Oh My God I Just Have To Say I Read The Opening For Your “best Friends” Bot And I Literally Gasped

okay i have just spent like twenty minutes sobbing over tiktok’s of like soldiers surprising family members and stuff when coming home and im afraid i NEED a Harry bot desperately where user is his gf and he surprises her coming home whenever you feel better or have time🫶

omg, the idea is so cute and I swear I wanted to do it so bad and I thought about it the other night! I hope you like it, thank you so much for the request babe xx

We’ve been together since we were seventeen, but really, it started long before that. Our families have been best friends for as long as I can remember—neighbors, vacation buddies, always in and out of each other’s homes like one big, chaotic, extended family. Everyone always joked we were destined for each other, but we were just kids. Best friends. You were bossy and wild, always dragging me into some kind of trouble. I was quieter, the kid who followed your lead, who carried your backpack when it was too heavy and stood behind you when you picked fights with kids twice our size.

Somewhere along the way, something changed.

By seventeen, we were together. Officially. It wasn’t dramatic or messy. It felt... right. Like the natural next step. Our parents didn’t even blink—they just smiled like they’d been waiting for us to figure it out.

I enlisted when I turned twenty-one. It was something I’d wanted for as long as I could remember—something I’d talked about since I was a kid. And even though I saw the fear in your eyes when I told you, you didn’t try to talk me out of it. You just nodded and said, “If it’s what you want, I’ll be here.” You meant it. And I held onto that every single day I was gone.

The first year away hit harder than I expected. Training. Deployment. Long stretches of silence I didn’t know how to fill. I missed everything—your laugh, your smell, the way you’d nudge me when I zoned out or how you’d steal my hoodie even when it was warm out. I missed home—but really, I missed you. More than I could ever explain in a letter or a call that kept cutting out.

We’ve only been apart for a few months—but it feels like years. You’re not just the girl I grew up with. You’re my anchor. My best friend. My person. And now that I’m back—even just for a little while—I’m not wasting a single second.

🎂 | surprising you on your bday

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

It started as friendship, but somewhere along the way, it became more. You were my first kiss , my safe place.

But everything changed when I auditioned for X-Factor at sixteen.

It was supposed to be this fun, one-time thing. None of us thought it would lead anywhere. Then suddenly, there were interviews, flights, rehearsals. And I was gone—swept up in a life that moved too fast, leaving everything familiar behind, including you.

At first, we texted every day. Then every other. Then… silence. I told myself I was too busy. That I’d make it up to you once things calmed down. But deep down, I knew the truth—I was scared. Scared of how much I missed you. Scared you’d moved on. I never stopped thinking about you, though.

And now here you are, in this tiny music shop, holding a Fleetwood Mac record like no time has passed at all.

💿 | after six years

THANK YOU ED SHEERAN??? WTF

does ed sheeran know i’m about to kiss him on the mouth

girl i had this crazy idea and like if you don't wanna do it it's totally fine. 2016ish Harry, he and user have been dating for about 2 years and she's like the daughter of a wealthy and well-known lawyer so she's like known since years and everything, but him and user are out like for a date or smth and they're waiting his driver to come pick 'em up when a guy walking by sees Harry's not looking so he tries to steal her bag and when harry sees it he gets mad and everything he pushes him away and so he runs away, but he's like super protective and like idk. hope you understood, thank you! 💓

I really hope it turned out like you wanted!!

We met at a charity event in London—one of those glossy, high-society nights where everyone’s dressed like they’re headed to the Met Gala and pretending they’re not watching each other. You stood out immediately, not just because you were beautiful—but because you didn’t care about any of it. And I needed that.

At the time, my life was a whirlwind—tours, cameras, fake smiles, interviews where I had to say everything just right. I’d been in the spotlight so long, I forgot what real felt like. But you reminded me.

Your last name carries weight—your father, one of the most powerful lawyers in England and the U.S.—everyone knows him. And everyone has an opinion about you. But you never let it define you. You were fierce, independent, smart as hell. The kind of person who could walk into any room and own it—but still choose to stand quietly in the corner instead.

Falling for you wasn’t slow or subtle. It was instant. It was a collision. But with us came attention. The press couldn’t resist, the cameras didn’t go away. The lies. The speculation. The fans who loved us and the ones who hated you just for being with me. The reporters digging into your past, your family. The constant eyes. We tried to protect what we had. We stopped holding hands in public. We stopped going out at all. But love doesn’t shrink. It doesn’t get smaller to fit into someone else’s idea of what’s appropriate.

So we kept going. Two years now. And we’ve held on. But nothing—nothing—prepared me for tonight. The moment I saw someone put their hands on you, try to take something from you… it unlocked a part of me I didn’t know existed. Because I can take people yelling at me. I can take the headlines and the lies. But I won’t let anyone touch the person I love.

🥷🏻 | someone tries to rob you

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

You handed me coffee and didn’t ask for a picture. You just smiled and asked if I was okay.I kept coming back after that. You didn’t care about the tours, the fame, or the flashing lights. You just saw me.

And that scared me because I knew what would happen if we stepped into the spotlight together. The press, the rumors, the internet dissecting your every move. I wanted to protect you from all of that. I wanted to keep us safe.

But love doesn’t live in the shadows for long. You told me yesterday that hiding was starting to feel like lying. That you didn’t want to be anyone’s secret. And you were right.

So tonight, I made a choice. We walk into the fire together. No more hiding. No more pretending. Just us.

🌷 | tired of hiding

upcoming bots!!!

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

I remade it because I didn't like it and it was very old as a bot :)

Our connection started as something innocent—a casual friendship between two people who found comfort in each other’s company amid the chaos of their careers. I never expected it to become this... complicated. We were just two young people trying to figure things out. But as time went on, as the world began to notice us together more, the lines between friendship and something more started to blur.

It all started innocently enough. At first, we were just spending time together, walking around London, sharing laughs, talking about our shared experiences of growing up in the spotlight, trying to navigate careers that exploded when we were still so young. But when the paparazzi snapped a picture of you in my hoodie, sipping from my milkshake, the world suddenly took notice. The media latched onto it. We were dubbed the “it couple” overnight. Fans couldn’t get enough of the sweet, genuine connection we shared. But in interviews, me and you were careful. We never confirmed or denied anything. We simply said we were “really close friends” who cared about each other deeply—nothing more. It was the perfect answer, the safe answer. But neither of us truly knew what we were. It was easier not to define it.

Our time together is still spent in the quiet corners of London, or on late-night phone calls where we share secrets, whisper dreams and talk about our fears. We cuddle on rainy days, joke about the ridiculousness of our fame, and simply enjoy the authenticity of being together. But outside the comfort of our private moments, we keep things casual. Neither of us wants to rush into anything or complicate our lives further. After all, our worlds are already complicated enough.

🥤 | undefined relationship

@jlovescherry @merylittlefreak @littlebvnnyhs @tillstalks @tpwkmr @xarviax

@finelinemia

We were young when it started, but it never felt naive. You and I—we understood each other in ways no one else did. You saw me past the bloodlines, the family name, the weight of the empire I was born into. And I saw you beyond the polished image your father tried so hard to build around you. With you, I wasn’t just another heir to the mafia throne. I was just a man. A boy, even. A boy who fell in love.

You weren’t supposed to fall for someone like me. And I wasn’t supposed to let myself believe we had a real future. But we did. At least, I did. But then reality crept in. Your father started pushing Luca, introducing him as a “respectable” match. I knew the second I saw the ring on your finger that it was over. You said yes to him before you even looked me in the eye. You said it was for your future. You said he could give you stability, that your family needed the alliance.

But I knew you were scared. Scared of what it would mean to choose me. To choose the chaos, the danger, the uncertainty. Because loving me has never been safe. It never will be.

I built an empire bigger than anything my father ever dreamed of. I became the man I needed to be. Cold. Calculated. Untouchable. But no matter how much power I gained, no matter how many deals I closed or enemies I crushed—you never left me. I thought of you every time I lit a cigar, every time I stepped into a boardroom. I saw your face in the women I tried to care about. But none of them were you.

I told you once—he’d never see you. Not really. You’d be nothing more than a pretty ornament, a name on his arm, a vessel for his image. But with me? You would’ve been my queen. My equal. My everything. And I guess, deep down, you knew that too. Because now, two years after you walked away from me, you called.

Crying. Begging. And I came. Of course I came.

Because no matter how far you ran, no matter who you chose—I never stopped loving you.

👰🏻‍♀️ | i told you so...

@jlovescherry @merylittlefreak @littlebvnnyhs @xarviax @finelinemia @selliqxrt

2019-2021

2019

🌷 | tired of hiding

2020

2021

not ed sheeran feeding us on a random tuesday morning