#harry blurb request

[glitterguru]

I has a sad Haley :'( and I normally come here to feel better. A good friend of mine passed away due to blood cancer. #FUCKCANCER. (Sorry for swearing), but I was wondering if you could write a blurb where Harry comes with me to the funeral, consoling me. Sorry if this is morbid

It was not a morbid request, just sad. I’m so very sorry to hear about your friend. Sorry that you have to know the pain that comes with losing someone you love. I know the mark that pain leaves on your heart, so please, don’t hesitate to come to me in the future, if you ever need someone to listen. I’m also sorry that I wasn’t able to write this until now, but I hope it’s what you were wishing for. x ————-

It was quiet as you rode in the passengers seat of Harry’s car. Too quiet, you thought. Your gaze drifted out the window, a few sprinkles falling from the greying sky, now tapping a light rhythm against the glass. You watched the world roll past, the trees and other cars all blurring together as you drove down the unfamiliar street. Your mind felt tired. Your eyes still felt raw from crying the night you’d gotten the phone call. The night your world suddenly cracked. The night your friend passed away— fighting the last of a terrible battle with cancer, until there was no more fight left. A single tear escaped down your cheek, but you brushed it away as Harry’s tender grasp came to rest on your bare thigh. He rubbed his thumb gently across the skin exposed beneath the black dress you wore. He didn’t say anything. He didn’t have to. There weren’t any words that could take the pain away. No words that could bring your friend back to you. But knowing he was there— having him beside you for this day— made your heart feel like it stood a chance at being whole again, someday. You peered back at him, his emerald eyes mirroring the pain he saw on your face. His lips pressed into a forced smile before quickly returning his attention back to the road ahead. You approached the cemetery then. Saw the cars lining the road— so many people had come to pay their respects. The leaves were a beautiful shade of green, a tiny sliver of sunlight finally breaking through the cover of clouds just as the ceremony commenced. You stood beside Harry, body leaning into his lean torso for support as you watched them lower your friend into the ground. The tears hung heavy in your eyes—unshed—trapped within the mascara coated lashes beneath your reddened eyes. Harry tightened his grip on your waist, turning your body for you to bury your face into his chest. “I’m so sorry, love.” His voice was a broken whisper, trying his best to hold back his emotion while he held you close. “I love you, so much,” he murmured, lips pressing to the top of your head while you stained his shirt with fresh tears. You inhaled deeply, committing the sweet scent of Harry to memory. Eyes squeezed tight, you fought to remember all the beautiful memories you’d shared with your friend, grateful to have known the amazing person they always were. You clung to your tall boyfriend, allowing him to hold your broken pieces together with his capable and consoling arms while you silently cursed the universe for the Cancer that stole your friend’s youth.

[glitterguru]

making a blanket fort with harry!!

For you, love. Enjoy! x ————————-

"Harry! I’m home," you called out from the front entry while kicking the shoes from your feet. "Are you here?" You once again spoke to the silence of the house, taking the two paper bags full of groceries to the kitchen. Dropping them on the counter, you walked through to the living room. With a quizzical look on your face you you stopped in the doorway. "What the heck are you doing?" Your voice caught him off guard, causing Harry to drop the pile of blankets stacked haphazardly in his lanky arms. "Geez!" He muttered, green eyes wide, "don’t sneak up on a person like that." You chuckled, glancing around the messy room before you. "What is all this?" You asked again, gesturing to the various DVDs, blankets, pillows, and array of other objects he’d dragged into the cozy living room. Harry’s face lit up like a Christmas tree, a playful smile in place on his lips when he gathered the blankets he’d previously been carrying. "Let’s be kids again," he stated. Walking over to the sofa, he dropped the supplies onto the soft cushions. Peering over at you, he smiled warmly. "I wanna make a blanket fort with you," he said, wiggling his fingers in invitation for you to join him, "I’m only home for a few more days, and I wanna pretend the rest of the world doesn’t exist for a while. I just want it to be you, and me, and the cozy fort made of blankets I’m going to build." Sitting down beside him you giggled softly at his request. He instantly wrapped his arms around your waist, drawing you in closer. With a kiss to your temple, he whispered playfully, "y’know… we can do adult things in our fort too." Turning in his embrace, you swung your legs over his lap to straddle him. Pushing the long hair from his forehead you kiss him softly on the lips. "Well then," you murmured slyly against his lips, "it’s a good thing I bought that can of whip cream at the store."

[glitterguru]

Hey can you do a Harry blurb for me where you're best friends and you're walking around in the snow near a lake after a day of sledding and snowball fights and he kisses you all of the sudden? Please this would make my day:)

ANONYMOUS: “Okay first off, I absolutely LOVE your account!! Second can I have a hot chocolate first date with harry blurb ? Thanks lovely!”

———————-I decided these 2 requests went well together, so I combined them into this one blurb. :) Enjoy! xx (P.S. I apologize for how long it’s taken me to write these blurbs- I’ve had so many requests sitting in my ask box, waiting for ages to be written.)

* * * * * Evidence of every step you took imprinted in the snow crunching beneath your feet. The winter air was chilly against your face as you walked alongside the frozen lake, located in the center of your hometown. Gripping the paper cup full of steaming hot chocolate tighter in your grasp, you glanced over at your best friend walking beside you. Harry had a serious look on his face, like he was lost in deep thought. You studied the wrinkles forming in his forehead, and memorized the lines and shapes of his downturned lips. His long, curly hair was poking out a odd angles beneath the beanie he wore, and his cheeks were rosy from the cold. Somehow these conditions made him look like the young Harry you’d grown up with. The rockstar image, and his slightly mysterious edges softened by the winter that surrounded you both. “Why so serious?” you asked, nudging him playfully with your shoulder. His gaze flicked momentarily to you, smiling when he saw the smirk on your face. “Nothing really, just thinking, I guess,” he murmured, shrugging his broad shoulders noncommittally. “About..?” you pried, taking a sip of your cocoa. You watched him over the rim of your cup, noting the shift in his posture. Quirking a single eyebrow at him, you urged him to keep talking, causing him to chuckle. His emerald eyes lit up so brightly for a moment, the light reaching the depths of his enticing irises. He stopped, turning his whole body to face you. Each of his steady breaths left fading puffs in the air in front of you. He kicked the powdery snow with the toe of his suede boot, training his gaze on the ground instead of on your watching face. “It felt like old times today, with you,” he said finally, his voice quiet, but still serious, “playing in the snow like a couple of kids again. It was nice.” You nodded, “it was fun.” “I’ve missed spending time with you.” He looked up at you after that sentence, gauging your reaction, and finding a smile still in place on your lips. “Being back has reminded me of all the things I’ve missed. All the people I’ve missed.” You knew he meant you. The pair of you didn’t get many chances to talk on a regular basis. Tour kept him busy of course, and life in general kept you on a pretty tight schedule of your own. “I’ve missed you too, Harry,” you answered thoughtfully. But you could see in the creases of his forehead that there was more to this conversation than just nostalgia. “I just…” he started, weighing his words while taking a half step closer to you. His body language was hard to read. Shoulders slumped forward, the pea-coat he wore somehow making his torso appear even lankier than usual. “I hate all this coming and going,” he continued, “the short lived hellos, always followed by painful goodbyes. It— it’s hard. Frankly, it sucks. And I keep finding myself wishing I didn’t have to keep saying goodbye, to you.” Your heart beat faster. What was he getting at here? His vagueness was making you feel anxious. Before you knew it, his cold fingertips were holding your cheek, letting it rest gently against the palm of his large hand. “I love you, Y/N,” he whispered on a slow breath just as his lips pressed ever so carefully to yours.

[glitterguru]

LoooooOooooove your writing! Just wow! Could you please write an imagine where Harry's dating y/n who's a very smart scientist and he attends one of her lectures?? X

Awww, you are too sweet. Thank you so much, doll! :) xx Hope you like it! 

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She looked so at ease up there on that stage. Commanding the room with no hesitation, she was a total natural at public speaking. All eyes were trained on her as she spoke of her most recent experiments. There were so many terms I didn’t know the meaning of, and I made at least a dozen mental notes of words to google later. But the best part of listening to her speak was watching the way her eyes lit up with passion. She was doing what she loved to do, and it showed in her smile, and in her posture. She looked excited, confident. It was sexy as hell for me to watch, and all I could think to myself was, how lucky I was that a girl like her, fell for a guy like me. She finished her impressive speech, ending with a sweet, “thank you all so much for coming today.” Applauding with the rest of the crowd, I let out a soft whistle. Her head spun to face the direction of my cheers, and I saw her face turn a soft shade of red. I loved to see her cheeks flush, knowing I still had the ability to make her blush. Standing, I slowly made my way around to the side of the stage where she stood talking with a few of her colleagues. The second her eyes landed on me, her face broke into a wide grin, and she immediately excused herself from the gathering group. Opening my arms up wide, she rushed into my hug. Holding her tight, I kissed the top of her hair. “You were brilliant, love. Truly,” I whispered, keeping my voice soft, making our conversation a secret, “you’re so damn sexy when you talk scientifically.” She pulled away, swatting my chest in a playful manor before sealing her lips over mine in one soft kiss. “Thank you for coming, Harry. It means the world to me,” she murmured, smiling brightly, and pushing the curls back off my forehead. “I wouldn’t have missed this for anything,” I hummed, kissing her once more.

[glitterguru]

Okay, so here's my request idea (and you can text me if you need more deets) but I was reading the second part of your Niall mini series, specifically the part where Niall and Harry are having their little chat outside, from the way Harry was talking it made him seem like he had had a similar type of experience to Niall's. So I thought MAYBE you could write a blurb for me about Harry and HIS experience with a girl he met (me specifically)...

(request continued… multiple times when they stayed for several days in a specific area, and how he fell for her and started to get to know her, but when they had to pack up and leave he didn’t know when he was going to be able to see her again, and that’s what he’s alluding to when he’s talking to Niall… Does that make sense At ALL? Or does it just sound like rambling?)

For my best friend, as a tiny token of my love and appreciation for your daily encouragement & endless support in me! I love you, Arielle! xxx

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(His P.O.V.)

“Are you alright?” I asked from the doorway as I slid myself down the wall, sitting next to Niall on the cold ground. “Sorry. I just– I needed some fresh air.” Niall turned his head in my direction. I furrowed my eyebrows concernedly at him and asked, “What happened back there?” I could tell he was racking his brain for answers that he didn’t quite have. “I dunno. I can’t explain this feeling,” he muttered finally,kneading his hands together in his lap, “it’s this girl.” I chuckled thoughtfully, lazily pushing the sweaty hair back off my forehead. “Isn’t it always, mate?” Niall couldn’t help but smirk, nudging me with his shoulder, “It’s different this time, Harry” he uttered, shrugging halfheartedly as an unspoken reasoning, “she’s different. There’s just something special about this girl, and all I want is a chance to know her better.” He stopped, looking up at the blackened sky overhead, “I dunno. That probably sounds dumb.” I shook my head, my own gaze reaching up to the star filled sky. “Nah,” I muttered, shifting beside him, “I get it. Sometimes all this meeting and disappearing gets old. Frustrating. You can’t help but want something more. Something lasting. Hell, something real.” I pinched my bottom lip between my thumb and forefinger, mind racing with my own thoughts. With my own memories. I could see her face as if I’d only just seen her in the other room, minutes ago. I could see her smile, and hear the way her hearty laugh rang effortlessly from her smooth lips. I could picture her beside me, and the countless moments we’d shared together that summer. I remember every second so vividly, and I swear it plays on an endless loop in my mind, haunting my nights with bittersweet memories. Drowning my thoughts in all the moments shared, and in everything we never got the chance to. It was a big city, and the thought of meeting someone had never even crossed my mind, let alone the possibility of finding something so real. But the second we met, and the instant she flashed me that warm smile of hers, I knew she was a game changer. I’d spent every free minute with her, and the times when we were apart, I filled those minutes with thoughts of her. It was a summer romance that belonged within the pages of a classic novel. We were living in our own secret romance, just savoring every second of time like it was our last. It was thrilling, and unnerving in the best way possible, and I wouldn’t have traded it for anything. But the part that I still think about most often, is the moment we said goodbye. There had been silent tears in her eyes as she tried not to cry. As we both tried to hold on to something that was slowly slipping away, whether we wanted it to or not. And as I kissed those blush pink lips for the last time, I finally understood what it felt like to have a broken heart. I shook my head, clearing away the memories, and shoving them back in their dusty corner of my brain. “We’re only human after all,” I stated sadly, patting Niall on the shoulder before excusing myself.

[glitterguru]

I love your writing! And you're a babe! How about girl (me) and whichever guy (Harry) in Paris for a weekend... Just a thought ;)

Anything for you, babe! xx (Thanks for always being so sweet to me!) 

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Bustling through the hotel room door, you instantly dropped your luggage at your feet as you scurried over to the balcony door. Stepping out onto the small pad of concrete overlooking the city of Paris, the cool summer air instantly kissed your face. Eyes scanning every inch of the breathtaking view before you, you let out an excited breath. “Harry, you have to come look,” you called over your shoulder, “this view is incredible.” Silently, Harry shuffled out onto the small terrace, emerald eyes trained only on you. “Trust me love, I’m looking at the view right now,” he purred, voice deep and lustful in your ear as he snaked his arms seamlessly around your waist. He held your body close to his, your back pressed flush to his hips as his lips found their way to the curve of your shoulder. His long fingers brushed the hair back off your neck, lips making quick work of colliding with your porcelain skin. He took one slow, hungry breath through his nose, drinking in that sweet scent of shampoo as it mingled with your perfume. Leaving a row of tender kisses, he created a roadmap along your body, his lips setting your skin alight with desire and longing. The friction was unbearable as he rotated his pelvis against your bum. His movements were relentless, and showing no signs of surrendering as he continued his leisurely attack on your neck, biting and sucking the sensitive skin behind your ear. Reaching your hands above your head, your fingers found their way into his soft curls as an unwarranted moan of his name escaped your parted lips. “Harry…” you sighed, breathing becoming increasingly more ragged with every touch of his calloused fingertips, and every collision of his pouty pink lips. “Hmmm,” he moaned, lips never parting from any surface of your skin. His hands roamed over every curve of your body. He’d long since memorized every inch of you, knowing all the ways of pleasing you. “I thought we came to Paris for an adventure,” you managed to speak, voice coming out weaker than anticipated as he slowly led you back into the charming room. He steered you blindly toward the bed, hands guiding you to the king-sized mattress, and within seconds his toned body held you pinned beneath him, aching for more. His movements were rushed and sloppy while he worked his fingers beneath your shirt. As his lips roamed over yours, you felt him smile just before he whispered, “you’re right, babe. We should go see the city.” Just as quickly as he’d come, he was gone, moving in the direction of the door as you lay a desperate and panting mess.

[glitterguru]

Hey! Can I have a really cute Harry blurb please? I don't care what about, I know it's going to be perfect anyways :)))

For you, beautiful Beth… I truly hope you enjoy this one!! xx 

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You swiveled your hips from side to side, glancing at your reflection in the mirror from every angle. Scowling disappointedly, you chewed on your bottom lip. You arched your back, cocked your left hip. You pulled your hair into a makeshift ponytail, assessing your features briefly before once again letting your soft locks fall around your shoulders. Tucking the long strands of hair neatly behind each ear, you strolled silently into the living room where Harry sat watching TV from the worn couch cushions. “Harry?” you murmured softly, earning your boyfriend’s attention in an instant. “Hmm? What is it love?” he asked in that low, sultry accent of his, turning to face you. “What do you think of this outfit?” you asked, tugging on the black fabric of your skirt. “Looks fine to me,” he stated, offering you a small smile. You let out a sad sigh, eyes shifting to the carpet beneath your bare feet. “Only fine?” you mumbled, once again tugging your lip between your teeth anxiously, now fiddling with the button down top you wore, “I want to look more than fine. It’s my first day tomorrow, and I don’t want to look stupid.” Harry pushed a hand through his chocolate curls, raking them back off his forehead. His free hand pinched his lips as he searched for the proper words. “You look really good, love,” he answered finally. Your shoulders fell slightly, and you shook your head as you retreated back to the bedroom. This time it was Harry’s turn to sigh. More than anything, he hated to disappoint you, but he truly didn’t understand why you were unable to see the beautiful girl he saw when looking at you. The girl he’d grown so accustomed to waking up to each morning. The girl with the sweet smile, and the skin he swore was carved from porcelain. The girl who had stolen his heart, and who he would do absolutely anything to see smile. He followed quickly after you, meeting your gaze as he entered the spacious bedroom. “You look more than fine, babe. You look beautiful, stunning, gorgeous. Perfect,” his eyes never left yours as he crossed the room to where you stood. He gently removed the sweater you held tightly in your small grasp, replacing the warm material with his toned chest as he splayed your hands over his steadily beating heart. He looped his long, slender fingers around your waist, drawing you into his strong embrace as he walked you both back to the bed. “Absolutely perfect,” he hummed quieter this time. His words a whisper of his love as he placed a careful, sweet kiss to your lips. 

[glitterguru]

Can you do a harry blurb where you're recording a song in the studio on the piano and he like comes in and you don't notice and you write the rest? Sorry if I'm bugging you, I just had a bit of a bad day and this would cheer me up... Anyway, I love your blog and you're writing! (Oh! The song can be "be free" by birdy! It's an amazing song. Listen to it)

Hello love, I just wanted to say that I know what it’s like to have bad days. And I also know that when a friend reaches out, or does something sweet for me, it automatically helps make me feel better. So, I wanted to write this one right way, in hopes of brightening your day even the lightest! :) xx (P.s. I hope it’s alright that I added to the storyline a bit… giving it a bit of drama & love!) Enjoy, my sweet & stay strong!! All my love ~GlitterGuru 

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The room was peacefully quiet, aside from the sweet tune of piano made by the rhythm of your fingers. As your fingers danced skillfully across the sleek keys, a microphone sat in front of you, recording the new song you’d been working on as of late. Eyes closed, you threw yourself into the song, engrossed in the sad melody you played. "You said you love me, but my heart still says we’re through…" your desperate voice rang strong throughout the intimate room, filling it corner to corner with the immense emotion you’d been harboring for so long. "And because I love you, baby I have to let you be, so be free…" you sang on, all the while oblivious to the fact that Harry had slipped silently into the studio. He remained quiet, watching you through the glass wall behind the soundboard, keeping himself shrouded in the shadows of the dimply lit room. He felt the emotion dripping from each lyric, hurt and disappointment etched upon every word you sang. Every note you played. He ran a hand absentmindedly though his tousled brown curls, green eyes studying your body language. The way your fingers moved gracefully along the piano showed him the passion with which you pursued your music, but the shakiness in your voice told him you were in pain. Then, as you finished writing the last line in the melancholy tune, Harry saw a single tear slip from your eye, and fall to your stilling hands. Within seconds he pushed through the door to where you sat, crying into your hands on the piano bench. He slid himself in beside you, one long arm falling protectively around your narrow shoulders. His slender fingers curled around your bicep, thumb stroking delicately against your warm skin. “Who is it about?” he whispered hesitantly, training his gaze on your tear stained face. You didn’t respond, only shaking your head the slightest. “It’s about him,” Harry continued, jaw tightening with just the thought of your boyfriend, “isn’t it?” You chewed your lower lip, tugging it tightly between your teeth for comfort. “Harry, I–” you started, trying to find the words to explain the tightness in your chest, “he’s all I have, Harry.” You spoke on a quiet breath, feeling more vulnerable than ever before. At these words Harry rose, this time he shook his head, refusing your answer. “No,” he growled, anger bubbling inside of him, “No he isn’t, (Y/N). Don’t you see?” He paced in front of the piano, knotting his fingers gruffly in his hair. You eyed him nervously, fully aware of how bitter he was toward your long time boyfriend. Finally, he sat beside you again, this time hooking his fingers under your chin, leveling his intense gaze with yours. “Don’t you see,” he repeated softly, gentler this time, “don’t you see that I’m right here? That I’ve loved you my whole life? That I’ve sat in agony watching you throw your life away with that asshole. Time after time I’ve watched you get hurt. Time after time I’ve tried to show you what you mean to me.” His emerald eyes were sad, the light that usually filled them was replaced with his own hurt. “What will it take for you to see that I’m always right here for you?” You opened your mouth to protest his pleas, never understanding why he bothered with you, but he quickly pressed his lips to yours. A kiss like no other, more devotion conveyed through the action than any words could ever behold.