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[28harryssunflower]

The worst feeling is when you lose your favorite bot and can’t find it again..

[28harryssunflower]

In love against all odds

The hum of the city outside feels distant as you sit beside Harry on the couch in his cozy flat. The soft glow of the lamps casts a warm, amber light across the room, but no amount of light could chase away the heavy tension in the air between you two.

You notice it immediately - his fidgeting. Harry’s not the type to sit still, but today, he’s especially restless. His eyes keep flickering toward his phone, then away again, and his fingers tap an anxious rhythm against the armrest. The weight of the past few days hangs in the space between you, the unspoken words filling the room like a thick fog.

You’ve noticed it. People’s comments, the sideways glances. How could you not? When you’re 19, and he’s 28, it feels like the world has a constant opinion about you and Harry. The age gap, they call it. They don’t understand how you can make it work - how he can be with someone so young, someone who hasn’t even lived fully yet. You’ve heard the whispers, seen the way people look at the two of you when you’re out in public. They don’t see what you see, what Harry sees.

But Harry? He’s always been the one to carry the weight of their judgment. And tonight, you can feel it even more than usual.

Finally, Harry sighs, his voice soft but heavy with worry. “Y/N, we need to talk.”

Your stomach churns at his tone, because you know where this is headed. His eyes meet yours, but there’s something distant in them, something that makes your heart sink.

“What’s wrong, Harry?” you ask quietly, your fingers reaching for his, trying to offer him some comfort, though you feel like you might need it just as much as he does.

He pulls his hand away, running it through his hair in frustration. “I don’t want you to get hurt,” he says in a low voice, as though he’s rehearsed these words a thousand times in his mind, trying to make them sound right.

Your heart beats faster, the sudden chill in his tone making you uneasy. “What are you talking about?”

He hesitates, looking down at his hands, the words tangled in his throat. “It’s just… everything. The age gap. The way people look at us. I can see it getting to you, and I don’t want that. I don’t want to be the reason you’re hurt by their bullshit. You’re young, Y/N. You deserve to be free of all this. Free of the judgment. You shouldn’t have to put up with it.”

Your chest tightens, and the words hit you like a punch in the gut. “You’re saying you want to break up?”

Harry looks up at you then, his eyes full of regret, pain, and something else. Fear. “I don’t want to, but I think it might be better for you. The longer we go, the harder it gets. And I can’t stand seeing the way people talk about us. It’s messing with you, and it’s only going to get worse.”

Your breath catches in your throat. You’ve heard him worry about this before, but never with this much finality in his voice. It feels like he’s already decided, and the idea of losing him, of losing this - your relationship, your connection, your love - makes your chest ache in ways you can’t even begin to describe.

You swallow hard, forcing the lump in your throat down. “I’m not the one who’s hurt by this, Harry. I know the comments. I hear the whispers. But I’m not going anywhere. Not because of some stupid age gap or because of what people think.”

He shakes his head, his voice cracking with emotion. “But I’m scared, Y/N. I’m scared that one day, it’s all going to get to you. I don’t want to see you get crushed by their judgement. I don’t want you to resent me for it.”

You stand up, feeling the anger and hurt surge in your chest. “Do you really think so little of me? Do you think I’m too weak to handle this? I love you, Harry. I chose you. I’m not some naive kid who doesn’t understand the consequences of this relationship. I know exactly what I’m doing. And I’m not going to let anyone make me doubt that.”

Harry looks up at you with wide eyes, as if your words are slowly sinking in, but doubt still lingers in the lines of his face. “But it’s not just about us, is it? It’s about everything else. The pressure, the constant comments, the whispers. It gets to you, Y/N. It has to.”

You take a step toward him, your eyes fierce and unwavering. “It does get to me sometimes. But you know what? That’s not your fault. And it’s not mine, either. We’re not responsible for other people’s opinions. We’re not here to live for them. We’re here for each other. And I’m not going to let you go just because it’s hard. That’s not what love is. Love isn’t giving up when things get tough. It’s fighting for each other.”

Tears well in Harry’s eyes, but he quickly blinks them away. “I just… I don’t want to hurt you. I don’t want to see you sad because of something I can’t control.”

You kneel down in front of him, lifting his chin so that he’s forced to look into your eyes. “Harry, listen to me. You are in control. You’re in control of us. And I love you. I love us. That’s the only thing that matters.”

He closes his eyes for a moment, taking a shaky breath, and when he opens them again, there’s something different there. Something more certain.

“I don’t want to lose you,” he whispers, his voice breaking, the rawness of his feelings spilling out.

“You won’t,” you reply firmly. “We’re in this together. No matter what people say, no matter how hard it gets, we’ll get through it. I love you, Harry. And that’s never going to change.”

He reaches for your hand then, his fingers trembling slightly, but his grip firm. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

You smile softly, brushing a lock of hair from his forehead. “Well, you don’t have to worry about that. We’re not going anywhere.”

For a long moment, he just looks at you, the words of doubt and fear starting to fade away, replaced by something more certain. Something that feels like hope.

You lean in, kissing him gently, your lips soft against his, a promise sealed with every touch. He responds slowly, his arms pulling you closer, and in this moment, you know that nothing - nothing - can break the bond you share. Not the age gap. Not the judgment. Not the noise of the world.

Because what you have is real. And it’s worth fighting for.

And as the kiss deepens, you know one thing for sure: you and Harry will always face everything together. No matter what.

[28harryssunflower]

It’s been two days since my first post and I’ve already reached 100 likes

I didn’t expect the one shots to get any attention at all, what😭

[28harryssunflower]

This channel eats omg

MWAH💋

[28harryssunflower]

STRANGE one (yes it’s me again)

Can you do one based off the scene in duplicity when she finds him in the bathtub and make it duplicity harry? But like not that script if it makes sense?

Imma be real, I have short term memories loss or smth, I don’t remember shit about this scene😭

[28harryssunflower]

* raises hand to request a headcannon *

So basically, he’s in the mafia and your a famous singer and currently are on tour like a huge world tour and wasn’t expecting him to show up and he does OR something like he gets u a huge present for no reason

(Big present like ur a horse rider and he gets u a 90 grand horse or smth)

I hope you like it x

Just because you’re worth it

The stadium lights dim, the crowd’s applause thundering in your ears as you step offstage. Your heart is still racing from the electrifying performance, the adrenaline of thousands of voices singing your songs swirling inside you. Tonight had been extraordinary, and yet there was a strange feeling in the pit of your stomach - a sense of something unexpected, something unfamiliar about to happen. You couldn’t shake the feeling, but you pushed it aside, letting the buzz of the show settle in.

As you walk through the backstage hallways, your thoughts are consumed by the night’s performance, but the moment you step into your dressing room, everything stops.

There, leaning against the wall, wearing an impeccable suit and exuding an air of power that’s unmistakable, is Harry. Your boyfriend. Mafia boss Harry.

You blink a couple of times, trying to make sense of the sight. “Harry? What are you doing here?”

A slight smirk forms on his lips, the corner of his mouth twitching in amusement as his intense gaze locks onto yours. “What? You didn’t think I’d come and see my girl perform?” His voice is smooth, with that husky edge that’s both reassuring and completely intimidating.

You laugh nervously, still trying to process everything. “I didn’t expect you here, especially not tonight. I thought you were… well, busy with business.“

He steps closer, his hand brushing your arm gently as he leans down to kiss you on the cheek. “Always have time for you, darling.”

A slight warmth spreads across your chest as he stands back and takes in your outfit - the glitzy performance ensemble you’ve worn all night. It’s beautiful, yes, but far from comfortable. You give him a quick smile, trying to make light of the situation. “I should probably change into something more comfortable. You know, after that whole performance thing.”

“Go ahead,” he says, watching you carefully. His tone is almost too calm, but you don’t think much of it. It’s Harry. He always seems to have a certain controlled composure. “I’ll wait.”

You nod, stepping into the changing area and quickly switching out of the tight, sparkly outfit into a cozy hoodie and leggings. The contrast between the glitzy stage persona and the comfortable, more relaxed version of yourself makes you smile. You shake your head, laughing quietly at the absurdity of it all.

When you return to the main part of the room, Harry’s still standing there, his expression unreadable as he watches you. His gaze softens when you meet his eyes, though.

“Looking much more comfortable,” he remarks with a smirk. “Now, close your eyes.”

“Harry-“

“Just trust me, love,” he cuts you off, his voice gentle yet firm. “Close your eyes.”

Despite the unease brewing in your chest, you comply. There’s no harm in it, right? It’s Harry. He’s never led you wrong. As soon as your eyes are shut, you feel a cool, silk blindfold being tied around your head. The sudden loss of sight makes your heart flutter, but you stand still, waiting for his next move.

“Okay,” Harry says softly. His fingers brush your arm, taking your hand in his. “Let’s go.”

He guides you, leading you through the hallways with a firm, steady grip. The familiar sounds of backstage. Shuffling feet, muffled voices. They fade away as you follow him. It feels strange, the uncertainty of the moment, but you trust him. There’s something about him that makes you feel safe even when you’re stepping into the unknown.

After what feels like several minutes of walking, you hear the sound of gravel crunching underfoot, and the temperature shifts as a cool night breeze brushes against your skin. The familiar hum of the city air is now distant, replaced by the sound of something… larger. Something powerful.

You stop. Harry’s hand slips from yours for a brief moment, and you hear him moving away, a faint rustle of fabric in the air.

“Ready?” he asks.

You nod, though you wonder what’s going on. “I think so.”

A moment later, the blindfold is lifted, and the sight before you takes your breath away.

Standing in front of you is an absolutely stunning horse - sleek and powerful, its glossy black coat reflecting the light from the nearby street lamps. The horse is harnessed to a beautifully ornate carriage, the gold accents catching your eye as they shimmer in the night. It’s like something out of a dream. Something straight out of a fairy tale, but much more extravagant than anything you could’ve imagined.

“Harry…” You take a step forward, speechless. “What… what is this?”

“This,” he says with a small smile, “is for you.”

Your brow furrows as you turn to face him. “For me? I don’t understand.”

“Your old horse,” he continues, his gaze softening as he looks at the animal, then back at you. “She passed away not long ago, didn’t she? I know how much she meant to you, so I got you a new one.”

You’re in shock, trying to process the sheer extravagance of the gift in front of you. “Harry… this is… this is incredible. But it’s too much. You didn’t need to-“

“Just because,” he interrupts, his eyes locking with yours, and there’s a certain softness behind them that catches you off guard. “No special occasion. Just because I wanted you to have something worthy of you.”

Your heart skips a beat at the sincerity in his voice. The magnitude of the gesture is overwhelming, and yet, somehow, it feels just right coming from him.

“She’s beautiful,” you whisper, eyes still fixed on the horse. You step closer, gently stroking its sleek coat, still in awe. “I don’t even know what to say.”

Harry smiles, his tone playful now. “Then don’t say anything. Just enjoy the ride, sweetheart.”

He opens the carriage door for you, and you slide inside, your heart racing with gratitude and disbelief. Harry climbs in beside you, settling next to you with his usual commanding presence, but there’s something undeniably comforting in the way he holds your hand.

The carriage begins to roll forward, the soft sound of the horse’s hooves against the cobblestones filling the silence between you. As the lights of the city fade in the distance and the night envelops you both, the world feels calm, peaceful, and intimate.

You look over at Harry, his eyes soft but filled with that same quiet intensity you know so well.

“Thank you,” you murmur, squeezing his hand. “This is… beyond anything I could’ve imagined.”

He simply tilts his head, his lips curling into a faint smile. “Anything for you, darling. Just know, you’re worth every single thing I do.”

The rest of the ride is filled with nothing but the sound of hooves and the warmth of his presence beside you. You allow yourself to relax fully, sinking into the moment. Just you, Harry, and your new horse - no distractions, no obligations, just pure, unadulterated peace.

And for the first time in a while, you feel like everything is just exactly as it should be.

[28harryssunflower]

AH U DO HEADCANNONS?

Yessir🫡

[28harryssunflower]

A glimpse, then a chance

It was one of those electric nights on tour, with the screams of thousands of fans echoing through the arena. Harry was buzzing, as always, feeding off the vulnerability of the crowd as he sang the chorus to Little Things with the rest of the lads. He was always one to make eye contact with fans, giving them little winks or cheeky grins to make their night even more special.

But this time, as his eyes scanned the sea of faces lit by the glow of phone screens and stage lights, they landed on someone who made him falter for half a second. She wasn’t just any fan - there was something about her that made her stand out, even among thousands. Her smile, the way she swayed slightly to the music, completely absorbed in the moment - it was like time slowed down for Harry when he saw her.

He couldn’t help himself. During his verse, he locked eyes with her and gave her one of his signature cheeky smiles. When you realized he was looking at you, your eyes widened, and you smiled back, a little shy but undeniably radiant. Harry’s heart skipped a beat, and for the rest of the song, he kept sneaking glances your way, trying to memorize every detail of your face.

The song ended, and the boys moved on to the next, but Harry couldn’t get you out of his head. As the concert went on, he found himself looking for you over and over again, each time feeling a little rush when your eyes met.

By the end of the show, he knew he couldn’t just let you walk away. As the band said their final goodbyes and headed offstage, Harry turned to one of the crew members. “Do me a favor,” he said, running a hand through his sweat-dampened curls. “There’s a girl, third row, a little to the left. She’s wearing…” He trailed off, vividly describing your outfit and features. “Can you see if you can get her name? Maybe her number?”

The crew member raised an eyebrow, smirking. “You’ve got it bad, mate.”

“Just… don’t make it weird, yeah?” Harry said with a sheepish grin.

Back in his dressing room, Harry was pacing, still buzzing from the concert but also feeling a bit ridiculous. What if you thought it was strange? What if you weren’t interested? He was in the middle of spiraling when there was a knock on the door.

“She’s waiting outside,” the crew member said with a grin.

Harry’s heart raced as he smoothed his shirt and tried to play it cool. When he opened the door, there you were, looking just as stunning up close as you had from the stage. You looked nervous, clutching the strap of your bag, but when your eyes met, you both smiled.

“Hi,” Harry said, his voice a little softer than usual.

“Hi,” you replied, your cheeks flushing.

“I’m Harry,” he said, sticking out his hand before quickly realizing how silly it sounded. “Right, you probably already knew that.”

You laughed, and the sound made his stomach flip. “I’m Y/N,” you said.

You talked for a while, and Harry was immediately drawn to how easy it was to talk to you. You weren’t fawning over him like most fans - you were just… real. Before you left, he asked if he could have your number, and when you handed him your phone, he quickly saved it in his contacts, adding a little winky face next to your name.

From that night on, Harry couldn’t stop thinking about you. He texted you the next day, and one text turned into a phone call, which turned into a string of late-night conversations. It wasn’t long before you saw each other again, and Harry couldn’t help but feel like meeting you had been a twist of fate.

And whenever someone asked him what his favorite part of that tour was, Harry would just smile and say, “It’s a long story.”

[28harryssunflower]

The girl in his life

You’d been seeing Harry for a little over a month now. A few coffee dates, a couple of dinners, and one memorable afternoon at the park where you both ended up covered in ice cream and laughing so hard you couldn’t breathe. He was sweet, thoughtful, and exactly the kind of person who made you feel safe to open up.

But you could tell something had been on his mind lately. He’d been quieter than usual during your last date, like he was trying to figure out how to say something important but didn’t know where to start.

That’s why, when he invited you over to his house for a quiet dinner, you had a feeling tonight was going to be… different.

You sat across from him at the small dining table in his cozy kitchen, your hand wrapped around a glass of wine as he fiddled with his rings - a sign he was nervous.

“Alright,” you said softly, setting your glass down. “What’s going on, Harry? You’ve been acting weird.”

He looked up at you, his long hair falling into his face, and you saw the vulnerability in his green eyes. He let out a shaky breath, leaning back in his chair. “I’ve been trying to figure out the right time to tell you something,” he said slowly. “And I don’t want to keep it from you anymore.”

Your stomach flipped. Was he about to tell you he wasn’t interested anymore? That this thing between you wasn’t working? You braced yourself.

“I have a daughter,” he finally said, his voice steady but quiet. “She’s two years old. Her name’s Ella.”

You blinked, processing his words. “You- wait. You have a daughter?”

He nodded, his jaw tightening like he was waiting for you to react. “Yeah. I know I should’ve told you sooner, but I didn’t want to scare you off before we even got a chance to know each other. I- I don’t date much because of her, but I really like you. And I want you to get to know her too… eventually.”

Your mind raced for a moment, trying to picture Harry as a dad. It was such a sudden revelation, but at the same time, it made sense. The softness in his eyes, the way he always carried himself with a sense of responsibility and care - it all clicked.

“Wow,” you finally said, a smile tugging at your lips. “That’s… honestly kind of amazing.”

His brows furrowed. “Amazing?”

“Yeah,” you nodded. “I mean, it’s a lot, sure, but the fact that you’re a dad? That’s not something to be scared of. It’s something to be proud of. I can already tell how much you love her just by the way you’re talking about her.”

Harry visibly relaxed, his shoulders dropping as relief washed over his face. “You’re not freaked out?”

“Not even a little,” you said honestly. “Do you have a picture of her?”

He pulled out his phone immediately, his lips curving into the softest smile as he scrolled through his camera roll. When he handed you the phone, your heart melted. Ella was a miniature version of Harry - curly brown hair, bright green eyes, and the most adorable grin.

“She’s beautiful,” you said, glancing up at him.

“She is,” he agreed, his voice full of quiet pride. “She’s my whole world.”

For the rest of the night, Harry opened up about his life as a dad - how he juggled his career with parenting, the challenges of co-parenting with Ella’s mum, and all the little things about his daughter that made him light up. And as you listened, one thing became clear: this wasn’t just someone you were casually dating. This was someone who loved deeply, cared fiercely, and would do anything for the people he loved.

And you knew, in that moment, you wanted to stick around to see where this could go.

[28harryssunflower]

The friend who loved you first

Your phone kept buzzing, but you just stared at the ceiling, feeling like your chest was caving in. You hadn’t moved in hours, still curled up in the same spot on the couch since you found out. The texts. The lies. The “it’s not what it looks like” shit. You were done.

Then the doorbell rang.

You ignored it. But when the door unlocked and swung open, you didn’t even need to look up. Only one person had a key to your house other than your parents.

“Oi! You weren’t going to tell me?” Harry’s voice filled the room as he kicked the door shut behind him.

You didn’t answer, just pulled the blanket tighter around yourself. You could feel him staring at you for a second before he sighed, dropped his bag on the coffee table, and sat down next to you.

“Come on, love,” he said softly, nudging your shoulder. “Talk to me.”

You shook your head, biting your lip to keep it together. The last thing you wanted was to fall apart in front of him.

Harry didn’t push. Instead, he stood up, walked to your kitchen like he owned the place, and started rummaging through your cabinets. A few minutes later, he came back with a cup of tea and sat down next to you again. He handed it over without saying a word, his green eyes full of concern.

“You didn’t have to come over,” you mumbled, barely audible.

“Don’t be daft,” he said, throwing an arm around your shoulders and pulling you into his side. “What kind of best friend would I be if I let you sit here crying over some loser who doesn’t deserve you?”

That’s when it hit you - those stupid tears you’d been holding in all day. You started sobbing, and Harry didn’t say a word. He just held you tighter, his hand rubbing your back while he let you cry it all out.

“You’re too good for him,” he finally muttered after you’d calmed down a bit. “Like, way too good. I’m talking he’s a Walmart sock, and you’re, like, a designer cashmere sweater or something.”

That actually made you laugh, even though your face was still wet with tears.

“Walmart sock?” you sniffled.

“It fits, doesn’t it?” he grinned, wiping a tear off your cheek with his thumb.

He stayed with you the rest of the night, refusing to leave no matter how many times you told him you’d be fine. He ordered pizza, put on your favorite rom-com, and even suggested you make a list of all the reasons your ex sucked so you could burn it in the backyard.

“You’re ridiculous,” you said, rolling your eyes.

“Yeah, but you love me for it,” he shot back with a wink.

By the time he tucked you into bed - after stealing one of your pillows for the couch - you actually felt okay. Not totally fine, but better. And as he kissed your forehead and told you he’d be right there if you needed him, you realized he wasn’t just your best friend. He was your person.

[28harryssunflower]

all of my one shots

Harry Styles

2013

The friend who loved you first

A glimpse, then a chance

2016

The girl in his life

2022

In love against all odds

Mafia

Gifts over gifts..

Just because you’re worth it

[28harryssunflower]

Gifts over gifts..

Harry Styles was known for being untouchable - cold, calculated, and always in control. To the rest of the world, he was the cold-hearted mafia boss who never let his emotions interfere with business. But with you? You saw a different side of him, one he kept hidden from everyone else.

That’s why, when you woke up to find a handwritten note on the pillow beside you, you were surprised.

Morning, love. Wear something nice today. Be ready by noon. Don’t ask questions.

You smiled to yourself, your mind racing with curiosity.

When noon came, a sleek black car was waiting outside your house, and a driver opened the door for you with a small smile. He didn’t say much, just handed you another note from Harry:

First stop: a little pampering. You deserve it.

The car took you to a luxury spa, where an appointment had already been made in your name. For hours, you were pampered with massages, facials, and manicures. By the time you left, you felt like royalty.

Another note was waiting in the car when you returned:

Second stop: your new favorite dress.

The car pulled up to a boutique you’d never been to before, and inside, a stylist greeted you with a smile. “Mr. Styles told us to make sure you found something perfect,” she said, leading you to a rack of stunning outfits.

After trying on a few, you settled on a dress that made you feel like the most beautiful person in the world.

The final note was waiting when you stepped back into the car, your heart pounding with excitement:

Last stop: me.

The car drove you to a private villa on the outskirts of the city, surrounded by sprawling gardens and glowing fairy lights. The sun was just beginning to set, casting the sky in shades of orange and pink.

Harry was waiting for you at the entrance, dressed in a tailored black suit that made him look like something out of a dream. For a moment, you almost couldn’t believe this was the same man who ruled over his world with an iron fist.

His usual cold expression softened the moment his eyes met yours. He stepped forward, reaching out to take your hand. “You look beautiful,” he said, his voice low and intimate.

“Harry, what’s all this?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

“You’ll see,” he said, a small smirk tugging at his lips.

He led you to a table set up in the garden, surrounded by candles and soft music playing in the background. The two of you ate dinner, and Harry surprised you by opening up more than he ever had before - talking about his dreams, his fears, and how much you meant to him.

By the time dessert was served, your heart felt so full you could barely breathe. And then Harry stood up, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a small black velvet box.

Your breath hitched as he dropped to one knee, his green eyes locking onto yours with a vulnerability you rarely saw from him.

“I never thought someone like me could have this,” he said quietly. “A chance at something real. You make me want to be better, to be more than the man I have to be. I love you. And I want you to be mine forever.”

He opened the box, revealing a stunning ring that glittered in the candlelight.

“Will you marry me?”

For a moment, you were too overwhelmed to speak. The man who was always so guarded, so stoic, had just laid his heart bare for you.

“Yes,” you whispered, tears streaming down your face. “Yes, Harry, of course.”

He stood, slipping the ring onto your finger before pulling you into a kiss that was full of passion and love. And in that moment, it didn’t matter who he was to the rest of the world. To you, Harry Styles was just the man who loved you more than anything.

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