styling-and-writing

got me spinning like a ballerina
feeling gangsta every time I see ya
you’re the king and baby
i’m the queen of disaster, disaster

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#21DOH / day seventeenharry styles +  ed sheeran. 
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💘When you accidentally take an awkward picture of yourself.😬😂

Masterlist

#1 He gets jealous of another boy

#2 He wants to watch you touch yourself

#3 He watches you read

#4 Dirty talk

#5 He misses you on tour

#6 Wet dreams

#7 Celebrity crushes

#8 Play fighting

#9 He wants to have a threesome with another boy

#10 He finds out you’ve faked an orgasm

#11 Eavesdropping

#12 Birthday Sex

#13 Prince AU

#14 You refuse to accept a gift from him

#15 Hospitals

#16 You’re clumsy

#17 His kink

#18 He’s your teacher but you’re dating

#19 He’s your teacher but you’re dating (Part two)

#20 Romantic thing he always does

#21 How he kisses you (Visual)

#22 Vampire AU

#23 He mentions marriage

#24 Cuddling (Visual)

#25 Nicknames

#26 Thanksgiving

#27 Daddy’s little girl

#28 “Slow down.”

#29 Heart by Heart (Song Preference)

#30 Mistletoe

#31 His Christmas gift to you

#32 “Faster.”

#33 You can see Shadowhunters

#34 You catch him masturbating

#35 Victoria Secret Angel

#36 You find a huge insect and he ends up killing it/calling the boys for help

#37 Twitter Issues

#38 He thinks that you’re cheating on him

#39 How he eats you out (Visual)

#40 Spending a day with him

#41 You’re sick

#42 Greedy

#43 You’re an actress and you have to kiss someone else

#44 He asks you to stay after a one night stand

#45 First “I Love You”

#46 Valentine’s Day

#47 His favorite position (Visual)

#48 You send him a naughty picture (Visual)

#49 She looks so perfect (Song Preference)

#50 He cuts your hair

#51 You overhear him talking about proposing to you

#52 Interruptions

#53 “Stop…” 

#54 You’re home late and he gets worried

#55 Promises

#56 He tweets a photo of you at the beach (Visual)

#57 He uses a pick up line on you

#58 Boxer AU 

#59 Soulmate AU

#60 His perfect girl

#61 “I miss you”

#62 He tweets a photo of how he proposed to you (Visual)

#63 Momma’s boy

#64 After a fight

#65 Rude (Song Preference)

#66 Whipped

#67 You’re quiet during sex and it frustrates him 

#68 “Tell me…”

#69 Another boy tweets a picture of you two asleep (Visual)

#70 You find a love letter he wrote to you

#71 You leave marks on him and the other boys notice (Visual)

#72 You run into his ex who’s a bitch/crazy now

#73 You tweet a picture of him asleep and he replies (Visual)

#74 Bad boy AU

#75 Couple tattoos (Visual)

#76 Home 

#77 One of you tweet a picture of your kid and you/him replies (Visual)

#78 He tells you a lame joke

#79 Winter

#80 Masquerade ball

#81 Hugs

#82 Night Changes dates

#83 Stockholm Syndrome/Lima Syndrome

#84 Whispers

#85 “It’s me.”

Unlisted (if there are any)

Series:

Punk series:

  1. His appearance
  2. How you meet
  3. "Don’t fucking touch her."
  4. A little bit of truth
  5. Disappearance
  6. He agrees to go on a “date” with you
  7. First “Date”
  8. He sneaks into your room
  9. He asks you to be his girlfriend
  10.  He gets into a fight
  11.  First “I love you”
  12.  Your father finds out you’re dating
  13.  You sneak out to see him
  14.  "Run away with me." 
  15.  He reveals something about his past
  16.  Sexual Encounters 
  17.  He tries to train you/workout with you
  18.  (coming soon)

Teacher series:

  1. How you meet
  2. "You’re a teacher?"
  3. Staying after school with him
  4. He overhears you talking about him
  5. He has a talk with you 
  6. He stops another student from bullying/harassing you
  7. You think he’s going to kiss you
  8. (coming soon)

Imagines:

Lunch Date (Harry)

Hendall Setup (Harry)

Teach me (Harry) (Part 2)

Phone Sex (Harry)

Not a teenager anymore (Harry)

Protector (Harry) (Part 2) (Part 3)

The New Assistant (Harry)

"Am I pretty enough now?" (Harry)

Tell me (Harry) (Visual)

Brother’s Best Friend (Harry)

A “date” with Nadine (Harry)

It makes your lips so kissable (Harry)

Cuddly drunk Harry (Harry)

Horny during a concert (Harry)

Sugar Daddy (Harry)

First Impressions (Harry + Niall)

One Time Thing (Narry Threesome)

Knee issues (Niall)

Surprise? (Niall)

Blackouts (Niall)

Sharing the news (Niall)

Honeymoon (Niall) (Visual)

Snow Storms (Liam)

Sneaking out (Liam)

Sugar Daddy (Liam)

Little white lies (Liam + Ashton) (Part 2)

Childhood room (Louis)

Movie night (Louis)

Lucky (Louis)

The 7 seconds challenge (Louis)

Needy drunk (Louis)

"Best friends don’t make out" (Louis)

Something New (Zayn)

Good Luck Charm (Zayn) 

Happy family (Zayn)

Casual Proposal (Zayn)

Breaking of the Zerrie engagement (Zayn)

Protective fights (Zayn)

Au Imagines: 

Best Friend!Liam

Daddy!Harry

Demon!Harry and Angel!Y/n (Part 2)

Tattoo Artist!Zayn (Part 2)

Art Student!Zayn

CEO!Niall

Movie Star!Louis

Blurbs:

How Louis would be on your wedding Day 

How Zayn would comfort you

Romantic things Harry does for you

Niall and you being mobbed

What Harry’s skills would be in bed

What Niall would be like in bed

What Harry would be like in bed

What Harry would be like if you were pregnant

What Niall would be like in bed

Clingy Zayn

What Niall would be like if you were pregnant 

Lazy days with them

What Harry would be like if had big boobs

Wedding dresses with Harry

A Morning with Liam 

You sit on Niall’s lap and turn him on by mistake

Louis while you’re cooking

You fall asleep on Louis

Dom/Sub relationship with Harry

Zayn asking you out on a date

Jealous Niall

Harry as a boyfriend 

Au memes:

Finals are approaching and you need to study but Zayn would much rather do other things…

The other boys absolutely love to tease Harry about your relationship together whenever Harry talks about you.

Liam explains how he met his girlfriend, y/n, and it seems that Harry played matchmaker in their relationship…

Bound by Ink: (on hiatus :/)

Introduction

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Fic Rec

i’d rather be conceited and self indulgent than insecure, and deal with all the bullshit that comes with insecurity

One Shot // Haylor & Hickies

Harry pulled himself from the bed trying not to wake Taylor. He had to go to a press day for the new album but he didn’t need to wake her up to do that. He pulled on his jeans, threw on a black t-shirt. He pulled his hair up into a bun and walked past the mirror when his eye caught on something. The side of his neck was normal except for a dark red, almost purpling, mark right in the middle of it.

“Holy shit,” he said out loud twisting his neck closer to the mirror, “Fuckin’ hell”.  He rubbed his hand over the mark from Taylor’s teeth as if that would change things. “Taylor,” he said. “Babe,” he called a little louder still looking in the mirror.

“Yeah, I’m up,” she said sitting up in the bed in her bra with her eyes still closed.

“Baby, do you remember what I’m doing today?” he said walking over to her side of the bed.

“Interviews, media, press day,” she mumbled her eyes still closed.

“Yeah, and can you check me out make sure I look normal,” he asked patiently.

She gave him a thumbs up squinting her eyes and looking at him head on.

“Great, and what about this angle?” he said turning to the side. Taylor’s eyes opened wide the second she saw it and her hands flew up to cover her mouth.

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grunge/ lucid ☯

🌊You can’t just love me. It’s not that easy.🚀

Preference 119-Sick

Master List

This was requested! I don’t remember what exactly was wanted, but oh well! Sorry!

Niall: He had woken up with a dry cough, trying to clear his throat as best as he could. His eyes were watery because the scratchiness of his throat was irritating. “Babe,” he croaked, shaking you awake. You had already been disturbed by his loud throat clearing, but you didn’t open your eyes right away. “What’s wrong?” you asked, opening your eyes and taking all of him in. He looked tired and paler than normal. “Throat is dry,” he said, still croaky. This time his words would make him cough, dry cough. He groaned as he let it out, moving his face into the pillow. He cuddled into yourself and whispered, “It hurts.” “I’ll be right back,” you said, kissing his forehead and getting out of the bed. He had whined a little as you left, but you had been gone and back in a second. “Take these and I’ll go make you tea. You should probably not talk, preserve the angelic voice of yours,” you smiled, handing him tablets and walking out of the room. All day, he had defied your ‘no talking’ rule and complained about how bad his throat hurt. He had been needy, wanting to cuddle the whole day, mostly because he started to get a headache.

Zayn: You had been in bed all day, sleeping off what you thought was a cold. Your head was killing you and you were badly congested. You felt like you were dying and that’s when he had pushed you to go to the doctors. They had told you that you had the flu, so much for the flu shot doing its job. “We have to go to the pharmacy right quick, babe. Are you alright?” he asked, reaching over and placing his hand on your knee. You were leaning against the door, keeping your eyes close to help relieve the pain that was coming from your headache. You groaned and opened your eyes, looking at him as he drove. “I’ll be okay. It’s a bit cold though.” He looked over at you and smiled before reaching over and turning on the heater in the car. Then he reached behind your seat and grabbed something. “Here’s my jacket.” He had placed it over you as best as he could as he drove with one hand. “We’re almost there. I’ll get you a bottle of water so you can take the medicine right away.” You smiled and wanted so badly to lean over and give him a kiss, but you couldn’t. “You’re too good to me. Thank you. I love you,” you smiled. “I always will be, babe. I love you.”

Louis: “This is horrible,” he grumbled, rolling around on the bed like a child. He had been like that all day, already having gone through a box of tissues. “No matter what I do, I can’t get my nose to stop running. This congestion is making my head hurt. Babe, do something for me please. I don’t know what else to do,” he whined, watching as you walked in the door. You had already been one step ahead of him. You knew he was in bed, sick, so you had stopped by the corner store and grabbed some things. Seeing as he had texted you, a million times, about his congestion, you got some stuff for it. “I got some pills for you, hopefully it’ll clear up your sinuses and get you better. Then I got you stuff for the headache and some groceries to make you something to eat.” You sat on the side of the bed, earning a smile from him. “You’re amazing,” he gushed, leaning over to kiss you cheek. “I know,” you smiled, giving him the pill bottles and a bottle of water. “I’m going make dinner. Get better, love.”

Harry: Sniff, sniff, wipe eyes, wipe eyes. This had been his routine all day. The spring time had brought about his allergies that he thought he had been rid of since they were a no-show last year. His eyes were getting a bit puffy and red from all the wiping. His nose was runny and also red like his eyes. “Harry, want to head to the doctors to get a prescription?” you asked, sitting down next to him on the couch. “No,” he croaked, letting you know his throat was scratchy as well. “C’mon, hun, you need something for those allergies. You’ll feel a whole lot better.” You moved closer and took his hands into yours, he was just about to argue, but then he got a fit of sneezes. He sniffled after, asking you for a tissue. “See what I mean? It’ll help you,” you pushed, giving him the box. “Can I just take the over the counter stuff?” he asked, leaning over and cuddling his head into your neck. “Please, babe. I don’t want to go to the doctor,” he complained, wrapping his arms around you. The more he whined, the more you felt the need to give into him. Which, of course, you did. “Fine, but if it doesn’t help, you’re going to the doctor.” “Gotcha,” he said, pulling back and smiling at you.

Liam: Your alarm had been going off, urging you to wake up. When you went to open your eyes, only your right one opened. Your left eye, on the other hand, had felt like it was glued shut. You went to rub it, wondering what was wrong, only to find that there was crusties around it. “What the hell?” you said, opening your eye. “What’s wrong?” he asked, walking out of the bathroom with just a towel on. “Something’s wrong with my eye,” you said, sitting up in bed as he walked over to you. He sat on the edge of the bed and pulled your head into his hands. He examined your eye, letting his thumb run under it. “Aw, babe, I think you have pink eye. It’s red and there dried puss around it. Lay back and I’ll get a warm wash towel to clean it up,” he said, standing up and going into the bathroom. “We need to take you to the doctor’s, love. Pink eye is contagious, so we need to get it treated,” he said, getting up to get ready. “Alright,” you grumbled, knowing that he wouldn’t let you get out of going to the doctor’s.

I don’t know what this was.

"He’s an idiot. I know. Those same words roll through my mind several times on a daily basis, and then I laugh because I know that without him life wouldn’t hold half as much flavor. He breathes happiness into me like it was air, so vitally necessary to my existence that I hardly realize it’s presence until it’s gone. I’ve finally found an anchor to this world, but he doesn’t clip my wings and cage me like some captive bird. No.

If anything, he gives me more reason to fly.”

- Vielynne ( morebarkthanbite )

One Shot // The Proposal

This could have honestly gone 30 different directions but this is just one of those directions. (one direction, get it?)

There had once been a version of Taylor that believed in fairytale romance. It was when she was young—when she was undeniably naïve. She had believed in soul mates, happily ever after and unending happiness. By 24, though, her heart had hardened. Broken promises, wandering eyes, and heartbreak had opened her eyes to a cold reality. She was never bitter but she stopped believing so whole-heartedly in romance. She had settled for looking for mediocre love as opposed to the extraordinary love she’d once dreamed of.

But then, things had changed. She found Harry. Well, technically, re-found Harry. They had a false start of a relationship when they were too young; she was broken and learning who she was and he was trying to balance rising fame and being an 18-year-old boy. They’d fallen a part only to fall back together as friends. They crossed the lines between friends and a little bit more before shifting back to just friends. It was in the time of being just friends Taylor found herself falling in love.

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Each time
I’ve said ‘I love you’
in the past week,
I’ve been
lying.
I used
to love you.
We were
fresh like spring flowers
after a bitter winter.
We were
new like a baby’s smile
after a new discovery.
But we no longer
linger in between kisses
or meet in the middle
of anything other
than your sheets.
We barely
look at each other.
I’m afraid we have
exhausted all
second chances.
There’s no promises
in tomorrow that
will hold us up.
I can’t help but wonder
when the moment
came when you couldn’t
remember to call
bullshit on my bluffs.
How many
more times will you
look at me
full of tongue
but no truth to keep
holding us together?
—  Kei, things i’ll never get to say

💦Hot showers are amazing.💦

Flashing Lights | Chapter Eleven (NYE)

:: KEEP IN MIND THIS IS A MATURE FANFICTION, READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION, THANK YOU::

A/N: I am so, so sorry for only uploading this now, I know it’s kind of late, but I’ve been really busy with exams and homework all that kind of boring stuff, but here it is, I hope you like it.

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I looked at myself in the mirror, dressed in a black knee-length dress and black pumps that made me look at least seven centimeters taller than usual, I looked… well, I looked hot. My hair full of elegant curls, my eyes blacker than usual and my lips red as fire, I was ready to start the new year looking better than ever.

Harry and I had come back to London a few days after christmas and as soon as we got back, he asked me to go out with him and his friends to celebrate new year’s eve. I’d said yes of course, I wanted to meet his friends, and for him to meet mine even if my only real friend was Ben. So there I stood, in my room, in front of my mirror, wondering if I was overdressed or if I was too casual…I decided to put those thoughts away and headed to the bathroom to spray myself with my favourite perfume.

I let out a squeal when I felt two strong arms lift me off the floor but relaxed as soon as that familiar scent invaded my nostrils.

“Jesus fucking christ, you scared me! You have to stop doing that!” I’d given Harry a key to my apartment as he’d given me a key to his, but if he kept walking in and scaring me like this I was going to throw that key down the toilet.

“Sorry, love” he kissed my neck and placed me back on my feet, still holding me against his chest.

I looked to the mirror in front of us and smiled at what I saw. Harry stood behind me, looking handsome as always, in his black skinny jeans, a simple black shirt only half-way buttoned with a black blazer and his beloved brown leather boots. Bastard. He knew what it did to me when he wore all black! He kept kissing my neck with his warm, plump lips making me shiver

His hand left my hip and came up caressing my body until it reached my throat, he held me like that, his eyes always on mine through the mirror. He held my new necklace in his hand. “I  really like this on you…” I dropped my head on his shoulder my eyes closed, as he kissed my neck and his free hand traveled down to my thigh, lifting my dress.

“We can’t… We’ll be late for dinner…” My voice as so weak and shaky I wasn’t even sure I’d said that out loud. Harry had amazing long fingers and soft skin that made me lose control all the time, but if I didn’t end what he was about to do, we would be spending our christmas eve in bed while his friends waited for us…

“We still have a few minutes…” He ignored my request and I let out a small gasp when his fingers brushed against my soft wet skin.

“Baby please…” He chuckled and honestly I too was amused by my begging. I didn’t know what I was begging him for, if it was for him to stop or to continue.

“No panties? Jesus…” When he sank his teeth on my neck ready to bite me and leave a noticeable mark I put my hand on his arm, stopping him to go any further. “You can’t be dressed like that and expect me to behave and wait all night to be inside you!” He was pouting like a child who had been denied ice-cream before dinner.

“You will have to behave and wait until the night is over… Believe me, the idea is not pleasing to me either and don’t bite me, I don’t want to meet your friends with love bites all over my neck!” He was grinning now, and so was I. God I love him.

“Alright, let’s go then, they’re probably already waiting” As I left the bathroom to go get my purse and jacket, he slapped my butt. “You haven’t kissed me yet, kiss me!” I turned around and jumped in his arms, hooking my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck as I brought our lips together.

“Now I have to reapply my lipstick” I gave him another peck and left him to go redo my makeup.

 

Thirty minutes later I was stepping out of Harry’s Ranger Rover, as he held the door open for me. Since the day Harry had invited me to meet his friends I hadn’t been too nervous but I certainly was now. Unfortunately, I was one of those people who felt the need to be liked, it I was stupid I knew that, but it didn’t change the fact that it hurt me when people didn’t like me and it pleased me to know they did like me. And I wanted his friends to like me, because I loved Harry and I knew my friends would be ecstatic to meet him.

He held my hand in his and gave it a reassuring squeeze, “Don’t be nervous baby, they’re amazing, you’re amazing… You’ll get along perfectly!” I smiled at him, but didn’t answer.

The restaurant was a cozy restaurant near Hampstead. Harry had reserved the restaurant for us all, not wanting to be disturbed while he was having fun with his friends.

As we entered, a blonde, skinny woman hugged him and I let go of his hand. It was probably Louise, their make-up artist and one of Harry’s closest friends. Harry let go of her and held my hand, a proud smile on his face that made my heart melt, “Joanna, this is Lou, a close friend of mine, she’s a pain in the ass sometimes but I’m sure you’ll love her. Lou this is Joanna, my girlfriend, she’s really sweet you’ll love her too!” Lou gave me a friendly hug and then Harry pulled me away from her and introduced me to all his other friends. Gemma and Niall were there too and I felt relieved to have someone there who I already knew and was kind of familiar with.

After dinner we were all talking and laughing at stupid stories and jokes. Harry was sitting in front of me, laughing at something Tom was saying but I was only focused on the way Harry looked so happy and how beautiful he was. How in love I was with him.

“He’s smitten. He loves you! He’s never been this way about a girl before… He simply can’t stop talking about you. He was with me the day after the AMAs… He was devastated, he really was scared of losing you, he told me so himself” Lou sweetly at me and I couldn’t help smile back.

“I really love him too. And that night was absolutely awful to me, too” Harry looked at me and reached for my hand across the table, held it and placed a kiss on the palm of my hand before intertwining our fingers together and going back to his conversation.

“Listen… Harry’s a sweet boy, he wears his heart on his sleeve and that can be good but sometimes and with his job, it can also be really bad for him. You seem like a good, honest girl but please don’t hurt him. It’d crush him.” She was whispering so that Harry wouldn’t hear her. And I wondered if I should feel insulted by what she was telling me but I decided I shouldn’t and I didn’t. Lou was a good friend to Harry she wanted for him to be happy and so did I. Plus, there was no way I’d ever leave him or hurt him on purpose.

“I understand and you don’t have to worry, it’s more likely for me to get hurt than the other way around. I love Harry too much to hurt him” I smiled at her, and the conversation was over when Gemma joined us and we started talking about Lou’s sister’s hair salon.

 

Around eleven pm, I was a little more than tipsy, I was happy and I felt like celebrating. I was at the bar, ordering another drink, probably my fourth or eighth, when Harry came up behind me and wrapped me in his arms. He smelled good as always even after a long day, now he smelled like a sweet mix of Tom Ford’s perfume and alcohol. He nuzzled my neck and I instinctively leaned into his touch, “Don’t drink too much, I have plans for us when we get home…” Before I could stop him, one of his hands was inside my dress, on my thigh dangerously close to where I craved him most.

“You’re in a mood to tease today aren’t you?” I put my hand over his and with the alcohol running through my system, I too was in the mood to torture him a little bit. I moved his hand a little higher, higher enough so he could rub his fingers against my dampness. He let out a throaty groan and I smirked.

“You’re so wet” I couldn’t help but moan when he entered two fingers inside me. I kept looking around afraid someone would see us, but everyone was oblivious to what was happening, “As soon as I get you home, I’ll fuck you so hard you won’t be able to get out of bed in the morning” I pulled his hand away and with my eyes fixated on his, I brought his fingers to my lips and sucked on them, a small prelude to what I’d be doing to him later that night.

His body was glued to mine so that no one would see what I was doing to his precum-coated fingers. He closed his eyes and as soon as I pulled his fingers out of my mouth, his lips were on mine in a hard kiss full of lust and want. His hands held each side of my face as mine locked around his neck, gripping his hair and pulling him closer to me. I could feel his arousal on my leg and it only made me want to drag him somewhere and fuck him until he saw stars.

The door to the restaurant opened but that didn’t stop us, what stopped us was the voice that boomed through the restaurant seconds later, “Get a fucking room Styles!” Harry cursed against my lips and touched his forehead to mine, his eyes were dark and I knew if we kept this up we’d home sooner than expected and starting two thousand fifteen with him inside me. Not a bad idea actually…

I could feel my cheeks burning with embarrassment, I almost seemed to forget everyone and everything when I was with Harry. He smiled at me and pecked my lips once again before holding my hand and turning away to answer to the guy who’d interrupted us, “Shut up Josh, and get over here so I can introduce you to someone” I kept kept my eyes on my drink, embarrassed, but that voice, and that name, sounded oddly familiar. I looked up and laughed when I saw that Josh was in fact the guy I’d met at the bar the night Harry was in LA.

“Hi Josh, I’m Joanna nice to meet you!” Josh looked at me and I could see he recognized me as he shook my hand with a funny look on his face.

“I remember you, I didn’t know you were friends with this guy here” Josh placed his hand on Harry’s shoulder, as he looked between us with a frown, obviously confused.

“You two know each other?” Harry seemed beside confuse, and I didn’t know how he’d react to this. He put his arm around my shoulders and held me close to him.

“Kind of. We met each other a few weeks ago at a bar… Called a couple of times, she never called back. That’s kind of mean you know?” He was smiling, so I guessed he was probably joking. Harry on the other way didn’t find it funny.

“Maybe because she has a boyfriend” He sounded casual, and to any other person who didn’t know him well enough, they’d say he looked normal and calm, but I knew better. The way he was holding me to his side, and the way he talked I knew he wasn’t that calm.

“She didn’t tell me she had a boyfriend, sorry man” I found this amusing to be honest, the guy who kept flirting with me was Harry’s friend and Harry was jealous.

“Oh don’t worry and I’m sorry I didn’t call you back” Josh smirked, and left us when Nick came over and starting talking to him.

I turned to Harry, who seemed to be troubled, “What’s wrong? What’s wrong?” He raised his voice slightly, but still not enough for other people to hear us. Suddenly, he took my hand and led me away from the bar. He kept walking fast until we reached the bathroom. As soon as we were inside I was pushed against the door, his hands on my hair and his body pressing mine. All this reminded me the day he walked in the lift at my work and told me it wasn’t over, “You went to a bar and gave your number to some guy who flirted with you? You gave your number to Josh without thinking twice and didn’t think you should’ve told me?” Oh I’d never seen him this angry and jealous.

“Oh come, you surely can’t be jealous! I only gave him my number because he kept talking to me, nothing happened, he didn’t even buy me a drink, I just went home after that” After that I called you and your ex answered saying you were in the fucking shower. I wanted to say that, but I knew he’d just get angrier and he’d explained what’d happened so I wasn’t going to bring it up.

He brought his face closer to mine, so close I could feel his breathing on my lips as he kept staring at me, “Listen to me. I’ve said before and I’ll say it again until you understand. You are mine. You better keep that in mind love, because I’ll never let you leave me, you’re stuck with me, and only me” I smirked, pleased that I could get sweet Harry so jealous and possessive. I held his jaw with one hand.

“If I’m yours, you are fucking mine. We’re both going to fuck up in this relationship but I trust you more than I’ve ever trusted anyone, so don’t ruin it. I love you, and you do not have to be jealous. Ever. I am yours!” Before he could answer I kissed him. He reacted instantly and pushed me against the door at the same time his tongue pushed inside my mouth. His hands were everywhere and I was ready to give up and tell him to take me in that bathroom when someone knocked on the door.

“Sorry to interrupt but I really have to pee” It was Gem, and I blushed when I realized this was the second time she’d caught us.

Harry protested with a grunt but finally moved away so I could open the door. Gem looked at us with a funny look but said nothing as we left the bathroom hand in hand.

 

As midnight came, the champagne bottle was opened and Harry was kissing me gently this time, “Happy new year baby, I love you”

I kissed him back, “Happy new year, I love you too”

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We got to his apartment around three o’clock. The rest of the night had been torture for we couldn’t keep our hands off each other. The drive had been slightly dangerous but we got home safe.

I dropped my purse on the counter and followed Harry into the bedroom where he removed his boots. I took my dress off and stood in front of him in my black pumps and black lace lingerie. I turned around towards the mirror he had in his room, and leaned provocatively to remove my earrings. I yelped when he picked me up and threw me on his bed. I giggled when he crawled to me and positioned himself between my legs. He kissed my belly button and my navel, and before he could get any lower, I stopped him, “Please no foreplay, you’ve been teasing me all night, I’m more than ready, just fuck me!” He grinned and looked at me with dark eyes and an expression of pure lust.

“Sorry love didn’t hear you, could you repeat?” I huffed annoyed at him, but I was so desperate I swallowed my pride.

“Fuck me. Plea-” Before I could finish he pushed inside me with a low groan. I moaned at how good it felt to feel him stretching me.

Mine. You are mine, this is mine” I moaned again, louder this tine, as he kept thrusting into me. Each thrust better and deeper than the last. He stopped and I was about to protest when he turned me around so that I was lying on my stomach. He lifted my hips and I arched my back, “Is this ok baby?” What a stupid question.

“Yes, hurry up!” My voice was shaky and weak from all the moaning and screaming. I shivered when I felt his strong hand slide down the length of my back. Then he with a hard grip he squeezed both my cheeks and pushed into me. I arched my back and his hand flew to my throat and held me like that as he fucked me senseless.

I moaned his name over and over, and he fisted my hair to bring my face close to his, “Say my name, let everyone know who’s making you feel this good” He slapped my right cheek and groaned, his voice raspier and rougher than usual.

He changed rhythm, thrusting faster and deeper, each thrust more intense than the last, as he let out deep breaths that I could feel on my neck as he held my throat. I turned my face around and slide my tongue inside his mouth.

It was all too much, too many feelings all at once, too much pleasure and too much love. I wouldn’t last much longer and neither would he. It felt impossible not to scream because it felt too good. I kept screaming and moaning his name, asking him to fuck me harder. My body matched the rhythm of his movements and that put him over the edge.

Gently, he pushed my torso down so that my ass was lifted high in the air and it made everything so much more pleasurable. The penetration at that angle was so intense and deep I could feel the brink of my orgasm.

“Come baby, come all over my cock” That was what set me off, I screamed his name as my orgasm pulsed through me. I was so hot my blood felt like fire running through my veins.

As I came down from it, he pounced into me faster, pulled out and flipped me on my back. With one knee on each side of my ribs, I pulled my breasts together as he fucked them and seconds later I could feel warm liquid all over my chest as he groaned my name.

He collapsed on top of me, his warm, sweaty body on top of mine was a welcome weigt. He kissed me softly on the lips which was kind of the total opposite of what we’d just done. I grinned at the thought. “What’s so funny?” He pushed the sweaty hair out of my face as I did the same with his.

“We just fucked like two wild animals, I’m coated in your come and yet you kiss me like I’m made of glass…” He smiled a shy smile, and kissed me again. I moved to go shower but he stopped me.

“No. I’m sleepy, we’ll shower in the morning, come here” After that I was sleepy too, what a long night it had been. I moved next to him and curled around his body, my head on his chest as he ran his fingers up and down my spine in a soothing way, “Happy new year baby” He whispered.

“You’re the best thing that has ever happened to me. Happy new year love” He pulled me closer to him but didn’t answer and seconds after, we were both sound asleep.

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Joanna’s outfit 

A/N: I’ll upload the next chapter tomorrow night.

Pants off dance off. (Ft. My Grumpy Cat Christmas Edition tee)😛

the longer she waited
the longer her nights became
his tears became heavier
with each beat of his heavy heart
his room filled up with glassy smoke
her eyes filled up with smoky glass
he didn’t want to breathe
she didn’t want to see
they were both so broke
and broken from being
with each other for too long
they’re not longing for each other
anymore
—  they said they were too different
hideaway { chapter eleven; }

A night at a club leads Daisy Prescott to being drugged, kidnapped and sold to an underground group who are some of the biggest drug suppliers in London.

While some of the boys in charge send her running for home – Harry Styles gives her a very clear reason to stay.

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