— Harry after winning the Grammy Award for Album of the Year with Harry’s House

𝒾𝓉 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝒿𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝓃𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 ➜ estarry

estersfm​:

nice meeting you. now this really hadn’t been ester’s intention behind her nervous rambling; acting as if they had never met. the words kept repeating in her head as he sat across from her, even when he greeted everyone and she should’ve probably done the same, all she could come up with was a smile as she sat down, her eyes always wandering over to him when she knew he wasn’t looking. but this was harry styles, so maybe he really didn’t remember her. the blonde didn’t even want to think about how many women he must’ve met at his concerts that he invited up to his hotel room. she had just been one of many, and she wasn’t blaming him for that. if she was in his position, she probably would’ve done the same. still, it probably made the whole situation more awkward than she had expected it to be. “alright everyone, let’s go over the script, shall we ?” the director disturbed her overthinking as a batch of paper was placed in front of her, her eyes scanning the first page. “i’m sorry, could we maybe listen to the song again ?” her request filled the quiet room. “it’s been a while since the whole casting and stuff, so i’m really not sure i remember it correctly.” a lie, she knew all his songs, since she’d been a fan even before the whole madrid thing. but maybe the actress just wanted to involve him a little, since he looked so relaxed in his chair, not really participating out of whatever reason.

the spaniard flipped through the pages of the script afterwards. the story matching the lyrics shouldn’t have been a surprise for her, but she still found her cheeks turning into a soft rosé at the script. quite frankly, she had filmed way more explicit stuff than what was expected of her here, but the whole story about a one night stand hit a little close to home with what had happened. “looks like we’ve got a long night ahead of us,” ester let out a small chuckle as she looked over at harry, her finger pointing to page six of the script that would basically take up the entire evening and night with the different scenes they wanted to film in that specific time, earning a side eye from someone from the crew before they all fell into some chatter about the production for a moment, basically leaving the two out of it. “kinda excited to see what your secret is to pulling all nighters.” her habit of always having to fill the silence back again. there really was nothing else she hated more than sitting quietly somewhere and not engaging in any kind of conversation.

Despite his quiet stance, Harry was still very much aware with everything that was being discussed, and presented at everyone at the meeting, he just didn’t felt the need to add any comments, and he really could use the time to organize his mind on how he was going to keep facing the whole situation with Ester. The main thing was the internal battle of either really dismiss the whole thing and pretend like it never happened, or if he would feel the need to confront the blonde at some point in the future. In the middle of all the internal turmoil he was going through, Ester voice was the one snapping him out of it, demanding the singer to get his full attention back into the meeting. At her request, not a odd one at all, Harry felt like it was only made to get to him, but he wasn’t one to shy away from much in life. “Sure” He mused, with a nod, “Jeff, mind hand me my guitar?” He gestured to the black case right behind his manager. “Thanks” he smiled easily, as the guitar as handed to him, before getting into the song he made sure if the guitar was in tune, feeling the need to adjust it slightly here and there, and he got to sing. It really came naturally to Harry, and it was indeed one of the things he loves the most, so it really was no trouble, he gave a much less upbeat version of the song, since he was playing an acoustic guitar, there was so much he could do, so he gave his small twist and turns presenting everyone in the room with an alternative version of Carolina, yet it still gave his song justice, and the overall feel of it. Now, he couldn’t really help but bore his gaze more deeply into Ester, and if he made sure to do more so when he sang the lines ‘she’s such a good girl, she feels so good’ no one really had to know the reasons behind it. Taking the setting, he didn’t expect much of a reaction, and they kept on going over the scrip and all the scheduling.

Raising his eyes from the several papers before him, a dimpled smile made its way to his face at the girls declaration, “Looks like we do” He nodded, they really did indeed, one of the scenes consisting of the pair fooling around late at night at several different places before they eventually find themselves between the sheets. Which will also be rather… interesting to film, to say the least. Somehow they ended up left out of a more logistic kind of conversation that the rest of the crew was having, it really didn’t concerned them that much after all, Ester surprising him with actually attempting to make conversation to fill the silence between them. “Not that much of a secret, just many years of working late nights rather then the 9 to 5 job, I still might fall asleep though, only warning you’ll get. I can sleep pretty much anywhere. Do you have any tips or secrets? Sure you have some experience on working nights with Elite and everything else?” 

𝓈𝓉𝓊𝒸𝓀 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓎𝑜𝓊 ➜ harley

haileyfms​:

watching him mimick her breathing - slowly but surely, was a relief. hailey wouldn’t have known what to do otherwise. with no cellphone reception or any other tools, she would’ve been doomed if he hadn’t reacted to her voice. although the way he squeezed her hand started to cause a little pain, she didn’t have the heart to pull it away. in this moment it didn’t matter that she disliked the male, that they both never seemed to get along whenever they faced each other. all that mattered was that he was going to be okay. still, there were no words coming from his mouth, making the blonde worry that maybe he had zoned out that much that he wouldn’t find his way back to the real world, his eyes sure looked like it. but then hailey heard a small in escaping his lips. a sigh immediately followed from her, as she leaned away from him a little, still close enough to be of assistance as she watched him get his breathing under control. compared to a few minutes ago, he was definitely doing better, his breathing more easy. “are you any feeling better ?” the model finally allowed herself to ask, brushing some of the sweaty locks that were basically glued to his forehead away, a shy smile gracing her features, making sure he was continuing to breathe deeply in and out. “just nod if you do. don’t waste any of that air by replying to me,” she added. “pretty sure you just gave me an almost heart attack.” with taking care of the singer, she had almost blended out how this whole situation was affecting her. “i could try and push that emergency button again to get us out of here ?!” she suggested, unsure if she could get up and leave him on his own already, although she knew that it most likely wasn’t gonna work. she just wanted to spread some hope to get him back up on his feet.

Slowly but surely, his breathing started to even out, and all thanks to Hailey, the gesture that might look like nothing, helped the singer to ground himself, grasp what is real from what is not, that was a major step towards snapping himself out of the full out panic attack they British quickly found himself falling into. Eyes still glued to the models face, Harry couldn’t make himself reply right away, as the girl started to question on how he was feeling, so he resumed to slightly nod, most of his focus still on his breathing, hand still grasping into Hailey’s for dear life. He felt cold fingers brushing his sweaty locks aside from his sight, and again he felt thankful for the girl, something he never thought he would in his life. “Can-“ He tried to speak, his voice coming off horse and out of breath “Can you help me through some grounding exercises?” He managed. “You know those, name three things you see, smell and fell type of shit…” His speech was specially slow and dragged, and he was placing a whole lot of trust into Hailey in that moment, showing off his most vulnerable self. “Those help” He concluded, in between deep breaths. He couldn’t make himself repeat once more that the emergency button wasn’t gonna work, his response being a good old shrug, although his hand still holding steady onto Hailey’s wasn’t giving the model much room to move and go for another try at the button, maybe that would be answer enough.

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itstommo91​:

in louis’ mind, harry had always been the one that got away. he’d fallen in love with harry during a very formative time in his life, a time when they hadn’t been able to be who they wanted to be. louis had been forced into a role, as had harry. he hadn’t been able to come out until recently, though he had wanted to for years. holding harry like this reminded him of stolen moments behind stage or in one of their dressing rooms. 

he couldn’t help but laugh lightly and took the bottle. he quickly downed the rest of it because they’d said that he should get rid of it before take off. he sat beside harry, though the entire plane was empty. that was the beauty of private jets, they were all alone. he buckled his seatbelt and got settled beside him. “tell me about your night. then you can nap on me.” he was really the perfect height for harry to lean on, seeing as he was a bit shorter than the other man.

Going their separate ways for so long, part of Harry was always afraid that they would at some point change so much, where Louis would stop being his Louis, and the same could go the other way around. But that seemed to be the thing, the feeling he gets whenever he has the luck to be with Louis, in essence, was the same, even if they were indeed two different men from what they used to be eleven years ago, back when they had everything going against them. 

“Just thinking back about it gives me anxiety” Harry sighed, the tiredness was clear in his whole stance. “I had this meeting in LA yesterday, I flew back to London this morning, went home to grab my luggage and came right back to airport” He tried to explain the logistics shortly, his voice extra dragged from how tired he was. “Turns out I got stuck at an elevator all night long” He revealed, “I went full out panic attack, haven’t had one in years. Remember those first times we performed live? How I would get before stepping on stage, it reminded me those.” He shared. “To make everything even better I got stuck with no other then Hailey Baldwin” He added, even if that wouldn’t mean much to Louis, his ex boyfriend wasn’t exactly aware of the weird displease he had towards the model, and how it was a sentiment so openly shared. “Let’s say we have a mutual agreement about not liking each other... it was... an interesting night, to say the least” he concluded, without realizing it, Harry found himself running his fingers throw louis hand that was resting on the divider between their seats. That took him back in time for a moment, small, sneaky touches, that used to be their thing, and it became second nature. 

estersfm​:

𝒾𝓉 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝒿𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝓃𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 ➜ estarry

fumbling with her hands as she waited outside the meeting room at the agency, ester let out a small sigh. if only they had let her into the spacious room, so she could sit down, drink a cup of tea and calm her nerves. but instead she was standing here, left all by herself, her phone deep inside her bag that was inside the room as she watched a part of the crew probably discuss some details about the music video. to an outsider’s eye, it looked like she got stood up. her eyes roamed around the office, giving her something to do while she was waiting, the impressions occupying her mind to distract her as she finally let her body lean against the glass that encased the conference room.

nervous probably wasn’t the right word to describe the current emotions that were running through her body. for one, she wouldn’t have said yes when her manager approached her about starring in harry’s music video if she’d feel uncomfortable working with him. sure, the pair had connected in the most intimate way possible and never spoke again afterwards, which was mostly her fault, since she had just left him the next morning after she woke up in his bed. but wasn’t that something so common in her generation and older generations ? and clearly he would’ve looked for someone different to be his mv girl if he would have a problem working with her, right ? right. the sound of footsteps on the carpet brought her back to the real world, her eyes shooting up to meet the male’s. although the actress thought she had come prepared, clearly, she hadn’t come prepared at all. “hey,” she spoke out, trying to fight the lump in her throat rather by making the first move and say something than to be unable to say anything because of it. “you looked much better in the photos they showed me, thinking i wouldn’t know who harry styles is. this is like matching a guy on tinder and when you meet up with him, he looks nothing like his pictures,” she joked with a small laugh, an attempt to start a conversation. “i’m just kidding. you do look like your pictures. well at least like most of them,” she added quickly, not sure if he would get her sense of humor. needless to say she had turned a small joke into something kind of awkward now, her light brown hues now everywhere but on him. “come on in guys, we’re ready for you,” the producer relieved her of the situation. immediately setting her legs into motion, ester walked into the room, choosing a seat that would give her a clear view outside the window. @hcrrystylcshq​

Knowing what was ahead of him for that afternoon, wasn’t making it any easier, at this point he had just came to terms with how awkward the whole thing would be, and might as well get through with it. Parking his car, Harry grabbed his  hand bag and made his way up where he was expected for the meeting where they would be adjusting the last couple of details, including meeting the cast, before they get to shooting his Carolina music video. Up until there, nothing new on his line of work, now insert the main female actress, Ester Expósito, and it gets trickier then you would think. The Spanish actress gained a lot of notoriety through the netflix series ELITE, and it came to no surprise when she appeared as one of the options for the role. Did Harry have the power to remove her from the project altogether? Of course he did. But he wasn’t petty like that, and as the blonde when through the different stages of casting and eventually picked for the role, he kept his mouth shut, and here they were, with Harry stepping into the hall and becoming face to face with a girl that the last time he saw in flesh was in between the sheets, at an hotel room in Madrid, a night where his only regret was to wake up alone, not sure what he did wrong so that the Spanish had the need to sneak out on him. One of the things he hates the most is when his gut feeling fails him. He believes in his instinct when it comes to people, random hook ups wasn’t something the male did often, so in a way he did put a lot of trust in the female, only to have it blowing in his face the next morning. 

“Hey” Harry politely replied, as he watched the actress go on a ramble, resulting on his face turn into an intrigued frown, so we going down the we never met before route, alright, he could do that. “I think that I would have been exposed already if that was the case, not that I know much about tinder, never tried it, I’ll take your word for it” was what he could muster as an easy going reply, hopefully something that wouldn’t raise any suspicions towards the two of them. “Nice meeting you” He decided to give her the chance to shut up about pictures and how he looked, her nervousness was clear, at least for the singer, all others would think it was over meeting Harry for the first time, a reaction he often gets, but he knew better. “After you” Harry gestured to the door, following inside and picking the seat across from the actress. “Good afternoon everyone” He greeted, grabbing a bottle of water from the center of the table. All his creative vision about the while music video had already been passed to the producer and photography director, so he wouldn’t be participating much, trusting his team to handle it like he knew they could. Against his will, his gaze would always fall on Ester, the woman clearly doing all in her power to avoid it, so he would quickly try and focus on what was being told, as the producer was showing sketches and all the planning for the two days of filming they would have ahead of them in about a week. 

𝓈𝓉𝓊𝒸𝓀 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓎𝑜𝓊 ➜ harley

haileyfms​:

the first one hundred and eighty seconds the blonde was sure he was just being overly dramatic out of whatever reason - maybe to annoy her even more than his presence already did. which pissed her off even more, because why the hell would he voluntarily make a situation even worse than it already was ? he really must hate her, she thought to herself, not even facing him, her back towards him as she leaned against the wall right next to the buttons with her side, tiredly running her hands through her hair. maybe if she wouldn’t pay any attention to his act and just ignore him, he’d eventually stop and it would finally give her a moment to maybe come up with a plan to get them out of here. one hundred and eighty seconds of pure ignorance, because they do say it’s bliss after all, right ? but the way harry basically longed for air as if he had been drowing for the past minutes and finally came up for some air had hailey turn around. her eyes widened at the sight of him - all sweaty and in distress, his face picturing absolute horror for her, almost scaring her. fuck. she had had panic attacks before too, but now her mind went completely blank on how people had helped her out of it. quickly taking the two steps that were separating them towards him, she kneeled down, her hands fumbling through the air in front of them, as she tried to think. she knew she had to do something. “hey,” she finally wrapped one hand around one of his that was placed on his chest, the other one landing on his leg for comfort, her lips curling into a gentle smile to signalize safety. “hey, you’re okay. just breathe.” yeah right, as if that would help and wasn’t what he was trying to do the whole time. still, her voice was soft as she tried to hide the fact that she was basically panicking too inside now, because she had no real clue how to help him, her mind already picturing him passing out or even worse. “okay, do what i do,” the blonde grabbed his hand that she was holding to place it on her own chest, trying to keep the beat of her heart steady that was most likely pumping against his palm now. “inhale deeply through your nose,” she inhaled deeply, hoping he wasn’t zoning out completely and understood what he had to do, her eyes never leaving him out of sight. “and now exhale through your mouth,” she let the air out, waiting for him to mimick her actions. “and then we’ll do it again.”

Each passing minute of them stuck in that elevator was getting harder and harder to focus. At this point, his mind wasn’t 100% sure who was there with him anymore, all he could think about was the need of get out of there, into the open, get fresh air, so he could properly breathe. His chest was hurting from the pressure he was feeling over his irregular breathing. At some point he felt a hand grabbing his own over his chest, and a voice far far away, he couldn’t make out the words, but he was listening to someone, so he tried to focus on that, on trying to tune in with the voice, make out the words, put them together in a way that they would make sense in his head. He liked words, he could do that, sure he could try and focus on that. do what I do Okay, he could try that, still his vision was blurry, now that he notices it, he was with his eyes closed shut this past few minutes. Blinking he tried to focus in the figure before him, blonde locks was the first thing he recognized, hazel eyes was next. Inhale, deep, through nose. He could try that, he thought to himself, squeezing the hand that was placed over his, he tried to do that, make his breathing match the blonde’s, letting the air go through his mouth. Okay, he could do this. The hazel eyed girl kept repeating the directions like a small mantra, and slowly, or at least it felt like it took forever, Harry was able to even out his breathing, eyes glued together during the whole thing, somehow those were giving him the kind of reassurance he was in desperate need of. At each deep breath he took, he started to feel his mind get slightly clearer, at least to a point where the hand he was holding for dear life to was no longer of a stranger, but it was Hailey’s. Yet he couldn’t make himself to release it, only squeezing it harder, afraid that she would disappear in thin air and he would be left alone to die out of air to breathe in between those four walls surrounding them. “In...” He started to say with her. “Out...” He still wasn’t able to form a sentence, but he could feel his chest getting less thigh, allowing him to breathe more easily. 

ᴍᴀᴅᴀɢᴀꜱᴄᴀʀ || ʟᴀʀʀʏ

itstommo91​:

louis was surprised that harry was running late. he was typically the first person at a place. it was generally louis who was the one running late. honestly, the fact that lou had beaten harry there was a shock to him as well. they both knew that louis was never on time, it had become somewhat of a joke to them and the rest of the boys. any time louis showed up early, niall would make fun of him for being ;’excited’ about whatever they were doing. only this time, that was absolutely true. he was super excited to see harry and spend time with him. was louis maybe hoping that the two of them would leave madagascar as a couple? maybe….yeah…okay he was. 

looking up as the taller man walked onto the plane. he grinned at his friend and got up to hug him lightly. he held onto him, not wanting to let him go. what if this trip didn’t go so well? what if they decided that they were better off as friends? harry was louis’ first love, if he was honest with himself. he absolutely adored the cheshire boy. louis would’ve been lying if he said he didn’t want more with harry than friendship, he just hoped his friend wanted the same thing. “i grabbed it in the aiport lounge before i got on the plane. i have to finish it before take off. want to help?” he held out the bottle for harry. 

Harry felt Louis holding onto him maybe a little too long to what was normal to any simple hug, but there was nothing normal or simple about the two of them, and he really didn’t mind it one bit but rather enjoyed the moment, it always felt good to be held by Louis in any way. Hopefully they would be getting back from this trip with some more clarity, Harry was feeling rather optimistic after their heart to heart chat back in his birthday, but that was ages ago, and too much can change in such a time. Still, he was holding on hope.

“Sharing is caring” Harry said the words with a smirk in his face, a saying they used before in several occasions in the past, as he accepted the bottle from Louis and took a long sip from it. “Thanks”. Giving the bottle back, he followed the pilots instructions on finding his seat and buckle up, it was time for take off. “You won’t believe the night I had, if I pass out on you, promise not to hold it against me” Harry pleaded yawning once again, his eyes blinking as he was doing his best to fight the tiredness.

HAPPY 11 YEARS OF ONE DIRECTION 💗

𝓈𝓉𝓊𝒸𝓀 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓎𝑜𝓊 ➜ harley

haileyfms​:

no matter in what angle she held her phone through the small shaft ( and really, she had tried everything, the phone almost slipping out of her hands more than once ), but the overly exasperated sigh that escaped hailey’s lips really didn’t even do the whole situation justice. the demanding tone of harry’s voice had her ready to argue, but the blonde bit her tongue, knowing that he was just trying to get her back on her own two feet safely. taking his hand as she extended her other one to keep her balance as he went into a squad position so that she could climb off of him easily. the second her feet had safe ground underneath them again, she stumbled towards one of the four walls, letting her back lean against it to relax most of her muscles while her eyes watched him from the corner basically fall onto the ground next to her. great, now she not only had to deal with the whole situation but also with him acting like a scared little kid would when there was a loud thunderstorm going on outside. furrowing her brows as she looked down at him, the model thought about his question. “i mean, you did have plans for sure for tonight, right ? to catch up with people you don’t see often who live here ? i’m sure they’re gonna wonder where you are,” hailey shrugged, now regretting that she had cancelled her own dinner plans because she knew the meeting would run late. “and then there’s the night portiers. they must notice the elevator not checking in at the ground floor,” she tried to sound hopeful, even though from the years she had lived in nyc, she knew they were probably busy following some football or basketball game on their computer screens. the way the male’s breathing went out of pace irritated her, her eyes wandering down to him more often than she wanted them to. “oh for god’s sake, can you just breathe like a normal human being, please ?” she let out, the expression on her face partly annoyed and partly confused. “do you see that air shaft up there ?” she ironically asked, pointing towards it, “there’s enough oxygen coming through for the both of us for another few hours, so quit your dramatic act.” hailey walked a few steps forwards to get away from him, pushing the emergency button again.

The thing about panic attacks, you know it doesn’t make sense, and that it’s mostly in your head, but you still can’t make it stop, get a grip, and pull your shit together. Right now, all Harry could think about was how he couldn’t breathe, and how Hailey was probably the last person he wanted to be this vulnerable around. Right now, with his back against the cold walls of the elevator, Harry was half aware of the blonde talking, what she was saying, he couldn’t be so sure, his mind was going in and out of focus, so the bits he was getting weren’t making much sense, which in any other circumstance wouldn’t be that surprising, but right now it was a worrisome matter. Focus. Focus Harry. He chanted to himself, heavy breathing still, hand over his chest, he could feel his whole body starting to over sweat for no apparent reason, resulting on the male undoing a couple of buttons of his shirt, without thinking too much on what he was doing, fingers brushing his locks of hair away from his face, head bumping against the elevator’s wall.  “ i’m sure they’re gonna wonder where you are,” he was able to ear, even if it sounded miles away, instead of right besides him, where the model was standing. “The only plan I had was with my bed for a early night of sleep, I’m not expected any where until tomorrow at 10am at the airport to fly back to London...” his voice was specially dragged and slow, and that was telling, since he was already a slow speaker, in between uneven breathing, his hand physically starting to shake beyond his control. By Hailey’s tone he knew the model was snapping at him, but her words were a scrambled mess in his head, “What did you said?” He questioned, blinking his eyes as he tried to focus, “I’m sorry- I-” His speech was becoming messier by the second, and there was close to nothing he could do at this point, he had no control over the situation anymore, and that was the scariest part of it all. “I really can’t breathe” he declared once again, taking all the air he could in yet it still wasn’t enough.  

𝓈𝓉𝓊𝒸𝓀 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓎𝑜𝓊 ➜ harley

haileyfms​:

the wild gesturing of his hands made hailey’s eyes roll. the more they were arguing about this whole thing, the more annoyed she got. “can you please stop being so overly dramatic,” she hissed, really wondering what bad thing she had done to deserve to be stuck in an elevator with harry of all people. at least with the task at hand now, they were busy trying to accomplish this, instead of throwing hands at each other and doing nothing. but it was easier said than done. stuck with one leg on his back and another to his front, the phone pressed to his shoulder blade, which probably wasn’t that pleasant for the male, the model tried to rotate to lift her right knee more towards his shoulder. “give me a fucking minute.” her voice was loud, a hint of anger mixed with desperation to get this to work in it. “just stand still, you’re moving too much,” she whined, pushing herself up a little by placing her hand on top of his head, the front of her heel basically stabbing his ribcage in the process. “sorry,” she mumbled under her breath before she repeated her movements with the other leg. if this elevator had a camera and people were seeing this, it would look like a blind monkey trying to climb a tree - beyond chaotic. finally, after what seemed like forever, both her knees were stable on his shoulders, one hand holding onto the small air shaft. “if you move, i will lose my balance and we’ll both end up on the floor,” hailey warned him before she held the phone through the shaft. moving her head a little to see if any bars were showing up, she slowly shook her head in disappointment. “fuck,” she sighed, closing her eyes just for a second, which immediately resulted in her body losing some of the balance, her hand gripping tighter to the shaft so that she wouldn’t fall. “i got nothing. we’re officially stuck with no way out.”

Harry painfully bit his tongue in an effort not to snap at the blonde, she had no clue how close he was about to lose it, this was nothing compared to how dramatic it can get if he does. Harry really couldn’t have a break, out of all people in LA, Hailey had to be the one getting stuck with him. Over how anxious Harry was getting, he was barely paying attention to where they were touching each other, as they did their best to accomplish this one task together, in a very frustrated attempt to get a signal in her phone so they could ask for help. Along the way, he was pretty sure his end ended in her ass at some point, whereas her legs and feet were poking at him at all the wrong places and for sure leaving marks, something that Harry really didn’t care one single bit, even if it still hurt him a little. Let’s not even mention how awful this was for his bad back, his doctor would not approve. “I am trying!” He spoke between clenched teeth, the frustration clear in his voice. When Hailey finally seemed to get a somewhat steady position, Harry just stood there, hands holding her thighs for support, not even minding to ask for permission. “I’ve got you, I promise” Harry assured, feeling his position quite secure amazingly, and he did all he could to keep it so. “What?!” He asked as he listened to the blonde cursing. “For fucks sake, No!” He whined, but still held his ground, making sure she wasn’t falling off of him, and that she felt him stable enough to try and get off of him. "Give me your hand" Harry asked, actually he kind of demanded, raising one hand up so she could hold, whilst his other one was still holding her leg for stability, as she eventually hold on tight enough, the British managed to go into a squad position, allowing her to get off him easily enough, and with no longer with a task in mind, he let himself fall into the ground, into a seating position, back against the elevators wall, hands brushing his face. This was a nightmare, the singer thought, as he felt his breathing go out of pace, becoming harder to properly breath by the second. "They have to know we’re missing right?!" He wondered, trying to hide the panic from his voice, as he realized no one was going to miss him, he drove alone, and there was no one expecting him back at home, he was supposed to get home, have a night of sleep and head off the the airport in the morning, he had absolutely nothing schedule with no one. No one was going to notice him missing. "I can't breathe" he said to himself, as realization sank in.

texting 📲 narry

niall: haz, you know what "thing" means

niall: i am def rolling my eyes at my phone

niall: [audio] bloody hell mate. yeah i remember the chat. a two week vacation to madagascar sounds like a bloody dream. remind me to get the info from him so i can go one day. being away from everyone and everything will probably be a good thing. if it came up, would you want to be with him again? by the way, there's nothing to forgive, haz. i was just teasing.

harry: I knew you would be

harry: [audio] yeah, i'm excited that it's finally happening. Is that even a real question Niall? Of course I would. Everything would be different this time around, and that can be scary. I'm ready for it, but I'm still not sure if he is. I know you were, there isn't anyone I would rather talk about this then you though.

texting 📲 narry

niall: hi harry, how are you doing? are you and louis a thing?

niall: you two are "working on it"? what the fuck does that even mean? as your best mate, i am appalled that you didn't tell me you were "working on it" sooner.

niall: seriously mate, i hope things work out for you.

harry: define 'thing'

harry: bet you rolling your eyes at the phone right now

harry: [AUDIO] Remember when we chat over Louis' coming out? Why now and all that shit that I was on about? Well I followed your advice on talking to him. And we talked about it, Louis gifted me a two week vacation on my birthday and I asked him to come with me. We are finally going to Madagascar, just the two of us. I think being away from everything will be a good thing, to figure things out you know? that's what I mean by working on it I guess. I'm sorry Nialler, I barely had any time to breath let alone gossip over my love life, please forgive me. Thanks mate, your support means a lot to me.

Harry today in Italy - June 18

zendaycoolman​:

i would say welcome to the game, but you did tours so i think you had worst. yeah, yeah, but i swear it’s pure science. it seems that dwelling on frustrations makes it harder to become calm enough to drift, you feel? anyways, sorry in advance if i come off as rude or something, i’m trying to keep my focus on hating shit.

True, I don’t think those two are comparable though touring and filming non stop, acting is more draining I feel like. Like, mentally. And if you’re doing Euphoria right now?! I can only imagine. Oh please, none of that. What are you hating on though? How can I be of help? 

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itstommo91​:

when he’d booked harry the trip to madagascar, he’d secretly been hoping that the younger lad would invite him along. that being said, louis hadn’t wanted to make assumptions. he didn’t want to come across as controlling or trying to insert himself places he didn’t belong. he was packing a few pairs of swim trunks and a ton of suncream. he didn’t want to end up a lobster on their trip, that would ruin it. he had booked a private jet from heathrow to an airport in madagascar. honestly, he didn’t want to deal with the media circus that would be sure to follow if he and harry took a commercial flight to africa. also, a private jet was the only way he’d found to get directly onto the island of madagascar. 

louis walked out to his car, heading to heathrow. his security was driving, as he was driving louis’ car home. he was supposed to meet harry at the airport, so as not to draw suspicion. louis was way past feeling the need to hide, but if they were spotted together now, the rumors would fly and this trip would be interrupted by managers and people wanting interviews. after he made it through security and check-in, louis walked into the vip lounge of heathrow. a moment later, louis flopped on one of the couches after grabbing a beer. he took a sip of the beer, running a hand through his hair lightly as he waited for harry. louis was never usually the first to arrive anywhere, so he was a bit shocked that he’d beaten harry here. 

@hcrrystylcshq​​

Harry couldn’t remember the last time he ran against time this hard. First it was the whole Elevator fiasco, resulting on only catching the night flight from LA to London instead of the first in the morning like he planned. From there on it was downhill, always falling behind on everything he had planned out. The only saving grace being the fact that he did packed beforehand, and it was close to nothing for him to arrange until it was time to catch the private jet Louis booked for their highly anticipated vacation in Madagascar. 

With his mickey mouse suitcase in hand, he almost ran up the jet stairs, eager to finally seat back and relax after such a run down. It didn’t even crossed his mind to ask the staff if Louis was already on board, the Doncaster being the last one by default, but apparently not today. “Oh hi!” Harry cheered, as he walked inside, grin on his face, despite his tiredness. “This has to be a first” he couldn’t help but tease with a small giggle, as some of the staff was working behind him, taking care of everything needed for them to take flight. Which lead to Harry not even knowing how to properly greet Louis, their relationship still pretty shaky and uncertain for either of them to actually know, so he went in for a hug, one that probably last a few more seconds then any other hug would. “Where can I get one of those?” He pointed at Loui’s beer. 

zendaycoolman​:

man, I’m exhausted. it’s halfway through shootings and i honestly don’t think i’ll be able to remember any lines anymore. kidding, job will be done, but it’s time for the emergency plan - fill my mouth with carbs, take a cold shower and get mad at something, that what keeps me up. so help a girl out, tell me something that would make me utterly mad. @hollywoodsecretstarters​

I understand what you’re saying with a completely new light now that I’m done with filming My Policeman, it has been a couple interesting months or me. You gonna pull it through, I know you will. Wait what?! Getting mad helps keep you going?! Now that’s something... different!