#harry and rainbows

[justlemmeadoreyou]

1. prepping (restaurant owner!harry x chef!y/n)

summary: you landed your dream job as a line cook at harry styles' prestigious haus kitchen restaurant in chicago. the tough chef job demands focus, but it's really hard when your boss looks like harry styles.

words: 4.3k

warnings: nothing major in this one

Your palms were sweating as you gripped the steering wheel, driving through downtown Chicago towards your new job. You kept glancing down at the address on the printed directions, double checking that you were heading the right way. The last thing you wanted was to be late on your first day.

Ever since getting your culinary degree, you had applied to what felt like hundreds of restaurant jobs, desperate to get your foot in the door of a real professional kitchen. But very few places wanted to hire someone so fresh out of school with no actual experience. 

Finally, after months of dead ends, you had landed a line cook position at Haus Kitchen - one of the hottest farm-to-table restaurants in the city. You could scarcely believe your luck when you got the call saying you were hired.

Haus was the brainchild of Harry Styles, international superstar singer turned chef. After his chart-topping solo music career, Harry had traded in artist life to pursue his lifelong passion for cooking. Using his accumulated wealth, he opened up Haus five years ago to rave reviews, quickly earning a well deserved Michelin star.

You vividly remembered watching Harry's transition from a pop idol to dashing culinary entrepreneur play out in the media. As a teenage girl, you had been obsessed with him during his One Direction days.

Your bedroom walls were plastered with Harry's posters and you had relentlessly played their songs, sighing over his tousled hair and pouty lips. Then as you got older and Harry went solo, your boyband crush evolved into more of an intense celebrity infatuation as he cultivated a cool, rebellious image.

There were countless gossipy blind items about his infamous hellraising, flings with models and socialites, and run-ins with the law. You had followed all the scandalous Harry headlines with rapt attention - from getting papped stumbling out of nightclubs with an endless parade of beautiful women to getting arrested for drug possession outside Soho clubs. 

But finally in his late 20s, seemingly bored of rockstar debauchery, Harry had pivoted to reset his image as a knowledgeable culinary entrepreneur. You admired how he transformed from tabloid bad boy into a refined, successful businessman and chef.

He began studying haute cuisine under the tutelage of famous European chefs, traveling abroad to hone his skills further. While continuing to record new musical projects independently, Harry started establishing himself in the culinary world through guest stints on TV cooking shows and food/wine events.

With his brooding good looks, charming personality, and serious culinary chops, the world fell for Harry's new sophisticated image. Before long, he was the subject of breathless puff pieces in food magazines as "the sexiest Renaissance man in the kitchen." It seemed natural when Harry soon opened up his passion project Haus to capitalize on his popularity and love of food.

Now nearing your mid-20s, your teenage fannish obsession had cooled into more of an admiring celebrity crush. You had stayed aware of Harry's journey, but your priorities were focused on graduating culinary school at the top of your class and finding your own big break in the Chicago restaurant scene.

So when you landed a job at Harry's iconic Haus, it almost didn't feel real. Not only would you be working at one of the city's most exclusive spots, but under the same roof as a chef you had admired for ages.

Not that you expected to have any real personal contact with Harry himself, you reminded yourself as you merged onto the exit for downtown. He was an internationally famous mega-celebrity who had to have hundreds of staffers, not to mention being handsomely paid to just be the smiling face of the business while professional kitchen vets like Paul Thomason handled the day-to-day operations.

Still, you had to admit to yourself that a tiny part of you tingled at the mere idea of being in the same building as Harry Styles...hopefully catching a glimpse of that handsome, endlessly charming man in the flesh...

You shook your head dismissively and double checked the directions again, annoyed at getting so easily distracted. This was your big break, your first serious job in the industry. You needed to bring your A-game and focus, not dwell on silly celebrity daydreams.

It was your fantasies of becoming a respected chef that needed to take priority.

You pulled into the parking lot for the restaurant, double checking that you had the address right. The sleek, modern building had a neon "Haus Kitchen" sign glowing over opulent double-door entrances flanked by velvet ropes and cheerful outdoor seating areas.

Taking a steadying breath, you cut the engine and sat for a moment, giving yourself a pep talk. This was it. No more messing around doing coursework or labs - this was the major leagues with all the intensity of a real professional kitchen. You had to bring it all day, every day.

As you climbed out of your beat-up Honda, you smoothed down your spotless new chef's whites, making sure everything looked pressed and presentable. With your knife kit tucked under your arm, you walked towards the entrance with purpose, chin held high.

From the moment you stepped through the doors, it was like being transported into another world. The smell of simmering sauces, roasting meats, and freshly baked bread envaded your senses. Even hours before opening, the energy and hustle for dinner prep was palpable.

Off to the left was the main dining room you had studied photos of online - effortlessly cool with vaulted exposed wooden beam ceilings, brick accents, and casually modern decor. Pendant lighting glowed cozily over tables draped in white linens and rustic chandeliers hung over plush tufted leather banquettes. A lively bar area centered the space, stocked with top-shelf liquors and backed by a dazzling display of custom glassware.

In the distance ahead, you could hear the clamoring of the kitchen in full swing. Your stomach did a nervous flip - this was it. Taking another fortifying breath, you headed through the archway.

You emerged into a large, sleek open kitchen layout, all stainless steel and butcher block islands. Uniformed cooks were buzzing at their stations like a well-oiled machine under the barked commands of an older, stocky man you immediately recognized as Head Chef Paul Thomason.

Despite his gruff reputation, watching Thomason in action was nothing short of mesmerizing. He moved between stations with the easy grace of a conductor, sampling sauces, tweaking seasonings, and directing the workflow with gruff orders. There was no wasted movement or micro-expression as he continually tasted and perfected dishes, alternating between thoughtful contemplation and decisive action.

Though you had only seen Thomason in pictures and television appearances, his fierce focus and mastery were unmistakable. This was what true professional kitchen expertise looked like in the flesh.

Feeling like a mouse that had wandered into the lair of a lion, you hovered near the entrance, uncertain of what to do next. The kitchen team flowed around you in a choreographed dance, deftly ignoring your presence as they prepped and plated flawlessly.

After a few minutes of anxious loitering, the intimidating Thomason seemed to finally notice you. His grizzled features contorted as he scowled, looking you up and down through eyes squinted with decades of kitchen smoke exposure.

"You must be the new kid," he said gruffly, crossing his bulky tattooed arms over his broad chest. Even without raising his voice, Thomason had a rumbling bass that easily carried over the kitchen's clanging din. "Christ, you're shorter than I expected. Think you've got what it takes to keep up around here?"

You nervously clutched your knife kit closer while trying to not look as flustered as you felt. "Y-yes, chef!" 

You swallowed hard, hyper aware of everyone around you now watching the interaction. "I, uh...I came ready to work as hard as it takes. Whatever you need from me."

Thomason grunted, squinting at you for another long moment in consideration. Then he jerked his head towards the back. "Get changed out quick and meet me back here in 5. I'll get you started on prep and we'll see what you're made of. Don't keep me waiting."

"Yes, chef!" you responded immediately, wincing at how high your voice had gone up an octave.

Without another word, Thomason turned and strode back into the controlled chaos of the line, immediately redirecting his attention to sauces and garnishes. Letting out a shaky breath, you scurried towards the changing rooms, heart jackhammering.

Well, you were officially in the thick of things now...

You hustled back out to the kitchen, trying not to look frazzled from your rushed change. A young Hispanic line cook spotted you and waved you over to his station.

"You the newbie?" he asked, not unkindly. When you nodded, he jerked his head towards the walk-in refrigerator. "Thomason wants you to start by breaking down some of the produce delivery for prep."

"Got it, thanks," you replied, eager to prove yourself. The line cook gestured you through the door into the immense chilled walk-in.

You blinked as your eyes adjusted to the cold, taking in the sights and smells of the impressive stockpile. Shelves upon shelves were stocked with an array of fresh seasonal produce - crates bursting with leafy greens, bushels of root vegetables, flats of vibrantly colored tomatoes, exotic fruits, and mushroom varieties you had only read about.  

Your culinary school had humble basics for ingredients, nothing like the bounty of locally-sourced, meticulously selected provisions that Haus Kitchen demanded. You felt a thrill at getting to work with such an extraordinary pantry.

Respirating clouds puffed from your mouth as you scanned the inventory tagging system. You had been taught similar protocols in your food safety courses, but there was something exhilarating about putting that knowledge into practice in a real professional environment.

Grabbing a stack of plastic totes, you made a game plan for which items to start prepping first based on perishability levels and what would be needed for that evening's specials. Though you started out slow at first, you steadily built up a cadence of meticulously cleaning, trimming, and sorting into appropriate storage containers.  

By the time Thomason stuck his head in to check on you an hour later, you had developed an efficient system and made solid progress through a mountain of deliveries.

The head chef grunted in approval as he inspected your neat stacks of prepped produce, crossing his arms as he looked you up and down with a critical eye.

"Not bad, kid," he rumbled. "Clearly know which end of a knife to use, at least. C'mon back out, got some protein fabrication for you to tackle next."

You diligently followed Thomason back out to the main kitchen, wiping some sweat from your brow with your sleeve. Despite the industrial cooling system, the heat blazing from the ovens and range tops made the open kitchen feel like a furnace.

As Thomason led you to a stainless steel butcher's block island, you couldn't help but gawk at the array of gleaming knives hanging from magnetic strips overhead. The blades were works of art - sleek, razor sharp, and clearly extremely expensive.

Gesturing you over, Thomason grabbed a boning knife and twirled it deftly before handing it to you. "Let's see how you handle breaking this down."

He gave the block a solid smack with his meaty palm, indicating for you to get started on the glistening slab of beef tenderloin before you. Taking a steadying breath, you gripped the bone-handled knife firmly and leaned over the cutting board.

"Yes chef," you murmured before carefully piercing the thick cut of meat, angling the blade with practiced precision from all your training.

Around you, the kitchen bustled with the usual rattling pans, sizzling ranges, and Thomason's occasional barked orders. But as you fell into the rhythm of deftly separating fat and sinew, the noises began to fade from your awareness.  

You were completely focused on your knife work, confidently sawing through the tender flesh as you reduced the tenderloin down to portions and trimmings for other stations to further break down. It was meditative, almost hypnotic, the way you instinctively slid the blade along rendered paths of butchery.

After your initial intimidation of the intense Haus environment, you started to find your groove and calm amidst the choreographed insanity surrounding you. You were so laser-focused on the satisfaction of properly executing each slicing technique that the rest of the kitchen chaos became mere white noise.

You had no idea how long you stayed absorbed in the butchery, but eventually you became aware of a presence at your elbow. Glancing up, you nearly jumped to see Harry Styles watching you work with an unreadable expression, hands shoved into the pockets of his slim-fitting slacks.

His dress shirt was rolled up to his elbows and the fitted cotton fabric clung to his toned arms and chest, a few chest hairs peeking out of his slightly undone top button. A single necklace rested in the divot between his sculpted collarbones, drawing your eye to the alluring hollow of his throat as he swallowed hard.

You froze mid-slice, mesmerized by watching the tendons in Harry's wrist and forearm flex as his hands flexed restlessly in his trouser pockets. After a beat, his pillowy lips curved into an easy smile, crinkling the delicate crow's feet at the corners of his kaleidoscope green eyes.

"Afternoon," Harry said in that lazy, husky drawl that used to make millions of fans swoon. He flicked his eyes down to your handiwork before bringing them back up to your face. "Looking good there, newbie."

You blinked, not trusting your ears for a moment before realizing with a jolt that Harry was very much real and quite close. Like, unnecessarily close for your over-stimulated brain to handle.

"Uh...I-I, um...th-thank you?" you croaked out, wanting to cringe at how lame you sounded. Get it together, this wasn't the time to geek out–you instructed yourself.

But Harry didn't seem to notice your fumbling, simply giving you a dimpled half-smile before reaching around you to snag a stray piece of trimming from the butcher's block. He inspected it contemplatively before popping it into his mouth, those plump lips wrapping obscenely around the bite as he chewed and ruminated with relish.

"Perfection," he declared after swallowing, shooting you another crooked grin like you were co-conspirators sharing an inside joke. With a subtle wink, Harry pivoted on his boot heel and sauntered off, whistling a jaunty tune.

As he retreated, you risked a glance down at his form-fitting trousers shamelessly admiring the way the fine fabric cupped the ample curves of his pert backside. Even at his age, Harry Styles had the muscle-toned body of a man decades younger - long, lean muscles taut under golden tanned skin.

You blinked hard and shook your head, annoyed at catching yourself ogling your new boss like a drooling fangirl. Pull it together! This was totally inappropriate and unprofessional. You had zero business daydreaming about someone who gave you your paycheck, no matter how obscenely famous and heartthrob-ishly handsome they were.

Firmly re-focusing on your knife work, you determinedly put Harry from your mind and tried to re-immerse yourself in the rhythm and refuge of the butchery. But the memory of his distractingly lush mouth so close kept replaying over and over, preventing you from recapturing your previous sense of meditative flow. 

Dammit, you needed to get a grip! This kind of inappropriate crush on your employer was exactly the kind of silly, immature behavior that would make you look like a unprofessional joke in a serious kitchen environment. Blowing an opportunity like this was not an option.

Later, as you untied your apron strings and joined the team in breaking down the last stations for cleaning at closing, Thomason sidled up alongside you. You braced yourself for more of his typical gruff rebukes or criticisms.

Instead, the veteran chef simply gave you a long, considered look before saying gruffly, "You did good work today, kid. I can already tell you got the stuff to handle it around here if you keep your head down."

You blinked up at him in surprise before managing a small smile. "Thank you, chef. I really appreciate that."

Thomason grunted noncommittally before wandering off, likely to oversee something else. As you tidied your workstation, you couldn't help feeling a small glow of pride. Despite the craziness of your first day, you had seemingly passed this initial trial with flying colors.

As you left through the back entrance into the quiet night air, you took a deep breath and allowed yourself a satisfied smile. Maybe, just maybe, you really did have what it took to succeed in this highly competitive environment after all. For tonight at least, you had handled the punishing pace and standards. Tomorrow was another day to prove yourself all over again.

***

Your day started before sunrise the next morning, brewing a strong coffee and reviewing the notes you had taken the previous evening about which menu items needed prepping. By the time you arrived at Haus, reinvigorated by the crisp morning air, the kitchen was already a hive of activity in preparation for lunch service. 

The intense scrutiny under which you worked only amplified with the daylight. Every slice, every sauté was carried out under the watchful eyes of Chef Thomason and his steely gaze. More than once, you felt his presence looming over your shoulder, inspecting your work with the same critical eye as a diamond cutter examining a flawless gem.

"This slice is uneven," he barked, startling you. You flinched, resisting the urge to make excuses as he continued, "The portions all need to be identical for plating. Paying attention to details like that is the difference between a sloppy meal and a stellar one. Don't let it happen again."

"Yes, chef," you replied tightly, making a minor adjustment to your knife work. Though his words stung, you had to admit Thomason was completely right. In a restaurant of this caliber, any minor imperfection could spell disaster.  

You redoubled your efforts, pouring all of your concentration into each preparation, each plate. By the time the end of your shift rolled around, you were drenched in sweat, your feet screaming from being on them for 12 hours straight. But you had successfully made it through day two without any major mishaps.

As the whirlwind of dinner service finally calmed to a stopping point, you stood in the kitchen obediently waiting for Thomason's inspection and inevitable critique. But to your surprise, he merely gave a curt nod of approval before waving you off.

"Not bad, newbie," he grunted. "Get a good night's rest. We'll need you back bright and early tomorrow."

Those few gruff words of acceptance warmed you more than any high praise could have. For Thomason, a man of very few words, his small nod seemed to indicate you were, for the moment, living up to his exceedingly high standards.

The high from that small victory buoyed your spirits as you made your way towards the back exit, already dreaming of the few hours of sleep you might be able to grab before starting the cycle over again. You were so wrapped up in your thoughts that you nearly bowled someone over coming around a corner.

"Whoa there!"  

You froze, looking up into the grinning, mirthful eyes of Harry Styles himself. Up close, the force of his charm and magnetism practically crackled in the air around him like a physical force. His sweater clung distractingly to his lithe, muscular frame and his chestnut hair was casually tousled. A pair of small diamond studs glinted in each ear.

"Sorry about that, H-Harry," you stammered, resisting the urge to take a flustered step back. You were vividly aware of just how little physical space separated the two of you. "I wasn't watching where I was going."

If he noticed your frazzled state up close, Harry didn't let on. His pink lips merely curved in an easy, dimpled smile. "No need to apologize. I don't usually make a habit of lurking around blind corners, to be fair."

You laughed before you could stop yourself, surprised at how easily he was putting you at ease despite your elevated heart rate. Up close, Harry's eyes weren't just green - an entire kaleidoscope of colors ranging from jade to emerald to amber seemed to shift and dance in his gaze. It was...dazzling, frankly.

Clearing your throat, you forced yourself to take a subtle step backwards, putting a more professional amount of space between the two of you. The last thing you needed was to do something wildly inappropriate that would get you fired before the end of your first week.

"Still, I should have been paying better attention to my surroundings," you replied, aiming for a respectful, levelheaded tone. "It's been a really intense couple of days just trying to stay on top of everything."

Harry nodded in understanding, arching one perfectly sculpted brow. "Thomason hasn't let up on you at all, I take it?" 

When you shook your head ruefully, he chuckled. "I know that seems like his permanent state - gruff, perpetually unsatisfied, and grumpy as a hibernating bear. But honestly, the fact that he hasn't fired you already is a good sign you're doing well."

You blinked at him in surprise. "Wait...really? But he critiques everything! I feel like I've gotten nothing but corrections so far."

"Exactly." Harry's dimples flashed as he grinned. "That's how you know he sees potential in you. If Thomason didn't think you had what it took, he wouldn't waste his breath giving feedback. He'd just cut you loose and hire someone else to start over."

His words were like a soothing balm on the anxiety and self-doubt you'd been carrying around for the past couple of days. You hadn't realized that Thomason's critical approach was actually a twisted form of acceptance and mentorship. The revelation caused the hard knot of tension between your shoulder blades to finally release.

"Huh," you exhaled, unable to stop the small smile tugging at your lips as you finally understood Thomason's tough love. "I guess I should take that as a compliment then."

"Absolutely," Harry agreed with an approving nod. Then his expression softened around the edges, growing earnest as his gaze searched yours. "Look, I know it's a huge adjustment and the pace here can be absolutely brutal starting out. But for what it's worth...I think you've got what it takes to be something really special in this kitchen."

You felt yourself flush at his unexpected praise, your stomach fluttering with a swarm of nervous butterflies. Harry held your eyes for a lingering moment before seeming to mentally collect himself.

Clearing his throat, he flashed you one more crooked grin. "But don't take my word for it - the proof will be in your work. Stay focused and trust the process. I've got faith you can handle it."

With that, he brushed past you, his shoulder grazing yours in a way that made your entire body buzz with friction. As Harry sauntered off down the hallway, you couldn't stop yourself from turning to watch his retreating form - the easy, rolling gait, the tantalizing sway of his hips below the slim cut of his trousers, the tousled waves of his chestnut hair.

You let out a shaky exhale, feeling off-balance and electrified all at once. Get a grip, you scolded yourself firmly. That was your boss - your incredibly famous, wealthy, and wildly attractive boss. Daydreaming was a one-way ticket to catching inappropriate feelings and potentially torpedoing your entire career before it even started.

And yet...you couldn't quite silence the part of your brain reliving Harry's velvet tone and intense eye contact as he professed having faith in your abilities. Just the casual warmth of his voice and proximity had set your heart pounding in a way it hadn't since you were a hormonal teenager, utterly dazzled by his rock star persona.

Shaking your head, you forced yourself to turn on your heel and head for the exit. Overthinking could only lead to dangerous territory. You needed to stay laser-focused on your work - that was the only way to succeed at Haus and make your culinary dreams a reality.

As you stepped out into the fresh evening air, you paused for a moment on the deserted back stoop, closing your eyes and taking a few centering breaths. When you opened them again, you felt the last fluttering tendrils of Harry's heated presence dissipate, replaced by a familiar sense of determined calm.

This job was your priority now, not silly schoolgirl crushes or indulging fantasies about your wildly unattainable boss. You knew better than to get distracted by daydreams that could only lead to self-sabotage. 

With a decisive nod, you strode towards your car with renewed focus. You would prove yourself at Haus through your skills and work ethic alone. No other agenda, no unprofessional entanglements allowed. 

Your passion was cuisine, creating nourishing dishes that delighted - that had to remain your sole priority. You couldn't afford any distractions from that lest you squander this incredible opportunity. Steadying your breathing, you looked forward with fresh clarity and resolve.

Tomorrow was a new day to earn your place in Harry's formidable kitchen. And this time, you vowed, you were utterly prepared to meet the challenge with your complete and undivided focus.

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tell me if you like this! this is an idea for a new series that will probably have 6 parts??? i guess. but do tell me if you like it! because there's no use in writing when nobody reads 😭😭

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[twopoppies]

Gina, what is lairport 1.0 and 2.0?

Hi, sugar. This is LAIRPORT

And this is LAIRPORT 2.0 that happened June 23, 2015 after the OTRA Gothenburg show (which was the show where Harry flew the AIMH rainbow flag)

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It was an absolutely WILD time in the fandom.

Thank you @skepticalarrie and @gettingdizzy-oh for reminding me of details I’d forgotten. ❤️

[kiwikiwiandkiwi]

the way harry raises his rainbow flags

[thesame4chords]

Harry: I'm so obvious there's no way anyone could give more hints.

Louis: hold my beer

[daisiesonafield-blog]

Is that a rainbow orbit on Harry’s tshirt in the mv, where he lies with Stromper? (I didnt see anyone mention it but it looked like one to me)

Hi dear,

It’s hard to see because of the low lighting, but it could be 🧐

Also I just noticed that the potential rainbow orbit is around Earth!!! Now there’s a metaphor for you right there 🌈

Idk if that’s a real shirt or not, but hopefully someone can find it. It does look a little bit like it’s cgi tho

EDIT: IT IS RAINBOW 🌈

[tomlinsins]

husbands and rainbow clothing 🌈🌈🌈

[leah3477sblog]

What a fantastic shot !

Credit to @HellOnHighHeels via Twitter

[thesunfollower]

The rainbow on the water in the sott video was added afterwards 🌈❤️

https://twitter.com/kmmwkindness_/status/1683551321528365059?s=20

[twopoppies]

Happy Pride 🌈

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[nostalgiecoagulate]

The only biologically male person I can support.

Harry 16.7.17 Dunkerque 

pics by me

[playypause]

[raven-undergrove]

To all my fellow former fans of Harry Potter who feel the series is tainted now in the light of JKR's bigotry, I highly recommend The Simon Snow Trilogy by Rainbow Rowell. These books also involve students in a magical school and the Chosen One trope, but unlike HP, this series is not written by a transphobic bigot and is extremely diverse. The main romance is M/M, there are multiple Characters of Color, and there is a W/W romance in the final book of the trilogy.

[daisiesonafield-blog]

Daisie, what exactly happened in Vienna? How come he didn't post a picture of that show on IG? people in the comments of his latest post are making up stuff that make no sense 😅

It is my very correct opinion that he didn’t post anything because Lloyd’s pictures sucked so hard they were all unusable. ✅

EDIT:

LMAO just as I post this Harry posted the Vienna pic!

[srldesigns6277]

Boston 2015/09/12

[dyingdevotion]

Larry Timeline + Are H & L signaling again?

Hey, divas. It's me again. As we all know, A LOT has been happening this year and many of us have found the current situation laughable (& sad).

Four days ago, one of @watermelonlicker 's asks sent tweets pointing out Harry wearing a watch publicly for the 1st time since mid 2015. (A Cartier Tank Louis Cartier watch). @voxina corrected the original tweets stating that he has worn it prior in March (March 8th). I made a response pointing out that March 8th was when Harry went to Sabrina Carpenter's concert, where coincidentally, Zara was also attending. I used @delicateperspective 's timeline to see if the watch maybe meant something and I quickly noticed that he wore it right before shit hit the fan. You can see the post here.

In that post, I stated that if my theory was right, then more shit was gonna happen soon. And four days later, we get our first pap pics of Louis and Zara...(Surprisingly, we didn't see Louis and Zara together at Coachella, like so many of us thought was gonna happen.)

Here is a short timeline of things in April (I am using @fookinhellcurlyyy 's timeline):

April 1st: Louis likes Zara's pic on instagram. He posts a screenshot of ‘Favourite’ by Fontaines D.C. on his story. He then posts a pic of his guitar with doodles on it. He proceeds to delete the image from his story.

April 2nd: The Sun publishes “LOTTA HISTORY Inside Louis Tomlinson’s unbreakable bond with woman who has supported him through unthinkable tragedy – & it’s not Zara." (What a headline lmao.) Briana unfollowed L on Instagram. (She unfollowed Louis 2 days after the article about her and Freddie released with pap pics of them both.)

April 3rd: Louis is active on twitter and responds to several fans. We noticed him tweeting "Always" and "You" in his replies to fans. We also found his comment about soccer aid odd. (“Need alllllll the support I can get though.”) His “English fry up — extra hash browns” tweet reminding Larries of Keep Driving (song by our beloved Harry). He also responds to a fan with “keep driving” in their username.

April 7th: Article written about Harry “feeling the sting” since Taylor Russell is with Michael B. Jordan. (Once again reminding us of his past stunts. In March, we had articles about Olivia and Taylor Swift. There was also that one article reminding us of 1D’s past relationships).

April 9th: Louis goes to Stereophonic’s show in LA. The song in the video is called “Maybe Tomorrow.” It includes the lyrics “Think I’ll walk me outside and buy a rainbow smile. But be free. They’re all free. So maybe tomorrow I’ll find my way home.” (Okay, rainbow boy.) Zara also posts about the show. No actual pics of them together pop up.

April 10th: Zara posts the breakfast pic with Louis’ arm (how subtle). This picture is posted one month after Louis and Sam were announced to be participants of Soccer Aid this year. Kanye tweets about Taylor, Harry, & Justin.

April 11th: Zara with a friend at Sunglasses Hut. Coachella Week 1, Day 1. Louis looking cute. Article written about Louis’ dating history (lol). Harry wears the Cartier Tank Louis Cartier watch again.

April 12th: Coachella Week 1, Day 2. Louis looking cute again. He is seen wearing an Amiri Resort Club shirt. Amiri is part of the international and luxury fashion group OTB - Only The Brave. As we all know, Only The Brave is a very queer-coded song from Walls.

There is also an article written about Louis at Coachella and Zara being ‘miles away.’ We see the pap pics of Harry wearing the Cartier Tank Louis Cartier watch again.

April 13th: Coachella Week 1, Day 3. Louis looking cute in his multicolored outfit (I see you, rainbow boy). Zara follows a Louie on tiktok and then unfollows. (Literally why). Article about Zara looking pretty in a pink dress after “confirming romance” with Louis. (These articles are so weird lmao). Another article comes out about Louis maybe being on the phone with Zara at Coachella. Article written about Louis “ditching” Zara to party at Coachella. (That headline is hilarious to me). Another article is written about Harry experiencing “heartache” over Taylor Russell moving on. (Again, why is there so much talk about Harry and Louis’ past ‘relationships’?)

April 14th: We get a beautiful article about Louis being the "Festival Hero" at Coachella. Sam (Zara's ex) is starting a live radio breakfast show on Saturdays. More articles about Louis and Zara's "relationship."

April 15th: SCMP publishes “Who is Roxie Nafousi, the influencer who ‘manifested’ the father of her child? She was born into wealth and used to date Harry Styles, and her book has sold more than 1 million copies.” (More reminders of Harry's past "lovers." Okay.) Harry is spotted in Berlin riding a lime bike. And, of course, he's wearing blue again. We also get these leaks of Harry’s music from 2014 & 2017. (Here and here). The first one is called "If You Want To Love (2014)." I think the lyrics are: "Cause I can't contain, I can't contain your faith. If you want to love, you want to love, baby. If you want to love." The second one is called "Her (2017)" and the lyrics from the video (from what I can tell) are: "I cried cause I love you. And I, I'd do it all over. We drank too much. You started talking about her." (Ouch.)

April 16th: We get the 1st pap pics of Louis and Zara in California. (Getting these pap pics the day after those Harry leaks is crazy af.) According to the Sun, "Zara today launched her new swim and gym-wear range, Rise by Zara McDermott, for New Look." Also, LTHQ posts about a draw to win a signed 'LIVE' vinyl for War Child UK (The timing is so funny). We also get a photo dump from Louis via instagram with no caption that contains two photos with a rainbow in the back. It probably means nothing at all but I thought it was funny since we got those pap pics of Zara today.

So to put it simply: Harry wears the Cartier Tank Louis Cartier watch for the 1st time on March 8th (day he attended Sabrina's show which Zara also attended) -> The Louis and Zara stunt truly begins & articles begin to pop up reminding us of Harry and Louis' past "relationships." We get the announcement of soccer aid on the 10th of March. On the 17th of March the Louis/Zara "relationship" is confirmed with the infamous restaurant photos. -> Harry wears the watch on April 11th and we see the pap pics of him wearing it on April 12th. -> April 11th to April 13th is Coachella. We get more articles of Louis and Zara and we are again reminded of Harry and Louis' past "romances." -> Sam is announced to be hosting a live radio morning show on Saturdays. -> We are reminded of another past "relationship" of Harry's. -> We get the Harry leaks. -> Louis and Zara pap pics. Zara launching her new swim and gym-wear range. LTHQ posting about a draw to win a signed 'LIVE' vinyl for War Child UK. Louis photo dump with a rainbow in the back of 2 pictures.

(I also couldn't help but notice that we got the pap pics of Louis and Zara almost a month exactly from the pics of them at the restaurant. The restaurant pics were released March 17 and we got the pap pics today on April 16. Louis also started following Zara on February 19 (I think it was still the 18th for me when he followed her cause hldailyupdates’ post about the follow says the 18th but they captioned it "19 February 2025"). Should we expect them being pictured together once every month around the same time? I also noticed Louis liked Zara's pictures on March 1st and April 1st. Let's see if he likes another pic of hers on May 1st. If Harry wears the watch again, let's pay close attention to the things that happen right after. The watch might be a signal of big things about to come in regards to the stunt.)

That's all for now!

Here are some posts that I think are worth reading:

@twopoppies 's reply to an ask about Harry's two blue jackets potentially being "chore jackets." I think the information shared is worth a read.

@zourrystylinson 's post sharing a GQ article written about Harry's Tank Louis Cartier watch. They add a screenshot that states a watch is the modern 15th anniversary gift. Here is the post.

@fookinhellcurlyyy 's post sharing the fact that Zara is friends with someone who knows Tom Skoglund. Tom is a manager at Full Stop Management and he was present throughout HSLOT. Here is the post.

@twopoppies receiving asks that showcase Zara's pinterest boards titled "TRIP❤️" and "Glasto."

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Lower Decks really going out with a bang, with the best episode yet. Like, CANON GARASHIR, Harry Kims, all the references, Boimler with his beard, SEEING T'LYN MY BELOVED, no but really, CANON GARASHIR, like, the kiss!? The touches!? All the marriage talk!? We finally got it, all of it, and my heart is so full