#love on tour Wembley

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Harry on stage at Wembley Stadium in London, UK, Night I. Love On Tour, June 13th, 2023. © Wiktoria Wolny

[finelinevogue]

saying yes

summary - you and harry enjoy each others company after the wembley tour

word count: 1.5k

pairing: long-term-boyfriend!harry x reader

Wembley was empty now.

There was only the crew cleaning up the masses of boas and rubbish that was all over the floor.

You were on stage, trying to salvage the flowers that fans had thrown on stage for Harry during Grapejuice. You hoped to collect them and press them into a frame so Harry could hang it up in your house. Possibly in his recording studio.

You were kneeling on the floor, collecting the flowers into your Love On Tour tote bag.

“Babe!” Harry called from the side, entering the stadium from the tunnel.

“Hi, baby.” You smiled and waved at him, before returning to your collecting.

“Hi, baby.” You smiled and waved at him, before returning to your collecting.

“What are y’doing? Been looking for you for ages.”

He had changed into shorts, vans and a hoodie now. He looked very cosy and loveable. You loved him in his comfortable clothes, especially because it makes hugging him cosier.

Harry stopped to take out his phone and take a photo of you on the stage, without you knowing. He looked at the photo afterwards, zoomed into you and smiled at how pretty you looked.

He pocketed his phone as he made the rest of the way to you.

“Are you okay?” You asked, worried that he needed you for something.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Was just missing you.” He admitted.

You stopped adding flowers to your bag and watched him walk all the way over to where the archway was in the stage to get through to Johnny’s Place.

You knelt over to him and dangled your face and hands over the edge. Harry reached his hands up and held onto your hands, very careful not to pull you in case you fell.

He smiled when his hands met yours, having missed your touch for the past half an hour.

“Missed you too. Y’look good.” You told him.

“I’m in m’gym clothes, babe!” Harry laughed.

“I know.” You laughed back, squeezing onto his hands.

“Put m’best clothes on for you.”

He let go of your hands then, terrified he might accidentally pull you if he wasn’t concentrating.

“Are you sure you’re okay, though?”

“Yes babe. I’m sure.” Harry smiled at how thorough your concern was. “Gimme a minute.”

Harry shuffled along the floor and ran up some secret stairs to get to you.

You went back to picking through the flowers, to find the best ones for him. There were so many different types of flowers with lots of different colours.

You felt him come up behind you before you heard him. His presence was like a warm, comforting, blanket over you.

“What’re you doing, love?” Harry asked over your shoulder, crouching down.

You turned your head to see him, his face only inches away from yours. You smiled at him, giving him a quick peck before replying.

“Collecting these flowers.”

“Why?” Harry went in for another kiss, because he can’t keep his distance from you. Then he kissed you again because he can’t keep his lips away from yours after just one taste.

“Because I want to make you a gift and you’ll ruin it if you keep asking questions.” You turned your head away from him and secured all the flowers in the bag.

Harry moved behind you as you did so.

“Y/N?” He said softly.

“Yeah?” You turned around, to find Harry with a flower in his hands.

A pretty pink flower that matched your dress. He had snapped the flower from the stalk. He reached the flower up to being your ear, tucking it there so it would stay.

You blushed as he did so, smiling so widely as he loved on you in his own way.

“I love you.” He said.

“Do you?” You pretended like you didn’t already know.

“Yeah. Very much so. Sing all m’songs about you, don’t I?”

“What? Even Love of My Life?” You questioned, turning to sit cross legged on the floor so you could face him. Harry still crouched, probably comfortable from all the pilates. “Where you’re singing about how I was the love of your life?”

“Shut up. You know why I wrote that song.” Harry replied quietly.

You did know.

It was when you and Harry had gone on a break because the distance between you was too much. He wrote the song, sent it to you to ask whether it was okay if he put it on his new album he was creating, only for you to come knocking on his door the next day, teary eyed, demanding an explanation.

You’d talked for hours and hours that night until you decided you had something worth fighting for.

“I do. Sorry, H baby.” You cupped his cheek with your hand and rubbed over his soft skin.

“It’s okay. Only because we’re okay.” He smiled at you.

You lay down then, still a few flowers surrounding you underneath.

Harry then came and lay down beside you, close enough to interlock his hand closest to you with yours. You turned to smile at him, only to realise he was busy admiring the moon high up above Wembley.

The stars were out and shining for him. The moon beaming down on the both of you.

“She’s so pretty.” Harry said, talking about the moon.

“Prettier than me?” You teased.

“Nobody’s prettier than you, love.”

You were silent for a few moments, both of you just admiring the still and silence. It’s hard to believe this place was filled with over ninety thousand people a couple hours ago.

You’d come to realise that Lloyd snapped a photo of the two of you like this and it quickly became your favourite photo with each other. Holding hands, laying amongst the flowers, gazing at the beautiful moon.

“Harry?”

“Hmm?”

“Can I tell you something?”

“Anything.” He squeezed your hand.

“Sometimes, when we’re apart, like you’re in LA and I’m in London, I look up at the moon and remember that it’s looking back down at you too. Like she’s watching over both of us simultaneously. It’s comforting, knowing we’re small enough in this expensive universe to be closer than we realise. Don’t you think?”

Harry didn’t reply and you wondered maybe he just didn’t get it?

You turned to look at him and he was already looking at you, stars now reflecting in his eyes.

“It’s cool if you don’t think that. I mean, like…”

“Y/N?”

“Yeah?”

“Marry me.” He smiled so widely.

“Wha–”

“Marry me. Please.” He repeated himself, sitting up to pull something out of his pocket. He pulled out a small, dainty, engagement ring - one that you recognised from Anne’s collection. “Marry me and just be with me. Always. I know marriage doesn’t change who we are or how we love each other, but I just want to make you a little bit more mine. I’m always going to pick you. You are the love of my life. Choose me? Because I choose you.”

You didn’t realise you were crying until Harry was going slightly blurry in your vision

“Yes,” You whispered, “Yes! Yes, yes, yes!” You shouted more and more loudly.

You sat and reached up up to grab his cheeks for a kiss. He wasn’t ready for it, but quickly found his rhythm against you. He kissed you so lovingly and you gave him all of you in return.

He pulled away, red lipped and slightly breathless.

“Let me put this on you.”

He held you hand shakily and your own hand was shaking. He slipped the perfect ring on and you smiled with so much happiness.

“Harry, it’s gorgeous.”

“Mum gave it to me. She gave it to me the moment we went on a break and I knew that I’d screwed up. She gave it to me, making me promise that I’d work hard to earn you back and marry the one person who I’d ever fully loved.”

“You’ve been carrying it around all this time?” You asked in disbelief.

“Always knew I was going to ask you. It was just a matter of when.”

“Well this was perfect. Thank you.”

“Thank you for saying yes.”

[emilypixels]

Happy Anniversary to the last Love on Tour Wembley show!

[delicatepointofview]

LOVE OF MY LIFE Wembley, Night II

[cherrycolas-things]

Wembley n3 and n4 wallpapers!!!

[hsonlyangelxo]

I can't hahahahah

[twopoppies]

i don't know how to explain what i feel with the sweetness in this video, he's the cutest person ever twitter(.)com/gracelandsues/status/1668814562811060226?t=sqdiT4FTGBu2uwdloSNlxA&s=19

He's so cute. I'm so curious as to why he kisses his arm like that. Maybe it's a superstitious thing?

x

[harryssattelitestomper]

[91annawilliams]

Harry Styles | Wembley Night 2

[niallthebadboi]

Never felt more confident in my rainbow dungas and my Love On Tour fanny pack❤️

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[harryphotographs]

Harry on stage at Wembley Stadium in London, UK, Night II. Love On Tour, June 14th, 2023. © Deniza

[finelinevogue]

friends before fans

summary - you were harry’s girlfriend and now you’re just friends, but the fans still dislike you

word count: -1.5k

pairing: ex-boyfriend!harry x reader

a/n: some mentions of therapy, rehab and mental health issues. idk wtf this is but let me know if you enjoy!!!!

Being Harry Styles ex-girlfriend was hard.

Dating Harry was easy, but the aftermath of breaking up with him was devastating.

It was scary how quickly fans could turn on you. Harry has such a huge following, but you never thought you’d go through what you’ve gone through.

Times had been so tough over the past few years, after the breakup, to the point where you weren’t scared at the thought of dying.

Just because you’d broken up with Harry though, never meant that you’d fallen out of love.

The newspaper headlines were the first to attack you.

Harry is so famous that the headline made the front page. Especially when you and Harry had been crowned as the most loved celebrity couple out there.

They didn’t know the truth though.

You were called toxic. Crazy. Manipulative and psychotic.

You would just call yourself depressed.

The year 2021 had not been a good year mentally for you and it constantly felt like you were dragging Harry down with you.

“Babe, it’s time to go meet our friends.” Harry said from the other room.

You were still laying in bed, unbothered to move because you just didn’t have the mental energy.

“Babe?” Harry called after no response from you.

“Y/N? We need to go now.”

“I can’t.” You said softly, no energy to speak louder.

You could hear Harry sigh loudly. Loud enough for you to know you’d upset him, but quiet enough to know he wasn’t going to argue with you.

He just quietly left instead, leaving you in bed with nothing but dark thoughts.

You could see how miserable you were making him, because of how miserable you were yourself. It only took one conversation to change everything.

“I think I need some space.” You told Harry, just quietly on the sofa next to him.

“Space?” Harry questioned.

“I n-need… I-I…. I want to go to therapy, H. I am scared I might do something stupid a-and I feel so sad all the time.” You started to sob.

“Baby… I.. I never never knew you felt this way.” Harry brought you over to him and sat you comfortably on his lap. He was crying too, ashamed he had not seen the signs of you feeling this bad.

“For a while now. I-I’m so sorry.”

“No apologies, baby. None at all. I love you so much and I will always love you so much. Let’s just get you loving yourself first, yeah?”

Harry had helped you find a rehabilitation centre for mental recovery and you were there for at least six months.

He was constantly there for you throughout the rehab process. He never once skipped the chance to visit you on visiting days. He paid for the entire process, even though you had been strongly against that.

Harry constantly reminded you how much you are loved, especially by him.

It took a while, but you finally got to a place where you could love yourself and life again.

When you left rehab, you realised just how bad things were in the social media world.

The moment your relationship was publicly announced as over, you were turned into a villain.

You had stopped the relationship with Harry, solely because you couldn’t give him everything he deserved.

No matter, Harry waited for you. Still is.

You weren’t a celebrity. Instead, you were a good home friend of Harry’s. Your fame came from being attached to Harry.

Now your fame was for the wrong reasons.

You never cared about fame anyways, but the constant hate and abuse is tough.

Harry is still always there for you, though.

There was an endless stream of hate on Twitter towards you.

Even still 3 years on.

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A simple post on Instagram and everyone on social media would attack you. For being there. For existing.

Everything changed a while ago now.

Harry had texted you a couple of weeks back, out of the blue.

Your hands were slightly sweaty as you walked through backstage to find the friends and family room.

Harry had secured you special tickets for all four Wembley dates, but you could only hope yourself to attend this last one.

You hadn’t seen Harry for months, still just friends.

Or exes. Depending from which angle you’re looking at it from.

You came today because you wanted to show your support for Harry, especially after the last few years you’ve put him through.

Holding the flowers in your none shaking hand, you entered the friends and family room.

It had been very long since you’d seen everyone. You found it difficult to see Harry’s family without Harry.

Luckily, Harry was in the room.

Dressed in comfortable clothes, he was a few hours before getting ready for night 4 at Wembley.

You stood to the back of the room, out of the way, since you didn’t feel secure enough to meet anyone. You often felt like, even though Harry always vouched for you, that his family still disliked you for putting their Harry through so much heartbreak.

What no one seemed to understand, though, was that Harry would endure that heartbreak all over again if it meant you could get help and become stronger again.

When Harry’s aunty turned around she spotted you. Either she didn’t realise it was you or was just looking into the distance, but because you thought she was glaring at you it made you feel super insecure.

Twitter was already trending your name because fans had spotted you outside the venue. Everyone was begging you to stay away from Harry.

Now his aunty looked like she meant the same thing.

You left the flowers on the table, that came with a card so he’d know who they’re off, and exited the room.

As you walked down the corridor, a security guard and must be fan stopped you.

“Are you Y/N L/N?” She asked.

“Yeah?”

“Wow. You have some unbelievable nerve being here.” Her words took you aback.

“I’m sorry?”

“Yeah too fucking right.” She scoffed and walked wherever she was meant to be.

You stood in the corridor and thought over what she’d just said to you. There has been no need to be so aggressive. She didn’t know anything about you or your situation. She can’t hurt you when she doesn’t understand the truth.

You were trying to repeat everything your therapist had taught you, but it was difficult with so many thoughts running through your mind.

Temporarily squeezing your eyes, you tried to press the negative thoughts away.

“Breathe.”

Your eyes shot open to see Harry in front of you.

It was amazing how Harry always seemed to meet you at the right place and at the right time whenever you needed him. It was never that you needed anybody. You needed him.

“It’s okay. I’m here.” Harry said, bringing a hand up to cup your cheek and softly stroke your cheek.

“You’re here.” You repeated to yourself.

“You’re alright, Y/N. We’re okay.”

Harry leaned into you and pressed a kiss to your forehead softly. You smiled at the familiar feeling.

“Hi.” You smiled shyly.

“Hello, you.”

“I arrived a little bit ago, but I got overwhelmed in that room.” You explained yourself.

“It’s okay. Mum saw you and said you looked sheepish. Came here as soon as she said. Tell me what you’re thinking.”

“Just don’t know whether I’m supposed to be here. People know i’m here and it’s… they’re not happy. I don’t want to cause any drama and—”

“Y/N, love, you’re not. They are causing the drama. I want you here. I’m okay with you being here. I am happy you’re here. That’s all that matters.”

Harry moved to hug you and you squeeze him back just as hard. His hugs always make you feel safe. He smells as warm and comforting as he feels.

“Please don’t leave.” He whispered against your face.

“I’m not. Just need you with me for a bit.”

“I’m more than okay with that.”

During the show, Harry made a speech about you.

He was fed up with the negative press and the hate you get. It was time to say something.

“My ex-girlfriend is here tonight! She’s my favourite person. I hope you love her as much as I do. All m’songs are written about her too. I thought we’d try an oldie for tonight, so I can dedicate to my person. I hope you’ll all join in with me and sing out if you know the words. This is Sunflower.”

[voxina]

Il modo in cui puoi capire che canzone stava cantando anche da due semplici foto.

Le foto in questione.

[delicatepointofview]

LOVE ON TOUR Harry's Speech at Wembley Stadium, Night I

[harryssattelitestomper]

Haven’t we cried enough already? I don’t think I have any tears left..

HarryStyles: To the most inspiring people I know. Goodbye for now. Love on Tour forever.