#harry sq

[neuerswaist]

Thanks bestie for the clip, it's nice to see H all goofy....

Don't worry it's alright.

anyways, here are some harry sq pictures for your viewing pleasure <3

[phemestial]

Harry² and the cosmos: a drabble (part 2)

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Whenever Harry looks at Mags, there’s a quiet pull, a force that stills him in his tracks. Mags is his the earth—steady, grounded, and unwavering, his silent gravity a balm to Harry’s restlessness. It’s absurd, Harry thinks, to feel so tethered, so drawn into Mags’ gravity when he’s spent his life chasing—goals, titles, an endless, blazing path forward. But then there’s Mags, and he feels himself caught, his orbit drawn tighter, compelled to circle closer with each passing day.

Mags doesn’t blaze or claim the spotlight; he’s a quiet, constant pull, felt even when not seen. Standing there, training gear crumpled and hair tousled, Mags is grounded as always. There’s a steadiness in him that pulls at Harry’s own restless nature, urging him to pause, to let the fierce burn in his chest settle. Harry finds himself drawn, his orbit narrowing, feeling the warmth of that familiar pull that says, stop running, stay here awhile.

It’s almost laughable, Harry realizes, that Mags doesn’t know this—doesn’t see himself as the center of Harry’s circling path. Mags thinks he’s the one reaching, always looking at Harry like he’s some distant star, forever moving, forever out of reach. But Harry knows the truth: he's the one who’s been caught in Mags’ quiet, unbreakable pull, the one who yearns to linger, to finally let himself belong.

Their eyes meet, and the noise around them fades into something distant. There’s a softness in Mags’ gaze, rich brown twinklikg in the afternoon sun, like he’s been waiting there all along. Harry doesn’t need to speak; every glance is its own silent orbit, his heart gravitating closer with each pass.

And as Mags smiles—a quiet, knowing smile—he feels it, that unbreakable pull, as if he’s found his way home, here in Mags’ gentle hold, the earth to his comet, solid and constant. And Harry can't help but to yield, letting himself fall into Mags' chest, carving a home right next to his heart, teeth aching with a need so overwhelming it burns him entirely.

I'm here, I'm yours.

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[phemestial]

Harry² and the cosmos: a drabble

Whenever Mags sees Harry, the world seems to tilt, breath caught somewhere between the inhale and the exhale. It’s absurd, he knows—being a professional and all—but he can’t fight it, not when Harry lingers like a comet, streaking bright and unforgettable through the expanse of his life.

Harry's never meant to stay. He’s meant to blaze brilliantly and disappear into the horizon, leaving only the memory of light behind. And yet, here he is, lingering, orbiting closer, even with the distance that pulls them apart—stadiums, matches, lives that run parallel but never quite meet.

Maguire can’t stop the yearning that settles heavy in his chest, a longing like the pull of the tides to the moon. Harry stands there, talking to the staff, his presence commanding and warm, drawing everyone in without effort. It feels like a constant ache, watching Harry like this, close enough to touch yet impossibly far—like reaching for a star with nothing but outstretched hands and fragile hope.

But Harry, damn him, turns his head just slightly, catching Mags' gaze. And for a moment, everything else—the noise, the distance, the world—fades away. There’s a softness in Harry’s eyes, a familiarity that feels like home, and Maguire can’t help but drown in it.

He doesn’t speak; he never needs to. Not with Harry. The longing is woven into every glance, every moment that stretches too long, every smile that lingers as if to say, stay, stay, stay.

And in that instant, as Harry’s lips curve into a small, knowing smile, Mags can’t help but feel like maybe, just maybe, his comet has found its way back to him. Even if only for now.

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bringing this back bc its relevant to my blog