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XII. The Epilogue

A/N; Well here we are! (cue the emo tears) Thank you over and over to anyone who’s read, shared, sent messages or just enjoyed the story in general. Thank you (literally endlessly) to my girls @for-fucks-sake-h @andwhenshesays @real-work-of-art @haute-romance-quotidienne for helping me bring it all to life - holding my hand the entire way. I loved creating Harry & Franki’s world and weaving their story together - they will forever hold a special place in my heart. I hope you enjoy the epilogue! Xx- Anne

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January 2020

“M’never drinking again.”

Franki’s voice came out in a rasp as she sunk deeper into the leather passenger seat of their rented black Maserati. Harry smirked, pulling at his lower lip as he maneuvered through the streets just outside the Rome Ciampino Airport with his shoulders slumped toward the steering wheel.

“Didn’t think you’d outdrink me on New Years, love,” his voice may as well have been rocks scraping against concrete the way it left his lips so deep and gravelly.

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Reunion

hiii!! so here it is! i’m afraid i’ve accidentally overhyped this so i’m pretty nervous about posting but when am i not lol. HUGE thank you to @beehivebabies, @harryysstyless and @you-youneverdo for betaing this for me! you are truly the best!!! 

A reporter is spending a day with each former member of One Direction ten years after their final show. Harry is last and the most sought after interview after getting married in a secret ceremony in Italy. (told from the journalists POV as if you’re reading the article) **disclaimer: this is complete work of fiction, though i may not closely follow the other members of one direction, i do genuinely wish them the best and any negativity in this piece is simply for story-telling purposes. 

Harry Styles at thirty-one is easily mistaken for Harry Styles in his mid-twenties. 

Harry was only twenty-two when I first met him at the historic Shangri-La studio in Malibu. It was the recording of his debut album and even then he seemed so grown up. Today, he still carries the same charisma, charm, and cheekiness he’s been known for since he first exploded into stardom at the tender age of sixteen. His speech is still slow and thoughtful. His face looks barely older, perhaps a few more lines here and there, but his eyes are bright and well-rested when we meet up again the first week of November, ten years and two days after One Direction played their final live show in Sheffield. He’s got a few more tattoos, some dodgier than others, but virtually; he’s the same. 

In the few days I’ve spent traveling around with the former members of the uber-successful boy band, One Direction, I was most nervous to spend time with Harry. While all of the lads have their own little worlds closed off from the masses, Harry is most notoriously private. He isn’t afraid to leave a question blatantly unanswered or weave so far around it, he builds himself a maze out of it.

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Another World 27.0

A/N: Hello y'all! I’m so excited for this chapter, just loads of fluff and it was so much fun to write! It’s so bittersweet that we’re at this point of the story because it means we are nearing the end!): this story has become such a huge part of my life and knowing that there’s only one chapter left after this makes me so sad! But AW will live forever and we’ll always be answering asks and chatting about it! Anyways, I hope you enjoy this chapter (it has two of my favorite lines from the entire series in it… can you guess which ones?) and I can’t wait to hear your feedback! Love y'all! Word Count: 9.3k

Vibrant hues of amber yellow, sunkist coral, and magenta haze cascaded over the city, reaching as if the sky was desperate to cloak every last building in its path with the glow. Bustling life was typical for the major city heading into dusk, people going every which way in order to make it to their destinations. But that particular day, the world seemed to be a bit quieter. Perhaps it was the holiday, leaving everyone in a cloud of love and desire, pushing them into the waiting chairs of fancy restaurants. Or maybe it was because the weather was still a bit chilly once the sun set for the night, leading most to enjoy their time inside the warmth of their homes.

Despite the millions of people that resided within the buildings stretched out as far as the eye could see, it felt like only you and Harry existed while sitting on the balcony.

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The Past

Where the reader and Harry no longer speak.

This is unedited!

Word Count: Just a bit over 3k

Warnings: angst

A/N: It’s been a minute since I’ve written something...I’m afraid it strays away from Keanu Reeves content though...sorry, but my love for Harry Styles can no longer be contained!

Inspired by the edit below from Instagram :)

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It has been several years since Harry left Holmes Chapel, but the small town still held the title of home. His mum, sister, friends, mentors, first job, first love, first heartbreak, and many other people and memories live within the borders of the large village that is Holmes Chapel. But beyond the people and memories he holds close to his heart, the one person that made him miss his quiet life was Y/N; his best friend.

Y/N had been there from the beginning, witnessing all of the important moments in his life. From losing his first baby tooth, to joining One Direction, she never left his side, and he never left hers. The two were inseparable. But time passes, and life changes, even when we want so desperately to grab onto our current lives, wishing that some things will never change.

When Harry joined One Direction, she was thrilled; proud, and happy to see her best friend fulfilling his dreams. And that feeling didn’t stop when he went on his first tour with the band,even if it meant that he would no longer be working with her at W Mandeville bakery, talking in between customers that walked into the shop for their morning coffee and bread. Or that they could no longer see each other daily, cuddled up together on his mum’s couch as they watched reruns of their favorite television shows after finishing hours of schoolwork. But when you’re sixteen years old, you think that friendships last forever.

Y/N and Harry texted and called on a daily basis, only stopping to rest their eyes, sometimes their fingers still wrapped loosely around phones when their eyes finally shut, sometimes soft breathing being heard on the other line. But within months of One Direction’s fame skyrocketing, the texts became more scattered, the time stamps now hours apart from one another, when before they would be within the same minute. The calls went from everyday, to every other day, until eventually they stopped all together, turning into a monthly call to check on one another. The loss of contact was slow, but never quite complete.

Every break Harry would have from his life as a star sent him back to Holmes Chapel where he would embrace his best friend and tell her about all the cool places he traveled to while on tour, the new people, and the new memories he made. And after he would finally give her every detail of his new life, the one she wasn’t a part of, they would bring snacks up to her room, cuddle up, and watch reruns of their favorite television shows into the late hours of the night, finally falling asleep holding on to each other, scared that moments like this would cease to exist, and they did.

It became a tradition of theirs after the first tour. Harry would get home to his mum’s after being gone for months at a time, drop off his bags, eat a meal with Anne and Gemma, and then head off to Y/N’s mum’s house. He would knock on the door only to be greeted by her mom smiling and telling Harry where Y/N was at, and he would practically run to her location, wrapping her in a tight hug that would knock the air out of her lungs. Then her mom would make them tea, and they would find themselves leaning against the kitchen counter with warm mugs in their hands as he told his stories. Once he was tired, or out of stories to tell, they would put their empty and cold mugs in the sink before grabbing snacks from her kitchen, the snacks she would specifically ask her mum to buy for his return, and head up to her room. They would cuddle up together and gorge on snacks before unintentionally falling asleep, wrappers scattered around them as Y/N’s mum walked in and smiled, pulling out her cell to snap a picture and send it to Anne, writing “Seems like Harry is spending the night :)” before hitting send.

By One Direction’s fourth and final tour, things had changed quite a bit. Y/N now had her own flat, where Harry would stay whenever he came to Holmes Chapel, staying at his mum’s house only for a few days before heading back to her place. She had an education she was satisfied with, and had a stable job at a publishing company, working as a successful editor, one of the youngest the company had. Harry had informed her that One Direction split up before the news hit the headlines over a cup of tea, leaning against the counter as they always did when he was gone for long periods of time. There was a comfortable silence as the pair had sipped their tea, Y/N allowing Harry to gather his thoughts before speaking.

“I dunno love…I reckon I’m upset about the band breaking up...but maybe it’s a good thing for us y’know?...” Harry trailed off when his eyes got misty, earning a small frown from the girl that was next to him as she put her mug down and wrapped her arms around his waist, careful not to knock his cup of tea out of his hands. Harry couldn’t help the smile that spread on his face in that moment despite the emotion that had overcome him. He put the mug down next to her own and wrapped his arms tightly around Y/N, breathing in her scent when he rested his chin on her head. She was home to him, bringing him comfort even when it seemed things weren’t going well.

“Maybe I can start a solo career...release music I want...have m’own tours...have you by my side...traveling the world together.” Harry had said with the small upturn of his lips as he swayed them side to side in the small kitchen.

“You would want that?...For me to travel the world with you?” Y/N’s voice was muffled by the soft fabric of his sweatshirt as her face was pressed against his chest. She swayed side to side with him, the movement coming naturally, not being forced by Harry, but rather being brought on by the comfort he brings her.

“O’course I would want that love...it’s always gonna be you and I against the world…”’ He has said softly, being content with the feeling of the warmth radiating off her body and onto his as they held each other in the comfort of their home, swaying side to side to the sound of raindrops hitting the window. But that was five years ago, and where things had gone wrong is still a mystery.

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Y/N is at work, editing a book for the company’s newest client when she receives a text from Anne. Being in the sanctuary of her own private office, she picks up the phone and smiles at the text.

Anne: Come over for dinner with Gem and I? xx

Y/N: I’ll see you tonight! :)

She types up a quick reply and hits send before setting her phone to the side and focusing her eyes back on the unedited manuscript in front of her. But her mind seems to have other plans, wandering back to him. It has been five years since Y/N has seen or talked to Harry, and she wishes that the ache in her heart will leave, and as time passes, she no longer feels a sharp pain in her heart, but rather a dull pain; a dull ache of longing, longing to see and speak to her best friend again.

She still speaks to Anne and Gemma, seeing them as part of her family. When the first meeting with them occurred a few months after Harry was gone from Y/N’s life, they had asked her what happened between the two, recalling memories of Harry and Y/N from their younger days. The memories made Y/N’s chest tighten as she let out a small laugh, simply shrugging her shoulders as the conversation moved forward, leaving Y/N with a bitter taste in her mouth as she hid the ache in her heart with a smile. That was five years ago.

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After her shift Y/N gathers her belongings from her desk, deciding to take the Manuscript with her as she has fallen behind due to her wandering thoughts. She puts everything in a brown satchel, one Harry had given her a few months prior to the departure of their friendship, delicately closing the bag and running her fingers over her initials engraved onto the leather with lettering that resembles that of vines. She smiles at the memory that floods her mind.

“Surprise!” Harry had shouted as he practically ran into the flat that he shared with Y/N when he was home. He dropped his bags by the door, going towards their shared room and bed...the one they shared as “friends.” She jumped slightly at the slam of the door and Harry’s voice shouting through the small flat, having been reading a book in bed moments before the loud interruption. But despite being startled and having her attention diverted from the book at hand, she couldn’t help but grin as she got up from the bed and made her way out of their room as fast as her legs could carry her.

Upon reaching the hallway she crashed into Harry, losing her balance momentarily before feeling her feet float through the air, and she couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled up in her throat as Harry set her on the ground again, bringing her into his arms and holding her as closely as possible.

“Got a small break from the tour...m’glad you have the day off...now I get to see your beautiful face all day.” Harry had teased as he let go of her, his dopey grin adoring his features despite the bag under his eyes from the jet lag, and his hair being tossed up in five different directions from having slept on the flight. Y/N had laughed and hit his chest gently.

“I gotta be pretty for two since you seem to look like a girl who just got dumped.” She teased back as she made her way towards the kitchen. “Ready for tea?” She questioned him as she pulled out their two favorite mugs and set them on the counter, eager to continue their tradition even if he hadn’t been gone as long this time around.

“Mmm…not yet, love, I got ya a gift.” Harry hummed as he walked back to the door, and picked up a rather large gift bag before he headed back to the kitchen where Y/N raised her eyebrow at him.

“This is new...m’afraid I didn’t get you anything though...shoulda warned me about gift giving…” She mumbled as she watched Harry set the bag on the counter.

“Don’t worry ‘bout it, love. It’s a one time thing...plus, I just felt like spoiling ya this one time.” Harry had said, the smile on his face never leaving. “Open it.”

Y/N pulled the large gift bad towards her across the counter, Harry watching her face with admiration and nervousness, hoping she would like the gift. She pulls off the various pieces of tissue paper from the top that were hiding a…

“Harry...it’s gorgeous!” Y/N had said with an excited upturn of her lips as she pulled out a brown leather satchel. She sets it on the counter next to the gift bags and mugs for tea. She runs her fingers over the material, her smile becoming wider as she feels her engraved initials, vines adoring the letters. Harry let’s put a soft breath he was unaware that was trapped in his lungs from nerves, but despite the breath he released, his smile gets even wider.

“‘M so glad you like it Y/N...thought it would be useful for work…plus you’ll seem like even more of a nerd at work, editing your big manuscripts.” Harry teased as he walked over to the stove and turned the kettle on.

“Thank you Harry.” She had said giddily, a smile plastered on her face as she stored the satchel back in the bag before hugging her as tightly as she could, and he embraced her, just as tightly before pulling away. She leaned against the counter as usual and waited for the kettle to sound.

“O’course, love…so last month I was in Spain and…” And just like they went back to their usual routine.

Y/N smiles fondly at the memory, glad she has great memories with him, even if she feels a dull ache in her heart whenever she thinks of him.

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The drive to Anne’s was filled by Y/N’s loud stereo and singing of the songs she knew. It wasn’t the same without Harry by her side, and despite five years passing, she missed him singing every song perfectly and teasing her for her off key notes. She would roll her eyes at him and take one hand off the steering wheel, gently flicking his arm before resting it back on the wheel in front of her. Harry would laugh and shake his head at her actions, before continuing to sing.

Y/N turns onto Anne’s street, seeing the familiar house she used to spend so much time in, opting to park out on the street, but as she’s about to turn off her car, she hear the familiar beat of a song, his song, and she can’t bring herself to turn the radio off. As the opening lines of “Adore You” begin to play, she finds herself smiling and quietly singing to the song. Despite not hearing from or seeing him in five years, she couldn’t help but still feel proud of the man she had called her best friend for so long. He had worked hard to get to his current status in the music industry, and it finally paid off.

She remembered when she heard his first album, listening to it the same day it was released; it had been two years since they spoke, but her heart was filled with joy. The music had flowed gently through her new flat, her previous residence filled with too many good memories of her and Harry that made her reminisce on what used to be. She had listened to every word he sang so intently it almost had felt as if he was with her, singing songs for her like he used to. But three years later now, she has refused to listen to his newest album, “Fine Line,” afraid that perhaps it would wake up the memories and the ache that she had done so well of burying deep within her.

So deep in thought, Y/N had barely noticed that the song had faded out, now replaced by advertisements and a talk show. She sighed softly, disappointed that her mind had drifted off to him again, it seemed to be something that was more consistent. Slowly she turns off the ignition to her car, setting the keys in the brown satchel in the passenger's seat before climbing out of her car. She closes the door gently and goes around to the passengers side, opening the door and pulling the brown satchel out, Y/N swings it over her shoulder and closes the door, locking the door and heading to Anne’s house.

Y/N walks up the path and knocks in the door, shifting her weight from left to right as she hears some shuffling behind the door before Anne opens the door, smiling brightly.

“Y/N! Come in please! It’s freezing out there.” Anne beckons the girl inside, closing the door behind them as they enter the place that once was like a second home to Y/N. Upon hearing Anne usher Y/N inside, Gemma emerges from the kitchen and grins, engulfing her in a wide hug.

“Gosh how I’ve missed ya! Don’t be a stranger, Y/N.” Gemma exclaims as she pulls away from their embrace. Y/N nods and smiles at the pair as the three of them head over to the table Anne and Gemma have already set up with food and the necessary utensils. Y/N sets her satchel on the corner of the chair she is currently sat on, carrying an easy conversation with Anne and Gemma despite the memories that flooded her mind. Harry would usually be sat next to Y/N, the pair sitting across from Anne and Gemma as they all told stories from their lives away from one another. She remembers how Harry would steal food off of her plate, pretend that he didn’t, and then proceed to share whatever dessert Anne made for them.

After dinner, Y/N offers to wash the dishes as Anne and Gemma go to set up the board games for the game night they usually hold after their meal. She’s washing the final dish when she hears a knock on the door, something rather unusual for the time of day, but she decided to ignore it; perhaps Gemma had invited a date, or a neighbor was in need of some sugar. Y/N begins to rinse the dish as she hears soft footsteps make their way across the living room and the click of locks coming undone before the door opens without a sound. The dish is now rinsed, and just as Y/N puts it on the drying rack, the grip her hands once held to hold the dish is gone, and she feels her heartbeat pick up in a way that’s barely noticeable.

“Hey mum...so sorry I’m late, m’flight got delayed due to the rain that was expected...no sight of it yet though…” The voice was muffled due to the space from the main entrance to the kitchen, but she could recognize it anywhere. It’s the voice that has signified home for years, now one that she hasn’t heard in person for years. Five years to be exact. It’s his voice...Harry’s voice.

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A/N: I hope you guys enjoyed this! It’s my first time writing Harry in YEARS.

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COLLIDE

VII: THE MARK

A/N; Hi hello! Here’s the continuation of Harry’s retreat from The Met Gala. Loads of love to my girls ( @for-fucks-sake-h @andwhenshesays @real-work-of-art @haute-romance-quotidienne ) who help me make this shit happen. Enjoy friends!

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Franki slipped out of her dress the second she stepped into the comfort of her suite at The Mark. Her heels came off next, immediately feeling a sweet relief as soon as her bare feet hit the floor. And once every pin in her hair and piece of jewelry on her skin was dropped in a pile on the bathroom counter, she climbed into the shower and let the water wash the night away.

As much as Franki loved the glitz and glam of the fashion world, she much preferred the inconspicuous life behind the scenes.

The warm water cascaded over her body, causing all the makeup and hairspray to disappear with the soap suds. The details of her to-do list for the next week ran through her mind as she scrubbed, doing her best to keep her mind distracted.

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All I’ve Ever Known // The Fifth Chapter

MOODBOARD // PREVIEW // TAGS // PLAYLIST // ASKS // LYTA

let’s talk about harry and amelie!

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thank you @stellarboystyles​​​​ for beta-ing this chapter, and every chapter, for me! i love ya lots and lots.

The Fifth Chapter will contain mentions of light drug use, sexual content and explicit language. Content below the cut will contain these descriptions.

Harry gets jealous. Harry gets jealous a bit too often for his liking.

Harry hates it, too. He hates getting jealous. He hates the twist in his stomach and the sick in his throat and the way his hands start to sweat. His jealousy sits in his diaphragm, making is hard to breathe and a bit uncomfortable to speak. Harry feels childish, as though the strength of his relationship that he knows is secure and stable is not enough, that in this moment, this stranger could come and steal the heart of the person he loves most in the world.

And the thought along makes Harry want to cry.

Majority of the time, Harry can ignore it, but there are some days that he simply cannot ignore the feeling that is eating away at him. Majority of the time, Harry can ignore it, but not today.

Amelie is angry with Harry, now. Confused and angry. Confused and angry as their lips are fighting against each other and her hands are tangled in his hair and his hands are pushing at the seams of her shirt, his thumbs already untying the strings of her ironed trousers and the buttons of the blouse that she stole from his wardrobe earlier this morning. His hands feel rough against her skin, grappling at her waist, his hand behind her head to soften the hit when her back smacks against the door.

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COLLIDE

VI: THE MET GALA

A/N; Hi! The rollercoaster continues! I’m so grateful for my dream team @for-fucks-sake-h​ @andwhenshesays​ @real-work-of-art​ @haute-romance-quotidienne​ ! I hope you enjoy Harry and Franki’s first Met Gala. Thanks for reading! Xx

Story Masterlist // Words: 6K // The Met Gala Moodboard

May 2019

There was something extraordinary about May in New York City. Springtime was floating through the air, finally melting away the winter cold and bringing the constant scent of sweet blooms mixed with fresh rain. The fact that new life was sprouting up everywhere made each day feel exciting and refreshing. And as for the fashion industry, the city was filled with a heightened buzz of exhilaration for a whole different reason.

The first Monday in May brought people from all over the world together for a night of exquisite and bold fashion. The Metropolitan Museum of Art’s annual fundraiser for their Costume Institute, lovingly known as The Met Gala, may as well have been a worldwide holiday.

It was the first year that Franki and Emi had the pleasure of being invited and they were beyond honored to be included on the guest list.

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COLLIDE

V: THE SHOW, PART TWO

A/N; Hello! This chapter was a doozy, watching hslot video after hslot video and missing tour. But I loved writing it and I hope you enjoy it too! As always, this wouldn’t have come together without my girls @for-fucks-sake-h​ @andwhenshesays​ @real-work-of-art​ @haute-romance-quotidienne​ and a special shout-out to @idk-who-she-is​ for her inspo ;) Love you all to the moon. Also, I’m so humbled to have ‘Collide’ be included in the 1D Craft Awards alongside a list of incredible writers. Please go vote for your favs and show them some love!

Story Masterlist // Words: 7.8K // The Show Moodboard

July 2018

Harry: I want to cut Anna.

Sitting back in his hair and makeup chair, Harry pressed send and quickly clicked out of his messages. Within seconds his mobile was buzzing in his hand and Jeffrey Azoff was scrolling across the screen.

Harry pressed the phone to his ear. “Yes?”

He could hear Jeff sigh heavily on the other end. “It’s thirty minutes until you go on, H. Kacey is literally almost done with her set. Not exactly the best time to be changing things.”

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COLLIDE

IV: THE SHOW, PART ONE

A/N; Hello - thank you so much for reading! Very grateful for every one of you. To my girls - @for-fucks-sake-h​ @andwhenshesays​ @real-work-of-art​ @haute-romance-quotidienne​ - I love you and your hand holding immensely. Enjoy!

Story Masterlist // Words: 6.6K // The Show Moodboard

Christmas Eve stayed particularly quiet in Leto Boutique’s original London location - a 800 square foot brick and mortar store tucked back off of Camden High Street.

Every year, Franki and Emi spent the day working so their employees could have an extra long holiday. Other than a few sporadic last minute holiday shoppers, the day was pretty mellow. And Franki absolutely loved it. It made her feel nostalgic over the slower days in the beginning of her career when it was just her and Emi working tirelessly all day, every day.

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III. THE WEDDING, PART TWO

A/N; Well, let’s get right to it! Millions of thanks to the absolute legends @real-work-of-art​​ @for-fucks-sake-h​ @andwhenshesays​ @haute-romance-quotidienne​ love you so. Enjoy - thank you for reading!

Story Masterlist // Words: 8K // The Wedding Moodboard // Warnings: adult themed

Harry stared intently at his reflection in the mirror as he looped his tie and pulled it tight, letting out a relieved breath once the dark blue silk material was situated around his neck just right. It was on his third try that his fumbling hands finally managed to pull it off.

He never liked wearing traditional ties, but instead preferred his shirt unbuttoned halfway down his torso. It was breezier that way. He honestly wasn’t sure why he suddenly decided to wear a tie to Quinn’s wedding, but figured he’d proudly sport the accessory, wanting to look his very best for the occasion.

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COLLIDE MASTERLIST

Harry Styles recently parted ways with his bandmates and is embarking on a whole new adventure - his debut solo album. Uncertainty keeps his heart guarded as he cautiously opens up to the world on his own.

Francesca ‘Franki’ Leto is hopelessly devoted to her career and goes wherever her rollercoaster of a life takes her. Far too busy for anything other than the fashion line she runs with her sister, she never could’ve seen him coming.

But when the universe keeps throwing them in each other’s paths, how long will it take to realize some things are too strange and strong to be coincidences. Call it what you want. Kismet. Fate. Dumb luck. Somehow their lives continue to collide.

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I. The Flight

II. The Wedding, Part One

III. The Wedding, Part Two

IV. The Show, Part One

V. The Show, Part Two

VI. The Met Gala

VII. The Gucci Cruise

(Posting dates TBD)

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All I’ve Ever Known // The Prologue

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Let’s talk about Harry and Amelie!

Harry’s routine is always the same before a show. All of Live on Tour has been routine, at least.

That’s because Amelie has been around for nearly the entire tour, scheduling shows around when the meetings for her latest exhibition, her biggest exhibition – twenty pieces of art centred around boundaries and the journey to accepting them as they are – are going to be held, especially the mandatory meetings in-house with Susan – the agent that she’s started working with since she saw her work at an exhibition for up and coming artists two years ago and was thoroughly impressed – and Harry wanted to be as supportive as he could be. That meant being around, even if there was a world tour of eighty some dates across the globe.

Harry’s had the threat of losing Amelie once. He wouldn’t make that mistake, again.

His schedule for the day usually begins with getting to the venue, then soundcheck and tech rehearsal while the stage is being finalised, a light meal of some sort – usually that’s just Amelie eating and Harry having coffee and sitting with her because he’s a tad bit clingy – and a workout. Harry will shower and change, dragging Amelie into the bathroom and talking to her about any emails that she’s gotten, an update on any of the art and the designs that’s she’s been working on with the film that she was signed an artistic creative director for – which he was unbelievably proud of her for – and the dates that she would have to fly home to California to attend their meetings and go over the designs that the crew was working on.

Amelie and Harry were apart for a majority of the years before, nearly nine months apart two years ago and four months last year, graciously able to reconnect towards the end of the Live on Tour dates in late October when the major meetings were coming to a close regarding the exhibition and much of the creative direction was being sent through private emails and phone conferences. Harry was grateful that Amelie was with him, now, but he knew that she was stressed beyond measure. Amelie wears herself too thin, too often, and Harry doesn’t want to see her burn out like she had a year and a half before.

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Sail The Widest Stretch || Part Nine

Part Nine, Taking Care Of Quizness Go here for story menu including further links to things like playlist & mood boards.

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Amelia stands out on the street far too long before ringing the doorbell.

She’s not sure what she’s doing outside Gemma and Tom’s house. She’s even less sure what she’s going to say or whether Harry will even want to see her. But all day she’s felt like someone’s been trying to rip her chest open from the inside, and she can’t get Gemma’s words out of her head. The words Harry’s sister said about motherhood, and that all she’d want for her children should something happen to her is for them to be happy and live completely, not letting anything—particularly their mother’s absence—rob them of that.

Amelia’s sure her parents would feel the same way.

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Loving You’s The Antidote: Chapter One

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“Tu devez arrêter de faire cela. Tu dois arrêter de me faire ça.” You have to stop doing this. You have to stop doing this to me. “’m begging you to stop running away. You’re saying all of these things and insisting that you have to leave. Arrête de parler de partir et parle moi!” Harry shouts, his knuckles white as he clutches the metal banister of the balcony, his body turned away from hers as she clings to the edge of the bench overlooking the garden, every muscle in her body frozen and unable to move. Quit talking about leaving and talk to me! “Arrête de nous faire ça et dis moi ce qui ne va pas.” Stop doing this to us and tell me what’s wrong.

Say something, her brain screams. Say something before he hates you.

Quiet.

Harry turns to Amelie, his eyes meeting hers, his feet carrying him over to her, his body kneeling against the concrete, his hands holding her thighs, making her feel his touch, making her know that he is there. “Je sais que tu m'aimes.” I know that you love me.

You don’t know that. “Tu ne savez pas que,” Amelie whispers, desperately trying to break the intensity that is building between them. Telling Harry that she’s in love with him would prove her point, that the love that they have has broken every boundary she has ever set for herself, that she has ever set to protect herself. “Je vais tout foutre en l'air. Je vais te faire me détester.” I’m going to fuck this up. I’m going to make you hate me.

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It all started at a Leon Bridges concert two years ago. Harry kissed Maggie during “Daisy Mae” and it was history. Their lifelong friendship - quite literally since the age of four - turned into something much more. Friends with Benefits to Maggie. Getting the Girl to Harry.

Maggie always said that maybe when she’s thirty she’d consider dating Harry, because for fuck’s sake if she’s single at thirty she’s going to need someone. And who better than the boy that’s loved her since he was fourteen. There was the little scandal about the two year age gap, but Harry never seemed to mind that one.

Now, they’re two years into their intimate arrangement and there is something they never expected to happen becoming much bigger as the months go on.

Maggie is pregnant.

Harry and Maggie are making a lot of changes and facing as many obstacles as they could have imagined in their mid and late twenties. Moving in together, handling a cafè and finances and schoolwork and students, understanding that they’re in this together, and struggling to cope with the disapproval of their parents.

And to add to the pressure of everything else, Harry and Maggie are unsure where their relationship stands. They love each other. They live together. They’re only seeing each other. But the idea of marriage and fulfilling the standards of a family that everyone else wants to see is absolutely undesirable to them.

Harry wants Maggie and Maggie wants a healthy relationship.

Do you think they can make it work?

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This story contains themes of sexual assault, mental disorders, sexual content, and profanity. Please read with caution.

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Harry never expected to meet the love of his life at the young age of twenty, barely a month before the band would be embarking on a world tour and debuting their fifth studio album. He never expected how soon he would fall in love, how hard he would fall. He was enamoured, in love, and absolutely adored by her. Her love and support extend further than anything Harry has ever experienced. His career is embarking on a solo endeavour, and everywhere he looks, she is right there encouraging him. There is nothing that could make him not love her. His artist, his muse. Her art is everything, his inspiration. 

Their journey is anything but easy. There is assault, the struggle of mental health, fear, and at the forefront, there is pain. 

One night, as they were laying in their bedroom contemplating everything, she said the quote from their favourite novel, the one they hold close to their hearts forever, “You make me love you, and that could be the greatest thing my heart was ever fit to do.”

Harry knows that somehow, someway, they always make it out together. Harry knows that in the most perfect way, loving her is the antidote.

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Y/N promised herself she would never date a musician. It was her one rule–her only rule, actually–when it came to dating. But then, Harry Styles rolled into her life and asked her to break it, just this once. And this is what happened.

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