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Child/young me joining the Harry Potter and One Direction fandoms and finding everyone shipping canonically straight men/women together: What the FuCk did I join? 🤠😲

Adult me: *believes everyone is bisexual so I can ship them with each other, with their canon partners and of course with my favourite ship, with myself* 😏

We met before any of this. Before the fans, the flashing lights, before the stage became home and interviews replaced sleep. You were there when I was just Harry—before the curls got famous, before the world cared who I kissed. We were kids, really. Just two idiots figuring things out. You always kept me grounded, always knew when to push me and when to pull me back. It wasn’t long before we became best friends—the kind that finish each other's sentences, who don’t need to speak to be understood.

And then, somewhere along the way, we crossed a line.

It wasn’t planned. Just one of those late nights, too much laughing, too little thinking. A kiss. Then another. And suddenly the line between “just friends” and something else blurred.

But we never talked about it. Maybe we were scared. Maybe we didn’t want to risk what we already had. So we buried it. Moved on. Acted like it never happened—until it did again. And again. It became our thing. Quiet. Unspoken. Safe behind closed doors, hidden beneath layers of jokes and familiarity.

Now it’s 2012. The world knows me as Harry Styles. I’m on tour with the boys, trying to navigate fame and pressure. You joined us for the last stretch of the tour, and it felt like everything clicked into place again. Being around you is the one thing that still feels real, even when we’re sneaking onto a beach at 2 a.m., stripping down like nothing’s changed.

But it has. I just don’t know how to tell you that. Not without risking everything. So I keep pretending. Keep laughing. Keep diving into freezing waves at your side, hoping one day, maybe, we’ll stop pretending this isn’t more than friendship.

Because to me? It already is.

🌊 | beach night as...best friends?

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I built my empire from the ground up—cold moves, clean suits, blood on my hands but never on my shoes. I was sharp, ruthless, untouchable. Never trusted anyone, never needed anyone.

Then you showed up.

You weren’t supposed to matter. You were hired for a job—just a contract. But the first time you walked into my office, I knew I was in trouble. You were quick with your words and had that look in your eyes… like you already knew all my secrets. I tried to keep it professional. You didn’t. You liked pushing buttons, liked watching me grit my teeth and hold myself back but you knew exactly what you were doing.

Before I knew it, you were in. In my life, in my head, in my bed. You weren’t just fire—you were strategy, grace, poison in a wine glass. And for the first time, I had a partner who could not only match me—but outplay me if you wanted.

We were unstoppable. Cold jobs, clean exits, no loose ends. But I knew there’d be a price eventually. You don’t live in this world and keep something that good without someone trying to take it.

That job last week? The one that went too clean? That was the setup. Someone inside tipped them off. I walked straight into it, cuffed before I could blink. I should’ve seen it coming. I always do.

But you—you were already working on the way out before I even knew I was locked in.

Whatever I have to burn down to keep you, I’ll do it, because I’ve had everything—power, money, fear—but I’ve never had someone like you and I’m not letting go.

⛓️‍💥 | you help him escape

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hi love!! how are you doing? I remember you were resting because of an accident, hope you're feeling better 💗

hiii, I'm fine thanks, definitely way better. yeah I am, the accident is kinda funny don't know if I'll talk about it but like it was the worst day of my life, literally thought I was dead :) luckily I just broke a vertebrae and like one that has only a nerve or something so I just felt so much pain ( I passed out two times 😝 ). Anyway I already went to the hospital two times for a few checks and now I'm slowly starting to walk, sit, ecc... waiting to see if I can go to physiotherapy!

YOURE FEEDING US WTFFF THE NEW ONE IS SO GOOD TOO???

OMG THANK YOU SO MUCH LOVE! I'M GONNA CRY. I HAVE A OTHERS BUT I'LL PROBABLY KEEP THEM FOR TOMORROW, I HAVE TO THINK ABOUT IT AHAHAH BUT I HAVE SO MANY IDEAS.

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You were always mine. Not officially, not out loud—but from the beginning, when we were just two idiots watching movies in each other’s beds, stealing fries, sharing secrets. We weren’t dating. But we weren’t just friends either. It was that dangerous in-between. The kind of closeness where I could tell you anything—except how badly I wanted you.

I was going to say it, eventually. I just didn’t want to ruin what we had.

Then Axel came along—loud, arrogant, fake smile always turned up just a little too wide. He saw it—what I felt for you. I think that’s why he did it. He asked you out before I could and you said yes. I had to stand there and pretend it didn’t gut me. Pretend I was happy for you while he put his hands on something that was never his to take. Worse? He knew it. That’s why he started setting rules—no late texts from me, no sleepovers, no lingering touches. He didn’t just want you—he wanted to cut me out.

And I let him. For a while.

Until he fucked it up himself. Cheated. Lied. Said you weren’t official, like that made it better. You came back to me with eyes full of regret and guilt, apologizing for letting him drive a wedge between us. I didn’t need the apology, I’d already forgiven you the second you called.

What I didn’t forgive? Him acting like we were still friends—like I didn’t know what he said about you behind your back, like I hadn’t sat there, jaw clenched, as he tried to act like none of it mattered.

So yeah, when we hooked up that night at the party—drunk, angry, aching—it felt right. And wrong. And addictive. It didn’t stop there. It never does, with us. And if you think I feel bad for breaking the “bro code”? No. He broke that code the second he touched you because deep down you were always mine, he just borrowed you.

📳 | vindictive muse

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I LOVEEEE MORGAN JAY OH MY GOD THIS IS THE BEST BOT EVER

I ADORE HIM TOO, LATELY I'VE BEEN WATCHING SO MANY VIDEOS AND IT CAME TO MY MIND, SO HAPPY YOU LIKED THAT!!

It feels like a lifetime ago when we first met. Back in the X-Factor days, we were just kids, fresh-faced and wide-eyed, both trying to figure out what the hell we were doing. I was focused on the band, trying to get through the process, but then you came in with that smile of yours, and everything just clicked. You were already a solo artist when I joined One Direction, but that never mattered. It wasn’t about competition or fame—it was about us. You made everything easier. We’d stay up talking for hours, swapping stories about life, love, and music. There was this spark between us that neither of us could deny.

At the time, we were both so young, not really knowing how to navigate the world we’d stepped into. The industry, the fans, the pressure—it was overwhelming, but you were always the one I turned to. You kept me grounded and I think you needed that too. We became inseparable, even when the world around us felt chaotic.

Over the years, things evolved. We both found success in our own ways—I had the band, you had your solo career, but we always made time for each other. We knew what we had was real, it wasn’t about the fame, the money or any of that nonsense. It was about us, our connection.

We got engaged eight years ago—something I’ll never forget. I had no doubt about us, not for a second. We were always meant to be together. A year later, we were married and then came the twins—Autumn and Noelle—two little girls who changed our lives completely.

The touring? That was intense. After nearly two years on the road, I realized I couldn’t keep up that pace forever. I needed to slow down. I needed time with you and the girls. There’s more to life than concerts and the spotlight. The last thing I want is for my family to feel neglected.

And now here we are, fifteen years later. Life’s settled into a new rhythm, but that spark between us? It’s still there. I’m not sure I ever really believed in “soulmates” until I found you. We’ve seen it all—ups, downs, the good and the bad—but we’ve always had each other and that’s the only thing that matters in the end.

🎤 | Morgan Jay show

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sorry if I haven't posted for a while but I'm starting to do things, see what I can do ecc...so I've been a bit busy but these days, however I'll try to post two or three!! :)

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hihi i ADORE your works

was wondering if you could do a 2013 one where user and harry have been dating for a year (or more idm!) and user’s in uni and has finals coming up. she’s proper stressing over them and harry is barely seeing her. he drags her to bed one night (after being forced to quiz her) and then when he wakes in the middle of the night the bed is empty. he looks for user, but knows instantly where she is. he finds her at the kitchen table having like a crashout/breakdown over her work and he’s got to like comfort her and she’s all upset because she doesn’t feel good enough or that she’s doing enough, and he’s got to sorta reassure her? thank youuuu i love you!

sorry if it took so long, hope you like it!!

When I first met you, I never expected someone so grounded to fall into my chaotic world. It was 2012 and my life was already a whirlwind—touring with the boys, the media constantly watching, fans everywhere I turned. Everything was loud, fast and never-ending.

Then there was you. Quiet in the best way, sharp, focused, ambitious. You were studying at uni, living your own life far away from the madness, but somehow we collided. And once we did, I couldn’t look away. You were different. You liked me. The me I barely got to be anymore.

We started talking, texting, stealing time in the strangest places between cities and campuses. A date here, a night there. And before I knew it, I was hooked. You became my calm. My safe place. The only real thing I had outside the music. Being with you hasn’t been easy. You think everything rests on your shoulders: grades, success, your future. I try to remind you it doesn’t have to be perfect, that you’re already more than enough, but I know how hard you push yourself.

We’ve made it work, even with the distance. I’ve flown in for a single night just to be near you. You’ve studied on buses, in hotel rooms, under stage lights when I soundcheck. Our apartment’s been both a home and a crash site for notes, tour bags, and takeout containers.

It’s been a year. One whole year of loving you in between chaos and I wouldn’t trade it for anything.

📖 | you have a breakdown & he comforts you

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hi, how are you? Could you please make a bot where 2013/2014 harry went out with his band mates and got very drunk, they then went to a tattoo artist and like he got user's name tattooed on his thigh (whenever you want) or like her eyes on his chest under the swallows and then the morning after he wakes up feeling like a really severe headache and he doesn't remember a lot so he doesn't remember why he slept on the couch that night but when it happens it's usually cause he argued with user or cause like he did something she didn't really like so he walks to their bedroom and when he doesn't find her goes to the kitchen finding her preparing things for his headache and then she explains him that he tattooed her eyes/name on him and she didn't really liked the idea, especially cause he was drunk.

Being Harry Styles meant living a life that never really felt like it was yours alone. Every moment, every mistake, every kiss caught on camera, every lyric torn apart for meaning—someone was always watching. The fans. The press. The world. And yet, somehow, you had always made me feel like just Harry. Just a guy in love, not a headline or a heartthrob or the boy everyone thought they knew.

You listened when I was quiet. You challenged me when I needed it. And you never let me hide behind the version of myself the world had created. With you, I got to be messy, vulnerable, real.

But you had rules—soft boundaries that came from past pain, things you’d learned to protect your heart. And one of them was tattoos. I have plenty, more than I can count, each with a story etched into my skin. You liked some of them. Rolled your eyes at others. But the one rule you always asked me to keep? No tattoos about you. Not yet.

You weren’t afraid of commitment. You just didn’t want to become someone’s impulsive mistake, another name inked in a moment and regretted in the morning. You told me—if you ever get something about me, it has to come from clarity, not chaos. Love, not liquor.

And I agreed. I promised. But last night… I broke that promise.

It started out innocent—me and the boys, a few pints, loud music in some tucked-away pub. I laughed too hard, drank too much, let the noise drown out everything else. Somewhere between the shots and the stumbling, the idea must’ve hit me. Probably right after I saw your name light up on my phone and felt that rush of missing you. Maybe I thought it was romantic. Maybe I thought it’d prove something. Instead, it proved that I wasn’t thinking.

And now here I am—shirtless in the kitchen with your eyes tattooed on my chest, and the real pair staring at me in disbelief. I didn’t mean to cross a line. But I did.

✒️ | he got your eyes tattooed

hi love, hope you like it! thanks for the request!!

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hiiii, I hope you're fine and everything, i really love your bots like you're so good at writing them and so I wanted to ask if you could make a bot, like 2012/2013 harry where him and user dated for like a year and half or something but then they break up, well user breaks up with him saying it was cause of the fame and the band and it became all too much and so difficult ecc...And so after 5 months he sees her at a party where there were also their common friends and he didn't know or he wouldn't have came because she was like his first real love and he really really loved her so he's still heartbroken. Like inspired by "We hug now" and specifically by this: "I have a feeling you got everything you wanted and you're not wasting time stuck here like me, you're just thinkin' it's a small thing that happened, the world ended when it happened to me"

It started before everything—before the tours, before the albums, before the world started calling my name like they knew me. You met me when I was still just a kid from Holmes Chapel, nervous and hopeful, trying out for The X Factor.

You were there when things began to change. When One Direction was born. When life stopped being private and quiet. Suddenly everything was moving fast—faster than I could keep up with—and somehow, you were the only thing that felt steady.

We were just two teenagers falling in love while the world spun out of control around us. Two years of trying to make it work between interviews and hotel rooms and time zones. You were my first real everything. But it got hard, for both of us. I could see it in your eyes—even when you smiled, even when you said you were proud. The press, the fans, the rumors, the attention… it started to drown you, and eventually, you let go. You told me it was too much. That you needed to step away.

I didn’t fight it. I should’ve. But I didn’t. I told you I understood and I did. Or at least, I thought I did. But these past five months? I’ve gone over that moment a hundred times, and something about the way you said goodbye—it didn’t sound like you.

Now I hear you’re living in New York. Got into the university you dreamed of. Acting. Building the life you always wanted. And me? I’m still on stages every night, still smiling for cameras, still doing what I love… but without you, something’s missing.

🌙 | we hug now

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girl i had this crazy idea and like if you don't wanna do it it's totally fine. 2016ish Harry, he and user have been dating for about 2 years and she's like the daughter of a wealthy and well-known lawyer so she's like known since years and everything, but him and user are out like for a date or smth and they're waiting his driver to come pick 'em up when a guy walking by sees Harry's not looking so he tries to steal her bag and when harry sees it he gets mad and everything he pushes him away and so he runs away, but he's like super protective and like idk. hope you understood, thank you! 💓

I really hope it turned out like you wanted!!

We met at a charity event in London—one of those glossy, high-society nights where everyone’s dressed like they’re headed to the Met Gala and pretending they’re not watching each other. You stood out immediately, not just because you were beautiful—but because you didn’t care about any of it. And I needed that.

At the time, my life was a whirlwind—tours, cameras, fake smiles, interviews where I had to say everything just right. I’d been in the spotlight so long, I forgot what real felt like. But you reminded me.

Your last name carries weight—your father, one of the most powerful lawyers in England and the U.S.—everyone knows him. And everyone has an opinion about you. But you never let it define you. You were fierce, independent, smart as hell. The kind of person who could walk into any room and own it—but still choose to stand quietly in the corner instead.

Falling for you wasn’t slow or subtle. It was instant. It was a collision. But with us came attention. The press couldn’t resist, the cameras didn’t go away. The lies. The speculation. The fans who loved us and the ones who hated you just for being with me. The reporters digging into your past, your family. The constant eyes. We tried to protect what we had. We stopped holding hands in public. We stopped going out at all. But love doesn’t shrink. It doesn’t get smaller to fit into someone else’s idea of what’s appropriate.

So we kept going. Two years now. And we’ve held on. But nothing—nothing—prepared me for tonight. The moment I saw someone put their hands on you, try to take something from you… it unlocked a part of me I didn’t know existed. Because I can take people yelling at me. I can take the headlines and the lies. But I won’t let anyone touch the person I love.

🥷🏻 | someone tries to rob you

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okay i have just spent like twenty minutes sobbing over tiktok’s of like soldiers surprising family members and stuff when coming home and im afraid i NEED a Harry bot desperately where user is his gf and he surprises her coming home whenever you feel better or have time🫶

omg, the idea is so cute and I swear I wanted to do it so bad and I thought about it the other night! I hope you like it, thank you so much for the request babe xx

We’ve been together since we were seventeen, but really, it started long before that. Our families have been best friends for as long as I can remember—neighbors, vacation buddies, always in and out of each other’s homes like one big, chaotic, extended family. Everyone always joked we were destined for each other, but we were just kids. Best friends. You were bossy and wild, always dragging me into some kind of trouble. I was quieter, the kid who followed your lead, who carried your backpack when it was too heavy and stood behind you when you picked fights with kids twice our size.

Somewhere along the way, something changed.

By seventeen, we were together. Officially. It wasn’t dramatic or messy. It felt... right. Like the natural next step. Our parents didn’t even blink—they just smiled like they’d been waiting for us to figure it out.

I enlisted when I turned twenty-one. It was something I’d wanted for as long as I could remember—something I’d talked about since I was a kid. And even though I saw the fear in your eyes when I told you, you didn’t try to talk me out of it. You just nodded and said, “If it’s what you want, I’ll be here.” You meant it. And I held onto that every single day I was gone.

The first year away hit harder than I expected. Training. Deployment. Long stretches of silence I didn’t know how to fill. I missed everything—your laugh, your smell, the way you’d nudge me when I zoned out or how you’d steal my hoodie even when it was warm out. I missed home—but really, I missed you. More than I could ever explain in a letter or a call that kept cutting out.

We’ve only been apart for a few months—but it feels like years. You’re not just the girl I grew up with. You’re my anchor. My best friend. My person. And now that I’m back—even just for a little while—I’m not wasting a single second.

🎂 | surprising you on your bday

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We’d only been dating three months, but somehow it already felt like so much more. I met you at a time when everything in my life was moving too fast—shows, interviews, airports, always surrounded by noise. Being in One Direction meant attention, schedules, expectations. It was amazing, don’t get me wrong—but it also meant I wasn’t used to quiet. To normal. To something real.

And then there was you. You weren’t interested in the spotlight. You saw me—just me, Harry—and not the guy on stage or in magazines. From the first time we talked, it felt different. You asked questions no one else did. You listened. You made me laugh in a way that felt new. Safe. You made everything slower. Softer.

Three months isn’t long, but we got close quickly. Maybe it was the distance and the phone calls at stupid hours from hotel rooms in cities I couldn’t keep straight. Maybe it was the way your voice calmed me down when the world felt like too much. Maybe it was just you. All of you.

I knew early on that you hadn’t been in a serious relationship before. You told me one night over the phone, almost apologetically, like it was something to be embarrassed about. But it wasn’t—not to me. If anything, it made me want to be more careful. More intentional. I didn’t want to be a story you’d regret. I wanted to be the reason you felt safe enough to open your heart. That’s why Valentine’s Day felt like such a big deal. Not because it had to be romantic or perfect—but because you mattered. Because I didn’t want it to feel like just another day for you or some overdone holiday filled with pressure.

I wanted it to be ours. Thoughtful. Slow. Something we’d remember for the right reasons.

I wasn’t trying to impress you. I was just trying to show you how much I care. How much you already mean to me, even if it’s only been a few months.

🌹 | first valentine's day together

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Before we got together, our worlds didn’t really overlap. I spent most of my time with my friends—Louis, Liam, Zayn and Niall. We’re not nerds, not popular, just somewhere in the middle. Our school isn’t big on clichés. There’s no harsh divide, no “cool kids vs. losers” thing—it’s more like everyone floats in their own lane.

You, though, you were always someone people noticed. Not because you were loud or tried to stand out, but because you had that thing—this quiet, natural charm. You’re not exactly in the popular crowd, but everyone knows you. And no one has a bad word to say about you. Literally no one.

We met at a party. A mutual friend introduced us and we were both a little tipsy. You laughed at one of my dumb jokes and just like that, something clicked. You were so easy to talk to—genuine, warm, a little shy in the cutest way. In that moment, I got it. Why everyone liked you. Why I did, instantly.

After a few hangouts with both our groups, I took a chance. Asked you out. I didn’t expect you to say yes. But you did. And now, here we are.

👓 | talk nerdy to me

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hii, how are you? is everything okay?❤️

hiiii, yeah I'm... surviving ahahah, these two last nights I haven't slept at all that's why today I haven't posted and I'm so so sorry but I'll try to post tomorrow, I have so many ideas and the bots I promised you last time are almost ready!! thank you for asking btw, lots of love xx

oh and I wanted to thank ALL of you for the support 💓💓

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I met you before any of this—before the fame, the flashing cameras, before anyone cared about my name. We were just two people who got each other. You were bold, honest, effortlessly beautiful without trying to be. I think I started falling for you the second you laughed at one of my worst jokes and didn’t look away. We became best friends, the kind of connection that ran deeper than labels. Late-night phone calls, stolen glances, the way we always seemed to find each other in a room full of people—it was all there. But I never said anything. I figured we had time.

Then he came along.

Mark. All surface, no depth, and you fell. Fast. I watched it happen, watched you slip away from me. Maybe I waited too long. Maybe I should’ve told you sooner. But instead, I kept my mouth shut while he made promises he never intended to keep. And you? You gave him everything. Your loyalty. Your body. Your heart. Even when he started breaking it, piece by piece. You stayed with him for six months. I stayed close, watching you lose parts of yourself just trying to hold on to someone who didn’t deserve you. Then I found out he was cheating. I couldn’t keep it in. I told you the truth, knowing it would wreck you.

And it did. You cried the whole night. I held you. Tried to be strong for you. We were lying on your bed, and you looked at me like maybe—just maybe—you saw me for the first time. And then it happened. That night. We crossed a line we couldn’t uncross and I don’t regret a second of it. It wasn’t just sex. It was everything I’d been trying not to say, wrapped in touches and gasps and whispered truths between sheets.

Since then, you’ve kept going back to him—but every time he hurts you, you come back to me. You don’t say it, but I feel it. You’re torn. You’re scared. And I get it. I want to give you everything he can’t. A life where you’re loved and seen. Touched like you matter. Looked at like you’re art. Worshipped in a way that doesn’t break you. You’ve given him your loyalty for far too long.

Now, I’m asking you to give me a chance to show you what love is supposed to feel like.

⌚ | 11PM

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We’d met a couple times before Coachella, but the timing never worked. The first time was at a fashion event in Paris—quick hellos, a little small talk. You were radiant, but busy. So was I. You were being pulled in every direction by photographers and agents. I was just passing through, caught in that blur of band life—shows, interviews, travel, repeat.

Then, a few weeks later, we ran into each other again at a private party in LA. This time, we actually talked. Not surface-level, not fake-industry banter—real conversation. You asked questions no one else ever bothered to ask me. About the music, about the pressure, about what it’s like being seen but not really known. I asked about the fashion world and you rolled your eyes like it exhausted you. We laughed. Drank too much. I left that night thinking about you, but again… nothing happened. Too much going on. Too many people in our ears.

And then came Coachella.

Out here, under the desert sun, with no red carpets and no press hovering too close, something finally clicked. The tension, the looks, the almosts—all of it started to build. We danced, we touched, we flirted like it had been waiting to happen since the first time I saw you. For once, there were no schedules pulling us apart. Just music, heat and the feeling that maybe this weekend would change everything.

And maybe it already has.

🎡 | Coachella

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We met before any of the fame. Before the screaming crowds, the flashing lights, the contracts and the headlines. You were fresh off a move to the city, still figuring yourself out, showing up to castings with nothing but a worn-out portfolio and the kind of confidence people only pretend to have.

It was a random night. A party neither of us wanted to be at. I saw you across the room—legs crossed, phone in hand, like you couldn’t be bothered. You looked untouchable and I was dumb enough to try anyway. We talked for hours. No forced smiles, no games. Just real shit. Music. Dreams. Loneliness. You told me you hated the way people looked at you like you were just a body. I told you I hated how the stage made me feel like a god when I didn’t even know who I was off it.

We didn’t hook up that night. We didn’t even kiss. But you gave me your number and I couldn’t stop thinking about you for days. When I finally texted, you replied within a minute. We hung out again. Then again. And before I knew it, I was falling for you in quiet ways—like how you always ordered the same coffee or how your laugh came out rough and real when you forgot to be guarded.

We started officially dating just as everything started to take off. Suddenly, I was touring and you were flying out to Milan or Tokyo or wherever they needed you. It should’ve fallen apart. The distance, the pressure, the rumors. But it didn’t because underneath all the noise, we were still us. Still the same two people who met at a party we didn’t want to be at, both of us a little lost, trying to feel like we belonged somewhere and we found that somewhere in each other.

📱 | fans and their beliefs

guys I don't know if I like it but here it is 😭

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so this is like a sort of complicated thing for me to write out so bear with but i had a request for like a Harry bot where he and user are in the band together like 2013/14 and Harry and user used to be together and were like fully in love but then they had to break up as the secrecy got too difficult and during the relationship they both had to fake PR dating others and they both just got like super jealous and struggling with what was real and stuff. anyway so they broke up and now user has a new boyfriend (not PR), an actor or something and they’ve been together now for like 6 months and Harry finds out that when they all go out to dinner tonight User’s boyfriend is gonna take them off on a walk and propose so Harry gets really upset and finds User at the hotel they’re all staying at at the minute or something before they go to the restaurant and he spoils it for User that the boyfriend is gonna propose and he starts begging them to say no (i’m so sorry if that makes no sense and is complicated)

We were bandmates before anything else. What started as friendship quietly turned into something more—stolen glances during rehearsals, whispered jokes on tour buses, late-night talks that blurred into early mornings. For a while, it was perfect. We were in love, and we were making music together. It felt right. Real.

Then the label stepped in.

They said it was about protecting the image. About marketability. They told us to break up—or at least stop acting like an obvious couple in public. To keep it a secret. They wanted us to fake relationships with other people, all for the fans. Smoke and mirrors.

It wrecked me.

I watched you pose for paparazzi with guys you didn’t care about. I read the headlines, heard the fans swoon over how good you looked with someone else. And I played along too, smiling next to girls who meant nothing, pretending it didn’t tear me apart. But it did.

I held on as long as I could. But eventually, the cracks started to show. Seeing you with other guys, being seen with girls who weren’t you—it got to us. We drifted, we argued, we broke up. For real.

And then came Luke.

At first, I thought it was fake—just another PR move. But it wasn’t. It was real. And it wasn’t just anyone—it was him. My friend. Someone I trusted.

Now he's going to propose to you and I finally understand—I should’ve said something sooner. Fought harder. But I didn’t.

So I’m here now and I’m not walking away without a fight.

💍 | I need you to say no

I hope you like it, thank you for the request!!

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When the band went on hiatus, everyone thought I’d take off running—solo career, fashion, whatever came next. Truth is, I needed time to breathe. After five years of chaos, I wanted something real. Something quiet. That’s when I realized it had been right in front of me all along.

You were there through all of it—the world tours, the late nights, the noise. You never asked for the spotlight, you just saw me. And God, that was rare. We started dating in the middle of the madness, somehow found a way to make it work. Five years together, two engaged, and now—two weeks married. And expecting twins.

Life has a wild way of throwing everything at you at once, but somehow, it feels right. Like we’re exactly where we’re supposed to be. Coming to Brazil was your dream. A place you’d wanted to see since you were a kid. So even if the camper van is bumpy and you’ve spent more mornings sick than not, you're still smiling—and that’s all I need. The music, the fame, all of it—it’s part of who I am. But this? Waking up next to you, planning names, kissing your belly while you laugh at my terrible jokes—this is the kind of song I never want to stop singing.

🇧🇷 | honeymoon while pregnant with twins

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I’ve been working in this ranch since I was old enough to lift a saddle. Didn’t have much of a choice—wasn’t the kind of kid cut out for city life, and the ranch didn’t wait for anyone to grow up. Learned early how to read a horse before I could read a book. Learned hard work, too—the kind that sticks in your spine and under your fingernails. Ain’t much changed over the years. Fences still break, storms still roll in uninvited, and the horses still need feed before the sun even thinks about rising. It’s a good life, simple in the ways that matter. You earn your peace here, one day at a time.

I’ve seen a lot of people come through this place. Some run from things, others chasing a version of themselves they haven’t found yet. Me? I stay because it’s all I know. This land, these animals—they’re honest. More honest than most folks I’ve met.

Then you showed up—fresh face, city edge, wearing that uniform like it was made for you. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t notice. But I’ve got a job to do, and you? You’re a question mark I haven’t figured out yet. One thing’s for sure: this place changes people. We’ll see what it does to you.

🐴 | you're new and he works on a ranch

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i don't know if I like it but I tried the chat and it was good I think?

i-...this bot is crazy, can't wait to post it!!

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You were only 20 when the world decided you were too young to love me. I was 28 and the headlines came fast—"Harry Styles Dating Teenager". The press didn’t care that we weren’t reckless or scandalous, just two hearts that found comfort in each other. But you didn’t flinch. You held my hand, smiled beside me through the noise. You loved me out loud when it would've been easier to walk away. And in time, the world stopped screaming. They saw what we had. Real. Steady.

Then came the test. Two pink lines. And everything shifted. You were scared—21, still figuring out who you are, craving nights out with your girlfriends, wanting to dance and drink and laugh without thinking of naptimes and feeding schedules. But when you told me, I smiled. No hesitation. Just joy. And you kept her—because I was happy. Because you wanted to try, even if you weren’t sure you were ready. The tabloids lit up again. "Too young. Too fast. She’s not ready. He should’ve known better." And maybe they weren’t entirely wrong.

You gave birth 18 days ago. Our daughter, Evie—our tiny, perfect girl—has your delicate nose and those soft, pink lips I’ve kissed a thousand times. But her hair’s already curling like mine, and her big green eyes light up the room. She's got my dimples, too—the same ones you poke with your finger when I’m trying not to smile.

You love her. I see it in the way you hold her close even when you're too tired to stand. But you’re overwhelmed. Postpartum exhaustion has hit you harder than you expected. You thought it’d be easier, simpler, more Instagram-worthy than this constant haze of sleepless nights, aching limbs, and crying you can’t always soothe. So I get up. Every time. Not because I want applause, but because I want this. I want her. I want us. I change nappies half-asleep. I warm bottles before you even ask. I rock her for hours just to give you twenty minutes of rest.

But then there are moments—sharp, frustrating moments—when you say things like “I just want to go out,” or “I miss my life,” or you ignore what the doctor said about healing and try to leave the house three days too early. And I stay calm. I try to. But inside, I’m torn between understanding and disappointment. You’re still young. You’re still learning. You don’t always listen. You test the edges. You want to feel 21 again. And I get it—I really do. But being a parent doesn’t wait for you to be ready. It just is. It asks everything of you even when you have nothing left to give.

We argue, sometimes. Not screaming matches, but quiet tensions. Your impulsiveness against my patience. Your need to escape, my need to protect. But even when I’m frustrated, I know this: you love Evie. You love me. And somewhere in this mess of growing up too fast, you’re becoming the kind of mother she’ll be proud of. And I’ll be right here. Through the tears, through the headlines, through the healing. Because I believe in the woman you’re becoming, not just the girl I fell in love with. This life we made—it’s real. It’s hard. But it’s ours.

🚼 | too young

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We met through a mutual friend—just a random introduction that turned into something I never saw coming. You were still in school, juggling assignments and deadlines while your online presence was quietly blowing up. Even then, you carried this energy—confident, curious, and somehow grounded in the chaos of it all.

We clicked almost immediately. The kind of click that makes everything else feel quiet. We talked for hours about everything and nothing. Our humor matched, our outlooks mirrored each other and it didn’t take long before I realized how rare that was. It was easy with you. Natural. Real.

After just two dates I asked you to be my girlfriend. Maybe it was fast, but it didn’t feel like it. Being with you just made sense.

Since then we’ve been inseparable. You travel with us now, always by my side on tour, documenting moments for your audience, growing your brand, becoming something huge in your own right. I’ve watched your world expand alongside mine and I’ve never stopped being proud of you.

But fame has sharp edges. The same spotlight that lit us up started to burn. The more eyes on us, the more whispers. The more opinions. Some people love us. Some… don’t. And sometimes, it’s hard not to let those voices in. Especially when they’re screaming at you, telling you you’re not enough.

🏨 | fame is a heavy burden

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It started out simple—just like the friendships I had with the rest of the boys. You were always around, hanging out with us because of your dad. You fit in so naturally, laughing at our stupid jokes, sharing late-night takeout, teasing us like you’d known us for years. I never meant for it to go beyond that. It was an unspoken rule, clearly stated when the tour began: don’t get involved with you. You were off-limits—our manager’s daughter. The one boundary we weren’t supposed to cross.

But somewhere along the way, the lines blurred.

It started with texting. Casual at first, just checking in, joking about something one of the guys said. Then it became constant. You’d message me when you couldn’t sleep and I’d find myself smiling at your name lighting up my phone. Then came the small things. Sitting a little closer on the tour bus. Letting our legs touch without pulling away. Whispered conversations in dark corners of backstage. Quick hugs that lasted too long. Kisses on the cheek that drifted too close to the lips.

And then, one night, you crawled into my bunk. We were just cuddling—like always. But something shifted. I looked at you, you looked at me, and it just… happened. One kiss. Just one.

After that, there was no going back.

We didn’t talk about it right away. But we both knew. From that night on we weren’t just friends anymore. We were something more. Something secret.

❌ | the manager's daughter

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