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[littlebunrry]

finding HOME 🌲🍵

[mulledcherrywine]

they say it’s your birthday

a/n: Okay so the other day I was talking with some friends about how I literally always cry on birthdays, so i guess I was inspired by that? Promise it’s not a sad fic, just, bittersweet?

warnings: language (like 1 time), extreme fluff

February 1st was incredibly important to you. Of course Harry loved his birthday as well, mostly the partying, but you always got the most out of planning his birthday celebrations. There was something to seeing the look on his face.

The sun was shining, though some light rain had obviously fallen the night before, drops scattered on the window. You rolled over in bed, kissing Harry on the forehead to wake him up.

“Happy birthday, m’love,” you whispered, continuing to scatter kisses across his face.

“G’morning baby,” he mumbled, sleepily meeting your lips with his. Straddling his hips, you tucked his hair behind his ears. His green eyes studied you as you shared his gaze.

“Are you excited?” You asked. He raised his eyebrows.

“Lovie, as long as you’re here with me, i’m happy,” he hummed, rubbing your leg.

“You’re such an artist,” you scoffed, “and as much as I want to stay here all day, we’ve got too much to do today”

He sighed, allowing you roll off of him and out of bed. He followed shortly after.

The two of you were rather quick to get dressed and ready, picking out more elevated clothes than usual given the occasion.

Downstairs, you prepared coffee for the two of you.

“Baby, y’don’t have to do everything for me today just ‘cause it’s my birthday,” Harry said, hugging you from behind.

“Yes, I do,” You said, “Just as long as you do the same for me on my birthday!”

“Noted,” he laughed, grabbing his coffee and standing across from you in the kitchen, the two of you finishing your coffees together.

You spend the rest of the day doing all of Harry’s favorite things. Seeing as you were back in London, you headed out for a long drive after coffee and went to all of Harry’s “spots”. Around noon you headed off to grab lunch with Anne and Gemma, Anne nearly tearing over the fact her only son was now nearly 30 years old. Now that you thought about it, you couldn’t really believe it either.

After lunch, you dropped Harry at Mitch and Sarah’s place. You lied, saying it was because they’d planned to have him for a little afternoon get together, but really, you had to get to preparing back home.

For weeks, you’d been putting together an amazing dinner plan for Harry’s birthday evening, but needed him out of the house to put it well enough together.

It was your thing. You always cooked for each other on birthdays. Last year for yours, he’d made you the most amazing tagliatelle pasta and a beautiful lemon cake for afterwards, which had been your most favorite since you were young.

You remembered how overwhelmed with love you’d been over the fact he remembered it, maybe even cried a little.

For him, you wanted to make something just as amazing, better even (though you knew his competitive side would never admit it). After ages of planning you finally settled: butternut squash ravioli with homemade garlic bread.

After pulling the bread you’d begun the night before from the oven, you started on cooking the ravioli. You were rather impressed by your own skill. Sure, you were a little better than most at cooking, but everyone makes mistakes. You were elated not to have made many tonight.

Finally, as the final piece, you’d made a chocolate cake. Just as you brought it out of the fridge, you saw Mitch’s car pull up in the drive way, the two of them chatting outside for a bit. You quickly placed some fresh raspberries on top of the little baked good, dashing it back to the fridge before the door swung open.

“M’home, lovey!” Harry said from the foyer, kicking off his shoes. You floated through the house toward his voice, taking his hand.

“Come on,” you said, “want to show you something”

He eagerly followed you, not dropping your hand. Once in the dining room, you flipped around to face him once again.

“Surprise!” You squealed, revealing the table for two you’d set out; tall candles flickered in the dim room, pink and white flowered set about the table as well. Everything was tied together with a white table cloth, looking rather beautiful, you thought, though you didn’t want to brag too much.

“This is amazing, m’love, really,” He said, “So much better than mine last year”

“I know,” you said cheekily.

You jogged over to the island and brought over everything from the kitchen.

After setting the table up well enough together, the both of you sat down on either side of the table, like an old classic film.

The both of you began eating, sharing the enjoyment of the meal you’d made.

“You don’t know how lucky I feel,” Harry interjected, putting his utensils down and looking to you, “and I don’t just mean today, all the time. Y’make so many dull moments so bright, lovie. And even though m’gettin older, m’happy it’s with you.”

You felt tears in your eyes. You looked down, feeling more loved than ever.

“I’m lucky to have you as well, Harry,” you choked.

“Don’t,” he grinned, “I can see them coming.” He took his thumb to the corner of your eye, soaking up a little tear into the pad of his finger. You laughed, also wiping the tears off.

“I always cry on birthdays, you know this,” You whined, “This is a record though, god, haven’t even had cake yet!”

“Oh stop, you didn’t,” Harry said, “Baby, everything is so fucking perfect”

You laughed, hopping up to get cake from the fridge. You also made sure to grab a candle from the drawer.

Flicking the lighter, you illuminated the tiny white stalk and walked back over to the table. Placing the cake in front of him, you wrapped your arms around his shoulders. You left a soft kiss on his temple.

“Make a wish”

He thought for a moment, closing his eyes. A small smile crept across his face before blowing out the small candle. As the smoke swirled around, he held onto both of your hands.

“I love you y/n, so much,” He murmured.

“I love you most, Harry,” you replied.

To him, no matter what he wished for, everything was perfect, just as it was as long as you were there.

[usabitchikoi]

[soupyhsue]

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[tygerland]

Robert Pattinson at the premiere of Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, New York City, 12 November 2005.

[colorofviolence]

[swtkissy]

harry styles - venice film festival 2022

[sytules]

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𝐿𝑂𝑈𝐼𝑆 𝑇𝑂𝑀𝐿𝐼𝑁𝑆𝑂𝑁.

[myluvplace]

Late night talking

[stomperry]

🪐 spinning out waiting for you 🩶

🩵 to pull me in 🛰️

[userdagiva]

harry's (my) house

[mulledcherrywine]

Fittings

summary: your first Grammys with Harry !

A/N: Regret Me pt. 2 is in the works!! low on inspo atm BUT it will come to me eventually :,)

“Harry, i’m serious going to cry right now, swear to god” you said, on the edge of giving up on finding something for tomorrow night.

The Grammys had been up and coming for some time, but with both yours and Harry’s schedules being incredibly packed, you had no choice but to get styled at the very last minute.

Both of you being quite concerned with fashion and your overall image in terms of clothes, it was more than stressful.

“S’gonna be fine, baby,” Harry consoled, Harry L. adjusting a button on his collar, “We have all day, plus you look good in everything”

Lovingly rolling your eyes, the assistant stylists unzipped what felt like the ten thousandth thing you tried on.

Of course, because of ties and all that, you’d be wearing Gucci, but the selection was massive. Again, you were back at the rack they pulled looking for the next look.

“Okay,” Harry piped up again, “what do we think?”

He opened up his arms to display the full look. He wore a full leather suit - topless underneath.

“And then, we’re gonna add this” Harry L. said, draping a light green feather boa around Harry’s neck, “Personally, I think I did a great job”

His quip earned a laugh from Harry, causing him to teasingly smack him with the feathered scarf.

“H, you look amazing, that’s so, just, you” you beamed, picking at little imperfections on the jacket as you looked sweetly at him.

“Y/n?” one of the other stylists interrupted, “maybe this? It goes with his, that way it’ll sort of play off of it - looks good on camera, trust me”

Holding it up, she revealed what you could already tell - even without trying it on - would be the one.

The gown was a little more adventurous than you’d normally go, but nonetheless, still stunning. A lacy green fabric, and black cover-up garments underneath, as it was pretty see-through.

“Oh my god, you are just perfect” you beamed to her, “I could fully kiss you right now”

She gave you a teasing peck on the cheek before handing the dress over to you. After it was on, you knew it was right.

“You look incredible,” Harry said, gazing at you, arms crossed.

You beamed at him through the mirror, “Thank you, H”

“M’so excited,” He said, sounding like a little kid before his birthday, “Like, I know i’ve done shows and stuff before but, this is big, y’know?”

“It’s going to perfect”

“Only because you’re there with me,” He replied.

Harry L. scoffed lovingly, “Alright, should we leave you two then? Step out?”

“Sorry,” Harry laughed, “M’just happy”

[harryssonlyangel]

POV: dating Harry during the fall. Sigh. This is everything I want and need

[mfastilda]

tired tired sea moodboard

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[wxllsbzz]

it's raining man ♂️

[catrrylt]

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