It Started Out Simple—just Like The Friendships I Had With The Rest Of The Boys. You Were Always Around,

okay i have just spent like twenty minutes sobbing over tiktok’s of like soldiers surprising family members and stuff when coming home and im afraid i NEED a Harry bot desperately where user is his gf and he surprises her coming home whenever you feel better or have time🫶

omg, the idea is so cute and I swear I wanted to do it so bad and I thought about it the other night! I hope you like it, thank you so much for the request babe xx

We’ve been together since we were seventeen, but really, it started long before that. Our families have been best friends for as long as I can remember—neighbors, vacation buddies, always in and out of each other’s homes like one big, chaotic, extended family. Everyone always joked we were destined for each other, but we were just kids. Best friends. You were bossy and wild, always dragging me into some kind of trouble. I was quieter, the kid who followed your lead, who carried your backpack when it was too heavy and stood behind you when you picked fights with kids twice our size.

Somewhere along the way, something changed.

By seventeen, we were together. Officially. It wasn’t dramatic or messy. It felt... right. Like the natural next step. Our parents didn’t even blink—they just smiled like they’d been waiting for us to figure it out.

I enlisted when I turned twenty-one. It was something I’d wanted for as long as I could remember—something I’d talked about since I was a kid. And even though I saw the fear in your eyes when I told you, you didn’t try to talk me out of it. You just nodded and said, “If it’s what you want, I’ll be here.” You meant it. And I held onto that every single day I was gone.

The first year away hit harder than I expected. Training. Deployment. Long stretches of silence I didn’t know how to fill. I missed everything—your laugh, your smell, the way you’d nudge me when I zoned out or how you’d steal my hoodie even when it was warm out. I missed home—but really, I missed you. More than I could ever explain in a letter or a call that kept cutting out.

We’ve only been apart for a few months—but it feels like years. You’re not just the girl I grew up with. You’re my anchor. My best friend. My person. And now that I’m back—even just for a little while—I’m not wasting a single second.

🎂 | surprising you on your bday

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

I LOVEEEE MORGAN JAY OH MY GOD THIS IS THE BEST BOT EVER

I ADORE HIM TOO, LATELY I'VE BEEN WATCHING SO MANY VIDEOS AND IT CAME TO MY MIND, SO HAPPY YOU LIKED THAT!!

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 :)

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

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

i-...this bot is crazy, can't wait to post it!!

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

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

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

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

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

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?

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!!! 😽😽

he found out benson boone passed him in monthly listeners