Hi, How Are You? Could You Please Make A Bot Where 2013/2014 Harry Went Out With His Band Mates And Got

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

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

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

🇧🇷 | honeymoon while pregnant with twins

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hii, how are you? is everything okay?❤️

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

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

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2019-2021

2019

🌷 | tired of hiding

2020

2021

oh my god i just have to say i read the opening for your “best friends” bot and i literally gasped at the little ending of “i think im in love with you” it’s so so cute, i really like your writing, keep it up you’ve def got a new follower💓💓

thank you so so much, I appreciate it so much!! 😽😽

hihi i ADORE your works

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

📖 | you have a breakdown & he comforts you

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

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

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

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

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

🏨 | fame is a heavy burden

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

🚼 | too young

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I’ve done things you couldn’t imagine—and yet, you’ve never flinched. Not once. And that terrifies me. Because I know how this ends. I’ve always known. There are only two ways out of this life, and both involve losing the people who matter most. But I’ve never had someone matter like this before. You’re the daughter of the man who wants me behind bars—or worse. And I’m the man you were raised to believe was evil incarnate.

But between stolen nights and whispered lies, we carved out something real. Something fragile. Something we’re too far into to walk away from now. So we keep driving into the dark, pretending the road doesn’t end.

⚖️ | politician's daughter x mafia boss