Jazmine Hughes

Hello loves! The Harries of Color Library (H.O.C. Library) is a place to celebrate the diverse Harry Styles fandom by focusing on creators who are BIPOC (Black, Indigenous, and People of Color). Here, writers and readers of color can find stories that were written specifically with them in mind. Our hope is that through sharing these stories and promoting these creators, we can foster an even more inclusive community.

Although this space was designed specifically for fans of color, we strongly encourage everyone - regardless of race, ethnicity, or nationality - to enjoy the works featured in the library, and to support the authors by commenting on and reblogging their stories.

Fandom can only thrive if we support our creators.

How Does It Work

If you’re BIPOC and write for Harry Styles x Reader and/or Harry x OC, you can submit an ask to have your name added to our author directory. As well, if you would like for us to reblog your work, let us know and we’ll be sure to share your story! We also track #thehoclibrary; that way you can tag us in your future work.

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– The H.O.C. Librarian

𝐔𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐄𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝.

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟕.𝟕𝐤 𝐍𝐁: 𝐚𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐡𝐨𝐥, 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐞, 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞, 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐛𝐢𝐚

Tuesday, 13 December 2017

Tooley Street was always busy, whether there were a horde of people walking to and from the riverside and underground, or cars driving by at a ridiculous speed. London Bridge station on the other side of the road to where Y/N and the gang sat at Caffé Nero, looked like a small insect in comparison to The Shard that reached like a pillar above the partly cloudy winter sky. The blue painted brick building beside it, The Shipwright Arms pub, was a lively addition to an otherwise very bleak street.

Okumaya devam et

Reblog this if you're not a larrie, and you do NOT believe Harry is a womaniser.

why do all the words sound heavier in my native language?

—  @metamorphesque, Yoojin Grace Wuertz (Mother Tongue), Still Dancing: An Interview With Ilya Kaminsky (by Garth Greenwell), Jhumpa Lahiri (Translating Myself and Others), @lifeinpoetry

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This is someone’s girlfriend, your honour.

kinda sad to get to the time of year when everyone on the internet starts memeing about how they gotta go play hours of #cool-special-indie music on mute for the next few months just so their spotify wrapped looks good at the end of the year. idk i just find it depressing to see how even your most private and personal joys, even the music you listen to, must be tweaked and polished and contrived so it can be presented to the world. how even your taste in music must be performed.

I feel like despite how pretty he may look in pictures, Harry just looks 10x prettier in motion. I've been staring at the vogue video/gifs more than the pics lol

My complaint is he needed smiling shots his smile is his THING

Stevie Nicks at the airport in Amsterdam, after a concert on Fleetwood Mac’s “Rumours Tour,” April 1977.

we’re dancing round the kitchen in the refrigerator light

1 year, 4 months, 29 days later...