I didn’t post for like 362903 years but I am back at it again with my baby Harry.

When you discover that these two:

Were married in Love Actually

is that more or less shocking than the fact that these two

were married in real life?

You just made my post 200% better.

Wait for it, because in real life:

Cheated on:

With:

Shooting That last movie must have been really awkward

oooooooooogurl

Me, listening to all of this Goddamned tea spilling:

Wait what

My life has been changed.

depression tips™

mood board: harley quinn

“ What was that? I should kill everyone and escape? Sorry, it’s the voices. Ahaha, I’m kidding! That’s not what they really said. “

Puberty hit Harry like a wrecking ball.

😍 holy fuck yes it did!

Me when my family starts making fun of the bands I like

Zayn with blue eyes 💙

holy shit. holy shit. holy fucking shit 😍

I will never get over this

this is life 🇨🇮

damn Harry 😍

dad Harold

this is life 😍

DAMN I remember this photoshoot KILLED me

😍😫😍😫😍😫

CEO

Word count:1,794

Haven’t posted anything in a whilst. Sorry. This is pretty garbage too so sorry for that as well. But if by some miracle you guys like it, I might continue it.

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I reached down to pick up his books. In complete honesty his books spend more time on the floor then they ever do in his hand. Not because he’s clumsy or anything like that but the idiots on the football team always seem to pick on him.

“Hey, (Y/N) why don’t you stop helping the loser and come help me?” I rolled my eyes at his sleazy innuendo.

“How about one of your team mates help you, ass.” I spoke whilst putting some papers back into his folders. The football idiots had finally gotten bored and left. I looked up to see Harry grabbing some of his papers. I extended my arm, handing him his folder and a calculus textbook.

“I’m taking calculus too. My names (Y/N) by the way.” I gave him a smile. We both stood up simultaneously.

“I know. My name is Harry.” He spoke with the cutest English accent. His hair was slicked back with way too much hair gel. His glasses were about 40 percent of his face. He wore a tan vest over a same color button up. His khakis were pulled up a little too high. I still found him quite cute. Vest and all.

“Well I’ll see you around, Harry.” I smiled and waved as I walked away from the boy. I saw him smile at me before I turned away.

That was the last time I saw Harry. I moved away a couple days after that. I never got to get to know him. That was our first and last encounter. This was all of course in high school. The beginning of senior year.

Today I moved from California to New York. It was a long ass flight and I was exhausted. I moved here to go to school. I graduated high school about four years ago at the top of my class, I went to Berkley for four years and got my bachelors of science, majoring in science and minoring in business. I’ve been accepted to Cornell University for medical school. I’ve been accepted for next year so whilst I wait I’ll be living in the city in this cute little loft apartment my parents rented out for me. They’ll be paying my rent and I’ll be working to cover utilities and all that jazz. Thing is I have no idea where I can apply for a job. Oh and not only do I have chronic tachycardia but I have blinding anxiety, so I have no idea how I’ll be walking around this city. Bumping into everyone, all the loud noises, the crowds. Its so overwhelming I could cry right now. I tried to stop myself from thinking so much into it as I was in the elevator with two of the movers.

The elevator finally binged and the doors just smoothly slid open. I walked through the hallway with the movers right behind me. Taking the key from my pocket, I smoothed the key into the keyhole and unlocked the door, opening the door wide open so the movers could walk in with the boxes. I scanned the big living room, formulating different kinds of ways I could design the empty space.

After the long day of bringing in boxes and unpacking some I decided it’d be best to just make myself a nice hot cup of green tea. I filled my teapot with water, placing the teapot on the flame from my stove. I let it boil for a whilst. I grabbed one of the vinyls from my record collection and placed it on the record player, which was now residing on the floor next to an outlet in my room. Arctic Monkeys soon filled the whole apartment. I went back into the kitchen. I grabbed the teapot from the stove, filling one of my mugs with the steaming hot water. I placed a teabag inside the water and let it sink. I tied my hair up in a half ponytail bun.

I started drinking my tea but soon got too tired to even hold up my mug. I brushed my teeth and I almost ran toward my bed. Seeking warmth I buried myself into my pillow and let the comforter of my bed swallow me. It’s freezing in New York.

I woke up and looked around my room. Seeing the mountains of boxes. I sighed. I really couldn’t deal with this right now. I have to go out and find a job. Whilst i get up, I get a text message from my mom. ‘Hope everything is going well. Best wishes.’ Wow she’s so dry. I look through a couple boxes before I find a decent outfit. I try to shower as quickly as possible and get dressed. I grabbed my make up bag from the box labeled makeup. I apply my foundation then concealer and then some translucent powder. I applied some bronzer under my cheekbones then some blush on my cheeks and highlight on the apples of my cheeks as well. I did a subtle smokey eye, I put on some liquid lipstick and boom. I grabbed my bag that had my phone and wallet inside. Then grabbing the stacks of resumes and leaving the apartment. I locked the door.

Walking around the city this whole day I came to the conclusion, New York is beautiful. The architecture, the ambient. The city is alive and the people in it are as well. I’ve been to about 4 job interviews, they were all really bad. Theres always someone more qualified than I am. Finally i get to HES co. The last stop of the day. I walk into the tall building. It was gorgeous inside. Black marble floor and white statues. The walls were all painted white with these beautiful and modern paintings. I walk up to the front desk. The front desk was almost completely silver.

“I’m here for the job opening.” I spoke softly to the man on the other side of the desk. He looked up and smiled at me.

“Go up to the 15th floor and ask for Mr. Styles.” I nodded. That name ringing the slightest of bells, but of course I don’t give it much thought cause I’m an idiot. I walked into the elevator and pressed the button to go up to the 15th floor. When the door opened the floor was now an off white marble floor with beautiful black design and the walls again were white.

“I’m looking for Mr. Styles for the job opening.” The girl at the front desk barely looked at me.

“Through those door.” She nodded with her head to the direction of these really big double doors that were painted black… (like my soul) I walked toward the doors and knocked lightly.

“Come on in.” I heard a deep voice speak from the other side of the door. I opened one of the doors and walked in quickly. I closed the door behind me, whilst turning I lost my balance but soon recovered it. I heard a chuckle then I looked up. A beautiful man was sitting on big leather chair on the other side of the desk in the middle of the room. His hair a bit past his shoulder, falling in curls all around his well structured face. His lips were so pink they look as if he used lipstick. His eyes are greener than tree leaves. He seemed just about the same age as me.

“Hello, sir.” I spoke as I stood in front this man. He shook his head and laughed.

“No need for all the formalities. Please sit down.” His eyes were so damn familiar but I mean how many other people could have green eyes. I sat down and handed him my resume. He looked over it and a smile spread on his face.

“(Y/F/N) I knew you looked so familiar. Of course you look even more beautiful now than ever which I didn’t think possible.” I was so confused. Am I supposed to know who this man is? He chuckled, I’m guessing at my face of complete confusion.

“You’ve no idea who I am do you? I mean I’ve changed quite a bit but I didn’t think I was completely unrecognizable.” His British accent thick. I shook my head.

“I’m so sorry. I really don’t know who you are.” I felt like a terrible person.

“I’m Harry. Harry Styles. Remember from high school?” He questioned now with both his elbows on the desk in front of him, both of his hands clasped together covering his lips. As if he was expecting me to remember. When he noticed that his name did not spark any form of memory he grabbed his hair and pulled it back. No fucking way. It couldn’t be the same Harry from high school. I was shocked and my face must’ve reflected that same emotion cause he just smiled.

“B-but. How.. I..” I couldn’t structure a coherent sentence for the life of me. He laughed.

“Yeah ditched the sweater vests and the hair gel in high school. My father died and so I inherited this nice business after I graduated college. How are you doing? How is your life?” He questioned with intrigue obvious on in his face.

“I um I graduated college last month, majoring in biology. Now I’m just looking for a job before I start med school at Cornell.” He was nodding along just full on staring at me.

“Oh yeah. Sorry I forgot this was a job interview. well…” He looked down at my resume and looked back up at me. “The job is all yours. You’re obviously qualified and the job is my assistant so I’d rather have you then the other old hags that came for the job.” I smiled.

“Really?” I was little too excited. Not only because I got a job on the first day of trying but because I would work for this beautiful man. I stood up from my seat.

“Thank you so much, Mr. Styles.” I shook his hand. Again he chuckled.

“Please call me Harry.” He looked into my eyes and smiled his dazzling smile at me. I nodded quickly.

“I’m sorry.” I took back my hand as we were now just holding hands. “So.. um when do I start?” I questioned.

“Tomorrow. You can start tomorrow.” He spoke. “We’ll have fun.” His grin was simply adorable. I nodded at him, not really knowing what else to do. I started walking away. When I got to the door I turned back.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, si.. Harry.” I corrected myself and walked out of the room before I made bigger fool of myself and made him regret his decision.

please please please continue! so good!

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