#harry talk

[breefarrow]

Coworker 1: Is harry with someone?

Coworker 2/3 who are harry fans: No he's single!

Me a chronically online stan: Trying to stay 🤐 on this topic while in the break room with them bc ITS SO CLEAR HE IS IN A LONG TERM RELATIONSHIP WITH SOMEONE AND IT'S MORE THAN LIKELY A MAN but hey at least they didn't say zoey

[secret-rendezvous1d]

So that pic of H in a cafe in Paris - imagine him, the missus and little bubs in a high chair enjoying just a bite to eat and bubs just making hand gestures for more food that Harry is helping her with 🥺

i wanna experience paris with harry :(((( changed a little but still the same, kind of.

the weather was warm and the sunshine gave a flush feeling upon her bare ankles as it peeked just beneath the awning of the quaint little parisian cafe hidden down the alley beside their hotel.

the faint sounds of passing traffic filled the silence, the dinging of the bells on a cyclists bike as they cycled by on the quiet street she was overlooking from the window seat she had chosen to perch down at.

the smell of baked goods filled the air and made yn's stomach rumble low in her belly as she waiting for harry to come back with the tray of coffees and cakes.

people were passing by and she could see that they'd realised herself, and harry, were on a wander around the city. she could hear the gentle whispers and the cooing as fans watched harry kiss the head of the little newborn baby girl, who was strapped to his front in the papoose he'd insisted on trying out for once, at the counter of the cafe.

she smiles at those who smile at her, waves to the ones who wave at her, but she never lifts herself from her seat in hopes that they would understand they were having a moment to themselves, as a family, before he was back to the work, on stage, that evening for his paris show. that the small number of people that were queuing up to see him outside of the coffee shop, no doubt, were going to. her phone becoming something of a distraction as she waited for harry to pay up at the till.

"chocolate croissant and a hot mocha for my lady," he hums softly, not to disturb the settled (but still wide-awake) baby pressed to his chest and taking in the surroundings that she could see, "and a tart for myself. their iced coffees are good here, didn't fancy one?"

"haven't had a mocha in a long while, tickled my fancy when i saw it on the board outside," yn grins, helping take the tray from his hands so he could sit down comfortably, and she can tell he's trying to not notice the fans but she knows the excited feeling they're experiencing, "it's okay, h."

he acknowledges those who had come to see him, says hello, but politely declines to have photos taken as he just wanted to spend his afternoon not being followed or photographed with his little family. and soon after, they leave. smiling widely at just even seeing him in the moment of his downtime life.

"i know it's not something you enjoy but, they were sweet," yn smiles, watching as the girls gush to each other about what they'd all just experienced. his eyes were just focused on his little baby - someone, out of the three of them, who had no idea who he was in the public eye and was just her dad. "it's okay to deal with it like that. i know you. you feel guilty you haven't people pleased."

"shut up," he snorts softly, a smile on his lips, situating himself in his seat and pressing a kiss to seff's soft tufts of hair, "i'm forever thankful for what they've given me but, at the moment, time and a place. i'm with you, i'm with seff, i'm happy and i just want to experience it with you. not everyday we get to be in paris, the three of us, drinking coffees and eating french pastries."

"you're such a soppy bugger," she giggles, "but you're my soppy bugger."

"always," he smirks, lifting up the plastic cup fills to the brim with his iced coffee, taking a sip through the straw and swallowing it, the ice cold on his teeth but the caffeine almost instantly coursing through his body, "happy with your mocha or? i see you eyeing this up."

"i might get one to go," she nods, taking a sip from her cup, "it's a good mocha, too. good coffee all round." xx

[matildashoney]

coachella

okay, well. this was sent to me by a friend and i had to write it. i'm not even sorry. minors i swear to harry do not interact with this post! rated: very much r spare feedback, pretty please.

Harry didn’t realize how filthy she could be until now.

Until he’s standing in front of her in their bedroom of their rented house in Coachella Valley, and she’s standing at the edge of their bed with only his fur coat and his favorite heels, her body naked and bare from any other accessories. He’s imagined things like this with her, let that be in his filthiest daydreams, but the sight of her in his Gucci coat, standing there waiting for him, is almost too much to handle. It's twisted and filthy and everything he’s ever dreamt about with her, especially since they began dating. He’s mentioned it once or twice, saying that he wants to fuck her in one of his cardigans or jackets, just to experience it one time with her, but that didn’t mean he thought it would happen, he didn’t think he would be like this.

“God, baby, you look,” Harry says, tossing his belongings on the dresser and walking towards her, his smile growing wider as she walks towards him and opens her arms slightly, giving him a clear view of everything he’s wanted to see since she was dancing in the crowd with their friends in a tight little shirt and shorts, leaving everything and nothing to his imagination. He stalks forward, his hands sliding around her waist and his mouth immediately attaching to hers, whispering against her lips, “absolutely amazing.”

“Hm, yeah? You like seeing me like this?” she teases, circling her arms around his shoulders, and basking in the way he kisses her, his mouth heavy and hot against hers. His hands glide along her skin, squeezing her backside and bringing her closer to his chest, his teeth nipping at her bottom lip as he pulls away from her slightly, just enough to whisper something about needing her on the bed before she’s back to teasing him. “Need me that badly, huh?”

“Need you so badly, love,” he says, smacking her cheek harshly and smirking when she leans further into his touch, moaning at the sting on her skin. “Know you need me, too.”

Harry’s right on that one. She needs him. It’s evident in her eyes and the way she’s clinging to his body, in this very moment, the way she’s kissing him, and her hands are coasting down his front, undoing his jeans and shoving his sweater above his head. He’s naked in seconds, and his hands are everywhere on her body, grabbing her chest and her hips and moving her back to the bed where she falls back lightly on the mattress. There’s a thin layer of sweat collecting on her forehead from the jacket, and he knows they’re only about to get even hotter, between the air outside and the heat in their bedroom, but he can’t help but want to see the way the feathers stick to her skin.

“Leave the jacket on for me, baby,” Harry tells her, his mouth chasing down her skin and biting into her chest, a hickey left bright and red on her breast as she pants and nods furiously. She would do anything he told her to when he’s like this, when he’s using those magic lips across her skin. “I’ve been waiting all day to taste you.”

“Taste me, then,” she moans, dropping her head back to the mattress and peering down at him through hooded lids, gasping when he meets her stare and spits directly onto her core, his tongue lapping at her arousal as his head sinks further between her thighs. “Fuck.”

Harry knows what he’s good at, and if it’s one thing that he knows, he can get her off in a matter of minutes.

His lips are wrapped around her clit, suckling at the nerves that make her legs shake in his grasp, and his fingers are thrusting inside of her core at a rate that makes her mind swirl and her jaw drop. Her hands are grappling at his hair, pulling and tugging to tell him his praises, and her legs are shaking on his shoulders, her orgasm drawing near by the second and the humming vibrations coming from his mouth are only making it more impressive.

Harry quickly stops before she can cum, the immediate whine that leaves her throat and the deadly eyes that glare at him making him smirk with pride. He knows exactly what he does to her, and it makes him proud – he’s the only one that can do that for her; that she chose him to do that for her. “Tell me you’re kidding,” she whines, and Harry chuckles to himself, climbing up the bed and slotting himself between her legs, his cock hard between his thighs and ready to feel her around him.

“Want to cum with you around me,” Harry whispers daringly, kissing her lips to prevent her from answering too quickly. “Just a thought.”

“Just a thought,” she repeats, shaking her head with a smirk, “You’ve certainly been thinking about this, huh?”

“Maybe a time or two,” he confesses with a breathy laugh, dropping his head to her shoulder and taking a breath in, waiting for her response. He needs to be inside her soon, otherwise he might explode. He’s been holding out for too long – most of the day, if he’s honest – and the thought of feeling her around him is almost too much to bear.

“Cum inside me,” she whispers after a moment, making her decision and spreading her legs a big wider to accommodate him between them. Her hand takes his cock and pumps his shaft a few times before lining him up at her core, her eyes fluttering shut when he finally sinks inside of her.

“Are you sure?”

“Fuck,” she breathes out, her fingers gripping at his biceps as he thrusts as a frustratingly slow pace, “yes, but only if you move faster.” Harry laughs at the commentary and nods, picking up the pace of his thrusts and swiveling his hips the way he knows she loves and the way that makes her feel good, that hits the right spots and makes her eyes roll to the back of her head. He’s rough in the right ways, one hand moving to sit around her neck and squeeze just enough to make her breathily say, “Oh fuck.”

Harry’s just right for her, she thinks to herself, feeling the way her body clenches around him and he never fails to keep moving, to keep hitting the deepest spot inside of her that makes her whole body shake. Her nails dig into his arms, her core clenching around his cock, and he thinks that nothing could be more perfect than this, the way this feels, and the sensation that is making him want to orgasm on the spot.

"Fuck, I'm about to cum,” Harry grunts in her ear, feeling the way her orgasm spills all over him mid-thrust, and he knows he’s done for and there’s nothing that’s going to feel as good as this, right now.

“Come on, baby,” she breathes out tiredly, laying back against the mattress and sinking into the coat wrapped around her, sweat collecting all over her forehead and her hairline, her body warm and sticky to the touch. “You’re so fucking good.”

Harry can’t hold back any longer when she praises him, spilling into her and holding himself above her on shaky forearms, feeling the weight of his body on top of her as her legs wrap around his waist and bring him closer. He smiles at her, kissing her cheeks and finding his way to her mouth, muttering a quiet, “I love you,” before leaning back to look at her.

“Fulfill the fantasy, now?”

Harry laughs, “Mhm, very much so. Thank you.”

“How the hell did you wear this thing on stage? It’s ridiculously hot in here.”

“I wasn’t getting fucked on stage. Not as hot, then. Now, was I?”

[floralsandgucci]

So I did something.. TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK.

Harry Styles is the UK’s mafia boss. Everyone and anyone is scared of him, men want to be and kids run from him.

Some mafia bosses outside of the UK know of the name and want him killed, others want to befriend him. Harry? He doesn’t give a shit what people think. He’s here to do one thing, and one thing only.

Make money and be successful.

That was until he met Y/N. The cute florist who he met by chance one day whilst he went to pick flowers up for his mothers birthday. She loves sunflowers.

“Excuse me, pick up for Styles.” The brunette announces whilst tapping the bell on the wooden desk.

Ding

“Coming! Just a sec, I’ll grab them.” Y/N announces whilst tidying the back office. She picks up the bouquet of sunflowers and walks over to the desk, admiring the flowers making sure they’re perfect.

“Here they a-.” She looks up after putting the case on the desk and stops in her tracks.

He’s beautiful.

“Cat got your tongue?” Harry smirks.

[nextdoorharry]

imaaaaagine a world like that..can you?

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in which you and harry are exes, but still remain good friends when you’re always there for each other. both of you can’t help but reminisce…in your head.

a/n: super sorry i haven’t written in FOREVER!! been crazy busy with school (still am) and i will get back to the writing grind when i’m not as busy, with that being said this is just a quick thing i was thinking of. also, no hate to olivia and harry’s relationship at all. pr or not, both deserve respect and anything written in this piece is solely for writing purposes only. no hate will be tolerated toward an individual. we’re all human.

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it happened when you were on your way home from dinner with your friends. a call from harry. this wasn’t out of the ordinary for harry to call you, being exes and all. you both apologized after the breakup and agreed that you both couldn’t let 5 years of love, being close with each other’s families, and a pet cat all go to waste. you agreed upon being friends with him. still hang out here and there after the breakup, acting all platonic. you can’t help but have a glimmer of hope its a call wanting to start a relationship again.

“hello?” you said, one hand on the wheel, other holding your phone.

“hi love, sorry s’a bit late, was wondering if i can come over. it’s about olivia.” harry says. still sending you butterflies when he said the simple yet warming term of endearment. but once he said olivia, your heart dropped.

she’s beautiful, confident, and makes your harry happy from what the tabloids portray. the last time you and harry spoke was before he went off to LA, filming for don’t worry darling, a movie his new lover produced. still a few texts since then like “happy birthday!” “congrats on the grammy,” or “how’s the cat?” you two always saved catching up for in person. it was just your thing you kept during the 5 year relationship and after. it keeps things more meaningful at the time, rather than texting or quick phone calls.

“ah, olivia. isn’t she my replacement?” you teased while laughing. you hear a burst of giggles from the other end of the line. god you missed hearing that everyday.

harry on the other end of the line, heart aches a bit hearing you say that. no one could ever replace you. ever. you are so special to him. if only it wasn’t for his team making it difficult for him to ease down on touring for a bit for you. you asked for one thing from harry, which was to start settling down. you both were only getting older and the talks of marriage and kids were frequently becoming the topic of discussion with family. a year and some after the breakup, which happened to be during quarantine, where he had so much time on his hands without you, he reflected on what could’ve been and how stupid he was for letting you go. you were always so patient with him. going to his shows, god awful dinner parties with industry people, changing your work schedule just to fit into his. you asked for one thing. and instead of fighting for you with his team, he instead sided with them, and let you go.

teasing not dying down, harry goes, “someone keeps up with me in the tabloids, eh?”

it’s the fact that he’s not wrong. you remember that tabloid very well. when the first pictures of harry and olivia came out in an article titled, “harry styles and olivia wilde new romance? is y/n replaced?”

your heart was hurting.

“of course i am. keep having to make sure my name is finally out their mouths.” you joke. “i’ll be home in about 15 minutes if that’s okay?”

-

you pull into the driveway already seeing harry sitting on your porch chair. he waves at you and you get out of the car, walking up to him. he stands up and greets you with a bear hug.

“missed you, y’look nice. where’d ya head out to?” he asked, hoping and praying you weren’t out on a date looking like that. he knows you only wear a red lip when its date night. his mind filled with jealousy at the thought of you with someone else. whereas he has no right being there are pictures of him kissing, cuddling, and whispering to olivia on a yacht in italy. all for the cameras. his stomach turns. that was supposed to be you and him. on a yacht on italy. except leaving the display of affection for the bedroom.

“on a date” you say blatantly.

his heart drops. and lets you go from the hug. lying through his teeth he says, “ah really? happy for ya, you have to tell me about it, hope it was with a good bloke.” he says lightly.

“i’m kiddingg, was out for dinner with friends. mel got engaged by the way! was celebratory dinner for her.” you say, unlocking the door, letting harry in.

harry sighs in relief. “that’s good! m’happy for her, pass on my congratulations.” harry follows you into your kitchen, sitting down on the counter stool, watching you making his favorite “calm down” drink, loving that you remembered how he likes it. he didn’t even have to ask you to make it. you just know its what he needs right now. he can’t help but ponder that it should have been you. it should be your friends out for your celebratory dinner for your engagement with him.

you pass him his tea, knowing he’ll only take a few sips of it yet keep it in his hold for warmth. you were on the other side of the counter across from him, making a mini cheeseboard you two can snack on while talking.

“so..what happened?” you ask, heart not ready if you can handle what he’s about to say about his new lover.

“s’just so complicated. originally it was supposed to be a pr stunt for the movie. but now i don’t know how the pr team messed up so badly but they did. no one is really believing it. everything was executed poorly. it sucks because it’s her team conducting everything which means i barely have a say in it. i look like the bad guy being portrayed as a home wrecker, and she’s not doing anything about it! s’like she’s enjoying it. the kissing, the night outs, etc. she knows that if my team did have a say, it would have been over a while ago.” he breathes out. he’s been wanting to rant to someone for so long about this. he also just wants you to know that he’s not into her. it’s all for show. he’s still all about you. he wants to make that crystal clear.

you nod your head listening to everything he’s saying. body feeling uneasy filled with jealousy when harry says she’s enjoying the intimacy they have to do for show.

“well, did you talk to her about it? or talk to jeff at least? there has to be something he can do..?” you ask.

harry sighs, “i’ve tried so hard. jeff said nothing they can do about it. and he’s telling me not to mess with olivia because her team can do more damage than good with my name. not that s’already ruined.” harry rubs his face with his hands, feeling stressed.

the way he’s acting is familiar to you. early on in your relationship, when you two were a freshly new couple, you guys wanted to be completely private. during that time, with harry and the band’s album coming out, his management made him do pr stunts like these. he was as stressed as he is now. you were so new to dating something in an industry. he didn’t want to scare you away. but you understood. you get it. and you still get it as he’s speaking.

“hmm..if i can recall, back when you had to do a stunt with kendall on the yacht, m’pretty sure it was the same situation. with kendall’s team being difficult, your’s not having much of a say. do what i told you back then, stand your ground, harry. tell olivia like you did with kendall. also kendall’s team at the time played dirty, yet they still were understanding with you and got someone new for a stunt. olivia’s team will probably get someone new as well. and how badly can they ruin your rep? everyone knows you’re the nicest person who wouldn’t kill a fly. and tabloids are tabloids. would you rather have a few bad headlines about you or would you rather deal with a stunt for what? another year now? that you feel uncomfortable with?” you state. smiling a bit because you know harry knows your right, he’s smiling a bit too. he knows you love being right and debating, pulling out facts. that’s what you always did during an argument. which is why you were always right.

man. why couldn’t he stand his ground with his team. why didn’t he take your advice back then? he should’ve sided with you. not his team. why is he always so scared of them?

self-loathing, harry breathes out a laugh, “always have to be right don’t ya? you know what to say every damn time,”

“what can i say? the lady is always right.” you say, smiling proudly while cleaning up the remains of the cheeseboard you and harry snacked on.

“thanks y/n, really, i know i can always come to you with this stuff,” harry states. looking at you with his piercing eyes, meaning every word he said.

you smiled and nodded, cleaning the kitchen a bit. it started to pour early on when you guys were having a chat about his situation, hoping silently it would come down faster so harry has an excuse to stay, you offer nonetheless. “why don’t you stay back for a bit, hm? s’pouring out there, only gonna get worse. we can watch something?”

“love island?” harry suggests.

“thought you’d never ask.”

-

few gasps and scoffs at some of the islanders and their drama later, you slowly were drifted off to sleep. harry, sitting on the other sofa from you, peaks to see if you’re still watching. his face was in awe. he misses this. domestic nights with you, chatting away eating in the kitchen, then watching something afterwards. only difference is that you two are on different sofas. whereas before you’d be coddled under his embrace. he slowly drifts off to sleep as well. rain still going on, technically he can still go home. driving in the rain was never an issue for him. but he’ll always use an excuse just to be with you.

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iMessage: Olivia Wilde

1:34 AM - I miss you, and our casual hookups. Can’t stop thinking about it.

that was one part harry left out of the story. he hooked up with her.

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ahhhhh!!!! lmk if you guys want a part 2!!!

[all-my-love-for-harry]

[styles4miles]

Gawd damn late night talking makes me feel like I wanna dance and never stop