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twopoppies · 1 year

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I know we should ignore these things, but I like debunking them. So, the article about Harry and Yan Yan Chan originally came from Woman’s Day in Australia, which is bottom of the barrel. Not like other tabloids are better but Woman’s Day will literally say whatever.

I searched her name on Twitter just to see if maybe they got a tip from somewhere, cause it seemed random, there are very few tweets with her name, but I found two from a hardcore Harrie who tweeted in early March that she knew they were hooking up (lol) and that she had confirmation four days ago (double lol).

In the second tweet, a friend replies “how do we know?” and she says that Pip Edwards (another Australian influencer) works with her sister and told her they were hooking up casually in the US and that Yan Yan was at two of his shows in Australia (Perth and Sydney) and they had breakfast together. She didn’t give a source for this last part (I presume she was spotted at the Sydney show because the article says the same). The fan says “apparently” about the shows and the breakfast.

So I went to Yan Yan’s instagram to track if it would even be possible for her and Harry to have hooked up in the US (I obviously don’t believe it, but would the narrative fit?)

Well, Harry was “dating” O until November, correct? Yan Yan was in New York until early November, then she went to a Chanel event in Miami for a few days, then back to NYC until early December. She posted almost every day, tagged her locations and the captions are like “today I took a stroll” or “finally arrived in Miami.” Harry was in LA the entirety of November with his residency, until very late November when he went to his Latin American leg of tour, which finished in mid December. So no cigar there.

Yan Yan then went to the Cayman Islands in early December and back to New York. Harry did a pit stop in LA after Brazil (AFTER Yan Yan was back in NYC), then straight to London, where he stayed until late January, then flew to LA for the postponed shows and the Grammys. Yan Yan went to Australia in mid January and has been there ever since.

Harry followed Yan Yan in 2020, so maybe they hooked up before O? Wrong, Yan Yan was in a relationship with Nathan Jolliffe, ever since 2017, they broke up in July 2022. So either they’re gonna go with “they cheated”, they’re gonna wipe Yan Yan’s social media to make them meeting plausible, or it’s just a het Harrie who wants them to be together (she’s seriously super weird about it), probably because she’s Australian and wants him to date a fellow Aussie 🥴, who tipped off Woman’s Day, and Daily Mail picked it up.

Honestly, tho, part of me hopes that if they’re gonna give Harry another beard, it’s at least a woman of color lmao, I seriously can’t stand Brad and I’m (no offense) tired of white blonde women. I hope he doesn’t have to for a while, O was exhausting. But I’m ngl the amount of ridiculous rumors Australians made up about him hooking up with random women in their periods, I’m like “oh god maybe a beard would be better” 😭 but ik that’s selfish cause he’d have to actually do something with a beard

LOLLLLL! Bless you for the patience it took to look through her IG and compare their schedules. 😅😅😅 The whole thing is so stupid. And yeah, I agree with you about at least it’s a WOC. The same thing happened with Kiko Mizuhara when he was in Japan a few years ago and it obviously was fake (she even said she’d never met him when the rumors were first spread). But the rumors were non stop about them until the article came out denying it.

I just wish everyone would ignore this stuff. When they want us to know, we know. Like, fucking holivia was splashed everywhere. It wasn’t leaked by some random clout chasing harries.

#harry rumors #yan yan chan #stunts #Harry in Sydney #kiko mizuhara #debunked or not

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lonelycowgirls · 1 year

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"Fuck, you're so fit." Stella groaned as Harry walked her backwards, his forehead resting on hers. She chased his lips, growing frustrated as he kept retreating them in a teasing dance between them. "I just want you all the time." His one hand tightened on the side of her neck at her words and she licked her tongue out through her teeth as she smiled at the sensation. Harry watched her with hooded eyes, his erection swollen in his yellow trousers. He loved when she got like this, goosebumps rising on his arms at the thought of the night he was planning in his mind.

She'd been insatiable since she'd flown into Sydney and that night was no different. She wasn't sure she'd ever get used to how gorgeous he was - even after 13 years together - and she tried to hate how easy she was for him. But she loved it secretly as well.

"This fucking waistcoat thing is gonna drive me mad." Harry silently thanked Lambert a million times over and vowed to plant one on him the next time he saw him. He bent to wrap his arms fully around her waist and pull her into his bare chest, finally capturing her begging lips in a searing kiss.

"Steady on, Stell. 'M not a piece of meat." He smirked before his tongue lapped at hers as he walked her back to the wall of his dressing room. He'd barely gotten through the door before she'd pounced on him earlier. He pushed her roughly into the thin wall and she moaned languidly into his mouth, he knew what she wanted and needed in that moment. He put a hand on the wall over her head for stability, lifted her leg around his hip and ground his hips deeply into hers, hard and filthy. As she gasped he kept her mouth open with his thumb and fingers on her jaw and spat directly into her mouth. She looked at him, eyelids barely open before rolling her eyes to the back of her head and moaning unashamedly as she swallowed over a dirty smile. She pulled harshly at the hair at the back of his head to open his neck up and pressed open kisses over his jaw and down, biting and nipping along the way. His fingers gripped onto her hips for dear life, pulling her impossibly closer and making her drip for him. Ripping her hands from his hair, he slammed them up above her head and looked directly into her eyes, both of them panting. They stared at each other, hearts pounding. All she could think about was having him inside her. She needed the closeness, needed to feel loved and adored by him. Her person.

"Be good for me, yeah?" He nodded as he spoke, eyebrows raising in waiting for her acknowledgement of his words. She was hard work sometimes, but he couldn't help but love that about her. They'd been together long enough now that he knew how to charm her, even when she was being particularly difficult. She'd become her own woman and wasn't the quirky, sweet and innocent girl he'd gotten with when they were 16. She hadn't been that for a long time...

She'd make him work for her now, and made sure he knew she'd drop him like a stone if he stepped out of line. Rarely, she'd be pliable like this. The fire in her seemed to always be ignited. But every so often she'd let him snuff that flame out for a moment and become a vulnerable mess for him.

"Sure, baby." She whispered and kissed his bottom lip slowly. He kept his eyes open and on her. In a flash, he dropped to his knees in front of her. He lifted her summer dress and kissed up her thighs and around her thong. Smelling her and feeling his dick twitch. She held her hands on his broad shoulders and squeezed as she watched him. He looked up as he delicately puckered his lips over and over, watching her full chest rise and fall as her cleavage was pushed up by her arms. Her hair framed her face as she bit into her bottom lip, face flushed in the most gorgeous shade of pink with her arousal.

"You're fucking art, Stella." He murmured, taking a moment to rest his chin on her lower belly and tell her of his affection. He ran his hands up and down the backs of her thighs, caressing her thickness with the love of his touch. She cupped his face and pushed the curls back from his forehead, stroking his cheek with her thumb. "I'll never get over you."

Tears pooled in her eyes and she couldn't stop herself from sliding down the wall. She pushed him so he sat back on his heels and straddled his lap. She kissed him with everything in her, running her hands up his chest, over his prominent peck muscles, to rest her hands at his neck. She pulled back to look down at him. "Forever." She whispered. His forehead pulled in and focus took over. He turned her to rest her back on the floor next to them, she pushed his glittered waistcoat back from his shoulders as he loomed over her, pressing continuous kisses to her lips.

"Thought you loved the waistcoat?" He asked when the garment rested in the crooks of his elbows.

"I do, but I wanna see my man." She lifted her neck to connect their lips again and Harry threw the waistcoat away from them, pulling her legs up his sides. He pulled the top of her dress down to free her boobs. Kissing around her nipple before taking it into his mouth and glancing up as he sucked, she arched beautifully for him, whimpering at the feeling and rolling her hips up into his absentmindedly. "Come on, then. I'm ready, just want you inside." She whispered, stroking his shoulder as he came to rest his hands on the floor on either side of her head. He looked down as she undid the fastenings to his trousers and pushed them down over his bum, giving it a little swat and quietly giggling.

"Want me inside you? Wanna feel all of me, Stell?"

"Yes, Harry, come on. Make me full." She coaxed him along, rolling her hips and biting her lip. He pulled his hard dick out of his underwear and pumped it a few times, breathing heavily over the strain. "Give it to me, baby." And he did.

He groaned as he entered her warmth, pushing her thighs further apart and up his hips to get a good angle. She clenched hard around him and winked when he moaned sharply in response. Placing her hands on either side of his neck, she stroked under his ears with her thumbs, feeling the love for him bloom inside her.

"Make love to me, Harry." She breathed, gasping when he rolled his hips forward in a motion that would send any woman spiralling. He carried on with sultry thrusts, his lips hovering above hers, hot breath mixing in a passionate tangle. "God, yes baby." She moaned, dropping her head back and letting him completely ravish her.

"Always come back to you, eh? Got me wrapped 'round your finger," Stella nodded, her face contorting in pleasure as he hit her spot. "All those people out there would do anythi-ah!"

"Don't talk about other people when you're inside me, Harry." She chastised him, after clamping down on her muscles to shut him up. He then tilted her pelvis up so she was balanced on her upper back, before lifting up onto his knees and pounding ruthlessly. She squealed and threw her arms above her head, curling her fingers into the fluffy white rug. "Fuuuuck, right there."

"Yeah? Right there?" He breathed hard, hoping she was close. His stamina wasn't what it used to be.

"Yes, rub my clit and I'll come," she moaned, smiling slightly up at him. Always reading his mind. He did as she said, leaning down to kiss her, messily. "Mmm, that's it, feels so good." She said, barely above a whisper. His hair tickled her nose so she combed it back with her fingers, listening to the sound of his thighs slapping on the backs of hers and focusing on how good he felt. Harry watched as her face crumbled and her mouth fell open in a silent cry. She clamped down on him, fluttering repeatedly as her world came crashing down. She moaned from her throat and breathed harshly through her orgasm and he pushed through the ache in his thighs to guide her through it.

"Good fucking girl. Such a fucking sight to see you come under me." She let out a soft chuckle as she came down from her high.

"Never gets old, does it?" She said, pecking his lips before he set her back down and rested back on his heels, still pumping in and out of her. His pace became leisurely as he moved his hips and tried to catch a second wind. Moving his hair out of his face, he looked down at her beautiful body and felt shivers crawl up his spine. He manoeuvred her legs to lie across his thighs and linked his fingers through hers to pull her to straddle his lap once again. She clung to him like a monkey, soft and satisfied after her orgasm. "I love you." She whispered down to him, tracing his lips with her thumb. "Come for me, Harry." His face turned stoic as he lifted her hips up and down over his cock.

"Love you, baby. So much." He strained, slamming his hips up to get himself there. "Gonna make me come so hard." She coached him with pornographic moans she knew would help him along. She began to meet his upward thrusts and nodded repeatedly when his hips started to stutter. His eyes scrunched closed as she felt his warmth release inside her, connecting them once again. "Shit." He sputtered out, smiling wide up at her.

"You've still got it, H." She laughed with him, his fingers giving her tingles as they ran up and down her back. She patted his chest softly before rising from his lap and cupping her intimate parts to keep from dripping all over the carpet. He grabbed her wrist before she could move too far away, kissed her knuckles and tugged her down for another couple of pecks on her lips. He turned to collapse onto his back on the rug as she went to the bathroom to clean herself up.

"We haven't done that in a while, Stell." He called to her from the floor, playing with his soft member in the post-orgasmic haze.

"What, had sex?" He huffed a laugh at her sarcasm, though it had been a little while for that too.

"No, I mean fucked at an arena."

"Yeah, I'm sure the carpet burns will be a consistent reminder of why." He smirked at her deadpan response. "Prefer a good old bed in my old age." She joked, exiting the bathroom with her boobs securely back inside her dress. She rolled her eyes fondly at her boyfriend as he laid with his yellow trousers round his ankles and his underwear sat at his knees, fiddling with himself casually like he'd done out of habit since he was a teenager. "We going to the hotel or are you gonna lie there all night?"

"Secret third option, you'll carry me to the sofa and spoon me to sleep."

"How about we go to the hotel and I'll ride you just wearing this?" She said, in a completely innocent tone, dangling the waistcoat off of her finger by its Gucci label. Harry put his palms to his face with a boyish groan and sat up straight so quick it gave him a head rush.

"Alright, I'm up!"

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Don't know where this came from, was really feeling that outfit last night... enjoy!

Nel xo

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