#Hendall is about to snap

[yoharrysaidshe]

I woke up too early from my nap earlier and was having a dream where harry was introducing his boyfriend to the world and talking about how much they love each other (they did it together) and it was so chill but on a late night show?? It was so fucking great but weird but then I started waking up but was stuck in that weird limbo where you can feel ur physical body still paralyzed seeping into ur dream body and my dream self thot I was getting possessed but then i was like ‘what? shut up’ then i woke up

#Anyways #Hendall is about to snap #thoughts #tp

[twopoppies]

Ah yes the organic relationship that was hendall. So organic that she appeared in Harry’s life the minute he started mingling with the azzofs. And I’m talking about end of 2013. 2016 is not even worth mentioning because that was the most obvious stunt ever. The had a very public vacation, paps were snapping photos of them a couple meters away, Harry was signing with the azzofs and then poof that relationship ended the minute they got of the yacht. Please people think.

Thinking? This used to be a fandom that prided itself on that. 

#Anonymous

[harrylovesmitski]

Tbh, every picture taken, unless it's of him with fans, is taken without his consent. The ones in the airport that you just reblogged are also breaking his privacy, as he didn't allow them to be taken. The ones of him working and making mv, are also an invasion of privacy, since he didn't authorise it and maybe was trying to make it a surprise. No one in this fandom has ever respected his privacy. Its always the invasive questions, the shipping that sometimes get just too out of hand like Larry, Zarry, Haylor or Hendall. It's the constant disrespect towards his privacy regarding his sexuality or his inspirations for music... Like, what did Harry actually ever authorise? There's a lot of things that are done daily in this fandom and that no one is isent of, not me and most certainly not you nor anyone who reblogged your post. You're right to be angry about the pictures on private property, but the ones on public ones are just as bad, regardless of it beeing taken by paps or being in overcrowded places. Unless he explicitly authorised every single one of them, they're all invading his privacy. And that goes to every artist out there. So maybe look into it as well when complaining about others behaviour.

why are you putting yourself on a pedestal like lmao. congrats! you realized you don’t respect his privacy. do you want a medal for being so self-aware? i realize you’re trying to compare pics of him in public spaces to those of him taken with a drone on his private property, which are not the same thing....at all. i try my hardest not to rb pics that are creeper shots, pics of him at home/near home, etc and will gladly delete the posts when i’ve done so unknowingly. i don’t condone that behavior from anyone. but there’s a major difference between a picture being taken of someone walking on the street and then literally sending drones over his private property to snap pics of him half naked and around friends. why are you trying to fight me on this?

#don’t ‘most certainly’ me either...the tone is not appreciated #anonymous

[harryisntstraight]

Yeah I get so weirded out w the larrie theories that every single girl he's been linked to is "pr" cause like... where's the pr then? Ajdjjdkf like you can kinda tell when the idea behind it was a media circus like hendall or haylor but for some of them he just hangs out w them and there'll be one daily mail article and larries wanna cry about that being pr when it fully isn't lmao. Idk people need to approach each situation as a different one obvs instead of lumping every girl in as "pr"

literallyyyyyy like the only reason this whole camille thing is so huge is bc people on here keep tracking her every move and watching all her ig/snap stories and examining her rings and sunglasses and clothes like yall!!!!! nobody was making it a big deal until u did

#Anonymous

[unrequitedmime]

The door shuts quietly. Soundlessly.  Hutch hears it, anyway.  He doesn't dare take his eyes from the horizon. His dark gaze tracks the setting sun, waving goodbye. It's rays seem to dance across the city below them, a gentle caress of love that will not come again until after darkness.  Cecily used to be that for him.  Now she's just the clouds above.  Hutch looks up to the darkening sky. Cloudless. He blinks back tears.  "It's cold as hell up here, Ce," he announces to the whistling wind, enjoying the sensation of it running through his brown hair. The cold bite of the air seems to be the only thing keeping his brain from shutting down.  The guilt is crushing him.  "Then leave."  The bite in her voice hurts more than the wind.  "No."  Silence stretches. A thousand years of agony and regret. He feels a warmth flow through his side. Cecily's warmth is as familiar as his own damned heart beat. He fights the urge to rest his arm on her shoulder and tuck her into him like he always did.  He has no right to touch her anymore.  For some strange reason, the thought doesn't hurt as much as it should.  "Just because I agreed to talk doesn't mean i forgive you," she says suddenly, her eyes on the setting sun. The wind picks up her short hair and creates a mosaic of shimmering strands. It nearly blinds him.  "I know," he nods, allowing his eyes to fall upon the sky again. "I don't think you'll ever forgive me. I know that."  The silence this time is heavy. It lasts for as long as his heart beats.  He wishes for it to halt. He wants to hear her voice again.  "Does that kill you?" Her voice shakes slightly.  He blinks down at her, surprised by the question. "What?"  She allows her eyes to meet his. He drowns. "Does the thought of me never forgiving you kill you?"  He doesn't look away. Her cheeks are flushed, and her eyes are filled with tears, but her face remains steady and calm as she stares at him. The image of grace and beauty and a thousand things that he will never deserve.  A thousand things that he will miss.  "It destroys me," he whispers. His body seems to crumble in response to his words. He feels everything within him slowly fall to dust.  Cecily clenches her jaw stubbornly. It doesn't stop the tears from falling down her face. She doesn't wipe them.  She won't wipe them. She tears her eyes away from his, looking down into the dark city. The sun bounces against her pale skin, and somehow she seems to shine a thousand times brighter than the very world itself.  He'll miss her brightness.  The wind fills the void between them. Hutch lets it.  "What's her name?"  He holds his tongue. He does not want to answer. He does not want to bring her into this conversation.  Hutch knows that if he talks about her, Cecily will see it. She'll recognise the love on his face as he whispers her name. She'll realise that his eyes never shone that brightly when his lips spoke Cecily's name.  She'll realise that Hutch loves "her" more than he could ever have loved Cecily.  Cecily will think that she wasn't good enough to keep his love, and he won't have the words to explain that Cecily was everything in the world for the old Hutchinson Baker. Hutch won't find the right metaphors to describe the way she used to make him feel; like he was the rising sun and the setting moon and she was all of the stars in between. He won't have the courage to tell her that her name has been branded on his heart like a tattoo. A gentle word in the most beautiful writing that he has ever seen. He won't have the courage to say that he loves the tattoo on his soul more than the one that sits on his upper arm.  He won't have the courage to tell her that tattoos fade.  He does not speak.  "Is it Lucy?" She asks finally, her voice thick with sarcasm and a brightness so false that Hutch flinches, "That's a bitchy name. Maybe Barbara? Oh, I hate Barbara's. Oh wait, no! She's a beautiful, tan, blonde; her name has GOT to be something sexy. Maybe Nicollette. Scarlet? How about Chanel-"  "Autumn," he blurts. Her voice falters into nothing. Hutch regrets speaking. "Her name is Autumn."  "Huh," Cecily's eyes fall upon the horizon again. Her face is carefully blank. Calm before the storm."That's a pretty name."  "So is Cecily."  She snorts, and her body erupts into a flurry of pent up motions. She pushes away from the railing, walking away from him. "Don't you dare mock me, Hutchinson Baker." Her voice is a thousand fires and raging eyes and burning worlds and broken hearts.  He turns his back to the sleeping sun, watching her pace across the white roof.  Somehow, even in a spinning galaxy of anger, she manages to look beautiful.  Nothing. He blinks in surprise. He feels nothing as he watches her frown and blink and gulp.  His chest doesn't squeeze into shining light when she meets his gaze anymore. Instead, it seems to be a steady season of brown and red leaves.  He misses Autumn.  "You met her in America, right?" Cecily announces, her voice a bundle of sharp blades. She halts in her pacing to stare at him, her body taut.  He nods slowly.  "How?"  A thousand memories hurl through his brain. Each one sweeter than the last. Autumn's polite smile blends with Cecily's hard stare for one devastating moment, and Hutch feels his entire heart brighten in response to the two lights of his life.  One; his first love. The other; his last love.  "She was apart of the program, too," his voice shakes as he speaks, rough with emotion and fear and regret, "She had known my friend Benjamin since high school, and she spent most of her time with us during the trip."  Confusion clouds Cecily's pure face, "You had never mentioned a girl like that in your course-"  "She had done all of her studying at home. She hated the traffic coming to uni, so she did her classes online. She had been enrolled since the very first day, but none of us knew her."  "Seems a bit suss, don't you think?"  "That's what I thought. I didn't trust her at first; didn't talk to her. To be fair, I was sort of rude to her at first-"  "And then you cheated on your girlfriend with her. Will you look at that. Crazy."  Hutch flinches away from her tone. An ocean begins pouring into his chest.  "I did not cheat on you, Cecily Hendale," his voice rips itself into a growl as it escapes his trembling lips. "I would never cheat on you." Her eyes burn. "Then why was she in your apartment, Hutchinson?!"  "Because she was drunk, Cecily! She was drunk and she rocked up at my apartment the night before. Her drink had been spiked and she had barely made it to my apartment before passing out. She had only just woken up when you came in, and we were trying to figure out who had spiked her drink!"  Cecily blinks, her anger sputtering to nothing, "So she went to your apartment?" Her words tremble slightly. Weak syllables. "Yes," Hutch's voice is softer, too, "That's all, Ce."  "No," she snaps, angry again, her voice a slice of hurt, "That is NOT all. This girl, this beautiful girl, went to your apartment in her moment of vulnerability and danger. I've had my drink spiked before, I know how it feels. Her entire world would have been flickering into nothing, and all she could think to do was come to you?"  The Earth pauses. Hutch swallows. Exhaustion squeezes tight in his limbs. "Yes," he whispers, "She came to me." He didn't mean for his voice to sound so defeated.  Cecily's eyes suddenly dim. Hutch watches her entire world shatter to pieces in front of her face. He watches the fire settle into ashes and watches the fight slip away from her heavy gaze. Her entire soul seems to weaken. He watches it give up, and he blinks back the tears in his eyes.  "Fuck," Cecily whispers at last, her entire body trembling in the wind, "She loves you."  Hutch does not voice his words. He does not bother telling Cecily that the moment he grabbed Autumn's hand that one night and dragged her away from the sleazy men in the back streets of New York, he had fallen in love with her. And her with him.  He does not bother telling Cecily that he tried to fight it. That he ignored Autumn for days and days afterwards. That he called Cecily and texted her night and day. That he whispered Cecily's name in his mind to block out the rush of Autumn's laugh and the way his name sounded on her lips. He had never planned on falling hopelessly in love with Autumn. He was sure she had never planned on looking at him twice, either. But somehow, without them noticing, their souls had found a way to intertwine without even touching.  "I think she does," Hutch whispers back. "I'm so sorry, Cecily. I never touched her. I want you to know that. You can hate me and pray for my death, but you have to know that I never touched her-"  "Did you want to?" She asks, her voice steady. The tears splash down her face in a thousand rivers. Hutch watches the currents race.  "I... I wanted to stop watching the way her fingers tapped a beat when she was nervous."  Cecily closes her eyes, slowly, a flutter of dark lashes and falling tears.  Defeat seems to tremble through her body. Understanding blinks across her gaze when she opens her eyes finally and looks at him. Hutch feels the ocean within him calm. She always calms him.  "You love her. More than you have ever loved me." Her voice is hollow. Pain slices through Hutch's body, and he turns to look out into the night. The sun had set without him noticing. He had fallen in love with another person without him noticing.  Hutch realises that he does not notice much.  Except the shuddering breaths of the girl he loved more than the entire world.  "I love you, Cecily Hendale," Hutch announces to the wind, letting the tears fall down his cheeks. "I have always loved you, and I will always love you. But I am not in love with you. I understand now that I was never good enough for you. And I know that sounds like a petty excuse, but god dammit I mean it with everything within me, Ce. You are everything good in this world, and I am nothing but one third of a broken family and a mess of scribbled house designs. I have never had anything to offer you but my love. I'm smart enough now to realise that it was never enough. Ever. I am a shit person and you are a good one. And I am so god damn honoured to have loved you and to have received your love, Cecily. I will never forget it. I will never forget what it feels like to be loved by you. And I will never forget what it feels like to love you. Autumn found me. She wasn't supposed to, and I don't even think I wanted her to. But she did. And she's stuck to me. We're stuck to each other, Ce. I can't get her out of my bones. I reluctantly fell for her. But I never cheated. I did not touch her. I would never dishonour you like that. And I've broken your heart. And I am horrible and selfish and uncontrollable and I hate the world for sending Autumn my way because it means that it broke your heart. But she's here. And I love her. I am in love with Autumn Fent, and I don't think I will ever fall out of it. And I am sorry with everything within me, Cecily. I wish you weren't in pain. I wish I could take it away, and that I could be there for you. But I caused the pain. I don't deserve to be anywhere near you. I'll probably never see you again, and although that'll probably rip away a part of me that I'll only find in the sound of your voice, that is okay. I'm willing to hurt. I deserve every tear that falls." He spins away from the darkness of the night before it swallows him whole. His entire soul aches in grief when he meets her burning and broken gaze. It takes all of his strength to keep his knees from giving way. "Goodbye Cecily Hendale. You are worth every star in the sky, and I am grateful that I got to touch at least one before crashing back to Earth. I hope that one day you can forgive me. God knows I won't forgive myself. I hope I see you again one day, Ce. I hope you fall in love with someone that makes you understand."  He brushes by her on his way to the door, and her warmth seeps through his body for the last time ever.  His first love. His best friend.  A beautiful, beautiful memory.

unrequited