anonymous asked:

Hiii!! Can you do one where you & H are dating & the song Carolina kind of rubs you the wrong way & he knows it, but one day unintentionally rubs the meaning of the song in your face.. maybe he's talking to a friend or something.... and just angst then fluff basically thanksss :)))

When Harry first made you listen to the album demo, you were excited and proud. You had been dating for 7 months when you listened to it. You couldn’t pick a favorite from the album but you knew one song that made you feel a bit uneasy; Carolina.

Sure, you and Harry were dating and very much in love but the idea of your boyfriend singing about another girl just didn’t make you the happiest.
You remember squirming when you heard the “How would I tell her that she’s all I think about? Well, I guess she just found out.”

Harry was quick to assure you that he had written this song long before he met you and saying that “You’re the only person I think of. Especially when I’m alone and unholy.” He had joked — you think.

Even when people started bombarding you with questions about how uncomfortable you were, listening to him talk about another girl like that, you brushed them off, saying “it’s his music. we’re very much happy.” while ignoring the uneasy feeling in the pit of your stomach.

But when you’re in his concert to support him and he starts performing the song, you just sway to it. That, until someone in the crowd points out that Harry’s only Carolina muse is in the concert, the light shining on her for Harry’s eyes to catch.
You look at Harry as he looks at her, can’t help but feel insecure as you turn to look at her; long hair, tanned skin, full lips. She was beautiful.

She only waves shyly, looking a bit uncomfortable at all the attention. You take a breath before you start walking towards his dressing room, Lou looking at you with sympathy for a moment. She was going to go after you but decided against it, thinking that maybe you just needed a few moments alone.

You had missed the rest of his concert, only hearing his faded voice accompanied by the music as you lied on the sofa, mindlessly scrolling through your phone.
It was when you heard him thank the fans and shout a “goodnight” that you sat up, wiping your cheeks for any tear stains and patting your hair back to its place.

Harry entered the room, panting while taking out his ear piece. “Are you okay? Lou said you rushed here and didn’t come out. Are you sick?” Harry asked gently, coming to sit beside you.

You shook your head, faking a small smile for him. “No, no. I’m fine. Just felt a little bit of a headache coming. I guess it’s because of my messed up sleeping schedule.”

Harry nodded, leaning it to peck your lips. “Is it okay if I invite just a very few people for beer at our place? Or are you really sick?”

“No, it’s fine.” You assured.

Once you reached the house, Harry, Jeff, Glenne, Mitch, Sarah and Adam following behind you.
“I’m just going to change to my pajamas and wash my face. Harry, there are snacks in the pantry.” You told him.

He nodded, wrapping his arm around your waist, pecking your lips. “Don’t be gone for too long.” You rolled your eyes but smiled and nodded.

Harry plopped on the couch, opening a can of beer that Mitch got from the kitchen. “Tonight’s show was nuts. I can get used to this.” Sarah said before sipping her beer.

“Wait, wait, can we all talk about Townes making an appearance?” Mitch laughed.

“I couldn’t believe my eyes!” Glenne laughed.

“She’s gorgeous, though. Good job, Harry.” Mitch joked. It was the time that you got out of the bedroom, now standing at the top of the stairs, listening.

Harry laughed. “Well the song is a hit for a reason, huh?”

You frowned. “Can’t blame you. Even I can’t stop thinking about her.” Mitch laughed.

“Hey, his girlfriend is literally just upstairs.” Sarah chuckled.

“When I saw her two years ago, Townes I mean, I was in a total awe.” You heard Harry say.

And how can you not feel insecure?

Debating whether or not you should make an appearance, you debated against it; going back to the room and under the covers, snuggling yourself.
You hated the song, you knew that now.

After an hour had passed, you were still awake in bed, the conversation Harry had just had still in your head. That until you heard the padding of footsteps before a gentle knock on the door was heard. You only curled yourself more, seeing Harry pop his head inside from your peripheral vision. “Hey, pet, you okay?” He asked quietly, getting inside and closing the door gently behind him before approaching you.

You nodded, raising the cover up to cover your nose as you snuggled up more to it. Harry kneeled down, looking at you with concern. “Have you been crying?”

“No,” You squeaked out before sniffling. “I just have a headache.”

Harry stayed silent for a moment before he shook his head, “I might have believed that back at the show but I don’t believe it now. So tell me, what is it?” He put his hand on your arm, trailing his fingers delicately on your skin.

“It’s nothing. Go back to them.” You said, closing your eyes. “I’m going to sleep anyway.”

“Nope,” Harry began, making you open your eyes. “You’re not sleeping while you’re upset and until you tell me what made you feel that way because I have a feeling I’m one of the reasons why.”

You bit your lip, looking at him. He raised an eyebrow, urging you to tell him. “Townes.” You mumbled.

“What? I couldn’t catch that.”

“I said Townes, Harry. Dammit.” You groaned before sitting up, resting your back against the headboard.

Harry stood up before sitting beside you, putting his hand on your leg. “What about her? Is it because she came? I had no idea she was coming, baby.”

“I heard you, Harry. I heard Mitch. Maybe,” You began, taking a breath in, “Maybe you can be with her. If you do that, guess the song will be more of a hit, wouldn’t it?”

“Hey, hey, where is that coming from?” Harry frowned, moving to sit beside you, putting his arm around you. “Mitch just had a bit too much to drink, you know he loves you and he loves us together,” When you stayed silent, giving no reply, Harry continued. “And you know I love you. Fuck, Y/N, I wouldn’t have released the song if I knew how upset it got you. I promise.”

You, again, didn’t say anything and instead looked down at your lap, playing with your fingers.

“I don’t care about Townes, I don’t care about how much of a hit the song is. I put you first. I’m giving you my all. Like tonight, now that I really think of it, I could’ve stayed back there and at least greeted her. But I was so worried about you when I couldn’t find you back there. Different scenarios ran through my head and I didn’t care about anything else but finding you and making sure you were okay. Please don’t question my love for you.” Harry frowned, pulling you close to his chest and you allowed him, too.

Slowly, you wrapped your arms around him. “I love you, too.”

“You’re my girlfriend, yeah? Nobody could change that. No Townes, no cities,”

You groaned, shoving him off. “Harry Styles, did you just make a pun about her name?”

Harry giggled before pinning you to the bed, hovering over you. “You got yourself with a very funny bloke.”

“Lucky me.” You said in a sarcastic tone before laughing when Harry reacted by nuzzling his head in your neck, shaking his head to tickle you, “Stop,”

“You love me.” Harry said with a grin before leaning down to peck your lips.




Fact about me- I actually ship Harry and Townes.

Harry Fic Recommendation Post

There are so many great blogs and great fics out there that I think deserve more love, so I thought I would do up a post. I have probably missed so many blogs but I will be doing another post when I hit one thousand followers.

Originally posted by thestylesgifs

I’ll put the blog first, then some of their fics I love in particular with brief descriptions.

Some of the fics don’t have titles, so the description is the link.


  • Adore - Harry makes a realization
  • Home - Harry being asked about the picture of you in his wallet
  • Talk to Me - giving Harry the silent treatment after getting sick



  • Shakespeare - amazing series in which Harry is a poetic frat boy who just so happens to be the TA of your new English class. A perfect blend of romance and angst, does contain smut so be warned.
  • Break M’Own Rules - in which alcohol and pricks make for a messy, angry Harry




  • Running on Empty - fainting into Harry’s arms at the gym is one way to get his attention, right?



  • Ruins -  you, along with hundreds of others, are living in a post-apocalyptic society brought upon earth by nuclear war. The effect of this is long-lasting and only allows you to see the sun one every two years. I love this fic a lot, it deserves so much more love and I really hope there will be a part two.

I’m so sorry if I haven’t included your blog in this post, I probably love your blog and have just forgotten to give you a mention. Keep writing more amazing stuff because I love it all!

My masterlist // my second recommendation post

A list of every angst piece.

I’ve only come to realization with a recent ask that I am the biggest fan of angst yet have the greatest tendency to forget the writer and/or the title of it.

Whether you’re a writer or a reader, reblog or send an ask of any angst writing you know and help make me and people re-live the heartache by reading them again!

Harrylillies’ Masterlist.


These are my imagines from my old blog. If anything goes wrong, all imagines are under the “harrylillies” tag. x

Harry & Y/N fight at Anne’s house.

Y/N feels uncomfortable when listening to Carolina & Harry has a few people over after an eventful concert.

Y/N, Harry & three little muskateers.

Harry has the hots for Y/N…who is Fionn’s girlfriend.

Y/N’s Family Definition.

Late Late Styles Inspiration.

Side Effects May Include…

Y/N is Lux’s ballet teacher, Harry is in love.

Y/N visits Harry on the Dunkirk set.

Y/N is a fan and so is destiny.

Harry is interested, Y/N isn’t.

Y/N’s celebrity crush is on TV, Harry is not so happy.

Sprouts are not why Y/N has morning sickness.

Y/N is a nurse and Harry likes to hear all about it.

Y/N is an insecure artist and Harry likes meaningful tattoos.

Y/N had a miscarriage before but she’s ready again.

Y/N is older than Harry but Harry doesn’t care.

Y/N is a police deputy and gets hurt.

Y/N and Harry adopt a child after unsuccessful attempts.

Y/N is hard to get, Harry is determined.

Y/N and Harry’s families are together on a vacation, Harry and Y/N are not so sneaky.

Y/N is graduating medical school and nobody can make it to graduation.

Harry spoiling Y/N.

Mad Harry giving Y/N the silent treatment.

Ticketing cashier Y/N & Harry’s new friend group gone wrong.

Not labeled relationship, dates, kisses and Camille Rowe.

Dunkirk’s loudest cheerleader.

Y/N forgets Harry’s birthday.

Ring Fingers Tattooes.

No Strings Attatched.

Stuck in an elevator a panic attack happens and Harry shares a joke.

Y/N’s “I wish we had never met”.

A kissing scene between co-stars, Harry and Y/N, is what it takes.

Youtubers, Harry and Y/N, announcement’s vlog.

Shy Y/N is intoxicated and it amuses Harry. (+Wild Thoughts cover mention).

Road Trip love realization.

Y/N wants Harry to take a picture with a puppy as they stroll.

Alex one shot.

Harry’s and Y/N’s toddler runs on stage. 

Y/N has a new boyfriend.

Ella asks her daddy where mummy is.

Y/N and Harry choosing baby boy names.

Y/N giving birth to Tommy.

Not My First (Love).

Harry sleep talks.

Y/N & Harry attend toddler’s dance recital.

Silver & Spike.

Auntie Gem’s visit.

Met Gala 2018

Gender Reveal Party.

Drop The Mic Challenge.

Harry’s a distraction.

Harry Proposes. 

Y/N still makes Harry nervous.

Y/N is a Poem.

BBC1 Radio Interview w/ Nick.

Domestic Harry smooches.

GQ: The Y/N Quiz.

Unbroken Promise. (warning: mention of death)

Fool For You.

Separated parents & Noah.

Drabble/Prompt list!

86. “Am I scaring you?”

1. “The skirt is supposed to be this short.” & 15. “Well you’re coming home with me whether you like it or not.” & 14. “Take. It. Off.”

148. “Why do you only kiss me when I’m sleeping?”

51. “I’m your husband. It’s my job.”

67. “You’re strong baby, you have to be.” & 70. “I can’t stand seeing you like this.”

76. “Put your penis away.”

79. “My name isn’t Leslie…who’s Leslie?” & 83. “You can’t eat solids, only liquids until Thursday.”

142. “Hold my hand so he gets jealous.”

41. “You’re going out dressed like that?”

56. “I’m late.”

99. “You got a cute butt.”

71. “You are the single best thing that has ever happened to me.”

43. “Frost the damn cupcakes.”

26: “It’s six o’clock in the morning, you’re not having vodka”, 35: “Take your medicine.”, 43: “I feel like I can’t breathe.”, 44: “You need to see a doctor.”, 69: “We need to talk.” & 85: “I’m not going to be sympathetic until you go to a doctor.”

2. “Hey, hey, calm down. They can’t hurt you anymore.” & 13. “I lost our baby.”

64. “Just don’t buy a goat. I don’t care what you do, just no goats.”

29. “How is my wife more badass than me?” & 37. “Welcome to fatherhood.”

60. “Are you going to talk to me?”

67. “You’re bleeding all over my carpet.”

2. “Hey, hey, calm down. They can’t hurt you anymore.”

94. “I had a bad dream again.” & 57. “Just get home as soon as possible, okay?!”

132. “We’re not playing strip poker. I don’t care what I said when I was drunk.”

53. “Do you think I’m scared of a woman?”

30. “Be you. No one else can.”

28. “You’re still mad?”

61. “They didn’t just find out. They already knew!” 

48. “We’ve become the clingy couple that you used to complain about.”

38. “You leave whenever you feel like it.” & 40. “Don’t apologize if you don’t mean it.”

87. “Stay awake.” 

40. “The kids, they ambushed me.” 

49. “Safety first. What are you? FIVE?”

128. “Don’t touch me. We’re fighting” 

1. “Give me a chance” & 13. “Don’t leave me…”

39. “I wish we could stay like this forever.”

- “Are you mad at me?”

- “Stop ignoring me” & “Give me my phone back!”

“I can’t stand the thought of losing you”

“Why are you naked?”

“You’d be a great mum.”

Harry Song Prompt List!

13. “I see you gave him my old t-shirt.”

5. “How could you ever turn her down?”

12. “I’m selfish, I know.”

3. “She’s an angel.” & 5. “How could you ever turn her down?”

1. “Give me some morphine.” & 15. “Tell me that you’re sorry, too.”

Song Inspiration!

Sorry by Halsey

Ease by Troye Sivan

13 Beaches by Lana Del Rey


Distant (pt. II) (pt. III) - The one where Harry cheats on Y/N.

Steady Heart (pt. II) (pt. III) (pt. IV) - The one where Harry needs to increase his media exposure with a steady heart.

S U I T S : - The one where most of Harry’s iconic suits remind him of memories of Y/N.

  1.  {PINK} 
  2. {YELLOW}
  3. {RED}

Just A Warning (pt. II) - The one where Harry and Y/N are childhood bffs and she warns him about the gold diggers of girlfriends he has.

Gotta Get Better (pt. II) (pt. III)  - The one where Harry and Y/N are singers, break up and write songs about each other. 

“I trusted you.” (pt. II) - The one where Harry cheats.

The Royal Series Masterlist - The one where Y/N is the Princess of Wales. 

Let You Go (pt. II) - The one where Harry lets you go.

Blurb Nights

anonymous asked:

You and H get into a fight at Anne's house while staying there please

It had been a stressful week for not only Harry, but you as well. And although you tried hard not to let your mood affect Harry, he wasn’t doing a great job at doing that himself.
Harry was sweet; a gentleman, that until he was pissed off and stressed. He became cold and would have his anger triggered by the slightest thing. Normally, he’d apologize an hour or two after he snaps which sends you both to your happy relationship again, both of you talking everything out.

But it had been a week, not a few hours. You had problems at work, the home cooked meal that you had been dying to try to cook from the internet was burned, you dropped your phone down the toilet and you had two cherries on top; Harry and your period.
But a week ago, Anne had invited you and Harry for dinner along with Gemma.

Harry was dependent on the fact that you remembered that tonight was the dinner night, getting ready with no words shared. You changed in the bathroom while he changed in the bedroom; something that you hadn’t done in so long.

The drive to Anne’s house was agonizing. No tunes playing and no words shared, just the uncomfortable silence and the murmurs of “for fuck’s sake”’s that left Harry’s lips whenever someone did something stupid on the road.
When you arrived to Anne’s house, you expected Harry to stay and at least say anything, anything at all. But Harry was the first to get out of the car. You sighed, unbuckling your seatbelt and getting out, following Harry who now stood on the doorstep and had already rung the door bell.

“Awe! Come inside!” Anne instantly opened the door, pulling the both of you inside before hugging Harry tightly. “Someone needs to shave that.” She patted his chin.

He chuckled, “Was meaning to, slipped out of my mind.”

“Move along, now. I want to greet my future daughter-in-law.” Anne giggled, pushing Harry aside.

You tensed. Although it was something Anne had always said but now, you weren’t sure how to feel about it; how Harry felt about it. You hugged Anne tightly, almost as if she was putting you back together.

“I miss you, too, but I do know that this is not just a greeting hug.” Anne whispered, rubbing your back soothingly.

You didn’t realize your eyes were tearful until you pulled back and Anne cooed sympathetically and pulled you back for another hug. “Is it my son? Did he do this?”

You only sniffled, pulling away to wipe your tears. “Can we talk about this later, please?” You asked quietly.

“Of course.” Anne rubbed your back before you both walked towards the living room where you were engulfed in a hug by Gemma the second she saw you.

She then punched you in the arm, making you wince and hold it. “What was that for?”

“For me having to find out you got promoted from Sarah the other day. We should have celebrated!” Gemma whined.

You bit your lip, feeling Harry’s eyes on you in confusion and shock.

“Uh, it'a nothing really.” You chuckled nervously, shrugging.

“Oh, stop with being humble now, silly. Of course it’s something! Gem, take out the champagne.” Anne grinned. “And come help me with setting up the table.”

“I’ll help you.” You said quickly, walking towards her.

“Nonsense. Gemma owes me a favor for something anyway.” Anne smiled.

“Do I?” Gemma asked, looking at Anne confusingly who shot her a glare, “Oh,” She whispered, “Oh! I do, yeah.”
Anne grabbed her giggling daughter’s arm, dragging her behind her and towards the kitchen.

You sighed, sitting on the chair opposite to the couch where Harry sat.
“Why didn’t you tell me you got promoted?” Harry asked.

Your head snapped towards him in shock before a bitter chuckle left your lips. “Really? Really, Harry?”


“I texted you the day I got it. Told you I have big exciting news. You came home, fucking looked me in the eyes when I had dinner for both of us, candlelit might I add and then you went to bed.” You whisper yelled, not wanting Anne or Gemma to hear.

For a moment, guilt washed over Harry’s face before he turned cold again. “You didn’t even check on me to see if I was fine that day.”

You gasped, “Are you listening to yourself right now?”

“I am actually, yes, very well.” Harry said sarcastically, crossing his arms across his chest.

“Why am I the one who always has to give up my comfort for you? You haven’t touched me, let alone talk to me at all for the past week. Every time I try, you find a way to turn it to a fight. You have been so fucking selfish, Harry.” You let the tears fall.

“I’m being selfish? So I have to fucking pamper you like a child now to actually show I care? What do you want me to do? Buy you stuff? Is that what you want? Is that the kind of comfort you want, Y/N?!” Harry shouted, standing up.

“What are you trying to say, Harry?” You gasped, standing up. “Are you telling me that I’ve been in this relationship for 2 years because I want your money? Is that what you’re trying to say?” You shouted, getting closer to him as he rubbed his face with his hands with a groan. “I told you that you haven’t touched me nor talk to me and you think I want you treating me like I’m a child?”

“Listen, this isn’t what I meant. I’m so-”

“If you’re not happy anymore then just say it. Break up with me. But doing this,” You cried, gesturing between you, “This is hurting me so much, Harry.” You let your head fall, sobbing.

“No, no,” Harry quickly put his arms around you, pulling you to his chest. “Fuck,” He whispered under his breath, “I would never want to break up. I am happy with you.” He cooed.

“You sure don’t act like it.” You mumbled, not hugging him back.

Harry sighed before sitting down on the couch, taking a hold of your arm and pulling you down gently to him to make you sit on his lap where he wrapped his arms around you. “I know this isn’t an excuse for how much of a dick I have been but I’m so scared of how fast my life is going right now, my career. I started taking it out on you because you’re the only one who doesn’t give me shit for being myself and I guess,” He paused, shaking his head, “I guess I took this for granted. I’m so sorry, baby. I love you, so much. I’m sorry I have been a massive dick for the past week and I’m terribly sorry for not celebrating your promotion and making it seem like it didn’t matter to me. I really am proud of you, love. So much.”

“You really were a massive dick.” You mumbled, fiddling with your fingers.

Harry chuckled, tightening his hold around you before pecking your cheek. “I really was.”

“I love you, too.” You sighed, wrapping your arms around him, burying your head in his neck.

“I’ll be better, I promise. I’ll make it all up to you.” He whispered, his head nuzzling in your shoulder as he closed his eyes in satisfaction and comfort. Now he knew what had he been missing.

“Dinner and champagne are ready!” Anne announced with a cheerful tone.

“Also, no make up sex!” Gemma shouted before you both heard a smack and Gemma wince, “Just kidding, just kidding!”

You both laughed before walking towards the two, now with happy and warm smiles.

Rec List

hey, friends! this is a list of authors and stories i absolutely love and would recommend to anyone. please, take the time to check their work out if you can, i assure you they’re all incredibly talented and worthy of your time.

i love all of their work, these stories are just a few of my favourites.

enjoy!! x

Overstepping a Line — @harryimaginedstories 

Mute — @harry-writings

Marriage — @hestylesno 

Intangible — @latelatenarry

Black Butterflies by @kissme-hs 

Abandoned at an Award Show — @tokyoharry

Stone Cold — @twerkit-hxrry 

Waiting On You  @writeawayharry

I’m Leaving My Heart With You @renee-alexander

Live And Die @trulymadlysydney

Sundays  @xswimbeforeyoudrownx

Don’t You Remember @sos5im

Not My First  @harrylillies

Oh So Important Phone Calls — @cumshotharry

Mother’s Day @thinkingoutlouddblog


A list of every fluff piece.

I’ve only come to realization with a recent ask that I have the greatest tendency to forget the writer and/or the title of something I’ve already read before.

Whether you’re a writer or a reader, reblog or send an ask of any fluff writing you know and help make me and people re-live the happiness by reading them again!

whataharold  asked:

Hi Olivia<3 i'd want to read some long fanfiction like a serie or something like that, any recommendations?

Of course!! Here are some of my favorites off the top of my head.

Language Barrier by @meetyourmouths

Flatmate!Harry Series by @heyyyharry

Il Ritorno by @majorharry (Set in Dunkirk)

The Boy Next Door  by @trulymadlysydney

Heart Rush Series by @pendantstyles (CEO!harry)

The Night Series by @hestylesno

Lie Detector Test by @alltheloveflowerh

My Girl by @tokyoharry

In the A.M by @smokeinherperfume

Gotta Get Better by @harrylillies

Here is just a few of the many amazing series floating around on tumblr, please let me know if any of the links are wrong/don’t work I’ll fix it as soon as possible. Enjoy reading lovely xx

Stories I found and love

Pt. 2 to my past post called Stories I enjoy 

The “Whipped… Girlfriend” & “Whipped… Boyfriend” series by @stylesdimplefeelings is wonderful and an emotional ride. 

“The Boxer” by @ever-since-kiwi as well as “Summer Camp”. They’re both amazing! 

“Your first fight” by @harryxmac is as great as any other story on her Masterlist.

“Knocked Up” by @harrylillies is so good. 

“Come on Baby up to bed” by @harrysanchortat is what I want my life to be like.

“I thought she was you” by @hotmessharry is so so so good. 

“Sorry” and “Home” by @harrysmermaidtat are both so special.

I’ll do more of these recommendations in the future and if any of you would like to recommend me something I’ll gladly read it! :) x Hope you are all doing well. xx

The Royal Series. [pt. I]

Summary: In which Y/N is the Princess of England and a Harry Styles fan.


“Please, it’s a command. Sit here, enjoy the show.” You told the two guards who intently looked at you before letting a reluctant nod. You were in the balcony seat, looking at the stage alongside your best friend, Farrah, who you met in university.

“Your highness,” You heard someone beside you, making you look.

You smiled. “Are you Jeffery?” He nodded, beginning to politely bow his head a tad. You offered your hand with a wide grin, “Thank you for giving me a seat in such a short notice.”

“It’s a pleasure, Princess Y/N.” Jeff tipped is head.

“Just Y/N.” You smiled, glancing at the stage as the opening act were saying their goodbyes. “He’s coming out now, isn’t he?”

“Yes, he is. Have you been a fan for long?” Jeff asked as you both stood alongside each other, looking at the stage.

“Quite long enough actually. Since One Direction.” You giggled, shrugging. “Always wanted to attend one of the their concerts but only now have I been able to do so. Harry has a lovely voice. I have the album on a lot.” You laughed, letting Jeff in on your secret.

Jeff chuckled, “Who would’ve guessed that the Princess of England is a Harry Styles fan?”

You shrugged in response.

As the show began, you completely let loose with Farrah. It didn’t take long for some people to notice the presence of the English Princess and her infamous best friend, some phones and flashes being directed her way. You chose to ignore the attention and sang and dance to all the melodies that Harry was.

You were captivated to say the least by his performance, posting stories to your private instagram account of a 102 follower.

“I would just like to greet someone incredibly special here tonight,” Harry said through the mic as he wandered on stage before looking your way. “Hi!” He grinned, waving at you. “All well?”

With a grin and flushed cheeks, you nodded and gave him thumbs up.

With a dimpled smile, Harry tipped his head and gave you a curtesy which sent everyone in a frenzy and you to laugh. Farrah nudged you, making you turn to look at her. “We’re meeting him, right?”

You shrugged, “Jeff said we will. Should I ask him?” You asked her, leaning closer. She gave you a nod. You cleared your throat and looked the other way at Jeff, poking his shoulder to get his attention. He looked at you with raised eyebrows and leaned sideways to listen to you. “Are we meeting Harry?”

Jeff instantly grinned and nodded, “Of course! He’ll have my head if not.”


“Fuck, I’m so nervous.” Harry laughed, wiping his sweaty palms on his pants, looking at Mitch.

“So am I. Who would’ve thought that I’m going to meet the Princess of England? Someone better film this.” Clare said before letting out a breath as the band stood in the dressing room.

“I-“ Adam was cut off by a knock on the door.

They looked at each other with wide eyes before Harry cleared his throat, standing straighter. “Come in!”

Jeff came inside first, his figure hiding yours before he walked all the way inside and you and Farrah were then seen. The grin on your face was contagious. Lined, with Harry at the end, you began to shake hands with the band.

“You were absolutely amazing!” You said as you shook their hands, one by one before reaching Harry. “Thank you for the show. You’re as good as the album version, if not better.”

Flushing at the comment, Harry softly shook your hand. “It’s my honour, your highness.”

“Y/N,” You corrected him, your hand still in his. “Just Y/N.”

“Y/N,” Harry repeated with a charming smile. “An honour, Y/N.”

Being this close to him, you noticed how emerald Harry’s eyes were. His lips were raspberry pink, glowing skin with blushing cheeks. He was charming to say the least. Farrah clearing her throat brought you out of your trance, making you remove your hand from Harry’s.

“Well, we were actually going out for a drink if you want to join? Is that okay for you?” Sarah asked.

You glanced at the guard and your best friend who gave you a nod. “It is. If you’re all okay with Farrah and I joining of course.”

“Of course!” Harry grinned. “We’re more than okay.”


“Are you not scared?” Harry asked as he sat on the bar stool, finger grazing the rim of the glass.

“What of?” You replied, looking at him.

“Being seen in here. The rumors. I mean my rumors I can take care of but royal rumors?” Harry shrugged.

“Scared?” You smirked, cocking an eyebrow.

Harry took a moment to drink you up. The vibe you gave off was nothing he imagined. The dainty, soft princess he saw on the screen ever since he was young wasn’t who sat in front of him. In front of him was a confident woman, fearless and ready to seize whatever risk thrown at her. A woman who refused to have her identity shaped up and formed by her family.

That’s why with a thumping heart and an amused smile, Harry replied; “No. I’m not scared.”


Part I of the Royal series!!!! I’m so excited for this. It won’t be long. Maybe 2 more parts but I have a lot of ideas already for this one! x -heather


anonymous asked:

143 or 148, please!!!! Thanks 😽💕

I wrote this before but I couldn’t find it so here you go. x


148. “Why do you only kiss me when I’m sleeping?”


In your white t-shirt that had “We Think Harry Has The XFactor” Along with Xfactor’s logo, you stood backstage as Anne gave Harry a kiss on his cheek before he turned to you.

You breathed nervously, cupping his face with your hands, “I’m so proud of you. No matter what they say, you’re incredible, yeah? Break a leg, Haz.” And you kissed your best friend’s cheek as he gave you a grin and a nod before walking on stage.

You were sure you were almost nails-less during the time of his singing as you bit your nails, your nerves all around the place as you stood beside Gemma, looking at him through the screen as he sang Isn’t She Lovely; a lullaby you both always sang to each other whenever one of you couldn’t sleep.

You frowned at Louis’ remark. He was 16 and auditioning, what kind of experience should he have if he’s auditioning for a singing show, freaking idiot?

“Someone in the audience just said rubbish and I totally agree with them.” Simon said, making you grin and clap before interlocking your fingers under your chin.

When it came to the voting, you almost threw up from how nervous you were. “I’m going to have to say no.” Louis said, making you frown and boo him under your breath.

“I like you Harry, I’m going to have to say yes.” Nicole said, making you cheer as your eyes got tearful.

“You’ll be happy to hear I’m going agree with Nicole-” You didn’t hear anything else as you were engulfed in a hug by Anne and Gemma as you and Harry’s family and friend cheered.

You heard Harry say thank you before he walked towards you, hugged by his family and patted on his back. You wrapped your arms tightly around him, burying your head in his neck as he hugged you back as tight. “I’m so happy, oh my God, Haz.” You cried.

“Awh, don’t cry.” He wiped your tears. “You’re too lovely for that.” He grinned.

Later that night, in the hotel where you were all staying, you and Harry sat in your hotel room, making scenarios of a famous Harry Styles.

“And you’d be singing on the stage and all the girls would be crying and fainting because you’re you and the crowd goes woo!” You jumped on the bed before throwing yourself on the bed on your back, looking at Harry who sat propped on his elbow, his cheek resting on his palm as he looked at you with a smile.

“Will you be there?” He asked.

“I’ll be there.” You answered, closing your eyes and curling your body in a ball, the day’s exhaustion kicking in. In a matter of minutes, you were asleep.

“I hope you will.” Harry whispered before hovering his lips on yours gently, giving you a very gentle and light kiss.


You sat between Harry’s legs, his fingers working on your hair as he braided it while you sat in Niall’s dressing room with the boys, all laughing.

You laughed at Liam’s costume that had had to wear for the Best Song Ever music video. “Hair tie.” Harry said and you held your hand for him with the hair tie which he took and tied around your braid. “There we go. It looks great.”

“Really? Take a picture.” You straightened your back as you heard his phone’s camera go off and he gave you the phone for you to inspect. “I love it, thanks Haz” You turned and smiled at him before turning to see everyone leaving the room to God knows where. You turned back to Harry, “You know, I really like the whole Marcel look on you.”

“Oh, do you? Too bad you’re stuck with lame ol’ Harry, huh?” He gave you a toothy grin.

You playfully scoffed, “Don’t remind me.”

“Really now?” His fingers started tickling you, making you squirm.

“Harry! Harry, stop!” You laughed, struggling to get up but he was quick to wrap his arms around your waist from behind.

You began to gain your breath before resting your back on Harry’s chest and letting a sight leave your mouth before closing your eyes.

Harry, feeling your breath grow heavier, he leaned his head forward to look at you, smiling when he saw that you had slept. You were very energetic the whole day, it was bound to tire you.
Being best friends with you, Harry was ecstatic that he had someone like you in his life but he wasn’t happy that you were oblivious to his feelings and that it was impossible for you to return his feelings.

He was there when you had your first kiss, having to listen to you go over and over about how lovely it was and how cute the guy was. He was there when you had your first heartbreak and he had to restrain himself from murdering the guy who had caused the girl he loves all that pain, having to wipe your tears and hold you in his arms as you sobbed. He was there when you aced your GSCE’s, celebrating both of your grades together. He was always there for you and you were always there for him. After all, it was you who convinced him to audition.

“Just tell her.” Louis said once he entered the room, looking at your sleeping figure and Harry’s smiling one.

Harry shook his head and sighed, “You don’t understand.” He whispered in order not to wake you.

“It’s not rocket science, mate. You love the girl, she loves you, you both are too shy and scared to admit it.” Louis said.

“Can you keep it down?” Harry whispered.

“You’ll have to wake her up anyway, we’re going back to the hotel, Romeo.” Louis smirked.

Harry sighed and nodded, watching Louis walk out of the room. Miraculously, he managed to stand up from behind you, with you still asleep as he put your head gently on the pillow and kneeled beside you. His hand found your hair, gently stroking it as he looked at you. He sighed, closing his eyes, “I love you. So much.” He whispered, “What am I going to do?” He whispered to himself.

He leaned down, gently pecking your lips for a second before standing up and beginning to wake you up.


“I can’t believe you got the role!” You squealed. “My best friend is a movie star!” You screamed out in Harry’s LA house as you held his hand and twirled yourself.

Harry grinned as he watched you twirl, “I’m glad you’re here to celebrate with me.”

“Did you expect it? I had Jeff help me out with booking the ticket and all that.” You grinned, wrapping your arms around his torso.

“I honestly didn’t, love. I was very surprised. Actually, I’m still surprised.” He smiled down at you, wrapping his arm around your shoulders.

“How do you want us to celebrating you landing the role, Haz? Come on, name anything, we’ll do it.” You smiled up at him, a happy glint in your eyes.

“Can we stay in tonight? Celebrate and go out tomorrow? I’m very tired from all the writing and recording and all the meetings and I need a movie night with a cuddle on the side, please.” He raised his eyebrows, his dimple showing as he smiled.

“Whatever the movie star wants. You pick the movie, I’ll order the pizza.” You demanded with a smile.

“What would I do without you?”

“Probably still be working in the bakery. Barbara misses you by the way. Give me your phone, I don’t know the pizza place’s number.” You opened your palm.

“I miss that cheeky woman, too. Send her my greetings when you see her again.” He said as he gave you his phone and dialing the pizza place’s number.

“I love your hair, by the way. You look handsome.” You smiled with a blush before leaving the room with his phone pressed to your ear as you began ordering.
Harry grinned, his cheeks turning crimson red as his hand touched his hair.

You both sat on Harry’s bed, your head on his shoulder and his head leaning on yours with the pizza box on your lap and in your third movie of the night. Harry insisted you watch When Harry Met Sally because it was his favorite and “It was his night, my wish is your command, love.” Was what he said.

Your eyes were droopy, your 11 hours flight’s exhaustion kicking in as you cuddled more to Harry. 15 minutes later, light snores were escaping your lips.

“Oh, I love this pa-” Harry stopped when he heard your snores, looking down at you and chuckling when he saw you sleeping, “Of course.” He took the pizza box from your lap and put it on the bedside table before putting his arm around your waist and lying you down gently on the bed.

He looked down at you, “This is the part where I kiss you, you know? You just don’t know.” He muttered under his breath before pecking your lips gently and snuggling close to you. “Goodnight, beautiful.


Your red long silky dress showed off your body, your hair in waves and your skin glowing. To say that you were feeling yourself would be an understatement. The highlighter was really popping. You walked down Harry’s house in London, knowing Anne and him were waiting for you downstairs.

Harry had asked you, alongside his mother, to be his date for Dunkirk’s premiere. He was nervous but it felt natural and of course, you agreed.
You were met with Anne who gasped and put a hand to her heart and nudged Harry whose back was facing you. He looked at her confusingly to which she nodded her head towards you, making hm turn to look at you.

Harry’s jaw dropped, if it was a cartoon, he would definitely have hearts popping out of his eyes. His heart began racing, his palms getting sweaty as he stared at you.

You took slow approaches towards him and Anne and smiled shyly, “What?”

“You look absolutely divine, dear.” Anne smiled at you.

“You look wonderful, Anne.” You said, looking at her black dress.

“Thank you, dear. I’m going to wait for you in the limo. Harry, close your mouth, honey.” Anne chuckled before walking out the door.

You looked at Harry, chuckling, “Are you going to talk or not?” You asked, moving closer to him and putting your hands on his chest, feeling his racing heart against your palm, making you blush and raise your eyebrows, “Your heart is beating really fast.”

“How can it not?” He whispered, not trusting his voice as he took you all in.

“You look handsome.” You said in a low voice, staring at his green eyes.

“You look-You look unbelievable. I ca-”

“Why do you only kiss me when I’m sleeping?” You said quietly, your eyes not leaving his.

Harry’s eyes went wide, “Wh-What?”

“I asked, why do you only kiss me when I’m sleeping?” You repeated, leaning in till your lips was hovering over his, brushing against his.

“You-” Harry swallowed, his eyes looking at yours nervously, “You know?”

“It’s hard not to feel a kiss, love.” You chuckled. “Do you not want me awake when you kiss me?”

Before you could say anything, Harry’s lips were on yours, his hands cupping your head as he poured his feelings into the kiss. You closed your eyes in delight, kissing back as passionately.

You both pulled away, you pecking his lips one more time, “I’ve always wanted to do that.” You admitted, chuckling.

Harry grinned, closing his eyes as he leaned his forehead on yours, “Can I say it?”


“I love you.” He said with a grin.

“I love you.” You repeated before your lips were on his one more time.

Needless to say, the fans were quick to notice from the pictures of the premiere, both of your loving stolen glances, your interlocked fingers and were fangirling over a lips peck you shared in the background of a picture of Fionn, quick to tweet about how the ship finally sailing.

anonymous  asked:

Any tear-jerker fic recommendations?

Here I am back with more recommendations!

The L.A. Series (an oldie, but a goodie) by @lovelyandwanderful

@thestylesproject has some really good ones on her masterlist (Hello & Missing are two that come to mind)

Alone by @writeawayharry (and while you’re there, check out the rest of her masterlist. She has some really good ones on there)

The Train and Nude by @ever-since-kiwi (Under her miniseries tab) are both really good. (and also check her full masterlist)

Wish Upon a Star by @mysweetestcreature 

What Love Feels Like by @harrylillies and she just published the first chapter of I Trusted You

Shattered Glass by @hestylesimagines

The Confession by @niallsstainedcoffeecup

Okay, getting late again. I’ll post more when I get a chance.  - Courtney


Hi! So my names Megan and after loving Harry for years and also being an avid fanfic reader, I figured that I’d give it a go myself. So here’s my first piece! I thought i’d mention some amazing writers that have inspired me to do this: @harrylillies @tokyoharry @guccixstyless and many many more.

Any feedback would be appreciated so much! Enjoy 💛

- An imagine in which Y/N has ‘moved on’ after Harry left her when he realised his career was causing him to neglect their relationship.

Originally posted by harrysimpact

“Can I just have a second?” Harry asked, pushing himself away from the recording desk as he listened to one of his newly produced songs. Reminding him too much of you, he had to swallow the lump in his throat a couple of times before he knew it was best for him to take a break in private.

He leant over the sinks in the toilet, occasionally adjusting his stance to wipe the tears from his cheeks. “Fuck, get yourself together Harry.” He muttered to himself in anger. His job was supposed to help him to forget, but somehow everything just made him think of you – and then you’re new boyfriend.

“Harry, I can deal with it. I can deal with anything as long as I’m with you!” You shout in frustration, your anger mostly directed towards the fact that he wouldn’t let you make this decision for yourself. You began to completely disregard his feelings in the long distance situation as your panic began to settle in at the idea of losing him.

“But we’re not with each other Y/N.” He replies back with a soft tone, contradictory to your own. It was irritating you that he seemed so calm and unphased at the predicament, in comparison to your own messy state. Harry must have been planning this break up for a while. “I can’t let myself ignore you and neglect our relationship anymore, even though it’s not intentional on my part it’s still there. I love you too much to hurt you.”

You stood in the kitchen, leant against to counter as Harry cautiously made his way towards you. Taking your hands in his, he kissed your knuckles gently and let his lips linger there for a moment.

“Please, don’t leave Harry.” You cry, letting out a desperate sob. He pulled you closer with your head now in his chest and your hands wrapped tightly around his torso.

“I have to.” He whispered, pressing a kiss to your hair and pulling away slowly. “I’ll always love you.”

That was seven months again, and unlike you, he wasn’t over it. Nothing seemed to matter apart from you, and he realised that when he was sat in his mum’s living room the night after he left you. Pushing aside his selfish feelings, he focused on letting you heal and move on, without him.

That’s why he couldn’t understand the pain he experienced every single day when he went onto Instagram and saw your photos with your new boyfriend, the press photos of you in the streets together and the old photos he’d flick through in his camera roll, not being able to bring himself to delete them.

You’d be lying if you said you didn’t think about Harry every single day. You felt pain too. The emptiness you felt after he left was so intense that you moved house, trying to rid yourself of everything that reminded you of him. That never really worked considering a piece of furniture, an item of clothing or even a food was enough to remind you of him.

When Jake came along he was able to help you forget at moments and you realised you began to feel genuinely happy in his presence. You clung onto that, getting closer to Jake and eventually dating. This didn’t mean that you didn’t miss and love Harry with your whole heart, because you still followed his social media’s and supported his career in any way you could, but it also didn’t mean that you were in love with Jake. You weren’t in love with him, and you felt incredibly guilty about it but it seemed impossible to ever feel the love you had with Harry with anyone else.

So one night when you were looking through old photos on your laptop, your heart seemed to miss a beat as Harry’s wide grin showed up on the screen and you seemed to long for him more in this very moment than you ever had before. You scrolled past pictures of him laid in your bed, grinning at some stupid pun he made up and you shut your laptop. Taking a shaky breath, the sadness pooled at the bottom of your stomach as you sat with your back against the headboard of your bed.

Your phone rang, making you jump slightly as it broke your train of thought. Harry.You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion, pressing the phone to your ear without speaking.

“Y/N?” He said, almost in a sigh of relief. “Is it you? Did you really pick up?” He says, sniffling and you could tell he had been crying.

“Yeah it’s me.” You mumble, biting your lip nervously. “What’s wrong? Why have you been crying?” You hear him shuffle on the other end of the line, coughing to clear his throat.

“Oh, it’s nothing.” He says, not wanting to make you aware of the real reason. “I just needed to hear your voice again.”

“Okay well I’m here.” You smile slightly, feeling honoured that you still had the chance to make him feel better.

“And I also needed you to know that I miss you more than anything, and I can’t stop thinking about you.”


GQ: The Y/N Quiz.

Based on The Kylie Quiz by GQ.


“Okay, we’re doing this,” You rested the cards on your knee, leaning back in your chair and looking at Harry who slapped his hands on his thighs and nodded, “Ready?”

“I’m ready.” He raised his eyebrows, a small smirk on his face as he looked back at you.

“Okay, first question,” You skimmed the card before looking back at him, “It’s easy enough. Where did we first meet?”

Harry smiled, opening his palm and pointing at you, “Our sisters’ graduation. Your sister was graduating with Gemma and mum asked you to take a picture of us then,” He chuckled as he recalled, “I almost ripped your trousers because,” Harry looked to his left when the crew laughed, “What?”

“Harry, that sounded so wrong!” You laughed, throwing your head back.

“Not like that!” He exclaimed, laughing as he looked at the rest, “Oh damn it,” He rolled his eyes, “I won’t tell the story then.”

You laughed, putting back the card, “You still got the question right.”

“Thank you.” He smiled teasingly before looking at the crew, “You’re horrible.”

“Second one, what was my first job?”

“I know that one,” He pointed at you before looking down in thought, his pointer finger on his chin before looking back at you, “A lifeguard?”

“A lifeguard?” You laughed, “Where did that come from?”

“No?” He laughed, bouncing his leg, “I know that one. I-Oh, you worked at a children’s camp! You were 16.”

“That’s correct,” You smiled, nodding and looking at the crew, “Two correct so far.”

“Number 3, what did I call you when we first met?” You chuckled, “You should remember that.”

“‘Course I do. You called me Henry,” He laughed, “Corrected you 3 times then I was like, you know what, forget it,” Harry threw his hands up.

“You do look like a Henry though.” You teased him as you shuffled the cards.

“Do not,” He replied, “No offence to any Henry out there.”

“Who said I love you first?”

“I did,” Harry instantly answered proudly with a smug smirk, pointing at himself with an eyebrow raised, “I definitely did.”

“What was the first concert we went to?”

“The Fray,” Harry furrowed his eyebrows. You shook your head with a smile, “Not The Fray?”


“Honey, we went to a lot of concerts,” He let out a laugh in disbelief before looking at the ceiling, “Was it Mumford and Sons?”

“Noooo,” You shook your head, tilting it as you looked at him, “It was Coldplay.”

“That was the first one?” Harry asked you in disbelief, “I thought- Dammit.”

“What did we do for our third anniversary?”

“Let’s see,” Harry thought, “Camping was second,” He counted on his finger, “W-We adopted Cherry!” He answered excitedly.

“Got our first own fur ball,” You told the crew as you shuffled the cards, “She’s a cat, yes.”

“She’s our daughter. She’s partial towards Y/N though. I blame it on the distance.” Harry pretended to wipe a tear, making you giggle and rest your hand on his knee,

“She loves you. Some quality time will fix this.” You assured him before looking at your card, “What’s one drink I would never drink?”

“Ginger tea.”

“What is my strongest pet peeve?” You cringed.

Harry put his thumb and pointer finger together as he replied slowly, “The word moist. You absolutely hate it.”

“It’s disgust-“


“Harry, I swear to God,” You groaned, throwing your head back, hearing him laugh before he grabbed your hand.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”

“Who is my celebrity crush?”

“You have two,” Harry raised two fingers up.

“That was a tricky question. I’m proud of you.” You raised your palm up, Harry smacking it with his before leaning back in his chair, “Who are they?”

“Joseph Gordon-Levitt,” Harry raised a finger, “And Emma Watson.” He raised another.

“You’re doing so well, it’s almost like you know me.” You joked, laughing when he nudged your foot with his.

“4 years together, I wonder how.”

“Okay, Styles, last one. Are you ready?”


“What was the first gift I have ever got you?” You smiled, putting the cards on your lap.

“You got me this,” Harry took grazed the Peace silver ring around his finger, “Got me this ring as the first actual gift but before it, I remember you getting me one of these t-shirts that were trendy, the colourful ones?”

“Tie dye.” You laughed.

“Tie dye. You got me that and I thought it was the coolest thing ever.” Harry chuckled.

“Well that’s it, you did so well. You got only one wrong.” You grinned, clapping, “I knew I made the right choice.”

Harry laughed, leaning forward and puckering his lips, “Kissy.” He mumbled, you leaning forward to press your kiss to his in a quick smack.

You got down from the chair while holding Harry’s hand, pulling up your jeans, “That was fun.”

“I loved doing that, we should do a Harry quiz. Good ol’ Harold,” Harry put his arm around your shoulders, “How many times do I breathe in a minute?”

anonymous asked:

Please do 86!!

86. “Am I scaring you?”


You had gotten used to Harry’s long hair. You were used to your fingers braiding it, putting it in a bun for him when was doing something, playing with it. So Harry didn’t tell you that he was going to cut his precious hair, deciding to leave it a surprise.

Not only did you get used to it, so did your 1 and half year old daughter, Lilly, did too.
So when Harry decided to chop his precious hair, he didn’t tell you; deciding to leave it as a surprise.
He told you he was going to discuss things with Jeffery after you had breakfast, kissed you and his daughter goodbye before leaving.

You were holding Lilly’s arms as she wobbled around, you cheering for her when you heard the sound of key rattle and the door opening. “Daddy’s here!” You said excitedly, holding her hand and slowly walking towards the door as you looked at her, careful she doesn’t hit anything.

“Hi, you two!” Harry grinned. You looked up with a smile only to have it fall when you saw him.

“Holy fu-shi-Oh my God, your hair!” You exclaimed, looking at his — now — short hair.

Harry ran his fingers through it with a grin. “You like it?”

“I-” You were interrupted when you heard Lilly’s loud crying, looking down to see her hiding behind your leg.

Harry frowned, approaching her, only to have her scream louder. You bent down, holding her waist as she hugged you, crying on your shoulder. You carried her, rubbing her back. “What’s wrong, baby?” You cooed, turning so she can see Harry which made her hide her face in your neck. “It’s just daddy, baby. What’s wrong?”

You nodded towards the living room, walking and having Harry follow you before you both sat on the couch, Harry’s hand rubbing Lilly’s back gently. “I think it’s the hair.” You smiled at him before holding Lilly out and making her sit on your lap.

“Hey, baby,” Harry cooed, “What’s wrong? Am I scaring you?”

She looked at him with her big green eyes, tears falling down her cheek as her crying turned to quiet whimpers. “Dadda,” She said quietly with a squeak.

“Yes, baby, it’s dadda. I just cut my hair. I’m still me.” He opened his palms for her, signaling for her to come to him. When she raised her arms, Harry instantly took her, setting her on his lap. “Just the hair, baby.”

You ran your fingers through his hair, looking at it.
Lilly stopped crying, her frown replaced with giggles as Harry started tickling her once she became comfortable with his new look.

Two hours later, Harry had put her to have her nap before going to kitchen where you were making lunch. You grinned at him, pressing your body on his as he held you with a smile on his face. You looked at his hair again, putting your fingers through it, running them down gently.

“You like it?” He asked quietly, staring at you.

You nodded, “I love it. I can see you more like that actually. Look at that jaw.” You giggled before tracing his jaw with your index, feigning a hissing sound as if you had cut your finger making Harry laugh.

“I was worried you wouldn’t like it.” Harry admitted, putting his hands under your shirt to trace circles on your skin.

“And do what? File for a divorce?” You joked, “You look incredible. I mean it.”

“You can still tug at it, you know?” He wiggled his eyebrows, leaning down to press his lips on yours.

anonymous asked:

hi do u know any good imagines blogs, cuz like as much as I love yours I want some more, also ⭐️

haha thank you so much!! here are some blogs for ya :))

harry styles:

@pendantstyles @adashofniallandasprinkleoflunacy @harrysgucciloafers @honeyskins @lovelylittleharry @harrysteelsbabe @sweetcreaturestories @harrylillies @harrysjournal @hcrrystvles

tom holland/peter parker:

@thatboyparker @petersbackpack @thiccholland @parkermanparkercan @jbarneswrites @blinkybarnes @tom-holla @spideyyparker @ultraspideysense @hesvoidspidey @spideyboys


@just-some-drabbles @mellifluous-melodramas @bucky-plums-barnes @buckyslocalfarmer @mydragulesebastian @lomlbarnes @sugardaddytonystark @after-avenging-hours @eksavestheworld @tgwltw @buckyywiththegoodhair

have fun reading!! :))

All the fucking love | three thousand | 1

It’s been less than three months since I started and in honor of me hitting three thousand followers, here’s a list of Harry blogs that I adore completely. Although, there really is a big chance I haven’t got to include them all :)

From the bottom of my heart, thank you very much.

Oh and Tumblr has this limit of 50 mentions per post, so this is the first out of the three. (here’s the second one, and here’s the third)


Hello, all my lovelies we are officially embarking on my favorite time of the year aka the holiday season, and this is going to be the first time in 2 years that I will be participating in festivities on Tumblr. In celebration of this and the fact that ya girl is almost at 1.8k, I am doing me follow forever to shout out all my peeps and the blogs that legit give me a reason to log on every damn day. I put all my faves because I do not have the brain capacity to put all of my 1,757 followers and the 3,043 peeps i follow- and plus some of those blogs are either inactive or +18. If you aren’t on the list blame 1) my brain because I’m tagging a lot of people 2) please do not think I don't appreciate you because I love all of my followers from the bottom of my heart.(Huge shout out to the people who created the Harry and 5sos pictures I legit found them on google and somewhere on Tumblr but I forgot to save who did it )

Harries & Hugs Babies ( You all know the story of why I made the chat and tbh I was so nervous to make another chat and to attempt to have mutuals as it was the first time in a long time where I had actual friends on Tumblr. But you guys are the best friends I could have possibly asked for, you make me laugh smile cry and feel slightly horny lol all in one. I love you all to piece and yall are hella talented and fab)

@harriesuccs @shesuchanactress @hesanangelonlyangel @you-youneverdo @babyhoneyed @theonewhereweloveharrystyles @carpe-styles @sugarplummstyles @harryscarolinaa @vanasty

Harries Writers(This is a mixture of the chat that I am in as well as some of my favorite Harry writers like ever. I really appreciate your writing, you guys lowkey have no idea how much your writing inspires me to write )

@harry-writings @ever-since-kiwi @miheirie @hs-1dfan @harrywavycurly

@legandaryharry @harry-smiles @mixed-with-intellect @haroldsflowerchild @topfics @harrys-thick-thighs @wroteasongabouther @aqua-harry @secret-rendezvous1d @softharrysquad @harrylillies @made-in-the-hallway @harrysofluffy @stylesbabygirls @victorious-harry @mrsharrystyles98 @trumanxstyles @iwanttowriteyou @roseonhissleeve @stylesdimplefeelings @adashofniallandasprinkleoflunacy @harryimaginedstories @nhftstyles @gorgeousstyles @dadshirtking @hardliquorhaz @harrybutterflies @inwhichitrytowritesomething @redcalvinsharry @jawllines  @1d1195 @majorharry @himagines @bribe-the-door @xswimbeforeyoudrownx @harryxmac @imurlilkitten @harryfuckingstyles @cumshotharry @writeonharry

5SOS writers (For the same reason as my harries thanks for being bomb ass members of the fams even when the boys are problematic af)

@classifiedluke @devittsbalor @bbyirwie @litleshits @honeymoonmuke @knock-it-off-5sos @choco-chip-cookie @just5sossmut @5sossyshit @ketchupfromyoutube @smuttyaf @professionalfangodess  @imagining5sosinmeoops @clumsycalumblr @maoriboycth @ineverwantedthisharry @erinstyles1 @sa1ntlaurent @betweenuspreferences

@malumshighlight @ultralyharry

All my other lovelies(these are all other blogs 1D, Justin, Kehlani, etc etc)

@kehlani @everythingkehlani @kehlani-updates @kehlanifenty @kehlaniism @kehlanis-smile @solacekehlani @kehlaniwave @kehlanitsunamii @5sos-au-writing @theunfriendlyblackthottie @irwinxpolaroid @yaaniquewilliamss @nialltakeachonce @gracefulprogress @yikes-harold @iamlouistomlinson @harrysontour @stagehoharry @twoswallowsandamermaid @meetmeinthehallway @castawqy @heyyyharry @harrys-girlcrush @moonlighttbiebs @harryysutequila @jetaimeharry @pancakekass @harrywiththegoodhair @fionnswhitebread @stylesallthelovex @stylishirish

@5hundreddaysofsummer @castawaye @melenaaries @allluringstyles @wocs @grib-grub @liampaynesgirl @spiritual-styles @hs-pink @aswiftinthisworld @a-lirry-lover @moonightgrande @harrysymphony @crucialharry

@sevenfireflies @timeofthestyles @i-swam-through-twelve-oceans @1secondofsummer @harryskiiwii @loveonedirectionintensely @heyits-perrie

@fvckingcalum @moonlightmixer @let-the-music-take-c0ntrol

@5secondsofmeme @fvcking-cliffxrd @enjoyharrystyles @harrystylesdaily @theharrydaily @xhsstories @harryfaketext @mangoeharry @boyslikeluke @bootyfulbiebs @dunkirkss @bubblesirwin @harrystylesarchive @kehmami @stylishmuser @canistay-haz

anonymous asked:

hi lovey! i'm looking for new writing blogs to check out do you have any reccomendations?

I haven’t read anything new on tumblr in quite a while but some that have remained my all time faves and that I’ll always recommend are @majorharry @aqua-harry @permanentcross @jawllines @secret-rendezvous1d @honeyskins @tokyoharry @hazzlot @adashofniallandasprinkleoflunacy @mixed-with-intellect @iloveyouhaz @pretty-hazza @harryforvogue @ever-since-kiwi @trulymadlysydney @latelatenarry @bribe-the-door @sa1ntlaurent @theasstour @harrylillies @kasiopeiae