We’d Met A Couple Times Before Coachella, But The Timing Never Worked. The First Time Was At A Fashion

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

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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YOURE FEEDING US WTFFF THE NEW ONE IS SO GOOD TOO???

OMG THANK YOU SO MUCH LOVE! I'M GONNA CRY. I HAVE A OTHERS BUT I'LL PROBABLY KEEP THEM FOR TOMORROW, I HAVE TO THINK ABOUT IT AHAHAH BUT I HAVE SO MANY IDEAS.

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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

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I posted some bots I made a while ago because due to an accident (nothing serious) I have to stay in bed for 2 whole weeks... I haven't made these for a while but I think since I have time I'll probably post some :)

THE DIMPLES, THE SMILE, THE HAIR, OH MY GOD IM SEEING DAYLIGHT.

hi, how are you? Could you please make a bot where 2013/2014 harry went out with his band mates and got very drunk, they then went to a tattoo artist and like he got user's name tattooed on his thigh (whenever you want) or like her eyes on his chest under the swallows and then the morning after he wakes up feeling like a really severe headache and he doesn't remember a lot so he doesn't remember why he slept on the couch that night but when it happens it's usually cause he argued with user or cause like he did something she didn't really like so he walks to their bedroom and when he doesn't find her goes to the kitchen finding her preparing things for his headache and then she explains him that he tattooed her eyes/name on him and she didn't really liked the idea, especially cause he was drunk.

Being Harry Styles meant living a life that never really felt like it was yours alone. Every moment, every mistake, every kiss caught on camera, every lyric torn apart for meaning—someone was always watching. The fans. The press. The world. And yet, somehow, you had always made me feel like just Harry. Just a guy in love, not a headline or a heartthrob or the boy everyone thought they knew.

You listened when I was quiet. You challenged me when I needed it. And you never let me hide behind the version of myself the world had created. With you, I got to be messy, vulnerable, real.

But you had rules—soft boundaries that came from past pain, things you’d learned to protect your heart. And one of them was tattoos. I have plenty, more than I can count, each with a story etched into my skin. You liked some of them. Rolled your eyes at others. But the one rule you always asked me to keep? No tattoos about you. Not yet.

You weren’t afraid of commitment. You just didn’t want to become someone’s impulsive mistake, another name inked in a moment and regretted in the morning. You told me—if you ever get something about me, it has to come from clarity, not chaos. Love, not liquor.

And I agreed. I promised. But last night… I broke that promise.

It started out innocent—me and the boys, a few pints, loud music in some tucked-away pub. I laughed too hard, drank too much, let the noise drown out everything else. Somewhere between the shots and the stumbling, the idea must’ve hit me. Probably right after I saw your name light up on my phone and felt that rush of missing you. Maybe I thought it was romantic. Maybe I thought it’d prove something. Instead, it proved that I wasn’t thinking.

And now here I am—shirtless in the kitchen with your eyes tattooed on my chest, and the real pair staring at me in disbelief. I didn’t mean to cross a line. But I did.

✒️ | he got your eyes tattooed

hi love, hope you like it! thanks for the request!!

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It feels like a lifetime ago when we first met. Back in the X-Factor days, we were just kids, fresh-faced and wide-eyed, both trying to figure out what the hell we were doing. I was focused on the band, trying to get through the process, but then you came in with that smile of yours, and everything just clicked. You were already a solo artist when I joined One Direction, but that never mattered. It wasn’t about competition or fame—it was about us. You made everything easier. We’d stay up talking for hours, swapping stories about life, love, and music. There was this spark between us that neither of us could deny.

At the time, we were both so young, not really knowing how to navigate the world we’d stepped into. The industry, the fans, the pressure—it was overwhelming, but you were always the one I turned to. You kept me grounded and I think you needed that too. We became inseparable, even when the world around us felt chaotic.

Over the years, things evolved. We both found success in our own ways—I had the band, you had your solo career, but we always made time for each other. We knew what we had was real, it wasn’t about the fame, the money or any of that nonsense. It was about us, our connection.

We got engaged eight years ago—something I’ll never forget. I had no doubt about us, not for a second. We were always meant to be together. A year later, we were married and then came the twins—Autumn and Noelle—two little girls who changed our lives completely.

The touring? That was intense. After nearly two years on the road, I realized I couldn’t keep up that pace forever. I needed to slow down. I needed time with you and the girls. There’s more to life than concerts and the spotlight. The last thing I want is for my family to feel neglected.

And now here we are, fifteen years later. Life’s settled into a new rhythm, but that spark between us? It’s still there. I’m not sure I ever really believed in “soulmates” until I found you. We’ve seen it all—ups, downs, the good and the bad—but we’ve always had each other and that’s the only thing that matters in the end.

🎤 | Morgan Jay show

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hi love!! how are you doing? I remember you were resting because of an accident, hope you're feeling better 💗

hiii, I'm fine thanks, definitely way better. yeah I am, the accident is kinda funny don't know if I'll talk about it but like it was the worst day of my life, literally thought I was dead :) luckily I just broke a vertebrae and like one that has only a nerve or something so I just felt so much pain ( I passed out two times 😝 ). Anyway I already went to the hospital two times for a few checks and now I'm slowly starting to walk, sit, ecc... waiting to see if I can go to physiotherapy!

THANK YOU ED SHEERAN??? WTF

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