#harri verse

[harryhanlon]

i’m thinking about harri realizing zayn will be graduating at the end of the semester. she’s not going anywhere, not too far at least, she got a job at a gallery close by that wants her to start full time as soon as possible but it still shocks her. she’ll come to eat lunch and sit with niall and zayn won’t be walking through the halls to come and meet them. it’s not sad because zayn’s out there making her dreams real but it’s still strange and makes her cry into niall’s shoulder when zayn’s name gets called and she walks across the stage.

[harryhanlon]

Merri Christmas

It's another holiday and this time I'm sparing you from sexual acts involving harry and an inanimate object so be thankful!!! just some cute harri and niall in love on christmas only abt 650 to whet ur appetite between other ppls fic :))))

Merri Christmas

Opening her laptop she adjusted herself from mild disarray after rushing upstairs and clicked on the Skype icon. While she waited, Harri looked around her room at the lights and decorations they had put up before Niall had left for Ireland. It had been like an early celebration for them, turning on their favourite Christmas songs and dancing around the room. Niall had memorably put the finishing touches on the tiny tree while serenading Harri with Justin Bieber's Fa La La. Being apart for the holidays wasn't fun but at least they had more moments to look forward to.

Caught up in her own thoughts, Harri almost missed the alert that she had a Skype call. She accepted it and waited for Niall's smiling face to fill the screen. “Hii!”

Niall looked up from where he was quietly strumming his guitar and smiled just like she knew he would. “Merry Christmas!” he said. He put down the instrument so Harri could see his red jumper with a huge reindeer sewn on it.

“Merry Christmas to you too, fashionista!” she giggled. Niall looked confused until he glanced down at what he was wearing.

He winked, “Only the best for you.” He broke and laughed almost immediately but stopped to appraise what he could see of Harri. “You look great though.”

She blushed a little and preened under the compliment. “I bought this just for Christmas.”

“It's lovely just like you.”

They looked at each other for a few moments in silence.

“I miss you,” Harri admitted quietly.

“I miss you too,” Niall agreed. “But only another week or so til I'm back! And presents now! Me mum will be calling for dessert soon.” He picked up the carefully wrapped package sitting on his desk and twirled it slowly as Harri scrambled off the bed to grab hers.

“You first!” she said once she was reseated. Niall excitedly ripped off the tree covered paper to reveal a small rectangular box. Opening the flap and pushing aside the paper he pulled out a dark blue mug. A picture of them dressed up before their first winter formal stared up at him.

“I love it,” he said, still staring down at the ceramic in his hands. Harri smiled with satisfaction and fondness for her boyfriend. “You go now,” Niall shook himself out of his trance.

“I wonder what it could be!” The package was mostly flat with a little give to it on either side. Harri carefully peeled off the tape and pulled back the wrappings. “Thank you,” she said quietly, picking the record up almost reverently.

“You said it was a really important album to you, and I know how you like the sound of things on vinyl,” Niall explained, fiddling with the handle of his new mug to have something to do with his nervous hands. Holding Transgender Dysphoria Blues in her hands made Harri emotional very suddenly and she wiped at the wetness that sprung to her eyes.

“It's perfect.”

“Best Christmas ever?” Niall questioned hopefully.

“Best Christmas until you're here with me,” Harri replied. Niall rolled his eyes at his girlfriend's cheesiness. Just then they both heard a faint call from Niall's side of the connection.

“Coming Ma!” he called back. He turned to the screen and prepared to say his goodbyes. “Dessert calls,” he patted his stomach.

“Well I can't keep you away from that,” she joked. “A week yeah?”

“A week.”

“Merry Christmas, Niall. I love you.”

“I love you too, Harri. Merry Christmas.”

They each kissed the tips of their fingers and pressed them to the screen as they ended the call.

[harryhanlon]

im just thinking cute harri/fiona styles moments around when harri and niall started dating where harri would gush abt niall all the time and fiona was just happy to hear all about it

[harryhanlon]

i've decided the song indie rock girl is about harry and specifically by niall about trans girl harri and he wrote it for her so he could play it in front of crowds at pubs and stuff and watch her rock out in the front where she always is

[harryhanlon]

i wanna write a thing where harri is feeling v romantic cause she's laying across niall's lap and he's holding her hand while watching the football and gets him to say really cheesy sweet stuff to her

[harryhanlon]

Niall Painting

hey friends this is me dropping more cheesy fic in the middle of the night. don't post anything earlier than 4 am, that's my motto. im kind of tired and in my tired state i decided this whole thing is bullshit and not worth the time it took (3 ish days!! ridiculous) but niall and harri nail painting fic that's what this is 900~ words of painting nails yeah i know

Niall Painting

Harri brought her knees up to her chest and craned her head to see her wiggling toes. “This isn't working,” she huffed and angrily twisted the cap back on her purple nail polish. She let her knees fall to each side and stared sadly at her unpainted toe nails.

“What's wrong babe?” Niall said as he turned away from the football game he was watching. She frowned harder and inhaled sharply.

Niall looked confused for a moment until his face cleared and he exclaimed, “I can help!”

“What?”

“I could paint your toes. That's all you need right? Someone else to do it? I could do it!” he said proudly. He grabbed the bottle and shook it around examining the contents. “How does this work then?”

Harri blushed and stuttered out a response, “I mean if you want I could, um,” she swallowed her nervousness, “Yeah I could give you some tips.”

Niall noticed her hesitance and put a stabling hand on her calf. “Hey if you don't want me to help I won't. Just tell me what you need.” Harry took a moment to relax then smiled and nodded. “Okay so how do I start?”

“First, shake the bottle to make sure it hasn't settled.” They could hear the small metal ball inside rattling as Niall shook it furiously. “Now, pick which toe you're gonna start on. I'd suggest the big one cause there's more space for a beginner,” she smirked.

“Okay, got it. Do I just go for it then?” he asked, already unscrewing the top and taking the brush out. A huge glob of polish fell from the brush tip and dropped on the upholstery of the couch. Harri grabbed a paper towel from the stack she had for this very situation.

“Yeah. Just start in the middle from the base of the nail and drag it to the tip.” She watched as Niall followed each step and successfully painted a stripe down the center of her big toe.

“Eyyyy! This is easy!” he cheered and excitedly continued swiping nail polish on the surface of Harri's nail. He finished quickly but left purple on her pale skin and polish pooling on the sides.

“Not awful for your first time,” Harri complimented and allowed him to continue. She could clean off the excess in the shower later. They fell into silence with Niall concentrating and Harri enjoying the feeling of being cared for. This didn't happen much outside of her paying the people at the nail salon. Her bliss was interrupted by Niall switching feet and clearing his throat to ask a question.

“Why do you do it?” he asked.

“What do you mean?”

“Like nail polish and that. I get that it's like a girly thing but why do you?” he clarified.

Harri paused to think about it. She'd never considered why outside of it just being one of those girl things she felt like she should do. “Sometimes it helps me feel more feminine if I'm not feeling great, I guess. It makes me look cute too,” she batted her eyelids. “At the end of the day it's just nice isn't it. Especially now with you helping me.” She knocked her knee against Niall's closest elbow. He smiled and focused on finishing the middle toe before he asked another question.

“Can I try?”

“You're already trying,” Harri replied.

“I mean like, on me.” Niall looked up to gauge her reaction.

“Of course!” she nearly squealed. “What colour do you want? I can do a clear coat or something very light! They're just in my room I can go now if-” She tried to stand but was stopped by a firm hand on her calf. Niall gestured to the two bare toes he had left to paint and she settled down as he went on. “Should I do your fingers or toes?”she asked faux casually.

“Fingers, my feet are a bit rank,” Niall revealed.

“If it's gonna be out maybe we should do clear?”

“Nah, this one is right here. It's fine.” Harri conceded the shade would look good with his tone.

“Okay. I'll shift and put my feet on the floor so you can put your hands in my lap,” she planned. Niall wiggled his eyebrows at her but she shut him down. “No funny business with wet nails! It ruins too easily.” Simple maneuvers over, Harri made quick work of Niall's nails with a practiced hand and technique learned from her older sisters. He watched her, fascinated by the way polish barely touched his skin.

“I can see why you like this. It's kind of fun.”

Harri looked up for a moment and smiled, happy her boyfriend was enjoying himself. “Doing designs is more fun but I usually leave that up to the professionals.” She gestured briefly to her own acrylic nail tips that she'd had for nearly 3 weeks. The polish on Niall's fingers glistened wetly as she finished doing them and left them to dry.

“We match!”

“We do,” Harri giggled. She kind of wished they could do this all the time as they settled into a tentative cuddle, arranging their unruly limbs to ensure the safety of their wet nails. “You're great,” she said. “I mostly love you.”

Niall pretended to look touched until he got hit in the shoulder with Harri's forehead. “I mostly love you too.”

[harryhanlon]

well i guess if we're talking about alternative soulmate aus what about little niall that has harri written on his wrist in beautiful cursive and he knows a boy in his class named harry but it's spelled different and that's disappointing because he likes the way harry laughs and when he smiles the world feels better. years later niall's mostly forgotten about harry who moved away somewhere too far and the most beautiful girl he's ever seen walks into his first class of freshman year but somehow she reminds him of someone.

it's harri and things happen and they pick up right where they left off and she has niall written on her wrist and it didn't show up until after she left idk im not paid to write endings

[harryhanlon]

little harri coming out in late secondary school and fi being the most supportive big sister buying her dresses and giving very important advice as she grows up that no one had been teaching her from birth