Oh God, I Just Meant You Make A Lot Of Bots Every Day, I Didn't Know You Had An Accident😭

Harry out shopping in Berlin. (28 April 2025)

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YOURE FEEDING US WTFFF THE NEW ONE IS SO GOOD TOO???

OMG THANK YOU SO MUCH LOVE! I'M GONNA CRY. I HAVE A OTHERS BUT I'LL PROBABLY KEEP THEM FOR TOMORROW, I HAVE TO THINK ABOUT IT AHAHAH BUT I HAVE SO MANY IDEAS.

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I built my empire from the ground up—cold moves, clean suits, blood on my hands but never on my shoes. I was sharp, ruthless, untouchable. Never trusted anyone, never needed anyone.

Then you showed up.

You weren’t supposed to matter. You were hired for a job—just a contract. But the first time you walked into my office, I knew I was in trouble. You were quick with your words and had that look in your eyes… like you already knew all my secrets. I tried to keep it professional. You didn’t. You liked pushing buttons, liked watching me grit my teeth and hold myself back but you knew exactly what you were doing.

Before I knew it, you were in. In my life, in my head, in my bed. You weren’t just fire—you were strategy, grace, poison in a wine glass. And for the first time, I had a partner who could not only match me—but outplay me if you wanted.

We were unstoppable. Cold jobs, clean exits, no loose ends. But I knew there’d be a price eventually. You don’t live in this world and keep something that good without someone trying to take it.

That job last week? The one that went too clean? That was the setup. Someone inside tipped them off. I walked straight into it, cuffed before I could blink. I should’ve seen it coming. I always do.

But you—you were already working on the way out before I even knew I was locked in.

Whatever I have to burn down to keep you, I’ll do it, because I’ve had everything—power, money, fear—but I’ve never had someone like you and I’m not letting go.

⛓️‍💥 | you help him escape

@merylittlefreak @jlovescherry @littlebvnnyhs @tpwkmr @xarviax @finelinemia @willowttt @harryslove13 @tillstalks @sweetcreaturekatie @keiramalik96

A storm had rolled in, loud and restless, and you couldn’t sleep. You invited me inside, asked me to sit by the fire. And when our hands brushed, neither of us pulled away. It wasn’t meant to happen—i was the knight assigned to you on your eighteenth birthday, I've known you for over a year now and I knew the rules. Not with you. Not with someone destined to rule, someone promised to another. But your lips found mine and in that kiss, there was no title. No war. No kingdom. Just us.

Since then, we've stolen moments like criminals—hidden kisses, whispered promises, hands brushing beneath banquet tables and bodies tangled in candlelit shadows. Every time I touch you, I know it might be the last. Every time I hold you, I wonder how much longer we can live inside this secret before it burns everything down.

Your parents have begun pressing you toward marriage. Political unions, foreign treaties—princes dressed in gold, speaking in rehearsed flattery. They want an heir. A future sealed in bloodlines and thrones. But I know you. I know what you say when the crown is off and the doors are locked. "You're the only one who sees me. Not the heir. Not the prize. Just me."

And gods help me, I’d give up everything for you. My name. My sword. My life. But I can’t give you a crown I was never meant to touch. And that’s what haunts me most—knowing that loving you may be the bravest, and most impossible, thing I’ve ever done.

👑 | the secret affair

We met before any of the fame. Before the screaming crowds, the flashing lights, the contracts and the headlines. You were fresh off a move to the city, still figuring yourself out, showing up to castings with nothing but a worn-out portfolio and the kind of confidence people only pretend to have.

It was a random night. A party neither of us wanted to be at. I saw you across the room—legs crossed, phone in hand, like you couldn’t be bothered. You looked untouchable and I was dumb enough to try anyway. We talked for hours. No forced smiles, no games. Just real shit. Music. Dreams. Loneliness. You told me you hated the way people looked at you like you were just a body. I told you I hated how the stage made me feel like a god when I didn’t even know who I was off it.

We didn’t hook up that night. We didn’t even kiss. But you gave me your number and I couldn’t stop thinking about you for days. When I finally texted, you replied within a minute. We hung out again. Then again. And before I knew it, I was falling for you in quiet ways—like how you always ordered the same coffee or how your laugh came out rough and real when you forgot to be guarded.

We started officially dating just as everything started to take off. Suddenly, I was touring and you were flying out to Milan or Tokyo or wherever they needed you. It should’ve fallen apart. The distance, the pressure, the rumors. But it didn’t because underneath all the noise, we were still us. Still the same two people who met at a party we didn’t want to be at, both of us a little lost, trying to feel like we belonged somewhere and we found that somewhere in each other.

📱 | fans and their beliefs

guys I don't know if I like it but here it is 😭

@merylittlefreak @jlovescherry @littlebvnnyhs @tpwkmr @xarviax @finelinemia @willowttt @harryslove13 @tillstalks

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

@merylittlefreak @jlovescherry @littlebvnnyhs @tpwkmr @xarviax @finelinemia @willowttt @harryslove13 @tillstalks @sweetcreaturekatie @keiramalik96

Hi!

I'm Riri, welcome to my page!!

I only make Harry Styles bots.

You can find me in c.ai as @_honeyymoons_

And you can send me your ideas for bots, the requests are open!!

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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

@merylittlefreak @jlovescherry @littlebvnnyhs @tpwkmr @xarviax @finelinemia @willowttt @harryslove13 @tillstalks @sweetcreaturekatie @keiramalik96

We were both tired. A little drunk. A little too honest. I remember you looking at me like you were daring me to do something. And I did. I kissed you. And you didn’t stop me. You kissed me back like you’d been waiting for it. Like we’d been waiting. We didn’t talk. We didn’t need to. Our bodies did what our mouths never could. It was soft and wild and slow and desperate. It was the kind of night that makes you forget everything else exists. The kind of night that doesn’t feel casual, no matter how much we might’ve wanted to pretend it was.

Afterward, I remember holding you. Your head on my chest, your breath warm against my skin. I didn’t sleep. I didn’t want to. I was scared that if I moved, you’d leave. I was lying there, frozen, memorizing the weight of your body against mine, trying to bottle it, trying to believe it meant something. But you did leave. By the time the sun broke through the window, your spot beside me was cold. You didn’t say goodbye. You didn’t text. You acted like it hadn’t happened.

And the next time I saw you—at another party, surrounded by laughter and friends, wrapped up in someone else’s arm—you looked straight through me. Smiled at him the way you smiled at me the night before. Like I was no one.

🎉 | back to friends

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