#harry bingham

[soulshines]

alex   fitzalan   as   harry   bingham   .

[imjustanasshole]

the society (2019), I grieve you every single day of my life, I'll never get over you

[forbescaroline]

ships in every season harry bingham and allie pressman - the society season 1

[blush-and-books]

god i just rewatched the society. first of all what an awesome fucking show. second of all. harry and allie were about to rank top five in slow burn complex relationship history. acquaintances to unlikely partners to one night stand to political rivals!?!?! where he stages a coup against her!?!? but they've also fondly discussed an alternate universe where they could have been friends and helped each other instead!?!? adele was right we really could have had it all

[dream-with-a-fever]

What's your theory on why Harry hates Cassandra? (The Society)

i am so glad you asked anon! i and the other 3 hassandra stans that exist (woo!) have a pretty set theory on why these two interact the way they do. i could literally do an in-depth thorough analysis of all their scenes and explain it point by point and i will! bc i love them lol

first things first, we know that harry and cassandra are academic rivals. this is a known fact in the show, by just about everyone in the school. they are both extremely bright, well-spoken and driven people. hence, it’s unsurprising that they both have a lot of the same interests/extra curriculars, they’re both the two leads in the school play for crying out loud??? and as a direct result of this fact, it’s easy to see that they would also be in direct competition with each other a lot (for top marks, spots at ivy league universities, debate captaincy, student body presidency etc).

now you may be wondering, isn’t this reason enough for him to hate her? and my very simple answer is no. the dynamic these two have, while they have their moments of divorced-parents-bickering-style-banter, there is much more tension and angst that you’d never expect from such a relationship. which is what makes their dynamic quite intriguing. yes, they bicker and argue, yes, they like to one up each other, but it’s more than just little jabs here and there.

they also seem to know exactly what to say to strike a chord with the other. they both do this several times, i.e cassandra making a snarky comment about harry excluding people from his party and his “would you even come, cassandra?” response. you’d think an innocuous throw away comment like that wouldn’t cause her to literally freeze, and have no form of rebuttal (she’s captain of the debate team, mind you!). the same is seen when harry offers to drive to the town’s border to get help (after she does), and she responds with “you sober?”, a little quip, and he looks her dead in the eye and says “fuck you, cassandra.” ?????? a very strong reaction to his high school rival pointing out one of his vices.

my main theory (as well as several other peoples’) is that harry was cassandra’s yale boy. and let me explain why.

firstly, it’s discussed in the early episodes that cassandra had a fling with someone at yale admitted students’ weekend. allie refers to it when cassandra is spending time with gordie, which implies that whatever happened at yale clearly meant something to her as she a) told her sister about it and b) liked him enough that her sister is telling her off for cozying up with gordie when she clearly had feelings for someone else….. but also interestingly allie does not name the guy, which could imply cassandra never disclosed his identity… which would make sense given the nature of harry and cassandra’s relationship. also i will note that yes when gordie asks cassandra about who she’s been sleeping with (nosey little weirdo i stg), she tells him about yale boy, she says she only saw him twice but that could be interpreted as, she only slept with him twice, which would make the harry is yale boy theory still plausible.!

now, cassandra’s yale boy is never named in the series, even though he’s referred to. which would be fine, if not for the fact that a much more minor character gwen in the series, mentions having a fling with a guy at an admitted students weekend, but he doesn’t go nameless. we find out his name is seth, and that is mentioned several times. why would they name the guy a minor character hooked up with (which is less relevant to the overall storyline anyway) but not name the one cassandra hooked up with when it is relevant to the relationships of the main characters? a very strange decision if the yale boy is not someone we as the viewers already have been introduced to…

secondly, there’s the fact that harry and cassandra are elite students, and it’s very probable that they would be applying for the same ivy league schools, and that they would both get in. while it’s never mentioned where harry plans to go to university, we can assume from everything we know about him that he would be going to one of the good ones. it also seems that harry’s relationship with kelly is rather rocky a lot of the time, their disagreements in the series heavily imply they’ve had tiffs before. in that case what’s stopping him from having a fling with cassandra over an admitted students weekend..?

thirdly, in almost all of the interactions that we see between harry and cassandra in the series, harry seems to be much more angry with her than she is with him. he sounds bitter and aggravated, and isn’t afraid to lash out. but when he retaliates to her little quips, she often backs down at once, looking almost hurt/upset, as if there’s some unspoken fight happening between them, but they’re fighting about other stuff as a cover up almost.

fourthly, their glances. the best example in episode one, when harry gets up and follows campbell out of the church, one arm around his on and off again girlfriend kelly, he looks back directly at cassandra who’s already searching for his gaze. they lock eyes for a second, before she hurriedly looks away. if this was just your enemy, why are you searching for each other’s eyes like that? why would he even look back at all, if there wasn’t some underlying thing between them? if he just hated her because of their academic rivalry, why does he look back, as if to check her reaction, and look slightly guilty while doing it?

same as the scene in episode two, after harry has clearly just hooked up with allie and all of them run into each other in the rain. the way cassandra’s face falls at once, and she’s barely looking at allie. the angst is all aimed at him. the hurt, the betrayal, the almost heartbreak… it almost feels like a personal attack, to get back at her. why would he look extremely guilty at the sight of her? yes, he hooked up with her sister but if he hates cassandra why would he care about that? not to mention kelly aka his so-called beloved girlfriend who just dumped him for another guy (will, who he also hates) is standing Right There but who is he too busy looking at??? cassandra fucking pressman.

so basically my heavily winded response to your question (i apologise i couldn’t help writing an essay) is that harry and cassandra had some kind of fling at yale admitted students weekend, as even though they fought a lot and were extremely competitive with each other, they had a very ‘tit for tat flirtatious energy’ hence some level of ‘attraction’ as said by the actor who played harry on the series.

and cassandra no doubt must’ve been the one to end it, which would explain harry’s behaviour. humiliated, hurt and annoyed. they hook up, there was clearly some long buried feelings come up to the surface. maybe he opened up to her but she put a stop to it pretty quick, most likely due to fear of him ending up hurting her, or fear of what would happen back at home etc. and he never forgave her for it, he let her in only to have her cut him off. so his anger is coming from not only the competitive nature of their schooling and rivalry, but also being burned by her. she’s probably the first person to have fully understood him too, which would be a kick in the guts, to have that person turn around and say no i can’t do this with you. this would explain harry’s anger, and cassandra’s desire to make things right with him (re the committee and stuff, wanting his opinion etc).

there’s more to say but i can’t think of it all right now so i’ll just quickly say a couple funny things that seem a little too coincidental to be an unconscious choice.

- cassandra has a poster of harry styles in her bedroom. interestingly the poster only says ‘harry’ not harry styles which is an interesting easter egg

- there is a dormitory at yale university called ‘bingham hall’ …. and his name is harry bingham.. what the hell is up with that..

- in the scene in the church, cassandra says something about putting measures in place before everything gets out of control, and ‘we all start hurting each other’ and who does she directly look at when she says the line? mr harry bingham. harry grimaces to the floor when she says it, like he knows exactly what she’s referring to. why, writers, why?!!

okay i’m officially done with my rant. these two are one of my favourite ships. so much wasted potential. i even wrote a fic a while back of what i think went down at yale…… so here’s some shameless promo

> our bodies are young and blue by societysgot

harry x cassandra, yale au

[rafesbrat]

in an ideal world, they would be best friends.

[thewolfking2012]

We Remember Them

In case anyone forgot it's been seven years since the society came out. Seven years of us discovering new ham. 10 episodes of uncovering and building a new world. We will never forget what we had and what netflix took from us.

[s1ater]

hell v heaven.

pairings. harry bingham x fem!reader

about. reader gets scolded by her friend only for harry to defend her

warnings. swearing

from ricky's mailbox to yours. I don't expect anything from this, I just wanted to post because I miss this damn show

west ham was always ordinarily boring and filled to the brim with people who had their pockets filled with more than enough money to know what to do with.

your life was a repetitive process and ran on a schedule that really never changed unless you chose to eat breakfast for once in your life, which you never really did--or take your mom up on the offer to go on walks—which you also really never did.

the day you got off that bus and found no parents, grandparents, aunts, uncles, or even siblings was a day you couldn’t help but sigh in relief with finding a loss of obligations and responsibilities. you felt a lift from your shoulders and a greatness fill your chest as you finally let go and fell from your schedule.

but it wasn’t funny and you were no longer having any fun the moment you discovered your situation was permanent and a forest had overgrown all roads and tracks out of this new found nightmare of yours.

“you think god's trying to teach us a lesson?” you looked up from your book seeing your friend maddie who had her lips pressed into a thin line, still trying to figure out this whole predicament.

even as this was a nightmare and you weren’t used to change, you found yourself leaning away from getting caught up in caring so much or getting too emotional about it. you figured you could be in worse situations and at least you were still alive.

“i don’t think it’s that deep,” you mumbled carelessly, flipping the page to your book, not sparing another glance to her till she stands up with a huff and grumble, clenching and unclenching her fists while exiting harry’s living room.

but then she felt herself flipping around, facing you and your slightly confused expression, “what’s your problem?”

you frowned a little deeper as she stood before you with her poised posture, seeming more angered than you had ever seen her, “what?-” you shared a look with harry who seemed just as lost as you did before she cut you off.

“because ever since we discovered we’re trapped here it seems like you couldn’t give a damn and it’s really pissing me off,” she exhaled roughly with her chest puffing in and out with air, like she had been waiting a long time to say this. “you’re not here for anyone and i haven’t heard you cry once either, y/n.”

“you want me.. you want me to cry?” you raised an eyebrow, slightly taken aback.

“yes, y/n, because i’m really close to thinking you’re a sociopath-”

“woah, woah, woah, maddie” harry shook his head with his lips deeply curved downwards, “shut up.”

“don’t tell me to ‘shut up’ harry.”

“don’t be a cunt, maddie,” he scoffs, looking at her as if she were a fool. his stare is harsh and she even slowly begins to feel like one with how hard and taunting his eyes are.

if harry had a skill in something, it'd be his way of looking down on people and making them feel his disgust and repulsion toward them. harry had to be one of the most arrogant people you had met, but at least his arrogance came in handy in situations where you needed defense.

"whatever, harry," she rolls her eyes at him, trying to push off the sickening feeling he pushed on to her. "you two deserve each other, especially if you're both enjoying this little vacation we were gifted."

harry sits in the grey chair maddie previously sat in, "you okay?"

"yeah, I'm good."

“you sure?”

you look up to him, finally meeting his dialed in expression that was genuine and curious to your well being.

strange.

it was things like this that gave you somewhat joy that you no longer had a schedule, that kept you from hating your new reality.

west ham turning upside down revealed a lot about your fellow classmates and even best friend’s character, as seen seconds ago. you couldn’t decipher whether or not you found joy in the fact of that, but right now, with harry sitting across from you and close to reach out to you, was something you knew you enjoyed.

before, in your tight knit schedule, harry didn’t fit in it. he was only a family friend you saw at birthdays and conjoined vacations since the beginning of your memory, but nothing more.

“yeah, i’m sure,” you pressed your lips into a thin line.

“i don’t think she understands people handle grief differently,” he looks sympathetic but drops any attempt to move closer with a reach of comfort upon realization that you were really fine.

“you think i’m in grief?”

he pauses, doesn’t look at you for a minute with silence as he narrows his eyebrows before looking up to meet your eyes, “i mean, aren’t we all?”

aren’t we all?

jesus, maybe you were a sociopath.

“i-uh-“

“y/n,” he stops you, shaking his hand. “when-when my father died, i didn’t think it was real. all these people came up to me, your parents, all would walk up, apologize, offer their condolences, but i never really understood. what was the big deal?—just a death, right?”

he offers an awkward smile with a glance through his eyelashes, before looking back to his carpet, “thing was, i didn’t realize that that death, was my fathers death—i mean i did, my body didn’t. i was in denial.”

silence. you both think about his words.

the way he spoke was really smart--it surprised you that it was him that they were coming from. not only did you start to enjoy his company, but his words...

“i shouldn’t have-“

“no,” you cut him from his potential regret in sharing. you knew that took a lot from him. “maybe you're right… or maybe maddie is. maybe i really am a sociopath.”

"y/n, that's an insane thing to say," he shakes his head, still looking down, but now at his hands as he begins to rub them together. "everyone handles grief differently," he repeats, "especially something like this; especially something that feels nowhere near real."

you stare at harry, blinking, while he stares back at you with a thin-lipped smile. you felt your chest tighten to an extreme as you continued to watch, thinking about his words that tumble around in your head. you somehow couldn't grasp it; the reassurance. but rather... you were more hung up on the matter that it was him saying such kind words to you.

everyone knew harry was the biggest asshole in west ham and he had no shame in it. everyone would call you a liar is you ever exposed the conversation; harry didn't have a nice bone in his body, so how was it that he had just created one of the nicest convos you had ever had with anyone?

your chest pulls into a ball even more. you feel like you can't breathe.

what was happening to you?

you hadn't felt a pang of sadness till now.

"you okay?"

you hate that question.

"yeah, i'm okay."

"you sure?" he's leaning towards you, his eyes prying.

you feel the pressure intensify, but this time around your eyes as if something had the need to be forced out.

fuck, not now.

"y/n, woah," he's quick to come closer to you, now kneeling before you with his hands on your face.

“i shouldn’t be crying-“

he shushes you as he tries his best to clear your face from the salty tears that begin to run down your cheeks like a hill. he smiles lightly to your embarrassment while shaking his head, “crying is fine.”

“i feel bad.”

“for what?”

“harry, i don’t even feel bad about them being gone,” you sniff, wiping your face from the wetness quickly. “i feel bad about you and your father and everything.”

“oh?” he seems caught off guard about this, taking a step back from your distraught stare. “why?”

you stare over at him with wide doe eyes, something that looks like fear for the matter of having to provide an explanation. you glance to the side, also leaning away from him, bracing yourself to answer. you feel even more choked up, like your throat had been clogged and stuffed with toilet paper--or whatever it was to help you not speak.

"my parents-" you sniff, wiping your nose with the back of your hand. "god, I hated my parents--so I'm not sorry that I'm not sad about something that is ultimately a blessing... but I am sorry that this has happened to you... all of you."

he stares. he feels as if he's about to explode.

"I'm sorry, harry--that you had to lose your father and your mother as fast as you did," you shake your head, "I'm sorry that you think that that's how I feel about my own parents."

why does he feel like this?

his hand is mid air, reaching to clasp his chest as if consoling his heart, but it doesn't goes as far to make contact.

he feels strange. he doesn't know how to cope with someone he has known for so long revealing what must have been the biggest burden on their shoulders, hidden in plain sight from him, as well as gushing about sympathy for him--he hates that.

as for the other thing; harry had known you since the beginning of time, he knew your parents since the beginning of time. you were both absorbed within the same lifestyle but the two of you were never anything more than acquaintances.

he found it strange that he could see your life so clearly like it was his own, but it seemed that was only the surface of a glass window that only you and your family allowed people to see.

"y/n, you're not a sociopath," he finally says, "sociopaths don't feel sympathy for other people. you're just in a difficult situation that no kid will understand because their parents are their heroes."

he pinches the bridge of his nose, finally looking up to you, "you also shouldn't feel bad for me."

you looked at him confused, urging him to explain.

"none of us are saints, y/n. somehow i think we all deserve this," he runs a hand down the front of his face. "you... you're just somehow better than the rest of us, this is a vacation god has granted you."

you stifle a laugh, shaking your head.

he smiles in return before dropping his face into a softer expression, reaching for your hand, "you good?"

"yeah, i'm good," you nod.

"good," he squeezes your hand. "enjoy heaven while you have it."