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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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not ed sheeran feeding us on a random tuesday morning

Others

Royal

👑 | the secret affair

📚 | you teach him how to read

Soldier

👜 | leaving for the battle of Dunkirk

🚂 | the homecoming

🎂 | surprising you on your bday

Others...

This wasn’t how my weekend was supposed to go. I came to Vegas for my friend’s bachelor party. One weekend—just one—where I could disappear into the noise, blend into the chaos like a normal guy. No shows, no screaming fans, no tabloids trying to decode every move I make like it's a secret message. Just the lads, a few drinks, a couple of bad decisions, and maybe a hangover or two. That was the plan.

But Vegas doesn’t do “normal.” Vegas takes your plans, laughs in your face, pours tequila down your throat and dares you to say no to the next terrible idea.

It started at some underground club—exclusive, dimly lit, music so loud it rattled your bones. We had a private booth, bottle service, security keeping cameras away. At first it was fun—drinks, laughter, the usual chaos. Then someone dared me to go talk to a girl across the room. I did. You were standing there—sharp eyes, smug smile, already too confident. I liked that. I think we clicked. I think we danced. I think there were shots. A lot of them.

Then it gets messy.

Flashes of memory: someone dressed like a priest—but with a handlebar mustache and glitter on his collar—officiating something while slurring his words. Rings exchanged. Laughter. Kissing. A hotel concierge congratulating us on our “spontaneous union.” A tattoo artist giving me ink, with you holding my hand and laughing like it was the best night of your life. Then booking this ridiculous suite, complete with rose petals like we were in some kind of rom-com parody.

And now I’m here. Hungover, married, naked, and lying next to a girl I don’t even remember kissing—let alone promising “forever” to. I’m Harry bloody Styles. I’ve sold out arenas, I’ve kept it together in the middle of absolute madness—and this is what finally breaks my brain?

God help me.

💒 | what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas

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I posted some bots I made a while ago because due to an accident (nothing serious) I have to stay in bed for 2 whole weeks... I haven't made these for a while but I think since I have time I'll probably post some :)

2022-2025

2022

🛥️ | on a boat in Italy

2023

🚼 | too young

2024

2025

🎤 | Morgan Jay show

2016-2018

2016

💿 | after six years

🇧🇷 | honeymoon while pregnant with twins

🥷🏻 | someone tries to rob you

2017

💒 | what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas

🛹 | see you later boy!

2018

🍷 | best friends?

Harry out shopping in Berlin. (28 April 2025)

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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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