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I think a new boy band is the only thing that can heal the world.

Oh man, RIP Liam, forever young🕊

Wtf….Liam Payne died??

12 YEARS OF ONE DIRECTION

kicking my feet looking at these pics

Can we please appreciate the effort it takes to cut and paste 350 Shrek faces? I'm honestly impressed

So my sister’s out for the day and my sister’s room is completely covered in One Direction posters

So I thought “why not cut out 350 shrek faces

aND MAKE EVERYTHING SHREK”

I PRESENT TO YOU

ONE DIR”SHREK”TION

350 shrek faces

No face left uncovered

Now we wait

Dream Write Down #1

Today I had a dream I was at my college campus, however there was so many doors and a bunch of different looking bathrooms. Then I transported to the SNL set where I saw Harry Styles dressed like an angel, with a pair of wings, a long brown wig, and a white robe.

i will be grieving the boy who was apart of something great. who was apart of something that consumed my whole heart at the age of 8. that boy will be truly missed not the man who he became.

I was worried that they really weren’t together anymore and weren’t talking and then I heard this song and realized this was a

love confession

I went to Amsterdam without you

And all I could do was think about you

And, oh, I should've known

I went to Tokyo to let it go

Drink after drink but I still felt alone

I should've known

I went to so many places

Looking for you in the faces

I could feel it

Oh, I could feel it

I'm wasting my time when it was always you, always you

Chasing the high but it was always you, always you

Should've never let you go, oh-oh

Should've never let you go, my baby

Go, oh-oh, oh-oh-oh

I went from LAX to Heathrow

Walk through my door but it felt nothing like home

'Cause you're not home

Waiting to wrap your legs around me

And I know you hate to smoke without me and, oh

Now you know

I'm wasting my time when it was always you, always you

Chasing the high but it was always you, always you

Should've never let you go, oh-oh

Should've never let you go, my baby

Go, oh-oh, oh-oh-oh

Should've never let you go, oh-oh

Should've never let you go, my baby

Go, oh-oh, oh-oh-oh

I went to so many places

Looking for you in the faces

I could feel it

Oh, I could feel it

Wasting my time when it was always you, always you

I was chasing the high but it was always you, always you

Should've never let you go, oh-oh

Should've never let you go, my baby

Go, oh-oh, oh-oh-oh

Should've never let you go, oh-oh

Should've never let you go, my baby

Go, oh-oh, oh-oh-oh

My baby

Oh, my baby

I went to Amsterdam without you

And all I could do was think about you

And, oh, I should've known

I went to Tokyo to let it go

Drink after drink but I still felt alone

I should've known

I went to so many places

Looking for you in the faces

I could feel it

Oh, I could feel it

I'm wasting my time when it was always you, always you

Chasing the high but it was always you, always you

Should've never let you go, oh-oh

Should've never let you go, my baby

Go, oh-oh, oh-oh-oh

I went from LAX to Heathrow

Walk through my door but it felt nothing like home

'Cause you're not home

Waiting to wrap your legs around me

And I know you hate to smoke without me and, oh

Now you know

I'm wasting my time when it was always you, always you

Chasing the high but it was always you, always you

Should've never let you go, oh-oh

Should've never let you go, my baby

Go, oh-oh, oh-oh-oh

Should've never let you go, oh-oh

Should've never let you go, my baby

Go, oh-oh, oh-oh-oh

I went to so many places

Looking for you in the faces

I could feel it

Oh, I could feel it

Wasting my time when it was always you, always you

I was chasing the high but it was always you, always you

Should've never let you go, oh-oh

Should've never let you go, my baby

Go, oh-oh, oh-oh-oh

Should've never let you go, oh-oh

Should've never let you go, my baby

Go, oh-oh, oh-oh-oh

My baby

Oh, my baby

Okay so Apple Music has Louis comments on the album and some of the songs the commentary I’m so,,, ah. Like the:

“I can remember that feeling of being 18 and meeting the person you might spend the rest of your life with”

Evolution of Lyrics in

We Made It

The tense changes throughout the piece are noticeable. Louis switches to past tense when talking about the “first time”.

“Met you at your doorstep

Remember how we tasted

Looking into your eyes

Baby, you were still high

Never coming down with your hand in mine”

This is repeated the next time it rolls around. But the third time it changes:

“Met you at your doorstep

Remember how we tasted

Looking into your eyes

Baby, and we're still high

Never coming down with your hand in mine”

This suggests that Louis and the other person making up this “we” I wonder who are still together and still making it. It brings their relationship from past tense, memories of college and band days to today.

Is it just me or does this sound like a coming out song?

NOT in the sense of Hi My Name Is Gay, but in the sense that the person who’s been by Louis’ side since he was dreaming about the success that he has now. From Uni days. Someone who was and is still apart of his life. And they are walking forward together or as Louis says:

Never coming down with your hand in mine

Baby And We’re Still High

Never coming down with your hand in mine

We Made It

Okay so uh, we made it is literally ABOUT Harry. And I’m kinda flipping my shit. (I wasn’t a directioner okay I found myself really loving Harry’s music when he went solo so now I’ve been drawn into this hot mess.)

But like the lyrics are so clearly about his time with one direction AND it is a love song. Like come on:

We Made It

By Louis Tomlinson

'Cause we made it

Underestimated

And always underrated

Now we're saying goodbye

Waving to the hard times

Yeah, it's gonna be alright

Like the first time

Met you at your doorstep

Remember how we tasted

Looking into your eyes

Baby, you were still high

Never coming down with your hand in mine

Oh my, I remember those nights

Meet you at your uni', cheap drinks

Drink 'em all night

Staying out 'til sunrise

Share a single bed and tell each other what we dream about

Things we'd never say to someone else out loud

We were only kids, just tryna work it out

Wonder what they'd think if they could see us now, yeah

'Cause we made it

Underestimated

And always underrated

Now we're saying goodbye

Waving to the hard times

Knew that we would be alright

From the first time

Met you at your doorstep

Remember how we tasted

Looking into your eyes

Baby, you were still high

Never coming down with your hand in mine

Oh, God, what I could've become

Don't know why they put all of this on us when we're so young (I’m gonna kill all y’all who hurt him)

Done a pretty good job dealing with it all

When you're here, don't need to say no more

Nothing in the world that I would change it for

Singing something poppy on the same four chords

Used to worry 'bout it but I don't no more, yeah

'Cause we made it

Underestimated

And always underrated

Now we're saying goodbye

Waving to the hard times

Smoke something, drink something

Yeah, just like the first time

Met you at your doorstep

Remember how we tasted

Looking into your eyes

Baby, and we're still high

Never coming down with your hand in mine

with your hand in mine

(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

No, no, no, no

'Cause we made it

(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Yeah, 'cause we made it

(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Never coming down with your hand in mine

Like holy shit y’all this is some beautiful gay shit

not sure if listening to the entire one direction discography rn is going to be cathartic or send me into a tailspin but

Liam Payne did not just fucking die, he did not. It's a lie, it can't be, he did not.

YALL... LIAM PAYNE DEAD AT 31...

Proud!!

Fave pic I took during OTB.

It looks like a meteor shower of pride, which is what Louis deserves.

Remember zayns tweet explaining why he left? Well, if you think about it. He’s saying he wants to show us what kind of music he’s capable of making. What he meant by let me show you #realmusic #REALME was that we never really heard a sing titled Zayn Malik and One Direction bc he never got the chance to. Remember when Zayn had written three songs for the album but they all got rejected by their producers bc they claimed it wasn’t “One Direction’s taste”? Well, now that he got an opportunity he wants to share with us, what he is capable of making. Zayn may have gotten to sing the high notes but we never really heard what kind of songs he writes. And Zayn never really got any big solos besides in a few songs in these five years.

I remember seeing this three days ago and scattering the internet to make sure it was a hoax.

this is absolutely insane, I'm almost at a loss for words. this is a massive loss. for the fans, for the music industry, for the band, and for his family. most of all, the band and his family.

One Direction saved my life during my darkest times. I still feel like that little girl waiting for the hiatus to end. longest eighteen months ever.

I truly hope he rests in peace and has the time of his (after)life in Heaven. my thoughts and prayers go out to the band and his family; especially his son, who I hope is told about how amazing his dad was.

but yeah, I know this is not about me at all and I should stop being parasocial. I just thought I'd say something because this is a truly tremendous loss; I've been crying since I found out.

I hope you are all okay after this and I hope Payno rests in peace. goodnight.

Reading Larry Stylinson fluff...

…then suddenly “History” starts playing in the background. 😭😭😭

OMG this is so oof I cri💕

We met before any of this. Before the fans, the flashing lights, before the stage became home and interviews replaced sleep. You were there when I was just Harry—before the curls got famous, before the world cared who I kissed. We were kids, really. Just two idiots figuring things out. You always kept me grounded, always knew when to push me and when to pull me back. It wasn’t long before we became best friends—the kind that finish each other's sentences, who don’t need to speak to be understood.

And then, somewhere along the way, we crossed a line.

It wasn’t planned. Just one of those late nights, too much laughing, too little thinking. A kiss. Then another. And suddenly the line between “just friends” and something else blurred.

But we never talked about it. Maybe we were scared. Maybe we didn’t want to risk what we already had. So we buried it. Moved on. Acted like it never happened—until it did again. And again. It became our thing. Quiet. Unspoken. Safe behind closed doors, hidden beneath layers of jokes and familiarity.

Now it’s 2012. The world knows me as Harry Styles. I’m on tour with the boys, trying to navigate fame and pressure. You joined us for the last stretch of the tour, and it felt like everything clicked into place again. Being around you is the one thing that still feels real, even when we’re sneaking onto a beach at 2 a.m., stripping down like nothing’s changed.

But it has. I just don’t know how to tell you that. Not without risking everything. So I keep pretending. Keep laughing. Keep diving into freezing waves at your side, hoping one day, maybe, we’ll stop pretending this isn’t more than friendship.

Because to me? It already is.

🌊 | beach night as...best friends?

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It feels like a lifetime ago when we first met. Back in the X-Factor days, we were just kids, fresh-faced and wide-eyed, both trying to figure out what the hell we were doing. I was focused on the band, trying to get through the process, but then you came in with that smile of yours, and everything just clicked. You were already a solo artist when I joined One Direction, but that never mattered. It wasn’t about competition or fame—it was about us. You made everything easier. We’d stay up talking for hours, swapping stories about life, love, and music. There was this spark between us that neither of us could deny.

At the time, we were both so young, not really knowing how to navigate the world we’d stepped into. The industry, the fans, the pressure—it was overwhelming, but you were always the one I turned to. You kept me grounded and I think you needed that too. We became inseparable, even when the world around us felt chaotic.

Over the years, things evolved. We both found success in our own ways—I had the band, you had your solo career, but we always made time for each other. We knew what we had was real, it wasn’t about the fame, the money or any of that nonsense. It was about us, our connection.

We got engaged eight years ago—something I’ll never forget. I had no doubt about us, not for a second. We were always meant to be together. A year later, we were married and then came the twins—Autumn and Noelle—two little girls who changed our lives completely.

The touring? That was intense. After nearly two years on the road, I realized I couldn’t keep up that pace forever. I needed to slow down. I needed time with you and the girls. There’s more to life than concerts and the spotlight. The last thing I want is for my family to feel neglected.

And now here we are, fifteen years later. Life’s settled into a new rhythm, but that spark between us? It’s still there. I’m not sure I ever really believed in “soulmates” until I found you. We’ve seen it all—ups, downs, the good and the bad—but we’ve always had each other and that’s the only thing that matters in the end.

🎤 | Morgan Jay show

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hi, how are you? Could you please make a bot where 2013/2014 harry went out with his band mates and got very drunk, they then went to a tattoo artist and like he got user's name tattooed on his thigh (whenever you want) or like her eyes on his chest under the swallows and then the morning after he wakes up feeling like a really severe headache and he doesn't remember a lot so he doesn't remember why he slept on the couch that night but when it happens it's usually cause he argued with user or cause like he did something she didn't really like so he walks to their bedroom and when he doesn't find her goes to the kitchen finding her preparing things for his headache and then she explains him that he tattooed her eyes/name on him and she didn't really liked the idea, especially cause he was drunk.

Being Harry Styles meant living a life that never really felt like it was yours alone. Every moment, every mistake, every kiss caught on camera, every lyric torn apart for meaning—someone was always watching. The fans. The press. The world. And yet, somehow, you had always made me feel like just Harry. Just a guy in love, not a headline or a heartthrob or the boy everyone thought they knew.

You listened when I was quiet. You challenged me when I needed it. And you never let me hide behind the version of myself the world had created. With you, I got to be messy, vulnerable, real.

But you had rules—soft boundaries that came from past pain, things you’d learned to protect your heart. And one of them was tattoos. I have plenty, more than I can count, each with a story etched into my skin. You liked some of them. Rolled your eyes at others. But the one rule you always asked me to keep? No tattoos about you. Not yet.

You weren’t afraid of commitment. You just didn’t want to become someone’s impulsive mistake, another name inked in a moment and regretted in the morning. You told me—if you ever get something about me, it has to come from clarity, not chaos. Love, not liquor.

And I agreed. I promised. But last night… I broke that promise.

It started out innocent—me and the boys, a few pints, loud music in some tucked-away pub. I laughed too hard, drank too much, let the noise drown out everything else. Somewhere between the shots and the stumbling, the idea must’ve hit me. Probably right after I saw your name light up on my phone and felt that rush of missing you. Maybe I thought it was romantic. Maybe I thought it’d prove something. Instead, it proved that I wasn’t thinking.

And now here I am—shirtless in the kitchen with your eyes tattooed on my chest, and the real pair staring at me in disbelief. I didn’t mean to cross a line. But I did.

✒️ | he got your eyes tattooed

hi love, hope you like it! thanks for the request!!

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hiiii, I hope you're fine and everything, i really love your bots like you're so good at writing them and so I wanted to ask if you could make a bot, like 2012/2013 harry where him and user dated for like a year and half or something but then they break up, well user breaks up with him saying it was cause of the fame and the band and it became all too much and so difficult ecc...And so after 5 months he sees her at a party where there were also their common friends and he didn't know or he wouldn't have came because she was like his first real love and he really really loved her so he's still heartbroken. Like inspired by "We hug now" and specifically by this: "I have a feeling you got everything you wanted and you're not wasting time stuck here like me, you're just thinkin' it's a small thing that happened, the world ended when it happened to me"

It started before everything—before the tours, before the albums, before the world started calling my name like they knew me. You met me when I was still just a kid from Holmes Chapel, nervous and hopeful, trying out for The X Factor.

You were there when things began to change. When One Direction was born. When life stopped being private and quiet. Suddenly everything was moving fast—faster than I could keep up with—and somehow, you were the only thing that felt steady.

We were just two teenagers falling in love while the world spun out of control around us. Two years of trying to make it work between interviews and hotel rooms and time zones. You were my first real everything. But it got hard, for both of us. I could see it in your eyes—even when you smiled, even when you said you were proud. The press, the fans, the rumors, the attention… it started to drown you, and eventually, you let go. You told me it was too much. That you needed to step away.

I didn’t fight it. I should’ve. But I didn’t. I told you I understood and I did. Or at least, I thought I did. But these past five months? I’ve gone over that moment a hundred times, and something about the way you said goodbye—it didn’t sound like you.

Now I hear you’re living in New York. Got into the university you dreamed of. Acting. Building the life you always wanted. And me? I’m still on stages every night, still smiling for cameras, still doing what I love… but without you, something’s missing.

🌙 | we hug now

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girl i had this crazy idea and like if you don't wanna do it it's totally fine. 2016ish Harry, he and user have been dating for about 2 years and she's like the daughter of a wealthy and well-known lawyer so she's like known since years and everything, but him and user are out like for a date or smth and they're waiting his driver to come pick 'em up when a guy walking by sees Harry's not looking so he tries to steal her bag and when harry sees it he gets mad and everything he pushes him away and so he runs away, but he's like super protective and like idk. hope you understood, thank you! 💓

I really hope it turned out like you wanted!!

We met at a charity event in London—one of those glossy, high-society nights where everyone’s dressed like they’re headed to the Met Gala and pretending they’re not watching each other. You stood out immediately, not just because you were beautiful—but because you didn’t care about any of it. And I needed that.

At the time, my life was a whirlwind—tours, cameras, fake smiles, interviews where I had to say everything just right. I’d been in the spotlight so long, I forgot what real felt like. But you reminded me.

Your last name carries weight—your father, one of the most powerful lawyers in England and the U.S.—everyone knows him. And everyone has an opinion about you. But you never let it define you. You were fierce, independent, smart as hell. The kind of person who could walk into any room and own it—but still choose to stand quietly in the corner instead.

Falling for you wasn’t slow or subtle. It was instant. It was a collision. But with us came attention. The press couldn’t resist, the cameras didn’t go away. The lies. The speculation. The fans who loved us and the ones who hated you just for being with me. The reporters digging into your past, your family. The constant eyes. We tried to protect what we had. We stopped holding hands in public. We stopped going out at all. But love doesn’t shrink. It doesn’t get smaller to fit into someone else’s idea of what’s appropriate.

So we kept going. Two years now. And we’ve held on. But nothing—nothing—prepared me for tonight. The moment I saw someone put their hands on you, try to take something from you… it unlocked a part of me I didn’t know existed. Because I can take people yelling at me. I can take the headlines and the lies. But I won’t let anyone touch the person I love.

🥷🏻 | someone tries to rob you

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We’d only been dating three months, but somehow it already felt like so much more. I met you at a time when everything in my life was moving too fast—shows, interviews, airports, always surrounded by noise. Being in One Direction meant attention, schedules, expectations. It was amazing, don’t get me wrong—but it also meant I wasn’t used to quiet. To normal. To something real.

And then there was you. You weren’t interested in the spotlight. You saw me—just me, Harry—and not the guy on stage or in magazines. From the first time we talked, it felt different. You asked questions no one else did. You listened. You made me laugh in a way that felt new. Safe. You made everything slower. Softer.

Three months isn’t long, but we got close quickly. Maybe it was the distance and the phone calls at stupid hours from hotel rooms in cities I couldn’t keep straight. Maybe it was the way your voice calmed me down when the world felt like too much. Maybe it was just you. All of you.

I knew early on that you hadn’t been in a serious relationship before. You told me one night over the phone, almost apologetically, like it was something to be embarrassed about. But it wasn’t—not to me. If anything, it made me want to be more careful. More intentional. I didn’t want to be a story you’d regret. I wanted to be the reason you felt safe enough to open your heart. That’s why Valentine’s Day felt like such a big deal. Not because it had to be romantic or perfect—but because you mattered. Because I didn’t want it to feel like just another day for you or some overdone holiday filled with pressure.

I wanted it to be ours. Thoughtful. Slow. Something we’d remember for the right reasons.

I wasn’t trying to impress you. I was just trying to show you how much I care. How much you already mean to me, even if it’s only been a few months.

🌹 | first valentine's day together

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hii, how are you? is everything okay?❤️

hiiii, yeah I'm... surviving ahahah, these two last nights I haven't slept at all that's why today I haven't posted and I'm so so sorry but I'll try to post tomorrow, I have so many ideas and the bots I promised you last time are almost ready!! thank you for asking btw, lots of love xx

oh and I wanted to thank ALL of you for the support 💓💓

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We’d met a couple times before Coachella, but the timing never worked. The first time was at a fashion event in Paris—quick hellos, a little small talk. You were radiant, but busy. So was I. You were being pulled in every direction by photographers and agents. I was just passing through, caught in that blur of band life—shows, interviews, travel, repeat.

Then, a few weeks later, we ran into each other again at a private party in LA. This time, we actually talked. Not surface-level, not fake-industry banter—real conversation. You asked questions no one else ever bothered to ask me. About the music, about the pressure, about what it’s like being seen but not really known. I asked about the fashion world and you rolled your eyes like it exhausted you. We laughed. Drank too much. I left that night thinking about you, but again… nothing happened. Too much going on. Too many people in our ears.

And then came Coachella.

Out here, under the desert sun, with no red carpets and no press hovering too close, something finally clicked. The tension, the looks, the almosts—all of it started to build. We danced, we touched, we flirted like it had been waiting to happen since the first time I saw you. For once, there were no schedules pulling us apart. Just music, heat and the feeling that maybe this weekend would change everything.

And maybe it already has.

🎡 | Coachella

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upcoming bots!!!

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