Kiwi: Part Eight

A series based in Jamaica during the writing/recording of Harry’s new album.

A/N: Sorry for the delay, but my computer’s finally back up and running and I’m back to writing! Kiwi is far from over. Please enjoy. xx

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Calliope had always been a light sleeper.

Growing up in a house filled with boys, she needed to be. She couldn’t count how many times they’d attempted to draw on her face or spray whipped cream on her hair while she was sleeping. Eventually she got so used to it that she’d wake up every time her door creaked open even the slightest bit.

Ever since she got to the island, she’d been sleeping a lot better - maybe it was the constant sound of the waves lulling her into dreamland, or maybe it was the fact that her life felt completely removed from reality.

For the next few weeks, Cal and Harry spent every minute together that they could.

It started when Harry began visiting her and staying at the bar during the majority of her shifts. She would be hustling and serving customers and he would be sitting on her side of the bar quietly, hunched over his notebook as he scribbled song lyrics or a line of poetry that was stuck in his head. Every so often when there was a lull in customers she would walk over and wrap her arms around his shoulders, pressing kisses to the back of his head.

“How can you focus when this music is so loud?” She’d ask, her lips at his ear sending tickles down his spine.

“S’not too bad,” he chuckled, turning his head so that he could steal a kiss from her lips. It still took her aback sometimes how Harry kissed her frequently and this was just a thing that they did now, but she was always pleasantly surprised by it.

It continued when she found herself going to Harry’s place whenever she had the day off.

“Love? What’re yeh doing here?” Harry grinned when he opened the front door to reveal Calliope, the light in his eyes beaming with joy that made her heart almost hurt. “Yeh don’t have to knock.”

“I have the day off and was wondering if I could spend the day,” she explained, grinning at his happiness. He wordlessly grabbed her hand and pulled her into the house, his hair sticking up in every direction as his cheeks ached with his grin.

“C’mon, you can meet the boys!”

When she was with Harry, she slept more soundly than she ever had before. Whether it was him who walked back to her cabin with her and crashed in her place, or whether she fell asleep on his luxurious mattress while he was in a late-night recording session, she slept sounder than ever.

They had fallen into a routine.

And routines were dangerous.

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Whistling wolves ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ Whistling love ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆

A little animation I made while my friends where able to talk about the LGBTQ+ community with children from to a special day, to explain them many things about it. I support this all and my friends were happy I could join to animate a little thing for this event ^^

The kids loved it, parents as well, it was amazing!!

Love is everywhere, this is important! 

Song, Twisted nerve, remixed

harry styles track by track aesthetic.
  • meet me in the hallway: wandering the streets at two am on a thursday morning. rain hitting against the windows. half remembered dreams. laying in bed with your headphones on.
  • sign of the times: the last warm day of the year. too hot coffee. sitting outside of a party listening to the muffled music playing coming through the door.
  • carolina: the hottest day of the year. dive bars. the feeling of being in the middle of a crowd at a concert with everyone singing along. a cold beer.
  • two ghosts: growing up. sitting on the roof of your house and crying. pretending to not notice an ex when you walk by them on the street. missing someone.
  • sweet creature: driving with the windows down on the first day of summer. seeing your loved ones for the first time in a long time. iced tea. petting your dog.
  • only angel: the build up right before you kiss someone you're into. walking down a city street. that sweet spot when you're drinking and you feel like you can fly.
  • kiwi: heartbeat going a little too fast. being on a roller coaster right before the drop. going to a twenty-four hour diner with your friends and laughing too loud.
  • ever since new york: watching the sunset. saying goodbye. the moment in between being asleep and being wide awake after a good night's sleep. sitting in your friend's backyard staring at the stars.
  • woman: ducks.
  • from the dining table: sitting on the floor with your knees against your chest. staring at your cell phone and waiting for a text. the day you realize all the holiday lights have been taken down. realizing that this chapter in your life is over.

My brother and I were singing along to ’ ‘Kiwi’ and my brother goes “Kiwi stands for ‘Kendall I Wasn’t Interested’ ” and I swear that’s one of the truest things I’ve ever heard my brother say