#harrystlyes

[cutecoolgirl123]

can harry styles please morph back into HIM. #fratboyharrystylesImissu

[nealsneen]

You know a young actor's/actresse's career is really going well, they launched a couple of successful projects, they are on the rise to stardom, when they are hired for one of these weird-ass but super cool photo shoots, wearing frilly, baggy, colourful high-fashion-haute-couture in ridiculously impossible poses.

Raise your hand, if you know what I mean. :D

[afeb]

Harry Styles - Gangster washing up

There was a knock on the door, I rolled my eyes as I rushed to get it, dish soap dripping from my hands. I unlocked the door to see none other than London’s best known gangster, Harry Styles. I had suspected that my brother Freddy as been involved in some risky business, but I never thought he’d go this far.

Harry’s eyes trailed up and down me, stopping at my soap covered hands. “Fred in?” I shook my head. “Where’s he gone then?”

I shrugged. “Should be back soon if you want to wait.” I politely offered. He looked either side down the street and shrugged, smiling at me and walking past me into the house.

He walked into the kitchen, me not far behind him. He shrugged off his blazer leaving him in his black slacks and a white button down top. I turned to the sink and carried on with my task. “You Freds misses then?”

I scoffed. “No no, his little sister.” I looked over my shoulder to see he’d taken a seat on the small kitchen table in the corner of the kitchen. “You a friend?”

He shrugged. “Friend, boss...he’s kept you quiet.” Harry stood and walked over to me, leaning against the counter and peering down at me. “You know who I am?”

I nodded and placed a plate on the rack. “Everyone knows you Mr. Styles.” I picked up a tea towel. “Fancy drying?”

He shook his head. “I’m a washing up man.” I smiled and dried my hands, Harry and I swapping places. He rolled up his sleeves, show casing his tattoos. My eyes widened. “You never seen tattoos?”

“Only in the papers, never in real life.” I explained, drying a cup. “When did you get them?”

“Years ago.” He shortly replied. “Who do you think I am?”

I picked up a plate and gently rubbed the damp tea towel over the porcelain surface. “A gangster.” I nervously said.

He chuckled. “Gangster, got a ring that has.” He scrubbed a hard stain on a frying pan I had used this morning.

“Well...are you?” I asked, putting the plate in the small stack I had beside me.

He shook his head. “Not a gangster, just a club owner.” He smiled. He pulled the plug and let the dirty water drain. He washed out some of the remaining bubbles before picking up the small stack of plates. “Where do these go?”

I pointed towards the top shelf of the china cabinet. “But that’s not all you do.” I stated, finishing up the last cup.

“It’s not? What else do I do?” He helped put away the frying pan and cups.

“I heard that you...well...you do other stuff.” I pondered, no one had ever really said what he did, all just said that whatever he did it was bad.

He chuckled again. “Nothing else Doll, promise.” My heart skipped at the pet name.

I smiled again. “You got any fags?” He nodded and walked over to his blazer, feeling over the pockets before producing a plush cigarette case and a box of matchsticks. He passed me the case. “Fancy.” I mused, slipping a cigarette out of the pocket and between my lips.

He lit a match for me, bringing his hand to light the end of my cigarette. His eyes lowered into mine before waving the match out. “Real gold that is.” My eyes widened again as I puffed out the foggy air.

“Not plated?” He shook his head. “Now I know you do other things than owning a club.” He chucked again and sat down in his previous position.

“You got a boyfriend?” He asked. I shook my head. “Go out with me Saturday.” He requested.

I pondered for a moment, taking another long drag and letting it out. “Why would I get mixed with the likes of you?”

He stood and walked over to me, backing me against the countertop. He took the cigarette from my slender fingers and took a drag himself, his body pressed to mine as he blew it out onto my face. My eyes squeezed closed, I didn’t see his face move to my ear until I jumped at the feeling of his lips against my ear. “Cos I’ve asked you to.” He simply rumbled. “And I can promise I’ll be the best sex you’ve ever had.”

I scoffed and shoved him away, his head thrown back in laughter as he looked at my pink cheeks. “I wouldn’t sleep with you.” I snapped, crossing my arms.

He took another drag from the cigarette before stubbing it out on the ash tray on the kitchen table. “Good, can never respect a girl who opens her legs on the first date.” My eyes widened at his language. “So is that a yes?” He came over and snatched up the cigarette case, slipping it back into his blazer.

Damn he was charming. “I get to choose the club.” I bargained.

He rolled his eyes. “What club would that be then?” He unrolled his sleeves and shrugged on his blazer.

“The Golden Esmeralda.” I said. He looked down and shook his head, lightly laughing. “What?”

He looked back up at me. “That’s my club.” He toothly smiled at me. “Looks like Fred’s not back, tell him I stopped by will you?”

I nodded and followed him out to the door, he stepped down the large step and looked up at me. “Why do you want Fred?” I asked.

He looked down the street. “He was in trouble, but now I’m dating his sister I’ll let him off.” I scoffed again as he winked. “Goodbye...” he trailed off.

“Y/N.” I finished for him.

“Y/N,” he repeated. “Lovely.” He strolled away, my eyes widening as he unlocked a brand new 1964 Aston Martin.

“That yours!” I called from across the street.

He stroked the roof of the car. “Yeah! Lovely innit.” He laughed. “See you Saturday!”

“You better get me in that car!” I flirted. He simply winked and got in, driving away.

Funny that, seeing a gangster washing up.

[ohmylanes]

Bro. Petition for harry styles to bring back the paper airplane necklace. I’ll literally give him my old one...

[clasapparelco]

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[audrey-emeralds]

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yourinstagram Lovely aren't we?

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harrysheart WE ARE!!! WE ARE!!!

daily.harold.styles_updates sorry what, I was watching Harry's hands... um...no...rings ...um I was... yeah

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↳ user1 I am confused, what is your username supposed to mean

harry-louistomles I am feeling slightly hot now

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yourinstagram Hot pose babe 🥵

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stylesstyle Hot as the sun

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user2 I will just stay here and watch, that's all

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yourinstagram I LOVE YOU, HARRY STYLES!!!

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↳ reginafromlondon WE LIVE FOR IT

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Here is my cover of Harry Styles song “Carolina”. Please check out my instagram @iamcorina95 please like and share.

[boorbearlarrystylinson]

I promise to be your strength whenever you fall weak. I promise to be your voice when you can't find the words.. @harrystlyes @louist91.. I will love you until the stars go out and tides no longer turn.. Promise... #larrystylinson #iloveyoularrystylinson #louisharry #harrylouis #louis #harry #onedirection #onedirectionforever #onedirectionfamily #onedirectionreunion #iloveyoularrystylinson #loveonedirection #harrystyles #louistomlinson #nailhoran #liampayne https://www.instagram.com/p/BtLaB1BAAXc/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1caznty59z7f2

[blogazinebr]

Harry Styles e o cantor de R & B Miguel estão confirmados para o desfile da Victoria's Secret deste ano, que acontecerá em Xangai. O desfile de #moda da Victoria's Secret será transmitido nos EUA no dia 28 de novembro. #victoriasecretangel #harrystlyes #BLOGAZINE #vsfashionshow http://ift.tt/2mHGnkZ

[1stinseo]

Drawing for #harrystlyes hope you like it

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Crazy Love /Harry Styles and Selena Gomez/ (on Wattpad) http://my.w.tt/UiNb/OUA61Qi1Au Harry Styles és Selena Gomez fanfiction.❤ Selena Gomez egy közel sem átlagos lány. Sok baj van az anyukájával, na meg aztán a padtársával -Harry Styles- is meggyűlik a baja. Nancy a legjobb barátnője, aki támogatja ahogy csak tudja. Selena egy kisvárosban él az anyukájával, aki alig van otthon. Nancy, a barátnője viszont majdnem egy villában él s…

[afeb]

Harry Styles - Gangster Washing Up (pt.3)

Ably didn’t join us on the ride home, I don’t think I’d of noticed either way. The glasses of champagne I’d had throughout the night had gone straight to my head and now I sat in Harry’s car, lazily smiling at him from the passenger seat. I knew he saw me staring, and part of my thinks that he plumped his lips a little more to look all that much more attractive.

Harry pulled up outside my house, winking at me before getting out the car and opening my door. I stumbled out and laughed loudly at my clumsiness, beaming up at Harry who shook his head playfully. “Little too much?”

“Nah.” I scrunched up my nose. He shut the car door behind me and I took a moment to study his face. He truly was something else. His skin was tight over his sharp jaw line, his nose perfect for the shape of his face and his eyes were to die for. “You’re so beautiful.” I hicupped out.

He blushed. “Not nearly as beautiful as you.” He hummed back, leaning down to kiss my cheek. I blushed harsher than him. “Come on, I’ll help you inside.”

It suddenly dawned on me that Fred had no clue who I was actually with tonight. “Wait! Um, I can get it fine.”

“You sure? You’re pretty...tipsy.” He squinted his eyes at me. I shook my head and smiled warmly.

“I’m a big girl, can get up a step all by myself.” I teased. Harry shook his head and looked at his feet. I leant against the side of the car. “I had a really nice evening, Harry.”

He looke down at me, a small smile breaking on his lips. “Me too.” He simply said. He cautiously leant down and pressed his lips to mine, pulling away a little and rubbing his nose against mine. “I’ll watch you go in.” He hummed.

“Thank you.” I whispered before sliding out from his body and the car and stumbling across the road. Once I reached the door I unlocked it quietly and turned back to see Harry smoking another cigarette by his car. His hand rose and he waved, I did the same back before blowing a kiss and shutting the door.

I scrambled up to my room, ignoring Freddy and looking out the window. Harry was getting into his car, throwing his cigarette bud on the floor before driving away in his flash car. That night I dreamt of Harry, thinking about what we’d do together, as well as what demons were hiding around the corner.

I didn’t see or hear from Harry for another week, I knew he was still in town because Fred was out at all hours of the night working for him. Slowly over the week my anger bubbled more and more until I finally decided I wanted nothing to do with him. He’d shown me a wonderful evening, only to drop me once he’d got his kiss out of me. I knew I’d kissed his too early, my mother would be slapping my wrists right now.

So when Harry showed up to my work, dressed in his usual suit, I simply rolled my eyes and walked passed him in the lobby and out into the busy streets of Westminster.

“Hey! Y/N!” I dipped into Westminster tube station and began down the new escalators. I’d thought I lost him, looking at the large tube map and trying to find a way home without hitting the rush our traffic. I gasped as a hand wrapped around my wrist, tugging me into the corner of the station.

“Oi!” I yelped, tugging my wrist away from Harry’s.

“Don’t ignore me again! Do you know how that made me look?” Harry barked, a deep frown settled on his forehead.

“Right back at you! Do you know how silly I looked blabbering about my date with Harry Styles only to be ignored for a week!” His frown softened and his sad eyes found mine.

“I-“ He sighed again. “I’m sorry, look, let me give you a lift home.”

I opened my mouth to protest but he was already tugging me back to the esculators. He was in a different car this time, it was jet black and very long, this one had a driver too. Harry opened the door for me before sliding in himself after, his leg brushing mine at our close proximity.

I stared out the window, my arms folded as I huffed in annoyance. I wasn’t paying attention to where we were going, too caught up in my tantrum, but when we took a left where we should have taken a right, my head snapped to Harry.

“Where are we going? This isn’t the way to Whitechapel.” I said.

Harry turned his head to look at me. “We aren’t going to Whitechapel.” He turned his body to face mine. “Look, I want to make this week up to you, yeah? We’re going to get dinner at this place in Mayfair.”

My eyes widened. “Mayfair! No Harry, that’s expensive.” He rolled his eyes and laughed, and suddenly we were back in silence.

We pulled over on a busy street, many tourists taking photos on their cheap cameras, I never liked tourists all that much, they always got in the way and never knew where they were going. Harry opened the door for me, and I looked up at the gleaming sign.

“The Ritz!” I gasped. “Harry, I’m hardly dressed for this!” I motioned down to the cream trouser-suit I wore for work.

He rolled his eyes. “You look beautiful, come on, I know the manager.” He bragged, resting his hand on the small of my back and leading me into the entrance.

“Name.” The gruff waiter asked as we approached the small booking table.

Harry scratched the back of his neck. “We don’t have a reservation, yeah, but I don’t think we need one.” He shook the waiters hand, hoping to conceal the money he gave him, but I saw.

The waiter looked up the booth how much he had been given before nodding and smiling at us. “This way, Sir.”

“Preferably a booth.” Harry sniffed, taking my hand in his, following the waiter. We were given a booth as requested, two menus placed in front of us and bottle of champagne quickly ordered. “You do look beautiful.” Harry whispered in my ear.

“You can’t just charm you’re way back in Harry, it really upset me you ignoring me.” I crossed my arms and legs.

Harry sighed. “Let me explain, yeah?” I looked at him. “I wasn’t ignoring, business got out of hand this week and I needed to take care of it. It was dangerous Y/N, I couldn’t risk someone finding out about you and...taking advantage of my feelings.” I felt cold.

“What business Harry.” He began to sweat.

He sighed for the hundredth time. “It’s better you don’t know, okay? It’s better your in the dark, no one will see you there.”

I sat up straight and sipped my glass of champagne, looking at Harry over the rim. “So feelings, huh?”

He laughed and shook his head. “Yes feelings, man like me can’t want a girl like you?”

I blushed. “Tell me these feelings then.” I winked.

He grasped my hand. “Feelings of affection you muppet.” He chuckled, kissing over my knuckles. “Think you could forgive me?”

I quickly leant in and pressed my lips to his. “Don’t do it again.” I whispered against his lips, humming as he pulled my body closer.

“Promise.” He hummed back.

If only I’d known that was a lie.

[jeonjungtokki]

Thanks @steppyshu for the beautiful drawrings #1d #harrystlyes

[namelessreyna]

Baby, I’ll never leave you if you keep holding me this way....

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Harry Styles Icons // plz like or reblog if you save or use these thanx. 

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