#harry talks

[harrywritingsbyme]

What kind of kisser do you think Harry is? 👀

tongue. and lots of it when that time comes. not overpowering tongue but the perfect amount. he’d also be a sort of “playful” kisser if that makes any sense. idk how to describe it but i feel like he’s a great kisser.

[blackmilshake]

You are not her. || Harry Styles

Requested with a little twist.

He was there, yet you were cold.

There was a time, a short period of time, when he gave you warmth. It was kind of hard to explain. You were able to feel his love for you. You considered yourself as a very perceptive person. However, it could be your imagination as well, you were busier with uni stuff, it was your senior year, and didn’t have as much time to spend with Harry.

But he was colder. More distant. It was a fact that you tried to ignore.

There were many many songs in his last album, none of them about you. So many mourning songs, none of them about you. And he was writing some new songs. And guess what? Also not about you.

He was sure that he had feelings for you, it was just... at some point he was sure it was love. Now not as much. Because the more he didn’t see you, the more he missed her.

Her.

His former girlfriend. She came as fast as a lighting and left as it. Harry had thought he had found the person. His person. He was wrong. It was all fun games for her.

Sadly, you were just a pawn in this game. And were played like one, used and no longer required.

Harry now knew it was wrong, to be with you after he found out about his real feelings after getting a little too tipsy and called her old number.

He loved you. Or so he tried to convince himself for a few weeks.

It was until you couldn’t hide it anymore. You guys had never had a fight, but once you saw him crying over a picture of her, Falling playing on the background an afternoon you were not supposed to be home, it was imminent.

You felt betrayed.

Played.

You had asked him about his feelings, he always replied with a sweet “I love you” and some presents, maybe a homemade breakfast or diner. Every time you tried to communicate your concerns he played it cool.

Enough was enough.

“Harry.” He jumped. You weren’t supposed to be home for another couple of hours. He locked his phone and tried to look alive by cleaning his tears.

“Babe” he tried clearing his throat, a loud gulp that could be heard from the living room.

You stood there, silent, looking at him in the eye as he stood up. His knees shaking a little bit. He tried to play it cool as well. You sighed.

You didn’t really know how handle that situation.

I mean, how could you? You stood in front of the man you loved, whom you hopped was the one, crying over the woman before you, when he had stated that he loved you.

Another sigh.

“Is there anything you want to tell me?” You said, as you inhaled deeply, trying to control the pounding beat inside your chest.

“No, ‘oney. How was your day?”

Harry knew that he was caught, looking at her picture, but closed his eyes and hopped your wouldn’t address it.

The truth was that you had become his safe place. Yeah, it was such a selfish thing to think, yet it was the truth.

You were such a happy person, the kind of person you see on the street or maybe just a pic on social media and you know they have such a nice energy, contagious. You were so interested in everything around you. Motivated.

But right now, as he finally looked at you in the eye, he didn’t see the girl he met a year ago. You looked pale, tired. And he wondered for a split second if he had anything to do with it.

“Harry.” You said, now a little irritated. And you knew it was the end.

He didn’t answer. He wanted this moment to pass already and just watch a movie with you. Cause that would be comfortable.

You had so many nice memories, so many great moments with him. And as much as you tried to push it aside... For a while you’ve known you’d better be off without him.

However, it was hard. Because you had felt in love with a man that was as warm as the sun, as happy as your favorite color, that made you want to sing on the top of your lungs your favorite songs. He had taught you how to romanticize and fall in love with your life. Now you just had to keep doing that without him, because as much as he was good for you once, you couldn’t let yourself get attached to something no longer exists. If it ever existed.

“Harry. We need to talk.”

“About what, babe?” You were getting pissed.

“About this relationship, Harry. We are not working, you obviously have feelings for someone else, and this is not good for me.”

“Of course we work together, love, don’t say things you don’t mean. I love you, you love me, that’s the end of the discussion.” He tried to hold you, but you took a step back.

You didn’t know when he had gotten so comfortable at lying to you.

He didn’t know either. It was probably because he really had convinced himself that you were the solution for everything that felt wrong in his life. He was being selfish for the first time in his life. He wanted to be saved, and you were the right person for the job, or so he believed.

“Harry, you don’t love me.”

“But I do. I do love you, baby” he took a step closer to you, and you took another step back. He had tears on the edges of his eyes. You had tears rolling down your cheeks.

It hurt, it hurt so much, because you actually loved him. He meant the world to you.

But it hurt more to see that when his smile lit up your world, your greatest efforts could lead to a laugh.

It hurt because you had pictured a lifetime with him. Because you had romanticized your life with him. Now you were giving up those dreams, for yourself.

“Why are you doing this to me, Harry?” You sobbed. He hadn’t noticed your tears until he heard your voice breaking. What was he doing?

“I need you.” He finally let out. You were pissed, for some reason.

“And I need to be happy, and letting you go is a way of loving myself, Harry. I hope you have a nice life, and that everything works out for you.

Goodbye.”

It was one of the hardest you had ever had to do, yet the best thing you could’ve done for yourself. As much as it hurt to admit.

You’ll be ok.

A/N: May edit later. Not as angst as expected, hope you like it. ✨ @strippedagger

[harry-niclach]

Some tweets from the boys that I have accumulated

[harryhoney-bee]

Canyon moon is a fucking masterpiece, but people aren't ready for that talk.

[everydaystyles]

@fuzzy_chops:  Completely overwhelmed 😍

[0nlythrowharrybeaux]

Sometimes I forget that Harry is a guy. A guy who’s likely into “guy things” like sports... like soccer & football... he probably gets really into games and shit. He probs has bad reactions to losing while playing a video game... a stupid, pointless one like FIFA... but then he also dresses super cute, does his nails cute, and carries around a better purse than me... he is an enigma

[countless-dreamsss]

Speaking of Nash having it rough and the gifset you posted, did you notice how Nash said "I do," when Barry was asking about how he can't understand why he'd want to rescue Iris? Did he have a Tess of his own??

Hey anon, great question!

To start, every Harrison Wells, aside from Sherloque and anyone a part of the Council, that we've seen has had a Morgan counterpart.

E-1 Harrison "Cupcake" had his wife, Tess.

E-2 Harrison "Harry" also had his wife, Tess.

E-19 Harrison "H.R." had his partner, Randolf Morgan. It's not clear, for me at least, if H.R. is bisexual or simply experimental because we've only seem him protrayed as a ladies man, and he was in a romantic relationship with Tracey, however, it's hard for me to believe that he didn't have some sort of intimate relationship with his Morgan counterpart.

E-22 Harrison "Wells 2.0", we don't know much about his romantic life, BUT we do know that he has a daughter, so I don't doubt that he too had his very own Tess.

Sorry, I don't mean to drone on with a list of all the Wells I can think of, so finally the possible answer to your question:

For E-719 (at least I believe he's from E-719) Harrison "Nash", again, we don't know much about his romantic background, but I can't help but think that Nash also had his own Morgan counterpart. Male or female, the loss of a loved one, figurative or literally, isn't something new to Nash.

We know that when he met Maya, that he was single, or at least not married.

I can imagine their situation being that Nash would go away months at a time on his adventures, while his loved one was back home. Then, it became a cycle: Nash would leave to solve a mystery, come back home, then leave again once the next mystery came up. Eventually, this could have taken a toll on his Morgan counterpart, and Morgan probably decided it was best to end the relationship.