#Direction

[noteworthynotions]

“It may be that when we no longer know what to do we have come to our real work and that when we no longer know which way to go we have begun our real journey.”

Wendell Berry

[quietlotus]

“Do not despise your own place and hour. Every place is under the stars, every place is the centre of the world.”

— John Burroughs

[stylesonfilms]

masterlist for ink and innocence! (ongoing jan 2025)

hey! i forgot to mention earlier on that my story is based on frat boy harry, but the age is just changed! he'll also fall into bandana harry era and possibly lhh! aspen, to me, doesn't have a certain character assigned to her! in the story, she has brown hair, brown eyes, and 'soft' features. loosely tied with gracie abrams' look. thanks for the support already shown!

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part 1

part 2

part 3

part 4

part 5

part 6

part 7

part 8

part 9

part 10

part 11

part 12

part 13

part 14

part 15

part 16

part 17

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part 20

part 21

part 22 *

part 23

part 24

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part 27

part 28

part 29

part 30

part 31

part 32

[wordsoftheheartandsoul]

Mistakes, struggles, and tribulations are inevitable but how you react, repent, and redirect from them are reflections of your intentions, direction, and maturity.

Morgan Richard Olivier - the strength that stays

[harrysxcarolina]

if i was a blue bird, i would fly to you, you'd be the spoon dip you in honey so i could be sticking to you...

h. styles

warnings: oldies but goodies... haven't written for H in so long, but I do have a couple drafts of revenge and some one shots, sooo maybe if the motivation hits i'll post em...

jealous type x harry is the jealous type, but he makes sure to only show it to you in private.

no control x what happens when you and harry have an unspoken agreement to keep a low profile as friends with benefits? neither one of you wanting to ruin the friendship or friendships you have with others, but eventually things catch up to the both of you and you are forced to make a decision?

more x you want and crave more of harry in ways that he just can't give you.

ring x Harry loves the idea of you wearing one of his rings and makes you promise that you'll never take it off.

revenge x If revenge is what you want, then revenge is what you’ll get.

the story of us x an au that shows the once private relationship between harry and y/n. harry being the famous popstar sensation, while y/n is an upcoming author and Youtube vlogger.

[its-where-the-wild-things-are]

[pankowcrumbs]

Hushed moments X Harry Styles

MasterList

Harry Styles Masterlist

The absence of his warmth woke me first.

Even in sleep, my body knew. The bed felt colder, emptier without him. I blinked against the darkness, my hand reaching out on instinct, only to find the sheets beside me smooth and untouched.

My heart gave a small, uneasy flutter.

Harry was gone.

I sat up slowly, rubbing the sleep from my eyes, listening for any sound in the quiet house. The soft patter of rain against the window filled the silence, a gentle rhythm against the stillness of the night.

I glanced at the clock 2:37 AM.

Frowning, I slipped out of bed, pulling his hoodie from the chair beside me and tugging it over my head. It smelled like him faint traces of his cologne mixed with something undeniably Harry. Comforting. Familiar.

Padding barefoot through the house, I checked the living room first, then the kitchen. Nothing.

And then, as I turned towards the hallway, I heard it.

A quiet strumming.

My heart eased at the sound, the tension in my shoulders loosening.

Of course.

I should have known.

I followed the soft melody down the hall, stopping outside the slightly ajar door of his home studio. The dim glow of a lamp spilled out, casting golden light onto the wooden floorboards.

I pushed the door open just enough to see him.

Harry sat on the small loveseat by the window, guitar resting on his lap, fingers moving effortlessly over the strings. He was looking outside, watching the rain streak down the glass, his curls tousled, sleep still lingering in his features.

He looked beautiful.

His lips moved, soft words barely above a whisper, like he was lost in thought, lost in the music.

I didn’t move, didn’t say anything just stood in the doorway, watching him.

There was something about him like this, in these quiet hours of the night. So lost in his own world, in the melodies only he could create.

It was one of the things I loved most about him.

After a moment, he exhaled, tilting his head slightly then his eyes flicked towards the doorway, locking onto mine.

A slow, knowing smile tugged at his lips.

"Couldn’t sleep?" I murmured.

He shook his head. "Didn’t want to wake you."

I stepped inside, wrapping my arms around myself. "You alright?"

His gaze softened, something unreadable in his expression. He didn’t answer straight away. Instead, he lifted his chin slightly, a silent invitation.

Come here.

I didn’t hesitate.

Crossing the room, I crawled into his lap, tucking my legs to the side as his arms came around me without hesitation. His warmth enveloped me instantly, his hands settling on my waist, grounding me.

I exhaled against his neck, breathing him in. "I woke up and you weren’t there."

"Didn’t mean to worry you, love," he murmured, pressing a kiss to my hair. "Just couldn’t sleep. My mind’s a bit… restless."

I pulled back slightly to look at him. His green eyes were still heavy with sleep, but there was something distant behind them like he’d been caught between thoughts.

I traced my fingers over the ink on his forearm. "Thinking about something?"

His lips curved, but it wasn’t his usual cheeky smirk. It was softer. "Yeah."

I waited, running my thumb over the veins in his wrist.

Then, after a moment, he exhaled a quiet chuckle. "Thinking about you, mostly."

My stomach flipped. "Me?"

Harry hummed, adjusting the guitar in front of us so his fingers could find the strings again. "Always."

He strummed gently, the sound vibrating against me

I shivered.

His arms tightened slightly, his voice dropping to a whisper. "Do you know how much I love you?"

I swallowed, my heart pounding. "Tell me."

He smiled, dipping his head so his lips brushed against my ear. "I love you more than I have words for." His fingers moved over the strings, the melody quiet, slow. "More than music. More than the stars. More than anything I could ever write into a song."

I felt warmth bloom in my chest, his words settling deep inside me.

"I love you," I whispered, tilting my head up so my nose brushed against his. "So much."

Harry’s breath caught slightly, like he wasn’t expecting it to hit him as hard as it did.

Then he kissed me.

Soft and slow, like he had all the time in the world.

When he pulled away, his forehead rested against mine, the corners of his lips tugging up.

"Let me sing to you," he murmured.

I nodded, my eyes fluttering shut as he started playing again, the notes quiet, intimate.

His voice was low and husky from sleep, barely above a whisper, like the song was only meant for me.

The rain continued to fall outside, the rhythm of it blending seamlessly with the music.

Harry’s arms were strong around me, his chest warm against my back.

in that moment wrapped up in him, surrounded by his voice, his love I had never felt safer.

[savagechickens]

Directions.

And more stubbornness.

[ooctlt]

Where are these guys on a scale from "uncanny sense of direction" to "could get lost in a paper bag?" (I believe in my heart that Gideon is the latter)

[yeesiine]

[roomhole]

[quietlotus]

“Follow your bliss and don’t be afraid, and doors will open where you didn’t know they were going to be.”

— Joseph Campbell

[life-spire]

[thepersonalwords]

Don’t ever rule out the option of U-turn in your life, because one day you will need it! The moment you realize that you are going to the wrong direction, turn to the right direction instantly, with a beautiful U-turn!

Mehmet Murat ildan

[shortiepinocco]

nothing unusual :)