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Temporary Fix (18+)
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summary During the On the Road Again Tour, Harry uses his bandmate’s girlfriend as a distraction from his previous relationship.
warnings (18+) cheating!reader, possessive!longhair!harry, talks of explicit photos of reader, smut, whole thing is unprotected sex, rough sex, mentions of drugs (no actual drug use), fingering, cum eating
It all started with a late night in Boston.
Sitting on Harry’s hotel bed, his tall long haired figure sat, head held down.
You and Liam had a very bad disagreement so when dramatically stormed out you headed to Harry’s hotel room… only to find him in distress.
"It’s just-" He shook his head, curls swaying side to side, just wanting to get the thought of gripping them as he devoured your cunt out of your head whist this moment passed.
"She drove me fucking crazy," He expressed angrily, his accented voice grumbling. Your soft fingers caressed the back of his left one, lighting him up like hot coal. His voice of anger, deep and agitated, oddly turning you on. Clenching your thighs together as you comforted him. "Harry I’m so-" This was closer than you guys have ever been since the sexual tension built or since ever. You both knew you shouldn’t be here… this close to him.
You traced the prominent veins in the back of his hand as you thought about how you were somehow calming his nerves. Somehow yours too. Before coming into Harry’s room, you stormed out on Liam after a very long last disagreement. You never told him where you were heading but may he never assume it was to his bandmate, hand in hand.
"You need a distraction. Something to use until you get over this bitch," You told him lowly. Slowly leaning towards the suggestion you wanted to get to, you sighed. Harry just shook his head, "Y/n please-" He didn’t make any effort to move his hand away from yours.
Both of your knees touching, sending enough friction into you to lift the left hand of his you caressed. Laying the large palm upon your large bare thigh, laying it down right where your short skirt ended. Feeling instant warmth, Harry’s mouth falls agape before letting his nails pick your fabric. Mixed emotions filled his featured. Confusion with a devilish smirk growing.
"Use me."
Shocking you both with how the random wave of confidence and now anticipation filled your flesh. "Y/n," He warned. But not in a 'stop' tone it was more 'you don’t know what you’re getting yourself into' tone. Your breath hitched. If you were thinking straight you would apologized and leave like this never happened but you were both too deep to turn back. Your hand hesitantly made its way to his face. The soft palm of yours met his jawline, fingers reaching his long soft hair, shocking you both that you’re going this far. "Use me," Caressing his cheek you continued, "As a distraction," The way he was looking at you made you want to jump on him. His pink lips twitched, hesitating to smirk.
The room was all of a sudden silent. You took it upon yourself, to stand up and step in front of him. Harry’s head turnt up to keep eye contact He didn’t know what was happening but he wasn’t complaining. Taking a step forward, placing your hands on his shoulders. His shoulder get a nice squeeze from your fingers before some played with the curls in the back of his head. Harry slowly raised his hands his hands and placed them on the back of your bare thighs, pushing you into the space between his thighs. "What are you saying? You saying you want me to- What? Tell me, pretty," His voice husky, making your tummy do backflips. Hiding a little school girl giggle that’ll make you seem pathetic, you scrunched your skirt up.
Harry’s eyes pry down from your eyes to your bare thighs at were exposed. He closed his legs a bit, knowing your plan, allowing you to set yourself on his lap. Calves resting on either side of his thigh, you pressed your core against him. "Take all your emotions out on me. When your angry, upset, irritated… happy." Your hands meet the back of his head, two fingers running through the tight curls in his head.
His smirk grew, "Do you know what you’re asking for, love? Willing to let me have you?"
"Well, you’re going to have to share me remember?" You teased, smiling, quickly peaking down to look at his pink lips. "I don’t like sharing," He grumbled, pressing his hands to your lower back, pushing you closer to his figure. When he looked down to your peaking cleavage and your bare thighs beneath, his breath hitched. "But I guess I’ll have to, hmm?"
"Mhm," You hummed in your sweet, delicate voice. Wrapping your arms around his neck and pressing your lips against his. All of the tension finally broken. When you kissed it was like a bolt of electricity.
He tasted the mango flavored lip balm on your soft lips, getting a long lasting taste when his tongue collides with yours. His hands trail lower, down to your ass. The skirt’s fabric making it impossible for him to the get full satisfaction… not that he wasn’t happy with what he was receiving. Heads moving side to side as the kiss grew sloppy. You wrapped your lips around his tongue, sliding it out of your mouth. Breaths uneven, soon to be caught. "Let’s get this off baby." Baby.Your stomach turns and suddenly you forget all about your boyfriend who is just a couple of rooms down from the one you were making out with his bandmate in.
You nod in response, obeying his request. Pulling up your shirt over your head with Harry’s assistance. When your shirt was thrown somewhere across the room his eyes flung to your cleavage. As if it was two sizes too small, your boobs practically spilled out the bra like they were being suffocated. Didn’t even have to tell you, you pushed your skirt off as well leaving you in your black panties. "Oh my fuck. God you’re perfect," He huffed out, attaching his swollen lips back to yours.
Sliding his large hands up to harshly grope your breast, you gasp against his lips. He groaned against you when you accidentally grind against his hard. Reattaching your lips with his as Harry’s hands unclasp your bra from behind. The cold air hardens your nipples, a whimper shakily leaves your lips as you bump your body against his clothed chest. He pulls away from your face to look at your boobs, taking them in his large hands. "Shit," Harry curses under his breath. "Lay down for me baby," He releases his grip on your breast allowing you to place yourself on the bed.
Laying out on the cold sheets, your boobs recoil as you breathed heavily. Harry crawls so that he’s between your thighs. "Fucking shit, baby. You have no idea how fucking gorgeous you look laid out in front of me. I haven’t even fucked you yet and you’re already looking hot and fucked out. God Liam is a lucky fella," He couldn’t stop staring at your tits. The more he stared the more you wanted his touch.
"Harry touch me please," You swarmed when he began to crawl closer. Without answering, he passed you a devilish smirk before going tongue first and pressing a hard kiss against your lips. You moaned into his mouth, tasting him as he tasted you. Your hand meeting his long hair that dangled and tickled the side of your face. He pulled away but not letting you go a second without satisfaction. He placed burning hot kisses on to your neck. Teeth brushing pass your skin feverishly as he left wet sloppy kisses on your skin with a little sucking in between.
"N-no- God, right there," You moaned and whimpered as he continue to find your spot around your collarbone. "N-no marks, Harry," You told him with your strained voice. His lack of response tells you he didn’t hear you. "Harry-"
"I know what I’m doing, love."
Was all he said.
His tongue was hot against your stomach as he pressed kisses down to your core. "Harry, please," You whined.
Harry stared at your cunt through the now see through panties. You were so soaked that you can now see your aching cunt. Cursing under his breath, Harry slides your panties off watching your cunt come to color. "My cunt now," He claimed lowly. "Ye’ hear me baby girl?"
"Yes," Your voice was whiny. So wanting him to just fuck you already and skip the foreplay.
"What I say?"
"Your cunt now." Can you please- Harry," You whined. Swarming in front of him, he forcefully held your down with his arms weight in his wrist. "What you want, gorgeous, hmm? My mouth?"
You hummed a desperate yes as you peaked down at him. He runs his hands through his long hair before letting his nose brush against your bare cunt. "Oh, oh-" Harry licks up your slit before wrapping his plumped lips around your aching clit. Letting out an unholy moan and scream combined along with an unbearable whine. "Oh my god!" Harry sucked on your nub hard as you grabbed at the top of his head, practically pushing his head into your cunt.
Harry’s tongue lays around along your cunt sliding down your slit, leaving your swollen clit throbbing. Harry doesn’t let himself neglect your clit. Instead, he places his thumb in replace of his mouth, pressing down and rubbing in a circular motion as his tongue enters your pussy. "Oh my fucking-! Harry, Harry, Harry," You moan his name, praying you were too loud, or to the point people recognized your voice. But you didn’t care.
Harry hummed against your pussy making your legs shake and thighs clenched. Shaking his head as he devoured your cunt tasting your wetness on his tongue. You mewled lowly, trying to gain self control. "Yeah, you know I love them pretty noises, baby. But ye’ can’t be too loud. Your boyfriend’s down the-" Shutting him up and bringing him back down to your cunt. Understanding the message to shut up, Harry thrusted his tongue into you. Curling inside you, his tongue twisted in turned, your moans music to his ears.
Shooting the top of your body up as a shock ran through your body and to your thighs. "Oh my god, oh my god," Your voice shakes just as your thighs. Shock through your body when he hums, amused by your unholy sounds. The muscles in your tummy tightened as Harry pushed his tongue deeper in you getting to feel your walls clench as much as he fucking could. You were so close. "My clit, my clit. Harry, please, fuck," You pleaded for the same affection he gave to your hole to your clit. "Mmh kay baby," He did as you wanted and sucked your clit harder and harder. His lips must’ve looked so pretty sucking on your swollen nub.
Your body began to shake as you feel yourself getting worked up. "I’m cumming, I’m going to cum. Harry," You called out for him as your thighs shakes against the sheets as you let them collapse.
"I got you baby. Cum f’me, I got you," The words comforted you as you experienced your high. Your chest rises heavily as the knot in your stomach consisted as you released the ooz from throbbing cunt. You huffed out, breath hitching in your throat when you feel Harry’s tongue at the rim of your hole. Not letting the cum go to waste, eating his cause as you mewled weakly.
"Taste so fucking sweet, baby."
He came up from between your legs to get a good view of your face. Your breathing still uneven and your expression is still in disbelief.
"You look so hot," He said hovering over your trembling body. Resting his left palm on the side of your head where some strands of your hair laid upon the white bedsheets and his other hand met the opposite side’s breast. You hissed as he pinched your nipple ever so lightly. So sensitive to touch, you whine his name. "Want me to fuck you, baby?" Your eyes widen. You immediately wanting more of what he has to offer. Your cunt still recovering from your previous orgasm.
"Yes please. That’s exactly what I want, Harry. Please, yes. Fuck me. Please, just fuck me already. I’m on the pill, just fuck me please," You spoke fast. The words spilled out like they’ve been built up for forever. Harry’s smirk grew as big as it can get. "’M gonna give ye’ what ye want, pretty. ‘Cause you deserve it, ye’?" You nodded. "Been such a good girl f‘ me. Let me devour your pretty pink cunt till you let the whole hotel know my name, huh?" Cocky little shit. And it was hot.
Harry crawled back and off the bed. You’d never past up the opportunity to see Harry strip. Resting on your elbows, catching him in the middle of the process of eliminating his shirt. Your tummy turns at the sight of the hidden tattoos that you admire whenever you possibly can.
He looks up at you as you practically drool over the belt of his pants being knocked somewhere in the room. He tugged down his skinny jeans, that added 2x the amount of pressure against his hard, enlarged cock. Removing the pants and being left in his briefs.
The large indent in his briefs and the breed of precum that tinted the color of the briefs makes you swallow harshly. Harry pulls down the briefs, feeling instant relief when his cock is set free, slapping against his stomach. It was big.
Almost wanting to go jumping at it and shove it balls deep in your mouth if possible.
He was really big. A raging thick vein spread out around his cock. His pink mushroom headed tip had a tear of precum dripping on it’s sides. "Oh my god," You gulped. Throwing your head back wondering how that was going to actually fucking destroy your pussy you would have no way to lie to your boyfriend about this.
Harry smirked crawling over you. And you soon realized his hair wasn’t dangling in his face and that he somehow managed to tie it up without you realizing. "I’m going to fuck this cunt so bad. Can’t wait to have you clenching around my fat cock like you did my tongue, hmm?"
You nodded leaning forward and pressing his lips against yours. "Just do it," You knew he was going to spread your cunt into two.
"Ready?"
You nodded, reassuring him you were ready. Harry let his cock slide down your folds, the hard tip making you whimper. Harry slides his tip in, immediately stretching your hole. Earning a tiny whimper from you and a full out scream when he pushes himself half way inside of you. Your pussy cries for justice as his cock isn’t even fully buried. "Oh my god! Please, fuck! More, Harry, do it," You moaned.
Harry took your words and pulled himself to the point where he was at your entrance, tip still in. Harry slammed himself full length, balls deep into your cunt. You mewled loudly, tears escaping the hold of the lids. You cried out his name as he thrusted in and out of you.
"God baby. You’re so fucking pretty when you cry. Feels good?" He thrusted into you roughly, his balls slapping against your skin.
"F-Feels so fucking g-good, Harry. Oh my gosh! I feel you, it feels so good," You cried. "Where does it feel good baby? Tell me, hmm?"
You looked down and laid your palm on your core to your mid stomach. "Right here. You’re so deep in me. Feels like you’re in my tummy," You moaned. Harry’s thrust continued, he groaned loudly when your cunt clenched around his dick. Throwing his head back, Harry stretched your leg along with him. When he came to look at you, he laid his large hot palm against your stomach, pressing down. "Right here?"
"Y-yea. Right there."
It was like a heart beating hardly in your stomach. He kept pounding into you as moans and whimpers were being muffled in your mouth. "God. Bet Liam can’t fuck you like this, hmm angel?" You shook your head, "N-no." You’ve never felt this full. Your hole was stretched larger than it’s ever been. It hurt like shit but it felt so good. "I’ve been waiting so long to stuff such a tight cunt."
"I’m going to use you like the little whore you are," The degrading words sending a whirl on your tummy and you moan in response. "Please," You moan as you run into the brink of your second orgasm. "I’m so so so close."
How were you going to walk the next morning?
Ever since that night in Boston, he did as you said and used you. How you managed to get up that morning and work through the pain was above you both. But the agreement stayed. Whatever it was… quick fucks in the bathroom, a hard slow sensual neck kiss, an accidental rub against the thigh, he found a way to get near you. Just to touch you. After that night, you were like a drug. He was addicted to you. Harry couldn’t help but grow very possessive over you. Harry knew that he was going to have to share you. And shit, did it bug him whenever he has seen you two getting way too comfortable in front of him. Getting very angry whenever he sees you being close and cuddly with Liam. Whenever you can’t tend to him because you’re tending to Liam.
Even after a week and a half of the arrangement, Harry had watched as Liam had his hands just a couple of inches away from your ass as you placed a soft peck against his lips. You guys were sitting at the end of the lounge couch. You curled up in Liam’s side as he rested his palm against your lower back. He kissed you and you practically held back a gagged. You couldn’t help but grow a bitter taste in your mouth whenever he kissed you now that Harry was in the picture. Knowing Harry was observing every little thing you did with Liam and adding on for reasons to punish you later. Just the night before, Harry had claimed you as his. You still had the bruise on your ass and the marks on your core that gave the certification. He made you his, and only his. Maybe it was in the moment but he knew that you being just his wasn’t so possible with your current relationship status. But he was making it work. He swore he better not catch you with any marks from Liam, or any news that you fucked him. Or you would be in for it. When you’d look over at him and his long hair is being swung to one side and he has that mean look on his face. You would know when he’s feeling antsy or jealous when his nose flares and he does that eyebrow raise. His face would say, "Wait for tonight," and you’d gulp down in embarrassment, completely flushed.
When you both began to get very comfortable with the arrangement, one day, you took it upon yourself to send Harry some explicit photos of you. Photos of you half naked in the mirror. Cleavage, unbearable, against your chest, your body in view just enough to rile him up.
Harry Holy shit
Harry DID YOU JUST GET OUT THE SHOWER??
Harry ???
Y/n Going in the shower now
Harry Facetime me please
Harry Y/n pick up your phone
Harry Y/n that fucking photo
Harry You’re fucking thighs should be fucking wrapped around my head suffocating me right now
Harry You’re so fucking thick and pretty baby god
Smiling when you see his name popping up to FaceTime for the second time now, declining.
Y/n Can’t FaceTime right now. He’s sleeping.
Y/n I would answer but YOU don’t know how to stay quiet
Harry I’ll be quiet
Harry I promise
Harry Just answer baby please
You answered. How could you deny a "Baby please"? It was tempting not to just run over to his room and have him fuck you senseless.
Harry’s text would get really amusing to watch coming through your phone. The amount of times he needed you when you were tending to Liam is endless.
Harry Come to my room now, angel
Harry Come to me now
Harry Baby
Your personal favorite text is when he couldn’t control himself. When he needed you so bad his text began to get really specific in needs.
Harry So hard thinking about you. Can you come down to my room now? I don’t want to wait all tonight.
Harry Your ass looks so perfect in those shorts baby. So fucking hot
Harry Didn’t get the chance to say how much i loved your outfit.
Harry Your boobs look amazing.
You You were staring?🤨
Harry When am I not? I always stare at you baby
Harry Just a quick fuck right now
Harry Come on.
Harry Let’s go
Harry where the fuck are you
Shoving you into the bathroom, mouth instantly meeting your neck to place a harsh, kiss with the softest lips you can ever experience to your smooth skin. Harry anomalistically leaves hot kisses and marks of his tongue on your neck. "So what? Too busy fucking him to answer your bloody phone, huh?" His voice deep and raspy. Turning you around, untucking your white top from your skirt.
"I’m- I’m sorry." You whimpered, biting back the smirk that was growing as he manhandled you. The thought of getting caught with his bandmate’s girlfriend definitely startled Harry, don’t get him wrong. He was a big name and just one little thing or one big thing like this could fuck up his reputation. It was sneaky, and you liked it. Harry groped your large breast roughly, "Turn around," You did as told. "You know you’re not sorry. Too busy being a little cheating slut," His words making you moan and curse that him calling you such a degrading word made your core turn. The sound of his belt metal slapping and swinging around made your body shake as you were swung over the bathroom sink.
Harry slides your skirt up, a low groan leaving his throat at the view of your naked cunt. "Shit, no panties today? Who’d you do this for, hmm?" Harry ran his middle finger between your slick folds feeling warmth, spreading your wetness along your cunt as you dropped. "All for you, H." Harry grinned. "Having your bare cunt out f’me? Such a fucking slut. My little whore, is that right baby?"
"Y-y-yeah. I’m your whore," You arched your back holding on to the edge of the counter for leverage, Harry's fingers pound into you. His thick index and middle finger thrust into you, clenching around him instantly. Your hole still stretched from the night before and your walls suffocating his fingers like they were in a chokehold, making him groan as he began to move them in a ‘come hither’ motion. "Oh my god," You hissed out holding your mouth and muffling your devilish mewl. "Please, please. Faster, H. Faster," You got what you requested. Harry’s fingers moved faster and faster in you. Once again, it was like a little beat in your stomach. Harry knew how to make you feel things you’ve never felt before when sexually active, and you couldn’t be more grateful he had a mouth and fingers of a god.
"God you’re clenching around my fingers. I wish we had some more time so I could bury my cock in there." You whined, "Please. Fuck me, please," Your hooded eyes looked at him through the mirror hung in front of you. He hovers behind you, his fingers still thrusting, his lips adjusted above your ear. Pressing a gentle kiss against it, he whispers, "As if I didn’t split you and your tight cunt into two last night. Wasn’t enough, hmm?"
"No, no. Please- Fuck," You cried quietly, squeezing your legs together as your stomach tightened. "Oh fuck fuck fuck," The more you cursed the faster he went. Kissing down your neck and pressing himself against you. "You know I can’t fuck you right here baby. But god don’t you feel so good," He purred looking up in the mirror to see you completely blissed out. Mouth hung open, eyes clothed shut. He slapped his palm against your hip activating your weak legs.
Times like those were the times Harry could only squeeze in so little time with you.
It was rare for you to text Harry for a fuck. The main reason you would have texted him was when you and Liam had a another disagreement that turned into something more than what it should’ve.
Y/n Where are you right now? Are you in your room???
Harry Yes
Not so long after that, Liam arrives at Harry’s hotel room door. "Have ye’ seen Y/n? I can’t find ha’" Liam panicked. Harry put on a phony act.
"Uh- I think she was heading down stairs. She sounded pretty upset early. I think she said she was going on a walk to clear her mind before we had rehearsal. Y’all got into it, huh?"
"Ye’ I fucked up, mate. I really did," Liam shook his head before Harry wished him good luck on finding you and ran down to the hotel’s floor elevator. As for Harry, he shut the door and turned around to see spread out across his bed. Naked and ready to be his first meal of the day.
Having your phone on "Do Not Disturb" all day and sliding down on his text was your way of hiding his text. Some days you’d silence his text completely.
Harry Okay, can you unmute my text now
You you’re unmuted
Harry Thank you. Meet me in 20
You Sure
Harry Wasn’t a question.
Harry did not care. He was so reckless with the text. Knowing Liam was so trusting of you and your loyalty, he texted so freely.
Times when Harry felt it was time to soften his dominance were sometimes your favorite.
Harry I need to see you right now
Harry Quickie??????????
You A very very quick one
Harry Thanks love
You Harry. I’m not playing. Quick!
Was not quick.
At one point you and Liam’s relationship wasn’t going well. Having you to get your own hotel room instead of share because you needed space and also a way to sneak out to see Harry some nights.
You got out of Harry’s bed throwing on your bra and panties before he could complain. But it was too late. "Y/nnnnn," He whined out. His morning voice was deep and groggy. When you turned around to look at him, he was shirtless against the bed’s headboard. Harry in a man-bun but loose strands everywhere from his reckless sleeping. Harry admired your body, "You know…" He began and you let out a loud exaggerated sigh.
Harry rolled his eyes spinning his legs over the bed and walking over to your half naked body. Holding on to your waist. "I didn’t know this sharing stuff would be hard. I know we’re just fucking as a distraction to my failed love life but I don’t like sharing." You snort out a laugh at his comment about his love life and look up at him to see his dead serious expression.
"I-Well- You don’t have to worry about that much longer, H. Promise," You told him and his eyes widen. "Are you breaking up with him?" Harry’s voice was low like there was another soul in the room and you gave him a little giggle in response.
"Not for you. Don’t get cocky," You teased lightly, only a partial lie. "But yeah. I just feel like it’s bound to happen. So don’t worry, you’d get me all to yourself in no time," Wrapping your arms around his neck, kissing his bare chest, his breath hitched. "Mmh, you’re just perfect, aren’t you?"
After that morning, Harry couldn’t get the fact that you were officially breaking up with Liam out of his head. Harry grew more passionate in the arrangement and that wasn’t the plan. He wouldn’t say he caught feelings but definitely got more affectionate and all sex turned into some meaningful kisses that were never spoken upon.
TEMPORARY FIX PART TWO SNEAK PEAK HERE!
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croptopsforhaz · 2 years
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would you recognize my face?
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mulledcherrywine · 1 year
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opia - harry styles x o.c.
you do not know how fast you have been running, how hard you have been working, how truly exhausted you are, until someone stands behind you and says “it’s okay, you can fall down now. I’ll catch you.” - taylor jenkins reid, the seven husbands of evelyn hugo
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Thérèse had been chasing purpose since leaving school, tracing map after map for a someplace.
Harry’s struggles to build an idea of himself after leaving such a big piece of his identity behind, seeking a sound feels like an impossibility.
The world is wide, but she finds away of bringing us back home, wherever — or whoever — that may be.
(HS1 ERA)
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harry styles as himself
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jane birkin as Thérèse
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Hiya! I plan to update weekly, so stay tuned!!
part 1 - coming soon
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classicsbooks · 8 months
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not my pic, but LOT ends in 2 days and i’m depressed🤪
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nobodyislistening91 · 2 years
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HS1!
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Hello, what are your top 3 moments that comes to your mind when you think about Larry?
not really moments but:
their matching tattoos
come so far from princess park
the carpool karaoke food and drink sharing
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persephoneflouwers · 8 months
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i'm so ashamed to admit that h*h was a bad album,everyone here says it's their best one the album is as deep as a saucer,it's pretty empty of meaning and this fandom tries to do complex analysis, and there is not.
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Let’s talk another shocking HSLOT song on the European leg: STOCKHOLM SYNDROME
I legit though I was hallucinating watching the May 13th livestream from Horsens when the opening chords started. Even though he wrote this one, Harry so rarely adds 1D songs to his setlist. He played it occasionally in 2017-2018 since HS1 only had 10 tracks.
And this summer, though he sometimes alternated with Daylight, he played it consistently starting May 13th.
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It’s one of his more…suggestive 1D songs, talking about how happy he is to be ensnared in the bedroom of his captor (guess who?). And as he plays it more this summer he fiddles with his Gucci ring while singing “holding your hand and talking about your eyes.” He also changes the emphasis of some lyrics right from May 13th, singing “he used to sing about being free but now he’s *changed his mind!*” The change reminded me of Blondie’s new vocal emphases in The 1 (*take her home*) and Illicit Affairs (you showed me colours you know I *can’t* see with anyone else).
Here’s an example from Frankfurt (night before SNTV was released, glimpse the purple):
And for some fun, here is the world’s most chaotic 1D promo video when FOUR was released, filmed in early November 2014. The song was a fan fave on this album. Ben Winston fights a valiant fight, but trying to keep these 5 on track is…a lot.
Timestamp 26:07-27:30 for Harry’s attempt at describing his inspiration.
Am dead. He likened her to a nymphomaniac. Bet that went over real well with all the publicists.
In other delightful highlights, Timestamp 28:35-29:05 is his familiar response to how he feels about the (alleged) songs written about him by Taylor.
And this TOTAL GEM at Timestamp 32:16-32:33.
Harry tells Ben that his fave 1D song is Got To Be You (about reuniting with a former love). They all agree it’s for personal reasons.
Then, Harry claps and says “Well done, Taylor!”
Niall chuckles and mutters “Your boyfriend’s back!”
And Liam shushes Niall, telling him “You’re going to get in trouble…”
Niall Horan, Haylor AF.
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fromdickinsonwithlove · 11 months
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haileesteinfeld one billion streams. thank you. 🤍 #letmego
So happy her music is getting the appreciation it deserves! Still can’t wait for HS1
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Zayn’s promo strategy really points up how much work it is when an artist does it right. He’s done some Instagram posts, Hot Ones (‘authentic’, ‘raw’, here’s a nice story about how I saved Harry’s pretty face), 30 seconds on Kimmel, and now a Twitch stream? Bloody hell.
I know he will have fewer opportunities available to him than the others, except Liam, because he’s missed the wave, but so far this is very low effort. Hot Ones was a coup for him at his present level but he needs more, with that reach, to get anywhere. All the playlisting he’s got isn’t going to swing it without him doing some sofas. Harry really pounded the streets for HS1 and FL, any gig was welcome. Obviously Zayn has more to do but I’m really surprised about the Twitch livestream, that is so tacky
He's not even advertising these promo slots so that people can tune in. His fandom found out about Fallon after he'd been on.
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berlinini · 1 year
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Do you mind if I make a wild accusation based on the hiatus timeline?
I think all three Liam, Niall and Louis did actually believe it was a hiatus in the beginning. I guess the other two guys realised quite quickly that the roll-out for Harry's career was not just for a side project, they needed to find their own record deals. Given the relationship Louis had with Harry, he thought Harry would never betray him and the band would get back together at some point. Additionally, he did not want to be a solo artist. He was biding his time doing side projects. He didn't feel this was a permanent thing so he didn't really shop around for a proper record deal. He also carried the insecurities from the 1D days and not getting many singing parts to actually market himself as a solo artist. He just took the Syco deal who wanted him primarily to be on xfactor. They kept treating Louis the way they did in the 1D days. They showed no faith in his album or musical talent. They completely slashed his promo and got him blacklisted when they realised the big overlap between his and Harry's fanbase (i.e. the Larries). This was important because Harry's pop music career was their long term money maker and Louis' was just a distraction.
For Louis this was the cut off point when he decided to severe his final ties with Harry as well as Syco.
All conjecture of course.
I generally agree - however I don't think Louis even had the opportunity to "shop around for a label". I don't remember how it's call (right of release?) anyways there's this contractual thing that allows the label to keep an artist if they outbid the other label. I read about it a long time ago and it's far in my head now. But basically if Louis had gone to UMG, Sony could have kept him. Which makes shopping around when you're signed to one a the big major difficult. Zayn signed with RCA (Sony). Harry created his own label (under Sony). Liam and Niall signed outside of Sony. I'm pretty sure Louis never had the chance to considering another major. He probably didn't want to create his own label given solo stuff wasn't on his mind. Syco seemed like a continuation of a relationship.
He ended up leaving Syco because it went bankrupt. It's clear he owed Syco/Sony at least an album and a tour, since he couldn't release FITF before or during LTWT. It's possible his participation to the XFactor was used as a contractual deliverable (as at the time it seemed to replace the release of LT0)(theory). I can't imagine how complicated the legalities of "cutting ties" with Syco/Sony were. Artist usually sign deals for several albums (1D was 5 albums, Harry is 4). It's possible Louis had signed for only 1, since he wasn't sure about his solo career. It's possible that, for reasons that we'll probably never know, Sony agreed to end its contract prior do the deliveries of all the albums. If I remember correctly (but vaguely), some of Syco's artists were moved to another label under Sony.
In any case, it's so obvious that Louis' solo career was crushed following the success of JHO and BTY, it's clear that HS1 wasn't the success that Sony had wanted, and it's clear that those trajectories were inverted for them around 2017-2018 - so mysteriously!! - when LT0 was shelved/Louis had to do XFUK and Harry went back to the studio to write a pop album with Rob Stringer breathing down his neck so he would get his return on investment. And when Louis finally release his solo album, it was so long after the hiatus that he lost all the momentum and his fanbase was decimated - just look at the abyssmal different in streaming numbers between JHO/BTY/Miss You even and Walls' most popular songs.
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whitemancumslut · 1 year
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warnings switch!harry, sub!reader, dom!zayn, open-relationship
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Y/n had been staring down the individual that had stood there on his second beer now. Gulping, she bit her lip, unintentionally. Her mind going places it shouldn’t with her man right beside her.
Y/n was staring at that man, discreetly, at least she thought, her glances weren’t noticeable. Harry couldn’t lie if he didn’t stare at the man as well. The thought of having that man bend him over and fuck him on front of Y/n hit him many times in the moment.
Harry’s lip quirked up into a smirk, when he came to the conclusion… he couldn’t blame his girlfriend. The man was fairly attractive.
Really attractive.
He doesn’t know what motivates him more, maybe it’s the slight jealousy, or the thought of him being destroyed by such, but he excuses himself from the table making his way over to the bar. Y/n couldn’t tell what was going on but her gaze on the man was broken when Harry came in front of her view.
Realizing how long she’s been staring down the man, she grew hot. Squeezing her thighs together as the man took a swipe of the liquor in his glass. She saw Harry slide his way over towards the direction of the male she’s been eye-fucking.
Harry raised his hand up calling the bartender over.
All Y/n could see is Harry holding up two fingers up and glare at the other man whose smirking at Harry. Hair of a prince, the man was slightly shorter than Harry, tatted sleeves up his arm and some leading to his neck.
Harry’s words were mute but everyone’s attention went to Harry.
Time gave itself at least 15 minutes of talking and there stood her man kissing another man.
Jaws dropped.
Gasp and curses of shock were echoed over the music that echoed through the bar. Y/n’s breath came to a halt, wasn’t afraid to admit she was oddly turned on by this encounter. Her mouth stayed agape and her breath hitched.
The man had his large palms holding Harry’s waist, and one on his jaw sinking lower to his neck, whilst his lips sucked on Harry’s lower one. Harry’s hands wrapped around the man’s neck and back arched to the friction that shot through his body. Harry did not expect this from the man. The man was radiating strong deceitful energy that made him melt into his arms instantly.
The kiss was slow, hard. Tongues brushed past each other for a brief moment before the two broke away, catching their uneven breaths. His friends didn’t know how to react in the moment. Everyone saw Harry slip his digits in to the phone that was passed to him.
Smirking, Harry tilts his head in your direction to stare into your eyes. Chugging his alcohol like water he turns his attention back to the tatted man whose now stuck to his hip.
"Why’d you kiss that man, Daddy?" Y/n questioned as Harry tied her up to the chair in their room.
"Is this too tight? Is it good?" He ignored her whiny voice, focusing on the ties on her ankles and wrist. Tugging on them making sure she wouldn’t be able to break.
"It feels fine, but Daddy-"
"No," He scolded. "You were staring that man down like you wanted him to dick you down. Am I wrong? Tell me, because what I saw wasn’t an innocent look, baby. And you know it. You wanted him to do bad things to you, is that right?"
Y/n’s mouth went dry as Harry gave the rope one last tug.
Before she could reply, the bell had rung. Both of their heads shot up, the sound lingering for a while. "I’ll be back," He told her walking out the bedroom.
Who could be ringing the doorbell that this time at night?
Y/n’s jaw departs. Zayn entered their bedroom, trailing behind Harry. Zayn doesn’t get time to examine the room and even acknowledge Y/n’s presence before Harry crashed his lips onto his, moaning into his mouth the moment Zayn’s hands touched him.
Y/n’s mouth watered.
Harry kissed Zayn passionately, full of hunger and lust. Zayn’s large hands rested on his sides as Harry pulls away. "She’s going to sit here and watch. Is that okay?"
Zayn’s head turns to Y/n who looked completely defeated. A smirk spreads across Zayn’s handsome face, "Oh, was someone misbehaving?" Zayn teased.
"Yes. Little whore, couldn’t take her eyes off of you. Wanting you to fucking destroy her… I just thought she could watch as you do those exact things to me," Harry kept his gaze on her leaning back in to kiss the man in front of him. Zayn let his eyes flutter shut but immediately moves his hand on Harry’s jaw, applying slight pressure to pry it open. His tongue filled the hole, swooping in so swiftly. Harry moaned in the kiss, getting completely lost. His eyes fluttered shut when Zayn began guiding him to the bed behind him.
Y/n watched as Zayn’s jaw clenched and roughly took Harry’s face in between his fingers. His fingers pressing his cheekbones, forcing him to look at him. Trying to shake her way out of the ties, defeating herself knowing it was so use. Harry tied it tight enough, learning his lesson when you escaped last time.
Harry moaned wrapping his lips around Zayn’s tongue, allowing the man to back him up towards their bed. Harry’s hands flew up to Zayn’s neck and slide back to rest on his shoulder blades. His tongue colliding with his, reaching it as far as he could inside, before Zayn deepened the kiss.
Harry’s eyes open wide, completely shocked by the hardness of the kiss. Zayn pulls away, teeth harshly sliding off Harry’s bottom lip, it hurt, but he liked it.
"On bed," Zayn demanded. Tapping Harry’s bum lightly making him giggle like a little school girl, Y/n’s thighs closed as she grinded herself against the chair, being turned on by the dark cloud of submissive that hit her boyfriend before.
Harry’s big doe eyes stayed glued to Zayn’s. Filled with passion and lust, his pupils darkened, backing up towards the large white cottoned bed behind him, he fell back, adjusting himself so he could watch Zayn hover over him. Not taking his eyes off him, Zayn adjusts himself between his thighs, "Fuck," Y/n hissed out. Tears brimmed her eyes, "Daddy, please, I-" Y/n felt so left out but so turned on.
Her pleads were cut off by the sight of Zayn taking off his shirt. Both Harry and Y/n’s eyes nearly popped out of their heads when Zayns bare skin is exposed. With tattoos covering his chest and collarbones, he began leaning his body down and Harry wrapping his legs around Zayns back. Reaching up for his face, Harry takes him closer, having his cock rub against his ass. "O-oh, my," Harry gasped.
His mouth falls open when Zayn adjusted himself so where his clothed hard-on cock brush against Harry’s. A whimper leaves both Harry and Y/n’s lips, "So fucking hot," Zayn praised. "You gon’ take my cock," Zayn instructed. "Understood, yeh?"
"Yes-"
"Yes, sir," He corrected. Both Y/n and Harry’s stomach turned at the dominance in his deep accented voice.
A hot tear rolled down Y/n’s cheek, wishing she could enjoying this just as much as Harry was.
Harry cleared his throat, "Yes. Yes, sir." He corrected himself, getting up on his knees, watching Zayn take off his jeans, Harry began to take his own off as well.
Harry rested in his briefs, his bum sitting on the back of his feet as Zayn stripped all the way.
Leaving the couple drooling.
Y/n’s eyes rolled down the art on his bare legs, tattoos printed all over the man’s body. Cutting the attention on his tattoos short-Zayn’s hard cock slapped against his stomach, twitching before settling. His cocky stuck with a strong prominent vein, the length making Y/n groan.
Before Harry could have a moment to process, Zayn roughly takes the back of his head, tangling Harry’s right curls in his fingers guiding him to his cock. Harry pushes himself ahead of Zayn’s grip and lets the large length slide into his mouth.
"Fucking whore," Zayn scoffed, swallowing the moan that he was afraid would hover over his dominance. Harry begins to suck harder, creating a prominent dent in his cheeks. Looking up at the tatted man above him as he takes the back of his head and shoved him down in his length until his tip hit the back his throat.
Letting the weight of Zayn’s thick cock rest of on the base of his tongue.
Harry’s eyes brim with tears and his breath become uneven.
"Take it."
"Breathe through your nose, pretty. Just like that."
"Harder, baby," Harry does Zayn says and sucks harder. Going up and down his shaft moaning around him, Y/n cried out, "C-Can I try? Please, please, sir, I’m a good girl, I promise," The pleading was music is both of their ears. Zayn looks over at Y/n who had gave up on the breaking away, knowing it was useless and began crying and pleading.
"You want to try, huh?"
Harry forces himself off the cock, disobeying the force of Zayn’s hand on the back of his head, leaving a line of salvia falling from his lip. "No, sir. She doesn’t deserve it, she’s been a fucking whore all nigh-"
"Shut up," Zayn growls. Gripping the back of Harry’s head and shoving him back down on his length. Harry gags around the thick shaft, tears spilling from his eyes.
"You shouldn’t be talking, that right love? Being such a fucking cock slut, am I right," Zayn taunts Harry as he shoves his down so his nose feels the pricks of hair on his pelvis. Both Y/n and Zayn watch Harry shake his head defeatedly against his skin. "That’s what I thought."
Harry’s hair is tightly gripped in between Zayn’s large fingers before Zayn tugs him off his cock, leaving a whimper escaping his pretty pink lips. "Untie her," He demanded.
Harry’s dominance flew out the window.
He scurried off the bed and to his girlfriend. Y/n’s leg shake as Harry begins to untie the knots that held her hands together.
Behind them, Zayn jerked himself lightly watching Harry quickly take off the rope.
Y/n gasps when it slide off her hands and Harry helps her up. "Take ye’ clothes off," Zayn said. "Bare, both of you."
Y/n strips to nothing and Harry takes of his briefs. His hard cock, so thick and long, leaking precum.
They both stand their waiting for instructions. "You," Zayn points to Y/n and used a ‘come hither’ motion with his digits. Y/n crawls onto the bed, in front of his cock.
Before she could think, just as he did Harry, he shoved her down on his length. Halfway, guiding her through, Y/n took as much as she can before he can take more control. Harry’s chest rises up and down, the anticipation of what his instructions would be. Y/n looks up through he lashes to see Zayns reach down to wipe the spit off her bottom lip. "Love," He calls Harry.
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shit fuck where do i start? i havent posted in so long and i’m so so sorry. i’ve had a really sad long week and it’s really hard because all im focused on is work and i can hardly have time to fill in the request yall bring in. but now im back, spam the request again!! they bring me inspo and light. love u:)!
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svechnikovvv · 1 year
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don’t get me wrong, i love the harry’s house album, i’ve streamed it so many times. buttttt i feel like some of the songs are difficult to write for
so, without further ado, this is me announcing that i’m gonna be doing an album series
i’ve been wanting to do this for a while, but i’ve been putting it back
so now’s the time
( inspired by faithlynn’s midnights series @babydollmarauders 🫶🏻 )
so, i need you guys to work your magic and do some voting
also, i have most requests done for my birthday celly and they’re sitting in the drafts waiting to be posted 🫶🏻
since i’m off of school next week, i’ll be finishing them up (:
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mulledcherrywine · 2 years
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twopoppies · 2 years
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Hey Gina,
This is bothering me so much. So do you think that listening to the leaked album is direspectful? because everyone in twitter says that, but since I've seen here in tumblr that you guys think is not and the same team of Harry leaked it, which actually makes so much sense to me, but I still don't hear it completely, even though I totally want to, but I think that the people in twitter do not think they could have leaked it themselves. But well, my question just was if you think is disrespectful or something.
Have a nice day/night 💕
Hi pumpkin. I already answered this a few minutes ago, but I think people on Twitter are being ridiculous. We didn’t have a single leak from HS1 or Fine Line (or Walls). Do they really think an entire album, plus unreleased songs from HS1 and 1D, could have hit and it was just allowed to be there for hours before the links started disappearing? And would Sony corporate really have tweeted about it (drawing even more attention to it) in such a lighthearted way if it was an actual leak?
And how does this actually hurt Harry? It creates more work of mouth and more hype for when the album drops. People will want to know if the leak was the actual album, are any of the suns different, etc etc. It will likely increase streaming and sales.
If you’re interested, listen to it. If you’re actually concerned about Harry’s sales/streaming, then don’t share it with anyone else (although, as I said, I don’t think it matters one but). As usual, people on Twitter are dogpiling on a bullying campaign without even understanding what they’re bullying people about.
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Harry having the best selling single in the world and third best selling album (and FL at 5 and HS1 at 9 in their years of release) makes me think fondly of your naysayer anon who said Harry would flop. Ahem, and all those 1D fans who constantly dragged Harry because Harry wasn’t a streaming force with HS1 and didn’t have a radio/streaming “hit”… I don’t consider myself a petty person but it feels great. (Lol, I’m definitely petty)
I'm Petty Mahomes
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