If anyone has 3 tickets (3 people ofc) that they’re selling at the lower bowl (section 100s) for any Saturday MSG NY tickets for Harry please message me! I’ll really really appreciate it! The price that we’re looking for is below 1,000.
ik that all the girls on li get ready together in the dressing room or whatever but the thought of harry watching y/n getting ready or even getting ready for bed is so 🥰🥰🥰
crying. dead. emotional.
“Morning tea, baby.” Harry said, walking into the dressing room.
No-one else was currently in here because you had decided to have a shower before getting properly ready. You were sitting on one of the chairs, fluffing your eyebrows when Harry walked in the room.
“Oh thank you H.” You smiled and allowed him to have a quick kiss as a reward. When he started to kiss a little deeper you had to reluctantly push him away, “Go away you pest.”
“Ugh I can’t control myself around you. It’s so unfair.” He stropped like a child, sitting down on the chair next to yours. He rested an elbow on the table and rested his head in the palm of his hand so he could lean and watch you.
“What are you doing now?”
“Keeping y’company, but also admiring you.” He smirked, knowing exactly how to make you blush.
“Stop making me fall in love with you.” You teased him, leaning back to take a look at yourself in the mirror from different angles.
“I already did that. Now will y’stop admiring yourself. Y’look fucking beautiful and I want breakfast.” He said, kissing your cheek and standing up excitedly.
No but omg I love this so so so much! And I've never seen the show from this angle before 😭 LOOK AT HIM GETTING ALL EXCITED AND READY!! Look at him and how he always makes everyone feel included! AHHHH. HOW CAN YOU NOT LOVE HIM??? source
i always think about having ice cream date nights during summer with H ☹️☹️☹️☹️
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The sun was setting as your cherry flavoured ice-cream was melting.
It had been a good sunset tonight and it still was. The sun was slowly burning behind the horizon and saying goodnight for a little while. You and Harry had known it was going to be a pretty evening, so neither of you had to convince the other to pack up a bag, grab a sweater and drive the car down to the beachfront.
It was a simple beach.
Soft white sand. Brown painted boardwalk that was covered in marram grass and sand. Sand dunes that lined the boardwalk and softened in height closer to the wide expanse of beach.
You and Harry had set your picnic blanket at the foot of a dune, keeping out of the wind so the sand didn’t go everywhere. Both of you held dripping ice-creams in your palms, whilst you watched the waves continuously roll in and the sun get lower and lower.
“Ok, but if you did have to choose…?” Harry asked again, earning a soft smile out of you over his relentless persistence.
“Babe. I’m not telling you who my favourite celebrity is right now.”
“Why?”
“Don’t make me say it.” You raised your eyebrows.
“Why? Is it not me?”
“Don’t make me say it, babe.”
“It’s not me. Is it?”
“Harry…”
“I bet it’s fucking Eddie Munson.” Harry tutted, taking an overly aggressive bite from his ice cream cone. The waffle flaked over his clothes and he brushed it away softly.
“That’s a character, actually. Not a celebrity.” You told him and he sneered at you, making you scrunch your face up and smile.
“You still love him though?” Harry asked.
“Nothing like I love you, if that’s what you’re wondering.” You nudged your arm into his and he nudged back, a telling sign that he wasn’t bothered by this conversation and was only pretending to be jealous.
You and Harry had the kind of relationship where you’d create a dating profile, just of you, and see what matches you’d get. You never replied to anyone because that was just cruel, but it was interesting for you both to see who else out there liked you. One time, you and Harry had set up a profile together but that ended up being a tabloid in the news for weeks.. so now Harry is banned by management for putting himself on any dating sites.
“I’d love you still, even if you did love Eddie more.”
“Would you love me even if I wasn’t still yours?” You asked quietly, anticipating his reaction.
“That’s a horrible thing to think about,” he shuddered, “but yeah. Yes. I would.”
You turned to smile at him, his face glowing a soft pink under the sunset. Your face was no doubt alit with the same colours, making you both devastatingly beautiful - like people waiting to be painted for an art gallery.
“Good thing I’ll always be yours then.” You said softly, watching a wide grin outbreak onto Harry’s face. His dimple popping out to say hello.
Instead of giving you a kiss like you thought he might, he bopped his ice cream on your nose. Then it started a competition to see who could wipe away the most ice-cream off their nose with their tongue as possible.
Both of you ended the night having fallen slightly more in love with each other than before.
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harryfan1 they’re goals i cAAANNTTTT
harryfan2 a life like this please?
mitchrowland Can’t believe you’re both boring vanillas
harrystyles @/mitchrowland 👀
harrystyles Love you and all our summer ice-creams together❤️
harry getting reader an ice cream or ice cubes to help cool down because it’s so hot
yupppp okok
“Baby, will you at least drink some more water please?” Harry urged you, placing a cold flannel on top of your forehead and another on the back of your neck.
You’d been sat outside for quite a long time this afternoon, but now you’re feeling a bit ill and sick. Harry thinks it’s heatstroke, but you’re sure it’s just dehydration. Harry, being Harry, took you inside as soon as you said you weren’t feeling well.
“H, baby, calm down. I’m okay.”
Harry was walking around like a madman, thinking of every little thing he could do to cool you down and rehydrate you. He’d even placed a bucket by your side, where you were laying on the couch, just in case you were sick.
“If we were in my house there’d be chuffing air conditioning…” He mumbled to himself, standing up again and walking off into the adjoining kitchen.
You smiled to yourself, because of how much he cared for you. When you were next to him, nothing else mattered to him except from you. It was like all common sense ran out of the front door when you were around him. It was even worse when you were feeling under the weather, because it wasn’t something he could easily control.
Harry walked back into the room a minute later with a bowl full of ice cubes. He took a smaller one and popped it in his mouth, humming in delight at how cold and satisfying it was.
He knelt down on the couch next to you, not wanting to sit too close in case his warm body heat made you even warmer. You picked up on all these small, soft, subconscious actions of his and were convinced that there was nobody more prefect than him.
He took an ice cube from the bowl and ran it over your cheeks and your forehead, down your nose and over your lips. He moved it down towards your neck as the volume of ice dwindled dramatically. Your skin was so warm that the ice cube didn’t last long at all. Harry stopped when he noticed you giggling though.
“What’s so funny, hm?” He smiled at you. God, he would never get over your smile.
“Tickles.” You chuckled, motioning to the disappearing ice cube.
“Don’t care. It’s cooling you down.” He pointed out, picking up another ice cube from his bowl.
“Yeah, to the point where my lips are too cold now.”
Harry immediately dropped the ice cube back in the bowl and put the bowl down on the floor.
“Well we can’t have that, can we?” He taunted, before leaning over you and pressing his lips to yours.
His lips were soft and warmer than yours. It was nice. His hands cupped your cheeks delicately, not wanting to put any more pressure on your headache than needs be. He lips moulded against yours in perfect movements, both your lips slipping over each other and then picking them back up.
It was slow and loving, both of you humming and not caring about how the heat between you was building back up. When it was your lips on his, nothing else mattered. Not even a little dehydration or heatstroke.
Oh another summertime harry concept!! Maybe reader has younger siblings who are like still little kids or teenagers so they come to see her during their summer holidays and harry is stressing with wanting to make sure they like him and coming up with activities to do with them ahaha
YES!!
“Harrryyy!” Your five-year old brother, Teo, called.
You were sat on the decking, lounging on a sun bed with your swimsuit on and sun cream lathered over your body - thanks to Harry’s hands, watching Harry wade around in the swimming pool whilst Teo was climbing out of the pool, arms clad with Spiderman armbands, and running around the edge.
“Woah, little man, slow down! Before y’hurt yourself.” Harry put out his arms to get Teo’s attention and make him speed down to a walking pace. Harry went deeper into the pool, it rising up to his chest as he stood nearby where Teo was standing on the edge.
“Watch me, Harry. Watch!” Teo said excitedly, his hair sticking up every which way from being in the pool.
“Go on then, buddy.” Harry laughed and moved aside to watch Teo run and jump into the pool with a splash.
You sat up and put on your sunglasses to watch them better. Teo rose to the surface and Harry went over to him quickly to make sure he was alright clearing water from his eyes. Teo’s smile and excited laugh proved he was all good.
Laying back down and taking off your sunglasses, you breathed in the fresh summers air. It was a hot day and you were babysitting for your parents whilst they were at work. Teo was busy in the pool with Harry, whilst your sister was laying on the sun bed next to trying to also get a tan. Tia was Teo’s twin sister, but they couldn’t be more opposites. Teo was extroverted and crazy, whereas Tia was shy and quiet . You were a little bit of both.
You were all at Harry’s house, because it had the pool. Your siblings couldn’t get over the fact the pool was just Harry’s. It was a big pool, with a little water fountain half way down that Teo loved messing around under. You and Harry thought it was best to bring them to his back garden, rather than somewhere public and in the sweltering heat too.
“Y/N?” Tia asked you and you turned to face her, her little body sitting up on the sun bed.
“Yeah?”
“Can I have a drink, please?” She asked politely, and it made you sit up and put your sunglasses back on.
“Course you can.” You slipped on your sliders and walked into the house, a large panel of bifold doors opened to allow anyone to step straight into the kitchen. The doors allowed the inside to feel like the out so nicely. They were often opened in summer and for parties Harry hosted.
You walked to the fridge and took out the jug of fresh lemonade that you’d all made together earlier. After adding the lemonade to four glasses of ice and mint leaves, you added him some striped straws and carried them on a tray outside.
“H, Teo! Come get a drink!” You shouted. You knew Harry probably wouldn’t need a drink, but Teo did considering he was small and would dehydrate easily and he wouldn’t leave the pool unless Harry did too.
They both came up to where you and Tia were already drinking. Tia was sat on a sun bed with you and then the two boys sat on their own together. Both of them were dripping wet, but it no doubt felt refreshing.
“Here.” You passed a glass to Teo and Harry helped him hold it properly before letting him do it on his own. Harry took his own drink and gave a few sips. “Having a good time Teo?”
“Yeah. I was showing Harry all my jumps.” He nodded excitedly and Harry looked at you smiling.
“Were you? What did you think of them H?” You asked Harry, sitting directly across from him.
“Little Teo here’s going to be in the Olympics. I’m sure of it. Winning lots of gold medals.” Harry nodded assured.
Teo celebrated by doing a weird little dance and everyone laughed, including Tia.
“How are you doing, Tia?” Harry asked, knowing your parents had extra encouraged him to speak to her to drive her out of her shell and comfort zone.
“Good. I was thirsty. A bit hot though.”
“Y’want to go in the pool with me?” Harry offered, putting his glass on the tray.
“Yes please!” She nodded happily and Harry smiled back at her.
“Okay, then you two go wash your hands carefully and then come back here. I need to put your armbands on before you go in, okay Tia?” You said and they both listened expertly.
Once they were gone, Harry motioned for you to come over to him. You did, straddling his waist and licking your arms around his neck. He kissed your chest and then your neck, leading towards your jaw.
“I’m too hot for you to get me horny.” You laughed, pushing his face off your body.
“Weren’t saying that last night, baby.” He chuckled, but doing as he was told. He’d hate to make you feel uncomfortable.
“There was air-con last night. It’s fucking boiling out here.”
“True, true. I’m kissing you later, though. A lot.” He threatened you with a good time.
Hi love! Don’t know if you’re taking requests but If you want to write some fluff stuff, could you write something about Harry and Reader doing stuff like in this video? It could be so cuteeee🥺🥺 https://twitter.com/theharrylibrary/status/1521163649712275456?s=21&t=SvkQW4wsxu8c5MSiPKxPOg
HII 🥺🥺 I just saw the trailer and this part just- !!!!! waaah yesyesyes I’ll write it!!
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My Girl
“Du du du du…” Harry’s little melody echoed around the kitchen, his hands sneaking around Y/N’s middle while she finished the pasta the two waited to eat the whole week.
“Oh hi you,” she turned around and gave his mouth a peck, turning her attention back to the sauce smelling like heaven right in front of them — her efforts were in vain though, why could she pay attention to anything else than Harry kissing the side of her face and resting his chin on her shoulder? Or the his fingers sneaked under her shirt and caressed her tummy? God! The feeling of his own torso warming her back and specially the small moves he guided her to; side to side following the melody coming from his chest?
How could she not pay attention to that?
“Du.. du du du duuu..” he continued, eyes closed while getting drunk with the sweet scent of her hair, “I see someone is happy today, hm? Is it all ‘cause of the pasta?” Y/N teased.
“Hmm, maybe. Maybe it’s ‘cause I love it s’much,” one kiss to her shoulder, “or maybe ‘cause this song makes me thing ‘bout ya,” one kiss to her neck, “or maybe… Just maybe, ‘cause I love you,” Harry sneaked his hands in front of her and turned off the stove.
“Heeey,” Y/N turned around, giving him a unpleased (yet very playful) look.
“Shhhh, c’mere, love,” Harry pulled her closer by the waist and and connected their mouths, in a passionate, slow kiss. Slowly, he attempted to walk them towards the living room, turning off the main lights so the only thing gracing them was the small yellow lamp hanging in the middle of the kitchen and the moonlight peeking from the large windows.
“Lemme tell you a story, hm?” He kissed her cheek, feeling Y/N’s body melt into him as he positioned both swinging their bodies slowly, side to side, like they were the only ones in the world. One of his arms was firmly wrapped around her middle while his other hand held her own right above his heart; where only she could reach. Y/N rested her head on his chest and milked into him, feeling the safety only Harry gave her.
“And how does it start?” She whispered, looking up into his eyes.
Instead of answering, Harry gave her a smirk before taking from her a small giggle, “Du du du du duuu…”
“I’ve got sunshine on a cloudy day,” his voice flooded around them like a love cloud, invading Y/N’s ears and wrapping directly around her heart.
“When it’s cold outside, I’ve got the month of may”
Y/N could feel his heartbeat right under her palm, his own fingers squeezing her knuckles. There was no other place in the world where she wanted to be; where she belonged to.
“I guess you’d say, what can make me feel this way,” Harry’s separated from Y/N and used his fingertips to spin her in the middle of the room, stopping right before the next part only to help her clim up the couch; a stage for his star.
“My girl!” He stopped in front of her with his arms opened, a grin covering his face. His eyes were full of adoration while admiring the big smile that popped on Y/N’s lips, her arms wrapping around his neck making both fall on the couch;
“My giiirrrll!!!” He couldn’t hide the amount of excitement he felt, specially in this little moments he shared with her; his girl, the love of his life. Their attempt to turn the situation into a kiss failed, the two a giggling mess while arms and legs were all around the place, until they both came down and Harry relaxed his body above Y/N’s, who hugged his torso.
“I love you, H,” she kissed the top of his head, green eyes looking up to her, “you are my girl, too,” her fingers swum around his soft curls.
“Well, I’m honored,” he joked, “and I love you more, y’know that, right?”
He kissed her fingertips that caressed his chest and, honestly, God knows when that pasta was eaten.
Summary: Married and in love, Chris and pregnant!actress!Y/N do Variety’s Actors on Actors interview together.
Disclaimer: Can be read alone without any background of the PE universe.
Planet Evans Universe Masterlist
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The moment Variety had posted the promotional picture of you and Chris, the internet freaked out and the countdown had begun.
Being a couple who had been together since late 2015, and had gotten married in 2019, your relationship was one that people fawned over and rooted for.
The picture Variety had posted, being one with a million likes, was one that circulated the internet after the uproar of freaking out.
Chris was sitting down on a stool, a wide grin showing his straight teeth, wrinkles by his eyes as you stood behind him with your arms around his shoulders, your head beside his own as you grinned while his hands held on to your arms.
““I remember thinking, years ago, way before we actually met that–Hey, one day I’ll stand next to Y/N Y/L/N on set.” Chris Evans tells Y/N Y/L/N-Evans.
“Well, if it isn’t my favorite baker?” An Irish voice calls through the air from her side – she hadn’t seen him sitting at first but she guesses it’s because her attention had been pulled to Harry almost immediately, so she turns to face Niall, “Say, I need a date to my cousin’s wedding, do you wanna come?”
The grip around her tightens, “Niall, she’s going to be my plus one, stop asking to take her,” Harry grumbled, pulling her away from him, “Right, Y/N? You’ll come to the wedding with me? It’s on a Saturday.”
“Ah, I mean I guess I could –”
“But don’t feel like you have to be this whiny brat’s plus one, when I’m like way more fun if we’re honest.”
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Y/N is more insecure than she lets on but Harry loves everything about her
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