and liam would be like harry

I don’t know why i’ve never thought about this, but Harry, Louis, Liam, Niall and Zayn apparently went to Robin’s bungalow, after 1d was formed, on 31 July 2010 and they stayed for two weeks. What if 28 simply stands for 2/8, 2 August, Harry and Louis’ first kiss, or something like that? (I do think something already happened at the bungalow)

itsmaddisen  asked:

Remember when Harry was scolding a couple making out during a 1D concert so he was like "LEAVE HIM ALONE!!!! HE WANTS TO WATCH THE SHOW!!!" and Liam in the background was like "She loves him Harry leave her alone" bc it was iconic imagine having Harry Styles tell you to stop making out with someone and Liam Payne defending you

Lmfao the GOAL.

Except I would love for it to be Harry I’d be making out with 😂

twitter bios

speak your mind even if your voice shakes

tell me a lie

you were a masterpiece, but then everyone saw you

I smell autumn

yes I function with out a heart

my mom won’t like you

please do not touch

there are so many types of art but {name of idol) is my favourite

seize the day

fragile, handle with respect 

I was the perfect roe that drowned

happiness is a great colour

you eventually will run back into it 

keep your heart closed but mind open

qualified meme-ster

ambitious

s/he was so artistic painting smiles on every face but her/his own

did s/he forget to love

ask no question and you’ll get no lies


people change quicker than you think

society is an ugly burnt ass cracker

how many secrets can you keep

only fools fall for you

meme queen

everything I ever loved, I lost in the magic

seek joy, embrace joy, share joy

if you don’t build your dream, someone will hire you to build theirs.

autumn kills summer with the softest kiss.

no tears for the creatures of the night

you will let go

the colour yellow is really under-appreciated

im a petty bitch

Im a golden thread; fragile but valuable 

a little bit of sugar, but a lot of poison too

confusing reality with dreams

and I will fight even if I break 

smile

fuck im broke

give me a sign

you’re one of a kind and no one understand

make your life a story worth telling

in conclusion, im bitter

but one day I’ll stop falling

(idol name)’s the tear in my heart

im soppy and emotional so stay the fuck away

yikes

have I fit into society yet?

is this any better?

create you’re own path to an adventure 

I let you out, and everyone saw

send memes

glazed donuts 

late nights, red eyes

entertain my faith

*instrumental*

sometimes to stay alive you gotta kill your mind

I’m Fiji water, you are toilet water

see good in all things

we rise by lifting other

oh no, not you again

you still have Facebook?

you make me emo

just keep going

but do you know my aesthetic?

wheres the leak ma’am 

be like spongebob, create fire in the ocean

can life go back to when I didn’t understand it

How do I silence my sins

I will burn again

did I give you permission to break my heart?

red blood, black heart

dear society, do you accept me now?

a thornless withered rose

a touch of gold

fuck you I don’t care I failed

aesthetic mind

my brain is 80% song lyrics

im at the top but I still don’t see you

left me in the dark

stars fall and the world goes blind

sorry mom I promise to never be a a bad bitch

if you’re lost just look for me

dismayed mind

fuck of weirdo

home is where the art is

keep your dreams close to your heart

teach me your contour blending ways

find a way to be yourself

first you find yourself

let me glow bitch

I don’t want seconds

take on life like a swan; calm and serene on the surface, but paddling like hell underneather

(idols name) fills my heart

mom can I be savage now?

do ya thang

neither lost nor found

have a positive mindset

im honestly a troubled kid looking for dank memes

don’t look back, chase whats in front

no thanks, I don’t want leftover

I want to create

a black cloud in a black sky - nobody notices

oops sorry I spilled out my heart

I found the heart, but its empty

did I leave a stain on your heart

I thought this was eternal

buy me food pls

I asked for the word, and you bought me a carrier bag

sorry only dark humour is accepted 

you made it this far kid

you’ll probably love me 

too lazy to socialise 

I found my happy ending

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This went REALLY well last time so I thought I would try it again (idc if this failed miserably its 2am)

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what should I do/make next? 

creds to @httpmisfitx if use

Remember that time that Niall and I think Harry and Liam were interviewed in New Zealand, and the interviewer asked them what they would do if they were suddenly Mayor of Aukland, like clearly expecting immature king for a day type answers, and instead Niall was immediately like, “well, how’s your public transportation? How much are the teachers getting paid?” and so on and so forth just like, completely subverting her expectations and being funny and smart at the same time?  It makes me happy every time i think about it.  Niall is the best. 

  • liam: Hey Lou do you have any kinks?
  • louis: What? No!
  • niall: You totally do.
  • louis: Shut up, Liam, no I don't.
  • liam: You seem the type that would be into nicknames.
  • liam: Yeah like getting called kitten or daddy.
  • louis: Daddy?
  • harry: Yes, Louis?
Dating Harry Styles (post 1d) Would Include

*Him never calling you by your real name, it’s always pet names (love, babe, sweetheart, etc.) 

 *You constantly watching the Dunkirk trailers, and saying “OMG that’s you” whenever you see his face 

 *Him being nervous to let you hear his new music because you are the last person he wants to disappoint 

 *You constantly reassuring him that his new music is amazing and you could never be more proud of how far he has come 

 *“Harry, what should I get as a tattoo?" 

"Doesn’t matter love, but whatever you decide I’m getting it too." 

 *Him telling you that you are going to make a guest appearance on James Corden’s late late show during the week Harry hosts. 

- you instantly being online shopping for an outfit to wear

 *Him constantly telling you how beautiful he thinks you are -Literally like 25/8 *being sad that he isn’t in 1D anymore, but also loving the amount of time you get with him now 

 *competing over who will say I love you first in the morning (and last at night before you go to bed)

Originally posted by tmlnsn

Since we’re talking about soundchecks when I went to the Take Me Home soundcheck someone asked the question “would you rather be a unicorn or a leprechaun” and Niall goes a leprechaun obviously I’m Irish and then I think Liam goes to answer next and Niall interrupts him and looks straight at the fan and says “why would you even ask a stupid question like that knowing what my answer would be” and the room fell silent and I was trying my hardest not to burst out laughing but then everybody skipped that question and moved on and this was one of the best moments of my life

here are a bunch of AMAZING fics I’ve enjoyed and loved reading throughout the month of july. I recommend that you read these great fics in august, if you haven’t already!! also check out the HL Summer Fic Exchange - my fic will be posted soon (hopefully)!

(all fics with a star are my favorites and if there are two stars then it was a favorite favorite)


1. Just a Walk in the Park 124k **

It’s 2015, the first time dinosaurs walked the earth in over 65 million years. The multi-billion dollar company, Twist Corporations, is planning a summer opening for their world changing attraction, “Jurassic Park”.

They take an interest in the history making duo of Dr. Louis Tomlinson, a stubborn paleontologist, and his partner, paleobotanist Dr. Liam Payne, giving them the chance of a lifetime to work for the new theme park. Louis is apprehensive, but Liam has a “gut feeling” that it will change their lives. He isn’t wrong.

Featuring Niall as the top engineer to get the park up and running, Zayn as the raptor expert, and Harry as the grandson of one of the most influential men in the world.

2. Let’s Embrace the Point of No Return 33k

Louis was a whole new scale of beautiful, he was richer than Harry could’ve ever imagined, and he was the most powerful, dominant alpha that Harry had ever come in contact with. The only problem now is that Louis is also Harry’s boss.

Louis believed Harry was an alpha, and had no idea about how he had lied about his status just to get an interview with Louis. He was in too deep now and he couldn’t look back.

Or, Harry is an omega intern at an all alpha company. Louis is his boss. There’s some complications.

3. How Could I Ever Forget 14k

After his boyfriend leaves him for a job in New York, Harry vows to move on with his life. A year later when their best friends announce their engagement, Harry knows he’ll be forced to see Louis again and face the truth he’s been trying his best to hide–even from himself.

Or a Vegas AU where Ziam’s bachelor party turns into drunken karaoke, winning thousands at slots, washing your clothes at the laundromat in your underwear, and making life altering decisions that you can’t remember in the morning.

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He might be like ‘Oh god! The kid fell out of his high chair! Where were you when it happened?!’ And Harry would be like 'Oh. I was ironing my Alexander McQueen silk pantaloons, wasn’t I?’ or 'I was dressing as a pirate in the kitchen when the accident happened!’ […] Traditionally, babysitter does like to wear a Breton striped top with a dungaree, soo… I mean, he does have an element of Child Catcher about him, Harry Styles. If he turned up in a pink striped jumpsuit, he might scare the child.
—  Nick on Liam rejecting Harry as a babysitter due to his weird fashion choices

Louis is the only omega to ever make it in the cut-throat world of competitive motorcycle racing—that is, he would be if anyone actually knew about his identity. Now, his sights are set towards competing in—and winning—the European Grand Prix, the biggest and most difficult race of the entire year, so he can disappear underground for good. He’s close enough, too, until an alpha sports journalist is assigned to follow Louis’s every move as he prepares for the event of his career.
Or, an AU where motorcycle racing is the biggest sport in a heavily divided world, Louis is trying to take control of his own destiny, and Harry is in for more than he bargained for.

“I don’t even know who he is, Niall! I just want to know his name or some - ” 

“So why do you keep fucking blushing while talking about him!” 

“You know what, fuck off! I’m gonna find him myself!”

or, The morning after his party Harry wakes up naked on his bed, and there is a Polaroid photo of a stranger right beside him. Harry wants to know who is this tiny little boy that has soft fringe and a smile from heaven. He has endless hope.

The study was to see if two strangers could live together for a month and fall in love.

“We are a new organization working to prove that love can do extraordinary things.”
“You will do everything together & you are not allowed to leave the resort for the whole month.”
“We want to prove that opposites attract.”
Louis is allergic to peaches, Harry smells like peaches.
Louis just came for the money.

It’s June 2013, and the legalization of gay marriage is the most discussed political issue in the country. As a member of parliament Louis Tomlinson has decided to do everything under his power to keep marriage between a man and a woman. Little does he know a boy with green eyes and pink lips from his past is on a mission to change his mind.

Leaflet for Over Again Inc. 
“In relationships, there are three types of people: those who are happy, those who are unhappy but accept it and deal, those who are unhappy and in denial.Handling this last category is our job: we are professional couple breakers.To reach our goal, we use all means necessary.”

Or the Arnacoeur AU in which Harry is scheduled to be married to Liam in 10 days and Harry’s mother hires Louis and his team to break them up.

What happens when an unstoppable object meets an immovable force?

[Space AU. Louis is an astronaut. Harry works for Mission Control. They don’t get along.]

It’s a long plane ride to LA but sitting beside Harry makes time fly.

Louis was staring at him, expecting a response, and Harry was supposed to be the one coming up with that response, and he was so not prepared, so he blurted out the first thing that came to mind.
“Where were you? You weren’t on the bus for a few days.”
Louis raised an eyebrow. “What?”
“Uh… Sorry, I just- Um, sort of noticed that maybe you weren’t on the bus since last week. Not that I watch for when you’re on the bus or anything. That would be weird. Obviously, you have your own schedule, and I have mine. I just saw that you weren’t here, so I wondered what you were doing, or if something bad happened, like you got kidnapped or something. God, that sounded creepy. I promise I’m not threatening your life or something. Jesus, just stop me. If you have pepper spray, I would totally understand if you got me in the eyes right now.”
Louis had his lips pressed together at this point, holding back a laugh. Harry really didn’t blame him for that.

Or, the one where Harry just really wants to talk to Louis. And when he finally does, everything he says just comes out wrong.

Harry’s one of Hollywood’s biggest actors, has made a name for himself in prestigious films and lives the life of a superstar. There’s just one thing missing to make it picture-perfect, but the one Harry’s in love with is completely out of reach for him. Enter Louis, one of Hollywood’s biggest actors himself, who just came out of the closet and taps new genres in the industry. When Louis sacks the role Harry auditioned for in Scorsese’s next big film, their irrational feud starts. Who could have guessed it would get even worse when for promo season, their teams decide to present them as a couple for publicity?

In short, Harry’s in love with someone and doesn’t care about dating anyone else, Louis never felt home in L.A., Liam writes love songs for someone he shouldn’t write love songs to, and Niall makes everything better with good food.

“I hate frats,” Louis repeats for what feels like the millionth time.“Yes, I’ve heard, once or twice or every day for the past three years,” Liam says. His careful tone reminds Louis of how his mom always sounds when one of his siblings is on the brink of a tantrum.Louis glances speculatively at Liam’s frat brothers, who are still huddled together and chatting, with the exception of the one who’s looking in Louis’ direction. Maybe Louis shouldn’t rule out a tantrum. While making a scene wouldn’t actually free him from fraternity nonsense in the future, it would at least be entertaining.

AU where Louis hates fraternities and would never be into a frat boy. And one of these things is definitely not a lie.

Louis doesn’t get out too much due to his shyness. The only two friends he has he met online and they both live miles and miles away. Then along comes a cute bartender that completely flips Louis’ life upside down.

Louis Tomlinson has just landed his dream job, coaching soccer at Augustus University. When he moves into a new house near campus, he meets his very fit new neighbor, English professor Harry Styles. Although their first meeting leads to an instant mutual dislike, the more Harry gets to know Louis, the more he likes what he sees.

Or the one where Harry’s African grey parrot spills his dirty secrets to his very hot neighbor.

Aspiring writer and all-around office gopher Harry Styles is desperately trying to establish himself as a hard-hitting journalist at the famous men’s magazine M™. When his editor-in-chief asks for a last minute volunteer, Harry jumps at the chance to write his first real assignment.Suddenly, Harry is tasked with writing a 10-day, exclusive, personal feature on roguishly handsome rising star, Football darling, and pain-in-the-arse diva Louis Tomlinson’s coming out. Harry just wants to write his story. Louis isn’t going to make it easy. Oh bloody buggering fuck.

“I hope our paths will ‘croissant’ again.”
There’s a little smiley face drawn next to the words, and it’s ridiculous, Louis knows, but he can’t help the swell of butterflies that he feels as he reads over the words once more. 
An odd fellow indeed, he thinks.A moment later he shakes his head and collects himself, because he really does need to get home; he’s sure that Harry is probably watching him from behind the counter, all sweet, smug smiles and pink cheeks. And if he’s being honest, he’s not entirely sure he won’t toss his groceries into the trash and walk straight back into the bakery if he doesn’t leave now, so… he really does need to get going. Before he goes on his way, though, he plucks the note from the top of the container and carefully tucks it inside of his wallet to protect it from the rain.That’s how it begins.

Harry hums, staring at his hands in his lap, and Louis can still feel their smoothness, how solid they were in between his own. “Do you think it’s the same for us? Are we here only because of the likeliness of our jobs? Of our lives?”
“We’re here because we have inventive managers,” Louis says, giving Harry’s leg a little nudge with his knee, but all that’s going around in his head is, I think I’d be in the same spot in every possible universe.

Or, when actor Louis Tomlinson used to daydream about dating Harry Styles, this is not what he had in mind.

AU. Louis Tomlinson is trying desperately hard not to fall for his son’s au pair, but he can’t, for the life of him, remember why.

[475. The hope that this fear is unfounded.]

They walk slow, unhurried, and they talk about everything, the earth and the glaciers and themselves, little bits and pieces. Harry finds himself falling open, caving in like the crevices that run like cold veins from the icy lakes. It feels strange to talk this way. He feels like he should be having this conversation hidden under his covers, whispering in the dark. It feels like the kind of talk that means too much, that means trust and revealing the small things that make up the bigger ones, except they’re both barely blinking an eye.

Or Harry is a WWF journalist with big dreams and Louis is a glaciologist that flies helicopters for fun. Greenland is an odd place to spend Christmas, but just maybe, the perfect place to fall headfirst into love.

“Somewhere between chaos and control — these are the wonderlands.”
Harry’s daughter, Andy, is signed to Louis’ girl band. Her path to success is marked by competition, chaos, and for Harry, a love affair.

here are a bunch of AMAZING fics I’ve enjoyed and loved reading throughout the month of august. I recommend that you read these great fics in september, if you haven’t already!! also check out the HL Summer Fic Exchange!

(all fics with a star are my favorites and if there are two stars then it was a favorite favorite)


1. How Far We’ve Come 32k

“This is Harry Styles,” Chiron offers.

He’s beautiful. His eyes are a stunning green, the color of new foliage. The new kid’s limbs are long and lanky—he looks extremely uncomfortable and uncoordinated. Louis internally smirks to himself, guessing the kid probably won’t be too skilled with a sword, or a bow, or anything sharp, most likely. His hair falls to his shoulders in sets of loose, brown curls. The color is rich and luscious, resembling soil so much that it looks like flowers could sprout from his hairline at any moment. But Louis’ eyes are stuck on his soft looking lips, pink as flower petals and slightly parted as his eyes scan the horizon of the camp.

“Welcome to Camp Half-Blood, Harry.”

2. It’ll All Come Up Roses 4k *

Louis was leaning against the railing of the bridge, looking down at the water completely lost in thought when he heard someone approach the bridge from the side that he came from. Glancing up, he noticed Harry walking towards him, hands stuffed deep in his pockets, and seemingly lost in thought. Louis shifted his weight onto his other foot and stood up properly, watching quietly as Harry walked past him. Louis opened his mouth. He wanted to say something to Harry to break the silence, or at least to get him to notice him standing there against the bridge railing - but the words got stuck in Louis’ throat, and he snapped his mouth shut, going back to staring down at the water mindlessly instead. All the while, trying hopelessly to figure out what the fuck he’s doing with his life. Harry kept walking, and soon Louis was once again left alone to his thoughts.

Or the one where Louis really doesn’t hate his neighbor who keeps waking him up at the crack of dawn. Ft magic, Liam, Niall, and Zayn barely being mentioned, Harry and his fucking motorcycle, a date and a kiss.

3. Freeze This Moment in a Frame and Stay Like This 5k

Harry (not so) secretly crushes on the cute footie player and fills pages with sketches of him.

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i’ll make this feel like home by suspendrs (41k)

It’s nerdy, much nerdier than anything Harry would have engaged in back home. Perrie and Ed are singing some song from West Side Story and Stan is just giggling along, and it’s almost weird how weird Harry doesn’t find it. Liam and Niall would be running as fast as they could from this interaction, but somehow, Harry finds himself giggling along as well.

Maybe it’s because no one in this group seems like they should belong in this group, but Harry feels like he fits right in. He feels more himself than he has in weeks when Louis plops down beside him for a couple moments and throws out another title to add to their movie marathon. Even though he can’t contribute to the conversation about musicals and he has no idea whether The King and I or Oklahoma is more important, he never feels like an outsider.

Or, Harry is new to Plymouth and has had a rough start, but Louis won’t rest until he makes it start to feel like home.

Sweet Creature

You had spent the whole day watching Harry doing radio shows, sitting with Jeff in silence, your own set of headphones sitting atop of your recently straightened hair. One piece of which, slightly curved at the end where you had been playing with it. Your lip sore from chewing on the corner, something you do when you are anxious. In a usual situation like this, your cheeks would ache from smiling too much and your dimple would stand proud on the left side of your face, very much like Harry’s. However, this wasn’t a usual situation, this was the day of Harry’s debut album being released for the whole world to hear. You were so unbelievably proud of Harry and you were still trying to figure out a way to tell him. Still, you couldn’t stop the pang to your heart as you listened to Grimmy and Harry hinting at who a particular song was about. Sitting there whilst they talked about Carolina and Two Ghosts while Jeff placed his hand in yours and squeezed, his own face mirroring yours. Exactly mirroring, making you lift your lips into a smile as you couldn’t bare Harry seeing you like that. That look, that unmistakable look… The look that would let everyone know that you, Harry Styles’ girlfriend, isn’t ready for the media and the paps to start talking about how Harry Styles writes songs about his ex-lovers but not the one who he is currently with.

Despite this, you still smiled and hugged Harry when he finished. Him placing a firm kiss on your cheek, before moving to let Nick greet you. Nick pulled you into a very tight hug, longer than usual so he could whisper in your ear.

“I’m sorry love, had to ask those questions, its my job” he said pulling back as you nodded and mouthed a “I know” before smiling and mouthing “I understand” 

“What are you two so gloomy about?” Harry said, wrapping an arm around your waist and placing another kiss on your cheek.

“Nothing.. Nothing at all. I’m so proud of you H. You did it” you said pulling Harry into a tight hug.

“Thank you so much my love” Harry said, smiling a real, huge and full smile at Nick as you stood fake smiling at Jeff.

Harry said his thank you’s to everyone before the both of you left. Going to another radio show at BBC radio 2 before wrapping that up and finally heading home. 

You walked through the door, Harry followed closely behind, talking about how he was so proud of the album and how he couldn’t have done it without the support from everyone, especially you. 

“Love?” he said, as you took your shoes off.

“Hmm?” you said, coming down from your thoughts.

“Is everything okay? You seem a bit off” he said, as you walked into your living room.

“Hmm” you said, still not really listening, being too distracted.

“They’re sounds love, not words” Harry said, teasing you as he lightly pinched your waist, trying to make you giggle, not succeeding in doing so, of course.

“Yeah… sorry. Been a long day an all” you said, smiling softly at him.

“Sure that’s it?” Harry said, placing a hand on your thigh.

“Of course. Just tired s’all” you said, leaning in to place a kiss on his pink lips.

“Hmm. Don’t believe it though. I saw the way you’ve been acting all day. All smiley but quiet. Love, I know ya. Known yer for 4 years now, been in love with yer for 4 years now. Been together for 1… Sommat’s up” he said.

You sighed deeply, preparing for what you were about to say.

“I am so proud of you H, I am. So proud. S’just… I dunno… Guess I’m jealous s’all” you said, making Harry chuckle.

“Jealous of what love?” He said, his eyebrows furrowing.

“The other girls” you said, making Harry’s forehead crinkle, his eyes looking deeply into yours as he tries processing the words you spoke.

“What other girls?” Harry said, confusion spreading across his features.

“The ones you write about” you said, closing your eyes and placing your forehead against his chin as a tear ran down your cheek. Before you continued, “I don’t want to be the jealous girlfriend, I’ve never have been that kind of girl H. I have been in love with you for 4 years H. I’ve been in love with you since I was 19 and you have been with other women in those 4 years, and I have been with other men in those years. All whilst being in love with you… Those are facts… and I have never been the jealous type, that too is a fact. So I don’t know what is different now but it hurts” you said, sobbing throughout.

“Baby, they are nothing. Nothing. They are the past, it is a fact that I find it easy writing about experiences, past ones… They are the past and they are nothing. You are very much the present and everything. I hate that I’m hurting you, I hate it. And you know me Lou, I’m crap with words and what not… I’m good at writing about things though… S’why I wrote woman about you and sweet creature about you ” Harry said, placing his fingers under your chin and tilting your head up slowly, a smirk placed on his face as he took in your initial reaction, your eyebrows were now furrowed, like his were slightly earlier.

“Wh-what? About- there- me? what?” you said, become incoherent. Harry giggled before saying “I love you so much” as he placed a kiss against your lips.

“You wrote them - about me” you said, as he continued to kiss you. He slowly pulled away, laughing as soon as he saw the shocked expression still on your face.

“I wrote them about you love” Harry said , taking your small hand into his much larger one.

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” you said, genuinely smiling for the first time that day.

“I thought it was obvious. I’m in love with yeh pet. Wanna spend the rest of me life with you” Harry said, placing a kiss against your lips.

“I love you so much H. I’m so proud of you and I’m so silly” you said, making him shake his head.

“Maybe a lil’. But I’m silly in love with you. Besides, you aint wrote no songs about me just yet” Harry said, making you giggle.

“You mad? Wrote just about a whole album about you” you said, making Harry nod his head.

“Yeah. Jus’ wanted to hear you say it” he said, making you pull him in to a long kiss.

He’s Dangerous, But Not Around You: Part 4

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Masterlist linked in bio!


“Y/n, she’s- she’s coming here tonight.”

Once the words stuttered out of his mouth, it was as if Harry’s soul left his body. All the composure he carried within the last three months have suddenly been broken down, completely struck by his words.

He goes stiff, face paling by the second, and his body seems to be immobile. His eyes are wide, in a trance, dazing out into oblivion. She made it clear she never wanted to see him again. She hasn’t even spoken to him since the night he broke up with her. Every attempt Harry made to reach out to her has been ignored, the feeling of being with her only existing in his memory. She was gone, she left him with remorse, and even though he begged, cried, and screamed at her to take him back, she left him alone to fight for himself.

It was clear she gave up on him, that the past two years she spent with him was a waste of her time. She was his only escape, and the way he repaid her was by leaving her. She didn’t deserve that, she didn’t deserve any of it.

So why is she coming here?

As he opens his mouth to speak, he feels the dryness of his mouth preventing him from continuing any further.

“Wh-“ he swallows thickly, eyes heavy and still in tears, “Why is she coming here, Liam?”

His tone is soft, breaking as he speaks.

Liam sighs, hand moving to the back of his neck. He doesn’t know exactly how to respond. He knows no matter what the reason, Harry’s going to be mad that he’s been keeping in touch with Y/n more than he has. And because of the large pit of insecurity that’s barricaded inside of him, he’ll start to doubt his relationship with her, even more than he does so now.

“Me and Y/n,” Liam mutters hesitantly, “we’ve been talking.”

Talking.

All Harry can process is that fucking word. Talking. Something Harry wasn’t able to do with her, yet she was doing with someone else. The way he said it, too, like he was hesitant, like he was hiding something. The look on his face said it all, like he was guilty, like he had done something that would turn the switch to push Harry over the edge.

If Y/n were to start talking to somebody else, Liam would be someone she deserved to be talking to. He’s charming, especially good looking, and has a side to him almost every girl swoons over. He’s delicate, he doesn’t have a bone in his body to commit half the harm Harry has. He can’t find a single ounce in his heart to leave someone he loves, either, which is why every part of Harry’s body boils with a feeling he’s never experienced before.

Jealousy.

Before Liam can continue what he was saying, Harry’s head snaps up, his once tearful eyes altering into a far more sinister gaze, burning through Liam like wildfire. His body is moving faster than his mind can process, his legs nearly tripping over themselves as he aggressively storms toward Liam, teeth clenched and hands curled into fists.

“Har-“

His fists violently slam against his chest, his arms pinning him against the wall in a fit of rage Harry has never felt before. The amount of anger traveling through his body makes his heart pump so much it physically hurts. His veins are popping from under his skin, his jaw clenched so harshly he wouldn’t be shocked if his own teeth crushed.

“What do you mean you’ve been talking to her?!” Harry roared, his forearm pressing harshly against his neck. “If you dared even thought about her in that way for even a second I swear to God, Liam-“

“Harry!” Liam groans, hands clenching against Harry’s wrists, striving to pry away from his mercilessness hold.

“Liam, I will kill you!” Harry sobs.

His body weakens in defeat, his sobs drowning him out of breath. The arms that were once pinning Liam against the wall have slid down right near Liam’s shoulders. His fists are banging against the wall, almost as if trying to rid the pain that has ripped through his heart.

It hurts too much.

How could he possibly live through this? For months, he thought the pain that he had been enduring was the worst it could get. Nothing could break him further than not being with the love of his life. But now, the thought of Liam being with Y/n had hurt him so bad he actually felt physical pain. His whole body hurt, his muscles straining against themselves and his skin burning from the anger unleashing from his insides.

“How could you do this to me?” He cries, “What have I done for you to do this to me?!”

Liam sighs, gripping Harry’s violent hands to prevent him from hurting himself. Harry shakes his head at his touch, his cries becoming louder, attempting to push him away because of how disgusted and betrayed he feels, but Liam isn’t having it.

“Me and Y/n” he speaks sternly, “have been talking about you.”

Harry lets out a small whimper, lifting his head up to finally look at him. His fighting hands are now trembling against Liam’s, breathing harshly from the lack of air he’s gotten from his cries.

“Wh-what?” he croaks.

“You honestly think I’d be talking to her like that?” he whispers, pulling Harry upright so he can stand properly, “First of all, I would never, in a million years, think about doing that to you. And second of all, you must really doubt yourself if you think Y/n’s even close to being over you.”

Harry trips over his own feet before he finds his balance, a sigh of relief escaping him, finally finding his breath.

He still feels upset, however, about Y/n talking to Liam instead of him. He’s spent every day trying to get her to talk to him, but she just pushed away further. He would have taken anything- anything from the sound of her breathing or crying, to her swearing and telling him she can’t do it anymore. Any of it would be better than what he was giving her now. He would have gotten answers that way, but with her silence being the only response to his desperate cries, he started to believe she didn’t love him anymore. Nothing was worse than that.

“She-she isn’t over me?” he breathes out.

Liam shakes his head slightly, eyes fluttering shut.

“Harry, she loves you.. too much. She really doesn’t know how to live without you; you were everything to her. You leaving her, it- it was too much. When you let her go it was as if every purpose she had in her life had left her all at once. She’s a completely different person now, Harry. You have to realize that the woman you see tonight won’t be the same woman you remember her being.”

Harry’s eyebrows furrow, eyes trailing down to his hands. He knows he changed her when they were together, but he hadn’t thought much about how she’d change when he left. Of course, he expected her to be heartbroken and upset, but he didn’t expect her to be so different.

He promised himself he’d never hurt her, that he’d never cause her any of the pain he caused others. He couldn’t bare the thought of it- the thought of her being in any sort of pain because of him. Nothing mattered more than keeping her safe and protected and him being the reason why. He felt obligated to make her feel that way. So when Liam tells him Y/n isn’t the same without him, a sudden realization hits him that it didn’t matter that he believed he was protecting her by leaving her, because in the end, she was a hell of a lot more hurt than ever before. Because of him.

“What’s wrong with her?” he whispers.

“She’s back to square one. It’s as if she never met you. She’s back to this extremely damaged, insecure woman who doesn’t show an ounce of strength. When she talks about you, she’s broken. The only reason she doesn’t talk to you is because she’s trying to forget about you.”

Harry’s heart sinks to the pit of his stomach, the thought of her going back to how she was before. She hated that girl with a passion, despised how weak she was, how little hope she had for herself. She had nothing, quite literally, and she showed just how much her past affected her. She was so insecure, she barely spoke because of the doubt she carried onto herself- convinced others would look down upon her when she put the attention on herself.

What makes his heart shatter is the thought of her trying to rid the memories she’s had with him. To him, he’d sacrifice anything to keep all the beautiful moments he’s shared with her. He wouldn’t mind a lifetime of pain if it meant the two happiest years of his life with her. She’s everything to him, he couldn’t imagine a life without her. And knowing that that’s all she wants makes him feel completely worthless.

No” he whispers, “you didn’t just say that to me. You didn’t.”

Liam rubs his shoulder, looking at him sympathetically. He can’t imagine the pain he’s been going through, especially with all the information he’s feeding him now.

“You have to think about it from her standpoint, though. She’s wrecked, Harry. The thought of you, to her, is remembering every part of her life she feels she can’t get back. You couldn’t expect her to be okay, you know, she’s in love with you.”

He nods slowly, swallowing harshly as he grips tightly onto Liam’s hand.

He doesn’t know if he can fix what he’s broken. He doesn’t know how he’s going to get the love of his life back. All he knows is that Y/n’s coming back to him, at this lakehouse, and he doesn’t want to fuck it up more than he already has.

“Help me, please” he mutters, eyes looking up at him in pure desperation.

Liam smiles, his free hand reaching to pat his shoulder softly.

“She’s coming here, for you, isn’t she? So go, take a shower and look presentable. You smell like shit.”


When Y/n arrives at the lake house, it’s as if every memory she had with Harry flashes before her eyes. She never imagined being here without Harry by her side. It’s a weird feeling, honestly, to be in the place she was positive her and Harry would get married, while they are almost complete strangers to one another.

She sucks in a harsh breath, eyes gazing upon the house. It’s just as beautiful as she remembered, but it feels different. Normally, upon arrival, she envisioned a new adventure with Harry, days filled with complete bliss and utter loving engagement. She always had a smile on her face, her heart growing on the road trip there.

But now, after everything that’s happened, she doesn’t know how to feel. She doesn’t even know what to expect. All she knows is the pain she feels in her chest and the burning she feels in her eyes every other second she spends looking at this goddamn house.

She never thought she’d end up here, actually. She didn’t want to, at least not at first. When Liam asked her to join them for Harry’s birthday, she immediately backed down, finding any excuse she possibly could to avoid any confrontation with him. But when Liam started to tell her everything about Harry’s past couple of months without her, she couldn’t keep damaging him.

A part of her believed he deserved her silence, but another part of her believed that it wasn’t fair to him, either. She loved him too much to keep doing this to him, so she conquered her fear and decided to do the one thing Harry should be doing instead.

Fighting. For them.

In the midst of her thoughts, a sudden call of her name drags her out from them.

“Y/n!” the boys welcome her, all rushing to greet her with a hug.

She gasps from the unexpected tackle the boys give her, adjusting her body against their holds as she tries, but fails, to hug them all back.

“Hi” she smiles, cheeks flushing from the sudden amount of attention, “it’s good to see you guys again.”

The boys’ eyebrows furrow in confusion, lightly laughing at her change in demeanor. She seems out of place, lost somehow. He can tell she’s doubting her arrival, but she knows them. She’s been a part of them for years, there’s no way he’s going to let her break up with Harry affect their friendship with her so negatively.

“What’s with the proper greeting, Y/n? C’mon, it’s us!” Niall laughs, wrapping his arm around her shoulders in an attempt to loosen her up.

Y/n lets out a slight giggle, tucking a loose piece of hair behind her ear. She lets out a small breath, swallowing harshly before nodding her head.

“Yeah- yeah, sorry, just a bit nervous is all” she mutters.

The boys nod at her knowingly, smiling softly at her and they begin to guide her inside the house. They make small talk while she settles in the house, asking her about how she’s been, how she’s been, and how she’s been spending her time during her departure. She answers willingly, discussing her new job and the small apartment she started living in. It wasn’t half of what her and Harry shared, but it was cozy and thought it was perfect for one person.

Zayn insists on having Y/n unpack in a room and give her some privacy. The rest of the boys agree, settling in the living room to set up the poker game they planned on playing earlier. While doing so, Zayn and Y/n are left alone in the kitchen.

She feels her heart pounding out of her chest at the mere thought of seeing Harry. So much time has passed and so much could change, their once unbreakable bond seizing to nonexistence. She doesn’t know how he feels about her anymore, but she hopes deeply he still loves her just as much as she still loves him. Even after he left her.

“Where is he?” she whispers, the side of her index finger in between her teeth.

“He’s upstairs showering. He took Niall’s room, pretty sure none of them will care which room you take. Just make yourself comfortable.” Zayn smiles.

Comfortable, she thought. Yeah right.

Making her first step in the bedroom her and Harry would normally stay in gave her an overwhelming feeling of comfort. It’s the closest she felt to him in a while, being in the bedroom where their relationship peaked. Every square inch of her new apartment feels nothing like home, no traces of Harry’s existence inside it. She felt uneasy in her house, alone and cold with every step she took. It was quiet, it was boring, no history behind it.

This room, though, at every sight she took their was a story, a memory to permanently set itself inside the four walls. It hurts her to know the legacy of this room may never continue on, but she feels at home here. In the first time in months, she’s comfortable. She’s sane, because this is the closest she’s been to Harry since the breakup, and it feels euphoric.

She closes the door softly behind her, locking the door, because the thought of an unexpected entrance of Harry fills her with anxiety. She isn’t ready to face him yet, she doesn’t know if she’s strong enough to admit her feelings and stand her ground. But she questions if she ever really will be ready for it.

She sets her bag down on the bed, propping her hands up from the mattress, taking deep breaths to try and calm herself down. She squeezes her eyes shut, an unwanted wave of tears making their way to the surface. She lets out a small whimper, thinking back to all her favorite memories with him.

Why does she have to think about it so much?


“Harry, we’re back!” Y/n squealed, clapping her hands together as her feet lifted off the ground in pure excitement.

It was their first year anniversary. Harry kept telling her all day he had an amazing surprise planned out for her. She didn’t expect to end up here. She expected a temporary hotel, or maybe a place that provided a spa, since Harry said the drive to the lake house wouldn’t be a good idea since Louis’ family would be staying there for the weekend. Of course, he lied. If he didn’t, the sight before him wouldn’t have been as priceless as it was then.

Harry giggled, admiring the cutest sight he’s ever seen. Her eyes gleamed, the smile painted on her beautiful face enough to satisfy him for the rest of his life. He felt his happiest when watching Y/n at her exciting moments. The look she had made his heart flutter, because it was him that made her feel that way.

“You really thought I wouldn’t take you here?” He chuckled, hugging her from behind and planting a soft kiss in the crook of her neck. “This is our place.”

Y/n sighed contently, turning her body around so that she can kiss him. Her hands found their way to the back of his neck, scraping the nape of it. His hand wandered to her back, rubbing her t-shirt covered skin.

“You’re a sneaky little one, aren’t you?” She smirked against his lips.

He laughed, eyes staring captivatingly into hers.

“That’s the point of a surprise, isn’t it, love?”


The sound of someone knocking on the door snaps Y/n out of her daydream. Expecting it to be Zayn checking up on her, she slowly makes her way to the door. Before she has a chance to fully make it, the voice she hasn’t heard in months calls from the other side of the doorway.

“Y/n, please.” Harry pounds harder on the door again, “Please let me in.”

Y/n steps slightly away from the door the second she’s aware it’s Harry. Her breathing slows into such quietness she can barely breathe. She doesn’t move, a bit of her hoping that if she doesn’t respond to him, he’d leave.

She wants to see him, she does, but she just can’t. Being broken up with him is easier without the constant reminder that he’s not in her life anymore. Seeing him would just be a slap in the face for her, a punch in the gut to remind her just how much she’s lost.

Harry groans, kicking the bottom of the door. He sighs, placing his forehead against the door as he slowly jiggles the knob between his fingers, just hoping she’d have any chance of letting him in.

“Baby,” his voice cracks as he whispers, “Baby, please. I don’t know how much longer I can go without seeing you.“

He knows she’s there. He can hear her shallow breathing through the door, and hell, even hearing her breathe is making him feel relieved. He didn’t know how long he’d go without hearing it.

Y/n blinks away her tears, folding her arms across her chest, because she feels so weak when it comes to him, but she has to stand her ground. He can’t just leave her brokenhearted and expect her to give into him. Not without letting him know just how much he’s destroyed her.

“That’s your own fault, Harry.” She croaks out.

Her voice makes his head snap up toward the door. The sound of her voice, God, how much it means to him. He thought he’d never hear it again. Even if it’s rough, even if her tone is harsh, at least she’s speaking to him. He’s no longer being haunted by an empty void and constant reminder that she’s not in his life anymore.

“No, I know but- but I never thought I’d never see you again.” he whimpers, “I haven’t even heard your voice. I’m going crazy here. I’ve been putting up the biggest fight of my life. I need you, I don’t know how much longer I can do this.”

Y/n’s face twists in anger once he finishes. How dare he say that to her? How dare he make this entirely about himself. He’s going crazy? He doesn’t know how much longer he can do this? He was the one who broke things off. She fought for him, she’s been fighting for him for so long and he was the one who kept pushing her away. Him not seeing her? Him going crazy? That’s his fault. This is all his fault.

In her sudden fit of anger, Y/n storms up to the door, punching it with the two sides of her fists.

“You let me go, Harry!” She screams.

Harry visibly flinches at her sudden outburst, his body nearly flinging itself off the door.

"I did everything for you! I was there for you when you had nobody else, I was by your side while everybody else gave up on you! I was the only person on this earth who still had hope for you! And what did you do? You proved me wrong.”

Harry thrashes his head side to side, eyes squeezing shut as he hears her venomous words. His hands tug harder on the doorknob, fighting with everything he has just to fucking look at her.

“C’mon, Y/n! C’mon!” Harry growls through clenched teeth, attempting to kick the door down.

"I spent two years of my life with you because I loved you, and you let me go.” She whispers the last part, her forehead pressing gently against the door.

His breathing is harsh, face dampened with tears as his fingers graze the part of the door he knows she’s leaning on. This is the closest he’s been to her in three months, he’s getting more mental by the second. He’s hasn’t felt her so close in so long, he’ll stop at nothing to get closer. Not even this goddamn door can stop him.

“Y/n” he whispers, “open this door or so help me God, I will kick it down myself.”

She lifts her hand hesitantly to the knob, contemplating whether to completely ignore his request or risk breaking down everything she’s built since the breakup. She’s close to walking away, but she doesn’t think she’d be able to live with herself if she decides not to see him again. She’s barely survived the past three months without him, she can’t bare to think about how emotional she’d become if she wasted another minute of her life without her beside him.

Her shaking fingers slowly turn the lock. She barely has time to even consider going back on her decision before Harry emerges from the other side, feverishly slamming the door and locking it again, preventing anybody on invading their privacy.

He turns around to face her in a hasting manner, hair disheveled, dampened with little drops of water dripping from the ends. His sweatpants and t-shirt worn sloppily on his body, as if in a hurry to put his outfit on.

When he sees her, he swears every part of him ignites. He’s breathless, seeing her stand in the middle of their favorite room, looking as nervous as ever, but just as beautiful as he remembers. It’s as if his heart mends at the sight of her, like she’s the cure for all the pain he’s been suffering through.

He’s never felt more alive in his life while he looks at her in this moment.

She keeps her head down, hiding her tears, refusing to let her eyes meet his. The second she looks at him, she’ll be a goner. She’ll mold back into him so easily there wouldn’t be any trace of a hesitation. She’ll conform back into his life as if she never left, but she refuses to do that now. She needs to realize the damage he’s done. Letting her go was the worst decision of his life.

“Y/n” Harry whispers, “please look at me.”

She lets out a grated cry, her hand reaching up to her chest. She shakes her head, lungs collapsing as she attempts to breathe past her sobs.

She’s never felt so hurt before. How can she look at her love, that broke her heart, and be expected to be okay? How is any of that possible?

“I- I can’t, Harry.” She sobs, shaking her head.

Harry takes a couple steps closer to her. Her body is shaking, her eyes looking at anywhere but him.

It hurts him more than she thinks. He feels crushed and helpless as she continues to ignore him. He just wants nothing more than for him to be heard and to be seen by her, and she’s just not giving it to him, and he feels like he’s dying.

“Why?” he whispers, his hand reaching out to graze her shoulder.

“Please talk to me, why can’t you look at me?!” He cries out, frustrated tears tracing down his face.

“Because when I look at you, all I can think about is loving you!” she sobs, her voice raising as her eyes, finally, look up to stare at his. “And I don’t want to love you anymore, Harry, I don’t! You ruined me! You fought against everything in your life. You fought everything and everyone and yet you didn’t fight for us!”

It feels as if the wind has been knocked right out of Harry, his chest tightening as he listens to her confess everything she’s been feeling within the past three months.

He never thought about it that way- not fighting for her. He was trying to fight for her for so long, but he couldn’t find the strength to change. When he left her, he didn’t mean it as him not fighting for their relationship, he meant is as a way to protect her from him- to protect her from the danger he’s been bringing into her life.

He continues to cry. Soul-shaking, heavy cries as she pushes his hand off of her.

“I want to hate you so bad, Harry” she whimpers, eyes closing as silent tears run along her face.

“But when I look at you all I can think about is holding you and touching you and kissing you and all I can think about is doing everything you don’t want me to do.”

Harry looks at her like he’s watching his whole world crumble. He’s confused, extremely heartbroken that she genuinely believes he didn’t want any of that. That’s all he thought about. Living without those hands roaming his body, living without her lips against hers, living without her arms wrapped around him was enough to kill him. He just felt so empty.

“You really think I don’t want any of that?” he whispers, his fingers reaching up to rub her cheek.

She rubs her cheek along his fingers, eyes fluttering shut at his touch. Even the slightest bit of it is enough to send chills down her spine.

“I don’t know” she mumbles, “I don’t know anything about us anymore.”

He sighs, hands making their way around her waist before pulling her against him. She cries softly in his chest, her fingers tugging softly at the hem of his shirt. He rocks her back and forth, his own tears falling on top of her head but she shows no sign of caring.

“I never stopped loving you, you know” he whispers, lips speaking against her shoulder, “I don’t know how I did all that I did without you. I promise you, I’m not the man I was. I don’t hurt people anymore, I’m not who I was, I swear. I fought for us when I let you go. I had to prove myself wrong to convince myself we could be right for each other.”

She shakes her head, pushing his body away from hers.

“So that’s it? You had to convince yourself we were right for each other? So through our entire two years you just- you just thought we were wrong for each other?” she snaps.

Harry begins to panic, everything rushing to him all at one time, he feels like he can hardly breathe.

“No, baby, what are you-”

“How could you say that to me, Harry?” she whispers, eyes looking desperately into his, “how could you dare stand there and say that to me?”

He desperately reaches for her hand, bringing it up to his lips as he’s on the verge of genuinely begging her to understand him.

He’s never seen her so hurt.

“I know me and you are meant for each other. I- I never laid hands on someone else the way I laid my hands on you. You pushed me through everything, you stuck by me through all my faults and you still loved me, Y/n. Even though I know there were times you wanted to despise me, you continued to love me. And even now, I’m standing here, probably looking like the biggest fool because the man who used to not give a shit about others is drowning in his own tears over a girl but I don’t care. Because my life is nothing without you, my existence is nothing without you by my side. And I will spend the rest of my life trying to convince you that I never meant a single word of what I said to you when I left.”

She looks up at him in admiration, her hands harshly holding his face. She’s speechless, soft breaths struggling to escape her as she tries for form a coherent sentence.

“You will always be my plus one, baby. Don’t you ever forget that.”

Before he can say anything else, she feverishly pushes his lips toward her. Her body ignites in pure euphoria, the feeling of his lips against hers reviving every part of her that died when he left.

She moans in the kiss, pushing his body down against the bed. His hands graze her back, lost in complete oblivion as her lips work magnetically against hers.

There’s no point in fighting this anymore, she didn’t want to spend another second without him. She knew they wouldn’t be apart forever, but she didn’t know how easy it would be to fall back into his arms. It was as if the anger burning inside her was no match for the overwhelming desire to have him back in her life, as if her broken heart didn’t give a shit about its angered undertone.

And with his lips against hers, with her name breathlessly leaving his lips like she’s never heard it before, the past meant absolutely fucking nothing to them.

“Don’t leave.” Harry heaves between kisses, his fingers digging into her waist, sure to leave marks.

God, how fucking heavenly is this, she thinks.

“Not leaving.” She whispers back, sloppily detaching herself from him to take off the unwanted t-shirt that was to his body.

She presses her lips against his chest, kissing down from his neck to the valley in between his chest. Her hands grip his, squeezing them as she kisses down to his naval.

“No,” Harry groans, the feeling of her touch making it hard for him to concentrate, “you’re not understandin’ me, baby. Don’t leave.

Her lips come to a halt, her eyes traveling up his body until they meet his. She rests her chin against his abdomen, confused wrinkles forming between her eyebrows. He’s panting, eyes dark as he looks down at her. But he’s smirking, slightly, reaching his hand up to slide it down her hair. 

“How much of a fool would I be if I get the love of my life back and not ask her to move in with me?” 

Y/n chuckles, placing her forehead against his abdomen as she laughs.

“We already have a house together, y’know, I think we both knew I’d come back and-”

Here” Harry interrupts her, “ask you to move in with me here.”

Y/n’s mouth drops, at a complete loss of words after hearing the question Harry planned on asking her for far too long now. 

She loves this house, she does, with a passion, but she never thought Harry would live with her here. Sure, it is the house they feel most comfortable in, and it is the house that feels most like home to them, but this is under the Tomlinson name. How can this place be theirs?

She stutters out, not processing what exactly had just happened. 

“Wh-what?”

“Oh c’mon” Harry sighs, “you never thought about this? You can’t tell me you can’t see us being married with our little kids roaming around in here, can you?”

Y/n lets out a soft cry, the words falling from his mouth making their way to her beating heart. She smiles up at him, giggling before crawling so that she’s on top of him. He laughs at her, heart swelling at the look on her face. She leans down to kiss him again, lips meshing together in pure bliss.

“I can see all of that” she sighs out in contentment, “I love you so much, Harry. I’d never leave.”

He smiles again before giving her a quick peck to her lips.

She lifts her hand to tangle her fingers in his hair, tugging slightly at the roots.

“Happy birthday, my sweet love of mine.”