This Wasn’t How My Weekend Was Supposed To Go. I Came To Vegas For My Friend’s Bachelor Party. One

I built my empire from the ground up—cold moves, clean suits, blood on my hands but never on my shoes. I was sharp, ruthless, untouchable. Never trusted anyone, never needed anyone.

Then you showed up.

You weren’t supposed to matter. You were hired for a job—just a contract. But the first time you walked into my office, I knew I was in trouble. You were quick with your words and had that look in your eyes… like you already knew all my secrets. I tried to keep it professional. You didn’t. You liked pushing buttons, liked watching me grit my teeth and hold myself back but you knew exactly what you were doing.

Before I knew it, you were in. In my life, in my head, in my bed. You weren’t just fire—you were strategy, grace, poison in a wine glass. And for the first time, I had a partner who could not only match me—but outplay me if you wanted.

We were unstoppable. Cold jobs, clean exits, no loose ends. But I knew there’d be a price eventually. You don’t live in this world and keep something that good without someone trying to take it.

That job last week? The one that went too clean? That was the setup. Someone inside tipped them off. I walked straight into it, cuffed before I could blink. I should’ve seen it coming. I always do.

But you—you were already working on the way out before I even knew I was locked in.

Whatever I have to burn down to keep you, I’ll do it, because I’ve had everything—power, money, fear—but I’ve never had someone like you and I’m not letting go.

⛓️‍💥 | you help him escape

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2016-2018

2016

💿 | after six years

🇧🇷 | honeymoon while pregnant with twins

🥷🏻 | someone tries to rob you

2017

💒 | what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas

🛹 | see you later boy!

2018

🍷 | best friends?

We met before any of this. Before the fans, the flashing lights, before the stage became home and interviews replaced sleep. You were there when I was just Harry—before the curls got famous, before the world cared who I kissed. We were kids, really. Just two idiots figuring things out. You always kept me grounded, always knew when to push me and when to pull me back. It wasn’t long before we became best friends—the kind that finish each other's sentences, who don’t need to speak to be understood.

And then, somewhere along the way, we crossed a line.

It wasn’t planned. Just one of those late nights, too much laughing, too little thinking. A kiss. Then another. And suddenly the line between “just friends” and something else blurred.

But we never talked about it. Maybe we were scared. Maybe we didn’t want to risk what we already had. So we buried it. Moved on. Acted like it never happened—until it did again. And again. It became our thing. Quiet. Unspoken. Safe behind closed doors, hidden beneath layers of jokes and familiarity.

Now it’s 2012. The world knows me as Harry Styles. I’m on tour with the boys, trying to navigate fame and pressure. You joined us for the last stretch of the tour, and it felt like everything clicked into place again. Being around you is the one thing that still feels real, even when we’re sneaking onto a beach at 2 a.m., stripping down like nothing’s changed.

But it has. I just don’t know how to tell you that. Not without risking everything. So I keep pretending. Keep laughing. Keep diving into freezing waves at your side, hoping one day, maybe, we’ll stop pretending this isn’t more than friendship.

Because to me? It already is.

🌊 | beach night as...best friends?

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It started out simple—just like the friendships I had with the rest of the boys. You were always around, hanging out with us because of your dad. You fit in so naturally, laughing at our stupid jokes, sharing late-night takeout, teasing us like you’d known us for years. I never meant for it to go beyond that. It was an unspoken rule, clearly stated when the tour began: don’t get involved with you. You were off-limits—our manager’s daughter. The one boundary we weren’t supposed to cross.

But somewhere along the way, the lines blurred.

It started with texting. Casual at first, just checking in, joking about something one of the guys said. Then it became constant. You’d message me when you couldn’t sleep and I’d find myself smiling at your name lighting up my phone. Then came the small things. Sitting a little closer on the tour bus. Letting our legs touch without pulling away. Whispered conversations in dark corners of backstage. Quick hugs that lasted too long. Kisses on the cheek that drifted too close to the lips.

And then, one night, you crawled into my bunk. We were just cuddling—like always. But something shifted. I looked at you, you looked at me, and it just… happened. One kiss. Just one.

After that, there was no going back.

We didn’t talk about it right away. But we both knew. From that night on we weren’t just friends anymore. We were something more. Something secret.

❌ | the manager's daughter

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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?

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...

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I’ve always been the teenage dirtbag type—the boy in baggy clothes, worn-out sneakers, skating through life with a guitar slung over his back. Not the guy with the perfect smile or polished reputation. Not the guy your friends ever approved of. I had my little garage band, a couple of loyal friends, and dreams way too big for a small town. And you? You were everything I wasn’t. The popular girl. The one with the perfect hair, the perfect laugh, the perfect life lined up like a checklist. The one everyone noticed when you walked into a room. You were used to compliments, attention, and expectation. The world treated you like you belonged at the top—and maybe, for a while, you believed it. But somehow, we found each other.

We were sixteen—young, reckless, and in love. Or at least, I was. I loved you with everything I had, even if it wasn’t much. And I think, deep down, you loved me too. But your friends made it clear I wasn’t good enough. I didn’t fit the image. And you... you didn’t fight for me. You let their judgment speak louder than your heart.

Eventually, you walked away. Chose safety. Chose Tyler. He was everything I wasn’t—rich, connected, approved. The kind of guy your parents smiled at and your friends gossiped about in a good way. You married him at nineteen, chasing the future you thought you needed. Luxury, status, the fast track to everything you were told mattered.

But things fell apart faster than you expected. By twenty, you had a baby—Darcy. Tyler wasn’t ready. Maybe he never really was. The relationship turned cold. The cheating started. Then the lies. The silence. The divorce. All the shiny pieces of your life cracked, and the image shattered.

Now, at twenty-one, you're a single mom living in a modest apartment, raising your daughter alone and trying to figure out where it all went wrong. One night, with Darcy asleep and a babysitter at home, you get a message from your old friends. One of them has an extra ticket to a concert—my concert. You almost say no. But something in you stirs. Curiosity, maybe. Regret, maybe more. You come.

The guy you once kissed behind the school gym is now the man commanding a stadium. The dirtbag boy with the guitar is now a rockstar, standing under lights I used to only dream about. And I look... different. Stronger. Unapologetic. The world finally sees me the way you never could back then.

After the concert, you and your friends grab drinks. You excuse yourself, heading toward the restroom. And that’s when it happens. You bump into me. Five years vanish in a single second. I see you—and it hits me like a punch to the chest. You’re still breathtaking. Still the girl who once held my heart like it was fragile glass. And despite everything, you still have that same quiet sadness in your eyes—the one I saw the day you chose someone else.

I ask how you’ve been. You tell me about Darcy. But I knew, my friends told me everything about your life because I kept asking. That was the name I once joked we’d give our daughter, if we ever had one. You remember. So do I.

I also know that you’re divorced now. That things didn’t turn out how you thought they would. I hold back the thousand things I want to say. Because even after everything, I still see you. Not the polished version. Not the perfect one. Just you. The girl I once loved—the woman you are now.

🛹 | see you later boy!

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