1d-one-direction

GUYS

OK SO REMEMBER WHEN THIS HAPPENED

OK WELL YOU KNOW THE GUY THAT HARRY MADE A BIRTHDAY POST FOR TODAY? WELL I STALKED HIS IG AND CLEARLY HIM AND HARRY HAVE BEEN FRIENDS FOR FOREVER AND HE HAS A BUNCH OF PICTURES OF HARRY AND ALSO LOU AND LOTTIE AND OK HE POSTED A PIC OF HIS FRIEND READING:

THAT PIC WAS TAKEN A WHILE BEFORE LOUIS WAS PAPPED WITH THE BOOK. GUYS WHAT IF IT’S THE SAME BOOK AND HARRY’S PHOTOGRAPHER FRIEND LOANED IT OR GOT IT BACK FROM THE GIRL AND RECOMMENDED IT TO HARRY AND HARRY READ IT AND THEN RECOMMENDED IT TO LOUIS LIKE COME ON HOW LIKELY IS IT THAT IT JUST HAPPENED TO BE THIS SAME EXACT BOOK AND ITS NOT LIKE LOUIS JUST GOES AROUND CARRYING BOOKS ALL THE TIME. I KNOW THIS ISN’T EXACTLY LARRY PROOF BUT LIKE IMAGINE HARRY TALKING ABOUT THE BOOK WITH LOUIS AND GETTING HIM TO READ IT AND THERE’S A POST ABOUT THE BOOK AND I CANT FIND IT BUT IM PRETTY SURE IT’S SOMETHING ABOUT LIKE CORPORATE BUSINESS MEN CORRUPTION AND CRAZINESS TYPE STUFF AND LOUIS WAS PAPPED WITH IT RIGHT AROUND THE START OF BABYGATE. IM TELLING U GUYS THIS IS SOMETHING EVERYTHING IS CONNECTED NOTHING IS COINCIDENTAL WE MUST KEEP CONSTANT VIGILANCE AND LARRY IS REAL

We’re on fire now (completed)

Harry loves Louis. Louis loves Harry. Fantastic, right? It can’t get much better than falling head-long in love with your best friend? 

Sometimes, falling in love is the easy part. When you’re in the biggest band in the world, and your boss comes from the old school where ‘fans want to date their idols’ nothing is going to be straight forward. 

Through the tough times, Harry and Louis find that family and friends can do amazing things. Even the worst people can change when pushed. And that as long as it’s built on sturdy foundations, love really can conquer all.

Featuring: Harry and Louis in love. Fabulously supportive Gemma. Fierce lioness mum’s. A band of brothers. And Simon being Simon.  

Set several months in to the iron closet, featuring angst, smut and an eventual happy ending.

Rating: Explicit.

Pairing: H/L

Warnings: Explicit language/content, brief mentions of alcohol, discussion and repercussions of enforced closeting.

Word Count: 40,000

Completed work on Ao3

Note from the author - Hi! This is my first fic (please don’t let that put you off!). I hope you enjoy it. I’ve loved writing it. Harry and Louis’ love story is pretty good inspiration. A big thank you to @aslowmotionaccident for words of advice and guidance, @intenselouis for some sound advice to get me on the right track and @conscious–ramblings for giving me the push to see this through (and maybe featuring in it at the end!). And my band on beta’s @happilysunlight @larrybitsandbobs @onedcupoftea and @indreamsbegin

Enjoy, and please let me know what you think, I have realised I am needy and live for comments! 

Lucy x

1D Hiatus: Day 60

* Pictures of Louis and Harry (seperately) out in LA yesterday come out

* Harry meets fans in Malibu

* Niall is spotted on the beach and at the airport in the Philippines

It’s Feb 11th, 2016.

A.M. part 2

Harry Styles - 2304 words (Requested)
YOU CAN READ PART 1 RIGHT HERE.

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A weird noise leaves my lips as I stretch out fully, the blanket scuffing over my bare legs as I wriggle them around just the tiniest bit, loving the coolness that seeps into my hot body. Flashes of the night before appear in my mind and I smile to myself, pulling the blanket up higher so my chest is covered and I can rest my arms on top of the dark blue fabric. I know I stayed with Harry last night, if it wasn’t the cologne, wavering around the air that gave it away, it would be the expensive, silky sheets that rub against me. Or the heat dripping off of the boy still asleep next to me.

I slowly blink as I open my eyes, taking in my surroundings, eyes darting from the white curtains that hold out just enough light to the open door to the bathroom, all the way to his desk on the other side of the room. I had been in here multiple times before, helping Harry get ready for a date as I searched through his closet for the perfect outfit while he took a shower just a door over. But never had I spent a night here, let alone in his bed, almost completely bare, with him next to me.

I let my head fall to the side, eyeing the large, tan body of Harry slowly rising up before falling down again, his slow, steady breathing indicating he was still asleep. I didn’t regret a single thing from last night, but I’m not sure how he felt about it. He was the one to ask me to stay the night, but I had heard him speak over and over again how much he regretted certain one night stands before and didn’t know how to get them out of his flat. And they weren’t his friends. They were random girls. I wasn’t ready to lose Harry, for him to step out of my life.

I swallow harshly, my gaze focusing back on the chandelier above our heads, transfixed on the twinkle on the glass ornaments from the incoming sunlight. A slow breeze, originating from the open window, blows through the room, making the same ornaments dangle above me, dancing with one another like they didn’t have a care in the world besides swaying from side to side, sparkling whenever a bam of sunlight would hit the right spot.

What if Harry regretted this whole ordeal? Would our friendship be over? Would I even be allowed to hang out with our friend group anymore? I hadn’t given it much thought yesterday when Harry’s lips pressed to mine in such a mind blowing matter that the only think I could think about was him, him and him. I always had a weak spot for Harry, but as I had said many times to Sheryl before, who didn’t? He was the talk of town, his smile, dimples and eyes stealing everyone’s breath away.

I hear some sort of sound resonating out of Harry, which resembles a grunt of some sort, but he merely turns on his back before snoring away the day again. I realize I had been frozen still, staring at his frame as his mouth parts and he lets a breath slip past his lips. I relax my body again, turning over on my side to grasp my phone Harry had put on the night stand after he had retrieved my clothes late last night.

“Holy shit.” I let the words tumble out of my lips, maybe a bit louder than I first intended and I turn towards Harry briefly to see if I had woken him. He takes a deep breath but doesn’t wake, and I turn back around to my phone which flashes six missed calls from our mates. I firstly go to the messages I had received, some of Oscar, others of Sheryl, but all with the same content.

Where are you?! H is not here either. CALL ME BACK!!

My eyes widen when I realize the time, a little past a quarter to two. We had agreed to meet each other at one, all of us. I drop my phone back onto the expensive mahogany and flip around, roughly pushing Harry awake. Harry stirs, trying to push me away but I slap his chest once with my flat hand and his eyes immediately shoot open at the same time his phone starts ringing obnoxiously loud again.

“We seriously slept in! We’re not even fabulously late anymore.” I shriek as I sit up, clutching the blanket to my chest when I realize I am wearing one of Harry’s shirts, but with no bra. Harry tiredly rubs his eyes, one hand raising to rest beneath his head as the other arm falls onto the tattooed butterfly on his pecks. “We’re already late now, don’t stress.” Harry groans, closing his eyes again and I poke him in the side with one of my pointy fingers, retracting a jerk and a shriek from Harry’s pink lips.

“Alright alright.” Harry huffs as he turns over, grabbing his phone, pressing it to his ear as he mutters out something that probably had to resemble an hello.  
“I was still asleep, sorry mate.” Harry rubs his forehead as his eyes dart towards me, our gazes meeting for a split second before he stares at the ceiling. “Y/n? Uh, she – She left quite late last night. Probably asleep as well. I’ll pick her up on my way. I’ll see you later. Hm. Yeah, okay.”

My eyebrows are furrowed as I stare at Harry. I know, and appreciate, that he wouldn’t tell Oscar – probably – that I was actually right beside him at the moment, but somehow I am still somewhat offended for him to want to keep it a secret – does that make any sense at all?

“I – uh – well, they’re waiting for us. Might want to get dressed.” Harry states while shrugging his shoulders nonchalantly, pushing the blanket off of his body and raising to his feet, black boxers hanging low on his hips, showing off his V-line while he stalks to his walk-in closet. I sit still in bed, watching Harry shrug on his skintight black jeans, leaving the button open as he searching through the rack in search for a shirt. I shake my head, trying to get last night out of my mind as I stand to my feet as well. I throw my clothes onto the bed, the first thing in my hands being my own jeans.

I curse loudly when I see the large stain on my shirt, pretty visible when I pull it over my head. “Fucking hell, I am so fucking clumsy.” I curse as I look at myself in the mirror, seeing if I can cover it up with the loose jacket I was wearing but just to my luck, I couldn’t.
“I have a few shirts that are too small for me, maybe it’ll fit you?”

“Won’t they ask questions?” I state as I already pull my shirt over my head, tossing it into Harry’s laundry bin while taking one of the shirts he mentioned from his hands. “Thank you.” I smile gratefully as I start to button them, starting near my breasts and working my way down. It is a bit large for me, but I could pull it off as just an oversized dress shirt if I tucked it in.
“I haven’t worn that in years. So if Sheryl keeps track of what and who I wear, she might notice. Otherwise..” Harry shrugs his shoulders again and I roll my eyes when I turn around to give myself a once over in the mirror while I work my way around my body, tucking the shirt into my jeans and letting it hang loose at some points to give me that I don’t give a fuck look. Well right now I couldn’t give less shits anyway.

I comb my fingers through my hair to get it into a high, messy bun, but my eyes keep following Harry’s tracks through his room through the mirror. He seems awkward, not knowing what to say and I absolutely loathe it. “Harry?” I state into the tense air, his body freezing in its spot before he turns his head towards me and we both make eye contact through the mirror.
“Do you – like, regret it?” I bite my lip as soon as the words leave my mouth, not ready for the hurtful answer that might follow.

It takes Harry a while to answer, his mouth opening and closing like a fish on dry land as one of his hands awkwardly scratch his neck. “I – uh – well – “ I decide to help him out of his misery, turning away from the mirror so I wouldn’t have to see him again, grabbing my purse from one of the chairs in his room and walking towards the door.
“I understand. I’ll wait downstairs.” And with those words, I disappear through the door opening and I hear Harry curse behind me, my flat hand pressed against my forehead before I let my fingers massage my temple while I step down the stairs, taking slow, shallow breaths. It feels as if I’m walking away from my life, and it sends a burning sensation through my bones. I step into the kitchen, letting myself fall on one of his wooden, handmade chairs, my head immediately dropping on the table as I curse inwardly.

I hear Harry’s footsteps come down, the loudness echoing off of the walls. I lift my head, supporting it with one of my hands, elbow leaning onto the table as I just stare at the different shades of brown of this table, I don’t know what to say to him. I didn’t realize I would feel this hurt.

“Y/n?” His voice chimes through the kitchen and I push myself up on my feet, keeping my gaze on the wall in front of me. “Ready?” I breathe, my bag already slung over my shoulder before I turn towards him. He stops me from passing him with an outstretched arm, the same arm curling around my shoulders and hauling me back in, pushing me in front of him. “I don’t.”

“Hm?” I gaze up, Harry being a good head taller than me, his gaze first on something behind me before his eyes dart down to make eye contact. “I don’t regret it, it’s just – I don’t know what to say.”
A small smile makes its way onto my lips and I pat his chest briefly, letting my hand rest there as both his arms raise to rest on my hips. “I’m already glad to hear that.”

I let my fingers curl around Harry’s wrist and pull him towards the front door, we are already incredibly late and I don’t want to be any later, not wanting to upset our friends. I’d deal with my own feeling when I was at home later on in the evening. The car ride is silent, my mind swirling with thoughts as some love song lowly resonates through the car.

“Maybe we should try something.” Harry surprises me by resting his hand on my thigh, giving it the slightest of squeezes, one I wouldn’t even feel if I wasn’t so transfixed on his arm on my leg.
“Try what?” I breathe, eyes glued to his hand as I see his pointer finger glide up and down, soothing the tension I was building up by the small gesture.

“I don’t know, something. Like keep this going or going on a date or something.” Harry shrugs his shoulders as if it isn’t a big deal what he’s saying, but I can see in the way he grits his teeth and his jaw is locked that he is nervous for what my response might be. Those are two extremes. Either way he wants to be friends with benefits for the time being, or he wants to go on a date. I’m not sure if I should hyperventilate or not.

“You want to go on a date, with me?” I stumble over my words, the corners of my mouth slightly lifted as I stare at Harry in wonder. I can see the color of his cheeks changing to a slighter rosé hue and I suppress a giggle, Harry grinning at me before focusing back on the road. “Well, yeah. But I’m fine with – you know.” His smile falters near the end of his sentence, turning the steering wheel to park near the coffee shop we were supposed to meet our friends over an hour ago.

“You better make this a great date, then.” I chuckle as I push myself out of the seat and close the car door behind me, Harry still sitting behind the wheel as I approach the front of the car, motioning for him to get out. He seems to snap out of it and quickly exits his car, jogging up to walk beside me as the grin I sport doesn’t seem to fade any second. “You – you serious?”
I push the door open, a bell above my head chiming that there are new customers in the building.

“Of course, H.” I smile as we approach our mates, my attention directed elsewhere as I greet our mates. “I’m so sorry, Apparently I slept in, very long. Harry buzzed me out of my bed.” I laugh, Sheryl piping in with me as I take my seat across from her, Harry sliding into the seat besides me. Oscar pats my back as he assures me it is fine, Drew was joining us later on.  Oscar though stares at Harry with a questioning glare, his fingers gripping his chin while he keeps his gaze.
“Why are you smiling like an idiot?”

I really enjoyed writing this second part, so I hope you enjoy reading it!
Lots of love,
L. xox

anonymous asked:

Hi emily, could you maybe write a tfln about Harry's teenage son texting him for advice on what to get his girlfriend for valentines day as its on sunday and what not. Its just a cute idea i thought of :)xx

Oh my goodness, I can see Alfie being all cute and shy about getting his first girlfriend a cute-ass Valentines gift. Oh my goodness. ;) If you’d like to request for one, you can send it into my ask box, as long as they are linked to the Wedding/Pregnancy Series. xx

Harry. Alfie.

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Dad?

Yes, mate?

What did you buy mum on your first Valentines Day?

Like, how did you sweep her off her feet?

What did I do to your mum? Well, I brought her a couple of boxes of her favourite chocolates. Some of her favourite flowers and I think I took her out for a dinner and a film at the cinema. 

You’re asking me about a day that was about 17 years ago. Why? What’s up?

I just, I’m not sure what I want to buy Hannah for Valentines Day … Like, she’s my first girlfriend ad I want to do it right. 

Oh, Alfie. Mate, you’ve been together for 5 months now. You survived Christmas together - what did you buy for her then?

I got her chocolates and a book she’s been after for ages. Mum said it was a cute gift idea and she helped me find the book and pay for it and stuff. She loved it. I just, I want your ideas because you’re a man and you do this for mum every year.

I do outshine myself every year. Do you know what I’m doing for mum this year?

What?

I’m going to take her off to a spa weekend. Just me and her. You have the weekend to yourself - with Auntie Gem just a phonecall away, and P’s always down the road with her boyfriend if you need her. 

You can bring Hannah home and have a night in with takeaway - me and your mum did that years before you were born and years before we got married. I remember that. 

Maybe. I guess. I did have one idea - I saw the photo of mum and you from years ago, in the frame on her bedside table and I knew you’d done it for her and I thought maybe that would be a good idea. 

Or is it too early to do something like that?

No. Of course not. I brought your mother that photo frame a few months into our relationship. I think it sounds great. Do you want me to get it processed for you? 

Uhm, is that okay? I know you’re busy and everything with jumping from studio to studio. 

It’s absolutely fine, mate. If you send me the photo, I’ll get it printed and your mother can help you with a frame. 

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Look at you, you little stud. Taking after your father. ;)

Shut up, dad. That’s her favourite photo of us.

And besides, Uncle Louis says I take after him in the relationship department. ;)

Oh. You definitely take after Uncle Louis in the sass department - you’ve been spending too much time with his sons, I’m telling you. ;)

But that’s a great photo. I’ll get it printed off and we can find a frame at home and we can go buy her chocolates or something on Friday evening and we’ll kick-ass for your first Valentines. 

Don’t tell your mother I swore.

I won’t, dad. Only ‘cause you’re helping me with this. ;)

Thank you. :)

anonymous asked:

When my daughter was just born, she would always cry on car rides, absolutely HATED being in her car seat. I had never heard of 1D at the time and being a music snob, didn't listen to the radio much lol. But I turned it on out of desperation and WMYB was on. She IMMEDIATELY stopped crying and cooed along with them and went right back to crying when it was over! I obvs went home and downloaded all their albums lol. Now she's 3 and still very much in love with "her guys" !

Babies. love. 1. d. 

Originally posted by omgplzarry