#harry interacting with the camera i suppose

[kiwikiwiandkiwi]

Harry Styles Treat People With Kindness (Behind the Scenes)

[lizpottersworld]

౨ৎ never grow up. (sirius black x reader)

summary: you and sirius’ daughter is slowly growing up, and your love only grows stronger for your baby.

pairing(s): potter!reader, sirius black x reader, james potter x reader (platonic), harry potter x daughter (platonic), dad!siriusblack x children, mum!reader x children

i hope you enjoy this whilst I answer requests! if there are any more scenarios/imagine ideas, submit them here!

When your first daughter was born, you and Sirius always had the pestering fear of never being the best parents to your baby but the second you both laid eyes on your beautiful hazel eyed daughter, Emmie, you knew that was it for the two of you. She now had your hearts.

The rest of the world fell still and into black and white, your daughter taking all the colour and attention. She was your pride and joy, and you would go to crazy lengths to protect her. You hoped time would give you benefit of keeping her young and safe in your arms forever.

But the little finger holds, and nonsense babbling turned into loud giggles and the noise of tiny feet running around the house.

In the blink of an eye, she was your little princess who insisted on playing tea party with her Uncle Jamie and Uncle Remmy. With handmade diy crowns she had made with Sirius, giggling as the two put as much glitter and feathers on them as they could. And the pout on her face as you held the cookie jar in your hand, looking at your little girl’s adorable pleading wide eyes.

Oh, and her new fondness that she had developed for the baby in your tummy, mindlessly talking to her baby sibling about joining in on family nights and pressing sweet kisses onto your belly.

Then she grew up again so suddenly, now whining as the two of you and the baby in the pram fussed over getting a photo of her first day of big girl school. With her two plaits that Sirius had done for her, the thrilly yellow dress that you had picked out for her, and the small butterfly backpack that she had carefully picked out.

“Mummy! Daddy! Please can i go in now?” She pouted, looking up at the two of you with her wide eyes. Sirius looked back at the photos on the family digital camera with your son, Theodore on his hip, both grinning widely at the same little girl on the screen.

“Yes, you can Sweetheart.” You chuckle, crouching on the floor to bring her into a comforting hug. Not that she needed the comfort, she just wanted to go and play with some new friends, but you just couldn’t bear to let her go. Whilst she sneakily rubbed your tummy, in goodbyes to her sibling.

When a warm hand touched your shoulder only then did you loosen your grip and surface back to your normal height, taking your son from Sirius so he could also hug your little girl.

After the goodbyes, Emmie happily ran to the door where the teacher was stood ushering the kids in with a beautiful smile.

Then suddenly she was older, the ripe age of fourteen, starting high school as she reluctantly accepted any affection from you and Sirius in-front of the school gates.

Theodore was standing by your side, eyes wandering as he watched all the bigger kids walk into the school with his big eyes. Charmingly smiling at the teenage girls that giggled and waved kindly at the little boy. Always a charmer, supposing he got that from his dad.

“Seriously, Mum you’re kind of embarrassing me,” she huffed as you stroked admiringly at her luscious black hair, “I told you, you should have just dropped me around the corner.” She frowned, looking around at the bigger kids who she claimed were staring.

“I love you too, Sweetheart.” You rolled your eyes humourlessly, adjusting your grasp on your son’s hand as he attempted to swing his lunch box.

“Have a good day princess, I love you.” Sirius added, a chuckle here and there at the last interaction. Emmie’s hazel doe eyes looked up at her dad, a daring smile on her lips, the same cheeky smile her dad had wore when he was her age.

“Bye Theo.” She said, ruffling her brother’s hair as he groaned and protested, “Bye, Char Char.” She grinned widely, pressing a kiss to the baby resting on your hip. Then she was walking off with confidence in her step towards the school doors.

“She used to be our little baby, and i’m worried now that she thinks we hate her for little small things.” You let a few tears slip as Sirius look’s through the camera at all the time that you both took for granted. Naturally, as a fifteen year old, your daughter took a liking to acting like the both of you had troubled her endlessly when in reality you only informed her of dinner.

“Oh darling, please don’t cry,” Sirius hushed you, bringing your head into his neck crevice whilst you clambered into his lap. “She knows we love her, and she loves us, shes just going through a teenager phase.” He comforted you, free hand caressing the bare of your back under your loose shirt.

Mindlessly not realising that your precious daughter was stilled and paused outside your bedroom door, on her way to grab a drink from the kitchen. Very aware of the tears that were slipping from her mums eyes.

“Mum, i’m sorry.” Emmie frowned as she walked into your bedroom later that night, coming to your side as you relaxed at her presence. You swore your eyes glassed over right then and there.

“It’s okay Sweetheart, You’re allowed to feel angry sometimes, we just need to deal with it differently.” You softly told her, moving over on the bed so she could hopefully join you. Which she did. Tucking into your side just like she used when she was younger, you immediately bought her in closer as you both observed the movie on the tv.

“I do love you, you know that right?” She frowned, looking up at you with the same brown eyes that she had been blessed with when she was born.

“Of course, and i love you too.” You replied, pressing a soft kiss to the crown of her head, pulling the duvet over your tired bodies.

Then she was moving out. Boxes littered all over her bedroom in the midst of moving them to the car. Now she really was being taken away from yours and Sirius’ hands, she really had grown up. Nineteen, moving into her first apartment in London, all by herself.

Well, not really by herself, your brothers son, Harry, her cousin, they decided to move in together. Secretly not wanting to be alone.

It was sweet. They both had gone through being toddlers playing together and causing mischief in high school together to now, newly adults waiting to start a new chapter in life.

Five of you; Sirius, James, Harry, Emmie and yourself all trying to bring the boxes into their three bedroom flat. Whilst Charlotte and Lily accompanied each-other in the car, the latter wanting to hear all about her nieces teenage love life. Invested in all the gossip that she wouldn’t get from young Harry again now that he was a drive away and not in the same house as her.

Wasn’t long until they were all unpacked and you were still desperately trying to find things to do and occupy yourself with so you didn’t have to leave.

“Mum, i think you’ve done possibly everything there is to do.” Theodore complained, probably tired from all the heavy carrying. Emmie smiled and laughed, wiping her hard worked hands onto the back of her jeans.

“He’s right mum, thank you though.” She widely grinned, eyes twinkling with hope and excitement for a new chapter in life. Sirius was holding you by the waist pressing tired kisses into your neck, assumably trying to comfort your stressed form. Which worked, as you immediately relaxed.

“I just want to make sure that both you and Harry are safe here.” You defended, turning your head to kiss your husband on the cheek in thanks.

“What she means is she just doesn’t want to leave you.” James raised an eyebrow as you scolded him and hit him on the shoulder. Either James was really good at hiding reactions (he wasn’t) or the reality of his first son leaving home hadn’t hit him. Most probably the latter one, he was your brother after all, you two were alike.

“Thank you for everything mum and dad, i love you both.” Emmie smiled, bringing the two of you into a quiet but warm embrace.

“Don’t forget we’re only twenty minutes away!” You rushed to add, earning an eye roll and a smirk from your daughter. “Same for you too, Harry, seriously you two. One. Call. Away.” You meaningfully told them, empathising the last words.

“Trust me, you wouldn’t let us forget.” Harry smirked at his joke, earning low chuckles from everyone in the room but you. “I’m joking, Aunt y/n, we appreciate it, really.” He genuinely smiled as the two ushered everyone to the door.

You let out a defeated hmph, saying all your final goodbyes as you and Sirius headed back to the car, hands enclasped in love.

“Our first baby’s all grown up.” You sigh, turning to your husband with a sad smile. Whilst he had a matching one, pressing a soft kiss to your lips.

“And you two are too, now come on you babies!” James exclaimed from in front, jogging ahead to assumably get back to his newborn who is definitely hungry.

“Aren’t you a little bit sad, Jamie?” You scoffed lightly, a smile playing at your lips knowingly. His eyes met yours and emotion danced all around in them, glassed over with held back tears.

“We’ll see them soon.” He settled for, reassuring look on his face probably to comfort himself. “If not, i’ll have to fake fancy holidays just to have a gathering.” He smirked.

[justmystyles]

Series

Now You're In My Life

summary: a chance meeting at a diner turns your world upside-down and leads you on a whirlwind romance with one of the biggest pop stars in the world.

(More Than) One Shots

(One shots that got away from me, but aren't quite a series.)

Lost (2 Parts) Lose You to Love Me A run-in with your childhood sweetheart brings up old memories, and lingering feelings. Lost and Found You and Harry reconnected a month ago, and he insisted you come along for the final show. when your emotions start to get the better of you, you wonder if you and Harry could ever really just be friends.

End of the Road (2 Parts) Home Stretch As the tour comes to an end, the schedule starts to visibly take its toll on Harry, and you can't help but worry. Crossing the Finish Line It's the final show and Harry charms you into making good on a promise you made last time you were together.

Big Winners (3 Parts) Harry and Y/N have been friends for fifteen years, they finally work together on an album, and it leads them to a night that will change everything for them. Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

One Shots

All I Ask*

You're finally starting to get over Harry, what happens when fate brings you back together?

Having Your Baby

You get some life changing news, and come up with the perfect way to tell your husband.

Wallflower

You're sitting alone at a wedding, can a handsome stranger help you come out of your shell?

Line of Fire

You and Harry have been keeping your relationship off the radar, but his concern for you overwhelms his need for privacy.

Coming Home To You*

Harry comes home early and catches you by surprise in the best way possible.

Scars

Can Harry be the comfort you need after falling back into old habits?

Ooh La La

After a revelation on movie night, you and Harry decide to reenact one of the scenes.

Love Don’t Cost A Thing

Harry loves to spoil you, but you're having a hard time adjusting to his lavish lifestyle.

The Battle in Barcelona

A crazy crowd at the airport comes between you and Harry.

Misplaced Emotion

As Harry prepares to jump back into the spotlight, he has a hard time re-adjusting to public life, and it manifests in the wrong way.

Good News All Around

You reach a big milestone in your life, but feel overshadowed when you call to tell Harry about it.

Perfect Harmony

You're in the final days of the tour, and Harry makes a suggestion that ends up changing everything.

Lights, Camera, Action

What was supposed to be just another job becomes the start of something new.

Business or Pleasure?

You return to Love on Tour after an extended break, but after your last interaction, you come back to an awkward situation with Harry.

Reigning it In

You're about to participate in your first horse show, but the nerves overwhelm you. Harry finds you just in time.

Family Portrait

Harry has a couple of heartfelt surprises for you while you're visiting him on tour.

All or Nothing*

You find a new way to tease Harry during a tour visit, which leads to a new way to drive him crazy.

With this Ring

Harry takes his commitment to you to a new level.

Veiled Insecurities

Harry has some insecurities about your relationship, but instead of talking to you about them, they end up coming out in the wrong way.

Heart Song

As a former member of the Love on Tour band, and current girlfriend of Harry, he asks you to reprise your spot for the final show.

Road to Recovery

After reading some negative comments about yourself, you nearly spiral back into old habits. you try to keep it from Harry, but he finds out and confronts you about it.

A Work of Art

After procrastinating for a few weeks, you finally make moves to finish your assignment, but run into an unexpected road block.

He's Not Me

You introduce Harry to the guy you're seeing, and you see a side of him you've never seen before and are shocked by his reasoning.

Sharing is Caring

You can't find your favorite handbag, Harry assures you he doesn't have it, but you see some photos tell a different story

Cantaloupe

In this one shot/flash forward from the Now You're In My Life storyline, you and Harry recap the big news from your family's Thanksgiving dinner.

Like Riding a Bike

Despite being on break, Harry manages to find his way back onstage.

Fa La La La Freakout

You will be meeting Harry's family for the first time over the holidays, and you are desperate for them to like you.

The Morning After

The morning after Harry's 30th birthday, you're hungover and Harry reminds you of your drunken actions from the night before, leading to a conversation you never expected.

Baby-Baby-Baby

Harry meets his niece for the first time, the joy and excitement are quickly replaced with a whole new set of feelings when his best friend, Y/N joins him at the hospital.

Smoke & Mirrors

Harry asks you to move to London with him, but a new opportunity for him makes things a little more complicated than you'd both expect.

(*) - NSFW

[sassyfrassboss]

The Queen's equerry ... Remember the time in 2018/19, when the Prince of Wales investiture regalia was displayed at Buck Palace? There was event at BP, and the queen, Charles, Camilla, W+C were supposed to view the exibit. Harry and Meghan were not invited for this but crashed that event anyway, and tried to come in shot of the camera while the family was walking along the exhibit. And tried to enter the banquet room ahead of the queen.

This very equerry then walked up to them, stopped them and told them they can't proceed. He kept them out of the pictures and away from the family and the exhibit while it was being filmed. Like he physically blocked them! They tried walking ahead twice. He only let them proceed once the whole family had walked through the doors and he still did not let them enter or interact with group or greet any dignitaries waiting on the other side of the door.

Harry and meghan were offended that they weren't asked to be apart of the viewing of this exhibit, which as the name suggests, was for the (back then) current iand future Prince of Wales only. They were expecting Ted to be present with the rest of the royals in the banquet room but entered through the door right after the viewing party entered. They did this quite sneakily, pretended it was accidental and that they did not know they weren't supposed to be part of this.

What was more embarrassing was that all this was captured on video and some of the audio was also caught. You could hear their conversation in the first video out. Harry says 'we'll just go that way (pointing towards the table.' "we're just here. We'll stay, that's alright" and then "we'll go through" (they are then blocked and held back)

I think Meghan was angry about this and hence resented it that queen offered the help of her own equerry.

My favorite part of the video was Harry ushering Charles in ahead of him and Charles had a look on his face like "WTF are you doing here?"

You can tell by the direction they started to take they had every intention on walking right behind Charles but they were cut off and made to walk to the other side of the room and not be part of the viewing.

Then TQ calling Charles over and not paying any attention to the, at all.

I think there was a rumor at the time they weren't supposed to be there at all.

This is where Meghan spent a majority of the time talking about her pregnancy and belly cupping. I want to say they left early.

[anonymoushouseplantfan]

I need to review their 2022 press and figure out when they likely broke up.

My theory is they had problems since the Jubilee but the actual split was in December 2022.

It starts with The Cut interview for me. I think Harry probably started acting out that spring/early summer. There’s a quote in the article that Meghan talked about how she didn’t sign a NDA and there would come a time when she would talk, but not now. Many thought it was a threat to the BRF but I think it was a threat to Harry - do as I want or I’m going to tell everything.

I think it worked and Harry behaved for a bit but it completely collapsed when The Queen died and they were stuck in the UK for 2-3 weeks together in Frogmore. Remember, we know they watch the news and read the internet, and they were completely absent from most of the coverage concerning The late Queen. It was all exclusively about The late Queen, Charles, and William. And when they were mentioned, it was in the context of all their issues, lies, and misbehavior. And because we know they’re obsessed with the media, we also know that they know Meghan was “candled” and probably all the memes about it.

That’s when they split, IMO. Harry missed the family, Meghan hated being ostracized. Then came the Kerry Kennedy awards in NYC. There was some kind of PR over Meghan’s appearance at the awards ceremony that made it very clear she was angry about some kind of negotiations that weren’t going well. (I have to go back and check what the actual details are.) I fully suspect that Harry wasn’t supposed to be there with Meghan. The bystander/eyewitness reports of their arrival confirm it - the couple didn’t speak to each other or interact/engage with each other until they were in front of the cameras, then they became lovey-dovey in their usual over-the-top kind of way.

Because immediately after the Kerry Kennedy awards, we started getting separate/solo PR for both of them: Meghan wasn’t at any of Harry’s Spare interviews, only Meghan got the WME contract, Prince and Princess titles for the kids (which I suspect is a divorce negotiation), Frogmore “eviction,” only Harry at the coronation, and Meghan started solo papwalking again.

I agree that there were having issues by the time of the Queen’s funeral. I think Meghan was very upset about it being able to go to Scotland. After all, she named her daughter after QEII and then she wasn’t allowed to travel up. It makes her look kind of ridiculous (her own doing, of course).

And she looked weirdly emotional during the funeral (and there was that one single tear). I agree with you, that wasn’t about the Queen. That was aimed at Harry.

[hannysarang]

Control // Twenty Nine.

Summary: Draco hasn't been able to enjoy sex and a little birdie tells him Hermione likes to take control. Is he willing to give it up? Can Draco Malfoy give up control?

Chapter 29 ————————

“So do you see her more these days?��� asked Hermione. 

Nodding, Draco answered, “We’re in the same rooms sometimes and she drops by to say good night.”

Moving out of the way for someone walking opposite them, she added, “Is that enough for you?”

“It’s better than nothing. It’ll take a bit for everything to return to normal, I’m sure,” he shrugged. “But at least she tells me things directly instead of making Kreacher relay the message.”

“That’s good,” she hummed, opening the door for him. 

“Thank you,” said he before walking into the Ministry. “It’s weird hearing her telling me she loves me all the time since she rarely did so when I was younger.”

“Hermione, over here!”

Draco turned his head towards Harry’s voice and saw him standing with Kingsley and Ron. They were all dressed in formal wear, hair neatly set. 

“Hermione, you can go into that room and Draco, that one,” instructed Kingsley. 

“What’s going on?” Draco asked, confused. 

“I can’t believe Malfoy’s gonna be joining us on this,” Ron groaned. 

“Hermione, did you not tell him?” asked Harry. 

“I thought you’d have obviously told him when you invited him,” replied Hermione, sounding just as confused as Draco.

“What invite?” asked Draco, getting annoyed that he was being left out of the conversation.

“You didn’t invite him?” questioned Kingsley. 

“It was Ron’s job,” mentioned Harry.

“Ron, did you not invite Draco?”

“I didn’t feel the need to!” protested Ron, immediately shutting down the very chaotic conversation. “We don’t actually need him here.”

“Ron…” sighed Harry, shaking his head. 

“How’re you here, anyway, Malfoy? I literally didn’t invite you.”

“Hermione asked if I wanted to go with her to the Ministry today.”

“I thought you were supposed to come with me!”

“He was!” exclaimed Harry. 

“So what the hell was I supposed to be invited to? This conversation is going nowhere.”

The Minister cleared his throat, shutting up the four loudly arguing kids. “We’re making a statement about the official end of the Second Wizarding World. It may not feel necessary but a definitive ‘the end’ is never bad.”

“And those rooms?” he asked, eyeing the doors Kingsley had told him and Hermione to go in a few minutes ago.

“Gotta look good for the cameras, Mr. Malfoy,” Kingsley chuckled. 

Looking down at himself wearing the similar black suit he always wears, he said, “Is this not enough?”

“Ron, you could’ve made this whole interaction so much easier,” Hermione groaned. 

“Fine!” Ron exclaimed, obviously tired of being blamed for everything. “We’re announcing it at a ball.”

“So I’m getting ready for a ball,” Draco cleared up.

“Basically, yes,” said Harry.

“It’s an end of Voldemort party,” added Ron. “Just like an end of the year party.”

“Okay, that’s enough,” stated Kingsley, shutting up the arguing children. “Go get ready.”

With one last look at each other, Hermione and Draco strutted into the room Kingsley had directed them to when they first entered the building. Inside Draco’s room were men and women, ready to help him get ready. 

First thing he did — first thing he always does when he enters a room with people — was scan everyone’s face, trying to figure out how everyone felt about him, about Draco Malfoy. He was either losing his people reading skills or everyone in the room seemed neutral towards him. 

Feeling a little awkward, not having had anyone help him get ready for years, he stood on the platform in front of the tall mirror.

As someone started to measure him, he cleared his throat and said, “I could’ve just brought a suit from the Manor. I have more than enough.”

The man holding the ruler stiffened, clearly considering the possibility. “Would you have a classic suit?”

Holding back the urge to roll his eyes, Draco replied, “Have you seen me?”

“White shirt, thin black tie, black suit, black pants.”

Summoning Kreacher, Draco told the man, “Talk to my house elf about it, he’ll bring it over.”

As Draco got off the platform and sat on the couch, he heard a few people talking amongst themselves. Though he couldn’t pick up everything they said, the few words he heard were elves, pureblood, slavery, and Hermione.

He made a mental note to never call Kreacher again when he was with strangers. Not for his own rep, since he didn’t give a shit much about himself, but for Hermione. He didn’t want her to be associated with someone who was an entitled pureblood, enslaving house elves and abusing them. 

But he also wasn’t going to explain himself to strangers.

Kreacher eventually returned with a well ironed suit and the whispering across the room didn’t stop even after the elf left. But nevertheless, Draco stood on the platform in front of the mirror once more. 

Though he hadn’t gotten this treatment in years, he was used to being helped while getting ready. So naturally, he unbuttoned his black shirt and handed it to the man standing to his side. Then, he undid his belt and pushed his trousers down after kicking his shoes off. 

A small gasp was heard from the room and he whipped his head back to see why. But the lady who had gasped was looking at him with big eyes, eyes just not on his face. 

Confused, he turned to the mirror to assess himself and realised that the chastity cage was exaggerating the bulge in his underwear.

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[oliveroctavius]

Did you check out the first issue of the new Ultimate Spider-Man? I'd be curious to see your thoughts

I was planning on letting it pass by me, zen-like. I kind of... disapprove of the entire concept. The more redundant universes Marvel creates (note that I say redundant, in that I like some AUs with recognizably different heroes and story lines) the more it approaches a DC-like level of story fragmentation, where nothing has to matter and everything runs on vibes. Every new restart survives an even shorter amount of time. It's a death spiral.

But alright. I may not know who Hickman is but some other people seem to like him. I'm Charlie Brown, the new title is a football, here's some of the whistling my foot makes as it flies through the air.

First off a disclaimer: comics are into longform storytelling these days, so almost nothing happens in this issue by design. This is a setup, not a story. I can point out some pettier dislikes, but I can't know what might turn out well yet.

I get that this is going to tie in to the Maker, but calling this USM is a bogus decision that is going to cause so much confusion down the line. It's like they didn't want to admit they were setting up yet a third story. See above grouch about redundant universes.

Uncle Ben being alive instead of Aunt May is a hell of a decision. But I like Hell Of A Decisions if they're pulled off with confidence. I miss og USM's ponytailed gentle old hippie Uncle Ben, I admit. He had a surprising amount of characterization, which I always liked about that series.

I... do not get... why they are homewrecking Robbie + JJJ for Ben. Like, I'm kind of offended on Robbie's behalf. og USM already put some of Robbie's plotlines into Ben--I mean, Ben Urich's hands, but this is more based on 616, isn't it? Robertson's personal moral compass and how that interacts with his job and his safety and his journalistic ethics AND his relationship with Jameson's short-sighted tendencies have been the core of his character for 60 years. Could we not think of something new for Uncle Ben to be doing instead of overwriting an existing character relationship and adding next to nothing to it? And Robbie's there and just kind of fine with the Kingpin's proposal as far as we see so far. This is probably my biggest complaint.

The kids could be an interesting element, but we don't really see any of that yet so it's purely potential.

The Harry fans seem to like this new Harold and his visual design so far. I suppose he's not fully flavorless but the flavor that is there is like. Salt and pepper.

MJ could stand to look older and have more characterization but that is not an original observation. Wait, she's definitely based off her 616 self and not her USM self isn't she? God why DID they call this USM, this is a structural publishing nightmare

The Goblin design is what people think the Raimi goblin costume was, which is not exactly a compliment. Also I *know* I'm the Goblin Fan but are there, really no other villains you could think of to open with? No? Is this the only plot point that's ever going to get adapted over and over again? Maybe it will be good and I'll be glad, I think! And then imagine Charlie Brown and the football again.

Another thing that really got me was the churning camera angles on some of the simplest scenes here. I respect the dutch angle hustle, Chechetto, but if I'm feeling seasick while trying to follow a scene where people have a conversation while sitting down then you might want to rethink your strategy.

To misquote Roger Ebert for a second, "the penciler has learned from better comics that artists sometimes tilt their panels, but it seems he has not learned why."

[skylarmoon71]

Savitar (Flash) : Fanfiction - Extra

You’ve been gone for a while. 

Barry is used to getting your texts and emails about updates about your ‘mutual’ friend.

It’s been about two months since you and Savitar have been on the road. Barry isn’t worried per se. You know how to handle yourself. There’s also a contingency plan should Savitar try anything. Harry was adamant on using the very same nanobots in your body to protect you from speedsters. Safe to say they have taken every precaution.

That’s why he expects your usual email or text around this time. Everyone is just lounging around the cortex. Iris had stopped by to have lunch. Cisco was bickering with Harry as per usual. HR was off with Tracy as she built her empire. Caitlin was just watching her friends as she typed away on her computer.

When the familiar ding echoed, Barry smiled.

“Hey, (Y/N)’s email is here!”

They were flocked around the computer in seconds.

When he opened the email, the link to the video wasn’t what he was expecting. He scanned it, and the image of you smiling made him weary.

He clicked the video, anxiously anticipating what it was about.

“Hey Barry, and everyone else. I’m pretty sure you’re all flocked around the computer right now.”

“Damn, are we really that predictable?” Cisco mumbled. Harry just rolled his eyes.

“I know this might be sudden, but I’ve had a lot of time to think. I’ve decided that I’m going to go to Washington and help Savitar start over.”

To say the statement was a shock would have been an understatement. Iris caught the loose sparks that bounced off Barry’s hand for a second. Yet, he didn’t move.

“I’ve realized that I..I really care about him and I want to protect him with all I have. I know he can become better. I want to be there when he becomes someone he can smile at in the mirror. Savitar is kind, grumpy and really just scared. He’s terrified to end up alone. A fear that all of us have faced before.”

Iris takes Barry’s hand, giving a squeeze.

“I..I think I might actually be in love with him.”

You play with your hair bashfully.

“It’s crazy saying it out loud.”

You’re blushing on the screen, and Barry actually laughs, despite the clear sorrow that is displayed on his face.

“I wish I was brave enough to tell you all in person. I don’t want you all to worry about me. If you ever need me, just call. I’ll be there. Of course I’ll come back to visit. For now, my top priority is to protect Savitar. I hope you all understand. “

You wipe away your tears on the screen, still sporting a smile.

Your head turns, and they all catch the blush as you look over.

“S-Savitar! H-How long have you been standing there?”

“Long enough. So you’re in love with me huh?”

“I-I said think.”

They haven’t seen him appear on the screen yet, but Barry is surprised at how light Savitar's tone sounds. He finally appears at your side, and he looks at the camera.

“I promise I’ll keep her safe.”

Barry isn’t the only one shocked at the statement, or the fondness and sincerity in his gaze. You’re still looking at Savitar like he’s the most precious jewel in the world and it’s at that moment that Barry understands.

Savitar turns back to you and the color of your cheeks seem to be getting brighter.

“W-Why are you looking at me like that?”

“I don’t know what you mean (Y/N).”

He tucks a lock of your hair behind your ear and you stammer.

“W-When did you become so smooth!” You protest.

The others are watching the interaction and laughing.

Savitar smirks.

“Y-You know exactly what you’re doing!”

Savitar is still smiling and when he pulls you in for a kiss, you squeak. Your hands fumbles and he smiles into the kiss. You pull back, clearly embarrassed.

“S-Savitar the camera is still rolling..”

You’re saying that, but when he leaves a kiss on your cheek and then your neck, you don’t exactly stop him. He glances at the screen, shutting it off and Barry and the others just stare.

“Well…it looks like her strategy is working.” Cisco says awkwardly.

He supposes in some ways, Savitar will always be a little devious. 

[xknivesandpensx]

Like Pieces of a Puzzle

Chapter 14

Summary: What if Harry wasn't the only extra student called upon to participate in the Triwizard Tournament? Far from the most popular candidate, Draco not only has to take on the trials but also deal with his unexpected feelings for Hermione. Will he be able to face the challenges as well as follow his heart? Chapter length will vary. I'll be referencing both the books and movie versions. Some things from what I've previously written will be mentioned, all of which you can find here.  And for those who asked to be tagged: @dayane245love

Draco hardly heard a word Ludo Bagman said, not truly able to get himself to care. The classroom was filled with not only the champions but their respective headmasters and a woman he never met before, who for the moment hovered in the background. Unfortunately, his mind kept drifting back to Potions, to Hermione.

What if Pansy or another Slytherin caught him grab Hermione’s hand? Sure, he automatically reached out in regards to the venom she almost touched, but any guesses could turn into wild accusations. Which he really didn’t need. He supposed acting like nothing happened would be the best course of action to take. And he knew almost confessing his feelings held the potential to haunt him for days, if not longer.

When Draco started paying attention again, Bagman mentioned taking a few photos, an aspect he didn’t mind, (even if he was asked to remove his POTTER STINKS badge). Fleur sat on a chair in the middle, situating herself comfortably. Her golden blonde hair fell down the length of her back, tied into a neat ponytail. Both Cedric and Viktor were told to stand directly behind, their height aiding them, while both Harry and Draco took either end.

The camera went off a total of three times before Rita introduced herself. “Of course, I’m sure you all know I work for the Daily Prophet. But what the people are interested in is the five of you. What makes this group set apart from the rest, the reasons behind your bold choices to enter such a dangerous competition.”

Draco tried not to roll his eyes at her fairly intuitive speech. Her flashy appearance spoke volumes, hair set in elaborate curls, a pair of jeweled glasses studded in rhinestones, crimson painted nails, red lips, and a flashy shade of green making up her outfit.

She circled the group as she went on. “I say we get these interviews started. Who’s up for sharing?” No one made a sound in response, leading Rita to make the choice herself. “Of course, we should start with the youngest.”  

Now Draco really did roll his eyes as she pulled Harry from the room. Rita made it very obvious who she wanted to talk to first.

He spent a good ten minutes aimlessly lost in thought, mostly thinking he had much better things to be doing, before he bothered to speak to anyone. “I bet she’s getting the full backstory of the famous Boy Who Lived.” Draco directed his nonchalant set of words at Viktor, for Fleur and Cedric started a conversation of their own.

“From what I can tell Harry is a decent person.” At least from what he gathered during their minor interactions. “I have to say, you said some unfavorable things the night we were chosen. Unlike many at Durmstrang, I disagree.”

Draco almost forgot he called Hermione a Mudblood in front of them and insulted Ron too. Then proceeded to get into a fight – not the greatest way to show the solidarity Dumbledore expected of them, though he hardly took his opinions into consideration. 

“Given Karkaroff doesn’t allow Muggle-born students, I’m surprised you think otherwise.” It caught him off-guard. Maybe in a way, it confused him more than anything else.

“His beliefs don’t reflect my own,” Viktor simply answered, maintaining his usual stoic state. “I’ve heard one of Hogwarts best students is in your year and she is Muggle-born.”

Obviously, he meant Hermione. Just alluding to her name caused him to feel a slight tautness along his muscles. Suddenly, Draco wished he hadn’t said anything at all. It brought her back to the forefront of his mind. Her picture a clear image in his head.

Lucius announced very early on about what separated them from other wizards. Even when the Chamber of Secrets opened and students started getting petrified, he favored the results. Draco, now upon reflection, wondered how he wished the same fate upon Hermione.

“Ah yes, Granger. She’s hardly worth mentioning. More of a stuck-up, know-it-all than anything else really,” he replied, using his irritation in the form of a slight.  

“I do not think it wise to insult one of Harry’s friends.” Viktor tried not to judge the younger competitors too harshly. Draco seemed very much like Igor, their similarities apparent. “It does nothing but makes you out to be the sort who cares little for the opinions of others. Especially when they don’t meet your own.”

“He pretty much hit the mark, hasn’t he?” Harry, thanks to Dumbledore’s interruption, managed to get away from Rita and the small broom cupboard she squeezed them into. “She asked for you next. I’m sure you’ll have loads to tell her.”

Draco sneered yet otherwise said nothing in reply. He had quite enough of him for one day and thought sharing the extra placement in the tournament was a bit unfair. Any attention he gained became shadowed by Harry.

He walked to the other side of the room and took the offered chair.

“Unfortunately, Dumbledore has restricted us to the classroom. A Quick-Quotes Quill is all right? Excellent.” Rita didn’t even pause for a response, ready to jump right in. “Now tell me, how does it feel to be competing against the famous Harry Potter? Nervous?

Draco bit back the urge to complain. He saw his chance to appear more put together, to make a good impression and maybe even get a few jabs at Harry. A smugness filled his expression. “Hardly. He can barely handle the most basic spells. He prefers to boast more than anything else.”

“Am I sensing a bit of a rivalry between you two?” Rita asked, taking the opportunity to gain more information. “What was he like when you met him? Still traumatized by the death of his parents?”

He paused for a moment, watching the quill scribble away. “Significantly rude, actually. Practically snubbed my offer of friendship. A missed opportunity on his part. But isn’t this interview supposed to be about me? Not that I couldn’t offer many details involving Potter’s true personality and how he isn’t as everyone perceives him.”

“Quite right. We’ll circle back.” She nodded to her quill, which flipped to a new page. “Now your family is rather tradition based, are they not? Very proud people. Is it possible their high expectations encouraged you to enter?”

“I didn’t put my name in,” Draco automatically replied. “Whoever did has yet to be found. I consider it about time someone recognized my abilities. I may fare better than those older than me considering my lineage.”

“Very sure of yourself, I see.” Rita took a second to look him over. “Speaking of, the Malfoy’s are closely linked to You-Know-Who, not only through your father, but through relatives as well. Just between us, and my many readers, do you support their cause?”

His brows furrowed at the question. It thew him off the same as when Moody brought Voldemort into their conversation. He cleared his throat, however, trying to hide his annoyance. If she aimed to make him look bad, he wouldn’t be surprised. Narcissa never said anything good in relation to her articles, though Lucius favored any snippets that turned a negative light on Dumbledore.  

“He was acquitted of any crime.” Draco drew his gaze towards the group of professors, none were paying him any mind, too absorbed in rehashing the same complaints. “As a reporter, you should know all about it.”

He dodged answering the actual question she placed. Draco spent his whole childhood under a general feeling of regret that Voldemort never succeeded in his goals. He was prudently reminded not to express such sentiments outside of close friends and family. He almost pictured the Dark Lord as a story, despite his obvious realness. After all, he vanished soon after his first birthday. In a way, Draco sustained his ideals because he knew little else, but the support became expected and therefore not once did he consider believing differently.

“And how does it feel to be the son of a Death Eater? Or former Death Eater, as they say. Such an immense weight for someone so young to bear,” Rita added, putting on an air of curiosity.

“How does this hold any importance?” Draco asked. He knew there were wizards out their who’d love to shine a light on his families ties with Voldemort yet he didn’t expect her to go anywhere near the subject.

His cagey retort caused a hum of interest to follow, and Rita eagerly leaned a little closer so she could properly hear whatever else he may give away. “Has it caused a lot of friction between Harry and yourself given a relative of yours aided in the murder of his parents?”

Obviously, she meant Sirius Black. But to bring up Lily and James? Well, he supposed he hadn’t considered it. Her sheer lack of tact and intent to back him into a corner gave Draco the impression he better end things now before he said anything else Rita could use against the Malfoy reputation.

“I think I’m finished here. Wait until my father hears how you conduct interviews.” He rose from the seat, unable to move more than a step after her hand shot out and grabbed hold of his left arm. The chair skid on the wooden floor from his sudden halt.

Rita looked up at him, presenting a (fake) smile full of earnest concern. “So defensive. You wouldn’t happen to be hiding something?”

Draco yanked free, sending a glower in her direction. “You won’t find the Dark Mark if that’s what you’re hoping for.” Realizing he might’ve spoken too loudly, a silent, undetectable flare of panic stretched between his lungs. Only once he reassured himself no one’s attention veered his way did Draco notice the quill continuing to scribble away. He swiped the notepad from midair, a line of ink pulled down to the bottom of the sheet. “What’s this rubbish? I’m certainly not tormented by my family’s dark past, nor am I scared of it. I think you ought to try real journalism or at least know who you’re trying to make a mockery of.”

“Oh Draco, you are so similar to Harry.” She stood, plucking her notebook from his loose hold. “Both so determined. In fact, you share the same reckless attitude and desperate need for attention. It’s written all over that young, impressionable face of yours.”

“Forgive the interruption,” Dumbledore announced, having caught a few unfavorable words (as he tended to keep a preceptive ear). “If you could restrain from interrogating the students it’d be much appreciated. Unless, of course, you’d prefer to have me or another headmaster present for the duration of your discussions.”

Rita plastered another false grin. “Certainly, there’s no need. In fact, I think I’ve got everything I require. I’m ready for the next competitor. Cedric, if you may.”

Draco sauntered off as she ushered the last Hogwarts champion towards her.

“I see your interview went as spectacular as my own,” Harry offered, rather amused at the other’s sullen demeanor. If he really heard where the conversation drifted concerning his parents, his mood would’ve been far less pleased.

“Shove off, Scarhead.” Draco banged roughly into his shoulder as he passed, determined to take a note from Viktor and stay stashed away in the corner. If he mentioned the absurdity of Rita’s questions to his father then he’d remedy the problem for sure.

For the moment, however, he’d have to wait out the other’s conversations and probably take more pictures. All of which would probably drag into dinner.

Hermione assumed it to be the reason since neither competitor showed up. She sat at the end of the table, secluded enough to talk to Ginny, filling her in on all the details concerning what happened in class. Her last sentence ended in rather annoyed huff. “I just don’t know what to make of it. He's acting very strange lately.”

“Well, this is Malfoy we’re talking about.” Ginny paused, tilting her head, and reconsidered her statement. “I was skeptical at first, but what if he actually does like you? That would explain things, wouldn’t it?”

“I don’t think it’s possible.” Hermione started pushing her food around the plate. She wanted to consider it an option more than anything. “My parents are Muggles. He’s never seen me as an equal before and I doubt he’ll change his opinion. I feel positively dimwitted considering the option to be true. Besides, I think I ought to spend my time focusing on helping Harry in the tournament and on S.P.E.W instead.”

She wondered who’d try to aid Draco in the challenges. Undoubtedly, even Cedric’s close friends were willing to spend their days by his side if needed. Crabbe and Goyle always remained near Malfoy, nonetheless neither happened to be very bright.

“How is Harry handling it?” Ginny hadn’t said much to him since the Goblet chose him. She hung back, not willing to get engulfed in the sea of people usually crowding him.

“If he and Ron made up, probably much better.” She sighed, sparing a moment to glance in his direction. Fred and George sat next to their younger brother, sharing a laugh.

“He can be very stubborn. I tried talking to him myself. He refused to listen to me. Kept going on regarding picking sides or whatever.” Ginny shrugged before she took a sip of her pumpkin juice. “So, you’re going to do what about Malfoy exactly?”

Hermione provided herself a moment to stall by shoving a forkful of food in her mouth. The answer should be nothing because in reality her options were extremely limited. Yet one particular sentenced kept popping in her head. One he didn’t finish. She conceded to the notion of him grabbing her hand as an unintentional reflex, nothing else made sense.

“Think on it some other day?” Her qualms surfaced, breaking across her face. “Oh, I don’t know. Why can’t I fancy a boy who isn’t as complicated as Draco Malfoy? I must be mental.” She dropped her head onto her arms.

“I feel that way about Harry too,” Ginny admitted, able to empathize. “He’ll never look at me the way he does Cho. I still have a bit of a hard time talking to him, which isn’t helpful.”

Hermione placed her chin on her arms, thinking on it. “Maybe you should take your own advice and go out with other people. Try relaxing around him. I think Harry might take a bit more notice to you if you’re a little more yourself.”

“I suppose you’re right. I’ll give it a go if I happen to catch anyone’s attention.” Soon afterwards they went back to eating and let their discussion drift to casual chatter, until dinner ended anyway. “Want to walk back to the common room together?”

“Tomorrow? I need to talk to Professor Moody.” Hermione noticed his seat at the head table remained vacant, so she assumed his classroom was the best place to check.

His absence presented an open opportunity to ask about the tournament. While Hermione didn’t relish the idea of doubting Moody’s innocence, the newest staff member became a good starting point on who placed Harry and Draco’s name in the cup.

The two girls went their separate ways as Hermione considered the most respectable way to start her line of questioning. And hopefully prevent him from forming any accusatory conclusions, not that she’d blame him. Dumbledore trusted him and that should chase away any reservations.

[goongiveusnothing]

I feel bad for the credible actors that have had to work alongside Harry. Since Fionn Witehead, it’s been more than apparent that none of these professional actors like him or enjoy having entire press conferences hijacked by his uncontrollable desire to be the centre of attention at all times. Florence obviously hates him, and why wouldn’t she? She’s an acclaimed actress who had to work her way up…sharing top billing with a random pop star who can barely hardly deliver a coherent sentence. David Dawson and Emma Corrin don’t seem to ~adore~ him half as much as his stans are pretending they do. Sure, they seem cordial enough — because they don’t want to be bullied relentlessly by his vicious fanbase. It’s all so laughable, honestly

It's fascinating. Even Angelina Jolie was very dismissive of him and when asked if her kids were excited to meet him she immediately pivoted right to how excited they were to meet Ma Dong-Seok after having watched Train to Busan. She also recently attended a Maneskin concert with Shiloh and looked very passionate about it, knowing all the lyrics... so far neither has shown up to a Harry Styles concert, despite how many he's done in the US.

I think also it's so noticeable he thought he could carry the cutesy little rogueish interviews where he'd sort of play off Niall or Liam and people would find him charming in contrast as they played the straight man and he'd get to do his little brattish thing, but in a way he thought was charming. Also him trying desperately to create these forced bromance/ship moments between them, something he immediately tried doing with Mitch as well but that flopped. Fionn was not interested in any of that and could see right through it.

I remember at the time not buying into the Narry bromance despite how many people in the fandom did. It was so clearly forced and a thing mostly forced by Harry. Niall was like Fionn, looking so tired by him and so exhausted by his need to steal the limelight and trying to be deliberately cutesy when it didn't feel natural or wasn't really how they interacted in private or in real life. Just a forced thing for the cameras. And what happened after 1D, Niall and Harry barely acted like the other was alive. Because none of that faux cutesy bromancey stuff Harry was pushing had been real, it had all been a thing Harry knew fans would eat up, and that was it. That's all Harry thinks about in these interactions. How will it play? Will the fans make a little montage of this? Will people talk about how charming and likable and fun I am?

It's very very noticeable how boring and tedious his supposed charm must get after a while. He acted like a self indulged brat in both interview sessions. First of course just giggling and giving dummy answers and trying to be cutesy to Gemma or whatever in Venice, then in Toronto he has to try and hog Emma's limelight and try and attempt a forced viral "cute" moment and totally tries to steal all the attention. It's so boring. And one of the reasons it's so boring is it's so forced. He doesn't even seem to really feel any of this. There's no real chemistry between him and anyone else as he does these things. It's all very him him him.

It's also clear that in private he does nothing to maintain these friendships or relationships. His social circle for years has just been the Azoffs, Winston, Corden, the Gerbers, Xander and girlfriend and now Olivia. That's literally it. A bunch of people most of us would steer well clear from. His fans want us to believe the most charming interesting endearing empathetic man on the planet has just managed to be completely friendless from everyone else by choice?

[cishetamine]

lily rose depp

they were calling her a nepo baby

ticketmaster investigation

i waited in that queue for 7 fucking hours

i waited 7 hours

and my dad waited 7 hours

the cheapest tickets were like $200

and taylor swift’s apology was so fucking bullshit

i do feel like it wasn’t totally in her control

harry stiles and ed sheeran

they

he’s the #1 most listened person on spotify!

i was so pissed off on tuesday

i saw how long the queue was when i tried to join

he paid like $500 for VIP

the fees are bad!

yeah they add up!

i’ve been scouting out tickets

it was row 2 of the 3rd tier

it should’ve been 80, it bumped up to 120 in fees

so i decided i was

there’s an app they were promoting on tiktok

you pay like a monthly membership and u get like a shitload of discounts

i hope ticketmaster gets like taken down

this is the community college i’m gonna go to!

i’d be terrified to—

did you sign up for classes next semester?

hopefully i can transfer to UIC

wait what

are you..a sophomore with your credits?

seems like their studies were interrupted

college algebra i should be okay with but biology is just not my thing

i’m gonna take speech next semester, which is required for PR

it’s so fun watching her interact with the snow

baby’s first snow

public speaking

it’s a requirement for my major

my brother took it for

business degree

i hate listening to my voice on camera

you have to talk abt stupid things

he did his on why videogames are like bad for kids

which they don’t talk abt in college as much these days. bc they’re like too talked about

the last 2 months of my philosophy class last year we just did political debates like every single day

ppl are afraid teachers won’t grade them fairly bc there’s lots of opinion and bias

canadian college

abortion and euthanasia were all not allowed

ooh there’s the dugout

is that a bar?

is that the rooftop right there?

it’s actually really cute.

ohh! he’s going on a cruise i think! with like regina’s family over thanksgiving.

he straight up told me that [pronoun indecipherable] doesn’t like having sex

like receiving it?

you’re so selfish

what’s wrong with you!

i saw her private story

all she does is post like carter and monty, that’s it.

when she got accepted she said she hasn’t even toured it yet

she skipped it to go to starbucks with us

i’ve never met anyone lazier in my fucking life

community college

you don’t wanna end up like her that’s for sure

my mom said

if you’re gonna drop out and never go back,

i was telling

holding me here against my will

your family needs a reality tv show

it would get so many views

sister

my parents had to flush her pills down the toilet

bc you’re only supposed to be taking them for like 2 weeks

her like SCREAMING in the background. like SCREAMING

she was hooked on oxy

i’m excited for the new season

they canceled it!

They canceled it?!!??

there was rumors about a bunch of major actors leaving the show

sidney sweeney

trump supporter

i love when the internet comes in with opinions

i feel like you can’t really cancel an actor unless they do something

armie hammer! yeah he works at a hotel now

there was like leaked—

just got put on netflix which is like, shit timing

everyone likes the summer in italy

i’ve always liked

2 more stops

i don’t know…i don’t see the appeal

it doesn’t look that great to me but i want to see it

don’t worry darling

i didn’t neeed to see it

walk out of the theater like after watching interstellar

if you’re not gonna make a sequel don’t you dare leave a movie un..

i know the harry stans are going crazy right now.

i look at him more and more like he’s not all that. he looks like a lot of other people

great personality, but

he’s that one person who’s like too into tiktok trends like he’s right behind them

i’ve never been to a harry styles concert but

it also pissed me off how long it took him to reveal what the gender was

there was like a part 2 like what the fuck, just put it in 1 video!

i wish i’d got starbucks before i came here

we’re going to a cafe!

yeah but

very.. adult drinks

do you need your chocolate—

haha yeah, kinda!

i like the sugar cookie—

the gingerbread latte

my sister

you were there for this

my sister was like:

i can’t wait for christmas so i can get a peppermint mocha!

and i was like how many times do i have to tell you: you can get a peppermint mocha year round!

yeah, but it’s different when it’s christmas!

hits different

[justmystyles]

Now You're In My Life

summary: a chance meeting at a diner turns your world upside-down and leads you on a whirlwind romance with one of the biggest pop stars in the world.

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7*

Part 8*

Part 9

Part 10

Part 11*

*****************

One Shots

All I Ask*

You're finally starting to get over Harry, what happens when fate brings you back together?

Having Your Baby

You get some life changing news, and come up with the perfect way to tell your husband.

Wallflower

You're sitting alone at a wedding, can a handsome stranger help you come out of your shell?

Line of Fire

You and Harry have been keeping your relationship off the radar, but his concern for you overwhelms his need for privacy.

Coming Home To You*

Harry comes home early and catches you by surprise in the best way possible.

Scars

Can Harry be the comfort you need after falling back into old habits?

Home Stretch

As the tour comes to an end, the schedule starts to visibly take its toll on Harry, and you can't help but worry.

Ooh La La

After a revelation on movie night, you and Harry decide to reenact one of the scenes.

Love Don’t Cost A Thing

Harry loves to spoil you, but you're having a hard time adjusting to his lavish lifestyle.

The Battle in Barcelona

A crazy crowd at the airport comes between you and Harry.

Misplaced Emotion

As Harry prepares to jump back into the spotlight, he has a hard time re-adjusting to public life, and it manifests in the wrong way.

Good News All Around

You reach a big milestone in your life, but feel overshadowed when you call to tell Harry about it.

Perfect Harmony

You're in the final days of the tour, and Harry makes a suggestion that ends up changing everything.

Lose You to Love Me

A run-in with your childhood sweetheart brings up old memories, and lingering feelings.

Lights, Camera, Action

What was supposed to be just another job becomes the start of something new.

Business or Pleasure?

You return to Love on Tour after an extended break, but after your last interaction, you come back to an awkward situation with Harry.

Reigning it In

You're about to participate in your first horse show, but the nerves overwhelm you. Harry finds you just in time.

Family Portrait

Harry has a couple of heartfelt surprises for you while you're visiting him on tour.

All or Nothing*

You find a new way to tease Harry during a tour visit, which leads to a new way to drive him crazy.

With this Ring

Harry takes his commitment to you to a new level.

Veiled Insecurities

Harry has some insecurities about your relationship, but instead of talking to you about them, they end up coming out in the wrong way.

Crossing the Finish Line

A sequel to Home Stretch, it's the final show and Harry charms you into making good on a promise you made last time you were together.

Lost and Found

A sequel to Lose You to Love Me, you and Harry reconnected a month ago, and he insisted you come along for the final show. when your emotions start to get the better of you, you wonder if you and Harry could ever really just be friends.

Heart Song

As a former member of the Love on Tour band, and current girlfriend of Harry, he asks you to reprise your spot for the final show.

Road to Recovery

After reading some negative comments about yourself, you nearly spiral back into old habits. you try to keep it from Harry, but he finds out and confronts you about it.

A Work of Art

After procrastinating for a few weeks, you finally make moves to finish your assignment, but run into an unexpected road block.

He's Not Me

You introduce Harry to the guy you're seeing, and you see a side of him you've never seen before and are shocked by his reasoning.

Sharing is Caring

You can't find your favorite handbag, Harry assures you he doesn't have it, but you see some photos tell a different story

Cantaloupe

In this one shot/flash forward from the Now You're In My Life storyline, you and Harry recap the big news from your family's Thanksgiving dinner.

Like Riding a Bike

Despite being on break, Harry manages to find his way back onstage.

Fa La La La Freakout

You will be meeting Harry's family for the first time over the holidays, and you are desperate for them to like you.

The Morning After

The morning after Harry's 30th birthday, you're hungover and Harry reminds you of your drunken actions from the night before, leading to a conversation you never expected.

Big Winners - Part 1

Harry and Y/N have been friends for fifteen years, they finally work together on an album, and it leads them to a night that will change everything for them.

Baby-Baby-Baby

Harry meets his niece for the first time, the joy and excitement are quickly replaced with a whole new set of feelings when his best friend, Y/N joins him at the hospital.

(*) - NSFW

[starryyuken]

ma chérie — harry styles x f!reader

a/n; Pictures used are behind the scenes and stills from The Crown season 4, Josh O’Connor’s Prince Charles and Emma Corrin’s Princess Diana—might as well recommend you all to watch it on Netflix 😝. I changed how I *usually* write my other fics but I feel that it’s all good!—excuse any errors, feel free to reblog/like, interact and stay safe!

You and Harry are married to each other, and being in a movie together playing as a wedded couple, including the one day you wore a fake baby belly and he goes soft.

“I thought you would be happy,” Hesitating on what to say, she looked down at her feet, “I’m sorry.”

“We have 10 days left then it will all be over.”

“Don’t tell me you’ll run back to her. Don’t do that, don’t go back to her. Stay with us, please…”

“I’m not reconsidering it, don’t make me say anything that I will regret later.”

“You always said those things no matter whom or what we would be having a conversation about. It will always turn into an argument.” Countered she.

“It wouldn’t even be a problem if you wouldn’t make one out of it.”

“We’re a couple. It isn’t normal to even argue about the slightest bit of things that angers you.” She snapped.

The baby’s cry from the other room shuts their voices.

“Take care of him.”

Not another word or even a second glance, he walked out of the room. The sound of the heavy steps of his shoes disappearing. What’s left was only her in the room alone with the baby’s cry echoing. Her eyes watered yet unblinking watching the ghost spot.

“Cut!”

Countless bright lights blinding you even though it all stood tall and far from you. People swarming the set, and it began to fill in with their talking.

“That was brilliant. It came out better than I expected.” Victoria, the screenwriter and producer, hands you a cup of drink as she helps you put on a jacket.

“I hope you got the last shot of me crying. I don’t think I can do that again.”

“We did, we did. It all looks amazing, (Y/N). Now, you rest and let me or Savanah,” Your assistant, “if you need anything. Any clothes that isn’t warm enough or too hot for you to wear, let us know.”

As you were making your way to your trailer and away from the set with its cameras stacked on top of each other, wires thin and thick with sorts of color on the ground or hanging on the wall, you craned your neck to see where Harry was.

“Where is Harry?”

“Soon as the scene ends he ran out and, I suppose, into your trailer.”

Standing in front of your trailer door, hearing Angel Eyes softly playing from the inside, you gave Victoria a pitiful smile. “He always do this to not fall asleep waiting for me.”

“Rest nice, (Y/N). Give me or Savanah a text. You’re hungry or want a ride home. Makeup remover—”

“Alright, see you, Vic!”

Entering your trailer, its lights dimly lit and only two out of four turned on, you decided not to announce your entry until a few more steps inside to see your husband.

Harry was leaning against the dresser still dressed in his costume, consisting of a crisp white shirt with black-striped-red suspenders loosely hanging from his hips down to his knees, black dress trouser and matching black shoes with gold hardware. He’s taken the courtesy to remove the makeup, other than asking you to do it that costs you a one hour nap, and his hair was free of the pomade. They were hanging and some sticking to his forehead, sheen of sweat clear from forehead to collarbone and expose chest.

His outfit had cost a million, whilst you were a baby blue dress with simple flowery designs decorating it. You’d ditched the high heels to a simple leather light brown slip-ons. You were simply following the directions given by the costume designers and director, your character wouldn’t go overbroad and keeps it simple.

“I love you,” Never unheard throughout both your days of filming that he wouldn’t utter the words instead of a casual “hello”. He’d smile smugly at how easy it made you feel and act.

“I know. You remind me every day and night, and I don’t want you to stop.”

“No one said I would, darlin’.”

He watched as you say down on your makeup chair and doing your routine of skincare like always. He doesn’t admit it, but he loves seeing you dressing down and out of the dresses and makeup, leaving only the real you in front of him.

After convincing him to get our of costume and wear a more comfortable clothing, you two now tangled in a cuddle, you felt more relaxed than ever. The cold mattress and pillow sinking you in and the feeling of the love of your life’s arms wrapped around you, you felt safe, protected, and loved.

…

The next morning, you couldn’t help being jumpy and feeling excited that made your stomach flip.

Filming started a bit later than usual, as they’re still preparing for the set’s decorative and placing the props on marked places. You had ran through the script once more, and keeping in mind filming wouldn’t be in chronological order like you thought it would from the first time you were casted and joined in the first ever table reading. Your first day was surrounded by actors playing as family members, sharing a toast in a birthday celebration, four months later you were wearing a wedding dress plucking and petals off the flowers from your bouquet. The days you weren’t filming, you’d be in the costume department doing the needed fittings and trying on various makeup looks. Sometimes, Harry would follow you and busied himself taking pictures of you, pinky promising you to not spoiling anything by posting anything in his socials.

But the one time he didn’t come with you to the department, you thought it was a perfect surprise for him. A small something to cheer him up and relieve him some off the stress.

Dressed in a royal purple maternal dress that goes down to your knees, underneath was a fake pregnant belly, protruding and round strapped to your belly, realistically making you look pregnant. Harry would lose his mind.

You’d sneak inside his trailer and turned on one of the soft yellow light, hearing him snoring from the entrance, you softly shuts the door close and walks over to stand on the edge of his bed. On one of the walls was a body mirror, you couldn’t help yourself but to place a hand on top of where the bump started and placing another on the lower part. Your turned your body admiring the belly and focused on how real it looked, that Harry’s gravelly morning voice cutting the silence made the hairs on your neck stands up.

“Darling, turn around f’me...”

Doing so, the soft click of his camera and flash, blood rushed into your face making you feel hot.

His green eyes, droopy and slowly blinking, adjusting to lights, he licked his lips eyes you up and down. Along with the dress, you had donned on the sapphire ring and a gold watch, keeping the ‘soon-to-be mum’ look simple yet fashionable up the costume designers expectations.

“Ma cherie, you look beautiful…”

You’d hit the soft spot he has for babies, you knew it from how much in the past he would gush about meeting with his fans on a walk on the street holding their baby and taking a picture with them, he looked like a natural dad.

“I know, that’s why I wanted to surprise you. I’ve been so excited all morning for this and…don’t it just look perfect?”

His eyes wandered to the bump then back to your face. Wetting his lips, he chuckled,

“You always do, sweetheart. But you look so…natural with it.” A comfortable silence, then he whispered to you, “Come closer, darlin’,”

His arms finds itself around your waist, pulling you impossibly closer, and he placed his ear in the bump. “Look even more amazing…”

“Why don’t we give it a name? I’ve grown too attached to it that I think it deserves a name.”

“Boy or girl?”

“Doesn’t matter.” You bend down and kisses his forehead.

His large hands placed on both sides of the fake belly, his thumb rubbing it soothingly, almost it was fragile and made of glass, “Gwendolyn…or, uh, Archibald…”

You smiled so wide that your cheeks hurt, you hurdled him into a tight hug sending him crashing back into the mountain of blankets and pillows, “I love, love, love it!”

…

“Here, mummy! There I found the bunny!”

“Good job, Finn! Let’s show the bunny to daddy!”

 Hoisting “Finn”, real name Louis, he giggled as he latched his face on his neck. He had the most fun, though it was all an act for the elderly actors surrounding him. He didn’t care about anything else except the games he played, the large places for filming, and the colorful clothes everyone wore.

“40 minutes break everyone!”

At times break time was longer than it was announced, but you savored every moment by relaxing, catching up to meals you missed, or finish any errands you could do without going too far from set. But ever since Louis came on set, you would spend time with the him with coloring books, playing with building blocks, play pretend, or taking silly photos that you would keep in an album you’d requested Harry to bought for you.

“You’re glowing, (Y/N)!” laughed Roman, your on-screen brother-in-law, and a close friend of you and your husband, seeing you and Louis still sharing a laugh.

“I’m preggy, Roman!”

Louis interrupts and reached down to pat the top of your fake bump, “Baby Gwen, Roman!”

“Gwen? I thought you’ll have another brother?”

“Harry picked out the names this morning. Gwendolyn for a girl and Archibald for a boy.”

“Can’t believe you two aren’t parents yet.”

“We are aren’t we? What do you think, Louis?”

“She’s like mummy!”

…

You were laying down on a large sofa, immersed in the book you’re reading, you failed to realize the fake bump you were still wearing had began to feel heavier

“What…” But your words trailed off to see Harry’s hair bundled on your stomach and his face mushing itself on the bump.

“What’re you reading, sweetheart?”

“Just some short stories and poetries, love. What are you doing?”

“Enjoying your company. Hope I’m not…pestering you or anythin’…” Yawning and rubbing his eye, it was clear he needed to rest and never had the chance to. When he did, he’d spend them with you, catching up together whenever you don’t share a scene with each other.

“You looked amazing today…” He muttered so quietly.

You ran your fingers through his hair as he laid back down on the bump.

Going back into your book, not letting go of your hand busy playing with his hair, Harry fell into a dreamland.

…

Hayden was a calm baby boy that wanted to play with toys instead of being held in either you or Harry’s arms. He had many of them, courtesy of Harry spending a couple hundred dollars, but Hayden also enjoyed the hand-knitted ones you did, an airplane and a bee, would be the ones that was on him all the time.

His parents, Caroline and Ivan, sitting behind the cameras, had given you simple instructions how to calm down the baby. As Hayden would be your on-screen elder son in his infant year, you somehow felt the need to take care of him.

“Don’t worry, you’ll be fine.” Caroline assured you as she placed Hayden into your arms.

The scene was a simple one, the family relaxing and enjoying the sun and nature. Sitting on the picnic blanket that had been set up, decorated with the baby’s toys and others, you and Harry, him holding Hayden, sat down on the blanket soon as the scene starts.

Birds chirping and the wind filling your ears, along with Harry’s talking to Hayden while fiddling with a wooden toy. The camera was focusing on them, and one of the crew member carefully moved one of the cameras to focus on you.

You had to give a solemn yet motherly and loving look towards Hayden, as your character was in a bit of conflict and had been in an argument with her husband in a scene beforehand. A half smile on your lips as Hayden crawled towards you, you cooed at the infant, Harry patting his bump and chortling at the baby’s antics.

…

The cathedral, in all its glory and details, precise colors and theme, it took you back to the day you and Harry pronouncing your vows in a similar one.

The wedding was suppose to give off the ‘fairytale’ every bride wish for on their wedding day. The cathedral, its stained glass with colors weary of time, statue depicting itself by the books and history, and the altar’s colorful, high and wide interiors, it gave you a slight chill.  The high ceiling, artwork that made you wanted to look up forever even if your neck stiffen, it was intriguing to get to observe such beauty. The angels, their spreading wings of white-greys-and-black feathers, their faces that you wished you could reach and caress…

“Action!”

“Know that you’re the only one I truly love. Why the ring is on you—”

“And instead you’ll gave it to her?”

She shifted her eyes to the golden signet ring he wore on his hand.

“You’ll never forgive me?”

“Not while she is still there.” On his heart, mind, and soul.

The scene shifted, she was walking down the aisle, counting the steps she took to get her mind of everything.

Now standing in the altar, the priest with its open script and reciting the words, he interrupts, “May we skip to the vows?”

She looks at him from the corner of her eyes. She said nothing, then down at the flowers, she prayed that it was nothing but a dream.

As they recited what was needed, Harry had forgotten about the cameras and leaned close to whisper in your ears,

“I meant what I said, ma chérie, you looked beautiful with the belly.”

And kissed you under your ear. Not minding the eyes of other actors who might be focusing on them instead, but he doesn’t care.

…

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harryfan65 haz looks better by the year. lucky (Y/N) 😏😏😏

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yourfan60 @/yourinstagram on set today!!! Behind the scenes already looking good, and look at the baby bump, she looks so cute!! (it’s a fake, don’t worry everyone)

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[skepticalarrie]

Hii... I was stalking your account a bit last night cos I was bored so from there I went to some other accounts and then from there to other accounts like a chain reaction... So I came across a blog account from 2013-14 ( they deactivated in 2014 ig) and there was this one anon who asked them that Louis hasn't been in the limelight for a long time and he was a bit sad or restless in interviews but was better now (as in when the account replied to their tweet which 2013 end or 2014 start ig)... Which made me wonder is it something to do with sept 28 ( I'm not saying they got married) ... Maybe they took a BIG decision for their relationship and had to fight a lot with the management and that's why Louis was a bit sad... But since I was not there then I don't know what happened can you help like what was going on during that time?

Hello anon! How are you?

I think I have a few posts discussing what was going on with them - and more specifically Louis - between 2013/2014 but I couldn't find the posts so I'm sorry if any of you already saw me rambling about it haha because I feel like I'm repeating myself a lot with this.

But I don't think it has anything to do with September 28th or making a big step on their relationship. I think 2013 was a year where their closeting became very severe. The bullshit tweet was in September 2012 (yes that shit is going to be nine soon), around the same time Haylor happened too, and it was basically all downhill from there. 2013 was the year One Direction became BIG, worldwide big, and I believe all five of them (not only Harry and Louis) really felt that pressure, they were extremely overworked that year, they were too profitable. And as a consequence, I believe H&L also started to slowly realize the extension of their closeting, all the implications. Harry was basically the focus of all the attention they were getting, with his fuck boy over-sexualized image. During the TMH tour we saw them interacting less and less, I believe while they were filming This is Us they were also limited in terms of how they were supposed to act backstage since they always had a camera on them.

As for Louis, more specifically, I think he was heavily media trained and highly advised to tone down his flamboyance and "loudness", it's shocking to see the difference in how Louis acted between the beginning of TMH tour comparing to the beginning of WWA tour in the following year. He lost his confidence on stage, on his voice, everything. It felt like he was overthinking every movement on stage. It feels to me that it was their label/management best interest to let him fade in the background as much as possible. I'm guessing this also came as a punishment because he was the one standing up for the band behind the scenes, trying to have a say on their music, on their public images, etc etc... I think he pissed a lot of people off. He also lost a lot of weight very fast halfway through 2013, his weight loss was very visible and I remember fans being extremely concerned for his health. Probably one of the most horrible stunts happened in that year too, Haige, and I believe that had a huge impact on Louis as well. They were forced more and more apart to go stunting, they were not allowed to travel together anymore. Eleanor was literally everywhere with them, a lot of damage control. So I believe all of this contributed to Louis looking the way he did during that time. There was a lot going on. If I had to describe everything I just said in one video, this would be the one:

(I think there's an even worst footage of that because there was a camera on Louis' side too, but I couldn't find it) I'm not usually very emotional about that kind of thing, but this video of them at the airport in New Jersey where they forced them into different cars, completely breaks my heart every fucking time.

[harrystyleseditsx]

If you need me

SUMMARY: A one shot of where y/n experiences something that reminds her of her traumatic past and Harry’s 5000 miles away

based on the song If you need by julia micheals

WARNING: Angst with fluff :) 

pairing: Harry Styles x uni y/n 

wordcount: 2.3k

A/N: Welcome to my first fic, I needed to write something to get in the flow to write my 2000 word story so here it is :)) ily guys <3 (also would you prefer y/n or an oc, please let me know!!)

Y/N was very happy about how her morning had been going.

She had woken up early, worked out and made her favorite breakfast. She had also gotten herself some flowers to celebrate the fact that she had submitted her 10 page essay early. The only thing that would make her morning better would be face timing harry but she knew it was 1 pm here meaning it would be 9 pm in London where Harry was and he had a concert to perform. She threw on one of Harry’s treat people with kindness hoodies over her sundress as she headed to the library that would often get chilly or she was just always cold as harry often teased her. She smiled as she remembered harry telling she would overheat if she continued to wear zip ups and pile blankets on herself even during summers. 

She had by now almost reached the library when she suddenly bumped into someone causing the other person to drop some of their stuff. “Shit, I’m so sorry. I should have paid more attention-” it felt as if the words were stuck in her throat as she glanced at who she bumped into. 

“Oh hi Y/N” Asher taunted, her ex. She hadn’t seen him since the break up when he told her that he needed space and took off to France only to send her the infamous break up text. And, here he was 6 months later, looking the every bit same. She felt a feeling of anxiety creeping up on her as she started playing with her fingers trying to stop when she saw Asher’s eyes drop to her hands. 

“Are you nervous y/n? Always played with your fingers when you were” he said with a hint of smugness, as he reached his hand forward trying to grasp hers. She immediately pulled back, crossing them against her chest as she took a deep breath. 

“What are you doing here Asher? Aren’t you supposed to be in France?” she snapped at him, her nervousness quickly turning into anger. Asher raised an eyebrow as if surprised at her response. 

“Been keeping tabs on me?” he smirked. “Well forgive me if I wanted to know where my boyfriend, sorry, ex-boyfriend ran off too on our 1 year anniversary” she scoffed.

“Finally grew a backbone y/n?” he drawled looking her up and down. Y/N had never felt the urge to pull someone’s eyeballs out more than she did now. She found herself thinking what she ever saw in this piece of shit. She snapped back to reality as she heard him droning about something.

“..you need me, so I’ll take you back-” he was in interrupted as y/n threw her head back laughing. When she looked at him again, he had an annoyed look on his face. “I need you? Well, I’d like to inform you that you’re wrong again. I don’t need you, I don’t need anyone. I managed myself when you left and I’m doing so now too. So, you can see yourself out of my life again” she reiterated. Asher now looked furious, he lunged forward and grabbed her by her wrists as she tried to free herself from his grip.

“Is all this attitude because of her famous singer boyfriend? Yes, I know all about him. Is he telling you that you’re beautiful? or that you’re important? because news flash, you’re not y/n. You’re worthless, stupid, ugly and you’ll be nothing without me. You’re a whore” he growled. Y/N felt herself flinch as she heard his words before she composed herself and kicked him in the balls. His grip on her wrists loosened giving her the perfect opportunity to attack. She grabbed him by the back of his neck and jerked it forward, raising her knee and smashed his face against it and then shoved him backwards. She heard Asher yelp in pain as blood gushed out of his. One of his hands was on his dick while other on his nose. She felt a sense of pride and satisfaction rush through her as she looked at him. 

"You bitch, you broke my nose. You'll pay for this" Asher yelled at her. She decided it was best to kick him one more time for good measure and she did, smiling as he groaned in pain. "No, you listen to me. If you ever come near me again or try to hurt me I will fuck up your life and I'll get my famous singer boyfriend to help too" y/n taunted as she turned out to head back to her apartment, she had never been more glad to have her apartment be a 5 minute walk from campus. The whole incident had taken a huge toll on her.

She locked her room as soon as she entered it, leaning against the door as she slowly sank to the floor. She took a deep breath before the sobs broke out. Her entire body was shaking as she wrapped her arms around herself trying to feel as if she wasn't alone in the world. Y/N picked up her phone to send a text to harry but she try made her feel even more shitty. What if he realized she wasn't worth it, what if he had enough of her breakdowns. She pressed her nails into her palm, hitting herself to try to stop herself from feeling too much. She had come so far and now all it took was one interaction for everything to come crumbling down.

//

She didn't know how long she had been sitting like that but her phone rang, she looked at the clock to see it flashing 5 pm. Realizing that it must be harry on the phone, she got up and rushed to the bathroom, quickly washing her face, she laid down on the bed so he could only see half of her face and then accepted his call.

Harry appeared on the screen all smiley and sweaty. Her heart fluttered at the sight of him. All she wanted to do was hug him. "Finally picked up, huh? I thought y'were gonna leave me hangin' lovie" he teased her. "I'm sorry, my phone was on silent" she said softly.

Harry realised the change in her demeanor, his smile turning into a frown. "Y'alright honey? Not even showin' me y'pretty face" he said to her. She tried to smile as she moved the camera a bit so he could see more of her face. "I'm just tired H" she whispered. Harry had been moving around, probably trying to find a quieter area. He shut the door behind him as he entered what looked like his dressing room.

"Have y'been cryin' y/n?" he questioned as he saw her red nose and faint traces of year marks on her cheeks. y/n knew there was no point in lying because it was pretty obvious. "Yeah, I didn't do very well in one of the assignments my economics professor had assigned but I'm fine now" she told him adding a smile in the end to make it more believable and maybe Harry would have believed her had he not caught a glimpse of the nasty bruise on wrist as the sleeve of her (his) hoodie slipped down when she was pulled the hood up. Harry was furious and the visible anger on his face made y/n want to curl up.

"What the fuck is that y/n?" he questioned furiously. "What are you talking about? "y/n replied looking genuinely confused. "The fucking bruise on your wrist” harry snapped, by now he had lost all his patience. No one gets to hurt his lovie. 

Y/N was at a loss, she didn’t know what to say. She didn’t want him to worry about her but she couldn’t come up with anything to say. “Asher came back, he cornered me and when I tried to go, he grabbed my wrists” she mumbled, playing with the hem of his sweatshirt. She dare not glance his way, afraid of his reaction. After a minute of silence, Y/N glanced at her phone only to find the screen to be blank. Had he hung up on her? She stared at the blank screen of her phone in disbelief. She felt as if she was having an out of body experience. Opening her gallery, she started scrolling through the numerous photos and videos of her and harry. It was at this time that she was grateful with her obsession of taking pictures and photos. A few tears escaped her eyes as she realized how much she missed him and how he probably didn’t want to talk to her ever. Was he going to break up with her? Y/N’s heart clenched at that thought, she put on harry’s playlist on her spotify and laid there. 

//

She must have fallen asleep because she woke up to the sound of pots clanging. Her heart sped up, no one besides her and harry had the key to her apartment and harry wouldn’t- 

She threw the blanket covering her aside (which had not been there before) and rushed to the kitchen. And sure enough there he was, her boyfriend, with his back facing her. Y/N felt tears well up in her eyes, he came here for her. Harry  turned around to see her standing in the entryway of the kitchen, crying. He reached her in three quick strides, pulling her in a hug. She tightly wrapped her arms around him, fearing he might disappear. Harry pulled back after a few minutes, cupping her face in his hands he gently brushed his thumb over her cheek. 

“Gonna properly tell m’what happened now bubs?” he urged. Unable to say anything at that moment Y/N just nodded. Grabbing her hand, Harry led her to the sofa, grabbing her by the waist and seating her on his lap. He patiently waited her to start talking. For a while Y/n just played with his hair, then she took a deep breath and told him everything that happened. She could feel Harry’s grip tightening on her hips, not to the extent that it was painful, when she told him what Asher had said to her. 

“M’gonna fuckin’ kill him” Harry cursed when she had finished. “I already did some damage” Y/N told him, smirking as she remembered Asher’s face. Harry looked at her questioningly, “I might have kicked him in the balls and broken his nose and added another kick for good measure” she admitted. Harry grinned, “that’s m’girl” he said proudly, pulling her in for a kiss. They sat like that for a while with Harry telling her about tour and she filled him in with other things that she had forgotten when they had their facetime sessions.

Y/N told him that she wanted to report Asher, in case he ever tried to pull shit like this again. Harry not only told her but also showed her how proud he was of her, how brave she’d been and how much he loved her in multiple ways. 

//

The next day they headed to the dean’s office, where Y/N saw two officers sitting outside. Luckily there were several camera’s in the hallway where Asher had cornered Y/N, so by noon, with all the available proof, she’d gotten a restraining order against Asher. If her were to come within a distance of 6ft with her, he’d serve jail time. As they left the dean’s office, Y/N saw Asher standing , she could feel harry tensing up, so when Asher looked Y/N up and down and smirked, Harry lunged forward punching him in his already swollen nose. Asher yelped in pain, he tried to fight Harry back but by now the officers had restrained him, taking him away. 

Back at the apartment, Y/N tended to Harry’s bruised knuckles as she felt a hollowness knowing he’d be leaving soon. By the look on her face, Harry knew what she was thinking about, he took the cotton swab from her hands, placing it on the table before he kissed her. 

“I’ll be back soon, it’s only a matter of two months now and by then you’ll  graduate and I’ll be done with tour and we can  have everyday to ourselves” harry told her, wiggling his eyebrows. She lightly smacked his chest, pressing a small kiss to his lips. “I know, It’s just that sometimes I miss you” she commented. “Only sometimes?” Harry pretended to be offended, “Well a bit more than sometimes” she retorted. “Just a bit more? I miss you so much, it hurts” he admitted. Her shoulders slumped a bit as she pulled him in a hug. “I love you Harry” she whispered and heard him softly whisper I love you too sweetheart. 

That evening Y/n drove him to the airport, they knew they couldn’t outside for long so Harry pulled her in a kiss before he pulled back and rested his forehead against hers. “Promise me you’ll tell me anything that happens, I don’t care if it’s just a paper cut or not. Just don’t hide things from me, If when you need me I'll be there" he blurted. “I promise” she said firmly, showing him she was serious. She didn’t want him to worry but he’d eventually know something was up and it was better to sort things out. He kissed her again before he went in the airport. She stood there until he was no longer in her sight before she sat in her car and started driving off. 

Her phone chimed, picking it up she saw that Harry had sent her a image. It was a very poorly drawn graphic of a guy lying on the floor with a crooked nose and blood around him that she assumed was Asher and a girl stood over him wearing a superhero cape. He had written, ‘my hero’. She smiled fondly before sending him a picture of her reaction as she increased the volume of her radio and driving off. Soon. 

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This is my first time writing a harry fic/blurb. Feedback would be greatly appreciated. Also, I’ve turned on the asks (I didn’t know they were off) so you can send in your requests!! Thank you :))