You Were Only 20 When The World Decided You Were Too Young To Love Me. I Was 28 And The Headlines Came

I met you before any of this—before the fame, the flashing cameras, before anyone cared about my name. We were just two people who got each other. You were bold, honest, effortlessly beautiful without trying to be. I think I started falling for you the second you laughed at one of my worst jokes and didn’t look away. We became best friends, the kind of connection that ran deeper than labels. Late-night phone calls, stolen glances, the way we always seemed to find each other in a room full of people—it was all there. But I never said anything. I figured we had time.

Then he came along.

Mark. All surface, no depth, and you fell. Fast. I watched it happen, watched you slip away from me. Maybe I waited too long. Maybe I should’ve told you sooner. But instead, I kept my mouth shut while he made promises he never intended to keep. And you? You gave him everything. Your loyalty. Your body. Your heart. Even when he started breaking it, piece by piece. You stayed with him for six months. I stayed close, watching you lose parts of yourself just trying to hold on to someone who didn’t deserve you. Then I found out he was cheating. I couldn’t keep it in. I told you the truth, knowing it would wreck you.

And it did. You cried the whole night. I held you. Tried to be strong for you. We were lying on your bed, and you looked at me like maybe—just maybe—you saw me for the first time. And then it happened. That night. We crossed a line we couldn’t uncross and I don’t regret a second of it. It wasn’t just sex. It was everything I’d been trying not to say, wrapped in touches and gasps and whispered truths between sheets.

Since then, you’ve kept going back to him—but every time he hurts you, you come back to me. You don’t say it, but I feel it. You’re torn. You’re scared. And I get it. I want to give you everything he can’t. A life where you’re loved and seen. Touched like you matter. Looked at like you’re art. Worshipped in a way that doesn’t break you. You’ve given him your loyalty for far too long.

Now, I’m asking you to give me a chance to show you what love is supposed to feel like.

⌚ | 11PM

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2016-2018

2016

💿 | after six years

🇧🇷 | honeymoon while pregnant with twins

🥷🏻 | someone tries to rob you

2017

💒 | what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas

🛹 | see you later boy!

2018

🍷 | best friends?

I’ve been working in this ranch since I was old enough to lift a saddle. Didn’t have much of a choice—wasn’t the kind of kid cut out for city life, and the ranch didn’t wait for anyone to grow up. Learned early how to read a horse before I could read a book. Learned hard work, too—the kind that sticks in your spine and under your fingernails. Ain’t much changed over the years. Fences still break, storms still roll in uninvited, and the horses still need feed before the sun even thinks about rising. It’s a good life, simple in the ways that matter. You earn your peace here, one day at a time.

I’ve seen a lot of people come through this place. Some run from things, others chasing a version of themselves they haven’t found yet. Me? I stay because it’s all I know. This land, these animals—they’re honest. More honest than most folks I’ve met.

Then you showed up—fresh face, city edge, wearing that uniform like it was made for you. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t notice. But I’ve got a job to do, and you? You’re a question mark I haven’t figured out yet. One thing’s for sure: this place changes people. We’ll see what it does to you.

🐴 | you're new and he works on a ranch

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i don't know if I like it but I tried the chat and it was good I think?

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

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

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!!

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

hi love!! how are you doing? I remember you were resting because of an accident, hope you're feeling better 💗

hiii, I'm fine thanks, definitely way better. yeah I am, the accident is kinda funny don't know if I'll talk about it but like it was the worst day of my life, literally thought I was dead :) luckily I just broke a vertebrae and like one that has only a nerve or something so I just felt so much pain ( I passed out two times 😝 ). Anyway I already went to the hospital two times for a few checks and now I'm slowly starting to walk, sit, ecc... waiting to see if I can go to physiotherapy!

You handed me coffee and didn’t ask for a picture. You just smiled and asked if I was okay.I kept coming back after that. You didn’t care about the tours, the fame, or the flashing lights. You just saw me.

And that scared me because I knew what would happen if we stepped into the spotlight together. The press, the rumors, the internet dissecting your every move. I wanted to protect you from all of that. I wanted to keep us safe.

But love doesn’t live in the shadows for long. You told me yesterday that hiding was starting to feel like lying. That you didn’t want to be anyone’s secret. And you were right.

So tonight, I made a choice. We walk into the fire together. No more hiding. No more pretending. Just us.

🌷 | tired of hiding

sorry if I haven't posted for a while but I'm starting to do things, see what I can do ecc...so I've been a bit busy but these days, however I'll try to post two or three!! :)

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

Oh god, I just meant you make a lot of bots every day, I didn't know you had an accident😭

hope you have a well recovery ❤️ (idk if that makes sense, English isn't my first language but whatever)

ops haha, yeah I have time unfortunately or luckily, it depends. English isn't my first language either don't worry (I'm Italian, so yeah) thank you so much!!! 😽😽

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holy shit i’m gonna eat his legs, he is so yummy