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#netflix#streaming#i posted this#1899#sense8#i am not okay with this#inside job#santa clarita diet#the oa#the midnight gospel#anne with an e#julie and the phantoms#lockwood and co#dead boy detectives#shadow and bone#the society#glow#tuca and bertie#one day at a time#first kill#the get down#spinning out#hemlock grove#and more#i genuinely cant mention all#its so much#but at least they tried#right?
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they officially cancelled My Lady Jane after only one season because it apparently “didn’t find a broad enough audience”. i’m disappointed but not surprised, unfortunately it’s just one more name in the very long list of too-soon cancelled shows with incredible potential.
#my lady jane#amazon prime video#lady jane grey#guildford dudley#jane x guildford#emily bader#edward bluemel#elizabeth tudor#mary tudor#edward tudor#gemma burgess#fantasy#comedy#enemies to lovers#arranged marriage#satirical#tv shows#the list is long#shadow and bone#the society#lockwood and co#julie and the phantoms#spinning out#and more
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⸺ Kat Baker & Justin Davis SPINNING OUT | (2020)
#spinning out#tvedit#useraurore#usermandie#userelliee#usersavana#usercas#userneve#sallysimpsons#userpayel#userotp#usercallie#usersaoirse#useryusi#kaya scodelario#evan roderick#2020s#romance#by lolo
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The year is 2035. Netflix just cancelled yet another brillant show. Emily in Paris got renewed for Season 15. There is a meteor about to hit the Earth. The news articles about safe zones are paywalled. I turn the temperature down, cling to my blanket and go to sleep. All is well.
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Ok, so let's list them, my babies which got cancelled cruelly and often without an explanation, with my random commentary:
The Bastard Son & the Devil Himself (Half Bad) (gif) - witchy, dark, gay, big potential for a natural polycule, excellent chemistry among the main three characters, I am so mad.
Castlevania - need I say anything?
Dead Boy Detectives (gif) - supernatural, horror, funny, gay ARE YOU FKING KIDDING ME YOU CAN'T JUST CANCEL IT WE ONLY JUST GOT IT
Dead End: Paranormal Park - a trans main character? Cute animation? Supernatural stuff? Hello???
Fate: The Winx Saga (gif) - so much fun, great acting, good soundtrack, good plot twists, childhood throwback, I want my Winx back.
First Kill - LESBIAN MAIN CHARACTERS in a classic trope of a monster (vampire) x monster (vampire) hunter forbidden love? The acting, at first, might not have been what I'd call great but I think it was more of the script's fault.
I Am Not Okay with This (gif) - dark, horror, teen, another lesbian main character, cute as hell, cancelled at the worst possible scene.
The Imperfects (gif) - a bit fucked up plot-wise, tbf, but all the more fun for it. Cool twists and abilities. And Rhys Nicholson as Dr. Alex Sarkov is hilarious. Also, a spin on an ace succubus. Lol.
Lockwood & Co. (gif) - the books were the slowest of slow burns and had the least reliable narrator of all time (Luce. I'm looking at you. Anthony Lockwood is also looking at you.) and the TV series chose the protagonists SO WELL 😭 I loved it. I want more. So much more.
Mindhunter - psychology of serial killers, this had SO MUCH potential for a tonne of more content.
Sense8 (gif) - different cultures, action, an evil old white man, explosions, martial arts, gayness, transness, LOVE CONQUERS ALL, BITCHES. Technically, it's finished, but it was rushed.
Shadow & Bone (gif) - wonderful fantasy! Try not to cry, cry a lot.
Spinning Out (gif) - actual believable representation of a mental/neurological illness (bipolar disorder) and stunning figure skating shots?! Cancelling it was a criminal offence
And just because I'm in the wailing part of my evening:
Stargate: Universe (gif) - why yes, cancel it at the biggest cliffhanger ever.
Our Flag Means Death - 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭
#netflix cancellation#cancelled netflix shows#the bastard son & the devil himself#half bad#castlevania#dead boy detectives#save dead boy detectives#dead end paranormal park#fate the winx saga#first kill#first kill netflix#i am not okay with this#i am not ok with this netflix#the imperfects#lockwood and co#locklyle#mindhunter#sense8#shadow and bone#spinning out#stargate universe#sgu#our flag means death#ofmd#dbd#i'm so mad#save the gay shows please there are so few of them still
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this is my grave to all the ships i lost because netflix is the worst
#locklye#lockwood and co#kat x justin#spinning out#shirbert#anne with an e#hallie#harry x allie#the society#grizz x sam#there are more but i can’t think of them rn i’m too angry#rivusa#fate the winx saga#stellatrix#skloom
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I finished geek girl and I want a season 2 to happen so badly like harriet manners is everything to me she’s so relatable like her autistic representation please 😭
I also need more scenes of her and nick like so adorable
last time I loved a netflix show this much aka spinning out it didn’t get renewed for season 2 so I don’t need that to happen again please netflix renew geek girl for season 2
#more of steph’s random thoughts#geek girl#harriet manners#spinning out#netflix#emily carey#nick park#liam woodrum
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#nirvanadagindanakancikolatalisut#postlarim#aeshetic#love#cute#couple goals#couple#boyfriend#girlfriend#kiss#heart#hug#netflix#spinning out#lovers
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"'Cause that's the night you said you loved me. Did you mean it, or... was it just a part of your mania?
'cause I meant it."—Justin Davis
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FAVORITE THINGS IN MOVIES & TELEVISION (1/∞)
Ice Skating
#2024#gif collections — favorite things in movies and television#gif sets#my gifs — spinning out#my gifs — ice princess#my gifs — somewhere#my gifs — euphoria#my gifs — i tonya#characters — kat baker#characters — justin davis#characters — casey carlyle#characters — cleo#characters — cassie howard#characters — tonya harding#spinning out#ice princess#somewhere#euphoria#i tonya#gifs
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spinning out (2020)
#kaya scodelario icons#spinning out icons#spin out icons#kaya scodelario#kscodelarioedit#kat baker icons#kat baker#spinning out#spin out#justin davis#kat x justin#girls icons#twitter icons#tvseriesedit#tv series
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KAT BAKER x JUSTIN DAVIS | SPINNING OUT (2020) ↳ It's harder when you care. And you haven't cared for a very long time.
#spinning out#kat baker#justin davis#evan roderick#kaya scodelario#tv: spinning out#tv series#spinning out moodboard#mine#about so revive this fandom in 2023#f netflix for cancelling this masterpiece#m: tv#m: myth#m: icon#m: lit
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The car ride to Harry’s hotel was silent. If it wasn’t for the sounds of the city and radio his driver was playing you could have heard a pin drop. These moments are the hardest ones because you are so sure of Harry’s feelings and then it’s just over. You look over to Harry avoiding all eye contact but can’t help but notice how he’s tapping his fingers along to the sound of the radio. Your journey from Long Island back to Manhattan was long. Once the car came to a halt outside one of the nicest hotels in Tribeca, your nerves were back. Harry got out of the car faster than you realized - fucks sake is he about to leave you stranded? You grabbed your purse and phone that was acting like a barrier between you, you grazed your hand against the handle and before you could get it open it was already opening with Harry on the other side waiting for you to exit.
You walked into the hotel with Harry closely following you. The doorman gave him a smile and a wink trying not to second guess the gesture you kept walking until you got to the elevator. You wondered if Harry was a few steps behind you just in case there were people around that might take a picture or have new gossip to tell their friends. When the elevator door opened Harry waited a beat before following you inside. The ride in the elevator was quiet. You wanted to break the tension, run over to his side and crash your lips into his and let all your worries go away. Instead, the both of you stayed on your respective sides.
The elevator doors open to his room. The bright lights of the city light up the space as Harry leads you into the living room. You’ve been in plenty of hotels but never one this nice. It almost takes your breath away. Your eyes scan the space. It’s intimate. Somehow more intimate than his house in Italy. His luggage was left open next to his bed. Clothes scattered around. You noticed a frame on his bedside table — the same one from his trailer in Coachella. You were lost in your observations until Harry cleared his throat, he was behind the bar making himself a drink, his brows were up as he reached for the second glass, his nonverbal way of asking if you’d like one.
“It’s 3am,” you say, speaking up for the first time since you left the arena.
“That’s a fact.” Harry replies quickly under his breath.
“I’m really tired,” you say as a yawn escapes you, emphasizing your tiredness.
“Another fact.”
The two of you begin to laugh, breaking any of the awkwardness and tension by Harry’s repetition, a proper boy thing to do. You thought to yourself before you spoke again, “Are you going to keep doing that?” you asked.
“No but only after I share this one last fact.” Harry makes his way around the bar with an extra pep in his step. You had a puzzled look on your face as you watched him. He was now standing in front of you, his hand moving to cup your chin.
“I really want to kiss you right now,” Harry says as he drags his thumb across your lips. Your eyes steady on his. You could feel the nerves coursing through his body to the tips of his finger that were firmly placed on your face. You knew those words had a weight to them and whatever happened next was going to come with consequences you’d deal with later. Harry’s lips met yours, slowly, the hesitation in his actions because he was aware of how this was going to change everything. Your lips locked once, twice, three times before you swiped your tongue in his mouth to deepen it. Harry’s body was leaning down to meet yours so you moved your arms from his sides to nudge him down on the couch next to you. You move your hands through his hair while Harry keeps his firmly placed on your sides - pressing and tapping as you continue to kiss. You stay like that, learning each other's bodies as you pull and tug and like clockwork you begin to move your body, lips never wavering from one another.
You want to stop time. You let yourself forget about everything around you. You wanted to go all in. You weren’t thinking about your job or his or the repercussions of your actions. You let yourself be in and enjoy the moment for what it was. Your bodies were moving against each other and you both knew just as much how you’d gladly keep going into more but you didn’t want to push it. You spent the rest of this night just enjoying one another’s company, your hands and mouths never too far from one another. You fell asleep like that, the rise and fall of Harry’s chest the soundtrack to your dreams that night.
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You woke up to the sounds of the city. Your last memory of the evening before drifting to sleep was the soft sounds of Harry’s breathing. The night before had ended with you and Harry on the couch in front of the TV, mindlessly watching whatever episodes of Friends. Your bodies never not touch, Harry’s arms intertwined with yours. You wish you could keep this moment, just like all the time that you spent in Italy - just the two of you - no worries about what was going on outside of this room.
You walked over to the ensuite bathroom. Harry had an extra toothbrush on the counter for you with a note.
Went for a quick run. Be back soon. Will you please stay and get breakfast with me? H x
A small smile crept on your lips. He was always so thoughtful. There was no way that you would allow yourself to get caught up in this… but breakfast sounded nice. So, you got yourself together, brushed your teeth, used whatever cleanser and moisturizer Harry had on the counter. And patiently waited for his return.
Harry was back in the room within an hour. He sent you a quick text letting you know he was around the corner and you could feel your heart rate elevating. This new territory that you were in was different. Your mind swirling with ideas of what it would be like once he came in. You were pacing around the room trying to figure out a spot to sit. Would sitting on the bed be too inviting? Should you turn the TV on? No. But wouldn’t it be weird to walk into complete silence? You can’t be standing around. Should you pretend you were just in the bathroom? Your mind was running with ideas on what and where would look the most natural when you heard the door begin to open.
Harry was shirtless. The Nike long sleeve tied around the band of his matching shorts. He was glistening, granted, it was definitely from sweat but it didn’t matter you wanted to run into his arms and close the gap between you.
“Hello,” you said, trying to play it cool like you weren’t just over analyzing the way you’d sit or stand upon his arrival.
“Hi,” he said, his voice low and barely above a whisper as he took steps to close the gap between you, “you’re wearing my sweater.”
You were wearing his sweater. You only had the clothes from the night before and needed something to change into. But if you were being honest with yourself - you loved the familiar scent that kept you company. You were suddenly growing shy over the fact that you decided to go without any pants. His sweater cut you off right at the middle of your thighs. There were many things swirling in your mind before he got back and as he continued towards you, his green eyes examining your body, fixating on your lips before meeting your gaze once more, that’s when you decided you were going to let yourself fall and deal with the consequences later.
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The days in New York were cut short. You had 48 hours of uninterrupted time with Harry -- no recording, no interviews, no photoshoots, just you and Harry in the city that never sleeps. Navigating your days was interesting. The day after the show you and Harry spent the morning lounging around the hotel. Harry went through the logistics of what going to dinner in the city would entail,
“So, we will get driven down together but you’ll just get out on your own in the front and then my driver will go around a few times before dropping me off in the back.”
You listened intently, trying to understand and not question anything. Harry picked up on your energy shift, “Sorry, I know it’s kind of weird, just want to have a nice meal and introduce you to some of my friends without all,” Harry gestured around the room.
There were so many aspects of his life that you knew were going to get used to and weren’t normal. From the moment you met him you knew that everything he did was meticulously planned because of the nature of who he was but having to actually deal with it in reality made you sad. You couldn’t just walk out of this hotel together and show up at a restaurant like any couple your age because the chances of someone taking a picture and posting it online or worse - a paparazzi seeing you and creating a narrative before you and Harry even set one yourselves.
“You don’t need to apologize to Harry,” you spoke up using the same advice he had constantly given you, “You’ve done nothing wrong, it’s just all very new to me so I’m trying to follow.” You said your eyes meeting Harry’s through the vanity mirror as he began to button his new Bode shirt that you picked out together earlier in the day.
You had spent a little of the afternoon shopping through Soho. You were accompanied by Jeff and Glenne. You and Glenne walked ahead of the two boys. It was your first taste of what being around Harry publicly would entail. Luckily, people were respectful and no one thought twice about the two girls a few yards ahead.
“You know, he really talks about you a lot.” Glenne whispered to me as we skimmed the racks of one of the many boutiques littered across the West Village.
“Really?” You were hesitant on going there before you had the chance to with Harry but you’d be lying to yourself if you weren’t insanely curious on what this all was.
Glenne nodded affirming your question while pulling out a baby blue mini dress, “Oh this will be perfect for dinner tonight, you have to try it on.” You took the dress from her, “I know the polite thing to do is not beg for more information but I’m going to need more information.” You needed to know what Glenne was talking about. It had only been a little over two months since you felt met — and only a few hours since you first crossed that line to something more. There’s no way he had already told Jeff and Glenne right?
Glenne turned around to face you. She looked around to make sure the boys were preoccupied before speaking, “This morning Harry came to our room and told Jeff about what happened. I’ve never seen him like that — his excitement and energy was like no other and it was like 7 in the morning.”
He told Jeff.
Glenne must’ve felt your demeanor change. She put her hand on your shoulder “You have nothing to worry about — he’s trying his best.” The excitement in her voice never wavered even when you were clearly in your head. There was a lot happening and you were trying your best to make sure you were making the right decisions even though the right decision was probably not the one that you were making now.
You’d deal with that later.
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Dinner that night went as planned. You got to the restaurant before Harry, you were sitting in the back private room with his New York crew, friends and girlfriends that you were meeting for the first time. Introducing yourself to the crowd of people was easier with Glenne on your side emphasizing that you were a friend of both of theirs. Once Harry arrived, you felt a little bit more at ease. Everyone mingled with him, celebrating the new album and the next few months. A lot of his friends hadn’t seen him since the last time he was on tour in New York and a lot had changed. Notably, a new girl ‘friend’ that was strategically seated next to him.
You spent most of dinner taking everything in.
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You were on your way to Manchester to spend the afternoon with Harry’s mom Anne and sister Gemma. Harry always spoke of them and you knew that the hometown show was going to be special. Harry could not stop talking about the first time he went to watch a United game. It was with his dad and sister, back when his parents were still together. It was a memory that he held onto when he was going through the divorce of his parents at a young age. Harry felt like London was “home” to him because it was the place he owned a home and spent the most time but “There is something about Manchester where I’m content there - I don’t have to worry about people. London is where I spent so much of my formative years and successes. However, Manchester nothing matters, I’m just Harry, it's truly where I’m at peace.”
You flew into Heathrow and took the train up to Manchester to spend the day with Anne and Gemma. You went the entire day without being nervous until you were in the car on the way to Anne’s house. Not only was it going to be one of the most important parts of your story, a tiny piece of you wondered if Harry confided in either one of them about you. He was super close with his family and it was something that was at the forefront of your mind as you got closer to Anne’s.
When you thanked your driver and heard the front door of the house open just as you were hoping out of your car you were greeted with Anne who had the biggest smile on her face. Harry resembled her so much — this was your first time seeing her and her big eyes and wide smile was Harry to a tee. She embraced you in a warm hug telling you how excited she is for this but it was her last sentence before she guided the both of you to the front door that told you everything you needed to know.
“Harry’s going to kill me for this but he hasn’t stopped telling us all these great things about you, I’m happy to put a face to a name.”
“Mommmm.”
There he was, Harry stood in the entryway of the house with a cheeky grin plastered on his face. You tried your best to tone down the excitement as all the nerves you built completely disappeared. He was in tiny black athletic shorts and a sweater that looked a tad too familiar for it not to have been stolen out of your suitcase in New York.
Harry’s mothers house instantly felt homey. It was a big space but not too big, pictures of their various close and extended families and friends on all the walls. There were 4 bedrooms — one for each of the kids — even after 12 years of neither of them living there she still made sure there was room for them on holidays or emergencies. It wasn’t until she showed you her backyard the greenery almost took your breath away.
“Wow, it’s so peaceful out here.” You were almost at a loss for words for the size and beauty of the garden.
“That’s very sweet. It’s been my sanctuary that helps get my mind off things.” Anne replied. You could feel how lifted she was in this space, her happiness was almost contagious. Just as she began showing you around telling you about the different plants, herbs and vegetables she was growing the doorbell interrupted you. “Oh, that must be Gem. I’ll get it.” Harry said before disappearing back into the house.
This is for the profile:
We were sat in Harry’s mothers garden accompanied by the two most important women in his life, his mother Anne and sister Gemma. If you ever find yourself in conversation with Harry there is a high likelihood that he’ll mention either of these women. And it was important to him to have them as a part of this piece.
“Harry has always been itching to be the center of attention, probably from being the younger sibling. He was very much a showman,his first school play always comes to mind. He was so nervous beforehand but once he got on that stage he was shining.” Gemma, who is three years older than Harry speaks highly of her younger brother, “You learn to sort of deal with the level of fame that now your baby brother is no longer just yours - you have to share him the good and bad with the whole world.”
“People don’t realize that when he left for the show (X-Factor) he was only 16. None of us could’ve imagined it would turn into all of this 12 years later. We were all experiencing all this for the first time with him. There’s no road map to this kind of success and how it affects the individual and their family. We’re lucky that we’ve always had our unit.” Anne explains.
Spending the afternoon with the Styles-Twist family you can immediately see just how close they are. They go long stretches of time without seeing one another but you would never suspect it when you’re with them.
“We have a fairly active group chat which is nice especially when I’m on the road. I keep them updated on the new places I visit and things that remind me of them. My mum and sister also make it a point to come visit me throughout the tour as well. And when I’m home, I’m home. I kind of let everything else go and be as present as possible.”
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You excused yourself to the bathroom. You had been talking for over an hour and had two cups of tea in that time period. You follow the directions down the hall and to the left. You take in the space around you it’s like an archive of all these small and big family moments — Gemma’s graduation from University, Harry getting ready for some sort of award show with his mom making him take pictures in the kitchen like it was his senior prom, photobooth scraps of all the cousins, a picture of Harry with someone’s baby cradled in his lap. All these pictures told the same story. At the end of all the fanfare and accolades Harry is just a boy from Northern England who loves his family and wants to do as much good as he can with the privileges he has been given.
You were washing your hands in the sink when you heard a light knock on the door. You turned off the water and began to dry your hands before a second round of knocks startled you.
“Sorry, just a minute.” You say give yourself a moment to finish drying your hands before opening the door and letting the next person in. As you grabbed the handle on the bathroom door to open it the person on the other side was barging in, “Sorry I’m-“ you were a bit startled until you realized who it was.
“Harry, what are you?” You weren’t able to finish your sentence before his mouth crashed into yours.
“Do you know how long I’ve been waiting to do that? Harry says his hands moving from down your face to the sides of your body before stopping right af your hips. “I’ve missed you so much”
You laugh a bit at his confession, “It’s only been a few days since I’ve last seen you.” You 're definitely playing it a bit too cool, you missed him too. You were now leaning on the bathroom sink as Harry stood parallel to you. You loved the proximity you were to one another but hated how much everything was spinning in your head. You looked up at him — now realizing the comparison to his mischievous smile was warranted that Cheshire cat grin as his lips met yours deepening the kiss. You moved your hands from your sides just as he did.
“S’been absolute torture not being able to do this,” Harry said between kisses. You were definitely doing a better job about keeping composure. His hands were everywhere and as much as you wanted to feel just how much he missed you it seemed like you were the only one aware of the fact that you were still in his mothers house where both his mom and sister were down the hall. But you couldn’t resist the way he began moving his hands up your legs and his mouth began to kiss down your neck. All you’ve done over the last couple of days is exactly this — hands and mouths moving over each other's bodies but never more. And you were certainly not going to do more in this situation.
“Harry, we can’t,”
“Shhhh,” he put his pointer finger to your lips as he continued kissing and sucking on your neck. He was definitely going to leave a mark. And as much as the feeling of Harry’s mouth on any part of your body drove you crazy and you wanted to keep this feeling going you knew you couldn’t let this go further.
And because life had a way of pulling cruel jokes on you you heard the sound of someone walking up the steps, luckily, so did Harry.
“Shit.” He said double checking to see if the door was closed. “I told them I’d just make sure you found the bathroom.”
“Great cover story, they probably think we’re teenagers incapable of keeping our hands to ourselves.” You said, rolling your eyes.
“I mean… if they’re already thinking about it?” Harry had a glimmer in his eye, you just shook your head at him. You weren’t actually upset, you just wanted to make a good first impression on his family and sneaking away to the bathroom was not what you wanted, especially when you’re here to do a job.
“Harry.” You said again firmly just as three knocks came from the other side of the door.
Shit.
Both of you were wide eyed as you tried to silently come up with a game plan on what to do. Were you going to pretend like you were just in here alone? They definitely heard you.
Harry took control, clearing his throat. “Gimme a minute.”
“Alrighty, the kettle is on and Mum brought some sweets out when you all are ready.” Gemma spoke up from the other side of the door.
“Okay!” You both spoke in unison. You playfully nudged him back. The mischievous glimmer in Harry’s eyes never wavering “Well you just blew our cover with that,” Harry slowly began to laugh, the crinkles in his eyes as his shoulders moved up to his ears.
“Come off it, Mr. I Wanted To Make Sure She Found The Bathroom,” you couldn’t help but begin to break yourself, “So are we going to walk out of here together or should we do it one by one?”
“You go first, I need to sort myself out.” Harry spoke. You looked down at him — fully aware of what he meant. You gave him one last kiss before heading back towards the dining room where all the sweets and snacks were laid out.
“Oh, you didn’t have to do all this for me!” You said to Anne who was still setting the table up with food.
“I wanted to. You’ve been so lovely to us all,” Anne said as you took a seat next to Gemma, trying your hardest to not make anything more weird than it had to be. And like she could read your mind she leaned over and whispered, “It’s the early stages of something, I get it. I’m just grateful I didn’t actually see anything going on behind that door.” She spoke dryly.
“I promise there was nothing salacious…”
She cut you off, “It’s alright, I mean it.”
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Harry Styles and Mystery Woman cozy up for late lunch in Tribeca. Eagle eyed fans have known for months.
You felt your stomach drop, the room was smaller and you couldn’t focus on anything else. Harry was going on and on about the rest of his plans for the following weeks. You were in his house, holy fuck you were in his house. Your eyes scan around the room. You wondered if he knew and got some sort of heads up. Were they outside waiting for you to walk out so they could get their money shot? Your head was spinning with scenarios trying to land on one that made sense when Harry’s phone that was left on the couch next to you started ringing. He hustled around the kitchen island before reaching over and grabbing his phone.
“For fucks sake, I told them I’d be busy all morning - so sorry I have to take this it’s Jeffrey,” Harry’s face was apologetic and warm. You were living in a cocoon. The only people aware of your circumstances were you two. And now, that phone call was going to change everything. You braced yourself for impact.
Harry was doing a lot of ‘yeah’ and ‘alright s’ on the phone. A sense of calm that you were expecting to wash over you. Harry didn’t look over to you at any point of the conversation until he said, “she’s here” and began to walk into the back garden. Out of habit? To discuss details they couldn’t have you knowing? Was whoever was on the phone going to say this was something you wanted? No, don’t go there, you told yourself before mentally stepping back.
“There’s a picture of us at lunch from New York a few weeks back…” Harry’s eyes are fixed to his feet his head is down when explaining
“What’s the”
He cut you off before you could finish your sentence already anticipating your first question by his answer, “S’just us at lunch. Nothing out of the ordinary or what I wouldn’t do with literally anyone else.”
You just let him vent. He was upset and you knew somewhere inside of you that it would get handled and you hoped you would be fine so you just listened, “I hate that everything around me gets taken and spit out to the wolves. I’ve done everything right. I’ve put parameters in place, have to think of every possible scenario when going out and still they find me out before I’m ready it’s so fucking frustrating.”
You were stunned, “Harry…”
“Did you tell anyone about us?” He asked flatly, first time that his eyes weren’t fixated on the floor but on you.
“No?” You replied immediately leaving no room for hesitation.
“I won’t be upset that you did, I just need to know for handling this stuff,”
“I didn’t tell anyone.” You said again firmly. He believed you this time. Needing the reassurance of the double confirmation. You couldn’t blame him. You wouldn’t wish any of this on your worst enemy.His phone rang again, interrupting your moments of peace. Harry picked it up and headed back outside.
You continued to stare at your phone reading the headline over and over again. You had the foresight of privating all your social media when you first got your job. Being a journalist in the music industry was hard enough. You knew how nasty people were when they could hide behind a screen and anonymity on the internet. It didn’t mean you lost all your curiosity. You slowly scrolled, against your better judgment reading every single line of the article. Basic information of your name, age and what you did for work. You saw the comment feature at the bottom of the screen. Your thumb hovering over the speech bubble that would open dozens of comments from strangers.
“Do you have everything you need for a day away?” Harry’s voice echoed in the house. You completely missed what you were doing as you jumped a little in your seat, “Sorry didn’t mean to scare you,”
“Where are we going? Don’t you have a show tomorrow?” You had all your things with you. They had paid for a hotel room for you but since you left Harry’s mom’s in Cheshire you’d be staying with him.
“We’re going to Oxfordshire.” Harry was frantically looking around the house picking things up and setting them on the kitchen island.
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It started with my first messy public break up. I didn’t want anyone to know where I was for the first few days and was holed up in my original flat. The breakup itself wasn't even the hard part; but once it hit the press and I wasn’t in control anymore it was unbearable. So, after the hundredth phone call to my Mum she suggested that I get out of London for a bit. I talked with management and sorted the 48 hours alone by myself and it was the most peaceful relaxing time. Since then it’s been a place to go when things get a bit much and I just want to relax without having to worry about being too far from home. Sometimes I’ll bring company and sometimes I’ll just go alone. It’s nice for those in between times of the tour and being back home in London. A few days away can do you really good.
Harry was being very open and honest with you almost immediately. Your conversation was jumping around from Coachella, the album making process. You were mesmerized by him and how grounded and put together he was for someone who had so much fame at such a young age. The conversation you had must’ve been weighing on Harry’s mind all day, a moment of accidentally revealing too much about yourself and wishing you could take it all back which he did. Later that day when you were gathering all your things to leave he stopped you. His eyes were soft, his demeanor completely shifting, shy, distracted, guarded? You couldn’t put your finger on it.
“Uh, all that stuff about escaping the city? Is it okay if you don’t use any of that?”
“Oh yes, no problem.” You were used to managers coming back to tell you this after reading the first draft you had never seen the artist do themselves minutes after the interview was over.
“It’s just that… I am really comfortable talking to you and I…” he was looking for the words to finish his thoughts, maybe find something to comfort you for this pseudo rejection, “I’d like to keep that between us.”
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Netflix, something just reminded me that Spinning Out got cancelled. I am in your walls.
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like if you save pls<3
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