#i love harry styles but he really is entering his flop era

[fabulouspegasus]

the three faces i pull in class: pretending to listen, not making eye contact so i don’t get called, and dissociative pout

[rockyscactus]

dear diary // harry styles

summary // in which harry finally reads the diary precious, secret filled, and steamy diary.

warning: PURE FLUFF

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“i’m bored”, harry entered the room, flopping face down on the bed in front of you.

“hi bored, i’m y/n”, you simply replied as you flipped to an open page in your journal.

“let’s cuddle”, harry exclaimed while slapping your thigh playfully.

you normally gave harry all of your attention, busy or not. he was constantly gone and him being home was like a treat, but he was working on a new album and he had installed a home studio when the house was being built. he was constantly around these days and you felt slightly consistent as human beings.

you ignored him as you flipped through the hundreds of pages, you had had the journal since you were fifteen years old and you still had about one thousand pages until you got to the end of it.

“give me attention, not that stupid book”, he flicked your arm lightly as he now sat up next to you, leaning his head back against the headboard out of boredom.

“it’s not some stupid book, it’s my journal”, you shrugged as you finally found an open page, writing the date before thinking of what to write.

“it seems an awful lot like a diary though”, he tried to correct you even though you rightfully knew since the very beginning that it was technically a journal.

“well all journals are technically diaries”, you thought about it for a second.

he looked down at you lazily with a smirk, “so it is a diary!”

you let out a sigh, “do you have to be so annoying?”

“just admit it’s a diary so we can move on then”, he continued nonchalantly. you both always wanted to be right, which lead to the majority of the rare fights that you had. whenever faced with a potential confrontation, you two always avoided it.

“no.”

“lemme see that”, he snatched the maroon leather book from your hands, much to your dismay.

“harry”, you whined, “give it back!”

“i just want to read a couple of pieces by my judy bloom”, he winked at you as you finally sighed once again.

“have at it...but only two pieces”, you instructed.

“okay, okay”, he brushed you off as he flipped to a random page that had to be from about two years ago.

you slightly panicked but figured that the odds of him landing on it were slim to none.

“dear diary--HA! i fuckin’ knew it”, he yelled in victory as you rolled your eyes, slapping his head playfully, “you’re so mean”, he rubbed his head in fake pain. “i met a boy today…”, his face turned into a slight frown, “he was probably a fucking loser.”

your eyes went wide at the words he was reading, “harry pick a different entry”, you sat up, straddling him to try and retrieve the book.

“he’s got emerald green eyes that lit up the room almost immediately. i desperately wanted to say hi to him, but knowing me, it would be another missed opportunity”, he smiled at how dramatic you were.

“harry”, you continued to groan. you finally came to terms with the fact that he was going to read as much as he wanted and there was no way you could stop him now. you simply laid your head in the crook of his neck, looking from the pages to his expressions.

“ ‘i’m not really a party person’ he told me. ‘same here’ i replied, even though i secretly loved getting wasted once every two months just to let it all go”, harry let out a loud laugh, “i always found that to be very fishy about you”, he joked as your frown was slowly turning into a chuckle. “‘ i really like him, he says he sings. i hope to hear him one day and i hope he becomes huge. from what i know of him, he’s absolutely amazing’”, harry blushed slightly, “little did you know that i was already working on my second album”, he chuckled.

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“ooh now we’re getting steamy”, he wiggled his eyebrows as he landed on his second pick of the night. he seemed to like the era in which you and harry had first started dating, it brought back so many memories. “‘i’m going to hell’”, he read the beginning of the entry, “you got that right”, he joked as you let out a laugh at that, “ ‘my fifteen year old self would not believe what the hell just happened to me! i just had the most mind blowing...it wasn’t my first time and it was my first time with him, but it felt like my first time and it’s only thing i want for the rest of my life’”, harry’s smile got even wider if possible. he put down the book, looking over at you in awe.

“well at least we’re done reading”, you went to grab the book but he pulled it away.

“wait”, he cooed down at you, “you want to be with me for the rest of your life?”

you two had been together for going on three years, and you both truly loved each other. you constantly told the other how much they meant to you, but you two hardly ever talked about forever. you were more ‘right now’ people rather than ‘later in life’ type of people, because nothing is promised.

you felt the similar butterflies that you had that night harry walked into the party. “well, of course. we don’t really have an option anymore seeing as you read some of my life secrets”, you joked.

his expression was a mix of a smirk and love, “but seriously, you’d want me to put a ring on it”, he chuckled at his own words, “be honest love, it’s just me.”

“why do you wanna know so much”, you whined. you definitely wanted to be with him forever, but what if he didn’t feel the same?

“because my plans were to kind of….get married, have children, grow old together...ya know”, he admitted.

a smile painted your face, “one hundred percent agreeable h. and that’s all i’ve wanted from the beginning of us.”

[darkstrangevirgilanxiboi]

Shit I Pulled In High School

So my friend and I got talking about the good old days and it hit me that I've probably got some mildly entertaining tales from my teenage years ( which only ended four years ago I can't believe I made it to 23 ) So here's a few of the shenanigans Hot Mess High School Me got into ~ ( I went to a weird school that threw grades 7 -12 together in the same buildings so this is at the same school the whole time just not divided into middle school and high school ) 7th Grade - Made the art teacher gasp because I knew a surprising amount about Medieval art styles ( I'm obsessed with history and the Medieval era is just such a hot mess of a time) - Got scolded in Math class for reading , learned to read more stealthily - Memorized the coded language from ' Vladimir Todd ' , a popular teen book series about a sarcastic teenage vampire who just wants to be normal, and used it to write notes in class Eventually this resulted in my getting sent to the counselor because the teacher suspected me of being a cult leader I ran with that assumption and to this day the school still thinks I founded the cult of Vladimirism , a cult devoted to the protection and support of rebellious teen outcasts , queer kids , and unfairly treated main characters ( we're a small cult but we are very nice and membership is free , we spread love and rebellion , our mascot is a baby bat ) - Started a week long debate on sexism in history class with my teacher , which resulted in him actually awarding the most fervent arguers a free soda Turned out it was just a scam of his to see how many of us were actually morally upstanding , and which ones were rooted deep in the patriarchal bullshit . I got a soda AND a candy bar because I kicked off the debate by asking " We talk a lot about oppressed groups but we haven't talked about women yet, do you think women aren't oppressed?" Which got a sexist boy in back to go " Women don't count " And I snapped back " Women can count higher than YOU" 8th Grade - Caused an ethical , moral, and spiritual debate in my Seminary class over abortion that ended with three girls declaring themselves Athiests - Accused my Seminary Teacher of racism and sexism for his assumption that God is white and male - Got kicked out of Seminary for arguing with the teacher about God hating gay people , and instead of going back in after ten minutes I just left and went to my friend's house - Called out my chemistry teacher for overlooking the accomplishments of women in the scientific fields - Accidentally became a student librarian because I spent so much time there and I memorized the book keeping system - Was officially the most well-read student and got an award for checking out over thirty books in a month 9th Grade - Got suspended because a teacher heard me singing P!nk's " Fun House " and thought the lyric ' burn this sucker down' was a threat of arson so I got to meet the Sheriff ( who incidentally was the father of one of my classmates and who still invited me to his daughter's birthday party the next week ) and even though Sheriff Brooks was intimidating I cry REALLY easily so I got off with a warning despite me never remotely intending to burn my school down I got suspended for a week but it was actually fine , and the Sheriff was super chill to me after that - Was extra enough to get voted Most Dramatic in the yearbook Was it because I frequently flopped down on the floor to nap if I was tired? Or was it my complete overreaction to anything unexpected? Maybe it was my scathing remarks to everything ' Do you want to be study buddies' ' Brittany, why would I want to study with someone with can't spell their name right ' Or my dramatic reactions to anything even slightly inconvient ' THE HEAVENS ARE DISPLEASED WITH YOU MERE MORTALS, THEY WEEP AT YOUR FAILURES " ' It's just raining calm down ' ' dude I'm more concerned about the fact she referred to US as mortals but not her? ' ' Aw man , the cafeteria is out of pudding cups ' " THE FIRST PLAGUE BEGINS , WE WERE WARNED OF THIS IN THE PROPHECY " " What? What prophecy? " 10th Grade - Got caught writing fan fiction in class but didn't get in trouble because my teacher was a hardcore Harry Potter fan and he just wanted to read the story ( it was a Weasley Twins Deathly Hallows AU and I'll post it on ao3 if you wantttt) - Skipped school like six times to watch Inuyasha with my friend Melanie ( I faked being sick and just went to her house instead of going home) - Became the school's top badass because I stealthily orchestrated the expulsion of every kid who bullied me or my siblings and never got caught ( hey Ashley Bassett if you're reading this I snitched on you , and I don't regret it ) 11th Grade - Planned a prank that scared my U.S.Marine drama coach so much he almost called in reinforcements I got my whole Drama class to fake a murder scene in the auditorium because Tony ( our coach) said we didn't act dead convincingly . So we faked a Sweeney Todd worthy slaughter fest , making it appear as though thirty teens were brutally murdered . It was GLORIOUS. My friend Indi runs out into the hall , knowing Tony is just entering the building , and he first thing Tony sees is an apparently mortally wounded kid running toward him, gasping out last words. ' They...got ...us ...They got all of us....run....SAVE YOURSELF " And then Indi collapses right there , looking for all the world like he's dead , and poor Tony just panics and burst into the auditorium , flips the lights on, and screams We listen to him freak out for a minute, but as he pulls out his phone to call the cops , Indi sneaks up behind him and taps his shoulder and goes " Was that convincing enough, Tony? " Tony about fainted 12th Grade - Snuck the name Sasuke Uchiha into every assignment - Turned Naruto Running into a thing at my school - Caused an existential crisis for my English teacher by suggesting that everything we experience could be fictional and we could be fictional characters unaware we don't exist , and that death is simply someone finishing our book , but there's no way to probe or disprove this theory because this reality (?) is all we know - secretly wrote cryptic riddles in my school books for the next student to find - The words ' Bankai', ' Hollow' and ' soul reaper' got banned in class because teachers thought it was a cult thing and none of us discouraged that thought