Betty was written with William Bowery. In the credits, Joe is a producer. In the Long Pond Session, Taylor said James and Betty wind up together, but he really put her through it. In the Eras Tour Taylor introduces Betty, (Transcribed Betty Speeches) likening it to HYGTG. She says it is about a teenage boy trying to apologise to the love of his life:
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There are songs with a high school metaphor (Betty, August, INTHAF, MA&HBP & Suburban Legends) that have Haylor references. The metaphor of 17 year old James for 18 year old HS and Betty for Taylor is clearer. To me, I think Augustine is loosely based on Kendall Jenner, but Taylor has also shown she identifies with this role also.
To Vulture Aaron said:
This one Taylor and William wrote, and then both Jack and I worked on it. We all kind of passed it around. This is the one where Taylor wanted a reference. She wanted it to have an early Bob Dylan, sort of a Freewheelin’ Bob Dylan.
It's unusual for Taylor to have a direct throw back musical reference like that play such a role in the song. This may be William Bowery's influence, Taylor said that William Bowery played her a lot of diverse music. Harry Styles has a similar approach.
Lyrics
Betty, I won't make assumptions
About why you switched your homeroom but
I think it's 'cause of me
Betty, one time I was riding on my skateboard
When I passed your house
It's like I couldn't breathe
The opening reminds me of Wish you Would & Style with him passing her house, now on a skateboard rather than Range Rover. (cute video of Taylor recording the skateboard)
Harry has Asthma and uses oxygen on stage. This last line also reminds me of his anxiety, which Taylor has referred to in New Years Day (squeeze my hand in the backseat of the taxi) and Now that we don't talk ( Did you get anxious though On the way home?)
You heard the rumors from Inez
You can't believe a word she says
Most times, but this time it was true
The worst thing that I ever did
Was what I did to you
It's well known that James, Inez and Betty are Blake and Ryan's kids. I always wonder how Inez will feel about this line when she's older.
Here I think her name is standing in for the media, specifically I think of Perez Hilton which was a bigger thing in 2012. This is a call back to when Harry kissed a girl in Australia in April 2012.
The worst thing line is a reference to Where do broken hearts go's line "Counted all my mistakes and there's only one / Standing out from the list of the things I've done / All the rest of my crimes don't come close / To the look on your face when I let you go"
[Chorus]
But if I just showed up at your party
Would you have me?
Would you want me?
Would you tell me to go fuck myself?
Or lead me to the garden?
In the garden would you trust me
If I told you it was just a summer thing?
I'm only 17, I don't know anything
But I know I miss you
In the Long Pond Sessions, Taylor said 'William Bowery' wrote this whole chorus. It includes references to a number of songs about Harry and Taylor's relationship:
HYGTG "Stand there like a ghost / Shaking come the rain, rain / She'll open up the door / And say, are you insane, -ane?"
Cruel Summer "And I snuck in through the garden gate every night that summer just to seal my fate"
Style: " I heard / That you've been out and about with some other girl, some other girl" / He says, "What you heard is true, but I
Can't stop thinkin' 'bout you and I" / I said, "I've been there too a few times"
To be so Lonely: "Don't blame me for falling / I was just a little boy
Don’t blame the drunk caller / Wasn't ready for it all" and "You said you cared / And you missed me, too"
Betty, I know where it all went wrong
Your favorite song was playing
From the far side of the gym
I was nowhere to be found
I hate the crowds, you know that
Plus, I saw you dance with him
Suburban Legends "“I am standin’ in a 1950s gymnasium” in Suburban Legends and here Taylor is using a metaphor for a prom or school dance for an event. In Suburban Legends she is proud to be with him, here they are using it as a reason to escape together.
Wildest Dreams "He said, "Let's get out of this town / Drive out of the city, away from the crowds"" and who could blame either of them. I Know Places is also all about the avoiding crowds
The seeing Betty dance with someone else reminds us of Exile (I can see you standing, honey / With his arms around your body), Woman ("While he’s touching your skin He’s right where I should, where I should be") and To be So Lonely "Do you think it's easy being of the jealous kind?"
I was walking home on broken cobblestones
Just thinking of you when she pulled up like
A figment of my worst intentions
She said "James, get in, let's drive"
Those days turned into nights
Slept next to her, but
I dreamt of you all summer long
Cobblestones links it to Cardigan, and indicates it is set in London or New York.
I love 'figment of my worst intentions' for temptation, in Style she sings of him being with someone else and thinking of TS.
Betty, I'm here on your doorstep
And I planned it out for weeks now
But it's finally sinkin' in
Betty, right now is the last time
I can dream about what happens when
You see my face again
The only thing I wanna do
Is make it up to you
So I showed up at your party
This verse is similar to HYGTG, Wish You Would and The Last Time.
Also this is similar to the leaked Half the World Away "I messed up, you'll be fine / I'm gonna sleep alone tonight / Never gonna be the same"
Yeah, I showed up at your party
Yeah, I showed up at your party
Will you have me?
Will you love me?
Will you kiss me on the porch
In front of all your stupid friends?
If you kiss me, will it be just like I dreamed it?
Will it patch your broken wings?
I'm only 17, I don't know anything
But I know I miss you
The stupid friends like reminds me of Suburban Legends "I had the fantasy that maybe our mismatched star signs / Would surprise the whole school / When I ended up back at our class reunion/ Walkin' in with you" They are both expressing wanting HS and TS to be showing off their relationship, which they kept private.
Standing in your cardigan
Kissin' in my car again
Stopped at a streetlight
You know I miss you
Kissing in cars matches Cardigan "To kiss in cars and downtown bars was all we needed" and also matches the many references to driving.
If I could fly "I'm missing half of me when we're apart"
TBSL "You said you cared / And you missed me, too"
Hiiii love could you maybe do a Harry one shot where the readers a diabetic and when she’s out one day there’s a toxic fan saying stuff to her like “Harry shouldn’t have to take care of you” and “Harry shouldn’t be dating a disabled person” and stuff like that? I’m a diabetic and I get really insecure sometimes if you don’t want to it’s fine hope you have a good day/night :)
A/N: Alright babe I tried my best and I don't know a lot about the problem so I just winged it with Google I'm sorry if there are any inaccuracies. Also you don't need to get insecure darling, diseases happen they don't define who you are. Besides Harry has asthma doubt he's one to judge
Pairing: Harry Styles x reader
Word Count: Close to 1k
TW: None except curse words and talks about diabetes
My eyes droop as I finish washing my hands in the mall toilet. Even though I’ve just been out shopping for an hour, I feel like I could drop dead any second now. I was in a reasonably good state when I woke up today, so I decided to go out and treat myself to a day of shopping which is turning out to not be such a good idea. Besides the fatigue and weakness, my day has been pretty great. I slightly stumble out of the bathroom with a blurry vision, apologising to the woman I bumped into.
Fucking diabetes. It's been years since I was diagnosed, but it most definitely hasn’t been easy. The constant tiredness, mood swings and all are just a bit more manageable with Harry, who’s unfortunately not here with me today. My boyfriend of 3 years is in LA and won’t be returning for another week, so here I am trying to occupy myself.
I’m waiting for my coffee in the food court when I hear them, these two girls pointing and whispering at me like I didn’t notice. I paid them no mind and instead sat down quickly, gulping from my water bottle.
They’re just a couple of tables back, and somehow, through all the bustle of the floor, I can hear them clearly.
“Isn’t that Harry’s girlfriend? Jesus, look at her.” “Yeah, like she’s all bones.” They snicker to themselves at that comment as tears sheen over my eyes.
“I heard she’s a diabetic. Can you believe it? A fucking diabetic, and Harry Styles is with her.” “Proper burden she must be. My gran had diabetes; it was so hard to take care of her. Imagine how much poor Harry must be struggling.” “He’s so perfect. Why the fuck is he even dating a disabled person?” With that, I shakily get up and rush out of the door. Screw the damn coffee.
Having other people confirm my fears, just how much trouble I was to someone I loved dearly, hurt, to say the least. I knew better than to get caught up in the words of 2 teenage girls who knew jack shit about me, but that, mixed with my rising insecurities, was affecting me badly without Harry. He wouldn’t have let them get to me if he was here. But he wasn’t.
As I sit in my car, tears have started to go down my face. My unsteady hands dial Harry’s number, which rings until it goes to voicemail. I keep trying, but it keeps going to voicemail. Great, he isn't even picking up my phone. Did he suddenly realise how much of a burden I was?
I couldn’t watch a movie with Harry properly because of having to go to the toilet repeatedly, always having to carry a water bottle around, couldn’t go anywhere without insulin, I was constantly losing more weight than I needed to, always weak and tired. What more reason does somebody need to stop tolerating me?
Trying my best to hold myself together until I reach home, I practice everything Harry taught me to reduce my chances of having an anxiety attack. That’ll just tire me out more.
Once I pull up to the driveway, I race inside, giving no fucks about the bags in the car. My body collapses onto the sofa in the living room, heaving with thick sobs.
Why do their words hurt so much? They shouldn’t. I shouldn’t be so weak, I should be strong enough to pay them no mind, but I’m not.
I don’t hear the front door opening or the bags dropping on the floor as I cry. I don’t register him until his tattooed arms are wrapped around my trembling frame, and his smooth voice is whispering in my ears.
Harry tugs me onto his lap, completely enveloping me with his warmth.
“Hey mi amore, what’s wrong, hmm? Why’s my sweet girl crying like this? Came home early to surprise you, and you surprised me instead.”
I giggle softly at him as the waterworks gradually cease.
Harry’s green eyes peer at me fondly but sternly enough to tell me I’m not getting out of this by saying ‘nothing’, but I know he’s not gonna push me too much if I don’t want to talk about it. He understands I have trouble opening up and talking about my feeling. It’s been three years, and I just love him more for it every day.
I sniffle into his sweater, quietly breathing him in.
“I-I went to the mall today for some shopping. I was bored, so I thought, why not.” He gently smiles at me as an encouragement to continue. “It was good. It was pretty good except a few things, the tiredness and all you know. I went up to the food court to get a coffee, and there were these two girls a couple tables back. They were talking. Said you shouldn’t have to date a disabled person like me and that you shouldn’t be obliged to take care of me and all my burdens-”
“You didn’t believe them, did you, sunflower?”
A finger tilts my chin to look him in the eyes when I don’t answer
“Baby it's for me to decide what I should or shouldn’t do and loving you’s my antidote, lovie. Wouldn’t give that for the world.”
“You’re gonna make me cry now.”
Harry just laughs and tucks me into himself further.
“A disease you have doesn’t define you who are, darling. Besides those are happy tears aren’t they?”
One Direction (Some are requests, and some are not.)
Venture below the line for my Fanfics, and Oneshots of One Direction.
Preferences of the Boys
You’re Latina
Cute Date
Phones
Missing Christmas
Wearing His Shirt
Cameras
“More than I do”
Fears
Music
Surprising You
Helper
You’re African American
Secrets
Flowers
Gym Together
You’re Beautiful
Cute Moments
Names
Children
Zayn
Go-Karts
Stressed
Necklace
Laryngitis
Harry’s Little Sister
Birthday
Seeing Him Perform
Pillow Pad
Curvy - Z
Louis
Trigger Warning - Depression
Six Flags
Meeting Fans
Flirt
Singing
The Conjuring
Butt-Dial
Beach Day
Break Up
Curvy - LT
Liam
BFF
Curvy - LP
Surprise
Paparazzi
Bowling
French
Niall
You’re Sick
Pranking The Boys
High School: Getting into Trouble
Zac Efron
Paps
The Flu
Best Song Ever
You’re my Tomboy
First Concert
Everything has Changed
Scary Movie
Bad Dream
Not Pretty
Can’t Wait
Tickle Monster
Meet the Family
Driving Me Crazy
Preschooler Trouble
Masquerade
Fans give you bracelets
Basketball/Kiss Cam
Learning Dutch/Flemish
Appendix
Prank
Haters
Proposal
Award Presenters
Spider
Cars
Big Brother Harry
He’s Sick
Your son and Niall
Crazy Boys
Cuddle Buddy
Sick at Christmas
Road Trip
Truly, Madly, Deeply
Club Caddy
Rumors
Too Perfect
Kids Coloring
Grumpy
Old Friends
Sick Kid
Home Again
Curvy - N
Harry
Tattoo
He’s just a friend
Disney
Curvy - H
Couple’s Shoot
Plus Size
The Date
Movie Night with the Family
Asthma
Something Great
Cake
Making him Jump
High School: The Office
Fort Styles
Signing
Backstage
He talks to your Dad
Marcel -BSE
Nightmare
Cousin’s Wedding
High School
Scared to Love again
Punk
My Family
Everything
Black Friday Shopping
Getting Married
Meeting Daniel Radcliffe.
Wedding
Happy Birthday
Double Date
Drunk
Date Night Plans
Snowfall
Neighbors
Working Out
Move in
Couple Name
Our Tree
The Hate
Play Fighting
Cake Making
Beautiful Face
Story of My Life
Jealousy
Cheesy Jokes
Meet the grandparents
It’s a girl
I choose you
Food Poisoning
Going to State
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summary: harry applies to his dream job and they reject him.
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“No- J-Jacob, no. I dont have time f’this right now. I have a very serious interview to attend to so ill call y’later.” Harry hung up the phone with some annoying co-worker.
“M’so sorry ‘bout that. Where were we?”
“I've seen enough.” The lady said.
“W-wait,” He said briefly. “Did I get the job?”
“Unfortunately, you did not. You did not fulfill any of the requirements, and considering the way you just talked on the phone, I think we’re done here.” The lady grabbed all of her stuff ready to leave for the day.
“But,” He sighed. “I went to school f’this.”
“Im sorry Mr. Styles… But until you get every single requirement, we can't have you working with us.”
“But I’ve seen the requirements, and for one of them, I have asthma and physically, I cannot do it.”
“Then I guess I won't be seeing you around Mr. Styles.”
“So what? Did I just waste 2 years of my life going to a school for no reason?”
“Im afraid so Sir.”
“Bullshit.” He scoffed under his breath and grabbed his stuff and walked out.
Harry was beyond mad. He told Y/n that he was going to get this job no matter what it takes and now that he physically cannot get it, he doesn't know what he's gonna tell her.
The drive home was horrible. He couldn’t help but think about what Y/n was going to say to him, how disappointed she was going to be.
He finally got home and walked through the front door. It was about 9 P.M by now.
“y/n?” He called out her name
“I'm in here hon.” She called from the bathroom.
“Hey baby.” He smiled and she dropped her razor from shaving her legs and gave him a hug.
“So how did it go? Did you get the job?” She smiled. She would still love him whether he got it or not, she liked his other job better anyways
“Well, no… but please don’t be mad.”
“Cmon H, I can’t believe-“
“I know! Y’disappointed, I get it.” He rolled his eyes and looked away from her.
“No. Actually, I was going to say I can’t believe you think i’d care if you got the job or not.” She chuckled. “Are you okay though? I know you really wanted that job, and you know im happy if you’re happy.” She smiled.
“No m’fine. It was just my dream job but, the ladies in there were awfully rude so, I'd rather not work there anyways. But m’happy honey. Y’don’t need to worry about that. M’happy whenever m’with you.” He tucked her hair behind her ear.
Maybe he was lying, just a little bit. He was pissed he didn’t get the job, like really pissed. But he wouldn’t care if Y/n didn’t care. Or would he?
“I love you, H.” She beamed
“I love y’ more bunny.”
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The next day the fumes were hitting him. He was getting more mad and mad the more he thought about it.
Just him doing the simplest things would blow something in him. Whether he was washing the dishes or doing laundry, etc. He just seemed like he couldnt do anything.
So he was doing the dishes, just washing one plate and he just could not do it.
“Fuck!” He threw the plate down and it shattered. “Why can't I do anything?” He asked to himself quietly holding in tears.
Y/n heard it from upstairs after getting ready because they were supposed to have guests.
“H? You okay?” She asked running down the stairs with a necklace in her hand.
“M’fine.” He said grabbing the broom and dustpan.
“Wh-what happened?” She took one good look at his face. “Are you crying?” Her heart broke. She hated catching a glimpse of Harry this way. She doesn’t like him sad at all.
“If y’not gonna help clean up out here then get out of my way.” He said sternly not even looking directly close to her.
“No H. C’mere.” He finally looked up at her with teary eyes. Her heart broke even more.
“Hon…” She walked up to him and hugged him.
“Im so sorry bunny. Everything is just going wrong.” He said giving her the biggest hug ever.
“No its okay. Some heartbreaking stuff just happened to you and it's okay to feel this way.” She hated when he got like this. But she loved comforting him. “Look at me.” She says sweetly. He looks down at her because the height difference is insane.
“I love you, okay? And I don’t like seeing you all sad, so please promise me you’ll talk to me if you feel a certain way. I'm certainly not a therapist, but I can at least try.” She smiles and kisses him.
“Y’The best person I could ever ask for.” He kisses her again.
“We can cancel the dinner and not have anyone come here and just watch a movie. And after the movie, I can help you clean. If you want to, of course. Do you wanna do that?” She would do anything to have her Harry happy again.
“If it's not t’much trouble.” He loves when she takes care of him like this
“Then go sit on the couch and pick out a movie.” She smiles grabbing her phone.
Hello Anitra, some weeks ago I sent you an ask for a fic rec about HL (1 of them) working at the hospital and the other had an accident and had to go there and you wrkte in tags that you were trying to see if you could do a small fic rec bc there weren’t too much or if not, you’ll add it to your list, but it’s not there and I can’t find the small fic rec because tumblr search works when it wants 🥲🥲🥲 hope I’m not bothering you!
Hiiii! Sorry it's taken a bit to get back to this! Here are some fics that fit what you're looking for! (There were more than I thought!) Happy reading!
-Injured Character/Hospital Staff Fics-
If It Means A Lot To You by themasqueraded (NR, 25k)
20 year old Harry works at one of the best hospitals of London and he's got his whole life figured out. It all works out until a beautiful, injured boy comes along.
i carry your heart in mine by millsx (G, 18k)
It all starts with Harry covering a shift for his colleague. It ends in old wounds, resurfaced feelings and an ex-boyfriend Harry never really got over.
fight me breathless by sideofzemblanity (M, 7k)
Louis Tomlinson has no idea why he’s in a London hospital for asthma, but enter Harry Styles, his doctor, who he definitely doesn’t think is hot, and he’s left wondering if asthma is why he can’t seem to breathe properly with his doctor around.
When You Really Love Christmas by @jaerie (E, 5k)
Harry really loves Christmas. It lands him in the hospital with a Christmas tree stuck up his ass.
Slip into Your Arms by @ohpleaselarry (NR, 4k)
“Am I too old to ask for a cast that isn’t just plain white?”
The nurse laughs easily, shaking her head fondly as she continues to scribble on her little clipboard. Louis sets his free (non-broken) hand under his chin and sighs, peeking at the clock for the fifth time in the last minute. Waiting for doctors sucks. Waiting for doctors to come and fix up your throbbing hand while your head pounds and it’s Christmas- that really sucks.
I Don't Care It's Obvious by RedRidingStiles (M, 4k)
“You mind telling me what happened?” Harry asks.
“Well Lou here thought it would be a great idea to ride his board down the big hill on fifth street, you know the one right? Anyways he's going at least fifteen miles down that bitch and ends up falling off halfway down due to the fact he can't hold his liquor worth a shit.” The blonde explains, his words only slightly slurred as the two boys follow Harry down the hallway to an empty patient room.
“Excuse me, Niall, not all of us are Irish bloody fuckers who can - ah, ah, ow, motherfucking shooting pains, shit,” The injured one, Lou, says. Harry wonders if it’s a nickname.
“He kinda hit his head when he fell too, it's gonna be hard to tell considering some of the shit that comes out of his mouth usually but,” The dark-haired one pipes up, his voice soft and raspy.
“Piss off. I don’t even know why you two are still here, Curly here and I can have fun all by ourselves, right Curly?” Louis slurs, peaking up at Harry through his messy fringe. Harry tried his hardest to ignore the little flutter of fondness that struck his chest, he was a professional, even if cute drunk boys with broken limbs don't often stumble into his ER room as often as you'd think.
Temporary Fix by winterpillowtalk (T, 4k)
Harry as a doctor? You bet is he.
Charm Your Pants Off by 4ureyesonly28 / @evilovesyou (G, 2k)
When Harry hurt himself in front of all of his coworkers, he thought his Christmas Eve couldn’t get any worse. That was, until he ended up in an actual ambulance.
Perhaps the gentle and ridiculously attractive doctor he meets at the hospital can make his trip (pun absolutely intended) worth it?
Green Jello by orphan_account (T, 2k)
In Liam’s defense, he’d mostly been joking.
Louis didn’t see it that way, of course, but he wasn’t sure anyone else would either, had their best friend dared them to jump into the ocean in the middle of December “for the vine,” and they’d ended up in the hospital with a nasty case of pneumonia and a very high chance of being stuck there through Christmas.
Louis is stuck in the hospital for the holidays. The only spot of hope is his unfairly pretty nurse.
Sugar Let Me Be Your Passenger by teddy9 (G, 2k)
Someone must have deemed the situation serious enough to transport Louis somewhere else because when he regains consciousness he is notably not on the field. No he must have fatally injured himself and ended up in heaven. All of those half-hearted prayers to the big man when he needed to pass an exam at uni or make rent that month must have paid off because he was definitely in heaven if the celestial being above him was anything to go by. or
Louis gives himself a concussion playing football and Harry is the EMT who takes care of him and endures his shameless flirting on the way to the hospital
Hey everyone! Literally none of you know me, so I figured I'd give some little facts about me :)
You guys can call me Rhi
I'm 20 (21 in November baby)
She/her pronouns
I literally have a big girl legal job but I'm still writing fanfic like I did for 1D in 2013 (If I feel kind I'll share the 11 year old me wattpad links)
I'm an Owen Stan
I have 24 tattoos and 18 piercings but I'm adding on soon (Next is a Captain Spaulding from House of 1000 Corpses tattoo)
I hate peanut butter but my fav chocolate is Reese's Cups
Uhm my top artists on Spotify right now are JATP, Korn, Greta Van Fleet, Slipknot, Ludacris, Harry Styles, System of a Down, One Direction, Fleetwood Mac, and Motley Crue
My top songs on Spotify right now are What's Your Fantasy, Highway Tune, The Spins, She's a God, California Love, Safari Song, The Bard's Last Note, Kickstart My Heart, Not Good Enough for Truth in Cliche, and Custer
I have a 10 year old cat and an 8 year old dog
I just got my own house so I feel grown
I'm a forensic psychology major college drop-out
I fucking love anime
My last couple of concerts were Neck Deep, Mayday Parade (x2), All Time Low, Harry Styles, and BTS
My next concert is Pantera and I'm so fucking excited
I have asthma but I am a feral oui'd partaker
IDK if there's anything else at all you wanna know lol I am not that interesting
“We’ve been doing all this late-night talk-” Harry’s grin falters as, instead of the ending of the word, a cough escapes his lips. He scrunches his face in surprise and mumbles a sheepish sorry into the Mic before returning to the song. Luckily, no one seemed to mind, more so found it funny.
“Now you’re in my life.” Harry sings against the tightness in his chest, though you wouldn’t know it by looking at him. He keeps his composure, posing after every step he goes down to walk along the extended stage.
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Performing a concert is one thing, but singing through a song with lack of air circulating through you is another. Harry pushes through.
Words: 1774, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Fandoms: One Direction (Band)
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: M/M
Characters: Harry Styles, Louis Tomlinson
Relationships: Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson
Additional Tags: Love On Tour, Harry Styles has asthma, Asthmatic Harry Styles, Asthma attack, during concert, Louis saves the day, Fluff and Angst, May be a bit OOC, Oneshot, they're already in a relationship, so no painfully slow build up, Song: Late Night Talking (Harry Styles)
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not sure if i told already but i'm recovering from an asthma crises that almost put me down for good etc etc and the weather is really cold these days (it's 19° C rn and you may think i'm overreacting but we're used to 40° C+ 24/7. the other day we were dealing with 54° C even). while i like cold temperatures the weather changed literally overnight and i have a tendency to get sick when this happens, which adding up to the asthma... just imagine me as miserable as possible.
what i mean is. i'm sick. very miserable. and i finally managed to sleep an hour ago until now, when i suddenly woke up with my neighbours listening to terribly loud music. i live in an apartment complex and their backyard is right under my window (my luck is that i live on the third floor so it's loud as hell but not as much if i lived on the second floor). it's 3:54 am. boy, they woke my sick self up with HARRY STYLES. THEN JUSTIN BIEBER.
i'll tell you something, no acab is being enough to make me not want to call the police. they'll be alright because they're all white tho. they're just lucky i don't have any confidence in the police and think they won't come
Disclaimer!!! This is not a review for Xenoblade Chronicles 2, there’s no tutorial or whatever, it’s just me trying to justify whether Xenoblade Chronicles 3 will be worth my $60 by purchasing Xenoblade Chronicles 2 for $89 (yes yes, very astute sherlock)
Another!!! Disclaimer: this is incomplete as i struggle to parkour over my fat rolls and cut my toe nails, but it is also due to the fact that i’m playing Persona 5 and God Of War (I have ADHD) and will be writing a gossip column for these two non-switch games too stay tuned (i can’t screenshoot Persona 5 so perhaps not) Also, minor spoilers ahead and i’ll end this post with a ‘xoxo gossip girl’ if you aren’t up for it, don’t read it sparkly hoe ✨
Before the release of XENOBLADE CHRONICLES 3, I wanted to dabble in the Xenoblade franchise before making this very hefty decision (89 USD) of getting the latest instalment upon its release. And of course, in the midst of this review, I made the also very hefty decision to buy Xenoblade Chronicles 2 and it’s companion DLC (89 USD).
I’ve had my share of experiences in JRPGs this year, namely Persona 5, Final Fantasy VII, Monster Hunter and Fire Emblem Warriors: Three Hopes. I haven’t beaten any of them yet mainly because I was supposed to have a life outside of reading, netflix and video games but I chose to sleep instead and spend the next 14 hours of my day muting my boss’ calls on whatsapp.
On a typical JRPG play date, I’d download the Japanese Voiceover + any free crates or loots offered by Nintendo/PSN for using their console. And while I was supposed to download the FREE japanese voice pack for Xenoblade Chronicles 2 (Lips should move the way it should, no????)
I was fairly delighted to find that Rex (the MC) possess a very cute British accent (Listen, I love Great Britain and the fact that my country was once a British colony with very handsome accents and oh wow magnificent grading schemes for the GCSEs and geography lessons that don’t teach you countries but landforms and forests instead very sexy yes?
i’m mildly joking. i just thought that every time Rex speaks and I close my eyes, it feels like Harry Styles is narrating a story about Fonsett Village and justifying his need to send money back home (to his wife ME, i’m the damsel who needs money back home)
All in all, I didn’t manage to download the Japanese Voice pack mainly because I am a disappointment.
(I told my Japanese language tutor the same thing and from my peripheral vision could see that she was scrambling for an opportunity to grab her asthma inhaler from her bag)
Xenoblade Chronicles 2 at the beginning was merely dialogue and watching Rex salvage for parts to sell. After which, he lands himself a 200,000 gold quest and received 100,000 gold upfront (VERY CONVENIENT) *the corporate world should take notes ✍️
Oh I must also mention that he only buys an armour before transferring 90,000 gold to Fonsett village (I actually let out a very huge gasp when I saw what he was trying to do) His team comprises a hodgepodge of characters, two with an American accent and an uptight welsh cat girl (Nia) who sounds like an angry Virgo.
I will be talking about the rest of the game (if i’m not busy lying in bed and doing nothing) in the next part of this trashy game review. Til then!
1)Love the fic where he proposed over a cup of tea…so sweet💗
2) we all know how H has asthma sometimes so…could u write something w/the reader helping him with an attack idk or during an interview/concert/family gathering do as u pls
A nice day
XOXO
firstly, thank you so much that’s so sweet of you <33 and secondly, um yes i would love to give this a go at writing for you! hope you enjoy;
Harry couldn’t breathe.
He was in a panic, completely terrified of the uncontrollable situation. He was having an asthma attack concocted with a panic attack and it was brutal.
“Shit,” Jeff whispered as he watched Harry breathe heavily and loudly on the floor. His friend was currently on his hands and knees trying to gasp for air, whilst dressed in his notorious Fine Line outfit.
It was the big night. The one night only at The Forum for the release of his new album Fine Line, hence the costume. He had been nervous all day, with shaking hands and a tendency to forget simple things. You had been with him all day; having a slow brunch together out in the Hollywood Hills and then just chilling around for the afternoon. You didn’t want to anything to strain his voice, so talking hadn’t been an option. That left you either to sleeping and cuddling, whilst watching a movie, or sex. Now you were all for sex, but Harry complained that he liked talking to you during it and so that got shut down pretty quickly. You didn’t forget what he whispered to your ear though just before you cuddled into watching Bambi;
“Keep your moans for later, you’ll be fucking needing them for what I have planned.”
But that was over two hours ago now. Harry had been whisked away to start getting ready, what with hair and makeup first. You’d left him to it, telling him you would just lounge around and wait for him. It was when he was getting into costume had you announced you were just going to go down the street to get some coffee from Dunkin’ - seeing as there were few of them back in England, where you most commonly lived with Harry. The problem was you hadn’t come back yet, and it was an hour later.
“Harry mate, you need to calm down.” Kid Harpoon told him carefully, kneeling down next to his good friend. Nothing was working though and Harry was too breathless to ask anyone for his inhaler.
It had started by thinking about how nervous he actually was for tonight. It was such a huge show and one of a kind too. He was playing his new album and it wasn’t even 24 hours old yet. There was so much pressure weighing him down that he couldn’t breathe - he was suffocating in the anxiety of his own mind and he couldn’t escape at all. Then because he was in so much of a panic his asthma hit him and added another reason to his breathlessness. It was finally made worst when he realised you weren’t by his side to help him. You weren’t there to quickly eliminate the asthma and focus on helping him overcome the panic attack, instead he had his mates surrounding him - crowding him - and they didn’t know the first thing to do.
“Sarah, where’s Y/N?” Mitch shouted, making Harry squint the thought away. He didn’t want to think about how something back might’ve happened or might be happening to you. Where were you? Sarah’s response did no better to help him.
“I don’t know.”
“Harry bud. Talk to us.” Jeff spoke, crouched down in front of him. Harry shook his head, tears running from his eyes as he began crying. The sobs were really harsh and embarrassing. The tears were heavy and mixed with snot running from his nose to pool on the floor below him. He was not doing well at all, coughing when the asthma choked him up. He couldn’t do this. He felt like he was in a small box and it was only getting smaller. He felt as if he were going to die. Genuinely.
“Does he look like he can talk, dickward.” Adam’s voice came from the other side of Harry, messing his head up even more. There was so many voices and he couldn’t focus on just one, but he didn’t want to. He wanted yours. He needed yours. You.
Whenever this has happened before he was always luckily in the comfort of his home, or the tour bus and always with you. So this was unfamiliar and terrifying. He was beginning to think you’d left him or you’d gotten seriously hurt, but he couldn’t do anything to help. He was stuck - paralysed to this position as his lungs collapsed in on themselves and his brain sped the same speed as a train. You were his comfort person and it was only ever you that he wanted in situations like these. Just you.
“Move out of my way. Move!” Harry thought he heard you and your voice, but he hated that his mind could be playing tricks on him in desperation for what, or whom, he truly wanted.
He felt someone crash on the floor in front of him and the almighty smell of lavender and soap hit him all at once. This time, he was glad to have someone sit so close to him, because it was you.
“Harry look at me, hey, hey. You’re okay. Look at me bubs.” You spoke calmly, trying not to sound panicked yourself, even if you were heavily worried. You watched as he looked up at you, eyes ridiculously red and puffy whilst his nose was dripping like a leaking tap. You wanted to rub his tears away and dab away the snot, but your main priority was on his breathing first. “Okay good, okay.”
Your hand went into your bag and picked out his inhaler. You shook it a few times, before putting it into Harry’s mouth. “On three, one, two, three…” Harry tried is best to breathe in and you pushed down on the canister. “Good, bubs, really good. Okay again, one, two, three…” You repeated and then a third time until you could tell that the wheezing of his asthma attack had disappeared.
“T-than…” Harry tried to mumble out, but couldnt because he was still in panic and his throat was so dry.
“Sshh you’re okay.” You turned to one of the crew members and asked for them to fetch you a bottle of water. You asked people to clear out of the room and leave you with Harry for a bit, knowing he wouldn’t settle in front of all these people. You sat on the floor, crossed legged, and brought Harry to lay his head in your lap with his body trailing behind. You offered him one of your hands to squeeze if he wanted to, which he appreciated, cupping both of his around yours. Your other hand laid to stroke through his gelled hair - that would no doubt have to be redone now.
Instead of going straight into talking to him, you sang his favourite lullaby to him in aid of calming him down. It always worked, or at least helped a little. You sang quietly, noticing the beat of his heart soften with every line you sung. You were by no means a professional singer like him, but he liked the way it was so imperfect and mellow. It calmed him to hear something so simple and so you. Whilst you sang the crew never came back with your requested water and you thanked them, before you were the only ones left in the room.
After you finished singing you noticed how calm Harry was, almost still - the complete opposite to how he’d been all of 10 minutes ago. It was amazing what the power of you could do to him.
“What colour are we feeling?” You and Harry had created your own little system by which you would let each other know how you’re feeling by a colour of the rainbow. You’d designated a meaning to all of them that only you two could understand and used them on the days when you weren’t feeling great, to help understand each other’s feelings better.
“The whole bloody rainbow.” Harry mumbled out and you passed the water around so he could take a few sips, to which he thanked you graciously for.
“Oi, you can’t have that as your answer.” It was a rule that you could only use one colour to some your most intense emotion in that moment, otherwise there was kind of no point to the system.
“But it’s true. I feel grey with confusion, blue with sadness, purple with frustration, yellow with fear and even light yellow with cowardice. Yet I feel pink with happiness and light red with love.”
“What about red red?” You teased, not being able to help yourself.
“What? Lust? Always, for you that is.” You leant down to kiss his head as he cracked a joke, showing you that your Harry was still there beneath all this worry.
“Tell me what the colours represent in real life.”
“Purple because I am frustrated that I had to have a panic attack right before the biggest show of my career. Yellow because I am frightened that nobody will like the album and it will be a complete fail of a night. Grey because I can’t choose one colour and focus on it. I.. I—”
You could tell he getting himself worked up again, so cut him short. “Bubs stop, you’re okay. Listen to me.” You tucked his hair behind his ear as if to open it up for him to hear better. “Don’t ever be frustrated with yourself for something like this. You are allowed to have moments of weakness; you wouldn’t be human if you didn’t. Did this compromise your show? No. Did this show off how strong and brave you are? Yes. That’s what is important, therefore we can swap purple for dark yellow because you were brave. Which means yellow can also turn to dark yellow because you are so brave for doing something so huge and so wonderful. People already love the album H. Can’t get enough of it. Everyone will sing along to every word, I can promise you that. Or at least I will. You are amazing, so never undersell yourself. That’s important to me and for you. Bubs, you are so amazing for what you’re doing here tonight and I couldn’t be prouder of you. Yes, a panic attack isn’t nice and it isn’t convenient, but it just helps show how much you care about tonight and it going a success. That must count for something.”
He didn’t say anything for a bit and that was okay. He was most likely getting his thoughts together and mentally preparing himself for the greatest night of his life. You bent your body over so you could hug him, since his back was to your front, and just give him a squeeze to reiterate how proud you are of him.
“Y/N.” Harry spoke quietly, as your body encased his. You embraced his warmth and inhaled the beautiful scent that he was wearing. He both smelt and looked phenomenal.
“Yes bubs.”
“You know I love you right?” Of course you did, but it still made your heart flutter as crazy as the first time he said it to when he tells you now.
“I do.”
“And you know you’re it for me right?”
“Well.. I—” You didn’t want to get too ahead of yourself.
“Because you are.” Harry turned himself around, making you sit up so he could move. He was lying with his head facing upwards now, face looking less red and puffy, and staring right into the souls of your eyes. He looked magical. Beautiful. He thought the same of you. “And,” he moved his fingers to take off his S ring from Gucci, that probably cost more than your annual salary, and place it onto your ring finger of your right hand, “I give you this as a promise to share my last name with you someday.”
Seeing the initial of his last name sat on the finger opposite to the one he claimed he would one day put two more rings on, brought you to tears. “Harry…” You didn’t know what to say, you were speechless. You had never expected for him to do something as monumental as this and had never experienced it before to know how to react.
Of course you’d always dreamt of marrying him and being his for eternity, but never thought of it possibly becoming your reality. Now, Harry was completely devoting himself to you and only you and it suddenly all felt like the dream was settling in place.
“I swear to you Y/N, i’ll love you until the next lifetime and i’ll find you again. I love you so much, I can’t even tell you how much because it is so infinite. You’re so kind and patient with me and you see me for me, not for the Harry Styles, just Harry. I’ll never let a day pass without you on my mind and I think it’s because you were always meant to be mine. My heart is yours.” He smiled once he noticed you were crying, moving one of his hands up to wipe the tears away.
“How do I top that?” You whispered to him, but mostly to yourself. Both of you laughed.
“Just tell me you love me.”
“I do. I do love you Harry.” You nodded and then he sealed your confirmation with a kiss to his lips. You rested your hand upon his cheek, placing the coolness of the S ring upon his cheekbone, as he placed his hand under your chin to guide you into the kiss. He tasted divine and you smiled knowing that you got to have him like this, taste him like this, for the rest of your beating hearts’ days.
Speaking of mcyts... do ya’ll think Ranboo is doing well? (rhetorical/joking)
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Image 1: A screenshot of a playlist on Spotify. It shows that the playlist was made by “Ranboolistens”. It has 8 songs and 1,923 likes. It is 27 minutes and 23 seconds long. The thumbnail of the playlist is the album cover of “Your City Gave Me Asthma” by Wilbur Soot. The title of the playlist is “Still not in mcc”.
Image 2: A screenshot of the songs in the playlist. Songs 1-5 are “Jubilee Line” by Wilbur Soot. The sixth song is “Sign of the Times” by Harry Styles. Songs 7 and 8 are, yet again, “Jubilee Line”.