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Louis has finally clapped back at all the conspiracy theorist who theorize his relationship and family. 👏👏👏 So proud of him. Next, he should be more specific and tell a certain group of people to f*ck off.

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Why is thinking Harry is a bad kisser giving people the right to be bi phobic??? The amount of comments i've seen under videos of him kissing, saying things like, "it's because its a girl" or "he's always uncomfortable around women" or "he clearly doesn't like kissing girls because he kissed great in my policeman". First off, acting in a movie and real life is different. In My Policeman, he had people judging his kiss and probably multiple scene takes to get it perfect. Second off, i don't care what anyone thinks, but Harry likes women and that's okay. You can think he likes men, which is understandable from his hints and his song Medicine, but he can also like women. Certain people want him to be gay so bad and it's weird. Just let the man be. Let him kiss who he wants. Girl, boy, a tree. Who cares.... It's not your business. And if he is a bad kisser, well, he can still kiss me. *omg who said that?* 🙃 i'm done with my morning rant. ✌

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I saw the video and I honestly just want to—

(I love him, I’m just jealous is not me)

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harry takes ballet lessons. he goes to the theater and he always has his journal with him writing lyrics and poems. he takes photos of architecture and he writes and studies music. he goes to galleries and he’s a voracious reader. he literally lives and breathes art. there’s just something about the way he sees the world - gentle, creative, honest. a true artist through and through. and honestly, i’ve never wanted someone more.

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i would appreciate it if someone could close the Italian borders for this man. Thank you

Harry walking through the airport with his luggage in Rome. (16 June 2025)

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i’ll lock myself in the house and throw the key away

Harry walking through the airport with his luggage in Rome. (16 June 2025)

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Toothpaste kisses

Summary: Just a sleepy morning, a toothbrush, and the kind of love that feels like home

A/n: I saw this photo and immediately had to write something about it — it just felt so soft and real

Wordcount: 541

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The bathroom was quiet except for the soft hum of the fan and the occasional rustle of fabric. Morning light spilled in through the window, pale and sleepy, washing everything in gold. Harry stood in front of the mirror with a toothbrush hanging lazily from his mouth, his hair tousled from sleep and his shirt wrinkled from where he’d curled up in bed just twenty minutes earlier.

Y/N leaned against the doorframe, watching him with a small smile tugging at her lips. There was something endlessly charming about the way he looked in moments like this—completely unbothered, soft around the edges, and totally himself.

She reached for her phone, raising it with a quiet chuckle. “You look like a kid who got caught playing pirate in the bathroom,” she said gently.

Harry’s eyes flicked toward the mirror, catching hers in the reflection. He gave a playful squint but didn’t move, continuing to brush as if this was just part of their usual dance. Which, in a way, it was.

Without asking for permission, Y/N snapped the photo.

The moment froze: Harry standing in front of the mirror, sleep still in his eyes, toothbrush angled between his lips, her arm draped just barely into the frame holding the phone. It was the kind of moment you never really plan, but it sticks with you—simple, real, and filled with quiet affection.

Harry mumbled something incomprehensible with the toothbrush still between his teeth, narrowing his eyes like he was pretending to be annoyed.

“Oh, don’t act like you’re not loving the attention,” Y/N said, biting back a laugh as she set the phone down on the counter. “You’re literally the definition of ‘soft boyfriend morning aesthetic.’ Pinterest is going to eat this up.”

He finally pulled the toothbrush from his mouth and grinned, foam still lingering in the corner of his lips. “I don’t know what that means, but I’ll assume it’s a compliment.”

“It is,” she said, stepping closer to him. “You’re very on-brand this morning.”

Without a word, Harry turned slightly, enough to let her slip her arms around his waist, resting her head gently against his chest. His shirt smelled like sleep and minty toothpaste, and he was warm in that way people only are first thing in the morning.

He pressed a kiss to the top of her head and mumbled, “Mornings are better with you.”

Y/N smiled, eyes closed. “Even better than your oat milk lattes?”

He pulled back just enough to look at her, mock offense in his eyes. “Let’s not say things we can’t take back.”

She laughed, swatting at his shoulder. “Fine. I’ll make the coffee while you finish pretending to brush your teeth.”

“I do brush properly!” he called after her as she slipped out of the bathroom, already giggling down the hallway.

Left alone, Harry looked at himself in the mirror again and shook his head with a smile. His hair was wild, his eyes were still tired, and he had toothpaste on his lip—but she looked at him like he hung the stars anyway.

And honestly, in quiet moments like this, brushing his teeth while the person he loved made coffee just down the hall—he believed he might have.

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SHUT UP

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NO ONE SPEAK TO ME

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ladies and gentlemen….my husband. 🩵❤️

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personal

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i need him to choke me with those thighs- i mean whaaaat

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Between the lines masterlist

The first chapter

Some love stories start with a single glance. Theirs begins with a spilled cup of tea

Folded pages

A folded page, a quiet defiance, and something beginning to unfold

Lost in the margins

As a storm trap them in the bookstore, a shared cup of tea and soft literary banter gradually dissolve the barriers between two guarded hearts

Unspoken words

A moment of tension, an unspoken truth, and a kiss that rewrites everything

The last chapter

In the quiet comfort of shared pages, they find that some stories -just like love- are meant to last forever

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The last chapter

Between the lines part five: in the quiet comfort of shared pages, they find that some stories-just like love-are meant to last forever

Wordcount: 1k

A/n: I’m so sorry for the wait — life (and studying!) kept me busy these past few weeks, but I’m so happy to finally share the final part of Between the Lines with you. Thank you so much for your patience and for following along with this story — it truly means everything. While this is the last official part of the series, if you have any little scene requests or moments you’d like to see, I’d be more than happy to write them. I hope you enjoy this final chapter, and thank you for being here 💌

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The café was quiet, wrapped in the golden glow of the late afternoon. The low hum of quiet conversations and the soft clinking of coffee cups filled the air, but he barely noticed.

Because she was sitting across from him.

Her book was open, fingers delicately holding the edge of the page as she read, completely unaware of the way he was watching her. She always did this—got lost in words, in stories, in other worlds. And every time, without fail, he found himself lost in her.

His own book lay forgotten on the table. He wasn’t interested in reading. Not when she was right there, so effortlessly beautiful, so entirely his.

He should have been used to it by now—the way his chest tightened whenever she tucked her hair behind her ear, the way his pulse stuttered when she bit her lip in concentration. But he wasn’t. He wasn’t sure he ever would be.

“Stop staring.”

Her voice was soft, teasing, but she didn’t look up from her book.

“I’m not staring,” he said, even though they both knew it was a lie.

She hummed, flipping a page. “You are.”

He smirked. “Maybe.”

That made her glance up, rolling her eyes in that way she always did when he was being impossible. But there was a small smile playing at her lips, and he saw it. He always saw it.

His fingers tapped against the wooden table, restless. He hated the space between them, even if it was only the width of a table.

“I don’t get how you can sit there and read when I’m right in front of you,” he muttered.

She arched a brow. “Because I like books.”

He leaned forward slightly, his voice lower now. “Do you like them more than me?”

She smirked. “Maybe.”

His jaw clenched. She was teasing him. She knew exactly what she was doing. And yet, it still got to him.

With slow, deliberate movements, he reached out and gently pulled the book from her hands, closing it and setting it aside. “That’s enough reading for today.”

She gasped, half amused, half scandalized. “Excuse me? You can’t just take my book.”

“Just did.” He leaned back, watching her reaction with a lazy kind of satisfaction. “What are you gonna do about it?”

She narrowed her eyes. “Give it back.”

“No.”

“Please?”

He huffed, shaking his head. “Not fair when you say it like that.”

She grinned, victorious, and he sighed before sliding the book back to her. But as she reached for it, his fingers closed around her wrist, keeping her there.

His thumb brushed over the inside of her wrist, tracing slow, lazy circles.

“Tell me you missed me today,” he murmured.

She exhaled, her resolve crumbling under the weight of his gaze.

“I did,” she admitted softly.

His grip tightened just a fraction. “Good.”

She shook her head with a small laugh, but she didn’t pull away.

There was something different about him today—something deeper in his eyes, something heavier in the way he touched her. She had seen this side of him before, but now, it was more intense.

He had always been protective, possessive in quiet ways, in the way he walked on the side of the street closest to traffic, in the way he pulled her closer in crowded places. But now? Now it felt like something more.

Like he had been holding back, and he was done pretending.

She swallowed, feeling the shift between them, and slowly, he lifted her hand to his lips, pressing a lingering kiss to her fingers.

“I hate when you’re not with me,” he murmured against her skin.

Her breath hitched.

He never said things like that—not in words. But tonight, he wasn’t holding anything back.

“I’m here now,” she whispered.

His gaze darkened. “Yeah. You are.”

And for him, that was everything.

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The walk back to his place was slow, unhurried.

His hand never left hers, his grip firm, almost like he was afraid she might slip away if he let go.

The air was cool, a soft breeze rustling through the trees. The streets were quiet, and in the dim glow of the streetlights, she could see the way his jaw was still tight, like he was holding something back.

When they reached his door, he hesitated for a second before finally speaking.

“Stay.”

It wasn’t a question.

She blinked up at him. “I was planning to.”

He exhaled, nodding once before unlocking the door and pulling her inside.

The second the door clicked shut behind them, he was on her.

His hands framed her face, his lips brushing against hers, slow at first, almost hesitant. But then she melted into him, and that hesitation disappeared.

The kiss deepened, his fingers tangling in her hair, his body pressing her against the door like he couldn’t get close enough.

And maybe he couldn’t.

Maybe he never would.

When they finally pulled apart, she was breathless, her heart hammering against her ribs.

He pressed his forehead against hers, his voice rough when he spoke. “You have no idea what you do to me.”

She smiled, threading her fingers through his hair. “I think I have some idea.”

He chuckled, shaking his head before kissing her again, softer this time.

“I love you,” he murmured against her lips.

She froze.

She pulled back slightly, searching his face, but he didn’t look nervous. He looked sure.

Completely, entirely sure.

Her heart swelled, and she didn’t even hesitate. “I love you too.”

Something in his expression softened, and then he was kissing her again, like he would never get tired of it, like he would never get tired of her.

And maybe he wouldn’t.

Because this wasn’t just some fleeting feeling.

This was everything.

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