#halloween stay on top and the winter event continues to disappoint me

[crawlingwithmagg0ts]

I might get tied to a ceiling fan for this but bear with me-

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Are you guys picking up the pattern of disappointment or do I just hate whimsy and fun?

[dazed-universe]

Cauldrons and Kisses.

DO NOT REPOST. THE PIECE BELOW WAS WRITTEN BY ME.

Harry hosts a Halloween party and you turn up in an outfit to match.

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England doesn't go as big as America on Halloween, or anything really, and Harry is uncharacteristically missing the big party spirit. The events he has been to Los Angeles before always read go big or go home and, although he's been tempted, he has fun, a lot. One thing he continuously says to us is how overrated he thinks it is and how dressing up takes way much more time and effort than it should so... you can imagine my surprise when his text comes through.

Hi, it's Harry. I'm throwing a party on Halloween, fancy dress, of course. I would love it if you came and I wanted to give adequate time for costume prep. I hope I see you and have a good one. x

Maybe it's a quarter-life crisis, maybe he had some wild epiphany, maybe he's just as bored as me and needs something to do and what is more fun than pretending to be somebody else for the night? I start getting texts from our friends who he also invited, already asking what I'm thinking of wearing, probably planning some elaborate group outfits. After a quick shower, a deep dive into spooky Tumblr will occur.

It's around ten pm now, which means there are exactly three weeks until Harry's party and I still haven't found an outfit after four solid hours of searching and some intense group chat conferring. I get up to make some dinner as the door goes, I throw on a cardigan before heading to answer it. "Hi, only me, no need to get dressed up," Harry jokes pointing between my cardigan and slippers. "Yet, at least. Did you get my text? About the party?" He questions as I let him in, closing the door behind him and walking into the kitchen, him following close behind.

"I did. It sounds fun. I'm just trying to figure out what in the world to wear so I don't end up turning up on the day as a cat or something," I say, pouring the now boiled kettle into two cups of tea, sliding one over it him, subtly shivering and bouncing his leg. "What if you want to go as a cat? Then what happens?" I look at his amused face with disbelief, his dumbassery forever astounding me. "Then it will be the best cat costume that Halloween has ever fucking seen," I return.

"What are you going as?" I ask, hoping his outfit will give me some inspiration, leaning over the table as if it's a secret, him doing the same. "I'm not telling you. You'll see it on the night, like everybody else." He whispers before taking a sip of his tea and sitting back, a big smile on his face. I put my head down on the table, moaning in annoyance and realization that I probably will end up going as something stupid. "Don't stay mad for too long, your tea is getting cold," he starts giggling as I look up at him, very unamused.

We finish our tea and talk more about the plans before he goes to LA until the party. Three weeks seems like a long time, but, when you have to shop or possibly make something, it's no time at all. "Right then, I'm going to head off, go home. You need to find an outfit, don't let me down, we have to be the best dressed." He says before coming around to my side of the table and giving me a hug, a kiss on the cheek and leaving. Well, now I have to find something good, I cannot let him down.

It's been three weeks since I saw Harry, which means his party is today. I'm meeting Harris and Alexa at five to start getting ready and then we leave for Harry's at quarter to ten. I have no doubt my outfit will be one of the worst and no doubt a disappointment to Mr. Styles despite his earlier warning, however, we can't all have custom Gucci on our side. I start getting ready to head over to Alexa's, jumping in the shower, having a quick snack, packing a little bag and heading out.

Alexa opens the door in a dress, definitely going as the queen of hearts, as Harris yells down the stairs about how they need the brush in her hand. "Come in, we must hurry, you know what he's like if people are late," We walk in her room, makeup, extensions, and clothes everywhere as Harris is having a Bowieesque lightning bolt painted onto their face. "So," Alexa says as they both look over to me, standing in the doorway. "What outfit did you decide on?" Was I debating just going home instead? One hundred percent but, what else was I going to do?

I go into the bathroom to get changed, always having to make a dramatic entrance, suddenly feeling better about my outfit. Sure, it's not the most adventurous but it's a little sexy and fashionable so, what is there not to love? I walk back into the room, leaning against the doorframe. "Hello, witches," I say, the iconic Stevie line from American Horror Story immediately recognized as Harris starts screaming about the dress and hat combo. It's amazing what black stockings and a pair of heels can do to an outfit. What is essentially a leather pinafore skirt with a lace top has never looked better.

I put on some eyeliner, red lipstick and let Alexa loosely curl my hair before we leave, right on time. We jump into the car picking us up before heading to the club Harry has booked out for his highly exclusive and anticipated event. We turn up to fans and paparazzi standing outside whilst the general public is walking by, wondering what is going on. We pose for a few photos before running inside, scared of England's unpredictable winter weather and the chance of rain. A few of Harry's friends greet us at the door, telling us he's upstairs and excited.

"No... No way... NO!" He starts yelling towards us as we walk in the door, looking my outfit up and down as I start laughing, taking in his leather trousers, black heels, suspenders, eyeliner and, lace shawl wrapped around his shoulders. "I should've just fucking told you, shouldn't I?" he says, shaking his head before pulling me in for a hug, squeezing me tight and whispering in my ear about he's kidding and it's fine, cute almost. "We match, that's fun. We can say it was intentional." he decides, now laughing himself and hugging the others. "At least we're the best dressed," he smirks back at me.

We party on into the early morning, karaoke being a very heavy influence on everyone's mood. Harry is, off walking around with drinks and snacks, being the best host he can be, even though there are waiters everywhere so I am sitting with Hélène, Harry, Harris, Alexa, and Pixie as they decide which song to perform next for the many drunk attendees. "Can I talk to you for a second?" Harry comes over and asks, smiling and fist-bumping everyone else before pulling me into the private, backroom. He leans in for a hug, making me laugh at the ever-so-slightly tipsy affection.

"I just wanted to tell you that I think you look amazing, and I wanted to make sure that you know I'm not really mad that we're matching," He says, playing with the tassels on his shawl whilst keeping eye contact with me. "I know, it's fine. And, thank you. You look good, I guess," I say, looking down at his very tight but complimenting trousers. "In fact, I think our Leather & Lace combination is actually quite sexy," he smirks, tucking a fallen piece of hair behind my ear and under the witch hat before cupping my face and leaning in.

He pushes me up against the counter behind us, I take my hat and his shawl off, running my hands up his back and into his hair as he deepens the kiss, his tongue swiping across my bottom lip, a smile appearing as I gasp in surprise. "I have wanted this, for fucking long," he whispers against my jaw as he pulls away. "But we can't do this here, not now. Come back with me, when this ends," An amused smirk spreads across his face as his hands touch my waist, tickling me. "Let's make some magic, baby,"

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Part Two.*