Drag Me Harry

Stay close to anything that makes you glad you are alive.

[chocolatecravingclub]

[escapinginferno]

Being cheated on is one of the most difficult things that you can deal with. And I just want to give you some advice and encouragement that I wish someone had given me

[maneuvershappiness]

[escapinginferno]

Being cheated on is one of the most difficult things that you can deal with. And I just want to give you some advice and encouragement that I wish someone had given me

[chonce]

ISNFKGKKFJFJF

[guarded]

[sstyles]

[louisauu-deactivated20190319]

people are like, ‘aw yeah i kinda liked one direction like i had their songs but i was never obsessed’ and i honestly can’t relate?? like there was a point in time when i had no clue who those crusty ass teenage boys were and then suddenly i was paying rent in their asses and wearing stripes and hiding from spoons like what the fuck

[harryisart]

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[lostincalum]

Best friends?- Ashton Irwin

Nobody had ever actually talked about it. Your constant need to always do extreme things. Name it you’ve done it. From skydiving to longboarding down a hill in a ridiculous tempo. You had moved to LA for the waves. That’s what you told everybody. And conveniently enough, your best friend Ashton lived there, so you crashed there, expecting him to be away for most of the time. But you didn’t expect him to actually be home. The last two years he had been traveling the world, and that’s kind of what you expected him to do. It didn’t last very long. You had not taken into account that he would stay in LA to write out a third album. So instead of having time to shake the stupid school girl crush off, you were left with a lot more time to fall for him.  

It was a little before sunrise when you woke up. No sunrays shining through the window and no warm gust of wind flowing through the slightly open window. Regardless, you sat up in the bed and rubbed the sleep from your eyes. Swinging you legs over the side of the bed, you winced as you put them down in the cold floor. Padding over to the chair where you kept all your clothes, that were not to dirty, you picked up a hoodie and pulled it over your head. Next on was a pair of fluffy socks and grey sweatpants. Unplugging your phone from the charger you saw you already had a message from Luke.  

05:10 Ready for a morning sesh?  

05:17 Yup, be here in 20?  

You set the phone down as you started on a simple bowl of some surprisingly good porridge Ashton usually made for breakfast. It usually was only when both of you were home in the morning. You jumped a little when your phone pinged as you set the pan to boil.  

05:25 On my way!  

Rushing to your back porch you quickly took down your cold wetsuit and the surfboard that stood leaned up against the wall. you then jogged through the house to put it up against the wall in front of the driveway, so Luke could put it in the Jeep he drove for surfing. You hurried back into the kitchen to take the now finished porridge off the stove, and poured into a bowl and sat down on the kitchen island as you ate. When you finished you put the dishes in the dishwasher and headed to your bedroom to change into a bikini.  

As you tied the string around your neck, you heard your door creek open. You turned around as you pulled the same hoodie over your head, welcoming the warmth.  

Ashton spoke as your head poked free from the sweater.  

“Hey, that’s mine.”  

You looked down at yourself before meeting his eyes. Then you realised that the olive green vans hoodie you had pulled on did not belong to you at all. You felt warmth spreading all the way from your neck and up to your cheeks. It did not help that he was dressed in only boxers.  

“Sorry, did you want it back?”  

He smiled at you, and shook his head.  

“There is some porridge left if you want some, otherwise I have to go really soon.”  

Just as you uttered the last word, your phone pinged again. You looked down as you swiped it open and looked at the message.  

05:46 I’m outside  

“Actually, I have to go now.”  

You smiled sheepishly, and rushed out the door, Ashton following you.  

“Where are you going?”  

He looked down on you, with a crease between his brows, his never failing curiosity showing.  

“I’m just going for a quick morning surf with Luke. Fuck, hand me that bag will you?”  

You spoke as you pointed to the black bag, you almost forgot, sitting on the floor. He handed it to you and looked on in wonder as you rummaged through it to see that you had all you needed.  

“Bye, I’ll see if we make it back before you head to the studio.”  

The wave you gave him did not quite seem to be enough for him, as he looked at you with something like disappointment in his eyes.  

….  

“So, how are you?”  

Luke asked as you fiddled with your phone on the way to a secluded beach you had found a while a go. The waves there were not too big.  

“I’m okay I guess.”  

“I guess? What does that mean?”  

“Well, a few days ago Ash brought a girl home, I felt completely and utterly pathetic, it was as if the bottom of my stomach dropped to the ground.”  

Your phone slipped to you lap, to cover your face with your hands.  

“Ash has always been to blind to see what is right in front of him, don’t stress it, he will either come around, or you will have to make the first move.”  

“Oh no, I’m not going to make any moves. What if he doesn’t like me like that?”  

The frustration in your exclamation was obvious.  

“Well, if he ever brings girls over, you are more than welcome to come to my place”  

….  

There he goes again, new flavour of the evening screaming his name over and over, as you were trying to sleep. Your heart kept clenching and tears were pricking at the back of your eyes. Before you even realized completely what you were doing, you sat behind the wheel of your cheap slightly beat up pic up truck. It didn’t quite fit in on this street, but it did everything you asked it to do. So when you pulled up to Luke’s driveway you quickly pulled up the hand brake, took the keys out of the ignition, and stepped out of the car.  

When Luke opened the door, he was wearing a pair of flannel pants and a grey hoodie, paired with a sleepy face.  

“I’m sorry, I didn’t really look at the time and all, but Ashton has this chick over and I couldn’t really do-”  

Luke cut off your mini rant, by pulling you into the house and closing the door behind you.  

“Look, I know it sucks and all, but if you really can’t take it anymore, you should try talking to him about it. Not necessarily tell him you like him, but that you don’t appreciate him bringing home girls every night.”  

You looked at down at your hands, before meeting his eyes over the coffee table. You knew he was right, and you could not keep on doing this to your self. Being aroud him just kept on giving you more hope, that didn’t really exist.  

“Okay, tomorrow after I’ve gone back.”  

….  

You sat staring at the door, from inside you car for what felt like hours, when in reality it was probably a couple of minutes. Stepping out from the car, you walked inside silently. Going straight to your bedroom only to see Ashton standing smack dab at the centre of the room with your phone in his hands.  

“Where the fuck have you been?”  

To put it simply, Ashton looked angry. That was about the last drop for you.  

“That’s none of your business”  

The words came out silently, but sharp. You really did not want to start a fight.

“Of course it’s my business, you are my best friend, you can’t just disappear, and not tell me”  

He exclaimed as he stepped closer to you. Your stomach dropped yet again as he called you “best friend”

“Watch me”

Defiance was clear in your voice. You stepped closer to him

“I will not watch you, what if something happens to you?”

Ashton almost sounded worried, and frustrated.

“I was at Luke’s, I could’t sleep.”

The look in his eyes was definitely worried now.  

“You could have come in to my room, i would’t have minded.”  

“You would have minded alright, you and that chick you had over. I just can’t do this anymore.”  

He went red all over, there was no doubt about it. But there was a questioning look to his eyes.  

“Forget what i just said. I’ll see if Luke has a spare room or some shit.”

All the fight you had previously had in you, had now gone. You felt tired, and just wanted to get out of this house. Not Ashton though, it would seem like he had a little more left in him.  

“No, you are telling me what’s bothering you, you can talk to me.”

And there it was, he was always the understanding, forgiving type.

“Not this one, let it go Ashton”

That ought to have hurt, you never called him Ashton, usually it was just “Ash”

“I will not let it go”

He all but yelled. Thats when it boiled over for you completely, and every second thought seemed to fall away.

“Cause I’m in love with you, I’m in over my head, and I can’t live here when you only see me as your best friend. I’m sorry I’ve-”

Suddenly, his lips were on yours, you got the same rush you get after you’ve caught a wave. Everything else just seemed to fall away, everything felt right. For a second. You pushed him away.  

“I don’t want your pity Ash”

“This isn’t pity, this is love. I’ve been trying to push away this crush I’ve had on you for ages. You just hung out with Luke so much, i thought you might like him.”

You felt a pang of guilt in your chest.  

“Looks like we are both at fault here”

The thought that this was reality seemed a little unreal.

“Can we just take it slow though? I don’t want to rush this”

The feeling of embarrassment could not quite be shaken. Ashton carefully put a finger under your chin and lifted it up, so your eyes met his.  

“Of course we can take this slow”

[wnq-anonymous]

Love the people who love you. Respect the people who respect you. Be good to the people who are good to you, they deserve it.

Anonymous (via fyp-philosophy)

[on-e-d-ire-ct-i-o-n]

Harry Styles album booklet by Molly Hawkins

[deeplifequotes]

Don’t stay stuck in a low chapter. Zoom out. And have faith that everything you’re going through is setting you up to prosper.

(via deeplifequotes)

[chonce]

Niall for Billboard

[stylesdimplefeelings]

Whipped...friends?

Y/N would have never imagined the amount of attention being Harry’s best friend would bring. There’s also always speculations, suspicions that the two might be more than friends, given the fact that when they go out, it’s like they might as well be joined at the hip. Where Harry is on a day off, Y/N is sure to follow, and the paparazzi gets pictures of it all. But Y/N’s always been just a friend. It’s not like she trails behind him like a puppy, no. Harry just always loves having her around, finds comfort in the way she talks to him without a hint of glorification. Tracing back to the beginning of their friendship, Y/N didn’t tip toe around Harry, trying to make sure to not say the wrong thing, never really made impressing Harry a priority. And Harry really appreciated that.

And the relentless bother and questions of “are you two dating?” doesn’t end with the public, no, it continues, and probably gets more intense coming from their group of friends.

Whenever Y/N steps away from Harry’s side, there’s always one of the boys whispering to him about how they’re sure she’s got him wrapped around her pretty little finger. How at the call of his name, Harry never thinks twice about dropping everything and tending to her wants and needs. They make it sound awful in a way, as if Y/N is always needy of Harry and demanded his attention. But they don’t mean it like that really, just like bothering him about it, specially because he gets all worked up in trying to defend her.

They even comment about how they’ve taken notice to the fact Harry’s smile can stretch for miles at the mention of her name, which Harry has never denied. Only nods his head in amusement at the fact others notice.

And maybe their secret little escapes to what they refer to as “friend dates” are no help. They’ll be having a night in on the sofa, Harry sat at the edge of it, elbow propped on the arm rest, mindlessly scrolling through texts and thumbs swift on the screen, typing replies to friends. And obviously Y/N’s with him, lying down and feet resting on his lap, her head flat on the cushion, eyes shut because she quite enjoys just lying about in a silent room, knowing Harry’s there. And it’s not until he shuffles to stand up, pushing her legs off him in the process, that she opens her eyes and follows his body across the room where he doubles over to slip on his YSL boots before he goes for his coat. With a small whisper of “ye’ comin’?” Y/N is sure to follow his steps. Most nights like that they end up in some random bar or restaurant, sat on a stool or a booth, laughing and eating. Harry will often opt to sit next to her rather than in front, taking the chance to lay his head on her shoulder. Even kiss at her neck sometimes.

And when the boys catch a glimpse of the paparazzi photos taken of them all cuddly on a random Tuesday night at a local cafe, Harry’s phone just about overloads with texts from Niall going on about “I knew it!” And “just ask her, man!”

So no, it’s not out of the ordinary for Louis to make a ‘wuh-PSSSH’ sound followed by something snarky like “so whipped, mate. And she’s not even ye’ girlfriend,” when he notices Harry’s stare trailing to where Y/N goes as she makes breakfast for the lot. Harry tries to disregard the comment as Louis takes a seat next to him at the kitchen island.

“What’re you guys going on about over there?” Y/N asks, giggling to herself, “got Harry blushing and all.”

And of course with no chill what so ever, Liam pats Harry on the back, a devilish smile playing on his lips, “Harry here has found himself head over heels.”

Y/N can’t deny that her heart sinks a little at that, but she doesn’t let it faze her, or at least she doesn’t show it. “Really?? Oh who is she??”

“Yeah, Harry! Tell our lovely Y/N who’s the lucky woman!” Harry would hope Niall would be the one not to indulge in his current tormenting.

But Harry can only look at Y/N, her eyes locked on his from across the room. And Harry swears he’s never seen her look at him the way she is right now.

And the boys don’t mean to over tease him this time, just wish he’d finally let it out and tell her because they’re rather sure Y/N feels the same. It’s hard not to notice the way she looks at him, eyes full of adoration and dare they say, love.

When the air has fallen silent for far too long, Liam decides to change the subject for Harry’s sake and stands up to give Y/N a hand with the pouring of the beverages.

“You two have gotten to the point where you grocery shop together.” Liam starts again when Y/N steps away for more milk, “you cook together. You do laundry together. You’re always going on dates. You go with her for manis and pedis, and I’m sure you enjoy it, too.”

“So wha’?? I like spendin’ time with her.” Harry doesn’t really see why that’s so bad, being whipped and all.

“You sleep together,” Louis chimes in, “hell, wouldn’t be surprised if you showered together.”

Now that’s just nonsense.

“Sod off ye’ prick.”

It’s been a few weeks since the day Y/N found out Harry’s interested in someone. And she’d be lying if she said it doesn’t keep her awake at night. Awake while she’s lying next to Harry because of the fact that they’d much rather sleep together than alone. But when she looks over at him, she can’t help but smile.

She’s lying on her side, eyes tracing his, rid of any wrinkles they get when he smiles or frowns. They trace all of him. From his eyes to his eyebrows, then his cheeks and to his nose, where she kisses lightly, careful not to wake him. He only crinkles it for a short second, to which she only smiles. Her eyes linger down his neck, tracing every muscle and crevice until she’s looking at the tattoos on his chest, the steady rise and fall of it has her breathing adapting to his.

It’s when she looks at his parted bubble gum pink lips that she raises a hand, her index finger ghosting over his bottom lip. The touch has Harry stirring, eyes open for a moment before he puckers his lips to peck her finger, a smile on his face. He flutters his eyes shut for a second before resting his hand on her waist and rubbing his thumb gently on the exposed skin. He moans in content, pulls her body closer to his and rests his lips on her hair line.

“Go t'sleep, pet.”

And why oh why did she ever think some friendly flirting and bed sharing with her best friend could never lead to any emotional attachment.

The cuddles hasn’t stopped. Harry’s lingering kisses and hugs hasn’t stopped. The boys teasing on Harry behind Y/N’s back hasn’t stopped. Y/N sleeping in Harry’s bed hasn’t stopped. And Y/N’s constant self reminder that Harry might just be in love with someone else has not stopped.

If she’s being quite honest, she’s not liking the way the boys snicker and whisper to Harry when she walks off. And she really doesn’t like how whatever and whoever they’re whispering about is making Harry blush and smile sheepishly like crazy. Wishes she knew what they’re always being so secretive about. But giving it a second thought, maybe she doesn’t wanna know. It’s all the same to her now though.

The movie on the telly doesn’t seem to distract her anymore, not from her thoughts which are taking over her mind the more time she spends in Harry’s home. And to add to that, the second she steps back into the room with a bowl of popcorn the boys go silent. It makes her feel awful…left out, but she’s sure they don’t mean to do it. She should be thankful right? At least they’re nice enough not to talk about Harry’s girl in front of her, or maybe that’s just something she wants to believe.

“Oh popcorn.” Niall’s first to reach out and grab a handful before she’s even had the chance to get to her seat next to Harry.

“Thanks, love.” Harry whispers, kissing her cheek the second she sits down.

She notices out of the corner of her eye how Louis smirks and nods his head when Harry wraps his arm around her shoulder. What’s so funny??

The moment Harry presses another kiss to the top of her head is the moment she realises she’s had enough. It’s the moment she realises she can’t keep pretending and letting herself fall even more. Not after what Liam said.

“I have to go. It’s getting pretty late.” This catches everyone off guard, especially Harry.

When she stands up to leave, his fingers around her wrist are quick to make her stop and have her look down at him, still sat on the sofa. “Wha’ do ye’ mean? Ye’ always spend the night, poppet.”

His brows are furrowed now, grip tight on her wrist, fearing that if he loosens it she might just slip away.

Of course they can’t ignore the other people in the room though, so when Y/N’s eyes avert to the boys, Harry is quick to stand up and lead them away.

“Everythin’ a'right?” His eyes scan hers for answers, his hand now cupping her neck, thumb rubbing soothingly at her jaw.

The cool of his rings on her skin keep her at ease. But the uncertainty in her eyes has Harry feeling all types of useless.

“Tell me wha’s wrong, little one. Wha’ can I do to make ye’ feel better?”

And those words would have made no sense if it wasn’t for the sudden feeling of Harry wiping away a stray tear she didn’t notice she’d shed.

She can’t. She can’t break down. Not in front of him. What can she say for him to let her go??

“Nothing’s wrong, Harry.”

But she’s sure he doesn’t believe her, not one bit. He knows her too well.

And she can tell he’s about to say something else, and she knows if she lets him, she’s sure to fall back into whatever they have.

“I’ve really got to go. I’ve got a date in an hour and I have to go get ready.”

As much bullshit of an excuse as that is, Harry’s grip on her wrist loosens, and the hand on her neck falls.

And she takes the opportunity to slip out the door.

Whipped…friends?? Or.. (Part Two)

[groupthinker]

my girl so dam artsy im boutta embroider all of our sexts on to one of those fabric tambourines

[hotsauceharry]

those romcom lead vibes…