#florist harry

[blouisparadise]

Today we have a rec list of bottom Louis fics where Louis and/or Harry have popular jobs such as firefighter, flight attendance, florist, and mechanic. Since we get requests for rec lists with these particular jobs often, we decided to compile them into one list. We're marked each fic according to which job it features. If you enjoy our rec lists, please be sure to like and reblog the post to help spread the word. Happy reading!

1) December | Not Rated | 1,924 words | 💐

Magic happens here, in December.

2) Pilot | Teen & Up | 5,279 words | ✈️

“We have fifteen minutes.” Harry glanced down at the watch on his wrist. “How fast do you think my tongue can make you come?” Still against the wall, Louis felt a shiver run from the back of his neck down his spine. In three years walking on moving planes, he’d never had such zero control over his legs. At least not until now.

3) Your Apathy’s Like A Wound In Salt | Explicit | 5,312 words | 🛠️

“What a fucking ass!” Louis shifts his body so he’s completely facing away from the scene. “I asked him last night to fix my car and he said he would accept a payment in the form of me sucking his dick. I guess he’s really desperate, I can’t believe him.” Louis rolls his eyes, finishing off his drink in one go. Niall shakes his head and shrugs, “I told you to ask any other mechanic in town but you didn’t listen to me.” “Well, I didn’t think he would fucking say that now did I, Niall?” “Louis,” Paige rests a manicured hand on his shoulder, “So, you’re saying you still wouldn’t hit it?” “My ex?” She nods. “Yeah, I’d still hit that. Except this time it would be with a car or a baseball bat.” Suddenly, Niall spits out his beer all over the table as Paige bursts out laughing. “Fucking ruthless, you are.” Niall runs a hand through his styled hair.

4) Oil and Lube | Explicit | 5,552 words | 🛠️

The one where Harry's a car mechanic and Louis' engine can't seem to stop revving around him.

5) A Place To Call Home | Mature | 8,113 words | 💐

The thing is, he’s pretty sure he’s found home in a person in his life, someone who’s been essential in everything he’s done since he was seven years old. Through every broken bone, through every breakup, through every failure; through every triumph, personal and professional, and every goal he has scored in his time in Man U, there’s been someone there for it all.  That’s his best mate. Harry. A twenty-two year old with the kindest heart known to man, a slow drawl that is entirely too endearing, with the dreams to open up his own flower shop. A quiet and earnest boy with those he doesn’t know, and open and honest and absolutely lovely with those he loves.  It all hits him, really, the night of their final game of the Premier League. Again, timing is not his forté. They’re gearing up, ready to hit the field for the second half against Liverpool that determines their ranking in the League, when his brain decides to come online (after seventeen years, apparently), and conveniently supply him with the revelation that oh yeah, you’re kind of in love with your best friend.

6) If This Room Was Burning | Explicit | 8,629 words | 🔥

Where Louis’ cat gets stuck on the roof and Harry is the firefighter who ends up saving her.

7) Decorated Emergency | Not Rated | 10,359 words | 🔥

So what if they kissed once. It was the end of a shift that had seemed to drag on for twelve days instead of twelve hours. Their doctor was slow and felt the need to transfer every single patient, putting more work on every member of staff. Harry was stressed. Louis was the one who crowded him up against the door in the break room. It was Louis' fault, he was always pulling shit.

8) Taking The Long Way Home | Mature | 12,499 words | 🛠️

Coming home from the beach, Louis' car breaks down and he has to call mechanic Harry.

9) Bloom | Explicit | 24,887 words | 💐

Note: This fic is locked and can only be read by AO3 users.

Harry tucks the flower into the top pocket of Louis’ jacket, patting over his heart just once. “What is it?” Louis asks, eyeing the sunny little yellow flower, a bit like a buttercup, “It’s lovely.” Harry pushes a piece of hair behind his ear and smiles, “It’s a primrose. I got them in this morning, reminded me of you.”

10) A Trail Of Honey Through It All | Explicit | 27,083 words | 🛠️

The boy in front of him, well really, the man in front of him, was like something out of a confusing wet dream. Built, tall, tan and muscular, his skin glistened with sweat after a long day of working outdoors with his hands. He was wearing a cut up old American football shirt, the bottom hem was torn and the sleeves were cut off to the point where the t-shirt was really just a loose tank top. The shorts he had on had clearly been full length jeans at one point, and were now just crudely cut off above the knee. His white socks were pulled up too high on his calves, and the brown work boots he had on were old as fuck, the leather peeling along the edges of the soles. Curly brown hair stuck out from the edges of his backwards snapback, and there was a smudge of grease wiped along his brow bone. The smattering of hair along his jaw proved that he hadn’t shaved in a week or two, the hair growing in thicker across his upper lip and around his chin. His sinfully bowed mouth was pink and plump, and Louis was suddenly hyper-focused on the way that he chewed at the toothpick stuck between his lips. He looked like he needed a shower. Louis wanted to lick him.

11) A Hungry Heart | Explicit | 27,601 words | 💐

Harry Styles, florist and Great British Bake Off contestant, loves many things. He loves his flower shop, he loves baking, and there’s also that little crush he has on pop star Louis Tomlinson. But when Louis arrives on set as the surprise guest judge, Harry’s worlds collide. Throw in a cup of cuteness, a teaspoon of teasing, and a pinch of pining, and there’s all the ingredients for an epic love story, or absolute chaos.

12) Tangled Up And Blue | Explicit | 30,159 words | 🛠️

Kai just shakes his head, making his way down the small batch of stairs with a hop in his step. “Have fun on your weird adult date.” Harry sighs. “It’s not a date.” “Dad, you already have him in your bed most nights,” Kai sings, walking backwards towards Louis’ car with an insufferable smirk on his face. “It’s not looking too good for you,” he shrugs, hands curled around the straps of his backpack.

13) You Wish I Was Yours And I Hope That You’re Mine | Not Rated | 31,259 words | 💐

“What did you wish for?” Harry blushes, “If I tell you it won’t come true…” Louis sits straight again, a cute little determined look forming on his face, “I wished that a certain curly ‘aired boy would take me on more dates because I ‘ad such a good time on this one. And that’s going to come true, isn’t it?” “Of course,” Harry nearly splutters. “Yeah, yeah definitely.” “See?” Louis grins smugly. “Now I told you mine and it’s still going to come true, so will you tell me yours?” Their wishes were different though, because whereas Louis’ wish was cute and endearing, Harry found his own wish rather embarrassing. But he can’t lie to Louis, nor can he say no to Louis, so he sucks in a shaky breath of air before he speaks softly, “I wished that I was brave enough to kiss you…”

14) Stay Until Tomorrow | Explicit | 36,766 words | 🛠️

There’s a dull ache seeping through Louis’ body as he wakes up; a mild headache from last night’s alcohol intake, a cramp in his right arm from sleeping on it weird and a familiar soreness between his arse cheeks that Louis fully blames on his lousy one night stand.

15) One Heart Broke, Four Hands Bloody | Explicit | 47,429 words | 💐

Louis’ life is really fucking dull until one day he happens upon the scene of a crime, as said crime is happening. A murderer with big hands and a charming smile somehow manages to change his life for the better.

16) Once Burnt, Twice Shy | Explicit | 52,644 words | 🔥

Louis and Harry are polar opposites in every way. Where Louis is a bestselling author from the city, Harry is a small-town firefighter who’s never left his home. Where Louis is spontaneous and spirited, Harry is introverted and calm, never straying from routine. When an ill-fated accident and an exceptionally intelligent tabby bring them together, they are forced to confront their pasts and forge a better beginning for themselves. Will sparks fly, or will it all go up in flames?

17) No Going Back | Explicit | 56,102 words | 🛠️

Sales reps Harry and Louis are bored with their jobs and their lives. After meeting at a conference in Cardiff they hook up, have a few too many drinks, and jokingly apply to become remote lighthouse keepers. Six months, just the two of them, looking after the southernmost lighthouse off the bottom of Australia. It’s not like their applications will be accepted. Right? This is the story of how one choice - a left instead of a right, a go instead of a stop, a yes instead of a no - can change the future forever and that sometimes, taking that leap of faith, is worth the risk.

18) Between The Sand and Stars | Explicit | 63,128 words | ✈️

When an earthquake strands flight attendant Louis Tomlinson on a tropical island, he’s got paradise at his fingertips - miles of sunny beaches, immersion in vibrant culture, and a beautiful seaside mansion to enjoy. Unfortunately, it belongs to the egotistical musician Harry Styles, whose incorrigible management can do little to hinder his playboy complex. Despite Louis and Harry’s abhorrent first impression, contrasting backgrounds, and tendency to bicker every time they speak, who says opposites can’t attract? Them, of course, because they hate each other … right?

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[gumballavocadoharry]

A bed of roses:

"Oh my gosh Leah, it's beautiful!" Yn's friend had flashed the beautiful rock on her finger that was propped on top of a thin silver band. "Thanks Yn. I couldn't believe it when Damien finally proposed! It was on the cliffside of Yellowstone." Yn was beaming inside for her friend. After all, she had loved Damien for a very long time and it was a dream come true for them to finally be Mr. and Mrs. Cruz. Although content with her singleness, Yn couldn't help but feel a certain tug inside her that nudged her in the right place. It was a hollow feeling; one she would rather battle to suffocate down and win than lose and go home feeling forsaken. She knew it was a dumb equivocate ponder as she had a few good friends whom she could count on. But still.....something was missing. Her family was of no use.

Peter and Ada. Yn's parents were the last two people who could understand what real love was. They argued and screamed at each other and Yn for nothing. Calling their daughter every name in the book, being as emotionally broken to her as they could present themselves like a cheap gift shop present that had no value even through the eyes of the squintest. The battle ground they made their home into when Yn announced her departure from the family home. Misery loves company- which with such cynical reasoning- her parents threw a fit and it took a police escort to keep things settled. Yn changed states anyway. She left behind the old life of her broken dreams and jumped head first into a new one without any tethers holding her down. Yn took courses at local school in art. She owned a job at a bakery not too far from her apartment that sheltered her and a new kitten, Salmon.

Yn would put her sketches on some of the cakes and cupcakes that she would be assigned to decorate. In the meantime, Leah had put Yn on the job of collecting flowers for the upcoming wedding that was scheduled in the next two months. "Sure that sounds great!" is what Yn had said despite feeling completely blindsided by the sudden task. Mabel's Florals. That was the first shop that had caught the young woman's eye upon all the internet searching. The shop was sealed with tan clinker bricks and had a door frame of a chestnut brown. It was decorated old fashioned; an 1800's flower shop that sells flowers on its last leg. The woman; an older woman was very kind....but a bit too determined. Creepy in some type of way that Yn really couldn't contort her mind to linger on. But maybe, she had too. "Hello honey, are you finding everything alright?" Her voice, sweet, happy, but misleading. Something sinister sneered itself into the pits of Yn's stomach.

"Oh fine, thank you...." Yn could feel the lady staring. Her voice trailed off a little more than she would've liked. Could the lady sense she was creeped out a little and had this nagging dread feeling of something wanting to crawl out from the old brick walls of this innocent flower shop. Yn quickly left the shop, without giving so much as second glance. The flowers weren't even pretty; robbed of its usual naturalistic glow that was gifted to them from the seams of the earth. Yn's feet flickered against the sidewalk. Her mind lost for where she should start in finding a bunch of peonies for the wedding. Her eyes happened to explore over towards the corners of the wide ally. The ivy. Yn stopped and stood; scanning the structure of the building. It was cheery enough, set up in the way a large garden would be. The flowers that were outside the little shop were what caught Yn's eye the most.

Orchids, the flowers that Yn for some reason associated with death and funerals, were now made into this beautiful bouquet with the brightest light shining around them. It was the sensual glow and warmth of the shop that moved Yn's paralyzed feet to the front door. The light brown wooden door was open already; inviting the town inside to see the unique styles of flowers around. The shop was made in stone with a little apartment at the top. "Must be where the owner lives." Yn thought. Vines with bright artistic flowers hung from the outside around the shop. The windows were glass and outside stood some wooden buckets of flowers and a small table and chair set cafe style.

Yn went inside, stomach still in a knot from the last shop she visited. But this was different. The vibe was more pleasant and happy. Shelves of freshly watered flowers were lined on either side of her. And the place smelled like a garden, not a musty old haunted flower graveyard. A sign conspicuously captured Yn. A sign pointing towards the greenhouse that was out back. The place was much more than some grandma flower shop.

The greenhouse was breathtaking. It had a dome roof for sunlight to get in, but bugs and overbearing amounts of rain showers were blocked. The path was this cute little paver pathway that had this little river in the middle. The little bridge had this fence like railing; all while you could see the most beautiful flowers that only come once in a lifetime. They hung from different angles and some were even in the little river.

"Ello miss, looking for something?" A pommy accent caught Yn off guard. She turned around to the most vivid emerald orbs she had ever seen. They matched the aesthetic of the adorable flower shop. The man had big thick chocolate brown locks styled in a short haircut, deep dimples and focused eyes with cherry pink heart shaped lips. Yn gulped and threw on her most professional smile. "Uh, yes.....I was looking for....well, there's this wedding coming up and my friend requested peonies. And I was wondering if I could order them in large quantities?" The man smiled, wiping his hands on the big brown apron he had on. "Of course, in fact...I could even put a name on them for you if ya like?"

"Oh thanks!" Yn followed the clerk to the cash register where he typed something into the computer. "Can I have your name please?" "Yn." Something sparked inside the man, like he was amazed at the name like it was something that was never spoken off anyone's lips before. His tag read, Harry. Yn raised an eyebrow. A sensation shivered through her like a spirit. "Are these addressed to you?" "No, It's for Leah and Damien Cruz." Harry gave a small chuckle before flashing those deep dimples again, but in a smile this time. "They're lucky...." he finished signing the tag, "These are some beautiful flowers. They were some of the best in the season." Yn gave a small laugh, an amused laugh like she found him more than just kind.

"Alright Yn, your flowers will arrive in a couple weeks." Harry printed out a receipt. "Thank you for shopping with us, have a nice day," He said before handing the little piece of paper to Yn. "You too, thanks. She shoved the receipt in her pocket before heading out of the store. Harry couldn't help but keep his eyes memorized on Yn's walk. Such posh and elegance. He had to be snapped out of his thought when a venus fly trap ate a fly that was buzzing around Harry's head. Turning his sight toward the plant, a smirk crawled over his face. "Naughty little fella."

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Yn kept the flowers cared for. Watering them every day, feeding them sunlight, blanketing them in soil and shading them when a thunderstorm would jolt over suddenly. She couldn't afford for anything to forsake them- the wedding was the very next day.

Smoothing out the little wrinkles of her yellow dress, Yn gathered the flowers into her car and drove down to the banquet hall. "Yn! You made it!" Leah looked down at the big bouqet of flowers in her hand. "Oh they're so pretty!" Yn blushed. "They really are beautiful Yn.... where'd you'd get them?" 

"It's a place called 'The Ivy'. It's a nice british man who owns the shop- he sold these to me." Leah smiled, but let it shift towards one corner of her face. A furrow arched across Yn's eyebrows, but she shook it off and instead helped set the peonies over the hall and then mounted herself with the other bride's maids at the altar. 

Yn waved Leah and Damein off as they got into their car and drove to their honeymoon destination.

After cleaning up, Yn checked the clock. Almost 7 o'clock. Yn settled into her car and drove down the brick streets that led to her apartment. A small but spacious pastel lavender hubble with Salmon waiting for her, peched on his playground. Meow! "Oh Salmon, mommy's tired right now..." Yn kicked off her heels and flopped down on the couch. "As it is... I'm going to order a pizza for dinner. Remember the pasta mommy made didn't turn out right?" As if Salmon could understand, he nudged his head against her thigh. Yn laid back and stared back at the chalky colored celling. Despite the ache of hunger lingering around her, one thought still loomed through the back of her brain.

The british flower salesman.

He was kind. His eyes didn't seem to waft the importance off of her. Even with the simple sell of peonies, his sweet smile made the final charge on Yn. 

Hutton? Holden? Harold?.... Harry. 

Harry begin to live inside her mind. He somehow floated through her dreams, her thoughts, her time. But hunger ached again. Sitting up, Yn reached for the phone that was sat beside the couch on the little side table with french wirering decor. She scanned the living room, then the kitchen, then around the corner towards her bedroom. Any corner where a vase filled with flowers could go. Yn had spotted the perfect coners. One perched against the jam of the front door, one neighboring the corner where the cookie shaped cookie jar stood and one in the corner towards the vanity and the closet.

The phone still in her hand, Yn held it to her ear after pressing the last two buttons. "Hi, this is going to be for delivery."

A smile crept across her face. Tomorrow morning, Yn would visit the shop again. She didn't know the flowers that she particularly had in mind, but she did know what she was looking for.

Harry. A name that somehow tattooed itself into every corner of her brain and into the deepest nocks and crannies of it. A seed had been planted, and Yn knew what to water it with.

[stonnedparrott]

Hear me out...

Remus and Lily work together in a flower shop. One day, two boys come in to begrudgingly buy flowers for a funeral. Remus helps the pretty one with long black hair pick out white roses for his mother's wake, and Lily watches as the tall, broad one trails behind them- his eyes sharply focused on a bouquet of red lilies the whole time.

The atmosphere is tense, but Remus and Lily (who both usually feel uncomfortable around strangers) can't deny that even the silent company is enjoyable.

The next week, James and Sirius "coincidentally" find themselves in need of more flowers (for a totally real reason, NOT just so they can spend more time with the gorgeous florists. If they're just there to shamelessly flirt with the staff, it's not their fault okay.)

The two boys continue to find excuses to visit the flower shop. They have a schedule figured out, to make sure that at least one of them can visit the flower shop in acceptable intervals.

After a couple of weeks James asks Lily out for dinner and Sirius invites Remus to coffee. Both Remus and Lily blanch in confusion- because it turns out that this whole time they thought James and Sirius were a couple, buying flowers for each other, with romantic intentions.

Sirius and James obviously die from embarrassment, but funnily enough this is not even close to the first time they've been mistaken as a couple.

[sliebman10]

Florist AU

“New order,” Sirius said, looking at the ticket before handing it off to Remus.

Remus scanned it and nodded. “Should be done by the end of the day…I have the centerpieces for the wedding ready to go,” he said, gesturing toward his work station, where there were fifteen small, white tea pots filled with blue and white flowers. 

“Those are lovely as always, Moony,” Sirius said, kissing the top of his head as he walked by.

“This one is a special order though…” Remus said, squinting at the order. Chrysanthemums, peonies and daffodils?”

“Yeah,” Sirius said, raising an eyebrow. “That’s from…

“Our birthday months,” Remus said thoughtfully, an idea forming in his brain.

He diligently created the bouquet as requested, adding some flourishes he wouldn’t have normally added. Sirius admired his work as he did the books at the table across from him. 

This was how they spent most days in Full Moon Flowers. Sirius taking care of the business end, Remus fulfilling the orders. Sirius had tried to make the bouquets, but they never came out as good as when Remus made them. 

Later, the door chimed when Remus was bringing the centerpieces to the front for delivery and Sirius was talking to a customer at the register. When Sirius looked up, he froze a little.

“I ordered the bouquet earlier,” the familiar voice said.

Sirius’s head snapped up in surprise, then his face melted into a grin.”You’re home!” Sirius exclaimed, pulling the visitor into a bear hug. “Moony!”

Remus poked his head back in. “Harry?” he said, in surprise. Their boy had been traveling and hadn’t been around in months.

Harry grinned at the pair of them as Remus joined the hug. “I am. It’s good to be home.”

Word Count: 292

@wolfstarmicrofic

[mulledcherrywine]

Summer in Italy - IG Concept

summary: y/n is a florist from London, with a very small following and spends a summer in Italy with harry 🤭

this is my first ig concept so any feedback/kind words is vv appreciated 🫶🫶

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harryflorals Harry and y/n in Italy earlier today!

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harrystan100 OH ?

harrysleftshoe the way i called this two weeks ago when they were first spotted-

watermelonsugarpaper she’s too cool for him

adoreyouuuharry do y’all just hate this man or what?

harryedwards00 why r u acting like yk her

harrystan88 fr !!

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yourinstagram brb i’m cancelling my flight home

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yourbestfriend Y/NNNN. COME HOME. I MISS U.

yourinstagram i miss u too ma cherie :,)

mitchrowland glad to see my diagram struck a chord with you.

yourinstagram ur just so wise, mitchell

harrystyles you make it so much sunnier here

harrystyles i love youuuuuu

yourinstagram i love you moreeeee

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harrystyles Venice. 2023.

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paulithepsm 💜

harrysscherries FUCK

harrystan1001 ☠️☠️

medicineharry so real

harry_lambert my favourite barbie and ken dolls to dress up ✨💗🌈

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harryflorals More of Harry and Y/n in Italy last night!

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harrystannn i can’t do this today harryflorals

dontyoucallhimbaby i love them idc

watermelonhighhh right ? ppl are so negative

harrysshousee oh he’s marrying her 100%

[callmesel]

I zone out when I was in the shower and had a full AU idea

Fred is a terminally ill cancer patients and has one last chance to "survive" and is a high risk surgery where they need a high compatible donor.

The first thought it's for George to help him, as they are twins and are basically genetically identical. However, George can't do the surgery because he just got out of a terrible accident that leaves him too weak for that type of surgery but good enough to continue his life as "normal" (he still has to take a bunch of different pills so his immune system is full of those different elements that can become a health hazard to Fred if they proceed with the surgery)

For plot convenience tbh, none of the other Weasleys are good enough candidates so they are desperate to save Fred. They are a family of fighters, they are not gonna let Fred just die. There is one family member that could save Fred and that is Percy.

Percy left the family after a heavy fight with Arthur were, after none stop rumours of Percy 'sleeping' his way into his position into the government and of making fun of his family with other high executives, accuse him of such acts. Percy offended and hurt, leaves, saying that his boss was right and that they are just keeping him from truely take off. That happened over 3 years ago and no one knew where Percy was.

So George, taking matters in his own hands, was determined to track down his older brother to save his twin.

Thanks that Ron and his bf Harry worked in the police force, they could see that Percy was still in the country and that he probably was still on England.

George disguised himself as a brunette and even got help to change his face (fake piercing, tattoos, marks) anything to make it more difficult to recognise. And after a long play were they manage to find Oliver Wood, who's Percy's friend, after jumping all around the place.

They are in a high class event, that shock George, and he sees Percy so he slowly approached him. All that pain from all those years were about to erup on him when he saw something, Percy looked happy?

Months goes by and George and Percy become friends (Percy did not know that he was talking with his brother) and George finally builts the courage to ask about his family. He finds out that Percy has a wife and two beautiful twin girls and that he is going great. But then, he starts taking about the Weasleys. George is prepare to hear awful things about them, but no. Percy is not saying nothing hurtful about them. In fact, it sounded like they were a great family. But then again, things take a turn and Percy, drunk because they were drinking at his house, opens up about the fight and George discovers much more.

How he felt ignore by everyone just for carrying the Weasley name, how he felt disconnected from them some one. It was too much to bare for George so he told who he actually was and Percy was astonished. He screams and begs for George to leave. He pushes him to the door but right before closing it George manage to speak and starts telling him all that has happened and that Fred is dying from cancer and that he needed his help.

That stops Perce for a second but then Audrey, his wife, asks him if everything is all right, and Percy gors back to himself and closed the door on Georges face.

George screams at his door and tells him that he knew that he was a coward all along. That he is selfish and a p*ssy and that he is ashamed to has a bastard as his brother.

A week goes by and George finds Percy at his door. He was about to close it but they start chatting and there is allt of frustration going on that lead to no where so Percy leaves again.

I don't know how it ends because like I said, I made this on the fucking spot as I showered and I'm trying to recall everything I was imagining. (I'm my head it was a beautiful animation with Die with a smile at the background) I didn't imagine a scene of Percy visiting Fred in secret and being caught by Charlie who was visiting to try to see if he was compatible (bc he couldn't do the test before) and Charlie decides that he is not gonna tell anyone and talk to Fred first.

I think that Fred should die at the end, to ass more salt to the wound so yeah. Hurt and no comfort, love that.

I want Fred to meet Percy's girls and be excited but passing away anyway. i want them to bond and then die or smt like that. Might write a fic about it.

[chrisevansonly]

From Italy with Love blurb (harry’s angel)

pairing: harry styles x female reader (angel)

summary: nothing beats enjoying the quiet of your italy villa with your little family<3

warning: none!

a/n: i’m slowly getting back into working on some fics, i’ve been just dealing with a few things but i promise stuff is coming<3

Nothing would ever come close to feeling like the summer breeze in Italy felt as you lay tangled up in the sheets. Soft sounds of birds chirping and the small town around your villa awakening as the sun crept up on your villa. This was your favourite wake up call, no rushes to hotels or venues for concerts, just delicate softness to help rise you from your sleep.

The only thing that confused you was the utter quietness within your home, no crying from Violet, and no sweet nothings in your ear from Harry. Looking at the clock beside you it was almost eight a.m., Vi would have been up by now so you figured Harry had gotten up with her and let you sleep, something he was doing a lot of recently, never quite getting enough of his baby girl.

It didn’t take long for you to get out of bed, slipping on a button up of Harry’s, your soft cotton shorts keeping you extra comfy as you brushed your teeth. You took your time waking up, completing your skin care before making your way downstairs. As soon as you made it towards the back french doors you could hear quiet murmuring accompanied by the little noises Violet sometimes made that Harry was certain, she was talking back to him.

“Good morning my sunshines”

At the sound of your voice Harry turned to smile at you, Violet tucked securely in his arms

“Oh say good morning mummy”

“Morning my little Violet”

Leaning down to press a kiss to her little cheeks you smiled moving to kiss your husband, his eyes watching yours filled with nothing but love for you

“Good morning angel”

“Morning baby, have you both been up for a while?”

He shook his head

“She woke up round six, so we’ve been sitting outside napping a bit and watching the birds”

“She’s been sleeping a bit later, maybe she knows her daddy’s on vacation”

Harry laughed, moving to give you space to sit down next to them

“Well isn’t that nice of her”

He looked down at Violet who’s eyes were moving around, when they landed on you she made a little noise

“Hello petal, did you find me? Hmm? You’re so precious baby”

Hearing your voice she gave you the faintest sign of a smile, Harry moving to pass her to you before letting you lean back on his chest. Violets eyes remaining on you as you brought a finger down to stroke her cheek.

“God she’s your carbon copy H”

He hummed

“She’s got your nose though, kinda crazy how we created her isn’t it?”

“Mhm, pinch myself every now and again”

Slowly Violets eyes fluttered closed, happy to be snuggled up against you, your body relaxing further into Harry’s as you enjoyed the warm air and solitude your little family had at this moment.

“Wish we could stay here forever”

“Who says we can’t?”

Pressing a kiss to your cheek Harry’s hands moved to rest on your thighs, no hidden intentions other than to find comfort in being close to you

“Guess we better write letters to our family, from italy with love, we’re never coming back”

“Sounds like a plan to me”

Laughing softly you let your eyes close as well, Harry more than happy to keep his girls comfortable and happy. He knew you couldn’t stay at your villa forever but you could for now, and that was all he wanted to do: shut the world out and hide away with his girls.

There was nowhere else in the world Harry wanted to be than right here, with his little family.

[meetmymouth]

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She walks inside the Another Man building, and this time, she remembers to wipe her feet on the small, worn-out door mat by the entrance. Olive looks up, and calls for her, making her stop in her tracks just as she’s about to get in the lift.

“Good morning, Olive,” she smiles, taking a mint from the small bowl on her desk.

She grunts, then looks her up and down. “You look very professional,” she takes in her black jumpsuit and heeled boots. “Are you getting a promotion?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know,” Talulah winks. “I’m not. I have a meeting with MJ and Paula. I thought I’d dress up for a change.”

“Hm,” Olive nods, though Talulah sees the tiny smile creeping in. “Okay– well, go, you’re holding me up.”

“Oh– yeah,” she nods, pinching her cheek before taking a step towards the lifts. “See you later, Liv!”

It was Thursday, which meant she had two shoots after her morning meeting with MJ and Paula. She smiles at a few colleagues before making a beeline into the small kitchen, hand already in her white canvas bag, trying to locate her coffee cup.

“Is this your last day of work?”

She looks up at Zayn’s voice, and it earns him an eye-roll.

“Why?” She puts the kettle on, placing her bags on the small table in front of her.

Zayn is leaning against the counters, and he looks good as usual, dressed in white trousers and a red jumper with polka dots.

“You’re dressed awfully nice.”

“Are you trying to say I don’t dress nice usually?” She asks, grabbing a spoon from the rack.

Zayn shrugs. “Not this nice. Is that a Gucci belt?” He leans forward to investigate. “Is it real? Please don’t tell me otherwise.”

“It’s real,” she swats his hands off of her, and takes the boiled water, pouring it into her cup. “I have a meeting with MJ and Paula.”

“About?”

“I don’t know,” she shrugs. “I’m still here, aren’t I?”

“Well, maybe it is your last day, if Paula is here,” he shrugs, taking his cigarettes out of his pocket. “Shall we?”

“Yes. Let’s go.”

She drops her bags off in her small office, and follows Zayn outside, both of them taking their spot by the railings, and she extends the lighter, helping him light his cigarette. They mostly smoke in silence, the only noise surrounding them coming from the London traffic; horns and tires screeching, and Zayn sighs, turning to Talulah.

“Are you happy, Talulah?” He says, taking another drag from his cigarette.

Deep conversations weren’t out of the ordinary for Zayn and Talulah. Despite people thinking of Zayn as a quiet person, he loved talking when the timing was right. He said what needed to be said.

She looks up at him, a surprised twinkle in her eyes. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Are you happy– with Harry, with everything going on in your life?”

“I don’t know,” she purses her lips. She hadn’t thought about it in a while– what being happy meant. She says as much. “I haven’t thought about it, to be honest.”

“Mhm,” Zayn nods, taking another drag from his cigarette. He puts it out on the side of the wall, and discards it in one of the plastic cups they brought out and used as a make-shift ashtray.

“I guess so– I guess I’ve been happier recently,” she nods. “Harry helps. Therapy helps, too.”

Zayn only nods, and looks down at his shoes. “Good.”

“Are you? Happy?” She redirects the question, earning a chuckle from him.

“I think so. I’ve no reason to be unhappy.”

“Not at all?”

“Not at all.”

She is called into MJ’s office when she’s just walking inside with Zayn, and she promises to keep him updated on the meeting as she begins walking towards his office at the top floor. Her boots click on the marble floors, and she takes a deep breath before knocking on the stained glass door.

She hears MJ’s deep voice inviting her in, and she opens the door, finding Paula already sitting on one of the chairs around the meeting table MJ has in his office. She greets them both with a smile on her face, and walks further into the office, closing the door behind her.

“Take a seat,” MJ nods, clearly the one designated to talk more today as opposed to Paula who watches them both with a barely-there smile.

Paula takes a deep breath, clearly wanting to get to the point.

Talulah turns to her.

“How do you feel about an intern joining you for a couple of weeks, Talulah?” Paula asks, hands on the table.

“An intern?”

“Yes. Remember how and where you started?”

“I do, yes, of course,” she nods, turning to MJ.

MJ nods along, and waits for Paula.

“We are hiring for our new building in New York. MJ suggested someone shadow you for a few weeks before he makes the move to settle in New York. We already have someone coming, just wanted to see how you felt about someone shadowing you here,” Paula says, crossing her arms.

“Are you– sure? I mean, I’ve never had anyone shadowing me before.”

“MJ trusts you,” Paula nods. “And so do I, to be completely honest. We’re very happy with you, and he figured you would want this opportunity.”

“I mean, yeah, of course– yeah.”

“Yes?” Paula asks, turning to MJ for a second. “Are you saying yes, then?”

“Yes,” Talulah confirms, a small smile appearing.

MJ claps his hands, and reaches across the table to squeeze Talulah’s cold ones.

“Great!” He says, turning to Paula. “I’ll inform Noah, and get him a visitor’s ID, and whatnot.”

“Okay, great,” Paula nods, getting on her feet.

Talulah does the same.

“Thank you, Talulah,” Paula says, cracking a tiny smile. It’s so small Talulah barely recognises it before Paula turns around, and leaves MJ’s office.

“Any questions?” MJ asks, phone in hand.

“I mean– yeah. Who is he? How long is he shadowing me for? I’m nervous– is that normal?”

“Yeah, it’s normal. Don’t be nervous, you’re great at what you do, otherwise Paula wouldn’t agree on it, you know her,” MJ smiles.

“I do, yeah. So,” she says. “When do I get to meet him? What’s he like?”

“Tomorrow. And, he’s great– got great connections. He was working freelance before, but got great recommendations.”

She nods, and they chat for another couple of minutes before she leaves his office, and makes his way to her own floor. Lauren is already in her seat, working on something on her computer, and she walks over to her desk.

“Hey,” she greets her, and she turns around, smiling at her.

“Hey, you.”

“I just got back from MJ’s office–”

“–Are you fired?”

“No.”

“Then?”

“I’m having someone shadow me for a couple of weeks before they hire him for the New York office,” she murmurs, looking around for Zayn.

He’s just leaving the kitchen, and when he notices them both, he walks over to them.

Lauren claps her hands, despite the look she’s receiving from Talulah, and Zayn nods at her.

“Is she fired?” He says, sitting on the corner of her desk.

Talulah sighs. “Why is everyone asking the same thing?”

“We’re just fucking with you,” Lauren laughs, turning to Zayn. “She’s gonna have an intern shadow her for a couple of weeks before they move to New York.”

“Oh,” Zayn turns to Talulah. “Well done, T. That’s good news. Paula was there, wasn’t she?”

“Yep,” she nods. “She even cracked a smile. Once or twice.”

“Congratulations, T. That means they’re very happy with your performance,” Zayn says, placing a hand on Talulah’s shoulder. He squeezes, and Talulah smiles at him.

One of today’s shoots included working with Nick Robinson, and she couldn’t help but feel giddy over it. She gets ready, and brainstorms about the shoot with Zayn and his crew, and he tells her which lighting would be the best for some of the outfits he would have on. She makes a cup of coffee, and walks into the lift with Zayn and Metta. The studio is already alive, a blue backdrop already on as per Talulah’s request. ‘Mother of Pearl’ by Roxy Music is playing, the song coming through Zayn’s speakers, and she tries to get everything ready before Nick Robinson shows up with his entourage.

“You good?” Zayn asks, holding a pastel green scarf.

She nods, and turns towards the lifts when she hears commotion.

It’s Nick Robinson, dressed in wide leg trousers and a navy crochet vest. His hair is styled to perfection, and a few strands fall over to his face, creating a ‘nonchalant’ look.

“Hello,” he smiles, walking over to them.

He first greets Zayn, reaching a hand as they shake each other’s hand, and then he turns to Talulah.

“Hey,” he says, reaching and shaking her hand. “You’re Talulah.”

“I am,” she smiles, perhaps a little too big, and lets go of his soft hand. “Nice to meet you.”

“Likewise.”

Nick turns to his PA, and Zayn guides him over to where a stool is stood in the middle of the room, in front of the backdrop. He sits down, and gives them a cheesy smile.

“I’ll just do a couple of test shots,” she says, grabbing her camera off the tripod. “And then, we’ll start.”

“Cool,” Nick grins. “How do you want me?”

“Doesn’t matter, just look at me and smile a little?”

He hums, and does what he’s told. It’s an easy shoot, Nick delivers what he’s supposed to, and Talulah can’t help but ask about his films, I’m a fan, if you couldn’t tell.

“Thank you for everything,” Nick says, shaking her hand after they wrapped up.

“Thank you, you were great.”

Lunch break comes too soon, and Talulah eats her wrap in silence as her greasy fingers work the keyboard of her laptop. She answers some emails, forwards some here and there, and sends herself a couple to remind her of her tasks for the upcoming weeks. Before closing her laptop, she gets another email from HR, MJ and Paula cc’d, about Noah’s arrival on Wednesday.

“T?”

She looks up at Zayn’s voice.

He’s standing by the door, his glasses in hand.

“Yes?”

“Jules is asking if you’d like to come around for dinner,” he says, looking down at his phone. He sounds gruff, like he’d been smoking for the last couple of hours.

She laughs. “Tonight?”

“I guess.”

“I mean– do you want me to come?”

He looks up, eyebrows raised in question. He looks bored. “What?”

“I’m joking.”

“Oh.”

“Jesus– you’re so awkward sometimes,” she closes her laptop, and starts tidying up her things– stuffing everything in her tote. “I’ll come.”

“Bring Harry, too.”

“What?” Chargers. Glasses. Favourite pens. More chargers– all stuffed in the yellow tote.

Zayn groans, taking a step back. “Bring Harry. Tonight.”

A grin appears on her face.

Zayn liked Harry.

Zayn rarely showed interest in people– especially the ones who just entered their lives.

“Okay…” she grins wider, turning off the small lamp on her desk. “I’ll ask him.”

Zayn nods. He watches her cross the desk and walk over to him with her bags as they begin walking side by side to the lift.

“Jules said it’d be nice,” Zayn says once in the lift, long fingers pressing the ground floor in a practised manner.

Talulah looks up, confused. “What?”

“Jules.”

“What?”

“She said Harry should come over as well. With you.”

“Okay, Zayn.”

Talulah looks down at the grey jeans she’s got on, and reaches for another pair on her bed. When she taps on her phone screen, it immediately goes off, showing Harry’s contact name. She answers with a smile, and in a few minutes, she’s locking her door and walking towards Harry’s Mini with quick steps as she tries to protect her makeup from the rain.

She gets in the warm car with a sigh, the sound of Harry’s wiper blades filling her ears as Harry greets her with a smile, watching as she places her bag on the backseat along with the wine bottle that’s secured in a pink tote.

“Hey,” he murmurs, lips already on her cheek as he presses a small kiss there. She smiles, taking in his smell and the moustache that’s been growing on his beautiful face.

She kisses his lips, then his chin. “Hey, you,” she notices the ‘Kiss’ t-shirt and his pink beanie. “Looking cosy with the beanie,” she murmurs, making him chuckle– his hand still on the back of her neck.

He thumbs at the soft skin there. “Yeah?”

“Mhm. Though, a t-shirt? It’s freezing.”

“I’ve got a cardigan on as well– and a coat,” he shrugs.

He kisses her one last time before letting go, and puts the car in drive.

“I missed you,” he looks at her, only for a moment before his eyes are back on the road.

There’s not much traffic, surprisingly, Talulah notes, so they drive in peace for the most part.

“I missed you, too,” Talulah agrees, reaching and messing with his beanie. He lets out a huff, one hand leaving the steering-wheel to fix the hat.

A moment of silence before he talks.

“You did?” He asks while Talulah is trying to connect her phone to the radio.

She doesn’t look up from her phone, her finger scrolling through her playlists to choose a song from. “I did, what?”

“You missed me?” Harry asks, clearing his throat.

He sounds on edge, almost, so she looks up from her phone screen, finding his eyes on the road.

“What do you mean?”

He takes a bit to answer.

“You’ve been a bit– I don’t know, I guess I wanted to hear your voice more these past couple of days.”

She holds off on starting her chosen song for a bit, out of respect.

“What do you mean?”

“I wanted to call more, text more…”

She chuckles. “We’ve been texting!”

“I know!” He lets out a laugh, but it sounds forced– almost embarrassed.

“So? Harry, are you okay?”

“I am. I’ve just– I don’t know, I’m being silly. I missed you, that’s all.”

“And I’ve missed you,” she laughs, right hand reaching and thumbing at the spot on his cheek where she knows his dimple would be.

He smiles, and she feels the dimple under her touch.

“Okay,” he says, voice quiet, but the dimple doesn’t disappear.

She likes it.

She prefers it that way.

They drive in silence for another minute before she turns to him again, finger hovering on the screen of her phone.

“Pick a number between one and twenty-one,” she says.

Harry lets out a chuckle. “Six,” Harry says, and she counts quickly, finger scrolling through songs.

She stops, and they both let out a laugh when Fleetwood Mac comes on.

“How predictable,” Harry says, eyes glinting despite the darkness of the car’s interior.

She hums.

How predictable, indeed.

‘Maybe now he could prove to her/ That he could be good for her/ And they should be together’

They arrive at Zayn and Jules’, and park the car in front of Zayn’s Range Rover. They joke about the size of Harry’s car compared to Zayn’s, and how his Mini fits into the space with ease before Talulah gathers her bags, and she watches Harry lock the car before turning to her with a wine bottle of his own in his hand.

He reaches for her free hand, and she smiles at the warmth of his palm against her own. They laugh about the wine they both had brought, same brand, and Talulah asks about Bo again. She knocks on the blue door, and watches for a moment as Harry takes in his surroundings.

Jules opens the door, wearing a bright-yellow jumper that is in contrast with the gloomy weather outside. Her smile is so big, Talulah can see the joy in her brown eyes as she ushers them inside, saving them from droplets of rain outside.

When they're inside the warm flat, Zayn appears out of nowhere, dressed in a pair of loose-fit jeans and a purple hoodie, and hugs them both. Jules accepts their gifts with a beaming smile– you didn't have to, and they take their seats at the table. Both Harry and Talulah compliment Jules–and Zayn–on the food, Zayn cracking a big smile when Jules looks down with a small smile as soon as Harry asks whether Zayn is a good cook or not.

“I’m so happy you guys could make it,” Jules says, cutting into her food.

Harry looks at Talulah for a moment, his smile widening, and turns to Jules. “Thanks for the invitation. You’re a good cook, everything’s delicious.”

“Thanks, Harry,” Jules smiles. “So,” her gaze wavers between Talulah and Harry. “How did you two meet?”

“Oh,” Harry turns to Talulah, like he’s waiting for her to give him the floor, or better yet, answer it herself.

Talulah doesn’t, though. She looks down, though a smile appears on her face as the silence fills the room, six pairs of eyes watching her.

Harry coughs into his fist. “We met at a Christmas dinner,” he answers, though it feels as though he’s wanting to say something else.

He doesn’t, though.

Instead, Talulah looks up, and places her hand on his chin, thumbing at the soft, warm skin there before turning to the curious pairs of eyes.

“Arielle hosted a Christmas dinner, we were both there,” she says, placing her elbows on the table. “I was mean to him.”

“You weren’t,” Harry laughs.

They all do.

“I was.”

“Nah,” Harry shakes his head, and turns to Jules with a smile on his face. “I saw her and wanted to introduce myself. She looked beautiful,” he says, and Talulah doesn’t have to look at him to know his cheeks are warm, and slightly flushed.

She still does, though.

She looks at his dimple, then into his eyes. Harry smiles.

“See,” Talulah turns to Jules. “He thought I was beautiful, and I was a total bitch to him.”

She turns her attention to Zayn, noticing how quiet he’d been all night. He’s got a sombre look on his face– a look she can’t quite work out. She raises her eyebrows at him, a silent conversation happening between the pair, and Talulah turns to Jules again, ignoring Zayn.

Harry interrupts her thoughts.

“Got us here in the end, didn’t it?” He says, biting his bottom lip.

They keep eating, and talking about nothing and everything all at once. At one point, Harry and Zayn start arguing over football, and Zayn groans one too many times when Harry brings up the league table.

Talulah falls quiet.

She thinks back to the first night they’d met– the first time Talulah had seen Harry.

She wonders if she’d dreamt the whole thing, their first interaction.

In truth, she wasn’t the one being mean– Harry had started it.

How could he not remember her? Still, to this day, how could Harry not remember the first time he’d seen Talulah? Had she changed that much in one night? Was it her makeup– her hair? Or, was it her clothes?

It was silly.

It was weird.

She didn’t know why it mattered so much, Harry being rude to her at the shop. It was insignificant. It was pointless to dwell on such a thing when he had redeemed himself already.

Harry was kind.

He was beautiful– in every sense of the word. His heart was big, and so warm, and Talulah wanted to hold it in her hands, despite the coldness of her palms– despite the imaginary callouses decorating her palms. She thought his big heart wasn’t fit for her dirty hands. It was as if her palms were too muddy, too bleak and unworthy for his big heart.

She looks up at his touch on the back of her neck.

“You with us?” Harry asks, grinning.

“Did you tell Harry about your new intern?” Zayn interrupts their moment, and she feels cold all of a sudden, despite Harry’s warm hand on her neck.

She feels his curious gaze on her, and she shakes her head. “I forgot to.”

“You have an intern?” Harry asks.

“Apparently…”

The night carries on, Harry insists on helping Jules with tidying up and putting everything in the dishwasher so she lets Harry and Zayn load the dishwasher while she puts the kettle on, Talulah watching quietly from a distance. She watches Harry joke with Zayn, Zayn’s usually quiet attitude disappearing under Harry’s jolly personality. Although it’s only been a couple of months of knowing Harry, Talulah can tell he’s quieter than usual. He zones out quite often when Zayn doesn’t talk, and he almost breaks a plate and drops cutlery more than once.

They sit and talk in Zayn and Jules’ spacious living room, and Talulah presses her body closer to Harry’s warmth when a new song comes on through the speakers. She can’t quite recall ever hearing the tune, or the melody, so she listens intently. Harry turns his attention to her, her head on his shoulder– hair touching the warm skin of his neck. He smiles down at her, though his eyes tell a different story.

She doesn’t question it there.

She lets him lay his head on hers, and she smiles, a small one, and hums when Jules gushes about the new greengrocers near Hamilton Road.

They leave Zayn and Jules’ flat around eleven, and Harry doesn’t reach for her hand when they’re walking towards his car like he did when they first arrived.

She hugs her aching body, trying to shelter the last bits of warmth inside her body and winter coat while Harry walks ahead, long limbs trying to beat the freezing weather.

“Are you angry at me?”

“What?”

She looks up from her seatbelt, and looks into his eyes, finding him already watching her tired fingers work the seatbelt.

Harry waits for her answer.

It doesn’t come for a while, until Harry’s turning the ignition and they’re on the road again.

Her hand reaches for the cable that connects their phone to the radio, though his cold hand stops her mid-reach.

She turns to him.

He’s focused on the road.

“Don’t,” he says, voice low, almost a murmur.

He does sound angry.

She feels her heart start beating even faster now, brain trying to come up with all the reasons he might feel so hostile and worked up.

She thinks it might be because she didn’t like the wine they brought, or perhaps it was when she rolled her eyes at his joke about one of her outfits she wore last week.

Could’ve been the time when he pressed a kiss to her chin, and she bit her lip while trying to distance herself from his touch because she felt Jules looking at them.

She comes empty-handed.

“Talulah?” Harry questions the overbearing silence in the tiny car.

She turns to him, catching a glimpse of his distant gaze before his eyes find their focus on the road.

“What?”

“I don’t want you to play a song to fill the awkwardness,” Harry grumbles.

If she were brave, she would’ve gasped at the heavy implications of his words.

“So it’s awkward now?” A bitter laugh leaves her mouth. She shakes her head. “What– who made it awkward– why? How is it my fault that you made it awkward, Harry? I mean–” she takes a deep breath, palms sweating.

“I didn’t say you made it awkward.”

“You implied it.”

Harry lets out a groan. “I didn’t. I’m just saying–”

She grows frustrated. She pinches the bridge of her nose. “Just fucking spit it out. You’re giving me the cold shoulder– you have been giving me the cold shoulder all night. I have no idea why you’re so– so angry about!”

“All night?” His voice is gruff, but still loud.

“Just tell me for God’s sake, Harry.”

“Do you even like me, Talulah?”

Talulah stiffens, levelling Harry with a hard, stone-cold gaze. “What?”

A bitter laugh escapes his mouth. “Do you? Do you like me as much as I like you?”

Talulah feels small.

She feels guilty, yet so angry.

How dare he?

How dare he question her feelings towards him when she should be the one doing so.

She should be the one questioning his feelings, his stance on this relationship, considering their first interaction.

Maybe, she found herself thinking from time to time, maybe Harry was just pretending.

Maybe he’s been pretending the whole time; pretending to have forgotten how awful he was to her when they first met, and the fact that he acted like he didn’t remember anything at Ariel’s party. Maybe Harry was a player. Maybe he was just an awful person– a scam.

So, yes, Talulah feels small. She feels six-years-old again, being questioned about her feelings, about how real they are. ‘Are you sure you’re hungry?’, ‘Did you really think it would work?’, ‘You’re only six, Lullah, don’t get involved in our business’, ‘You’re overreacting, you’re acting silly’.

“Are you even listening?” Harry asks, incredulously.

Talulah gulps, the lump in her throat expanding. “I am.”

“And you’re choosing not to answer,” he makes a sharp left, and she looks out the window, feeling alarmed for a moment before she chastises herself for feeling so, knowing Harry wouldn’t do anything to harm her.

“I just think it’s a stupid question.”

Harry stops at a red light, and the window rolls down, only a little bit. The breeze seeps inside the car, filling the small vehicle with the smell of smoke and exhaust. Talulah feels sick to her stomach, sick at the silence filling not only Harry’s car, but also Talulah’s heart.

Harry doesn't waver, he sends her a small smile. It’s filled with so much: so much love, but also sadness. It’s dull, but also so bright. She shakes like a leaf inside, though doesn’t show it on the outside.

“It’s not stupid,” Harry argues back. “Do you? Do you like me? Because I–” He puts the car in drive. “–I feel like I like you more than you like me–”

“–So you’ve said.”

“You don’t talk to me, Talulah!” Harry hits the steering wheel, though it’s only a gentle tap in her eyes.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” She grows frustrated, anger showing in her wavering, shaky tone of voice. “I do talk to you. You know more about me than most people. You know about my mum, about– Harry, what happened?”

“Talulah, this past week you’ve been distant. I always feel like I’m bothering you when I text or call,” Harry tries to reason.

Talulah feels angry.

“Now, you’re being unreasonable.”

“How?”

“I’m not distant! We talk– we text. We’re fine. What’s this about– what’s the real reason?”

She doesn’t realise they made it to her flat until the car stops, and Harry puts the car in park. She knows someone will see his car in their parking space and walk downstairs to tell them off for it.

She doesn’t care.

She doesn’t think Harry does, either.

Harry exhales, and unbuckles his seatbelt, then clears his throat.

“You have an intern now?”

Talulah looks at him with raised eyebrows, a wicked smile painting her features.

“You’re fucking with me– is that why you’re angry?”

“No– yes. Not because you have someone shadowing you. Because it feels like you tell me nothing lately.”

“That’s such a stupid reason to be mad at me, though.”

“Zayn knows more about you. Even Jules does. I didn’t know you cut your finger until I asked why you were going out to buy plasters for,” Harry starts listing things, as if he’s been waiting for this moment his whole life. She’s bewildered, to say the least. Harry goes on. “I didn’t know your throat hurt until I asked about your voice– or– or when I wanted to see you and you told me you’d been assigned a new photoshoot for– for fucking Phoebe Bridgers. I mean– that’s fucking huge, isn’t it?”

“I’m lost.”

“I want to know you.”

“You know me.”

Harry carries on, shaking his head in disapproval. He doesn’t look convinced, nor pleased. “I just feel like– I feel like you’re holding back.”

“I’m not.”

“Well, okay.”

She tries to get closer to his face.

He turns his head.

“Harry.”

“Yes?”

“What are you saying?”

“I want to know why you’re holding back– what’s changed? It was different when we first met, when we first started seeing each other,” Harry looks down, his jeans seemingly more interesting now.

“Harry, that’s not true– nothing’s changed. I’ve just been busy,” she tries to reason, but to no avail; Harry’s stance is clear.

He looks distant– which is ironic, seeing how he argues the opposite.

“I’ll call you tomorrow.”

“Harry,” Talulah laughs– a pathetic sound, she thinks, her laugh is.

It’s alien inside the quiet car, the sound of the wind and rain filling her insides.

Harry smiles, like he’s trying to let her down easy. “I’ll call you tomorrow, because I think we’re both not making any sense now. I don’t think I explained myself clearly, and I’m just being really unreasonable and silly right now.”

Talulah lets out a breath. “You’re not being silly. I just– I’m confused.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you feel confused– I myself am confused. I think I’m just…”

“You’re just, what?”

“I like you, T.”

She bites her bottom lip. “I like you, too. You know that, right? I do– I really fucking like you, Harry.”

“I know, I know you do.”

“So?”

“I will call you tomorrow, I promise.”

She clears her throat, and unbuckles her belt. Grabbing her back, she doesn’t even look back as she closes the door behind her.

She opens her door, and she spends a few minutes getting rid of the layers of clothes she’s got on. When she dares looking out her window, she sees his car still parked where she left him a few minutes ago. The lampposts cast a shadow into his car, an orange hue, and she sees the light of his phone illuminating the dark interior of his car. She smiles, waiting for his text.

Harry locks her phone– she knows, because it’s dark in the car again.

Her phone doesn’t make a sound.

Harry drives off.

[gurugirl]

have you ever read a story with florist harry, y/n visits to get flowers for her sister's prom or something, she has a bf but her mom and sis hate him… cant remember much else but maybe harry moved from a flashy life in the city bc he wanted a new quieter life... i want to reread it and i can't remember the author

That isn't familiar to me hon! Maybe someone here knows!

xoxo

[youroriginalsublimecupcakestuff]

After the War draco left no one heard of him till he open a flower shop.

Harry became a regular client and draco ask himself how can someone screw things up so badly because he destroy every plants and flower that he have which is weird because he don't remember potter being so terrible in herbology class.

[gumballavocadoharry]

Updated list of troupes:

Bionic Harry Adoptive father Harry Single dad nurse Harry Writer Harry Pirate Harry Circus Harry Restaurant owner Harry Librarian Harry Candy store owner Harry Teacher Harry Ice cream parlour Harry Inventor Harry Florist Harry Small house Harry Dentist Harry

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[thecherrygod]

i havent been into it for too long but im kinda surprised i havent seen a harrykim good ol classic florist and tattoo artist au

like yeah im not so sure how the logic of either of them being in those proffessions would work but im talking mostly aesthetics here

like. harry being a florist just. does something to me. like when kim is like he needs hobbies if you get the gardening gloves he suggest gardening is just very good. maybe its a bit of like instead of becoming a teacher first hes a florist first and stays there. or when he was a teacher they had some of a garden in there and he learned and then maybe got a part time job at a florist to support him on his teacher salary bc those usually arent enough. also i think he still has at least some of his adiction issues but not necesarily to the in game level (maybe amphetamines to be able to keep up with his lifestyle also maybe he grows weed but less relevant until later). and maybe he actually got to marry dora and is actually divorced here. working too much, not making enough money, and when back at home hes still an addict, maybe the relationship lasted more but still it never got good enough to keep.

and kim... theres a few options. either undercover just being on the tattoo shop somehow which is like. not the most sense making but still a possibility. or.. he never became a cop, either, got too disappoined by the system early on, noticed the injustice, but realized that it didnt matter what he did it wouldnt be enough. or he did join the rcm for a bit and then quit bc of that, maybe also eyes died in here too and that was the last straw for him leaving. maybe hes not necesarily the guy doing the tattoos, but more of the designs and piercings (i assume its a million times easier doing piercings than tattoos. i dont mean that it doesnt require a technique too tho but getting a needle through skin for a piercing seems easier than having the pulse to work on a permanent piece in someones skin with specific pressure with consistence, and if he was a cop and quit maybe he has shakier hands.... idk. i dont know how stuff like this works generally ngl. also idk. can you have a tattoo.. parlor? and do designs but not the tattoos themselves? id assume you can but no idea)

ok yeah something like that maybe. and also the shops are either side by side or right across the street. i can imagine harry walking through the tattoo parlor and looking at the designs and looking at a few plant based designs and liking them and just. going in. not exactly for a tattoo or anything but more to like. know how it is and maybe meet the artist and then he sees kim which i imagine with a lot of tattoos and piercings which is sort of whats fueling this at this point bc i wasnt gonna think about it for too long but now im too deep into it and like i imagine this kim as.. kind of distant as he tends to be, will try to hide the fact he was a cop bc at this point hes not proud of that, he just likes making designs while listening to speedfreaks fm, which you can hear from outside the parlor while walking on the streets, but he is cool, and if you talk to him he will talk to you, hes just maybe awkward but also he is kinda weird (which has harry like 👉👈)

and this was just going to be me saying "man i havent seen any of this" and instead i sort of made my take on it and it got longer than i expected. anyways!!!

[peachpety]

there’s a brilliant podfic by @cailynwrites y’all! give it a listen ❤️

Deadheading the Odd Dahlia, by peachpety

Inspired by the gorgeous art of @beyondtheclose

Harry/Draco Reverse Bang 2022, E, 8.7k exactly

Florist Draco & Smitten Harry 💐 Romantic Fluff & Autumn Vibes 💐 Farmers Market & Soft Pining 💐 Cottagecore & Language of Flowers 💐 Draco Navigating the Muggle World on a Baby Blue Moped

“You could stay at the Manor,” Draco blurts. “I mean”—he twirls the wine stem in his fingers—“not the Manor proper. But Rose Cottage would suit.”

A hush blankets the table, save for Luna scraping a knife full of butter over her toast.

Harry chews his eggs carefully. He takes a bite of bacon and washes it down with a big gulp of wine. Alarm bells sound off in his brain. There are many reasons why living with Draco is a bad idea, first and foremost being his small crush, insignificant really. Although technically he wouldn’t be living with him, but nearby, almost on top of each other—

“Yes,” Harry says. “That’s…I’ll move into Rose Cottage. Thanks.”

Harry is content to spend his days at Draco’s flower stall at the farmers market, burying his true feelings in artisanal coffee and rose bouquets. When forced to find new lodgings, he accepts Draco’s offer to live in a cottage at Malfoy Manor, and his long-hidden crush blossoms out of control. Turns out, proximity makes the heart grow fonder.

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Boston Massachusetts Florist: Obituary of Brandon D. Whilden | Paul W. Harris Funeral Home

Boston Massachusetts Florist

Obituary of Brandon D. Whilden | Paul W. Harris Funeral Home

by noreply@blogger.com (Loni Cardon) on Thursday 23 February 2023 04:34 AM UTC-05

Whilden, Brandon D. of Webster passed away unexpectedly, on Saturday, February 18, 2023. Brandon was predeceased by his twin brother, ... Providence Providence RI Rhode Island February 22, 2023 at 05:26AM

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[hollowdeath]

some boyfriend!harry james potter headcanons that make me giggle n kick my feet to think about <3

loves to buy you flowers. like, he knows the florist personally at this point because he's constantly working on new bouquets for you. he knows all about trimming the stems, cutting the leaves, fertilizing the water, he's really passionate about you having beautiful, fresh flowers around you all the time. "pretty girls deserve pretty flowers" <333

you guys heard about the orange peel theory right? well harry doesn't just peel your orange for you, he also pulls it apart, plates it, makes it look beautiful, and gets you a drink to go with it. he does not fuck around when it comes to doing favors for you, he will do whatever it takes to make even the smallest parts of life easier for you

on that note, he knows your preferences for everything. your favorite drinks and how you like them, your favorite meals from your favorite places, your favorite brands or stores, even down to how you like your clothes organized. anytime he learns how you like something a particular way he takes note, not because he has to, but because he loves learning about all your little details that make you so special to him

doesn't hesitate to buy something if it makes him think of you. if he knows you really like one animal, he'll buy random things with that animal on it just because they remind him of you. if something comes in your favorite color it's his first choice. he buys sweatshirts/sweaters in the hopes you like them enough to wear them yourself. he just loves having these little parts of you in his life to remind him how lucky he is to have you around :'(

gets a little jealous and flustered if you have a celebrity crush or start gushing over a character from the book you're currently reading. he knows it's not serious and doesn't let it get to him too much, but he can't help that he's protective over you, even if it's against a completely fictional character. still, he finds it incredibly cute when you blush talking about/seeing them <3

always feels so relaxed when he's with you that he actually gets sleepy. anytime you're cuddling or even just snuggled up on the couch together he starts drifting in and out of sleep, his body melting into yours. he can't help it, you just make him feel so safe and comfortable...most of the time you tease him for it, but sometimes he looks too cute sleeping on your shoulder for you to wake him...zzz...

absolutely loves to do all the cheesy boyfriend stuff for you: hold your bags, open doors for you, give you his jacket, pay for every date, he's just so proud to be with you and he wants you to know it. he's so excited anytime he gets to introduce you as his girlfriend, and takes any chance he can to bring you up in conversation. he just loves you so much he can't keep it to himself !!!

[chrisevansonly]

Missing Violet (harry’s angel au)

pairing: harry styles x female reader (angel)

summary: harry knew being away from you and violet would be hard, but he didn’t know it would be this hard…

warnings: slight angst?? nothing major <3

a/n: slowly but surely getting back on the writing juice, thought i’d get this cute little idea out before working on some more stuff that’s soon to come💜

It was just past 8:30 in the morning when your phone buzzed quietly beside you, Violet was sound asleep on your chest as you sat propped up in the living room. Your favourite show playing softly on the tv, the outside world was already bustling, people travelling to work, but inside all was quiet, almost as if you weren’t London.

You reached over slowly, careful not to wake your little girl, quickly swiping to answer Harry’s facetime call, an hourly ritual almost as he was away finishing his tour. You smiled seeing his face pop up, the Portugal sun doing wonders for the tan he was getting

“good morning H”

He smiled

“morning darling, how’d you sleep last night?”

“not too bad honestly, gem is here with us so she helped with the little one last night, how about you?”

Harry found a shady spot to sit, returning his attention to you two

“not too bad I suppose, m’really missing home though, i hate being away from you two”

You knew being away from Harry this early after having Violet would be hard on him, and you could see it now when he took his sunglasses off, the bags under his eyes prominent: he just looked so tired

“im sorry my love, only a little longer and then you’ll be back to us…”

Bringing the camera down so Violet was now in the frame, he could see her tiny hands grasping onto your cashmere sweater, her eyes closed, her back moving up and down ever so softly as she slept away

“how come you’re always sleeping with daddy calls hmm?”

You laughed a little

“she just had a very big breakfast so I guess she’s in a food coma”

“what a life”

Harry laughed, taking a few live photos of her before she stirred slightly, a little squeak like noise escaping her

“oh did daddy wake you up? he was taking some cute photos of you”

You placed your phone down propped up with pillows so you could readjust her, a smile on your face noticing the green in her eyes

“did you get any good ones baby?”

A few moments passed with no answer, when you turned back to see the screen Harry had a sad look on his face, tears lining his eyes, that alone broke your heart

“harry what’s wrong? hey please don’t cry…”

He shook his head as you picked the phone up bringing it closer to you and violet

“i should be there a-and i’m not…i feel like i’m failing you both-”

Cutting him off before he could continue you shook your head

“harry, no, we aren’t doing that. don’t you ever think you’re failing us, you’re the best father to violet and the best husband to me, you are in no way failing us.”

Taking a breath you paused

“you’re working your hardest and putting on shows for so many people who love you, we knew it was a possibility bee would come sooner than the tour ended and that’s okay! i know being away from us is hard, and i wish i could be there with you, but don’t you ever think you’re failing me, because you’re not”

After a few minutes he nodded

“I mean fucking hell harry you sent me a continental breakfast from another country with my favourite cherry almond latte…i’d say you’re far from failing”

Harry finally let out a laugh, bringing a smile to your face

“I love you so much you know that? you take such good care of us even from miles away, I know Vi loves you just as much”

“I love you girls too, so much..i’ll be home soon”

Smiling you brought the phone down so Harry could spend some more time with Violet, talking to her softly, telling her stories all while she blinked, not really knowing what was going on, but Harry liked to think she was paying attention. Little did he know you’d been missing him just as terribly, and you couldn’t help but smile knowing you’d be flying to Italy for the final show of love on tour.

The last show was going to be special, but surprising H to be there as a family, would make it that much more incredible.