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It’s Been YEARS

Literally. 

Hello beautiful! 

It’s been quite a long time since I have been on here. However, you all have been on my mind a lot lately. Twenty-twenty definitely brought a lot of reflection. I hope you all are doing well, and life has been kind to you. I miss you and love you. This page has brought me so many positive memories over the years, and that’s all because of you.

All my love,

Callie 

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Hi my name is Gabi short for Gabriella and I was wondering if you could make me a story with Louis Tomlinson

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Request for Gabi - Reconnecting

“Get in here, it's freezing,” insists the man that is opening the door for you. You smile and quickly walk into the cafe to get out of the cold. You bring your hood down from your coat and begin removing your gloves. Thank goodness for the warmth. You find a seat to claim at an empty table before going up to the counter to order something for lunch. After putting in your order, you take a seat at the table you had sat your things at and do what you can to relax. This was going to have to be a quick lunch break; you had so much to get done back at the office. “Gabi,” the barista calls out and you get up to get your food. “Gabi?” You hear from behind you. You turn around with your lunch in hand and see a very familiar face. “Louis!” You say in astonishment, not at all expecting to see him in this tiny cafe. “Please, come sit,” you insist as you bring everything back to your table. You sit everything down and extend your arms, embracing Louis in a hug; it had been so long since you had seen one another. “How has everything been?” You ask, completely forgetting about the food in front of you, or the fact that you are on a time schedule. “Oh, who am I kidding, everything's been going great for you,” you say before giving him time to answer. “Yeah, it's been pretty good,” Louis responds with a laugh. “Do you mind if I have my lunch with you?” He asks, as he hears his name being called in the background. “No, not at all,” you respond as you make more room for him at the table. He smiles as he gets up to go get his food. “So tell me about what you've been doing,” Louis requests as he sits back down. “Work,” you respond, with not as much enthusiasm as once before. “Oh, not a good subject?” He questions as he takes a massive bite from his sandwich. “It's just tiring at the moment. We're about to start a new year and everyone is expecting me to go non-stop.” He nods, understanding your dilemma. “The next time you get a break, you should come to the house.” His invite is steep. You haven't been over to his place in years, much longer than you could ever even remember. “I mean that,” he continues, noticing your mind wandering. You look up at him and smile. He is still just as genuine as he always has been. “I know you do,” you assure him.

Callie

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why did you disappear again:(

Life.

It’s been very difficult over the last few months. A lot of changes that I didn’t think I would have to make and when I did I didn’t think I would be able to handle them. I’m on my way to getting better, and stronger, though.

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Hey,can you do one for me?My name I Jéssica(can call me Jessie) and i would love one with harry.Maybe about a first date or first time meeting him...

Sure thing! It’s up now! xx

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I want one! My name is Ariana 👀 and with Harry, please? ✨

It’s been posted! xx

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Request for Jessie - Not Standard Procedure

“You've got a fitting coming in at any time,” your supervisor acknowledges. You nod your head and make your way to the back to get your measuring kit and notepad. You aren't the biggest fan of how she runs the place. Being put on the spot to design a custom suit for someone you hadn't had a chance to sit down and get to know was always nerve-racking. “It makes you better,” she always assured you, “keeps you creative.” You take your things to one of the private rooms to set up. “I'll be in three,” you announce to the rest of the staff. You begin to get everything settled in, being sure that the aesthetic of the room is pleasing. “It's all about the experience,” you remember from your training days. You're laying everything out on the table beside the large freestanding mirror when the door opens. “Uh, hi,” you hear with a slight knock. You turn around to face the door and your brows immediately rise. “Oh.” You close your eyes for a moment to turn your work self back on. “Hi, yes, please come in.” You extend your hand, “Jessie.” “Harry.” Of course he was. “Please, have a seat,” you invite, holding your hand out towards the seating area. “You have so many options,” he remarks, looking around the room at all of the fabric samples hanging around the large space. “Yes, and we're going to figure out which one matches you best.” You begin with the basic questions: Where will he wear this suit? Will this be a one-wear suit? What message does he want to provoke with the look? How does he want to feel in the suit? “So tell me about your week,” you say to him, as you would any customer, before getting up and making your rounds to collect samples for him. It's another 'standard procedure' to make sure that “the customer always knows this experience is all about them.” “It's been crazy. I've been all over the place. This is actually the first time in a while that I've actually had time to myself.” You turn from making your selections, feeling sorry for him. He considers this time to himself, yet here you are alongside him. “I'm sorry to hear that.” “Oh, it's fine. I'm used to it.” It's at this point you would usually ask him what he does for a living. But since you obviously already know that answer and know that more than likely he would like to steer as far away from work talk as possible, you go a different direction with your question: “I'm trying to choose the centerpieces for my best friend's wedding, do you think I could get your opinion?” A bright smile comes across his face. “I love weddings.” You put the fabric samples down on the table, and pull your phone out. “I'm the Maid of Honor, lucky me, and she's asked me to decorate for all of it.” “She must trust your opinion very much,” Harry replies. “An extra responsibility with this job, I suppose.” You hand him your phone, showing him the options you have come up with. “Is this everything?” He questions, moving past centerpieces and onto table runners and flower arrangements. You nod, “It's everything I have been able to come up with so far.” As he looks over your ideas you get back to your job. “You did all of this in an app or what?” “Yeah, basically, it gives you individual elements and you select designs and colors and then place them wherever.” He continues to scroll through your creative mind as you begin matching suit patters and linings that you believe will match Harry's personality. “These are so good, I can see why your friend has trusted you in this. I'm not sure I can choose which one is best.” You smile at his polite words and take a seat in the chair beside him. “That's fine, why don't we take a look at what I've come up with for this suit.” You direct him over towards the displays you've put together. “Wow,” he remarks in astonishment. “I want them all.” You can't help but laugh, he's really laying it on now. “Well let's see which one works best for the situation.” He turns to you, “No, I really want them all.” Your eyes grow wide. “Oh, um, okay.” Obviously money isn't an issue for him so you shouldn't have been too surprised. “I just love it all.” “Well let's get you fitted and we will get them started.”

Callie

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Request for Ariana - Playful for Paparazzi

'Landed x' the text message reads, and you smile. He's spent most of the year traveling around the world, but he was finally now able to make time for you. Not that he had to, you were just friends, but you had gotten spoiled at the beginning of the break when he was able to constantly crash at your house. 'Outside waiting', you reply, not wanting to deal with the masses inside of LAX. That, and of course the large amount of photographers hanging out five feet from your car. They hadn't recognized you yet, so they didn't know Harry would be walking your way. After several minutes had passed without a phone notification, you notice the rustling of the photographers outside; Harry was on his way. You unlock your car as you see him emerge from the sliding doors of the airport. He's got a smile on his face as he stops for the lucky few fans that had found themselves in the right place at the right time. He gets through them quickly, you've always known him to be good at that. He opens the trunk of your car and drops his things in before walking to the passenger side and getting in. The photographers automatically swarm your vehicle. “How are you?” Harry asks, ignoring the commotion outside. “Fine,” you say with a smile, admittedly getting lost in his features. He reaches for your hand, pulling it from the wheel, pressing a kiss to the top before returning it. “What are you doing?” You laugh, he never showed you physical affection, that is, in front of cameras. “I missed you,” he replies. “Yeah, yeah,” you scoff, rolling your eyes with a smile. He's in one of his playful moods. If you don't get away from these photographer's soon, you're going to be the topic of ever celebrity news outlet in the world. You put the car in drive and slowly pull out from the pick-up lane, the last thing you need on top trending worldwide because of Harry, is to be trending worldwide for running over the paparazzi.

Callie

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Request for Vanessa - Late Late Show

“Great job guys,” you say to the rest of your band as you step from behind the microphone. “See you all back here in two hours.” You take a drink from your water bottle, and make your way back to the dressing room. You had been ecstatic to receive an invitation to the Late Late Show, it was blowing up so the exposure you were going to get from this performance was going to boost your band significantly. You open the door to your dressing room and notice it isn't as empty as you had left it. “Oh, I'm sorry, I promise I didn't touch anything.” Your eyes were wide, your mouth probably a little too open. “It's fine,” you stutter. You had heard that there would be a possibility of this, of Harry Styles walking the halls backstage. This wasn't the hallway, though. “I watched you rehearse, you all are very talented.” Your eyes are still wide, and all you can do is smile in response. “I hope that's okay?” Oh, lord, he officially thinks you're crazy. “Yeah, that's fine. It's so cool like you liked it.” “I really didn't mean to intrude, I was just stopping by to leave you a note about the band.” “You definitely aren't intruding. Please, stay as long as you like.” Your offer was welcomed by a smile. “I would like to pick your brain a bit about where you got some of those ideas from, the ones that are on the album.” “You've listened to the album?” It's happening again, you embarrassing yourself, that is. “Yeah, I love it,” he replies. “How?” You ask out loud, not meaning to actually speak. “It's really good. How could I not?” “I don't know. I guess I just didn't think you were into that kind of music.” He nods in understanding. “I'm into lots of kinds of music,” he assures you. You smile and he returns with his own. “Well, please, have a seat.” For the next hour and a half you allow a super-star artist, one you have looked up to for years, to pick your brain about your songs.  With every answer you give him, a secret of yours goes along with it. You trust him, though. Even though you just met him, you know your secrets about song writing and experiences are safe with him. A knock at the door comes and that's when you know it's time to head to the stage. “Now I'm nervous,” you admit, grabbing your water and heading to the door, Harry behind you. “Don't be nervous, there aren't that many people out there,” he assures you, opening the door for you as you make your way into the hallway. “Are you going to stick around?” You question. “If you want, of course I'll be around to watch.” You smile at the response, it's exactly what you wanted. After getting the time to talk to him and finally getting over your nerves around him, he was the perfect asset to your performance. As James introduces you and the band, you search the area for the familiar face you had just connected with. It wasn't long before the smiling face met yours. Everyone else disappeared from the room, you were only singing to Harry.

Callie

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Weekend Requests

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Be sure to leave your name and who you want, storyline is optional.

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have you figured out a writing schedule or are you just going with the flow😂😂?

Just going with the flow. Depending on my life schedule, I’ll be asking for requests on the weekends until I get back in the swing of writing actual preferences. xx

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Holy WOW! I think I’ve watched this 500 times already. It’s SO good!

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hi love!! can I request a harry imagine? my name is Vivian :) thank you!!

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Request for Vivian - No Matter How Much Time

It was early. It was too early for your phone to be going off. You roll over, pulling the sheets with you, reaching out to ignore whoever this was interrupting your sleep. Your eyes squint from the brightness but as your vision clears you see a not so familiar name. Immediate confusion comes over you but you decide to answer the phone. “Hello,” you greet, trying not to sound like you had just woken up from a deep sleep. “It's too early to be calling, isn't it?” The voice on the other line questions. “It's fine, what's up?” You reply, knowing there had to be a need in order for this call to be taking place. “You're still living by the airport, right?” And there it is. “Harry,” you begin, that unfamiliar name coming back to you. You hadn't talked to him in months. So many months in fact, it had probably been closer to a year. “I'm asking too much, aren't I?” “No, let me wake up a bit more and get dressed.” No matter how much time had passed, you'd still do anything for this guy on the other line. There was once a time when the two of you were inseparable, staying at each other's places while in town. Or in your case, staying at Harry's place when he flew you to London to be with him. It was more then just friendship, it had been companionship. Then he had gotten busy, much more busier than his One Direction days. At least in those days he was easy to track down. After the split, you had no idea where he was and the occasional call from the airport only indicated he was in town for a minimal amount of time. You were sure that this time would be no different. Nevertheless, you hung up the phone and got out of bed. It was an ungodly hour, but you had somewhere to be. You pull your hair up after slipping on a shirt. You'll keep your bottoms on, no one will see them anyways. You widely yawn as you grab your keys off of the dresser and head towards the door. Your phone buzzes in your hand as soon as you fasten your seatbelt. 'Thank you again xx'. 'You owe me,' you reply before setting your phone in the passenger seat and pulling out of the driveway. It was a curse sometimes to live so close to the airport. You were always the one who hosted any friend who needed to fly out and didn't want to have to wake up so early to get there. You soon pull up to the bustling international arrivals automatic doors. No matter what time of the day or night it was, LAX was a madhouse. It isn't very long after you arrive in the pick-up lane that multitudes of flashing lights start up. He's coming. You begin preparing yourself for this greeting. You hadn't seen or heard from him in so long you weren't sure how things were going to go. As soon as your head is fully swirling with thoughts, Harry steps out from the airport. He's heading your way without any indication from you as to where you are. It's strange how he knows these things. He opens up the hatch to put his luggage in as the paps continue taking pictures, ones that you are now in. There goes a whole week of gossip. You couldn't get past it when you were around him. You hear the hatch shut and see Harry through the passenger side mirror walking around to take his seat. “Morning,” he says with a smile, taking your hand from the armrest and pressing a kiss to the top; a gesture caught on camera by all of the grown men outside of your car. “Yeah, morning,” you reply sarcastically. “Listen, I'm sorry about the hour and I'm sorry about calling you at such short notice. I just didn't want another hotel.” “A hotel in LA, since when do you stay in a hotel here?” “Well I sold my place here,” he explains. “Yeah, but what about all of the people that you know?” “You mean you?” He counters with a smile. You roll your eyes and get back on the road to home. “How long is this say going to be?” You question as you pull back into your driveway, less than an hour after leaving it. “I'm not sure yet,” he answers. “Oh.” “Was that not the right answer? Did you not want me to stay?” “Of course you can stay,” you tell him as you open the door and get the lights turned on. You set your keys on the table by the door. “You remember where everything is?” You ask him. “Bedroom, second door on the right.” By the smirk on his face, he never forgot. “How could I forget?” He questions as he makes his way down the hall. “Are you coming?” He continues, stopping in front of your bedroom and smiling over at you. “We're going back to sleep?” You ask, turning the overhead lights off and using your phone light to guide you; only a reminder that the sun still hadn't shown itself. “Yes, I've interrupted your sleep once, I'm not going to do it again. Back to bed,” he insists, opening his arm out into your bedroom. You shake your head and smile. You cross the floor, pulling your shirt over your head to reveal your exposed chest. You stop. What had you just done? Yes, this is how he is used to you sleeping, but that was forever ago. You quickly cover up with your arms. “Are you coming?” Harry questions as if no time had passed since the last time he was pulling down the sheets on your bed. You watch as he sits down to take his shoes off, one by one, kicking them over against the wall. He then removes the black pants and shirt he had worn on the plane, leaving him in his usual sleeping attire. “Sleep,” he says, crawling into the same side of the bed he always had. Seeing how comfortable he already was with his surroundings, you put your arms down and make your way over to bed. Not much had changed between you, no matter how much time had passed.

Callie 

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REQUESTS!

Send your weekend requests in! Remember, I need you name, and who you want it with. Sending a storyline is up to you. 

Callie 

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ok but wouldn't it be great if you did a soundtrack series for harrys album

Ohhh, what an idea that is!! Let me think on it. xx

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what i love most about your preferences is that you take the same prompt and write it in 4 amazingly written completely different scenarios and thats just pure talent me friend bravo

Ah! So sweet!! Creative writing is one of my greatest passions and to be able to share it with the most wonderful people who appreciate it makes me never want to stop. Thank you so much for your amazingly kind words. xx