“you thought that i would not weesh to marry him? or per’aps you hoped? what do i care how he looks? i am good-looking enough for both of us, i theenk! all these scars show is zat my husband is brave!”
Last night feels like some sort of incredible dream.
Solo Harry. Actor Harry. Endearing dance moves. Harry as Mick Jagger. The butterfly. Sign of the Times performed live with powerhouse vocals. Falsetto. The return of Stage Harry. Harry in pink. Harry in a dapper plaid suit. Smiling grinning dimpled Harry. Harry with adorable malfunctioning facial hair. A wonderful new song. HARMONIES. Guitars. Fiverings. Floppy hair. Rockstar vibes. Critics screaming their praises for Harry. Harry’s friends and family showing an outpouring of love and support. Watching the rest of the world fall in love with Harry.
woke up this morning and could hardly believe it. But it’s real. It
happened. It’s happening. It’s officially the era of Harry Styles.
PAIRING: Harry/Y/N RATING: R WORD COUNT: 2900+ REQUESTED: nope !
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When you arrived home after a long day of work and smelled
the roast, you knew Harry was up to something.
Either he wanted to talk over a very important decision with
you, or the tabloids were about to—if they hadn’t already—print a false or
prying story about you and he wanted to take your mind off it. However, you
still smiled as you slipped off your shoes and jacket.
It was the little things. That’s what no one told you about
marriage. Marriage wasn’t all about the Instagram posts praising each other, or
the mind-blowing sex, or the grand statements of affection. It was the foot
rubs after a long day, a roast in the oven as soon as you came home from work,
and the quick forehead kiss in the early morning when he woke before you. Those
little things kept the love alive.