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On this day in 1978… Fleetwood Mac for $8.50 

Where’s that time machine when you need it?

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Harry Styles: Golden Behind the Scenes 

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really wanna write a 70sharry au!

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✨ Harry + acceptance speeches ✨

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Harry photographed for SNL 2019

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Harry Styles for Vogue, December 2020 Photography by Tyler Mitchell

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alessandro_michele *Odeur d’été*

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moodboard for SHE (read it here x)

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illicit affairs

a/n: this took me quite a while, but hopefully you guys enjoy it. This song it loosely based on the song illicit affairs by Taylor Swift. I focused more on the downfall/breakup of the relationship that the affair itself. Also, I don't condone cheating of any kind. 

Also, I’m not sure if I like the ending. I know it’s somewhat abrupt  But I do have an idea to use this specific storyline with another folklore one shot. Anyway, I hope you guys like it. 

warnings: language, mentions of sex, alcohol and cheating. 

word count: 968

It was born from stolen glances and remarks made here and there. I knew it was wrong, and I think all along he knew it too. Harry was just too damn charming. I had told myself that I would say no to him, but I never did. It was as much my fault as it was his. I had been on tour with him since March. I was working alongside Harry Lambert. At first, I didn’t think he noticed me, much less cared about me. Until one night when Harry Lambert had a family emergency, and couldn’t be there for the show in Berlin.

“Yeh quiet, y’know?” he said as I passed him a pair of shoes. Our hands touched briefly, and it sent a shockwave through my entire body.

“I just don’t have much to say.”  It wasn't entirely true. Most of my friends would describe me as an extrovert. But there was something about Harry. It shook me to my very core. I couldn’t breathe when I was around him. Much less, form grammatically correct sentences. 

“I don’t believe that for a second.” He slipped his shoes on and stood in front of the full-length mirror. “How do I look?”

I looked down at my own feet, trying to decide what to say. He looked amazing. “You look nice,” I didn’t make eye contact with him. If I did, I would probably pass out.

“’M I makin’ yeh uncomfortable?” he asked sincerely. Finally, I let my eyes meet his. And his gaze stopped me dead in my tracks.

“No, I just didn’t think you’d wanna talk to me.” I picked at the pink polish on one of my fingernails.

“Course I do. I think yeh really cool. An' yeh 'ave a good eye for fashion.” We were now standing just a few feet apart.

“Harry,” I heard myself say, finally. The steady sound of my voice was surprising. My insides were cutting flips. I was suddenly overwhelmed with passion.

“Can I kiss yeh, Elle?” I hesitated at first, but then I nodded. The kiss was electric, it sent another shock right through me. But the kiss only lasted a second before I pulled away.

“Harry, you have a wife…” I tried to avoid his gaze, but I couldn't. Harry was like a force of nature.

“I just can’t help myself. Yeh…incredible.”

4 months later

I felt Harry move beside me. “’Ve gotta take a piss.” I laughed softly and watched him stumble through the dark hotel room. I watched him as he closed the door to the bathroom. I grabbed my phone and looked at the time. 4:30, I needed to leave soon. Harry didn’t take long in the bathroom. I was sitting up when he came back.

“I should probably be leaving.”

“Wish yeh could stay. Y’know, tours almost over.”

“I know…” I stood up and started to change into my outfit from the night before. He sat down at the foot of the bed and ran his hand through his hair.

Something had shifted in the air. The end of the tour meant the end of this. The last four months seemed to vanish as quickly as they had started.

“Harry?” I asked as I pulled my jeans up and buttoned them.

"Hmm?" He responded. His eyes were fixed on a spot on the brown carpet that I couldn't pinpoint.

"What do we do? When it's over...” my words seemed to have a double meaning. I knew exactly what would happen once the final curtain closed.

I felt my eyes well up with tears, and my throat constricted. 

“I..don’t know.” He said it quietly, but I could tell from his voice that this was going to be over soon. I felt my eyes well up with tears, and my throat constricted. Over the past 4 months, I had fallen helplessly in love with the man in front of me. He had a wife. She was gorgeous, and she was so kind. She didn't deserve this. I knew that he cared about me, but I had been so naive to think that anything would come from this. He wouldn't leave her. He would go home and pretend that none of this had happened. We would keep this dirty little secret. "What happens on the road stays on the road." He had said one night early in my stint on tour. Of course, that night he had been referring to getting blackout drunk and not cheating on his wife. 

“Baby, don’ cry.” 

“I can’t help it. In two weeks you’ll go back to your perfect life in London. You’ll go back to her and I’ll be back in New York.” I took a deep breath. 

“Elle, I’m sorry.” 

“No,” my tone surprised and the words that came surprised me even more. "You knew this would happen. You knew that you would end this when the tour ended." I let my emotions take control for a second, “And right now, I hate myself for letting you get the best of me.” 

"Baby," He said, looking up at me. I almost let his gaze break me again. I took a deep breath.

“I was a fool. I was a damn fool, Harry.” 

He didn't say anything, he just hung his head. 

"Why don't I just make this easier and end this now. It was going to end anyway. I'll work the rest of the shows, but this is over.” I grabbed my things as quickly as I could. I had to get out of that room and away from him. 

I was in my room before I left the dam break. He hadn’t said a single word to me when I had been packing my shit up. 

It’s amazing how everything can change in a second. Our love had caught fire quickly, it had burned with passion, and it had absolutely destroyed me. Harry would go back to his wife without batting an eye, and I would be left to pick up the pieces. 

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okay - hopefully I’ll get back to writing soon. I’ve been super busy but will definitely have more free time soon :-)

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soft :(

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