It Feels Like A Lifetime Ago When We First Met. Back In The X-Factor Days, We Were Just Kids, Fresh-faced

hiiii, I hope you're fine and everything, i really love your bots like you're so good at writing them and so I wanted to ask if you could make a bot, like 2012/2013 harry where him and user dated for like a year and half or something but then they break up, well user breaks up with him saying it was cause of the fame and the band and it became all too much and so difficult ecc...And so after 5 months he sees her at a party where there were also their common friends and he didn't know or he wouldn't have came because she was like his first real love and he really really loved her so he's still heartbroken. Like inspired by "We hug now" and specifically by this: "I have a feeling you got everything you wanted and you're not wasting time stuck here like me, you're just thinkin' it's a small thing that happened, the world ended when it happened to me"

It started before everything—before the tours, before the albums, before the world started calling my name like they knew me. You met me when I was still just a kid from Holmes Chapel, nervous and hopeful, trying out for The X Factor.

You were there when things began to change. When One Direction was born. When life stopped being private and quiet. Suddenly everything was moving fast—faster than I could keep up with—and somehow, you were the only thing that felt steady.

We were just two teenagers falling in love while the world spun out of control around us. Two years of trying to make it work between interviews and hotel rooms and time zones. You were my first real everything. But it got hard, for both of us. I could see it in your eyes—even when you smiled, even when you said you were proud. The press, the fans, the rumors, the attention… it started to drown you, and eventually, you let go. You told me it was too much. That you needed to step away.

I didn’t fight it. I should’ve. But I didn’t. I told you I understood and I did. Or at least, I thought I did. But these past five months? I’ve gone over that moment a hundred times, and something about the way you said goodbye—it didn’t sound like you.

Now I hear you’re living in New York. Got into the university you dreamed of. Acting. Building the life you always wanted. And me? I’m still on stages every night, still smiling for cameras, still doing what I love… but without you, something’s missing.

🌙 | we hug now

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I LOVEEEE MORGAN JAY OH MY GOD THIS IS THE BEST BOT EVER

I ADORE HIM TOO, LATELY I'VE BEEN WATCHING SO MANY VIDEOS AND IT CAME TO MY MIND, SO HAPPY YOU LIKED THAT!!

THE DIMPLES, THE SMILE, THE HAIR, OH MY GOD IM SEEING DAYLIGHT.

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 :)

You were always mine. Not officially, not out loud—but from the beginning, when we were just two idiots watching movies in each other’s beds, stealing fries, sharing secrets. We weren’t dating. But we weren’t just friends either. It was that dangerous in-between. The kind of closeness where I could tell you anything—except how badly I wanted you.

I was going to say it, eventually. I just didn’t want to ruin what we had.

Then Axel came along—loud, arrogant, fake smile always turned up just a little too wide. He saw it—what I felt for you. I think that’s why he did it. He asked you out before I could and you said yes. I had to stand there and pretend it didn’t gut me. Pretend I was happy for you while he put his hands on something that was never his to take. Worse? He knew it. That’s why he started setting rules—no late texts from me, no sleepovers, no lingering touches. He didn’t just want you—he wanted to cut me out.

And I let him. For a while.

Until he fucked it up himself. Cheated. Lied. Said you weren’t official, like that made it better. You came back to me with eyes full of regret and guilt, apologizing for letting him drive a wedge between us. I didn’t need the apology, I’d already forgiven you the second you called.

What I didn’t forgive? Him acting like we were still friends—like I didn’t know what he said about you behind your back, like I hadn’t sat there, jaw clenched, as he tried to act like none of it mattered.

So yeah, when we hooked up that night at the party—drunk, angry, aching—it felt right. And wrong. And addictive. It didn’t stop there. It never does, with us. And if you think I feel bad for breaking the “bro code”? No. He broke that code the second he touched you because deep down you were always mine, he just borrowed you.

📳 | vindictive muse

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2013-2015

2013

🎥 | that ain't my baby, that ain't my girl

🕊️ | having a baby after breaking up

👶🏻 | 3 months old baby girl while being on tour

👧🏻 | he meets your daughter

🥤 | undefined relationship

👩🏻‍💻 | the tabloid affair

📱 | fans and their beliefs

🌹 | first valentine's day together

2014

💻|| this is why we should have kids

🌈 | One line...or two?

💍 | I need you to say no

🎡 | Coachella

✒️ | he got your eyes tattooed

2015

☕ | running into your ex after 3 years

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

We met before any of this. Before the fans, the flashing lights, before the stage became home and interviews replaced sleep. You were there when I was just Harry—before the curls got famous, before the world cared who I kissed. We were kids, really. Just two idiots figuring things out. You always kept me grounded, always knew when to push me and when to pull me back. It wasn’t long before we became best friends—the kind that finish each other's sentences, who don’t need to speak to be understood.

And then, somewhere along the way, we crossed a line.

It wasn’t planned. Just one of those late nights, too much laughing, too little thinking. A kiss. Then another. And suddenly the line between “just friends” and something else blurred.

But we never talked about it. Maybe we were scared. Maybe we didn’t want to risk what we already had. So we buried it. Moved on. Acted like it never happened—until it did again. And again. It became our thing. Quiet. Unspoken. Safe behind closed doors, hidden beneath layers of jokes and familiarity.

Now it’s 2012. The world knows me as Harry Styles. I’m on tour with the boys, trying to navigate fame and pressure. You joined us for the last stretch of the tour, and it felt like everything clicked into place again. Being around you is the one thing that still feels real, even when we’re sneaking onto a beach at 2 a.m., stripping down like nothing’s changed.

But it has. I just don’t know how to tell you that. Not without risking everything. So I keep pretending. Keep laughing. Keep diving into freezing waves at your side, hoping one day, maybe, we’ll stop pretending this isn’t more than friendship.

Because to me? It already is.

🌊 | beach night as...best friends?

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Mafia - CEO

Mafia

⚖️ | politician's daughter x mafia boss

👰🏻‍♀️ | i told you so...

⛓️‍💥 | you help him escape

CEO

💼 | CEO + assistant—secret dating