"When was the last time you let your heart decide?"
An 8th year drabble….
“When was the last time you let your heart decide?” Harry whispers.
He is so close that Draco can smell the treacle tart the other boy had for tea and see the finger prints on his glasses that Draco had put there only moments before when Harry had grabbed his robe and dragged him into the dark alcove at the end of the fourth floor corridor.
“Stop making excuses. I’m not talking about what you think anyone else wants. I’m talking about you.”
Draco looks down at Harry’s fingers resting on his forearm, can practically hear his heart beating out of his chest, and wonders how on earth Harry makes everything sound so simple when he knows it isn’t.
Draco thinks of the salacious articles about them in the Daily Prophet over the last few weeks and about the things he hears people whispering when they think he can’t hear…
“He’s not good enough for Harry.” “He must’ve used a love potion Harry would never forgive him.”
“Why would Harry want to be with him when he could have anyone.”
It makes his stomach churn; he knows he won’t ever be good enough for Harry in the eyes of the Wizarding World.
He’s shocked out of his thoughts by warm, calloused fingers tilting his chin up. He shudders at the memory of all the places those fingers were last night.
Harry is looking at him as if he is the only thing in the world that matters and in that moment Draco wants it so desperately to be true.
“They don’t matter. They never have. I don’t give a flying fuck what anyone else thinks. I want you, and nothing will change that.”
His words are fierce in their intensity and Draco can do nothing but believe him. This is Harry. His Harry. Brave, foolish, honest to a fault Harry.
“Yes well you always have been a bit of a heathen,” Draco mumbles, his throat tight with emotion.
“That’s why you love me,” Harry answers pressing their foreheads together as he entwines their fingers.
“Yes, Harry, Yes it is,” he answers, rewarded with a smile that makes every shred of doubt float away.
As Harry closes the small distance between them, finally kissing him as if his life depended on it he thinks that if Harry can have that much faith in him, he can have that my faith in them.
A/N: The first Harry imagine I write and it’s sad, boo. But hey, it’s insanely long! And this is the first time I’ve tried to write their accents (feedback appreciated)! Enjoy!
Word count: 8000+
Gif not mine!
My thumb strums across the strings once to check the sound. Still sounds a little wonky. I twist one of the knobs on the head of the guitar to adjust it and try again. A bit better, but it’s still not that desired acoustic sound I’m looking for. Apart from the guitar, Louis random shuffling on the couch is the only noise I hear in the large living room. His tattooed left arm is draped across his face to block out the sun rays that shine through the giant windows as he sleeps the afternoon away. Right beside him is Liam, whose elbow is propped up on the arm of the couch. His brown eyes are locked on his phone as he scrolls through Twitter most likely. The boredom that is written all over his face is taking a toll, too. He looks like he could fall asleep at any moment like Louis.
The lads insisted on just getting together and hanging out for the day at Niall’s place, doing nothing except escape the hustle and bustle of the famous life. Too bad it didn’t work out like that, well for us it did, but not for Niall. Ever since he released his solo single and working on his golf partnership, he’s been busier than ever, always in the studio and interviews. That’s where he is currently, thankfully it’s just a quick meeting with the record label. He said he’d be back anytime now, but that was fifteen minutes ago. Our break is more than halfway over, and I’m glad to see that everyone is enjoying it. Louis with his dad duties, Liam is traveling, I just finished up the movie Dunkirk, and Niall is making his solo music; it’s great to relax once in awhile.
I give my guitar one final strum, and it rings beautifully in my ears. Finally, I think to myself. My fingers expertly pluck the strings, making up the balladic tune as I go. Thankfully these lessons Niall gave me awhile ago are starting to pay off.
“Oh?” Liam interrupts and sits forward in his seat. He flicks his gaze up to me, apologetically. “Sorry Harry, Niall is calling.”
I let out a sarcastic chuckle and turn to sit more comfortably on the coffee table. “Probably t'say he’ll be here in five minutes.” Liam shrugs with a smile and slides his thumb over the screen of his phone, answering the call.
“What’s up Nialler?”
“Sorry, I’m takin’ so long guys, but I promise ya, I’ll be t'ere in five minutes!” He sounds a little chipper. He sure wasn’t like that this morning; He didn’t want to roll out of bed. I give Liam a strange look, and he laughs. “What has you all excited mate?”
“I’ll tell ya when I get home so I can pay attention to t'is traffic. Bye guys!” He hangs up quickly, leaving Liam baffled.
“Okay..? Any guesses on to what it is?”
I purse my lips then look up at the ceiling as if the answer was carved in it. Niall usually gets excited about a lot of things: golf, women, tour, food, babies, so it’s a challenge to narrow it down to only one. If it is only one, I’m not even sure. “Uh, I dunno. Maybe something in tha’ meeting got him all dazzled?” I look back down at my guitar to place my fingers on the appropriate frets and start plucking away again. I still hear Liam pondering then Louis throws out an assumption like he wasn’t even sleeping at all.
“It’s a girl, no doubt.”
“Oh yeah?” Liam says. “What makes you so sure?”
“‘Cause,” Louis removed his arm that shields his eyes, then rubs them to adjust to the light. “We all know Niall is dedicated to whatever he does. So when he said he’d be back around eleven, he meant it.”
“Now s'noon.” I state.
“Exactly, so there’s no way a meeting would run over an extra hour unless someone screwed up. That leaves only one other option..”
He has a point. “Man, he must have been trying really hard to impress her, if it took this long.”
“Hey, first impressions are everything.”
I hear the keys giggle in the door in the foyer, followed by it swinging open quickly and Niall piling in. His new found brown hair is disheveled in the front from the wind, and his scarf and jacket hang loosely on his shoulders. “Guys!” He says as he runs into the living room. “Sorry again, but I met someone t'ere. She’s really amazin’.”
We all raise a brow then look at Louis who smiles cockily. “Oh my gosh,” Niall continues and sits on the other couch behind me. “But she’s a journalist and was t'e one who interviewed me this mornin’. She’s a couple years older than me and is stayin’ in town for a few weeks. Isn’t t'at awesome?!” There’s a twinkle in his blue eyes. Niall really must fancy her.
“You learned all this in an hour?” Liam giggles.
“And a half. I kind of wasn’t payin’ attention in t'e meetin’.” He smiles sheepishly as his face turns red.
“What’s her name?” I ask.
The answer is simple. “(Y/N),” A lovely name, indeed.
“And she’s interested?”
That smile remains, and he nods. “Yeah, I’m actually taking her out t'is Saturday after she finished workin’. I was thinkin’ maybe dinner? You guys have any ideas? I haven’t been out in so long.”
“That’s all you, mate. You know her better than we do. Dinner is excellent.” Liam reassures with a grin.
“Aw, don’t be nervous Niall. We’re all happy for you.” Louis coos. “It’s good to see you dating again, or at least going to. Now we need to get Harry on the train.” He sits up and playfully pushes my arm. I roll my green eyes.
“Come on lads. I’m perfectly happy with the single life.” Even though it does get a little lonely at times. Those times I do wish I had a woman to wake up next to and see her snoozing away, snuggled deep under the covers with her hair spilling all over the pillow. But I’m fine right now, I am. “'Sides I’ve been on dates with Kendall.”
“Ugh,” Louis scoffs, annoyed that I even brought her up. “You two are so back and forth it’s not even worth it Harry.”
“Well I wish you all the luck,” Liam chimes, then stands up and heads over to the PlayStation located on one of the shelves in the entertainment center. He flicks the television on and grabs each of a controller. I set my guitar next to the sofa and take the controller from Louis’ hand. “Now I believe it’s time to do nothing.” I plop down next to Niall.
“Agreed!” Niall says and kicks off his shoes before sinking deep into the sofa.
That was the first time I heard about her.
* * *
Three weeks went by since Niall had his date. He’s taken her out a few more times after that, and I’m surprised that they haven’t put a title on it yet. Maybe he’s still trying to get a read on her. Although, I’m sure he knows what he’s looking for because ever since that first date, she’s the topic of his conversation. The way he rambles on about her makes me feel like I’ve known her for years on end. Is that what a puppy crush is like: having them on your mind every passing second? It sounds exhausting.. and has it been that long since I had one?
But I’m not bitter, I’m far from it actually. I’ve never heard of someone that can make Niall as happy as she can. The last time I’ve seen him this ecstatic was when we went on tour together a few months ago; so it’s great to see a different side of Niall I haven’t viewed in awhile.
The sun hovers just above the horizon, making the sky a pale shade of orange. Such a rare occurrence in London to see a beautiful sunset like this. From my spot in the kitchen, I hear the front door open every so often as people start filing in for the cookout I’m having. Loud music pounds in the backyard where I see it filled with acquaintances and close friends. Some are by the pool or huddled around the bonfire that took Liam and me twenty minutes to build while Louis “supervised,” with beers in most of their hands, which is exactly what I’m stocking up on in here. Various beers are placed into the cooler, but it’s mostly just Stella and Guinness.
Once it’s significantly full, I place the lid on it and slide it off the countertop, but before I take my first step, I see someone sitting on the arm of my white sofa, smiling shyly. I set the cooler back on the counter and scoot over a few inches to get a better view and man.. do I. Her right hand is covering her mouth as she laughs at something somebody has said while the other holds a tart beer. Her hair is tied up into a messy bun. She’s dressed in a pair of blue skinnies rolled up past the ankle and a large gray sweater. My tongue darts out and licks my bottom lip before biting it. Man, she’s really pretty from afar, but what about.. up close?
I walk out of the kitchen, that cooler the last thing on my mind now. Darting and weaving through the crowd, my heart beat grows with every step. What do I say? Surely, I haven’t met her before because I could never forget a face like that. Maybe that’s what I’ll-
My thoughts are shut off by a hand coming down on her shoulder, that laugh stopping me dead in my tracks. He plants a kiss on her cheek causing her to giggle even more, but when she lightly pecks him on the lips, I have to look away. That’s Niall’s girl, (Y/N). I run a hand through my hair, embarrassed.
I turn on my heel to retreat back into the kitchen, but his voice stops me this time. “Hey, Harry! I finally found ya! C'mere for a sec!” He sounds cheery. I comply and finish making my way over; that’s when my heart stomach does somersaults. She stands up from her place on the couch, Niall’s arm is wrapped around her waist, in his hand is a beer as well. “Harry, t'is is (Y/N).” The atmosphere around me turns into slow motion. It’s exactly like I thought, her beauty is more radiant up close. Her eyes are the shade of (Y/E/C) with little flecks of a darker hue throughout the irises. My own fall down her slender face, taking in each feature of hers: plump lips, long nose, rosy cheeks, and a smile that just… kills me. “(Y/N), t'is is Harry, one of my best friends.”
“Um, hello.” I extend my hand for her to shake and she takes it. They’re soft and small compared to mine. “It’s nice to meet you officially. Niall talks about you all the time."
"Does he?” She eyes him playfully, his cheeks turning pink. “Well, it’s nice to meet you, too, Harry. You have a lovely home.”
“Thank yeh,” Her hand disappears from my grasp, and I’m begging for it to return… No, Harry stop. She’s Niall’s. Don’t be that guy, my brain screams at me, but my gaze can’t be torn away. “Uh, can I get yeh guys anythin’? I was jus’ bringing mo’ beer outside before-” I laid eyes on your girl, Nialler, the devil inside me echoes. “yeh stopped me.” I finish, tacking on a smile at the end. They both examine their bottles, then shake their heads.
“We’re okay, t'anks though,” Niall says. “See ya outside?” I nod at him and smirk at her before walking back to the kitchen. I let out a big breath that I didn’t even realize I was holding. Why am I even acting like this? Obviously, Niall has had other girls around before, super famous ones in fact. What makes (Y/N) so unique? Why does she give me butterflies in the pit of my stomach when I’ve only said a few sentences to her?
It’s a puppy crush, Harry, that demon whispers again.
My lips form a hard line at the dark side of my brain. No way, I’m not that guy who falls for his best friend’s girl. Niall saw her first, and it’s happy currently, besides I-I have Kendall. My lips form a half smile when I see that he’s toying with her fingers that rest by her side as they converse with others. Her cheeks turn a darker shade of pink when Niall turns to her with a smile. He’s making her blush uncontrollably, so much that she has to avert her eyes to the ground.
“Where’s that beer, man?” Louis’ hand comes down hard on the counter, making me jump. He cackles and picks up the cooler, the bottles rattling together against one another. “What are you staring at out there..?” He peers out the large opening in the wall, following my gaze. “Who is that Harry?”
Her name tumbles off the tip of my tongue. “Oh, seriously? That’s Niall’s girl? The one he goes on and on about?” I nod, not breaking away for a second. “She’s kind of cute, but seriously mate, stop staring it’s rude.” He chuckles, pushing me with the cooler to force me out of the kitchen.
The rest of the evening consists of big conversation, drinking, swimming, more drinking, singing cheesy songs around the campfire, and drinking. I swear the cooler was gone within the hour of filling it. I had to make two more trips to the kitchen, good thing my tolerance is high, or I’d be napping on the grass like Louis right now. However, I’m not drinking to get drunk, I’m only enjoying it.
Many of the people have left, so it’s just the five of us around the flickering flames. Louis is still passed out, but Liam, Niall, and I still chat each other’s ears off. (Y/N)’s sitting between Niall’s legs, his arms are wrapped around her protectively. She leans back into him, tired eyes have finally shut. That could be you holding her close, Harry. What the hell is my brain doing? “So, uh,” I say, trying to rid these thoughts of betrayal. “How come you guys haven’t put a title on this?”
His voice is small. “Waitin’ for t'e right time.”
Liam raises a brow and takes a sip of his beer. “This isn’t a marriage proposal, Nialler.” I chuckle at the comment. “Just ask her.”
Niall scoffs. “Being the romantic that I am, I want it to be special. A girl like her deserves it, well every girl does, but you know what I mean.” Liam chuckles in response then sips his beer.
“Hey man, quit teasin’ him. I happen to think s'quite lovely.” This makes Liam roll his eyes.
“Thank you, Harry!”
I smirk. “Besides, I may be jumpin’ the gun, but could yeh imagine his marriage proposal if he’s makin’ a big deal about jus’ askin’ her out?” As soon as the words leave my mouth, my stomach tightens. I feel sick now.
“Extravagant!” Liam says. “Damn Nialler, what are you thinkin’? Something crazy like sky-diving? Oh! What about a roller coaster proposal?”
“Interesting..” He mumbles with a grin. “I’m not looking to kill myself lads and who says I’m getting married anytime soon?” We both shrug. “Who knows if she’ll even say yes to the first part..” His expression is now gloomy.
“Oh please,” I retort. “Yeh should have seen the way she was lookin’ at yeh tonight. She had stars in her eyes for you, mate. There’s somethin’ there, I know it.”
“Aw, that’s adorable Hazza.” Liam coops then ruffles my hair. I swat his hand away as his teasing continues.
“Maybe you’re right..” Niall trails off and looks down at her with a smile. His finger tracing lightly across the top of her hand.
My eyes avert to the flickering flames reflecting on what I’ve said. I meant every word, but a pang of emptiness washes over. I want someone to look at me like that, with stars in their eyes. All that love and compassion boiled down into one simple look. I want someone to hold by the fire while we look at the stars and talk about whatever we wanted. I want someone to be there when I walk off the stage and hug me even though I’m sweaty. I want to wake up next to someone I love. I want those stars and that feeling.
But I’m all alone.
* * *
As the days go by, she and I finally got closer; a month later and my heart is happy to call her one of my very good friends, but the pang in my stomach still remains. Niall finally asked her to be his girlfriend a few days after my party. He didn’t go all out like we thought; it was just a simple dinner date, but at the fanciest restaurant in town. Of course, he told me all about it. He walked her up to her door, his hand in hers, smiling uncontrollably. The stars twinkled in the night sky like Christmas lights. He fumbled with his words after he kissed her like she stole his breath away, then he asked her, and he said her face was indescribable. He still can’t believe she said yes, he tells me all the time, probably more times than I can count. He’s thrilled to call her his.. and so am I…
It’s a peaceful afternoon at my house. The only sound heard is the chirping birds and noise from Freddie’s babbling on the floor in front of me. It’s about four in the afternoon, and I was hanging around my house, writing some lyrics in my little notebook. However, I had to cut it short when Louis called and asked if I could watch his son while he attended a meeting. Since we are London, it’s impossible for Briana to look after him all the way from California and Eleanor is out of town. So now I’m just sitting on the fuzzy rug, watching Freddie pick up toys and hand each one to me. I got to say I have quite the collection: rubber duckies and rattles galore. That is until I hear a knock on the door.
“Eh?” Freddie coos and waves his arms, curious about the strange noise he just heard.
“Did you hear that, too, buddy?” I chuckle, and he coos again with a gummy smile. Another knock. “Let’s go investigate!” I pick him up in my arms then head over to the front door. The blue rattle noisily shakes next to my ear. Peering through the peephole, I see a large familiar eye staring me down. A smile plays on my lips when I realize who it belongs to. Unlocking and opening the door, I see her standing in a pair of tight jeans and a sweatshirt that looks too big for her, must be Niall’s. “Hey (Y/N),”
“Hi Hazza,” A big smile appears when she locks eyes with Freddie. “And hello to you handsome, what’s your name?” Freddie offers his rattle, and she takes it, thanking him.
“His name is Freddie. He is pretty handsome though, eh?”
“Absolutely,” His tiny hand reaches out and grabs my nose, making her giggle. “That’s a nose, Freddie.” He chatters and squeezes.
“Ow! Here.” I pry his hand away than offer him my pointer finger; his teeny fingers wrap around it.
“Oh!” She exclaims. “Um, Niall "borrowed” these from you; he’s busy on at the recording studio, and I have a day off so I thought I’d return them.“ Behind her back, she reveals a couple of romantic comedies.
I take them. "Thanks, um. Do you want to come in? If you’re not busy or anything.”
“Thankfully, I’m not.” She walks past me then stops and turns. “Can I hold him? You have your hands full.” I nod and pass him off into her long arms. She taps him on the nose, and his blue eyes blink rapidly like he is in awe of what just happened. When she does it again, she adds a sound effect making him erupt in bubbly giggles. The picture makes those butterflies come alive. I closed the door and follow her into the living room. She admires the foyer that’s just to the right of it. Freddie has his hand wrapped around his rattle that he’s reclaimed and shakes it. “It’s so empty in here, Hazza. Don’t you ever get lonely?”
All the time is what I want to say, but I reply with, “Nah, I have Freddie here with me.” Besides, now that you’re here, I’ve got twice the company. We both sit on the white wrap around couch. Freddie is cuddled up against her chest, still invested with that toy.
“How come you never told me you had kids?”
I give her a wide eyed look. She thought he was mine. “Oh, he’s not mine. I’m just baby sitting. Freddie is Louis’.”
“Oh! Sorry! I’m embarrassed now.” Her cheeks tint a light red.
“Niall never told you about Freddie?” She shakes her head. “Oh well, he’s Louis and Briana’s.” I chuckle at her immediate shyness.
“You are just so good with him, I just assumed that he was yours..”
“Thanks, he does have greenish eyes I guess, his are way prettier though.”
“I think you have lovely eyes, Harry, I’m jealous of them.”
I smile at her compliment then point to the nearly sleeping baby. “You’re good with him, too. You almost knocked him out.” She peers down and giggles. “I’ll grab his blanket, then he’ll be out for sure.” I walk over to his diaper bag and pull out the soft blue blanket. “He usually can’t sleep without it.” I lay it out on the cushion between us then she gently sets Freddie down, already snoozing away. Her pointer finger caresses his little cheek coaxing him into a deeper sleep.
“So what are your plans for today besides delivering films?”
She chuckles softly, “Dunno, probably go over some notes on this new article I’m working on.”
“Workin’ on your day off? I simply won’t stand for it.” I smile when she laughs.
My eyes are fixated on her loving actions. I’m craving that gentle touch from her hand… Or her lips. My gaze trails down to her mouth that’s slightly a gap. It makes me bite my bottom lip. I really want to kiss her. What does she taste like?
She’s like a magnet as I feel myself drifting closer. The beating of my heart is like a bass drum that’s out of control. My hand reaches out slowly, my thumb gently tracing her cheek that causes her to look up at me. Her hand disappears from Freddie’s cheek and reappears on the top of my own. It feels so sweet. I want it to last forever.
My next move makes my heart explode. Overcome with lust, I lean in quickly and place a long kiss on those plump lips. Pulling away slightly, lips still grazing, I open my eyes and see her staring. Those eyes are intimidating. “Harry,” She whispers then repeats my name a little longer and louder. When she pulls away entirely, I blink and see her giving me a weird look.
“You okay? You’ve been staring at something for awhile.” She questions and I shake my head, snapping out of the trance.
Jesus, I was just fantasizing about her. Seriously, Harry? What have we said a million times? She has Niall and is clearly happy. Why can’t I get that through my head and why do I want to ruin something so special? He’s my best friend.
I struggle to find an answer, my cheeks turning red in the process. “Did I have something on my face?” She wipes her forehead, but I shake my head. “Oh gosh, it was in my teeth wasn’t it?” Again, I shake my head. “Well, what then?”
“It’s nothing,” Is all I manage to squeak out, but she rolls her eyes.
“Obviously it was something. You can tell me.” She adds a smirk at the end.
I-I just… My brain doesn’t even want to complete the thought. I don’t want to admit it. I really don’t. I’ve only known you for a month and a half, yet you’re having this effect on me that I can’t explain. When you’re here, my heart doesn’t feel lonely, it glows with happiness. You give me… those stars. The stars I’ve wanted for the past year. Every time I look at you whether you’re in a crowd or next to Niall, you’re all I see.
“I’d rather not say what it is. It’s kind of personal. It’s not about you either, I was kind of in the zone, ya know?” I say then she nods.
“Alright, no worries. I won’t ask. However, I will ask how your day was.” She giggles quietly, trying not to wake Freddie. I smile and tell her, “So, um, you wanna to watch a film?”
I think I’m falling for you, (Y/N), and it crushes me knowing that I can never have you for myself.
* * *
A year and a half down the road, we are the best of friends. I know everything about her: her family, hometown, favorite color, food, band, guilty pleasure, anything. We hang out so much the tabloids think she’s cheating on Niall with me. She laughs about how wrong they are and continue to see me because she would never be that person. That’s one thing Niall, and I love about you. I’m glad that he didn’t think twice about it and that he trusts we would never do that out of respect for him. She doesn’t give a shit what other people think and doesn’t let the media influence her. She is a committed and passionate woman. She doesn’t hide her relationship in public, yet she doesn’t show it off like others do. She’s sophisticated.
And that’s exactly how she looks tonight. It’s the premiere of Dunkirk, well one of the after parties at her home. The movie was fantastic, dramatic, and full of action. I’ll admit it was a bit weird seeing myself on the big screen. I’m not used to it I guess.
Everyone looks incredible as well, but not as amazing as that long dark wine dress she’s wearing. It’s strapless with a glittering sweetheart top and a plain flowing bottom that starts just above her hips. She matched it with a cherry red lipstick; the shade complements her skin nicely.
She spends most of the night attached at Niall’s side, his arm wrapped protectively around her waist as they both chat with guests that I don’t even know. Of course, she’s had a few beverages in between so when she finally slipped away, she was stumbling her way around the house going who the hell knows where. Those white pumps she was wearing troubled her on the carpet, so she ditched them later on. Her perfectly curled hair was falling out of the pins that held it in place. However, she didn’t stick out like a sore thumb, a few other ladies and lads were already, or way, past the state she’s in. Some are asleep on the sofa, and others are trudging around the house like her.
Being the good friend I am, I kept my eye on her, making sure she didn’t do anything stupid. Thankfully, she didn’t. We are in the living room again, she found her place back at Niall’s side. Both hands are wrapped around his arm as she snuggles her head into his shirt sleeve. He laughs along with colleagues while drinking a beer, the same one I have in my right hand. I’m observing the party by the large patio doors, scanning the large crowd. He kisses the top of her head then whispers something causing her to smirk and nod.
And she’s off again, heading to a new direction of the house. My eyes follow her out of the living room and a step into the foyer until she stops and turns. Glossed over eyes are now on me, the smirk still remaining. She motions for me to come closer with her index finger and I laugh but comply.
“Hazza, I need you to help me.”
“Niall asked me to get something for him, but I can’t remember where it is. Please come with me?” Her small hand takes mine and tugs me towards the dark hallway, but I hesitate. The feeling gets my heart racing again. “Harry, come on!” She drags me down that hallway until we come to a closed door. She pushes it open and steps inside, her fingers still wrapped tightly around my palm. She flicks on the light, and two lamps click on, revealing where we are.
It’s vast and spacious. Windows along the entire right-hand wall, letting in vast amounts of moonlight. It has a modern touch mixed with a woodsy feel, just how Niall likes it. I gulp when I see the bed all unmade. The white comforter thrown back, some pillow are at the foot, and some are beside it. “Okay, Hazza. Ignore the mess. I didn’t think I’d bring anyone back here.” She says, turning to face me, the soft touch slips away. “It’s his camera. He really likes it. It’s around here somewhere I just don’t know where.” Her gaze falls to my silk shirt, her irritated brain derailing her off the right track already. Her thumbs play with the two buttons that are undone near the top. “Oh my gosh. Has anyone ever told you that you look so handsome in these shirts?” Her comment makes me blush and stutter. “I like seeing all your tattoos exposed.”
She giggles and pulls away. My heart does a somersault, and I exhale a large breath. “Let’s find his camera thing.”
We part ways and search on opposite sides of the room. I started at the bedside table on worked my way around the outside edge of the room, finding nothing. I scanned on top and underneath dressers, under the love seat by the window, and the bed. Now I’m searching through the chest that’s in front of it. No luck so far. “Ugh,” She groans before collapses on the bed. “I give up, I don’t know where he put it. I’ve searched everywhere.” She crawls over, so she hangs off the foot of the bed. “Did you find it?”
“No,” I move some more things, but nothing. “You sure it’s even in here?”
“He said, 'Princess, can you get my camera from the bedroom? I want to show whatshisname some photos.’” Her voice grows deeper and Irish to mock Niall’s voice, it makes me laugh. She chuckles along with me before rests her chin on her crossed arms. “I’m so sleepy Harry,”
“Then go to sleep?”
“Why not?” I close the chest, giving up as well then lock eyes with her.
“Because Niall isn’t here and I don’t want to sleep by myself.”
But I’m here instead. Those words are at the tip of my tongue, begging to be said. How nice it must be to get the privilege of falling asleep next to her every night. I gulp. No Harry, don’t say it. She’s drunk and who knows what her reaction might be. I don’t want to-
“Harry?” She asks, cutting off my rambling thoughts. “Can you come lay with me?”
My eyes grow wide. “Um, I don’t think-”
“Pretty please, Hazza? I’ve always wanted you to.” My heart drops into my stomach after those words left her lips. 'Always wanted me to?’ No, no. She doesn’t mean it. But a drunk mind speaks a sober heart, my demon hisses. Yeah, well how true is that? That’s just a legend.
“You’re drunk you don’t know what you’re saying. It’d be wrong for me to-”
“You cuddle with the boys all the time. That doesn’t make you gay. Please come lie with me, Harry?” She whines. I give her another look, but she just asks again.
She squeals with excitement and shuffles backward before I crawl in. She cuddles up next to me with her head on my left inner left shoulder. Her other arm is draped across my torso. My arm rests around both her shoulders while my other hand lies on my stomach, fingertips barely grazing her left forearm. She nuzzles her nose into my neck, her breath tickling me. I smile smally. My heart is beating fast and loud, it’s like it’s pounding in my ears. I shouldn’t be doing this, but… after a year and half of lusting over her, I just can’t wait anymore. Everything is so perfect right now, except for the fact that she’s a little intoxicated. Just keep that mindset, Harry. She lets out of hum of satisfaction. “You’re so warm, Hazza.”
“Naturally, I guess.”
She lets out a short chuckle and moves her hand over my chest. “Your heart is beating so fast.. Am I making you nervous?” She moves her head away from my neck and back onto my shoulder. Yes. But before I answer, she continues. “You make me nervous. I get butterflies in my stomach anytime you’re around, and my heart feels just like this… It’s like every time I see you, I just can’t get over how beautiful you are, inside and out.”
“Now you’re making me nervous..” I whisper.
“The nervous that I feel or a different kind?” Her fingers find the buttons of my shirt again. Her long wine colored dress drapes over one of my legs.
I gulp. I didn’t think I would ever be confessing my feelings for her in a million years, but fate has other plans. “Um, the one you feel.” My answer makes her head perk up, our faces just inches apart. I could never want anything more to see her staring back at me with the same look I give her. “Do you like me Harry Styles?” She whispers.
I swallow down the frog in my throat. Here goes nothing. “I-I actually love you. More than you know.” She bites her lips then leans in, our lips connecting slow but lovingly. It’s exactly how I pictured she would feel like a pile of feathers. Her taste, however, stings like liquor, making the magic fade and the realization hit that this isn’t how pictured it. The demon in me fuels my adrenaline, my passion, and lust. I set us both up, the kisses are rougher and start traveling places: the neck, below the ear, across her collarbone. She moans my name, and it’s like music to my ears. Her hands tear off my black silk shirt and throw it across the room, before returning for more. Her slender fingers are in my hair driving me mad with each move. My own greedy hands reach around and feel for the zipper of her dress. It inches down slowly.
Pulling it off, I toss it away, and it hits the floor with a thud. I reattach at her neck and work my way down towards her bare breasts.
Stop! The angel on my shoulder screams. I pull away frantically, not meeting her eye line. She asks me what’s wrong, but I just shake my head. She sniffles like she getting ready to cry and covers up her exposed self. Oh no, please no. I grab her cheeks in both my hands and explain. “Don’t cry, you didn’t do anything. It’s just that… I’m stupid I shouldn’t have done this. You’re not mine. Your Niall’s.
"But… I meant everything I said.”
“Then tell me again tomorrow when you’re sober because right now I don’t believe anything.”
“Har-” I cut her off by placing a soft kiss on her lips, then climb off the bed to retrieve her dress and my shirt. I offer it to her, but she shakes her head and motions to the dresser. “Just get me a shirt, I’m going to bed.” I walk over and fish a black one out then toss it to her. I set her dress on the love seat. She slips it on while I button my shirt back up. “You may want to clean your face up.” She giggles. “It’s stained cherry red.” I finger slides across my mouth and examines the red pigment.
“Okay, thank you, but first..” I walk back over to the bed, and she sets up on her knees, eye level with me. She kisses me tenderly, and I explode all over again. “You wanted one more, right?”
“Right,” I whisper against her lips. “I hope you remember this, love, even though a strong part of me wants you to forget.”
We exchange our good nights then I walk into their bathroom, cleaning up all the lipstick the best I can. It saddens me to do so because it feels like I’m wiping away all her affection. I sigh and shut off the water, discarding the wipe in the trash can. I flip off the lights then walk back out into the bedroom. Her body cuddled deeply into the comforter as she sleeps. I fight the urge to just say fuck it and crawl back in. But that’s Niall’s girl, not mine. As I head to the door, I see a camera hanging on the hook, that’s hidden slightly behind a coat. That must be it. I grab it and look back one last time at the sleeping beauty before flicking off the lights and heading back to the party.
Please don’t forget.
* * *
Lightning draws patterns in the night sky followed by cracking thunder seconds afterward. I’m lying on my white couch strumming the strings on my guitar to some ballad. It’s been a few days since she’s spoken to since that night. I keep wondering if I screwed up by confessing my feelings. That’s usually how that works doesn’t it? Whatever doesn’t matter. “What a feeling to be right here beside you now, holding you in my arms. When the air ran out, and we both started running wild. The sky fell down, but you’ve got stars; they’re in your eyes, and I’ve got something missing tonight. What a feeling to be a king beside you, somehow. I wish I could be there now.” I abruptly stop and sigh annoyed. “Story of my life.” I sit up and set my guitar on the couch next to me then walk out into the dark foyer and head towards the kitchen.
A rapid knock stops me in my tracks. I glance down at my watch, almost ten o’ clock. Who would be coming over at this time of night and it’s pouring down rain. I flip on the light to the foyer and the patio outside before peering out the peephole. I don’t recognize the face because they are looking down to shield their face from the rain and a black hoodie helps the disguise. Longish hair pokes out though, so it must be a girl. Her figure shakes from the rain. Cautiously, I open the door. “Um, can I help you?” She looks, and I see (Y/N). My eyes widen, and I usher her inside. She’s soaking from head to toe. “(Y/N), What are you doing here?” She pulls her hood back, revealing her damp face.
“I had to come see you..”
“What’s the matter? Is everything alright?” All she does is rush into my arms, squeezing my core tight. I gulp and wrap my arms around her cold shivering body. Sobs begin to escape her.
“What’s wrong, love? Did something happen with Niall?”
“I love you, Harry.” My stomach churns when I pull away from her with the look of astonishment on my face. She came all the over here just to tell me that. When I don’t respond, she starts to ramble, averting her gaze back to the floor, but after she’s finished she looks back with, and that’s when I see them, those stars I’ve been searching for in her eyes.
“Do you really mean that?” I murmur and she whispers a small yes. I kiss her for real this time; my hand on the back of her neck, bringing her closer if that’s possible. She tastes minty not like liquor. I know it’s been only two days, but I missed her touch so much already. Show her how much she means to you, they say.
I pull away and take her hand, leading her down the dark hallway this time. Rapid cracks of thunder erupt with each step we take like the angels are screaming at us, but I continue walking. As soon as my bedroom door closed, she’s up against it. It’s like a dance as we move around the room. All this pent up energy that has grown over the course of a year and a half is being released. Each kiss is like fire, and each touch is like a drug. My cravings keep escalating further and further. The way my name sounds on her lips is the most amazing thing I’ve ever heard.
I couldn’t tell you how long it lasted; it seemed like hours. Our naked bodies heaving against one another. I lie on her chest, her fingers weaving through my matted curls. The rain still patterns on the roof coaxing us to sleep. I scoot off of her onto my own pillow, and she curls up in front of me. My pointer finger ghosting around her jaw and over her bruised lips. “I love you, (Y/N).”
“I love you, too, Harry.” She whispers.
Our eyes rest on each for a few more moments until they eventually close. Finally, I fall asleep with someone in my arms. Too bad they aren’t officially mine.
An entire year passes with our little ongoing secret, Niall has no idea or at least as far as we know. With the album complete, he’s home an awful lot some I’m sure he does think about where she disappears to at nine o’ clock in the evening a couple nights a week. When we are alone, our time together consists of lots of cuddling and kisses, things I can never get enough of, but we still do upkeep on our friendship and do stuff we normally do before this all started. Although, I wish I could take her out into the world to show her off; Niall does that enough though.
Every time I think about him, I feel guilty and I should because what I’m doing is wrong. I need to back off and let Niall have her all to himself. But I love her so much, I can’t help but continue. I don’t think I could stop if I wanted to, but… I can’t forget the night she shattered my heart.
She came over like usual, nine o’ clock sharp. I greet her with a kiss and a smile. However, she doesn’t return it. My brows come together confused and worried. She drops her purse on the kitchen table, then walks back to the bedroom, holding her long brown coat closed. I follow after her, bombarding her with questions. My concern shooting through the roof when I hear her cry. She sits on the edge of my bed, head held low as she sobs. Her hands clutching her sides. I crouch in front of her and rub her knee. “Tell me what’s wrong, love.”
She can’t even look at me when she mutters out a response. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
My body grows hot all of a sudden, and I feel queasy. “I can take it, don’t worry.” She closes her eyes carefully, and more tears spill over.
“I should be happy, but um, Niall proposed to me yesterday. I said.. yes.” My whole world collapses as I stare at her shielded left hand. I fall back on the floor, dumbfounded. She rattles off apologies, but I just ignore them. Sadness fills me up like a glass of water.
“Stop saying sorry for getting engaged. I don’t matter, I’m just the guy in the dark. Sure, I love you, and I wish it were me giving you that ring, but Niall saw you first Brittney. You are his, not mine.”
I stand up, overcome with emotion and start pacing. “But I love you, Harry.” She retorts.
“Then why the hell did you say yes? Why are you still with him if you love me?” She doesn’t respond. “It’s not right..” I shake my head at the sound of my own voice cracking. “I think..” I sniffle, my tears falling down my cheeks. “I believe that you should be with Niall and only Niall..” Even though I love you with all of my heart or what’s left of it.
“Harry..” She shoots up off the bed and rushes over to me. Her soft touch caressing my cheek. “I don’t want to say goodbye to you..”
“(Y/N).. I don’ want to, but I have to. I can’t keep hurting myself emotionally like this, watching you share your love with someone else kills me. I want to do all the things he can do with you in public. I want to marry you and grow old with you, but I can’t do that. You are already doing it with him. He loves you so much, probably more than me.” I kissed her, and this one hurts because I know it will be the last one for forever. “Please marry him,” I whisper as I rest my forehead against hers. “Do it for me.” She says okay with a small grin.
“Just know that you’ll always have a place in my heart.”
Scene, enter major disappointment, enter the name
my mother wanted to give me but my father had his mother,
had his love picked. This is only important because a house
is not a home just because the glass case stays on.
So, there is nothing sentimental about the doll house
except that it was beautiful, except that I imagined myself
two inches small. The worst thing a girl can be is tall,
is loud, is pregnant, is happy. The worst thing a girl
can be is loved. You raise a baby and you carve out
a daughter in your image, your eyes, your bad habits,
which means this story has happened before. A house
is not a home just because you store your boxes there.
So, there is no undoing ancestry in pop-tarts, or coffee,
or an ivy league education, except that these were
the puzzle pieces I had to shave myself, except that
I imagined myself Wonder Woman, saving the day.
The worst thing a girl can be is her mother’s nightmare.
I raise a baby and I give up my heroism, my closet,
my name. This story has happened to me and I am
not ready to see it reel back again. A legacy is not
a family just because people die.
Enter the wheel that keeps spinning, enter the cycle
of unplanned motherhood and burdened motherhood
and quiet paternity. Enter the sound of one person trying
to fall asleep. Enter someone with your face with my face
with her face. Enter a child.
When she tells you that she wants to be just like you,
you’ll call it a blessing, a gift. But the glass case doll house,
the shared pop-tarts, the other side of every duality.
But it’ll be years before you recognize the prophecy.
The worst thing a girl can be is herself. Enter me.
Jack is wretchedly sick and Bitty is taking care of him. (Not hospital sick, but still total feverish misery.)
Jack doesn’t really get sick. Years of spending hours a day in ice rinks have left him all but immune to the effects of the cold, he takes multivitamins religiously, eats well, sleeps consistently, and keeps up with his doctor’s appointments. He’s the picture of physical health, and he’s gotten quite used to it.
Jack doesn’t really get sick.
But when he does, he gets really sick.
Like, truly, pathetically, bed-ridden sick. In fact, the incident that cemented his friendship with Lardo came when they were the only two crashing at the Haus for spring break Sophomore year, and he came down with a late flu so badly that he couldn’t keep himself steady on his feet. For the worst couple days of it, he was so weak she had to help him to the bathroom to pee. They never spoke of it to the guys, but by the time everyone came back, they were ride or die.
And Jack hadn’t been sick again before graduation. As he kicked into high gear preparing himself to enter the NHL, he was even more obsessively healthy, and with Bitty holding the Haus to a higher standard of cleanliness, there were fewer germs flying around than ever before. The only thing that could’ve sabotaged him was the “awful green couch that probably had smallpox in it, good lord”, but even that, he’d built up an immunity to. But being in a totally new city, in a new apartment, and surrounded by all new people - some of which had very tiny children - was enough to do him in. And when Providence flu season rolled around, there was no vaccine or vitamin supplement that could save him.
My first Wally imagine? You betcha! Also, sorry if you don’t like Pop Tarts. Feel free to change that to anything else hahaha
Title: Pop Tart Thief Pairing: Wally West x reader Summary: A roast session with Wally gets too real and Wally tries to make it up to you. Along the way, his feelings for you slip out Word Count: 1,055 Warnings: Food mention
pulls off his cowl as he saunters into the Cortex, Barry close behind him. The
older speedster pats him on the back, congratulating him on another successful
trial. Wally had been improving steadily, and these training sessions have only
boosted his progress.
bad, Kid Flash,” Barry teases. “Keep training and maybe you’ll get
dig incites ooh’s from the rest of the team. Wally has a look of offense on his
face as Barry just grins, proud of his own diss.
that a challenge?“ Wally retorts, arms crossed.
@fireheart-cursebreaker - As requested and promised. A fan fiction of the Suriel as the Flower Girl at Feyre’s wedding. I had to decide if I wanted to make this funny or serious. And I had to choose if the Suriel would enjoy the experience or loathe Feyre for all eternity because of it. In the end, I tried to stay as true to the Suriel’s character as I possibly could, which led to some very interesting content. And there’s a little twist at the end that I hope you love. Enjoy!
All rights to the story and characters belong to SJM.
There was too much bustling about for Its taste. Too many people running to and fro with fabric and flowers, jewelry and crowns, platters laden with honeyed tarts and other disgusting, foul smelling delicacies. Blood. Fear. Screams of agony. The pleas of the dying for mercy. That is what the Suriel longed to feast upon. It had been in this damned city far too long. But It had made a promise. And the Suriel never broke Its promises. Whether they were promises of eternal torment, or promises of truth and friendship. Friend. That is what Feyre had called It the day she once again trapped It deep in the Illyrian Mountains. It had smelled her coming long before she arrived, and was curious to hear what Feyre-Cursebreaker, Defender of Velaris, High Lady of Night would wish to ask.
If you’re a female Robron fan who calls Rebecca White a tart or other misogynistic names while simultaneously loving Robert Sugden, then you need to love yourself and get a lil perspective honestly because having this attitude to women will not serve you well cause you’re perpetuating a way of thinking which (as a woman) will come back to bite you one day, and that’s a promise