#bf!harry styles

[chaoticloving]

idk if you write smut so if you’re uncomfortable totally ignore this!!! but!!! imagine y/n and recently fiance!harry and him fingering you with his ring finger talking abt marriage and shit 🫣🫣

future husband

Harry styles x reader (masterlist)

summary: Harry proposes and it leads to sex

warnings: smut

a/n: IM SORRY THIS TOOK TOO LONG I JUST NEEDED TO BE IN THE RIGHT MOOD TO WRITE SMUT AND THEN TUMBLR DIDNT PUT IT IN THE TAGS AHHH

Harry's ring obsession started when he was in his early twenties.

He rarely wore any type of a jewelry or anything flamboyant when he was younger. He painted his nails on occasion, something to relax himself with or whenever Y/n was doing hers, but nothing too grand.

But a simple silver chain given by his one and only changed that.

He started getting a little more into jewelry, necklaces, earrings, and his favorite, rings. He liked the intricate designs that rings ment; they could be loud and a stable piece, or they could be a subtle addition to the outfit.

They could also symbolize love.

After dating Y/n for three months, he knew he was certain that he wanted to stay forever with her, he just didn't allow himself to think of marriage this early into a relationship--at least not until his mother asked when he was going to propose after meeting her around their six-moth anniversary.

Finally though, after just under two years, he popped the question. He got a beautiful engagement ring, a band with beautiful engravings throughout, and of course, a huge fucking rock.

"Harry." Y/n sniffled, seeing Harry on his knee, ring in hand. "Of course, yes!"

A lovely proposal in a quiet and quant cottage away from civilization was perfect and exactly what they needed, not only for their privacy but for the ability to have sex in the middle of the woods. Harry bought this property not too long ago and waited for the right moment to take Y/n there, a proposal seemed like the best time.

The kissing of course led to more, how could it not? Harry was always a passionate lover, always eager to please, so it was honestly no surprise when the soft kiss turned more sensual.

"Fuck, I'm so glad you finally asked." Y/n mumbled softly as their lips kept touching, coming back for more. "Can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you as my husband."

Harry moved onto her neck, biting softly as he went down. "It's all I've ever wanted." He groaned as Y/n's hand trailed down to his pants, she teased him slightly, earning a moan from him. "And to please you again. Lay down."

Y/n made herself comfortable on the blue and white picnic blanket. Harry moved the basket and wine bottles out of the way. He pulled flipped her dress up, revealing her lacy set on panties.

"Planning to seduce me today?" He asked with a raised brow.

"I had a hunch you might be asking me to marry you." She shrugged her shoulders, biting her lip to hide, poorly, a cheeky smile.

"How?" Harry gasped, his fingers tracing the band of her underwear. "It was top secret!"

"Oh come on, H." She giggled, her hand coming up to stroke his cheek. "You take me on a surprise getaway, no one around, to a cottage that is darling... It's the most romantic thing you have ever done."

Harry blushed. The midday sun gleaming perfectly on his skin, twinkling his green eyes and highlighting the freckles that scattered his slightly tanned skin. Y/n couldn't help but feel so lucky. This beautiful man, inside and out, is now her fiancé; she started to tear up, which, of course, caused Harry to tear up as well.

"No don't start baby." She told him. "We need to focus so we can have sex. No tears now."

She wiped her tears then Harry's. "You started it." He mumbled, smiling as he finally pulled her panties down. "We just love each other too much."

"I guess so-" Y/n gasped as Harry entered a figure into her. The familiar feeling was welcomed as the subtle feeling of pleasure began to buble up inside of her. "Fuck that feels so good."

Harry was leaning half on and half off of her, his right hand fingering. her while his other held him up so he could kiss by her ear.

"Don't get one of your rings stuck in me." She warned, looking sternly at her love. Harry shook his head and kissed her softly.

"I would never."

Harry had on a simple band, one similar to the new one adorned on Y/n's finger. He figured while he was buying the engagement ring he could buy a matching one for himself.

"I can't wait to marry you." He spoke softly, creating a new hickey just under her ear lobe. "Gonna wanna fuck you again when I see you in that dress, don't know if I could wait till the honeymoon."

He added a finger, adding to the pleasure.

"And seeing you with that ring...It's going to be as sexy as your lingerie. Just knowing you're mine and I'm the only one that can ever see you like this."

"Fuck, H. Gonna come."

"I'm the only one who will get to see my wife like this. And everyone will know I can only to this do you...I'm the only one capable." Harry's words were possessive yet reassuring, the constant validation that he was the only one for her pushed her over the edge, leaving a gasp from her mouth.

"Har I need you inside." She yanked him fully on-top of her, unbuttoning his pants and pulling them down after Harry quickly pulled his fingers out of her, but not before a little taste.

He helped her strip himself, knowing she is just as possessive as him but just doesn't always vocalize it, but her actions speak louder than her lack of words.

Harry entered Y/n, the euphoric feeling washing over him as he let out a loud moan, mentally thanking himself for buying the isolated land. "Feel so good."

"You stretch me out so much." She gasped. "My future husband."

Harry thrusted, a reflex from her words in her sexy, faint, voice. "Don't say that or else I'm going to come in less then a minute." He paused, staring into his loves eyes. "Want to impress my future wife."

"You impress me every day. Every time I see you I have something new I love about you." Y/n leaned in a kissed him, it was mainly teeth, but still perfect nonetheless. "Today it's your cock."

Harry stopped thrusting briefly. "You mean it hasn't impressed your before today?"

"It's the first time I've been impress by my fiancé's cock, I was already impressed when he was my boyfriend." She assured. Harry rolled his eyes and got back to thrusting, moving his ring finger down to her core and rubbing soft circles on her clit, making her jolt slightly.

"I'm gonna cum again, H."

"Me too."

They both moaned as they climaxed at the same time. Harry collapsed onto Y/n's chest, arms exhausted from keeping himself up. They stayed like that for no more then five minutes, Harry's cock softening inside of her as they relaxed.

"I can't believe you're going to be my wife." Harry thought out loud. "Never thought I'd work up the courage."

"Why? You knew I'd say yes."

"I dunno, just all the what-if's got inside my head. You know how that is." Harry mumbled, nuzzling his face into the side of her neck. He kissed over her blooming hickeys too, soft contrast between his sexual and romantic desire for her.

"Well your next biggest concern is finding were to go for our honeymoon." Y/n said. "Might have to go all over."

"I'll pay for every penny of it."

"Most defiantly. You know I have expensive taste." Y/n joked. "The wedding is going to cost half a fortune on its own."

Harry smiled, kissing her cheek then her lips. "I'd spend all the money in the world to make you happy. I'd go broke to see you smile."

"Stop, you're going to make me cry again." She whispered, tears starting to form.

"I'll just kiss them away, my love." He sighed. "It's my job as your future husband."

[lilystyles]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY SWEET BOY!!!!!

it's february first here in australia!!! i love you sm mr harry styles!! officially my 30 year old babygirl. <3333

[harry-styles-obsessed]

Hii loves this post/ imagine is a thank you to you all for 258 followers!!! I freaking adore each and every one of you and never thought I’d ever get here before!! I fucking love you all!!!! Found this photo on Pinterest for INSPO! (I am getting through requests little by little. Thank you for the patience!!)

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Harry was laid on the couch, staring at the tv knuckles keeping his head propped up as he watched the screen. You were laid just to the side of him your eyes remaining on your handsome boyfriend.

“What?” He murmured to you quietly soon catching you staring at him “what?” You asked back and he smiled slender fingers rubbing against his cheek “you’re looking at me, pretty.” He murmured with a small grin and you rolled your eyes playfully “you’re looking too good to not look at you.” You murmured happily and he chuckled softly before shaking his head, reaching his hand out to you and grabbing onto your hand. You were both tired, voices lazy and gentle as you both gazed at each other with a lot of love before you both focused on the tv again.

About 30 minutes had passed and Harry started hearing a slight sound coming from you, and he turned his head to look at you seeing you fast asleep lightly snoring. His smile slowly grew as he stared before letting out a soft chuckle “babyyy..” he whined playfully “you said you wanted to watch this with me… of course you fall asleep.” He rolled his eyes playfully as he began stroking his fingers through your hair delicately. He looked at you with such love. His fingers stroked along your cheek softly as you nuzzled into his touch and he smiled keeping his eyes on you not moving just delicately caressing his fingertips over your skin.

Eventually however the credits were rolling and he knew you both had a busy day tomorrow so it was best to sleep. He slowly got up from the coach, stretching slightly as his hands fumbled with his hair for a few moments before he walked closer to you gently wrapping his arms underneath you, gently hiking you up into his embrace as he held you bridal style slowly walking you into yours and his shared bedroom. He slowly laid you down on the bed, gently making sure your entire body was down on the mattress before slowly pulling his hands out from underneath you before he grabbed your favourite blanket he had got you for Christmas which— funnily enough, was a blanket of all collages of you and him for when he went on tour and he wasn’t there. It became a great help for when you were clingy.

He didn’t mind your clingy ness. He found it rather cute actually. He gently covered you with the blanket before pulling the thicker duvet over you, tucking you in so you were nice and warm, purposely tucking your entire body and all around your feet knowing you liked to be snug as a bug when going to sleep. Something about how you didn’t want “ghosts” to touch your feet… now he wasn’t a believer in much but…. He couldn’t change your views on whether ghosts would come and tickle your feet or not. But really he knew he would be the only one to tickle your feet so really you only had to worry about him.

He then walked around the bed as he got in on his side and wrapped his arms around you pulling you close so you were pressed to his chest, your face snuggled into the crook of his neck. “I love you.” He spoke quietly into your ear a small smile forming on his face as you just hummed and snuggled closer to him. He then began stroking his fingertips up and down your back as he began relaxing little by little, his grip on you remaining tight throughout the entire night, both of you snuggled close together.

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You slept peacefully until around 10:30 AM that morning as you began feeling something tickling against the bottom of your foot, you pulled your leg under the covers abruptly feeling it again and you whined “harryyyy… somethings touching my foot.” You murmured quietly only to hear your boyfriend at the foot of the bed chuckling… he was the culprit tickling your foot. He then grabbed onto your ankle tightly as he began wriggling his fingers against your foot making you squeal in surprise beginning to kick at him before you heard a groan and a thump.

You quickly sat up seeing him clutching at his crotch, a look of pain swept over his face “oh.. sorry.” You laughed out and he stared at you raising his brows “I deserved that.. don’t worry.” He spoke trying to relieve himself of the pain, you continued laughing before eventually he stood up and began getting closer to you.. but not your feet this time. “Harry…” you spoke in a warning tone and he just grinned at you, you quickly jumped from the bed still half asleep as you tried to run out of the room only for him to wrap his arms around your waist capturing you as he began tickling you, screams and laughs coming from you… oh he always knew how to start the day right. You adored him but not as much as he adored you.

[cherryjuiceblues]

for the sleepover!!

just a cute little midnight snack fluff blurb. y/n can’t sleep and goes downstairs to make her fav midnight snack— H wakes up and finds her downstairs and finishes making it for her 🥹🥹🫶🏼 no rush at all and it’s totally okay if u don’t get to it!! xx

✰ boyfriend!harry no warnings.

You’ve been staring at the side of Harry’s face for longer than you know, long since giving up on attempting to sleep and instead trying to make out your boyfriend’s pretty features in the dark. You don’t know why you’re struggling so much tonight but, it seems no matter what you do, your brain just won’t settle.

You’d considered waking Harry up but immediately dismissed the thought, frowning at the idea of disrupting his sleep. And after tracing his face with your eyes a multitude of times, feeling no closer to falling asleep, you decide to get up. You don’t breathe until you’re sure you haven’t woken Harry, engulfing deep breathes once you reach the kitchen, the tiles cold on your feet. Something warm in your tummy ought to mellow you out a little, you think.

Everything seems to make so much more noise when you’re trying to be quiet, the pot you’re extracting from the cupboard making you wince as it clatters against something and the lid you nearly drop scraping against something else. As the water boils (run from the apparently deafening tap) your body deflates—exhaustion more prevalent now that you’re up, and you rest yourself against the counter, head hanging low. Your eyes fall shut and despite the discomfort of standing you nearly drift off, until you hear the telling noise of bubbling water and force your eyes open.

“What’re you doing up?” A tired voice sounds behind you and you nearly jump out of your skin, whipping around to see a dishevelled Harry. You frown. “Don’t be too pleased to see me,” he says sarcastically, scratching at his jaw.

“I didn’t want to wake you up, m’sorry.” You let him pull you into a hug as he walks over, chest hard and warm.

“My body was missing you,” he drawls, and you smile against him. “Get hungry?”

You nod, “Couldn’t sleep,” speaking into his skin. “M’making cheesy pasta.”

Harry hums and fiddles with the hob behind you—probably turning it down. Still wrapped up in his arms, you go to turn but he stops you.

“Lemme. Go sit.” And you want to argue but you’re too tired. So with delayed steps you totter over and lift yourself up onto the counter opposite Harry and the hob; probably a bad idea considering you might fall off it if you drift off, but once you’re up, you don’t want to move.

Harry potters about and you watch him with eyes half-lidded. Gaze as he takes out the pasta and pours an appropriate amount into the pan (you would’ve cooked enough to feed a family of four, most likely) and then as he grates some cheese to make the sauce. It’s a meal he makes well, experienced in the cooking of it whenever you need comfort food. Your eyes shut once more and you’re too gone to panic about where you’re sitting as the delicious smell of cooking lulls you to sleep.

“Hey,” Harry whispers, suddenly in front of you, hand on your knee. Well, you think it’s sudden but then you realise you’re just waking up. He’s holding a finished bowl of cheesy pasta and you perk up considerably, wiping the tiredness from your eyes.

“Mm, thank you,” you hum, reaching out to grab it with slow movements.

Harry pulls it away, removing his hand from you to hold the fork. “I’ll feed you, baby, y’can close your eyes.” You smile up at him, heart full, even though you shake your head in a way of saying you’ll keep them open. Harry knows you won’t. He stabs a couple of pieces and holds them up to your mouth that you open gratefully, eyes shutting immediately at the soothing warmth and taste. You try to reopen them, you do, but Harry reassures you. “Don’t fight it, love.”

He means it in the most sincere and caring way, but he also takes the opportunity to feed himself some, free of your inevitable grumbling and pouting (“Don’t eat my food!” He can picture you saying, before replying, “I made it for you, brat.”).

Once the pasta is all gone, and you are ninety-five percent asleep, Harry sets the bowl down quietly in the sink and scoops you up into his arms—your legs cling to his waist, and your arms to his neck, like the true depiction of a sloth.

When he lays you back down in bed, it takes you all of five seconds to sink into a happy and satisfied slumber, this time with Harry the one to watch your face before he too, falls asleep.

sleepover tag!

[mulledcherrywine]

Drive my Car

summary: Harry loves to embarrass you

a/n: been a while and i missed youuuu

Even though you’ve been together long enough to know every detail about each other, your heart still seems to skip a beat when you see his message pop up on the screen.

H <3 : i’m outsideeee

You peered a little through your glazed bathroom window, adjusting the necklace wrapped around you. He’d given it to you on your last birthday, and hardly ever took it off.

There he was. Sat in his little yellow sports car, sunglasses on and one hand so nonchalantly on the wheel, and like always, the seat next to him empty just for you.

You quickly wrote back you were on your way down as you threw his cardigan - that you definitely “forgot” to return - over your dress.

As you opened your townhouse door, the blare of Funkadelic’s “I Call My Baby Pussycat” was impossibly loud. There was your boyfriend, jokingly shaking his head in the car to the song he clearly set beyond earths decible sound limit.

“Harry!” you laugh-shouted, waving your hands to turn it down. The psychedelic sound assault was something your elderly neighbors were likely to have sending them 6-feet under.

“What?” he mouthed exaggeratingly, pointing to his ears.

“Turn it down!” you said, now in a fit of laughter.

“I can’t hear you, baby. S’loud in this neighborhood, don’t know how y’live out here!”

He didn’t obey your requests until you were fully in the car.

“Yeah, well, some idiot likes to turn up his music in his souped up vintage car just to show off around here. Thinking of having him locked up.”

“Hm, well i’d love to meet him sometime. He sounds great”

“He is” you said, leaning across the seats to give him a kiss.

“Bet he’s got a really hot girlfriend too”

You rolled your eyes and shoved his shoulder. He gave you a small smile before turning his attention back to the road. Though his eyes were nearly hidden, you could just make out the little crinkles by his eyes he always got when he smiled.

He started up the car properly and pulled out of the spot.

“So, where are we headed?”

“Want to just drive today? Not really feeling like doing much today”

“Y’got all dressed up just to drive with me?”

“I’d get dressed up to pick up trash with you, H”

He grinned hard again.

“Driving it is then” he said decidedly, taking your hand and running a thumb over your knuckles.

[iconicharry]

guys!!!!

[cherryblossomwriting]

Dream come true

Summary: “Harry finds Y/N reading smut about him on Tumblr”

W.C: 1751 (Ummm ... .I was gonna make this short but guess I got carried away, anyways enjoy!!)

Tags: Singer!Boyfriend!Harry x Shy!Girlfriend!Y/n 

Note: I don't know if this really classifies as somnophilia but I guess I'll mention it anyways. 

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“Hey babe, whatcha doing?” Harry asked as he entered our shared bedroom. “N-nothing” Y/n said as she quickly switched off her phone and threw it to the bed. “That was weird. Anyways, do you want to watch a movie? I know I've been busy with the album lately and figured I couldn’t spend a lot of time with you these past few weeks.” he asked sweetly. “Sure babe. What do you wanna watch?” I asked. “The notebook?” he asked. “We have already watched it like 50 times, baby. But sure!” 

Harry and Y/n were seated on the couch. Harry was watching the movie, while Y/n was distracted on her phone AGAIN. Harry’s eyes travelled towards Y/n, seeing the slight smirk on her face while she was doing something on her phone. Harry got suspicious. A thousand thoughts swirling in his head. “Is she cheating on me? Just because I have been busy these few weeks she decides to cheat on me? Am I not good enough for her? I love her with all my being, please I hope she isn't cheating on me.” He shook off all the negative thoughts and went back to watching the movie. After about half an hour, he hears soft snores besides him, seeing y/n already fast asleep. “God, she looks prettier than the angels in heaven,” he thought to himself. When he saw her phone on the side of her right hand, he just couldn't help himself but find out what has got her attention for so long now. Now don't get him wrong, he is not the kind of person to check his girlfriend's phone but he couldn't help himself. When he swiped up, her phone unlocked to the thing that has got her so distracted. He was not expecting what his eyes just witnessed. Harry heaved a sigh of relief when he realised it wasn't a guy that had got her so distracted but rather it was….. Tumblr. Harry always knew Y/n was a book person. So he didn't care to read the book she was reading. But before he could switch off the phone and kiss Y/n (because she wasn't cheating on him), something on her phone caught his attention. Which was…. His name in the book she was reading. He quickly figured out that it was in fact not a book that she was reading but it was smut that too written about him!  A smirk formed on his face. Fuck he has bever felt this horny and narcissistic in his life. Nothing gets him going as much as knowing that his girlfriend likes getting off his smut. All his life, Harry knows he has been smoking hot and he is also aware of how a lot of his fans and admirers write smut about him. Although he has not liked being sexualised so much all his life, knowing his not-so-innocent girlfriend likes to read about him has him on a chokehold right now. 

He decides to read the smut. “Harry ties you up to the bed with ropes, as his ring-clad fingers find their way to your delicate neck. He chokes you as his other hand, travels down to your soaked panties. He fingers you till you moan out with pleasure. He then fucks you hard and fast with his big, thick and girthy cock. He cums so much in your that your little pussy couldn't take it all. He quickly grabs a pussy plug and stuffs it in you to keep his creamy cum inside your pussy.” Harry’s eyes widen as he reads all of this. He is shocked at the fact that you like to read such stuff. You were always shy and coy in front of him. You and Harry have an amazing sex life but it is not very kinky. You were into a lot of kinks but were just too shy to bring it up to him. Although you knew he would never say no to you, you just didn't want to bombard him with a lot of things. So your next best solution was to read kinky smuts about him and get yourself off to them. Harry never thought of you as being a kinky girl. You were shy and loved reading books, so he assumed you were the kind of girl who liked when a man “makes love to you” rather than “fucking you.” 

Harry had a devilish idea. He decided to surprise you by recreating the exact scene written in the smut. So he decided to carefully carry your bridal style and take you to your shared bedroom. He gently places you on the bed and you stir onto your side, not caring too much because you were too sleepy. Harry didn't really have rope at home, but decided to get his ties and tie you up with it. He ties both your wrists to the bed with his black tie. He decides to wake you up by choking you. He starts off gentle just to make sure you are comfortable with it. His fingers reach upto your neck and his fingers press around the sides of your neck. Felling a bit of pressure on your neck, you open your eyes to see Harry with a devilish smirk on his face. “What are you doing baby?” you said with a small smile on your face. “Giving you exactly what you wished for, baby. Didn't know my love liked to be treated like a used, cheap whore. Open your mouth, NOW.” You were a bit confused as to what he was talking about but you didn't care at the moment. You were liking this dominant side of him. You quickly opened your mouth. Harry pulled down his brief to free his hard cock. The tip was red, hot and angry. It was leaking with his precum. “Already salivating like a ready slut. If I knew how kinky you were earlier I would have stuffed you with my cock harder.” 

He soon pushed his cock in your mouth, not giving you enough time to get used to it. He pulled out completely and then quickly pushed his entire cock back inside, causing you to gag around it. “You better not gag bitch, you asked for this. You like taking big cocks in your slutty, little mouth, don't ya?” he said. 

After fucking his cock in your mouth for a while, he decides to finger you like it was mentioned in the smut. He pulls his cock out from your mouth and you groan at the loss of contact. “I don't want to come in your mouth, I will fill that tight, little pussy of yours, but before that I have to get you all wet and ready for me.” He spreads your legs open and groans as he sees a dark patch in the crotch area of your light pink colour panties. “Didn't know sucking my cock gets you so wet, baby” He licks the wet spot on the panties, moaning at the taste of you. He hooks his fingers in your panties and tears them open. You have never seen this wild side of him so you weren't used to it but you definitely weren't complaining. He starts licking you while he enters one of his fingers in your pussy. He slowly starts fucking it in and out of you. He soon adds one more and then one more and then one more till he has four of his fingers in you. “You are taking my fingers like a champ, baby. Don't even need lube for it," he compliments you. He is plunging his fingers in your at you speed that didn't even seem humanly possible. You come so hard you swear you saw the stars. It was almost like you had blacked out with pleasure. When you opened your eyes, you saw Harry covered in your juices. Did you just squirt? None of your ex-boyfriends were able to make you come let alone squirt. Harry seemed so proud of you and himself. “Didn't know she was a squirter too,” Harry comments.  

He couldn't handle the heat, so he stuffed his cock in one quick motion inside you. Both of you were on cloud 9. You never realised how sexy his moans sounded. So manly yet soft. He looks at the place where his cock and your pussy were connected. His eyes roll to the back of his head, when he sees a mixture of your cum and his pre-cum forming a white, creamy ring at the base of his cock. You come for the second time that night. Snapping his hips in you, he soon cums hard. All his stress and tension for the past few weeks left his body as he fills you up. He slowly pulls out as he watches his cum drip out of your sensitive hole. He quickly grabs the pussy plug (like mentioned in the smut) and inserts it in your pussy to keep his cum in there for the night. “Want to keep my cum in you for the night. So when you wake up and are not able to walk you will be reminded of who fucked you so hard last night. You soon realised that he had recreated the scene from the smut you were reading earlier. Your eyes widened as you realised. “Did you read the sm-” before you could complete the sentence, he answers with a quick yes. “Are you mad?” you asked him kind of terrified. “Why would I be made, baby? It kind of turned me on to be honest. Also, it did lead to the best sex I have ever had.” he casually answers as he takes your head and rests it on his chest. “Yeah, I never knew I could squirt honestly,” you said shyly. “Well, what can I say, they don't write smut about me just like that. I am quite talented and gifted in bed.” he said boasting about himself. “That is true, H.” you said. “How about we start recreating some of your other favourite smuts too?” he asked with mischief in his voice. “Really, I feel like I'm dreaming right now. I would love that.” you said as you kissed his soft lips. You soon fell asleep to the sound of his heart beat. He kisses the top of your head with a bright smile on his face knowing he had found his perfect woman for life.         

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xoxo

[fetusharryluvr]

hii cud i request harry & yn painting each others nails while drinking & maybe playing never have I ever or truth&dare

like tooth rotting fluff

aaaa i love this idea sm, i hope you like it 🍓

“How many times ‘av we seen this film now?” Harry huffed, the sound sending a vibration through his body that you felt as you rested your head on his lap, staring aimlessly at the TV infront of you. “Swear I could quote it word-for-word at this point.”

You slowly turned your head up to face him with narrowed eyes, “Little Women is a pinnacle of modern cinema, Mr Styles.”

“You’re only sayin’ that ‘cause y’fancy Florence Pugh.”

“Heeey!” You whined, slapping him playfully on the chest. “I dunno what you’re talkin’ about.”

The two of you originally had a table booked at a restaurant in central london, but due to a particularly bad rainstorm, you thought it was best not to risk going out. That lead to you and Harry sprawled out on the sofa, watching a selection of your favourite films. It also meant you finally opened the several bottles of champagne you had leftover from Christmas, so the two of you weren’t exactly sober.

You were unable to pull your eyes away from the screen when it came to the scene with Amy’s monologue about marriage. You felt yourself subconsciously mouthing along with the words.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, Harry jolted up in his seat with a gasp, almost throwing you both off of the sofa, “Can you paint my nails?!”

“Shhh!” You hissed, resting your head on your chin, “Laurie’s ‘bout to tell her how beautiful she is!”

Harry hopped up from the couch, and kneeled down in between you and the TV so you could see him. He put on his best puppy dog eyes that he knew, despite your drunken states, you wouldn’t be able to resist. “Please, love. It’ll be so fun, and I can paint yours after!”

You rolled your eyes at the adorable man sat infront of you. How could you say no to a face like that? “Fine,” you huffed out, “But we’re finishing Little Women afterwards.”

In the next ten minutes, Harry had popped one of his Fleetwood Mac albums on the record player, and you were sat at the dining table, aggressively rifling through your shared collection of nail polishes. Harry had ordered you off the sofa because he knew the last thing he wanted was for you to wake up tomorrow morning with a hangover, only to find nail polish spilled all over it.

“What colour d’you want, babe?” You shouted out, and he came running into the kitchen not two seconds later.

“You pick f’me.” He tells you, plopping himself down in the seat beside you.

You dug out a red and an ivory white from the bag, deciding to attempt the heart nails that Harry had done many a time before. He stretched out his fingers, laying his hand flat for you. You were quick to get started with the base coat, concentration laced in your features. Harry gazed at your focused expression in adoration, your brows furrowed together, and your tongue slightly poking out the corner of your mouth.

The soft sound of Everywhere began to play through the room, prompting the tipsy brunette to sway in his seat and hum along. What was a heart five seconds ago, now looked like something out of a crime scene. “Harry!” You scolded, causing the poor man to jump, “Stop movin’, y’pillock, you’ve ruined it!”

“‘M sorry, lovie.” He frowned, “Y’know how much I love Christine McVie.”

You nodded your head, rushing to clean the polish off of his forefinger so you could repaint it. “I know, she’s a bloody legend, but m’heart’s a red splodge now.”

After nearly an hour of you and your boyfriend belting out every last word to Tango in the Night, Harry’s fingernails were now covered in beautiful little hearts. Though, not all of them were perfect due to the double vision the alcohol in your system had given you, but he loved them nonetheless.

You admired your work with a bright, giggly smile on your face. “Look at ‘em, they’re so cute.”

“D’you want me to do yours now?” Harry looked up at you.

You puckered your lips in thought, before an idea came into your head. You grinned at the dimpled man next to you, “Why don’t we play never have i ever with shots?” You gasped, causing him to do the same. Now, sober Y/N never would have thought of such an idea, but drunk Y/N was like a whole new person, and Harry was just as intoxicated.

“Never have I ever…” you paused as you tried to think, “Tried something kinky in bed.” Harry smirked as the two of you both took a quick shot, then squirmed at the burning taste. Putting the glasses back down on the table, the two of you knew exactly what the other was thinking.

“Handcuffs.” — “Pegging.” You simultaneously spoke, prompting you both to share a confused look.

“Never have I ever DMed Florence Pugh asking if she’d be m’friend.” Harry giggled, taking a shot anyway, despite having never done it.

Your jaw fell open in the most dramatic way possible at your overly giggly boyfriend. “Oi!” You pouted, “Y’bastard, she never replied.”

“Take the shot, then, babe.” Harry cockily urged in a sing-song voice, gesturing to the shot glass in your hand.

In a sulky manner, you did as you were told. Putting down the glass and picking up yet another, you pointed your forefinger at the musician, “Two can play at that game, Styles.” You warned. “Never have I ever got locked out of my house and climbed through next doors window by mistake.”

“Heeey!” Harry whined, clutching his chest.

You bursts out laughing at the memory, “Poor Mrs Benson was terrified, you almost gave her a heart attack!”

“Right, woman, you’re playing a dangerous game.” Harry shook his head. The two of you agreed you’d had quite enough of never have I ever, and sat back down at the table once you’d cleared up all the empty glasses. He picked up the bag of nail polish, grabbing out two colours, “Red or blue flowers, love?”

“Blue, please.”

[stylesharrys]

watching the boxing at home with harry and he’s up for making a bet. “blue shorts win, I have to give you head. grey shorts win, you give me head.” you shake on it, both eager for the fights to be over for the outcome. its no suprise when harry wiggles his brows when the fight is pronounced a draw and he’s suggesting 69

[chaoticloving]

Hello! hope youre doing good!! I was wondering if you could write something about how Harry and Y/n just had to leave each other for work and Harry has an interview the next day and he's a little grumpy?? love SOH so much!!

Management

harry styles x reader (soh masterlist)

summary: harry wants to get back at one of his managers for what he said about his relationship with y/n, which makes for an interesting interview.

warnings: heavy allusions to sex, slut-shaming, and just lhh being the best protective bf ever

a/n: may have taken a bit further than grumpy…love lhh <3

The hotel was perfect: isolated, glamorous, and private. That’s why it was every celebrity’s dream. But to Y/n and Harry, it was their relationship’s paradise.

Y/n had a series of interviews lined up in Montreal and Harry just so happened to be able to fake sick long enough for the Montreal radio interview to be pushed back to an incredible two days. Two days was a lot for them, normally they’d have a phone call, a couple of hours, or even a day if lucky. But two days ment that they could spend the night together, and because One direction flew in on the red eye flight, they could get two.

When Harry checked in with the rest of the band, he went straight to his room, changed to pajamas and a sweatshirt with a hood, and left to room 2089, her room.

Harry got a little queezy on the trip up; his fear of heights combined with his lack of sleep and flying sickness didn’t make for a great combo. He just really needed some sleep.

He sprinted through the halls, knocked on the door, than yanked into the room by the only person he would want to yank him like that.

Y/n pushed him up against the closed door and kissed him. It was definitely messy—it was pass midnight and they’ve both been working, so who could blame them—but perfect for them.

“Darling I love your lips so much but I’m so tired I’m gonna need you to carry be to the bed.” Harry begged. “Need y’a to lift me up bridal style.”

“Mm, think you’ll have to carry me—“ Harry dropped his head so it was on her shoulder, grunting slightly. “—Or we can awkwardly waddle to the bed.”

They collapsed onto the bed, held in each others arms with sleep encompassing the couple right away. Harry was bear-hugging Y/n, practically turning into a blanket with the only goal of supplying her warmth. Y/n was happily hugging and subconsciously combing his long, unruly hair while they slept.

~

The work day started at 9 am. They haven’t seen each other much, but took comfort in the fact they could at least get mindnight to 9 together. Harry was receiving his goodbye kiss soon enough, though. It wasn’t a total loss; Harry got more kisses in the shower and showed Y/n exactly how much he missed her.

Harry was adjusting his pajama shorts as he was reluctantly pushed out of her room and raced to the elevator, making sure he didn’t give a surprise show to any of the guests in the hotel. He was alone in the elevator and ran into no one as he unlocked the door to him room.

He closed the door behind him and sighed, that is until he got spooked by some familiar faces.

“You could’ve let us know you got a booty call before we decided to have a 8am meeting, Styles.” Lenard, one of the many One Direction managers, yelled.

Among him was his mates, Niall, Liam, and Louis. All had their head down and a sorry look at Harry.

“I was only gone for a night.” Harry defended. “Still in the hotel-“

“I don’t want to hear your excuses, boy.” The grouchy man replied. “As punishment, you are on backups for the radio performance-”

“What?!”

“You heard me.” Lenard boomed. He turned to the other singers. “Take this as a warning boys. You’re all excused.” The other boys gave a sorry look to Harry, patting his shoulder, giving a nod, but they all could see was how pissed off Harry had become.

When the door shut, and it was just the two of them, Lenard got back on his bullshit again. “If your main concern is meeting with some girl willing to put herself out-“

“That’s unfair! You don’t know what you’re talking about!” Harry yelled back. “I am not just sleeping around, I just missed my girlfriend.”

“Oh right, your girlfriend Y/n, the one who sleeps to get roles” Lenard snickered.

“That is not true you asshole!”

“Whatever you have to tell yourself.” Lenard spoke. Lenard knew fully well who Y/n is, she was the reason Harry wasn’t willing to go into PR relationships with other celebrities. Harry was the most marketable members of One Direction, and Lenard wanted to make sure he could do the most so he could get a raise in his salary.

“You’re more than welcome to fuck around with some other girls. That Jenner one—“

“I already said no, Lenard!” Harry seethed. “I’m sick of all your controlling nagging! I’m singing and dancing my ass off and putting all my work into this and all you can do is complain that I miss one of your surprise meetings!”

Lenard didn’t know what to say, or quite frankly, didn’t care, so he ignored Harry. “You’ll be on closer watch. I will make sure to tell security to never let you out of their sight.”

“That’s unfair-“

“Quiet or you’ll be on backups the rest of tour.” Lenard threatened.

“You can’t do that! I’m half the show!” Harry fought back. “You know the show won’t be any good if I’m on backups.”

“Just clean yourself up and wear what you are suppose to. Downstairs in thirty.”

Lenard walked out, slamming the door behind him. Not letting Harry get a word in.

~

During the whole interview, Harry had on a fake smile. He was glad Y/n taught him how to make a fake smile look more believable, because all he could see was red.

Ever since Zayn left, One direction management had tighten its claws onto the remaining members. Wanting to make the boys sign a new contract, locking in the boys practically permanently. Y/n, like always, came in a clutch when she prevented Harry from signing and got Harry to get a lawyer that wasn’t connect to 1D, providing her own. With this new lawyer, Harry was able to prevent permanent control, letting him drop when he needed; which only caused more chaos in the group.

As sad as he was for his friend for leaving the band, he understood were Zayn came from. Privacy, independence, freedom, that’s all he wanted.

“Harry you’ve been quiet here today, what’s on your mind.” The interviewer asked.

An idea came to Harry: subtly piss off management. His fake smile turned into a smirk.

“I’m thinking about a shag a recently had.” Harry replied.

“A shag?”

“A shag.” He said bluntly. “Now I got this song idea in my head.”

“How interesting.” The interviewing commented, trying to find an interesting yet pg way to spin this, yet all Harry could focus on was the middle aged men in suits on the other side of glass, all glaring at Harry, roaring up to end this.

“Anyone in particular?”

“According to public opinion, I can only ever write songs about one girl, so everyone can go figure who I’d sleep with.”

One of the managers banged on the window. Everyone looked up as he made a wrapping up sign with his hand. Harry smiled, proud of himself.

“Well, that’s One Direction for you folks…”

~

“That bloody fucker—“

“Hey, hey, hey.” One of the other managers, an older rich guy by the name of Vincent—the most tolerable out of the bunch, calmed Lenard down.

“He just ruined that interview! We’re going to have a weeks worth of bad press!”

“I already contacted them and they agreed to cuts Harry’s part…”

The voices trailed off as Harry snuck out of the group and into an elevator at the hotel, he made eye contact with one of the members of security but the man, Paul, had a soft spot for young love and simply looked away.

Harry pressed button twenty and the doors quickly shut, the elevator starting its climb to the high floor. He raced to Y/n’s room as the doors opened and rapidly knocked on her door.

“It’s me!” He yelled, knowing a crazy fan would knock the same way he was.

The door swung open and Y/n was met with a sad tall man, so genuinely looked like he needed a hug.

“Harry?” She ushered him inside, locking the door and pulling him in for a hug. “What happened?”

“Management.” Harry sighed. “I got yelled at for not being in my room because apparently there was an impromptu meeting this morning. Then I kinda implied we were together to stick it to him during the interview and said i was writing a song about us having sex and now he’s pissed and I’m so so sorry.”

Y/n broke apart from Harry’s tight hug, pulling back to get a look at the man, once boy, that was apologizing for standing up for himself. She couldn’t believe it. Against Lenard too, which makes Harry’s actions much more valid.

She stroked his cheek, looking into his green eyes that had a tinge of red from tears of anger forming in his eyes. “Hey if it’s to stick it to that Lenard then I’ll release our sex tape if it mean he’d quit and leave us alone.” Y/n joked, causing Harry to let out a much needed sigh of laughter.

“He’d probably drop me after that.”

“Yeah but he’d be jealous.” Harry smiled again, looking at the love of his life. He hand traced her jaw, and thumb traced her lip.

Harry nodded agreeing with the plan, until his face quickly went sour. “But my mum would kill me—god.” Y/n giggled as Harry look deeply annoyed.

“I think it’s time.” Harry’s decided, taking a deep breath before he continued. “I think I’ll bring it up with the others.”

“Really?” Y/n asked.

“Yeah. Lenard has already threatened to make me back up and he said some stuff about you-“ He took a deep breath. “I think I could do better on my own, with my own team. People who don’t care if I sleep with you, or sing about sex.” Harry chuckled, leaning into the fantasy.

“Oh yeah? And how would this sex song go?”

“Hmm.” Harry thought, before singing a jingle of a tune. “I just want to taste it.”

“Haha. You’re funny.” She chided. “Remember to never let your dick do the writing here.”

“Maybe writing about sex is a bit too much. Even for me.” Harry thought. “He would make it way to rude for public radio.”

“He?”

“Yeah my dick, Ed.” Harry teased. “You want to meet him again?”

“Wait Ed like Edward, your middle name?”

“Yeah and Ward is the name of my bonus nipple—“

“I think it’s time for bed.” Y/n interrupted. “You need sleep.”

Harry nodded and followed her lead, stripping himself until he was left in his boxers and she was in her bra and panties. Sex definitely was not on the menu tonight, but they both were a sucker to intimacy and body warmth.

“I’m flying out tomorrow morning.”

“Don’t remind me.” Harry groaned.

“I was thinking, you come with me.” Y/n asked.

“You mean I should skip interviews tomorrow?”

“You have sick days you’re entitled to.” Y/n reminded him, booping his nose. “They can’t sue you for catching a cold. And you definitely look sick in my expert opinion.”

“I guess I’ll take your word for it.” Harry snuggled closer. “Where are we going then?”

“Plane goes to England. Maybe see your mum and then leave to Italy?”

“That sounds so perfect.” Harry sighed, knowing that honestly sounds amazing. “I love you.” He kissed her face, sprinkling them all over her face. “So much.”

“I already said I love you. Don’t make me regret that." Y/n said, sleep taking over her voice. “Goodnight Harry.”

“Night, love.”

[tpwkwriter]

More boyfriendrry headcannons 💘

may include talks of smut/but mostly fluff 💫

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• 100% the type of boyfriend that is highly clingy and he’s very much whipped over you.

• absolute sucker for your fashion and style, and definitely takes his own inspiration from your wardrobe.

• loves having matching accessories!! Necklaces, rings,bags!!!!!!

• He loves when you opt to paint his nails, whenever he gets compliments about them he always loves to brag about how talented his girlfriend is: “yeah thanks my girlfriend did them, she’s so good right?!”

• Shopping Trips with him were always fun and the best, him spoiling his girl was his favourite thing even if y/n did refuse he’d do it regardless. You two would always find yourself in one of Guccis stores. “Get what you want baby its all on me” he’d say looking through various suits and jackets.

• but regardless of y/n constant disapproval he would still get her anything she sure interest in.

• The establishment of him being very protective of his girl was often prominent, in large crowds or settings his hand was always locked in yours or his hands would gently be on your waist guiding you through people.

• Though harry wasn’t possessive he definitely would make sure people treated his girl with respect and thoughtfulness.

• “her eyes are up here mate”

• “you must be mistaken she’s not alone buddy”

• It was well known Harry was an infamous gentlemen and respectful guy, so during the couples most intimate times he still managed to make her blush.

• “this okay honey?” He’d breath resting his forehead on hers

• “is it okay for me to take this off angel?”

• and as well as positive reinforcement.

• “your so amazing, I love you so much”

• “my perfect girl, so, so beautiful”

• His family were also very much in love with you, always messaging you and checking in.

• you and Gemma soon became the bestest of friends

• harry loved seeing his favourite girls get on so well.

• constant compliments from this man. “You look beautiful” “take my breath away” “you should wear that more often poppet”

• when out with friends always introducing you as ‘my girl’ and always checking on you making sure your comfortable and okay.

•good morning kisses, hello kisses, goodnight kisses just kisses.

• any excuse to cuddle or hold you..

[fluffrry]

hiiii! how are you? :) i saw your post earlier today and decided to send something in. can I request something with fluff for Harry?? I’m graduating college next month & would love something along those lines but you do what you think is best!

please and thank you :))

Hi!! I am great. Congrats on graduating, anon! I hope you enjoy :))

Warnings: none

Category: fluff 

Requested?: yes 



You press the submit button, holding your breath as the wifi struggles to upload the hefty word document. This is it– your last assignment. Graduation is so close you can almost taste it. All these years, all leading up to this. 

"Harry!! Come here!" you shout, angling your voice through the door left ajar. 

You hear Harry's footsteps bounding up the stairs. Your eyes are still fixed on the screen, watching as the upload stops loading, and the word "submitted" fills the little box next to the document. 

"Oh my god," you whisper to yourself. You lean back in your chair with a happy sigh. 

“What?!” Harry asks, a little out of breath, “Everything okay?” He looks worried, his eyes darting around the room. It appears he is looking for a threat, or a stray bug that has surprised you. 

“Yes, yes. Everything is okay. Just come look!”

Harry walks over to your desk, his brows set low on his face and tongue playing with the inside of his cheek. The lack of context is leaving him confused. He leans into your computer screen, resting his right hand on the back of your desk chair. 

“Oh! You finished up that paper you were working on? I’m proud of you, baby.” Harry places a light kiss on your forehead. 

“Yes, I did. Guess what else, though?” 

“I don’t know. I can’t think of anything, y/n.” 

You swivel your chair around to face him and find his eyes. He moves his resting hand from the chair to your shoulder. “This is my last assignment. Like, the last, last assignment. I have no other work before graduation. I’m officially done!” 

“Really?” Harry’s eyes widen, and a smile spreads across his face. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I’m telling you now!! I didn’t wanna jinx it and summon one of my professors to add something last minute, you know?”

Harry laughs. A deep, content one he saves for you only. “I wish you had told me earlier. I would have cheered you on. I always want to be your biggest supporter.”

“I know, but you know how I am.”

“I do, yeah. I think we should celebrate, though. Think of it as a two person pre-grad ceremony.”

“We don’t need to do all that. I just wanted to share this moment with you.”

“You’re sweet, but we absolutely do need to do that. I’ll plan, and you just come.” 

“Oh-” Before you can get a protest out, Harry is whizzing away from your desk and through the door. 

You hear his voice carry from the hallway, “Remember– I’ll plan, you show up!!”

[dorothyrryontour]

if harry styles were your boyfriend in 2015

If Harry Styles were your boyfriend in 2015, he would have had to spend a long time convincing you to date him. This is because he is an Aquarius man who loves Charles Bukowski and wears skinny jeans, and you’d have listened to 1989. You didn’t want to make yourself look dumb by believing a member of One Direction, a band for whom every teenage girl within a million kilometer radius would manually rip off their fingernails to share a breath with, would be seriously, genuinely interested in you. But Harry, ever the hopeless romantic in spite of the height of his broody-bad-boy phase, would fly out regularly to knock on your door and take you to dinner. He would send you flowers randomly at work, and, one time, he would rent out an amusement park for your family on your little brother’s birthday. Your family obviously had many questions about this, and your friends had already begun telling their friends that you were dating Harry Styles. When you anxiously promised a group of 20 you’d hook them up with One Direction tickets, he did not hesitate to oblige. Eventually, you agreed to let him be your boyfriend provided he agreed to calm the fuck down.

If Harry Styles were your boyfriend in 2015, you’d learn that the band had become much more of a business than a group of friends over the years. This means that you only ever met Liam Payne twice, and he was only nice the second time. Harry tells you in advance that the band is going to break up, and that they’re going to call it a hiatus, but he has a feeling it will be forever. He sheds a few tears over it actually and makes you swear to take this to your grave. You don’t know if he means the fact that he’s going solo, or the fact that he’s so nervous about it that it makes him tearful. Either way, your lips are sealed.

If Harry Styles were your boyfriend in 2015, you’d have to learn to deal with the fact that he won’t publicly defend you against white teen girls calling you racial slurs online. However, he would tell you regularly how important you are to him, and you would make all your socials private so you could post cheesy couple’s pictures with him for just your close friends and family.

If Harry Styles were your boyfriend in 2015, you would expect a fruitful familiarity to burgeon between yourself and insecurity. He’s Harry fucking Styles. He’s a quarter of the biggest boyband walking the planet right now. He’s tall and tan, with bright green eyes, and long greasy hair, and this million-gigawatt, dimpled, bunny-toothed smile. He’s a Rockstar. Everyone salivates when he just so much as breathes, and he can afford to buy a new plate every time he eats if only to avoid washing the dishes. This power dynamic had made you reluctant to date him at all in the first place. But, oddly enough, you are almost entirely wrong. Quite the contrary, actually, because when Harry Styles is your boyfriend in 2015, you wake up one day and realise that you are utterly teeming with this new, extraordinary (maybe unfounded) sense of pure, unbridled confidence. Just the rawest, most authentic sort.

You would saunter with the posture of Misty Copeland, and speak with the cadence of a fearsome king. Far be it from you anymore to tolerate rude coworkers, or restaurants getting your order wrong, or toxic friendships. No, now, like your boyfriend, you would find yourself commanding interactions. He would find it sexy, and he would tell you. This would only serve to stoke the fire of your self-worth even more. Your center of mass would be spread across your whole body, and not even Lucifer himself could knock you over. You’d argue with your boyfriend like he’d never leave; how could he? What is he, out of your league or something? No one is. Harry Styles—who could not even iron his own shirts, or figure out how to deal with his extended family members, or remember to call the plumbers about the faucet issue—would be lucky to have you. It would never occur to you to feel inadequate.

Speaking of arguing, if Harry Styles were your boyfriend in 2015, you two would actually argue quite a bit. When things were good, they were just phenomenal, but he would tend not to understand your point of view whenever you dared to tell him something he did upset you. He’d be immature, and do shit like complain about how he ‘needs his space’, proceed to ghost you for weeks, then show up with some fancy gift and the most cloistering attitude to which you’d ever borne witness when he realized he couldn’t function without you. If Harry Styles were your boyfriend in 2015, you would get whiplash with all his mood swings, and break up four months in, only to get back together again. Your second swing at things would last four months and a day.

If Harry Styles were your boyfriend in 2015, your wardrobe would suddenly take on a dark and neutral colour scheme, right before your very eyes. You'd look sophisticated in long coats. You'd wear scarves and boots, and skinny jeans and… hats? Yeah, if Harry Styles were your boyfriend in 2015, you would miraculously become the sort of person who wears hats. One day, a friend would point out to you how, ever since you started dating Harry Styles, you dress like a rich lesbian mom. They would promptly follow this statement up with a genuinely perplexed utterance of how, “You somehow still manage to make it look cool.” “It’s the Harry Styles effect,” you’d reply, mostly joking until you reflect one day and realize yes, you and Harry do dress the same, and yes, you do look like a couple of rich gay mothers. But yes, you somehow still look cool. You two would actually look so cool and put together whenever you stepped out that even people who had no idea he was Harry Styles would compliment your collective style; you’d almost always be matching, though it’d never be planned. Your paparazzi pictures would be studied in fashion courses. You’d steal Harry’s funkier shirts and cozier jackets, and you’d wear the band tees he doesn’t quite find cool anymore – he’d just go crazy over that last one. Not outwardly crazy, and he wouldn’t even tell you he likes you wearing his old band tees. But you’d know.

If Harry Styles were your boyfriend in 2015, he would buy a house in Hampstead and call it “our house”. You two would never get the chance to move into Our House. He wouldn’t sell Our House until a year after you two were over, and that’d hit him harder than the breakup itself.

If Harry Styles were your boyfriend in 2015, you’d be late to things. Deadlines and events and suchlike. The reasons would range from you and Harry arguing in a cab over the directions to your destination, to Harry loving the dress you’ve chosen to wear that night so much that he simply has to rip it off your very body and ruin your hair and makeup and whatever reputation for perfect attendance you once sported. You and Harry would tend to stay up and out late. At night clubs, soirées, or social gatherings. You’d become a night owl. Unfortunately, you’d start waking up later too, and you’d never be well rested, so you’d eventually become a bit more gripey and grumpy of a person than you were prior to dating Harry Styles in 2015. Your breath would always smell like coffee, or mint gum to mask it.

If Harry Styles were your boyfriend in 2015, you’d never know where your keys are, and you’d fall asleep with your makeup on.

Your friends wouldn’t point out the negative effects of this relationship until after you two broke up, but while Harry Styles is your boyfriend in 2015, your friends actually love him. If he planned to fly you out somewhere and you wanted to bring a little entourage along, he’d happily accommodate them. And at dinner parties he’d be funny and charming and humour all who were interested (usually everyone) with unheard tales of crazy Ibiza rendezvous with Ed Sheeran. You would, however, have one or two friends that would develop a little less than friendly relationship with him – like maybe your roommate and him would bicker a lot. It’d probably be because he guzzles your milk and tosses the empty carton back in the fridge like an asshole, and gets annoyed when other people so much as pass through the room while you two are having an argument. Your roommate would say Harry has made you prickish and messy, that Harry’s bad for you and not that big of a deal, and you wouldn’t realize at the time she’s actually just looking out for you.

If Harry Styles were your boyfriend, he would genuinely find you funny, and he would tell you this with tears in his eyes whenever you landed a good joke. This would make your heart swell so large it’d knock your lungs around, because you would truly consider him to be one of the most hilarious people you knew. Any praise from him, who may as well be perfect, would be of the highest variety.

If Harry Styles were your boyfriend, he’d open the door for you. In fact, everyone would open the door for you. Men and women and whoever else would tend to step aside for you, and you’d never have to do that stupid, awkward side-to-side dance thingy that people do when someone blocks their path ever again. People would just be polite to you. And no more would you have to bear the chagrin of a joke of yours not being laughed at, because, if Harry Styles thinks you’re funny, chances are you’re a total riot.

If Harry Styles were your boyfriend in 2015, he’d be a bad driver. He’d always try to busy his hands with unzipping the fly of your jeans, or digging feverishly under your skirt like you’re hoarding buried treasure, as opposed to holding the wheel. But when you’ve just had a fight, he drives perfectly, and silently. Halfway through the journey he’ll play some Joni Mitchell from his phone (eyes still barely leaving the road, focusing with that intense stare he’d always do in 2015, and lips sealed shut), then, shortly after, his hand would find your knee. Not your thigh, your knee. And you wouldn’t shake him off. By the end of the drive, chances are you two would no longer be fighting. You wouldn’t be too sure if this was the healthiest way to end an argument, but you prefer it to cutthroat scream-fights laced with below the belt digs, or makeup sex (because, while it was fun and all, it would have become a bit of a get-out-of-jail-free card, and you were quite certain that wasn’t healthy).

If Harry Styles were your boyfriend in 2015, your mum would love him, and your dad would hate him until the third time you two visited. The third time you two visited, you’d walk onto your parents’ patio to find Harry Styles and your dad laughing like old buddies and Harry would refuse to tell you what it is he said to change your generally stubborn father’s tune so fantastically. After the breakup, your dad would mention him with this sort of mournful, disappointed look on his face for years to come.

If Harry Styles were your boyfriend in 2015, you’d never truly feel like a part of his life the way you were sure you’d made him a part of yours, and you wouldn’t be sure why, nor could you seem to find the right words with which to bring this up. You could, however, appreciate that he didn’t hesitate to introduce you to his friends and family the moment you let him know you were ready. He wasn’t reluctant, or ashamed, and he wouldn’t make it weird at all. Just took you around a couple parties and dinners and beamed at you extra sparkly-like when you shook the hand of someone extra special to him. You wouldn’t expect that you’d get along better with his famous friends than his mates from youth.

If Harry Styles were your boyfriend in 2015, you would text Kendall Jenner way more often than anyone would believe. It would only be awkward sometimes, but she’s nicer than you gave her credit for, and you reckon she has less feelings for Harry than his old girlfriend from high school, from whom you’d receive pointed stares whenever Harry brought you to a pub in Cheshire with his school friends.

If Harry Styles were your boyfriend in 2015, he would care about you. He would really, truly look after you and care about you in ways you didn’t know twenty one year old men were capable of. When you accidentally messed up his expensive clothes, or called him during important meetings, he would never, for a single moment, make you feel as though you were a burden, or like his fame came before you. Ever. He would always walk on the side closest to the street when you were out and about, and hand you his sunglasses when his Harry Sense tingled, letting him know someone, somewhere nearby, was taking pictures. He would always have his eyes on you to know where you’re at when you two were separated at an event, and he would triple check the locks on every door and window before he could even think of getting some peaceful rest. He would need to know he could be your safe space, and so he would hold you while you cried and screamed. He would smile and laugh with you when you wished to be silly and fun. He would sit and listen when you spoke to him about the things that have happened in your life to make you who you are. He would be the firm, nice-smelling pillow you could lay your head against when you’d had a rough day and couldn’t really be around anyone else. And he would be well equipped with a reassuring smile and nod whenever you dared to feel doubtful or scared or insecure.

If Harry Styles were your boyfriend in 2015, you actually wouldn’t braid his hair. Not ever. In fact, you’d barely ever touch his hair, and you wouldn’t know how he’d react if you just combed your hand through one day. So, you never did.

If Harry Styles were your boyfriend in 2015, you would almost get a dog together, almost, but you wouldn’t. Which is good, because very shortly after you two visited a shelter in Hampstead together to satiate your dog-parent fantasies, played around with the idea of something more permanent and stable as you played around with the dogs, you would break up. For good.

If Harry Styles were your boyfriend in 2015, you two would break up for good because he cheated on you with some rando from Carolina, and, almost immediately after you found out, you’d tell yourself you saw it coming. This would be half-true, but it would also serve as way to comfort yourself, because you cannot bear to deal with the fact that you maybe, just maybe–for a horrid, saccharine, fleeting, naïve moment–thought you two would work out.

If Harry Styles were your ex-boyfriend in 2015, he would take your ability to love and just tear it to utter shreds with his bare hands. You would never be the same. Though you’d heal with time, you would shudder as he became more and more famous over the years, and you were forced to be reminded of him way more often than one deserves to be reminded of their ex.

But, eventually, you’d look back on your relationship with Harry Styles in 2015 fondly. You reckon you are now a more confident person, a more stylish person, a more introspective person, a better kisser, a better fighter, and a more voracious Taylor Swift fan patiently waiting for the release of 1989 (Taylor’s Version), so you may uncover those silly, gooey, raging emotions you buried in Hampstead seven years ago, if only for shits and giggles.

(You try not to listen to any of his music, but you betrayed yourself recently. Something about Boyfriends made you almost want to get in touch with him again. Almost.)

[afairerplace]

My impression of how strongly Taylor felt about Harry Styles is VASTLY different after hearing the vault tracks

[iconicharry]

2020//2023

[volunruud]

lowkey understand why ppl neglect their kids to play vidy game, feeling like i wanna call in just to kiss fictional pixels bae all night