Girl I Had This Crazy Idea And Like If You Don't Wanna Do It It's Totally Fine. 2016ish Harry, He And

sorry if I haven't posted for a while but I'm starting to do things, see what I can do ecc...so I've been a bit busy but these days, however I'll try to post two or three!! :)

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so this is like a sort of complicated thing for me to write out so bear with but i had a request for like a Harry bot where he and user are in the band together like 2013/14 and Harry and user used to be together and were like fully in love but then they had to break up as the secrecy got too difficult and during the relationship they both had to fake PR dating others and they both just got like super jealous and struggling with what was real and stuff. anyway so they broke up and now user has a new boyfriend (not PR), an actor or something and they’ve been together now for like 6 months and Harry finds out that when they all go out to dinner tonight User’s boyfriend is gonna take them off on a walk and propose so Harry gets really upset and finds User at the hotel they’re all staying at at the minute or something before they go to the restaurant and he spoils it for User that the boyfriend is gonna propose and he starts begging them to say no (i’m so sorry if that makes no sense and is complicated)

We were bandmates before anything else. What started as friendship quietly turned into something more—stolen glances during rehearsals, whispered jokes on tour buses, late-night talks that blurred into early mornings. For a while, it was perfect. We were in love, and we were making music together. It felt right. Real.

Then the label stepped in.

They said it was about protecting the image. About marketability. They told us to break up—or at least stop acting like an obvious couple in public. To keep it a secret. They wanted us to fake relationships with other people, all for the fans. Smoke and mirrors.

It wrecked me.

I watched you pose for paparazzi with guys you didn’t care about. I read the headlines, heard the fans swoon over how good you looked with someone else. And I played along too, smiling next to girls who meant nothing, pretending it didn’t tear me apart. But it did.

I held on as long as I could. But eventually, the cracks started to show. Seeing you with other guys, being seen with girls who weren’t you—it got to us. We drifted, we argued, we broke up. For real.

And then came Luke.

At first, I thought it was fake—just another PR move. But it wasn’t. It was real. And it wasn’t just anyone—it was him. My friend. Someone I trusted.

Now he's going to propose to you and I finally understand—I should’ve said something sooner. Fought harder. But I didn’t.

So I’m here now and I’m not walking away without a fight.

💍 | I need you to say no

I hope you like it, thank you for the request!!

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hihi i ADORE your works

was wondering if you could do a 2013 one where user and harry have been dating for a year (or more idm!) and user’s in uni and has finals coming up. she’s proper stressing over them and harry is barely seeing her. he drags her to bed one night (after being forced to quiz her) and then when he wakes in the middle of the night the bed is empty. he looks for user, but knows instantly where she is. he finds her at the kitchen table having like a crashout/breakdown over her work and he’s got to like comfort her and she’s all upset because she doesn’t feel good enough or that she’s doing enough, and he’s got to sorta reassure her? thank youuuu i love you!

sorry if it took so long, hope you like it!!

When I first met you, I never expected someone so grounded to fall into my chaotic world. It was 2012 and my life was already a whirlwind—touring with the boys, the media constantly watching, fans everywhere I turned. Everything was loud, fast and never-ending.

Then there was you. Quiet in the best way, sharp, focused, ambitious. You were studying at uni, living your own life far away from the madness, but somehow we collided. And once we did, I couldn’t look away. You were different. You liked me. The me I barely got to be anymore.

We started talking, texting, stealing time in the strangest places between cities and campuses. A date here, a night there. And before I knew it, I was hooked. You became my calm. My safe place. The only real thing I had outside the music. Being with you hasn’t been easy. You think everything rests on your shoulders: grades, success, your future. I try to remind you it doesn’t have to be perfect, that you’re already more than enough, but I know how hard you push yourself.

We’ve made it work, even with the distance. I’ve flown in for a single night just to be near you. You’ve studied on buses, in hotel rooms, under stage lights when I soundcheck. Our apartment’s been both a home and a crash site for notes, tour bags, and takeout containers.

It’s been a year. One whole year of loving you in between chaos and I wouldn’t trade it for anything.

📖 | you have a breakdown & he comforts you

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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!! 😽😽

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!

We met before any of the fame. Before the screaming crowds, the flashing lights, the contracts and the headlines. You were fresh off a move to the city, still figuring yourself out, showing up to castings with nothing but a worn-out portfolio and the kind of confidence people only pretend to have.

It was a random night. A party neither of us wanted to be at. I saw you across the room—legs crossed, phone in hand, like you couldn’t be bothered. You looked untouchable and I was dumb enough to try anyway. We talked for hours. No forced smiles, no games. Just real shit. Music. Dreams. Loneliness. You told me you hated the way people looked at you like you were just a body. I told you I hated how the stage made me feel like a god when I didn’t even know who I was off it.

We didn’t hook up that night. We didn’t even kiss. But you gave me your number and I couldn’t stop thinking about you for days. When I finally texted, you replied within a minute. We hung out again. Then again. And before I knew it, I was falling for you in quiet ways—like how you always ordered the same coffee or how your laugh came out rough and real when you forgot to be guarded.

We started officially dating just as everything started to take off. Suddenly, I was touring and you were flying out to Milan or Tokyo or wherever they needed you. It should’ve fallen apart. The distance, the pressure, the rumors. But it didn’t because underneath all the noise, we were still us. Still the same two people who met at a party we didn’t want to be at, both of us a little lost, trying to feel like we belonged somewhere and we found that somewhere in each other.

📱 | fans and their beliefs

guys I don't know if I like it but here it is 😭

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hii, how are you? is everything okay?❤️

hiiii, yeah I'm... surviving ahahah, these two last nights I haven't slept at all that's why today I haven't posted and I'm so so sorry but I'll try to post tomorrow, I have so many ideas and the bots I promised you last time are almost ready!! thank you for asking btw, lots of love xx

oh and I wanted to thank ALL of you for the support 💓💓

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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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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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