Layla French has come a long way from the woman she once was. Life, in fact, couldn’t be much better - she has the job of her dreams, her relationship with the love of her life is going from strength to strength, and she has a group of friends who are like the family she never had. But, when someone from her past makes an unexpected appearance, she finds herself not knowing who she can and can’t trust.
❗Warning: There is a major character death in this book.❗
Watching Layla give birth was one of the hardest but most incredible things I’d ever experienced. I could only hold her hand and give her words of encouragement through every contraction, and watch in awe of how amazing and strong she was despite being thoroughly exhausted and in pain. And just when I didn’t think I could love her any more; pink, wriggling, and screaming the place down, our daughter came into the world and our lives were changed forever. Layla and I would always be linked by her, by our Rhiannon, and by the overwhelming, unconditional love we felt for her.
Both of us held our breaths while they made sure the baby was alright due to her slightly early arrival, then we cried openly as she was placed in Layla’s arms and we set eyes on her for the first time.
“Hello, flower,” Layla had said, taking a tiny hand in hers. “I’m your mummy,” she then looked up at me with a beaming, watery smile, “and this is your daddy.”
I loved them both so much that it almost knocked me off my feet.
“Yeah, I mean…sure.” Harry didn’t bother glancing up from where he was bent over, pulling on his suede boots. He suspected she probably would, the next time she was bored and they both happened to be in town.
“This was fun.”
“Yeah.” He tried to inject some enthusiasm into his responses, but that’s all he had been doing lately and it was still way too early.
I am so so sooo excited to bring you this story! I’ve been working very hard on it, started it back in 2020 and it started off as just a oneshot but then it definitely outgrow itself haha! Didn’t want to start posting until I knew I would actually finish it and then it got a little lengthy, but that just means more stuff to read! Hope you’ll love this story as much as I do, it has a special place in my heart. 🖤
Pairing: Harry x OC (Annalise Lloyd)
What it’s about: Harry didn’t have high expectations for New Year’s Eve, just a chill night with his old pals at a pub his friend owns, sipping on beer as he enters the new year. But when he meets Annalise at the buffet table, they immediately bond over peas and fries, spending the last few hours of the year getting to know each other. They even share a passionate New Year’s kiss and Harry is certain he wants to see her again, but she has other plans. Annalise flees without leaving her phone number or even telling Harry her last name, leaving him to agonize about the possible reasons why she didn’t want to see him again despite the wonderful time they shared. Harry thinks she’ll be his biggest mystery until the end of time, but one day, on a casual trip to a grocery store, he meets her again and he finally finds out why she was so keen on disappearing without a trace and reality doesn’t match any of his theories…
CHAPTERS
Part I.- coming on 16th of january!
Part II.- coming on 23rd of january!
Part III.- coming on 30th of january!
Part IV. - coming on 6th of february!
Part V. - coming on 13th of february!
Please like and reblog the chapters if you are enjoying the story! 🥰
A/N: hiiii! this is the last one before the epilogue and a key part that ive been dying to share for so long! i’ll wait to get sappy until the next update but im truly so grateful for everyone that reads/engages with this little fictional world ive created! huge thank you to anna for encouraging me throughout this entire process @for-fucks-sake-h 💘 id love to know your thoughts! enjoyyyyy x
hi guys, so now that i’ve tested positive for covid-19 i obviously can’t go into work which means that i have no source of income for the next two weeks at the very least. unfortunately, bills and grocery shopping won’t pause for that, so if anyone has even just a dollar or a reblog to spare u have no idea how much it would mean to me 🥺 here’s my ko-fi/ paypal
hi i just paid off what was left of my tuition for this year (the due date was jan 10th so i couldn’t put it off any longer) and it ended up costing me more than what i’ve received in donations. in other words, i’m back at square one 😔 i’m sorry, i know this is probably super annoying but if anyone could afford to spare an extra dollar or even just a reblog i would appreciate the hell out of you 💕
Thank you @oh-honey-styles for another super fun tag to bring this crazy weird year to an end with some happiness and creativity! Our brains and our souls need it. ✨
summary: a story about spending the holidays in your hometown, reuniting with your childhood crush and timing not always being on your side.
a/n: this grew from not being able to stop listening to tis the damn season and thinking about normal people. so of course i had to *try* to make my own version of this. hope you enjoy!
Layla French has come a long way from the woman she once was. Life, in fact, couldn’t be much better - she has the job of her dreams, her relationship with the love of her life is going from strength to strength, and she has a group of friends who are like the family she never had. But, when someone from her past makes an unexpected appearance, she finds herself not knowing who she can and can’t trust.
Soundtrack:The Mamas & The Papas - Dream A Little Dream Of Me
Chapter 40 - Dream A Little Of Me
Harry and I rushed back to the hotel - both out of a need to get out of the cold, and so we could be alone. Walking through the empty hotel lobby, we smiled at the night staff behind the desk and headed straight to the lift.
Standing side by side as the doors closed, I wanted to pounce on him. I wanted to sink my fingers into his hair and feel him pulling me tight against his hard body while our tongues danced and mingled together. But, as I glanced up at the bug-eye shaped camera above us, all I could do was reach for his hand, and link our cold fingers together as we both tried to keep the desire to rip each other’s clothes off at bay with steady breaths.
“This might be the slowest lift known to man,” I grumbled, watching the numbers up to our floor crawl past at a snail’s pace. There were only seven levels, but it seemed like we were being winched up to the top of The Shard by hand in a wicker basket.
Harry did not help matters by leaning over to press a single kiss to my jaw, and muttered in a voice that promised the wait would be worth it, “Patience, James, patience.”
here’s a disclaimer: this is not an ideal “angsty but everything is secretly perfect” situation. this shit is heart wrenching and not completely healthy (maybe?) and that’s fucking okay. not everything is perfect–life is not perfect, relationships are not perfect, people are not perfect. i write real people, real situations (this one, i’ve been in personally) and if you don’t like, don’t read it.
I have already read this masterpiece like three times (always love a good cry 😭) and I love it every time more! It felt so realistic and true, aand I laughed so hard when you said she was listening to Folklore, that was Taylor saying “I get it woman” for the common hurt they got from Harry 👏🏻😂
Can’t wait for the next part of In My Feelings! And hope you have a nice time during the holidays, I will wait patiently for the update…maybe 😅
Summary: After reader sees Harry’s new movie, she is visited by Lana who tells her that Harry has a request to make about his unreleased album. And days later, Harry calls reader to make another request that just might change their relationship.
Don’t be shy to leave a like, comment, reblog, ask, private message, any type of interaction about what you thought! I love responding to asks and interacting with my readers. Feedback, theories, questions, and comments are always great to read! I enjoy hearing from you guys, I appreciate it! It’s a motivator!!! And fanart is always welcome (:
And a reminder that the Only Angel taglist is always open! (:
Warning: language, mentions of war & death
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***July 8, 1978***
You and Billy walked hand in hand down a sidewalk, passing by a Dunkirk poster.
It had been days after the movie’s release, as much as you wanted to see it the first night it came out. But for days, there had been lines and lines of fans specifically there just to watch Mr. Styles act in a movie about World War 2. Every show had been sold out.
But for once, during the early afternoon, there had been no line.
“Two tickets for Dunkirk,” Billy spoke to the ticket vendor, sliding cash across the counter in exchange for tickets.
“Dunkirk, or Harry Styles?” the girl retorted, rolling her eyes as she slid the tickets to Billy.
Her question made you chuckle. The annoyance in her voice hinting that the majority of moviegoers were there for in fact Harry Styles, not Dunkirk.
And if you were to answer the question truthfully, it would be the same as any other girl in that movie theater.
Summary: Harry is continuing to learn to move on without reader in his life, but still intends to find ways to bring parts of him back into reader’s life - through a new album and a new movie release.
Note: grammar and spelling errors. MERRY CHRISTMAS AND HAPPY HOLIDAYS!!! IM SO SORRY I KINDA WENT MIA… but i am back (: here is a short chapter that is kinda lame….. oopsies sorry… BUT i will be posting part 31 tomorrow and starting in part 31 and continuing, things will start to pick up MAJORLY in this story (((; lots of tea to happen with harry and reader…
Don’t be shy to leave a like, comment, reblog, ask, private message, any type of interaction about what you thought! I love responding to asks and interacting with my readers. Feedback, theories, questions, and comments are always great to read! I enjoy hearing from you guys, I appreciate it! It’s a motivator!!! And fanart is always welcome (:
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Warning: language
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***August 12, 1977***
Harry spent weeks perfecting his first song of his third album, alongside keeping up with his acting for Dunkirk.
Whenever Harry had free time, he was in the studio. Recording. Harry had never spent so much thought and effort into one single song.
Layla French has come a long way from the woman she once was. Life, in fact, couldn’t be much better - she has the job of her dreams, her relationship with the love of her life is going from strength to strength, and she has a group of friends who are like the family she never had. But, when someone from her past makes an unexpected appearance, she finds herself not knowing who she can and can’t trust.
Soundtrack:Shanks & Bigfoot - Sweet Like Chocolate
Chapter 33 - Sweet Like Chocolate
Waking up yet again with a sore head, a dry mouth, and ringing ears, I wasn’t sure how I was going to last another two days. If nothing else, partying in Ibiza had confirmed what I’d kind of suspected: I was too old for hangovers.
Layla French has come a long way from the woman she once was. Life, in fact, couldn’t be much better - she has the job of her dreams, her relationship with the love of her life is going from strength to strength, and she has a group of friends who are like the family she never had. But, when someone from her past makes an unexpected appearance, she finds herself not knowing who she can and can’t trust.
On what would have been Will and Terry’s first wedding anniversary, Rose, Dee, and I made a point of going to see him. Armed with alcohol, takeaway, and lots of sweet treats, the three of us barged our way into his house with the intent to do whatever it took to get him through the day.
We weren’t the only ones who’d wanted to make sure he was okay.
Layla French has come a long way from the woman she once was. Life, in fact, couldn’t be much better - she has the job of her dreams, her relationship with the love of her life is going from strength to strength, and she has a group of friends who are like the family she never had. But, when someone from her past makes an unexpected appearance, she finds herself not knowing who she can and can’t trust.
The fight with Bianca hung heavy on my heart, she’d sent me a message apologising for how harsh she’d been, and for what she’d said about Harry, but the words had still cut deep. I didn’t blame her for feeling the way she did, I understood it perfectly, but I’d allowed myself to hope that she held no resentment for my decision, and it hurt my soul to know all the worries I’d had were true. I could only hope that we would be able to move past it when she was ready because I wasn’t sure I could cope with losing her again.
Oh to spend Christmas holidays (or any time he's got days off tbh) with H. I'll cook you some sizzled sprouts with pistachios & pomegranate, baby. Then we can cuddle, and I might suck you off. You can surely give back by putting all that WS talk into action, you know? Ugh, the dream.
Could you do a blogmas piece around Alfie and Ellie like maybe a year forward from the miscarriage and maybe they have a baby now and are talking to their baby about the one they lost xx
Answer:
Hello, hi!
Welcome to Blogmas 2020.
Many more blurbs, many more chats and a lot more festivities to come; my inbox willbe open all through December this year for blurb prompts for Blogmas so don’t feel afraid to pop in a prompt to get written for tis year; all I can say is that if you’re asking for a lengthy prompt, I’m not the right person right now, haha.
I’m welcoming absolutely anything for this year; any AU, any characters, any ideas.
Reblog, like, comment and share your thoughts with me. Please let me know what you think because feedback is always appreciated on here; much more appreciated now given that I’ve not written a lot in a long while. Please let me know what you think.
Layla French has come a long way from the woman she once was. Life, in fact, couldn’t be much better - she has the job of her dreams, her relationship with the love of her life is going from strength to strength, and she has a group of friends who are like the family she never had. But, when someone from her past makes an unexpected appearance, she finds herself not knowing who she can and can’t trust.
Ibiza; the white isle, the clubbing capital of the world, my spiritual home, and the destination for Rose and Dee’s week-long hen party (as well as my birthday, but I wasn’t overly excited about turning yet another year older.). Landing at Aeroport d’Eivissa, Rose and I looked at each other from our seats on either side of the aisle and grinned - we were home.
Set on a vacation in Malibu, Harry wants to get Lydia — his coworker and long-term crush of two years — to fall in love with him. Y/n is his best friend and the most important part of the plan, she just doesn’t know it yet.
* Angst, angst, angst, and more angst. Angst from beginning to end. Some implied smut.
What a coldhearted, cruel, bitter lie Harry should get himself out before it’s too late, but she doesn’t give him the chance to. Because now that he asked, she looks like she had been waiting for this question all her life, and he can’t bring himself to upset her like he knows he would if he were to tell her the truth.
Her eyes are brighter now, more than he’s ever seen them before, like he had just sparked something set so deep inside of her that it had burnt out many years ago, long forgotten. And she’s got this smile on her face that feels so genuine and real — like this one question truly meant everything to her — that he doesn’t want to take away.
He really, really doesn’t, but he knows he should.
He’s single-handedly destroying their friendship by not telling her the truth, but how could he possibly say it when he can already see the devastated look she’ll have on her face — that same look that keeps him restless on her worst nights, the same look that makes his throat tighten, the same look that breaks his heart every time he sees it — if he does?
He wouldn’t have asked her in the first place if he had known her feelings for him because she’s the last person he ever wants to hurt or betray, but he had no idea that she liked him — possibly even loved him — until he asked the one question he can’t find the heart to take back.
“You’re asking me out?” Y/n questions through a small grin, her eyes meeting the coffee mug that’s held between her now trembling hands.
A/N: hiiii! surprise! after a much needed few weeks off! here is part nine of sofia & harry’s story! this chapter shows some growth and im really excited to hear your thoughts! as always a huge thank you to anna, @for-fucks-sake-h without you this story would not be what it is <3 hope you all enjoy x
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