there were so many different harry feels

Best Friends and Barely There Clothing

Helloooo lovies! So this is my first imagine on this blog, and I do hope you enjoy it! I will be posting lots of imagines and blurbs etc. regarding Harry, and most will contain smut! But I will of course have writings that are just pure fluff as well! Enjoy this one!

Warnings: Smut & Language

Word Count: 3k

“Don’ tell me you haven’t thought about it.”

“Having a baby with you?” You asked breathlessly, your eyes falling closed as Harry began to move your hips over his bulge, causing you to let out a quiet whimper as the fabric of his jeans rubbed through the thin lace material covering your clit.

“No love,” he let out a throaty laugh, his eyes moving down to where you two were currently grinding against one another, “Don’ know why I was thinkin’ of havin’ a baby, really… was mainly just thinking about sinking my cock inside of ya, pet.”

Your eyes snapped open as the words left his mouth as you pressed your clit down against him to gain even more friction as his words literally caused you to throb at the thought, “Harry…” you whimpered quietly, your fingers now gripping onto his tshirt tightly.

“Do you wan’ tha’?” His accent was thicker than you had ever heard before as you stared into his darkening eyes, and all you could do was nod your head and let out a breathy sigh of agreement along with it. Somewhere among your exchange of words, Harry’s hand had slipped into your panties and his finger was slowly moving around your clit, but not quite applying the pressure you were currently craving; he was going to make you beg for it.

OR the one where Harry really can’t stop thinking about the act of making babies with his best friend, and he’s tired of her slinking around his house wearing barely anything.

“Would ya ever have a baby with me?” The words slipped past his lips casually, his eyes trained on you as he brought the wine glass that was in his hands to a rest on the coffee table in front of you two.

“Excuse me?” You all but choked as the words registered, the wine that was gracefully slipping down your throat coming to an abrupt stop and getting stuck in your vocal pipes, causing you to cough for a few seconds as you worked it out. Your sea green eyes flicked up to his emerald ones, squinting as he watched you with amusement, a small smirk playing on his lips as he captured his bottom one between his thumb and forefinger.

Harry was your best friend. Harry had been your best friend for almost 6 years now, and you had been by his side almost every step of his career, cheering him on and encouraging him to take leaps he was too afraid of. But you were only best friends… why would a baby together ever cross his mind? You two may have shared one or two (or ten or twenty) drunken kisses on nights when you stumbled into one another’s flat, coats being haphazardly thrown to the floor and lips meeting in a sloppy goodnight as you both fell onto whomevers bed you had chosen for the night before passing out, but that was it.

“What? Not weird to think about having a baby with ya best friend, is it?” His smirk was only getting wider as you let out an exasperated breath, your eyes narrowing to slits as you decided to place your wine glass on the table next to his.

“S'just….” he continued, refusing to break eye contact, “What if m'not married by the time I’m 30. Ya know more than anyone I wanna have kids… so if m'not married and you’re not… would ya have a baby with me?”

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“That was amazing. I had a good time tonight. I’ll call you.” He tells you as he opens the door to let you out of his house. And that’s when you knew. That’s when you knew what he wanted from you was way different from what you wanted from him. He didn’t see you as girlfriend material, but just fuck friends. That’s what you too were. And no matter how many times you try and convince yourself that it isn’t that, the harder it will be.




 This is my first time writing a little bit of smut so hopefully it’s not horrible lol. Tell me if you want a part two!! 




Harry calls you multiple times a week. The words I need you or I want you always made you feel a fire inside your belly.

He called you, he wants to be with you, you think to yourself. But then there’s times when you second guess yourself. If he actually wanted to see you or just have his dick sucked off.

You knew deep down the real answer but you pushed that in the back of your mind as you walked towards his flat at 12:30pm. He called you when you were at home lying in bed watching friends. You were going to have a night in this Friday, but harry rang you when you were in the mist of a laughing attack after the scene that just played out on your tv.

Not looking at the caller ID you picked up your phone, “hello?”

“What are you doing right now?” Harry quickly said with no introduction.

“Hello to you too. I’m fine thanks for asking.” You say sarcastically as you stuff your face with popcorn.

“Can you come over?” He asks eagerly.

You roll your eyes to look at your clock beside your bed side table.

“Harry it’s 12am…”

“I know, I know. It’s just….” Harry stops, trails off, and sighs.

“I need you, I really fucking need you right now.” His voice becomes low and husky.

Your cheeks turn red at his statement, he’s said it so many times, but it still makes you blush. You try and cover your face only to realize no one was actually here.

There was a long silence before you said, “ I’ll be there in 15.” You start getting up to brush your teeth. You didn’t want Harry to taste kettle corn on your lips.

You can hear Harry sigh in relief. “Ok drive safe, love.”

“I will bye.” You hang up the phone and your superego mentally yells at you. You ignore it even though you know you shouldn’t.

You and Harry have been doing this for awhile now. You don’t even know what it’s called. I guess it’s friends with benefits but you hated that term. You guys were just casual friends. But you always felt as if there was something more…

You made it to Harry’s door, you rummage through your little bag to try and find the spare key harry gave to you, after this became a regular thing. But before you could get it you hear the door unlock, and harry grabs your wrists and brings you inside.

Before you had time to even greet him he had you pushed up against the door frame and connecting his lips to yours. You were shocked at first but quickly kissed him back. Harry’s hands were on your waists as he brought his lips down your neck leaving trails down your neck.

“Someone’s a bit eager?” You says in between breathes. Harry has already got you flustered, hot, and bothered and you just came in the door.

“What took you so long?” He’s now kissing your collar bone, as he places his hands up your hoodie. “You said 15 minutes, that was bloody 30 minutes.”

Your heart was racing. “ I’m sorry, you called me at a very inconvenient time. I was in my Pjs looking like a mess. I had to get cleaned up a bit.”

Harry shakes his head and you frowned. He makes his way up your neck to your ear and whispers. “You look good in anything, you know I don’t give a fuck.”

You smile into Harry’s kiss cause you knew that. Harry would always make an effort to tell you that you don’t need to dress up for things like this. But I guess you were compensating for wishing you could get all dressed up and go out to dinner with Harry or something like that.

You quickly threw that thought in the back of your head and locked it up, for now. You didn’t want to think about that right now.

Harry brought you up to his room, and lays you down. It was dark but the street lights seeping through his blinds was enough to get a good look at Harry. Everytime you saw him you couldn’t believe how beautiful he was. His green eyes scans over your body as you take your hoodie off and he smirks at his favorite bra that he likes on you. You come towards him and slowly kiss his neck as your hands slowly went to his waist band and you started touching his hard.

“Oh fuck Y/N” Harry groans. You push him on the bed and take his boxers off and he flung up. He watches you as you take it in your hand and lick the tip. Harry shutters.

“Tell me what you want Harry” you whisper as you rub his balls.

“I-I just su-ck me off. Please just-” before he could finish you took him in your mouth. You could feel the veins of his cocks rub against tongue and you pushed harder. Bobbing your head as you placed your hands on his thighs feeling them up and down.

Harry was trying to control himself he always does, but he can’t help taking your hair in between his fingers and pulling your head closer. But you loved it when he did that, you loved his dominant side.

“Oh my god. Y/N… babe yes yes.” Harry grunts as you can feel him quiever inside your mouth. “I’m so close, can I… in your..” you knew what he meant and you agreed like you always did. But he was always so sweet to ask first. And soon after I looked at him with his cock in my mouth, he came in your mouth and you swallowed it all.

Before you could even catch your breath Harry had you on the bed and pulling off your pants. “Now it’s my turn.” He tells you. He pulls down your panties and gently glides his fingers over your slit.

“Already so warm and wet for me.” He says while hovering over you and you couldn’t wait to have him inside you.

“What do you want, love?” He asks as he brings your bra off your shoulder exposing your bare chest.

“Just fuck me Harry, please.” You whine cause you know he was teasing you. He likes too see you beg.

Harry looks like he’s thinking for a second and then shakes his head. You sigh and was about to yell at him that he made you come all the way here at 12am-

You Moan as he bent down to place your plump nipples in his mouth. He licked in between your breasts and left you sweet kisses.

“You are very pretty.” He says between kissess and you blushed even more then you already are.

Suddenly you felt Harry’s warm fingers on your clit and you jolted. He placed two fingers there and started moving in circles while still kissing your chest. You were panting.

“Harry… oh my gosh.” You felt him slid in two fingers and you couldn’t help but move your hips deeper into Harry’s fingers.

“Faster Harry, c'mon.” You pleaded.

“I want you to fuck my fingers babe, you do it.” You almost wanted to scream but Harry liked watching you move your hips.

You started a movement as your hips were trying to get the right angel, and when you did you couldn’t stop. You arched your back and started bouncing.

Your boobs started banging against your chest as Harry watch you in awe riding his fingers.

“Harry, im clo-se” but you need more movement you needed harry to move his fucking fingers.

“No not yet.” Harry demands.

“Harry….I need more-” before you finished he pulled his fingers out and you gasped, but before you had time to yell at him. He slide his cock right inside of you and both of you let out a huge Moan.

“Fuck, your so tight. I love it.” Harry pants. You could see the sweet on his forehead as he thrusts into you. You both were uttering curse words and on cloud nine because sex together is always the best.

Harry leans down and places wet kisses down your body and you just wanted him closer, even more closer then this.

You wanted him, all of him.

Harry grabs yours legs and spreads them even wider as he places his thumb back into your clit and rubs it. Pleasure was coursing through your whole body now and you didn’t want it to end.

“Tell me how it feels Y/N, tell me.” He demands.

“So good harry!” He thrusts harder “oh my gosh so fucking good I love your cock it fits perfectly.” You tell him and he smirks as he watches how you react to him. How every body part wanted him, and he loved it. He loved doing this with you.

“I’m close” Harry tells you as he grabs your hips and pushes you harder. And you were too.

Harry leans over and kisses you like his life depended on it while he slammed inside you and that’s when you both came undone.

You were coming down from your high when Harry was still hovering over you. You were both just staring into each others eyes, and you would do anything to know what he was thinking.

But he leans and gives you a slow and passionate kiss. It wasn’t like the few you shared while you were getting off.

But this was sweeter and slow.

Then Harry tumbles to the side of you. The room was silent for a little with both of you still trying to catch your breath. No matter how many times you do it with Harry, your body is still exhausted every damn time.

“I’m sorry if I called too late.” Harry’s face fell as You looked over at the his clock behind him and saw that it was 1:47am.

“It’s alright, Harry. I wasn’t doing anything just watching Tv.” You reassure him. Even if you were busy you always had time for him, or you would make time. You couldn’t help but tuck the little strand of his curl behind his ear. Your hand was on the side of his cheek as you gently strocked it.

“I know but you have to drive back home at almost bloody 2am.” You quickly take your hand back from his cheek and frown.

“Wait what?”

Harry yawns “I said that you have to drive really late at night to get back home.”

Then it dawned on you.

He wanted you to go home.

He didn’t want you here.

He did just want you to suck his dick.

You’ve never been to his house this late before, so the option of spending the night was never an option. But you thought maybe tonight… wow you felt so stupid.

You quickly got up and turned your back to him and started to get dress, suddenly feeling weird naked around him.

“I mean you don’t have to leave right now, you can wait a half hour or something if your a little soar or something.” Harry tries pulling your wrist back to him but you snatched it away.

“No, I should go. Your right.” You slip your underwear and pants back on and throw on your hoodie. You could feel him staring at you, and you just wanted to leave. You shouldn’t of even came you told yourself. You grabbed your phone and without saying a word, went downstairs.

You could hear Harry’s footsteps following you as you put on your shoes and picked up the keys you dropped on the floor. The memory of tonight’s events still fresh in your mind. And even when he is kicking you out you still wanted to stay. You wanted to smack yourself.

“Y/N are you alright?” Harry turns you around before you could leave with an frown on his face. You mentally sighed. You shouldn’t blame Harry. He understands that this is a casual thing. I shouldn’t be mad if he didn’t want anything more then just this.

Rule number one of this arrangement, don’t catch feelings. He clearly hadn’t so that’s that.

You crack a fake smile “Yeah I’m good. Next time don’t call me too late!” You fake laugh trying to wash away the sadness.

He smiles and nods and it looks like he was about to say something. You were hoping for him to tell you to stay. That he wanted to lay with you and just hold you in his arms, because that’s what you wanted so badly.

But he didn’t. He just placed his hand on the sides of your face and kisses you. You didn’t want to feel those butterflies in your stomach but you did, and you knew you couldn’t help it.

“That was amazing. I had a good time tonight. I’ll call you.” He tells you as he opens the door to let you out of his house. And that’s when you knew. That’s when you knew what he wanted from you was way different from what you wanted from him.

He didn’t see you as girlfriend material, but just fuck friends. That’s what you too were. And no matter how many times you try and convince yourself that it isn’t that, the harder it will be.

So you leave knowing you would make it back. You liked Harry he was a good friend, you didn’t want to ruin whatever you had going on right now. So as you got in your car and started driving away. You decided to burry your feelings just a little deeper.

You wiped away the small tear that was falling down your cheek. He would just break your heart anyway. Forget your feelings.

This was for the best.

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Louis Tomlinson: Arctic Monkeys inspired my lyrics - BBC News
The pop star says his solo material has been influenced by the lyrics of Arctic Monkeys and Oasis.

Zayn Malik has carved a niche in pervy electropop; Harry Styles is prog rock’s new hope; Liam Payne’s plumped for aspirational R&B and lovely Niall Horan is doing lovely pop ballads.

So where does that leave Louis Tomlinson?

He was always the underappreciated one - a quiet, benign presence in the world’s biggest band.

Speaking to The Observer last month, the 25-year-old acknowledged he was seen by some as “forgettable, to a certain degree”.

What he contributed, though, was songwriting - receiving credits on more One Direction songs than any of his bandmates.

Appropriately for a former singer in a Green Day tribute act, he was the one who pushed the idea that a pop band could have guitar riffs.

He might not have been directly responsible for sampling The Who’s Baba O'Reilly in Best Song Ever, but it certainly fitted his vision for the band.

“Little things like that were really important to me,” he tells the BBC. “It was amazing that we were able to combine the two - absolute pop with guitar music.”

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I know I haven’t posted in forever so thank you for your patience! This was my first time writing Daddy!kink so it may be a little rusty lol. But, I hope you all enjoy it! -M x.


When Harry stares; he’s thinking about something that might bother him till no end.

It depends what he’s staring at, of course. Like if he’s staring at junk food and sweets, he’s usually debating if messing up his diet would be worth it, but the smell of the freshly baked cupcake smells too good. Or if he’s staring at the scene of a movie, and wondering if the girl basically running for her life would actually survive or not.

But when he’s staring at you, it’s when he usually wants something.

And that something could be anything. It’s could be a kiss on the lips or a cooked meal, but whatever it was, all he had to do was stare into your and you’d be so hypnotized to do whatever your love needs, and of course he’d always return the favor. For as long as you knew him; that’s how its always been. 

But this stare was different, it was so different.

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"I don't care that you killed him, kiss me!" For Tomarry please??

Fandom: Harry Potter

Pairing: Tomarry

Tags: Murder, Mentioned-Assault, Feels

Tom Riddle stared at the body that lay in a puddle of blood that only seemed to spread more and more across the white tile as the seconds passed by. He looked up, meeting Harry’s frantic gaze. Harry looked like hell, hair a mess and glasses broken beyond repair. His clothes were ripped in many places and Tom could feel his anger rising again.

“He was hurting you,” Tom said. “He wasn’t going to stop, Harry. I had to do something and it was as if everything just went red and then I cursed him with everything in me.”

He was trying to justify his actions to Harry. He didn’t care about killing, but Harry was different. Harry had morals and was kind and so very accepting of everything. He liked Tom and Tom didn’t want to lose Harry.

Harry’s mouth moved a few times, but nothing came out. Tom briefly wondered if he would have to Obliviate the other. But by doing so, he would be taking something from Harry without permission, and that would make him no better than Harry’s molester.

“Tom… Tom what were you doing here?”

“I- I knew he wasn’t decent. There was something off and I didn’t like him, so I followed you. He was hurting you,” Tom reiterated again, hoping Harry realised that he’d been in danger. “I couldn’t let it happen.”

Harry’s head was shaking back and forth, and the stabbing feeling of rejection hurt more than Tom thought it would.

Harry stepped forward though, arms raised a bit, hands still shaking from his ordeal. “I need a hug, Tom. I need you to hold me and tell me that everything is fine. Kiss me and tell me that it’s all fine.”

He blinked in astonishment. Not rejection? “But I- I kill-”

“I don’t care that you killed him, kiss me! Tell me that it’s over and that I’m going to be fine and that you’ll be here no matter what!”

It took maybe two seconds for Tom to comply, but with the urgency in Harry’s voice, he couldn’t keep his friend waiting. Not when Harry was so distressed. Not when Harry had asked something of him.

It was their first kiss, and it didn’t happen how Tom had imagined it would, but it was still nice. Nice to know that in the end, Harry was clinging to him instead of some arse who couldn’t appreciate everything about he had to offer. It was nice to know that Harry still accepted him despite watching him murder someone in cold blood. It was nice how warm he felt inside, which was something he’d never experienced before.

“Thank you, Tom.”

Disposal of the body could wait for the moment.

“Everything will be fine, Harry.”

anyways not to be dramatic but i remember being twelve when the sorcerer’s stone came out on dvd and i remember hating harry potter because i was a terrible reader and the kid that had a hard time pronouncing stuff in class and i couldn’t understand why so many kids were reading these books, anyways i watched the movie and i remember being in awe, i felt like i had left my grandparent’s bedroom for a moment and lived a different life entirely. when the dvd was over i hit play again and watched it immediately after just to feel that way again. after that i ended up getting the books and from those books i read other books and long story short i was no longer the kid embarrassed to read in class but instead became the kid no one could keep up with. what im saying is that sometimes things shape you and even though it’s fifteen years later i will always remember that moment

Magical Realism and Johnlock

Some of my favorite-ever fics from my favorite-ever genre.

I am not including Potterlock or His Dark Materials (really their own genres!), anything involving a very Dark or Murdery Sherlock or John, or Wingfic/Angels/Demons, and also I probably will not have a terrible lot of werewolves or vampires here because those are not really my thing.

Please remember to check the tags first before reading, especially for main character death which is featured in some of these (in an impermanent fashion).

Please remember that I am a human being with my own personal opinions and tastes and therefore stories that other people might find quintessential may not be featured here.

If there is a fic you love/fic you wrote that is not on the list for some reason, it’s not a personal slight.  It just means it wasn’t my thing or that I didn’t get around to reading it (or that I got very lazy at the end of making this list and just stopped reading and curating before I got to that one).

I will do my best to @ authors if I know their URLs.

All summaries are from AO3, none of them are written by me.

Bullet points by my special favorites.

Enjoy the magic and the sparkles. 🎇

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Harry Potter and the Cursed Child Recap: Part Two -- 25/05/17

Note: In case anyone’s interested, just this part alone is my longest ever recap. In total, both parts of this recap reach almost 21,000 words. I hope this is enough detail for you all! 

I’m not going to lie. After Wednesday night I felt really weird. Not unhappy, just odd. On Wednesday it felt like I was going to see Harry Potter and the Cursed Child, but then it was just so different on Wednesday night, and there were so many things that I was apprehensive about for Part Two, that I simply didn’t know what to expect yesterday.

It’s weird sitting in a familiar theatre, about to watch a play with a script you know back to front, and characters you know inside out, and feel that you have no idea what is about to happen, or what to expect. I was nervous, a little apprehensive, and desperately in need of a hug, which @aberorca kindly provided.

But then it began, and all my fears and worries were allayed. I feel so full of joy and excitement right now. That was really great, and some of the scenes are already my favourite versions of those scenes.

If this is what an ass kicking from John Tiffany does for people, then maybe we all need one of those in our lives. It seems to inspire great things.

I’m going to start by reassessing some of the characters, and giving some impression of the characters we only saw in Part Two. Then we’ll get down to the detail (of which I’m not sure how much there’ll be, because my brain spent most of the show screaming with euphoric relief).


David is quite literally everything you want in a Snape. He was quiet in a menacing way, full of suppressed emotion, with just the right touch of humour. I enjoyed everything about his performance.


James Phoon’s Craig might be the most adorable thing I’ve ever seen. He sounds terrifyingly similar to Jeremy in some scenes (which I don’t think is deliberate), and he was just pretty great.


Rupert looks so young as Cedric, but he still exudes the same heroic goodness that Milligan always did. He really blew me away in the few seconds he had. It was such a touching scene.


You think you’ve seen all there is to Annabel’s Delphi, but then she captures the boys and attains her full power, and she reaches maximum creep mode. This Delphi is Bellatrix all over: laughing hysterically at the boys’ pain, revelling in mayhem, actually licking her lips when she sees she’s causing fear, like she loves the taste of it. She’s brutal and awful and gross.


This Draco is impressive and powerful, but so broken and afraid. He does things and hates himself for them. He’s terrified of the possibility of sending himself, and more importantly his son, back to Voldemort’s world. His grief seems to ache. He’s become such a good man. And as well as the weight of the serious moments, he’s incredibly funny too.


Sweet, funny, full of pain just like his father, but somehow still in love the world around him. He absolutely adores his dad, and he loves his best friend. He wouldn’t hurt a fly and he’s disgusted by the idea that any version of himself could cause pain.


Harry is so open to Albus, so warm towards him, so intent to listen. When he’s told to ‘be honest to those you love, show them your pain’ he really takes it to heart. He’s heartbroken with guilt over the people who’ve died on his behalf. I loved the tone that Jamie brought to him in this act.


I’m going to be honest, I’m still not entirely sure who Albus is, but in a really exciting way. In Part Two there were flashes of a genuinely funny, awkward, ridiculous Albus. An Albus who desperately cares about the people around him. An Albus who adores his best friend and his father. An Albus who could be so many things. Losing the establishing half of Albus’s character makes it difficult to assess, but I’m so excited by the possibility of Theo’s Albus, and I’m jealous of anyone who gets to see him do a really good Part One in the next month, cause I think that’s where you’ll find the heart of him.

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Thank you to everyone for your messages/likes/reblogs/and for reading (even if you hated it!). This is a tough situation to navigate, and there’s no really IDEAL way to handle it (and if there is, they’re probably not taking it) but they’re doing the best that they can. Let’s see what they agree upon this time, yeah? x. 

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“A’right,” Harry said at last. “That’s enough with yeh.” He picks his son up and hoists him under his arm. “Bedtime for yeh, yeh little chatterbox.”

“No!” your son protests and you smirk, pleased to see that he gives Harry as much of a hard time as he does you.

“Yes,” Harry says firmly. “Been up too long already, haven’t yeh?” He shoots a look back at you. “Don’ clean up.”

“You can’t stop me,” you say idly and he looks conflicted because he knows you’re right.

“Don’ do it,” he repeats and all you do is smirk as he walks away with your son in tow.

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It’s not a good bye forever

18 years old (2012)

Picture is not mine! Hope you enjoy and like this one! Feedback is appreciated!

“I can’t believe that you move out.” Harry mumbled, his arms crossed while he was leaning against the door of your soon to be old bedroom. His face showed a hint of defeat and disappointment. He didn’t want you to leave him. You were best friends since he could remember and lived right next to each other for many years. You shared lots of memories and experienced lots of adventures when you were younger. A deep bond and connection was shared between you guys. You and Harry were like two puzzles. Never complete if the other one was not there.

When you told him that you would move out because your father’s workplace was transferred to another city far away from him, Harry’s whole world crumbled down in front of his eyes. He needed to hold himself back to not falling down on his knees and crying his eyes out. He knew he was going to lose a piece of his heart, an important member of his life and it destroyed him inwardly.

On the outside, he tried to cover his deep sadness. But on the inside, his heart was burning terribly.

“I’m sorry, sweet cheeks.” You sighed, stowing the last bits of your clothes into your suit case. Harry’s mesmerizing green eyes followed your movements for remembering the last moments he would ever see you in front of him. What would he do when you were away? How could he continue living his life, if the most important part would not be there with him anymore?

“Do you really have to go?” He asked with a shaky voice. “It’s just one year left for your graduation and you could live with us. I can ask my mum and I’m definitely sure she wouldn’t have anything against the idea. You could use Gemma’s old room and besides there would be no need for new adjustments. Everything would be same with the exception that we’re living under the same roof.”

As much as alluring his offer sounded in your ears, you knew that his imaginations were too impossible to become reality. Even though your parents were best friends and trusted their own lives to each other, you knew that they wouldn’t give permission to live with the Styles family. Your place belonged with your parents.

“Please (Y/N),” Harry begged, tears were brimming his eyes now. “Don’t go. Don’t leave me alone. I don’t know what to do without you.”

You turned around, your legs carrying you towards the broken hearted boy. A few tears escaped his eyes and your heart ached to the sight. You could never bear to see him in a state like this. Stroking his cheeks gently, your thumps caught his tears and wiped them away.

“I wished things were different, Harry.” You tried to soothe him. “I don’t want to lose you either. You mean so much to me, sweet cheeks.” A sad smile crept its way on your lips. At the same time you fought against your own tears. Saying goodbye felt never so wrong and so hard.

“You gave me the best time I ever had, love, and I can never thank you enough for that. I owe you a lot. There are so many things I want to tell you but it just feels so wrong because I don’t want this. I don’t want to leave but I have no other choice.”

A heavy sob escaped his mouth and you wrapped our arms around him, pulling him against your chest. He nestled his face in the crook of your neck and you felt his tears wetting your soft skin. Running your fingers through his messy curls, you tried to calm him down. Harry held on to you like his life was dependent on his best friend.

“I hate this.” Harry choked. “I hate that they make you leave. Taking you away from me. It’s not fair!”

“Shh… Don’t cry sweet heart.” You let your hand wander up and down his back. “It may be a good bye for now but it isn’t a good bye forever. We’ll see each other again. I promise. I can visit you on school breaks or you can come over to me. We can Skype everyday if you’d like even though it wouldn’t be same like now, or we can text or calling each other. We will keep in touch, Harry, that’s for sure. Don’t worry that I’ll forget you once I’m there because I never could. You are unforgettable. I could never give up on you.”

Pecking his forehead tenderly, you pushed him closer to you, trying to savor the moment that you were holding each other into a tight embrace.

“Promise I will see you again.” He sniffled, looking pleadingly into your eyes. He needed to know it so badly.

“I promise, sweet cheeks. We’ll definitely see each other again.” You smiled at him.

And with this promise, you held each other another while until it was time for you go. Harry felt better, now that he knew that he would keep seeing you and that nothing could tear the two of you apart.

The inseparable team. Best friends and soul mates.

(Y/N) and Harry.

anonymous asked:

"the gp and many people act like now that he is not a boyband harry styles he’s suddenly worthy of their attention" preach 🙌🏼

it’s so frustrating because people act like now that he is not in a boyband he’s suddenly Better, his music is something more just because he’s not in a boyband, just because boybands’ marketing generally tries to appeal to teenage girls and builds their success on them while the gp, media and even some artists and industry belittle them and dismiss boyband’s music and success because of the demographic they are meant to appeal to. of course harry now has totally different music and of course it shows how terribly held back they were in the band, but 1d’s music is amazing, they worked their asses off and harry has always been an incredibly humble and kind and special human being, wonderfully talented artist and musician and a person who was worth paying attention to as he inspires so many people to be themselves, breakes gender norms, makes people feel loved and appreciated and supported, he is very respectful and being in a boyband and under management that just build a womanizer image around him and held him back didn’t change that 

anonymous asked:

Harry and Draco + small tokens of affection (like brushing their fingers together during Potions "by accident")

shit yeah i love this

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After the war, many professors at Hogwarts were all about inter-house unity. Professor Slughorn was one of them, and because of this, he made sure that everyone in his potions class was paired with someone from a different house.

Harry wasn’t surprised that he ended up with Draco Malfoy. In fact, he was expecting it. Things always seemed to work out that way for him.

However, Harry soon found out that Draco wasn’t so bad. They didn’t talk very much, Draco didn’t talk very much to anyone anymore, but they were comfortable in each other’s company. Sometimes it was just…nice to sit in silence together. They didn’t need to talk.

Other students didn’t feel the same way as Harry, though. Draco faced constant harassment from many of his classmates.

That day, some of their classmates took it upon themselves to write insults varying from ‘death eater’ to much more terrible things on pieces of paper, crumple them up, and throw them at Draco, who was sat at the front of the room with Harry.

After Harry had read several of the notes when Draco opened them up, he finally turned around to face everyone else in the class.

“Will you all knock it off? He hasn’t done anything to you, so leave him the fuck alone. You think you’re so much better than him because of the side of the war you were on, but you’re all proving yourselves to be pretty awful.”

With one last sharp glare to everyone, Harry turned back around. Slughorn walked in a few moments later, and everyone acted as if nothing had happened.

Slughorn then assigned them a potion for the day, and everyone got to work.

Draco watched Harry out of the corner of his eye.

When he saw Harry reach for an item, he “accidentally” reached for the same one, lightly brushing their fingers together. As soon as their fingers touched, Draco quickly pulled his hand away, internally scolding himself for how stupid that was of him.

Harry glanced at Draco, who now refused to look at him, and saw that his pale skin was now blushing bright red.

Even though Draco couldn’t see him, Harry gave him a small smile. He knew that that was Draco’s way of saying thank you for not being like them.

Harry reached across Draco to grab a knife, making their arms gently rub against each other’s to tell him of course.

He chuckled to himself as he watched Draco’s cheeks turn an even brighter shade of red, which he previously believed to be impossible.

“Draco,” Harry whispered, very close to his ear, making the hairs on the back of Draco’s neck stand up. “You can look at me, you know.”

Draco rolled his eyes and turned to face Harry.

“Of course I can look at you, Potter. Now get back to the potion.”

Harry just smirked and did as Draco asked.

As they continued to work, Harry noticed Draco slowly getting closer and closer  to him, and he only stopped when their sides were touching.

Harry smiled to himself.

It wasn’t long until they finished their potion and were instructed to clean up. Soon all that was left was to put their cauldron away.

“I got it,” Harry told him and grabbed it to put it in its designated spot.

When he walked back over to their table, he had to slide past Draco, and without really thinking about it, he put his hand on the small of Draco’s back as he passed.

“Excuse me, love,” he murmured, not meaning to add the nickname at the end.

Draco quickly whipped around to look at him, cheeks once again tinted pink, and eyes wide.

“I-I mean-”

Draco just smiled and shook his head.

“Meet me after dinner at the Black Lake,” Draco said quietly.

Harry grinned at him and nodded.

“I’ll see you there.”

anonymous asked:

Can you write something with Harry based off of the song Love On The Brain by Rihanna?

The phone rang.  I knew it was going to.  I kept hoping it wouldn’t.  But this is how things usually went.  Date was made, plans were set and an hour before it was supposed to go down, he’d call and cancel.  I should have expected it by now.

But I didn’t.  I always got my hopes up, I always thought that this would be it.  This would be the time when he’d realize we were meant to be.  When he’d finally see how much I loved him, how much I needed him.  How much I could do to make things better if he’d just let me try.

But he kept me at an arm’s length, just close enough to have fallen hopelessly in love with him but far enough to know that would never mean anything to him.

And I was tired.  So damn tired.  I deserved better.  I deserved a man who rushed home to be with me, not one who called me at 3 am after he’d been unable to fall asleep.  Not one who could connect with me when the lights were off but couldn’t even look me in the eyes during the light of day.  Not one who couldn’t give me what I needed.

So this was it.  I was going to let him go.  Finally.

I picked up the phone without even looking at the screen to make sure it was him,

“You’re cancelling aren’t you?”

“Baby!?”  He yelled into the phone.

And I knew.  He was at a club, I could tell by the thumping bass in the background and the loud music he was trying to shout over.

I didn’t care.  I’d had enough.

“You’re cancelling aren’t you, Harry?”

“It’s not my fault, Love.  I got dragged here-”

“I don’t wanna hear it, Harry!”  I yelled back.  I didn’t even know if he could hear me, which made it kind of better being that I was about to tell him we were through, “It’s New Years Eve…and you promised.”  

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anonymous asked:

I've been a fan of Harry's for years, but i feel like I know next to nothing about him. He becomes increasingly more closed off each year. It's really hard to connect with him. I feel myself becoming disinterested in him when i felt like his solo career would be more captivating and would draw me to him more. The non-answers, and deflecting, and the sameness of his interview answers don't help. I feel like I'm becoming a super casual fan or non-fan, and that sucks. :(

I’m sorry you feel like this, anon. Harry is a private person, but I assume it’s the public version of him you miss a connection to. Personally I feel like we’ve gotten to know more of him as a person through his solo career with the snippets of insight to his personality we receive. It could be that you simply don’t connect to Harry’s personality, that maybe he seemed different to you as this mystery you could draw yourself on a blank canvas?

Ask yourself why you’re a fan of his, how that came about, and most importantly, do you like his solo material? Cos Harry is obviously serious about the music and him as a musician. With One Direction it was different. They did
many more interviews and were asked invasive questions where fans got insight beyond what was normal. They were constantly promoting the band every second every day. It was crazy. People knew everything about them, something Harry has expressed he didn’t like so he actually went as far as to claw back his privacy.

I understand if you feel this way, but 1D’s level of “up close and personal” was not and is not normal. You said you’ve been a fan of his for years so I assume you’re used to the way things were in 1D, and now things are obviously different. I don’t think it’s a bad thing, but I get it if you do.

My tip for you is to really listen to his songs. Not just once or twice, but pick it apart and put it back together. Listen to what he has to say and what he tells you through his lyrics! He’s extending a hand to you, offering you a very comfortable spot in his personal space for 45 minutes. You never got this close to him ever before. x

anonymous asked:

Reader X Harry: Setting: Writers choice. Reader is a female assistant for his solo tour. Their personalities clash since she accidentally pushed him backstage. She's closed off and anxious. He mocks her at times. Once Harry performs his final show of the tour, he realises she's missing from backstage. Angry/worried, he frantically chases her down, finds her outside, she's having an anxiety attack and he consoles her, pleading with her to be honest with him, admitting his feelings for her

You always downplayed it when people found out you were the assistant tour manager for the one and only Harry Styles. It wasn’t that you didn’t think it was a big deal, too, you just knew that if you made it seem as big a deal as it was that Harry would seem even more intimidating to you than he already was.
And it’s not that you didn’t like Harry; you’d never known anyone who’d met Harry and didn’t like him. It was just that he and you were very different, for obvious reasons - you were a newly graduated university student, shy and just trying to get by, unnoticed, as you were surrounded by the craziness that was your job. And Harry, well, he was born for the stardom, to perform in front of thousands and to work the stage and captivate the audience and to bring joy to people. He was a true star if you’d ever seen one. And he really was a nice guy, but he intimidated you and his attempts at joking around with you sometimes came off as slightly insulting. Not that he was saying anything bad or even trying to do anything like that, but you sometimes felt like you were this pathetic individual who Harry the popstar felt bad for and used just to get a kick out of.

But that wasn’t the case at all. Harry, although in his mid-twenties now and having been forced to grow up a long time ago, causing him to be more mature than many his age in some ways, still acted like a schoolboy when he had a crush. And it wasn’t often that he did. But you were different. And he just wanted to talk to you and get to know you better but all that ever came out of his mouth were jokes and sarcasm that he hoped you didn’t take seriously. He was just nervous around you, you intimidated him, and it wasn’t often that Harry came across someone who made him feel that way. And he loved that about you - your presence and how you seemed so sure of yourself. And he had watched you from afar, sometimes not so afar, this whole tour, knowing he had to make his move soon since the tour was almost over now. 

In some ways, though, Harry knew you and him weren’t exactly in-sync. It was only a few shows into the tour when everyone was rushing around backstage before the show, and you had ran into him, accidentally. You were often clumsy, but for some reason Harry felt like maybe it wasn’t so accidental that time, like you were already getting fed up with him. And he thought maybe you assumed he was an arrogant celebrity, like so many are, and that you didn’t really want to be working on his tour, but you needed the job. And that was something that Harry hated to think.

He couldn’t have been more wrong, though. Because you were entranced by Harry, if you were being honest. You wanted to be different, and act like it was totally casual that you were around this talented, attractive, hugely successful celebrity all the time. You didn’t want to be the pathetic girl with a crush on a guy who saw you as nothing more than a source of entertainment to joke about. But, unfortunately, that wasn’t the case, you finally admitted to yourself as you paced backstage before Harry’s final show of the tour.

And you hadn’t even realized how much you didn’t want to let go of these days of having Harry joke with you and waiting for him to come backstage at the end of the show. Even if you felt like maybe he was just using you to entertain himself, to make fun of you, you couldn’t deny the attraction that you had for him. And now it was all going to be over. 

You noticed Harry glance at you and smirk before walking out onto the stage in front of the huge crowd for the final time this tour. And it suddenly hit you, how much you didn’t want to lose whatever you had with him. It was all a bit too much, and you started to become extremely anxious.

Harry returned backstage after his final song of the last concert of the tour, laughing and bouncing up and down, hyped up from the adrenaline rushing through him. Of course he was sad it was all over now, but he couldn’t help the rush that he got after every performance, and he loved it. 

As he was giving sweaty hugs to his team and family backstage, he immediately noticed that you were missing. This must have been the first show that he didn’t see you immediately after finishing and returning backstage.
Seriously? He thought. The last fucking show and she’s not even here?

“Hey have any of you seen Y/N?” He asked to no one in particular, hoping someone could tell him something.

“Last I saw she was heading outside through the door over there,” someone pointed.

It was a mix of worry and anger that drove Harry to immediately rush towards the door and head outside. Angry that you didn’t even pretend to care enough that he had just finished this huge world tour, but even more worried that something happened, that you weren’t okay. Shit, he thought as he realized just how important you were to him. 

His heart skipped a beat when he finally found you outside, leaning against the building with your head down, trying to suppress panicked sobs.

“Whoa, what’s going on? Are you alright?” Harry asked worriedly, knowing damn well you weren’t alright but, as you usual, struggling with what to say to you.

“Fine, just - leave - please,” you managed to stutter, not wanting him to see you like this.

But Harry knew enough by the way you had one hand on your chest as you struggled to breathe evenly, tears streaming down your face, that you must have been having some kind of anxiety attack. So he did the only thing he knew to do. He walked closer to you, turned you towards him and pulled you to his chest, wrapping his tattooed arms around you as you sobbed into him.

“Shh, it’s okay, just try to breathe please. Just listen to me breathe, breathe with me,” he told you in hushed tones, concerned that you were going to pass out.

“In and out, it’s okay, just breathe with me,” he repeated when you seemed to ignore him. 

After a few minutes, you’d finally calmed down enough to get sufficient air into and out of your lungs. You pulled back from Harry, embarrassed and wiping at your teary eyes. 

“Hey, you better now?” Harry asked you, cautiously. The worry was evident on his face, which hadn’t gone unnoticed by you.

“I’m really sorry, yeah. Just get too anxious sometimes, I don’t know. I’m fine though, you can go back in now,” you told him, eyes fixed on his neck as you didn’t want to meet his eyes.

“No tha’s alright, wanna make sure you’re okay and stuff.” You were surprised at how much he actually seemed to care and even more surprised by how much it meant to you that he did.

“Can I ask you what brought this on?” Harry asked, referring to your embarrassing freak-out. And you didn’t want to tell him, but also this was the last show. This was it. But before you could muster up the confidence to sputter out that it was because of him, he blurt out what he’d wanted to say to you for so long now.

“I actually, erm, I want to say I’m sorry if I ever offended you with the jokes and everything. I really just like talking to you and I just needed an excuse to talk to you and for some reason that’s all I could think of. And I like you, Y/N, a lot. But I just feel like you’re so closed-off and you keep to yourself, which is one of the things I love about you, but I just need to know what you’re thinking. Please,” he pleaded with you, your eyes wide in shock. You had no idea he thought of you as anything more than a pathetic assistant, not worthy of someone of his status.

“I, um. Wow okay. I just, you’re Harry Styles. I mean obviously you know that but it’s like I feel like why would you want to talk to someone like me, you know? I’m just me, and you’re you and you intimidate me very much if I’m being honest, Harry, and -” you were cut off when Harry’s lips were suddenly pressed to yours, his hands in your hair and your arms instinctively wrapping around his neck. How is this happening? you thought to yourself, but also so happy it was.

Harry finally pulled away after a few seconds. He cleared his throat, a small smile starting to spread on his face as he looked at you to gauge your reaction.

He must have been satisfied with it because he went ahead and just blurted out: “Will you go on a date with me, Y/F/N Y/L/N?” 

You stared at him, mouth slightly open and eyebrows raised. What the hell?

“If you stop being such an ass to me, then yeah. I will,” you laughed softly as Harry joined in your laughter, and you couldn’t believe you’d actually just said that. To Harry Styles.

“Deal,” he agreed.

And it definitely wasn’t the anxiety that was making it hard to breathe now.


I couldn’t help but add some fluff in there :D hope you enjoyed!

“Home remedies” - h.s. Part 7

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6



“Life, if anything, is nothing more than a series of moments captured frame for frame as our eyes take in those around us and impact us monumentally,” Harry said, attempting to not sound like he was reading from a card but you knew he totally hadn’t memorized the whole speech completely. You couldn’t help but smirk as you leaned back in your seat and just let it happen.

He’d been keeping the speech a secret from you for weeks. You knew he was presenting and you’d come to terms with that, but you had been nervous for whatever flowery declaration of love he may attempt to pepper into the whole thing. But he was doing a pretty good job, and so far you weren’t as embarrassed as you thought you’d be. 

“That’s why photography is so important though, right?” Harry continued, “Because we have so many moments during the day that cause so many different emotions, that we oftentimes look over the most important ones. I know, that with two kids, the little moments can sometimes go unnoticed. But that’s what photography does for us - it allows us to ponder and remember on those little moments that may have passed up by, that make us feel something we didn’t know we possessed, and to help us give thanks for the moments we’ve cherished with others.”

Okay, so maybe now you were crying a little bit, but you weren’t going to let the small tears show as you continued to slouch slightly in your chair, your arms crossed lazily over your stomach as you attempted to act as cool as a cucumber. 

Internally though, you were freaking out.

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I’m not very good at fashion, but there were a few TV opportunities. But unless you are someone like Harry - who is immensely talented in so many different areas - I think it’s really important to stay in your lane and do what you do well. Having said that, the idea of acting sounds quite exciting to me. The idea of playing the ultimate rough chavvy - it’s like me being everyone I always wanted to be in Doncaster. But I’d rather get the music 100% right, rather than 90% right while trying to dip my toe in something else.!
—  to BBC on the opportunites he’s been offered post 1D

So I never really seen anyone ask this question before and honestly I’d really like to know what people think.
Okay, so if Larry and or Camren were to break up and I mean it’s actually over. Which ship would you feel would hurt the most? Like which one could you definitely not be able to handle it being completely over… And my answer to that question is honestly Camren and the reason why is that I never shipped a couple so hard since Larry and I never thought I could do it even harder. And now that I see how love can make people feel so many different things it’s just incredible to see. I feel Camren has touched my heart in a way that I can’t explain. And Larry has too but Camren is different. It’s like even though Larry may have more evidence with the tattoos and sexual moments on stage and Harry staring at Louis. To me when I see Camila and Lauren it’s like a love story that goes through heart break and trauma. Its toxic and that’s why I love it more. It’s a beautiful love story that if it were to end it would hurt like hell. They’ve touched so many lives