◤ ✕° ○┋YOU TALK LIKE A BOOK.

the way he covers space is insane — imagine if MICK JAGGER had the warm and benign heart of paul mccartney, cast under a magic spell by STEVIE NICKS, and you're about halfway there. every LIMB of his body is an instrument. he uses his ARMS, his legs, his style and his SIDESTEP. he's in a POP-STAR zone where he can seem totally [self-adoring] and [cosmically] benevolent at once.

[ofharry]

,

[adorablelies]

Should’ve been a one night stand But here we go again….

[ofharry]

TEXT: RYDER M.

RYDER: Always was obvious.

RYDER: I don't take warnings with a grain of salt.

RYDER: Sure, okay we don't have to talk about 2017 my chemical romance anymore. She's safely asleep.

HARRY: That's good to know actually. Useful information

HARRY: I apologise. I misjudged you. You were more helpful than I thought you would be.

HARRY: As for Payton, I hope she wakes soon.

[ofharry]

TEXT: RYDER M.

RYDER: Right and I don't have a thing for Valeria.

RYDER: get the fuck outta here.

RYDER: Hard way? You issuing threats.

RYDER: Now I know this isn't styles. He doesn't have the balls.

HARRY: ? I think it is pretty obvious you have feelings for Ms Clark of some nature. That, however, has nothing to do with my lack of romantic affection for Payton

HARRY: It's not a threat. It's a warning.

HARRY: I will not be doing anything to you.

[ofharry]

TEXT: RYDER M.

RYDER: nah nah hold up

RYDER: Two weeks ago you were bitching about atlas being too young for payton and being salty probably because you had a thing for her or something and now atlas is a good choice?

RYDER: Who is this?

RYDER: You won't get shit.

HARRY: I've gained perspective you know? He is a bit young, but if he cares for her as much as he seems to, what business is it of mine

HARRY: I do not have a 'thing' for Payton

HARRY: That's almost as ridiculous as me continuing to have a thing for Louis. It's been years, I cheated on him more times than I can count and I still thought I loved him. Funny

HARRY: Harry Styles?

HARRY: Then we have a problem. Like I said, I don't want to do this the hard way.

[ofharry]

TEXT: RYDER M.

RYDER: You should be. "Best friend" in a coma and all. No wonder she chose Atlas.

RYDER: Request? Control? Tools? wtf.

RYDER: Valeria is a private person. No one knows what she doesn't tell them herself.

RYDER: You're being fucking weird.

HARRY: Atlas is a nice boy. I can see why Valeria chose him, too.

HARRY: Sorry. I keep forgetting you would not really understand when you're like this

HARRY: But I do. She told me things, too.

HARRY: Sorry. This conversation can end as soon as I have your word you'll stop interfering.

[ofharry]

TEXT: RYDER M.

RYDER: you talk like this is a business transaction

RYDER: i don't take orders from pop stars

RYDER: you don't dictate what is best for her and if you knew valeria than you would know that

HARRY: I am sorry I'm not as emotional as you are at the moment.

HARRY: It wasn't an order, it was a request. I don't have the right tools to control you, but I would not like to take the hard way.

HARRY: You don't know her either though, do you? In fact, I'm sure I know more than you at the moment.

[ofharry]

TEXT: RYDER M.

RYDER: did she?

RYDER: i don't beat up my significant others, so i'm afraid you're a shittier person than me.

RYDER: nor do i leave family behind

RYDER: you want pity, text stephanie or someone else.

HARRY: I do not want pity. Allow me to be transparent

HARRY: I need you to stop interfering with Valeria.

HARRY: It's for the best. That is all. Once you agree, this conversation can end.

[ofharry]

TEXT: RYDER M.

RYDER: I hope she will be mad for the foreseeable future but I know she's smart enough to not go for you.

HARRY: She chewed me out for calling you an asshole / bad person. I just want to placate her, as it is very important we meet

HARRY: Smart enough, but she seems to like you and you're an even worse choice than I am ... given everything

[ofharry]

TEXT: RYDER M.

HARRY: Hello, Ryder.

HARRY: I apologise for badmouthing you considerably. This might make both of us feel awkward but I'd rather not have Valeria mad at me for the unforeseeable future.

[ofharry]

hi everyone

sorry for my sudden disappearance i feel really bad about it but um

i’ve been going through a lot lately there was a death in my family i don’t want to go into too many details it’s still too raw to talk about but um i’ll try my best to come back within the week i’m really sorry (again) i’ve just been really ... idk 

[austinlukah-deactivated20180920]

Austin jogged out toward the front of his apartment block, tugging a ten out of his pocket to hand to the removalist who was handling his belongings. “ Careful with that painting, ” he warned gruffly. It was from his mother. Or at least he thought it was. There wasn’t much he knew about her. He watched as the rest of his things were unloaded and spotting one of his guitars, he retrieved it immediately. Tugging it onto his back, he looked up making eye contact with someone in the apartment lobby. He couldn’t tell if they were familiar or not; he’d seen too many new and old faces the past week that everyone was merging into one. He was never good with faces. Or names. Which probably wasn’t very good given the amount of networking he had to do in his career. Then again, Austin wasn’t very good at anything apart from stringing four chords into a song. He locked eyes with the person for a second, before pacing toward the elevator and jabbing at the up button several times out of pure impatience.

[ofharry]

Stealth was something hardly ever offered to him. Truthfully, irrespective of what he wore, people recognised him right off the bat. This morning, however, he stepped out to a rare sight. Empty streets, no camera lenses behind bushes and no staring pedestrians as far as his eye could see. He didn’t dwell on the confusion he felt too much. There was a visit he had to make and before now, he was too concerned about the publicity it would bring that person were he just to show up at their apartment. So, he wasted no time in returning for his motorcycle, gearing up and driving over to the apartment building in which Sarah lived. Memories were beginning to return to him but not in their entirety. His sobered brain received pieces, fragments, torn bits of cloth that he spent his time attempting to reassemble to no avail. Two weeks ago he remembered Sarah, a friend of his and Louis’s - or something. He remembered laughter, dewy blue eyes that were overjoyed as they filled with moisture and Sarah’s embarrassed little laugh. He remembered her and he remembered the overwhelming happiness that was flooding his chest at the time, but what he didn’t remember - couldn’t remember - was the why. The what of the memory. The context. It had been nagging at his brain so strongly that the itch to see her and talk to her got too strong. 

Pulling his grey beanie over his chestnut curls, he walked into the lobby. He stuffed his large hands into the pockets of his jacket and made straight for the elevator. He locked eyes with someone else in the lobby for a moment and struggled to make sense of his facial expression, his eyebrows knitting together in focus. When he fell into step with the other male, he jutted his chin toward the elevator’s call button. “You know, that doesn’t make it go any faster - or like, do anything really.” Except annoy the person standing next to you went unsaid.

[auroramelody]

Since her accident, Aurora hadn’t had a single moment where she wasn’t in pain. Her stomach was still causing so much agony, despite all the medication she was on. Honestly, she couldn’t wait until she could at least get through the day where she didn’t wake up in pain, though she knew even without that, she’d be worried about her ex coming back into her life and carrying out his promise to kill her. She was wheeling herself along the promenade, her two bodyguards walking several feet behind her when her phone fell out of her lap and almost into the path of the passer-bye. “W-Would you mind g-getting that for me, p-please?”

[ofharry]

Without really paying much attention, the brunet lowered himself to the floor just enough to retrieve the cellphone, his eyes only connecting to the sight of a familiar face when he finally looked up. Surprise etched itself onto his features. “Aurora - What?” His green eyes snapped down to the chair she was seated on and then back to her wide, fidgety irises. “What happened?”

[xwes]

wesley held on tightly to the leash of his black labrador, eyeglasses pressed against the bridge of his nose. he had defiantly had too many drinks at stan’s birthday party or shall he say blind al’s birthday party? the many shots of fireball and the finished bottle of bourbon left him with a piercing migraine and a hangover for the ages. he looked in your direction and groaned, ❝for the love of bill gates, this thing is adorable,❞ he motioned toward his pet. 

[ofharry]

The sight of displeasure that crossed Wesley’s features whenever their eyes met was nothing new. It was familiar in a way that things seldom were anymore. A part of him still felt that stab of bitterness and envy to think that this man, this hateful, rude and vulgar person had all the things Harry desired the most. It still stung slightly, but the wound had healed and scabbed over so that’s all it was. A sting. Nothing less and nothing more. “That is a beautiful dog, yes,” He conceded, his tongue feeling thick against his teeth as he forced civility into his tone. “Sorry to come over to you like this, but I’m a little lost and I figured if anyone was going to have the downright criminal know-how it would be...well. There’s something I need to know about someone. Something...that might require like, illegal methods, um,” His cheeks flushed red. “Laugh it up, but it’s really important. Do you - Do you know anyone I can ask or like pay to do that for me? It’s not exactly something I can ask my PA, you know?.”

[ofharry]

TEXT || OPEN

ALASKA: Someone bet me that I wouldn't ask you out on a date

ALASKA: And that probably sounds really bad like the start of one of those fanfics written on tumblr that I used to read BUT to be fair, it's not the only reason I'm asking you out!!

ALASKA: I just think we could have a lot of fun together

ALASKA: So, are you in?

ALASKA: Please say yes. I'll bring you flowers.

HARRY: it kind of does uh like are you sure that this isn't a whole ruse to get me to go on a date with you and turn me into prom queen ?

HARRY: is this Freddie prince Jr?

HARRY: if so, yes.

[ofharry]

. imessage // harry.

HANNAH: there's a sale on all homeware and appliances at saks

HANNAH: i think i just had a tiny orgasm

harry: if it's a tiny one you must not be that excited

[ofharry]

stfustass:

“That feels safe.” she assured. Fidgeting with the lighter, she figured she might as well take use of it and got out the pack of cigarettes from her bag. “Do you want one?” she wondered with a cigarette already between her teeth. 

A surprised look flickered in the moss green of his eyes before he shook his head, his lips quirking into a thin, dimpled smile. “That’s alright. I don’t smoke,” He denied before adding, “So, how have you been? It’s been a while.”