#lot Los Angeles

[0nlythrowharrybeaux]

Harry played Boyfriends with Ben Harper on ✨the guitar✨ the last night I saw him at The Forum. The only other time I heard him play it live was at Harrychella, weekend 2 😭 missing tour a lot!

(Love On Tour: Los Angeles, 15 November, 2023)

[sthabit]

Love On Tour, Los Angeles Night IX 11.11.22

x / x

[archiveofaffinities]

Billboards occupy the vacant lots along Wilshire Boulevard, Los Angeles, California, 1928

[bluebirdharry]

Harry Styles and Ben Harper in Los Angeles 15/11

[oldvintageglamour]

Kodachrome of a parking lot in downtown Los Angeles, 1962

[guccistyles]

Harry Styles: Love On Tour 2023 - LA Night 15 - February 29

[iknowwhereyousleepatnight]

beyondlaw, anyone?

dnkinktober day 8: murder kink | day 22: blood kink | day 29 gun/knife play

[retropopcult]

Eastland Shopping Center in West Covina, California, January 1958

[iwannakissyoubuticant]

peach and lavender.

[davetada]

View from the movie theater

Downtown, LA, CA

[0nlythrowharrybeaux]

“I’m in an L.A. mood…”

I miss screaming this with my fellow LA, Harries!!!! 🩷🩷🩷

[sthabit]

Love On Tour, Los Angeles Night XV 01.29

[herb10]

The way I could recognise this man anywhere

📸 (c): Mike Nowak

[bluebirdharry]

Keep Driving | Harryween, Los Angeles 31/10

[activatebutterflyshield]

The Muses hit me with some random inspiration today so here’s a proper design sheet for He of the Lingering Smog and the Glittering Lights, aka Hollywood Angel, aka the God of Los Angeles, featuring the script Chahvinik by @thecrazyneographist.

He’s mostly based on the name of his city, the fashion sense of the famous bit of Humanity that calls him home (clothing is half gala dress, half black tie suit), all the ink those writers use up, paparazzi, Hollywood’s history of censorship, the smog that blankets his land, the manipulative nature of the industry, and the horses of the Spanish who took the land for the Angels.

[gucciwins]

Okay so yk how Harry slipped last night while preforming. Imagine bel babying him because she’s so scared he got hurt and he’s like I’m fine bel 🙄

😇 please when you tell you think of my babies I have to write it, bestie. here's a 500 word blurb! please when you tell you think of my babies I have to write it.

//

Harry loves Bel. He does, but she’s a huge worry wart. 

“Baby, I told you I’m fine.” 

Bel ignores him, checking him over again as he slips under the covers. She’s unsettled, and it makes him upset he has her so worried. He didn’t mean to slip, but it can be hard sometimes when fans throw so much water on stage. Harry was glad Pauli came to help wipe down a bit but that his team was quick to get on stage and clean because he was set to make his exit soon. 

“Harry,” her voice firm. 

So he relents. He sits up against the bed frame while she settles in his lap, taking his hands in her lap. She lifts his left hand first, making sure to massage his wrist. Once content, she raises his hand to her lips and gives him a flutter of kisses. She then moves on to do the same to the other hand. He lets her indulge in making him feel better because he can see it is relaxing her. 

“See, sunshine. I’m all good.” 

Bel nods, finally content. “It was scary. Jeff had walked me down so that I could be in the car by the time you ran off stage but seeing that H, think it made my heart stop until I saw you stand up.” 

“But I caught myself. It was nothing serious.”

“You laughed!” She accuses him.

Harry shakes his head, “I couldn’t possibly have gotten mad. I was in the middle of the song.” 

“Well, I can be mad.” 

“Course you can. Maybe you can even do a mean tweet to the fans,” he teases her, knowing Bel isn’t one to use social media. 

She huffs, turning away from him but not getting off his lap. 

Harry holds back a giggle, she’s gotten much more dramatic in their time together, and he knows she learned it from him because she always tells him he’s the biggest drama queen she knows. “Come on, don’t get mad.” Bel doesn’t move an inch, refusing to give in. The good thing is Harry knows to get what he wants. 

He winces, and Bel snaps her head to look at him, seeing Harry cradling his wrist close to his chest. She gasps, “I’ll get some ice.” 

She moves, leaving her place on top of him, and Harry hates that, so he flips them over Bel, lying under him, his “hurt” arm clutched to his chest. “Just need you.” 

Bel softens, “you have me.”

Harry lays down, his head on her chest, as he knows he gets to be the little spoon as he was the night before and the previous night. He loves being wrapped safely in his Bel’s arms. 

Bel sighs, feeling a sense of calm, knowing she has Harry safe in her arms, that he didn’t actually fall. She knows Jeff told her he would hand it. She didn’t want them to limit the water that security passed out during the show because the fans got hot and dehydrated, and that was their way to keep them safe. Bel knew they’d figure something out tomorrow, but tonight she’d count her blessings, happy to have Harry safe in their bed.