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ltcherrys · 2 years

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And then she made my lips hurt

(Boxer Louis Tomlinson and Model Harry Styles)

Louis threw a rough blow at the man’s cheek, causing his head to fling back. There was three minutes left on the clock, and although he was winning, he still wanted to go overboard just for the sake of himself. It’s nice to see him on the tabloids.

It seems like the punch threw Malcom back into the game because the next thing he knew he was kneed in the stomach by the opponent. If this was fetus Louis, when he first started out, he would have doubled over, but of course he’s grown from that.

His quick reflects allowed him to catch Malcom’s leg right after the throw and flip him over, he got on top of him and began punching him harshly in the face — enough for his mouthpiece to fly out. The clock buzzed and the referee blew his whistle, calling the game over.

Louis grins as his arm is lifted up, showing his victory. Matches were always his favorite and the feeling of accomplishment. After almost everyone left the room, he helped Malcom off the floor, shaking his hand. “Good game.”

His mother always asked him why he enjoyed beating men for a living and he honestly doesn’t even have an answer for himself, but it’s a passion he’s had for years now. And it’s a way to take out his anger, with violence— but now illegal violence. You get his point?

Back in the locker rooms it smelt like the usual odor of sweat and blood, and literal balls. Louis wipes his face down with a wet cloth, fresh out the shower. He only had a few bruises along his jaw, but it would heal quickly. He doesn’t let himself get touched too easily.

‘S where he got the name The Panther.

Louis pulled his shirt over his head, spitting into the sink. Liam entered the room at that moment, patting his back. “Good game.”

The boxer hums. “Thanks. But I would have appreciated it if you’d say that when I’m actually dressed.”

Liam rolls his eyes. “You’re just in your knickers and I’ve seen you naked a thousand times, you’re fine.” Louis winks. “I know I am.”

“Oh, quit being so childish just for a moment!”

Louis finally shut up and Liam sighed in relief. “As I was saying, you know Zayn is having a wedding, correct?”

“Zayn’s getting married?!”

“Oh my god, that’s been known for months now! It’s almost been a year!” Liam exasperates. Louis chuckles as he watches his friend’s distress, grabbing his coat. “I’m kidding, Li. Of course I remember.”

Liam sighs. “Great. So you need a date, and that’s where I come in.”

Louis raises an eyebrow. “Where in that equation do you come in? Do you plan on being my date? That’s so sweet of you.” He replies, squeezing the brunette’s cheek. Liam slaps his hand away angrily, his eyebrows drawn.

“No, you idiot. Gigi has a friend and her name’s Harry. She’s a model, I’m sure you’ll like her. I’ve met her a few times, she’s pretty nice?”

“Got good pussy?”

Liam punches him.

Louis scowls, rubbing his jaw. “I was just kidding, jesus.”

“Don’t kid like that again. It’s rude to say stuff like that. Now, you already know when the wedding is, you just have to arrive with her and meet her properly. Don’t be a dick.”

Louis dabbed his skin with a wet cloth, snorting. “My mum raised me better than that.”

“Yeah, and she also taught you about violence. Doesn’t seem like that worked well.”

“Oi, shut the fuck up.”

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Louis thinks he’s watched enough Vogue and Jimmy Fallon interview to know how his date is like. Surely Youtube isn’t going to help him, but it’s good to be prepared. By 2pm Louis got himself dressed in the tuxedo Liam bought him, he folded the collar of his dress shirt and stared at himself through the mirror, trying to flatten out his hair in the mirror.

His phone rung on his bed and he leans over to grab it, seeing Liam’s name flash across the screen. “Yello.” He greeted.

He can hear Liam’s sigh of disapproval through the phone. “Zayn’s sending a limo for us to come in, so no need to worry about picking Harry up.”

“Fancy.” He comments, letting his phone rest on his shoulder. He worked on fixing his tie, which he could never seem to figure out.

“Yeah, whatever. Anyways, the driver should be coming to pick you up shortly.”

“Alright, thanks.” Louis hangs up the phone and stiffs it back into his pocket. He grabs his golden Rolex watch off of his dresser and clasps it onto his wrist, smirking at the jewelry on his skin. He then grabs his ray bans and pushes it onto his face.

The doorbell rings throughout his house and he clicks his tongue, leaving the bedroom. He spots the dark black limousine parked on the curb and walks towards it, he doesn’t expect for a chauffeur to come out and open the door for him, but he reminds himself that Zayn and Halle are extra like that.

“Thanks.” He mutters. Once he climbs into the car he sighs, and hears Jade’s snickers from across him. She’s cuddled up to Perrie’s side as she giggles behind her hand. He knows she’s referring to the sunglasses on his face, so he simply flips her off.

“Harry’s going to the wedding herself.” Liam whispers.

“Why?”

“Her manager doesn’t allow her to ride with so many people.”

Louis raises an eyebrow. “What are they, her parents?”

“Well…” Liam leans closer. “I’m not supposed to tell you this but I suppose you should know since she is going to be your date. Basically she came from a super catholic family, and they made her father’s friend her manager.”

Louis scrunches up his face. “I’d cry if I were her.”

“She is pretty sneaky, I’ll her that.” Liam murmurs. The ends of Louis’ lips curl at the remark. “How sneaky are we talking?”

“Louis shut the hell up.”

“What’d he do now?” Perrie asks.

The wedding was nice, very Halle and Zayn. It was garden themed, pink flowers and green plants everywhere. The good thing was that it didn’t smell like pollen and water.

He of course congratulated Zayn after and shared a few drinks with him until Liam approached him, pulling him by the shoulder. “I think your date deserves some company.” He whispers. Louis snapped his fingers. “That’s what I was forgetting.”

“Just go get her.” He huffs out, moving Louis in the direction of the girl. She was in a pink dress, as of every bridesmaid and woman, but her dress seemed to transcend every else’s. It probably would have been a bad thing if it weren’t for the fact that she’s fucking gorgeous.

“She looks better than the interviews.” Louis says, studying her.

“You watched interviews?” The boxer ignores Liam’s question in favor of pushing him away, grinning. “Enough of that, Li. I’m going to get laid tonight.”

He doesn’t wait for Liam’s reply. He walks towards Harry, who’s currently leaning against a bar, nursing a glass of wine. Just as Louis’ getting closer, literally out of nowhere, a tall bulky man stops him. “Shit, you scared me, mate.”

He doesn’t laugh. “Where do you think you’re going.”

Harry snorts from behind him, lightly pushing him. “It’s fine, Paul. That’s my date.”

Paul raises an eyebrow. “Robin didn’t inform me of any dates.”

“Well… that’s because I didn’t tell him about any dates.” Harry says, smiling.

Paul disregards her answer with a shake of his head, backing away. Her eyes settle back on Louis, bright and green, with a vibrant smile. “I’ve been waiting for you for four hours.”

“I kind of forgot I had a date, sorry.” Louis breathes out. Harry hums as she takes a sip of her wine, painting her lips crimson.

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kitsunetsuki · 8 months

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Paul Harris - Lingerie by Funn (Harpers and Queen 1975)

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missmielyhoran · 1 month

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Daddy

in which Y/N's daughter accidentally calls Harry Daddy and the whole world goes crazy...

(Singer!Harry Styles × Model!Y/N)

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✨ husbands in Rome ✨

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larrylimericks · 11 days

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19May24

Precisely a year since it started (The Sun forgot ratrry tongues darted)— May the next be as mild (We’re still detoxing Wilde)— The curtain’s come down, Hussell’s parted.

#larry #harry #harry styles #stunts #taylor russell #hussell #tayrry #the sun dropped the bua at 4 pm est #'Harry Styles SPLITS from model Taylor Russell after ‘make or break’ Japan trip'#the article says they've been together 14 months #which means the sloppy hemrata ratrry ratatourry makeout gets danielled #but first rumblings of harry and taylor were happening pretty much one year ago #so it seems like a nice neat little year-long contract #met gala was her grand finale #curious what the hs4 narrative will be #give me more angsty larry love songs about tokyo #limerick-hs #may 20 #2024

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sunshineandlyrics · 2 months

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Haha

#lol #Uber #Hyundai #I had to look up what a sienna is and its a Toyota model #Harry Styles #stunts #mine

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#adele #harry potter fanart #manga #conspiracy theories #summer #untitled #sza #karma #gay smut #model street style #outlander #baddie with a phatty #pantylover

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alittletaste · 2 years

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A PERSONAL SHOW

↳ The one where Y/n models some of her lingerie for Harry and he can’t keep his hands to himself.

Warnings: This contains smut so please be 18+ if you are going to read! A little under 2k words. Hope you enjoy the playful banter and ridiculously hot smut lovelies, it’s my first ever fic so please be kind and reblog 🫶

“Mhm, sexy” Harry spoke, his eyes trained on your body as you strutted into the room; a black lacy thong and bralette adorning your body, they were matched with a pair of red bottom Louboutins and a bright red lipstick.

“Makin’ me hard, this one is” he smirked, his hands crossed behind his head as he looked at your from his position on your shared bed. He looked amazing, his glistening abs on show and the slight trickle of hair adorning his chest and armpits were enough to make you drop to your knees.

You had bought some lingerie and it had arrived today so he requested you to model them on for him, his excuse was that it’ll be practice for your Victoria Secret show tomorrow but you knew he just wanted to compliment and love up on you so who were you to deprive him of that.

You tried to stifle your laugh as you continued walking through your bedroom, striking a pose as you got to the end of the bed. “Strike another pose m’lady” Harry chuckled, grabbing his phone from the nightstand before clicking a picture. “That’s my girl” he clicked another picture before dropping his phone on the bed and standing up to walk over to you.

His hand slowly pushed your hair back once he reached you, his lips coming in contact with your neck to softly peck it. “You’re absolutely beautiful darling, prettiest model there ever is and ever will be” he praised and you smirked.

“Really, huh?”

“Cross my heart. Never met anyone more beautiful than you. You’ll smash it tomorrow night, I know it” he spoke gently before leaning in to press a kiss to your lips, you moaned against him but stopped before it could go any further.

“I love you” you whispered, shivering at the feeling of one of his hands trailing up your bare back seductively after it groped your ass. He whispered it back in your ear before lightly tugging on your lobe with his teeth. “As much as I love this set on you, I’d love it even more off your body” he groaned, fingers tugging at the bralette to unhook it and throw it onto the floor. Once it was off, he patted the back of your thigh, signalling for you to jump up into his grasp so he could walk you over to the bed.

Once you were in his embrace, you breathed in his warm scent, slowly grinding yourself down onto his hard on as you leaned in to take his lips into your own. You tongue fighting his for dominance, as he slowly placed you down on the soft bed. Harry slid his hand to cup your breast, making you moan into his mouth just as his thumb brushed over the sensitive peak. You shuddered at the feeling, throwing your head back and resisting the urge to cry out from the explosive sensation. His thumb stilled as you took labored breaths. “God, you’re so sexy, can’t wait to marry the fuck out of you” he groaned, reaching up into your hair to pull you back to his lips.

“You’re so good to me” you cry out, trembling against your boyfriend as he pulled and twisted your nipple teasingly. He could feel you trying to rub your thighs together, surely trying to alleviate the growing ache there. He rolled your nipple between his fingers and you could feel your slick building up in your panties. "Harry, please." You begged, gripping his shoulders tightly.

“You know I’ll always give it to you baby, be patient” he teased, his hips pressing against your thigh to show you his hardening bulge in his shorts. He kissed down your body, starting from your neck to your chest, to your breasts, taking a nipple each into his mouth before kissing his way down to your stomach, briefly stopping by the top of your thong. He looked up at you through his eyelashes, a teasing smirk plastered on his face before he kissed right above your clothed mound. “Need this to come off” he spoke gruffly, slowly taking ahold of your panties and dragging them down your legs, leaving a trail of kisses behind. “But these can stay on” he hummed, slowly tracing his hands over the Louboutin heels.

Your body was completely exposed to him now and no matter the amount of times he’s seen, felt or claimed your body, his heart still skips a beat at how lucky he is to have you. Harry’s eyes scanned over your body as he licked his lips. “I need to take you from behind, fuck, would you like that baby? Like when I fuck you from behind?” He asks, grabbing ahold of you and flipping you around. He leaned forward, catching your earlobe between his lips again before whispering “tell me how much you need me”

Your body trembled at the feeling of his warm breath against your skin and his calloused hands moving up and down your body, you pushed your ass back into him. “Please, need you so much. Love it when you fuck me from behind. Please H”

Slowly, he stopped, his hands gliding firmly from your back to your hips. He wanted to savor this more, but like you he couldn't take much more of this. He placed a soft kiss on your temple and nudged you slightly forward on the bed, "As you wish” he spoke as he got up to peel his shorts off. His hard cock springing into action. You squirmed on the bed, knowing what was to come.

He smiled at you seductively, leaving a kiss to your shoulder before climbing up behind you. Harry’s hands greedily groped your backside, feeling the tender flesh between his fingers. Your trembling was not lost on him, and he smirked when a finger dipped lower, sliding over that warm and wet entrance he longed to be inside of.

Your reaction was immediate, crying out louder than before. You buried your face into the comforter, muffling your sounds as Harry watched on. He caught the way you shuddered once his fingers started gliding through your wetness, catching your very sensitive bundle of nerves. One of his fingers enters you, curling upwards against your quivering walls, the pressure was building and you were so close. Your body was coiling against pleasure and your toes were curled inside of your heels, you wanted nothing more than Harry buried balls deep inside of you.

“Fuck me” you finally got out, your face pressed against the mattress, your hair stuck to your forehead. You were a panting mess but still, Harry looked at your with full adoration and lust. His own breathing was shallow as he gripped your hip in one hand and himself in the other.

Gliding that smooth head up and down the length of your opening before pushing forward in one hard powerful thrust, he was seethed inside. Your back arched at the sensation of his incredible length buried deep inside of you and you let out a cry of ecstasy. Every inch of you was full of him. You could feel each ridge and vein of his cock, caressing against your warm walls, the dull ache deep within you slowly being satisfied further with each thrust of his hips.

Harry swore the feeling of your wet walls spasming and clenching around his dick was perfection, he truly couldn’t describe the sensation even if he was held at gunpoint, that’s how mindblowing and out of the world sex was with you. He craved this every night he was away from you and so did you.

Harry picked up his pace, relishing the moans and gasps you made. But, also, transfixed by the sight of himself plunging deeply within you. Seeing himself slickened by your warmth only intensified his own pleasure, and he needed more. His hands grasped your hips firmly as he increased the intensity with each thrust.

The sounds of moans and skin slapping against skin filled the room. It was what you’ve wanted the second you walked out the walk in wardrobe, to feel him rub up against every little spot deep within you, spots only he could and was allowed to reach. Every thrust added to the ever growing pleasure, it made you gasp, your toes curl, your back to arch and your face to dig deeper into the mattress.

Harry was also a similar mess, his head was thrown back as he pulled on your hips, making you meet every one of his thrusts in the middle. A cry left his lips as he pushed as deep as he could within you, his pelvis flat against your ass. He leaned over you, pushing you further and further into the mattress with each powerful thrust. He couldn’t believe you were here, beneath him, taking what he had to give you, you were all his.

One hand found its way into your hair while the other held your hips at just the right angle. He tugged your hair to the side, trailing his tongue along your neck and down the curve of her shoulder. “Fuck, Harry” you cried out, breathlessly automatically making him twitch inside of you.

“Fuck baby, you like it?” He asked and you nodded against his hold, squeezing your walls around him and timing your movements with his the best you could. You were coaxing him to the finish line as was he with you. You ached to feel his hot cum deep inside of you. His thrusts grew rigid and he growled, pulling your hair harder and digging his nails into your hips harder.

With another squeeze of your walls, he was letting go, bottoming out within you, your name rolling off the tip of his tongue. “Oh fuck” he growled, a few more quick thrusts helped Harry finish off his orgasm which inevitably encouraged you to cum as well. You squeezed his cock, cries leaving your mouth as you came around him. You were breathless and so was he.

“I love you so much” he whispered with one last deep breath, as he slowly pulled out and rolled onto his side of the bed, pulling you up and closer towards him. He slowly took off the heels, throwing them off the bed before wrapping his arm around you as you came to lay on his chest, his head dipping down so that he can kiss into your hair. “You’re fuckin amazing love” he praised making you hum against him.

It took you a few minutes to come down before you whispered a quick “I love you” back

Harry smiled, dipping his head down once again to bury his noise into your hair, he quickly kissed you. “I’d go again but I don’t want you to lose your ability to walk for tomorrows fashion show”

“Just say you have a low stamina Harry, it’s ok to accept it” you replied, jokingly making him groan.

“And here I was being nice to you, I think I might need to punish you”

“Whatever you say grandpa”

“Hmm, is that your kink then? Fucking older men? I’ll keep that in mind” Harry chuckled as you pinched his nipple as a warning.

“You killed the mood, I’m going to sleep” you spoke, turning over and away from Harry otherwise you knew you’d burst out laughing and you didn’t want to give in that easily yet.

“Fuck I’m sorry, come here baby” Harry pouted, pulling you towards him. He engulfed you in his arms and kissed your cheek repeatedly. “Fuck, you make me so happy” he whispered into your ear making you smile against him.

He moved to lay ontop of you, slowly taking your lips into his own which inevitably did lead to a second round and yes Harry had the stamina for it and no, you did not lose your ability to walk. It all worked out.

#harry styles blurbs #Harry styles smut #Harry writing #Harry styles fanfiction #Harry styles x you #harry styles x y/n #harry styles x model!reader #Harry styles fluff #Harry styles oneshot #Harry styles imagine

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malfoyx · 1 month

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Harry Styles Chest

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kitsunetsuki · 5 months

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Harri Peccinotti - Vogue UK (Nov. 1975)

#harri peccinotti #vogue #vogue uk #photography #fashion photography #vintage fashion #vintage style #vintage #retro #aesthetic #beauty #seventies #70s #70s fashion #70s style #70s model #1970s #1970s fashion #editorial

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missmielyhoran · 10 months

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Long Live

Harry does his first ever tiktok live...

90sRockstar!Harry × Model!Reader

A/N- i- just read this...I cried thinking about this

(It's 2023, Harry and Reader are in their early 50s, Jackson and Sophie- 19)

Masterlist // Series Masterlist

*****

"Angel do I look good?" Harry asks you as he props his phone on the stand Jackson setup before he went to the studio.

"You always do Baby" You chuckled from the loveseat watching your husband fix his graying hair for millionth time.

It's been a long time since Harry and band stopped performing. The last album they released was almost five years ago and today was band's 25th birthday. So, Harry's management asked him to do a live stream.

He obviously didn't how amything worked considering the old man he was which you always told he wasn't seeing as people your age were still having kids while yours were about to go to college.

He felt old.

He noticed the whole time he was live as multiple comments rolled in. He thought tiktok was fun, Sophie even got him to make some with him which he thought was silly but again very fun.

"Hi I'm Harry" He introduced himself as if everyone already didn't know who he was. You shook your head amused.

"Oh there are so many people. How do I talk to them? Is it like face time?" He asked you but you were just as confused.

"I think you read the comments and reply to them babe" You guessed as you saw multiple people asking different questions and some sending weird emojis.

"Oh" He read the comments and laughed, "They want to see you Angel" He said and pulled you from the loveseat to beside him and wrapped his arms around your frame.

"Hi" You said laughing.

"As you all know it's my band's 25th anniversary so I decided to this live thingy my kids taught me the other day. I can't perform anymore any of us can't especially Mitch and his old man bones" he said teasingly knowing his best friend will see this.

"My kids are so smart cause if it was upto me I would've never been able to do this" He said as he read people finding it funny and sweet that he didn't know how to use tiktok.

As if on queue Sophie walked into the living room typing away on her phone.

"Sweety come here and say hi. I'm live on tiktok" Harry said eagerly. Sophie laughed and slid beside her dad putting her head on his shoulder.

"Do you guys know she got into Harvard? All by herself." Harry said proudly, "I don't even know where she got it from none of us are smart"

"Hey, I'm smarter than you" You said slapping his chest.

"I'm dumb as fuck Angel, Evie is smarter than me" He said laughing which turned into a cackle when Evie meowed from her bed half asleep across the room.

Harry decided to read some more comments and you decided to get onto preparing lunch. Sophie sat on the sofa letting her dad do her thing but also be there if he needed something.

"Hey, sweetie what does b and 4 means?" Harry asked quizzical to his daughter.

"It means before dad, like b and four" She explained, Harry's face morphed into a 'ohh' expression.

"That's smart" He said nodding his head. He read some more comments when someone put sunglasses on his face.

"Someone put sunglasses on me" He laughed and posed as if he was wearing real sunglasses, "This is fun"

He saw someone say 'brb gotta cry' and he felt bad, "I don't know who brb is but please don't cry" He said his lips turning into a soft frown.

Sophie laughed from her seat and explained to her dad that it didn't mean someone was literally crying which made him feel embarrassed flushing his face a bit.

Harry was having fun with this new technology nonetheless and Sophie was having fun watching her dad experience new things. She knew this will be added to the plathora of Harry Styles compilations there are on YouTube (which he very much enjoys watching).

She was lost in thought of maybe teching him how to use instagram and maybe doing a live there also when he spoke up again.

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"Why are so many people here calling me dilf? what's a dilf?" He asked confused and Sophie decided that she is not letting him do live again.

Idk where this came from I was listening to Long live by Tay. also by sweating I meant this emoji 🥵

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tpwkwriter · 1 year

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could you please do a fic about model reader and harry always supporting her please?

Front row for you.

Thank you for the request! This is actually a really sweet idea! I had to do this with FBH 💓

Description: y/n can finally love her dream for real, and harry wouldn’t miss it for the world.

Absolute fluff and cuteness🌷

Ps: my requests are open!!❤️

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The dressing rooms of manhattans centre were hustling and bustling, full of laugh and talk.

Y/n sat on her vanity chair twirling her curled hair around her finger, this was her 4th year being a professional model and taking it seriously, it had shocked her how far her career had sky rocketed.

She couldn’t quiet believe she was sitting backstage of one of the biggest fashion events of the year.

As a child she begged her parents to take her to nyc or London just to watch the fashion week before her eyes, and now she was part of it.

The thought of also being able to bring her parents and family to New York City was also not on y/n’s list but the fact she could made her proud of herself.

The only person missing now was Harry, a bit of her heart broke knowing he couldn’t make it back in the US in time.

When y/n received her invitation to the event, she called harry straight away with floods of happy tears and jumpy hands.

Y/n’s mind jolted back to reality, this was happening? A hard knock was at her door.

“Come on in” she called twirling around on her stool to face the door.

“Y/n babe, 5 minutes till showtime!! It’s completely packed out there! 2,200 people out there waiting including the one and only Micheal kors!” Her manager squealed.

“Wow” she sighed

“Y/n? Are you nervous?” She said walking towards her and gently closing her door behind her.

“Mainly excited nerves, y’know this has been my dream since a little girl” she smiled

“Of course! Well not long now and remember your family have somewhat been able to get front row so give them a smile?” She laughed.

‘Front row?, thought that was only for high status people’ she mentally thought.

“Oh wow, oh well thanks” she blushed not believing her luck.

“Oh and also, remember to straighten that dress when you leave!” Her manager reminded before slipping out the door.

A sigh left the girls mouth, she couldn’t wait to do this, she stood up and walked in front of her full length sized mirror and checked out her dress.

An elegant white, floral dress that hung perfectly to showcase her sliver heels, she gently smoothed the silky texture with her hands and got ready to join the rest of the girls next to the stage.

Before she does so her phone dings.

H🫶🏼: good-luck out there tonight baby, I’m sorry I can’t be there tonight, tour isn’t as fun without you, I know you’ll do amazing and I’ll be watching some shitty livestream, I love you so much x

Y/n🌷: thank you H, miss you more than ever! Still can’t get over I’m doing this😭 love and miss you loads❤️x

She typed out and sent, y/n knew it would be nearly impossible for him to fly out so quick knowing he has a show the next day. She put her phone down and went to join the girls.

The audience sat in anticipation watching the opening of the show, and the presenter begin.

Y/n was the second model to walk the runway on her own, she was going to have a total 3 outfit changes through the evening and spend most the time on stage.

“Ok girls, give it everything you have, Petra as soon as that music starts your on, y/n as soon as Petra hits half that halfway line you start your strut” her manager states ensuring everyone of when they appear and do there bit.

“Remember not to slow, not to fast, a smile and sassy side tonight ladies” she claps.

The presenter had left stage, ‘this was it’ she thought

A roar of claps and cheers occurred when the first model strutted onto to stage, y/n discreetly peered beside the curtain to take a look at the audience and try to locate her family and there they were right side of the stage front row almost close enough to touch the stage if they wished.

Y/n peered closer by curtain to travel someone familiar by her dad.

No..Harry?

Her heart was pounding and her head was racing? That was Harry? Harry made it?

“Y/n, you don’t want to reveal yourself just yet!” Her manger said reaching out for her shoulder.

“Harry!! Harry’s here!” She excitedly squealed pointing towards him.

She smiled in reply.

“You knew about this?” Y/n asked.

“Well, we needed someone to be able to get your family front row” she winked.

“Your on in right aboutttt” she dragged.

“Now” she said pushing her gently.

Y/n quickly adjusted her hair and flattened out her dress once more.

Before walking from backstage to reveal herself to the 2,200 people.

She practically wanted to run over to Harry and throw herself at him, but the show was to go on regardless.

With a start of a slow walk she began to quicken her pace, her arms remaining on her gown at all times making sure the pictures captured the Beauty and detail of the fendi gown.

She could see her family rising out of there seat as she strides closer, her heart almost running marathons in her chest at the excitement and adrenaline she is facing.

As mums do she held her phone camera out at her daughter capturing this special moment, her father almost dropping a tear from his eye at the sight.

“Harry!!!” she blushed blowing quick kisses to him.

“Hi baby” he mouthed using his hand to catch the kisses.

For the rest of the walk she held a big toothy grin, this couldn’t get any better.

— — — — —

At just about midnight the night of y/n’s life came to halt.

As soon as the presenter appeared back to stage to thank everyone and close the evening, Harry and her family had already made it to y/n’s dressing room.

“Harry” she sighed leaning into his scent and warmth, something she hasn’t been able to do in over 2 months.

“Only you could get away with wearing jeans and a top to New York fashion week” she muttered into his shoulder.

“Heeyyy, didn’t want to upstage you darling” he smirked which caused the girls parents to laugh.

“Shush it” she smiled reluctantly letting go to hug her parents.

“Oh darling we’re so proud of you” her mum began, cupping her cheeks and giving her a mum hug.

“How did we make such a beautiful girl” her mum continues.

“Not quiet sure, Harry your lucky man” her dad stated and put a heavy hand on his shoulder.

“Most definitely” he smiled.

With some love and affection from both her parents, it was finally Harry and y/n in the dressing room.

“Can’t believe you” she smiled walking into his embrace once again.

“I wouldn’t miss this day, are you crazy?” He smiled.

“I didn’t think it was even possible”

“Mm it is when it comes to you darling” he hummed kissing her head

“You’ve got a show tomorrow though” she pouted looking up at him.

“Come with me” he stated.

“Babyyyy” she whined.

“Only one more week in Paris, and then it’s just us in sweet London hey?” He continues using his ringed fingers to play with her hair.

“Got more work to do here though, y’know I want tooooooo” she dragged in a whiny tone.

“Uh uh” he hummed

“Sarah managed to find you work in Paris, s’can still fly out with me, s’up to you darling”

“Oh my god, you really think of everything” she stated kissing his chest.

“Best get to the hotel room and sleep, m’tired and plus tomorrow must be an early start for us”

“Y’know it, now c’mon get your pretty little self into something comfy and we’ll get going” he added.

“Y’looked gorgeous up there tonight, my model girlfriend, how cool is that” he smirked.

“Well, my rockstar boyfriend and your model girlfriend make quiet the coolest pair” he said in a matter of facalty.

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CINEMA {prologue}

A/n: This is the prologue of my new little series, that I am unsure yet how long it will be, my ideia is of making the ‘chapters’ like blurbs, I am always open to suggestions, you can send a anonymous ask or massage me privately. For this story, I am breaking up Holivia ahead of the beginning of Love on Tour. In my head Y/n faceclaim is Anya Taylor Joy, so I apologize ahead if in any moment I use some of her physical characteristics, I have been obsessed with the idea of Harry and Anya since they are supposed to be in a project together and both dropped out😔

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Don’t Call Me Baby

“Hey Love, what’s up?” Harry asked sweetly.

He had initially thought about ignoring his phone, until he grabbed it to turn it dawn and saw ‘My Love♥️’ on the screen— he never got around to change it after they broke up in 2015, and it wasn’t as if the sentiment had changed, she was still his love—, he untangled himself from Olivia, getting up from the couch and stepping out in the backyard.

Olivia straightened up on the couch, watching Harry walking close by the pool, brows furrowed as he listened to the person on the other end. Of course she knew who it was that her boyfriend was talking to. There was only one other person for whom he reserved all the same nicknames as hers—Y/n. Olivia wasn’t a jealous or insecure woman until she had met the model-turned-actress and watched first hand how Harry and her acted around each other.

She had came to accept after those first interactions with the younger woman and as her own relationship with Harry deepened, that if there was ever a situation where Y/n and her were in the same place, he would always go to Y/n first—it happened a lot on set when Y/n joined the cast in January as Violet, after the originally chosen actress had to leave the project—.

She got a little jealous from time to time. There was something in the way everyone around assumed Y/n and Harry are a couple, how he took Y/n to the Grammy’s instead of her, or how he took the other’s side after the fiasco that had been her interview to the younger podcast back in June—a interview that was supposed to put down the rumors surrounding Florence and her, but after being put in between a interview with a therapist about cheating and a debate about the fake feminism in Hollywood, fueled the fire of the gossips—.

“Tell me what is wrong my love, your sobbing is breaking my heart.” Harry’s accent thickened, and worry was written all around his face.

Olivia pushed herself from the couch, approached the glass door, eyebrows knitted together in curiosity, and as soon as she had asked ‘What’s up’, Harry simply raised his hand to silence her.

“That bastard…”His expression morphed into one of anger. “Are you home?” He immediately went back inside the house. “Do you need me to come over?”

Olivia only raised her eyebrows to her boyfriend’s back. She already knew it wasn’t a question, Harry would be leaving her for Y/n no matter what, and he probably wouldn’t be back until the next day.

It wasn’t the first time.

Harry cut their couple’s trip to Italy short because Miss Model was suffering with anxiety and panic attacks days before showing the first unfinished cut of her debut feature to the Warner Executives.

Olivia’s almost dislike for Y/n came from the care her boyfriend showed the girl. They even fought over it.

Harry just wasn’t the best at communicating, at least with her.

She had no problem with their friendship, except that said friendship always came first, no matter what.

“I am with Liv right now, but I can be at your place in forty minutes.” He said already putting shoes on, his phone between his shoulder and ear. “Fifty-five if I stop by that Italian restaurant to pick up your favorite.”

He stayed silent for a moment, listening to whatever Y/n was saying, a stubborn expression on his handsome face, she knew by the way his eyes quickly went her way that Y/n must have said something about her.

“Love, you never bother, we aren’t doing anything, either way it wouldn’t matter, if you’re not alright, you know I would drop anything.”Harry said too honestly, completely forgetting his girlfriend in earshot.

Olivia was certain she felt he heart shatter.

Harry only seemed to notice her again after Olivia walked in front of him to get to the bedrooms.

“Y/n/n, baby, you’re not okay and I won’t leave you by yourself. I’ll just get my keys, we see each other in a bit, but call if you need anything.” He ended the call before she could protest.

He found Olivia in their shared bedroom, his keys in hand.

“He has been cheating on her…”The man stops in his tracks when he notices his girlfriend going around putting a few of her things in a overnight bag.

“What are you doing?”Harry asks surprised, finally seeming to register that something is of with his girlfriend of almost a year.

“I’am leaving,”She snapped her head at him, emotion visible in her green eyes, “I’ll spend the night with the kids.”

“What’s wrong?” He seemed slightly worried.

“What isn’t?” There was frustration in her words. “You always drop everything for her! It’s always her! Of course no one would believe in our relationship when you act the way you do around her!” The director accused. “I feel like a placeholder, I am here until she wants you again and you go running.”

Olivia was overreacting in his eyes. He didn’t want to leave her for shits and giggles, Y/n was going through a difficult moment, he couldn’t bring himself into leaving her on her own. He had hope that Olivia, as a older and mature woman would understand and not let herself be carried by insecurity.

He felt deja-vu. It was like Camille all over again.

“She just found out she’s been cheated, I can leave her alone at this moment.” Harry tried to explain himself.

“Harry, you’re only here with me after making sure she doesn’t need you first,” Olivia accused him in a calm—if hurt—tone, “she’s your first call after every good news, or when you are sad or in a bad mood. She was your date to the fucking Grammy’s!”

He shook his head.

“You’re not been fair.”

Olivia looked at him, eyes wide open.

“Jeff was right.” She said shaking her head. “He was drunk, probably doesn’t even remember he said it, but he did, Jeffrey said she’s your muse, your first love and the owner of your heart and mind, he then went on: she’s the Sun he orbits around, all the others are stars, what is a mere star when compared to the Sun?” She laughed in disbelief, running a hand through her hair. “Does everybody knows? Was I the only clueless one?”

“You sound crazy.” He said harshly, cursing Jeff in his mind for opening his mouth.

“H, you’re in love with her, can you admit it to yourself?!” Olivia accused him.

“I’m not in love with her!” He said like a bad rehearsed script.

Even to his own ears his words sounded false and without conviction.

“It’s just… We have history, I love her deeply. Seeing her getting hurt, it guts me… it tears me apart. I can’t help it how I feel…”He said truthfully, avoiding his girlfriend’s eyes.

“Harry, do you even hear yourself?” Olivia asked, sitting by the foot of the bed. “Do you even feel this deep about me?”

He knew what she was asking truly: Do you love me?

And the fact that he had to pause to think in itself was already a horrible answer.

He cared about Olivia, deeply, he felt romantically about her, did the feelings compare? No.

It gutted him the simple notion of not having Y/n in his life in whatever capacity. He needed her smile, and her laugh. Those big eyes that looked at him with love and appreciation, that always made him feel worth of something and less like a fraud. The way her hands stoked his hair on his bad days. Or how she always called him My Love with a ‘smiling voice’.

He knew that he was able to live without Liv in his life, it would hurt a little at first, but Y/n would be there as the antidote.

“It’s different. I love you…”

“But you love her more.” She said sarcastically.

“I never compared.” He denied, running his hand through his hair a nervous way. “Baby…”

Harry felt defeated.

“Don’t call me baby…”

Olivia scoffed, feeling dumb, she should have note it the moment she met Y/n. But she was lost in the feeling of new love, feeling young and… free, as cliche as it may sound.

She remember all the times she felt like she was ‘competing’ with the younger woman. It was never a competition.

Its impossible to compete with someone that already won without even being in the competition.

Olivia got up, smiling small, she too felt defeated, but she would, if nothing else, be a gracious loser, even if her heart was being shattered on the way. She swung her bag over her shoulder, kissing his face on the way out.

“You should at least admit it to yourself.” The older women said looking into his eyes.

She was already waiting for him by the door, security must have warned her of his arrival at the gate, wrapped in a silk kimono, she smiled when he got out of the car.

“I am sorry for the delay.” He said carrying the bags with food from out of the car.

“Thank you for coming, my Love.” She said against his t-shirt, hugging his middle.

He grabbed her face with both hands, making her look up to him.

“Nothing would keep me from being with you when you need me, Baby.”

She smiled, and just like that, everything was good again for him.

Y/n stretched out on her tiptoes, giving him a peck on the lips. A act of greeting so customary between them, but that this time made his heart race in his chest.

Olivia’s words fresh in his mind, mixing with the accusations screamed at him by Camille years before.

“Let’s go in, it’s a little chill outside.” She hold his free hand in hers. “Are you staying the night?” Y/n ask looking up to him.

“For as long as you need me.” Harry smiles back.

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