#love harry

[s65ns]

Harry Styles

One-Shots:

i need a hug. | wattpad link. [complete]

bestfriend!harry x oc!jas

in which Jas just needs a hug and who better to give her a hug than her best friend, Harry.

Series:

Out of Time. | wattpad link. [in progress]

stranger!harry x oc!evelyn

"Hors du temps, Harry." Evelyn said softly. She raised her frail hand to caress Harry's face. Harry placed his hand over her's. "What does that mean?" he asked. There's a moment of silence before Evelyn whispers, "We're out of time."

more to come soon!

[color-ns]

Sometimes tweeter people know their stuff- this is the right kind of toxic angst I want to read.

[ciil]

he is touching vik’s lil mole above his lip :3

[skyrigel]

me: feels unloved *searches x reader tag*

[toorumlk]

the weasleys, circa 1995

[animatanaa]

I’m new to tumblr so I’m not completely sure how this works. First post, and it’s wolfstar!

[efsungeradam]

therapy

[churrotowns]

ginger cat world domination incoming

[perfeqt]

The moment you feel like you have to prove your worth to someone is the moment you absolutely and utterly have to walk away.

Alyssia Harris

[bbugspray]

I love love love all the wall painting options, but this one really stuck w me

[s65ns]

Out of Time - Chapter Six.

Out of Time Masterlist

Previous Part: One Month / Next Part: One Week (coming soon)

⚠️ TW: Mentions of Cancer ⚠️

word count: 987 words

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Chapter Five: Two Weeks

third person's pov.

Snowflakes danced outside the hospital window, landing softly against the frosted glass. The room was warm, filled with the soft hum of machines and the occasional beep of a heart monitor. Evelyn sat up in bed, a wool blanket wrapped around her shoulders, her fingers absentmindedly tracing the rim of a cup of tea Harry had brought her earlier.

Harry sat across from her, hunched forward in his chair, scrolling through something on his phone. His curls were messy, a clear indication that he hadn't been sleeping well. He looked up when he felt her eyes on him and grinned. "You're staring, love."

Evelyn smirked, resting her chin on her palm. "Can't help it. You look like you've been in a fight with a windstorm."

He gasped, placing a hand over his chest. "Excuse me? This is the peak of effortless style, I'll have you know."

She giggled, the sound light and delicate, making his chest ache in the best way. It was moments like this that made everything feel normal, like they were just any other couple teasing each other on a lazy morning. But reality was always waiting just beneath the surface, ready to seep in like the cold wind outside.

"I could kill for a steak right about now." Evelyn groaned. Harry shook his head as he watched Evelyn eat her pudding.

"You can only eat soft foods right now, babe." Evelyn squinted at Harry as she scooped another spoonful of vanilla pudding in her mouth.

"You're no help. I can smell your momma's good eats in your breathe." Harry smiled fondly as he placed a hand on her thigh.

"And I can smell a kiss coming." Evelyn shook her head viciously as she shoved another spoonful of pudding into her mouth.

Harry shakes his head with a smile. He waits patiently, admiring how beautiful Evelyn is.

A soft knock interrupted them. The door creaked open, revealing Evelyn's mother, Rebecca. She stepped in hesitantly, clutching her purse like a lifeline.

"Mom?" Evelyn's voice was lined with surprise.

"Hey, sweetheart." Rebecca smiled, though it didn't quite reach her eyes.

Harry stood up, giving her a polite nod. "Mrs. West."

Rebecca waved a hand dismissively. "Please, just Rebecca." She turned her gaze back to Evelyn. "I'm so sorry I couldn't get here sooner. Work has been overwhelming, and then there were flight delays..." Her voice trailed off, guilt flickering across her features.

Evelyn forced a small smile. "It's okay, Mom. You're here now."

Rebecca exhaled and walked closer, brushing a strand of hair from Evelyn's face. "I should've been here the moment I heard." Her eyes flickered to Harry, her expression softening. "But I know you haven't been alone."

Harry cleared his throat. "Of course not. I wouldn't leave her."

Rebecca reached out, squeezing Harry's arm gently. "I know. And I can't tell you how much that means to me. You've been taking such good care of her, Harry. More than I could have asked for."

Harry swallowed, nodding. "She's everything to me. I'd do anything for her."

Rebecca's eyes misted over. "I see that." She pulled back, blinking quickly. "I just wanted to say thank you. I know this hasn't been easy on you either."

Harry shook his head. "I don't need thanks, Rebecca. I just need her to be okay."

Silence settled between them, heavy but understanding.

Evelyn's eyes shifted to the window, watching the snowfall, but her mind drifted back—back to that night on the ice.

The paramedics arrived quickly, gliding across the ice with a practiced urgency. Harry barely registered their voices as they asked him questions, his focus entirely on Evelyn's still form in his arms.

"Sir, did she say anything before she collapsed?" one of them asked, checking her pulse.

"She was skating fine, then she started moving faster," Harry's voice was hoarse, his throat tight. "I told her to slow down, but she didn't hear me. And then she just... dropped."

Another paramedic examined her pupils while his colleague radioed for a stretcher. "Her pulse is weak. We need to move her now."

Harry felt his chest constrict as they carefully lifted her onto the stretcher. He held onto her hand, unwilling to let go even as they wheeled her toward the ambulance.

"Sir, you can ride with us or follow in your own car," one of them said, pausing briefly to look at him.

Harry's answer was immediate. "I'm coming with her."

He climbed into the ambulance, never loosening his grip on her hand. The ride to the hospital was a blur of flashing lights and the steady beeping of machines. He pressed his forehead against hers, whispering, "Nous ne sommes pas encore à court de temps, mon amour."

We're not out of time yet, my love.

Evelyn blinked, shaking the memory away. She turned back to her mother and Harry, taking in the way they stood together, both of them worried about her in their own ways.

She reached out, taking both their hands in hers. "I'm really lucky, you know? To have both of you."

Rebecca squeezed her fingers. "And we're lucky to have you."

Harry smiled softly, kissing the back of her hand. "Always."

There was an awkward silence before her mother cleared her throat and turned to Harry. "I hear I have you to thank for taking care of my daughter."

Harry sat up straighter. "I just—" He hesitated before shaking his head. "I just want to be here for her."

Her mother's expression softened. "She talks about you all the time, you know. I knew you were special to her, but I didn't realize how much until now." She paused, glancing at Evelyn before looking back at Harry. "Thank you. For loving her the way you do."

Harry swallowed hard, his fingers curling slightly against the sheets. "She's everything to me."

Her mother gave him a small, sad smile. "I can see that."

Evelyn watched the exchange quietly, her eyes shining with unshed tears. The room felt heavier now, reality pressing down on them once more.

Her mother reached for her hand, squeezing it gently. "I'm here now, sweetheart."

And for now, that was enough.

[guchaigue]

Me and my husband i pulled by keeping my shit together in the face of total, unrelenting terror. Day after day. Second by second.

[nina-s0]

"Don't read the same book twice, and expect a different ending."

Fuck off that's what fanfiction is for tf.

[bubblingsteam]

How did you get so cool Kim??

+shitposts

[peachieflame]

The Reverend Daughter