#harry styles glasgow

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I feel his first solo stadium show in Glasgow would be so perfect to include !! When he couldn’t believe the audience and the fact that he was in a stadium was sooo special like when he walked out … and the ‘This is my first stadium, I really like it’ bit :(

So excited to see what you do with this story 🫶

MY FIRST LOT:DOC ASK YAY!!! thank you 💖

The screen was black with nothing but the sounds of thousands of fans singing Bohemian Rhapsody. Then ‘Glasgow, 2022’ came up on the screen.

The screen then cut to a group of fans standing behind a metal barricade at the front row of the kitchen pod.

“It’s Glasgow baby!” The fans screamed, waving their hands and one even shook their rainbow flag they hoped Harry would collect later.

“Love on tour night one!”

The screen then cut to inside the dressing rooms, Harry putting down his phone to talk to you.

“Hey baby.” Harry smiled at you through the dressing room mirror. You were in the background doing some pre-show chores, until you heard the chanting in the distance and had to stop what you were doing to take a moment with him.

“Y’hear them, H? They’re all for you.” You told him, referring to all of the people you could hear screaming outside.

Harry: She said; ‘This is your moment, H. It’s yours.’

Harry: She said; ‘This is your moment, H. It’s yours.’

The next few clips of footage were from backstage.

The next few clips of footage were from backstage.

“Hi.” Harry smiled and waved when he caught sight of the camera. Normally he would frown and shy away from the cameras, but because he knew this was for his documentary.

The camera followed Harry as he walked from the changing room to the kitchen, where Sarah was. Harry held the door open for the cameraman, but didn’t acknowledge he was there so it was candid content.

“Hello ladies!” Harry greeted the women in the room, who were creating dinner for everyone.

“Hello Harry.” “Hi darling.” The ladies responded.

“Have you seen my Y/N?” He asked, unclipping the little clip on the top of his head to readjust it and pin back some fallen hair.

“Went to check on the cameras for tonight, I think they said.”

Harry: Y/N has a habit of telling me she’s in one place and then ending up in a completely different place. It’s a running joke now, actually.

Y/N: It’s not on purpose. He just doesn’t quite understand how skippy I am!

“This way?” Harry pointed up some stairs where he could see a door up top.

He continued to walk up the stairs, skipping the top few by taking two at a time.

“Baby, c’mon.” He waited for you, holding out a hand for you to grab before he opened the door to the special viewing box.

Harry and you were filmed walking to the front of the viewing box, the wrap around glass windows allowing you to see across the whole stadium. Harry cupped one hand over his mouth to feign his shock, whilst the other was still tightly enclosed against yours.

The camera zoomed in on your interlocked hands, capturing the moment where Harry squeezed yours an extra bit. The fans would later go crazy for those 2 seconds of footage.

Jeff: You could see in that moment, he was thinking: ‘I’ve made it.’ My eyes were tearing up, actually.

Mitch: It was a big moment for him in his touring career and I could tell that he was glad to have Y/N there with him, y’know?

Y/N: Oh. How did I feel in that moment? God, um. Overwhelmed!

Harry: I mean, seeing the thousands of people there for you. Like, each one had bought a ticket because they enjoy my company or enjoy my music. It’s actually impossible to wrap my head around even now.

Y/N: I think when Sushi began to play, that’s when it all became real.

The documentary then went to a black screen and noted: 10 minutes later.

Sushi started to play in the background, little bursts of images and videos flickered on and off the screen. It showed tiny clips of the crowds screaming, another one panning across the stage over the band and a final one of Harry pacing back and forth backstage.

Then the part of Sushi where Harry runs on stage started and the crowd went absolutely mental.

“GREEN EYES, FRIED RICE, I COULD COOK AN EGG ON YOU.” The crowd bellowed, Harry smiling and laughing to himself mid-song as he took in what it sounded like for a stadium to sing your songs back to you.

Harry: That first line of Sushi i’ll never forget, yeah.

Pauli: Getting to be a party of that, yeah it was pretty cool. Harry’s to thank for that.

Anne: I remember Y/N face-timing me during Sushi and I couldn’t even hear H. The crowd was so loud that my phone was only picking up their singing.

Gemma: Yeah, mum and I were both crying from home!

Jeff: And H said…

“This is my first stadium show and I really like it.”

Y/N: That was the moment I knew.

Mitch: I think everyone kind of knew from that point on.

Harry: I was home.

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top 9 albums you listened to this year? totally random question 🤪

Unlike last year I did listen to a lot of new music this year so 2022 albums this time weee it was even hard to pick a top 9 but in order of release (probably):

Nilüfer Yanya - PAINLESS

ROSALÍA - MOTOMAMI

Kendrick Lamar - Mr. Morale & the Big Steppers

Harry Styles - Harry's House

Steve Lacy - Gemini Rights

Joost - Fryslân

The Snuts - Burn The Empire

Louis Tomlinson - Faith In The Future

Little Simz - NO THANK YOU

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His voice is so sexy 😌🥰

the.boy.with.the.curls: Where’s your kilt?  I’m saving it for later, darlin’. 

Glasgow (02.11.17)

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Love Day

Our Story Masterlist Summary: Harry and YN celebrate their first Valentine’s Day as a married couple.

“Happy Valentine’s Day baby!” Harry whispered to YN, whose eyes were still closed as they laid in bed. With his hand resting on her now rounded tummy, Harry placed a small peck to her exposed skin, where his white t shirt at risen up her bump. “And happy Valentine’s Day to my other favourite girl!”. 

YN’s lips turned up slightly when she felt his lips kissing her baby bump, where their little girl was growing nicely. “Happy Valentine’s Day Mr Styles!”. YN tugged at his arm so he was now hovering above her, her hands sitting on his bare shoulders.

“G’morning Mrs Styles!”. Harry smiled into the kiss, their lips moving slowly against the other. Their hands gently exploring the others body. “God I love calling you my wife.”. 

Wednesday had started with a lazy morning for the newly wed couple, Harry had made them both breakfast in bed, which later resulted with their clothes being thrown on the floor and the pair tangled in between the sheets. 

Before they got out of bed, Harry pulled a white envelope from behind his back. “I know we said we weren’t going to do presents…but I couldn’t resist this one and it’s kind of for both of us”. 

“Harry!” YN whined and her now plump lips from a busy morning pouted. “We agreed”. She carefully opened the envelope and inside was an appointment card for a private baby scan dated for that day. “Is this a joke?”. 

“No…no joke baby”. Harry reassured her, as he smiled brightly, his white teeth on full display. “We’re going to see our baby!” YN pulled him closer and placed her lips on his whilst she mumbled ‘thank you’ over and over again. 

After showering and getting ready for the day, they headed out for the afternoon for a walk around London. They had stopped off at a small coffee shop for a drink and some donuts. They were sat at the back of the cosy vintage shop and Harry couldn’t help but smile as YN took a bite of her donut. 

“Whot?” YN eyed Harry suspiciously, wondering why he was grinning at her all of a sudden. She dabbed the napkin against her mouth quickly. “Do I have something on me face?”.

“No…I was just thinking about our first Valentine’s Day and now we’re married with our baby girl on the way”. Harry’s hand naturally went to YN’s tummy, where he could feel some movement of their daughter. 

“I guess our wishes did come true!”. 

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12th of February 2012

As One Direction were on tour in Glasgow on Valentine’s Day, Harry had planned for YN to stay at the flat after their London show to celebrate early. He wanted to wine and dine her, but with YN still being seventeen it just wasn’t possible. So to Harry’s benefit, Louis was travelling to Scotland earlier than the rest of the boys which meant he had the flat to himself. 

Whilst YN was in the bath, and pampering herself ahead of the relaxing night they had planned, Harry was getting the living room ready with blankets, pillows, duvets, snacks and everything else they needed. He had just finished lighting some candles, that created a soft glow in the room, when YN entered. 

YN was cuddled on Harry’s lap, the film playing in the background as they both spoke, not really paying attention to the film. YN’s fingers played with the strings on Harry’s hoodie. “Do you ever think about the future?”.

“Yeh quite a bit actually” he confessed, as he moved his hand to YN’s exposed thigh. “Why? Do you?”.

She only nodded as her fingers continued to twist the cotton. “What do you want yours to look like?”. 

Harry scratched the back of his neck, whilst he thought. “I want to be happy…I’d like to have a wife and children…uh yeah keep making music and touring”. He could see YN try to hide her smile. He wanted to add that he’d like that life with her, but only being a few months into their relationship he was worried it may come across too much. “What about you?”. 

“Well I’m just going to be really forward…I want to be your wife and have a family with you”. YN said matter of fact. Harry could feel the pink appear on his cheeks as he tried to act cool about the conversation. 

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Entering the small private clinic, Harry and YN were greeted with a warm welcome from the lady behind the reception desk. “Oh waw…you are glowing!”. She complimented YN as she stood in front of her. 

“Aww thank you…I think being pregnant is my new favourite thing!”. YN smiled and let out a chuckle at Harry’s raised eyebrows. 

The receptionist took some details from YN before they were both told to sit in the waiting room. They didn’t have to wait long until a young female called. 

“Mrs Styles?”. Her voice was soft and a warm smile filled her face. They followed her into a smaller room which had a bed and a few chairs by the side of it. “Come on in…I’m Jessica and this is Paula”. She pointed towards the older woman who sat on a chair near a desk. 

“Ahh so you’re the famous Harry that Jess is always talking about!” Paula revealed, a teasing tone to her voice, showing the type of relationship the two colleagues had. 

“Paula!”. The younger of the two gave her a warning look. But Harry and YN only laughed and reassured her that it was okay. “I am a fan…but I am professional and I wouldn’t reveal any of your details”. 

“You’re alright babe…it’s nothing I wouldn’t reveal myself”. YN’s laid back tone was enough to reassure her. 

YN laid down on the bed, Harry taking a seat next to the bed. They had been to a few scans already so it was like second nature to them both now. As Jessica got the probe ready, YN pulled up her jumper and lowered her leggings down that exposed her bump. 

Within a few minutes, they could see their baby girl moving her arms and legs around on the smaller screen. “Oh you have a very active little one”. 

“She’s following her Daddy!”. YN teased Harry. 

“You know you’re having a little girl…how sweet!”. Paula smiled over to the couple, totally in her element at the scene in front of her. 

“YN’s always said I’m a girl Dad…whatever that means”. Harry revealed, looking between the screen in awe at how much their daughter had grown. 

Jessica smiled down at YN. “She’s growing beautifully in there…she’s weighing about two pounds always so whatever you’re doing Mama, keep doing it.”. 

YN and Harry walked out of the clinic with bright smiles, new photos of their little girl, along with a few extra gifts from the two women, a teddy that played their daughters heartbeat and a free appointment for another scan. 

“The best Valentine’s Day yet…don’t you think”. YN spoke as they spoke drove home. 

“And next year will be even better!”. Harry looked down at YN’s bump. 

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Harry Styles talking about his girlfriend for 16 minutes video

Word Count: 1.3k Category: pure fluff Summary: A fan makes a compilation video of Harry talking about you during his LOT shows. A/N: i had tiktok!yn in mind while writing this but you don't need to imagine so! x

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There were a lot of things fans looked forward to at Harry’s shows.

The outfits, the performance, the fan projects, these were all parts of what made the fan experience fun even if they weren’t present at the shows.

But it was Harry talking about you that had everyone in a chokehold.

Harry Styles talking about his girlfriend at his concerts for 16 minutes

The 16-minute video started with a clip of Harry from Manchester, blue overalls on a black and white polka-dotted t-shirt.

With his mic in his hand, he pumped his fist in the air as he barked into the mic, thousands of people copying him.

“Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho!” He giggled, walking across the stage as his fans barked back at him, “I’ve never done that before. First time. I like it, makes me feel quite manly,” he joked before making the same noise again and pausing, waiting for the fans to copy him, “Ha!” He grinned, opening his hand before giggling and walking across the stage again, his eyes falling on one section before he let out a laugh, closing his eyes as he did.

He adjusted his earpiece, still giggling before bringing the microphone up to his mouth, “My girlfriend is looking me like,” he dramatically shook his head with one hand at his hip, “She’s like, what have I done to myself?” He said, giggling before raising a hand towards your section, “Sorry. I won’t take it back home,” he said before laughing, “She said ‘you better not’.”

The clip then moved to him in Oslo, microphone in his hand as he walked across the stage, pointing at a distance.

“There’s a sign here,” he began, “Can I read your sign?” He asked, getting approval from the shaking and excited fan, “Your sign says ‘I’m only here for Y/N’,” he read, smirking as everyone cheered before he turned back, laughing with the rest of the band before looking back at the fan, “Well, she’s not here tonight, mate!” He exclaimed, “You’re here for me!” He joked, pointing at himself, laughing as everyone cheered, before he raised his hand up, “She’s sadly not here tonight but I know she follows a lot of you on TikTok so I know she’ll see this,” he smiled, “For the rest of the show, you’ll have to put up with me. I’m sorry my girlfriend has a career she’d rather tend to than to watch me bark,” he joked, laughing to himself before coughing into his hand like it wasn’t the most disgusting and unhygienic thing that a person can do; an action that you had told him before gave you “the ick” despite your love for him, to which led to Harry making you explain what an ick was.

The clip then played another, being one from the One Night Only in London show.

“I had never thought I’d say cocaine, side boob, choke her with a seaview, wait,” he held his hand out before reaching out, “with my mother in the audience,” he laughed, the camera moving from him to Anne in the balcony section, waving with a grin, “Y/N almost didn’t come tonight,” Harry said, “Almost,” he brought his pointer and thumb together, squinting as he looked up, the camera then moving again, this time showing Anne with her arm around you as you laughed and shook your head, “I’m sorry!” He exclaimed.

The clip then moved on to show Harry in his yellow and blue suit in Glasgow, pointing at someone in the crowd.

“What’s your name?”

Through the cheer, the fan’s answer wasn’t heard but Harry’s face beamed, lighting up as his eyebrows were raised.

“Y/N?” He repeated, fans cheering more, “That’s a fantastic name!” He perked, giggling to himself before coughing into his elbow, “When’s your birthday? Today. Okay, we got there. It’s today!” He announced, walking back and forth on the stage, “You have an Ibrox stadium full of people, would you like them to sing happy birthday to you?” He asked her, “Okay, she would love that,” he said, “Well, that’s a shame because we’re not gonna do it,” Harry joked, “I’m kidding! We are! We are! My girlfriend would have my head if we didn’t sing happy birthday to someone who shares her name,” he giggled, “I have to make sure,” he stood closer to the edge, “Is it actually Y/N? Okay, it is. Fantastic, fantastic name.”

The clip then moved to his show in Dublin, striped green and white jumpsuit on as a fan was telling him a joke.

“Why does a duck have tail feathers?” He repeated, “Tell me,” he paused before a disappointed expression was on his face, walking away on the stage with his wireless microphone, “To cover its buttquack,” he rolled his eyes before chuckling, “Thank you for that. Appreciate it,” he sarcastically said, walking closer to where you were, looking at you before laughing, “Y/N just told me that I can’t do better,” he held his hand out, “She thinks my sense of humor is broken,” he pointed at himself, “Then she shows me absolutely chaotic TikToks with tears on her face from laughing and she’s like, ‘babe, it’s the unhinged behavior’,” he mimicked, “You just laughed at a buttquack joke!” He jokingly shouted at you.

The video moved to show another clip from his last MSG garden, Harry in his colorful jumpsuit filmed after his sign was raised in the arena, tearful eyes on the big screen as his gaze moved from the banner and toward where you stood, putting a hand to his heart as he mouthed “Thank you, I love you” to your direction before looking back up at the banner, “Shit!” He exclaimed with a grin, “It’s just blue, you win,” he said, looking back at you, “Sorry everyone, Y/N and I had a bet about the text color,” he said, walking across the stage, “I know better than to win a bit against my girlfriend.”

Another clip then played of Harry at his Cologne show, holding a folded t-shirt in his hands with his microphone, showing it to the audience as he unfolded it, beaming when he saw what was written on it.

‘I ❤️ Y/N’ was written on the chest area in bold, a printed picture of your smiling face right under it.

The fans cheered as Harry giggled, turning around to show the rest of the band before looking back at the fans, then gazing down at the t-shirt again and raising it above his head, making everyone get louder.

“Thank you,” he said into his mic, bringing the shirt back down and gazing at it before looking at the fan who gave it to him, “I love it and I’m sure I’ll embarrass my girlfriend by wearing it,” he said, “Which is exactly what I love to do.”

The video then moved to the last clip, being one from Harryween with Harry in his Danny Zuko costume, looking up at the big screen before pointing, “Is that what you’re screaming for?” He asked the audience, “Sorry,” he said, looking at Chris Olsen whom Harry had no clue who he was, “How are you, sir?” He asked.

The fan-recorded video moved to show Chris with his “DADDY?” sign up, nodding with a grin.

With a casual stride, Harry took his time before he stood, pointing at the sign, “Yes?” He answered to it, the crowd losing it before he repeated, “Yeees?” He answered before chuckling, “I fear that there may be a communication breakdown from this distance,” he joked before pointing somewhere else, “And I have a girlfriend,” he teased, laughing to himself at the wild reaction the fans gave him, “Sorry, sir, I only answer to one person, and she’s right there,” he pointed. The fan recorded the big screen as it showed you, wide eyes and mouth open in shock as you looked at your boyfriend who was too busy giggling at your reaction.

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The Pleasures of The Unknown | Kate Middleton x The Unknown (Glasgow Wonka Experience 2024)

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When Kate Middleton mistakenly ends up at a magical chocolate factory in Glasgow, she finds herself drawn to a mysterious cloaked figure with a penchant for dark chocolate.

pairing: Kate Middleton x The Unknown (Glasgow Wonka 2024)

rating: 18+, minors DNI

word count: 1.2k

tags: crack, crack treated seriously, crack fic, smut, mild smut, finger sucking, chocolate, sex and chocolate, light BDSM, choking, thigh riding, rpf, bald harry styles, balddry, infidelity, glasgow, willy wonka experience - freeform, glasgow willy wonka - freeform, Balmoral, british royal family, unhinged innuendo

chapter warnings: smut, infidelity

Kate Middleton stared at her bangs in the Buckingham Palace bathroom mirror.

"I can't go out like this," she complained to William. "The Sun will rip me a new one!"

"Kate, my dear," he kissed her on the cheek, turning to lean against the counter. She continued tugging at her botched fringe until he took her hand. "It's just hair. It'll grow back."

"That's rich, coming from you."

William looked down at his royal bunny slippers with a frown. Even they had more hair than he did. Perhaps he should have them fashioned into a wig. He'd have to ask his frenemy, Harry Styles, for wigmaker recommendations.

"I don't know what to do." Kate looked up at her husband with tears in her eyes. He wiped them away with his royal hanky.

"I do," he smiled. Sliding his hand into his back pocket, he produced the royal AmEx.

"Take a holiday, Kate. Go to Balmoral or Hollyrood for a few weeks. Grow them out. Maybe even get that BBL you've been talking about getting. Scotland is a great place to recover from surgery. What with all the free healthcare and all, innit?" he said Britishly.

"You're so right, William. I'll leave first thing tomorrow."

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Kate double-checked the address her husband had given her as she stepped out of her royal Uber Black.

"This can't be the right place. Balmoral was never this colorful!"

The cabbie rolled down his window. "Don't worry, ma'am, this is Willy's place! Be quick and get inside, it's looking like rain."

With a soft 'innit', the driver pulled away, and Kate was left on Willy's doorstep.

She assumed 'Willy' was short for her husband 'William', but as she entered the foyer, she began to have her doubts. The place appeared to be some sort of magical chocolate factory.

Although sparsely decorated, the place maintained some air of whimsy. Well, less of an air, more of a spritz, but clamato, clamato.

"Soo la voo," Kate shrugged, walking beneath the sparkly, styrofoam rainbow and towards whatever fate awaited her here.

"Ahh, more guests! Welcome!" A depressed-looking woman in a green wig approached her.

"Here, compliments of Willy," she said, sliding a plastic cup containing a splash of what appeared to be sparkling lemonade into Kate's left hand. Into her right went a single jelly bean.

"What is this?" Kate asked.

"Our welcome gift to you! And only $40, such a deal."

Kate supposed $40 was a fair price for such splendor. After all, if bananas were $10, this was surely worth four times that. She popped the jelly bean and washed it down with the lemonade.

"Carry on down the hallway. Your future awaits."

Kate left her luggage and her empty cup with the so-called Oompa Loompa and proceeded down the bare linoleum hallway. That uncanny-valley candy landscape tapestry really ties the place together, she mused.

A voice greeted her at the end of the hall.

"What. Is. That?" A blonde man in a red top hat and coattails pointed towards an unassuming mirror.

Why, that's me! Kate Middleton! Kate Middleton thought to herself.

Kate nearly leaped out of her skin when the creature emerged from behind the looking glass.

"It's...THE UNKNOWN!!"

That's when Kate fainted.

When she awoke, her head was spinning. "Where am I?" She asked to the blackness that surrounded her.

A deep voice answered her. "You're in the walls. This is my home. My own dark chocolate factory."

"Your what?" Kate asked.

As her eyes adjusted, she realized she was in a small bedroom combined with a confectionary workspace, almost a studio apartment of sorts.

"My dark chocolate factory. You see, Willy Wonka seeks only to pump this world full of river-churned, high-fructose, milky delicious bullshit. What I aim to create is something far more sophisticated. Far more complex. And far, far darker."

"Oh? Might I try some?"

"Why of course," the silver-masked, black-hooded creature pulled back its sleeve to reveal long, nimble fingers.

He crossed to his chocolate worktable and dipped his index and middle fingers into a whirring chocolate fountain. The creature stalked towards her, extending the sample.

Kate leaned towards him, but froze. "Before I suck on your fingers, I should probably know your name."

The creature angled his head, as if considering her. "I have no name. I am only...The Unknown."

Kate's heart raced in her chest. That chocolate, those fingers, it all looked simply divine. And if William could be unfaithful, why couldn't she do the same? She deserved it, just this once. As a treat.

She opened her mouth, and The Unknown slid his fingers past her lips. She sucked deeply, the flavor sliding across her tongue and down her throat, the complex flavor and intensity of the delivery method sending shivers down her spine.

"Are you cold?" He asked.

"A bit," Kate admitted.

"Well then," she could hear the smirk in his voice even if she couldn't see it on his face. "Perhaps I'll have to warm you up myself."

Kate bit her lip. "Would you...put your willy? In my chocolate factory?"

His fingers closed around her throat. She drew a sharp breath.

She could feel his breath as he whispered in her ear, "Forget willies. Forget chocolate factories. Allow yourself to submit, to embrace the pleasures of The Unknown."

Kate let out a shuddering breath as she gazed up at that shiny mask. She didn't know what lurked behind it. She didn't care.

She kissed him then, the plastic of his mask hard against her soft lips. And then she was sprawled on the bed, his knee between her legs, and she was grinding against him.

"Oh, The Unknown!" She moaned.

"Please, there's no need for formality. Call me The."

So Kate did. She sounded like the gilded first word of a sponge's term paper as she wailed his name over and over again, into the dark stillness of this secret room behind the walls.

"I'm close," Kate moaned.

"Good girl."

He leaned down to kiss at her neck. The rough edges of the cheap mask scratched at her sensitive skin, but she didn't care. She was lost in the pleasures of The Unknown.

It was the hair that brought her to the edge, something her husband could never give her. The chemical scent of his cheap, black wig filled her nostrils as she rode his thigh, dangling there on the precipice.

"Ohh!" Kate screamed as she came, her thighs shaking with pleasure as she clenched around nothing.

A low, satisfied chuckle rumbled at her throat, and she swooned. After all these years of marriage, William had never rocked her world like this masked stranger just had. As they lay there together, she slipped into the chocolatey darkness of slumber, utterly content.

---

When Kate returned home, butt bigger and bangs longer, William had wanted to hear about her experience in Scotland.

"What was your favorite part?" He asked.

"I learned a lot about myself on this trip," she told him. "But the most valuable lesson was in learning to embrace the pleasures of the unknown."

"See, a little uncertainty is good sometimes!" He teased, tugging on her much-improved bangs before giving her a soft kiss.

"Mm," he smacked his lips. "Tastes like chocolate."

[justmystyles]

NEED YOU TO WRITE A JEALOUS/Angsty one for the picture of whoever is applying moisturiser to Harry. Your angst is soooooo good

PS: I’m OBSESSED with your work

Business or Pleasure?

read my other works here!

pairing: Harry Styles x plus size reader

word count: 2.3k

summary: you return to Love on Tour after an extended break, but after your last interaction, you come back to an awkward situation with Harry.

a/n: first of all, thank you so much for sending in this request, and for your kind words! when i first saw it, i wasn't really sure how to make angst out of it, but i think i figured it out pretty well.

i did take some artistic liberties with timelines here, i know the outfits and tour dates don't line up, but i had to suspend disbelief a little to make the story work out. sorry, don't come for me!

**Hey, so let's try this again! The first time I posted it was answering the wrong ask. That one will still be done snd posted. I promise!**

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As your car traveled through the streets of Glasgow, you were unable to really take in the stunning scenery around you. You were too busy worrying about what the day had in store for you, panicking about being face to face with him again. 

Love on Tour had been on break since November, so you hadn’t seen Harry in nearly seven months. And the last time you did see him, things got complicated. After the last show, Harry had rented out a local bar to throw what he deemed the ‘Love on Tour holiday party’. Since everyone would be going their separate ways for a bit, he wanted to give this family he had formed a chance to celebrate together. 

As with most holiday parties, the alcohol was flowing rather freely, and everyone was getting loose and having a good time. You noticed that as the night went on, Harry was by your side more and more, his jokes getting slightly more flirty and his touches lingering just a little longer than they usually would. You two had developed a pretty flirty relationship, but he was like that with everyone, so you didn’t think much of it.

Until you found yourselves in a secluded corner of the bar with his tongue down your throat. 

Sure, it was something you had thought about for a while. Harry was one of the most gorgeous people you had ever seen, and to top it off he was so kind, and funny. He was technically your boss, but you would never know it. He treated you like his equal, his friend. Developing a crush on him was inevitable. But you had never expected anything to happen. Then it did, and you hadn’t heard from him since. 

At some point, Harry had gotten pulled away from you to do shots with the band, and you had an early flight the next morning. So you decided to slip out while he was distracted, it would allow you to put off the awkward conversation, at least for a little while. 

You had expected a call or text, anything from him the next day, but you didn’t. You hadn’t heard from him once since that night. You had seen him making appearances and doing interviews, which meant that he had hired someone else for his glam during the break, that hurt. He had regretted that night so much that he didn’t even want to work with you. 

You were contracted for the entirety of his tour, so you knew you would have to go back. When you signed on for the tour, you were excited to see the world, but now you were dreading every second you had to spend with Harry pretending that nothing had happened between the two of you. Pretending that you weren’t heartbroken. 

“Miss?” The driver’s voice brought you out of your thoughts, and you realized that you had arrived.

You thanked the driver as he handed you your bags and made your way through the backstage area. As you walked down the hall, you stopped to say hi and caught up quickly with people you’d run into, sharing quick stories about your break and promising to catch up soon. You found your way to the glam room, and took your time setting everything, partially because of how particular you were, but more than that, you wanted to kill as much time as you could so you didn’t have to go out to the common areas and socialize. You knew he’d be there, and you didn’t want to face him. 

Once things were set up, you killed time alone in your space, scrolling through your phone. You heard voices coming down the hallway, one of them was unmistakable. You put your phone down and took a deep breath to prepare yourself. As he walked through the door, you plastered your best fake smile on. 

Harry saw you, and you noticed his expression falter slightly, but he quickly corrected it. “Hey Y/N, welcome back.” He said, wrapping his arm around your shoulder and pulling you into a quick side hug. It was significantly shorter than your past hugs, but it was long enough for his scent to overtake your senses. 

“Thanks,” you mumble as you step back, signaling for him to take a seat. You and Jeff say your hellos, and you make your way to your kit. The sooner you got started, the sooner you’d be finished, and you’d be able to get some distance from Harry. 

Jeff stayed by Harry’s side while he was in your chair. No doubt a calculated measure by Harry to make sure you weren’t left alone. As grateful as you were for that, you were also annoyed. He was the one that kissed you, and he wasn’t even man enough to reject you and apologize. 

“You’re all set.” You said once you were finished. You noticed Harry flinch slightly at your tone. You didn’t mean for your words to come out so stern, but you would only be able to hold back your emotions for so much longer. 

“Oh… okay, thanks Y/N.” Harry said cautiously as he got out of the chair, walking out of the room with Jeff. 

Once they were gone, you sat down into the chair Harry had just been in and dropped your face into your hands. The rest of this tour was going to be a nightmare. 

“Y/N, we need you backstage real quick.” Jeff sticks his head in the door only a couple of minutes before showtime. “And grab that lotion.” 

You furrow your brow, but comply. Grabbing the bottle and following Jeff down the hall. You find Harry standing shirtless amongst the hustle and bustle of pre-show preparations. 

“Um…” You got Harry’s attention and held up the bottle. “Jeff asked for this?” 

“Oh, right. I um… well…” He gestures to his bare torso. “I can do it if–”

“No no,” you interrupt him. “It’s fine, it’s my job.” You pump some lotion into your hand and set the bottle down. You rub your hands together and step up to Harry, taking a deep breath to center yourself before placing your hands on his chest and rubbing the lotion in. 

As your hands run along his body, your mind flashes back to that night. Your hands on his, his on you, your tongues entwined. You shake off the thoughts.

“Are you okay?” Harry asks, you look up to meet his concerned, almost sad gaze. 

“Yeah, I’m fine.” You lie. Your eyes remain locked on each other, Harry opens his mouth to say something. 

“The internet is going to go nuts for this!” You both snap your attention over to Lloyd, who was snapping pictures of your interaction. 

You feel your face heat up and look down, trying to hide your blush from Harry. You hurry to finish applying the lotion. “All set,” you finally say, unable to look up at him. He thanks you as you’re scurrying away, rushing back to your area. 

All you wanted to do was go back to the hotel and hide, but you knew you’d need to stay for a few touch ups before the encore. So you spent the entirety of the show sitting alone in the hair and makeup area lost in your thoughts, wondering how you were going to make it through. 

You kept an eye on the show through the monitor, making your way to the backstage area as he was finishing up his final song before the encore. He rushed over to you, breathing heavy, and adrenaline running high. You made some quick adjustments to his hair, and handed him a towel so he could wipe down a bit before going back out there, avoiding his gaze the whole time. 

He thanks you quietly before he returns to the stage, and you return to your space. While he’s finishing the show, you pack your things, hoping to get out of there and back to the hotel before he’s off stage. As you're closing up your case, you’re startled by a knock at the door. You look up and silently curse yourself for not moving faster when you see Harry standing in front of you. His chest rising and falling rapidly, still catching his breath, his body glistening, a combination of sweat and the lotion you had applied earlier. He was the last person you wanted to see, but you couldn’t look away. 

“Hi,” he breaks the silence. “Can we talk for a minute?” 

“I can’t, my car is waiting. I’ve gotta get back to the hotel.” You pick up your case and move closer to him, but he refuses to move from the doorway. 

“Please,” he pleads with you. You look up and see determination in his eyes. He’s not going to let you go without talking. You relent, dropping your case by the door and signaling for him to come in. “You’re not going to pull some fancy footwork and run past me if I move away from the door?”

You shake your head, you know he’s making a joke, but you can’t bring yourself to laugh. You move further into the room, hopping up to take a seat on the counter. “I’m here.” 

Harry takes a seat, running a hand through his hair as he tries to form the words. “I think I owe you an apology for the last time I saw you.” You remain silent, hoping he continues. “I was drunk, I crossed a line that I shouldn’t have, it wasn’t professional.” 

“It’s okay, we were both drunk.” You say, your feet swinging back and forth. 

“The last thing I wanted to do was screw up what we had,” he confessed.

“It’s fine, like you said, you were drunk. It didn’t mean anything.” 

Harry looked up at you, his brows furrowed. “I said I was drunk Y/N, not that it didn’t mean anything.” 

Your eyes went wide at his words. “I… what?” Before he could continue. “I just assumed it was a dunk fling or whatever.” 

“Have you ever heard the phrase ‘drunken words are sober thoughts’?” You nod, trying to put the puzzle together. “Well in this case, it’s drunken actions.” He stood from his seat, stepping closer to you. “I’ve been wanting to kiss you for a long time. I had liquid courage running through me that night, I knew I wasn’t going to see you for a while, and you looked so beautiful, and you smiled at me like that, and I just couldn’t help myself.” 

“Oh,” you said softly, it was the only thing you could manage to get out. 

“After the guys pulled me away, I tried to find you. I wanted to lay everything out, tell you how I felt, but you left.” He looked down, but you could see the pain in his eyes before they dropped. “We had kissed, it was this amazing kiss, and then you just left without saying goodbye. I realized I had fucked up.” 

“I didn’t, that’s not why I left, I…” You were about to apologize for leaving, but he could have just as easily called you. “Why didn’t you just call? Text? Anything?” 

“I felt so bad. I didn’t know what to say. The more time had passed, the harder it got. And before I knew it, it had been seven months.” He saw the tears welling in your eyes, and his heart sank. “I missed you so much during the break, but I miss you more now. You’re right in front of me, but it feels like you’re a million miles away.”

“I’m right here, Harry.��� 

“You’re not though, we’ve barely said anything to each other, and there’s this awkwardness between us. I hate it.” His voice starts raising, frustration growing in his tone. “It was one of the best kisses of my life, but if I could go back in time and stop it from happening so that we could be us again, I would.” 

“Harry?” He looks up at you and you see a vulnerability in his eyes that you’d never seen before. “I wanted that kiss too. It meant so much to me.” 

“But… but you just left…”

“I had an early flight, and I didn’t want to pull you away because you felt like you needed to let me down easy. I just assumed I’d hear from you the next day, hungover and apologize. But I never did.” 

Harry stepped in between your legs, his hand coming up and brushing across your cheek. “You’ve wanted to kiss me too?” Your breath hitched from how close he was, all you could do was nod. He smirked at your nerves, relief washing over him. “You know, when you were putting that lotion on earlier, when your hands were all over me,” his face moved closer, his lips just a breath away from yours. “You were driving me crazy.” 

You couldn’t contain yourself, his husky tone, his breath against your face, you closed the distance and kissed him. He groaned against your lips as his hands rested on your thighs, squeezing gently. This kiss was different than the last, that first kiss was sloppy, desperate. This time, it was slower, more deliberate. 

When you finally separated, you were both breathless, silly grins plastered on your faces. “So, what now?” You ask, unsure about where this leaves you. 

“Well,” Harry sighs, his thumbs running back and forth over your thighs. “We definitely still have stuff to talk about, but I’m hoping it leads to a lot more of that.” He smiled, kissing the tip of your nose. 

“I have a feeling it will.” You smirk, pulling him in for another kiss. 

[caroletheperfumeaddict]

Harry Styles concerts 2022

Here are Harry's concerts from 2022, including Coachella and the Capital Jingle Bell Ball, then HSLOT. There were one or two dates I couldn't find even short reels for, mostly the LA residency. All links were working at the time of posting.

NB: links for Sao Paulo N2 and N3 would not save.

2022

Coachella N1: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eJgE4seVaHY

Coachella N1: https://m.vk.com/video-100153356_456240379

Coachella N2: https://m.vk.com/video-100153356_456240389

Capital summertime ball (short set): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bvDxzBQtPdo

HSLOT

Glasgow: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5Wn_HsBzcSE

Manchester N1: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=igUtim_vlt4&list=PLGQqNTIrx5s3DsKrVdpzYuqS8JYuUu7ru&index=5

Manchester N2: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ncVPgoKCzZM&t=3032s

Manchester N2: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sZmUhJENg54&list=PLGQqNTIrx5s3DsKrVdpzYuqS8JYuUu7ru&index=4

Wembley N1: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QcT68fksXKc

Wembley N1 again: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_wDyIb6ZFvE

Wembley N2: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GTSKFIfjYjU

Dublin (compiled video, not quite full show): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5sMYPgAgcUU

Hamburg Part 1: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PI3hS5VibXA

Hamburg Part 2: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0dTQFVF5xzw

Stockholm Part 1: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2Kwxl2DcA7Q&list=RD2Kwxl2DcA7Q&start_radio=1 

Stockholm Part 2 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mtFHWmEHr0Y

Oslo: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qrM1UHWCsME

Paris: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LFcsUJigMg4

Paris: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kXOaepwPXSU

Antwerp: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PInveVkh58I

Amsterdam: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e8ZxX8T8p8w

Munich: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=If0V_dwy39o

Budapest: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s0e5u8vZbRQ

Vienna (56 minutes): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tw2Q_AhMaNM

Berlin: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ITqgbgAZdsU

Cologne: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nkMseGvYCgs&list=PLGQqNTIrx5s3DsKrVdpzYuqS8JYuUu7ru&index=9

Cologne again: https://www.instagram.com/p/CgVCSJ0F16U/

Bologna: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AguK3m96_RU

Turin: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7IxXuo4J5dY

Madrid (vlog): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ueCJ-WfeeOc

Lisbon: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AKxCUV4St-M

Toronto N1: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4vN8zylrv7k

Toronto N2: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F8XcOVUt4og

Toronto N2: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N02IzYNZLPA&t=3s

MSG N1: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1mkrScxfOBY&t=2s

MSG N2: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cwJa1Jz5s_A

MSG N3 (compilation): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=97XiG-BTyUA

MSG N4: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dWaIj_mbR6g

MSG N5: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wZMBRupIACo

MSG N6: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xGMIr3xy3cg

MSG N7: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9wocOX9tdtM

MSG N8: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LKGYM0t4YIg

MSG N9: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LZgj1fI3iJw

MSG N10: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FJpQeM8iTrE

MSG N10: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z1GS79wwc_s

MSG N11: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VuvaiPEV4tU

MSG N12: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4aC6PgJ-O78

MSG N12 (compilation): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4TklorzNcjA

MSG N13: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ig_N-x6NSAM

MSG N14: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pgCwEQHocAc

MSG N15: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CGOEnaD0lh4

Austin N1 (compilation: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zlvXI72OUo8

Austin N2 (playlist): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qw_ZkR7ugCM&list=PL3R918fe46KjqvHrnsQfLj0EjrtDBJi6H

Austin N3: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vyCOVdtwjb8

Austin N4: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iUSqD2RKs0c

Austin N4: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CWfk9jFMj3Q

Austin N5: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ShhdMlVEcNo

Austin N6: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cwYFeazaYu4

Chicago N1 (compilation): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G5fUDWhEEFM

Chicago N1 (says full concert but not, I think): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hg9d93P8EBE

Chicago N2: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oQPG2E_FHds

Chicago N3: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cUa5fdbXN0c

Chicago N3: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sCCTWDuXvEo

Chicago N4 (Golden to LOML): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QmXiaZEPNBY

Chicago N4 (compilation): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bIXFirU2Hsw

Chicago N5: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q3dg1AwRBPI

Chicago N6: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LL1MYb-bXf4

Inglewood Forum N1: https://www.instagram.com/p/CkFc2m-LzbS/

Inglewood Forum N1 again: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4hAXsrGbgx4

Inglewood Forum N1 Vlog: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b4INpaV33Lg

Inglewood Forum N2: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M6opPTHr56U

Inglewood Forum N3: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o4HoKWstVYE

Inglewood Forum N4: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Opp5jaujG9k

Inglewood Forum N5: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cnYiUYQDupI

Inglewood Forum N5 again: https://www.instagram.com/p/CkU5PuWP-36/

Inglewood Forum N5 again: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xMhAaROaZXA

Inglewood Forum Harryween: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kb56qJOCKHM

Harryween again: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0tF40x8Q720

Inglewood Forum N7: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xsuy19s-5rQ

Inglewood Forum N8: sorry, no go

Inglewood Forum N9 (14 mins only): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b5jPxBl7KEI

Inglewood Forum N10: https://www.instagram.com/p/Ck5C-HLJ2Yy/

Inglewood Forum N11: nope

Inglewood Forum N12 (8 mins only): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TLqs6i9GgqQ

Guadalajara: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eqijdDKWSfA

Monterrey (15 minutes only): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YtuiYgtEFhE

Mexico City N1: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iGBo9NDpF3c

Mexico City N2: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GWTCb3bBT90

Bogota: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_Zf2AvsjBYI

Lima: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nsaRRL4fW24

Santiago: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bWA-HAq8sPY

Santiago part 1: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c8qX-9UF6cg

Santiago part 2: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6scmDJXmg5o

Buenos Aires N1: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IrzmUe7Okvg

Buenos Aires N1 again: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zH4X6q9IIcc

Buenos Aires N1+N2 compilation: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iPlaivktp-A

Buenos Aires N2: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fYpr17eB5Ks&list=PLtIKdw0-34kz2GWqzAS2jB9eKd0BUb0B3

Buenos Aires N2: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3-JyZ3V6Qgk

Sao Paulo N1: (40 minutes): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Zvqvrcmah5Q

Sao Paulo N1: Highlights (16 mins): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6YY6JWPzcLE&t=9s

Rio (highlights, all around 8-10 minutes): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AH19vXa2krY,

Curitiba (playlist): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mZtEIRurcFM&list=PLcsv2Ju-5f2AkyX3hyGxZdRCZsXc_I46a

Sao Paulo N2 (highlights, 16 mins): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dF8dNjlGOSs

Sao Paulo N3: Sao Paulo (playlist): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sZDSdNBQzW8&list=PLAowvfKHI84pYMpBqaE8npe5vwBzMZAG8

[labuenosairesfrancaise]

BIRKWOOD CASTLE

Hi guys!!

I'm sharing Birkwood Castle. This is the 23rd building for my English Collection!

I decorated some of the house ground floor, for reference.

History of the house: 

Birkwood Castle, also known as Birkwood House, is a Gothic country house situated in Lesmahagow, South Lanarkshire, Scotland. Built in the 18th century, it was greatly expanded by the McKirdy family. In 1920 it was purchased by the local authority for use as a hospital.

Birkwood Castle was built in the late 18th century, and the original villa now forms the north wing of the house. It was greatly expanded in the Gothic style in 1858, and again in 1890 when the architect James Thomson of Glasgow designed the large west wing.

More history: https://lpha.org.uk/2024/07/29/the-mckirdys-of-birkwood/

INTERIORS:

House file:

Location: Lesmahagow, South Lanarkshire, Scotland

Style: Gothic

Date:  18th century

This house fits a 50x40  lot.

I only decorated some of the important rooms. All the rest of the house is up to your taste to decor.

Hope you like it.

You will need the usual CC I use:

all Felixandre cc

all The Jim

SYB

Anachrosims

Regal Sims

King Falcon railing

The Golden Sanctuary

Cliffou

Dndr recolors

Harrie cc

Tuds

Lili's palace cc

FLOOR PLAN:

Please enjoy, comment if you like the house and share pictures of your game!

Follow me on IG: https://www.instagram.com/sims4palaces/

@sims4palaces

DOWNLOAD (early access 11/30/2024): https://www.patreon.com/posts/114013250

[musicforastylesrestaurant]

Styling Mr. Styles.

harry styles were in desperate need of a hair stylist for one direction’s uk leg of tour culminating in 2015.

although he doesn’t do much with his hair before shows, perhaps a bit of gel and hairspray here and there, he needs someone who can cut his hair when he feels it’s necessary and someone who he can just talk to when he needs a bit of space.

and he knows for a fact that hair stylists always talk the most, so he needed to hire one, a hair cut could take place at any given moment and although his hair was long he liked to keep it in check.

so when his good friend lou teasedale recommends (Y/N). harry’s quick in taking the recommendation and hires you.

so the autumn of 2015 was bound to turn out a good one, especially when your surrounded by all your close friends and some even closer.

authors note - this is my first time writing a series as i’ve only ever written just one shots before so this is brand new to me. this mini series will include real life events that have taken place during the 2015 leg of the on the road again tour. harry is 21 in this fic and (Y/N) is 19, so there is a slight age gap.

warnings - explicit language, angst, mentions of domestic abuse, slight innocent reader, mentions of alcohol, social anxiety and panic attacks, badly written smut.

prologue. [published - 06.07.2023]

in which, harry is in desperate need of a hair stylist, so when his good friend recommends you, with a lot of persuasion you decide to take the job. having no idea what the future will have in store for you and for him.

chapter one.

in which, it’s your first day on the job and your best friend decides to drive you up to london so that you have a familiar face when you arrive. that’s where you properly meet everyone and even have some one on one time with a certain curly headed lad.

chapter two.

in which, it’s the first show of the uk leg of tour, and getting to know everyone you’ll be seeing for a prolonged period of time leaves someone in a slightly angry mood, which is an especially bad thing when you’ll be styling his hair in a few minutes.

chapter three.

in which, after an article appears of you being seen at the show surfaces, you panic about certain people seeing it. but due to the circumstances you have to move on quickly and move on to your next tour location. the home of the man your starting to develop a crush for. manchester.

chapter four.

in which, you’ve got a fear of flying that no body knows about, and after some gentle persuasion someone occupise the seat next to you. gesturing a cutie named lux and the wonderful city of glasgow.

chapter five.

in which, you introduce the curly lad to your favourite tv show, and arriving in your next destination he decides to take you on a tour of there set. the day ends with fireworks and a heart full of gratitude. all thanks to him.

chapter six.

in which, you’ve all arrived in the country that makes up 1/4 of the band. the lovely ireland. where nightmares take place, and the truth about your past finally comes to surface. hair gets braided and a mechanical bull lingers in the background.

chapter seven.

in which, getting ready to head to the next tour location begins all cute and fluffy, as if nothing can burst the bubble you and him have created, but an oblivious maid interrupts that bubble, leaving the two of you feeling vulnerable and create a whole other issue that leads to the two of you telling the truth.

chapter eight.

in which, events take a turn for the better as you and him cuddle in his bunk on the tour bus, where you start to feel good and the afternoon ends with saccharine lullabies. leaving both of you to let the feelings you have for each other to linger in the back of your minds.

chapter nine.

in which, another article reached the eyes of one direction fans and family, a flashback occurs in the midst of the chaos your mind is enduring upon yourself and an unrealised song gets sung for the first time, putting you once again in the spotlight.

chapter ten.

in which, waking you up with breakfast in bed, the curly headed lad had a very important question to ask you that will need a very important answer.

epilogue.

in which, it’s the finale chapter of your and his story so there’s one thing to say… welcome to the final show…i hope your wearing your best clothes.

[virgoilluminati]

Belongings

(Series Masterlist)

Chapter 1: “We’ll be a fine line.”

Idea: After performing to 70,000 people, Harry wants nothing more than to spend his night with his muse. Problem is, she isn’t technically his. (In all honesty that was supposed to be a very short fic!!? And I went overboard)

A/N: Hiya, so I went and saw Harry a couple of days ago in Edinburgh (I was also fortunate to go to Glasgow last year, but don’t worry I am not one of those people who are prepared to go to various cities across the world to see him. I just live in Scotland and luckily had the opportunity to see him twice). and OML HE IS THE MOST ADORABLE AND FITTEST MAN I HAVE EVER MET. In all honesty I have been in and out of Harry fazes as I have grown up to realise that I like too many men. But rn I am very much stuck in a Harry faze and Idc.

Warnings: toxic relationships, slow burn angst and a whole lotta tension.

Word Count: 2356

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As Harry stands on stage, basking in the adoration of 70,000 people, his mind can't help but wander to his love interest, Y/N. Despite the overwhelming attention surrounding him, his thoughts remain fixated on the person he yearns to be with.

As the lights dazzle and the crowd roars, Harry's heart feels heavy with longing. Every lyric he sings, every note he plays, is infused with his unspoken desire for Y/N. In his mind, he envisions a future where they share their lives together, where their connection is stronger than any bond he's ever known.

Yet, Harry's hopes are currently overshadowed by the presence of his best friend, who occupies Y/N's attention. It weighs on his spirit, aching him inside. He wonders if his feelings will ever be reciprocated, if Y/N will ever see him in the same light he sees them.

But Harry knows he must persevere. He pours his emotions into his performance, channeling his yearning into every word, every gesture. Perhaps, through the power of his music, he can convey the depth of his feelings to Y/N, even if they remain unaware of his internal struggle.

Offstage, he longs for a moment to speak with Y/N, to lay bare his emotions and reveal the love that burns within him. But until then, he must continue his journey, both as a musician and as a hopeful lover, hoping that fate will eventually align their paths.

As the applause fills the arena and Harry takes his final bow, he glances out into the sea of faces, searching for Y/N's eyes among the multitude. And deep down, he holds onto the hope that one day, his love will be reciprocated, and they will find their way to each other's arms. Harry Styles was accustomed to being surrounded by adoring fans and captivated audiences. With his soulful voice and mesmerizing stage presence, whenever he took the spotlight, he had a gift for capturing emotions through his songs and making people feel connected to his music. Yet, amidst the whirlwind of fame and success, his heart yearned for something more.

His thoughts were consumed by her infectious laughter and the sparkle in her eyes. His thoughts were consumed only by her.

Y/N, a vibrant and compassionate woman who shared his love for music. They had been inseparable since childhood, spending countless hours jamming together, exchanging lyrics, and dreaming of making it big in the music industry. Their bond was unbreakable, and they supported each other through thick and thin.

“Thank you so everything.” He shouted to his fans, after a heavy encore, leaving him breathless. Every song sang today was for y/n. Who sat backstage watching his every move. On his way back to backstage, Harry found himself alone with his heart aching from the weight of his unspoken adoration, and he knew he couldn't keep it hidden for much longer.

In all honesty, that wasn’t the first time Harry had wanted to go straight to y/n and tell her how he felt. The more he performed songs, which had been written for y/n (without her knowledge) the more he felt himself opening up and shouting it out to her, hoping that maybe she would feel the same.

It was fine line which had really set it off that night. The song was about two lovers, neither one could explain how they felt for each other. And really it was always a in between stage of love and friendship. That’s how he truly felt about Y/N. That’s how he had always felt.

Whilst singing kiwi and medicine, all he kept thinking about was the things he wanted to do to y/n. He wanted to pin her down, tie her up with ropes and force her to stay still as he sucked and kissed all over her body.

He wanted to hear her moans as he bit on her neck, hickies covering her body. He wanted to make her cum, numerous times, with everyone being able to hear her from miles away. He wanted her to be his.

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In a crowded room, amidst a sea of people, there she stood, captivating all those who catch a glimpse of her. She was in a red dress, and exuded an air of elegance and confidence that is simply mesmerizing. Harry ran over to her, as soon as the show ending, wanted to waste no time but to be alone with her.

Her dress, a vivid shade of crimson, drapes gracefully over her figure, accentuating her every curve. The fabric, silky and smooth, catches the light and shimmers with every subtle movement she makes. It hugs her slender frame, embracing her with its timeless charm.

Her presence is commanding yet gentle, drawing attention effortlessly. With each step she takes, the fabric gracefully sways, hinting at her graceful and poised demeanor. The dress falls to a modest length, just below the knee, allowing her to maintain an aura of sophistication and class.

Her dark, lustrous hair cascades down her shoulders, framing a face that radiates both beauty and intelligence. Her eyes, a mesmerizing shade of hazel, hold a glint of mystery and intrigue, inviting you to unravel the secrets within her soul. A subtle smile graces her lips, capturing the hearts of those who dare to meet her gaze.

Confidence emanates from every pore, as if she is aware of her own allure. She moves through the room with grace and poise, effortlessly navigating the social landscape. Conversations pause as she passes, heads turning to catch another glimpse of this enigmatic woman.

In her red dress, she embodies passion and power, unafraid to make a statement. She carries herself with an air of self-assurance, leaving an indelible impression on all those fortunate enough to witness her presence. She is a vision, a symbol of strength and femininity, leaving an unforgettable mark in the hearts and minds of those who encounter her.

As she opened her eyes and saw Harry standing before her, joy flickered across her face."Harry, that was beautiful " she asked, her voice laced with happiness and aspiration. Her voice, made his heart flutter.

He smiles gently before sitting down beside her and letting her hug him. As she does this, he sniffs her perfume a beautiful mix of cinnamon and vanilla, one of his favourites. “The fans were crazy. I didn’t know what to do.”

“Well, I had so much fun back here. You’re a special man Harry. And they knew that. They were crazy because they love you.”

I love you he hoped she’d said. But in reality she didn’t. And rather she sat there mesmerised by the amount of people whose eyes never left Harry’s figure.

“Harry this world-. This is your world. I am so proud-“. Harry smiled again, before gesturing over a towel to wipe the sweat which had formed on his back.

“It could be your world too-“

“Har-“

“No, I’m serious. You have to show people your talent love! Get out of London, go big! We could even do it together!”

Y/N was a small time singer. Known only for her small gigs in England, and occasionally being pictured next to Harry styles. She’d performed in countless small venues, receiving applause from intimate audiences who recognize her brilliance, but the world at large remains unaware of her incredible gift. To Harry, her songs were filled with raw emotion and poignant lyrics, tell tales of love, loss, and the struggles of the human spirit. Though her talent is undeniable, fate has conspired to keep her hidden from the spotlight. She was a star, and needed her own break.

Y/N loved to sing and, if she was being truthful - ever since she was much younger - the prospect of being able to just sing as a full time career was a desirable plan. But after her mother died in her early teens, and she was forced to help out more at home - that dream also slowly died. Instead she got used to being humble with the smaller things, like having a best friend like Harry, or having a small apartment in Brighton - which was directly opposite her family owned bakery, which she loved.

That was where Harry and Y/N had met, so many years ago to count. He had gone in to her store during X factor days to buy an iced bun to proove to Liam at the time that it was the top tier dessert.

In a cozy bakery nestled in the heart of a bustling city, the alluring aroma of freshly baked goods fills the air. The sound of a soft melody accompanies the rhythmic clinks of utensils against mixing bowls as a talented singer, dressed in a vintage-inspired ensemble, steps into the warm haven. Behind the counter stands a young y/n, her hands adorned with flour, and a smile that radiates warmth and joy. Next to her was her father, a bearded man, whose eyes were pierced like a dragon.

The singers approaches the counter, Liam and Harry’s eyes lighting up as he takes in the delightful treats displayed before her. Unable to resist the allure of the bakery's offerings, Liam turns to the baker with an enthusiastic gleam in her eyes.

“What’s your favourite thing to bake?” Liam asks.

Y/Ns father laughs warmly "Oh, that's a tough question! But if I had to pick just one, it would be doughnuts

Harry laughs slightly before quickly paying attention to the young y/n who, had began to look down at the ground uninterested. “I told you Harry! The best ones in the business!” Liam responds shaking his shoulders

“Ok, but what about the iced buns. Iced buns have got to be up there too!”

“Iced buns? Yes we have iced buns, they are delicious also. Would you like me to get you both up to choose from?” Y/Ns father asked eager for an extra sale.

“What do you like?” Harry asks y/n who is shocked by the question. Not because she doesn’t know what was her favourite more so, she hasn’t expected him to notice her.

“I-I’d probably say, the iced buns. It’s a British classic.”

“Then we’ll get 5 iced buns please,”. Harry responds not waiting for Liam to protest. Y/Ns father nods his head before going to the back room to find some more iced buns. Y/N stood at the till, placing their order in the cashier.

“The iced buns aren’t just for us by the way. Our band, all wanted to have something.”

“Your band? What are you called?”

“One direction.” Liam proudly stated. Expecting y/n to suddenly start fangirling. Like other girls had done prior.

“Oh. Cool. Whereabouts are you guys playing, I presume you’re not from around here.” She responds. Her eyes only focused on Harry.

“Down by the beach. It’s a one off thing - for a friends birthday. We promised we’d do it.” Harry responds before handing her the money. Y/N smiles before handing over the iced buns.

“Well, I hope you have a nice time.”

Both the boys say thank you before leaving. Unlike Liam who went back to himself resolutely, Harry remained eclipsed with that conversation. Wondering if ever she would see him again. Funnily enough they would, and that would be at the friends birthday party. Because the friend was Will….

Will had been Harry’s friend since pre school, and had moved to Brighton when he was 15 which is where he met y/n. Through will, they both met at his birthday party, and together they became an inseparable trio. However this also meant that Will and Harry both ultimately became attached to y/n. And whilst Will believed y/n was the perfect fit for her given his thriving law career and being able to have someone who would be able to create a family with. Harry also desired a life with y/n, both being able to travel the world and share music.

Y/N came from a very strict family. One whom focused entirely on making sure she had someone that could help her to run her baking business and also create another generation of children. They cared enough for her to be with someone she loved, but they also needed to be able to provide, despite y/ns beliefs being totally against needing to rely on a man. Will fit that box. He was able to provide a wealthy life, with a lot of opportunities to grow and it allowed y/n to stay with everyone she knew.

Harry was too rogue, able to spread months away from home. And ultimately meaning he was not the right fit in her fathers eyes to marry him. Nonetheless this did not prevent Harry from wanting her.

Will stood as constant presence in their world, a bridge between their pasts and an embodiment of their shared history. Yet, his role as the y/n/ partner fuels an insidious flame of resentment within the Harry’s heart. Each encounter between them drips with tension, colored by the seething undercurrent of jealousy and disdain. Every smile shared, every touch exchanged, stirs a storm of conflicting emotions.

And overtime a silent battle rages within him, torn between loyalty and desire, unable to escape the torment of witnessing their connection blossom. In this intricate dance of love, friendship, and unrequited longing, the boy's heart bears the weight of an unyielding enmity, casting a shadow upon the delicate balance of their intertwined lives. He remained the most difficult thing to prevent Harry from telling y/n how he truly felt.

“Just imagine it, you’re my opening act. You, me touring the world. Will could come too if he wanted-“

Before he could say anymore, Will walked through, offering both a pint of beer. Harry inside grunts, knowing again that his time with y/n was limited. Will smiled before coming over handing over them each a pint. “You know what?, £5 for a pint this size, ain’t even half bad.” Will responded sitting next to y/n forcing Harry to stand up.

“Thank you.” Y/N responded, taking a hold of the pint before kissing him on the cheek. That kiss made Harry want to throw up.

“Have you told him yet-“

“Will-“

“Told me what?” Harry asked. Staring at y/n who had suddenly become uncomfortable under Wills skin.

“I was going to tell you later, I didn’t want to steal the show-“

“Tell me what?”

She looks down at the floor before looking back up to Harry. “We- we are-“

“We’re engaged!” Will stated. Interrupting y/n and leaving Harry numb.

As the words escape Will's lips, revealing his engagement to Y/N, a flicker of disbelief dances across Harry's face, quickly morphing into shock and aching disappointment. The weight of his unrequited love settles upon his shoulders like a heavy burden, threatening to suffocate the joy he once felt for his friend. In that bittersweet moment, Harry is caught between genuine happiness for Will's newfound happiness and the piercing ache of shattered dreams. Each word hangs in the air, pregnant with unspoken emotions, as the fragile dynamics of their friendship tremble on the precipice of a heart-wrenching realization.

He knew that this moment had been coming for a while, Will had often spoken to Harry and Niall about finally tying the knot with Y/N. However he never realised how it would truly feel if he actually did tie the knot. He’d never be able to look at Y/N the same. Dating is one thing, but marriage and then the possibility of children is a whole other ball park.

“That’s amazing! Congratulations!” He responded immediately hugging Will, before hugging y/n even tighter. He felt his heart fall to the bottom of his lungs, before smiling forcefully, allowing y/n to announce the words to the rest of the band.

The room seemed to spin as, Y/N, joyfully announced their engagement to, Will to Mitch and Sarah. A mixture of shock, disappointment, and a tinge of envy washed over him, threatening to drown him in a sea of unrequited love. Harry forced a smile, concealing his true emotions behind a facade of happiness, while his heart shattered into a thousand fractured pieces. In that moment, he realized that he had to come to terms with the fact that Y/N's happiness lay in the arms of another, and he would have to find a way to navigate the treacherous path of friendship, masking the pain that gnawed at his soul.

But in all honesty, he would never be able to get over the pain of losing the love of his life. Especially someone who seemed like his perfect match.

[neondiamond]

🌻 Recently Read Fics - September 2023 🌻

These are all the amazing fics I read over the past month (from shortest to longest). Don’t forget to leave kudos and comments to show the authors your appreciation if you read any of these! 💛

🌻 I Want To Sea by @tommokat (198, G)

Dorks in love being dorks in love, featuring two bad pick up lines and one good one.

🌻 Stable and Steady by @tommokat (496, G)

A tutoring lesson about stability with Tutor Marcel and his crush, Louis.

🌻 Team Gaelic FTW by @lululawrence (611, NR)

Just another Scrabble Game Night at the Stylinson House...

🌻 It’s a rush inside I can’t control by @beardyboyzx (764, G)

Wind is hitting him in the face as Louis runs, freely and carelessly, through the woods.

There’s no one chasing him for once, and he’s got all the time in the world to enjoy how the soil feels under his feet.

🌻 Glasgow by @hellolovers13 (859, T)

Louis' first moments with his newborn daughter.

🌻 I’ll Run (Run To You) by @so-why-let-your-voice-be-tamed (1k, M)

What do people need after running a marathon?

Louis remembers the first time he Googled that, about 2.8 minutes after saying goodbye to Harry during a round of speed dating. It was probably a bit of a dickish move, considering he was already sat opposite another, presumably lovely, boy, but all it had taken was one look at Harry and he'd known.

🌻 Orange Blossoms by @red-pandaaa (1k, T)

Louis runs Harry a bath

🌻 It’s human to break, it’s human to fall by @larry-hiatus (1k, T)

A wobbly ladder and a stubborn Louis don’t make for a good combination, and now he’s left to deal with the painful consequences. His boyfriend Harry can’t help but be annoyed that Louis didn’t listen to him, but he quickly puts aside his irritation when he realizes something else is wrong.

🌻 Enemies to Lovers by @londonfoginacup (1k, G)

There's something happening

at Styles' place.

Louis can sense it. He's good like that.

🌻 Fly To You by @babyhoneyheslt (1k, G)

On the way to their honeymoon, Harry and Louis find out the pilot is ill. With Louis being a pilot, he offers to fly the plane there, and it turns out to make the start of their honeymoon extra special.

🌻 Were You There On That Christmas Night? By @lululawrence (2k, NR)

the one where Harry has some fears regarding the animals present in the school's nativity play.

🌻 Accomodate This by @londonfoginacup (2k, T)

Harry's a professor just trying to get proper accommodations.

🌻 Eyes So Blue, Shorts So Red by @absoloutenonsense (2k, G)

Harry isn't like any roommate Louis has had before. For one, he doesn't know what a poem is (or skee-ball, for that matter), but luckily for him, Louis doesn't mind answering any and all of his questions.

Or Alien Harry discovers poetry.

🌻 No (Birth) Control by @haztobegood (2k, E)

An unfortunate situation left Harry without contraceptives a day before his heat.

🌻 Love Is In The Air by @justahappycloud (3k, G)

When Louis gets stuck in an airport during a snow storm, he mentally prepared for his already bad day to turn into something even worse.

What he wasn't counting on was a certain green-eyed boy who would come to light candles in the dark of his bad mood.

🌻 there his charming nest doth lay series by @bottomhaztoplou (3k, T)

Louis reads poetry to Harry, his upset mate, as he nests in their bed.

🌻 Stand Not in Front or Behind by @londonfoginacup (4k, NR)

Harry Styles always knew his purpose in life was to be a pawn in an arranged marriage to assure allegiances.

He never actually put much thought into his future partner.

🌻 The Doppel Effect by @uhoh-but-yeah-alright (6k, T)

In a future where the rich and famous can use lifelike android doppelgangers to increase their reach and expand their fortunes, unauthorized use of the technology by enterprising criminals results in a sub-class of doppelgangers referred to as Forgeries.

Harry Styles lives a simple life, far from the luxurious and nefarious worlds occupied by Dops and Forgeries. At least, he's never had a reason to think otherwise. Until a mysterious stranger shows up and threatens to turn Harry's world upside down.

🌻 like a bridge over troubled water (I will lay me down) by @so-why-let-your-voice-be-tamed (6k, T)

Zayn loves all of his friends. He just might love Liam in a different way.

Or: a love letter from Zayn to his friends, written in 4+1.

🌻 Sink Through Your Skin by @ireallysawanangel (6k, M)

It’s tough work being a detective. Long hours on the job, grueling cases that keep you up at night, but it’s especially hard to be a detective when you’re married to a serial killer.

🌻 To A Higher Place by @ireallysawanangel (8k, E)

Louis arrives home during his break from tour just in time for Harry’s rut.

🌻 Ace of Hearts by @allwaswell16 (10k, E)

Louis Tomlinson, the alpha Duke of Yorkshire, had returned to England to stay now that he’d married and mated. But since his husband was also the omega he’d once held captive aboard his half-brother’s pirate ship, he held back from pushing Harry into parenthood.

With the Ace of Spades now docked in London, Harry spent time with his friends from the crew and remained a bit oblivious to his alpha’s deepest desires. What he was aware of was his best friend’s hurt and his mother-in-law’s wish for more than friendship with her oldest friend.

A sequel to Ace of Spades

🌻 The Princess and the Pea by @absoloutenonsense (12k, NR)

A brutal storm finds Harry and Niall seeking shelter at the nearest place they can find - a rather grand manor, with some peculiar people of the house. At least Harry has made a friend in one of the servants there.

[hellolovers13]

Glasgow by hellolovers13

Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson | T | ~1k | Fluff

Louis' first moments with his newborn daughter.

Third Part to Chicago

[jadeittic]

HS + Y/I: 2022 (SERIES)

EXTRA (6) (REMAKE) -- ive been procrastinating a lot this yr so i guess we're back on track with hs + y/i

PREVIOUS. NEXT.

HARRY STYLES + PLATONIC!EX-1D MEMBER!FEM!READER

WARNINGS: are ig comments even warnings anymore 😭-- and there will be new uses of face claims.

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HS + Y/I. Glasgow. June, 2022.

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[this-daydream-is-dangerous-13]

Fine Line (the song) as Harry’s emotional barometer: a thesis

Fine Line, my beloved. It belongs to my favourite type of songs by male vocalists: straining tenor songs about longing.

Fine Line is the closing track on the album which shares its name. Track 13 on the album Harry held for months so he could release it on Dec. 13, 2019. Blondie’s 30th birthday; the preshow playlist that night featured 2 tracks from Lover. It is haunting on the album, and live it’s even better.

Harry begins while quietly strumming his moon and stars/galaxy guitar with the fox on it. He often starts low, shifting into the upper register for lines like “You sunshine, you temptress. My hand’s at risk, I fold…”. It builds to a musical crescendo where he cries out one final “we’ll be alriiiiiiight” while horns and guitar and keys and percussion swell. It a weeper for me, and a no skip always.

Now that the tour is over, I can find all the stats, and there are some interesting trends;

During the first shows of HSLOT, in the fall of 2021, it was the final song on the set list prior to encore.

Here it is on opening night in Las Vegas, with the loveliest speech to introduce it

Here’s Tacoma where before singing it, he begs people to tell those they love that they love them:

Sometimes, he seems to be up in his feels and chooses not to sing the final line. He thanks the city instead, as he does here on the final night of the 2021 US leg:

He releases Harry’s House on May 20, 2022. He starts touring in European stadiums in June in Glasgow, and Love of My Life has replaced Fine Line as the set list closer.

At the first concert, he plays it midset between Boyfriends and Satellite, and it seems to be too emotional to do at that point in the show. It disappears after that.

He plays a particularly emotional version, following LOML and as actual main setlist finale, at the final European show in Lisbon in July 2022.

It vanishes from the setlist after that. It becomes the most requested song, even more then Medicine since Medicine is played from time to time.

He plays it for a 3rd time in 2022, in São Paulo. Coming out to do the ONLY second encore he’s done on tour, on Dec. 13, 2022 he plays it. (In true Harry fashion, he’s wearing a flag as a skirt because he’s ripped the crotch of his Gucci jumpsuit while 🕺).

He finishes, and in Portuguese thanks the city, the fans, and “Fine Line”.

Think I am kidding? Here are the times he played it in 2022, as per the stats:

He does not touch it during the bonus North American dates, nor in Australia/New Zealand or Asia.

Imagine my shock watching a livestream from Horsens, Denmark on May 13, 2023 when FINE LINE replaces LOML as the main set finale; it remains in that spot for the entire European leg of 2023.

And there are some doozies. On May 28th, on night 2 in Edinburgh, he sings the most emotional rendition I had ever seen. I wept through the livestream.

For interest’s sake, the night before while at MetLife Taylor released YLM and sang Maroon for the first time.

Another doozy of a performance was n3 of Wembley on June 16th

And he continues to perform the song with high levels of emotionality, all the way to the end of the tour on July 22nd.

That night, he performs the only other 2nd encore of the 169+ shows, a 10 minute instrumental piano ballad, and original composition which he introduces after by saying in Italian: “I wrote this for you, just for tonight”.

Thoughts?

[scotianostra]

19th February 1972 saw the death of John Grierson, the film director and producer.

John Grierson was born in Perthshire, son of a local school headmaster. He studied philosophy at Glasgow University, but was drawn into film-making through post-graduate study in the US on the influence of mass media on public opinion.

His ground-breaking work on the Scottish herring fleet, Drifters, had its premiere in 1929 alongside the first British showing of Eisenstein’s Battleship Potemkin. In 1936, he produced the celebrated Night Mail, directed by Harry Watt with script by W.H. Auden and score by Benjamin Britten.A prolific director and producer, he was particularly influential through his creation of film units within the Empire Marketing Board and the Post Office, nurturing a whole generation of documentary makers, including Edgar Anstey, Sir Arthur Elton, Stuart Legg, Basil Wright, Harry Watt and Cavalcanti. Among his many achievements, John Grierson established the National Film Board of Canada during World War II, and served as UNESCO’s first Director of Mass Communications and Public Information in 1947. Throughout his long career, he was in some way responsible for the production of well over 1000 films and television programmes.

Grierson’s influence on factual film-making was immense, underpinned by a strong social commitment. Of this he said: “The basic force behind documentary was social and not æsthetic. It was a desire to make a drama out of the ordinary, to set against the prevailing drama of the extraordinary: a desire to bring the citizen’s eye in from the ends of the earth to the story, his own story, of what was happening under his nose.” In fact he came up with the word documentary for this type of film.

The documentary (especially on television) has gone through many stages of creative development since he died, but he left behind a legacy in the many film-makers who dominated the British factual film (and BBC television) after the war. It could well be argued that the special place of excellence enjoyed by British television today owes much to that tradition, which was available to make movies when the BBC only had radio experience behind it.

This is not to say that Grierson did not generate an element of mythology, fuelled at times by some of his colleagues, he thrived on being centre of the stage, was a shrewd publicist for his own causes, self-interested, brutally blunt about his colleagues, and a great performer in projecting a carefully cultivated image. But if he perfected this style in raising his own stature, he did it for worthy and sincerely supported causes. Without it, he could never have succeeded in making governments, industry and bureaucrats finance the schemes and the films which created the documentary movement and it is said his influence and enthusiasm spread everywhere.

Much more on Grierson here