stop making things harrie

Always|H.Styles Blurb

Originally posted by ohstylesno

#14: “You gotta stop doing that!” “What?” “Saying things that make me wanna kiss you!”

Harry and Y/N had a strange dynamic, but it worked and it was them. Neither complained about getting less, and it just worked. It was almost a mutual agreement that whatever they had would never cross the line, and they both knew, They knew their drink number and never pasted it when alone, been there done that, but sometimes Harry made it a tiny bit difficult and today was one of those days.

Y/N had just thrown herself onto his sofa as she finished telling him what was perhaps the most horrific date she’s ever gone on. Harry’s laugh had filled up his flat, as he walked to his kitchen turning to kettle on to make them both a cup of tea. He kept her favorite tea at hand when things like this happen, though he’d never admit, the awful taste was starting to grow on him and he more than once found himself buying more to the horrid flavor. But then again who’s even counting. Once the teas were ready and sweeten to perfection he walked out handing her a mug.

“I’m sure it wasn’t that bad..” He stated with a soft look as she sat up holding the mug close to her chest. The heat radiating off calming her swirling mind from the horrid events of the night.

“But it was Harry..” She whined as she throw one hand up in the air making him hide his smirk from behind his cup. He’d never say it aloud but at this moment she looked breathe taken. Her hair was slightly disheveled, and her eyes were wide.

“Babe, I’ve told ya..” He started about to say the words she hears everytime she comes back to his place after one of dates. “Dating sites, just aren’t your type..” He stated as she raised an eyebrow at his choice of words.

Type?” She chuckled as he rolled his eyes and a cheeky grin appeared on his face, causing her insides to turn to mush. This man before her was her best friend and she had no idea what she’d do without him in herself.

“You get what I mean love.” He mumbled before taken a sip and continuing his point of reason. “I just think you aren’t meant for that sorta thing. I feel like you deserve someone who’s willing to do so much more for you then possible. Someone who’d be so blown away by you at first site that they wouldn’t want you to leave them after a few short hours at some shitty bar, with cheap wine..” He stated as her cheeks flushed.

“You gotta stop doing that.”

“What?”

“Saying things that make me wanna kiss you…” She chuckled as he joined along and sent her a kiss.

“You know I’m right..” He winked as she nodded her head.

“Aren’t always?”

“Always.”

At breakfast in the Great Hall--
  • Hermione: Harry, could you pass the butter if you're done mentally undressing Malfoy?
  • Harry: *staring unblinkingly across the Hall*
  • Ron: *laughing weakly* Mentally... undressing... Er, mate?
  • Harry: Is it me or is Malfoy's hair extra shiny today?
  • Ron: What
  • Harry: He has good bone structure, doesn't he...That's a thing right, bone structure?
  • Ron: Hermione, make him stop
  • Harry: Oh shit, he's so pretty when he smiles
  • Ron: LOL okay brb gotta go throw up
Unforgettable birthday (Pt.2)

Word count: 2.055

Requested: Yes

Warnings: Guilt and worries


Harry hadn’t fully comprehended what had just happened but he had a feeling in the pit of his stomach that whatever took place some minutes ago was not good. And he was right. Nothing was right. You had stormed out of the house, crying and wishing Harry hadn’t accused you of cheating. It really hurt your feelings to know that the person you were so in love with could in anyway believe you were capable of such a horrendous thing.

You never thought this day could be so….sad. Heck, you never thought Harry would be the reason. But here you were, at the local park, bawling your eyes out and shivering from the cold. Images from the previous incidents were flashing in front of your eyes and you tried to make it stop. The most unbearable thing though, was that Harry’s words kept replaying in your mind. You wanted those voices to go away as soon as they came.

Harry, on the other side, tried to calm down and contact you but guilt was eating him alive. He knew what he had done. He knew how much he pained you tonight but the alcohol running in his veins wasn’t letting him see clearly. Just the thought of you with someone else was enough to cloud his mind. His mind was playing sick games on him and he was allowing it.

“Fuck!”, he screamed at one point, when he felt like everything was closing in on him and they were pulling him into a black tunnel . He needed to find a way-out. And you were the only one who could help him do so. So he exited the house and got out his phone. He needed to find you. He needed to explain. But most of all, he needed to restore your trust and love.

Six missed calls and one voicemail. You didn’t want to hear his voice just yet. He had already said enough that night. You were ready to turn off your device when another voicemail was delivered. You decided to listen to the voicemails only. Truth be told, you were a bit curious what he had to say.

Y/N, where are yeh? Yeh can’t get up and leave when we are havin’ a fight! We need to clear things out! And if yeh have no intention of doin’ so, well, I am sorry but yeh have to face meh one way or another! Call meh when yeh receive this”. He had some nerves! Your subconscious was screaming that he was intoxicated and that sober Harry would never treat you like this but another part of you was saying that he wasn’t that tipsy and he knew exactly what he was talking about.

Hoping the next message would help you understand, you pressed play.

Y/N, I know I messed up big time but I need to explain. At least, I need to know yeh will give me the chance to. I-I don’t kn- Fuck, I don’t know why I said all these things. I am an idiot. Where are yeh Y/N? We have to fix this. I have to fix this. Please.”

The tone of his voice was urging you to run to him and tell him that everything is okay. But you couldn’t. Your feet were carrying you to your mom’s house and there was no turning back. Maybe, this was a good lesson for him. He couldn’t go on and call you a cheater when he knew you only had eyes for him.

The number of missed calls had increased by the time you had made it to the house. One more voice mail was sent to you and then…silence. Harry wasn’t a quitter but maybe that was the furthest he could go. His voice was filling your dark room but the words he was spilling, had you crying for the second time that night.

So now yeh are ignorin’ meh? I said I am sorry fo’ what I said! Isn’t this enough? Yeh are the one bein’ stubborn now. Where are yeh? I need to know yeh are safe. I have been drivin’ fo’ two hours now and there is no sight of yeh. I even went to our park! Damn Y/N!”

Yes, maybe you were stubborn for not being the easy type. Maybe you were stubborn that you wouldn’t crawl back to him after a muttered “sorry”. But that was the way you were. This was an opportunity to make him see what he had by his side all this time. Everything you had built together was slowly crashing down. The idea of being in your mother’s house didn’t even cross his mind. And the funny thing was that you kept being worried for him since he was driving half sober- half drunk.

“Why Harry…You said you knew me”, you sighed to yourself before more salty tears made their way to your eyes. You hated crying and you hated you were so emotional. What you hated more though, was the addiction you had to Harry. His voicemails were still playing from your phone thus making it harder for you to concentrate and go to sleep. Even sleeping on your own bed felt wrong without Harry by your side.

“Y/N, love are you ok in there? Me and your father need to go to your grandma but we can’t leave before we make sure you will be ok by yourself”, your mom said to you through the wooden door.

“Yes, mom. I will be fine. I will be fine”, you said more to you than to her. She let you know that her phone would be available if you needed anything and just like that, you were all alone in your house. Your mind was drifting off to what Harry was doing at the moment. Was he thinking what you would be doing or was he sleeping not giving a care in the world? A glimpse of hope inside of you was wishing he was trying to think of places you could have gone to and he was getting ready to come get you.

Harry was frantic by now. He wanted nothing more than to know where you were off to. He couldn’t wait till next morning.

“Tomorrow will be late. I need to find yeh now Y/N. Tell meh where yeh are”, he pleaded, staring at his phone, waiting for a call or a single text message reading you were safe. But none came. With a sharp move, he descended the stairs, grabbed his car keys and got out, in search of his love. He went to your best friend’s place, your work and even your favourite coffee shop to find you, but when he spotted you nowhere, he started losing hope.

Then, just like a miracle, your parents’ house came to his mind. Without wasting a single minute, he got into his vehicle, and started driving towards it.

“Please, be there”, he whispered, only for him to hear and kept driving. The roads seemed too empty for him, and for the first time, he didn’t turn on the radio to let music relax him. He was so determined to find you that everything else felt meaningless to him. It was like the traffic lights were by his side too, since he never stopped at a red-light.

One hour later, he was standing on your porch with his heart in his hands. He brought his fist up to knock on the door three times, but none of them made an actual sound. He didn’t know what he was so afraid of. Rejection? Harshness? Or heartbreak? Whatever there was to come, he was willing to face it if it meant to see you. Taking one big breath, he knocked on your door and waited.

You were so distracted hearing Harry’s voicemails and reading his messages that you didn’t hear the bang on your door the first time. When his bangs became stronger, you were put out of you trance and turned your attention to your window. You needed to check it was him who was knocking and not someone else. When you saw his car in the parking lot, an absentminded smile made its way to your lips but it instantly fell when you knew what he came for.

You decided to listen to his explanation and let him say what he had to say. You wouldn’t feel guilty for not hearing him after all. When you made it to the door, you were sure your eyes were all red and puffy and that you didn’t want Harry to see you this way but that was what he was getting. Opening up, you saw Harry’s eyes staring right back at you. He released a breath he didn’t know was holding.  

“Thank God Y/N. How didn’t I think of this since the beginnin’?”, he said and he proceeded to hug you when your words stopped him.

“Yeah, how didn’t you?”, you said and Harry’s expression fell to the floor.

“Listen Y/N. I can talk from here perfectly too. All I wish fo’ yeh to do is just hear meh out ok?”, he started but you held you door wide open. It was freezing cold outside.

“I am all ears”, you said and he gulped. It was now or never.

“I am douche bag. When I saw yeh leavin’, somethin’ inside meh twisted. I don’t know how, I don’t know what but it did. And right then, I knew I had made a mistake. Of course yeh couldn’t cheat on meh but my mind was clouded. My stress from work came rushing to meh too and I don’t know. I snapped. I am not tryin’ to justify myself but I need yeh to know that I love yeh too much to let yeh go”.

Harry’s words made a few tears escape but your thumb wiped them away. You understood what Harry was telling you because you felt the same thing when you were leaving. But you couldn’t oversee the previous events. He still blamed you and you felt humiliated.

“Harry, I understand”, you said and you swore you saw Harry’s eyes light up.

“But you do know that what you said really hurt me. It felt like I lost your trust out of the blue. And the worst part is I still don’t know where it all came from”, you truthfully said and Harry held your hands tenderly.

“I am inexcusable fo’ what I implied but believe meh baby when I say that I am sorry. I deeply regret whatever my mouth spilled”, he said and he frowned when you freed you hands from his grip.

“Okay Harry. I get what you are telling me. But I can’t take you back just yet. We need to start new. If you are willing to let us relax for a bit, then you will show me you want this to work just as much as I do”, you said and Harry got up, shuffling his hair. You were asking for space and he knew it was coming. He just didn’t want to accept it.

“But I don’t see the reason this is necessary baby. Please don’t do this. Yeh know we can’t be apart”, he said kneeling in front of you.

“We won’t be apart Harry. We will make a new start. Believe me; it is for the best. Now if we are done, please go home. We will talk tomorrow. I promise”, you said getting up from the sofa, Harry following.

“But Y/-“, he started but you beat him to it.

“I promise”, you once again said and he nodded. Before he turned to your door, he turned to you.

“It doesn’t feel right to go like this”, he said and you felt puzzled for a moment before you felt his lips on your own. You both needed the reassurance that you would come out stronger after this and that your love was still here.

“Keep in mind that I love yeh. Please”, Harry said before walking out.

You closed the door behind you and went inside. You felt like there was a hole inside you now that Harry was gone but you knew it was for your relationship’s recovery. Nonetheless, one thing was for sure. This year, Harry’s birthday was indeed unforgettable.


This is it guys! Part two to “Unforgettable birthday” is here! It was so highly requested that I just couldn’t believe it!! Thank you so much for reading guys and I hope this part doesn’t make you cry (too). I hope you are all well and if you aren’t, remember everything will fall into place! (Says the one who cried while writing this). Anyways, I hope you truly enjoyed this! Have a nice day/night loves!

I mean, how can Star Wars even compete?

Me: OMG ‘Millennial Yellow’ is not a thing. Stop trying to make it happen.


Harry Styles: *wears yellow suit, yellow pants, yellow sweater, more yellow pants*


Me: So anyways Millennial Yellow is my favorite color

anonymous asked:

hey love! can you please write prompt number 14 from this weeks list with harry styles

Always|H.Styles Blurb

Originally posted by ohstylesno

#14: “You gotta stop doing that!” “What?” “Saying things that make me wanna kiss you!”

Harry and Y/N had a strange dynamic, but it worked and it was them. Neither complained about getting less, and it just worked. It was almost a mutual agreement that whatever they had would never cross the line, and they both knew, They knew their drink number and never pasted it when alone, been there done that, but sometimes Harry made it a tiny bit difficult and today was one of those days.

Y/N had just thrown herself onto his sofa as she finished telling him what was perhaps the most horrific date she’s ever gone on. Harry’s laugh had filled up his flat, as he walked to his kitchen turning to kettle on to make them both a cup of tea. He kept her favorite tea at hand when things like this happen, though he’d never admit, the awful taste was starting to grow on him and he more than once found himself buying more to the horrid flavor. But then again who’s even counting. Once the teas were ready and sweeten to perfection he walked out handing her a mug.

“I’m sure it wasn’t that bad..” He stated with a soft look as she sat up holding the mug close to her chest. The heat radiating off calming her swirling mind from the horrid events of the night.

“But it was Harry..” She whined as she throw one hand up in the air making him hide his smirk from behind his cup. He’d never say it aloud but at this moment she looked breathe taken. Her hair was slightly disheveled, and her eyes were wide.

“Babe, I’ve told ya..” He started about to say the words she hears everytime she comes back to his place after one of dates. “Dating sites, just aren’t your type..” He stated as she raised an eyebrow at his choice of words.

Type?” She chuckled as he rolled his eyes and a cheeky grin appeared on his face, causing her insides to turn to mush. This man before her was her best friend and she had no idea what she’d do without him in herself.

“You get what I mean love.” He mumbled before taken a sip and continuing his point of reason. “I just think you aren’t meant for that sorta thing. I feel like you deserve someone who’s willing to do so much more for you then possible. Someone who’d be so blown away by you at first site that they wouldn’t want you to leave them after a few short hours at some shitty bar, with cheap wine..” He stated as her cheeks flushed.

“You gotta stop doing that.”

“What?”

“Saying things that make me wanna kiss you…” She chuckled as he joined along and sent her a kiss.

“You know I’m right..” He winked as she nodded her head.

“Aren’t always?”

“Always.”

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ok but when are people going to finally realize that putting 16 year old harry with an overage louis is gross !!! stop it !!! there is no reason to put 16 year old harry with a 20 something year old louis. make everyone at least 18 please, you have underage followers !!! Dont romanticize the idea of large age gaps at that age. Literally i do not care why you are making anything as long as everyone is OF AGE 

A basilisk is hatched from a chicken egg, but can be killed by a rooster. Does that make basilisks the original inventors of Daddy issues? Harry’s first and only step should have been to acquire a rooster and take it down to the Chamber. Really, Harry, stop making things so difficult for yourself. McGonagall can definitely Transfigure something into a rooster for you.

Jack Whelan (John Simm)

                               in Intruders S01E01: She Was Provisional

Antis: ropes and anchors are just nautical things. They just like nautical things. It’s no big deal. stop making it a thing. It’s not a thing.

Harry: *likes a picture of a rope and anchor. Entwined together. On a pendant in a baby’s hand*

Me: *blogging from space*