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Jonathan Bailey in Making of Wicked.

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JONATHAN BAILEY as FIYERO TIGELAAR in Wicked (2024)

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Through the Darkness (Harry Styles one shot)

This topic is incredibly important to me. If you or someone you know is struggling with depression, please know you don’t have to go through it alone. Reach out to someone you trust—a friend, a family member, or a professional. You are not alone, and you are loved. There is strength in asking for support, and there are people who want to be there for you. You are never alone.

Pairing: Harry Styles x Female Reader

Word Count: 5.1k

Triggers: Depression, anxiety, emotional distress, mentions of isolation, self-doubt, and heavy themes of mental health struggles. Please read with care.

The world outside your apartment window was cold and colorless, mirroring the ache in your chest. Days blurred into nights, the sun rising and setting without your notice. It had been weeks since you last stepped outside for more than a grocery run. Even then, the strain of smiling at the cashier left you drained for days.

The depression you thought you’d left behind had returned, a familiar weight pressing against your chest, heavy and relentless. It was worse this time because it felt like failure. You’d been doing so well—hadn’t you? Harry had told you how proud he was. Your friends had said you seemed lighter. And now, here you were again, feeling like a burden to everyone you loved.

Harry was away on tour, as he always was this time of year. The texts and calls were there, of course. But you hadn’t told him. You couldn’t. His life was busy, full of flashing lights and cheering crowds, and you couldn’t bear to drag him into the shadows with you. He didn’t need that—not when he was living his dream.

So you suffered in silence, telling yourself you’d find your way out. Except, you didn’t.

Your best friend, Emily, was the first to notice. She’d stopped by unexpectedly, armed with a smile and coffee. You hadn’t answered her texts for days, and she’d decided to check in. When you opened the door, she froze, her face dropping.

“Hey…” she said softly, stepping inside without waiting for an invitation. “What’s going on, babe?”

You didn’t have the energy to lie.

Emily took one look at the unwashed dishes, the unopened curtains, and the dark circles under your eyes and immediately understood. She’d seen this before.

“Oh, love,” she murmured, pulling you into a hug. The warmth of her arms broke something inside you, and the tears you’d been holding back spilled over.

Emily didn’t leave that night. She made you tea, coaxed you into eating something, and stayed until you fell asleep. The next morning, she tried to talk to you about reaching out to Harry.

“He’ll want to know,” she said gently. “He loves you. You know he’d drop everything.”

But you shook your head. “I don’t want to ruin his tour. He’s happy.”

Emily sighed but didn’t push. Instead, when you weren’t looking, she sent Harry a message herself:

Hey, I know you’re busy, but she’s struggling again. She didn’t want me to tell you, but I think you should know. Call me when you can.

Harry didn’t see the text until hours later. His phone had been in the dressing room while he performed to a sold-out crowd. When the show ended and he finally unlocked it, Emily’s message was waiting.

He read it twice before his heart sank.

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Harry’s decision to leave wasn’t even a question. His team tried to reason with him, suggesting he finish the next two shows before taking a break, but he shook his head.

“No,” he said firmly. “She needs me. She’s more important than any of this.”

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The sound of a key in the lock woke you from a restless sleep. You sat up, your heart pounding as the door creaked open. When Harry’s familiar figure appeared, relief and guilt warred inside you.

“Harry?” Your voice cracked.

He didn’t say anything at first, just crossed the room in a few strides and pulled you into his arms. His chest rose and fell against yours, and you realized he was trembling.

“I’m here, love,” he whispered into your hair. “I’m here.”

You didn’t mean to cry, but his presence—his warmth, his steady heartbeat—was the comfort you hadn’t known you needed.

Harry didn’t try to fix you. He knew better than that. Instead, he stayed close, quietly reminding you of his love in the small ways that mattered most.

He opened the curtains one morning and sat with you on the couch, not saying a word as you watched the sunlight pour in.

He ran a bath for you, adding your favorite lavender oil, and sat outside the door in case you needed him.

He cooked meals you didn’t have the energy to eat but never made you feel guilty for it.

On the hardest days, when leaving the bed felt impossible, he stayed with you, holding your hand as if anchoring you to the world.

“I’m not going anywhere,” he told you one night, his voice steady. “Whatever you need, whenever you need it—I’m here.”

Slowly, the darkness began to lift. Harry’s patience, his unwavering support, created space for you to breathe again. He reminded you of the things you loved—the music you used to listen to, the books you hadn’t touched in months, the way your laughter used to fill the room.

It wasn’t easy, and there were setbacks. But with Harry by your side, you began to believe that maybe, just maybe, you’d be okay.

One afternoon, as you sat together on the couch, you looked at him and whispered, “Thank you.”

“For what?” he asked, his green eyes soft.

“For loving me. For staying.”

Harry smiled, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Always.”

And in that moment, you knew it was true.

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The Space Between Us (Harry Styles series)

You voted for chapter three of The Space Between Us - so here we go! ✨

Triggers: Subtle angst.

Pairing: Harry Styles x Sophie Pearson

Word Count: 3,712 Words

As always, thank you for your support!

tag list: @lizsogolden @fangirl509east @sassamanda77 @wheredidmyeyesgo @triski73 @hopeyoustaythenight

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CHAPTER ONE: HERE

CHAPTER TWO: HERE

Chapter three: Crossing the Line

Sophie stood at the kitchen counter, absentmindedly arranging and rearranging the hors d’oeuvres. It was a task she’d already completed twice, but she needed something—anything—to keep her hands busy.

Her encounter with Harry had left her rattled. Seeing him after all these years, hearing his voice, being so close she could catch the faint scent of his cologne—it had dredged up feelings she thought she’d buried long ago.

She leaned against the counter, taking a deep breath.

“It’s fine,” she whispered to herself. “You’re fine. Just focus on the wedding.”

But her pep talk was cut short when her brother Anthony appeared in the doorway, looking slightly frazzled.

“Sophie!” he called, startling her.

“What?” she snapped, turning to face him.

Anthony held up a roll of ribbon. “We’re short on this for the chairs. Can you handle it?”

“Sure,” she said, grabbing the ribbon.

“And one more thing,” Anthony added, rubbing the back of his neck. “Harry’s supposed to help with the table settings, but he doesn’t know what’s what. Can you explain it to him?”

Sophie froze. “What?”

“You’re the only one who knows the layout,” Anthony said, completely oblivious to her hesitation. “Just go over it with him, yeah?”

“Anthony—”

“Please, Soph,” he interrupted, giving her a pleading look. “I need to go check on something else, and I’m running out of time.”

Before Sophie could argue, Anthony disappeared, leaving her alone in the kitchen.

Sophie found Harry in the dining room, standing awkwardly by the long table that had been set up for the reception. He had rolled up the sleeves of his dress shirt, revealing the tattoos on his forearms, and was holding a small stack of plates.

He looked up as she entered, his expression shifting from curiosity to something softer.

“Hey,” he said.

Sophie forced a smile. “Hi.”

Anthony’s request echoed in her mind, and she sighed, stepping closer. “I hear you need some help.”

Harry chuckled, setting the plates down. “Apparently, I’m terrible at table settings. Thought I’d be better at it, considering how many fancy dinners I’ve been to.”

Sophie raised an eyebrow. “How are you bad at this?”

“Do you want the long list of reasons or just the highlights?” he teased, his dimples making an appearance.

Despite herself, Sophie felt a small smile tug at her lips. “All right, let’s get this over with.”

She moved to the table, explaining the arrangement in a brisk, professional tone. Harry listened intently, nodding along and occasionally asking a question.

“Got it,” he said after a while, picking up a napkin and folding it into a neat triangle.

Sophie arched an eyebrow. “Not bad.”

“See? I’m not completely hopeless,” he said, grinning.

As they worked side by side, the silence grew heavier. Sophie could feel Harry glancing at her occasionally, but she refused to meet his gaze.

Finally, he broke the silence.

“Sophie,” he said softly.

She paused, her hands stilling on a stack of cutlery. “What?”

“I’m sorry,” he said, his voice earnest.

She frowned, turning to look at him. “For what?”

“For everything,” he said. “For leaving. For not staying in touch. For… all of it.”

Sophie’s chest tightened. She opened her mouth to respond, but the words wouldn’t come.

“I know I let you down,” Harry continued, his green eyes filled with regret. “And I hate that. You meant so much to me, and I just—” He broke off, running a hand through his hair.

“Harry,” Sophie said, her voice quieter than she intended. “You don’t have to do this.”

“Yes, I do,” he insisted. “I’ve been carrying this guilt for years. I need you to know that I didn’t forget about you. I couldn’t. You were always there, in the back of my mind.”

Sophie stared at him, her heart pounding. She wanted to believe him, but the hurt from their past still lingered.

“It’s not that simple,” she said finally, her voice trembling. “You can’t just say sorry and expect everything to go back to the way it was.”

“I know,” Harry said, his gaze steady. “But I want to try. If you’ll let me.”

Before Sophie could respond, the sound of footsteps echoed from the hallway. Lizzie appeared in the doorway, her eyes flicking between them with barely concealed curiosity.

“Sorry to interrupt,” she said, though her tone suggested she wasn’t sorry at all. “Anthony needs you both outside. Something about the seating arrangements.”

Harry stepped back, giving Sophie a small, almost apologetic smile.

“Let’s go,” he said, his voice gentle.

Sophie nodded, following him out of the room.

As they stepped into the crisp afternoon air, Sophie couldn’t shake the feeling that this day was far from over. Her emotions were a tangled mess, and Harry’s presence only made it harder to keep everything in check.

And when Harry glanced at her, his expression filled with something she couldn’t quite name, Sophie knew one thing for sure:

This wasn’t the end of their story.

It was only the beginning.

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Chapter Three of The Space Between Us will be posted in less than 2 hours 🩷

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Of course! Thank you so much, it means a lot 🥹

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why do I sometimes feel like I’m not enough…

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yaaaay, I just posted a second chapter of my new series about Harry 🥹🩷 I’m nervous, excited and everything in between ⭐️

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The Space Between Us (Harry Styles series)

Hi 🩷 Welcome to Chapter Two of The Space Between Us. I’m so excited for this series that I just couldn’t wait any longer to post the next chapter. Also let me know if you’d like to be added to a tag list!

CHAPTER ONE: HERE

CHAPTER THREE: HERE

Triggers: Brief mentions of fainting, unspoken feelings, and emotional tension.

Pairing: Harry Styles x Sophie Pearson

Word Count: 3,522 Words

I hope you enjoy this chapter! 🩷

tag list: @lizsogolden

Chapter Two: The One I Could Never Tell

It was a summer evening, the kind where the sun lingered lazily on the horizon, painting the sky in streaks of orange and pink. Sophie sat cross-legged on the back porch of the Styles’ family home, a melting popsicle in her hand. Harry was lying on the grass, staring up at the sky, humming softly to himself.

The faint tune was familiar—it was the melody of a song he had been working on for weeks, scribbling lyrics into his notebook whenever inspiration struck.

“What do you think of this line?” he had asked earlier, holding up the notebook for her to see. The page was filled with messy scrawls, words crossed out and rewritten.

“It’s good,” she had said, though her mind was barely focused on the lyrics.

Because for the first time, Sophie wasn’t just looking at Harry. She was seeing him.

The boyish grin that seemed to light up every room. The way his curls fell messily over his forehead. The faint dusting of freckles across his nose.

She couldn’t pinpoint the exact moment, but something had shifted.

Her chest felt tight, and her stomach flipped as she watched him laugh at something she didn’t even hear.

“Oh no,” she whispered to herself, realizing what it was.

She had a crush on her best friend.

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Sophie’s eyelids fluttered open, and the world slowly came back into focus. Her head throbbed, and she could feel the scratchy fabric of the couch beneath her.

“What happened?” she murmured, her voice hoarse.

“You fainted,” came a voice from beside her. Sophie turned her head to see her cousin Lizzie perched on the armrest, concern etched across her face.

“I… fainted?” Sophie repeated, frowning.

“Yep. One minute you were standing there, clipboard in hand, and the next you were out cold.” Lizzie tilted her head, studying Sophie carefully. “What’s going on with you? You’re usually unshakable.”

Sophie hesitated, sitting up slowly. The room spun for a moment before settling.

“I thought I saw…” She trailed off, the memory rushing back. The doorway. The suit. The dimples.

“No,” she muttered, shaking her head. “It couldn’t have been.”

“What?” Lizzie pressed, leaning closer.

“I thought I saw Harry,” Sophie said quietly, her voice barely above a whisper.

Lizzie blinked, her expression unreadable for a moment. Then she burst out laughing.

“Oh, Soph,” she said between giggles. “It’s not your imagination. That was Harry.”

Sophie froze. “What?”

“Harry. Styles. The Harry. He’s here,” Lizzie said, enunciating each word like Sophie was a child. “Apparently, he’s been keeping in touch with Anthony all these years. He’s even staying for the wedding.”

Sophie’s mind reeled. “He’s here?”

“Yeah, but don’t freak out. He’s with Anthony right now. Something about catching up and looking at the venue.”

Sophie pressed a hand to her forehead. “This can’t be happening.”

Lizzie leaned back, crossing her arms. “Why are you so worked up about this? I thought you guys were childhood besties.”

“We were,” Sophie emphasized. “But that was a long time ago. We haven’t spoken in years. Not since…” She trailed off, unwilling to revisit that last argument.

“Not since what?” Lizzie prompted, her curiosity clearly piqued.

“It doesn’t matter,” Sophie said quickly, standing up. Her legs felt unsteady, but she forced herself to focus. “I need to check on the seating chart.”

“Oh no, you don’t,” Lizzie said, grabbing her arm. “You’re not avoiding this. What happened between you two?”

“Lizzie, I swear to God—”

Whatever threat Sophie was about to issue was cut short by the sound of footsteps.

Both women turned toward the doorway just as Harry stepped into the room.

He was still dressed in his suit, though his tie was loosened now, giving him a more relaxed appearance. His hair was slightly mussed, as if he had run his hands through it one too many times.

Harry’s green eyes locked onto Sophie’s, and for a moment, neither of them moved.

“Sophie,” he said softly, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

She felt like she couldn’t breathe.

“You’re awake,” he continued, stepping closer. “Are you okay? You gave us all a bit of a scare.”

“I… I’m fine,” Sophie stammered, her cheeks burning.

Lizzie looked between them, clearly enjoying the awkward tension. “I think I’ll leave you two to catch up,” she said, slipping out of the room before Sophie could stop her.

An uncomfortable silence settled between them. Sophie fidgeted with the hem of her blouse, while Harry shoved his hands into his pockets.

“I didn’t mean to surprise you,” Harry said eventually, his voice low and sincere.

“You didn’t,” Sophie lied.

He raised an eyebrow. “Really? Because fainting isn’t exactly a typical reaction.”

She sighed, dropping her gaze. “I wasn’t expecting to see you, that’s all.”

“I wasn’t sure you’d want to see me,” he admitted, his tone hesitant.

“Why wouldn’t I?”

Harry hesitated, his eyes searching hers. “Because I left. And I didn’t come back.”

Sophie’s heart clenched at the words, but she forced a smile. “It’s been a long time, Harry. We’ve both moved on.”

“Have we?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Her breath hitched, but she quickly masked it with a laugh. “You’re here for Anthony’s wedding. Let’s focus on that.”

Harry didn’t press the issue, but his gaze lingered on her for a moment longer than necessary.

Before either of them could say anything else, Anthony’s voice called from outside.

“Harry! Come on, mate, we’re gonna be late for the rehearsal!”

Harry glanced toward the door, then back at Sophie. “I guess I should go.”

She nodded, forcing a smile. “Yeah. You should.”

He hesitated, like he wanted to say more, but instead he gave her a small nod and walked out.

Sophie sank back onto the couch, her heart pounding. She had a feeling that this wedding was going to be far more complicated than she had anticipated.

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CHAPTER THREE: HERE

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I saw that other writers here create a tag list? But I’m not sure anyone would even want to be tagged whenever I post a ff 🥺

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Ma'am, you write angst so well 😞❤️. Just wanna say that I love your writings so much , even tho I mostly end up crying in a cool way.

Also , Happy New year !!!

Staaaaaaph, now I’m the one crying 😭 thank you so so SOOOOO much 🩷 HAPPY NEW YEAR TO YOU TOO ✨

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I NEED HIM TO COME BACK IN 2025.

HARRY, SIR, IT’S NOT FUNNY ANYMORE!