#2015 harry

[harrystylesgallery]

[velvetkiisses]

never a moment i am not thinking about this. ever. like seriously? what the fuck?

[5secondsofkai]

lhh is my lesbian princess

[birdieistheewordie]

not quite his scene but she defintly could be | harry x estella (oc) | pt. 1

AHHHH OKOK HERE I GO. it's been YEARS since i've published anything i've written pls be nice i'm a nervy gal. here's the mess that is estella and harry.

word count: 600+

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Harry didn’t like coming to places like this. 

Music blared. Alcohol reeked. Drunk people shouted. His ears rang. Even tipsy, Harry hated clubs – even this one, which advertises “erotic experiances” on the website. In reality, it was a sex club with more clothes and fewer people fucking in front of you. It was a soft introduction to a real sex club. 

Harry only came because Niall begged him to. His girlfriend, Amelia, was dancing tonight. As impressive a performer as she was, it still felt weird watching your best mate’s girl strip on stage. Let alone tuck a few bills into her waistband. 

That’s not Harry.   

“What’s with the miserable look?” Niall laughed, one arm lazily wrapped around Amelia’s waist. 

Harry swirled the three ice cubes in his whiskey glass. “Told you m’not the biggest fan of clubs.” He quickly looked at Amelia. “Nothing against you, of course.”

“No offense taken, H” She giggles, spinning the straw in a fruity drink. “Most of us don’t like it either. 

“You should introduce him to Es!” Niall said, suddenly excited. 

Amelia beams. “You are so smart! They’ll love each other.” She turned to Harry quickly, eyes sparkling with excitement. “She’s another dancer – super sweet, hell of a performer, and like…annoyingly hot”

Before Harry can protest or say no, Amelia pulls him out of his seat and toward the backstage hallway, chattering about Estella – “or Es, or Essie, depending on the day.” In all honesty, Harry wasn’t listening. The hallway spun slightly, the music falling behind them, and his anxiety growing ahead of him. 

He’d heard of Estella before. A friend of Niall’s from uni. They fooled around a bit, supposedly before Amelia came around. That’s all he knew.

Backstage, the energy was different. Glittery heels clicked past, the walls buzzed with a mix of cheap and expensive perfume and low voices. The two turn around a corner and Amelia knocked gently on a door.

“Essie? I’ve got someone for you to meet!”

She stood in front of a floor-length mirror, lashes halfway on. She looked like velvet. Like a flickering flame. Like every dream Harry wished for but never admitted to having. 

“This is Harry,” Amelia smiles, a knowing look on her lips. What she knows? Harry’s clueless. “You two…will get alone just fine.”

Then, she was gone, the sound of the dressing room door clicking shut. 

“Hi there,” She extends a manicured hand. Soft pink nail polish with an almond shape, making Harry feel insecure about his chipping and awfully painted black polish. “I’m Estella. Or Es. Or Essie.”

Harry laughed nervously, taking her hand. “I’m Harry. Or, H.”

Her robe was black silk, trimmed with fluff. Her socks were pink and frilly, lace tickling her ankles. Her eyeshadow glittered like pink champagne. And Harry…he couldn’t stop staring. 

“You were…amazing tonight,” he blurts, cheeks red once he realizes he’s said his thoughts out loud. 

“Thank you, Sweetheart.” She smiled, sweet and lethal. “So…what’s a quiet guy like you doing here?”

Smiled. She's...smiling? 

Harry sat without a second thought when she tapped the seat beside her. “You caught me,” He laughs nervously. “This isn’t...quite my scene. Niall dragged me here for…inspiration?” He couldn’t keep his eyes off her. Maybe he was a little drunk, but the way her lips moved while she was talking was like a moth to a flame. He couldn’t stop watching. 

“Inspiration for what exactly?” Her brow quirked, a subtle look Harry wouldn’t have noticed if he wasn’t three glasses of whiskey in. He can’t take his eyes off her, the subtle sheen of her skin, the way her lashes reached her eyebrows, the sweet and defined point of her cupid’s bow.

“Uh… music. I write music.” He nodded, offering a smile that was both sheepish and practiced. It was technically true, though he couldn’t help the flicker of disappointment that she didn’t seem to recognize him. Given her history with Niall, he’d assumed she might. 

But whiskey always had a way of making him more vulnerable than he wanted to be.

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click here for the second part if i sparked your interest :)

HOWD I DO? HOWD I DO? ill post the next one eventully i just wanna be mysterious. share or like or reblog to even just read and ill give you a kiss! THANK YOU MWAH BYEBYEBYE <33333

[deadinthedisco]

curly girl

hey!! just a little short but sweet one for you. got the idea when i was doing my own hair routine hahaha. enjoy!!!

harry wants to join the curly girl train

word count: <600

warnings: none!!!!!! cuteness and more cuteness

“What now?” Harry says in an interested tone. You smile in the mirror as you continue to rake the comb through his long, thick hair. He usually loved to watch your routine through the reflection after you showered, meticulously raking different products through your hair to give it the classic curl and shine it always had. Harry got frustrated with his hair sometimes, as its length made it hard to manage, and his curls usually dropped out after the wash day and left a bit of a wave, and he’d mentioned quietly a while ago that it bothered him. One day in particular he was raking his fingers through it and tugging, sighing before he looked up at you from his position against your chest, asking quietly: “please can y’style my hair? Y’know, how you do it all fancy?”

You didn’t even wait a beat before excitedly saying yes. Harry didn’t mind your hands in his hair in any kind of scenario, but he wasn’t fond of others touching it, never mind styling it – he was a particular man at heart. So, the fact that he was allowing you to perform your curl routine on his long hair was an offer you wouldn’t miss. He had grinned once you gave an enthusiastic answer, and this brought you to now – him sat on a stool in front of the bathroom mirror whilst you stood over him with a wide tooth comb.

“I’m going to put a few products in it to hold it and keep its shine. You’ve got a nice curl pattern so this should work quite nicely.” You pinch his shoulder, and he smiles, closing his eyes at the satisfying feeling of your fingers massaging product into his scalp. He’s patient, watching you pull every bottle and tub out of your side of the bathroom cabinets, raking each through his hair and scrunching his curls up around his face. He looks surprised at hwo good of a job you’re doing, the ringlets starting to form around your face.

“Excuse me, baby,” you hum, bending down next to him to get the hair dryer. His hands find your waist and thighs briefly and you swat them away, bubbling a laugh from his chest, “can’t you keep those hands to yourself?” You giggle.

“Sorry. Couldn’t help myself.” He sighs. You plug in the hair dryer and bring the diffuser around his head. His eyes widen, “I said I’m sorry, don’t need to pull out some kind of death contraption.” He jests, hands up in mock surrender. You just shake your head, fighting off a grin as you dry his hair and add a few finishing touches, ruffling oil through it once you’re done it smooth it all out. He looks elated, fluffing the curls with his palms and praising you for doing such a good job.

“Never seen m’hair so curly.” He says in awe.

“It looks cute on you.”

“You’re cute.” He muses, spinning in the stool and securing his arms around your waist, rising from his chair and hoisting you over his shoulder. You squeal as he throws you on to the bed, diving down next to you. You frown, “Don’t mess up your hair!”

He ignores you, pulling your body on to his lap and lying back, arms stretched above his head.

“Guess you’ll have to do the work, then.” An amused glint is in his eye as he rubs up and down your thighs.

“Prick.”

[alwayslouxhabit]

don’t get me wrong i LOVE baby boyfriends BUTTT… 2015 larry is UNTOUCHABLE.

[guiltysimp]

I have a urgent message:

Harry Styles... that is all

[therainheals]

i am not over this absolute child-like beauty in his purest form with bunny teeth and hair tied into a bun with wind flowing through his locks creating an aura of happiness all perfected unto his crooning.