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paris is known as the city of love, but why is your heartbreaking

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A/N: Hi friends! As you can see by the word count i have no control when it comes to harry and bel. this was requested by a lovely anon about wanting some angst and well i hope i delivered.

Warnings: panic attack, angst

you can read more of harry and bel here love on tour series sending you lots of love 🤍🤍🤍

New York City, New York

There’s always something new happening in your life. The never-ending cycle of work, rest, and repeat. As much fun as you had with Harry during his Wembley shows in London, getting to celebrate with friends and families, you had to leave. Work did not wait for you as much as you wished it did.

The only good thing about leaving Harry was that there was already a set date for when you would see him again. Paris is where you would reunite as Harry decided he wanted to spend a few days with you in the City of Love as cheesy as he was because after you had to begin pre-production for a new movie. You’d head out early and leave the day after the show as he would be heading to Belgium.

Luckily for you, both would be busy, meaning time would move faster. Harry had stadiums to sing and dance to while you had scripts to memorize and photoshoots to be taken. You were in New York shooting with Tyler Mitchell for your cover of Harper’s Bazaar. The interview had already taken place; the last part was the photo session. You were glad Tyler was available as he is someone you loved working with, as he had a way of capturing the subject through his lens.

You were glad to be back in New York for a week enjoying all the walking you got to do. Many paparazzi are lingering around, but you have proved stealthy when moving around. Naomi and Sarai were busy camping in Yosemite, getting ready to hike Half Dome, a hike that could take up to 10-12 hours. You did not envy them. All you wished for was they had a great time and returned home safely.

New York alone would not be a problem. It meant you had time for things you hadn’t done in the longest time, such as visiting a Broadway show or visiting your god-daughter Violet and her father, Alex. There were new restaurants you wanted to try, and you were happy to do that alone.

You had finally finished with your shoot. It was outfit after outfit. It was fun when you started, but new hairstyles and makeup get repetitive after the first few hours. Thankfully, the team you were working with made it fun, and as soon as they called it for the day, everyone cheered for a job well done. You made sure to say goodbye to the entire crew as you were leaving, thanking them for being part of the project.

Silas, your driver, had asked if you wanted to go back home or out for some dinner when your phone rang. You felt your heart rate pick up at the chance of it being Harry but looked at the time on the dash and knew it wouldn’t be him as in Oslo sleeping off another successful show. You spoke with him earlier in the day before the shoot wishing him luck and that you’d be thinking of him. Harry sent you a photo of him in his outfit for the day, and you were left in awe of how gorgeous he looked.

Instead, the caller read Genesis, your co-star in the newest season of The Umbrella Academy, that your friends and family had congratulated you on the show’s success. You had to do a few interviews because the story was not focused on you. That’s something you reminded Viola, who assured you that the number of talk shows and interviews would be smaller, and thankfully they had been.

“Hi lovely, how are you?” You greet when you connect the call.

“Y/N, amor. I’m good. Heard you’re in New York,” Genesis cuts straight to the point.

You laugh, “I am. Wrapped up for the day, deciding what to eat for dinner.”

Someone is whispering beside her; it sounds oddly familiar. “How great. Would you like to join us at Sushi Seki for dinner?”

“On first?”

“The very one.”

“I can be there in twenty,” you offer.

“Perfect.”

“Who’s us?”

There’s arguing, then a new voice reaches your ear as you finish giving Silas directions to the restaurant.

“It’s your favorite person,” the voice greets.

A smile overtakes your face, “David!”

“The one and only.”

“Oh, I can’t wait to squeeze you both.”

“Feeling is mutual,” they both shout.

You make it under the promised time. Silas says he’ll only be a few blocks away to call or text him when you’re ready to go home. He’s an older man who loves telling stories about the city he moved to at eighteen. His wife and kids are his pride and joy, and as much as you offered him time to retire to spend time with his wife, he says she’s not ready to be done teaching and needs something to do for the time being.

“Have a great dinner, Miss Belmonte.”

“You’re welcome to come in,” you offer.

He shakes his head, laughing, “as always, thank you, but not today.”

“Another time,” you make him promise.

“Of course.”

You head into the restaurant giving Genesis’ name; the young hostess walks you, assuring you that your waiter will be over soon.

“Y/N Belmonte!” David shoots out of his seat, pulling you into a bear hug and knocking the wind out of you. Genesis bumps him out of the way, takes you into her arms, and then ushers you into the seat.

You laugh because these are your friends, you missed having them around. As actors, they understand the constant travel from location to location and the never-ending press interviews. But here, you get to just tell dumb stories and catch up.

You and Genesis have not spoken as often, but it’s clear time is not a factor as she fills you in on her life. While you and David are constantly communicating, from emails to texts to having your assistants in contact. You are starring in a romance film that begins filming in Spring 2023. You and David are similar; both Hispanic, embracing your culture and showing that part of ourselves in each role we play. You’ve admired his work for a long time, but after working with him, you’re an even bigger fan. He will say the same about you, always making sure to sing your praise even when you tell him not to.

You remember speaking with Matthew Lopez, the screenwriter and director of this romantic movie, and how he approached you to be the lead after letting you read the script, and you were hooked. The screentest with David was easily the best you had, and it was a no-brainer to you and Matthew, who deserved the role. All three of you were excited to embark on this journey, as your Hispanic background was something you all shared. It would make for an even more safe and more diverse set.

David said you spoke a lot about your boyfriend, Harry, but he didn’t blame you because he sounded like a fantastic partner. He admitted to being a fan and hopefully would get to meet him soon. This project was still under wraps, not a single word out about it, and you were all hoping for it to stay that way until next year after Matthew had finished filming his directorial debut, Red White and Royal Blue. Not a single soul knew about the project besides your managers and assistants that had to coordinate the shooting days.

You shared a knowing smile with David as Genesis demanded to hear all about your boyfriend and how you bought a house in London.

“She is half English, you know,” David tells her.

Genesis reaches over to slap his shoulder. “Cabrón. Claro que se.”

“Hey, no need to call me a dumbass,” he pouts.

“Be nice. He wears his heart on his sleeve, remember,” you joke because as much as you love David, you never know what’s going on in his head.

“Ha ha.” David rolls his eyes.

“Back to Bel,”

You pout, “I feel like all I’ve done is talk.”

“That’s cause we never see you anymore,” Genesis reminds you.

“Miss booked and busy,” David teases.

“Always a phone call away.” They give you a stare, and you sigh, “fine, always a text away.”

After dinner, you all called it quits having busy days planned for tomorrow. Silas says he should be there in five, while Genesis says you must get breakfast together alone before leaving. You promise to squeeze her into your busy schedule.

That leaves you and David chatting as he waits for your driver to arrive. He promises he doesn’t mind waiting for his mother would kill him if she knew he left you alone waiting for your ride. Conversation flows easy; you’re laughing at a dumb joke he made that you don’t notice a camera pointed in your direction or the flash that accompanied it.

Your team would not inform you about the photos that were quick to spread through all types of fan accounts because it’s not something you ever worried about, and it wasn’t affecting you negatively for it to be mentioned. Social media is not something you concern yourself over; if anything, Instagram was the only form of media you used because you loved seeing all of Harry’s photos. Also, the easiest way to keep up with your friends and family.

Only a few more days in New York, then you’d finally be home.

Oslo, Norway

Harry loved performing.

His mum always told him he was made for the stage, made to make an impact on everything around him.

Here he was performing in sold-out stadiums filled for him. Never in his wildest dreams did he think he’d get to do this again, but here he is achieving these dreams. Even better is that he’s so loved by his family and friends but most importantly by his girlfriend, Bel.

Bel was his best friend. You spoiled him by joining his US tour for a few months because now, whenever he turns a corner, he hopes to find you. Yet, knew that was not possible. He was lucky enough that Bel joined him for the start of the tour. Where Bel got to see him play his first stadium and meet more of his family and friends they didn’t see during the holidays.

Harry had said goodnight to the band and headed to his room for the night, ready to travel to France tomorrow.

As he lay in bed, he pulled out his phone seeing a text message from Jeff. It linked him to Twitter, where an E News headline was speaking about Bel; curious why Jeff sent it, he opened the link.

There was a photo of Bel looking as beautiful as ever from one of her past red carpets and alongside her was someone that wasn’t familiar to Harry. He had a lovely face and an even nicer beard.

The headline read: Y/N Belmonte and David Castañeda set to star in a Romance film set to start filming Spring 2023. Here’s what we know so far.

He exited that one only to find another: Sparks lying between the newest co-stars.

Harry frowns at his phone; he doesn’t know about any new movies you’d be doing or who this person you were spotted with was. You had told him your upcoming schedule but not your future plans. He’d still be touring, and you’d be filming. It meant more coordinating schedules and facetime dates. He’d do anything for you, but there were times he wished he could have you at his sides.

He went back online and saw your name trending, and right below you was David Castañeda. All everyone seemed to be talking about was Y/N and David. Harry was curious as to what fans were saying.

@fan101 THIS IS THE BEST DAY!!!!! Hispanic actors taking over!!

@fan2 David y Y/N irán por el oscar (David and Y/N going for the oscar)

@fan3 First, we get David and Y/N having dinner. Now they’re in a movie together

@fan1 I’M SHIPPING THEM SO HARD

@fan4 WHY DO THEY MAKE THE CUTEST COUPLE

@fan20 THE CONTENT WE WILL BE GETTING

@fan44 why do they look like the perfect couple??? sorry to her boyfriend, but damn, you got competition.

The tweets were endless. All talking about what a lovely couple you’d made together with David and singing his praise about how he’s a respectable man who would treat her well as he didn’t ever post about his relationship. Harry felt his heart sink because their relationship was out there, yet they wanted to see her with someone else.

Harry knew he should close the app and go to bed, but it’s like he couldn’t. Through scrolling, he found a fan account that tweeted a photo of Bel and David hugging and another where he helped her into the car. It looked intimate and like the fan invaded a private moment. He remembered you mentioned dinner with friends but didn’t know it was just one.

Below that tweet was paparazzi photos from a few hours ago. There was a thread of images. The first showed Bel in a bookshop smiling down at a book. His pretty girl.

The next few made him feel queasy. David was standing next to you, looking at the book you were holding. In his hand were around three or four more books. A few more showed you paying for your books and taking the bag. Except when you walked out, you were no longer holding the bag. No, David was seen holding the bag as he held the door open for you. A few more of you strolling away, oblivious to the cameras around you.

Harry closed his phone after that. He had seen enough. It was clear what he was seeing. At least he thought it was. His mind was clouded, and he knew he was jealous. Going to sleep is what he should be doing as it was close to midnight, but instead, he pulled up your contact number and rang you. It was close to six pm for you. There was no way you wouldn’t answer.

He didn’t know what he wanted to say. You must have seen this; Viola must have shown you, or Emerson must have texted you to update you and address the situation. Harry had no idea what was going on, and he hated that. All he knew was that he wanted to hear your voice. You answered on the third ring.

“Amor, hi. A bit late, no?”

“Missed you, is all.” Harry sighs as he hears you giggle.

“Miss you, too, amor.”

“How’s New York?”

“Busy. You know the city never sleeps.”

“Mhm.”

“Violet and Alex say hello.”

“That’s sweet. You’ve only met up with them so far.”

“No, I met up with other friends. Remember I mentioned it a day or so ago.”

Harry notices you don’t name any names.

“Anyone, I know?”

You frown; he’s never asked about that before. “No, actually, haven’t introduced you to them. They weren’t in the city when we were here in November.”

“Okay.”

You notice the tone in his voice now. Something is clearly going on.

“H?”

“Yes, love?”

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” he’s quick to reply.

Another sign.

After your fight in Los Angeles, he got better at communicating with you. He wasn’t as hesitant to share, and neither were you. The trust you had built together had come a long way. Which surprised you why now he wasn’t willing to continue to do the same.

“Was it a bad show?”

“No, it was a good night. Had the best time,” he mutters.

You sigh, “that’s great. I’m happy to hear that.”

Silence falls between you both.

“It’s okay if you don’t want to tell me. I understand.” You pause, hoping he understands you don’t want to pressure him if he’s not comfortable. “I’m here for you. If you do.”

“Bel.”

“We can talk about the show. Or how Violet loves drawing now.”

Harry knows you’re trying to help, but it only upsets him for some reason. You were out essentially with someone else, and everyone is calling it a date. He knows he shouldn’t listen to the media and how effortlessly they twist words and can manipulate photos, but this hit too close. He didn’t know how insecure he had felt until he saw the images. Until he felt like he might really lose you.

“Alex says he had to stick construction paper along the walls because it’s her favorite place to draw. He didn’t want to risk the white walls to her wild drawings.” You share, laughing at the story, hoping to get him laughing with you as well.

It doesn’t work.

“I’m excited to see you, H.”

Harry cracks a small smile, one he wishes you could see, “three days.”

“Three days,” you repeat.

“Paris is nice this time of year.”

“Yeah, think we’ll have a chance to walk around? Visit a museum or two,” you sound excited at the thought, as if you’d both be able to blend in with no fans approaching you for the day.

And just like that, all his feelings are back. Harry wants to take you on museum dates and not worry about who sees them. He wants to be a regular guy taking his girlfriend out on dates, but neither of them live normal lives.

“Bel, I–”

“You alright, H?” Your voice is full of concern.

“Saw the news about the new movie,” he says.

“Movie?”

“With Matthew Lopez as director.”

“Shit.”

Harry frowns at your response. “Did you not know you were cast?”

You chuckle under your breath, “I knew.” He hears a lot of shuffling before you talk again. “The news wasn’t supposed to break. The script is being finalized as well as securing shooting locations.”

“Oh, that’s–” Harry doesn’t know what to say. Then why were you with your co-star?

“Fuck, Viola says it’s all okay. Only positive feedback,” you breathe out, relieved.

“Helps that you were spotted with your co-star,” Harry mutters under his breath.

“What?”

“Your co-star David. Paparazzi photos of you online everywhere from when you had dinner together to your bookstore date,” Harry tells you, not holding back his anger anymore.

That’s when it all clicks for you, as you pull up Twitter on your laptop and see everything everyone is saying. Nothing terrible, which makes things easier to navigate.

“David and I met when shooting Umbrella Academy, H. Beginning of the year, just friends.” You try to assure him.

“You’re not spotted with any other of the cast,” he argues back.

“Whoever took that photo must have not got when Genesis was there another co-star. He stayed until my car arrived only two minutes later.” You wait for a response but get nothing.

Harry sits there, taking in all the information. Just a friend, he has lots of friends. He doesn’t have any friendships that look at him like David looked at you.

“And the bookstore?”

“He was leaving the city today. He wanted a gift for his mother, and I found some I was interested in. That’s all. I met up with Alex after leaving him.” You feel sick to your stomach because you’re defending yourself. You have no idea what he’s thinking, but explaining who you were with and what the photo looks like leaves a nasty pit in your stomach.

Harry stays silent. He believes you; of course, he does. There is no reason for you to lie to him.

“You should post a photo or something,” he throws it out there.

“I’m sorry, what?”

Harry seemed to have caught you off guard; he has no problem explaining what he means. “To remind them who you’re dating.”

“That–that doesn’t seem necessary.”

“It does if you’re being shipped with him.” His voice was stern, as if this wasn’t something he’d change his mind about.

“People online don’t matter. Who cares what they say?”

“I care,” Harry shouts.

“Since when,” he hates that your tone is neutral. He hates not being able to see you and see everything you’re feeling right now. “You just want to stake your claim, Harry.”

“No.”

He isn’t, right? That’s not why he asked you to do that.

“It’s no one’s business.” You remind him, just as you had done many months before.

“It is when they are disrespecting our relationship.”

“H,” you breathe softly, “it’s no one’s business but ours.”

“It’s like you’re hiding me,” he says, offended.

“I’m not causing an uproar just because you’re feeling jealous.”

“It’s not that.”

“Yes, it is. You wouldn’t have called me if you didn’t see the photos. You didn’t want to talk to me. You wanted me to do as you said and make the world see that I’m yours and not his. Because you knew my words weren’t enough to assure you. And honestly, Harry, I don’t know what that says about us.”

“Bel–”

“Harry, you’re jealous. You should go to bed.” Your tone had no room for argument.

“Bel, you aren’t listening!”

“No, I am. You’re jealous and have already decided how this should be fixed by photos of some PDA as if I’m not flying out to Paris to see you in a matter of days. As if your team doesn’t post behind the scenes of us.”

“This would fix everything.”

“You just want me to agree.” You’re fed up. You heard enough.

“No, of course not.”

“But you’ll be upset if I don’t.”

His silence is answer enough.

Harry can’t stop running his hand through his hair; he wishes you were having this conversation in person.

“Maybe it’s best I stay here,” you whisper.

Harry lets the words sink in. Bel doesn’t want to come to Paris, doesn’t want to see him.

The silence must last too long because he hears a sniffle through the phone and feels his heart crack.

“What?” Harry pushes the covers off of him and paces the small room of his tour bus. “Bel, please come,” he pleads.

It’s like you’re not even listening to a word he said.

“You need to think this over.”

“No, please. Can’t leave it like this.”

“I’ll let Luis know about the changes.”

Harry feels the tears tumbling over because how did he mess this up so fast.

How did he lose you?

“Darling, love, baby,” he begs.

“It’s late. You should sleep.”

“Bel,” Harry cries into the phone.

You clear your throat, and he knows you’re crying. It’s all his fault. He messed up. Now he can’t even fix it.

“I love you.”

Bel hangs up before he can say it back. He stares down at his phone and cries. He crawls into bed and calls you back. It rings and rings until he gets your voicemail. He tries again. This time it’s straight to voicemail.

Harry doesn’t know what to do.

There’s no way he can get on a plane to fly to you. He would in a heartbeat if he knew Jeff wouldn’t kill him. If he didn’t have hundreds of people employed relying on him.

All he can do is wallow in pity and hope you’d answer his call for lunch as you’ve done every day for the past week.

New York City, New York

At two o’clock, your phone rings just as it has since you left Harry. It was lunchtime for him and breakfast for you. Just yesterday, you would have answered the call in a heartbeat, but now you watch it ring until it stops. Everything in you wants to pick up the call and apologize to tell him that you’ll still be getting on the flight, but the hurt you felt last night wins over.

He rings you once more before he stops. It’s a new ringtone now, not the one you have designated for Harry, and you peek over to see who’s calling. First, it’s Jeff, followed by Tommy and Sarah.

You sigh; of course, you won’t answer. Those are your mutual friends, but at the end of the day, they were Harry’s first. You were in no mood to hear from them. The two people you did want to talk to were in Yosemite with no signal. It felt like you were on your own, and you hated that.

You hadn’t felt this alone since losing your grandparents. There was no one you wanted to reach out to. No one could help. It was just you and all your feelings. So that’s what you did. You ordered take-out and cried in your apartment because you wished to never feel this alone ever again.

It was consuming you. You knew it would if you didn’t do something about it. The thing was, right now, you didn’t care.

The days seemed to blink by. You were supposed to get on a plane to Paris in a few hours. Your suitcase had been backed long before your fight. There were endless messages from Harry and all his friends on tour with him asking how I was doing and that they were excited to see me. All messages were left unread, as were the calls.

His sister called you, but you chose to ignore her as well. They were best friends, and you knew she had to know what was happening. Harry told her everything. A call with her and you’d be getting on a flight to Harry because that’s what a good sister does stand by your side through everything.

You miss him, but that phone call hurt.

You felt how much he questioned you and your relationship. You thought no one could hurt your relationship. You never expected each other to be the cause.

Before you could continue wallowing in self-pity, your phone rings, and you’re quick to answer as you hear a familiar Spice Girls song fill the quiet room.

“It’s safe to say you survived then.” A genuine smile takes over their face as Naomi’s laughter settles in.

“Haha, my body feels like it didn’t.”

“Photos prove otherwise.”

Naomi groans, “Sarai was adamant we posted. I was crying coming down the mountain, knowing I had all those miles back to camp.”

“No wonder she captured your backside,” you tease.

“Yeah, yeah. I was calling for something else.”

You pout, although she can’t see. “Not because you miss me.”

“Checked to see if you’re all packed for Paris.”

And just like that, the facade is gone. Naomi’s call wasn’t random. It was a check-in.

“What do you know?”

“Hmmm, what do you mean?” You heard her voice rise an octave. She was always a bad liar.

“Naomi, we both know you can’t lie. Should have let Sarai take the call.”

“Fine, fine. He’s just worried, and so am I. Why didn’t you call me?”

“Because you were in the forest with no signal.”

“Good point.” You hear her take a deep breath muttering to someone next to her. “Who did you call?”

You fall silent. Think of a name, any name.

“Bel,” she sighs in disappointment.

“Who could I call? You and Sarai were unavailable, and as much as I know, I have other people they don’t know enough to understand. And those who do…were with him right now. I know they’d all have told me to get on a flight to him.”

“You don’t know that.”

“But I do. They’re his friend,” you remind Namoi.

“Don’t do this to yourself. They are your friends as well. You just haven’t given them the chance to prove that to you.”

And that doesn’t sit well with you because Naomi is right. You thought they’d all side with Harry but knowing Harry, he wouldn’t have shared anything about your argument. They were trying to be good friends, and you foolishly pushed them away.

“I–I didn’t think about it like that.”

“And that’s okay. You’re not used to having people there for you, but they are.”

It’s always been hard to accept others cared for you; with Harry, it came easy, yet you ran away from him at the first sign of trouble.

“Harry didn’t call me.”

You frown, “then who did.”

“Well, he did. But Mitch called first because you had ignored everyone’s calls, including his.”

“I didn’t know Mitch called.” The grimace on your face grows because you know he must have called when you shut your phone off.

“Listen, you don’t have to tell me about the fight, but you owe yourself to figure it out, whether by giving him a call or getting on that flight.”

Naomi tells you no longer beating around the bush.

“Do you think he’d want me there?”

“I think if he didn’t have sold-out concerts lined up night after night, he would already be in New York asking you to talk.”

“He is a big rom-com fan.”

“We know,” she jokes.

“Okay. I… I’m going to get on that flight in a few hours to Paris,” You tell her confidently, and for the first time in days, you feel peace settle over you but know you won’t be okay until you’ve spoken with him.

“Take a nap. Knowing you, you probably haven’t slept since you last talked with him.”

“I’ll do that.”

And with a clear head, you closed your eyes, knowing that you’d be on a flight to Paris in a few hours and one step closer to being with Harry. It would all be alright.

You woke up to a buzzing by your head and knew it was your alarm. Time to make it for your flight. The strange thing was that it didn’t keep on ringing and had you sitting up in seconds. You picked up your phone and saw the time. It read: 11:10. Your flight was at 11:30. The buzzing was a text from Harry.

Harry

I’ll be at the airport. xx

Oh no.

You were going to miss your flight.

Everything that could go wrong did go wrong. Why did you decide to take a nap? Why didn’t your alarm go off? Why didn’t you wait to sleep on the plane?

Silas tried to get you there quickly and safely, but you knew it’d be too late. Your flight would be leaving without you. Harry would think you gave up on him after a fight. A fight that you could both easily resolve. It broke your heart.

Rushing into the airport, it was crowded, and there were people everywhere. You checked in and headed to your terminal, hoping it was delayed, but there had been no messages on your phone alerting you about delays, only a single message to enjoy your flight.

The gate door was closed, and the worker lingering around gave you a pitied look and helped guide you to the counter to look for a new ticket.

“What do you mean there’s nothing?”

The lady named Suzan gave you a polite smile; this wasn’t her fault. It was yours. “France is a popular destination this time of year. I’m afraid all outgoing flights are full. I can get you a flight for Friday.”

“That’s too late,” you whispered, feeling the tears coming but trying your best to hold them back until you stepped away from the counter and the long line behind you.

“I’m sorry, Miss Belmonte. We can offer you flying credit if the new date doesn’t work.”

Harry would be in Amsterdam by then. None of this was working out. You were tempted to call Harry, but a big part of you feared he’d think you did this on purpose because you didn’t want to fix this problem.

You walked away from the counter, wandering until you found a quiet corner to sit in. It helped that it was late at night. No one was around. You should have left the airport but leaving felt like giving up.

They could help. They always knew what to do. You pulled your phone out with a shaky hand and pulled up the second contact of your favorite list.

“Please tell me you’re on a flight to Paris.” That is the first thing Saraí said to you.

No words come out of you as you’re choking back a sob. You messed up. Now you were going to lose him.

“I missed it. I missed the flight. I overslept, and there are no flights.” You sob into the phone. You don’t know what to do. “She says everything’s booked as of now. Until Friday.”

“There’s always something we can do.”

You cry harder because you’re at a loss. You’re alone in an airport. You’re tired of being alone. You want someone to hold your hand, wrap you in a hug, and assure you that he’ll be happy to see you even if you arrive later.

“I’m going to call Jeff.” They try their best to assure you.

“No–not Jeff. He’s with him, I know. Not him. Harry will be mad if he knew I missed the flight.” You’re sure of it.

“Bel, he wouldn’t.” Sarai tries to get the idea out of your head, but you’re insistent.

Soon you can’t even hear a word they’re saying. Your chest feels heavy, and your ears are ringing. It’s been a while since you felt this way, and the tears won’t stop.

You can’t breathe, and you’re all alone.

“Bel? Bel, what’s going on?”

“H-h-urts.” You choke out.

“Cariño, necesito que respires.”

Sarai’s voice sounds fuzzy, and you can only make out parts.

“Respira profundo. Respira profundo, mi cielo.”

“Ple-e-ease,” you whimper.

“Y/N!”

That’s enough to break the haze.

“Sarai,” you mutter.

“Good girl, that’s me. Follow me, breathe in.”

You try to do as they say, but it’s hard. “Can’t.”

“You can. Remember to breathe in for four seconds. Hold for seven and out for eight. Think we can do that.”

“Try.”

“That’s all I ask.”

You put your free hand over your heart, trying to find some strength. Saraí guides you, and you try to follow.

Breathe In.

Hold.

Breathe out.

Again.

You don’t know how many times you do it, but you feel your heart slow down. The room no longer feels like it’s closing down on you.

You did it.

You’re okay. Or you will be.

“Just meet breathing, cariño.”

“Thank you,” you sniff.

“Nothing to thank. You’d do it for me.”

You feel even more comfort hearing their breathing on the other end.

“Now, keep breathing, and we’ll get Glenne to help. Right, she was still in London.”

You hum. Last you knew, she was.

“Okay, I’m going to hang up. I have to talk with her.”

You whimper at the thought of them hanging up on you. Saraí instantly hears it and backtracks.

“It’s okay, it’s okay. I’ll stay with you. Naomi is going to call Glenne. We’ll get you to Harry, I promise.”

Sitting alone in a quiet corner of the airport, crying into your knees, you didn’t have much hope. There was no way he’d forgive you for this.

Paris, France

Your flight is in a few hours. I’ll be at the airport. xx

The message was left on read. He took that as a sign, at first as a positive one, that you were on your way to him. Harry waited for the text that said you boarded the plane, but it didn’t come. He had faith that you still go on the plane for him, for their relationship. All he had to do was wait a few hours.

Harry had Tommy drive him to the airport, and together they waited. He was anxious as time ticked by, and he didn’t hear a word from Bel. An hour after your plane arrived, there was no sign of you, and that’s when Harry knew he really messed up. That you didn’t get on the plane with him because you were still upset, rightfully so. He couldn’t blame you.

Harry climbs back into the black SUV and sighs. No one says a thing as they drive him back to his hotel. He had made plans for the entire day with you. First, it’d start with freshening up in the hotel and hopefully clearing everything up. Then after that, he booked a private tour at Musée Jacquemart-André. The estate turned mansion was filled with hundreds of paintings that housed paintings from Italian to French artists. After that, depending on how hungry you felt, he’d take you to one of his favorite restaurants that Helene had shown him a few years back. Followed by a macaroon class because you told him you always wanted to learn how to make some and what better way to learn than in France. The day would end with a private dinner on top of the Eiffel Tower, cheesy, he knows, but you would have indulged him.

All that has gone to waste. Now he gets to sit with this misery that upset you so much you preferred to stay oceans away from him.

Arriving at his hotel, Jeff was waiting for him, clearly eager to get him to work or talk more of tour, but he wasn’t in the mood, not when he could have been spending the day with you.

“H, Bel—”

Harry cuts Jeff off, “she’s not coming.”

“That’s the thing she—”

“Jeff,” Harry sighs, defeated. “Enough. I fucked up, and she’s not coming. I don’t want to talk about it. Not with a show tomorrow.”

Jeff frowns but stays quiet, respecting his wishes.

“Do you want to be alone then?”

Harry thinks about it for a second. He doesn’t want to be alone but feels like he deserves to be because that’s how you are right now.

“It’d be best.”

And so he spent the day he should have spent with you by his side alone. No one would be able to cheer him up.

Not that he wanted them to. Not if they weren’t you.

Harry laid down on the bed he was looking forward to sharing with you and stared up at the ceiling playing back every moment he had with you. From first spotting you in the crowd to your first kiss to dancing with his mum and sister side-stage at Wembley Stadium.

A knock on his door breaks him out of his trance, and his heart skips a beat. You could be behind the door, waiting for him to let you in. He hurries out of bed, removes the lock, and swings the door open, hopeful to see you, but instead, he sees Jeff and Tommy, who frown at him.

“What’s wrong?”

“Everything,” he mutters, moving back to let them in, but they don’t budge.

“H, we got to go,” Jeff tells Harry, seeing his sluggish movement.

“Where?”

“To the arena.”

“Already?”

Harry sees Jeff mumble something to Tommy, but he’s too sad to care.

“Yes, uh, did you sleep last night, buddy?” Tommy asks.

Sleep.

Did he? He doesn’t think so. Maybe he did when he was thinking of Bel. Did he really not feel the hours go by?

“That’s alright, H. We’ll get you a strong coffee, and Ayae will take care of this pretty face.”

Harry nods because it’s all he can do. He goes into his room, slips on his shoes, and grabs his dead phone.

“My phone’s dead.” He announces, not knowing if his friends are even listening.

“I’ll charge it for you.” Tommy grabs it out of his hand and slips it into his pocket.

One less thing to worry about. There was no one he wanted to talk to, not if they weren’t you.

"My mum is coming down. Make sure everything is alright for her." Harry reminds them, he might be lost in his head but he wants everything to be smooth for those he can take care of.

"We got you, H. Anne will be in good hands." Tommy promises.

“Come on, there’s a show to get ready for,” Jeff told him, patting him on his back. He owed it to his fans as much as he didn’t have the energy.

Paris, France

Murphy’s law was real and of all days to prove true was when you were traveling to meet your boyfriend and hoping this argument wasn’t enough to lose him. You knew it wouldn’t be, but a large part of you was scared that all he needed was a way out, and this was it.

You slept in the airport’s luxurious lounge room while waiting for your flight. By some miracle, Glenne was able to get you a flight. They told you something about her speaking with Viola, but you were too out of it to listen. All you were thankful for was that you’d be on a plane to Paris in a few hours.

Except before it could be set to take off, it got delayed two times, making you depart three hours later. This means you were assigned to arrive an hour before the show was set to start, not enough time to talk with Harry like you wished.

Upon a smooth plane ride where you slept too anxious to do anything else, there was a delay on the tarmac because of a standard security clearance inside the airport. The flight attendants assured everyone everything would be okay, but it wouldn’t be for you as you were trying to make it to Harry’s show before it started. The European Tarmac law was that they couldn’t begin to depart you until five hours had passed.

That’s when you decided to try to call Harry, you didn’t know what he’d say, but you desperately needed to hear his voice. The phone didn’t even have a chance to ring. It went straight to voicemail. That hurt, and you know he must have felt the same when you ignored his calls.

You went with the next best thing and sent Jeff a text updating him about what was happening. Jeff assured you a car would be there whenever you got out. One thing you could count on, enough to have hope.

Two hours later, the all-clear was given, and the airport was as chaotic as you expected. As you tried your best to make it out of the airport thankful, you only packed your carry-on. The one Harry gifted you for Christmas a Gucci one-of-a-kind with different patches that held special meaning in your relationship.

The show has now started, and you were just getting in the car. It was someone you didn’t know, but they assured you that you were in safe hands and to relax because the arena was at least thirty minutes away from the Paris Orly airport.

Bel

on my way to the arena. wish me luck xx

Glenne

You don’t need it. I love you.

Bel

fingers crossed. i love you xx

The closer you got to the arena, the faster you felt your heart rate speed up. The sound was loud even from the outside.

“Miss, they’re waiting for you at the door,” Carl, the driver for the arena, told you, breaking you out of your thoughts.

“Thank you.”

The door is opened for you, and Tommy pulls you into a tight hug as soon as you get out, swinging your bag over his shoulder. “I am so glad to see you.”

“Same here. I assume Glenne filled you in on my missed flight,” you wince, knowing how upset Harry must be.

“Don’t sweat it. The boss will be as good as new when he sees you.”

You smile and hope that’s true. It never got old walking backstage and seeing all the work done as hundreds of members move around. You get a few stares and are stopped to say hi to a few people, but you don’t mind. That is until you hear Harry singing “Lights Up” loud and clear and know he must be prancing around everywhere.

“Can I–where’s a good place to watch?”

“Side stage is always good,” Jeff answers from behind you.

Although you’ve had ups and downs with Harry’s manager, he’s been accommodating and understanding to get you here today. You grin at him and pull him in a brief hug.

“Maybe with Anne and Ben,” Tommy offers.

As much as you love Anne and were dying to see her, that’s not where you needed to be. You wanted him to see you, wanted him to know that you did make it.

“Might sound crazy, but I actually…I want to be in the crowd.”

“No.”

“Not happening.”

Everyone is quick to say no, causing you to pout, but it doesn’t stop you.

“Fine.” You cross your arms, staring them down, “how about where Lloyd and Anthony take photos? That walkway,” you propose.

Jeff and Tommy share a look, and you know it’s a yes.

“Great, what direction am I walking in?” You raise an eyebrow, ready for either of them to take you down there.

Tommy sighs, “come on then.”

You squeal, giving Tommy a tight squeeze, and wave bye to Jeff, who slips a pass over your head before you get too far.

“Just in case,” Jeff shrugs.

You hurry, following close behind Tommy, who does his best to get you there quickly, and once you hear the start of “Satellite” and the roar of the crowd, you know you made it. That you’re in Paris supporting your boyfriend.

No matter what happens, you’re proud of him. Seeing him do what he loves each night is always a privilege.

You start bouncing, feeling the music pass through you. There’s something Harry had you start wearing was earplugs as he didn’t want your hearing to get affected as his had through the years. You forgot to get them out of your bag this time and were left to feel the heaviness of the guitar, felt Sarah’s drums pass through you. It felt louder than ever.

Harry looked gorgeous on stage. He was wearing trainers that allowed him to run more than he ever had before. Jeff stated that he aged five years each night because of all Harry’s jumps and runs. It didn’t help that Harry already wore knee support under his trousers, but hey, as long as he wasn’t getting hurt, you were all for it. The bedazzled cherries on a white ringer tee shined bright under the arena lights. The outfit matched well with his black and white striped trousers. This was a look you were happy to see in person, not through a phone screen.

Tommy stands with you, which you’re thankful for. A lot of fans had turned to look at you. They smiled and turned their phones to you, but ultimately all the attention went back to the man on stage. Satellite bought this new energy out of him as he was seen bouncing around. He jumps the steps with no second thought laughing as he sticks the landing. The band is brilliant, as always. Your eyes are zoned in on Sarah as she closes the song as Harry sneaks for a drink of water.

He returns, faces the audience, and looks down at signs. Harry loved connecting with his fans; he always loved seeing a familiar face in the crowd. Europe was a place he stayed too far away from, and the crowd welcomed him back with open arms.

“Should I dump him? Good question! It’s a big moment, he might be lovely, we don’t know. My instinct says that you made a sign which makes me think you think you should dump him.”

The crowd goes wild.

“He’s jealous,” Harry frowns, and you know that might hit closer than he would like it to. He turns around, giving the audience a thumbs down. “Boo! What do we say to jealous? BYE-BYE!” Harry goes back to the fan, wanting to learn more. “Good jealous or bad jealous? Controlling? CONTROLLING JEALOUS? Oooh, she says no. It doesn’t sound good. I would say…” dramatic pause. “BYE-BYE! Goodbye, mystery man!” Harry shrugs, prancing away, “could’ve been the one, probably not.”

Harry was coming up the runway, scanning the crowd, trying to see what sign caught his eye next, when someone else entirely stopped him in his tracks.

“Bel!” Harry didn’t realize he spoke that into the microphone until he saw you smile sheepishly as he noticed the cameras were turned on you. You looked perfect in the crowd. You weren’t dressed up. Your outfit was one he’d seen before. You called it your comfort wear. It was an old pair of leggings and his grey “The Face” hoodie that he knew you swiped after your last visit.

Harry keeps walking until he is right in front of you. He can’t believe you’re here. You recognize that shine in his eyes and know he’s fighting back tears. You let yours fall, the smile on your face saying everything for you. You wave at him because it’s all you can do.

“Sorry-sorry I–I just spotted my girlfriend in the crowd,” Harry confesses as he turns to look at Mitch, who just raises his beer at him. The cheers are loud, and you cannot help but laugh, shaking your head. “You’re–last I heard, you were in New York.”

“Needed to come home,” you yell, hoping he could hear you and only him.

Harry looks down at you and back at the crowd. He clears his throat bringing the microphone to his mouth, “give me a sec, okay.”

You roll your eyes but stand right by the edge of the stage as he kneels down in front of you. Clearly, someone in his ear says something about not jumping down. Harry laughs and tries his best not to lose his balance.

“Hi Bel,” he whispers low enough for you to hear.

Hi, H.”

You reach a hand up to wipe your tears away, and you know he’s dying that he can’t take you in his arms and comfort you.

“You’re here,” he breathes out.

“I’m sorry you thought I wouldn’t be. It’s been,” you breathe out, shaking your head, “a long few days.”

“That’s okay, baby. I deserved–”

“Shh,” you stop him. “Not here. Not now.” You look behind you as everyone waits for you to finish this private conversation. Tommy gesturing for you to wrap it up. “After,” you promise. “Not going anywhere. I love you, okay.”

Harry, hearing those words, feels a weight lift off his chest. There’s a relief that he finally has you by his side. He can’t help himself. He reaches his hand and touches your cheek, and you melt at his touch. As hard as it was to tear himself away from you, he owed it to the fans who came to see him, who have supported him for years on end, and to you for making your way back to him.

You turn your head to press a kiss to the palm of his hand, backing away slowly until it drops, encouraging him to go back.

“I love you, Bel,” Harry tells you and happily skips away to Mitch, booping his nose, his happiness overtaking him.

“Sorry about that. It’s not every day an Oscar and Emmy winner visits you on tour,” he jokes, causing the audience to cheer louder than before.

“Yeah, yeah. Enough cheering. Remember who you all came for.” There was a Dramatic pause. “Me!”

You chuckle, and it’s like he can hear you because he connects his eyes with yours in seconds.

“Let’s dance, Paris!”

You have the best time singing and dancing. You’re close to fans but far enough to have your own space. As Harry finished singing his closing song, serenading you most of the time. The tears start back up again. Tommy ushers you backstage when Harry waves goodbye, knowing you have him for a limited time before the encore.

Harry had been anticipating you walking in, pacing back and forth as Mitch and Sarah watched him. His head lifts as he hears someone walking his way. You give him a small smile as you walk toward him. Harry feels his heart skip a beat. It’s been too long since he’s seen you. There’s so much left unsaid, and there will be a time to speak on that, but right now, all he wants is to hold you until he has to be back on stage.

“Hi.”

“Bel, beautiful Bel,” he breathes out, eyes glistening under the light.

You feel your face heat up because you don’t feel beautiful, not when you’re still in your airplane clothes, but Harry makes you believe it. Neither one of you has made a move to close the gap and embrace each other. The lingering fear is still hanging in the air for you both.

“Can-”

“Will-”

You both try to speak simultaneously but stop sending you into a fit of laughter, enough to ease the tension.

“Will you let me hug you, Bel?”

“Please,” you mewl.

It’s enough for him to open his arms and tumble into your hold. Your hands wrap around him tightly, fearing you would wake up from this dream if you let go. Harry’s hand rests on your back, moving up and down, providing exact comfort for you. You exhale against his neck and feel him rest his head on top of yours, pressing kisses to your hair.

Not a word needs to be said. You both said a lot, but now being together, none of it matters. It’s meaningless because at the end of the day, you know you’d do everything in your power to remind him you love him. That you’ll never stop fighting for him.

“Lo siento. Te amo. Tu eres mi vida.” You breathe against his neck. You kiss his pulse over and over again. His arms tighten around you, and you know he understood what you said, but you need him to know you mean it. “I’m sorry. I love you. You are my life.”

That’s when you feel the tears, the wet tears slipping down his face as he buries his face deeper, letting himself feel all the emotions he had tucked away.

“No, baby. Come on, no tears.” You try to pull back to look at him, but it makes him hold you closer. You sigh and give up, instead deciding that keeping your arms around him should be enough.

“I’m so fucking sorry.” He chokes out. “You have to know.”

“H—“

“Forgive me. I—I can’t lose you, Bel. Not you, never you.”

Harry’s breaking your heart. Hearing his cries doesn’t stop yours, but you know exactly what he needs.

As much as you hate to, you pull back enough to see his face, his green eyes stormy and face wet. His hands now rest on your waist, grip tight. You move your hands up his chest to rest on his face.

“Harry, listen to me.” Your voice is loud but still gentle enough to get his attention. He sniffs, and you know he wants to look away. Your thumbs wipe away at his tears. “I forgive you.”

“You do?”

“Baby, you’re the love of my life.”

Harry cracks a smile, “yeah, lovie?”

You hum, “course you are.”

“I’m lucky.”

You giggle, leaning in to press a kiss to his cheek. “We both are.”

Harry grins, “I’m really glad you’re here.”

“Styles, you’ve got two minutes,” Jeff yells, not entering his dressing room.

You see, Harry’s smile falter, and that won’t do. “Cheer up, buttercup. I’m yours as soon as you get off that stage.”

“I love you, Y/N Belmonte. I feel like I failed you, but I promise never again. Never again.”

You feel yourself melt in his hold. This was your worst fight to date because of the distance because you weren’t sure how to solve an argument through a phone call.

“I love you, Harry. I love you.”

You’re not sure who leans in first, but your lips meet in a kiss. His slightly chapped lips moved against your cherry chapstick-flavored lips. The kiss starts slowly and then builds up. In the kiss, you were expressing your apologies and your love. You moved in perfect sync, neither aware of all the chanting outside for Harry or the pounding on the door calling for Harry for the final time.

It was you, and Harry lost in your world.

It was perfect.

“Go on, rockstar,” you breathed against his lips. “I’ll be watching.”

Harry walked out with a massive smile on his face. The fans all knew the reason why. It was all thanks to his Bel.

As nervous as you are to have this conversation, you’re glad it’s finally happening. Harry went around giving his thanks while you caught up with the band. They all gave you tight squeezes and scolded you for not answering your phone. Anne would not stop fussing over you hearing about your awful journey here from Glenne. You knew if it wasn’t for everyone wanting to steal you for a chat, she’d still have her arm around you. You were thankful she cared so much. It was a comforting reminder you were loved.

Sarah, you noticed, was the one most standoffish towards you, not because she was mad at you but because you worried her. When no one heard a word from you, it caused panic. Sarah made you see that she does care for you. She does see you as a friend. If you took Harry out of the equation, they would still want you in their life. You didn’t catch a moment alone with Mitch, but you felt he knew how thankful you were that he reached out. That you appreciate him and care for him.

“I know,” is all Mitch said as Harry slowly began to pull you out of the room, knowing you would have spent a long time saying goodbye even if you were seeing them for lunch tomorrow.

You let out a deep sigh when Harry shut the door behind you. Finally, alone, no one to interrupt, just you and Harry. He dropped your bag right next to his. You slowly made your way inside, seeing how quick Harry was to make the room his. Clothes were thrown everywhere, and his shoes were lined up behind the couch to give him that slight sense of home.

“Bel? What are you doing?” Harry looks over at you, seeing you carefully toe off your shoes, standing by the entrance while he’s removed his sweater and now has a hair clip in hand. “Come on in.”

You’re not sure why you’re nervous. It’s obvious both your anger is gone, but you’re still hesitant.

Harry reaches his hand out for you to take. You look down at it, then up at Harry, who’s giving you a nervous smile. You take it without a second thought as he guides you to the couch. He waits for you to sit first, then follows, leaving a gap between you. It hurts seeing, but you hope you’ll be back in his lap by the end of the conversation.

“So, should we discuss the elephant in the room,” Harry opens his mouth, but you keep talking. “You played Medicine tonight.”

Harry chuckles, thankful for your lighthearted start to this conversation. “Felt right. You asked me for that the first time I spotted you in the audience back in St. Paul.”

You shoot him a timid smile because you did. That felt like a lifetime ago when it had been ten months, dating for nine. You’ve felt like you’d been with him for a lifetime, and you hope it never ends.

“It was a nice surprise.”

“I’m glad you appreciated it. It was for you.”

“Yeah, who was it for in Oslo?” You tease.

Harry throws his hands over his face trying to hide his red face. “I lost rock paper scissors.”

You can’t help but laugh, having seen the videos Pauli had saved from that night.

“Bel,” he breathes out, having felt the tension leave and ready to address the situation. “Feels like there’s a lot to discuss.”

“Where to start?” You joke, trying to ease the tension.

He chuckles lightly, “we can–uh, my phone call.”

Where the fight started.

Harry clears his throat, moving around on the couch until he’s directly facing you, the gap between you now smaller.

“I’m sorry. I called after a not so great day, and I guess,” he pinches his bottom lip looking down, trying to gather his words. “Seeing the positive articles and responses about you and someone else reminded me how easy it is to lose you. I was jealous, simple as that.”

The Harry sitting in front of you is the one you fell in love with, who can bear his heart to you because he wants to fight for you.

He loves you, simple as that.

“The call escalated quickly, and it could have been time zones, but we said so much. I love you, H.” You reach out for his hand, intertwining your fingers, letting them rest in your lap. “I don’t want you to doubt that, but I don’t want to display our relationship online when it’s unnecessary. I know you hate it. I love you, and I’ll tell anyone who asks, but we’ve got to remember to keep it ours and not anyone else’s.”

“Just ours,” Harry repeats.

“Mhm.”

“You’re right. I promise I’ll try to do better.”

You smile at Harry, “I promise too, H.”

“Now,” Harry squeezes your hand tight. “About ignoring phone calls.”

You grimace because this was you being hurt and petty. Too scared to hear what he had to say. “H–”

“Love, not hearing from you for days was awful, and I deserved it, but everyone else. No one had heard a peep from you, and that’s when I got scared.” Harry expressed, just as everyone did earlier.

You accept that you were wrong. Harry listens as you express how you didn’t want to go to anyone who wouldn’t listen to you. That they wouldn’t understand where you were coming from.

“Bel, I promise you that they care about you as a person and not only because you’re my girlfriend. Remember you befriended everyone before we started dating.”

The reassurance was all you needed, not only from Harry but his friends. Next was the story of missing your flight. Harry listened intently as you described your phone call with Sarai and briefly discussed your panic attack at the airport. Harry tensed, hating that happened, and squeezed your shoulder, closing the last bit of space between each other. By the end, Harry was close to tears, hating that he had you second guess about him wanting you at his show. There was lots more to speak on, but ultimately you both feel secure and assured that the worst is past. That you now get to enjoy each other for the next few days.

“I love you, you know that?” Harry asks you.

You giggle, shifting from your spot next to him and moving to sit on his lap instead. Your arms go up his chest to rest on his neck, playing with his growing hair. His hands settled on your waist, at least they did until he snaked one down to rest on your ass to bring you closer to him, leaving no space between you.

Staring at him, you lean down and bring your lips to his. Now that you have him in front of you, you want to make up for lost time. Harry is quick to take control of the kiss, not that you fight him on it. The kiss is building up as he asks for entrance which you happily grant him. As you kiss, you can’t help but rock your hips against his, feeling how hard he’s getting under you. Harry hisses, pulling away as you bite his bottom lip softly for ending the kiss much too quickly to your liking.

“Can I show you how sorry I am?” Harry sighs against your mouth, his hands now holding your face.

“No.”

Harry nods, understanding. He’d never push you to do something you didn’t want to do.

“Show me how much you missed me,” you purred.

“Are you sure?”

“Please, make love to me, mi vida,” you breathe out.

“I’ll give you anything you ask,” Harry promises.

And you knew as long as you had Harry, everything would be alright.

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starswallowingsea · 10 months

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"Hey look everyone we got crabs" is honestly such a deep quote. Amazing how it came from Ensemble Stars

#shay speaks #sorry i am not over the fucking. the hokke crab card. what the hell is that #satellite was so. mid in terms of story. like its not great but trickstar was a time #look everyone we got crabs. the famous hokkaido crabs in the jungle that my grandma never told me about #and yes. they are all dead and pre cooked just laying around. what if hokkaido's crabs are just built different?#i cant with hokuto sometimes. the autism is too strong he's so funny

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nvrbeenkissed · 3 months

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— ✿ tag dump. › LENNY GRAYSON.

These are going to be under a read more, because this got very long.

— ✿ i stumbled over all my words i made it weird i made it worse. › default yugioh verse.

— ✿ no time to lose we've got to move steady your hand. › default naruto verse.

— ✿ you're a virgin who can't drive. › high school verse.

— ✿ you’re like a sunshine only giving good vibes anytime that you roll in. › yugioh gx verse.

— ✿ from underneath the trees we watch the sky confusing stars for satellites. › yugioh 5ds verse.

— ✿ kiss kiss fall in love. › ohshc verse.

— ✿ is this what it feels like to really cry. › noragami verse.

— ✿ you wouldn't find a riceball in a fruits basket. › fruits basket verse.

— ✿ everybody's trying to be famous and i'm just trying to find a place to hide. › swac verse.

— ✿ i'll choose you over and over again. › pokemon verse.

— ✿ put down the weapons you fight with and kill em with kindness. › kingdom hearts verse.

— ✿ darling don’t you ever grow up just stay this little. › single mom verse.

— ✿ in ancient egypt when the pyramids were still young. › ancient egypt verse.

— ✿ let me be the one to light a fire inside those eyes. › headcanons.

— ✿ she wears flower crowns and knitted sweaters. › appearance.

— ✿ the more boys i meet the more i love my cat. › aesthetic.

— ✿ but i know this crush ain't going away. › ryou and lenny. › diverse-hearts.

— ✿ let me love you until you learn to love yourself. › saeran and lenny. › diverse-hearts.

#— ✿ i stumbled over all my words i made it weird i made it worse. › default yugioh verse.#— ✿ no time to lose we've got to move steady your hand. › default naruto verse.#— ✿ you're a virgin who can't drive. › high school verse.#— ✿ you’re like a sunshine only giving good vibes anytime that you roll in. › yugioh gx verse.#— ✿ from underneath the trees we watch the sky confusing stars for satellites. › yugioh 5ds verse.#— ✿ kiss kiss fall in love. › ohshc verse.#— ✿ is this what it feels like to really cry. › noragami verse.#— ✿ you wouldn't find a riceball in a fruits basket. › fruits basket verse.#— ✿ everybody's trying to be famous and i'm just trying to find a place to hide. › swac verse.#— ✿ i'll choose you over and over again. › pokemon verse.#— ✿ put down the weapons you fight with and kill em with kindness. › kingdom hearts verse.#— ✿ darling don’t you ever grow up just stay this little. › single mom verse.#— ✿ in ancient egypt when the pyramids were still young. › ancient egypt verse.#— ✿ let me be the one to light a fire inside those eyes. › headcanons.#— ✿ she wears flower crowns and knitted sweaters. › appearance.#— ✿ the more boys i meet the more i love my cat. › aesthetic.#— ✿ but i know this crush ain't going away. › ryou and lenny. › diverse-hearts.#— ✿ let me love you until you learn to love yourself. › saeran and lenny. › diverse-hearts.

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scruffpuppy · 1 year

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please bring back 2014 indie pop (i could care less that a few of these songs were pre or post the 2014 era if the song fits it fits)

cecelia and the satellite by andrew mcmahon in the wilderness

i wanna get better by bleachers

cigarette daydreams by cage the elephant

ways to go by grouplove

girls by the 1975

miracle mile by cold war kids

take a walk by passion pit

little talks by of monsters and men

tongue tied by grouplove

midnight city by m83

undercover martyn by two door cinema club

i can talk by two door cinema club

young blood by the naked and famous

kids by mgmt

1901 by phoenix

young folks by peter bjorn and john

daylight by matt & kim

animal by neon trees

stolen dance by milky chance

out of my league by fitz and the tantrums

talk too much by coin

greek tragedy by the wombats

chocolate by the 1975

anna sun by walk the moon

everybody talks by neon trees

what you know by two door cinema club

dancing on glass by st lucia

FEEL FREE TO READ THE PART AT THE TOP WHERE I SAY ITS NOT ALL FROM 2014 THANKS!

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lcnnypooh · 1 year

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A Tag Dump // Verse Tags.

maybe we can find a place to feel good and we can treat people with kindness (main verse)

i'm standing here but you don't see me (high school verse)

you're like a sunshine only giving good vibes anytime that you roll in (yugioh gx verse)

from underneath the trees we watch the sky confusing stars for satellites (yugioh 5ds verse)

everybody’s trying to be famous and i’m just trying to find a place to hide (swac verse)

is this what it feels like to really cry (noragami verse)

kiss kiss fall in love (ohshc verse)

put down the weapons you fight with and kill em with kindness (kingdom hearts verse)

on this perfect day nothing’s standing in my way(pokemon verse)

they call me quiet girl but i’m a riot (glee verse)

in ancient egypt when the pyramids were still young (ancient egypt verse)

you wouldn’t find a riceball in a fruits basket (fruits basket verse)

#tag dump #maybe we can find a place to feel good and we can treat people with kindness (main verse)#i'm standing here but you don't see me (high school verse)#you're like a sunshine only giving good vibes anytime that you roll in (yugioh gx verse)#from underneath the trees we watch the sky confusing stars for satellites (yugioh 5ds verse)#everybody's trying to be famous and i'm just trying to find a place to hide (swac verse)#is this what it feels like to really cry (noragami verse)#kiss kiss fall in love (ohshc verse)#put down the weapons you fight with and kill em with kindness (kingdom hearts verse)#on this perfect day nothing's standing in my way (pokemon verse)#they call be quiet girl but i'm a riot (glee verse)#in ancient egypt when the pyramids were still young (ancient egypt verse)#you wouldn't find a riceball in a fruits basket (fruits basket verse)

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enkvyu · 9 months

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two-faced — jjk smau

in which gojo pisses off a famous streamer (you 🫵) for funsies and unleashes a legion of loyal fans who want him dragged, doxxed, or dead. fortunately for him, you have your own secrets that you’ll take to the grave, perfect for him to take advantage of. when the two of you meet, an unlikely love story for the ages blossoms aka a lighthearted smau abt gojo n the gang!!

pairings: gojo x f!reader

genres: social media au (smau), crack, fluff, strangers to enemies (?) to lovers

warnings: profanities, dark humour, sexual jokes, mentions of death and suicide, very stupid jokes don’t take anything too seriously!! ignore timestamps. will contain jokes / references from the manga !! you will be warned of spoilers on the posts that have them 🤍

this is my first smau so if it’s not funny i Apologise 😨 just for the shits n giggles !! upload schedule will probably be based on how well this is received 🤍 note all characters are in uni (ages 18-20)

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01: hit tweet this, hit tweet that, why don’t you hit the gym?

02: hot girls pay the government 2 b a citizen

03: nanami’s right titty tingle

04: What Ever Major Loser

05: let him in, LET HIM IN

06: it’s “save the turtles” until i drink boba with my hands

07: silence of the lambs

08: god giving me my greatest obstacle and it’s a man

09: would u still love me if i was a chip floating around in ur stomach?

10: deny that instead

11: twitching eyes and clenched fists

12: getou’s bang grease

13: spring loaded penis bomb

14: first date options and gojo picks spit boba (it works?!)

15: lactose intolerance, biggest killer since cancer

16: unknown mysterious reason unravelled

17: i wish i could have at least (1)

18: beautiful princess disorder

19: GOGOGOJO GONE !

20: tba

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watchmegetobsessed · 10 months

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Any chance you could do a famous single mum reader x Harry fic

since he’s a certified MILF lover

CRUSH

WORD COUNT: 2.2k

SUMMARY: Harry has been into you for way too long, but you haven't given him a chance. You run into each other at the Grammy's afterparty and you finally tell him why you're so adamant about keeping your distance.

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Harry will forever remember tonight.

It’s his second time going home as a Grammy winner and nothing can ruin this experience for him, not even how his performance was ruined. He did it again and nothing else matters for now.

Or at least that’s how he should be feeling as he is celebrating with his friends and other winners and artists at the after party, but something keeps bugging him.

Just hours earlier he ran into you again and he hasn’t been able to get you out of his mind since then. It’s no surprise you were at the award show, even though you’re not a singer he could have expected to run into you at one of the most important nights of the year. Yet, he was still surprised to see you walk down the red carpet, but it might have been because you always have that effect on him no matter what.

If someone asked Harry who his celebrity crush was he would say you with no hesitation or remorse. He’s been enamored with you since the first time he met you at some other after party a few years ago. The two of you were introduced by a mutual friend and he stuck to your side for as long as possible, drinking up every word, every laughter and every look you gifted him with. He thought you were way out of his league, he still does, but that doesn’t stop him from yearning after you like a lovesick puppy every time your paths cross. Harry can’t tell how many times he tried to flirt with you before, but his flirty comments were met with soft rejection every time, you never seemed to be returning the gentle feelings and though it was devastating, he knew he could do nothing.

He could at least call you his friend, more or less. He definitely has a tither connection with you than with most people in this room, there’s a bigger circle of friends you both share so you end up meeting every few months without planning it and there are periods when you’re even texting.

He hasn’t talked to you for a while now, so seeing you brought his feelings back he’s been harboring for so long.

Now as he’s sipping on his drink he can’t help but keep looking around, trying to spot you in the crowd to no avail for now. He pulls out his phone and opens the message thread with you, rereading the last few texts he exchanged with you a while back. His thumb hovers over the screen, fighting the urge to hit you up with a message when an elbow meets his side. Looking up he sees Mitch beside him.

“Your crush is here,” he informs Harry with a knowing smirk, nodding towards the bar.

He follows his friend’s gaze and spots you only seconds later. You’ve changed out of your burgundy gown he saw you wearing earlier, sporting a chic pant suit this time, but you’re just as breathtaking as ever.

Mitch just chuckles when Harry gets up without a word and heads over to you. Pushing between guests he ignores everyone who might try to strike a conversation up with him until he finally reaches you.

“Y/N, hi!” he smiles at you warmly. You turn to face him with a cocktail in your hands, a wide smile stretching across your face.

“Harry! What a nice surprise!” you chuckle. “Congrats on your wins!” You don’t hesitate to put an arm around his neck and pull him into a hug that he returns gladly.

“Thank you.”

“Though it was no surprise you won, the album is amazing.”

“You listened to it?”

“Of course,” you chuckle. “I wouldn’t have missed it.”

“Do you have a favorite?” he asks with a cheeky smile.

“Hmm, probably… Satellite.”

“Great choice.”

The conversation keeps flowing and suddenly it feels like it’s just the two of you even though it’s a crowded party that’s happening around you. Harry realizes that no matter how much time passes between each time he sees you, he will always catch himself falling for you over and over again. He tries to flirt with you this time as well and this is the first time he can feel like his rizz is not going straight over your head.

“Y/N, I need you to be very honest with me,” he starts, when you both had a few drinks. Neither of you is drunk, but definitely tipsy.

“About what?” you chuckle.

“Do I have a chance with you? For real, I’m not playing here,” he smirks, placing one hand to his chest, while holding up the other one, his half empty glass rising into the air.

You sigh deeply, looking away from him as you busy yourself with your own drink.

“Ah, it hurts!” he acts as if he was shot in the chest. “Am I that ugly and boring?”

“Of course, you’re not!” you roll your eyes.

“Okay, do you like me?”

“I do,” you admit, avoiding to look him in the eyes.

“Alright, then let’s take this conversation over to my place.”

“I can’t,” you shake your head.

“We can go to yours as well, I’m fine with that too,” Harry half jokes, but he notices that you’re not laughing. “Y/N, what is it then?”

“I need to get some air.” Jumping to your feet you leave your drink behind and head out to the back of the place that’s the smoking area, hoping to be alone for a bit, but Harry rushes after you, determined to get answers this time.

He finds you in a dark corner, your arms wrapped around yourself as you stare out into the void.

“Y/N, I’m sorry if I went too far, I didn’t mean to.”

“It’s… fine.”

“I just… fuck, I really like you. A lot. I can’t stop thinking about you and… I couldn’t just not shoot my shot.”

“You’ve been shooting your shot for a long time.” He finally sees a tiny smile on your lips.

“So you did notice my attempts?” he grins. “Just chose to ignore them, I guess?”

“Harry, I can’t.”

“Can’t ignore them anymore?”

“No. I can’t date you.”

“Can’t as in…?”

Sighing, your head falls back, against the wall as you close your eyes for a few seconds before opening them and finally looking at him.

“I don’t date.”

“Why?”

“Because of Arian.”

The picture is finally crystal clear in Harry’s head. You’re depriving yourself from dating because of your son.

It’s no news to Harry that you’re a mother, he has even met your five year-old son, but he never thought of him as the reason why you keep rejecting him. You keep your private life pretty hush hush, especially since you split from your ex, Arian’s father three years ago. No one knows why you called it quits and there’s actually no photo of the little boy online either, that’s how dedicated you are to protect him from the public. Harry completely understands it, but he doesn’t see why you can’t date because of Arian.

“The little guy doesn’t want to share you with anyone else?” he tries to joke.

“I’m a single mother who is also an actress. My life is complicated enough without dates and boyfriends.”

“Woah, we’re only talking about one boyfriend,” Harry puts his hands to his chest. You crack a smile, but it’s not as genuine as he would want it to be.

“It’s just not the right time for me to start dating again. I’m sorry.”

“I’m a little hurt you’re not even giving me a chance.”

“I’m sure dating a single mother is not exactly your dream either.”

“Y/N, I haven’t even thought about it until you brought it up. Arian is a cool little guy and I have no problem with you being a mother.”

“You will at one point, trust me,” you scoff and Harry tries not to take it personal. You’re just trying to protect yourself and your son, it’s not against him.

“What if I prove that it’s fine? That I’m not just some random guy who will come and go?”

Staring back at him you chew on his words as you tilt your head to the side.

“We’ll see.”

At first the peace and quiet takes over your waking mind. You feel a gentle breeze from the window you left open for the night and you stretch long underneath the silky covers when it finally dawns on you.

It’s peaceful. And quiet. You haven’t had a morning like this in about… well, five years. Arian loves to wake you up whenever you’re home, jumping on the mattress, or just cuddling to you, either way, he never misses a chance to spend a morning with you.

So where is he now?

Slight panic rushes through your veins as you quickly wrap yourself in your silky robe and head out to find your baby. All the worst case scenarios flash through your mind, but they dissolve the moment you reach the stairs and hear his laughter coming from the kitchen. With careful steps you approach the source of his voice that’s mixed with another one, a more mature male voice that you don’t recognize at first but when you round the corner and see what’s happening in your kitchen, recognition washes over you.

Harry Styles is making pancakes in your kitchen with your son. And they are making a big mess, but Arian seems to be enjoying it. Music is playing in the background and there’s a ginormous bouquet of flowers on the kitchen island. Your heart flutters in your chest as you walk closer.

“Mommy!” Arian notices you and climbing off his stool he runs over to you and you gladly pick him up into your arms.

“Hey baby, what’s… what’s happening here?”

“Harry is making us pancakes!” He throws his hands up into the air in excitement as you walk over to the kitchen island and sit him down on top of it.

“Good morning, Y/N,” he smiles at you so charmingly, it’s hard to focus on the fact that he is in your house on a Saturday morning.

“Hi, what do you… Um, what are you doing here?”

“Mommy, I told you, he is making us pancakes!” Arian giggles.

“I know, baby. Hey, you’re still in your pajamas, why don’t you go up and change?” You help him off the counter and gently push him towards the stairs. He runs off singing to himself.

“Before you throw me out,” Harry starts, holding the spatula up, “You told me to prove it.”

“Prove what?”

“That it’s fine that you’re a mom. So, this is our first date, in your house, with your son, so you don’t have to worry about him or get a babysitter.”

“How did you even get into my house?” you chuckle in disbelief. You’re definitely touched by the gesture, you don’t like to spend time away from Arian when you’re not working.

Grinning, he starts flipping the pancakes in the pan.

“Well, I might or might not have contacted your agent who hooked me up with your housekeeper who let me in this morning.”

“Wow, my own staff betrayed me,” you chuckle.

“I wouldn’t say betrayed. They both were happy to help me, because they want what’s best for you.”

“And that would be you?” you ask, arching an eyebrow at his cockiness. He shrugs, but his smirk tells it all.

“Look,” he sighs, turning the stove off. “I really did mean it. I don’t care that you’re a mom. It’s all good, it’s part of you. I don’t want to just come and go in your and Arian’s life. Just give me a chance to prove that it could work.”

He must have some kind of magic power over you, because he really just waltzed in here, made some pancakes and convinced you to change your mind.

“Arian will always come first for me, Harry.”

“Of course, I wouldn’t expect anything else,” he nods.

“That means that even in my limited free time, you’ll most likely have to share me with him. I’m not the type to let nannies and babysitters raise my child.”

“And I love that about you. Arian is lucky to have you as his mother.”

Staring back at him you want to say no, but you simply can’t. It’s impossible.

“Okay,” is all you say.

“Okay as in… You’ll give me a chance?”

“Yes, but don’t fuck it up,” you chuckle as Harry walks closer and his hands find your waist, pulling you closer. It’s the first time he is physically this close to you, but it feels like he’s been doing it since forever, like you belong in his arms.

“Never,” he smirks and as he leans closer you hear a pair of tiny feet running down the stairs, so you step back just in time for Arian’s return.

“Give me the pancakes!” he giggles, climbing up to a stool and you smile at Harry.

“See, he is already cockblocking you,” you whisper to him chuckling.

“Touché,” he sighs with a smirk. “But he is cute, so it’s alright.” Shaking it all off he turns to Arian as he places the pancakes on a plate. “So, what do you want on top?”

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qqueenofhades · 10 months

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In light of OceangateGate, by show of hands, who still wants Elon Musk to send them to Mars?

I mean, this whole thing (like I kept saying in tags) is both grimly fascinating and utterly predictable. Because there's this whole culture that you could and should do absolutely anything anywhere on earth, if you're able to pay for it, and at the same time that the companies offering these experiences can do absolutely everything to cut corners and make profits while placing people in incredibly dangerous situations. Whether it's the mountain adventure companies who take tens of thousands of dollars to shunt total novices up Mount Everest, or this, it's just like... MAYBE YOU SHOULD NOT BE ABLE TO MAKE EVERYTHING INTO A HYPER-CAPITALIST COMMODITY JUST BECAUSE YOU ARE RICH AND/OR WANT TO TAKE MORE MONEY FROM RICH PEOPLE! MAYBE!

Within 48 hours of this story breaking, we have learned that:

The sub is not tested or certified by literally any regulatory agency, because "innovation can't wait for rules"

The sub is built of fucking camping store gear and a video game joystick, they did not pay for appropriately certified parts for the depths they wanted to go, and the company fired the guy who pointed it out, rather than dealing with any of the issues he raised

The CEO (one of those now missing on the sub) gave an interview talking about how "at some point, safety is just waste"

In 2018, a literal group of esteemed submersible experts wrote to this guy about how his plans were bad and he should feel bad; he ignored it

The sub does not have basic safety equipment, a readily available backup vehicle, an acoustic beacon, etc, and has gone missing several times before; it is only luck that they found it those times

You can't get out of the fucking thing by yourself even if it is on the surface

It used Elon Musk's Starlink satellites for communication and cited SpaceX as a private adventure tourism model (as noted, you know, the rockets that keep literally blowing up)

You have to sign an enormous waiver (after paying $250,000 a head) acknowledging this entire thing is completely unregulated and you may very well die

Which it looks like these poor schmucks either have or are soon going to, either by imploding instantly at great depth (the merciful option) or slowly suffocating in a freezing coffin in the dark (the absolute hell option)

Like?!?! How was this not COMPLETELY predictable?

And this happened WHILE THEY WERE GOING TO THE TITANIC

You know, the most famous case of Man vs. Nature technological hubris in history

I mean. This is the ultimate outcome and perfect encapsulation of the "no rules no regulations ever, everything including the most dangerous things are crassly commodified for money, everyone is an expert and/or experience is irrelevant, safety rules only exist to hamper innovation and disrupt The Free Market, costs should be cut on everything for more profits, and this should all continue regardless of the consequences or the impact on the other people then required to endanger themselves to rescue them" late-stage capitalist hellscape we are living in. And maybe I shouldn't have laughed, but uh, I laughed:

#anonymous #ask #titanic sub saga #we live in hell! we live in hell! we live in hell!

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alalaya2 · 1 year

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Decided to continue this enjoy

Part 2 Ecto hits the fan

While Tim found the hornet nest that would cause the JL to be up in arms ready to attack the United States government . There was a town in the west of Huntington ky on the ohio side of the river in Amity Park. The young King was looking up at the night sky he was floating high enough that most Ecto weapons wont hit him and if any GIW had a jet packs he would hear them coming with enough time to get away.

He had just turned 16 today and Clockwork has finally told him that he was now the king of the infinite realm. Things were going to happen soon and fast the realms themselves were gearing for war. If things didn’t change soon. Then he, as the king, would have to lead them to battle.

Danny closed his eyes let the light of the stars shine over him. It was getting harder to keep both the humans and ghosts safe from the GIW. They didn’t care who they hurt Star and Wes were still in the hospital from when a stray shot from agent O nearly killed them. If Danny had been a second late they would’ve been crushed by the tree Agent O had shot down. As it was Wes had a broken arm and Star had broken 4 ribs while both of them had a concussion.

Last year his entire class had discovered his identity after an incident with Vlad. They had all started to help him because members of team Phantom. His parents had interrupted Boxy’s and Lunch Lady’s bonding ceremony and now admitted that ghosts were sentient and not all ghosts were evil. He finally told him that he was a halfa two months ago so things were going well at the home front at least.

While his personal life was getting better it didn’t change the fact that he was not ready to be a king and he didn’t want to go to war. Phantom opened his eyes looking at a satellite and wondering if it was the Famous watchtower. Most of the tower had tried to contact the JL many times his first year as a hero. They had thought that the first time was a prank call and by the next call the GIW had started to put up an informal barricade. No other calls had gotten through.

Tucker had hacked their system and found out that by the end of the first year. No information about the ghost were available to anyone outside of Amity and anyone who was in Amity was heavily edited to the rest of the world Amity Parker’s didn’t exist. Danny’s first thought was to fly up to the watchtower himself and tell them what was happening. Sam had stopped him while Amity wasn’t public knowledge the Anti-Ecto acts were publicly available. This either meant they knew and agreed with them or they didn’t know and we’re being kept in the dark. Now he couldn’t leave even if he wanted to it was too dangerous for his people for him not to be around.

His ghost senses went off and he sighed. His rouges had been getting better at not being destructive but The GIW were also out. He looked down to see Ellie running from the GIW. protective rage thrummed through his core

Not My Daughter

He took off like a shot his core screamed as he saw Ellie take a shot to the back. Ectoplasm seeping down her back as she was still trying to get away.

“Papa!” She cried out as she saw him coming.

Dani now called Ellie had finally stabilized and had created a parent- child bond with him. He could feel the echo of pain from that bond.

“Ellie” he cried out looking at the GIW he noticed the had a net. “Ellie look out” he pushed her out of the way the net wrapped around him and a high electric current went through the net. The last thing he saw before passing out was Wulf grabbing Ellie and taking her to safety

#danny phantom #dp x dc #ghost king danny #tim drake #bones prompts #green lantern #feral Amity park #justice league #martian manhunter #GIW are screwed #Princess Dani Phantom

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hunflowers · 1 year

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pull me in

a/n: okayyyyyyyy a little writing because i missed writing but it's been hard writing a big story. satellite blurb about friend!harry and (thought to be) unrequited love hehe

Everyone knew the feelings you two had for each other. The feelings that went unannounced every day for years.

The constant questions you would ask about him, wondering where he was. The constant wondering if you actually liked him or if he was just reading you wrong. It was like this for years but life kept going, never once allowing you to stop and think, eventually causing you to drift apart.

The infatuation, admiration, and love were persistent, though, no matter how far apart you grew. You weren't exactly sure why.

When you turned eighteen, you went off to university in London to study education, and Harry had pursued his career in music. You had your mutual friends but it had been years since you physically saw or spoke to him. You had boyfriends and lovers and focused intently on your studies and career, so the pestering thought of a particular famous musician should've gone away. It was your plan, after all.

After a night out where you drunkenly admitted your feelings to an also drunk Harry and him not saying anything in return, you made sure to never embarrass yourself like that again.

Unbeknownst to you, however, Harry didn't hear you. Between the music, the slur of your words, and the guy talking in his left ear, he couldn't make out what you were trying to tell him. When he was trying to read your lips and form some sentence in his head, he saw the look on your face change and the smile you had quickly shaped into a frown. He was ready to ask you to repeat yourself but then that guy talking in his left ear stepped between you two to start talking to someone nearby. Then you ran off and Harry never knew what it was that you said.

It was a sore subject so even if your friends tried to talk to you about Harry and that night, you would quickly dismiss them, urging them to talk about anything else. Because you were so certain there was nothing to even talk about. He didn't harbor the same feelings as you, and that's okay, you couldn't force him to like you.

Over the course of the nearly ten years since that happened, you would be lying if you said you didn't listen to his music at all or notice him on tabloid covers. It was very hard to fully avoid someone that famous from your hometown who is still friends with your friends.

Though, you did a pretty good job if you did say so yourself. Through the rollout of his first two albums and the many invitations to his concerts, you always respectfully declined, saying you had too much to do to spend a night with screaming fangirls pining over the same man as you.

"Y/N, c'mon, it'll be fun! You haven't had a proper night out in a long time," Lynn, one of the few remaining links between you and Harry, and also your best friend, said. She pouted her lips, clasping her hands together and holding them under her chin to really emphasize her puppy-dog look. She had seen this trick far too many times with her students that she's immunized.

You shook your head, continuing to fold your laundry. "Sorry, babe, I'm just not feeling up for it. Concerts aren't m'thing."

Lynn scoffed, "No, his concerts aren't your thing. Which, in my opinion, is crazy because he knows how to put on a good show."

"That's great but I'm still not going."

"It's a free ticket!"

"Sorry."

It was the same fight for years. You just didn't want to go no matter how much your friends hype him up.

With his third album, however, your opinion slightly changed. Release day came and you picked a few songs to listen to. You liked them all which wasn't a surprise, but then you heard 'Satellite'.

You had no reason to believe it was about you because surely you weren't that lucky. But then you listened to it again and again. You got a new life, am I bothering you?

You called Lynn immediately. You had to know if someone else had the same thought. "I think so. I mean, he's been asking about you a lot lately, so I wouldn't be surprised."

"What do you mean he's been asking about me?"

"What else could that mean, Y/N?"

You sat in silence for a moment biting on your bottom lip. "What have you told him?"

"We've been telling him you 'aven't got time with anyone anymore because you only care about work."

"Lynn-"

"It's true, babe. You can't tell me it's not."

I can see you're lonely down there.

You laid in bed that night, staring at the ceiling. Before the phone call ended, Lynn said he invited you lot to his One Night Only show in London. She told you not to give her an answer yet and to actually think about this one before going off and dismissing everyone again.

You didn't think though because the next morning as soon as you woke up, you agreed to go. Just this once. For the experience. That's all.

You were so nervous when the day finally came. You asked if you would be seeing him before or after the show and Lynn said, "Probably both. Take a deep breath, it'll be fun."

You were let backstage when you arrived, escorted to a lounge where Harry and his family already were.

You nearly stopped in your tracks at the sight of him. It was a while since you’ve last been this close to him — but honestly, it wasn’t until you saw his face that you realized you truly have missed him.

You can’t decide how pathetic that is just yet, so you opt to get a drink from the mini bar set up before getting the chance to embarrass yourself.

However, Harry had also spotted you right away. He nearly leapt up from his seat when he saw that you actually took him up on his invitation. He remained cool though, casually getting up and making his way over towards you.

“Y/N, hi, I’m so glad y’decided to come,” Harry spoke behind you, causing you to jump a little at the suddenness. You turned around, nearly at the same distance when you last confessed your feelings. You got a small little flashback to that time but quickly disregarded it, giving him a small smile before reaching over for a hug.

“I figured it was time to see just how good you are,” you laughed, making him give a small chuckle in return. Without either of you realizing, the hug lasted a good while. You just stood there in each other’s embrace because this was a moment long in the making. You had every right to embrace it — and him.

And when that moment came that you both realized you should probably let go, you did; but not completely. Your hands remained on his shoulders and his on your hips as you stared into each others eyes, trying to read whatever emotions you could.

Was this good? Was this what you needed? Could you tell if he’s missed you as much as you have him?

You think yes is the answer to all of these questions. You both shared a small smile before completely distancing, waving him goodbye as he was urged to make his way to stage.

Lynn was watching the whole thing from across the room. Little to your knowledge, Lynn told Harry what happened that night all those years ago. How you confessed your feelings and was heartbroken because it seemed like he didn’t even care that you told him.

He did care. A lot. But by the time she told Harry, you had already began your distancing, opting to never seeing him again, despite him wanting to talk a few times. So he moved on just like you did, or so he thought he did (or so you thought you did).

But in that very moment, you, Harry, and Lynn knew that this was the start of something beautiful, this was the start of something that should’ve happened a long time ago. And when he goes on stage tonight to sing that special song, he’ll be looking for you, singing it for you.

Spinning out, waiting for ya to pull me in.

#so this has been in my drafts forever????? didn’t even realize #i never quite finished the ending but i figured y’all deserve to read this #harry styles fic #harry styles x reader #harry styles x you #harry styles fluff #harry styles

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bunjywunjy · 2 years

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How much of the Gulf is made by the impact crater? I know on the Mexican coast it slopes gradually, so some of it is the natural formation.

the actual impact crater was only ever about 112 miles wide and 10 miles deep, but it weathered away fairly quickly so that most of it is no longer visible to the naked eye, which is why it took so long to FIND the dang thing in the first place.

and this isn't unusual! unlike every other planet and moon in the solar system, Earth has an active water cycle that means that no meteorite crater really sticks around for long. the most famous large meteorite craters you've probably heard of here are actually SHOCKINGLY young, geologically speaking, mostly well under a million years old.

this guy is only 50,000 years old. baby! baby boy!!

the Chicxulub Impactor slammed down to Earth 66 million years ago, so it's not really much of a surprise that there's nothing left to see there unless you happen to own a military-grade spy satellite or a ground radar scanner.

#cursed biology #paleo

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Actors on Actors

Y/N Belmonte and Pedro Pascal rave about each other's past projects and speak of what to see next for them.

Word count: 2670

A/N: Hi friends! It certainly has be awhile. This is an extra part to my story Love on Tour. This new piece is an insight to her acting and what her future looks like as she speaks with a friend. I chose Pedro Pascal because why not! and because he's great. Also because he's part of the Latinx community :) So please enjoy, I had fun with these. Remember if you want to see something about Bel and Harry just shoot me an ask <3

The Chilean and Mexican duo are one you have not had the pleasure of seeing on your screens, but that changed today (electronic devices for now). When Pascal and Belmonte were placed in the room together, they hugged like family and began chatting like old friends. That's because they were. They met at a party–that's all we got as neither of them could stop laughing long enough to tell the complete story.

Pedro Pascal and Y/N Belmonte got photoshoot ready. Pascal rocked a pastel pink suit that was tailored to him perfectly. While Belmonte wore a loose-fitting velvet green suit that complimented Pascal well. Each photo together ended with a laugh as they worked to make the other laugh. It was clear by how easily our photographer captured their photos how much they enjoyed being in front of the camera. Belmonte stayed behind the scenes cheering on Pascal as he was directed to each new pose. Pascal did the same but went up a notch, going full dad mode, screaming how proud he was and "to work it." It's safe to say these photos will become everyone's favorites.

Pascal was quick to rave about Y/N Belmonte's acting and how she has a foot in every door for just about everything. Not Marvel, Belmonte was prompt to input. That reigns true, she doesn't say if she's auditioned or if she's been offered a role, but we're all waiting for the day another Latina graces the screen. Salma Hayek and Xochitl Gomez have got it covered, but hey, I'm sure Kevin Feige has a way to get my number if needed. Pascal laughs, stating he'd personally make a new role for her in his series, The Mandalorian. Belmonte assured him she could get her own roles, but she appreciated the offer.

It was apparent they were big fans of one another. They went back and forth complimenting their latest work but also their earliest. It's easy to say you're a fan, but they clearly have a strong love for each other.

Belmonte: The Mandalorian was a captivating series because your acting relied heavily on your voice and the emotion you had to convey. We went from a stoic Mando to seeing him care for Grogu as a father would. Going to the ends of different galaxies to protect and save his child. I was in awe because you did stunts and wore big armor, but the impact of you as an actor could be seen in your character. And with a third season coming, I feel honored to see you act.

Pascal: Stop it. I'm serious. I'm twenty years your elder, and yet I feel that I am learning from you. The grace you hold—I swear you've probably had it all your life. The way you speak of me, I feel that I talk of you whenever I hear your name brought up, and if I'm not in the conversation, then I'll insert myself because I love talking about you with others.

Pascal: She sings, dances, acts, and directs! What can't she do?

Belmonte: Knit, it seems. Somehow everything I make ends up too big or too small.

Pascal: Or has a weird hole somewhere. My sweater is a mix of this royal blue and light pink.

Belmonte: In my defense, I ran out of yarn. You love it, though!

Pascal: I do. I do. It's made with love. You picked up knitting for your anxiety, right?.

Belmonte: As much as I love acting, sometimes scenes require so much from me that I need a way to calm down, and focusing on my hands and a pattern is a way I found that helps.

Pascal: It's important to look after ourselves. It might seem odd, but I agree. I can't knit, but it works for you. Just sitting in silence can go a long way.

Belmonte: Self-care is underappreciated. Oscar taught me this fantastic breathing technique, which works wonders.

Pascal: Speaking of, we share a common friend.

Belmonte: Oscar Isaac.

Pascal: He's just marvelous and unforgettable.

Belmonte: So funny. Always has me in tears, that man. I miss him.

Pascal: Moon Knight, that was brilliant.

Belmonte: I was in awe. I knew he was great, but he just shined. I love his duality as an actor, taking on a role and making it his own. Marvel for going in a different direction of storytelling. Very beautiful.

Pascal: I visited him on set.

Belmonte: Me Too!

Pascal: Not that Marvel knows.

Belmonte: I was never there.

Pascal: We should have dinner or lunch or anything together.

Belmonte: I'm living in London now when I'm not busy filming, so if you or Oscar offer a guest room, I'm there.

Pascal: You're family. The door is always open.

Belmonte: Pedro, I will cry. Stop.

Pescal: You are, pequeña.

Belmonte: I remember you invited me to a family barbeque, and I showed up with my chicken salad even though you specifically said not to bring anything. I was like, I can not show up empty-handed, and I know everyone raves over this dish I make.

Pascal: My family raved about the dish for ages. They still do. Think a cousin of mine proposed that night.

Belmonte: He did. He cried when his mother said no because he was only ten. I felt at home when I walked into your family, and I'll always be grateful because your family treated me as one of them.

Pascal: That is because you are part of the family. Remember when you introduced me to your boyfriend, I think he was scared.

Belmonte: H was nervous. I hyped you up so much, only for you to tease him for not bringing you some of his nail polish or sweaters.

Pascal: It's nice. I will never say no to gifts.

Belmonte: He was so red. I hadn't seen him blush that much since when we first started dating.

Pascal: I did receive a package, though, with lots of his items. I was pleased.

Belmonte: H asked me for your address, and I told him he didn't have to, that you were only joking, but he assured me he wanted to. A gift, he said, for being so kind to him and always looking out for me.

Pascal: I'm glad he didn't listen to you.

Belmonte: He usually does.

Pascal: Do people know who you're dating? Or is this just ominous?

Belmonte: People know, I'm assuming, and if they don't, I'm sure they'll just google it.

Pascal: Good old google.

Belmonte: Should we go back to speaking about your movies and shows? I've got lots to say.

Pascal: As do I.

I feel your work speaks for itself. You're booked and busy, and I'm in awe of you.

Belmonte: Pedro—

Pascal: No en serio. The rolls you take range differently, and you make them each your own. For example, you worked with a dialect coach in Queen Gambit's because of your accent and learned Russian. That's not easily done. You learn from those around you and treat everyone with the utmost respect. A testament that you're someone who surrounds herself with good people.

Belmonte: I'm not crying, but if I were, that would be totally okay. I appreciate that; I really do. I admire you. I love seeing you on the big screen. That Hispanic culture is being represented. You're also very loved by the fans and the ladies.

Your IMDb speaks for itself. You take rolls that don't fit any mold, which is fantastic. In Wonder Women 1984, you got to play a villain, but he was also a father. The duality you showed for the two greatest needs he was searching for were apparent, and that film ending speaks for itself.

Pascal: Each character comes to life as soon as that camera rolls, and I just want to honor our writers and team.

Belmonte: When I work on new projects, I always enjoy speaking with the screenwriter because I want to see their character's vision and what more I can do to make that a possibility.

Pascal: I'll speak on this briefly because I can go on forever if you let me, and I know you won't, but your show, The Dance of Life, was one of the best. Taking that chance on a script that was based entirely on grief and allowing you the opportunity to put everything you have in there only made you better as an actor. I remember recommending the show for Oscar to watch, and he called me in the middle of the night, cursing my name for showing him the show. It's how Y/N met Oscar, actually.

Belmonte: That show was healing in the strangest of ways. I'm no stranger to grief, and it wasn't until I experienced it did I realize that it's not linear or has specific rules one has to follow. I was allowed to bring that into the set and spoke with the writers and teams about what worked and didn't. To have them listen and appreciate what I was saying reminded me of the importance of this story. One of my proudest works to this day still.

Pascal: As did the world because that earned you your very first Emmy at twenty-three, making you the youngest to receive the award.

Belmonte: You say that like a proud dad.

Pascal: I am. Not your dad, but proud. I took you under my wing, and I'm here to support you in whatever way, knowing your life story. I feel like I'm repeating myself, but I'm very proud.

Belmonte: That means–that means the world. For so long, I thought this industry would swallow me whole and felt that I'd have no support, but the support I have found is endless, and I'm grateful. This role opened many doors for me, and I will forever be thankful.

Pascal: Are there any roles you miss?

Belmonte: I don't miss the characters, but the crew. I feel like I make friends everywhere I go. For example, Alex is a costume designer I met on the set of my second film, and now I'm the godmother to his child. Frances was the head of engineering, and we meet up for coffee every time I'm in Atlanta. Helene is a beautiful friend who always helps at her daughter's bakery when she's not on set as a personal assistant. Taking the time and getting to know the crew makes for a great and safe work environment.

Pascal: Remembering names and something about them is a joy because you see them for months on end, so of course, you want to remember them. It's essential that we're all on the same team.

Belmonte: My mum always told me that kindness is given freely, but respect is earned.

Pascal: Wise words. Mothers do seem to know best.

Belmonte: Very true. H's mother is someone I go to for a chat sometimes when I need that extra support or unbiased view because I know she'll tell it to me straight. I'm thankful for that.

Pascal: I'm glad you have that. If she ever gets sick of you, give my mother a call.

Belmonte: Doubt it, but good to keep in mind if she's ever too busy for me.

Pascal: As if. I drop everything I'm doing when you call.

Belmonte: Even when you're reading a script.

Pascal: Even then, it means you're saving me from work. How do you practice remembering the script? I feel like my methods have changed over the years.

Belmonte: I'll read the entire script when it's given to me, and then I'll go back adding notes for myself or others sometimes. When I first started, I'd memorized the entire script, and being so young, I felt like I had so much to prove. Knowing the script helped, of course, but knowing line for line doesn't allow for that element of not knowing what's coming to get yourself in your character's mindset. Now I just practice with others, and it seems to work well. My boyfriend practices with me.

Pascal: Does it go well?

Belmonte: Nope. He is the sweetest. He's also an actor, got two films under his belt and two to be released this year, but I feel he's genuine in his acting, which isn't bad. Not at all, just that he acts with his heart on his sleeve. He allows himself to wear his character's emotion authentically because he hasn't differentiated the difference just yet. He is not good at lying, which is why his work is so excellent because he's giving himself away.

Pascal: He's genuine. That's amazing; I will take notes when I see his films.

Belmonte: He's a beautiful actor, but it's clear we have different styles.

Pascal: Don't worry, this is just his side job. This field is yours, always has been.

Belmonte: Pedro! It's not even that. I hope he continues auditioning because he has so much potential, and I want everyone to see it as well.

Pascal: He'd be perfect for a RomCom.

Belmonte: He'd love that.

Pascal: You'd love it.

Belmonte: A true joy that would be.

Pascal: Cast him and you as the leading love interests. I'll be your father.

Belmonte: And Oscar?

Pascal: Your other father or a weirdly involved uncle. I don't know, we'll write him in somehow.

Belmonte: Someone, please begin with the script.

Pascal: Contact our managers, please! Once it's ready, we're on board.

Belmonte: You're wrapping up filming The Last of Us soon.

Pascal: I am. It's been a great experience. The cast and crew I've had the privilege of working with had become family. It's important because you spent so much time with them and now we're all saying goodbye. I hope to see them soon or even work with them again.

Belmonte: Do you have something lined up next, or take a break and see what happens?

Pascal: Roles aren't falling in my lap, Y/N.

Belmonte: What!? No–

Pascal: Era una broma. Relajate.

(It was a joke. Just relax.)

Belmonte: Pedro, I will call your mother after this.

Pascal: No, I do like taking breaks. Sometimes I have something lined up, but this was over a year-long production. It's a series I am really proud of, and I feel like I deserve a break. You seem to go year-round. What were you working on early this year?

Belmonte: Foe in Australia with Paul Mescal, with whom I've had the pleasure of working. Finishing up the last few days of The White Lotus.

Pascal: See what I mean, booked and busy. But you like it, I presume?

Belmonte: I love it. I love the go go go moments, but I have come to realize that I do need breaks in there. My boyfriend was a big help in developing that. I love having a reason to slow down because work is not everything at the end of the day.

Pascal: He's got a fabulous job.

Belmonte: It's something unique. We'll get you out to a show, promise.

Pascal: The most important news dropped, I feel, was you being announced as Princess Irulan in the sequel of Dune.

Belmonte: It was…it was very competitive. I thought I wouldn't get it. I was sure the call would not come, and to my shock, not to Viola, my manager; she was smug, stating she knew I was perfect for the role. We're set to begin filming at the end of summer. So I'm glad to look forward to that.

Pascal: The waiting is scary, I understand, but congratulations. The cast is already so excellent, so adding you on feels perfect.

Belmonte: Everyone is kind, sent welcoming messages, and called me. I already feel very welcomed and am excited for what is to come.

Pascal: What will you do now?

Belmonte: Now? Get some lunch. My boyfriend is picking me up, you're welcome to join. We can practice his Spanish some more.

Pascal: Well, I can't say no to that.

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