yall remember those toothbrushes that played like one direction and the jonas brothers?? they should bring that back but with like,,, their new stuff. imagine brushing your teeth to sign of the times. iconic.
Summary: Harry falls in love with the pretty nurse that takes care of him during the war.
Warnings: none my bbys :*
Authors Note: oh my god, the response i got from flower boy was insaaane y’all made me cry happy tears for dAYS LMFAO, but honestly thank you so muchhh, and im so sorry i’m been mf gONE i’ve had this and three more drafts in the works and i never got around to finishing them heheh, anyways enjoy!! and if you’ve sent me a request don’t worry i’m also working on that rn and thanks for sending it in! love u! <3
Word Count: 1,998
You had never met anyone like Harry.
“Patient 113! Patient 113!”
Nurses scurried around the small hospital, hundreds of men injured as you hurried your way to the front desk.
“I’ll take him,” You said quickly. “Bring the other ones in.”
You carefully sat him down and wheeled him across the hectic large room and to an open spot.
The side of his face was bloody, and he remained unconscious as doctors lifted his limp body onto the bed. You quickly grabbed gauzes and disinfectants, ridding of the dirt, sweat, and dried up blood off of his face.
“Patients name?” The doctor asked.
You pulled the dog tag from under his uniform and said, “Harry Styles.”
The doctor pressed a stethoscope to his heart and listened, “We have a pulse.”
He then wiped his forehead in exhaustion. “From the looks of it, he took a blow to the head and fell unconscious, but he’ll be fine.” He then hung the tool around his neck. “He’s all yours now y/n, just clean him up and call me when he wakes.”
Then, you hadn’t thought anything of him. Just another patient you anxiously wanted to save because unfortunately the one before, couldn’t be.
But when Harry awoke, his dazed eyes drifted around the room, and once he regained his senses and actually looked at you, he didn’t hesitate to say that you were the most beautiful little thing he had ever seen.
This, of course, made you roll your eyes and blame it on the antibiotics, but he stood by his word and would even go as far as to request for you if a different nurse came to tend to him.
You had grown to love his unruly hair and sense of humor, but most of all, were his eyes. They reminded you of the trees your grandmother used to grow around her small cabin in the middle of no where, and from time to time would pick a sparkling emerald leaf to place gently in your small palm for good luck.
Now every leaf she had ever given you was stowed away in an old jewelry box inside your attic, brittle and brown. But each time you looked into Harry’s eyes, it was as if your childhood never left, as if the leaves never dried out, and as if your grandmother never died.
You spent a great deal of time taking care of him, and as soon as he recovered he took you out on a date by the river; picking small daisies to card gently behind your ear. It was sweet, his cute dimples evident as he smiled at you. The air was fresh and calm, and the sight of Harry on the grass, palms spread behind him with his head tilted back, sun adorning his features, was a sight hard to forget.
He’d always call you his little darling and made sure you were absolutely happy at all times. You were his sunshine, and it wasn’t hard for him to fall in love with you.
All of this was short lived though when you received devastating news. Harry was to be drafted again, and the area was no where near where you were at the moment, meaning if Harry got hurt you wouldn’t be able to treat him.
And if he died, you wouldn’t know until weeks after.
When he told you, you cried your eyes out while he got down on his knees, hands placed firmly on your arms.
“Little darling, hey, don’t you cry,” He wiped the tears off of your puffy cheeks with one hand and sighed. “I’ll come back to you, I promise you baby, don’t you cry.”
“Harry you could die!-”
“I won’t.” He said firmly. “You really think i’d leave you that easily sunshine? You’re gonna have to chase me to the ends of the earth to even give you a minute by yourself.”
That had made you laugh, and he wrapped his arms around you as he stood back up. “I’ll come back. I’ll write to you everyday a-and send you the very first flower I see. I’ll be back before you know it.”
You only nodded into his chest, a soft smile on your face, “I love you.”
Harry tightened his hold around you and rested his chin on top of your head.
“Tell me again,” He whispered. “I want to hear it one more time before I go.”
Harry kept his word and wrote to you as often as he could, but you still spent each and every day worrying for him and his safety. You had taken note of the increasing amount of men that came piling into the small hospital you worked at, and the injuries only seemed to worsen. You’d ask Harry what was going on in your letters, but he’d write back saying that everything was fine, and ultimately change the subject.
“Our men are dying,” One of the nurses had said to you as she patched up an unconscious soldier, “Many won’t come home.”
That made you sick to your stomach, and it didn’t help when after two years since Harry’s departure, his letters abruptly stopped coming soon after. The last one he had sent was dated a month ago, and it read:
How are you my little darling? Are you happy and well? I hope you are. I miss your pretty face.
Something tragic happened. My best mate died on field yesterday, and I have never felt such remorse in my entire life. It’s getting harder to stay alive my love, and when I saw his still body in the dirt, all I saw was red.
But I’m still alive. When I woke up this morning I saw a single daisy in the midst of gravel and mud, and it reminded me of you. You’re surrounded by horrible people and an awful environment but you remain brilliant. I’ve never met anyone like you.
If I don’t make it, just know how much I truly, deeply love you, and you’ve made me the happiest man alive. My days with you are memories I’ll never forget.
See you soon baby.
Below was a small daisy taped carefully onto the bottom of the page, and you cried looking at it once more before folding the letter back up and stuffing it in the pocket of your uniform.
“Any news?” One of the nurses said. Another sighed and shook her head.
“All radios are down. No one knows a thing.”
“Its been almost a full day,” You mumbled. “I think we’ve lost the war.”
A gloom of realization spread across the room, nurses and doctors with a defeated expression. It was silent, and everyone seemed to zone out until one of your close friends sat herself down on a chair next to you.
“Has he written?” She whispered.
“No. I’m starting to think-”
“Don’t say it,” She scooted closer to you. “He’s okay and you know it. You’re his sunshine, remember?”
You smiled sadly, “I do, but he hasn’t written in a month.”
“Maybe he can’t find paper,” She shrugged. “Or a pen.”
“We won! We won the war!”
Everyone abruptly stood, chairs screeching against the tile floor. You quickly ran down the hall along with other nurses and into a different room. Others were already hunched over a small table that held a working radio.
“Our men are coming home!”
Cheers and cries filled the air, and you stood frozen as many wrapped their arms around you in joy.
Word was that the veterans were to return in a train arriving in about an hour, and you wasted no time in slipping on your jacket and running with many others to the station. You couldn’t even be bothered to remove your uniform, the love of your life was finally coming home.
Upon arrival, people were buzzing with anticipation and happiness. Personal space didn’t seem to be a thing as everyone waited for the train to pull in, and once it did, the shouting commenced.
Man after man came hopping out of the train, beaten up expressions but nonetheless with a smile on their faces, yet none of them were Harry. You stood on your tippy toes to get a better look, but you were still overrun by the people in front of you.
You couldn’t help but smile as you saw a woman with two kids clutching onto a soldier next to you, their children’s small arms wrapped around their father’s legs. You thanked your lucky stars that at least they got their happy ending, and pushed yourself through the crowd to get to the front.
It became apparent after a little while though, that you may not have gotten your happy ending. As the area dispersed and became empty, your vision blurred with tears. You couldn’t believe it, you didn’t want to believe it.
He said he’d come back, you thought.
A gust of wind blew through your hair, and you wrapped your arms tightly around yourself for comfort and for warmth. You screwed your eyes shut and tilted your head back, tear drops slipping into your hair. In the midst of feeling the warm sun caress your face, you imagined Harry calling out to you in the distance, calling you his little darling again just like he’d done many times before.
Except you hadn’t.
When you opened your eyes, a tall figure stood a couple feet away from you, and you rid your eyes from the remaining tears to see who it was.
He smiled warmly at you, tears pricking the corner of his eyes.
When he got off the train, the sight of you standing there, wind whirling through your hair with your head tilted back; sun adorning your features and a pained expression, was a sight hard to forget.
But as he looked at you now, doe eyes wide that gleamed of hope and disbelief, the days out on field and the awful deserts meant nothing to him. The days of treterous fear, the cold nights where he felt nothing but alone, meant absolutely nothing to him.
But you, you meant everything to him.
“Hey little darling.” He said gently, fingers reaching out to touch yours. The warmth that radiated from your hand brought him back to reality and reassured him that he wasn’t dreaming.
At his words, you breathed out a laugh and threw your arms around his neck, and Harry in response scooped you up off the ground, taking note of the familiar strawberry scented shampoo you always used.
“I thought you died,” you whispered in his ear.
“Can’t get rid of me that easily baby cakes.” He said playfully, kissing your cold cheek.
You laughed and pulled your head back to look at him. He looked as handsome as you remembered, but he looked so worn out. The bags under his eyes and slow blinking clearly indicated that he was exhausted, and you smiled warmly, softly kissing his cheek.
“Let’s go home.”
What he’d been waiting for. The place he wanted to share with you, the place where he wanted to wake up and one day find the smell of pancakes and honey smothering your shared bedroom, and maybe, just maybe, with two little hands grabbing at his face to get him to wake up.
He nodded at you then, fingers laced with yours as you walked along the train station. The setting sunlight highlighted Harry’s green eyes; and they were soft, looking out into the streets ahead of you that held nothing but love yet still vigilant, and you were reminded of your grandmother once more.
“Harry?” you called suddenly.
“Yes, little darling?”
“How come you didn’t write to me these last few months?”
He smiled at you lazily and gently brushed your hair over your shoulder, running a soothing hand over your lower back.
“Couldn’t find paper, my love.” He hummed, “Or a damn pen.”
Happy #9yearsofOneDirection. To the five kings who own our heart and soul. We got them trending WORLDWIDE, again. Thank you guys for being here, I truly think that is the most beautiful gift of it all. We have books, art, memes, blogs and most important: 5 babies to take care of. It’s truly a blessing, so thank you so much for being here with eachother. (Please note that Zayn probably won’t say something, but he is just as grateful)
Watching this video literally made my heart race and goosebumps and transported back to the WWA tour and those moments before the boys came onto the stage and honestly I don’t think I’ll ever be happier than I was in that moment
“Faz um do Harry que eles começaram o namoro recentemente e não sabem muita coisa um do outro, principalmente que ela é virgem, aí eles estão em um bar com os amigos dele, e ela acaba contando para a namorada de um deles, pode ser a do Niall, e o Harry ouve e depois disso eles tem uma conversa e ele é super fofo com ela
PS: babies, eu sei que não ta o melhor, mas eu to começando a voltar a escrever agora, então daqui para frente vão vir melhores, bjss amores!
-Você já é linda, mas nesse vestido você fica muito mais,
você esta deslumbrante amor – Hazz diz enquanto passa seus braços tatuados por
minha cintura me puxando para um beijo.
-Essa coisa venha? Achei o fundo do guarda roupa – Falo brincando,
e correspondo ao beijo – Para onde vamos?
Ele pega na minha mão me levando para fora de casa e
trancando a porta.
-Vamos a um bar, vou te apresentar meus amigos, bom, dois
deles você já conhece, o Horan e a namorada dele vão estar lá – Abre a porta do
carro para mim que agradeço. – Eles são legais, você vai ver.
-Espero que eles gostem de mim
-O Horan já te ama – Fala enquanto da partida e seguimos
para o local
-Ciúmes Styles? – Falo olhando para ele
-Claro! Não quero
perder minha princesa- Põe a mão na minha coxa e aperta e da um sorrisinho
Ao chegamos ao lugar, e da porta já da para ouvir o sotaque irlandês
Harry entrelaça seus dedos aos meus enquanto andamos para
perto da mesa, cumprimentamos a todos e me sentei ao lado de Ana namorada do Niall,
no começo estava tímida, mas com o sorriso do Harry para mim e algumas
bebidinhas, comecei a me soltar
-Ei! Vamos brincar de eu nunca?? – Louis berra já bêbado e
-Okay, eu começo, eu nunca transei mais de duas vezes no
mesmo dia- Louis fala e todos menos eu bebem – O que? Como assim você nunca
transou mais de duas vezes no mesmo dia S/n? – Fala indignado
- Ela é uma verdadeira princesa- Niall fala e se estica para
dar um beijo na minha bochecha e Harry me puxa para longe
- nah! - Harry diz me
- Vai vamos continuar- Fala liam – eu nunca beijei alguém do
Todos bebem mesmos liam e Zayn.
-Amor bem que a gente podia fazer um ménage?- Niall fala
para Ana que balança a cabeça negativamente fazendo uma careta engraçada e
-Gente, pequena pausa preciso ir ao banheiro, S/n vem
comigo? - Ana pede e eu concordo e a acompanho até o banheiro que esta com uma
-E ai gostou do pessoal?- Ana pergunta
-Sim! Muito, espero que eles também tenham gostado de mim
- Claro que gostaram! Pena que você é mentirosa – Ela fala brincando
- Eu mentirosa? Pq? -
Entro na brincadeira
-Até parece você com essa carinha de safada nunca transou
mais de duas vezes no dia, aham sei, e eu tenho um namorado brasileiro roludo-
Ela diz e eu não consigo segurar uma gargalhada muito alta quando recupero o fôlego
-Mas, eu não tava mentindo, para falar essa é uma das minhas
maiores preocupação agora que estou namorando serio o Harry
- como assim?
-Bom, eu sou virgem ainda – Falo e ela abre a boca em um
-Nossa! Nunca imaginei que você seria virgem, principalmente
por você estar com o Harry, entendo sua preocupação, pelas historias que eu
ouvia do Harry quando comecei a namorar com Niall, a maioria sempre continha
sexo, mas conversa com ele, não tem outro jeito, e ele gosta muito de você ele
vai entender seu lado.
Concordo com a cabeça e ela entra para usar o banheiro.
Quando voltamos para a mesa todos estavam rindo, menos Harry
ela parecia serio olhando-me
-Por que ta serio? A bebida já subiu? – Falo rindo, mas ele
não acompanha meu riso
-Não – Ele responde breve e se virara me dando as costas
para conversa com Zayn
Continuamos a brincadeira, e Harry parecia normal, só não
estava conversando comigo, nossa alegria só acabou quando Louis correu para o
banheiro para vomitar, e ai todos decidiram que estava na hora de ir embora,
pagamos a conta.
No carro ele se mantinha em silencio, queria saber o porquê,
mas se ele estava em silencio, talvez seja porque ele não quer conversar, porem
ele corta o silencio:
-Você vai dormir lá em casa hoje? – Ele nem se quer tirou os
olhos focados da estrada
-Ah, não, vou dormir na minha casa mesmo.
- Você nunca dormiu lá em casa, minha cama é muito confortável,
você vai amar – Ele fala passando a mão pela minha coxa e subindo, minha
respiração fica mais pesada, seu tom silencio se transformou em excitação? Meu cérebro
gritava “muda de assunto rápido!”, mas meu corpo pedia para eu aproveitar.
-Outro dia Harry – Atendo aos pedidos do meu cérebro e mudo
de assunto – Por que não estava falando comigo e estava serio lá no bar?
Assim que pergunto, ele tira a mão da minha perna e volta a
fica serio enquanto estaciona o carro em frente a minha casa
- Eu não tava
Arqueio minhas sobrancelha olhando para ele e duvidando, ele
suspira e diz:
-Vocês estavam demorando então eu fui ver se tava tudo bem
lá no banheiro
-A gente tava demorando porque a fila tava grande, mas e daí?
Ficou bravo comigo por isso?
-Eu ouvi você e a Ana conversando. – Ele sutilmente morde o lábio,
acho que de nervoso.
-Você ta com medo de eu não querer ficar mais com você só
por causa de sexo? O quão superficial você acha que eu sou para só para pensar
em sexo? Eu gosto, obvio, mas também não é assim, eu consigo muito bem me
controlar e respeitar suas vontades, se eu estou com você é pq eu quero esta, e
não por sexo– Ele diz bem chateado
-Hazz…, eu tava insegura, eu gosto de você, e sei que você
tem suas vontades, eu também tenho as minhas e isso é uma delas, eu só to
Ele me corta
-Insegura ou com medo de eu ser um canalha? Por que foi que
pareceu pelo jeito que vocês falaram, pareceu que eu sou incapaz de gostar de
alguém…., parece que você acha que eu só quero isso de você, e não é verdade,
eu quero você por inteira, de corpo e alma…
Passa a Mão pela minha nuca me puxando para um beijo
intenso, durante o beijo sinto minhas bochechas molharem levemente e paro o
beijo com selinhos, quando abro o olho vejo os olhinhos verdes de Harry cheio
-Meu amor! Por que ta chorando? – Limpo as lagrimas no seu
rosto e o puxo o abraçando.
- Eu não sei, elas só saíram- Fala sorrindo e fica me encarando
em silencio – Amo você!
A quick Harry Styles one-shot in which y/n teaches Harry
how to play her favourite game.
Harry and I were just sitting in my living room after we finished eating dinner watching tv. “This is boring,” Harry moans.
“Do you want to play a game?” I ask, “I just got this new game and I am in love with it!” He smiles and nods. I get up off the couch to put the CD into the Xbox and sit back down on the couch. The game starts up, and I hand the controller to him. “Here, you play first.”
He grabs the controller out of my hand and presses the start button. I smile as I watch him try and figure out the controls, his eyebrows were furrowed in concentration. He passed the first few levels no problem, but he is now stuck on a level and has played it repeatedly. I laugh as he drops the controller in his lap and lets out a huge frustrated sigh, “Stupid game,” he yells.
“Let me try,” I say grabbing the controller from his lap and lean back on the couch. I press continue and pass through the beginning of the level effortlessly. I finally get to the part that Harry kept dying at and managed to pass it on the second try. I make it to the end of the level and hand him back the controller.
“You know, that was kind of hot,” Harry says looking into my eyes.
“Yeah,” he replies leaning over to me, placing a kiss on my lips.
A short Harry Styles fic about having to tell your mom
that you and Harry broke up:’(
Warnings: Sad breakup, swearing??
A/N: This is my very first
one-shot on Tumblr! Thank you for reading and I am sorry that it is so bad, I
am just starting out writing! If you have any suggestions, please let me know!
“You can’t seriously mean that, Harry,” I beg. The love of
my life is currently standing in front of me telling me that he no longer has
feelings for me. “We’ve been together for two years and you’re telling me now
that you’ve never loved me?” I can’t help but let the tears start to pour.
“That’s not what I meant, love,” Harry replies in a soft
tone, “I loved you for a long time, but I think that the spark has just gone out.”
He tries to step towards me to comfort me, but I shake my head an take a step
“Don’t,” I cry wiping the tears that have fallen over my
rosy cheeks. Two years this man has been telling me that he loves me. We’ve stayed
up late talk, kissed, shared the same bed and he’s telling me that he felt nothing?
I take a deep breath and grab my purse that laid on the couch and made my way
towards the door.
“y/n, please don’t do this. I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings.
I thought this was mutual!” He says following quickly behind me.
I quickly snap around to face Harry who almost ran into my now
still body, “well you thought wrong Styles. I loved you with all my heart. I
thought I was going to spend the rest of my life with you. But I guess I was
wrong.” I open the front door and make my way towards my car. I turn around for
only a second to see that he is standing in the doorway watching me leave. I
get in my car and drive back to my flat.
“When do I get to see that beautiful boyfriend of yours again,
y/n,” My mom asks from across the dinner table. It had been about a month since
Harry and I broke up. Although it has been a while, the cut still feels fresh,
especially because he is all over the news with his new album out and
everything. Tears form in my eyes as I think about him. “What’s wrong, love?”
“We broke up, mom,” I say wiping at the underside of my eye,
hoping that the tears don’t fall.
“Oh sweetheart, I am so sorry,” She says getting up out of
her chair and making her way towards me. She bends down and wraps me in a hug
“Thanks, mom. It was like a month ago or something anyway,” I
reply, resting my head into her.
“He was a twat anyway,” I laugh at my mom’s remark and
continue to snuggle into her.
**quick disclaimer/note: this is all said assuming that the boys are reluctant for a reunion in 2020. we know something is in the works for their anniversary, but we don’t know if that involves a reunion**
don’t come at me but i’m starting to feel like this may not be the right year for the 1D reunion especially if the boys don’t want one.
think about it. it’s only been a few years since 1D broke up. in my opinion, that’s not nearly enough time to develop the acceptance and comfort needed for a reunion that won’t be super awkward.
furthermore, the boys are still working on their solo careers. they each have massive potential, and dealing with the pressure of a reunion could distract them from their work (even with quarantine). the whole situation would psychologically exhaust anyone but these boys in particular have also proven to be extremely vulnerable (another reason why we adore them !!!!!).
if the boy’s happiness isn’t enough to convince you, also think of our current situation with the coronavirus. wouldn’t you rather see a reunion take place when we’re all able to freely and physically interact with one another?
most importantly, we don’t know everything about what happened within the band. this includes zayn’s departure. there could be so many unresolved matters that we don’t know of. we don’t know if there’s some lingering enmity, or if there’s just tension or discomfort in the boys’ relationships with zayn. while a reunion without zayn would make sense (even if it would come as a disappointment to some fans), but depending on what happened with his departure, it could also permanently close a door between the boys and zayn, making it infinitely harder to fully reconcile in the future.
we know that something is in the works for july, but please do not pressure the boys for a reunion in case the anniversary doesn’t involve a reunion. they will be busy their upcoming tours and music, and we shouldn’t disturb them. whether the boys are ready or not, us directioners should refrain from adding any sort of additional pressure to the boys that would ultimately only result in our happiness but not theirs. i say we give them time to heal, communicate, and accept. what they’ve done in the past decade is unbelievable and unfathomable. it’s ultimately their decision, and we want what’s best for them.