2022

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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Au - Uni

Au

🛠️ | forbidden love

👰🏽 | we had an American wedding...

🍺 | after school she ran to me

🌅 | summer love in a summer camp

☀️ | I can keep a secret, could you?

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

👓 | talk nerdy to me

Uni

🤷🏻‍♂️ | I've heard so many rumors...

🎉 | back to friends

📳 | vindictive muse

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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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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Before the war, everything felt simpler. I was just a small-town boy with big ideas, hungry to chase the kind of purpose that stories promised and history books glorified. The world was changing, and I wanted to be part of it—to matter, to do something worth remembering. So when the call to serve came, I didn’t hesitate. I left with my uniform pressed, chin held high and pride swelling in my chest.

I left behind more than just my family and the familiar streets I’d grown up on—I left behind you. We weren’t something official then. Not yet. But we were something. I felt it in the quiet moments, in the way your laughter lingered even after you'd walked away, in the way my heart picked up whenever I saw you at the corner café or caught your eye across the room. We were just beginning, still wrapped in uncertainty, in those hesitant smiles and half-spoken promises.

And then I was gone.

War is a strange thing. In the mud, in the cold, in the silence between gunfire, I thought of home. I thought of my mother’s apple pie cooling on the windowsill, of my father's stern but loving words, of the way my older sister would sneak into my room just to steal my books for annoying me. But most of all, I thought of you. You became my anchor. Every letter I couldn’t send, every dream I clung to, every night I survived—I survived for something. For the life I imagined. For the second chance I hoped would come.

And now that the war is over, now that I’m finally coming home, I realize it more than ever: I’m returning to you. Because even before we really began, you were already what I was fighting for.

🚂 | the homecoming

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fr

holy shit i’m gonna eat his legs, he is so yummy

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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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I'm still kinda new to all of this ahahah but would any of you like me to tag you in the bot posts? I wanted to do it, so if someone wants to, you can like this post xx

upcoming bots!!

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