#Harry styles lot

[puffpasstea]

Brazil

A/N: another satellite blurb cuz….well, the photo. warnings: smut. It’s basically just smut. Some Dom!harry ———

Harry quirked his eyebrows, smiling mischievously as our eyes met in the full length mirror in front of him. It was a small moment of private, telepathic communication between us, in the middle of the pre-show rush backstage. We were surrounded by crew members left and right, so there wasn’t much that I could do or say, but the look in his eyes, and the smile he was giving me, were more than enough to let me know that he could tell exactly what I was thinking as I watched him get dressed. I felt my cheeks grow hot, and red, with recognition. In a split second, our non-verbal exchange was interrupted. I blinked, and Harry was surrounded by people fixing his hair, touching up his outfit, Anthony’s camera lens inching closer to capture those moments. Whatever moment we’d just shared had definitely passed. I stood up, leaving the comfort of the cream colored couch that allowed me to be a fly on the wall, and simply watch, as everyone scrambled to get ready for the show, and went to check in on the band. Mostly in an effort to redirect the filthy thoughts that had already festered in my brain at the sight of Harry with his pants slipping down his waist.

“hey,” I greeted Sarah and immediately made myself useful, helping her zip up her dress from behind. Everyone else seemed ready, checking in with their instrument techs to make sure the stage was set up, awaiting the countdown to showtime. I plopped myself into the empty hair and makeup chair and pulled out my phone, scrolling mindlessly through Instagram. The air was sucked out of my lungs when, unexpectedly, I came across a photo Harry had just posted, a mere few minutes ago. What a sneak! He knew exactly what he was doing. His sequin pants hanging off his legs, his black Calvin Kline briefs hugging his thighs above his very clear tan line, and, of course, the “Brasil!” Tattoo that he’d cheekily teased people with the previous show, on clear display. He’d done this on purpose. Any hopes I might have had of banishing my inappropriate thoughts were promptly squashed by Harry’s brazenness. A tingle rushed down my spine, and I might have even felt my thighs squeeze together ever so slightly. Fuck it. I rushed out of my chair to go find Harry.

I was too late. He was sipping on some water as various crew members asked for his confirmation on the final details. I stood in the doorway, waiting for his eyes to catch mine, so I could subtly signal to him to meet me in his dressing room, or something, but the disembodied voice on the speakers announced that he needed to head to the main stage. Fuck. It was gonna be a long show. ———

“Hi baby,” Harry greeted me in the hall, panting as he jogged through, the light bouncing off the yellow and pink sequins of his clothes and giving him a dreamy glow. He was a sweaty (sexy) mess. Someone appeared behind him congratulating him on the show and handing him a towel. “Thanks.” Harry nodded before turning back to me. “So, how was the show?”

I was in no mood for small-talk. I grabbed onto the sleeve of his jacket, pulling him straight into the dressing room and locking the door. “it was that good?” Harry laughed, his breathing still slightly heavy. i shut him up with a desperate kiss, crashing our lips together harshly, and pushing him up against the door. Harry’s eyes fluttered shut instantly. My hands felt around his shoulders, pushing the jacket off of him to reveal his upper body. His naked torso glistening with sweat, his taught arms wrapping around me, my hands eventually finding his curls; we stayed like that for a moment, simply kissing.

I couldn’t wait any longer. My lips began to travel down his salty, sweat covered skin. From his jawline, to the crook of his neck, his shoulder blades, and eventually his chest. Harry moaned, resting his head back against the door, and looking down at me with hooded eyes. “What’s got you so- fuck- so eager?”

I couldn’t believe his smugness. “Seriously?” I looked up at him in between kisses. “You post that slutty photo online,” I bent my legs slightly, sliding down his body to kiss on his stomach, “right before the show,” I bit at his skin, causing him to jolt in surprise, “and you have the nerve to ask me what’s making me so eager?”

Harry’s chuckle was interrupted by my trembling fingers fiddling with his pants. I let them drop and pool at his ankles as I sunk to my knees to be at eye level with his crotch. The black briefs, the tan line, the Brazil tattoo. Finally.

A sharp pain in my scalp disrupted my trance. Harry’s fist had grabbed my hair and twisted it into a hold. “Did you forget who you’re talking to, little one? Hmm?”

I opened my mouth to respond but no words came out. Instead, a pathetic squeak. “no permission to touch, you call me ‘slutty,’ when you’re the one who can’t control herself.” He clicked his tongue disapprovingly, and shook his head. “Bad girl.”

My eyebrows furrowed, looking up at him through my lashes as I struggled to control the desperate pout of my lips.

“what do you say?” Harry sharply reminded me, as his tight grip on my hair pulled harder to raise my gaze towards his. “p-please?”

his free hand slapped me across the face, knocking the wind out of me.

“please what?”

“please sir?”

Harry smiled in satisfaction. “On your feet, c’mon.” His hand remained firmly in my hair as he got out of his pants, using it as a handle to pull me across the room. I winced and struggled to keep up with him as he got us to the couch.

he sat down on the couch, but, when I went to join him, he pulled me down to my knees. “You stay there. Didn’t say you could sit.”

“Sorry, sir.”

“You’ve been very impatient. Don’t think you deserve my cock…don’t whine. You know it’s true. But since I’m a nice person, I’m gonna take pity on you and let you cum, anyway.”

I failed to hide the smile that immediately formed on my face. “oh wipe that smile off y’face darlin.’ I’m not that nice. You wanna come so bad you’re gonna have to do it yourself. Ridin’ my thigh.”

I felt myself blush with excitement and embarrassment. Harry reached over and hiked up my dress, pulling my underwear harshly and shaking his head at the damp spot on the fabric. “What a whore.”

My eyes darted to the floor, unable to look at him. “c’mon, now. Let’s get this over with.” He patted his tattooed thigh.

I stood up, awkwardly straddling his leg and gasping softly at the contact between his skin and my wet folds. “Fuck.”

Harry’s finger quickly found my clit, rubbing it to the rhythm of my movements, and he had me moaning out his name in no time. “Does that feel good, honey?” He smiled. I nodded repeatedly, as if my moans weren’t enough of an indication.

“Use your words, darlin,’ let me hear you say it.”

“feels- so- good, sir.”

“good girl.” Harry grabbed my hands, wrapping them around his neck. “Hold on tight.” He whispered in my ear, bouncing his leg and upping the friction on my clit. “fuckkkk, sir, I- ahhhh- I’m gonna-“

“what is it, my love? Hmm?”

I wish I could say his condescension didn’t make things hotter, but I’d be lying if I did.

“May I- ah- may I please cum, sir?”

“tell me how much you want it, baby.”

I was too turned on to be embarrassed. “So, so much, sir. Please, sir, please.”

“Go on, sweet girl. Cum for me.”

the words were hardly out of his lips before I felt the wave crash through me, shaking me from head to toe as I screamed out his name.

my body fell limp against his, my face buried in the side of his neck as I trembled with the aftershocks of pleasure coursing through me. “thank you, sir” I mumbled, weakly, against his skin.

Harry kissed my forehead, cheek, and shoulders gently whispering “I love you.” In my ears.

[0nlythrowharrybeaux]

Hey :) this is a bit if a sensitive topic… but i got an idea for a request and i don’t know if you’d be willing to write it? I’ve been struggling with anorexia for a very long time and i’ve been thinking what if y/n was in the love band and she has an ed and body image issues and you know the outfit the band’s always wearing? For me personally, it’d be so triggering to wear because i know i’d feel so fat wearing it (don’t know why tbh)…Anyway, what if she hasn’t really told anyone about her struggle (maybe they saw signs but don’t know for sure) and she’d agreed to wear the outfit but then before a show she has a huge panic attack and Harry finds her crying backstage…

And also like i just want to say that there’s nothing wrong with being bigger and that "fat" is not a feeling but i just can’t help my brain 😣

Sorry for the long ask.. and I also hope you’ll feel better!!🙂

Hello friend! First off, thank you for sending this request and for trusting me and this online space to share your struggles. That can be really challenging, especially on the internet where you don't know how people will take things or react sometimes. Especially with eating disorders, there's so much guilt and shame that comes with this kind of mental illness to begin with and it can be a hard thing to admit to as well.

I will also share with you anon, that I've struggled with an ED for many years and was finally diagnosed with EDNOS in 2016. EDNOS stands for eating disorder not otherwise specified and you can receive that diagnosis for many reasons. I won't elaborate on my case in this post (I don't mind talking about it anymore so if ppl have questions you can ask), but anyway.... all this to say that I totally understand your struggle. And lately, I've been struggling to not fall back into those harmful ways after some comments my mom made a few weeks ago. It's been a tough few weeks for me for many reasons. But anyway, thank you so much again, for sending this request. Writing this is definitely going to be cathartic and therapeutic for me as well and I hope that it is for you too and anyone who struggles this way.

LAST THING! If you or anyone you know struggles with an eating disorder or shows concerning disordered eating patterns, please consider getting help. Some resources are linked HERE including helpline contact info.

And of course, the content below can be triggering for people who struggle with any E.D.

This was quite literally your dream come to life. You had been asked by Harry himself to join the Love Band in Ny-Oh's place for the final leg of Love On Tour. This all seemed insane and unreal as you thought about how you'd just met him around 2018. You'd been brought in as a session musician for Harry's last 2 albums and started a nice little friendship with him. But you didn't know that he considered you enough of a friend to ask you to join his live ensemble. Sure, you talked regularly enough and had graduated into hugs over fist bumps during the making of Harry's House, but still...it just seemed so insane. You were excited though, getting to see him perform every night knowing how hard he worked to make this music...it was like a full circle moment.

There'd been plenty you'd done in preparation for your travels. Including getting your measurements taken for the little love minion jumpsuits you'd be wearing every night. None of that really seemed to trigger you or your concerns over your weight and body image. You'd been doing so well, you'd been managing your eating disorder well the last few years without any major setbacks and you were proud that you were healthy enough to do this. Proud that you felt comfortable accepting this gig and knowing that you had the stamina and health to make it through the entire leg of the tour. It was huge! But none of that really seemed to matter when you got a look at your uniform hung up just a few inches away from you and felt this sudden rush of anxiety crawling through your body. Why did it look like it'd be so tight on you? The material obviously wasn't too stretchy so how was this supposed to fit on you? You weren't exactly sure what about the look of it suddenly had you feeling this way, but all you knew was that you didn't feel good about it.

The logical part of your brain reminded you that you got fitted for this - it was custom made to your measurements. And you tried to keep that in mind, but you soon realized that you had been fitted for this about four months ago. Maybe you'd gained tons of weight? Your days of obsessively weighing yourself were past you, so you had no idea if you had or hadn't. You had body dysmorphia so your mind wouldn't know the difference. And it was maddening to you that you had been feeling OK about yourself until you'd entered the little temporary changing room and saw the outfit on the hanger. Your heart started to beat a bit faster as your anxiety started to grow.

"30 minutes to show time!" you heard someone call as they walked down the corridor and then they shouted the same warning into the large dressing room a few of you shared and you just exhaled sharply and decided so just ignore this feeling and suck it up. If you didn't wear this what would you wear? You had no choice, you just had to get over it.

However, now that something about this outfit had triggered the obsessive and intrusive thoughts about your body image you started to feel uncomfortable looking at your reflection. You tried to avoid looking at yourself right now because you knew that you'd see things that weren't accurate. You tried to slow down your breathing as you turned away from the mirror in there and folded up your clothes before turning back around and looking at the outfit once again before taking it off the hanger. It felt suspenseful to undo all of the little buttons lining the seam to join the two sides together. But soon you were pulling it off the hanger and getting your legs into it and doing up the buttons, avoiding the mirror again until it was fully on so that you wouldn't freak out before you fully were dressed. Of course, you had no issues with getting it on, it felt just fine, a little loose if anything. But when you looked up the feeling of the fit didn't really matter. You had no idea if it was the cinched in waist that felt restrictive even if you had some wiggle room. Or maybe it was the way the fabric bulged a bit at your stomach and made you feel like you were carrying a lot more weight there than you realized before? But as you turned to the side to see how you looked from that angle your frown deepened as your fears rose tot he surface. It looked a little big on you and that somehow made you feel even worse because it wasn't like flattering/comfy baggy. This outfit somehow accentuated just how thin you actually were and then a new fear came into your brain: They're going to know I'm anorexic.

You felt that you did well enough to keep your eating disorder speculations at bay. People closest to you knew, but you were very private about it because like any illness, there is sometimes an element of shame involved. It wasn't something you advertised, especially as you recovered! But most people just knew you were into health and wellness, but they didn't know the dark side of it; that you struggled with obsessing over quantities and ingredients and portions because you were terrified to look bigger than you were, terrified to gain weight, terrified of feeling fat. You couldn't tell anyone why you felt that way, but you just did! And sure, you were a lot better now than you were years ago, but you had just been massively triggered that you looked sickly and that, that would arise suspicions of your health. The fans might start to say things and ask questions and if they noticed other people would too...the crew, the rest of the band...Harry...

As you stared at yourself for a bit more your eyes started to tear up and you silently fanned at your eyes to try and dissipate the tears, but your vision was only getting more and more blurry. You just needed some fresh air to calm down. You peeked out and saw that you were alone in the dressing room so you rushed out before anyone could stop you and you headed out back behind the stage. They were in the middle of changing the setup after the openers so the crew and roadies were closer to the structure helping change things out and unloading. You had the space and privacy to pace around and let your tears fall. But the audience was so loud...there would be so many people and they would look at you and see you in this outfit and just know that something was wrong with you. Obviously they would be scrutinizing you since you were the new person! And suddenly everything just built up inside of you and you started to panic.

You found a place to sit down when you felt your breathing catch in your throat. This couldn't be happening.... you were just minutes before the show! But you were hyperventilating now as your tears cascaded down your cheeks. You felt like you were going to crumble apart. This was a huge mistake... you should've said no...you weren't ready for this. There was no way you could do this. You were sat off to the side as you sobbed and tried everything you could to calm down and get through this panic attack so you didn't notice Harry's car pulling up across from you until you heard the stadium cheering loudly and when you glanced up you saw Harry wave quickly before he headed backstage. You didn't want anyone to see you like this so you stood up and went to hide behind one of the trailers, but you didn't notice that he'd seen you rush off.

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"Y/N!" Harry called after you but you didn't seem to hear him and he frowned a bit. He could've sworn you were crying...maybe you just got really nervous or maybe it just hit you now that you were on tour. It could be exciting but nerve-racking. So he decided to just check on you and maybe give you a little pep-talk. "Hey, I'll be right in, just gonna make sure she's OK." Harry said to Tommy and Brad.

"I've got it, H. You should really go get changed. You're on in 15." Tommy advised.

"It'll be quick. I'm sure she's just a little nervous." Harry said and they sighed as he jogged off to where you'd taken off. When he rounded the corner to where the trailers were he immediately frowned when he saw you gasping for air, choking on your tears as you sobbed uncontrollably. "Y/N, oh my god." he said as he hurried over to you.

You felt mortified as he rushed up to you and reached for your hands. You started to cry harder because this was so fucked up. You felt so stupid and ridiculous for crying over an outfit, but you just felt so awful. Worse than you had in a long time and it was scary to be triggered so intensely. When he wrapped you up in a big hug you started to calm down. His voice and touch and scent helped to ground you a bit, enough to help you breathe properly.

"What's the matter?" he asked you softly as you continued crying. You cough as you tried to answer him and he gently rubbed your back to help you out a bit.

"S'fine. I'm fine." you choked out and he sighed.

"How can I help if I don't know what the issue is?" he asked you and you sighed.

"You can't help Harry, this is me. This all me and I...I don't think I can do the show." you finally said and he pulled back with a big frown as he looked at you. You couldn't bear to see his disappointment for more than a second before you looked back at the ground.

"What do you mean? Are you nervous?" he asked you as he rubbed at your arms with his ring clad hands and you sighed.

"I-it's the outfit. I can't wear this outfit. Like...I'm not...able to wear this." you said to him and he looked a bit confused.

"Is something wrong with it?"

"Yes! I...don't know w-what it is..." you gasped through your sobs, "But I just...don't like how I look or feel in it." you explained.

"Love, you look great!" he said with a small smile and that made you feel worse because it was a testament to just how insane you actually were, "And well, I'm not really sure we can change the uniform at this point-"

"Exactly, this is my issue! So I can't go up there." you cried.

"Well what's the issue you're having? Maybe there's something we can do about it right now?" he asked and you bit your lip for a moment before looking into his eyes and then just turning your gaze away from him. You couldn't bear to see his face when you said this to him.

"I...I have an eating disorder." you said softly through your tears, "And something about this outfit has triggered me into this psychotic episode. I feel...really awful physically and in my head too...and I'm trying... I'm trying to get it together but I haven't felt like this in years and just one look at me in this and everyone's gonna know something's wrong with me because I look sick!" you sobbed, "And that's why I can't do this. I'm so sorry, Harry. I just can't do the show." you blubbered and his hands slid down your arms and grabbed your hands.

"I'm so sorry." he said softly and you sighed.

"It's not your fault...how were you supposed to know that this would trigger me? I didn't even know until I was staring at the fucking thing." you shook your head as you looked up at him again and he sighed.

"I mean, yeah but like I... I noticed stuff before, like when we first met that made me wonder if...maybe you were anorexic or struggled with something like this. So I'm sorry that I never checked on you." he said and you sighed.

"Well, it't not really something I like to talk about." you explained through a sniffle, "And I've been doing really well the last couple years, I swear I'm like eating regularly and stuff. I wouldn't have agreed to do this if I wasn't well enough to do it." you said quickly, "But something happened back there and for my own wellbeing I just feel like I can't go out there like this." you explained through your tears. "Like...at first I thought I looked fat or maybe the cinching made me feel really restricted....but like I had this...moment where when I looked at myself f-from the side I just...looked like a fucking Tim Burton character...." you chuckled through your tears, "and I just...know that people will notice that I'm anorexic. And the audience is gonna see and start saying things about me... and things are just going to get worse and I'm gonna lose control again! And I don't want to lose control again. I can't lose control again." you vented through your tears and he just listened attentively with a slight frown. When he saw you were finished he squeezed your hands gently.

"I get that. And I also want you to be healthy and feel healthy and to feel good about yourself." he assured you, "You being safe and healthy and happy, that's all I want for you! But you're also a fucking brilliant musician and friend and I don't want to do this without you." he said to you and you sniffled, "I'm willing to figure something out to make sure that you feel comfortable and confident enough to perform if you want. We can get with Harry real quick and see what we can come up with." he suggested.

"The show starts in a little bit...it's fine. We can work on it tomorrow. I can perform from backstage today or even just sit this one out." you said and he scoffed through a laugh.

"I'm not gonna make you perform from backstage! We're just gonna run a bit late, that's fine." he said to you and you shook your head.

"Seriously H, I don't mind it a-"

"Seriously, Y/N." He cut you off, "I don't want to hide any member of my team, ever. I want to work with you to figure this out, OK? You mean a lot to me, and having you up there with me and Mitch, like that's so huge! You've been there for a lot of the work on these songs...you brought my vision to life in the studio and now you're here, getting to see it play out! And you do not have my permission to experience this magnificent and magical moment for the first time from behind the stage, all alone. There's no fucking way." he said and you chuckled softly through your tears as he squeezed your hands reassuringly again. "You deserve this. Let's figure this out." he offered again and you sniffled and nodded.

"OK." you agreed softly and he smiled.

"Yeah?"

"Yes." you sniffled and smiled at him before he hugged you tight and you relaxed in his embrace.

"Perfect. Just gonna hold you for a bit, OK?" he said and you just hummed.

Your eating disorder had robbed you of tons of incredible experiences in your life. Either because you weren't well enough to show up or because you felt ashamed...but the buck stopped here. Not anymore. Harry was right, you deserved this and you wanted this, so you were gonna do it with his help and other Harry's help. After a few moments he let go of you and pulled back to wipe away the slightly smeared makeup beneath your eyes.

"If you don't mind not saying anything to Harry about why I-"

"Of course not." He said right away.

"Do you think the band'll mind that I might not be in the uniform?"

"I doubt it, but if someone has any issues I'll take care of it, OK?" he assured you and you nodded.

"Thank you, H."

"Course, love." He smiled kindly, "And I know that for now we might scramble a bit but what if we get you a tour shirt or sweater to wear on top and you can just tie the jumpsuit sleeves around you or something so that you just have the pants on?" he suggested.

"Yeah, I think that's good. I can't very well go out in my spandex shorts, that’s what I came in." you giggled and he chuckled.

"Yeah, sorry not happening. This is kind of about me so...." he joked and you laughed softly, "There she is." he said, his thumb swiped over your smile line for a moment before he pulled it away, "Sorry." he said softly.

"It's alright." you assured him and he smiled.

"Let's get this figured out then." he said and you nodded and headed back.

Of course, Harry had been right about not wanting you to miss the first show because you were hiding backstage. It had been one the best experiences of your life so far. The crowd were so loud and happy to be there. Hearing everyone sing the songs with you all, specially getting to sing Matilda and seeing how much it meant to everyone was amazing. It had been absolutely magical, you had even teared up. And when Harry spared you a glance at the end of the song and saw you wiping a tear he shot you a thumbs up and you returned the gesture. You guys started to wave at the fans at the barricade as you headed back to the main stage. You felt someone come up behind you and then Harry's arm draped over your shoulder.

"Alright, love?" he asked against your ear.

"Yeah, you were right though." you said to him, "I'm glad I'm not stuck in the back and missing this." you smiled up at him and he smiled.

"Me too." he assured you.

Of course, hundreds of fans had recorded this little interaction between the two of you and the only thing that people were obsessing over was how protective and soft Harry seemed to be with you and in turn it made the fans even more gentle towards you during the next shows. With each show the cheering for your introduction grew louder. By now you had talked to the other Harry and the band about what you were struggling with and they were all so kind and supportive. And now, each night when you were introduced you had that incredible support from the audience as well. No one was paying attention to your flaws or your issues or your body, they were just showing you the love and acceptance that you so often failed to give to yourself. Being built up that way gave you a new motivation to stay on track, to take care of yourself, and to keep getting better.

[avalentina]

Valentine 🧸

A/N: Warnings- pure fluff, some mentions of sex (nothing super explicit), swearing

Text Key-

Harry commenting on your Instagram live

Fans commenting on the live

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"Hey Valentines! Missed y'all so so so, so much! Sorry I was off the grid, but when a certain someone in my life calls I go running without a second thought. But, I'm back now, and with a SUPER special surprise for y'all. You're never gonna believe it, I'm joining one of my favorite artist's world tour! You might've heard of him, or maybe you've heard one of his songs, he has sooooooo many good ones after all."

You say into your Instagram live and watch as the comments pour in. Your fans almost demanding you stop teasing them and just spit it out, but you can't do that quite yet.

"You should probably stay, probably stay a couple more days, c'mon let me change your ticket home." You sing into the live, they start spamming the chat with Niall, Louis, and Zayn, but not enough of the guy you want to see.

"Who's that shadow holding me hostage, I've been here for days, who's this whisper telling me that I'm never gonna get away."

They riot chanting Niall because you and Niall are actually good friends. And he is going on tour soon for his new album "The Show". But you're still laughing and someone else is supposed to make a background appearance in your video after making a few comments to see if the fans catch it.

"But if you like causing trouble up in hotel rooms, and if you like having secret little rendezvous, if you like to do the things you know that we shouldn't do, then baby I'm perfect, baby I'm perfect for you."

Harry pops in the comments as you get into the chorus.

"And if you like midnight driving with the windows down and if you like going places we can't even pronounce" you sing

Harry has his first comment typed. And once you start singing it, he posts it.

" If you like to do whatever you've been dreaming about then baby you're perfect, baby you're perfect"

"So let's start right now"

"Yo, was that Harry Styles commenting?"

"OMG IS Y/N JOINING LOT?"

The comment section continues to blow up, and even through Harry sucks at Instagram, you walked him through how to request access to a live.

"So, are you ready for your surprise yet?" You add, smiling cheekily. "He's about to go live with us, Valentines give a huge warm welcome to the Master of Fruits himself," you say, but still haven't gotten Harry's request to join. "Hold on, I'm sure he's just failing at Instagram again," you say to your fans and hit the mute button.

"H!" You holler back to your shared bedroom in his NYC apartment.

You unmute and laugh.

"Harry just texted me Valentines, he is complaining about Instagram not liking him again, Said he can't find the request button. I know, I know, weird right?"

So you mute and go black screen for a minute to "call him back"

You set him up and approve the request so he joins in, but in order to do that, you're the one holding his phone when the video feed pops up for everyone to see. And you hand it back to H.

When you turn your screen back on, the comments have blown up! Like big time!

"HOLY SHIT, ARE Y/N AND HARRY DATING?"

"THEY'RE SLEEPING TOGETHER OMG!"

"MY CELEBRITY SHIP WISH HAS COME TRUE! FINALLY!"

"FUCKING FINALLY!"

You laugh at your own moment of stupidity, and then say screw it. Harry turns his phone off and the two of you give smug smiles to your fans.

"Oops. Well I guess we fucked up that one H." You say to your phone.

Harry can't help but kiss you as you giggle and you push him away playfully.

"SO! We're getting serious again, that was not your super surprise, but I'm sure you enjoyed, and yes we are dating, we have been for almost three years now. BUT, the SUPER DUPER AWESOME SPECIAL SURPRISE IS I'M JOINING HARRY'S LOVE ON TOUR! He got so desperate, he missed me soooo much, that he actually begged and annoyed me about it until I caved."

"Ey, it was a little bit more dignified than that Val."

"Awwwww, he calls her Val!"

"Lawd, why are you two so cute?"

"I want that, I want that relationship right there."

"Y'all are so sweet! And you can catch more of us together during LOT EUROPE!"

"Bye for now Valentines!"

You end the live and Harry just laughs, so are you.

Your laughing quickly turns heated as Harry rolls on top of you and pins you beneath him. Which leads to hot morning sex, after which you glance at your phone.

"H, we're already trending. #VALENTSTYLES"

(A few weeks later)

"Y/N Valentino and Harry Styles: Inseparable OnStage, and Off"

The headline flew and shows were sold out almost immediately, and the best part, you and Harry are free to be out and about together.

(Valentine's Day)

"Oh Valentine!" Harry croons as he wakes you up.

"Are you ever going to be done using that joke?" You ask him, already knowing his answer, (no). You chuck a pillow at him in retaliation but he just catches it.

"Is there anything you can't do?" You ask him just before pulling his lips to yours in a soft warm kiss.

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North American you’re home🐇🐇🐇

Thank you for all your support 💐

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Fluff, little stressy bits

Love on tour is in the last four months of shows.

You had been by Harry’s side every step of the way. Through cancelling shows due to the pandemic to seeing him come alive at Coachella to seeing him cry tears of joy at Maddison Square. You’d been there for all of it highs and lows, ups and downs.

You’d been there for each other marrying in a tiny ceremony in 2020 with only the nearest and dearest present, to carrying your first pregnancy whilst on the road with Harry, to giving birth in a foreign country just to be whisked off to the next stop mere days later separated from your husband due to your inability to fly with a newborn. The final straw was being halfway through your second pregnancy and still being on the road with Harry.

Everything had piled up over the last couple of years. You were ready for a break. Despite your undying love for your husband you needed a break. Deep down you knew Harry did too and you knew he knew this.

Being on the road 24/7 was not the life you wanted for your babies nor was it the life that Harry had envisioned for them but your first positive pregnancy test had appeared a little sooner than expected after stopping your birth control. But both you and Harry were firm believers in taking what ever the world was to throw at your in your stride, which is what you did. A short nine months later your little boy was brought into the world with his Daddy at your side each step of the way.

You could never argue that Harry was an absent father and partner because in truth, he wasn’t. He was just busy providing for his family in a non conventional way and you couldn’t have been prouder of him. So when you told him you were pregnant again you couldn’t help but feel guilty, like you were taking a part of his career from him because you would need him more.

Harry had always reassured you ‘we’ll have a nice long break as a family after the tour’ then he would add more shows or book events or award shows or even acting gigs. You were getting frustrated and your growing belly was not helping the situation.

So when you had gotten your son settled for the night after one of Harry’s shows you couldn’t help but curl up into a ball in the hotel room bed fighting off your own tears and sleep as your husband was showering the night off.

You felt the edge of the bed dip as Harry snuggled up to your wrapping an arm around you running his hand over your belly before placing a chaste kiss to your shoulder “y’wake pet?” He whispers softly to which you nod the tiniest bit “y’ok?” He asks placing another kiss to your shoulder. You simply nod closing your eyes not wanting to have this conversation with Harry now.

You sigh rolling over snuggling closer to Harry his hand moving to rub circles into your lower back. You hum softly not realising how tense your back was. Harry places some soft kisses to your forehead and nose “I love you sweetheart, Y’know if you need to talk I’m here” he whispers causing you to smile a little “I love you too H, thank you” you look up at him before leaning across placing your lips onto his. For a long time even before you knew Harry, you’d struggled with opening up about your emotions in fear that it would mean you’d lose everything but Harry had always been incredibly patient with you, never pushed and was always supportive if you needed time.

Harry tries to pull you closer but your belly bumps his own causing him to chuckle lightly. You smile hearing the chuckle leave his lips. You hadn’t heard it much lately but it was still music to your ears. You eventually drift off in Harry’s arms him doing the same. You only stirred at around 6am the next morning when your son Greyson was babbling for his mummy.

You shuffle out of Harry’s arms and waddle to the cot lifting Greyson from it kissing his cheek “good morning sweet boy” you smile. You quickly change his nappy before placing him into bed next to his father while you went to the bathroom.

On your return you find Harry laying on his back, Greyson laying on his chest, covers up over them to keep the pair warm. "Morning" you whisper shuffling back to bed "M'sorry we woke you" you say softly crawling back in next to Harry. He glances up at you with a tired smile before shaking his head a little "No need to apologise pet, he's almost gone back to sleep".

You rest your head on your pillow just admiring the pair. You couldn't help bit sigh a little knowing in a mere 4 months time you and Harry would likely be overwhelmed with your second baby.

“C’mere” Harry whisper softly pulling you to his chest you ended up falling back to sleep on Harry for a couple of hours before being woken by your crying baby. You groan a little rolling onto your back sitting up picking Greyson up as you do so.

Pulling yourself from the bed to get Greyson something for breakfast must have woken Harry, because a mere two minutes later you were met with a husky voice moving it’s way toward you “why don’ y’ let me do breakfast and y’can shower?” Harry asks in his groggy state. You smirk a little “I stink now do I?” You ask he smirks wrapping his arms around you “not at all, but you deserve a nice long shower without being disturbed” Harry kisses down your neck and across your shoulder causing you to hum.

“Ok, thank you H” you turn in his hold kissing him softly he places his hands on your cheeks drawing you back in for another kiss “not long t’go m’love” Harry says hands moving to rub your belly you smile “still can’t believe we accidentally lined it up with the end of tour” you add wrapping your arms around Harry shoulders “umm about that, Jeff wants to add some more shows around Italy it’ll only add another month or two to tour”

You sigh softly dropping your hands to his chest “H we agreed it was time for a break, that’ll take us past my due date” he nods “I know, I know but I figured it wouldn’t hurt, we could spend the summer in Italy, I’m sure mum could stay longer to help out while I’m working…or we can get a nanny? I haven’t said yes or no yet I want us to talk about it”

You raise your brows at Harry, you had always agreed you’d be present enough to look after your children and not rely on someone else “we’re not getting a nanny Harry. I’ll think about it all?” You ask softly, Harry nods moving to kiss your forehead softly “go on jump in the shower babe, I’ll sort breakfast”.

You nod and head off to the bathroom. You were having the longest uninterrupted shower you'd had since your son had been born, which was soon interupted not by the litle boy but by his father sneaking into the shower behind you. "Breakfast was quick" you comment slowly turning to Harry "He went back to sleep before I could even finish cutting up his fruit".

You giggle smiling to yourself "Just like his Dad with his magic ability to fall asleep anywhere, must be tired, second time he’s gone back to sleep this morning" You say softly as Harry's hands come to rest on your hips, his fingers sporting chipped polish rubbing at your sides. "A'ya really mad about the shows?" he asks in a little voice that you very rarely heard out of your overly confident husband. You shake your head, brows creasing your hands moving to his cheeks.

"Never mad H..." you pause chewing at your bottom lip a little "I just wanted to spend the last few weeks of this pregnancy in our own home, with you and with Greyson before life gets even busier" Harry nods a little not knowing what to say "Don't get me wrong Harry I love being on the road with you and I couldn't be prouder of you if I tried, but I'm exhausted, you can try and hide it but I know you are too"

He sighs looking up at the ceiling before looking back at you with tears in his eyes. "I just don't want to dissapoint anyone" he says with a tremble in his voice. You shake your head "baby your not, you've given everything to this tour, all of the band and crew have, but it's time to go home, not just for us, for Mitch and Sarah, Pauli, Jeff, all of us. You’re allowed to take a break hunny" You reason now trying to hold your own tears back.

Harry looks at you tears brimming his waterline before letting out a chuckle "Ok" he starts "It's time to go home" he whispers smiling a little before pulling you into his chest. You hold each other as close as possible for as long as possible before Harry speaks again. "I don't know how you do it" he adds.

"Do what?" you ask running your hands through his now wet curls. "Know exactly what I'm feeling, M'so fuckin' tired" he mumbles. You couldn't help but giggle a little "I dunno, guess I can just see it sometimes, it's in your eyes" Harry doesn't say a word, just attaches his lips to your own silently telling you he loves you.

You stay snuggled in the shower a little while longer before you could hear Greysons cries coming from the bedroom. "I'll get him" you smile a little pecking Harry's lips and his cheek.

*****

Harry had made it to his last ever LOT goodnight speech. You weren’t sure if you were nervous for your husband, or if your constant need to wee was due to your baby using your bladder as a football.

The show was everything Harry could have hoped for, his family and friends were all here and Greyson had been an absolute dream the entire night going between you, his Grandma Anne and Aunty Gem all night. He even got down and had a little boogie during TPWK trying to copy his Daddy as he did the now world famous ‘boot scoot’.

The crowd had gone quiet as Harry began his speech. you soon found yourself chewing your bottom lip quite early on trying to contain your tears. Anne had wrapped an arm around you and her other around Gemma holding you both as close as possible. It wasn’t until Harry’s own voice broke when he looked towards where you were all standing and simple said “Thank you” that you just let the tears flow.

The crowd erupted in awes and in typical Harry style he made a joke about his emotional state causing it to then be filled with giggles, including one from yourself. You sniffle a little and wipe your eyes with your spare hand as Greyson snuggled his little head of dark hair into your neck. “Y’know sometimes I think if we were any prouder of him we would explode” you say glancing up at Anne who lets out a chuckle. “He was always meant to do amazing things, both my babies were. I often wonder what amazing things my grand babies will do if Harry’s done something as amazing as all this” she says moving her arm to wipe her own eyes.

****

You waited up with Harry after the show the entire band and crew winding down before bump out had to begin, congratulating each other hugs and hand shakes were flowing and a few drinks here and there, you stood back waiting for your husband wanting to give him the space he needed to say thank you to those who made the tour possible.

He soon made his way to his wife and now sleeping son. He smiles at you as he makes his way toward you the metallic fringe of his vest and trousers still attached to his frame. He leans down placing a soft kiss to Greysons hair doing his best not to wake him before his left hand comes to rest on your belly leaning down to peck it lightly, then coming up to your lip.

Harry kisses you with a similar amount of passion and love as he did on your wedding day when he eventually pulls away you sigh softly before opening your eyes “I’m so incredibly proud of you Harry, we all are” he simply smiles resting his forehead to yours “Thank you baby” he whispers holding you close to his chest.

Harry went back to mingling a little, Greyson now in his arms, he went around chatting to some of the crew and thanking then. You wait patiently with Harry’s family watching him make his rounds with your son in his arms, you couldn’t help but smile at how lucky you were to have such an amazing husband and son. Eventually Harry makes his way back to you planting a kiss to your temple.

Greyson had woken up and was playing with the fringe of his Daddy’s vest. “Y’up for a walk pet?” He asks softly. You look up at him and nod “of course H” he takes your hand with his spare one heading towards his dressing room getting himself changed before taking you both in the direction of the stage.

You smile listening and watching them interact, it was something you were really looking forward to more of. Once you make it out onto the stage with Harry he puts Greyson on his feet and holds his hand instead. You catch up with the pair sneaking your hand into Harry’s free one giving it a squeeze.

After a few minutes you glance up at Harry smiling a little. “Y’know, I’ve always admired you for doing this Harry, Greysons so lucky to have such an amazing Daddy” you say wrapping your arms around him.

He sniffles lightly placing a kiss to your hair “couldn’t do it without my wife” he smiles before letting go of Greysons hand the little boy crawling around playing with the pieces of feather boa that had blown up onto the stage. Harry pulls away from you a little and cups your cheeks in his hand “really m’love, mean it, there’s no way I could do any of this without you….thank you so so much” he whimpers tears streaming down his face again.

Harry’s emotions had caught up with him not just from this show but from the last two years. It wasn’t long before Greyson was fussing at your feet causing Harry to chuckle a little sniffling again. He leans down picking Greyson up resting him on his hip. “I’m sorry baby it’s well past your bedtime” Harry apologises to his son kissing his nose causing Greyson to squeal excitedly hiding his face in Harry’s neck, Harry breaks into that grin of overwhelming pride rubbing Greysons back, “I love you little man” he whispers kissing his forehead before turning his attention back to you.

“And I love you” he smiles kissing you softly. You giggle a little in his hold “I love you Harry, more and more everyday” you say softly causing Harry to smile. He rests his forehead to yours “let’s go home” he whispers, you smile and hum against “this is home H, you, Greyson and baby, that’s home” you say softly before leaning up to kiss Harry again.

Harry kisses back pulling you closer to his chest he eventually slowly pulls away when your little boy starts poking at his cheek causing Harry to chuckle “ok maybe we should get home and put this cheeky monkey to bed” you giggle leaning up to kiss Greysons cheek. Harry chuckles “good idea love”. He turns a little holding his hand out for you to take.

You intertwine your fingers with Harry and begin walking back inside towards the waiting cars, towards your future as a family, towards your home.

[mixedstyles]

As Long as You Are - Part 3.5

LINKS: Part 3, Social Media Blurb, Masterlist

Author’s Note: This is a little interlude of Auden and y/n reading the message and what she replies with. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to continue writing to make it a Part 4 but @ethereallyd suggested that it would work as a 3.5 (gotta shout out the homies)

Pronouns Used: She/Her (use of y/n)

POV: Third Person. 

Warnings: swearing, probably incorrect music terminology, mediocre use of punctuation. NOT PROOFREAD

Word Count: 1319

It took all of y/n’s willpower not to look at the message before they got to her apartment which was around a 20 minute subway ride away. Every time y/n would look at her friend Auden would shake her head as if to tell her “not yet” and to wait to open the message. By the time the two of them flew into y/n’s apartment they were out of breath and laughing at the ridiculousness of two college students racing down the street. 

“Open it! Open it!” Auden chanted as she collapsed onto the floor.

“Okay, okay. I’m doing it now.” y/n’s hands were slightly shaking either from the cardio she got sprinting to her apartment or her waiting hours for his response.

“Read it out loud, I don’t want to have to look over your shoulder.” Auden said.

“Okay, it starts:

“So, this is a long message and I also got distracted. Hopefully you didn’t think I left you on read. Anyway, your question about how I went about researching is fairly simple to explain. I went down a Google and Spotify rabbit-hole figuring out which artists have a similar sound to yours. Not in a “wow these are just carbon copies” because there was literally no one I could find who had the same sound. Which is a good thing by the way.

 “I listened to the whole There’s Always Glimmer album multiple times throughout my investigation. I think I might officially be classified as a ‘fanboy’. But I digress.

“I saw you had done some work with Ed Tullett (who was a brand new artist to me) and I looked up what his music was classified as. Google said “indie, indie folk, and experimental” and you’re a bit of everything there. So I did a little more digging about how the concept of “experimental” is classified and it’s basically defined as: ‘any music or music or music genre that pushes the existing boundaries and genre definitions-”

“Dude, is he quoting his sources?” Auden cut in.

“Uh, I actually think he is. Now be quiet.” y/n said before continuing to read the message aloud.

“Which I might have overlooked if you hadn’t sent me a recording of the work in progress-”

“Hold up,” Auden said as she pushed the phone away from her friend's face. “You let Harry Styles listen to your current work but not me?” she asked, offended.

“Would it help if I told you that-”

“No.” Auden said, cutting off y/n mid sentence, “you can’t use that one again. You already used it today.” Y/n gave a sheepish smile to her friend, shrugging. “I’m expecting you to play the recording for me after we finish with this, now continue reading.”

“And it wasn’t indie or folk or a mix of the two. It was completely different. You used a lot of sound distortion, synthesizers, and experimental instrumentals. I’m not really sure how to properly explain it because it was only 30 seconds, but even within There’s Always Glimmer you can hear the start to your experimentation with varying tones. And I truly think that it’s a kind of sound that I haven’t heard in a long time. I suppose the only other album that gives a similar vibe in terms of experimentation you’ve touched upon is the 1976 album Mother Earth’s Plantasia by Mort Garson. But even then there are drastic differences.”

“My God,” Auden cut in as y/n took a breath, “he wrote you a whole novel.” She explained, pointing to the phone.

“He’s clearly trying to explain.” Y/n defended.

“Explain what, y/n? It’s like he’s trying to meet a word count on a school paper.”

“Auden!” Y/n exclaimed.

“What? He could have written you maybe a paragraph, not a full thesis paper.”

“Hmm, I don’t have a rebuttal for that. But we’re almost finished.”

“As a closing statement to this long winded TEDTalk, I want to ask a question, which you can say no to. I’ll be in New York June 16 for a concert and I would love to sit in on your creative process and I’m up for staying a couple extra days in New York. Would you be up for that? Only if you’ll have me. I know this is fairly last minute. So no pressure.”

“Oh my gosh. Did Harry just…” Auden trailed off.

“I think he did,” y/n said, finishing her friend’s thought. Y/n turned towards Auden, the phone in her hand forgotten, neither of them moved as they stared at each other in bewilderment. “Does this mean I’ve made it?” Y/n said, breaking the silence that had settled over the studio apartment.

“Are you kidding me!” Auden grabbed the phone that had fallen out of y/n’s hand and pointed to the message, “Harry Styles just sent you like a 400 word essay describing your music, said he’s a fan. No, scratch that,” Auden cut herself off, “he said ‘fanboy’ and then asked if he could visit you in the studio. Yeah, I think you’ve made it.”

“I genuinely do not know what to do now.”

“Well I do.” Y/n looked back up at Auden and waited for her to continue, “it’s time for us to freak the fuck out. We’ve been way too casual throughout this whole… thing. I don’t even know what to call it. Plus, it’s New York City, no one will care if we scream.”

The two of them took a solid 20 minutes to get their fangirl-era excitement out of their systems before drafting a response to Harry. Auden insisted on acting cool and casual but y/n wanted to make sure that he knew she wasn’t just saying yes because of who he was. It took an additional 10 minutes for them to reach the final draft. 

The discussion came to an end when y/n said, “y’know that I’m the one he’s messaging, right?”

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Direct Message: harrystyles

oh my gosh, that was a long message but so thoughtful. thank you, truly. that meant a lot to me. especially coming from someone whose music i enjoy.  and yes, that would be awesome! i’m busy june 18th but i’m free the 19th and 20th.

Thank goodness, I was a bit worried that the massive message would come across as overwhelming. The 19th and 20th are perfect, just let me know what times work best for you. I’ll be on your time

you’d like to visit both days?

Oh, I’m so sorry, I misunderstood. Either one is fine.

no no no! no need for an apology. you’re more than welcome to come both days!

Awesome! I just don’t want to intrude or anything

not intruding! i’ll send you the address. you’ll also need to let me know when you get to the door because you need a keycard to get in on the weekends i typically arrive at the studio on sunday’s around 5-ish pm and then stay fairly late so feel free to drop by anytime after 5! and i teach on monday’s from 12-1:30 and then my friend and i typically grab lunch after. so maybe around 2:30 on monday?

Yeah, that sounds great! I’m excited to see the studio

oh, one other thing. i don’t mean to offend or anything but is it okay if i bring my best friend, auden? she’s normally with me anyway

No offense taken. And of course you can! I was planning on bringing Mitch too The besties can meet

oh no mitch is going to be there?

… yes? Would you rather him not?

i’m going to be honest, i’m a little more intimidated by him than you

Now that’s offensive

i’m sorry 😭 his musical talent is just incredibly impressive 

I’ve known him for years and I get it

that literally doesn’t help at all now i’m even more nervous

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fevereiro... alegria!

[youflowerr-youfeast]

Hello beautiful people. 🩷

I cannot apologise enough for how absent I’ve been - I just haven’t been in a great headspace for a little while now.

BUT!

I have been trying my best to dip my toe back into writing and being a bit more creative with my brain and I’m so so so excited to announce that I’m going to start writing and posting a fic idea that I’ve come up with on both Tumblr, Wattpad and maybe patreon depending on how it goes.

So, I present to you Buttercup (coming soon). 💛

Famous Harry

Childhood best friends

Queer representation in a main character 🩷

“Are you ever going to stop calling me that?” I asked with a playful eye roll as I exhaled out the musty cigarette smoke I had just consumed.

Harry shook his head fervently at me with a fond, dimpled grin, “You’ll always be my buttercup, Luce.”

In Lucy Carter’s life, pain had woven a familiar thread – from her father's departure at 13, her mother's reliance on cheap wine to cope, to even trying to navigate her identity as a young queer woman. Yet, one constant remained: the forever confusing feelings she had for her childhood best friend turned worldwide pop star, Harry Styles.

I kind of wanted to present it to you guys first and get your thoughts and feelings on it to see if it would be something you would be genuinely interested in reading. Xx

[hesrockstar]

please, like/reblog if you save!

[0nlythrowharrybeaux]

A CONCEPT

You know how fans ask Harry to do their gender reveals? What if you’re pregnant with his baby. And like you’ve both managed to keep it out of the press by some miracle and like it’s to the point where now you know you’re having a baby girl and so when he does a gender reveal and it’s a girl he ends up being just a little more excited for those fans than when it’s a boy because it reminds him of you and your bump and makes him feel really excited about his baby girl with you? 🥹🩷

[avalentina]

Harry Styles Masterlist!

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❤️‍🔥 SMUT ❤️‍🔥

🧸 FLUFF 🧸

🎬 ANGST 🎬

🧨 HEADCANNON 🧨

☔ TEAR-JERKER ☔

PLEASE SEND ME YOUR HARRY STYLES REQUESTS! I WOULD ABSOLUTELY LOVE TO WRITE SOMETHING FOR YOU! 🥰😃😜 (I'm not about to shy away from the fun stuff now!!!😝)

The Wrong Stick 🧸 - you attempt to give Harry a present, but it gets a little confusing when you give him the wrong one. (Allusions to sex, alcohol use, drug use, and lots of swearing) 850 words!

The Shower Incident ❤️‍🔥🧸 - a lazy day with Harry turns steamy when he catches you dancing to his songs in the shower. (SMUT, bit of a breeding kink) 450 words!

A Family That Just Can't Be ☔ - in which Harry and Y/N are in a relationship, trying for a family when they get some sad and unexpected news. 596 words

The Gift 🧸 - kind of part 2 to A Family That Just Can't Be, in which Harry convinces you it's worth it to try IVF. 451 words

Valentine 🧸 - in which singer!reader announces she's joining LOT via Instagram Live, and boyfriend!harry fails at Instagram (AGAIN)! 895 Words

Satellite: A Harry Styles Song Fic 🧸❤️‍🔥🎬 - In which Harry and Y/N fall in love again after a chance encounter brings them back together. -check out the sneaky! 27,854 Words

Inspiration Post?

S.S.I.B.H.S.S {Short Stories Inspired By Harry Styles (and One Direction) Songs} In which I tell little mini Harry Styles and You stories. Range from 200 - 2,000 words

SEND IN YOUR FAVORITE SONG AND THE NAME OF YOUR CHARACTER!

Sign of the Times 🎬☔ - Harry Styles x Ava 😍 (Teehee) @avalentina 483 Words

Something I've Been Waiting For ☔ - Eddie (HS) x You 303 Words

WHO'S NEXT?

Still Not Over It 🧸❤️‍🔥☔ - in which love on tour has ended and you're still not over it (also includes a few rambles from yours truly) 307 Words

The Kindest Team Guy (TKTG) 🧸❤️‍🔥🎬☔ - in which NavySeal!Harry falls for MilitaryBratHacker!Y/N who just needs him for his military id, until she starts catching feelings too

Part 1

Teaser!

The Princess's Lover (TPL) 🧸❤️‍🔥☔ - in which Noble!Harry is courting with Virgin!Princess!Y/N, a sweet and cute coming of age tale.

Zero: Enchanted (The Prequel)

[cacofineart]

Aussies and Kiwis you’re Home!!

What an amazing leg of the tour, Harry was so happy and carefree. I loved it!!🥝🍌🤩😘🐇🫶

Thank You!✨

[grapejuicrry]

harry styles as strawberry shortcake characters bc duh 🍓🍰

[unfioreapezzi]

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