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rosyrosethings · 3 years

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Harry's assistant goes on a date.

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”Y/n where are you going?” harry asked as she walked past his office. It was noon and y/n hair was all done up into braids with a two-piece outfit that was pastel blue her favorite color. Harry knew she was trying to look good for someone. His thought started to pile in. Is she going on date? but she told him she loved him but she was drunk and she forgot the next morning. Since she forgot he didn’t want to make things awkward.

”on a park date.” she said digging in her purse looking for her lip gloss. She replied as she continued to walk past his office. Harry got out of his desk chair to follow her.

“A date?” He questioned. She stopped in the bathroom mirror and applied her thick clear lipgloss. He stood in the door of the bathroom watching through the bathroom mirror.

“Yes.” She answered quickly.

“With?” She sighed. He’s not giving up she thought.

“Chris.” She mumbled avoiding all eye contact with him.

“Chris? The ass who cheated on you?” He said with a sarcastic laugh.

“Yes, he just wants to talk.” She said, turning around to face him in the doorway.

”He wants you back and you know it.” He said crossing his arms. She shrugged her shoulders.

“So what if he wants me back?”

“He cheated on you! Are you not seeing the problem?”

“Look Harry, no one ever said I was considering getting back with him. I just said I'm going on a lunch date with him to catch up.” He sighed as she stepped past him. He followed her down the stairs as she was walking towards the door.

“Okay.. how long will you be gone? I was planning on making dinner for us tonight. If that’s okay.” He felt like he was losing her. But then she turned around and sent him a heartwarming smile.

“I won’t miss it for the world. I’d be back right in time for dinner okay?” She said.

“Okay.”

Y/n was enjoying catching up with Chris. He was an asshole sometimes but she and Chris were childhood best friends. She did sorta miss his company.

“So you and that Harry guy. Not a thing yet?” he asked, she rolled her eyes.

”No. Mr. Styles isn’t into me like that.” She said looking down at her fingernails in her lap.

“But you want it to be something?” he said lifting one brow at her. Giving her a very questionable look. She sighed

“Is it that obvious?” She said with a pitiful look in her eyes.

“I mean he’s all you talk about. You should see your face when you talk about him.” He said sending her a half-smile. “I kinda think he has a thing for you also.” She gave him a questionable look.

“Why do you think that?”

“Remember I went with you to that office party. The guy was sending me daggers the whole time and then he let you stay with him.”

”He was sending you daggers because he could see the fuck boy in you that I couldn’t see at the time and he invited me to live with him because I’m a great assistant and my boyfriend took all my money he felt bad for me.” She said looking directly at him with a slight glare.

“Yea and about that. I’m sorry. I was a horrible boyfriend to you in the last few months.” He said with a sigh.

“It’s fine, It honestly feels good to be with someone other than Harry who knows me. I did l miss your company.” He smiled. He has missed her so much. He wants her back but he knows he doesn’t stand a chance with Harry in the picture.

“Harry I’m back!” She said as she closed the front door of the house. She could smell the aroma of fresh-cut vegetables.

“In here.” He yelled from the kitchen. She went into the kitchen. She walked into the kitchen with a smile that was quickly washed away by the site of Bridget setting the dinner table.

“Mr. Styles I didn’t know Bridget was joining us for dinner. You guys are back together?” She said looking at Harry who was on the stove.

“Well, she came back in town a day early and came over we made up.” He said, not looking at y/n. He was pissed that she went on a date with that asshole. The more he thought about it. The angrier he became. He took her money and cheated what more could she possibly want from him?

“Yea I’m sorry If I’m intruding I just missed him so much. And I won’t be spending the night tonight. I have a lot of things to do tomorrow ” She said wrapping her arms around Harry’s waist.

“No, it’s fine. It’s your boyfriend. I'm the one intruding but I’m too hungry to leave so I’m gonna stay.” She said as she sat down at the table. Shortly all the plates were made and everyone was sitting and eating.

“How was your lunch with Chris?” Harry asked breaking the silence. He wants to know everything that asshole said to her. He knows Chris wants her back. She's just to have to see it.

”Ohh pretty nice actually. We just caught up.”Y/n responded.

”whos Chris?” bridges asked cutting her streak.

”He is her ex.” Harry mumbled.

”Ooooo so it was a date?” Bridget asked getting excited. Thinking maybe if Y/n gets a boyfriend she would back off of Harry and move out.

”ha! A date with a guy who cheated on her and took all of her money.” Harry said, Bridget choked on her food in shock.

“Mr. Styles why would you say that?” She said

“Because it’s the truth. He just wants you back and you’re falling into his trap.” Y/n rolled her eyes.

“Do you think I’m stupid?”

“Yes.” He mumbled.

“Harry!” Bridget yelled.

“It’s fine. I think he’s stupid too.” Y/n said while eating her steak. Bridget just sat there dumbfounded as the two argued like children. They sat their in silence. For a while.

“Okay!! I’ve had enough. I’m going home.” Bridget said getting up and kissing Harry’s cheek.

“I’d walk you out.” Harry said Ashe bent down to kiss his cheek. He stood up to follow her out giving her one more kiss.

“Apologize.” She said as she walked out. Y/n stood up getting the extra plates. To the sink and scraping all of the scraps-in the trash.

“Why are you so mad about me seeing Chris?” She said

“Because he wants you back and you’re basically falling for it.”

“Harrry i don’t understand why does it matter to you? So what if me and Chris get back together?” She said putting the plates down to look at him as he stood on the other side of the kitchen island. He didn’t reply they both just stared at each other. He didn’t want to say he was jealous of Chris. He didn’t want to lose her. He walked over to her.

He grabbed her jaw and kissed her. Y/n was in shock. She didn’t know what to do. He was kissing her. Mr. Styles was kissing her and she wasn’t doing a damn thing. She quickly realized what was going on and kissed back. Their lips wanting to do that since day one. He pushed her back against the fridge. Kissing her more as his hands traveled up and down her waist. They were interrupted by a knock on the door. Harry continue to kiss y/n.

“Mr. Styles.. you should get the door.” She mumbled against his lips. He groaned going to answer the door. Seeing the one and only Bridget.

“Bridget..”

“Harry I’m sorry, I forgot my purse.”

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faustrinus · 4 years

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The First Stages Of Learning How To Love

❥ Drarry For the last month, Harrry had been fidgeting with a strange toy that George had given Ron in exchange for his help in the Weasleys Wizards Wheezes. It was a small, shiny object, but since no one knew what it did, Harry got to keep it. It seemed to help Harry with his nervousness- but, how could the boy who lived be nervous? After facing deathly experiences so many times? Well, the thing is; it was another kind of nervousness. It was the wave of shame that hit Harry when he noticed his crush staring back at him, or the tension when they are sitting really close and their thighs touch with each other. When someone says something funny and that person laughs big and loudly, and the poor unfortunate soul that's in love with them can't help but wish that smile was for them and only them. Yes, that kind of nervousness. And the damn butterflies came again when he spotted him entering the Great Hall. Fuck Draco Malfoy and his perfect hair, beautiful features and elegant moves. “Harry?” Hermione called his attention, it seemed like she had been speaking for the last few minutes but the boy wasn’t paying attention to her, “What’s on your mind?” Harry opened his mouth to say something but he got cut off when Ron sat next to him, big dark circles under his eyes. “I hate Potions. I hate Potions so much that if I could go back in time to kill whoever invented the subject- I would, no doubts.” Hermione raised an eyebrow, “Well, that’s what you get after you were mean to Crookshanks last night, no help coming from me.” Harry giggled a little, looking at his two friends. Not even a war could change who they were as people. “It’s a cat, Hermione.” “Well, he’s certainly smarter than you sometimes.” Ron snorted, but still smiled a little after doing it, “Thank you for that, girlfriend.” Hermione blushed, ignoring the now amused Ronald Weasley that was watching her expression with too much interest, “You were going to say something, Harry. What was it?” “Nothing important.” “Well, it has to be,,” she spoke in her most reprimanding tone possible, “Since I was talking to you about this assignment we have to do in Defense Against the Dark Arts, and it’s very important.” “For the start of the year, they are really pushing us, huh?” Harry rolled his eyes, “What is it about?” “Weren’t you paying attention to the last class?” Harry tried to remember. The only thing he retained for that class was how close Malfoy was sitting to him and that he smelled really good, like lemons and something fresh. “Not really.” “And why is that?” “Harry’s got a little crush,” claimed Ginny, who appeared out of nowhere, claiming her place next to Hermione, “It’s pretty evident.” Harry tensed and suddenly his two best friends were staring at him with suggestive looks, waiting for an answer. He couldn’t give it to them as if it were nothing- and he couldn't lie, because he was a pretty shit liar. After spending his whole life trying to save the whole wizarding world and never thinking about what he wanted, being head over heels with someone was a strange feeling. “Well, hello to you too, Ginny,” he spoke, trying to redirect the attention, “I didn’t know you were having breakfast with us today.” The girl rolled her eyes and hit playfullyt one of Harry’s arms, a smirk appearing on her lips, “Oh, c’mon, do not play the fool. I can read you like an open book.” Harry felt himself blushing, but he couldn’t deny that Ginny was in fact, saying the truth. After all, they'd known each other for so long that she often could read him better than he could read himself. Though their relationship hadn't worked out, they were still close friends. Soon after they broke up, Ginny discovered she had a crush on Luna Lovegood and time later, Harry noticed his attraction to Draco Malfoy. Ginny’s situation was a little bit easier considering she wasn’t enemies with Luna before all the stuff that happened. People wouldn’t be too shocked to see them together or if the Ravenclaw reciprocated her feelings. “So you know who is Harry’s crush, Ginny?” Asked Ron, one of his hands on his chest, “I thought we were your best friends, Harry. And you told my sister first?” Harry had wanted to slam his head against the table ever since the topic had arrived in the conversation, “I don’t have a crush,” he assured them, “And if I did I wouldn’t tell Ginny.” The girl stuck out her tongue in a mocking gesture, “Oh, but you do have a crush.” Hermione (who had been looking at Harry since he started to act more and more nervous) hit the table gently, drawing the attention to her, “Harry, if you do, you don’t have to tell us who it is...” she laughed softly, “but remember you are a terrible liar.” After she spoke, the table fell silent. Harry just wished that the earth could swallow him so he could escape the conversation, but just standing up and leaving the Great Hall when it was at its fullest looked too suspicious, and the last thing he wanted was for people to stare at him. “Fine,” he mumbled, “I do have a crush on someone, happy?” Ginny nodded furiously with the brightest grin on her face, while Hermione and Ron just seemed surprised- of course, they were acting. They were trying to make their friend feel more comfortable, but it was crystal clear they believed it before Harry said it was the truth. Harry glanced at the blond boy that was sitting alone at what used to be the Slytherin table (because now everyone could sit wherever they wanted) and thanked every spiritual being he could think of that he wasn’t looking at their table. If he did, Harry would die right there without having time to react. “So… any clues on the lucky person?” “Ginny,” Ron scolded her, “don’t make Harry more uncomfortable.” “I just think he deserves to be happy after so much shit,” she excused herself, ignoring the look Ron gave her for swearing. "I'm sorry, Harry." An apologetic smile decorated her freckled face. Harry accepted the apologies, nodding, “Don’t worry. Just… don’t make a big deal out of this. It's not like I actually have a chance, anyway.” Ron looked confused, “But you are Harry Potter! You are practically a legend! who wouldn’t like to be with you?” “The war ended. I’m just… Harry. I don’t have anything special besides this dumb scar.” Hermione took her special edition of The Ministry of Magic: A guide and smacked Harry on the head with it, making a soft thump sound. He was about to complain when she shut him off with her finger. “Harry, you’re a lot more than that. You’re amazing at Quidditch! you’re also very good at defensive spells. You’re creative, brave and a good leader.” “Yeah,” agreed Ron, “you’re also an extremely caring friend and fun company to be around, I always have fun when I’m with you.” “And in case you're feeling insecure,” Ginny was the last to say something, “You’re a very good boyfriend. Very pleasant kisses.” “Ginny!” “What? Sometimes people are insecure about their kissing skills.” Harry chuckled to hide the fact he was becoming as red as a tomato, “Thank you,” he scratched his neck, “I guess.” “Is that enough for you to feel like you have a chance?” Harry felt his stomach twist into knots again, but rather than some mere butterflies, they felt more like an elephant stampede, “Maybe.” “Good.” ─────────────────────────────────────── Two weeks later, Harry was still mulling over the conversation he'd had with his friends. They did have some good points- he wasn't that bad. And really, everything could happen. He didn't expect Ron and Hermione to be together, but they were. He also didn't expect for Ginny to get in a relationship with Luna in the two weeks that had passed, but she did. Maybe… he just had to wait for the right opportunity to take. It seemed like destiny was totally in his favour (or against him, it depends) when he collided with the person that was owning his thoughts. The one and only, Draco Malfoy. “Be more careful next time, Potter,” he said, but his voice wasn't as harsh as Harry expected it to be- it actually sounded kind of gentle “also, your wand fell.” Harry quickly put himself back together and muttered a low Thanks while picking up his wand. Draco was still standing there, watching him. Was he waiting for something? thought Harry, Maybe this the chance I have been expecting all this time. “Malfoy?” Draco arched an eyebrow, “Potter?” “Would you like to study with me for the Defense Against the Dark Arts exam?” The question that flew on the air caught Draco with his guards down. He tilted his head a little as if he was asking if that was a joke or if Harry was being serious. A long, awkward silence elapsed, and Harry was just about to apologize and run for the bathrooms to hide when Draco answered. “That would be… nice,” Draco answered, still sounding unsure, “but why me?” “Why...not?” Responded Harry, confused. Draco laughed, his head going back with it. It was the first time Harry had seen him laugh since the war, and he loved it so much he wanted to push him against the wall and steal his air in the most desperate kiss ever. “You're really funny without noticing, Potter.” Draco said while viewing outside the castle, “What do you think about working outside?” ─────────────────────────────────────── Since that day, Harry could say he and Draco were...friends, to say something. They started sitting right next to each other in all the classes they had in common, sometimes escaping the Great Hall to eat outside or going to the library to read those huge books the professors gave them. Needless to say, most of the teachers were glad that the boys had a beautiful relationship compared to how they used to treat each other before. The most fun thing to do with Draco was to sit under the big tree that grew in front of the Black Lake, working on their homework and then talking about whatever they were thinking. Sometimes Draco would rant about how funny was the fact that the only spell Harry always used was Expelliarmus, and Harry would laugh about the fact that Draco used to come to school in a suit (that he looked very good in but Harry wasn’t going to say that out loud. At least, not yet). “Seriously, Potter, why did we hate each other so much when we were younger?” Harry smiled at him, and for one second he was sure he saw Draco's face getting subtly red. “I don’t know. You were kind of annoying. I was also annoying.” Draco nodded, “True, but you had the right to be. You were new to the wizarding world and everyone was expecting you to be the greatest wizard in the whole universe. That’s a lot of pressure.” Harry kept the silence for a minute, admiring the views that Hogwarts offered. It felt like home, this school was his home- and he had to leave it after this year. Everyone felt nostalgic after spending most of your time in a place and then leaving it, but there was so much more to it. Harry lived his most life-changing experiences there, he met the people that filled his heart. He met Hermione, Ron, Ginny, Neville, Luna, Remus, Professor McGonagall… He met Draco, the boy that was sitting next to him whose hair was shining down the sunlight. “Yeah. I guess it was,” he agreed with a whisper, “But you didn’t have it easy either.” Draco looked down stiff but hummed from Harry to continue what he was saying. “I hope you don’t… blame yourself for everything that happened, Draco. Because I don’t blame you. You were a child, you just were trying to do what was best for your family and your pride. And I did the same.” When Harry realized he said Draco's name, he coughed to hide his sudden embarrassment. It came to him as something natural to say, but he didn’t know if Draco felt the same sensation. Draco took a rock that was nearby and threw it into the lake, watching it disappear into the distance, “Thank you… Harry,” Harry grinned when hearing his name, and he was sure that now the blond boy was blushing hard because of the intimate moment they were having. Could it mean something? “Any more words of wisdom coming from you, Harry?” Harry accommodated himself better, moving a little bit closer to Draco. He didn’t try to move away, instead, he leaned a bit on Harry. Their shoulders were touching and their hands were dancing near each other, doubtful and nervous. “Can I...?” Draco nodded and that was enough for Harry to grab his hand, intertwining their fingers slowly. Draco squeezed softly as a response and they felt the wonderful emotion of knowing that something greater was about to come. They had found that place where they felt comfortable, where they felt like they fitted for the first time in so many years. It felt natural. “I...I do have more words of wisdom.” Harry broke the silence, screaming internally because he was holding hands with Draco Malfoy. “Care enough to share them?” “Somebody once told me that we've all got both light and dark inside us. What matters is the part we choose to act on.” “Sounds like someone really wise told you these words.” “Yes, it was someone very wise.” Draco smiled and rested his head on Harry's shoulder, the cold breeze coming from the lake made them shiver, but it didn't matter because both of them were genuinely happy after so much suffering. After so many sacrifices, being in love or enjoying someone’s company was a silly thought. But silliness couldn’t feel better. “This is nice.” “It is…” Harry commented, his impulsive and nervous personality gaining against his composure, “I’m sorry if my hand sweats.” Draco giggled and Harry knew that he would embarrass himself a hundred times just to hear that laugh. ─────────────────────────────────────── They continued holding hands as they studied in the library or relaxed on the school grounds, far away from the prying eyes of others. Harry knew that he should know that it meant something, but Harry was too oblivious for that. He was too oblivious to know that after a whole week of meeting every day and holding hands, Draco might be expecting something more. But was he? Clearly, they had something going on, but it didn’t have a name. Harry knew from the first day that he wanted to leave everything in the past and start again his story with the Malfoy, but was Draco on the same page? sometimes he would lay down next to Harry and laugh at funny clouds, or even play with Harry’s hair when he was falling asleep after a difficult match of Quidditch. All the signals could be read as something evident- but were they ready to take another step...? “Harry!” Hermione called him, running to keep up his pace, “Merlin, you’re fast. Where are you going?” Ah, yes. Harry hadn’t talked about the crush thing with his friends since the first breakfast in the Great Hall. He was sure Ginny had seen him walking with Draco one or two times, but Ron and Hermione just received the I have things to do explanation and Harry would then leave. After one week or two, it was okay, but a whole month had almost passed and they didn’t have any idea of what Harry was doing in his free time. They respected his privacy, but it was becoming weird not to see him that much as they were used to. “I’m going to the Black Lake… why?” “Oh, great! I’m going too, I miss spending time with you.” Harry stopped walking, his hands shyly gestured to Hermione to stop too, she did, a confused expression standing out on her face. “Hermione… I would prefer to go alone, okay?” “...Are you mad at me and Ron? Because I promise you we won’t fight that much if you come back and spend time with us. We are worried about you.” Of all the things Harry expected to hear, that was the last one he thought of. Mad at his friends? He could see Hermione was troubled about the whole thing since she was acting uneasy and insecure, the total opposite of her whole persona. “What? No, I’m not mad at you or Ron.” “Really?” “Yes, really. Now…” he pulled her aside, “It’s… I should have told you before, I’m sorry.” “What's going on, Harry?” He breathed, trying to come up with a summary of everything that had happened, “Remember the conversation about my crush that we had like a month ago? well, I’m… making some progress with that person, okay? we have been meeting these days and It’s going really well.” “Oh, Harry,” Hermione left her books on the ground to jump a little and hug her friend, scaring him a little bit on the process, “I’m sorry for making assumptions. And I’m really proud you’re chasing what you want!...but Ginny told us she has seen you with Malfoy a lot.” …. “Oh.” Harry was about to turn back and run to the Black Lake when Hermione grabbed his wrist, narrowed eyes scanning Harry, “Your crush is…. Malfoy?” “Yes…..?” Answered Harry, not knowing if Hermione’s expression was good or bad, “I’m sorry if that bothers you, ’Mione.” “It’s… surprising. And I'm sure is going to take Ron by surprise too when he finds out. But people can change, and if he makes you feel happy. I’m all about it.” “You sound like a mother.” “Go to your date before I hex you,” she elbowed him playfully, “and tell….Draco, that I’m sorry for punching him a few years ago. But he deserved it.” “Yeah, he did,” Harry laughed, but nodded anyway, “I’ll tell him.” ─────────────────────────────────────── When Harry finally reached the spot where Draco was supposed to be waiting for him, he was caught by surprise when Draco wasn't there. Instead, some students were laughing under the tree, throwing rocks at the Lake. Where could have Draco gone? “Hey, Potter,” one of the guys called him, and Harry rolled his eyes because he knew he was one of the main assholes in his same year, “We were waiting for you.” “For me?” Harry looked around, noticing that everything felt a little bit...fishy, “Why?” “Oh, well,” one of the girls crossed her arms, “Rumor has it you have been spending a lot of time with Draco Malfoy.” “...What?” “We have seen you.” Certainly, Harry didn't expect them to know. He and Draco had tried everything to be subtle, just because they knew not everyone would be happy about them getting along better. But why did these people care? “Okay… And why is that any of your business?” Harry hissed, his right hand searching for his wand. “I thought after saving the whole Wizarding World you'll be smarter, Potter. He's a Death-Eater, remember?” “I remember. But he isn't one anymore.” “Once a Death-Eater always a Death-Eater,” Harry could swear he saw a strange mark sticking out the guy's arm, “Did you forget that?” “People can change.” “Yeah, I guess they can. But didn't that asshole try to kill you?” Harry snapped, “Don't call him that!” All of the group laughed, taunting their pockets for their wands. Harry didn't want to fight anymore after the war, but they were surely testing him. “Let's do this the…. muggle way, shall we? You were raised by them, maybe it's more comfortable for you.” And before Harry could distract them and run, the biggest guy in the group pounced on him, knocking them both to the ground. Harry was trying to get up, but the guy was twice his size. He didn't waste any time, smashing his fist into Harry's face. Despite the trickle of blood running from his nose, he was grateful that his glasses had fallen off his face, unbroken. The rest of the group stopped cheering when a voice a few meters again shouted: “Stupefy!” Harry managed to see Draco's silhouette casting the spell before the guy on top of him flew and fell unconscious next to him, his friends staring at his motionless body with surprise. Draco was getting closer, and with each step he took the students acted more and more anxious, deciding at the end to run in different directions to escape from the cold gaze the boy was giving them. “Are you okay… Harry?” Harry let out a small nod and got up carefully, observing how his shirt was getting stained by the blood that was dripping from his face, “I have to say, this is not the first time someone broke my nose, but yes, I'm okay.” Draco released the air he was holding and arched an eyebrow to the guy laying on the ground, falling on his back probably hurt, but he didn't care to be honest, “What an asshole.” “Couldn't agree more, but I would rather not have him in here,” Harry complained softly about the pain of his broken nose, but before healing himself he pointed his wand at the guy's chest, “Rennervate!” The guy woke up disoriented and unstable, falling to his knees when he tried to get up. His eyes followed Harry's face and then Draco's, both of them watching him with unreadable expressions, but definitely not friendly ones. And of course, when the guy noticed his friends had left him alone, he ran to the castle so fast that someone could have thought something was chasing him. Draco aimed his wand at the running student, but Harry stopped him by grabbing his wrist, denying softly “It's fine.” “It's not fine,” he mumbled, “he left you looking like a mess.” Harry laughed but instantly winced at the pain, leaning on the tree behind him to search for support, “I'm going to break a record if my nose gets broken one more time.” “You are stupid.” Draco began to walk closer to Harry, but stopped himself midways, “Can I...?” Harry looked at him confused, “Can you what...?” “Touch you,” Draco chuckled, and when Harry flushed, he added, "to heal you, dumbass." “Oh, I mean… if you want, yes.” And then Dracos free hand was grabbing Harry's face by his cheek, his other wand pointing at his nose, “Episkey,” the blood stopped dripping. “Thank you… for all of that, you know, saving me from these idiots.” “You were ready to fight back,” whispered Draco, not moving his hand even though he had finished healing the green-eyed boy, “But you didn't, why?” “I guess I was a little bit distracted when they attacked.” “But that doesn't make sense,” Draco was expecting answers, but Harry didn't seem to be paying much attention to the conversation- if the way he was looking at Draco's lips was any indication.” “Draco… Can I kiss you?” When the question came off from Harry's lips Draco let out a little yep and almost jumped back in surprise, releasing the grip he had on his wand, “What...?” Harry was already regretting his words after seeing the opposite reaction, so he quickly shook his head while moving his hands awkwardly, “I'm sorry! I don't know why I said that. Just forget it, okay? maybe I should go and get something from the kitchens-” Draco gripped Harry's wrist and asked a new question, this time sounding more confused rather than surprised, “Did you mean to say that?” “Er… Yes? I have wanted to kiss you since the first day ” Harry clarified to Draco's shock, “And every time you get close to me I get nervous and I know is dumb because we were becoming very good friends but is something that was really fucking me up and-” Draco grabbed Harry's shirt collar and pulled him into a kiss. If Harry thought he had any idea about kissing- all of them were destroyed when Draco kissed him. It was such an overwhelming feeling that he hummed into their mouths, grasping Draco's shoulders. As they deepened the kiss, Harry felt how his eyes were becoming watery at the sensation of the cold hands holding him caressing his face. He was happy. After what it was a very magical moment they both cut the kiss, breathing heavily. “Should I have asked before doing that? “Just do it next time if you don’t want me to die from a heart attack.” “Oh, so there will be a next time, Potter?” “Shut up and kiss me, Malfoy.” ───────────────────────────────────────

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eyes-lungs-pankreas · 3 years

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Hello!! Could I get a H.p and a teen wolf ship? I'm a slytherin, loves portions, dark hair and raven eyes, long straight hair. Female and straight. I'm a tsundere (hard on the outside but actually cares) I love Psychology and helping people. I'm very social and love parties. I can be completely cold a minute or completely open the next. I'm flirty, hopeless romantic, short tempered, sassy, sarcastic, scared of commitment, stubborn,bossy, a natural leader. I suck at swimming, dancing and maths. I'm weird and crazy, and I don't have an off switch. I'm pretty unpredictable and I have a tomboy style. I love the colour blue. Loyalty and honesty are traits I admire. I love pop music, reading and writing.

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From Harrry Potter I ship you with Fred Weasley♡

Your Hogwarts House: Slytherin

Your Wand: Aspen, Dragonheartstrings,14inch ,flexible

Status: Pureblood

so Fred started noticing you after he and his twin had done a prank on the slytherins, boombing them with some kind of powder that turned their ropes fully red,

unfortunately for them you where one of the victims and from then on the prank wars started, you even besting them sometimes

you two where literally obsessed with each other, even george got tired of planing pranks against you ,so you just targeted Fred

the tension broke when he saw you at a ministry party he was going to because of his dad, that you where forced to attend to by your parents

you wore a purple gown looking more girlish opposite to your normal tomboy style and started teasing you about it and laughing at you

you finally had enough and shoved him against a wall, kissing him fiercely just to shut him up

it felt so good you felt yourself grinning inwardly, thinking ‘’Hmm maybe not just to shut him up’’

and from Teen Wolf with Isaac Lahey♡

Isaac had a crush on you even before he became a werewolf, he liked you since the day you took a seat beside him in science class, making you lab partners for a year

you where new in school and didn’t think anything of it when you choose to also sit with him at lunch but he was just so happy , shuttering and shyly smiling when you talked to him

when he finally asked you out he was already turned, using some old pick up line trying to sound all cool, acting all cocky

making you say ‘’i love your new confidence but i like how you where without all this pretence, that is the guy i would go out with’’

it has been two years since then and you’re still laughing at your boyfriend for the way he asked you out

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i hope you like it love <3

requested by @stellastyless

Get shipped

#teen wolf ships #harry potter ships #isaac lahey #fred weasley

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schrodingers-fag · 4 years

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what would you say your type is?

I like all kinds of boys but I’d say if I had like a Type it would be 2 things. Either very scruffy, kinda raggedy, rough around the edges (Dean Winchester for example) or long hair, very pretty, kinda feminine but not a femboy (Conan Gray or harrry styles for example)

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harrystyltistical · 5 years

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In The Crowd

NSFW

Summary: You leave Harry’s concert and end up at a bar, where you run into him and decide to get some drinks.

Word count: 3.7k+

Warnings: Slight mentions of daddy kink, bondage, spanking

A/N: Here it is, unedited so sorry if it sucks. She’s finally updating, we’re so proud. This is basically my take on the ‘noticed in the middle of the crowd’ trope. It’s 6:48 Am, I started at like 1, I am tired, the sun is out, have fun you horny fucks. Like and rb if you enjoyed.

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You‘re on cloud nine, the traffic piling up not standing a chance against your mood. It may have took you twenty-one years to go to your first concert, but it was well worth the wait. You’d spent the whole night singing, screaming and dancing to your heart’s content, you couldn’t believe you’d been missing out on this experience all your life, you felt so safe and so happy, surrounded by people who gathered for the simplicity of enjoying music.

The beautiful curly haired boy danced and jumped around the stage as he sung, reading signs and teasing fans in between sets, the energy surrounding you making you feel unstoppable. Your heart nearly stopped when he’d turned to you, walking his way to the edge of the stage and hushing you for screaming just as everyone else quieted, a shade of light red coating your cheeks at all the eyes suddenly turning towards you.

You’d attached your phone to the radio so you could listen to the album on your way to the bar, belting out the lyrics and picturing yourself back in the sea of people. You were always a fan of One Direction-- you recalled crying when Zayn left and laughed momentarily, oh how things had changed--, but you’d never looked into Harry’s music until recently and when you found out he was coming into town you jumped at the chance to buy a ticket. Harry had always been charming and handsome, his beauty was timeless, but he had never looked better than he did as he stood on stage and sung his heart out, clearly in his element.

Your childhood crush was clearly redeveloping as your heart pounded at just the thought of him, everything about him was perfect from his cute little smile and accent to the silver rings that adorned his fingers. Absolutely, positively, drop dead gorgeous, you thought to yourself as you pulled into the parking lot of the bar.

The cold air nipped at your warm cheeks as you made your way to the entrance, glancing over at the shining sign of the hotel that stood next to it. The metal was cold as you wrapped your hand around it, pulling one of the doors open and being instantly enveloped in the warm air.

While on your way to the bar you tripped on a loose floorboard, losing your balance momentarily and grabbing onto the shoulder of the stranger standing in front of you so you wouldn’t fall on your face. When your balance was regained you looked up, your eyes meeting those of the stranger who’d saved you from an embarrassing tumble. Your apology caught in your throat as your heart stopped, or maybe it was just beating so fast you couldn’t feel it, either way the last eyes you were expecting to be met with were those of the boy you’d spent the last hour watching as he danced around the stage.

“Y’following me round?” He says, breaking the silence lingering between the two of you, his eyes brightening momentarily as they met yours and recalled the face in the crowd.

“No, no, of course not.” You reply quickly, surprised he even remembered you and quickly squishing the mere idea of you following him. You weren’t a creepy stalker and it was the last thing you wanted to be labelled as.

“S’a joke, love. Did you enjoy the show?”

“Uh, yeah, loved it. It was a wonderful escape from everything else in my life.”

“M’glad you enjoyed it, but wha’s wrong with everything else? Actually, hold that thought, we’re gonna talk about this over a few drinks.” Harry says, asking the bartender for two margaritas and tapping the seat next to him for you to sit. You hesitantly took the chair, taking a deep breath as you waited for the bartender to finish your drinks. Harry’s eyes didn’t leave you for a second, scanning over you like he was looking for an answer etched in your skin.

“So, is that tattoo from my song, by chance?” He says, pulling your left arm towards him and gesturing to the words ‘have the time of your life’ scribbled there.

“No, I got this a couple years ago when I turned eighteen actually. Uhm, it’s what I tell myself when I want to do something but I’m too scared, guess it’s kinda lame.” You explain, grabbing one of the margaritas when the bartender slid them over.

“S’not lame at all, I think it’s quite cool. Now, tell me wha’s wrong, love.” Harry says, turning towards you and taking a sip of his drink.

“Just… life, I suppose. I’ve been really stressed lately and I guess I just need a night off.” You say, trying your best to explain the way you were feeling, still unsure as to why he cared.

“Yeah, I get it. I hope my show helped relieve some stress.”

“You must be under a lot of stress, what do you do to help when it gets too much?” A smirk played on Harry’s lips the second the words left your mouth, looking down at his drink and choking back a laugh. A jolt of confidence ran through you, you weren’t sure if it was the alcohol in your system or the excitement from the amazing night you had, but something encouraged you to say

“Maybe we could destress together sometime, then.” Harry paused, looking over at you

“S’naughty of you, angel.” He says, licking his lips and giving you a look that made your knees weak

“Well, what’re you gonna do about it?”

“Think you’d be better off imaging what I could do.”

“And why’s that?”

“M’not sure you could handle the real thing, petal.”

“Try me.” You say, turning in your chair to face him, your brow raised as you bathed in your newfound confidence. His hand was on your chin in seconds, leaning forward to whisper in your ear.

“I will not hesitate to tie you up, pin you down and fuck you til’ you’re screaming. Don’t test me, angel.”

“Lot of bark and no bite, so far.” You say, shrinking under his glare before jumping at the bang of Harry slamming the money for your drinks on the table and tugging you harshly out of the bar by your arm. You struggled to keep up with his fast pace, his hand holding tightly onto yours as you walked through the doors of the fancy hotel next door. The confidence you had mustered faded away with the wind, causing you to feel abruptly more nervous.

The elevator ride to his room was quiet, tension filling the air and making it hard to breathe. You began to wonder what you’d gotten yourself into, glancing at the curly haired boy who towered over you and thinking about what he was truly capable of. You figured your flirting was harmless and that he’d never bite, but now you were almost hoping he would.

The walk to the hotel room itself was short, Harry quickly sliding his card in and swinging the door open, holding it there for you and glaring at you as you walked in. It was nice, although you didn’t get to look long before Harry was pinning you against the wall. His lips wasted no time attacking your neck, sucking, licking and biting at the sensitive skin, your fingers fiddling with the buttons of his shirt for a second before Harry smacked your hand away, harshly pinning them beside you on the wall.

“You’ve got quite the mouth on you, pet. Might aswell put it to good use.” Harry says, pushing you to your knees and staring down at you as you got to work on his belt. You kept glancing up at him, having trouble believing all of this is real.

You pulled Harry’s pants down his legs, rubbing him slowly over his underwear before catching his warning glare and pulling them down to meet his pants, his cock springing up as you freed it from it’s restraints. You tried your best to contain your shock at his large size, taking his cock in your hand and pumping slowly. Harry let out a quiet hiss at the feeling, tilting his head back and basking in the pleasure as you ran your tongue up the underside of his dick, taking your time to lick around the tip, teasing him as much as you could without getting a punishment before hollowing out your cheeks and attempting to take the rest of him in your mouth, your pumping hand helping you out on your way down. Harry entangled his hands in your hair, pushing your head lightly, you gagged as his tip hit the back of your throat but didn’t cease your movements, pumping, licking and sucking as you silently begged for his cum.

When the feeling in the pit of your stomach became too much you decided to reach down and play with your clit as you sucked Harry off.

“None o’ that.” Harrry said when he noticed your fingers working against yourself, reaching down to grab your hands and place them on either of his thighs. You began to moan against him, your fingers working to relieve some of the pressure, closing your eyes as you ran your tongue around his tip, bringing it to the top and kitten licking slowly, tasting his precum on your tongue as you did so.

Harry’s head was thrown back against the wall, mouth hanging open and choking back moans. You tried your best to focus on the task at hand, but the almost angelic sound of his moans was distracting, and you wanted nothing more than his hands trailing all over your body.

“Okay that’s enough, angel, think m’gonna cum.” He groaned under his breath, but you ignored him and instead began pumping faster, hollowing your cheeks out as much as you could while simultaneously staring up at him innocently. You closed your eyes as you prepared to feel his cum shoot out in hot ropes, coating your tongue, but instead felt the harsh tug of your hair and his dick slip out of your mouth.

Your eyes met his, and damn did he look angry. You clamped your thighs together as you stared up at him, trying your best to suppress some of the pressure that’d been building up all night.

“You must’ve misheard me, petal, because surely you wouldn’t be so disobedient as to misbehave so soon.” He said, running his thumb along your bottom lip and watching as you slowly took it between your lips. You ran your tongue along his digit, waiting patiently for whatever might come next.

Harry used his other hand to pull you to your feet by your hair, backing you up until you hit the side of the bed, sitting down and staring up at Harry as he ran his fingers through your hair. He took a seat next to you, causing you to glance over at him in confusion. Harry raised his brow at you and glanced beside him, signaling for you to lay over his lap. You obeyed, not looking to get into any more trouble than you’d already gotten yourself in.

He massaged your ass slowly as you laid there, mentally preparing yourself for the sharp pain of his hand coming down against your ass. Harry slid his hand down your ass and to your thigh, softly nudging your thigh to open your legs, moving your underwear to the side before swiping a finger through your folds. You opened your legs a little more, focusing all too much on his fingers, waiting anxiously for his next move. He began rubbing slow circles around your hole, reaching forward to play with your clit momentarily before moving his hand back and abruptly shoving his middle and pointer finger inside of you, pumping them in and out rapidly. His other hand continued to massage your ass slowly, his tongue shooting out to lick along his bottom lip.

You buried your face into the bedsheets, biting your lip to suppress the moans and grinding back into Harry’s fingers, wanting more. You’d imagined Harry’s fingers would feel nice, but the real thing was so much better. Harry used his other hand to move your hair out of your face before continuing to massage you, his rough fingers feeling amazing against your bare ass.

You squirmed under Harry’s touch, your hips grinding into his thigh, hoping to feel some pressure on your clit, loving the way he made you feel. The way his fingers could reach so much farther than yours made your toes curl, thoughts of what he was capable ran through your head as you slowly approached your orgasm. You lifted your head to glance back at Harry, catching the beautiful sight of him biting down harshly on his lip as he stared at his fingers working themselves in and out of you, presumably soaked in your juices.

You laid your head on your arm, not taking your eyes away from Harry as your legs began to shake, your orgasm fast approaching. You swallowed down your moans, trying not to make too much noise and disturb the other residents of the hotel. Your walls fluttered around Harry’s finger, a moan involuntarily tumbling out of your mouth as you came around his fingers. Your orgasm washed over you, making you tired, but both the relaxation and drowsiness you felt were taken away with a harsh slap to your ass.

“Did I say you could cum?” Harry says, placing another rough smack to your ass. You laid there, trying to catch your breath before being yanked up to be eye level with Harry.

“I asked you a question and I expect you to answer, petal.” He said, giving another smack to your ass. You shook your head no in response to his question, jolting forward quickly when you felt three more smacks on your ass.

“Use your words.”

“No, you didn’t.”

“Hm, didn’t what, angel?”

“You didn’t say I could cum. I didn’t know I had to ask.” You say softly, your stinging ass only turning you on more. He moved your legs onto the bed so you were laying down before reaching into the drawer and pulling out a pair of hot pink fluffy handcuffs. Your heart skipped a beat when you saw them, eyes trailing over to meet his.

“S’okay love, but m’afraid tha’ since you don’t know how to behave, i’m gonna have to tie you up.” Harry says, clicking the handcuffs around your wrists “Just tell me if you want to stop.”

You nodded, agreeing to tell him if it was too much as you slowly rubbed your thighs together. Harry climbed onto the bed, spreading your thighs and sitting inbetween them. His eyes wandered your body freely while his hands left teasing touches along your thighs. Harry’s eyes met yours as he reached up and slid his fingers in your mouth, watching as you sucked your juices off his fingers.

“Alrigh’ angel, I’m a bit of a narcissist so if we’re gonna do this m’gonna need you to be loud for me.” Harry says, leaning down so his face is hovering above your own, his hard on pressed flat against your core.

“Yes sir.” You say, taking a deep breath and tugging lightly at your restraints. Harry hummed in approval before leaning down to leave kisses along your neck

“Call me daddy.” He whispered in your ear, his hot breath fanning out across your neck and sending a shiver down your spine. You paused for a second, processing what he said and gulping down the clump in your throat.

“Daddy.” You mumbled under your breath, tugging lightly on your restraints. Harry groaned, pulling your underwear down the length of your legs and carelessly discarding it, giving himself a few languid strokes before lining himself up to your entrance, glancing up at you for approval before pushing himself in slowly, wanting you to feel every throbbing inch he had to give. Harry filled you up all the way, his cock stretching you in the best way possible. It took you a minute to adjust, but when you did you gave Harry a quick nod and he began thrusting slowly, moaning into your ear as he felt your tight cunt wrapped around him.

Harry began to speed up when he felt you pushing back into him, holding himself up with his arm as he slowly fucked himself into you. He slowly began to build his pace, savoring the moans that tumbled over your lips, his lips kissing and biting down your neck, sucking momentarily on your sweet spot before continuing his way down to your breast, taking one in his mouth and using his hand to massage the other.

Your moans only cheered Harry on, encouraging him to go faster and harder with each thrust, fucking you into the bed as hard as he could. Harry stared down at you, watching your eyes roll into the back of your head as he fucked you, his and trailing up the bridge of your breasts and making its way to your neck, slightly cutting off your airways as he choked you. You dug your teeth into your bottom lip as you watched him fuck you, his eyes filled with lust as he relentlessly rammed himself into you.

“You look so good, angel, taking my dick. Such a dirty little girl in such a pretty little package. Your mouth gets you in a lot of trouble, eh?” Harry says, spreading your legs to get deeper inside you.

You couldn’t help the moans that poured past your lips as you tugged, hurting your wrists as you reached for your clit and momentarily forgot about your restraints. You whined, giving the handcuffs a few more light tugs as a show of your disapproval.

“Awh, what, love? Y’don’t like the handcuffs?” Harry asked in a teasing tone, you shook your head in response “Too bad, should’ve thought about that before you were a disobedient little slut. Y’just lucky I didn’t fuck you in the bathroom of tha’ bar.”

“Please, daddy, I wanna touch you. I’ll be a good girl I promise.” You say, his pace not slowing down for even a second as he trailed his hand up from your throat to your jaw, squeezing harshly.

“Shut up and take my dick.” He says, putting your legs over his shoulder and his hand back around your throat, speeding up as he hit a new angle that drove you wild, digging your fingernails into his back and dragging them down. You were sure not to hold any moans back, pushing your head back into your pillow as Harry fucked you, using the hand that was around your throat to play with your clit. Your legs shook beside his head as he hit all the right spots, tightening his hand around your throat when he felt you squeeze around his cock.

A loud moan shot from you mouth as you came around his dick, but he didn’t slow down as he chased his own high, putting the fingers that just seconds ago were playing with your clit into his mouth, moaning at the taste as he released his load in you, hot ropes of cum shooting deep inside you.

You both relaxed, taking a moment to enjoy your orgasms before Harry pulled out, watching as his cum dripped out of you. He ran a finger through your folds once again, collecting a mixture of his cum and your juices on his finger and bringing it up to your mouth where you happily took the digits into your mouth, the salty-sweet concoction coating your taste buds as you gave Harry a wink.

Harry took his fingers back once you’d licked it all off and dipped his head back down between your thighs.

“Didn’t think we were done yet, did you love?” He asks, licking a fat stripe up your sensitive, wet pussy. You moaned quietly at the feeling, once again tugging at the cuffs that bound your hands as you forgot they were there. Harry wraps his arm below your thighs, holding your red ass in his hands as he ate you out. He moaned at the taste, the vibrations hitting you in your core and flowing throughout you. You lifted your hips, grinding into his tongue as you felt him slip in and out of you, using his tongue to play with your clit and fuck you.

Harry looked like he was enjoying himself, finding it hard to choose between licking up inside you and sucking on your clit, finding a middle ground by sucking on and licking at your clit while finger fucking you.

“Gonna cum for me, like a good little girl?”

“M’not sure I can.” You say, taking a deep breath that ended in a moan.

“Sure you can, a dirty little girl like you, even ran that slutty little mouth of yours, time to own up to it, petal. Cum on my fucking tongue, I wanna taste you and feel you cum all over my face jus’ like you did with my cock.” Harry said, switching positions so he was using his fingers to play with your clit and licking up inside you with his tongue.

Your orgasm hit you like a ton of bricks, racking your body and leaving you fatigued. Harry licked up your release before making his way up your body and giving you a wet kiss. You moaned into the kiss as you tasted yourself. You playfully bit at his bottom lip before retreating back into his mouth, kissing each other slowly as you returned from your highs.

Harry left a final peck on your lips before laying next to you, where you looked around for your underwear as you prepared to leave, spotting it on the lamp shade and standing to grab it. Your legs felt weak as you went to stand, so you were glad when Harry grabbed your hand and pulled you to sit back down.

“Where are you going?”

“Home.”

“Ah ah ah,” He said, pulling you back up to him and burying your face into his chest as he pulled the blankets over the two of you “you never told me about wha’s wrong, plus there’s traffic, you won’t be home til’ late.”

“I did tell you what was wrong, stress, remember? Sounds like you’re just trying to make an excuse so I’ll stay and cuddle with you.”

“Yeah, that too.”

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jennifersylvesters · 5 years

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ii and xxxix with a harrison/reader fic!!

HSHSHSHSHS OKAY i didn’t think anyone would actually want anything so i was really reblogging that for inspo but thanks so much for asking! instead of meal prepping, i wrote this instead lmao. i got a bit too into it (i’m a hoe for royals/modern!royals). so instead of just explaining how i’d combine it i kinda just…wrote it? well, kind of wrote it. parts of it are gonna be bullet points while the rest are going to be drabbles

ii. royal au / xxxix. survival/wilderness fic

okay so you’re the heir to the throne for your country who’s been engaged to the prince of a neighboring land

and you find the idea of marriage absurd - you do not need to strengthen your country’s ties because you’re more than capable of leading your people alone until you choose your own suitor

but this has already been set in stone, nothing you could even do about it

like you don’t even know this man

the country hasn’t even got the nerve to send a portrait, which honestly - how dare??

“He must be monstrous” you laughed amongst your ladies-in-waiting. They all giggled at your joke as you complained about your soon-to-be.

“I’ve heard he’s quite brilliant, your grace” Elizabeth, your most trusted lady-in-waiting politely states. While she enjoys the jokes, she deems it necessary that you understand your suitor.

“Brilliance does not equate to beauty” you remind her. The other ladies giggled louder at your quip.

“Prince Harrison not only disgraces himself by not sending a portrait, but his country. He has not even sent a letter, yet he would expect me to be compliant? How cruel must he be to his betrothed” you whimpered jokingly, throwing a hand on your head. The ladies burst into laughter. For they all knew that even though you jested, Prince Harrison would never have your heart.

rumors float amongst the palace about him, nothing that particularly interests you

the kings and queens have decided that you shall be married in his country, something that makes you detest the prince more

for you, like your country, are beautiful and proud. and to be married in an unknown kingdom sounded unbearable to you

they’ve decided to send harrison to come escort you back to his castle in hopes that the relationship would improve. you, of course, find this to be ridiculous. but there’s not much you can do

so on the day that harrison is supposed to come to your kingdom and escort you, you sit in the throne room with your ladies waiting for him

and when the doors open, you will admit you’re a bit taken back

because in front leads a tall gentleman with sandy blond hair and beautiful blue eyes that you can’t help but drink him in

judging by his outfit, he’s not harrison. which is a bit of a shame, really

so you sit up straighter, surveying all the men who entered the room

you ask about prince harrison to which the gentleman in front states that he unfortunately is not here

“So he did not come” you frown, standing up and moving your hands behind your back, grasping them as you took a step forward.

“He sends his regards, your grace” he takes a knee, bowing his head. “Unfortunately he was indisposed. He sent me here in his place to escort you to-”

“Have I asked for an excuse?”

“N-No, your grace.”

“Then perhaps you can explain to me why you felt the need to further explain your soon-to-be king’s actions. Or, shall I say, lack of.”

He grows quiet as you scan the rest of his men. Although they stand at the ready, there’s a sense that they understand your power and control.

“Do you not think of your prince’s actions as disrespectful towards his betrothed?” you ask him. It’s a double-edged sword of a question, and the Lord knew you were testing him.

“Your frustration with my prince is understandable. However, you were never meant to be shown this discourtesy. My prince is unwell, barely able to lift a finger. How could we ask him to join us when he could easily infect you, your grace? That would be a travesty; to have any harm, even a minuscule sickness, befall you would be terrible. Neither the prince nor I would not wish that upon you. So we ask that you seek forgiveness in your heart and do not hold it against him.”

His response was impressive; everyone was well-aware. You weren’t expecting him to answer with such poise. This man intrigued you, making you want to learn more about the stranger.

“What is your name?”

“Harry, your grace.”

“Harry?” you repeat, raising an eyebrow and turning towards your ladies-in-waiting with a smirk. They all smile, some looking away afraid that they might break into a fit of giggles.

“And Harry, may I ask your thoughts on having a similar name to your prince?”

“It is an honor that you may think it similar, but we are two different men. We both have our redeeming qualities, and I hope you come to appreciate them.”

It’s a smart yet calculated answer that you feel slight admiration for the Lord. “Harry, you may stand.” He gets up, straightening himself as he looks at you.

“If I may be so bold, Harry, will you show me the same respect and honor that you do for your prince?”

“All that and more, your grace.” You don’t have to glance back to know that some of the ladies are taken back, smitten with the man who spins words like gold. “I will never let any harm befall you.” You breathe deeply, almost afraid you might fall for this promise.

“Let us hope you can keep your word, Harry.”

so you set off the next day with harry and the group of men

your ladies-in-waiting will be following you in two days time to meet you at the castle

during the first day of voyage your carriage is attacked by a group of bandits in the forest

true to his word, harry never lets any harm get in your way as he fights them off with the rest of the men

in the midst of fighting, your foot accidentally snags a root and you begin to tumble

harry rushes to you, grabbing onto you and protecting you as the two of you fall down the hill

he accidentally hits his head against a rock on the way down and when he lets go of you, you crash into a tree

so the two of you are knocked out for a bit

harrry wakes you up, gently shaking your shoulder

he informs you that it’s getting quite late and that he wasn’t able to find the other men despite looking and calling for help

so he sets up shelter for the two of you while you’re naturally upset and frightened by the whole situation

the next morning you’re still pretty upset that you can’t help but take it out on harry / blaming it on prince harrison

you dislike your situation immensely, but you don’t know that much about nature. it’s never been your forte and you never expected to need the experience

so unfortunately for you, you find yourself at the mercy of harry

he, for the most part, is patient with you. he tolerates your grumbling and whining. but there’s a point when you keep pushing the subject of prince harrison that he finally just snaps

it’s two days in to being on the road with him when you make some snide remark about the prince and he replies with a malicious retort you weren’t expecting

“You dare speak back to me?”

“Seeing as you have no authority here, yes, I do.”

“What did y-”

“We are in foreign territory, your grace.” You hear the sarcasm dripping in his voice and your temper flares. “While you may be a potential ruler in your land, this is not your country. Therefore I do not feel concern about your feelings or lackthereof.”

“When we get to your-”

“What?” he snaps, finally turning to you. “Shall you tell your betrothed that I have made your life difficult? That I should be thrown into the cells?” He laughs with no humor in his voice. “Understand that your agony towards simply walking means nothing to me. Feel free to tell the prince who will not cause harm to me in the slightest.”

“You mock my pain, sir?”

“On the contrary, I relish it and find it rather amusing.” Your jaw drops in disbelief that he would speak so freely. “Here you are, a woman who prides herself on being strong and capable, yet you seem to crumble upon mere survival.”

He turns back around, beginning to walk again.

Fury built in your body. How dare he speak to you like that? He knew not of what you endured for years, watching and listening to men act superior towards you because of your sex. You cultivated a strength in the court that he would never know, never understand how difficult it had been.

You stomp over to him, shoving his back. He stumbles forwards before turning to you.

“Do not push me” he declares, brows furrowing.

“Or what?” you ask. “Shall I assume that a Lord such as yourself would strike me? Even if you do not consider me your sovereign, you dare hit a woman?”

He strides towards you, taking your hands in his so easily that you’re reminded of this man’s strength.

Your heart beats loudly, eyes staring into those beautiful ocean ones. Neither of you speaks, both searching in one another’s eyes.

“Sundown is near” he states before dropping your hands and turning away. “I would ask that you not push me again, your grace. While I would never strike a lovely face such as your own, every man has his limits.” He proceeds to climb up the pathway, unaware of how your face has turned red.

so eventually you guys get back to the main road

it takes a bit of convincing but one inn allows you to stay there so long as you do a bit of work for them

though it’s a bit rough, you don’t mind it. you’re kind to the owner’s children, and harry seems to soften to you seeing you play with them

and when someone tries to sneakily steal from the owner when they’re not looking, you proceed to call the thief out with harry having to calm you down - “you would commit such a heinous crime to these hardworking people?” you snap as the man backs away “y/n-” “how dare you? leave this place before i-” “y/n!”

the owners appreciate this, giving you a bit of money for this kindness

at the end of the night you’re in the room with harry and there’s one bed

but because he’s a gentleman, he allows you to take the mattress while he takes the floor

the two of you have honest conversations with one another - you feeling like you’ve worked so hard to earn respect despite being royalty, him feeling trapped by expectations that he fears he’ll never fulfill

and you peer over and look at him. you wonder how the gentleman who can charm anyone could ever have insecurities

you tell him how he’s proven himself amazing, which causes him to blush. he responds by pointing out how brilliant you are, apologizing for thinking any lesser of you

and by the time you drift off to bed, you’ve started to trust harry

the next day you take off and he’s teaching you basic survival skills as the two of you walk along

you ask about how he knows all this and he tells you about his uncle teaching him such “trivial things” despite being a noble. his father apparently discouraged it, but harry and his uncle would take the horses out and he would learn in secret. thank god or else you two would probably be dead

every other day you’re doing miscellaneous jobs with him to make enough money for inns

you’re learning more about the working class, listening to their problems and figuring out what needs to be done to help them out

at night you and harry talk about, well, everything

and this is starting to feel so comfortable that you sometimes forget that you’re getting married soon

until one day you’re pausing to collect some apples in the tree and this group of bandits ambush the two of you. except you recognize that it’s the bandits that originally attacked you so you’re furiously tossing the apples at the robbers as harry fights them

(i’m v lazy so i’m just gonna straight up say it’s exactly like the scene in “ever after” bc that is literally so baller - aka everything in quotations is essentially from the movie )

when you’ve run out of things to hit them with, you throw yourself on the head bandit trying to strangle him

he manages to toss you off and one of the others captures you

harry knocks out one of them, shakily getting up with his hands extending pointing out that this quarrel is with him, not you

so they let you go, but this doesn’t relieve you in any way

in fact you’re outraged - you insist that not only do they let you go but that they provide you provisions to head back home

“oh do you now?” the head bandit asks, a sly smile creeping onto his face as his comrades roared with laughter

“yes, i do” you insist as you stamp your foot

everyone’s a little taken back by your confidence, including harry. “my lady, you can have anything you can carry” “do i have your word on that?” you ask. the robber nods stating “on my honor. whatever you can carry.” and everyone snickers.

so you pause and look at harry before walking over to him. you grab his left arm and leg, hoisting it so that you can carry him. everyone can’t help but be shocked, some hooting and clearly impressed that you have that strength. you nod at the bandit who looks at you in disbelief before you begin taking off. at this point everyone’s laughing, even the head bandit

“come back! i’ll give you a horse” he laughs as he waves you to come back

they end up taking you back to their base camp, which is a bit dingy yet homey

and somehow you find yourself palling around with them easily, forgetting that they tried to rob you

at the end of the night it’s just you and harry having a quiet moment to yourselves around the fire

you’re pointing out something, moving your hands vividly when he stops you and takes your hand

“Your hands are rough now” he mumurs, examining them. Your face flushes at this intimacy, yet he pays no mind. “You have been through a lot. The makings of a strong woman suited for the crown.”

“I do not have to be” you whisper, and he looks up at you confused. You scoot closer to him, faces so close together. “I could refuse the marriage. I could rule with a different unity, one without a born king. I have never pretended to care about the possibility of marrying for honor or politics.”

“I do not think you understand your words, your grace” he swallows.

“I know what I say, but do you?” You lean in, only inches away from his face. “Would you refuse such an offer?” His grip tightens around your hand, and you close your eyes. “Harry, say yes.” His grip loosens at this.

“No.” He pulls away, rejecting your proposal. “No, you must marry him.”

“But I-” Harry stands up, unable to look you in the eye. Even as you call out his name, he ignores it and proceeds to his quarters. You hear the door shut, and you’re left to process the rejection alone.

so the next day when you both finally make it to the castle everyone is fussing about

your ladies-in-waiting managed to make it safely to the castle and they just dote on you, claiming that everyone was worried about you

the kingdom obviously pay the bandits a hefty sum for your safe return, unaware that they actually caused this whole commotion

yet you’ve grown to enjoy them that you insist they attend your wedding provided they watch their hands lest the guards feel the need to chop them off

there’s a week of preparations for the wedding and you’ve still have yet to see prince harrison

not that you care

because your infatuation towards harry hasn’t died down in the slightest

in fact it’s gotten worse because you see him around wandering the corridors

and good lord he looks so good

but he’s always surrounded by others, though the same could be said for you

at one point you decide to sneak off in the early morning the day before the ceremony just wishing you could speak to him one last time

to your surprise you see him ambling around by himself, sunlight shining lightly on his face that he looks so heavenly

you can’t help but to rush up to him, taking him by surprise

he’s about to bow and pull the formalities, but you tell him not to especially with what happened between the two of you

and so he just politely speaks to you, almost watching himself - refusing to get too close or speak of anything personal

“Would you deny her grace the opportunity to speak privately?”

“Of course not” he shakes his head, his hair gently flowing with his movement. “I am here to serve whatever your grace needs.”

“Yet you would not succumb to her w-” Your words tread dangerous territory, almost exposing the events that transpired in the woods. He raises his eyebrows in surprise, taking your hand and pulling you out of the corridor and into an empty room.

“I ask that you watch your words. I would not want anyone to think poorly or misunderstand.”

“You cannot ask such a favor when you yourself did not-”

“Do not make this about me” he insists, still holding your hand. He takes your other, squeezing them gently.

“How can I not?” you whisper. He takes your chin and tilts it up. “How can you ask me to not make this about you when you consume all of my thoughts and desires?” He’s startled by the confession, and you tear up. “How could you ask me to simply cast that aside as if it were nothing?

He kisses you, and it takes your breath away. You kiss him back, hands cupping his cheeks. It breaks your heart when he pulls away, turning his face from yours.

“That was-It was a mistake” he quickly states, and your chest aches.

“It was not. You know this. You and I are good for one another” you urge him. Still, he refuses to look at you.”I do not want to marry Prince Harrison” you confess, squeezing his hand.

“You must.” Finally he turns back to you, a strong resolve in his face. He lets go of your hands, taking a step back. It’s as if he’s taking one last glance to remember you by.

“Please, for you and your kingdom’s sake, just forget about me.” He hurries out the door, unaware of how difficult his request is.

so at this point it’s not even infatuation but you’re pretty sure you’re in love with harry

that when the day comes for the wedding, you’re downright miserable

you’re being dressed up in the finest clothing until you shout for them to stop

they all pause, concerned about your outburst

and that’s when you lose it.

you can’t go through with this marriage, even if harry won’t take you. you can’t live your days pining over a man that you love and adore, seeing him from afar yet never getting the opportunity to love. no, it simply could not be done

so you’re tearing out of the fabric, trying to get as much of it off as possible

obviously some of the servants have rushed to tell the superiors of what’s going on

and the next thing you know, guards are at your door and you hear that voice you love asking what’s going on

but you know he’ll try and convince you to marry harrison. and you absolutely will not

so when the door swings open, you take your opportunity to dash out, hoisting the hem of your dress up as you leave everyone baffled

you hear numerous footsteps behind you until it’s only one set

and you hear harry calling out your name as you run

“I cannot marry him!” you shout, rushing out of the castle. He chases after you, begging for you to stop.

“I cannot marry someone when another has stolen my heart” you cry out, legs finally tired and giving out as you make it to the garden. You slump to the ground, knees buckling as you sob. Through the tears you hear Harry approaching slowly. He bends over, looking at your pitiful expression.

“And you have stolen mine” he kneels, taking your hand and kissing it softly.

You take a look at his garb, confused by the regality of it. This was not what Lords wore, not even if they wanted to.

“I am so sorry, your grace” he apologizes. “I must confess that I am the crowned prince.” This news confuses you, and he pats your hand.

“Like you, I worried about the state of my country and its people. I knew not of you, only flimsy gossip which is hardly to be trusted. And I wanted to know if the woman I was intended to marry was truly fair and just as the king and queen promised me” he explained.

“I never meant to cause you any harm or distress, this I promise you. I just wanted-”

“You wanted to know if this was a good match.” He nods.

“And what have you found?”

“I have learned that my betrothed is unbearably stubborn, so set in her ways. Yet she is kind to others and stronger than she appears.” You smile which he reciprocates. “Also, she is quite lovely even when she makes me chase after her” he adds. You giggle lightly at this, and he wipes away your fallen tears.

“And I would love for her to rule by my side, if she’ll still have me.” He looks at you expectantly, a hopeful smile on his face.

“You have not kept your word, sir.” The smile vanishes as he turns towards the ground. “You said you would never wish your grace harm, yet you had me fall for you.” You watch as he chuckles to himself. “If you, Harrison, were to be mine, would you show me the same respect and honor not only as your queen but as your wife?”

“All that and more, Y/N” he promises as he leans in to kiss you.

#asks #i'm literally still not finished with meal prepping lmao #my writing #harrison osterfield x reader #haz osterfield x reader #harrison osterfield blurb #haz osterfield blurb #haz osterfield x y/n #harrison osterfield x y/n #royalty au #Anonymous

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mywifelouis · 4 years

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I was tagged by @lourrydearest to rant about louis which I consider my full time job anyway but its nice to type it out ! Thank you for tagging me darling x

when did u become a louie?

I reckon it was around 2013 when I became a 1d stan. I literally started to like One Direction purely because of him. I was watching interviews of them on youtube and those iconic ‘best one direction moments’ and Louis just stood out to me:((( i love him

why did you become a louie?

He’s just so charming :(( and sweet and loud and after watching a few interviews i was in love.I was find it so ridiculous that harry was i n love with lousi by like day three of bootcamp on x factor but also like same. i want to put him in my pocket. above all it was his personality but also cause he is so so so good looking like wow and i never even found white boys attractive before i found him he changed my whole perspective of men im not even jokinggg

one thing that drew you in specifically

I think its the whole yorkshire thing hes got going on like how strong his little accent is and the way he speaks literally warms my heart. Im from up north too Im from Bradford to be specific which means i should relate to zayn more to be honest but louis just stood out to me.Hes just so down to earth and sarcastic and doesnt take no shit. Hes overall just so british and real and i love it . Obviously as a larrie you know i have to bring up how he is with harry. The way he treats harry is also a massive thing for me cause its the qualities id look for in a partner and makes me even more fond of him. Hes so protective and gentle with harry he/ll bully and pick on all the other boys and everyone else but hes so sweet to harrry ;(( one specific moment is when years ago harry was getting his nails painted in a interview and hes quite insecure of the ‘girly’ it is and talks about how hes embarassed but louis convinces him do it (probably cause he knows harry wants to ) and says something along the lines of harry looks beautiful with painted nails :((((( this makes me so so so soft cause now harry embraces his feminity so much and has his nails painted 24/7 and lets not even talk about how louis will defend harry long hair to his death he will not let anyone speak bad of his husbands curls and i just cryyyy :((( so cute bye

favourite song on walls

the song im listening to the most at the moment is kill my mind i quite like that one but i think my favourites are always you and defenseless

who would you want louis to collab with?

oooo this ones abit difficult because i feel like all his music is the same sort of genre and sound. I’s say these other lads called harry styles niall horan zayn malik and liam payne :)) no im joking i reckon other UK artists like maybe the 1975 just because iknow they previously wrote together and i quite like their music too?? not too sure about this one

favourite hair style

cinnamon swirl anyday its beautiful on him i adore it we dont get enough of it but other than that i like his hair in a quiff or just up.

back to you, just hold on or miss you?

Id say miss you is defos my fave i love it but also back to you i listen to that daily tbh.

louis is suits or sweaters?

this is a awful question because i would die for him in either.

Favourite tattoo

ooo this is a hard one i like all his tattoos tbh theyre so aesthetically pleasing. maybe the dagger one cause i remember exactly when he got that one and everyone was freaking out and theres abit of sentiment attached to it for me. Also the compass cause it points to home and its just such a cute idea if i was allowed to get a tatoo it would defos be the compass one

favourite louis photo

probably my icon or just any photo of him smoking i find it way too attractive

I wrote way toooo much but i got a carried away talking about louis which isnt out of the ordinary for me hehe. I would like to tag these lovelies to this this but obviously its quite long so no pressure xx @fleurlilly @coucoulou @alwayslouandhazza @28-oops-hi

#also if i didnt tag you feel free to do it xx #for all louies

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harryfeatgaga · 6 years

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what does that pic MEAN

What pic??? The pic of harrry from 2016??? His hair was TOO LONG

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nottooldforthisship · 7 years

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(it’s been so long, it’s been so long.. sorry!)

(FIC REC MASTERPOST)

★ Fool's Gold , by @tvshows-addict : Or the Arnacoeur AU in which Harry is scheduled to be married to Liam in 10 days and Harry’s mother hires Louis and his team to break them up.

Larry AU (55k, E) : best idea ever than this adaptation of this french movie :D It’s fun, it’s angsty (promise, no cheating though), and also fluffy and full of banter and you’re gonna love the side characters ;)

★ got the sunshine on my shoulders , by @hattalove : five years ago, harry styles left his tiny home town to make it big as a recording artist. he didn't have much regard for what he left behind - a life, a family, and a husband, who woke up one morning to find him gone.now, harry has everything he could possibly want: he's rich, famous, and adored by everyone he meets, including his boyfriend. but when said boyfriend proposes to him, he's forced to face the uncomfortable facts of his past - and louis, who's spent the last five years returning every set of divorce papers harry sent him.(or, an au based on the movie sweet home alabama.)

Larry Ex to lovers AU (124k, E) : ooooh the pain. And the angst. And the pain. Holy shit it’s so good. (b!Harrry for the smut, awesome)

★ but tonight (you're on my mind) , by @allwaswell16 : Nick's friendship with the lead singer of Seventy Eight has come with a new circle of people including an entrancing, blue eyed drummer. But what brings them together can also tear them apart.

Tomlinshaw AU (36k, E) : Thank you Anitra to feed me with some suality Tomlinshaw :D (famous Louis, closeting and long distance relationship, angsty and smutty )

★ Sweeter Than Wine , by @letsjustsee : When Wizard!Louis goes to a muggle club for a change of pace, his one night stand ends up being much more than he bargained for.

Larry HP AU (15k) : awesome !!! funny and hot, perfect for a ood time ;) (b!Louis for the smut)

★ Carry This Feeling , by @a-writerwrites and @dimpled-halo : Harry knows, objectively, that he shouldn't try to get his ghostwriter into bed. He knows. But...he finds it hard to resist temptation when Louis waltzes into his home and his life and turns everything upside down. And, as it turns out, Louis might just need a little turning upside down too.

Larry famous/not Famous AU (50k) : pining and lust at first sight :D Add some angst and (as usual with Lisa) some hot smut (kind of share that really) !

★ Your Mess Is Mine , by amory : Louis is the father to the most brilliant little boy in the world who is all Louis really needs, or at least that's what he tells himself. Harry is a gorgeous boybander fresh off a two year break and a massive scandal that's left him a little broken and more than ready to move on.They fall in love.

LArry single dad Louis and famous Harry AU (176k, M) : very good mix of angst (hello bad past) and fluff, barely smutty.

★ finding our way back through the flame , by sewmyname : In which Louis and Harry manage to lose each other, somehow, when the pressure and the scrutiny and the pretence all become too much; and it's a long time before they find each other again. A (mostly) future fic, set between December 2013 and December 2016.

Larry Canon fic and Ex to lovers (24k, M) : angst angst angst and sexuality crisis, nicely done !

★ Little White Lies, by xxSterre : "I lied when I got my job. I told them I had a kid so I could leave early 'to pick him up from day care', to take him to doctors appointments and occasionally miss a day 'when he's sick'. Long story short – I'm in too deep. I didn't think this through. Looking to rent a kid for bring your child to work day. Must be a boy aged 4 to 6 with curly hair who plays soccer, essentially he has to look like the stock photo in the frame on my desk. Also must be artistic as the macaroni noodle drawings I made seem a little advanced for someone his age. He also needs to respond to 'my Little Picasso' as that's what my spouse and I call him. Also I will pay extra for someone willing to play the role of my spouse when dropping him off. His name is James, he's named after his grandpa and he's a defense attorney who often brings his work home. You know what, just message me for the details, serious inquiries only. H." Or, the AU based off of that one Craigslist post - how a little white lie takes on an enormous snowball effect, that might accidentally include a Tomlinson too.

Larry fake relationship Au (13k, NR) : funny and cute, no smut , perfect for a bad day :)

#mine #fic rec #FROTW #nottooldforthisship fic rec #soooo #i'm very late on this #so you probably read all of these already #the good news is #the FROTW of next week is ready

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jsurls-blog · 5 years

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Who puts the PH in Phasion?? Parris Harris!!

PARRIS HARRIS

((( Hollywood notorious fashion coordinator )))

BIO / Parris Harris Hollywood’s “Most” Notorious Fashion Coordinator Parris Harris (( !!!! )) Where can a passion for fashion lead? It led Parris Harris down the runway and up the steps of the royal house of fashion. And there… he lived happily ever after… Mr. Harris embodies a love for the entire fashion process. That process includes “everything” and I mean everything. That pretty much describes putting together a fabulous fashion show from start to finish or will a fabulous outfit. Whether it’s the hugs and kisses at the end of a designer’s very first show or more importantly searching for a needle in a shag carpet at 4 a.m because a show needs it by 8 am and coffee is no longer doing the trick so passion will have to do, whether it’s working for 2 days without sleep and probably little food. You are probably guaranteed to find Parris rockin’ along with a smile on his face laughing smile of some form of joy. This passion leads Parris to create A PASSION PHASHION production. This passion flows thru the body of Parris Harris and spills out and over everyone involved in the production !

This Fashionista slash fashion coordinator / runway coach / designer / casting director /celebrity stylist /runway coach /backstage coordinator / set designer/ slash slash slash slash slash all thing fashion times that by 24/7 which = fashion 365 day. .haha

Paris Harris has been responsible for ignite countless numbers of fashion careers which include some of the industry’s most important hair ,makeup ,model ,stylist and fashion designers throughout the United States as well as the world.

Mister Harris did fashion week before fashion week were cool from where ever a fashion week was needed. Los Angeles, San Francisco, Oakland to San Diego, and even Montana, the Carolinas, Alaska and the list goes on.!

Harris could easy have easily coordinated more fashion shows in any other fashion coordinator in the history of fashion coordinating.

When you think of Parris Harris the best word fit that comes to mind is every.

His client roster is one for the history books quite unique and proves there’s room on the runway for everyone .haha

The Parris Harris fashion experience /branding include everybody: every size from plus to petite, every age to toddlers at ages 2, 3, and 4 and above to 60 plus. Every shape every color every race every age every type of fashion, ever where famous from the world's most famous territory such as: Los Angeles, Hollywood Orange County, Long Beach to New York, Miami, and Las Vegas. Everywhere obscure from Alaska to Montana to North Carolina to South Carolina, Virginia and back again! Every cause! He celebrates eco-friendly fashion productions to the need to bring attention to the homeless as well as the foster care controversial community.

Mr. Harris makes himself available to every aspect of a clients fashion project and needs. A client will receive 100% attention and dedication. The need to interpret, to be effective, in whatever position mandated be it choreographing and training of the models and dancers, casting, creation of show themes, flyer design and overall general consultation, contacts with agents and managers, researching areas, venues and events and even assist in public relations and promoting duties. Mr. Harris works tirelessly to create a working and cohesive environment. Additionally, with access and experiences in casting events outside of the fashion circle such as commercials, music videos, plays, dance projects, singer show cases, DJs for night club events as well as providing services for fashion shows in LA, NY and Miami .

His roster of talent includes tall diva’s as well as your all American fire eater that may be just the thing to put your fashion event over the top. His casting experiences include models as well as dancers, photographers, designers and/or whatever else is needed. Mr. Harris draws upon his own many years of experience in the modeling industry, acting, designing, casting and scouting to put on a FABULOUS Show!

You can see all this all the time and experience all this and more from his elaborate social media presence via Twitter with over 60 thousand followers with Instagram number at 15,000, Facebook with impressions close to 10,000 and his social media presence continues with LinkedIn, Pinterest, etc .. Where can a passion for fashion lead? Where it lead Parris Harrris was to a desire to developing a network of people with that same passion in order to create a method by which that passion can continue to breed and pop.

Parris Harris puts the ph in Phashion !!!!

#rocker fashion

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sirgold · 5 years

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The "Sweet and Pure" asks

I have reblogged these things numerous times and received virtually no response. Am I that uninteresting? Or maybe I'm that transparent? Anyway, tried this once before but here is the whole thing answered out up front! Some sensitive personal data not included but is obtainable if we connect on a deeper level.

Off we go...!

Do you believe in soul mates?

Don’t know, apparently never had one. No frame of reference.

Diary or Journal?

I have used both over time. Currently an e-journal.

Which Fictional Character (book, show, or movie) do you relate to most?

Walter Christopher Eckland from the movie Father Goose.

Are you crushing on someone?

Yes, actually there are three individuals that have piqued my interest.

Kissing in the dark or kissing in the rain?

Done both, like both. But probably in the dark best.

Describe your aesthetic in Emoji’s.

😜🤠😈👨‍🔧💑🤛🧠🎩🎩🎩

What is your favorite memory?

Driving out of the Wawona Tunnel and seeing Yosemite Valley lying before me at Inspiration Point.

What is your favorite flower?

Smell - Rose, Visually - Saguarro Cactus Flower

Have you ever been in love?

Yes, sadly a few times. But it hasn’t lasted. I can still count my relationships on my fingers, with fingers left over.

Strawberry or Vanilla?

Vanilla, Real Vanilla with Honey! But I really prefer Chocolate!

Describe your favorite smell.

The wet forest of Yosemite Valley after a rain

If you had three wishes what would they be?

A woman that loves me. A life in Yosemite. Enough money to live comfortably for the rest of our lives.

Cookie dough or Cookies?

Dough!

Coffee or Tea?

Tea (Coffee is Yuck!)

Would you rather live in a sea with mermaids or a forest with Fairies?

Forest with Fairies, but Mermaids intrigue me.

What’s your middle name?

The same as my Father’s first name! I will tell privately if we connect.

What is your sun, moon and rising sign?

Libra but I have no idea how to get the others right now.

Favorite thing to do on rainy days?

Watch and listen to it rain, followed by a liesurly walk in the rain. Popcorn, movies, cuddling.

How Tall are you?

5’10” +/-

Which show would you want to live in?

Harry Potter

What is your favorite holiday?

Thanksgiving at the moment. Usually Christmas though.

What scented candle is your favorite?

Pine Scent

Favorite Song right now?

Good bye to Love (Carpenters) This varies over time. Frequently Spoon full of Sugar from Mary Poppins or Favorite Things from Sound of Music.

3 ways to win your heart.

Love me, believe in me, Hold me.

Current Mood?

Odd, mix of sadness and hopefulness, just trying to move forward

What is your favorite season?

Early Spring

Your Current relationship status?

Separated (by 1200 miles) and divorcing shortly ($$$)

A photo of yourself

Privately Shared if we connect

Do you like being spoiled?

I do not know, it has never happened to me. I always end up on the short end

3 habits you have?

Extremely defensive driver, talk to myself when needed, triple knotting my shoelaces!

How do you perceive yourself?

As a smart, but difficult person, I can be too smart frequently. But loving and devoted as a partner.

How do you think others perceive you?

Frequently as a know-it-all, at least until they realize that I really am that smart and research that much.

Things I find attractive in girls/guys?

Girls for me. Sense of humor, twisted a bit. Long hair, intelligence, pretty eyes, outdoorsy… OK boobs too!

One Secret about yourself.

Hmm, Dangerous question. Lots. Privately answered if trust is developed.

How do you act when you have a crush?

I get flustered easily, I get anxious, and I tend to understate my position. I think I miss out frequently as a result.

What your last text message says.

“No Point in arguing with him, though”

What show are you currently binging on?

Harrry Potter series movies

What is your morning routine?

Alarm, swearing, toilet, Wash & brush up, dress, take meds, check emails, pull up the bed covers, leave for work 35 – 40 minutes total.

Who do you miss?

My father, deeply. Passed back in late 1990’s. Still miss him

Last time you cried?

What time is it (That last question got me).

When is your birthday?

Libra / October Details if we connect deeper.

Scariest/Creepiest experience?

Saw the ghost of a small child in the house I owned.

Date someone younger, older, or same age as you?

Age isn’t a major factor, but I begin to think there is a level of “too young” for my age (not illegal though), I have dated and married my age and younger. Never found someone older that was interested, but not excluded.

Any question you want

I am an outdoors type, I tend to be introverted, but I can function well in social gatherings when needed. I am a horrid dancer (asked to leave a dance floor once), no rhythm apparently. I do not drink much, a 6 pack a year, and a few margaritas at restaurants, maybe a shot or two of good liquor if the occasion calls for it, not a pub crawler, usually designated driver! I do not smoke, though I did try it once for about 3 days, didn't care for how it tasted or made me feel. I can do public presentations, readings and such, I did some stage stuff in high school, and was the Student Body President my Senior year. Long story that. I have many fun stories from my life and can bore some people to death with them.

#2019 #sweet and pure asks

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little-black-dress-24 · 7 years

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please write something about harrry and his gf meeting up at the airport after he's been on tour for a long time. that short video of him at the airport in la made me think about how they would meet up and can you make ti flufffy/cute?

Sorry darling for the long time, but I hope you like it! Enjoy it! I loved to write it and I had a little tear in my eye as I wrote it!!

lots of love as always

E.xx

You slide into your coat as you look at the clock, which is hanging in the hallway. A soft smile is on your lips, and you feel the butterflies in your tummy. Grabbing the keys, you look at yourself in the mirror. Your eyes are shining and your cheeks are red because you are nervous. You wear his favourite jumper and skinny dark blue jeans with your white sneakers.

It’s cold outside so you wrap your arms around your body as you walk towards the black Range Rover.

Every time you open the Range Rover, you smell him. It’s like he is sitting on the passenger seat complaining about your style of driving with a cheeky smirk on his lips. God, you think of his lips as you slide into the driver’s seat. How long has it been since you have kissed his sensual lips? How long had it been since you felt his touch, his warm body, his arms which are your home?

With a sigh you start the motor; you have to wait until the gate opens automatically. It feels like hours. Why can’t the portal open faster?, you ask yourself, ready to kick the accelerator. Finally the gate engages with a deep wiry sound. Kicking the gas pedal, you drive out of the driveway and the gravel crunches under the heavy wheels.

It’s already dark. Only the street lamps give light in a warm orange. As you stop because of a red traffic light you thrum with your fingers nervously on the steering wheel. Your gaze wanders around and you see an old man walking with his dog. The dog walks slowly; obviously is he tired and old. You bend your head to the right as you smile softly.

The light switches, and you turn on the radio. His CD is playing and the corners of your mouth twitch. Elvis is singing as you rush past some houses. You know you are driving too fast but you are so jumpy.

As you arrive at your destination you look at the display. 20 minutes. You look at your phone, smiling as you read the last message from him, which he sent 9 hours ago. Sliding your phone in the pocket of your coat you jump out of the car. The airport is well-lit and you hasten into the building.

You spot him first as he turns around the corner. It’s the familiar but after all unfamiliar shape of his body after the long time. His bag is hanging from his tired shoulders and he looks at his phone. Your phone buzzes and you smile. Knowing he is writing you that he is landed and on the way home. Home. Your heart is warmed by this thought. Yes, your home. His and your home. How could such a stupid word mean so much?

And there is the moment in which he looks up, spotting you. Your eyes meet each other’s and all the noise around you, the people which walk past you, running down the hallway, pulling their luggage behind them, everything is far away. It’s like you hear everything through cotton wool, like you’re in another world.

His green eyes look so tired but the sparkle in them as he sees you gives them new life. His curls bounce as he quickens his steps. You do the same. All the time his eyes rest on you, and your eyes rest on his green twinkling pupils. Your coat blows as you start to run, run into his arms, run for his arms to embrace you, run for your home. He slides his bag from his shoulder while he runs, and the bag lands with a muffled sound on the white clean ground.

His strong arms, which are clad in a dark coat, loops around your waist and he swirls you around with a big smile on his face. Your legs are flying around, and for a moment you feel so light, so happy that nothing can destroy you, nothing can hurt you. Nothing. As he stops swirling you around he still holds you up and your forehead leans against his. He has his eyes closed, breathing heavily, sliding you down and while he slides you down his lips meet yours. Harry’s soft pink lips touch yours for the first time since two months and now you feel how horrible it was not to kiss him, not to sense his lips on yours. The soft pressure changes into a demanding kiss. His tongue caresses yours and his hands press you against him. You close your eyes too and relish the first kiss. Tears welling up in your eyes, and the first thick drop is running down your cheek. You can’t breathe for a few seconds and he opens his eyes, looking into yours.

His forehead leans against yours and his lips curve to a smile.

“Hello,” he says hoarsely. Pressing yourself tighter against him, you sob and kiss him again and again, like you can’t believe he is finally standing in front of you. You missed him so much, so many sleepless nights without him, the weird feeling of putting back only one plate and one glass into the dishwasher, the unused toothbrush which is standing next to yours, no stupid comments in the evening when you watch a romance and no one who kisses you goodnight and no one who smiles tiredly in the morning when he sees you.

“I missed you,” you whisper against his neck. His hand rests on your hair, stroking over it, kissing your forehead.

“I know, love, I know. I missed you too.” His lips touch the short hair over your ear and, they tickle you. His big hand is rubbing tenderly over your back and with the other hand he wipes with his thumb the tears away, kissing your cheek.

“Don’t leave me again….” you breath. Harry presses you closer to him; his arms hold you and you close your eyes. His eyes are closed too and his heart hurts.

“I promise,” he whispers, kissing your hair and you both know it. You know it’s a lie, but you forgive him for this lie because it’s what you need right now. Neither of you want to hear the truth; you want to live in the moment. And in this moment you hold him and he holds you. ou feel his heartbeat and he feels yours.

You don’t know how long you are standing there like this, as he withdraws himself, kissing you, nudging your nose with his finger. He picks up his bag.

“Let’s go home,” he smiles tiredly and grabs your hand, kissing the top of your hand as his hand is holding yours.

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