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slashwhores · 2 years

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New Match! ♡

Oh Dia I actually spend way to long making this. I tried to mimic lovelinks actual style and it turned out OK in fairness! Definitely gonna keep practicing though.

It's 100% one of my new 'mood' games. You know the type. The games you play for like 3 weeks straight because you have a really bad craving for it and then never again until 2 months later when the cycle repeats itself. Yeah one of them lol. Seriously though I started this game in like June of last year and I'm absolutely devastated there isn't a bigger fandom, the fact the team hasn't updated a number of routes in a while also sucks, that being said the last dating sim fandom I was in (*cough cough* arcane *cough cough*) the developers turned out to be antisemitic, islamaphobic and racist so...yeah this is definitely an improvement. Anyway enough of my rambling, drum roll please...

Introducing...

Her LI Is Calum Keys, my first match and tied favourite ❤ I thought it would be kinda metta if I made all of my self inserts for this game developers/VAs/artists etc for a dating sim that's essentially a lovelink parody called "lovebound"

Sashies head artist and her name reflects such,

Masashi Kokura is credited as the head artist of the first dating sim ever! Tokimeki Memorial! I have no idea why I decided to give her name a theme but now that I've started I cannot stop. now everyone's name is themed help.

A few thing I wanna quickly add before I finish up this post is A. I wanted to draw Sahie with body art because it totally seems like she'd change her pfp in an attempt to impress Calum, B. This drawing gave me a lot of insight when it comes to improving my art C.im hoping to draw some more of my LL ocs soon and D. If you haven't already play.this.game. and please message me so we can gush about our faves together <3

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katatty · 3 years

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Do you have any advice on renovating lots? I'd like to give some premade places my own personal touch, but I just can't really find a decent foothold to get started with.

Hm, this is a tough one, because I don’t really have that much super-specific advice, just general tips? I have posted some decorating tips before, HERE & HERE, although they’re mainly geared at interiors. For for actually renovating lots themselves... hm.

When renovating a lot, I find it really useful to have a “vision” in mind, I guess? I find reading about different archtectural styles and trying to mimic them in the sims really useful! Concept art is really helpful for this I find, stuff like this I just found by googling “architecture styles”:

So When I take a Maxis lot, I will often try and think about what Maxis were “going for” with their build and try to take it furthur - the Goth House is a good example, a lot of people I have seen renovate it into a second empire style and I think it works really well! The houses in Veronaville are ones where I tried to emphasize the original style when renovating them, too, they always maintain that English Tudor or Mediterranean look.

Of course there’s also times where renovating a lot I try to transform it into something totally different to the original, the Desiderata Valley houses are a good example of this! Mainly because I’m not even sure what Maxis were really going for with those houses, haha. I’ll usually look at the general shape of the lot, google a style I think would work for it, then just... kinda try to copy it? An example - 189 West Pleasure Path uploaded yesterday is loosely based on this house. Since it was completely square I thought going for something “town house-y” would work well.

It’s nothing like an exact replica of course, not everything in real life can be accurately reproduced in ts2, but the yellow siding walls with the terracotta roof, as well as the overall look of the porch/balcony is directly copied from here! Then the green shutters and front flowerbeds/stairs are copied from that “American Townhouse” picture furthur up. I really can’t oversate the importance of using references when building and decorating, it always helps me make more interesting decisions rather than just doing the same things over and over!

This is slightly unrelated, but I also often decide on a certain aspect of the original lot I want to keep the same when renovating - often this will be something like “I won’t change the floorplan”, but sometimes it also means I keep the colour choices similar, keep certain pieces of furniture, stuff like this makes it more like a “renovation” and less like tearing it down and starting over (although for some houses I do end up doing the latter, haha). When starting out with makeovers, I think less can be more? Sometimes a lot just needs a few small details updating, not all makeovers have to be big epic transformations!

One thing I’ll openly admit I do when making over a lot is see what other people have done with the same lot - usually by googling the lot name or checking out users I know have done similar stuff before. I don’t think there’s any harm in this, it’s no different to using references as an artist. It’s nice to credit your inspirations though, I try to always do this.

Of course, I realise I’m just giving a lot of tips of inspiration/copying and not so much on how to actually replicte those styles in your own game and use them in an original way... that stuff is trickier to explain without getting into hyper-specific examples and I think is mainly something that just comes with practice. You will find the more you build and decorate, the more you get to know the catalog and know what kinda combinations look good. You’ll probably even find you have a couple of go-to tricks you gravitate towards - mine is probably using mismatched furniture, and that one black and white checkered tile I use in all my “fancy” kitchens xD

Anyway, hopefully this was at least a little helpful, let me know if there’s anything specific you would like me to talk about in more depth, I always enjoy rambling about stuff like this :)

#decorating tips #ts2 tutorial #ts2 resource #Anonymous

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viria · 5 years

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do you ever feel iffy about other art accounts on any platform that straight up steal your style and maybe change like two things? i've seen like four accounts JUST on tumblr that have art styles too similar to yours to be a coincidence. this goes for other big artists too, like kkumri and meyoco. it makes me sad personally but i wanted to know your opinion on it.

I am probably going to get myself into trouble because people would end up thinking I am very self-obsessed etc etc, but to be honest - yes, sometimes I do. It really depends on a content and a person who does that content though!

I always said and I will say that I am all up for people viewing my style as an inspiration, and picking up some tricks I may give in videos (or they pick up after analyzing) and then forming into something unique and their own! It’s a very natural part of the drawing process and that’s how we all get to improve or build our styles.

I also don’t mind when I see a beginner who is clearly only starting out and who ended up mimicing my style as much as they could with the level of their current skill. This is also something so so many beginners do (small me included) before they start figuring out their artstyle, so I can’t blame people for that at all, and it doesn’t get me angry or “iffy” because for the most part, I know they will grow out of it.

What does irk me so much is when X artist clearly took my style as a base, and then continuously, for years, keeps up with whatever changes I may do to my art. I used to do pale lineart with flat colours - they did it, I used to do monocrome sketches - they did it, in the same colours, I changed the lineart and the colouring - their way changes to that too. (and I am not talking it in a way that I own monochromes or I owned pale lineart, but in a way it was mimiced, the way I draw faces and all included). It maybe would be okay if it would be a kid who did that, but they are only few years younger than me, so that’s the age you can kind of reflect you your actions.

It bothers me when someone (same artist actually) used to re-draw my drawings, sometimes flipping them and very mildly changing some parts of it and the characters, not bothering to credit me for years, continuously have nearly the same journey with pretty much all of the elements of my style taken to the point some drawings can be confused, still keep re-drawing some elements from my pieces, but in a way just so they don’t get caught, and having the gut to say that all is a coincidence when I tried to contact them, saying they barely ever know me or my works and they didn’t know who the artist was when they were re-drawing. I managed to make them credit a couple of the re-draws (and not all of them really), and after our conversation, and that I said that I do find it bothersome, both the fact that they re-draw and the whole taking a bit tOO many elements of my style. They didn’t follow me on twitter, and I thought it would be best if I blocked them just so they tried finding the inspiration in other artists’ styles as well. And right after that - the person who claims to not ever look at my works (and not following me on twitter) blocks me back. And even after all that, I still sometimes see some setting from my pieces in their works.

So this - is when it really bothers me. When someone pretends (when it’s clearly obvious not only for me but even for some of their followers who know me) that they do indeed take too much inspiration, that it’s a mere coincidence. That they came up with their style from a scratch (when I can dead recognize some of the lines forming clothes or folds in their works) - this is very very bothersome and upsetting, and to be honest quite unfair, because people ended up rashing on me because at some point I took it out in my twitter and because they are a moderately small artist - I am the one in the guilt automatically.

This one had me wrecked for a while, and I still kinda think about it sometimes. But I would want to think that maybe they are taking some steps into branching off and maybe one day they will realize why I did what I did, and why it can be upsetting to the original artist. I feel that perhaps they do start to include at least some things I don’t do, and I hope they will find more of these tweaks along the way just so it’s not confusing and gets more and more unique along the way.

All in all, I hope you get the idea. Pretty much the only case when I get upset at the whole ~style~ thing, is when the inspiration is being blatantly denied (when it’s clear as day that it’s not in a fact a coincidence because there’s no way two completely different people had the exact same inspirations, picked up the same exact things from them and ended up coming up with pretty much the exact style).

phew.. rant over, I guess;;

#viriasanon #please learn that there is no shame in admiting you got the idea or pose or colours from someone!#If someone inspired you (and it's noticeable) it's A okay to admit it #denying and lying is quite hurtful and unfair and to be honest quite pointless

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Hey do you have any good punk harry and like feminine-ish louis stories ??

PUNK HARRY FIC REC

(Your Bangs Are Curled, Your Lashes Twirled) And Still, The World Is Cruel (2k)

The one where Louis wears a dress for Halloween because he fucking feels like it, thanks, and Harry's wearing kitty ears when he nearly kills the first kid that tries to do something about it.

Just a One Night Stand (3k)

He heard Harry hum then he felt his hands on his waist, his thumbs digging into his skin. The grip he had on his waist was so unbelievebly strong, and Louis couldn't wriggle out of his grasp. But maybe he didn't want to get away.

Maybe he wanted this.

Or where Louis is a nerdy twink and gets fucked by a punk named Harry in the bathroom of a club

Ballet In A Field Of Daises (3k)

"It's a pleasure to meet you Louis. Would you, um, would you mind going out sometime?" Harry asked, playing with the earring in his earlobe.

Louis beamed, "I'd love to. On one condition."

Harry raised an eyebrow, "And what would that be?"

"You have to be at my ballet recital next Tuesday," Louis replied, looking giddy.

Harry smiled, "I'd love to. I've never been to one, but for you I'd make an exception."

You Have Nice Eyes (4k)

Harry is kinda the school’s bad boy, and Louis is the new kid. A lunch room staring, a bloody lip and some pretty eyes later somehow they both end up with their pants off.

or a kind of punk!harry high school au where Louis is the new kid, meets Harry, and shit goes down.

oops, i like you (5k)

He thrives in the attention, at the knowledge he makes these boys with their tattooed dicks and pierced whatevers, so hot and bothered. These boys with their confident smirks and broad shoulders and hands, touching Louis wherever they can. Louis reduces them all to a wet, moaning, mess, every time.

Usually he doesn’t see those guys again. It’s not generally part of the plan.

But then Harry tightens his grip on the back of Louis’ neck and Louis ducks his head to taste the sweat beading under Harry’s chin, kissing the ink curling up Harry’s neck, then kissing his way down to get his mouth on the god forsaken nipple piercings. He listens to the way Harry breathes his name, and for the first time silently asks, Can I keep him?

Twenty five miles over the limit (6k)

Louis's a bit reckless with driving over the speed limit, and Harry doesn't exactly abide by rules that says he can't spray paint his art where he wants. They both get arrested for a night and put into a holding cell.

There’s Nothing In This World To Fix Us (6k)

Harry still holds the school record for most detentions in his high school career, Liam doesn't want any drama, Louis is all about drama, Zayn draws roses, and Niall's braces and spot in marching band gets him all the girls.

Or, a Breakfast Club AU where Harry's a delinquent, Liam's an athlete, Louis is a prep, and Niall's a nerd, and Zayn's an artist.

Sun-kissed Hurricane, Perfect Storm (7k)

Harry is the quiet kid in the back of his statistics class who writes a lot and dreams about Louis’ cheekbones . Louis needs a statistics tutor ASAP before he flunks and the quiet kid in the back of the class seems like a good choice. Harry wants to help Louis however he can and Louis wants to see how much he can make Harry blush.

I Painted A Scene That Lit The Stars For Me (10k)

Harry still remembers the first tattoo he got...

Drawn In (11k)

Punk Harry meets restricted Louis and things sort of explode.

Take a Look at the Stars and Feel the Rumble of my Engine (16k)

“One day I’ll get you your very own tiara, princess.” He puts on his own helmet and slips down the visor. Louis mimics him.

“Still not a princess.” Louis mumbles as he finally climbs on behind Harry, using his shoulder for support and trying not to think about how firm it is under his grip as he swings a leg over.

“Sure you are,” Louis can hear the smile in his voice as he says it, “Now wrap your arms around my waist and hold tight.”

“I know what to do.” Louis grumbles, moving his arms to they are resting on the top of Harry’s hips and his hands are on his abdomen. Do not think about the abs.

“I know,” Louis can tell he’s smirking, “I just like saying it.”

Or The one where Louis gets incredibly drunk and Harry is the one that finds him. They slowly fall in love.

It’s In The Love. (18k)

AU in which Harry is sorta punk and never stops staring at Louis.

Nicotine (32k)

"We're two different types of people, Liam. He likes sex and drugs, I like theater and tea. Trust me, we'd never date." Except they would, they do, and neither of them plans on letting go anytime soon.

"Just because you can get me hard doesn't mean I like you," Louis whispered. The fact was, he didn't like Harry right now, not at all. Not even a bit.

"Yeah, yeah," Harry murmured, his breath fanning over Louis' cock as he spoke. "You done telling me how much you hate me so I can suck you off?"

Can I Make It Any More Obvious? (35k)

"I don't have a good past. With boys. I've dated some crap guys who've done terrible things to me and I've…I've done some crazy shit with some guys, and Niall and Liam have always pulled me through, they've always had my best interests in mind. And they…they don't think that you're good for me." Louis finished, sighing and looking down at the tiles. "And the least I can do is listen to them, because I really do adore you, but if I get with you and I fuck things up, like I tend to do, then I'll lose their trust and yours, and I don't want that. I can't--I can't deal with that. It'd kill me."

[AU where Louis does ballet and Harry is the epitome of everything Louis' friends want him to stay away from]

Just a Number (49k)

Louis may or may not fall in love with his arch enemy's (aka his own brother) best friend, who just so happens to be in college.

guardian angels (series; 2 works, 56k)

Beauty Behind The Madness. (59k)

Harry doesn't meet the worlds perspective of looks, causing him to be judged every time he leaves his house. He never lets it get to him, because he knows that when he gets home at the end of the day he has the most beautiful little girl waiting for him.

So with just her and the lovely old lady down the hall who babysits her, Harry thinks his life is good enough for him.

Of course it all changes when the apartment across from him gets new attendants.

Your Name Is Tattooed On My Heart (86k)

Louis is ready to find the love of his life, but first he has to stop falling for the punk rocker next door.

Baby Heaven’s in your Eyes (120k)

They couldn’t be more different if they tried. Louis Tomlinson is 17 years old and in his last year of the most prestigious private school in Doncaster. Everyone who attends his school knows him thanks to his incredibly rich family, sassy attitude and gorgeous girlfriend, Eleanor Calder. If there’s one thing that completely annoys him, it’s that there is a poor community college right across the street.

Harry Styles is 19 years old, and (once again) in his last year of college. He goes to community college in Doncaster. He never shows up to classes and if he actually bothers to, he’s either high or drunk; sometimes both. His skin is littered with tattoos and if there’s one thing he absolutely hates, it’s the snobby students attending the private school right across from his.

Or a sixth form!AU where Harry is the fucked up bad boy with too many problems, Louis is the perfect rich boy with too much money and their schools are right across from each other. They meet at a party and that’s the last (and maybe the only) thing they need.

Turning From Praise (128k)

Louis has had a strict Christian upbringing that he never realized he resented until he meets Harry Styles, a boy who lives to rebel and doesn’t give a damn what anyone else thinks. But the better he gets to know Harry, the more he begins to realize that maybe Harry does care. And maybe “the children who God forgot” are closer to God than the devout will ever be.

Not all of these fics have Feminine Louis but they do have Punk Harry/Non-Punk Louis.

MANIP CREDIT

#asks #masterpost #punk #punk harry #Anonymous

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aggresivelyfriendly · 7 years

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Divide- Chapter Three- Solamente

“Willy Cartier is the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen, and I could even have a shot with. I’m so excited he’s supposed to be at Tomo’s live art thing,” Nick shared and Harry could picture his goofy grin all the way across London.

“Who’s Willy Cartier?” Harry asked, as though he hadn’t already asked himself that every day for the last month.

“I’m sure you’d recognize him if you saw him, you’ve probably seen him at a show or in your arty magazines, cover boy. Except, he’s an actual cover boy. Beautiful man, Harry. Prettiest flower. Man o my dreams,” Nick sighed dreamily, “anyway, google him. You’re coming round to that live art show next week, right? Think Campbell is featured.”

“Um….been kind of avoiding being photographed and stopped,” Harry searched around for his iPad.

“What are you doing, you sound distracted?” Nick complained.

“I can’t find my ipad,” Harry explained and then cursed when found it, “shit, its dead.”

“That excited to google Mr. Cartier, huh? Those latent tendencies getting harder to ignore?” Nick guffawed.

“Shut up, you twat. You know there is nothing latent about it. Explored and done with. Like girls better, Obi-Won,” Harry sat down to his computer.

“Ah the salad days! Valuable lesson, that. Don’t fall for a curious friend,” Nick joked.

“Nick..” Harry said as he searched Laurel’s lovers name. “It wasn’t my intention to lead you on. Love you, just, not like that.”

“I know, we’re getting maudlin, gonna go to bed, it’s half eight, big show tomorrow. Come to the art show, you are so boring these days,” Nick cajoled.

“Alright, I’ll turn up, but only for a bit, and I’m skipping the carpet entirely, Ta,” Harry hung up as he read over Willy’s bio and was glad his eyes were already green. Fuck, this guys credits were amazing. And, apparently, he was better for Laurel if his perusal of her insta was anything to go by. He sighed, running a hand up into his head.

Jack had given him a little hope, but maybe it was selfish to even consider pursuing her now.

Nearly two weeks after his hasty promise, Harry was running later than he intended. The art show Tomo had invited him to and Nick had badgered him about was in an area of London he didn’t frequent. He’d lived in the city off and on for 7 years now, but he stayed in his north London bubble. He should have just used a driver. But the freedom he’d been enjoying from laying so low was addicting. He liked having his own car and not having to arrange pick ups constantly.

“Finally,” he muttered as he pulled up outside the converted warehouse. Stepping out and slamming the door, Harry shook hands with the valet and exchanged his keys for a ticket. He was so late the photographers had gotten too comfortable. He was sure one or two got a shot off, but he was inside before most of them could stub out their cigarette or drop their coffee. He smirked as he heard their frustrated cries of his name.

The first thing he saw was a blown up picture of Willie Cartier. It was a gorgeous shot, but not the welcome he hoped for. Harry scoffed, mostly at himself, and ventured deeper into the venue until he located Tomo’s exhibit.

“Harry! So glad you made it. Let’s get you a drink. Then I’ll show you my latest.”

Harry was heartened by the excitement in Tomo’s voice. He was even moving exuberantly. He’d told Harry he felt humbled by the other exhibitors tonight and had been painting frenetically to prepare. He watched him skirt the dance floor and went to follow him until he heard a familiar laugh that stopped him in his tracks. His eyes tracked to the sound on the dance floor and he was happily shocked to see Laurel dancing with her arms aloft and giggling with her coworker Tawny.

She looked effervescent and he was transported to a late night street in Barcelona.

They’d decided to wait out the crowds at the stadium, Camp Nou was just too big and the streets too much a mess to expect to make a quick getaway to their hotel by the water front.

He wasn’t sure why she’d agreed to leave Milan fashion week and fly to him in Barcelona to see a show, but having her to croon to off stage had been a treat. He noticed as he walked to her off stage, Her nose had turned red just at the tip, so he knew she had availed herself of the tequila in his dressing room. She was so euphoric she leapt on him as he came off stage and covered his face with kisses. “You were so good! I’m so excited! I love Barcelona!” Laurel continued to enthuse when they got in the blacked out sedan after he showered and they shared a drink. “I came here during my gap year with my friend. It was meant to be a two day visit, but we got this hostel off La Rambla and found this wine bar from a vendor at La Boqueria. Don’t tell any Spaniards, but we entirely skipped Madrid and stayed here and drank cava all night and laid on the beach for days. Think we only left because we had a flight out of Pamplona,” she sucked in a breath and Harry reached across and caressed her bright cheeks.

“That why you came, to see the city and not me?” Harry tried to sound offended, but her Joie de vivre was infectious and his grin irrepressible.

Laurel blushed, “well, i couldn’t turn down your invitation, but I love this city! And I’ve never seen you live!” She excitedly ran her fingers into his hair, “you own the stage baby.”

Harry chuckled, “it was lovely to have your arms to rush into, this leg of the tour has been exhausting, but you’ve perked me right up!”

Laurel clapped happily, “good, because I have a proposition for you.” She laughed at him, “not like that, don’t give me that look.”

“What look is that?” Harry pushed his tongue behind his front teeth.

Laurel pointed at him, “that one,’ she tapped his bottom lip, “hold that thought. Can we go see if that bar is still open? It was like a cave and they played this music and everyone spilled out onto the paving stones of the interior courtyard. I’d love to share it with you.”

She looked so hopeful and Harry couldn’t turn her down, but he worried that their night out would turn into a mob scene. The longer he waited to respond, the more her face fell, and he couldn’t stand the dimming. “Yeah, let’s go. Tell the driver.”

Laurel bounced in her seat and shocked Harry when she gave the driver instructions in Spanish.

“You speak Spanish?”

Laurel looked back at him, “yeah, my dad’s Venezuelan. Mum is English. Long story, long story short, I speak Spanish.”

Harry shook his head. How did he not know that.

When they pulled up to a side street in the gothic quarter, Harry was heartened by the quiet on the street, but he wasn’t sure it matched Laurel’s mood. He paid the driver while she excitedly pulled him inside and he felt like he went from a sleepy medieval square into a house party. There were a surprising number of people in the dimly lit bar and no one seemed to pay the newcomers any mind.

Laurel navigated to the bar and ordered a bottle of red, this time in not Spanish.

“And what was that?” Harry asked bewildered and impressed.

“They speak Catalan here, kinda don’t like Spanish, actually, I don’t speak it, but that week here I became an expert at ordering wine! Come on.” She pulled him deeper into the bar and suddenly they were outside and there was music. She walked to a corner and he had no choice but to follow her flared skirt. She perched their glasses on a counter and poured.

“A toast to my rockstar!” She clinked his glass and downed it in one go, watching him over the lip.

“To my seniorita,” Harry tried to mimic her accent and she laughed at his attempt and kissed him square on the mouth.

“Dance with me?” Laurel wrapped her arms around him and pulled him, willingly, to where the dancers were. Harry’s hands found her waist and her arms reached for the night sky and he realized he also didn’t know how well she danced. Though, her ability to move surprised him less than her bilingualism. His two left feet were forgotten as he got lost in her rhythm.

Her eyes shone when she turned into the moonlight and he wasn’t sure he’d ever had more fun, felt more free, with a girl.

Two bottles in, the band changed to a slower flamenco number and Laurel surprised him again when she sang this one into his ear.

“What’s this called?”

“Solamente Tu, only you. Like it?” Her eye contact skirted down to his lips.

“I like you,” he breathed and took the opportunity to kiss her breathless. They swayed through the song and Harry was relieved that the place was closing now just as he wanted to leave.

Tomo pressed Harry’s drink into his hand, and he realized he’d never made it to the bar. His reverie had halted his progress, not that he’d made much since he saw her and Willy on the street.

Laurel was looking at him and he was sad to see she was no longer dancing. He gestured with his head to a table and she nodded.

“I see someone I know, gonna saw hello. I’ll find you later?” He spared his friend a glance before he made his way to Laurel. Kissing her cheek, he inhaled her familiar scent and ran his nose along her cheekbone, as he always had.

She stiffened a bit, but relaxed as she pulled back. “Hi, Harry, how’ve you been?”

He could play this two ways, be honest or play dumb. Harry already felt so vulnerable, he couldn’t stomach telling her he knew she had a man. Dumb it was.

“Good, missing you, you haven’t been round for a bit…..” He dimpled and took a drink.

“Yeah, I’ve been busy, and, well,” she bit her lip and looked down before re establishing eye contact. “I’ve met someone, and I think we said that’d end our arrangement.”

He caught her brittle smile and was about to press on it, see if feelings were still beneath her skin. Before he could, a hand clasped her waist, deep purple trimmed nails.

“Harry fucking Styles, I’ve always wanted to meet you man. You were front row at my first Burberry show and you had this green coat on. I loved it, I’m Willy Cartier.“ he finished his compliment, hand outstretched. Harry shook his hand but was still caught off guard, a feeling exacerbated when he kissed Laurel on the corner of her mouth. It set Harry’s teeth on edge. “So, how do you know my Laurel.”

The way he emphasized the second syllable of her name and the fact that Harry had to look up to make eye contact left him playing catch up, what had Willy asked?

“Um….” Laurel looked uncomfortable and Harry missed the look she’d worn on the dance floor.

“I have to excuse myself, Nick Grimshaw is waving me over, but she came to a show once,” Harry looked at Willy first, but then his eyes roved to Laurel’s where they held “in Barcelona.”

#harry styles fanfiction #one direction fanfiction #Harry styles #ed sheeran #divide #harry styles smut #one direction #barcelona

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