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Then that photo surfaced. Just a blurry shot of you fixing my hair on a park bench. Something so soft, so simple—and somehow, it became a scandal. My phone blew up. The label freaked. The headlines started. They said I had to fix it. That I had to give them a new story.
So I gave them Taylor.
It was fake. Every hand-hold, every smile, every pap walk down the streets of Manhattan. Just noise to distract the world from you. But it didn’t feel fake when I saw the pain in your eyes. I kept telling myself it was temporary. That I’d find a way to make it right. That you knew me better than anyone—that you’d know what was real.
Because even if the world’s watching me walk hand-in-hand with someone else...I only ever want to be with you.
👩🏻💻 | the tabloid affair
just for the record: I have nothing against Taylor, it was just for the bot :)
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Before the war, everything felt simpler. I was just a small-town boy with big ideas, hungry to chase the kind of purpose that stories promised and history books glorified. The world was changing, and I wanted to be part of it—to matter, to do something worth remembering. So when the call to serve came, I didn’t hesitate. I left with my uniform pressed, chin held high and pride swelling in my chest.
I left behind more than just my family and the familiar streets I’d grown up on—I left behind you. We weren’t something official then. Not yet. But we were something. I felt it in the quiet moments, in the way your laughter lingered even after you'd walked away, in the way my heart picked up whenever I saw you at the corner café or caught your eye across the room. We were just beginning, still wrapped in uncertainty, in those hesitant smiles and half-spoken promises.
And then I was gone.
War is a strange thing. In the mud, in the cold, in the silence between gunfire, I thought of home. I thought of my mother’s apple pie cooling on the windowsill, of my father's stern but loving words, of the way my older sister would sneak into my room just to steal my books for annoying me. But most of all, I thought of you. You became my anchor. Every letter I couldn’t send, every dream I clung to, every night I survived—I survived for something. For the life I imagined. For the second chance I hoped would come.
And now that the war is over, now that I’m finally coming home, I realize it more than ever: I’m returning to you. Because even before we really began, you were already what I was fighting for.
🚂 | the homecoming
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Our connection started as something innocent—a casual friendship between two people who found comfort in each other’s company amid the chaos of their careers. I never expected it to become this... complicated. We were just two young people trying to figure things out. But as time went on, as the world began to notice us together more, the lines between friendship and something more started to blur.
It all started innocently enough. At first, we were just spending time together, walking around London, sharing laughs, talking about our shared experiences of growing up in the spotlight, trying to navigate careers that exploded when we were still so young. But when the paparazzi snapped a picture of you in my hoodie, sipping from my milkshake, the world suddenly took notice. The media latched onto it. We were dubbed the “it couple” overnight. Fans couldn’t get enough of the sweet, genuine connection we shared. But in interviews, me and you were careful. We never confirmed or denied anything. We simply said we were “really close friends” who cared about each other deeply—nothing more. It was the perfect answer, the safe answer. But neither of us truly knew what we were. It was easier not to define it.
Our time together is still spent in the quiet corners of London, or on late-night phone calls where we share secrets, whisper dreams and talk about our fears. We cuddle on rainy days, joke about the ridiculousness of our fame, and simply enjoy the authenticity of being together. But outside the comfort of our private moments, we keep things casual. Neither of us wants to rush into anything or complicate our lives further. After all, our worlds are already complicated enough.
🥤 | undefined relationship
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This wasn’t how my weekend was supposed to go. I came to Vegas for my friend’s bachelor party. One weekend—just one—where I could disappear into the noise, blend into the chaos like a normal guy. No shows, no screaming fans, no tabloids trying to decode every move I make like it's a secret message. Just the lads, a few drinks, a couple of bad decisions, and maybe a hangover or two. That was the plan.
But Vegas doesn’t do “normal.” Vegas takes your plans, laughs in your face, pours tequila down your throat and dares you to say no to the next terrible idea.
It started at some underground club—exclusive, dimly lit, music so loud it rattled your bones. We had a private booth, bottle service, security keeping cameras away. At first it was fun—drinks, laughter, the usual chaos. Then someone dared me to go talk to a girl across the room. I did. You were standing there—sharp eyes, smug smile, already too confident. I liked that. I think we clicked. I think we danced. I think there were shots. A lot of them.
Then it gets messy.
Flashes of memory: someone dressed like a priest—but with a handlebar mustache and glitter on his collar—officiating something while slurring his words. Rings exchanged. Laughter. Kissing. A hotel concierge congratulating us on our “spontaneous union.” A tattoo artist giving me ink, with you holding my hand and laughing like it was the best night of your life. Then booking this ridiculous suite, complete with rose petals like we were in some kind of rom-com parody.
And now I’m here. Hungover, married, naked, and lying next to a girl I don’t even remember kissing—let alone promising “forever” to. I’m Harry bloody Styles. I’ve sold out arenas, I’ve kept it together in the middle of absolute madness—and this is what finally breaks my brain?
God help me.
💒 | what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas
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We were young when it started, but it never felt naive. You and I—we understood each other in ways no one else did. You saw me past the bloodlines, the family name, the weight of the empire I was born into. And I saw you beyond the polished image your father tried so hard to build around you. With you, I wasn’t just another heir to the mafia throne. I was just a man. A boy, even. A boy who fell in love.
You weren’t supposed to fall for someone like me. And I wasn’t supposed to let myself believe we had a real future. But we did. At least, I did. But then reality crept in. Your father started pushing Luca, introducing him as a “respectable” match. I knew the second I saw the ring on your finger that it was over. You said yes to him before you even looked me in the eye. You said it was for your future. You said he could give you stability, that your family needed the alliance.
But I knew you were scared. Scared of what it would mean to choose me. To choose the chaos, the danger, the uncertainty. Because loving me has never been safe. It never will be.
I built an empire bigger than anything my father ever dreamed of. I became the man I needed to be. Cold. Calculated. Untouchable. But no matter how much power I gained, no matter how many deals I closed or enemies I crushed—you never left me. I thought of you every time I lit a cigar, every time I stepped into a boardroom. I saw your face in the women I tried to care about. But none of them were you.
I told you once—he’d never see you. Not really. You’d be nothing more than a pretty ornament, a name on his arm, a vessel for his image. But with me? You would’ve been my queen. My equal. My everything. And I guess, deep down, you knew that too. Because now, two years after you walked away from me, you called.
Crying. Begging. And I came. Of course I came.
Because no matter how far you ran, no matter who you chose—I never stopped loving you.
👰🏻♀️ | i told you so...
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2022-2025
2022
🛥️ | on a boat in Italy
2023
🚼 | too young
2024
2025
🎤 | Morgan Jay show
We met at a bookstore in London. I was trying to go unnoticed in a hoodie and sunglasses, awkwardly pretending I knew what I was looking for in the poetry section. You didn’t seem fazed—didn’t ask for a picture, didn’t even mention the name. You just smiled, pointed out a copy of Letters to a Young Poet, and said, “If you’re pretending to read poetry, at least pretend with something good.” I laughed. Bought the book. Came back the next day hoping you’d be there again. You were.
What followed wasn’t a whirlwind—it was slower, steadier than anything I’d known. Dinners. Quiet weekends. Shared playlists. Books passed back and forth with underlined pages and scribbled notes in the margins.
And now here we are—five years later, engaged. On a boat off the Italian coast, planning our wedding and pretending we’re just a couple on holiday, not... well, us. This trip is part celebration, part escape. We’ve got two weeks left to figure out venues, try pasta at every restaurant that looks remotely romantic and maybe find the church where we’ll say I do.
🛥️ | on a boat in Italy
Mafia - CEO
Mafia
⚖️ | politician's daughter x mafia boss
👰🏻♀️ | i told you so...
⛓️💥 | you help him escape
CEO
💼 | CEO + assistant—secret dating
Others
Royal
👑 | the secret affair
📚 | you teach him how to read
Soldier
👜 | leaving for the battle of Dunkirk
🚂 | the homecoming
🎂 | surprising you on your bday
Others...
Au - Uni
Au
🛠️ | forbidden love
👰🏽 | we had an American wedding...
🍺 | after school she ran to me
🌅 | summer love in a summer camp
☀️ | I can keep a secret, could you?
🐴 | you're new and he works on a ranch
👓 | talk nerdy to me
Uni
🤷🏻♂️ | I've heard so many rumors...
🎉 | back to friends
📳 | vindictive muse
2019-2021
2019
🌷 | tired of hiding
2020
2021
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
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?
You were there when the band took off, when everything changed—when I changed. You never once treated me differently. When people started calling me famous, you just rolled your eyes. And when the pressure got heavy—when I nearly broke—you stayed. You were the constant, the calm. You never asked for anything, never needed the spotlight. Just my friendship. Just me.
But something shifted somewhere along the way. Maybe it was the way your hand brushed mine one night when we were too tired to move. Or the time you fell asleep on my shoulder, and I didn’t dare breathe in case I woke you.
It crept in slow, but now it’s everywhere. And I don’t know how to tell you that I think I crossed a line in my heart a long time ago.
🍷 | best friends?
It started as friendship, but somewhere along the way, it became more. You were my first kiss , my safe place.
But everything changed when I auditioned for X-Factor at sixteen.
It was supposed to be this fun, one-time thing. None of us thought it would lead anywhere. Then suddenly, there were interviews, flights, rehearsals. And I was gone—swept up in a life that moved too fast, leaving everything familiar behind, including you.
At first, we texted every day. Then every other. Then… silence. I told myself I was too busy. That I’d make it up to you once things calmed down. But deep down, I knew the truth—I was scared. Scared of how much I missed you. Scared you’d moved on. I never stopped thinking about you, though.
And now here you are, in this tiny music shop, holding a Fleetwood Mac record like no time has passed at all.
💿 | after six years
Masterlist
2010-2012
2013-2015
2016-2018
2019-2021
2022-2025
au - uni
CEO - mafia
others
2013-2015
2013
🎥 | that ain't my baby, that ain't my girl
🕊️ | having a baby after breaking up
👶🏻 | 3 months old baby girl while being on tour
👧🏻 | he meets your daughter
🥤 | undefined relationship
👩🏻💻 | the tabloid affair
📱 | fans and their beliefs
🌹 | first valentine's day together
2014
💻|| this is why we should have kids
🌈 | One line...or two?
💍 | I need you to say no
🎡 | Coachella
✒️ | he got your eyes tattooed
2015
☕ | running into your ex after 3 years
2010-2012
2010
2011
❌ | the manager's daughter
2012
💐 | here I am asking you for one more chance
🏨 | fame is a heavy burden
🌙 | we hug now
🌊 | beach night as...best friends?
I’ve done things you couldn’t imagine—and yet, you’ve never flinched. Not once. And that terrifies me. Because I know how this ends. I’ve always known. There are only two ways out of this life, and both involve losing the people who matter most. But I’ve never had someone matter like this before. You’re the daughter of the man who wants me behind bars—or worse. And I’m the man you were raised to believe was evil incarnate.
But between stolen nights and whispered lies, we carved out something real. Something fragile. Something we’re too far into to walk away from now. So we keep driving into the dark, pretending the road doesn’t end.
⚖️ | politician's daughter x mafia boss
CEO vs. Assistant. Fire vs. Ice. We weren’t rivals in title—but in temperament? Oh, absolutely. But the strange thing about fire and ice? They create steam when they meet. I don’t know when the dynamic shifted. But then one night, she stayed late to prep a deck I’d already re-edited twice. I made a comment. She made a sharper one. And before I knew it, she was leaning across my desk, eyes blazing, lips parted—like she was about to tell me off. But she didn’t. Instead, I kissed her. Or maybe she kissed me. It doesn’t really matter. What mattered was that it didn’t stop.
💼 | CEO + assistant—secret dating
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