i do not appreciate this harry styles

i totally appreciate and understand what harry is doing by choosing smaller venues but i think he’s forgotten that he’s literally harry styles and this is going to be the Messiest ticket sale ever

Gift for Harry

So, I taught my 5yo son how to make pot holders this week. When I asked him which colors we should us, he said rainbow.

Once it was done, he decided he wanted to give it to Harry who is his favorite singer. Now, I don’t exactly have Harry on speed dial, so I chuckled and asked him how we would get the pot holder to him. He shrugged and said, “You should ask your friends.”

So I did, and having the most amazing friends ever, @phd-mama and @littlebabyruth stepped up like the heroes they are. They are going to be at the Boston concert this weekend and have offered to take Ian’s gift and try to throw it on stage.

So Ian wrote a note to attach to the finished potholder.

I helped with some of the writing because that’s a lot of words for a kindergartner, but the message was all him.

So I wanted to let the world know what awesome people my friends are and to say publicly how much I appreciate them helping a 5 yo they’ve never met get his art project to his hero. Also, anyone who wants to signal boost this so maybe someone from Harry’s team will see it, thank you in advance,

My crazy wish is that the pot holders get to Harry and there is video of him reading Ian’s note. I asked Ian what he would do if this happened, and he said, “I would probabwy scweam and fall on the floor.” If he does, I’ll post the pics. 😉

  • Interviewer #1: You're becoming like the sixth member of One Direction right now-
  • Shania Twain: Oh my god, that would be so great! I'd love to do that.
  • Interviewer #1: -because Harry Styles was just in an interview saying he would love- like he's a huge Shania fan!
  • Shania Twain: Ahh, He's- I mean, isn't he just an incredible singer? I love his voice.
  • Interviewer #2: I love his album too!
  • Shania Twain: -Yeah, no he's incredible. They're all just so different from each other, and I really appreciate what they're doing on their own as individuals. And, um, just being able to see the depth of their individual art and styles. So it's really great watching them grow now, you know, doing their own independent things. But I love both [Niall and Harry].
Harry Looks Better Than Me in Short Shorts

Let’s get started.

If I’m not mistaken, this started it all.  I mean, what the hell Harry, they weren’t short enough so you had to roll them?  I’m not complaining though.  In fact, good idea.  Great idea.  Do it again.

He did it again.  I don’t even know what this outfit is.  All I know is I love it and he should probably wear it again.  Keep rolling your shorts. And keep letting the butterfly and birds fly free.  Please and thank you.

He rolled them again.  I approve. And also I’m jealous of his legs.

Right about now is where I tend to black out because yellow shorts.

Everything’s blurry.  I can barely see.

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anonymous asked:

The favorite Louis characteristics post you did earlier was so good! Can you do one for Harry?

OK!  I’ve finally cleaned out my inbox and time to focus on this.  :) 

So when I first got this I was SO EXCITED.  Because it’s HARRY!!  and I love him!!  I was like “yo, this is gonna be SO EASY.”  But then as I tried to put it all down I realized…it’s actually NOT.  Because I just want to scream over and over “I Just love him???? so much??? because he’s so lovely???”  there are so many things i just…can’t put into words.  I just find that I connect with him on a visceral level, you know?  There are so many reasons I love him that are deeply personal that I just can’t explain.  He has just burrowed his way deep into my heart, but i”ll do my best to try to find the words to explain it.

I love how kind he is.  One of the first things people say about him is how kind and polite he is.  Even to people that don’t deserve it, people who have talked shit about him or used him or thought of him only as a trophy.  He is endlessly kind.  A friend of mine once told me this story of someone she knows who used to work for Syco who said he is the best person on this planet and I believe it. Do you realize how easy it would be for him to just say fuck it all and be a giant prima donna?  i’m sure he’s constantly surrounded by sycophants there to do his bidding, and yet.  He makes sure to always be polite.   

I love how Brave he is.  But brave in a different way than Louis.  He’s the kid that’s afraid, but does it anyway. From something as small as hating roller coasters yet going on one to do a bit to doing his own stunts in Dunkirk.  That takes a LOT.  Hell, just branching out into acting in general is scary when you’ve never done it before.  AND THEN having your first film be a Christopher Nolan film?  Do you know how terrifying that must have been for him? And yet he did it anyway and showed everyone what he’s made of.   

I love how smart he is.  In interviews you can always see the wheels turning in his head.  He’s very careful to choose just the right words.  He knows how to play the game.  He is my cunning Slytherin son. 

I love how weird he is.  God, he is such a strange being.  We always joke about him being an alien but sometimes I wonder if it’s actually a joke??? He’s just so STRANGE!  So I have a friend who knows Niall.  They’re not like friends or anything, but they have hung out on occasion (my friend is from a town near Mullingar in Ireland) and he’s met all the boys.  OF COURSE I had to ask him about it and he says that they’re all really cool, nice dudes, but that Harry is “really weird.”  I asked him to elaborate but of course he didn’t know how to explain it and just kept saying “I dunno…he’s just really strange.”  COOL.  THANKS, DUDE.  But I just love it??  Which brings me to my next point…

I love how unapologeticly himself he is.  Not only is he weird, but he owns it.  He’s out there layering up his hoodie with designer clothes, hair flying every which way, and he does not give a fuck.  He has grown SO MUCH over the past few years going from that kid crying because he googled “harry shit” to growing his hair long and prancing around stage with it flying in the breeze.  Which also goes hand in hand with…

I love how confident he is.  He knows who he is and he’s proud of that.  As well he should be.

I love how sentimental he is.  I love that he’s this multimillionaire who wears his favorite shoes and pieces of clothing until they fall apart.   I love that he still wears his jacket with a lipstick stain on it.  I love that he keeps his notebooks with him at all times and scratches things like “one and only” into them.  I love that he has worn certain bracelets until they fall right off of him.  Which leads me to…

I love how he wears his heart on his sleeve.  Now, yes, he has closed himself off a LOT publicly over the past few years, but if you look closely it’s still there.  Like the above mentioned sentimentality.  Or his writing- just look at the lyrics of If I Could Fly. He is not afraid to put his heart out there when it comes to music.  And speaking of music…

I love how he wants to create Good Work.  I think he’s a bit of a perfectionist. He’s said multiple times how he doesn’t like the word “Famous”.  He doesn’t want to be known as just a pop star.  He wants to make things that are good and that will last.  You can see it in his writing, you can see it in the fact that he chose a project like Dunkirk to be his first film rather than starring in a romcom. He could have SO EASILY chosen that path, but instead he chose the more difficult one and GOD I admire that so much.

I love how independent he is.  He’s not afraid to do things completely by himself.  Go off and take himself on his own lunch date?  Yup.   As someone who loves Me Dates, I really respect this in a person.  I think it also goes hand in hand with his confidence.

I love how Loyal he is.  Do you know how easy it could have been for this kid to be just like Camila Cabello?  They’ve been pushing him to go solo for years, they’ve been pushing the idea that he hates the band just as long, and yet here he is.  Most likely the last one to release any kind of solo material whatsoever.  Sitting back and keeping quiet and letting the others take the spotlight for themselves.  

I love how Good he is.  with a capital G.   this is one of those times where I have trouble putting it into words.  Because it’s different than his kindness.  There’s just this innate Goodness within him that makes me want to be a better person whenever I see him pop up.  I don’t even know how to explain it.

I love how hard he works.  He’s always trying to better himself.  Do Better.  Be better.  Never settling.  

I love how petty he is.  Now, i Know.  I KNOW it’s not a “good” quality, but there’s something about it that just warms my slytherin heart.  Because it humanizes him, you know?  It makes him a real person and not some God on a pedestal.  He can be such a petulant child sometimes and I know if I knew him in real life I would constantly be rolling my eyes at him as he drives me crazy.  But I still weirdly love it??? 

I love how much of an Old Soul he is.  His playlist from Another Man was my childhood soundtrack.  My dad was a HUGE elvis fan in particular and I see so many similarities between Harry and Elvis and their generosity in particular as well as their love for their mamas.  

I love how caring he is.  I love how when he meets fans who are crying their faces off he holds them tight and asks them if they’re ok.  Wanting to make sure they’re alright.  Wanting to make sure they feel good about themselves.

God…this kid.  THIS KID!!  I just want good things for him.  I want him to smile more this year.  MORE DIMPLES 2K17!!!!  I want him to feel loved and appreciated.  I’ve enjoyed watching him grow so much and can’t wait to see how far he can go.  What a Good and Precious Egg. GIVE HIM ALL THE GOOD THINGS!!! 

Family's Definition.

If anyone could ask you about the definition of a family, you’d describe yours. You’d describe the feeling of euphoria that you felt when you saw Harry on one knee, a simple shining ring in a velvet box in his hands as loving words fell spontaneously from his lips, taking a breath before he asked you:

“Would you please, oh God, please, marry me?”

You’d describe the moment you saw Harry at the aisle, hand covering his mouth as tears dropped down his face when he watched you walk down. The shake of his head as he grinned when he gently held your hands in his, whispering sweet nothings. Or when he finally gave you your first kiss as weds, pouring years of love in.

You’d describe your honeymoon. Sitting on the beach as Harry strummed the guitar, covering your favorite songs and lullabying you with unreleased songs in his that he kept hidden in his leather journal.

If anyone asks about family, you’d tell them about Harry’s happy outburst when you told him you were ready to try for a baby; how he picked you up and twirled you, showering your face with pecks and whispering: “We’re going to be the greatest parents ever. You and I, angel.”

You’d tell them about the moment you gave Harry a box of chocolate, pecking his lips when he hungrily opened it but right as he was about to pick one, his eyes widened when he saw the white little frosting on each chocolate piece that read ‘YOU ARE GOING TO BE A DADDY’. Chocolates flying to the couch as Harry embraced you tightly, tears rolling down as he cupped your face in his hands.

“Thank you! Thank you! I’m going to be a dad! You’re-You’re going to be a mum and-Oh my God, I love you, I love you.” Was what he said as he struggled to breathe through the words, kissing you before bending down to kiss your still bump-less stomach, “We’re going to take care of you, baby Styles. We love you. Daddy loves you.”
How it turned from only a goodnight kiss to your lips, to also pecks of kisses on your stomach with a sweet pep talk.

The first time the baby kicked was during Harry’s performance of Sweet Creature as he was on stage, you backstage, watching him proudly when you felt a kick in your now bump making you subconsciously put a hand on your stomach before looking back at Harry who was smiling at the crowd before he looked at you with a grin, faltering when he saw your tearful eyes, stuttering over the lyrics as he concentrated on your mouth as you mouthed, “It kicked!” while pointing at your stomach.

“Holy shit!” Harry said through the mic, cutting off his singing as he ran to where you are, eagerly putting his hands on your stomach as he knelt down. When he felt the kick, he couldn’t help but have tears in his eyes himself, “Hi, baby Styles. We’re excited for you to get out too.” He said, kissing your stomach before looking up at you, “Are you hurt?”
With a shake of your head and reassurance, you made Harry go back on stage. “’M sorry, my baby kicked for the first time!” He excited announced.

You’d describe love and family with Harry’s tired smile as he watched you eat craved McDonald’s fries at 3 am, taking off his hoodie and sweats to go back to bed, mumbling that you should wake him up if you need anything else.
You’d go on and on about the moment when you and Harry rushed to the hospital, tears and grunts emitting from you, Harry’s face in distress as his hand held yours in the delivery room, continuously supporting you with “You’re doing great, love. So so great. We’re getting there.”

The moment Harry cried when he saw your baby in your arms, too nervous to approach you and your little guy. You had joked, telling him that this wasn’t the reaction he said he’d have. You gently told him to come closer and watching him as he does, his lips falling on your forehead to give you an appreciative kiss before letting his finger be held by his baby’s tiny fingers. Or the moment Harry holds his baby in his arms, cooing softly to him and already making memories with him.

The moment you enter the house, watching your baby’s fingers messily hit Harry’s guitar chords as Harry filmed him with your camera, giving him an earful of “You’re doing great, little guy! Just like daddy!”

If anyone could ask you about the definition of love and family, you’d tell them about yours.

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I MADE MYSELF EMOTIONAL

Originally posted by stylesinthewild

Harry did THAT??He is praised by THE Christopher Nolan??Mark Rylance said “I won The Harry” and all Harry’s co stars are truly appreciate him and didn’t look down on him??Harry’s talent is being acknowledged and appreciated!What a time do be alive

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Warning: swearing 

I’ve finally done my dream imagine! I’ve been wanting to write a dramatic imagine for a while now. Thank you to those who voted for this and for those who even personally messaged me. I really do appreciate the help.

It took me quite a lot of time to finish this because I had a lot of scenarios in mind. Sorry for the delay. Hope I didn’t disappoint.

Anyways… Hope you guys like it! 

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They say that after the honeymoon phase comes the biggest bump in one’s relationship.

For four years now, I’ve been Harry Styles’s girlfriend. I met him when I started working for Lou as her assistant stylist for the Where We Are Tour. At first, I was adamant to do it. But with a little push from Lou, I finally agreed. I’m glad that I agreed. Each passing day on the road, Harry and I grew closer until he finally asked me to be his. And I said yes.

Throughout the course of the On The Road Again Tour, I was asked yet again to join the crew. But this time, no decision was needed to be thought out. I was going to be with the love of my life 24/7 and that was enough reason to agree once more.

 I was with them when they had to perform for the first time without Zayn in Manila. Nerves were wrecking around backstage about who’ll sing Zayn’s part in which song and what’ll happen to their positions onstage with one member missing. I was even there when Zayn officially said goodbye.

I was with Harry when they announced to the public of their decision regarding the hiatus. It was hard for the lads to end up with that decision, but they all knew that it was for the greater good of the band. They knew that if they went on with a heavy heart that they might end up resenting what they do or worse, each other.

 I was there during their last show in Sheffield. Hugs were given as soon as the show ended. Tears were pouring everywhere. I have never seen Harry cry so hard before. Even I shed a tear or two. Of course, I’ve been with these people for two years now. I’ll miss seeing them everyday. But whatever happens, we all promised to support one another in any way or form.

**

Now, it’s been a few months since the hiatus started. Harry and I decided to go home to Holmes Chapel to unwind for a few weeks. Anne was kind enough to have accommodated both of us. Gemma even stopped by everyday to chat with us. It seemed like I was in a normal relationship and not in a relationship with a superstar.

A few weeks after that, Harry was casted for Christopher Nolan’s new movie Dunkirk. To say that I was proud of him was an understatement. In the midst of shooting the movie, Harry asked me to join him because he was feeling lonely. With a smile on my face, I gladly joined him. Plus, Cillian Murphy was another reason to drop by. (wink wink)

After the movie, Harry decided to start writing for his first solo album. I was so happy that he’d be back in the comfort of his beloved studio where I knew he was genuinely happy. He decided to take a small trip to Jamaica, which was such a breather. It was away from all the flashing light and spying eyes. Harry’d spend his time in the studio with Jeff and Mitch. While I, on the other hand, started drawing my dream fashion line.

Every since I was a kid, I have loved dressing up. And finishing my degree in fashion designing really was a dream come true. Dressing people up like how I did with the lads on tour was not the job that i was expecting but it was a great experience. I’m much more interested in designing my own fashion line and flaunt my designs on the runway.

**

One normal day back home, I got a phone call from the biggest fashion company in London. They heard from Lou that I was a fashion major and wanted me to send drafts of my designs for their upcoming fall collection. I was beyond ecstatic.

This is it.

 My dreams are becoming a reality. I immediately called Lou and thank her over and over again. I then excitedly told Harry and he was so proud of me. That night, me, my family, friends and Harry went out and celebrated but I noticed that Harry wasn’t into it. My best friend even asked if he was ill. It was like he wasn’t even there. I just took it as stress and agreed to go home earlier than expected.

The day of his album launch came. It was a whirlwind of emotions. I was so proud of how people responded to Sign of the Times, but the response to the album was much better. Knowing how hard Harry worked for it and how much people appreciated it made me so happy for him.

And to add to that happiness, pieces from the collection that I sent was chosen for the London Fashion Week Fashion Show a few months from now. I had already told Harry the night before about it but he just nodded and told me he was proud.

Maybe he’s just tired? Or maybe he’s just nervous for the launch the next day? I thought. 

His entire team went out to celebrate that night. Of course, I was there during dinner with his family. I told Gemma about the the fashion show and she promised to be there to support me. Anne even let out a sound of excitement and kept on hugging me, making me feel how happy she was for me.

The dinner ended quickly, so they decided to have a few drinks. Me, on the other hand, had a very important meeting with the company so I had to be presentable and hang-over free.

 “Love, let’s go?” Harry asked.

 “Babe, I have that meeting tomorrow remember?” I asked, with a ‘duh’ tone.

 “What meeting?” He asked. I was shocked. His facial expression really showed no signs of him knowing what was going on.

 “The meeting for the fashion show?” I asked, hoping that something will spark up.

 “You got the job?” He asked.

 “Harry, I told you that last night.” I said, a small frown now starting to form on my face.

 “Ohh yeah. That.” He said. I was kind of disappointed that he forgot but I just shook it off.

 “Anyways, it’ll probably be best if I head home first. Go enjoy the night.” I said giving him a kiss on the cheek.

 “You sure?”

 “Of course.”

 And with that, I left him and went home.

**

The meeting the next day went very well. I met with the tailors who’ll make my designs a reality alongside me and explained to them how I wanted it to turn out. They were nice enough to have understood my worries and assured me of my creative works. The models were also chosen and among those are some of the most well known models. The feeling of Cara Delevingne wearing my work was unbelievable.

I went home that afternoon with a tired body, yet a big smile on my face. Harry was in our bedroom getting ready to go out and celebrate with his friends. I quickly gave him a kiss on the cheek and a quick ‘hey babe’.

“Love, go get ready. We’ll meet them at five.” He said, buttoning his shirt.

“Babe, is it ok if I pass tonight? I’m so tired and I just want to lie down and relax.” I said, slumping my body in the bed. His face showed how much he wanted to go. “Go on without me. Enjoy babe.”

“Don’t you want to celebrate the success of my album, love?” He said with pleading eyes. Of course I want to but having sewed a few pieces myself, I was exhausted.

“It’s not that babe. It’s just that… I’m so tired.” 

“Oh. Ok.”

What’s with his attitude? I don’t know why his tone suddenly sounded like he’s implying that I didn’t want to go just because I don’t want to go.

“What’s with you?” I suddenly asked. I don’t know what ticked inside me, but I had a feeling that me asking that question will lead to a fight.

“Nothing. It’s just that I feel that you’re not happy for me.” He said while fixing his not-so-long-anymore hair.

“What are you saying? Just because I don’t want to go out tonight doesn’t mean I’m not happy for you.” My voice started rising.

“Then make me feel it! All you care about is your stupid designs.”

Oh hell no. 

“Excuse me?”

He’s gotta be kidding right now.

“I said it! All you care about is your stupid runway fashion show. You never support me in any of my works. It’s like I don’t even have a girlfriend who supports me. All we talk about is how excited you are for the show and how happy you are that YOUR dreams are coming true. What about me, huh? Ever thought about me? My album? My dreams?”

 “Oh for fuck’s sake Harry. Don’t you ever say that I didn’t support you. I spent two years on the road with you… two years which should’ve been spent on designing my OWN fashion show. I’ve been beside you through all of the rumors, the hiatus, and now your solo career. So don’t you dare point a finger at me and say that I don’t care about your dreams because I do.” I said. My blood’s now boiling that I don’t think it’ll be enough cooling off just for tonight.

 “Then make me feeling like you care and join us tonight.” He shouted.

 “Why are you so fucking selfish? Can’t you see that I’ve been working my ass off for MY dream? All I ever thought about for the past few years was you and your damn career. Can’t you think about mine? All I’m asking is a night in tonight. Heck, I’m not even asking you to stay with me!” Harry was about to say something but I cut him off.

 “You know what Harry? I realized now… All I ever did in this relationship is give, give, and give. And I’m getting tired.”

 Flashbacks of how Harry reacted with me getting the job came to mind… he didn’t even care. Heck, he even forgot that I told him about me getting it. I’ve talked about this with a friend of mine and what she told me really hit me.

 “It sounds to me like there’s only one person in this relationship.”

“Love, I’m not saying that your dream is not that important. It’s just that -” he said, but I cut him off.

“You feel that your accomplishments are far more important and extravagant than mine.” I said in total realization. No words were needed, his facial expressions were enough to assure my assumption.

“I can’t believe you!” I shouted. “A relationship between two people is about trust and support, and you can’t even support your girlfriend of four years? Your girlfriend who was beside you, supporting you since who knows when!” I started crying.

 “Love, it’s not like that…”

 “Then what is it like Harry? WHAT?” My head started to ache and my breathing started to quicken its pace.

 “Love…”

 “You know what? You’re not the Harry that I fell in love with anymore. You’re just a big-headed pop star who only cares about his fame.”

 “You’re not the girlfriend that I used to know as well. My girlfriend supports me in everything that I do.”

 “And my boyfriend also does the same.”

 “I’m still that person!” He said in exhaustion.

 “No you’re not.” I said with tears now streaming down my face.

 “Then what are you implying?” For a split second, I saw the man that I fell in love with - the man who’d swim the oceans just to make me smile.

 “I’m sorry but if you’ll continue, it’d be best if I left.”

 “Love, no… Don’t do this.” Desperation was very well heard from that one sentence.

 “I’m sorry.”

 I grabbed my bag and with that, I left the man who still had my heart.

They said that there’s always a rainbow after the rain. But with this kind of relationship, seeing a ray of light might be impossible.

anonymous asked:

tfln about her having a really low and bad day and harry just being super comforting xx

Thank you for the request, love! It’s a tad angsty, but I quite like how sappy this turned out in the end haha! (Image is not mine but I wish it was)

Masterlist and TFLNs

Harry You

You’ve been awfully quiet today love, everything okay?

I’m okay, just been a long day. Don’t really wanna talk about it

Baby… 

Talk to me. What’s going on?

Whatever it is, I’ll try to help the best I can

Love, I know you’re reading my messages. Please don’t shut me out

Love you…

I love you too

I’m sorry I’ve been so closed off, I didn’t mean to make you feel bad

You didn’t make me feel bad, just concerned

I don’t know what’s going on and can’t do anything to make you feel better when I’m in the dark about the situation

You’re right, H, there’s nothing you can do

There’s nothing anyone can do, really

I’m a big girl, it’s nothing I haven’t handled before so just let it go

I can’t just let it go when I know you’re upset

Well do me a favor and try, yeah?

Love…

Are you upset at me?

Okay, you’re upset at me. But I’m not going to apologize when I don’t know what I did

So either tell me so I can make it right or sit there and sulk, your choice love

Way to kick me when I’m down…

I told you to let it go, just do us both a favor and listen to me. I never said I was upset with you

Fine. Talk to me when you decide to face your issues like an adult

Yes, please tell me to be an adult when you’re the one who won’t stop nagging me when I tell you to forget about it

I can’t help that my first thought is to help you when something’s wrong! Why are you punishing me for that?!

I’m not trying to punish you

I don’t want to be a burden, you have enough to deal with already and I refuse to add to that

You’re not a burden, love. I don’t know how much clearer I can be. Part of being in a relationship is being supportive and when you won’t let me I feel useless

You are far from useless, but I’m done talking about this. Clearly we’re not getting anywhere so I’m putting an end to it

There you go again, taking the easy way out

No Harry, I’m being a fucking adult and trying to not add fuel to the fire

So now you want to be an adult? Adults communicate. You not telling me what the fuck is going on is not helping the situation. If you’d just tell me what’s wrong, we could be halfway to a solution by now

You know what Harry, THERE IS NO FUCKING SOLUTION!!! YOU’RE A CONTINENT AWAY 

AND IT’S KILLING ME

EVERYTHING REMINDS ME OF YOU 

EVERYTHING SMELLS LIKE YOU

EVERYONE ASKS ME ABOUT YOU AND IT TAKES EVERYTHING IN ME TO NOT CRY AT TIMES

EVERYTHING MAKES ME FUCKING THINK OF YOU AND HOW MUCH I WISH YOU WERE HERE TO BE A PART OF IT WITH ME

But you’re not and you can’t change that 

There, I spilled my guts. Happy now?

Obviously I’m not happy that you’re hurting, I wish I knew what to do

I knew there was nothing you could do, that’s why I asked you to drop it

I’m sure as hell not going to drop it now when I know I’m the reason you’re feeling this way

Please tell what you want me to do and I’ll do it

I don’t want you to do anything, I just wish I wasn’t missing you so hard and that this was a little easier. I should be used to the touring life, but it seems to get more and more difficult each time you have to go away

I’m sorry if I’m making you feel bad, I hope you know I’m not doing it intentionally

You don’t think I miss you more and more every day? Love, I’d do anything to have you be here or me be there

I feel like a burden, you have much more important things to be dealing with than silly old me

Please stop saying you’re being a burden and that you’re not as important as my job. I’ll have lots of tours but I’ll only have one of you and I plan on keeping you for as long as you’ll have me

You mean it?

I’ve never meant anything more in my life. As much as I miss you, knowing that I get to come home to you is what keeps me going. I know you’ll be there, no matter what happens. Baby, you’ve been my biggest supporter for longer than I deserve and I could never show you or tell you how thankful I am for you. When this all ends, I know you’ll still be there. You’re the one thing that’ll never change. Do you know how fucking lucky I am that you’re the one thing I don’t have to worry about? You keep me sane and you love me more than I deserve.x

I just need you to remember that I love you more than you can ever imagine and when you’re having an off day you need to tell me so I can love you a little extra. I can’t alway be there, but I can always tell you I love you.x

I’m full on sobbing now. Thanks for that, babe

Happy tears I hope

Very happy tears, I don’t know what I did to deserve you

I think the same thing every day, love

I’m just missing you a little more today

I didn’t mean to be such a bitch before, I’m sorry Harry

I’m sorry too. But please tell me the next time you’re feeling this way, hate arguing with you especially when I can’t be there in the blink of an eye. I love you.x

I will, I promise. I love you and thank you for loving me more than I can imagine

You make it easy to love you and that’s just one of the reasons why I love you so much 

Are you trying to make me cry again, because it’s working

Harry! These are gorgeous! You honestly didn’t have to do this, thank you so much 🖤

I was happy to, least I could do to make up for leaving

Well if you’re gonna send flowers every time you leave, you should go away more often ;)

Heyyyyyy… mean

Kidding, kidding…

Hurry back to me? 

I’ll do my best, love. Wait for me?

Always 🖤

x

TFLN request? Ask away! Feedback is appreciated!

anonymous asked:

Julia you've read the article? So what do you think?

i did! like i said in my tags, i think the author has a knack for inserting his own plot into the overall story. i think harry’s quotes are lovely, appreciative, humorous and deflective enough and the author worked with what he was given and created his own harry styles. i think he knows how to blur the lines between harry’s quotes and his own perception/imagination and how to make it a compelling read for a rolling stone reader. if you’re the nitpicky kind, like us, you quickly find a disconnect between harry’s words and careful phrasing and his embellishments (i.e. the quote about compartmentalising his private/work life vs the whole paragraph about taylor swift).

that said, i think harry was portrayed very positively to someone who is interested in getting to know him as a solo artist. he clearly loves his fans, he doesn’t have a bad word to say about one direction, he is quirky and unique. i could have done without the ben winston und ~relationships part (because it was factually incorrect and i don’t like ben or taylor) but that’s me - a one direction fan who knows these things intrinsically. it’s also important to keep in mind that he is still in the closet, as has been discussed extensively today. and for someone who has fully expected harry to actively stunt again i’m really very pleased (for lack of better word) we’re ‘only’ getting all these rehashed stories simply because people outside of the fandom vaguely know about them but that have lost actual relevancy a long time ago.

“Flat out” - h.s. Part 3

Part 1 / Part 2 

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Before Harry came back to London, you had always enjoyed that your flat was kind of a drama free zone. You never invited anyone over, except for Felicity who came over on weekends to study, and you always had a sense of clear calm and peace to have your work zone and just enjoy yourself.

But when Harry came back for longer than just a couple weeks, things did become different. You didn’t mind though considering it was technically his apartment, and it was just his space as much as it was yours. But you knew that the only reason the flat had been so quiet was because you had been the only one in it. And now that Harry was back, you both found a way to express yourselves through some louder words every once in a while.

With the arrest of diTorino and his buddies, you really didn’t feel unsafe in any way. But that didn’t seem to matter to Harry as he drove you in silence back to the flat you shared. He was quiet, a brooding angry quiet that you didn’t want to mess with, and you decided not to allow it to bother you in any way as you dropped your keys and shoes at the front door and made your way inside.

You’d seen Harry angry on multiple accounts. There had been the whole cupcake fiasco at Liam’s birthday two years ago, and then that paparazzi that had almost knocked you over during your time in Canada. And though it was scary at times, you never took it that seriously because you knew he was nothing more than a softy on the inside.

So you didn’t take it into thought as Harry slammed the door behind you while you walked over to the kitchen.

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anonymous asked:

I know requests are closed but could you possible do a little blurb where y/n is Harry's current gf and she gets a little jealous that Carolina is about someone else and Harry's wondering why she doesn't like the song cause every time he asked her about it she shuts down and they fight and h gets mad cause y/n is "hindering his creativity" and they fight but then make up? Thanks love id really appreciate it

I hated that I’d become this person.  Jealousy was not in my repertoire.  I knew the deal when I’d started dating Harry Styles.  He was committed to his art.  He wrote about experiences he’d had which could range from things he’d done to people he’d hung out with.  I was lucky enough to become one of those experiences though he’d never written a song about it.

And maybe that’s where I was stuck.

We’d been dating for a year.  I resisted him at first, I didn’t want the spotlight that came with dating someone like him.  I’m not a girl who walks around in Gucci everywhere I go.  In fact, most weekends I look homeless while I run around LA in workout clothes and not a stitch of makeup.  But he’d persisted.  And he’d finally won me over.  A combination of his kindness and undeniable charm and I fell fast.  He told me daily that I was the one who inspired him.  I was his home.

But yet, he’d never written a song about me.

When he’d come home from Jamaica with new songs burning a hole in his pocket, I was almost as excited as he was to hear them.  We’d been apart for two months with limited communication at his request.  I understood, I didn’t get upset.  But I also wouldn’t say it had been easy.  Missing Harry, whether he was a thousand miles away or two miles away, was just part of my day now.  It went with the territory.

And I was blown away.  I was.  The songs were other worldly.  They were a perfect mix of every artist we listened to together.  They were Harry.  He gave me a little rundown of each song.  What had inspired him, what parts he’d written versus the parts other people had written, how the arrangement came about.  He knew I liked hearing about how the songs were built so he indulged me.  Just one more reason why I loved him so much.

He saved Carolina for last.  He said it was the song that got them out of their funk in the studio when they felt like everything they were coming up with was crap.  I liked it.  A lot.  It was fun and infectious and the kind of song I’d enjoy blasting while driving down the highway.

However, when he launched into the explanation for the song, my love for it dwindled until it was gone.

And that’s where I was stuck.

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Always- Alex!Harry

So this is my first installment of the Alex inspired Harry fic and I hope you like it very much. I had loads of fun writing it! I’d like to thank @oh-styles @trulymadlysydney @druggedaiquiri for their continuous support. 

Caution: Do not read this if you haven’t seen the film but that’s up to you. I’ll try and keep the spoilers to a minimum but caution is required.

Note: Although I used Alex’s surname as Dawson, Mr. Dawson (Mark Rylance’s character) and Alex are not related in this fic.

This is more like an introduction to the actual one shot.

Hope you like it! Feedback is always appreciated,xx.

Originally posted by antogriezmann

She always knew he was going to do something with his life, make it worthwhile and meaningful. She knew from the beginning of their relationship that all he wanted was to make his mum proud and happy that he was her son.  She met him when they were in secondary school, being at the tender age of 16 both of them were bright eyed and hopeful about the future despite the obstacles and the hardships they knew they were bound to face. After all living in 1935 wasn’t exactly a joy ride.

Alex was 19 years old when he went and signed himself up in the British Army. It was always his dream and goal in life to do something for his country, he wanted people to be proud and talk praises of him behind his back. He wanted people in his town to point to him and be happy to tell others that he was from their town or he was a friend or maybe even a neighbour. He and Y/N were fresh out of college and while she went and got herself a job at the local bakery, having always been interested in cooking and baking, he went and enrolled himself to dedicate his life to his country. If there was one thing he was certain about, it was his job; always wanted to follow in the footsteps of his father who was a Captain in the army and died in battle when Alex was just four years old.

He was raised by his mother, Elaine, who worked day in and day out as a teacher at the local primary school to put three full meals on the table for the two of them.  He could only hope that someday he could be perceived as a person who was as strong and brave as she was, raising a child alone in a society where a woman without a man was not digested well is not simple task. He knew she faced a lot of criticism from various people but she always put on a brave face for him and made sure he had as normal a childhood as possible.

-X-

It was the April of 1938 when he enrolled himself, bright eyed Alex knew he had a lot more to go through before he found himself fighting in the battlegrounds, the real life experience being more daunting than the ones he had read about in his history textbooks at school. He wanted to be able to give back to his mother who spent all her time and energy making sure he had a good home environment and childhood despite the harsh conditions outside but he also wanted to be able to provide for Y/N who promised to love him with all her heart and wait for him to come back no matter what it takes until officers showed up at her doorstep to deliver some bad news and maybe even then she’d love him.

He had to go through six months of rigorous and tiring training before he was given the title of a Private and he couldn’t have felt happier . He was finally a soldier, he was Private Alexander James Dawson and he couldn’t have been prouder of himself, he just hoped his father would have been too. 

For the first couple months from November of 1938 to May of 1939 he worked near the cost of various cities all through the United Kingdom. Y/N didn’t see him very often, once every couple months if she was lucky but he did send her letter almost every other week, never failing to remind her of how much he loved her.  They wrote to each other regularly, she told him about her job at the bakery and kept him up to date with all the latest town gossip and he told her about how good it was to have finally come as close to fulfilling his dreams as possible. For the nights where she longed for him and wished foe nothing but to have her lover’s arms wrapped around her in a loving embrace, she kept in mind the conversation they had before he was sent off for his duties.

“You know I love you sweetheart, don’t you?” He held her face in his palms tenderly, fingers skimming over her delicate cheekbones to collect the tears that kept cascading down. He had a small frown on his face, his brows furrowed as lips formed a little pout being unable to take the sadness in his girl’s eyes. The moisture in her doe eyes made him a little anxious and tearful but he knew he had to be strong for her. 

His bags were packed, filled with essentials but also little memorabilia that reminded him of his loved ones and would help him keep them close although not in person. She came by his house before she left for the bakery, she didn’t care if she was going to go in late but Alex was not leaving without saying goodbye to her and God forbid she thinks of this as being the last time she saw him, the thought alone makes her shudder.

Her arms were wrapped around his waist holding on firmly to the cotton of his shirt, scared that he would disappear if she let go. She nodded meekly to his question, of course she knew he loved her and she could only hope it was as much as she loved him. She presses her cheek further into his chest, gripping him a little tighter as she tries to muffle her sobs, not wanting him to see her become a wreck in front of his eyes. She’ll miss him terribly she realizes as she tries to memorize his scent for what may be the last time for a couple of months, maybe even an year, having no guarantee that he’ll come back or if he even will but she chooses not to think of that. 

“I love you, Alex. So much.” She whispers under her breathe as she stands on her tip toes to press one last kiss against his raspberry lips, memorizing the softness of their texture and the way his hands squeeze her waist to keep her company in her memories for the many nights to come.

-X-

It was during the July of 1939 when she came home tired from the bakery after having done a late night’s shift that an unexpected surprise awaited her. She had been taking home leftovers from the bakery every night now that the war was fully fledged into position and food and basic commodities were scarce, the rationing had begun, only the well off and the ones who made sufficient money to sustain a proper lifestyle were able to afford buying goods regularly. The owner of the bakery, June Bennet, a middle aged lady in her early fifties was kind enough to let her employees take home the leftover at half the price that they were being sold for.

Y/N came home with a small brown paper bag in her hands that contained a loaf of bread and a couple of sweet buns along with a pint of milk that she hoped would last her throughout the week and maybe some of the next too. She was surprised to find bags placed in the doorway of her bedroom and the sound of rustling in the bathroom alerted her to the possibility of an intruder in her house. She walked with caution into the bathroom where she heard the water running and the silhouette of a man caught her attention. She pulled back the curtains thinking she’d find a stranger but was surprised to see the startled figure of the love of her life before her, his hair dripping from his long lashes and an expression that mirrored one of a deer caught in the headlights on his face.

Tears pooled at her eyes as she glanced at him and in a heartbeat or maybe less she was in his arms hugging the life out of him as sobs wracked through her body not even paying an ounce of attention to the fact the she was now soaked to the bone. Alex’s arms wrapped strong around her as he nuzzled his face in her neck feeling equally as emotional as her. He couldn’t believe that she was here, in his arms with her hands clutching him for her life. She was real and he couldn’t comprehend that after all the time he spent looking forward to seeing her and going home to her, she was finally here.

“What are you doing here, Alexander? Weren’t you off for duty? She was curious, as happy as she was that he was in her presence again, she knew him coming home would have a hidden meaning.

He fidgeted a little bit, nervous and not knowing how to tell her the reason for his sudden arrival. The letter that contained the news that he was supposed to tell her lay in his bag as a constant reminder of all the pain his words were going to cause her, the words it contained weighing down on his heart.

“Why do you go and sit down, love? I’ll just finish washing meself and be right with you.” 

She nodded as she stepped out, words escaping her. She changed out of her wet clothing putting them out to dry in the balcony. The atmosphere had changed drastically in her little flat; the happiness she once felt at the return of her lover was replaced with the anxiety of his impending news.

She was alerted of his presence when she heard the clearing of his throat behind her, turning around to face him with furrowed brows. She couldn’t help but step closer to him, wanting his comforting presence after being denied it for so many months. She rested her hands on his shoulder as she reached up to press a kiss to his lips, the simple gesture spreading warmth in her heart.  He pressed himself closer to her as his mouth put a little more pressure on hers, the taste of her kiss being one of the many things he missed about her.

“Is everything okay, Alex?” She whispered as she pulled back, her forehead resting against his whilst locked in his embrace. He didn’t know how to tell her that everything was not alright and if things went wrong, he was not sure they’d ever be. He sighed dejectedly knowing that he’d have to tell her eventually and better sooner than later is what he figured.

“They’re sending me to Dunkirk, sweetheart. And I don’t know when I’ll be back.”

Tears pooled her eyes at his admission, Dunkirk? That was in France, wasn’t it? Why would he go there?  The question in her mind drove her crazy making her lose sight of her surrounding for a minute, the anxiety that washed over her made her dizzy as all the possibilities ran through her mind.

“Dunkirk? Why are you going there, Alex? Is everything okay?”

“Sweetheart, they’re sending me off to war.” He sighed, knowing that her heart was breaking in front of his own tow eyes. He wanted to console her, he really did but who is to guarantee that he won’t lose his life? Who is to say that he’ll come home safe and sound? Who is to say that he’ll come home? But he knew he had to be strong for her so he gripped her cheeks in his hands the same way he did the first time he left and tried his best not to let his emotions consume him.

“Hey, darling look at me for a second okay? I know what you’re thinking and I know it’s scary but I promise you that nothing will keep me away from you, okay? Nothing will stop me from loving you not even the bloody world war. I promise that I’ll come back to you. I always will, you’re my home remember? It’s you and I, forever. And ‘sides you have my mum here and she loves you so much sometimes more than she love me. She’s always here for you.”

Y/N had tears streaming down her face at an uncontrollable rate as she looked into the deep jade irises that she had fallen so much in love with. She nodded her head in affirmation at his soothing words. She was scared but she knew she loved him and she knew she would wait for him no matter how long or what it takes, she promised him that when he enrolled himself an year and half ago.

“Do you promise? That you will come back to me? For me? No matter what?”The innocence in her eyes made him let out a soft chuckle as he kissed her on the forehead before resting his against it.

“Always.”

-X- 

anonymous asked:

I very much appreciate your taking the time and effort on the in-depth analysis of SOTT. I do have a question about it. You ended the main section with this: "How does he rescue himself and others?... Musically, of course...Harry Styles has hung out his Sign." Can you clarify or expand on that a bit? I guess I was hoping for something more positive and hopeful of a definitive end to all the fuckery. Do you see anything like that for our boys, or (1 of 2)

(2 of 2) is it pretty much a lost cause and they’re all going to be stuck in a hellish round-a-bout of bullshit for the forseeable future?


Hi!

I didn’t mean to imply that he hung out a Sign as in: “from here on it’s all Holo forever.” I’m sorry if it came across that way.

What I meant was that this song was Harry delivering the goods. “You want Holo? You got Holo.” And the messenger was the message– the meaning of the song itself explained how it was birthed, with a lot of pain, lies, confusion, forced separation.

I totally do not think this will last.

What I’ve seen for the last few days is:

- Liam and Niall tweeting congrats to Harry; Louis did not
- Harry unable to mention Louis’s name in interviews
- Liam tweeting a strange message– glad you’re getting to do your stuff. Because Liam can’t?
- H and L releasing public pap and stalker photos showing they are in separate locations/ continents

Why do they have to go this hard? Why are they always linked? If there’s nothing going on, why can’t there be normal congratulations, well done H, let’s catch up sometime?

It tells me that things are not normal right now, but the narrative is being pushed hard. We were hoping for change in April, but obviously it didn’t come. I think the hard push has to do with nothing getting in the way of a successful Holo launch.

Why would Louis agree to go along with it? If they’re not together, why would Louis care that Harry launches successfully, and go to such lengths?

Because they ARE together. Always. You.

And if Harry can write this kind of music, doing what he has to do to protect Louis, and Louis has to do what he has to do to protect Harry, and still make music, then they’re managing. We want them to be “free,” but that doesn’t necessarily mean what we imagine: free to come out as a couple, free to conduct business without restrictions.

I have to believe that they know how to manage their own careers better than we do. They have access to lawyers. They know things we don’t know. Both are amazingly smart and have planned their lives accordingly. It will end. Already almost no one in the media (thanks Sirius XM assholes) mentions Louis’ having a son, and he doesn’t even pretend to care anymore. And Harry gives no shits about deflecting questions he doesn’t want to answer.

All four boys are set to release music this quarter. It is ending, bit by bit. It will end.

1D Hiatus: Day 587

* An interviewer from ExtraTV mentions Harry’s reaction to the picture of Ryan Gosling that Nick Grimshaw showed him during that heart monitor game on Radio 1 to Ryan Gosling at the San Diego Comic Con

* The music video for ‘Back To You’ is #1 on iTunes in the US

* Liam meets fans in NYC

* Videos of Liam on stage and performing with Zedd during his set at a nightclub in NYC last night come out

* The ‘Sign of the Times’ music video hits one hundred million views on YouTube

* All of Niall’s Flicker Sessions tour dates are officially sold out

* Louis will be joining Roman Kemp on Capital Breakfast this Monday morning from 6AM UK time

* A video of Niall answering fans’ questions for the MTV Show is released

* Niall, Liam, Harry and Louis are all nominated for the MTV Hottest Summer Superstar and you can vote for them using the hashtag #MTVHottest on Twitter 

* Louis posts a picture on Instagram

It’s Jul 22nd, 2017.


On this day a year ago: #222

If you’re reading this: stylessemantics is now one year old! And to celebrate I’m going to step away from this blog but not delete it. (For more info on this click here for my goodbye note). But I couldn’t step back without giving much deserved praise to the people that are the definition of my good days, specially in this last, very crazy year. Give these people a follow. Some are writers, some are just awesome friends, some are very cool blogs. But they all mean something to me. 


“I truly, honestly, undoubtedly, without question, don’t deserve a single one of you or my followers and I never will” - iv, 2017.

I will start with some very special mentions, and then a list of all these amazing people, right under this cut :)


@permanentcross : I think everyone’s tired of hearing me say this but if there’s someone who directly or indirectly pushed little ol’ iv to start stylessemantics, it’s this lady right here. She is probably annoyed by me because I say this to her all the damn time, but she just doesn’t understand that to me, talking to her is like talking to harry himself, and that she’s like the top of the food-chain to me. Being her friend was all I ever wanted. I know I’ll never have a relationship like her and B have but hey, a girl can dream :P Thank you for your time, and I’m sorry for taking it!

@stylesunchained : Well, I mean, I had to mention you, DUH! I believe I discovered you thanks to E, and again… I’ve told you this before, but you’re top of the food-chain to me. You once told me that you liked a piece of my writing and that you wished you had written it yourself cause it was just
“so good” and I’m still starstruck, I still have trouble believing it, and from that moment on I check what I’ve written since then, daily to see if you’ve liked it cause if you haven’t then it’s crap. I have to impress you like I did that one time. That’s how important you are to me. Thank you for everything. Sorry for everything. Also please post more selfies they soothe my soul.

@harrycarryme : LISTEN IF OUR SNAPCHAT STREAK DIES WHILE IM IN LONDON I WILL CRY UNTIL THE DAY I DIE. You mean so much to me. Stylessemantics is a year old and soon so will our friendship and I’m PUMPED!!! You are always there for me and my crazy 10 minute snapchat updates. We have crazy ideas and we’re just comfortable. You have a very homey feel to me, and that’s something I will cherish FOREVER. And I won’t be on stylessemantics but i’ll be everywhere else we chat and bugging you on snapchat, no doubt about that. ALSO GIVE ME THAT SUMMER THING YOU’RE GONNA WRITE I WANT IT ASAP.

@adashofniallandasprinkleoflunacy @babymyharry @ihearthemcallingxx @moonlight-hazza @moonchildstyles @raspharries @honeyskins @fairylightsstyles : Honestly I have to apologise to you guys more than I can say anything else. Sure I can start a whole new post to talk about you guys but I think people would hate me for it! You’re honestly the cool kids squad I feel like the nerd that somehow joined, and joined too late. Idk where the idea came from or why andrea wanted me to join this gc but she did and I found all of you and I have regretted it ever since (I’m joking) Y’all cheer me up and are so supportive. I’m annoying I know that, but y’all put up with me even when I’m obviously the black sheep of the group. And I better not see anyone arguing over this cause y’all know me by know. Nothing anyone of you says will make me think otherwise, I AM the one that comes and ruins shit. Thank you from the bottom and left and right and center and top of my heart for being one of the greatest, funniest bunch of people ever. And I’m sorry you guys got me as the 9th member. Yikessss, that must suck. But alas, I love all of you. You guys know I can’t pick favourites to save my life so I love all of you equally (maybe taylor a bit more… jkjk (taylor, ily))

@inwhichitrytowritesomething : My wife. My twin. Iconic. Truly iconic. A gem. Like seriously. First and foremost thank you for everything you are and you stand for and for putting up with me. Secondly I want you to know I’m very jealous of you. You’re like all the goals to me. ALL OF ‘EM. And I seriously feel like I’m talking to a celebrity or something when you give me a nano-second of your attention. I love you. Listen you do you, always, and fuck stupid boys that don’t appreciate you cause Lord knows you deserve all the nice things and if they won’t give them to you, boiBYEEEEE. I’m sorry that you stumbled into me one day and I stuck like a bug. <3


LET’S GET THIS PARTY STARTED!!!

#-B

@17-blackaf // @1989rosesxx // @1d-fanart // @1dffautumnficexchange // @23hry //  @a-butterfly-on-his-tummy // @a-moment-of-emotion // @aboutharrystyles // @alexindunkirk // @allthehazza // @alritepetal // @angelharrie // @apintforniall // @appreciatetommo // @aqua-harry // @articharold // @awharrys // @babystylesx-blog // @bbqchipsandhs // @beggingforfics // @blamethecupcake // @bribe-the-door // @britishtrashforstyles // @bubba-styles //

C-E

@canistay-haz // @canyouimagine1d // @causeitsweird // @cheshirepuddin // @chrissy22787 // @closeupharry // @cloudsofharry // @colorfulsuits // @cougar4haz // @cuddlemusclestyles // @cuddlyboyfriendstyles // @cupcakelirry // @dadshirtking // @daintysilverfox // @damnthosecurls // @dirtystyles // @domestic-harry // @domestic-styles // @eatmeinthehallway // @ex-harryslovelylocks // 

F-H

@fineartstyles // @four-teen-styles // @fvkstyles // @geenalovesthelittlethings // @giveyouthisgiveyouthat // @golden-butterfly16 // @goth-talk //  @gottabestyles // @greeneyesharry // @habibharry // @han-rawr //  @hardliquorhaz // @harktheharold // @haroldslovekitten // @harrehmadness // @harry-smiles // @harry-writings // @harryandmesohappily //  @harrybutterflies // @harrydrinkingbeer // @harryhaven // @harryimaginedstories // @harryispink // @harryisthebaneofmyexistence // @harrykinkstyles // @harrylookbook // @harrymemes // @harryongrimmy // @harrys-sweet-fingertips // @harrys-thick-thighs // @harrysalbums // @harrysaliengirlfriend // @harrysanchortat // @harrysart // @harrysbunshun // @harryschancla // @harryscute // @harrysdetails // @harrysflowerpetal // @harryshippudge // @harrysimpact // @harrysinamovie // @harryslittlepumpkin // @harrystuhls // @harrystyler // @harrystylesarchive // @harrystylesdaily // @harrystylesgotmefuckedup // @harrystylesinmyimagines // @harrystylesnews // @harrysvoice // @harryswinston // @harrzan // @hazstylestrash // @heart-attack-harry // @henristarrs // @herefortheharry // @hes-a-rainbow // @hes-happily // @heshopeful // @hestylesno // @hewrotemeasong // @heywriters // @honeymilkharry // @horansqueen // @hotharreh // @hotmessharry // @hrrystyles // 

I-K

@icanseeyourholo // @icantnamethisblog // @ifheartscouldfly // @inkedferns // @internationalharry // @irresistible-writing // @islareeveswriting // @itscutieharry // @jamescordenforpresident // @jawllines // @jawlllines // @jemmahj // @johnlennon-harrystyles // @julianbunetta // @kasiwrites // @kellyh-stylesx // @kindheartedharry // @kinglyharold // 

L-N

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Thank you guys for being there, wether we talked once or twice or every day or never, wether we were mutuals or not; just seeing you in my dash made some very down days a tonne better in an instant.


I truly, honestly, undoubtedly, without question, don’t deserve a single one of you or my followers and I never will. 

All the love, always.
Iv.

pet shop girl

Harry is lonely and meets a girl at a pet shop 

 I slowly pulled in and parked in the spot directly right in front of the shop. I turn off the ignition and pull the keys out of the socket and stuff them in my pocket. I reach for the door handle and pull it down to step out of the car. I stroll up and step on the side walk, reaching and ripping the door handle open. I hear the loud chimes as I opened the door all the way. I see an older woman feeding a few of the puppies some kibble, when she notices my presence she lifts her head up and look over towards my way.

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