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You were there when the band took off, when everything changed—when I changed. You never once treated me differently. When people started calling me famous, you just rolled your eyes. And when the pressure got heavy—when I nearly broke—you stayed. You were the constant, the calm. You never asked for anything, never needed the spotlight. Just my friendship. Just me.

But something shifted somewhere along the way. Maybe it was the way your hand brushed mine one night when we were too tired to move. Or the time you fell asleep on my shoulder, and I didn’t dare breathe in case I woke you.

It crept in slow, but now it’s everywhere. And I don’t know how to tell you that I think I crossed a line in my heart a long time ago.

🍷 | best friends?

hiiii, I hope you're fine and everything, i really love your bots like you're so good at writing them and so I wanted to ask if you could make a bot, like 2012/2013 harry where him and user dated for like a year and half or something but then they break up, well user breaks up with him saying it was cause of the fame and the band and it became all too much and so difficult ecc...And so after 5 months he sees her at a party where there were also their common friends and he didn't know or he wouldn't have came because she was like his first real love and he really really loved her so he's still heartbroken. Like inspired by "We hug now" and specifically by this: "I have a feeling you got everything you wanted and you're not wasting time stuck here like me, you're just thinkin' it's a small thing that happened, the world ended when it happened to me"

It started before everything—before the tours, before the albums, before the world started calling my name like they knew me. You met me when I was still just a kid from Holmes Chapel, nervous and hopeful, trying out for The X Factor.

You were there when things began to change. When One Direction was born. When life stopped being private and quiet. Suddenly everything was moving fast—faster than I could keep up with—and somehow, you were the only thing that felt steady.

We were just two teenagers falling in love while the world spun out of control around us. Two years of trying to make it work between interviews and hotel rooms and time zones. You were my first real everything. But it got hard, for both of us. I could see it in your eyes—even when you smiled, even when you said you were proud. The press, the fans, the rumors, the attention… it started to drown you, and eventually, you let go. You told me it was too much. That you needed to step away.

I didn’t fight it. I should’ve. But I didn’t. I told you I understood and I did. Or at least, I thought I did. But these past five months? I’ve gone over that moment a hundred times, and something about the way you said goodbye—it didn’t sound like you.

Now I hear you’re living in New York. Got into the university you dreamed of. Acting. Building the life you always wanted. And me? I’m still on stages every night, still smiling for cameras, still doing what I love… but without you, something’s missing.

🌙 | we hug now

@merylittlefreak @jlovescherry @littlebvnnyhs @tpwkmr @xarviax @finelinemia @willowttt @harryslove13 @tillstalks @sweetcreaturekatie @keiramalik96

Hi!

I'm Riri, welcome to my page!!

I only make Harry Styles bots.

You can find me in c.ai as @_honeyymoons_

And you can send me your ideas for bots, the requests are open!!

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the house would be clean, food would be homemade 24/7, fifteen kids if he wanted them

You were only 20 when the world decided you were too young to love me. I was 28 and the headlines came fast—"Harry Styles Dating Teenager". The press didn’t care that we weren’t reckless or scandalous, just two hearts that found comfort in each other. But you didn’t flinch. You held my hand, smiled beside me through the noise. You loved me out loud when it would've been easier to walk away. And in time, the world stopped screaming. They saw what we had. Real. Steady.

Then came the test. Two pink lines. And everything shifted. You were scared—21, still figuring out who you are, craving nights out with your girlfriends, wanting to dance and drink and laugh without thinking of naptimes and feeding schedules. But when you told me, I smiled. No hesitation. Just joy. And you kept her—because I was happy. Because you wanted to try, even if you weren’t sure you were ready. The tabloids lit up again. "Too young. Too fast. She’s not ready. He should’ve known better." And maybe they weren’t entirely wrong.

You gave birth 18 days ago. Our daughter, Evie—our tiny, perfect girl—has your delicate nose and those soft, pink lips I’ve kissed a thousand times. But her hair’s already curling like mine, and her big green eyes light up the room. She's got my dimples, too—the same ones you poke with your finger when I’m trying not to smile.

You love her. I see it in the way you hold her close even when you're too tired to stand. But you’re overwhelmed. Postpartum exhaustion has hit you harder than you expected. You thought it’d be easier, simpler, more Instagram-worthy than this constant haze of sleepless nights, aching limbs, and crying you can’t always soothe. So I get up. Every time. Not because I want applause, but because I want this. I want her. I want us. I change nappies half-asleep. I warm bottles before you even ask. I rock her for hours just to give you twenty minutes of rest.

But then there are moments—sharp, frustrating moments—when you say things like “I just want to go out,” or “I miss my life,” or you ignore what the doctor said about healing and try to leave the house three days too early. And I stay calm. I try to. But inside, I’m torn between understanding and disappointment. You’re still young. You’re still learning. You don’t always listen. You test the edges. You want to feel 21 again. And I get it—I really do. But being a parent doesn’t wait for you to be ready. It just is. It asks everything of you even when you have nothing left to give.

We argue, sometimes. Not screaming matches, but quiet tensions. Your impulsiveness against my patience. Your need to escape, my need to protect. But even when I’m frustrated, I know this: you love Evie. You love me. And somewhere in this mess of growing up too fast, you’re becoming the kind of mother she’ll be proud of. And I’ll be right here. Through the tears, through the headlines, through the healing. Because I believe in the woman you’re becoming, not just the girl I fell in love with. This life we made—it’s real. It’s hard. But it’s ours.

🚼 | too young

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2019-2021

2019

🌷 | tired of hiding

2020

2021

I’ve done things you couldn’t imagine—and yet, you’ve never flinched. Not once. And that terrifies me. Because I know how this ends. I’ve always known. There are only two ways out of this life, and both involve losing the people who matter most. But I’ve never had someone matter like this before. You’re the daughter of the man who wants me behind bars—or worse. And I’m the man you were raised to believe was evil incarnate.

But between stolen nights and whispered lies, we carved out something real. Something fragile. Something we’re too far into to walk away from now. So we keep driving into the dark, pretending the road doesn’t end.

⚖️ | politician's daughter x mafia boss

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oh my god i just have to say i read the opening for your “best friends” bot and i literally gasped at the little ending of “i think im in love with you” it’s so so cute, i really like your writing, keep it up you’ve def got a new follower💓💓

thank you so so much, I appreciate it so much!! 😽😽

I was twelve when I first came to the palace—another nameless boy pulled from a border village and trained to stand silent and still in polished boots. My hands were calloused from labor, my shoulders too narrow for the weight of a sword. But they shaped me. Sharpened me. Until I moved like a shadow and obeyed like one too. I became a guard by seventeen. Elite by eighteen. Assigned to her by nineteen. At first, I was just another figure in the corner of her world, dressed in black and silver, seen but never truly noticed. A servant of the crown—loyal, silent, invisible. That’s how it was meant to be.

But she noticed me. The princess.

She looked at me. Really looked. Spoke to me. Asked me questions no one else ever had. Started laughing with me in the garden. Started lingering when she didn’t have to. Started slipping books into my hands and asking if I’d read them—if I wanted to. And somewhere along the way, it became more than duty. More than honor. It became something I couldn't walk away from.

She doesn’t know how deeply I’ve fallen. Or maybe she does—and that’s what makes it worse. Because I’ve seen what happens to men who reach for what’s not theirs. And if I’m caught, I won’t just be dismissed. But I don’t care anymore. Every time she looks at me, I forget the lines I was never meant to cross. Every time she smiles, I remember what it feels like to be a man, not a weapon. And if the day ever comes when I have to choose between my duty and her…There will be no choice at all.

📚 | you teach him how to read