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@lomholland
y’all go follow unsaidholland on tumblr, bc i’m moving! i made this blog as a secondary blog, but i hate all the limitations :(( i’ll still keep this one active, it just will be dead lols <3 also, thank you to everyone who liked the sweater!! i’ve got a few more imagines/fics in the works currently :)
no way in hell am i passing this up
a student from uni scrolled past this and ended up failing all of his courses, even the ones he thought he passed… not gonna take this chance.
just for luck 😭
Please
Good Luck Pencil pls
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as a one direction stan, this makes my heart so full i-
“this reminded me of you” is my favorite thing to hear
good things will happen 🧿
things that are meant to be will fall into place 🧿
THIS ONE FUCKING WORKS. REBLOG IT.
Okay I reblogged and got into the entrepreneurship program I wanted. This WORKS
genuinely the prettiest person in the world
i literally love him more than words can describe
why did the sweater hurt me so much?? i rarely ever cry from fics, but h o l y s h i t. what the fuck? that shit hurted so hard. ouchie, i’m crying so much lmao. that hit DIFFERENT
@lomholland
thank you so much!!!! dude writing that hurt me so so much, but anyways, i’m glad you liked it <3
i love your writing, would you do something with harry doing funny tiktoks with the reader
hey love! thank you so much, and sorry it’s been so long! i’ve been taking a little break :)
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• he would be so confused
• cause i feel like you’d ask him rather than the other way around
• and he would literally spend ALL day learning the dance you wanted him to because he had no clue how to do it
• both of you crying laughing at his attempts to do it
• he tries to give up a few times but you won’t let him
• and eventually he learns the whole thing
• so you both do it but it’s literally just hilarious
• because the poor boy has no clue what he’s doing
• he does it for u tho
• he would SO use it against you for the rest of the day
• like ‘i did that tiktok with you so now you can make me a tea’
• secretly he really enjoyed it but he isn’t gonna tell you that
the sweater | h.holland
hi! there aren’t enough harry fics so i took matters into my own hands and wrote this bc i’m a simp for him! also, sorry this is sad :/
warnings: none
people associate things with their memories, but harry’s pink sweater was more than just a memory to you. it was the first time that he had said “i love you,” your first kiss, and the first time that you had let your guard down around him. that sweater took a whole lot of your firsts, and it wasn’t going to stop there.
you still had yet to say the three simple words that meant so much to so many people, to harry. you needed to know that those words were used towards a forever relationship, and not a for-the-mean-time relationship. you needed to know that you weren’t just using it towards something the two of you were throwing away.
harry and you were walking home from getting dinner. it was about 7 pm, and the sun was in the midst of setting. you were wearing his sweater, the sweater, and leggings with an old pair of all black converse, while harry was wearing blue skinny jeans and his black sweater that he’d gotten from cherry. that was also one of your favourite sweaters of his to steal, and let’s be real here, he loved seeing you in his clothes.
he had your hand in his, and with your fingers intertwined, he knew that the two of you were going to be forever. at least, he had wanted you to be his forever. he would wait forever for you, for you to be with him, for you to tell him that you love him. he would do anything for you, and the both of you knew that that feeling was mutual.
“did you know, that most people have met the person that they end up marrying now? like at our age?” he asked you. you smiled up at him. he was so fascinated by things like this- he was so fascinated about forever.
“do you think we’re gonna be together forever?” you asked him. you looked down at the ground as you two continued walking, scared to see what his face looked like as he processed the question.
“i know we’re gonna be together forever.”
and for the first time you knew without a doubt that harry holland was going to be yours forever.
•••
the two of you were sat down on the couch next to each other, closer together than the rest of the boys. you were all having a little movie night, now you see me 2 playing on the screen. you were wearing sweatpants and his pink sweater, but harry made you feel gorgeous in it. everyone was paying attention to the movie, and to be honest, you and harry couldn’t care less about it.
he had his arm wrapped around you, your head on his chest, and a blanket draped over the both of you.
everyone loved that the two of you were together, and everyone saw it coming. the two of you seemed as if you were made for each other, as if you were soulmates. you brought out the best in each other, everyone seemed to think. everything that you two did was perfect in others eyes, and in yours, it was more than perfect. he was everything you could’ve asked for and more.
as the two of you sat on the couch that night, the movie playing while he held on to you, you knew in that moment that you were madly in love with him.
•••
a war had started in your basement. the two of you were screaming back and forth, over who knows what. it was impossible for you two to stop, and even though that was all the both of you wanted, you both wanted to be right.
to be honest, neither of you knew how it started or what started it, but it escalated to you both yelling at each other very quickly.
“i. love. you,” he yelled out. was this a ceasefire or was this him surrendering? you froze as he said that. the world all of a sudden stopped, and it was all because of those three words.
“well, are you going to say anything or should i leave now?” he asked. you just stared at him in awe. how could he still love you after you said all of those nasty remarks? how could he not be mad at you? how could he say that so confidently?
harry saw you just staring at him, and he walked towards you, crossing no man’s land until he was standing right in front of you, your bodies just barely touching.
taking your hands in his, he said, “i love the way your face lights up whenever anything exciting happens; i love how when we walk home after walking tessa together you play music, skip ahead at times, and pretend like you’re in a music video; i love the way your hair frames your face; and i love how passionate you are. i love everything about you and more.”
you just looked up at him, your eyes fixed on him in awe.
“i love you too, harry.”
those four words were all that harry ever needed.
•••
two years after your first fight marked the end of you two. you gave each other everything over those two years and four months, but that didn’t seem to matter at this point, now did it?
people change, and things happen. don’t blame this on yourself, you told yourself, but it wasn’t convincing enough. you sat in your room listening to the songs he would sing to you, just lying on your bed wearing that pink sweater and holding onto the bear that harry had won you on a date at the amusement park.
how did you end up here? wasn’t he supposed to be your soulmate? you two were in love, weren’t you? how did you both just fall apart? how could you both just fall apart?
hey, i was wondering when it would be okay for us to exchange our stuff.
harry had texted you, and you were just trying to forget about all of the sadness right now; but how could it be that easy? you loved him, and you weren’t ready to let him go, but you had to remind yourself that things don’t work out all the time.
i guess you can come by mine in a few hours. just let me know when i guess?
you had no idea what to say. this was harder than you thought, you really didn’t wanna give back his sweater. that was all you had left of him, and in a few hours it was all going to be gone.
sounds good, see you around five?
if harry were to come to your house at five, that would give you about four hours to compose yourself and got everything ready; you could do this, right?
four hours pass, and you’re opening your front door. a cardboard box is in harry’s arms, and one’s in yours as well.
“uh- hi.” you said, uncertain of whether or not your voice was going to be able to function. he just stood there looking at the ground before he made eye contact with you.
“hey.” just one word. that was all he said. nothing more, nothing less. at least he acknowledged your presence, right?
there was nothing you wanted to do more than cry, ask what you did wrong, ask what you could do for the two of you to get back together. you wanted to give him one last kiss, one last hug before you two parted ways. you just wanted to hear him say “i love you,” one last time.
the two of you exchanged the boxes, and then he was walking away from your house. one final goodbye with him and the sweater, and one final look at the person who was supposed to be with you forever.
…kinda broken rn this was written beautifully but omg i’m in tearsss
omg thank you!! i’m sorry for making you cry tho🥺
those little things on ur nose aren’t blackheads, don’t try and get rid of them they’re sebaceous filaments and they’re permanent and literally everyone has them
every girl has that little pouch of fat on her lower tummy, despite what magazines try n show u, you have important organs there that need to be protected don’t try and get rid of ur pouch
ur body is smarter than u think and it knows what to do when u eat more than normal. one bad day, or even week, of eating poorly isn’t gonna ruin anything at all I pinky promise
if u think u look good up until u try taking a selfie, it’s not ur fault - our faces are asymmetrical and when u see ur face flipped it will look unnatural to u, since u don’t see it that way when u look in the mirror. to everyone else it looks perfectly fine
no one’s stomach looks the same at 8pm as it does at 8am. no one has a chiseled six pack after a day of eating, not even the super fit people u see on tumblr, because ur stomach naturally expands after eating and expecting to have a flat tummy before bed is very unrealistic
no one notices if the bags under ur eyes are bad today. no one pays attention to the bump in ur nose or the zit on ur chin or the piece of hair that u missed when u were straightening. literally no one notices these things except you so stop worrying about it ur gonna be fine
sometimes u just gotta get over urself
I always read this post as a person with most gentle, soft voice telling me get over myself and honestly it helps me cause it’s not ‘it’s all in your head’ but more like ‘ik you think you have unrealistic expectations to live up to because of the subtext in the mass media but you’re actually pretty dope babe’
Always reblog this!
the sweater | h.holland
hi! there aren’t enough harry fics so i took matters into my own hands and wrote this bc i’m a simp for him! also, sorry this is sad :/
warnings: none
people associate things with their memories, but harry’s pink sweater was more than just a memory to you. it was the first time that he had said "i love you,” your first kiss, and the first time that you had let your guard down around him. that sweater took a whole lot of your firsts, and it wasn't going to stop there.
you still had yet to say the three simple words that meant so much to so many people, to harry. you needed to know that those words were used towards a forever relationship, and not a for-the-mean-time relationship. you needed to know that you weren't just using it towards something the two of you were throwing away.
harry and you were walking home from getting dinner. it was about 7 pm, and the sun was in the midst of setting. you were wearing his sweater, the sweater, and leggings with an old pair of all black converse, while harry was wearing blue skinny jeans and his black sweater that he’d gotten from cherry. that was also one of your favourite sweaters of his to steal, and let's be real here, he loved seeing you in his clothes.
he had your hand in his, and with your fingers intertwined, he knew that the two of you were going to be forever. at least, he had wanted you to be his forever. he would wait forever for you, for you to be with him, for you to tell him that you love him. he would do anything for you, and the both of you knew that that feeling was mutual.
"did you know, that most people have met the person that they end up marrying now? like at our age?" he asked you. you smiled up at him. he was so fascinated by things like this- he was so fascinated about forever.
“do you think we’re gonna be together forever?” you asked him. you looked down at the ground as you two continued walking, scared to see what his face looked like as he processed the question.
“i know we’re gonna be together forever.”
and for the first time you knew without a doubt that harry holland was going to be yours forever.
•••
the two of you were sat down on the couch next to each other, closer together than the rest of the boys. you were all having a little movie night, now you see me 2 playing on the screen. you were wearing sweatpants and his pink sweater, but harry made you feel gorgeous in it. everyone was paying attention to the movie, and to be honest, you and harry couldn't care less about it.
he had his arm wrapped around you, your head on his chest, and a blanket draped over the both of you.
everyone loved that the two of you were together, and everyone saw it coming. the two of you seemed as if you were made for each other, as if you were soulmates. you brought out the best in each other, everyone seemed to think. everything that you two did was perfect in others eyes, and in yours, it was more than perfect. he was everything you could've asked for and more.
as the two of you sat on the couch that night, the movie playing while he held on to you, you knew in that moment that you were madly in love with him.
•••
a war had started in your basement. the two of you were screaming back and forth, over who knows what. it was impossible for you two to stop, and even though that was all the both of you wanted, you both wanted to be right.
to be honest, neither of you knew how it started or what started it, but it escalated to you both yelling at each other very quickly.
"i. love. you," he yelled out. was this a ceasefire or was this him surrendering? you froze as he said that. the world all of a sudden stopped, and it was all because of those three words.
"well, are you going to say anything or should i leave now?" he asked. you just stared at him in awe. how could he still love you after you said all of those nasty remarks? how could he not be mad at you? how could he say that so confidently?
harry saw you just staring at him, and he walked towards you, crossing no man’s land until he was standing right in front of you, your bodies just barely touching.
taking your hands in his, he said, "i love the way your face lights up whenever anything exciting happens; i love how when we walk home after walking tessa together you play music, skip ahead at times, and pretend like you're in a music video; i love the way your hair frames your face; and i love how passionate you are. i love everything about you and more."
you just looked up at him, your eyes fixed on him in awe.
"i love you too, harry."
those four words were all that harry ever needed.
•••
two years after your first fight marked the end of you two. you gave each other everything over those two years and four months, but that didn't seem to matter at this point, now did it?
people change, and things happen. don't blame this on yourself, you told yourself, but it wasn’t convincing enough. you sat in your room listening to the songs he would sing to you, just lying on your bed wearing that pink sweater and holding onto the bear that harry had won you on a date at the amusement park.
how did you end up here? wasn’t he supposed to be your soulmate? you two were in love, weren't you? how did you both just fall apart? how could you both just fall apart?
hey, i was wondering when it would be okay for us to exchange our stuff.
harry had texted you, and you were just trying to forget about all of the sadness right now; but how could it be that easy? you loved him, and you weren't ready to let him go, but you had to remind yourself that things don't work out all the time.
i guess you can come by mine in a few hours. just let me know when i guess?
you had no idea what to say. this was harder than you thought, you really didn't wanna give back his sweater. that was all you had left of him, and in a few hours it was all going to be gone.
sounds good, see you around five?
if harry were to come to your house at five, that would give you about four hours to compose yourself and got everything ready; you could do this, right?
four hours pass, and you're opening your front door. a cardboard box is in harry’s arms, and one's in yours as well.
"uh- hi." you said, uncertain of whether or not your voice was going to be able to function. he just stood there looking at the ground before he made eye contact with you.
"hey." just one word. that was all he said. nothing more, nothing less. at least he acknowledged your presence, right?
there was nothing you wanted to do more than cry, ask what you did wrong, ask what you could do for the two of you to get back together. you wanted to give him one last kiss, one last hug before you two parted ways. you just wanted to hear him say "i love you," one last time.
the two of you exchanged the boxes, and then he was walking away from your house. one final goodbye with him and the sweater, and one final look at the person who was supposed to be with you forever.
someone tell this boy that i love him, harrison is cool too
*I'm speechless*
how is he even real :’)) he’s so cute
sam holland is a blessing to this world and i hope he is the happiest bean reblog if u agree
can you write a blurb about stealing harry’s sweater for the first time?
Of course! Thanks for requesting! I changed it for the pink sweatshirt he likes so much, hope I don’t disappoint and you enjoy it! 💕
I know I’m taking long to write your requests, I’m sorry 🤧, my internet is crap, so it’s like a miracle when it’s working.
You always thought about it. Many couples do it, and how could they not? There is something about men’s perfume that somehow stays on their clothes for an eternity and who doesn’t enjoy the smell of their significant others perfume and scent? You did, you loved it.
Harry is a fan of sweaters, sweatshirts and pull-overs. He has thousands of them and not only do they make him look cute, or really attractive, depending on his outfit choice, they looked cozy and warm. You pictured yourself many times wearing one with nothing else on, other than your underwear of course, and just enjoy the soft fabric, and feel the cutest while wearing something bigger than your own clothes.
Today you were staying at his for the first time. You were planning to see movies that, in his words, will change your perspective on cinematography and the impact of photography, you loved it when he talked like this and how his eyes would light up whenever something related to photography was mentioned. While he was ordering food you were waiting in his room. Your sucked on planning your outfits, all the time forgetting to bring the right jacket, always guessing wrong if it was going to be warm or cold or rainy. Today was no exception so you were freezing your ass off. Nothing but a pair of mom jeans and a simple t-shirt. Harry immediately told you you were going to regret it, being too stubborn you said you were fine.
As you wait for him and listen to his distant voice trying to make the person on the other line understand what the order is and that he doesn’t want to have extra toppings, you spot his pink sweatshirts he enjoys wearing a lot, it’s kind off like his signature swetshirt, resting on his desk chair. You were shivering, your arms cold as ice, your hole body covered in goosebumps. Harry always offered you his jacket when you forgot to bring yours on a date, he didn’t mind, but he would always say, I’m going to get you a proper jacket y/n, because I can’t see you shivering, looking like a puppy, and then I’m the one freezing my ass, to what you would always reply, why don’t you give me one of yours, and he would always say, nah ah, you know how I feel about my sweaters and sweatshirts.
Ok fuck this, you say, trying to give your arms some warmth. He has his another hoodie on, he is going to be fine. As you out the pink hoodie you smile to yourself, it smells like him, the cap smelling just like his curls, a sweet scent of his shampoo. It gives you warm right away, and you feel protected and small, him being taller than you, and well, you didn’t have a man’s figure right?
You keep playing with the soft fabric, bringing your hands covered with the sleeves to your face to keep the scent in. You then feel a couple of arms hugging you from behind.
“New hoodie? Bit saggy for you in’ it?”
You smile and turn, placing your arms around his torso and resting your head on his chest. “Maybe. I got it on a clearance sale, they didn’t had my size.”
“Well that’s too bad. But you look so cute wearing it.”
“Do I?” You ask as you rise your head to face him. Harry is looking down at you, his soft brown eyes staring at yours, a smile on his lips, the little birthmark on the side of his lips standing out, making him look even cuter. You kiss him, a small peck. He kisses you back.
“Smells like other guy tho, anything you have to say about it?”
“Oh come on!” You laugh, breaking the hug and grabbing his hand to move to the living room. Harry follows you. As you start the movie, you begin to feel sleepy, you haven’t eaten yet, so your energy was low and the delivery guy was taking long to arrive.
“I’m going to steal your hoodie. I’m just going to run away with it.” You tell Harry, head resting in his shoulder.
“You are? Stealing is bad. Stealing from your boyfriend is even worse.”
“Yeah, I don’t care, I’m taking this with me. In fact, today I’m sleeping in it.”
Harry is now facing you, his focus on the move lost by now. “Well, not gonna lie, that is something i would like to see.”
You punch him in the arm, smiling to yourself. He is gonna enjoy the view.
“Lucky for you I forgot my pj’s, so...” You give him a mischievous smile. He grabs your chin to kiss you.
“Can’t wait”. Is the last thing he says before continuing the kiss, every passing second making it more deep and passionate.
THIS IS SO CUTE
Good morning to you ☀️
pretty boy🤍
why are you my clarity?
i want everyone to know that i love this boy with my whole heart
