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themultifandomgal · 4 months
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Harry Styles- From 2010 Series Master List
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Hey bee! I was wondering if you could do one where the reader is in 1D and she gets in a water fight with Liam and Louis and one of them accidentally throws a security guards hot coffee on her?
A/N: Thank you for the request! Idk if this is what you were hoping for but it was super fun to write. I did it quickly, so hopefully it's good and hopefully you enjoy it.
Warnings: Some explicit language, water fights, thrown beverages
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"I don' think I wanna be a par' of this…"
"Don' ya dare bail on me now." You whisper through gritted teeth, giving Zayn as intimidating of a scowl as you possibly can. "They soaked me on stage. I need payback. And I need your help to do it."
Your friend and fellow bandmate rolls his eyes, followed by a quick shake of his head, crouching down behind the racks of clothes in the boys' dressing room.
Footsteps become audible, and you begin to settle into your spot, readying yourself for the plan you are determined to execute.
You can make out the mumbles of both Louis and Liam, the ones who you hope will think twice about including you, unwillingly, in their onstage water fights.
You jump up, being met with wide eyes and shocked expressions as a sarcastically evil expression pops through your facial features.
"This is for last night!" You shout, chucking half a bottle of water towards each boy, watching as their shock grows even more.
"You lil shit!" Louis yelps, squinting his eyes to avoid the water irritating them, but also to glare in your direction.
"Karma is a bitch, Tommo."
"Well, so am I!" He exclaims, swiveling around to the nearby table and grabbing the closest water bottle he can get his hands on.
"No, no, no. M'sorry." You immediately state, holding your palms out in surrender as he stalks towards you. "C'mon Louis… ya don' really wanna do this…"
His crooked smile does nothing to ease your worry as you watch Liam begin to grab his own ammunition and join your other mate.
"Payno… boys… le's talk about this, yeah? We…" As you prepare to embarrass yourself by begging them to stop, your calves hit against the edge of the couch, causing your body to fling down onto the cushions. "We… can work something out!"
Liam makes it shoulder to shoulder with Louis, standing right in front of you.
"Don' ya dar-"
Suddenly, the splash of cold water washes over your hair and streams down your face, causing you to squeal in discomfort and the boys to cackle with triumph.
"I can' believe you two idiots!" You exclaim, immediately standing up, pushing past them, and grabbing a couple of bottles for yourself. You stand on the opposite side of them, a small table being the only thing separating you from your opponents. The three of you glare into each other's eyes, all fidgeting with the plastic in your hands. "This is war."
"Bring it on." Liam replies, eyebrows raised with anticipation of your reaction to his threat.
"Le' me leave first!" Zayn pleads, rushing to safety within the doorframe.
"Hello, lovers! What's-" Niall stops next to Zayn and his eyes widen at the sight in front of him. "What's… goin'… on…"
"Payback." You quickly state, flickering your gaze to him for only a split second, instantly returning it to the ones across from you.
"Jesus Christ…" He replies. "This'll be fun to watch."
"What will?" You hear Harry ask, not daring to turn his way in fear of the battle beginning while you're not looking.
"Everyone shut up!" Louis shouts, squatting down slightly in preparation.
You take a deep breath and suddenly the sound of the plastic bottles being crushed fills the air. The feeling of water running down your back giving you chills, but your feet swiftly moving around the room helping you to get in some shots of your own
Bottle after bottle is being swiped from the table as the insults and liquid go flying.
"What the hell is going on here?" Someone yells from the doorway, grabbing half of the attention of each of you as you continue to dodge Liam and Louis' attacks.
Your eyes manage to catch a glimpse of John, one of the band's security guards, bolting into the room, quickly placing a cup on the coffee table and maneuvering to grab a hold of whoever he can catch first.
Liam is the first to be stopped, with John pushing him towards the direction of the innocent bystanders.
"Jus' you and me, darling!" Louis proclaims, a mischievous laugh following the comment dripping with sass.
"Don' call me darling, you wanker!" You shout back, running to grab yet another bottle.
You quickly rush past him, spilling about half of the bottle down the back of his shirt, and as he yelps out, you see him twist his way out of John's reach and grab more ammunition from the smaller table.
Louis lunges towards you, throwing his hand out in an attack, and as the liquid hits your arm, a heat penetrates through your jumper.
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" You scream, grabbing your wounded limb and flopping to the ground.
"Oh don' play victim, love." Louis quips, turning around and displaying an abundance of regret as you begin to wince at the pain. "YN?"
All five boys turn to you, immediately rushing over to your side, and you see John hurry out through the door with his walkie-talkie pressed up against his mouth.
"Bloody hell, Tommo! What did you do?" Liam asks, kneeling down beside you with a hand gently placed on your back.
"I just… I didn't…" He stutters, looking at the ground and bending down to reveal the cup John had put down, before his attempt to end the water fight. It is empty of whatever beverage it had contained and all eyes turn to your jumper, a stain appearing of what smells like coffee. "Shit! YN! M'so sorry!"
"Ge' your jumper off." Harry states, his eyes full of concern as he stares at the spot you're grabbing onto.
"What?"
"So it doesn' injure you more." He replies, nodding down as if to encourage you to grab the hem.
"Umm… m'only wear-... wearin' a bra underneath…" You utter, watching as the expression of each boy turns into one of awkward uncertainty. They've seen you in that predicament before, but usually during a quick change. The close proximity now makes this situation a bit too intimate for everyone's comfort level.
"Hold on." Liam states, jumping up and striding over to the closest rack of clothes, swiping the first t-shirt he sees, and making his way back to you. He tosses it over, and each boy twists around in a slightly different direction while you remove your wet top and immediately replace it with the clean, dry one.
"Alright." You mumble, watching as the five of them turn back to you.
Louis glances over your attire and you look down to see that the article of clothing now on your body is actually his. Ironic.
"Serves me right I s'pose." He chuckles under his breath. "YN, m'really sorry."
"S'alright." You quietly respond, dropping your gaze to the floor, displaying sadness, pain, and a mild amount of embarrassment.
"Come 'ere." He states, his arms stretched towards you to offer an embrace. You scoot on your knees, inching a little closer to him, and wrap one arm around him. He gives you a little squeeze, and as he pulls back, you bring your other arm around him, causing him to lean back in to prolong the hug.
"Guess we were both right." You utter in his ear, keeping a hold on your bandmate.
"Bout what?"
The hand you last reached around him lifts over his head and turns down, pouring the contents of a bottle you had been hiding at your side, waiting for the right moment to exact your revenge.
"Karma is a bitch." You laugh, letting go and pulling back to see him frantically wipe the water from his face. "And so are you."
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i-am-the-plant · 17 days
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I have decided to read the wattpad fanfiction cause life is to short not to have fun. Maybe I wanna get kidnapped by creepypastas. Maybe I wanna run away from home and get found by the tf2 mercs. Maybe I wanna get sold to one direction. I LIKE THAT IT'S BAD!
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fakesocialmediaa · 1 year
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Itsmey/n ✔︎
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Itsmey/n it still doesn’t feel real can we do it all over again please @ zayn
Zayn ✔︎
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Zayn the prettiest bride ever how’d i manage to get you @ itsmey/n
Request: Could you do a post one with each of the One Direction boys on your wedding day to each of them
Part 4
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lecsainz · 7 months
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PICTURES
parings: harry styles x actress!reader
request: Hey, saw u write for Harry Styles! Can u do a oneshot where y/n's parents r famous actors, she n Harry got somethin' goin' on but ain't makin' it official. He's on the Take Me Home tour when she calls him to sort things out 'cause paparazzi pics with other girls surfaced, but he didn't actually cheat.
authors note: OMG haven't written anything about harry in years, like seriously, this brought back sooo many memories 😭
☆. . . masterlist !
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Y/N Aniston was the daughter of a renowned actress, yes, Jennifer Aniston herself. She grew up with the media at her feet, and just like her mother, she chose to follow a career in acting. Little did she know that due to her fame, she would end up meeting a singer from one of the biggest boy bands of 2013, who would bring her a lot of headaches.
Harry and Y/N crossed paths during the VMAs, in line for the bathroom. They don't remember when exactly, but at some point during the night, they found themselves in her limousine, having a quickie. However, that quick encounter became a regular thing whenever they met up.
And Y/N developed feelings for the green-eyed boy. She liked him a lot. Maybe she even loved him.
Harry had embarked on the Take Me Home tour, and some photos of him with other girls had been taken by paparazzi. Even though they weren't officially an item, her heart shattered nonetheless. Those pictures felt like daggers to her heart, and they hurt like hell.
And here she was, sitting on her bed, heart almost racing out of her chest, waiting for Harry to appear on the screen.
"Y/N!" Harry's face popped up on the screen, lying on the tour bus bed with a sleepy yet adoring smile.
She managed a small smile, her nerves getting the best of her. "Hey, Harry."
His eyes sparkled as he looked at her. "Missed you."
Y/N felt her heart skip a beat. Despite everything, the sound of those three simple words from him still had a powerful effect on her.
"Missed you too," she admitted, her voice soft.
They talked about everything and nothing, the conversation flowing as naturally as it always did between them. But as the minutes ticked by, Y/N knew she couldn't avoid the elephant in the room any longer.
"Harry, about those pictures..." she trailed off, her heart racing.
He sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Y/N, I'm so sorry you had to see those."
She looked down, feeling a mix of emotions. "It's just... hard, you know?"
Harry's expression softened. "I know, love. They're not what they seem."
She raised an eyebrow, curiosity piqued. "What do you mean?"
"I mean, they're not real," he confessed, his voice earnest. "It's all a publicity stunt, arranged by Simon."
Y/N's eyes widened in surprise. "What? Why?"
"He wants to maintain that image, make me appear as the 'ladies' man' for the fans," Harry explained, frustration evident in his voice. "But it's all a facade. I hate it."
Y/N felt a mix of relief and anger. Relief that the pictures weren't real, and anger that she had been hurt by something so manufactured.
"I had no idea," she admitted, her voice softer now.
Harry's eyes bore into hers. "Y/N, you know I care about you, right?"
She nodded, a small smile tugging at her lips. "Yeah, I do."
"I'm not looking for meaningless flings, Y/N," he said, his voice determined. "I want something real."
She felt her heart race, hope stirring within her. "Harry..."
Just then, the atmosphere on the tour bus shifted as the other members of One Direction appeared on the screen, grinning widely.
"Hey, is that Y/N?" Niall's voice chimed in.
"Y/N!" Louis exclaimed, waving enthusiastically.
“Our favorite girl!" Zayn added.
Y/N chuckled, her heart swelling with fondness for the boys. "Hi, guys! I miss you all."
"We miss you too!" Niall exclaimed.
Y/N's cheeks turned slightly pink as she greeted the rest of the band. She had known them for a while now, having met them through Harry. They had always been incredibly welcoming and friendly towards her.
"Long time no see," Liam said with a warm smile. "How've you been?"
Y/N chuckled. "Oh, you know, just taking over the world."
Harry rolled his eyes playfully. "As if she hasn't already."
Zayn smirked. "You're in good company, Y/N."
Niall leaned in closer to the camera. "Harry talks about you all the time."
Y/N shot Harry a teasing look. "Oh, really? What kind of things does he say?"
Harry's cheeks turned a light shade of pink. "Just good things."
Louis wiggled his eyebrows. "We can all tell he's smitten."
Y/N couldn't help but laugh, feeling a sense of camaraderie with the guys. She had seen them at their goofiest and most genuine moments, and she was grateful for the bond they shared.
"Well, Y/N, if Harry doesn't treat you right, you know where to find us," Zayn said with a wink.
Y/N playfully rolled her eyes. "Thanks, Zayn. I'll keep that in mind."
"We saw those pictures, by the way," Louis said, his tone slightly teasing.
Y/N's cheeks flushed, but she managed a sheepish smile. "Yeah, I guess they're making quite a buzz."
Niall rolled his eyes. "Don't take those too seriously. They're just playing with ya."
"Yeah, Simon probably thought it was good for marketing," Liam added.
Zayn nodded. "It's all part of the game."
Y/N let out a sigh of relief, feeling their genuine support. "Thanks, guys. It's just been a bit overwhelming."
"We know, love," Louis said, his eyes softening. "But remember, you're stronger than the headlines."
Zayn chimed in. "Harry's been a mess ever since those pictures surfaced."
Louis nodded. "Yeah, he's been moping around like a lost puppy."
Y/N's lips curved into a grateful smile. "Thanks, guys. Your words mean a lot to me."
"Anytime, Y/N," Niall grinned. "Now, you make sure to keep our Harry in line, okay?"
Zayn chuckled. "Yeah, we can't have him causing any more trouble."
Harry pouted playfully. "Hey, I'm a changed man."
"Sure you are," Louis quipped, earning a laugh from everyone.
Harry leaned closer to the camera, his voice soft. "They adore you, you know."
Y/N's smile grew warmer. "I can tell. And I adore them too."
The connection was beginning to falter, the image on the screen slightly pixelated as Harry's voice crackled. "I wish I could hear your laugh properly right now."
Y/N chuckled, the sound distorted by the poor signal. "We'll have to fix that soon."
Harry's expression turned more serious. "Y/N, I've been thinking... I want to talk about this face-to-face. This distance between us, it's not fair."
Her heart skipped a beat, hope and apprehension mingling in her chest. "Harry..."
"I mean it," he said with determination. "I want to have an honest conversation, in person. No screens, no miles between us."
Y/N nodded, her own resolve strengthening. "Okay, Harry. When?"
"I'll be back in a few weeks," he replied. "After this leg of the tour. We can find a place to meet up."
She felt a mixture of emotions, excitement and nerves intermingling. "I look forward to it."
"I do too," Harry said softly. "I want us to have a proper conversation, Y/N. No misunderstandings, no miscommunications."
Y/N smiled, her heart swelling with anticipation. "I want that too."
As the signal continued to weaken, Harry's voice grew fainter. "I'll see you soon, Y/N."
"Can't wait," she whispered, her voice barely reaching him.
And then, with a final wave and a promise in their eyes, the call disconnected, leaving Y/N with a renewed sense of hope and a countdown to the day when they would bridge the physical and emotional distance that had grown between them.
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inmyblueparadise · 1 year
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Hello could I ask for a request where the sixth member of one direction was with the boys and maybe they were swarmed by paparazzi and she ended up getting hurt ? It’s ok if you don’t want to I understand ! Have a great day x happy 12 anniversary
Oh man I'm so late with this, I'm so sorry ! Happy really reaaaaaaaally late 12 anniversary darling (btw can you believe it's been that long ? Jeez) Anyway I hope you like it lovie xx
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There is a good and a bad side to being a celebrity. 
Of course, people see the glamorous side first, the red carpets, the awards, the luxurious hotels, the money... and you are not going to lie. Yeah, it's great ! But there is also a darker side to putting your life in the spotlight. And especially on a band as famous as One Direction. 
For example, the lack of privacy, all the boys and you have been the victims of gossip magazines and rumors on social media the second you did something. You went out to a club ? You were an alcoholic! You went to grab lunch with a guy ? You guys were dating (even if the guy was your cousin.. and yes that still made your family laugh during the holidays) and so on and so on.. Being followed everywhere was also hard sometimes, because as much as you loved meeting fans, sometimes you just wanted to go to Starbucks without causing a riot. But the worst? THE ACTUAL WORST. Was the paparazzi. 
You didn't mind them at events, behind a line far from you, but when you were swarmed that was something else. Because let's be honest, nobody likes being pushed around, tripped, and blinded by flashes after a 12-hour flight. And as much as your team tries, unfortunately, sometimes they can't stop them from finding you. 
You were just getting out of a 20hrs+ flight from London to Sydney, on which you slept and talk with the boys. You were ready to get off the jet but before you could you saw Paul, frowning at his phone. 
You alright Paul ? you asked 
I'm fine, but I'm going to have to ask you guys to be careful out there fans and paparazzi are here. 
Oh shit ! Should we split up ? 
A little, go by three's. Louis, Liam, and Harry. and Zayn, Y/N, and Niall. And you will be in different cars, please watch out for each other.
That made you stress a little. You had never been a huge fan of crowded places, and having anxiety attacks at the beginning of the rise of the band, was a reminder enough that you were not going to enjoy the next hour. You always felt better with one of the guys next to you and often ended up holding their hands to help keep you calm. You knew Zayn and Niall, were not going to let you get lost, but still, you had a weird feeling in your stomach. You also knew that the three of you would look out for each other because none of you were good being surrounded by a big crowd.
You grab your backpack, checking that your cap was on your head and your sunglasses on your nose and let out a deep breath. But before you exited the plane, you felt a hand softly grab your wrist.
Angel, be careful out there. Stay with Zayn and Niall ok ? 
Don't worry daddy direction, you won't lose me in the crowd, you said smiling. But it was no use trying to hide your anxiety, your boys knew you too well. 
You exited the plane less than 5 minutes after Liam, Louis and Harry. The airport seemed calm, and you were surrounded by security from your team and the airport. But as soon as you saw the door to the outside, and the hundreds of flashes and started to hear the screams of fans, the anxiety started again. You grabbed Niall's hand tight, knowing that he was feeling anxious too.
And once you walked through the doors, it was chaos. Absolute chaos. 
You couldn't see anything other than white flashes or hear something because high pitch screams filled your ears. 
Y/N ! Y/N ! Look here please ! 
You saw fans being pushed around and pressed against each other. Cameras flying around trying to get a picture. You apologized to the fans because you couldn't stop to talk or take pictures. After all, if you stopped you were afraid you would get hurt, and they seemed to understand the situation because they started to try and clear a path between the paparazzi, asking them to move, but apparently, a grown man being told to move by teenage girls was too much for the ego. And. they started to push even more and shout at you. 
That's when you saw it. A young girl, probably 14-15 years old, tumbling to the ground. And by pure instinct, you let go of Niall's hand to help her up. That was a BIG mistake. The second you let go of his hand, he turned around to see what had happened, but he couldn't go back to you, it was almost like walking against the current. He started shouting your name to your security team, but he just saw you disappear in a sea of people. 
You on the other hand were so focused on the young girl who was starting to cry that you didn't realize that you were now surrounded by paparazzi and fans with no security. You crouched on the ground to try and help her up, and that was your second mistake because the second you lowered yourself next to her you were roughly pushed around, making you fall hard on your knees. Wincing as your knees bumped on the pavement, you looked at the girl reaching your hands to her. 
Hi love, grab my hands, Are your ok ? But you couldn't reach her, because a hand had grabbed you, hard. That's when it started, a game of being pulled around in different directions, you felt hands over your arms, your cap being ripped from your head and voices shouting. 
Y/N ! Y/N ! A picture ! Smile sweetheart! Come on ! 
You couldn't breath. You couldn't see. Your arms and hands were covered in scratches, and your knees bleeding. 
Please, can you let me through ? Please I'm just trying to go to the car. Please.
And as much as the fans tried to get them to back away, shouting at them that you were a human being, that you were hurting, they still took pictures, swarming you like ravens.
What you didn't see was the boys reaction. They were in front of you. Way closer to the cars, when they heard the fans. Liam was the first to notice when a fan told him something had happened to you. 
You need to help Y/N, she's hurt !
That made him stop walking and look around trying to spot you. But he couldn't see you. That's when you shouted at Louis.
Lou, do you see Y/N ? 
The oldest of the band whipped around. Not seeing you. And began to shout at Paul. 
Paul ! Where is Tiny ? 
That got the attention of the rest of the band. That was also when they saw Niall struggling to walk back to the airport. 
SHE OVER HERE ! PAUL FUCK SHE'S ON THE GROUND ! 
The fans picked up on it and started shouting at the paparazzi to leave you alone, trying to push them away. But you were still on the ground, having fallen for the third time, hanging your head low, tears streaming down your face. You heard your name being shouted. While half of the security team was trying to make their way to you. 
You saw Scott, one your bodyguards making his way to you. He finally was able to grab you gently around the waist, hosting you up. 
It's ok tiny, I got you. I got you. he whispered in your ear, when you wrapped your arms around his neck, hiding your face, hot tears still streaming down your face. 
Wrap your legs around me, and I'll get you to the cars, darling. 
You had no energy left in you, you just nodded, your face still hidden in his neck. 
He pulled you through the crowd, shouting, telling everyone to back off. And as you made your way closer to the car, you heard the boys, well mostly Louis and Zayn, shouting at the paps. Paul tried to usher them into the car but to no avail. 
What the fuck is wrong with you people ? For a fucking picture ? You fooking loosers ! I'm gonna break your fucking cameras, get them out of our faces for fuck sake! 
Finally, after what felt like hours, you were dropped inside the car, but that didn't make you lighten your grip on Scott's neck. 
It's ok princess, your safe. You let go slowly, seeing the faces of the boys, worry written all over them. 
Thanks Scott
And then, you were swarmed, but this time it didn't scare you. It was full of love. 
Jesus, Angel are you ok ? 
What happened ? 
Babe you're bleeding ! 
Those fookers, Angel, you ok ? 
And as traumatizing as this experience was, you could only, whisper one thing, as the car started pulling away from hell. Still in shock. 
Oh, I lost my cap..
That lightened the tension. You heard chuckles and saw smiles on their faces. 
Oh Angel !
And you were hugged all over, them whispering sweet things, reassuring you, promising you you'll be ok. 
So yes, celebrity was not always a dream life. But as long as you got your boys, what could go wrong ? 
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satanhalsey · 2 years
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SINCE FOREVER UNIVERSE 02
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read the first part of the since forever universe masterlist here! ♡ | chronological order (by years)
ONE SHOTS:
— nothing here yet!
BLURBS / COMPILATIONS:
IN MY BEST DRESS, FEARLES: The first date blurb. (fluff) (2010)
THE OTHER SIDE OF THE DOOR: The first fight blurb. (angst, fluff) (2010)
YOU ALL OVER ME: The first time blurb. (fluff, smut, vaginal protected sex, vaginal fingering) (2011)
THIRST TWEETS: Harry and Y/N read thirst tweets about her for BuzzFeed Celeb. (sexual themes) (2019)
PRIORITIES FIRST: Harry's giving a concert when Y/N tells him that she's going back to the hotel because she's feeling bad, and he doesn't hesitate for a second to stop the show to worry about her. (fluff) (2022)
DAYLIGHT MV: Y/N directs the music video for Daylight with just $300 for The Late Late Night Show. (fluff) (2022)
STAY A LITTLE LONGER: Inspired by that photo of Harry in Munich. (fluff, smut, vaginal unprotected sex, dirty talk, yn's so hot fr she's too much even for us) (2022)
MIDNIGHTS AT THE LOVE ON TOUR: Night 6 at Madison Square Garden just coincides with the announcement of Midnights, Taylor Swift's new album. (smut, vaginal unprotected sex, dirty talk, you know it)
CONCEPTS:
IN INK, I SWEAR: The night Harry and Y/N tattooed each other's something. (fluff) (2013)
A PECK WITH MISS FLO: It's the premiere of Don't Worry Darling, and Y/N and Florence kiss to make the world go even crazier. (fluff) (2022)
↑ READ MORE ABOUT FLORENCE X SF HERE :)
NOT YOUR DADA: A little girl mistakes Harry for her dad, and he can't get over it. (fluff) (2022)
FLU: Harry's sad that he has to postpone the concerts in Los Angeles due to a flu. (fluff) (2022)
INSTAGRAM CONCEPTS:
YOU STUBB YOUR TOE OR BREAK YOUR CAMERA: The story behind that line in Late Night Talking. (2020/2022)
IT'S GOOD TO BE BACK: It's the Venice Film Festival as well as the premiere of Don't Worry Darling, and Harry's apparently going to attend it alone. (aka the best ig concept i've ever made) (2022)
↑ IT'S GOOD TO BE BACK 2: My Policeman premiere at the Toronto International Film Festival. (2022)
TIKTOK INSPIRED:
WRONG RING: Y/N tells Harry that she wants to change the engagement ring. (2022)
LONG HAIR HARRY EDIT: Harry hears Y/N watching a tiktok about him. (2022)
TUCKING HER IN: Harry finishes his concert and goes to the dressing room, only to find Y/N cold asleep. (fluff) (2022)
check its tag to know more!
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wolfmoonmusic · 1 year
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Ok ok ok idea.... One direction x drummer!reader which follows them thru their first album and till now
i was thinking the reader is like zayn's frnd from before and when they need a drummer cuz their drummer got sick for the tour (just an idea) he remembers that she can play it rlly well
so she goes on tour....and becomes their bestie....sees the inside struggles...and shit
steal my girl is written for her...
and like...she's heart broken when zayn leaves (possibly because of harbored feelings???)
and she and zayn stop talking.... She sticks w Harry and becomes his back-up drummer and starts making music of her own otherwise
All the boys (except zayn) support her and shit....
reader had family problems and insecurities and stuff....so matilda by harry is written for her and its like a surprise
and like.....she's rlly upset cuz they were her found family and now they're broke apart
UNTIL The whole Gigi and Yolanda thing happened....and zayn goes thru some shit and he goes to the only person he knows as refugee which isssssss reader (ta daaa)
and then she manages to get them all together
Maybe I'd make like a whole universe type thing?? Ideas and questions welcome...send 'em in my ask box
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harryscherrypie · 2 years
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Scared? Of him?
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Harry Styles x fem!reader - can be read as best friends or as lovers (not specified)
summary - People on TikTok seem to be slightly scared of long-haired Harry, thankfully for them, you have some very incriminating proof that he wasn't scary at all.
warnings - fluff, nothing else, slight anti-larry talk? Is that even a warning?
wordcount - 2k
a/n - this popped into my head because I've been seeing these videos on my fyp, they are fun. I hope you liked this little thing I quickly put together.
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Everyone had a little past time to get through the boring hours while on tour. The past times went from the classics like crocheting and knitting to less traditional ones like rock painting, all of the band members had something to waste their time with.
When you went on Harry’s first tour with him, you found out that having a pastime was something necessary. You spent many hours at soundchecks or just sitting around in the dressing room, waiting for something to happen. Back then, you picked up on bullet journaling. It didn’t stick with you after the tour, because you didn’t have as much time as you used to, but you still kept the journals you filled and went through them when you were feeling nostalgic.
Your past time this time around wasn’t something you were proud of. While on the first tour, you could use the time to be productive and creative, this time, you just scrolled. You knew about TikTok for a few years. You never joined on because you knew you would stumble upon people who would hate on you, and you didn’t need that kind of negativity in your life.
But after all these years you finally gave in and downloaded the app. At first, the things you saw didn’t entertain you. You couldn’t spend more than 10 minutes on the app before you exited it out of boredom.
This was around the time of Harryween and you really wanted to see what people thought of both of Harry’s outfits. You gave in and searched his name in the search bar. Thousands upon thousands of videos popped up, mentioning Harry’s name, which even after years of him being famous, still made your head spin.
Since then, Harry has been one of the main topics on your fyp. Along with film edits, fashion, recipes, memes and travel montages, his face appeared quite a lot. At first, you weren’t at the One Direction side of the Harry side of TikTok, but soon after, the videos started to appear too. Edits, conspiracies, rankings, and to your dismay also Larry videos, you name it all.
After a while, you started noticing similar videos, to your absolute horror, calling Harry with his long hair scary and terrifying. You couldn’t wrap your head around that. Your Harry scary? Absolutely not.
You were friends since you were 12 and you were with him through all of his yearly glow-ups, which means also his long hair era. You could remember a lot of things from those years, with them being one of your favorites. He wasn’t scary. Never.
He was always the sweetest person you have ever met. Sure, he might’ve looked a bit more macho than he does now, but he compensated with his actions.
One of your fondest memories is teaching him how to braid friendship bracelets while you were on the boys' tour bus.
“Harry, don’t forget, this half is going to be done with the backward knots, it’s the background so we won’t need to do anything else with the strings yet,” you reminded as you hiked up the first string from the right to the top of your finger.
You were teaching him to make little heart friendship bracelets, which he begged you to do for quite some time. You picked up this hobby back when you were in primary school when all of your friends came back from summer camps and learned to make them during the summer holidays.
“Okay, so first, I do the chevron at the top of the heart through the whole length and tie the middle strings together to connect them to the bracelet,” he clarified and you nodded, muttering a ‘that’s right,’ as you started to braid the bracelet.
Things got a bit complicated when you got to the top of the heart. Harry started to mix up which sides to do which knots, and where to move the strings. You were almost done with your bracelet, while Harry was only on his second heart.
When you tied it finished, you looked over at Harry and you laughed under your breath. He sat on the couch, hunched over the coffee table with his hair falling into his face and his tongue sticking out in extreme concentration.
You sneakily took a picture and a short video of him before you took the hair band from your wrist and started tying his hair back, out of his face, into a neat bun at the base of his neck.
“You are doing great Haz,” you smiled and he shook his head.
“My fingertips are burning, why is it so hard?” He whined childishly and you chuckled at his antics.
“I’ve had a lot of practice over these years, if you practice a bit, you will get used to it, and it will get easier to grip the thread as well,” you explained and he nodded his head.
All of a sudden, he leaned closer to you and laid on top of you, pinning you to the couch with his body weight.
“I think I deserve a small nap, don’t you think? I’ve been working so hard,” he mumbled as he nuzzled against the collar of your shirt.
“Sure love, take a nap, I will be here,” you smoothed a hand over his hair, scratching his scalp lightly and he keened into your touch, making you smile.
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You had many videos to prove that Harry was still a big sweetheart, even with long hair. Whether it was him cooking you a midnight snack while you were tired, wearing a fluffy hot pink bathrobe with a sheet mask on his face, or him jumping up and down around your living room when he got the perfect score on the random demo of Just Dance on your old Xbox.
The more videos you saw, the more you wanted to post a video of him back in those days. You knew the videos weren’t malicious or making fun of him, but you had a soft spot for that era of Harry, maybe bigger than for the rest of his eras, and you needed to defend him and prove, that he actually wasn’t scary.
You brought it up to Harry one night while you were laying in his hotel room in Amsterdam, watching some random Dutch show on the telly.
“What would you think about me defending your long hair era, hm?” You asked absentmindedly as you massaged the palm of his right hand and fingers to help with the soreness of it and with the bloodstream.
“What do you mean?” He asked humorously as he looked away from the screen to stare at you intently.
“Well, I’ve seen a lot of videos on TikTok about you with your long hair, that you were kind of scary sometimes, and I have a soft spot for that era, you know that,” you explained as you kept digging your fingers into his flesh.
“Whatever you want love, just show me the videos you want to post, just in case,” he shrugged and you sat up beaming at him.
“Really, I can?” You smiled and he nodded.
“Of course, I don’t mind,” he smiled. You threw yourself at him, tucking yourself into him and squeezing his waist in a happy hug.
“Thank you, thank you,” you mumbled against the fabric of his shirt.
“You are welcome love,” he smiled.
And that got you here, ready to post your first, and probably the only TikTok ever.
After consulting with Harry, you picked out 3 short, but sweet and not too private snippets of Harry with his long hair.
The first one was the longest.
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He was sitting in front of the computer with a youtube video pulled up with a mess of hair ties, bobby pins brushes scattered around him.
You slowly approached from the back, capturing him as he messily tried to dutch braid his hair, now that it was finally long enough for him to be able to do that.
“You having a bit of trouble there sir?” You asked and Harry jumped slightly, dropping all of his messily braided hair from his hands.
“Noo, you made me drop it, I have to start again,” he pouted and your voice could be heard snickering from behind the camera.
“If you wouldn’t been mean to me earlier, you wouldn’t have to do this,” you pointed out and he slouched his form in defeat.
“But you were really, truly pulling my hair,” he pouted.
“I know, but if you didn’t have stupid comments, this wouldn’t be happening,” you teased. He went quiet for a while before he made grabby hands at you. You walked closer to him, finally having enough of teasing him.
“I’m sorry I said I could braid it better than you, I now know the error of my ways,” he mumbled against the plush of your stomach and buried his face against the soft fabric of your shirt.
“Okay mister, now let me braid your hair, otherwise you will get it all matted and tangled if you continue like this,” you pushed him back gently and he turned around with a dopey smile on his face.
That was where the clip ended and another one began.
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This one was set on the old tour bus. You and Harry were squished in Harry’s bunk with the curtain shut. The camera faced the two of you, showing your faces, which were scattered with star-shaped pimple patches and under-eye patches on your smiling faces. You had a habit of sometimes recording little vlogs at the end of the day and making a short summary of the last 24 hours.
“We visited the city today,” Harry cheered quietly and you nodded enthusiastically.
“We went to the louver and the Eiffel tower, and walked around the pretty streets,” you gushed and Harry smiled at you.
“Well, none of those were more beautiful than you, my dear,” he joked. Even though the sentence.
“Shut up and don’t talk too much because the star above your lip will fall off,” you put a finger against his mouth and he didn’t waste time and licked it.
“Eww, Harold,” you shrieked and immediately exited the bunk with a thud against the floor.
You flipped the camera and the screen showed a pouty-faced Harry as he reached his arm out, trying to get you back to the bunk bed.
“Come back, please,” he pleaded.
“Fine, but don’t be a disgusting pig, or I’ll leave and sleep next to Niall,” you warned and Harry nodded his head, showing he completely understood.
“Good,” you mumbled and ended the video.
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The picture cut into the third little video of you two sitting in front of mirrors in a dressing room for an event, you don’t even remember the name of. The video showed a frowning Harry as he looked down at his lap.
“Don’t frown,” you scolded jokingly and he looked up at you.
“I wanted to paint m’nails,” he murmured and you shook your head.
“I know bub, how about we paint them when we get back to the hotel hm?” You proposed and he nodded vigorously.
“That sounds good, we can even get matching colors,” Harry’s eyes lit up as he sat up. The hairstylist behind him tapped his shoulder to say that he should settle back down. He did as she asked, but a happy smile still played on his lips.
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You looked over the videos edited together at least a hundred times before you went on TikTok and started to record the beginning of your video.
“I’ve been hearing a lot of people saying that long-haired Harry was scary. I don’t agree and with Harry’s permission, I want to show you 3 little videos of him, after which you can’t look at him and see anything scary. Here they are,” you smiled and cut off the beginning. You edited it together so it didn’t have any mistakes and posted it with the caption.
“He was the moment, I miss him :(”
And now that you’ve created chaos on the internet, you turned off your notifications and went to cook some lunch for Harry and you.
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I hope you liked this one, I had so much fun writing this, so it would be awesome if you followed, reblogged, and liked, it would be very appreciated.
Thank you for reading <3
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themultifandomgal · 4 months
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From 2010- Audition
2010
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Waiting for her name to get called must be the most nerve racking times of her life. YN sits holding on to her dads hand as her leg jiggles up and down. Only being 16 and auditioning for the x-factor was never really part of her life plan. She was going to get a degree in law like her mother, Lisa, but when YN’s mum passed away YN knew it’s not what her mum would want her to do. Before Lisa passed away she told YN to follow her dreams and create music. So that’s why YN now sits in the waiting room for the X-factor.
"Your going to be alright YN calm down" my dad says as he squeezes my hand “your mum will up there with you on stage” I’m grateful that my dad encourages me so much, and so did my mum. Yes I know I can carry a tune since I have been lead in my school. But auditioning for the X facto is just another ball game. I just hope my voice will be enough for me to get through the audition. Only time will tell. It doesn’t seem like I’m waiting much longer when my name is called.
"YN the judges are ready for you now" I stand up and go over to the back of the stage. Where I greet a few other people
“Hi I’m Niall”
“YN” I shake his hand
“It’s nice to meet you YN. Hopefully we will both get through to the next round”
“Fingers crossed” I cross my fingers smiling. They then call his name and I wish him luck.
Finally it's time for my audition I walk on stage and stand on the X
"Hi sweetie what's your name and age" Nicole Scherzinger asks me
"Hi I'm YN YLN and I’m 16”
“Your 16?” Louis Walsh asks with raised eyebrows I’m guessing he’s surprised with my age so I nod my head confirming that I am only 16
“Yeah”
“Who have you brought here with you today?” he asks
“I’ve got my dad here with me”
"Ok and what song are you going to sing for us today?" Simon Cowell asks
"I'm going to sing I have nothing by Whitney Houston”
“That’s a tough song to sing” Nichole comments
“It was my mums favourite song. She passed away coming up to a year ago so I want to feel like she’s here with me”
"Ok good luck"
The music starts playing and I start singing. Thankfully I doesn’t get any buzzes which makes me sigh out of relief immediately once the song is over. The sound of the audience cheering brings tears to my eyes
“YN you should be so proud of yourself with that audition” Nicole says “you have such a unique voice. I’m speechless”
“Thank you” I sniffle into the microphone in my hand
“Your only 16, you’ve got a great voice you just a little more confidence in yourself” Louis says making me nod understanding
“Your good, very good but I think there’s something missing” Simon says making me feel nervous “but I’m willing to give you a chance. It’s a yes from me, Nicole?”
“It’s a yes”
“YN you’ve got 3 yes’ congratulations your through to the next round”
“Thank you so much” I wave running off the stage and straight into the arms of me dad who squeezes me tight
“Told you you’d be alright. I know your mum is super proud of you”
“Thanks dad”
When me and her dad arrive back home. I walk through the front door to see the rest of my family with balloon, banners and cakes. I just hope this will be the start of something amazing.
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be-with-me-so-happily · 11 months
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Love of My Life
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For the 'Even When The Night Changes' series
Summary: Y/N (stylist!yn) applies to be a styling intern for the One Direction crew during the Where We Are tour. As she gets better at her job and closer to the band and crew (especially Harry Styles), some of her dreams seem to be coming true, but so are some of her fears.
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A/N: As a celebration of the 1 year anniversary of this series, I wanted to give you something very special. Here it is. The wedding of Harry and Stylist Y/N.
Warnings: Fluff, fluff, fluff, oh and an emotional Niall
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August 2017
[Deep breaths, you're gonna be totally fine]
You purse your lips and exhale, doing your best to control your breathing and the butterflies uncontrollably fluttering around inside.
You're not scared. It's just a big moment. And even all the dreaming and planning didn't prepare you for the emotions and adrenaline coursing through your veins as you get ready to walk down the aisle.
"I wasn't privileged to have always been there for you, but I always will be kiddo. And I'm so honored to be here now." Dave states as he takes in a shaky breath. "You look beautiful, YN."
He lifts up the hand of yours that he has held in his, and twirls you under his arm, allowing you to show off your silk, fitted, sweetheart neckline bridal gown.
The moment is something you had wished for as a little girl, and then one you never thought you'd have as you grew older. Without your father in your life, this moment never seemed possible. But here you are, being doted over by Dave, and it is better than you ever could have imagined.
"Dave..." You reply, quivering in your words. "I can't… imagine… this moment without you."
You take a deep breath, wrap your hand around Dave's arm, and he nods when you turn your head to him.
"Let's get you to Harry." He winks.
You nod back to him and straighten up as you take the first steps.
Your heart leaps as you start to hear the first chords of your chosen song. To be more specific, Harry's chosen song.
You awake to the soft strumming of a guitar, and smile as you open your eyes to see Harry sitting up in bed and staring out the window with the instrument on his lap.
"What are you doing there, Rockstar?" You ask sleepily.
"Good morning, Sunshine." He turns around, a sweet smile displayed on his face. "I was just thinking about you, and the wedding…"
"Oh?"
"I think… if you don't mind… I think I have the perfect song for you to walk down the aisle to…" He states bashfully.
"Okay, H. Let's do it." You shrug.
"Yeah?" He grins. "Can it be a surprise?"
"I wouldn't expect anything less from you." You giggle.
The butterflies rise as you realize an instrumental version of 'Here Comes the Sun' by The Beatles is beginning to serenade you.
But with each step, the song begins to fade further into the background as the noise of your racing heartbeat takes its place. If you could focus on anything else, you'd notice all eyes on you. You'd hear the joyful sniffles from loved ones. You feel Dave patting your hand in encouragement and emotion. However, the closer you get to the end of the aisle, the more fixated you become on the man waiting there for you.
You cannot help the way your eyes wander up and down his frame, admiring how well his surprisingly buttoned white shirt fits his upper body, and the way his trousers hug his lower half in all the right ways.
[Skinny jeans who?]
He looks incredible. Not that he ever hasn't, but today he has reached his peak. No sheer black shirt, Saint Laurent jacket, or floral Gucci suit could ever compare to the way that he looks right there. But what makes it the best, is the sparkle in his gorgeous green eyes, and the wide brimming smile on his face. Those expressions are bigger and brighter than you've ever seen them, and your heart swells with love.
Suddenly, you're there, facing the man you still can't believe you're spending the rest of your life with. If anyone told you three years ago that this would be your future, you would have fainted from the lack of breath you'd have due to laughter. The thought of just being loved felt ridiculous back then. But to be loved by Harry Styles? Unfathomable. Yet, you have it even better. You are loved by Harry. Just Harry. And there he is before you, loving you, and waiting to take you as his wife.
"You're a lucky man, Harry." Dave utters, receiving an instant nod from the man he is addressing.
"I know." Harry responds, reaching his hand out as Dave lets go of yours. "Trust me, I know."
Dave gives you a kiss on the cheek and you give him the most appreciative smile you can muster. You know that you wouldn't be in this moment if it weren't for the way he loved your mother. He showed her, and then you, that it was possible to be cherished in exactly the way someone should be.
"You look… YN, you look…" Harry stumbles through his words, his eyes flickering up and down your body as you move beside him. They work their way back up to yours, and his other hand reaches to your cheek, using his thumb to gently caress your skin. "You're absolutely gorgeous."
"Looking really snazzy there yourself, H." You reply, your gaze never leaving his.
"Yeah, yeah. Everyone looks good. Now, can we do what we all came here for?"
Your attention is taken from each other as you both turn to look at the source of the voice beside you both.
Niall winks, prying open the notebook he brought to help him keep on track while officating the ceremony. You chuckle as he takes a deep breath, knowing full well that he may have a harder time keeping his composure than either you or Harry.
"Family and friends, we are here today to witness Harry and Y/N commit to one another. However, this was done in their hearts a long time ago. I would know, I was there."
The crowd chuckles.
"From the beginning, Y/N brightened something in Harry, and Harry ignited something in her. Even through the tough times, they were always tethered together somehow, they have always been in love."
Niall looks to you and winks again, a gesture to prove that he was right all along. From the beginning.
"Now, m'tryna keep it together, because I love these two loads. So, m'gonna keep it short."
Harry gently places his finger under your chin, and leads your gaze to meet his. You instantly see his bright eyes and beaming smile, causing you to forget where you are. You just stare into those gorgeous greens and everything feels right.
"It's… It's now time for the vows, and these two have written their own. So, get out your tissues and handkerchiefs, people." Niall suggests, pulling out his own in preparation.
"Bloody hell mate, I wanna get through this and you're not helping." Harry whispers, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a paper.
"Jesus. Okay. Haz, please read your vows out to Y/N."
Harry clears his throat and takes a deep breath, staring down at his paper before looking back up to you.
"Sunshine. I've used that name for you since the day we met. As soon as I saw you, and your bright presence, I was instantly drawn to you. From that day forward, you were always on my mind."
He looks up to you with a smirk, and small blush forming on his face, then looks back down to his words.
"You kept a strong guard of your heart, but you also quickly had a strong hold on mine, and I knew that it was yours from then on. Thank you, for trusting me with your own. Y/N, I promise that you'll never have to guard it again, because I'll keep it safe every day of my life. I would do anything for you, and I plan to prove that to you every single time I take a breath."
You hear Niall clear his throat, and make the mistake of quickly glancing over to him, seeing the glossy filter of emotion forming over his eyes.
"Don't you dare." You quietly plead, focusing back on Harry so he can continue.
"You know me, the real me, the deepest parts of me. You're the reason behind the man I am now, and the man I want to be, and I don't want to be anywhere else but with you. You are everything to me."
He pulls his lips inward for a moment, folding up his paper and grabbing your left hand for a kiss.
"I love you, Sunshine. Always."
You can hear a multitude of sniffles in the crowd, but refuse to look their way. You stay focused on him.
"Oh no. I'll lose it in a moment…" Niall states in a whisper. "Because now it's time for your vows, Superstar. Please read them to Harry."
You turn towards Natalie to grab the paper you spent very little time writing on. It wasn't hard to know what you wanted to say to the man standing in front of you.
Your gaze catches your best friends and you smile as you see the small lines in her makeup made clear by her tears.
"Damn it. He's good at that." She whispers.
"Yeah, too good."
You turn back to face Harry, getting lost in his eyes for a moment, yet again, and grab one of his hands with your own. You close your eyes and let out a strong exhale, opening them again to view the words you are about to express.
"Harry, since day one, you have changed my life. I was so scared to open up- to love someone, or be loved by someone. But then I met you. No one has ever made me feel so out of control, but yet also completely safe at the same time."
You pause, taking in a big inhale as you think about the sincerity of those words.
"I've had constant butterflies since the first moment you looked at me, and I knew nothing would be the same. That feeling will never go away."
A subtle shake of your head, and the swallowing down of the lump in your throat give you the ability to continue.
"You opened up my heart, and my world. I would have never experienced most of what I have if it weren't for you. You are everything I never knew I needed, and everything I never want to be without. You changed my life, and now you are my life."
You peer up to him and are taken into the trance that only he can do with you, awakening those same butterflies you had just mentioned before.
"I love you, Rockstar. Never a question."
"Oh boy. That was… yeah, beautiful you two." Niall quickly swipes his thumb under his eyes and clears his throat. "But I held it together."
"Umm…" you chuckle. "If you say so."
"Alright. Alright. Let's keep this going and get rings on fingers, 'cause I wanna get ya married!"
Mitch hands yours to Harry, and Natalie hands Harry's to you. You smile as you hold it in your palm, remembering the very first time you saw it. The thick gold band, surrounding a green peridot gem in the middle. The one you saw and instantly thought of him. The one you bought for him, and sent him for Christmas that first year you had been together, after the breakup. The one he kept that entire time, but never wore, in hopes that one day he can wear it for something special. The one he, apparently, kept for today.
He grabs both of your hands, rubbing his thumbs over your fingers, biting his lower lip as his right foot moves behind his left leg and begins to tap on the ground.
"Harry, do you take Y/N to be your wife? Will you cherish her, love her, support her, and commit to her through whatever life may throw at you?"
"I do."
"F'course you do." Niall winks.
Harry brings up your left hand for a kiss, looking up at you before he lowers it back down slightly, and gently slides your wedding ring onto your finger. You look down and the breath is taken from you. He asked to buy you a completely different and additional ring, not just a wedding band. Your engagement ring now sits on your other hand, and a beautiful gold floral band with a peridot stone in the center rests in its place. It matches the one you purchased for him, the gemstone representing August, for the month you met and now also for the moment you take his last name.
"And Y/N, do you take Harry to be your husband. Will you cherish him, love him, support him, and commit to him through whatever life may throw at you?"
"I do."
Tears begin to congregate at the corners of your eyes, and you dip your head down to place the ring on his finger. As your gaze comes back up, Harry's hand runs across your cheek to collect the moisture.
"We figured." Niall laughs, pulling you out of the love daze you're in and reminding you of the actual event taking place. "Alright, well, now for the best part! The internet gave me the power to say that I can now… oh geez… I can now pronounce you husband and wife!"
Cheers erupt from all around you, but your gazes and grins stay on each other, reveling in the moment you legally become one another's, though you know that happened in your hearts a long time ago.
"Now, kiss her you fool!" Someone, who sounds like your brother, shouts from their seat.
Unfazed, you watch as Harry glances over your lips, biting his own as both hands move to cup your cheeks.
Anyone else would expect to be pulled right in and lips firmly smashed together as the final step of the ceremony. But Harry slowly leans in, breath labored as if it is the first, but also most important, kiss between you too. His lips initially graze yours, causing a shiver over your skin as your hands slide up from his biceps to the back of his neck. He presses softly against you, pulling you in closer, his tongue gently teasing to be let in.
Time stands still. It's the perfect way to end the official event and begin your life as a married couple. You could be in that moment forever, but as your mind begins to flash to all the possibilities ahead for the two of you, your lips pull away. Looking up to Harry, you notice the gathering of tears in his eyes as you feel one or two of your own begin to trickle down.
"I don't want to let go of this moment." He whispers, words shared between just the two of you, despite the many eyes pointed your way.
"You don't have to." You quietly respond, a whirlwind of love, excitement, and joy taking over you completely. "I'm not going anywhere."
He smiles and pulls you in for another kiss, one with a little more passion, but the same amount of tenderness as before.
All of a sudden, there's the slight feeling of warm breath hitting between the two of you.
"But if you two don't move, no one gets to eat." Niall mumbles, causing you and Harry to smile against each other's lips, finding the comedy in the fact that even though this is a new journey for you two, some things will never change.
"Alright." Harry mutters, finally pulling back from you, his eyes still taking yours in. "Let's get this party started."
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"If the bride and groom could make their way to the dancefloor, it is time for their first dance as newlyweds."
Harry stands up and grabs your hand, helping you out of your seat and leading you to the center of the room.
"Now, don't be mad…"
"Oh god, that's never good." You chuckle.
"I have one more surprise for you." He states, giving you that mischievous smirk you are so used to seeing.
"Okay…" You reply nervously. You're not the biggest fan of surprises, and Harry knows this, but each one he has done for you has gone above and beyond any expectation you could ever have. It's not as though you need him to do it that way, but you know it's the way he likes to, and the thought he puts into it always shows how much he loves you.
Suddenly, the quick sound of drums hits your ears, and you instantly recognize his choice of song with the upbeat notes of the other instruments beginning to play.
"You picked a 'Starship' song?" You ask, eyebrows raised in curiosity and amusement. "Why?"
You reach your spot and he spins around to hold your waist, pulling you in as close as possible to his chest. You instinctively rest your head on his shoulder and feel the weight of his head as it rests on yours.
(Nothing's Gonna Stop Us Now)
Lookin' in your eyes
I see a paradise
This world that I've found is too good to be true
Standin' here beside you
Want so much to give you
This love in my heart that I'm feeling for you
"Umm… 'cause you were listening to them…" Harry begins, causing you to pull back your head, seeing the blush in his cheeks and his eyes flickering around as if in embarrassment.
[He's so cute when he's flustered, and it's funny that he still seems to get that way with you]
"The first time I walked in on you singing, in the dressing room, you were listening to a 'Starship' song." He explains.
"Such a sap." You chuckle as you sarcastically shake your head, your heart filling with every positive emotion you can feel at one time.
And we can build this dream together
Standing strong forever
Nothing's gonna stop us now
And if this world runs out of lovers
We'll still have each other
Nothing's gonna stop us
Nothing's gonna stop us now
"Thank you. I love it." You whisper to him, feeling those permanent butterflies as his lips gently kiss the top of your hair.
You lift your head, staring into the eyes that can pierce their way to your soul, and you cup his cheek, knowing that this is exactly where you were meant to be.
All the fear, adventure, heartbreak, fighting and waiting for each other was a difficult journey to experience, but it led you to this perfect moment, with this perfect man.
"Why are you so good to me?" You ask, watching as his eyes begin to glisten in the dim light of the room.
"Because you're the best thing that's ever happened to me." He smiles, carefully holding the back of your head and bringing you in for a kiss.
You smile against his lips and wrap your arms tighter around his neck, keeping his face close as he momentarily pulls away.
"You're my favorite person in the whole world, Mrs. Styles." He grins, and you wonder if he can feel your heart beating as strongly as you can feel his.
[That very first day he saw you, you were shocked that he knew your name, but now you are so happy and honored that you get to take his]
"And you will always be mine."
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fallingforel · 9 months
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“Drop the attitude” prompt with frat harry please? x
a/n: sorry for the M.I.A for the past few days have been going to arctic monkeys getting ready for it and getting over it but it's here and I hope you enjoy! As always my blog masterlist is here and this will give you a prompt list and any existing prompts that have already been made, anywhooo lets get on with the show
warnings: cursing, smoking. If there's any others please let me know.
none of my work is proofread, so please let me know of any errors and I will correct them.
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in which you're one directions tour manager and Harry's friend with benefits
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It was a slow day at work, travelling to the next city. not much was to be done other than making correct calls with the next venue to make sure there was enough space for buses to park round the back and to make sure that there was extra security, which there wasn't. So that made you even more stressed, than you already were trying to make the boys concentrate on what the layout for Tommorow was and whether or not they knew exactly what city they were in, which was hard to do when all they wanted to do was play video games and prank wars on eachother, they were still teenagers so there wasn't a lot you could do to keep them concentrated.
And it was safe to say it was pissing you off to no end, it was really hard to keep teenage boys attention for a matter of minutes before they find something else to do. So you had given up and gone to your bunk to finish the calls off to the appropriate people: one to the boys manager back home as a routine to make sure everything was going smoothly, you had been trusted with taking them from place to place setting up the venue, making sure soundcheck was good making sure none of them were injured; on your own as a 19 year old because you had been given such a good placement year for your second year and you weren't going to let it go at least not yet so you lied the best way you knew how since being in customer service roles since you were 15 had taught you, and you weren't going to let 5 short attention spanned boys let this slip through your fingers.
The other calls you had to make was a breeze, just making sure that extra security had been put in place for the next place you were about to pull into, it was needed for the morning not now as no one was around and you had triple checked.
It didn't take you long to pull into the venue, the other 3 tour buses pulled in and you had gone to check if the stage hands knew what they were doing what time soundcheck was and if they were all prepped before you sent them on your merry way to go and get some rest before heading to the last tour bus which was full of equipment to make sure that nothing had been damaged or lost in transportation to the new venue. After you had gone back outside pulling out a cigarette, because the stress had gotten too much for you, the constant shouting and screaming of the fans as well as the boys.
"you shouldn't smoke it's bad for you, how many times have I told you?" Harry said from behind you, not scaring you because you could hear footsteps getting closer to you. "You really think I care? Besides, your bandmates smoke so what's it to you?" "nothing. Don't care about them like I care about you sweetheart" he says before coming up behind you to hug you which you shrug off, beyond pissed at him for not paying attention to you when it was needed the most. "WOW, you don't even care about us?" Louis pipes up from beside him clearly overhearing what had been said between the two of you. "of course I care about you you dick" is all he says before running off to tussle with his bandmate. "don't care about me though, just a pitiless fuck to you." you say in a quiet whisper. Which unfortunately for you Paul overheard "oh Y/n love are you okay?" is all it takes to get you sobbing, which earns you a hug from Paul.
You two stay like that for god knows how long, "you gonna tell me what's going on kid?" Paul is the first to break the silence you two were in while you finished your cigarette. "It's just all so hard you know? I mean how am I supposed to maintain a career and a boyfriend who I manage as part of that career. Not to mention it is so hard to gain his attention, all the time whether it be just us two to get out our needs or to get the whole bands attention for an opinion on what songs they want to sing that night, or what they want to wear or what they-" Paul cuts you off clearly knowing that you were going to break down again
"yes, it is hard I get that, but what you have to remember is that they are teenage boys who got put into a boyband so young, Harry the youngest, who have never known what it's like to endure this. This is their second time doing this so they haven't got the grasp of it fully. But, they will. As for your's and Harry's relationship, I can't speak on, but what I do know is that you can't juggle both, so it's either, you make it a full time thing between you trying not to blur the line, that is so hard to find, between your jobs and your relationship or you cut ties before one of you gets hurt."
"thanks Paul, you always have such a way with words" Is all you say before he is needed elsewhere and he's giving you a wink and standing up from the curb and leaving you.
Lou, then comes over. "Are you okay, darling? I know how challenging these lot can be trust me, try getting their attention to stay in a chair for an hour there's always one that doesn't want to co-operate but trust me you will find a way y/n" and that got you thinking over ways to make them have your undivided attention, before finally heading back to your designated tour bus bunk to get some shut eye.
when you got into your bunk after getting ready for sleep, Harry was waiting opening the covers for you to clamber in which you didn't instead you turned around going into the back of the bus and settling down into the sofa, it was a few moments until the door burst open and Harry came clambering in and sat on the sofa beside you.
"What the fuck Y/n?"
"get lost Harry, I don't want to speak to you right now. Certainly don't want to be in your proximity, now leave so I can go to bed."
"drop the attitude Y/n, I've been nothing but nice to you these past few days, now tell me what I've done to make you a sour headed bitch today"
"Nothing but nice?" you say with a sarcastic chuckle. "let's see first off you just ignore me when I'm trying to get you to concentrate on your job, figuring out what your wearing if you know where to get on and off the stage, where the stage is. Hell, what fucking city your in. least you could do is answer me when I ask you questions, but instead I'm met with yeahs which doesn't answer my questions it literally doesn't take you that long to answer me. The second thing, what the fuck was that smoking thing, we are not in a relationship so you don't get to talk to me like that. I think we have got the lines blurred between our jobs and our relationship, that we're not even in. so I think it's in our best interest to cut ties while we still can and no one gets hurt, just while I'm here being your tour manager but when I go back to University and you go back on your next tour we can see if something is still there."
"lot to unpack there. Look I promise you, you will have my undivided attention from now on and I will try to get the others to concentrate. as for the smoking thing, I'm sorry. It's just I care about you a fucking whole lot, and yes I shouldn't even have said it especially while we're not even in a relationship, but that's just the thing y/n I wish we were, I hate this friends with benefits it makes me seem just like the womaniser the media portray me and you know how much I hate that image. It fucking kills me that you don't want to continue whatever we have right now, but I understand your doing your job and you don't want to blur anymore lines between us so, I promise you this Y/n, I will wait for you however long it takes for you to come around and back to me, whether that be after you have finished your placement year, while your still our tour manager, when you have graduated from university. However long it may be, I'll be here waiting here for you Baby."
"Thank you Harry. Friends?" you ask with your hand held out as a peace offering for him to shake.
"Friends." he agrees shaking your hand.
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fakesocialmediaa · 9 months
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Y/n L/n
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Itsmey/n My love 💍 💐 @ liampayne
Liam Payne
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Liam Payne I’m officially a married man thank you for saying I do I promise I’m gonna do my very best to make you happy every day for the rest of our lives @ Itsmey/n
Y/n L/n
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Itsmey/n I do I do I do Mr and Mrs Payne has a nice ring to it here’s to you and me forever my love ❤️ @ liampayne
Part 5
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Request: Could you do a post one with each of the One Direction boys on your wedding day to each of them
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Request: Can u do a marriage reveal with Liam Payne
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itsprashimusic · 2 years
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After so long (famous!male singer x gn!reader)
A/N - just something i wrote quickly on the app. wanted to update since its been nearly a week. you can imagine any male singer in this but i wrote this with Louis Tomlinson in mind. kinda been wanting to write something for him and/or 1D lately so, gave this a shot. also ik that this gif has women in it, but it really matched what this blurb is gonna feel like sooooo anyhoo, happy reading! <3
- prashi
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You lay on the fluffy carpet, back against the sofa where you were reading one of the new books your boyfriend bought for you. You were so engrossed in it you didn't hear a set of keys jingling in the lock and the door opening.
Only when you felt a presence near you did you realise someone was standing next to you. It was your boyfriend. He was on a nearly year long tour. You could only think of him the entire day and was able to distract yourself with great difficulty, by reading a mystery book.
Upon seeing him you threw your book aside, jumping up to hug him. You felt tears in your eyes and let them fall. Sure you'd text each other, video call etc but there is something different about the person being there physically.
Its not something that easily explainable, but if I have to, its like missing a part of you. You don't know how much you crave that person in your life until they are no longer there. And when they are with you, only then do you realise how much their absence affected you.
The empty home, the piano getting dusty, the broken guitar string you have no idea how to change (p.s. you broke it), the silence, all of that is about to fade away with just the coming home of your partner.
Putting his head on top of yours, he kisses your head. Holds you close, rubs your cold arms to warm them up. "I missed you so much, darling," he said while still holding you.
"I missed you too love, so much."
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inmyblueparadise · 1 year
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could u do a part two of the story ab the never have i ever and the mile high club thing and the aftermath of the show where the guys are all interrogating y/n and upset. if not that’s ok :) thankss luv
Hi lovie ! I didn't plan on doing a second part, so I hope you like it ! Sorry it's a bit short :) xx
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You knew the second you heard that you were playing Never I Have Ever on TV, that you would get in trouble somehow.
And right you were !
It started the second you set foot in the dressing room. You sat on your makeup chair to get a little touch-up before leaving the building, knowing that fans and paparazzi were waiting for you.
So Angel, want to talk about the bombshell you dropped on us on tv ? 
Honesty Louis ? Not really
I thought we were family, why didn't you tell us ? 
And as much as you loved your boys, this comment pissed you off a bit.
Since when am I required to tell you every little detail of my sex life ? Because I don't remember asking you guys how it went every time I heard you fucking on the tour bus ? Or when you left early with your girlfriends ? Or even when you left a party with a random girl ! 
Common' Angel it's not...
It's not what ? The same ? Really Harry ? All of you want to talk about honesty ? I didn't know you were seeing Taylor, H ! I had to hear from it on Twitter ! 
Babe...
No ! I love you guys, really, I couldn't imagine my life without you, you literally are a part of me, but I'm not comfortable talking about this part. You know most of my life, hell, I told Niall about my first time ! But this story, has fun as you think it could be, I was not comfortable with it at the time. It was awkward and lonely and I felt used, so sorry if I didn't want my brothers to look at me with pity ! Exactly like you are doing right now ! 
Oh Y/N ! We would never judge you or make fun of you babe, you just took us by surprise that's all..
But Harry didn't have the chance to finish before the door slammed open. And you knew that you were going to get yelled at from the look your manager was giving you.
WHAT. THE. FUCK. WERE YOU THINKING Y/N ? 
You could only look at him, narrowing your eyes, waiting for him to continue. You felt the boys tense behind you.
DO YOU KNOW WHAT THE REPERCUSSIONS ARE GOING TO BE ? YOU'VE JUST FUCKED UP EVERYTHING !
But it was too late, you were done being the good girl they wanted you to be, you were 19 for christ's sake !
I fucked up everything ? How about you take a step back and think for a second? You want us to sing about sex, but not talk about it ? Do you really think people hear us sing about sex, late nights, and wanting someone, and they think 'oh yeah those guys are virgins' I mean come on ! Should I do your fucking job and list the songs for you ? Rock Me ? Temporary Fix ? No Control ? Should I go on ? 
It's not the point Y/N..
You felt Liam and Harry back you up, ready to help but you held your hand. You were done being treated this way by men who only see you as a cash cow.
Is it not ? You have no problems with letting the media say Harry is a womanizer, of having the boys take their shirts off or even having me in a bikini, but having me talking about sex is where you draw the line ? Tell me, I think there is a world for this ?
I'll help you out Angel, that's called sexism
Oh thank you Niall, that's it. It's sexist ! You throw me to the wolf, have me in PR's relationship, on a magazine cover barely covered, but me being truthful in an interview is not ok ? I'm not a toy you can play with, I'm a person, I'm a woman and I'm done being treated like a child. 
You could hear a pin drop in the room. It was the first time you had stood up to the management for yourself, sure you had yelled at them a few times about how they treated the boys, but never you. And finally, at 19, you were taking the power. And god it felt good ! That's when you heard it. Someone clapping behind you. All your boys were looking at you, eyes shining with pride.
You had discovered yourself that day. Has the boys said, the baby grew up.
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valentinajadehill · 8 months
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one direction masterlist
made in the am
late late show
spill your guts
never have i ever
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reconnecting
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