summary: harry shares his beauty secrets with vogue but he needs a little help
"Hi, I'm Harry, and today I'm going to be sharing my beauty secrets with all of you lovely, lovely people."
He was a bit nervous to be filming a video like this. Normally there were more people around, but now it was just him, his camera, and a bathroom mirror, and the long line of products you set up for him before you left the house. Harry didn't use to have much in terms of a routine, not enough to film this kind of video, anyway. But after a few months of just knowing you, he had enough products to fill up all the shelves in his bathroom.
"Um, so I start with this. I have dry skin from traveling all the time, and my girlfriend says it's good for dry skin, so," he said with a shrug, holding up his cleanser for the camera, pumping a little into his hand, and rubbing it into his skin.
Harry tried to talk while washing his face, but he got some of the cleansing foam in his mouth and immediately had to stop the recording so he could spit it out and rinse his mouth. Terribly embarrassed, he took a couple seconds to collect himself before turning the recording back on.
"Next I use a toner, also picked out for me by my girlfriend. It has, erm, salicylic acid and is an exfoliator. Whoa, try saying that five times fast."
He put it on, looking down at the small list of prompts he'd been given to talk as he filmed the video. Minus the cleanser mishap, things went pretty smooth. Harry went over all the things he used, and when he got to his Pleasing products, he talked in-depth about the brand—why he decided to create the brand in the first place, what the two different serums and the Pleasing Pen did, and why he came out with those first.
"All of this is supposed to give me a 'glow from within,' as promised by my missus, but I'll let you decide," Harry said, moving his face from side to side so the bathroom lights would catch on his cheekbones.
When he finished his skincare, it was time to move onto makeup, which made him pause. It technically wasn't a lot, and he could definitely do it himself, but he'd become so accustomed to you doing it, he didn't like it any other way.
"Excuse me one moment," he said, then pulled out his phone and dialed your number, putting it on speaker.
"Hi, baby. Finished already?" you asked, picking up after the first couple rings.
"Uh...No. I need your help," Harry admitted, turning slightly away from the camera when he felt his cheeks heat up.
"H, I told you I didn't—"
"I'll make it up to you, I promise. Pleaseee."
Harry kept saying please until you eventually relented. "Fine, I'll be back in ten minutes."
"Thank you. I love you so very much."
"Love you too. See you in a bit."
Stopping the recording, he waited for you to come back home. You'd stepped out to run some errands—re-stocking your personal and professional kit, getting groceries for dinner later tonight.
Instead of doing those things, you drove home. Walking up the stairs, you walked into yours and Harry's shared bedroom, knocking on the door of the bathroom before opening it. You found Harry leaning over and starting the recording up again.
"Just in time!" he said, grinning at you as he sat back down again.
He tugged on your hand to pull you over to where he was sitting, but you stayed just out of the camera frame. Still, he brought your hand up and kissed the top of it, grinning wide when he saw the corners of your lips turn up.
"Okay, where did you leave off?" you asked, going over to the sink to wash your hands.
"I just need moisturizer and sunscreen and I'm good to go."
You looked at him from behind the camera, but he just continued to smile at you. Harry was more than capable of applying that stuff himself, but he preferred when you did it for him. Making your way back over to him, you picked up his moisturizer and got started.
"So, I know most people like to use primer before makeup, but since H doesn't wear very much, I typically just use a good moisturizer. This one is the Embryolisse face cream, and I get a good amount on my fingertips and really work it in. I should mention that this is definitely a one person job, but he's a diva, so here we are."
Harry had been smiling faintly with his eyes closed as you massaged his face up until that point. "Hey."
Pretending like you heard nothing, you continued. "After that, I put on sunscreen, and I typically don't use anything under SPF 30. And once that's all rubbed in, he's ready for a little makeup."
You smoothed his hair back a little as you finished blending everything in, massaging around his temples the way you knew he liked a little extra attention, and almost as if on cue, he mumbled, "Feels nice."
You gave him a couple more seconds to enjoy the pads of your fingers against his temples, but you eventually had to move on, worried that this video could go on forever.
"Okay, so H has some small dark circles that he likes covered up when he's on stage, but they're usually not severe enough to warrant color corrector, so I just go in with a little bit of the Nars pot concealer right here," you said, tapping it under his eyes. "And if he's got a couple breakouts, I'll cover those up to, but I must say, you're looking quite flawless today."
The corner of his mouth tipped up into a crooked little grin. "It's all thanks to you."
Harry was a very charming person by nature, but there had to be something in the air, because he was being extra sweet with you today. It was too cute to make note of, though, so you just smiled at him and told him to blend in his concealer while you cleaned up a little.
When he was all done, you picked up the next item. "Sometimes if he's looking a little pale, I'll put on just the tiniest bit of cream bronzer. Nothing too intense, but just enough to bring some color to the face, and I put it on his cheeks here, his temples, and a little by his hairline. Anywhere the sun would normally hit the face, and I blend that in with a sponge."
You worked and explained, trying to ignore the dreamy look in Harry's eyes as he watched you so you could focus. "Like it so far?"
"Mmhm. Positively sunkissed."
"
Blending a little more with your sponge, you said, "He's pretty easy as far as clients go, very low maintenance. But he loves being taken care of. Face rollers and masks after a show are a must to help him wind down."
He said it so quietly, but the camera's microphone was just able to pick it up. "Best part of my night is getting ready for bed with you."
You held in the urge to kiss him, but it wasn't easy. Obviously, people knew Harry Styles had a girlfriend, but you kept a low profile and weren't often photographed with him in order to maintain a small modicum of anonymity. It had worked so far, though you wondered if after this video one of his fans would be able to track you down with just your voice and hands.
Shaking those thoughts away, you focused on the video again. "And then to wrap it up, he wears a lip balm, and since he's a bougie bitch, he goes for the Tatcha lip jelly, but I won't hold that against him because it's really great lip product."
"I feel as though I should point out that she's not usually this feisty. She's putting on a show for the camera," Harry said, a mocking frown on his face.
He let you put his lip balm on for him, puckering his lips so he could give you a tiny kiss on the tip of your finger, which made you very thankful that you couldn't be seen on camera because you were now a blushy mess. Once he was all set, you continued.
"I normally don't set H's face with any powders or anything because he doesn't really need it. The most I'll do is remind him to put this on throughout the day. It's a mineral powder with SPF in it, which should keep his skin from burning throughout the day. And...that's pretty much it. Pretty simple, but very effective."
"I look ready for date night," he said, looking at himself in the mirror.
"Yeah? I'd say you look quite handsome too. I'd definitely take you out on a date."
With the pads of your fingers, you gingerly tilted his chin from side to side so that the camera could see the finished result. Harry kept going after you let go, though, holding his chin in his hands and posing while you put some of his things away.
"It is quite minimal," he said, agreeing with your previous statement. "Should've asked her to do this instead. My girl's an artist."
You smiled to yourself, half listening to Harry as you cleaned up. "You know, I didn't know much about makeup until I met her. And then suddenly I knew everything. Like, there was this one time where she was watching this movie, and she freaked out because a guy took off a girl's fake eye lashes. Now I know never to touch a woman's false lashes lest I want my hand cut off."
You'd been letting your boyfriend ramble to the camera about this and that, clearly not as nervous about the whole thing as he had been when you left him earlier today. And while you'd been trying not to laugh too loud, you couldn't hold it in after his last anecdote. It wasn't so much the story itself, but the way he described his feelings about it at the end.
The story was true, of course. Harry had been downstairs on the phone while you watched a movie in his bed. You'd already written it off as a terrible film after the first ten minutes, but you decided to see it through, only to gasp in horror when you saw the leading man remove the leading lady's false lashes.
You came back over to him, still laughing but trying to get ahold of yourself. "That's true, you're definitely right about that, but...you know I don't use those right? I have eyelash extensions."
Harry, who had been laughing right along with you, sobered up pretty quickly. "You have what?"
Smiling at his utter confusion, you said, "Baby, how long have we been together? I've never taken them off. Their extensions. Like hair extensions...but for eyelashes."
You were not blessed in the long, voluminous lash department and had started getting lash extensions years ago, long before you met Harry. Granted, they were very natural looking, but he'd watched you put your makeup on hundreds of times, and not once had you stuck on a pair of fake lashes.
"This...This is madness. Come here." Harry stood up from his seat and held your face in his hands so he could get a better look. You were practically nose to nose, but he just kept looking at you very intensely. What he was trying to see, you weren't sure. You had a very excellent lash tech.
"Witchcraft," he mumbled. Moving so he was in front of the camera again, he said, "My girlfriend's a witch."
You shoved his shoulder playfully. "Shut up, you dork!"
You left him shortly after that, but not before he pulled you back over to him so he could kiss your cheek. "Love you!" he called.
"Love you too," you replied over your shoulder. And with that, you left him to finish the video.
Harry did the outro, eager to go now that he knew you were waiting for him. With a final wave he signed off. "Thank you for watching me share my beauty secrets, though it was really just me being pampered by my girlfriend. But what can I say, I'd be lost without her."
She’s Just Not That Into You » A Harry Styles Miniseries
Harry Styles is used to getting what he wants.
It’s always been easy for him - even before he became Harry Styles: Celebrity, the world was at his fingertips, always willing to alter schedules, realign hours of the day, and even part seas for him. Unintentionally, he’d become accustomed to such luxury. All he had to do was smile and make a seemingly effortless joke in order for any gate to open, any stone to be turned…
…that is, until he meets you, a woman who has her head pin-straight on her shoulders, never missing a beat, always strictly business. The last thing you needed was someone like Harry, especially when the first thing he needed was someone like you.
Does Harry always get what Harry wants?
Maybe She’s Just Not That Into You…
» Story Parts:
Part I
Part II
Part III*
Part IV
Part V
Part VI
Part VII (finale)
» Extras:
Incredible Spotify playlist created by the amazing @graceak
Gemma’s friend and coworker meets her famous brother and sparks fly. Will it be smooth sailing from the start? Or will Harry’s fame keep them from falling in love?
𝒮o uh,, here we go again. for real this time. a lot happened with this story and i eventually just felt better keeping it to myself. it took me a long time to even touch it again tbh because i started not liking it at all. but i poured so much of myself into this story like i never have before and i want to share it because i know a lot of you guys can relate to it in one way or another. so here it is, 2 months late 🙈
huge massive thank you to the incredible @youresogolden-h for editing ❤️
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Harry and Y/N are friends…. with benefits, but not the kinds you’re thinking of. Or, a good, old-fashioned, mutual pining, friends to lovers angsty slow burn.
Where Happiness Begins (3/24)
Do It One More Time (3/31)
Drunk to an 80s groove (4/7)
Early Morning Light (4/14)
Deny the Way That You Feel (4/21) *
Don’t Want This Night To End (4/28)
Don’t Change Your Mind (5/5) *
Hurts When I’m Leaving You (5/12)
Pretending (5/19)
Dance in My Living Room (5/26)
All My Love (6/2)
Slave to the Way You Move (6/9 😏)
It’s Only Human (6/16)
Extras
**Chapters will be posted Tuesdays at 12:00 PM PST.**
story warnings: there are mentions of past sexual assault in the chapters denoted with a * above. I will also include specific warnings before each chapter because some scenes may be triggering as there is a common theme of overcoming the past. There is also the basics like drinking and swearing and sexual content!
additional info: this story is technically an OU. Harry is famous in all the same ways, but it doesn’t follow the actual timeline of his career. It takes place in LA when he’s writing Fine Line but all the details of his private life (and some of his professional life) are made up. So don’t think about the storyline following Harry’s real life because I didn’t intend it that way. Also don’t take what I make up about how Harry in the story thinks about fame as true. It is all fiction. I have no idea how Harry actually is in real life so I just wanted to make that distinction.
With you, yes. Has been for a while. You know it, he knows it, anyone with two eyes and some common sense knows it. He knows he’s in love with you.
He thinks he’s in love with you and a baby. The idea of it, that is. He thinks he’s in love with the idea of making you a mother. He might be in love with the concept of you being pregnant, being full of him in that way, it makes his chest get fluttery and tight all at the same time. He’s pretty sure he’s in love with the idea of you having a belly, that grows bigger and bigger each month.
He’s in love with the idea of kids.
It’s not like he’d never considered it, never fell asleep thinking about it. Sure, he’s wondered what your kids would look like, whose personality they’d get it. But it had never been much more than an occasional daydream, a passing thought before something else caught his attention.
Until now, after watching you with your godson during his 1st birthday. Something about seeing you with him on your hip, for almost the entire party, giggling with him and talking in that silly voice that made his knees feel like they were gonna buckle. He’s swooning, drooling, completely obsessed with the idea of starting a family, with you.
Except, you don’t necessarily share the aspiration of parenthood quite like he does.
idk if this gif makes sense, but i feel like it will if you read the story, it just gives me that vibe.
A one shot I cooked up idk, it’s about Harry and a makeup artist on DWD, it’s quite angsty, idk how that happened, it’s also very long, idk how that happened either, maybe i do a part 2, maybe i don’t idk lmk. Feedback is appreciated, not proofread. REBLOGS help writers tremendously and i love reading whatever you write in the tags its my favorite thing!! Love yall and Merry Christmas!
Word Count: 17.7k | Warnings: ENEMIES to LOVERS! swearing, angst!, some anxiety -like self-doubt, yn being mean to harry kind of a lot, i dont remember, nothing too crazy, Nick Kroll?, lots of conversation
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When she pictured herself as a makeup artist in Los Angeles, she hadn’t pictured exactly what she was doing right now.
She had expected doing gorgeous makeup for gorgeous actresses or doing wildly fun stuff like in Euphoria. And because of that she had worked her ass off to get where she was today. She had practiced for hours, worked countless hours for free, and networked to the cows came fucking home.
So why the fuck was she using tattoo-strength concealer to cover up the maybe 60 tattoos some asshole musician turned actor had all over?
👀 do you have an actual list of Harry flirting w men ? are at least two of them Nick ? is one of them when Harry stripped off that techie on stage ? god, the police in NYC ? not Zayn of course as they never spoke.
Ok, let’s have some of my favourite Harry flirting with men when on stage moments:
1. you’re not safe when you have rod stewart hair
2. pouring water as a flirting ritual (it totally worked though)
3. Harry and a hot volleyball player with big hands
4. he’s gonna need more from Steven
5. Hi, Ramón! (this one is a rare case when Harry is being flirted with and he smoothly takes the bait)
6. spotting a handsome silver fox
7. and last but not least, jack from alabama is looking good
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