Styling Mr Styles

1D and Harry and stuff M. - London - she/her

[stylingmrstyles]

This whole new Harry experience, and him growing up, might actually force me to write again... Would love to feel inspired again to put together a short fic, or finish one of the many in my drafts. I have like three huge, over 20k fics that I’ve never finished (1x Narry, 1x Lourry, 1x Nessie).

[stylingmrstyles]

It’s so easy to fall back in again when you see them touring.

[stylingmrstyles]

Just here to say that I remember the Sheffiel concert 5 years ago very well. It was WILD. I couldn’t speak for two days after. I miss the crazy, silly boys, and hope they are very happy.

I miss my active days in the fandom, and the London (more like French though) stalker crew shenanigans.

[spice-vanilla-on-hiatus]

Liam’s first impression of the 1D boys

[narrie]

sometimes i'm grateful i'm a narrie and today is one of those times

[magicalrocketships]

Woke up with a fully formed story in my head where Niall’s just like he is now, famous and hanging out on instagram and playing golf and playing guitar and he ALSO assumes he’s straight and then he meets normal Louis at a festival who has also assumed that he’s straight and then they become buddies, except they are buddies who SNEAK LOOKS AT EACH OTHER when they think the other one is looking the other way and also they are buddies who do a lot of clapping each other on the back whilst thinking I WONDER IF I COULD JUST REST MY HAND HERE A LITTLE BIT LONGER WITHOUT ANYONE NOTICING and they are also buddies who secretly think I WONDER IF HE WOULD AGREE TO BE WITH ME FOREVER JUST IN A PLATONIC WAY OBVS HA HA NOTHING TO SEE HERE BUT ALSO WHEN HE SUNBATHES TOPLESS I FEEL LIKE MY INSIDES ARE MELTING etc, anyway this is all one sentence, you’re welcome

[magicalrocketships]

WELL I’m back and quite frankly imagine them planning nights out and talking about HAVING A LAUGH and HAVING A DRINK and ENJOYING THE CRAIC when in reality all they’re doing is thinking, we can touch and have it be okay, and maybe they drink more than they should because they can hold each other up and rest an arm around each other’s waists and talk really close to each other because of the music, and maybe they talk about going to another festival together, like an anniversary of sorts, and they laugh and have a beer and joke about being such great mates and having such a good time together, and doing this again for years and years into the future, and Niall’s supposed to be writing songs for his new album but the only person he can picture when he sings is Louis, but that’s probably because he hasn’t met any new girls in ages, and he should get on that, but not tonight, never tonight, always another night because all he can see is louis 

[magicalrocketships]

Whilst I’m on the subject, imagine one of those hot days where they’re both topless in Niall’s garden, sprawled out on the terrace and Louis’s just noodling around with Niall’s guitar, sneaking glances at him because Niall’s his bro and it’s just normal to feel excited and sort of like his insides have consistently been replaced by a can of shaken up coke, but that’s just because Niall’s famous and at some Louis is going to get used to that and not be as excited but that day is not this day, but anyway, he sneaks another glance and then, deliberately, utterly on purpose, fucks his fingering up so that Niall clambers over the lounger and casually asks if Louis wants him to demonstrate the right fingering, and the sun’s beating down and the barbecue’s ready to go and they’ve got the beers on ice and Niall’s so close that Louis can pretty much smell his sun cream and his mouth’s all dry and everything’s so hot and he’s so tense his chest might explode with it all and then Niall shows him the fingering and Louis says, thanks bro, and Niall says, whenever you want, dude, and neither of them look at each other for a while

[magicalrocketships]

Anyway whatever maybe Niall’s record company are getting a bit noisy about the fact he’s not delivering new stuff, and Louis’s sort of quit/lost his job because they wouldn’t give him time off to go and spend with his best friend Niall in London, and Niall doesn’t really know why every time he tries to write a song it ends up stalling right around the time he has to describe curling up in her arms or holding her hand or whatever and god, writer’s block is a total dick, so it makes sense that Niall and Louis go off for a lad’s holiday in the Canaries - lads lads lads think about all the girls we can pull but also they’re in a club and it’s hot outside and hot inside and Louis looks over and Niall’s got his hands on some girl, fingers to her hips, her mouth on his, and Louis feels - just for a moment, just for a tiny, tiny moment - like his chest is being ripped open and it’s all he can do to keep the breath in his body, but then Niall opens his eyes and looks at Louis and Louis can’t fucking breathe

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and louis still can’t fucking breathe, because this girl is kissing Niall and Niall is looking at him, and it’s too hot and he’s drunk too much and he’s probably tired or something because he can’t look away, and maybe it’s something he’s eaten or whatever because maybe he’s going to throw up, so he does what he has to do, which is to just leave, go outside, go over the road to where he can lean over the railings and look out over the beach and think what the fucking fuck what the fuck what the fuck, and he stays there until Niall comes out and claps him on the back and all he can do is flinch, and all Niall can do is feel it, and take his hand away, and Louis buries his face in his hands and thinks this can’t be happening, what the fuck am I going to do– and Niall just says, “let’s get you home, hey,” and “I don’t think I feel very well either, there must have been something up with that pizza” and thank fuck it was the pizza honestly because if it was anything else than Louis really wouldn’t know what the fuck he was going to do and how he was ever going to look Niall in the face ever again

[magicalrocketships]

one last one for tonight but it’s the next morning and Louis feels so strange and Niall is a bit off too, but they’re supposed to be going out on a yacht today, so they end up sprawled out on their towels on the boat, just in their swimming shorts and sunglasses, a couple of beers and a couple of cigarettes, and Niall’s got his notebook with him, thinking about writing, but there’s nothing he can write down that isn’t the golden glow of Louis’s skin or the way he hasn’t shaved or the stupid tattoo on his calf or the way that sweat and suncream glisten on his skin or the way that his smile makes Niall’s heart swell and his ribs contract so he can’t fucking breathe, he can’t fucking breathe at all because he looks at Louis and he thinks, I could love you, and everything in his world changes just in one tiny fucking moment

[magicalrocketships]

it’s morning and I’M BACK ON MY BULLSHIT, anyway, the day’s quiet on the boat and Niall stares at his notebook and Louis naps and they have beers and someone makes them burgers and everything tastes of salt because of the breeze off the sea, and Niall just writes salt heat golden heart in his notebook and doesn’t think about anything else at all, but when they get back to land, Niall says, ‘let’s stay another week, there’s nothing urgent to go back for’, and Louis is enthusiastic in his approval because he’s got nothing to go back for that isn’t standing right in front of him right this fucking second, so they end up moving to a villa in the hills with a pool and no one overlooking them, and they both just look at the water, and it’s so okay to touch if you’re in the water, if you’re messing around and having a laugh you can touch, you can touch, and Louis doesn’t even look at him, just peels off his shirt and his flip-flops and jumps the fuck in, and when he comes back up there’s water running down his face and over his shoulders and Niall can’t look, he can’t look, so he does what he has to do and closes his eyes and jumps

[magicalrocketships]

sorry if you don’t care but you know who does care - it’s both louis and niall, although obviously they can’t ever let it show, can’t say it out loud, can’t act on this queer, desperate, intensifying need that’s settled deep within their chests, so instead they just get in and out of the pool, all week, endless splashing about and play fighting and their fingers going all pruney and the endless smell of chlorine and suncream and beer and everything they’ve ever known changing just a little bit, like the clouds shifting to let the sun shine through - but outside of the water they barely look, they barely touch, and they spend their evenings going into town for a drink and a dance and the heat slips across their skin and into their hearts and Niall thinks, I could write an album about you, about this, about friendship that changes the world, and when he looks up, Louis’s looking back, and he thinks I wish I wish I wish – but he doesn’t reach out, and neither does Louis, and the music keeps playing, the beat goes on, and his heart keeps on pounding even though this isn’t him and it isn’t them and that won’t ever change just because something’s tilted the world to one side and all he can see, wherever he looks, is Louis fucking Tomlinson

[magicalrocketships]

Niall wakes up and the world is the same, just the same as it was the previous night, and nothing’s righted itself - but Niall’s chest is different, his heart is different, his head is different and there’s no way out but through, so he does what he has to do - he gets up and sits on the terrace with his feet in the pool and his notebook in his hand and he writes something that won’t ever be a song, won’t ever be anything but a secret, won’t ever be anything but a breathless, water stained page in his notebook where his pen’s running out and he’s only got one thing to say- I love - and he writes it over and over again in every different way he can think of until there’s only one thing he can do, and that’s get out of the pool and drop his notebook on the table and go inside and stand in the doorway to Louis’s room and say, out loud, where Louis can hear: Will you, please, and Louis looks at him, still half asleep, the sheet tangled in his feet and his hair sticking up, his skin tanned a sleepy golden, and he says– he says, Niall, and Niall’s world changes all over again

[magicalrocketships]

Niall, Louis says again, like Niall hadn’t heard him the first time, and maybe he hadn’t because there’s a ringing in his ears and it’s only partly a tune for the song he can’t ever write, and can’t ever play – so he says, will you come get in the pool with me, and maybe Louis gets it and maybe he doesn’t, but he comes anyway, passing Niall in the doorway like they can exist in the same space and not touch, like he can walk past Niall and not reach out, as if it’s not physically difficult for Niall to keep his hand clamped to his side and not grab Louis’s arm just to remember what it feels like to be close to him - but Louis walks straight out to the pool and jumps right in like it’s easy, like there’s space in his chest for him to breathe - get in, he says, get the fuck in, Nialler, and Niall’s in his t-shirt and his shorts and his fucking flip flops but he just walks off the edge and into the fucking pool, and when he comes up for air Louis’s waiting for him, hands to his shoulders, and Niall wraps his hands around Louis’s wrists to anchor him there, hold him still, and Louis says, what the fuck am I going to do with you, but there’s nothing to say so Niall doesn’t say anything, he just shakes, he shakes, and –

[magicalrocketships]

- and Louis stumbles into him, water going everywhere, and he buries his face in Niall’s neck and his breath is ragged and he says, what the fuck am i going to do with me when this goes wrong, and Niall thinks, I love– and he holds on, he holds on even though he doesn’t know if he’s holding Louis up or if Louis’s holding him up, because this wasn’t ever supposed to happen, this was supposed to be lads having a drink at festival and being mates after, this wasn’t supposed to be the sun and the moon and the fucking stars and the whole world expanding just to fit Louis alongside him, this wasn’t supposed to be him having to rediscover everything he’d thought he’d known about himself all this time– and Louis shudders in his arms and Niall thinks, I can’t, I can’t anymore, I’ll fucking explode with it, so he pushes Louis away and Louis’s face is caught in a weird half expression of bewilderment and fear, and Niall grabs him again, grabs him so that he’s pulling him in, one hand to his neck, another to his cheek, and then his mouth is on Louis’s and Louis’s kissing him and his heart’s going to rocket out of his chest as he kisses him back, as the world changes and he says, I’ve never– but Louis’s shaking his head, me neither, not ever, but his eyes are bright and he’s trembling, and smiling, and Niall says, not for the first time, I love– but this time he ends it with you.

[tommosgun]

Coca Cola Mexico outtakes 19 March 2015

[chasm2018]

X

[paintednailsandsoftdetails]

the fam's aesthetic lately has been *chefs kiss*

[thetommmoarchives]

“an’ ‘ave a laugh læh tha’” 

[stylingmrstyles]

are we getting NARRY?!! TONIGHT

[thestylesindependent]

Harry Styles - Big Yellow Taxi - BBC Radio 2

[seokjelly-deactivated20210714]

ily :(

[dailyniallnews]

[running-out-of-infinity]

Day 11 - - Free choice: Zayn Malik as a brother to a liar and brother to an angel, son of a dream and son of a dreamer.

MY SLEEP WAS STOLEN, I’M SEARCHING FOR THIEVES.

The British Asian Trust [x]

Malala Fund [x]

[harryisart]

If you weren’t a singer, what job would you want? 

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Do you believe in Larry? What's your opinion of them/it?

I haven’t had this question often, but I always feel like I’m in church stating the Apostle’s Creed when I answer it. 

I do not believe that Harry and Louis are a couple, nor are they closeted, nor do they need “saving”. 

I believe that Harry and Louis control their own social media and messages, and that what they say is the truth. Louis has said he is straight. I believe him. 

I believe that Freddie is Louis’ biological child, and that he procreated with Brianna in the usual manner for Freddie to be born. (I also believe Freddie is incredibly adorable!)

I believe that Harry’s sexuality is none of our business. He’s said it’s none of our business, and I buy that. (Caveat is that I write heterosexual fanfiction about Harry and will continue to do so. That’s my creative choice as a writer.)

I believe that the suggestion that Harry and Louis were in a secret sexual relationship caused a strain on their actual relationship and causes a lot of pain to them, their friends, their bandmates, and their family. 

I believe that we have ZERO right to question their statements or the statements of their friends and family about this topic. 

I believe that anyone who actively challenges what Louis and Harry have said publicly is NOT a true fan. True fans listen to what their fave tells them. The whole “L*rry” myth has been debunked multiple times by people who are paying much more attention to their relationship than I am. 

If that’s not clear enough, please let me know.