#harry stan

He makes fun of you because you’re in band

Louis: 

“Babe cut that out!” Louis yelled from the living room. I rolled my eyes in frustration as this was the fifth time in the span of 10 minutes that he’s yelled at me for practicing my show music. “No! I need to practice!” I shouted back. Picking my trumpet up again and going over the notes. Just moments later the door to my bedroom opened and in came Louis. “Why are you still in band? You’re in college now you don’t need to do that anymore.” He sighed as he hopped onto my bed. 

“Lou that’s like me asking you why you’re still touring with the boys.” I retorted. “It’s completely different! I get paid for this and I get to go all over the world, not just some petty stadiums. Plus, you put way too many hours into those rehearsals.” He shot back. My arms fell to my side and I stared at him with wide eyes. “Excuse me?!” I gasp at him. He continues to laugh as if it was some joke.

“Yeah, you’re right. I spend hours on that field and I’ll keep doing it for as long as I can. I’m not gonna stop doing something I love just because my boyfriend doesn’t want to be supportive. I may not be getting paid for this, but you should know better than anyone that hearing the crowd go crazy for you is payment enough. So yeah, I get charcoal black in the summer, I lose all social life the first semester of school, I love being in band and you should be supportive instead of trying to deprive me of the one thing that I can actually say I’m good at.” I was beyond angry with Louis. Before he could respond I placed my trumpet carefully on my desk and ran out the door.

“Babe! Babe cmon wait! I’m sorry.” He called out to me. I rolled my eyes and entered the living room where he left the telly running. I huffed and took a seat. “Please don’t give me the silent treatment.” He pouted next to me. “I didn’t mean to offend you. What I said was wrong and I should know when something makes you happy, and seeing you march on that turf or just dancing in the stands. I can tell that you really love it.” He sighed taking my hand in his. I continued to look straight at the tv. “So I’m sorry.” He whispered close to my ear. “Please talk to me..” He said quietly leaving small kissing behind my ear. A small smile was forming on my lips and I couldn’t contain myself. 

I erupted in a fit of laughter and he smiled victoriously as he continued to tickle my sides. I screamed surrender and he finally released me.

“I’m really sorry, (Y/N).” He whispered as he held me close to him. I nodded and just sighed, allowing myself to lean into him.

Harry:

The crowd erupted in cheers and applause as your band played the final note of the marching show. You spotted Harry and the rest of the boys jumping up and down screaming for you. You smiled at them as you marched off the field. As soon as the band was back to the truck and buses everyone put their stuff up and stripped themselves of the suffocating marching jacket uniform and hat.

“OKAY GUYS, great job!! We’ll meet back here at 5:30 , don’t be late.” Your band director shouted as everyone dispersed. You were excited to see Harry as they have been on tour and came back to watch your final performance of the year.

You were still out of breathe from marching so you weren’t by any means running to find the boys. Eventually you spotted them circled up near the entrance of the stadium. You decided you want to scare them a bit and hid behind a pillar next to them.

“I wish we went to these competitions more often before! It’s so cool and fun to watch!” Niall was really enthusiastic. I smiled, preparing myself to jump at them.

“I mean it’s alright, (Y/N) raves about it all the time, it’s a bit annoying, honestly.” Harry laughed. You frowned and hid back.

“What!! No way, she killed it out there! Your girl is the captain of the drum line! If that isn’t badass then I don’t know what it.” Louis’ words made you smile. But you were still very discouraged by Harry’s words.

“(Y/N), what are you doing there?” Your drum major, Lucas, laughed as he saw you.

“(Y/N)??” Harry turned and looked behind the pillar. You glared into his soul and Lucas took this as his cue to leave.

“I can’t believe you, Harry. How could you say that about me?? Behind my back too!” You were furious. Harry’s face fell and he tried to reach for your hand.

“Babe I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it like that.” He stepped closer to you but you folded your arms instead of letting him touch you.

“You know how much I love band, how would you feel if I said watching you guys on stage is annoying and boring???” I spat at him. He shook his head and hugged me.

“Baby I am SO sorry. You have been nothing but supportive for me and the boys and I should do the same for you. I’m so sorry I said those things. To be quite honest, you do look badass out there in your cute little uniform.” He laughed. “Forgive me, princess.”

“You can’t call me badass and then call me princess right after, it just doesn’t fit.” I laughed, letting him know I wasn’t mad anymore.

“I love you, drum line captain.”

Niall:

“Niall, come on we’re gonna be late to Aidan’s show!” You shouted. Aidan was your 15 year old son, he’s in the marching band and they’re performing what they’ve learned so far for the parents and family. Niall ran down the stairs.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m here.” He grumbled and put his shoes on. You shook your head and grabbed a pair of sunglasses and walked to the car.

You, yourself were in band so you always loved watching Aidan perform. Niall on the other hand, never thought it was fascinating or cool.

When you got to the schools stadium you found some seats and cheered as the band was marching onto the field, you spotted Aidan easily as they weren’t wearing their marching uniforms.

“Look there he is!” You said to Niall. Niall just nodded and continued to scroll through his phone. You rolled your eyes at his actions. “Your son is about to perform, could you put that away maybe?” You scolded him. Niall scoffed and continued to use his phone.

“This is lame ,(Y/N). I don’t know why I agreed on letting him join band, this isn’t going to do him any good in the future.” Niall muttered. You furrowed your eyebrows instantly and tilted you head at him.

“What are you trying to say?” You asked, pointedly. “I was in band in high school and it was the best decision I made.” You pointed out to him.

“I just don’t want his talents to go to waste is all, plus this stuff is kind of boring anyways.” Niall continued to say, not caring about my feelings and how Aiden would feel if he heard him say this.

“Aiden loves band. He loves his friends, he loves the music, he loves playing music. I would think that you of all people would understand passion and love for music. For one second in your life, get your head out of your ass and actually be supportive.” You glared at him, getting up from your spot next to him and moving somewhere else.

The drum major counted off the band and the stadium was instantly filled with music. You cheered as they began to march and play, you’ve always loved watching the band make formations and tell a story through music. 

Once the band was done you were instantly out of your seat and rushing to where the rest of the band parents were setting up drinks for the kids.

“Y/N..” Niall said from behind you, his face held regret as he walked closer to you. “You’re right. I do need to be supportive. I’m sorry that I haven’t been recently.. I’ll try harder, band isn’t lame. It’s actually pretty damn cool. And as long as Aiden loves it, so do I.” Niall nodded his head, You smiled and let him embrace you in a hug.

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This is going to sound stupid but... what if?

I have a lot of pure examples of love in my life. My parents have been together for 25 years, my grandparents on both sides for almost twice that amount of time. Each and everyone one of them can easily tear the Mickey outta their partner with nothing but tender affection in the eyes and joking voices while stating that they wouldn't change them for anything in the world.

I've never felt that kind of love myself but I've grown up seeing it. And it's almost like I can't stop seeing it in some couples, whereas others are simply lacking that spark.

So, when I was 10. When I saw two strangers become best friends over night. When I saw how they were practically hip to hip all the time. When I saw pure fondness every time they spoke of or to each other. And I told myself, "this has got to be love."

I then had to watch for 5 years while people forced their harsh words on the pair and belittled something so pure and beautiful. I watched for 5 years while people burnt flags with their joint name on it while screaming slurs and spewing hate. I watch as a boy with the brightest smile and softest personality became duller and harsher. I watch as a boy with the biggest heart and kindest soul was dragged through the mud and became empty and hurt.

But both boys still loved the world and their fans. They put Kindness into a world that showed them so much hate. Hatred for the way they looked at each other with love, fondness and affection.

But we fought. Hard. We made videos, sent hate, dug up proofs, hack cameras and scared off fandoms and celebrities alike.

We fought a tough battle.

A losing battle.

Because, what if we were wrong.

What if all we did was make it impossible for two best friends to be near each other. What if we drove two people further apart by forcing them together. What if we ruined a solid relationship because it didn't consist of the two people we wanted to see together.

It's a tragic story. From either side.

If they were in love, the world hated them for it and so did some fans.

If they weren't, then management forced two friends apart in order to protect them.

If they were but decided to stop, the world was so cruel they didn't really have a choice.

If it wasn't and they had stayed away, the world encouraged it.

There's not a single good side. All of them are battered and bruised with hate and scorn. It's gut wrenching. Heart stoppingly sad.

Antis sent hate to Lou, Haz and Larries. Why? Pathetic.

Larries sent hate to El, Modest! and Antis. Why? Unnecessary.

We all claimed to love and support Harry but we ignored that all he wanted was for us to show the world love and spread kindness everywhere we go.

We all claimed to stand behind Louis but we divided everything he said into boxes and ignored the pieces we didn't like when all he wanted was for people to be humble and have fun.

All we got out of those 5 years were stunts and hate and aggression.

The boys gave us beautiful music and even though we bought their albums and tickets and merch, did we really support them where they needed our support the most?

So, what if we were wrong?

Wrong to push.

Wrong to demand.

Wrong to invade.

What if we did more harm than good?

We've learnt from some our mistakes. It's true, we have. But the same things keep coming up. The same issues and debates.

What is Harry's sexuality?

When will Zayn return?

Is Liam homophobic?

Could this song be about him?

Was this true?

Did Zayn leave because of Harry?

Was Niall the forced to agree to the hiatus?

Is Harry dating the random person seen in this photo?

Is Louis engaged to Eleanor?

Did Niall cheat on Hailee?

Is Louis coming out along with his album?

Did Liam and Zayn have a falling out recently?

Does Liam hate Harry?

It's ridiculous. Really. 90% of the topics are none of our business and the rest are just arbitrary.

They went into the X Factor as kids.

They. Were. KIDS!

They didn't know how gruesome the industry could be until it was pretty much too late. The amount of pressure put on the 5 of them was back breaking.

Zayn left and we took him apart for it with only 30% of us asking if he was okay. Again. Pathetic.

Liam said he needed alchohol to deal with the stress and 60% of us made videos for which were mostly likely his drunk moments on stage or at award shows.

Harry asked not to be labeled in terms of his sexuality and 70% of us demand he give us an actual answer and accused him of queer baiting.

I mean. How is this love and support. So few of our fandom has shown them pure love and support and to the ones that have, thank you. Thank you. Thank You.

But the point remains the same. We need to do better this time guys.

If they get together or not.

If Larry is real or not.

If Zayn comes back or not.

If Niall cheated or not.

If Liam had a falling out with Haz/Zayn or not.

If Louis made a stupid comment on a recorded call or not.

It shouldn't matter. They shouldn't be forced into defending themselves to the media or us. Their health, happiness and success should be the only important factor to us.

I want to believe that Larry is real. And I did. For a really long time. But I just can't anymore. It did no good believing in it. We were more harm than good to be honest. I hope they had happiness in their relationship, whatever it was, because they deserve it. Always.