and stay away from all social media for a while

Did someone say modern step sibling au lmao
I mentioned writing this before, I was gonna make it one long fic but i decided to break it up into a few shorter ones? It wont be that long tho I just don’t want it all to be in one thing.
ANYWAY, this is a modern au featuring JD and Heather Chandler as step siblings who are desperate for Veronica, a Known Bisexual. It’s honestly equal parts jdonica and chansaw so hopefully you’re into that lol. Here’s part one!

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Secret Love Song - Harry Styles Mini Series Part 9

Originally posted by pinkharold

Part 8

You weren’t exactly sure how you made it from the floor of the lobby to the bed in the hotel room, but that’s where you were. The last thing you remembered was walking through the crowd of fans and clutching your chest as you tried to breathe your way through an anxiety attack. 

And now, you were laying on the bed with a very worried boyfriend pacing around the room. 

“How did I-” You mumbled sitting up a bit. 

“Y/N! Oh my god, are you okay?” He said worried, but still keeping his distance. 

“I-I think so,” you whispered. “How did I get up here?” 

“I carried you up here and once you got your breathing under control you just fell asleep,” he whispered. 

“Oh, I uh… I do that sometimes,” you blushed. 

“Are you okay? Do you need to see a doctor?” He asked quickly sitting down on the bed. 

“No, no I’m okay now,” you said. “I just might be tired for a bit.” 

“I knew we should have gone the other way,” he sighed. 

“It’s my fault, I didn’t think it would be that bad,” you said. 

“Are you sure you’re okay?” He sighed. 

“Yes, I’m fine,” you sighed. “I’m sorry you had to see that. I wish you hadn’t seen that.” 

“Why?” He asked confused. 

“Because now you’ve seen that you don’t have a normal girl for a girlfriend,” you sighed. “That night at the club, when you saw me having an attack, that was nothing compared to this and sometimes they’re worse than what I experienced today. Every single one of my exes, when they’ve seen me have an attack or I talk about my anxiety, they just brush it off like I want attention and then they end up breaking up me or cheating on me when it becomes too much for them,” you rolled your eyes. 

“Do you really think I would do that?” He asked with hurt in his voice. 

“No, but I’m sure everyone is talking about what happened and it’s going to be everywhere. Not only are people talking about the fact that you have a girlfriend now, but she’s also someone who can’t even walk through a crowd of people without freaking out to the point of exhaustion,” you mumbled. 

“Baby, none of that is your fault,” he whispered. “And I would never… I would never break up with you over it and I’m not going to brush it off. What I saw today scared the shit out of me and I was so worried about you.” 

“I’m sorry I scared you,” you whispered. “I didn’t exactly plan it,” you joked. 

“Are you seeing someone for it?” He asked. 

“I have in the past and I’m taking medication for it. Both of those help for the most part, but there are some things like crowds of people or feeling trapped that trigger me,” you said. 

“Why didn’t you ever tell me?” He sighed. 

“Because sometimes I’m ashamed of it,” you sighed. “People have this stigma around anxiety that it’s not real and we’re just wanting to attention and then you have people who pretend to have anxiety because they think it’s a cool trend to say that they have it. I mean everyone has a bit of anxiety in them, but when you have a disorder it’s to the extreme.” 

“I’m sorry that you felt like you couldn’t come to me,” he whispered. 

“It wasn’t that, I’m just used to not talking about it with people. My friends and family don’t really understand and they don’t usually care to either,” you shrugged. 

“Well, not with me,” he whispered. “You can talk to me about this or anything and I’ll be here to listen.” 

You smiled a bit. “Thank you,” you whispered laying your head on his shoulder. 

He kissed your head and wrapped his arms around you. “So, what do you want to do? We could order some dinner in and watch a movie or take a nice warm bath, whatever you’d like,” he smiled. 

“I think dinner and a nice relaxing bath would be great,” you smiled. “I’m afraid I’d fall asleep during the movie.” 

“You don’t have to stay up, love,” he whispered. “If you want to go to sleep, you can. I can fend for myself.”

“I know, but I don’t want to ruin our day any more than I already have,” you smiled. 

“You didn’t ruin it, baby,” he whispered. 

“Maybe not for you, but I did for myself,” you said. “And to be honest I’m quite used to it.” 

Harry sighed looking over at you before kissing your head again and grabbing the room service menu and calling in an order. 


You and Harry were now back in London. He had been busy over the last few days since your return from Paris due to appearances and rehearsals. You had also been busy. You had to pick up your final paycheck from the magazine and clean out your office, something Madison had already done for you and all that was left to get was a box of everything. 

You carried the box to your car and then headed back to your house. You brought the box into the spare room in your flat that you used as a make shift office. Something that would come in handy over these next few weeks as you looked for a job. 

You had been staring at your computer screen for what seemed like hours when the knock on your front door brought you back to reality. You pushed away from your desk and when to answer the door. 

“Finally!” Jess groaned pushing her way through the doorway with bags in her hand. 

“You’ve been waiting for like two minutes, if that,” you laughed shutting the door. 

“This shit is heavy,” she said putting the bags on the table. 

“Jesus, did you buy enough food for an army,” you laughed. 

“No, I just.. anyway, I’ve been looking forward to this day, so come get some food and then spill!” She smirked. 

“What is there to spill?” You asked taking a little bit of each food from the different containers. 

“Um, well, for one how about the fact that you’re dating Harry Styles and went on a romantic getaway with him,” she said with a mouthful. 

“It wasn’t a romantic getaway. He went for work and I just tagged along,” you said innocently. 

“So, you’re telling me that you two didn’t do anything romantic in the least bit?” She asked putting her hands on her hips. 

“I mean… there were some romantic moments, but nothing over the top,” you said. “But then again, most of that was probably because of everything that happened. Between people finding out about us and then my anxiety attack there were a few setbacks on any romantic plans he may have had.” 

“Shit, that sucks,” she sighed. “I saw a video of what happened. There wasn’t a lot to go on because once you were inside there wasn’t any footage of you, but I could tell you were freaking out.” 

“Yep,” you sighed. “It wasn’t my finest moment.” 

“How are you doing with that?” She asked. 

“I’m better now, although I have been staying away from my social media because I don’t need to see what happened,” you sighed. 

“How did Harry handle it?” She asked grabbing more food. 

“Surprisingly well,” you said. “After it happened, I was embarrassed and thought that maybe he’d be embarrassed too or that he’d be freaked out and break up with me.” 

“And I take it that didn’t happen?” She asked. 

“Not at all. He was very supportive and for the first time in a while, I feel like I have someone I can lean on about this. I know that I’ve always had you, but I’ve never had that in a boyfriend…” you whispered. 

“I’m really happy for you, Y/N,” she smiled. “I knew that you seemed different these past few weeks and I’m really glad to know that you’ve found someone that seems to treat you like you deserve.” 

“I am too,” you smiled. “I’ve never felt like this about anyone before and quite honestly it scares me because I don’t want to ever lose this feeling, but I’m enjoying every second of it.” 

“Speaking of enjoying…” she smirked. “Have you slept with him yet?” 

You don’t respond, just simply take a sip of your drink. 

“HOLY SHIT YOU HAVE!” She exclaimed. 

“We’re so not talking about this,” you said shaking your head. 

“Yes, we are! I can’t believe this. Do you realize how lucky you are? There are like millions of girls and I’m sure guys that would love to be able to say they’ve fucked Harry Styles and you get to do that!” She said. 

You rolled your eyes. “Your fangirl is showing, Jess.” 

“Sorry!” She groaned. 

You laughed. “But if you must know, the first time was in Paris,” you said. “So, we haven’t exactly been at it that long.” 


“Oh my God,” you said. “Can you go an entire conversation without shouting at me?” You laughed. 

“You’ve known me your entire life, when have I ever been quiet?” She laughed. 

“True,” you giggled. 

“Anyway, all fangirling and joking aside, he seems like a real gent and I’m happy that you have someone like that,” she smiled. “Now, does he have any single friends?” 

“I think so,” you laughed. “I’ll have to ask him if any of them are up to par for you though.” 

“You’re the best,” she smirked. 

You laughed and finished your lunch. 


Later that day, you had another visitor, but this time it was your boyfriend. When you opened the door, you saw nothing but a huge bouquet of flowers and legs covered in black skinny jeans. 

“Um… “ You laughed. “Hi..” 

Harry poked his head to the side of the flowers and gave a little smile. “There’s my girl,” he said. 

You smiled moving to the side and letting him in. He put the flowers on the table before taking your hand and pulling you into his arms. “I’ve missed you,” he groaned. 

“I’ve missed you too,” you smiled wrapping your arms around his neck. 

“I only have a few weeks of promo once the album is out and then I’ll be all yours for a few more weeks before I have to worry with Dunkirk,” he smiled. 

“Hmm… And what will I do with you having all that time on our hands?” You smirked. 

“I can think of a few things that I’d love for you to do with me,” he joked. 

You laughed. “Anyway, dinner is almost ready. You can sit on the couch if you’d like. The remote to the tele is on the table and I can bring you some wine if you’d like?” 

“I’ll just grab some water,” he smiled. “Do you need any help?” 

“Nope, I’ve got everything,” you said. 

He nodded and grabbed some water before leaning against the counter. “So, how was your day?” He asked. 

“It was okay, Jess came over for lunch and we talked about you,” you laughed. 

“Let me guess, you told her how amazing I was and that your boyfriend is a sex god?” He joked. 

“Oh, yes, word for word,” you giggled. 

“I knew it,” he laughed. 

“She does want to know if you have any single friends,” you laughed. 

“A few,” he said. “Should we set up a double date soon?” 

“We could, but for now, let’s just focus on a date between us,” you smiled. 

After dinner, you and Harry made your way over to your living room. You had put on some music and you sat next to him with your legs on his lap and your head on his shoulder. Harry kissed your head and ran his hands up your legs. 

“How’s the job hunting go?” He asked. 

“It’s not,” you sighed. “I’ve been looking all day, but nothing.” 

“Have you thought about starting your own website and just posting things that you want to post about?” He asked. “I know it’s not really a paycheck sort of thing, but it might help with finding something.” 

“I have thought about it actually,” you said. 

“Then you should do it,” he smiled. “And I really think you should maybe have lunch with sister and she can help you.” 

“I know you’ve mentioned it before, but do you really think she’d help me?” You asked. 

“Yes, you’re my girlfriend,” he smiled. 

“I don’t want her to help me just because I’m your girlfriend though,” you said. 

“Well, I mean it wouldn’t be just because of that, but part of the reason,” he said. “Besides she’s been hounding me to meet you already.” 

“Are we to that step yet?” You asked. 

“I’m fine with it, but I want to make sure you are too,” he said. “Because if you meet my sister just so you know Mum will also want to meet you.” 

You nodded. “I’m okay with it if you’re okay with it,” you smiled. “But I think we’ve had enough talking…” you smirked putting your cup of tea on the table and then turning around to straddle him. 

“More than enough,” he smirked putting his hands on your hips. 

You smiled leaning down to kiss him. You two started off with little pecks and smiles before taking it a little further. Your hands were in his hair while his were running up and down your back as he deepened the kiss. 

He pulled away from your lips and made his way down your neck. You tilted your head to the side and felt his hands inching up under the hem of your blouse. 

You smirked pulling away from him and putting your hands up in the air. With a smirk on his lips, he pulled off your top and ran his hands over the newly naked skin. 

“God, you’re so hot,” he mumbled taking your head in his hands and kissing you deeply again. 

While you were still kissing him, you started to pull on his t-shirt, but his arms were in the way. You groaned and pulled away. 

“Sorry, love,” he laughed removing his hands from your face and letting you take off his shirt. 

You threw the black cotton fabric to the floor and ran your hands over his chest and wrapping your arms around his shoulders. “As much as I love this couch, it’s not exactly the best place to continue this, so we should probably head to my bedroom,” you smirked. 

“Don’t mind if we do,” he smirked standing up and throwing you over his shoulder before practically running to your room. 


The next morning, you wake up to Harry bringing in a tray of food to your room. You laughed sitting up and wrapping the bed sheet around your naked body. 

“What’s this?” You asked. 

“Just wanted to do something nice for my beautiful girlfriend so I thought I make us some breakfast in bed. I’ve got veggie omelets, toast, fruit and some juice,” he said. 

You smiled sitting up against the headboard. Harry sat next to you and you both got your plate and started eating. 

“Oh, yeah, you definitely get the boyfriend of the year award for this,” you joked. 

He laughed. “I’m glad you think so,” he smiled. 

“So, do you anything to do today?” You asked. 

“I do actually,” he said. “I’ve got the music video shoot today.” 

“Oh, wow,” you said. “That’s great.” 

“Yeah. We’re filming it in Scotland,” he said. 

“That’s amazing. I love it there,” you smiled. 

“Do you want to come with me?” He asked. “We’re just going up for the day.” 

“Are you sure you want me to be there?” You asked. “I mean I don’t want to be in the way.” 

“Baby, you wouldn’t be in the way,” he smiled. 

“Well, okay, but only because I just want to go to Scotland,” you joked. 

“Rude!” He said dramatically. “I’m quite hurt, baby.” 

“You’ll live,” you giggled. 

He laughed and grabbed a strawberry off your plate. 

“Hey!” You whined. “That’s mine!” 

“You’ll live,” he mocked. 

“You’re such an ass,” you laughed. 

“What was that? You love my ass?” He smirked. 

You rolled your eyes. “I’m going to take a shower,” you said getting up from the bed and wrapping the sheets around you. 

“No, come back,” he whined reaching for you. “We still have a bit before we have to be at the airport.” 

“I need to get ready,” you laughed. 

“So, come back here,” he whined pulling on the sheet. “And why are you covering yourself up, there’s no need for that.” 

“Maybe I like a little modesty every now and again,” you said. 

“There was no modesty last night when you were riding my-” he smirked. 

“Do not finish that sentence,” you said putting your hand over his mouth. 

He laughed behind your hand before you removed it from his face. You were close enough now that he was able to wrap his arms around you and pull you back onto the bed. 

“We can cuddle for another half hour and then we can start getting ready,” he nodded wrapping his arms around you. 

You laughed when his hands found their way to cupping your chest under the sheet and you rolled your eyes. “Cuddling huh?” You said. 

“Yes, cuddling,” he smirked kissing your shoulders. 

You shook your head knowing that this kind of cuddling was for sure going to lead somewhere else and the two of you would more than likely be late to the airport. 

And late you were. 

I think this recent scandal is evident of how scary fast people can tear those in the public image down.

Sophie’s entire career has been put in danger because some idiot with mothballs in his or her’s ears thought she said the “n” word when she obviously did not.

And it all happened because of one tweet to a highly unremarkable clip. And before you know it nearly everybody was against her and seeming quite eager to tear her down.

Like it’s pretty troubling to me that people were so quick to turn against her like that. Fair enough if she actually said it but I have a big feeling most of these people didn’t even watch the video in question.

I think Sophie is going to end up staying away from all forms of social media for a while. And the fucking worst thing about that is Sophie is (or was) a strong believer in using social media and believed that it could be used for a good cause.

And ironically in a not so funny or clever way; social media was used against her.

People might think they are clever with the “cancelled” nonsense but they are just being completely vile in their eagerness to tear somebody down.

For the Love of Harry, Part Six

“It was lunch at a local cafe, Harry,” you say, shaking your head and ignoring his irrationality. “Kari and I decided to go have some lunch together today to get out of the office for a while. It was nothing.”

“How is it nothing when photos are circulating of you again?” he asks, irritated.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” you say, sarcastically. “I guess I didn’t get the memo that I was no longer allowed to walk three blocks away from my work to have lunch with my best friend.”

“How will I ever make you understand?!” he growls, tugging at his hair in frustration.

“Why is it my fault that some person took my photo while I was at a local cafe?” you ask, looking at him confused. “I did nothing wrong, and I don’t recall doing anything that would have embarrassed you, so why are you so upset?”

“I don’t like photos of you being plastered all over social media!” he roars.

You look at him frustratingly. “So you are saying you want me to stay at home unless I’m at work, and while I’m at work I’m not allowed to leave, and I have to go straight to and from each.”

“No,” he groans. “That’s not what I’m saying, love.”

“Harry,” you say as you look directly at him and sigh. “You worry too much. I can’t be kept inside like a caged animal. You wouldn’t like that either. I know sometimes you’ve had to do that because of who you are. But, I’m nobody. I know people still associate me with you, even though we’ve kept our life together secret, for the most part. What circulates in social media and such, it’s all speculative. Your fans and the media, they have their theories, but that’s all they have right now.”

“I don’t like God-knows-who having access to you,” he insists. “It makes me nervous.”

You look at him questioningly, knowing there has to be more to this than he is saying.

“Why?” you look at him. “What do you know that I don’t?”

He stutters slightly. “Nothing. Sweetheart, please understand how unsettling it is for me to go onto my social media and find I’ve been tagged in thousands of copies of photos of you out somewhere, with no protection, no security to keep you safe.”

“Harry, nobody wants me except you,” you grin at him slightly. “They want you, not me. Is that what this is about?” He looks at you with furrowed brow. “You know how the paps and fans are with you, and you don’t want them to be that way with me?”

“Well,” he frowns, “Yes, I suppose, partly.”

“They aren’t that way with me,” you insist. “I swear. We walked the three blocks to the cafe, had lunch and a nice visit, and walked back, without one person stopping us, talking to us, asking us questions, and the only person who apparently took photos, we were oblivious to. They didn’t approach us. It was completely safe.”

“Until it’s not,” he says, whining. “You don’t use social media anymore so you don’t see the horrible comments people make about you. Babe, some of them are really terrible, and it makes me worry more for you.”

You inhale and exhale audibly. “Harry,” you walk to him and hold his hands. “I love that you worry about me. And I hate that you worry about me. I worry about you, too, like, all the time. You are in a much bigger spotlight than I am. And until we are made public, that spotlight on me shouldn’t grow. The only time I’ve ever had problems, I’ve told you about, and it’s usually when there has been some new kind of false rumor circulate, and the second the rumor is squashed, the cockroaches scatter again and nobody bothers me. And as far as the comments, I would have to care about their opinion for it to bother me. I’m sorry they bother you so much.”

He pulls you against him and kisses your lips softly. “I just worry about you. I never want anything to happen to you. In my perfect, ideal world, I would have you with me all the time…work, traveling, everything. You would quit your job so you could be wherever I am. And I know that isn’t realistic, at least not yet.”

“I love that you want me with you. But I think you’re right. It isn’t really realistic at this point, and it would definitely out us to the world,” you say, leaning your head against his chest.

“I know. I’m sorry,” he apologizes, tightening his hug around you.

You look at him, trying to assure him. “I promise you, I am always careful. I stopped taking the tube for you, using a cab or driver like you requested. I don’t go for runs anymore because you are worried for my safety. And where I used to go shopping in the little shops in town all the time, I rarely do anymore, because it makes you nervous.”

“I sound like a tyrant, don’t I?” he sulks, frowning while rubbing his hands up and down your back.

You nod teasingly, crinkling your nose at him. “Yes.” You smile as he chuckles. “I understand why you feel the way you do. But I need my freedom to go and do when I want to sometimes, too. You understand that, don’t you?” you ask calmly.

He hugs you tightly again, kissing your head. “I do. I just need you safe.”

“And I am safe,” you reply, squeezing his middle tightly.


You were excited for a girl’s night! It had been a long time since you and Kari had had an evening of girl time together, and Harry being out of town made it the perfect time for a sleepover. You were thankful that your best friend and your boyfriend liked each other. Kari had never been to the home you shared with Harry, so it would be fun.

At the sound of the security gate buzzer, you let the private car through. Harry had insisted you use one of his drivers, making Kari scream with excitement when you told her. As you see it stop at the end of the walkway, you open the door and quickly run out to greet her. Squealing like school girls, you share a hug, thank the driver, and return to the house to give Kari a tour.

“Never thought I’d experience this kind of life. This is amazing!” she exclaims, still looking around. “A girl could get used to this!”

“It’s a nice home, yeah,” you say, smiling. “I’d love Harry even if he didn’t have a nickel to his name, but it’s a nice perk.”

“Your nice perk is my wet dream, love,” she sighs. “But I’ll happily enjoy your nice perk anytime you’d like some company.”

Hearing a video call sound on your opened laptop, you run to it happily to talk to Harry. Having texted that he would be calling, you prepared ahead. In only a moment, you see Harry’s face light up your screen.

“There’s my beautiful love!” Harry smiled, blowing you a kiss. “How are you, baby?”

“I’m fine! How are you? Missing me yet?” you smile and giggle.

“I am, yes, and I’m fine, only missing you as well!” he replies. “Has Kari arrived yet?”

“I’m here!” Kari chimes in, jumping in front of the computer screen. “Just enjoying the facilities. What a home you have here, love!”

“Like it?” he smiles. “I’m glad you beauties are getting some proper girl time while I’m away.”

“How is your work?” you ask him. “Everything going okay?”

“Yeah, it’s fine,” he says, nodding. “Should be home in a few days. Everything good there?”

“Everything’s fine here,” you smile. “Just missing you.”

He puts his hand over his heart and closes his eyes, grinning. “Missing you terribly, sweetheart. Now I’ll let you girls get back to your evening. I just wanted to call and see your face.”

“So sweet to me,” you swoon. “Going to be a night of wine, fingernail polish, and swapping sex stories.” You smile as his eyes get huge.

“You what now?” he asks, his dimples denting in deeply as he smiles and chuckles.

“Nothing!” you laugh. “Thank you for calling me.”

“Of course, love,” he says, blowing you a kiss. “I’ll call you again tomorrow. Enjoy your evening, babe. I love you.”

“I love you, too,” you say as you blow a kiss in return.

“I love you, too!” Kari yells as you both laugh.

You disconnect the call, closing the laptop and work on dinner.

“Think you’ve found a right good one in him, lovey. He’s definitely a keeper,” she smiles at you. “Not just because he’s well-off and hotter than shit on a shingle. But you can tell he really loves you. And I’ve never seen you so in love.”

You smile. “I agree, but in all honesty, the only other man you have ever seen me with was Alex.”

“Uuunnhhh!!!” she groans loudly. “He who must not be named! Evil!”

You giggle and nod your head. “Can’t say I don’t agree with that, either.”

“Have you seen him since the day he hit you?” she questioned.

“No, and I hope I never do again,” you say bluntly. “Bastard.”

“Like to punch him myself,” Kari says, balling up her fist. “Was lucky enough to have you, then to do what he did. Not a lick o’ smart in that boy, I’d say.”

“Unfortunately, he is smart,” you say. “But at least he’s left me alone since that day. Besides, if he hadn’t done what he did, and things hadn’t happened as they did, maybe I wouldn’t be with Harry now, and that kind of makes me sad to think about. So I have no regrets.”

The two of you have a great evening, watching chick flicks, doing each others hair and makeup and nails, and talking about things you only talk about with your best girlfriend. When you wake up the next morning, you rub your slightly sore head and your blurry eyes, and hear snoring from the other side of the bed. You didn’t think you drank that much wine the night before, but your head was telling you differently.

You look over at Kari and giggle, one of her legs topping your own as the rest of her is stretched out across the bed, mouth open wide and a prominent noise escaping her face with each inhalation. You let her sleep as you get up and slip into a bikini and go out for a morning swim. The water feels amazing as you float and propel your body mindlessly. You love the silence that early in the morning. Besides an occasional bird singing, it was usually quiet for your morning swims.

After a bit longer in the pool, you decide you should make sure Kari is awake and ready when her driver arrives. You climb out of the pool, grabbing your towel and drying, then jumping as you hear a voice behind you.

“Hot babe!” Kari yells followed by a wolf whistle. “You are one sexy bitch!”

You look at her, shaking your head and smiling. “Scared the shit out of me, Kar!”

“Completely jealous of Harry, love,” she admits. “I’d kill to have your body. I’m more straight up and down short of my tits being nice. But you, damn. Curves in all the right places. Harry’s one lucky man!”

“Stop it!” you laugh. As you finish drying, you look at Kari and see her looking toward the security gate with a concerned look.

“I swear someone was just looking in through the gate!” she yelled.

You look more intensely then grab her hand and walk back toward the door into the house. “Come on.” You go inside, locking the door behind you and going to make sure the security system is set. You check the surveillance looking around the gate area but don’t see anyone. “Well, if there was someone, they aren’t there now.”

“That’s scary, love,” she says, the look of fear in her eyes. “Loads of people who would love to get in here and nick somethin’, I’m sure. Or hope to get to Harry.”

You shake your head. “His security system is incredible, and all I have to do is push that red button and apparently what will seem like an entire SWAT team will suddenly descend from the heavens or something. I feel safe here.”

The security gate buzzes loudly, causing you both to jump and scream, then look at each other and laugh nervously. You look into the screen and see the driver is there to pick up your friend.

“Shit, haven’t packed yet,” she says. “Tell him I’ll just be a moment, love?”

You nod as she runs around collecting all of her things as you let the driver in. Soon your friend has left and you are once again alone in the big house. You shower and dress, do a few things around the house, and search for something else to pass the time, when you hear the buzzer again. You don’t recognize the vehicle, pushing the button to speak into the microphone.

“May I help you?” you ask.

“Yes, miss,” the driver replies. “Floral delivery for this address.” You aren’t sure what to do, not knowing how to handle such situations. It was rare that someone would arrive at the house who wasn’t expected.

“Um…” you hesitate. “Do you have identification so I know what business you are from, please?”

“Yes,” the driver says, pulling out a name badge and holding it up to the monitor. “My name is Collins. Feel free to call the flower shop and verify if you would like. I understand.”

You start to but realize it seems legitimate. He wouldn’t tell you to call if it wasn’t, right? You push the button, allowing the car inside, and quickly pull a t-shirt from the laundry over your swimsuit, walking out to meet the car. The driver gets out of the delivery van, opening a door and closing again, walking toward you with a large, beautiful floral arrangement.

“It’s very beautiful!” the driver says to you.

“It sure is!” you say, awestruck from the flowers. You can’t wait to go inside and text Harry a big thank you, knowing he is the only one who ever sends you flowers. You pass the driver a tip, thank him, and watch as he pulls back out of the driveway, resetting the security as you close the door behind you. You set the flowers on the island and grab your phone, texting Harry.

The flowers are GORGEOUS!!! Thank you, sweetheart! I love you!

You set your phone down again and move the flowers to the center of the table and take a photo of them. You hear your phone ring, seeing it’s Harry, and answer it.

“Hi! They are beautiful, Harry! Thank you so much!” you praise.

“Love,” he starts but you interrupt.

“Wait, I’ll send you a photo of them,” you say.

“Sweetheart? Listen to me,” he says.

“Okay?” you giggle, still looking at your flowers.

“I didn’t send you any flowers,” he says. Your smile slowly disappears as you process it. “Hello?”

“Yeah,” you say. “I’m here. If you didn’t send them, who did?”

“Is there a card?” he asks. You can hear the seriousness in his voice. “Look.”

You look through the arrangement but see nothing. “No,” you answer. “I don’t see a card.”

You hear him clear his voice. “Okay,” he instructs. “Who delivered them? What shop?”

You think a moment then answer. “Over In The Garden Floral Shop. The delivery person said his name was Collins. The shop name was on the side of the car, Harry, and I asked to see his ID in the monitor before I opened the gate.”

“Alright,” he says. “Alright. I’m going to call them and see if I can find out who ordered and paid for them.”

“Maybe…,” you offer. “Maybe someone sent them to you. He just said it was for this address, not a specific person.”

“I’ll see what I can find out,” he answers. “Babe, I don’t want you letting anyone else through the gate. And if you need to go somewhere, tell me and I’ll have a bodyguard stay with you.”

“Harry…” you begin to protest.

“Just indulge me here, love,” he begs. “I’m 10 hours away by air from where you are and fighting my urge to jump on a plane. I’ll call you after I talk to the floral shop.”

“Okay,” you give in.

“I love you, babe,” Harry tells you, his voice tender and sweet.

“I love you, too.”

After talking to Harry a short time later, you found he was unable to find out who sent the flowers, that the purchase was made online and paid for using an untraceable method. You assured Harry that you were fine and the only plan you had for leaving was to go to work on Monday. You were unnerved a bit by the incident, but you felt safe, so you weren’t terribly concerned. But your thoughts changed slightly as a noise woke you from your sleep Sunday night.

You lay in the bed before sitting straight up out of your sleep. You tried to determine if you actually heard something or dreamed it, but when you heard it again, your heart began to race. You listen carefully, grabbing your phone from its charger and quietly but quickly making your way to the washroom and locking the door. You listen quietly and soon hear footsteps in the bedroom. Your shaking hands stumble on your phone as you begin to call the police, but hear a familiar voice.

“Baby?” you hear Harry say. The door handle rattles above your head as you try to get to your feet and open the door. “It’s me, sweetheart. Open the door.”

You open the door and quickly rap your arms around Harry’s shoulders. He feels you trembling and breathing rapidly in his ear.

“I’m sorry I frightened you, love,” Harry said into your ear, holding you tightly. “Couldn’t wait any longer to be home with you. I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay,” you say, relieved but not letting him go. “I’m just happy you’re home!”

You hold onto him for a long moment until he finally finds your mouth, kissing you deeply. You breathe him in, the realization of how much you missed him setting in.


“Mmm,” you heard Harry moan lightly as he kissed you, not wanting to leave you to work for the day. He had insisted on dropping you at work ‘just for the extra bit of time with you’. “If I’m going to be late tonight, I’ll have a driver waiting for you at 5.” You nod as he kisses you again, holding your face to his.

You both jump as you hear someone tapping loudly at your car window. You see it’s Kari, making a face at you and Harry laughs. You open the door, kiss Harry again quickly, then step out onto the sidewalk.

“How are you this morning, Kari?” Harry asks her.

“Rather be sleeping, if I’m honest, but doing well,” she smiles. “How was your trip, love?”

“Fine, but happy to be back,” Harry says, looking at you.

Kari nods. “What’d you find out on those flowers? Have anything to do with the guy at the gate?”

Harry’s smile turns down quickly as he looks at you then back at Kari. “What guy at the gate?” You don’t answer quickly enough for him. “Babe, what guy at the gate?”

“I went out for a swim Saturday morning while Kari was sleeping, and when she came out, she thought she saw a man standing at the gate, looking in,” you say, shaking you head.

“Thought?” Kari asked, sounding offended but not. “I’ll have you know, I know what I saw. Bloke in black standing at the gate, peering through like a right creeper.”

Harry looked at you, irritated you hadn’t mentioned it.

“Don’t look at me like that,” you defend yourself. “I didn’t see him myself, and when I checked the surveillance there was nobody there. I honestly didn’t think about it again.”

You could see the pensive and unhappy look on Harry’s face as he reached for your hand.

“I’ll pick you up at 5,” he said, changing his mind. “If you want lunch out, call and I’ll come get you girls.”

“Harry, I’ll be fine…” you begin.

“Please, don’t,” he says. “Indulge me, remember?”

You nod, leaning in for one more kiss, then close the door and walk with Kari to the building, looking back and returning the wave Harry is sending you.

“Sorry, love,” Kari said, once you were through the front doors. “Didn’t realize mentioning it would turn him into a guard dog. Was just curious.”

“No worries,” you say, forcing a smile. “I honestly did forget about it, but not sure I would have mentioned to him anyway. As much as I love his need to protect me, I don’t want him to become obsessive with it. He’s a busy man. Doesn’t need to be worrying about me, too.”

“That’s his job as your boyfriend, babe,” she reminds you. “Let him obsess if he wants to! You’re a precious commodity to him. Don’t take that away from him.” You shake your head, irritated that your best friend is siding with your boyfriend over you. “Don’t be that way, lovey. Men need to be that way with their woman. Let him!”

You think about what Kari says and realize maybe it is what Harry needs, to know he can keep you safe. You’re just not yet used to having someone take care of you. You have been independent and on your own for a lot of years, and to let someone else have control of that…you would do your best to not complain and to let him do things his way. You were still kind of a stranger to this new way of living…more in the public eye, needing security, being linked to a celebrity. You trusted Harry to know what was best, you just hoped your independent spirit and personality would follow along.

At 5 o’clock you made your way down to the front of the building and saw Harry sitting across the road, a grin on his face and hand waving to you. You smiled and waved in return, kissing your friends cheek and saying goodbye, then quickly crossing the road to get inside the car. You closed your door and turned to Harry, seeing him leaning to you with his lips in an exaggerated pucker, waiting to be kissed. You giggle and kiss him sweetly.

“How was your day?” you ask him.

“Fine…better now,” he flirts. “Yours?”

“Typical day, really,” you return. “Missed you.” He leans in and kisses you again, then you blink as you both hear the sound of a camera clicking, flashing through the windscreen of the car, a pap taking photo after photo of the two of you.

“Shit,” Harry says, irritated, putting the car into drive and immediately taking off down the street. He looks at you and the shock on your face. “Guess we’ve been discovered this time, haven’t we?”

“Looks that way,” you say, trying to read how he feels about that. The look on his face seemed to be a bit timid and nervous until you were well on the road back to the house. You feel his hand grab yours and squeeze, looking at him and seeing a forced smile. “Get ready. Things are going to change now.”

The second you are in the house, Harry goes to his office and makes phone calls, warning his PR team and management about what happened. You left him to it, knowing he wasn’t happy but that the two of you really had nobody to blame but yourselves this time. After a bit Harry walked into the room as you sat on a barstool, looking online. You quickly turn off your screen and set it down, grinning at him. Harry kisses you lightly, holding your hand and sitting on the stool next to yours.

“Already online, aren’t they?” he asks, hesitantly. You just grin slightly at him but he knows. “Fuck, I’m sorry, love. I hate that your privacy is going to be virtually gone now. I know what’s going to happen and…”

“Hey,” you interrupt. “No more, alright? It happened, nobody’s fault besides the stupid pap that should have minded his own business and gotten a better job.” You smile at him and he tries to smile but he knows you have no real concept of the changes that will happen now. “We should be lucky that it didn’t happen sooner. We’ve been together quite some time now, you know.”

“Yeah,” he grins, holding your hands in his. “Still, we need to discuss how things will need to be different now. I’m afraid life as you knew it before is gone now.”

You take a deep breath and exhale. “Well, as apocalyptic as that sounds, I’m a strong woman, I think. Pretty sure I can handle it.” You smile as he returns the smile and kisses you lovingly.


Harry’s warnings about how life would change for you now were highly understated. Paps were in abundance and Harry’s fans took photos of you everywhere you were seen. You were pretty good at ignoring unless they were right in your face. Now that you had been outed to the public, the positive side was that Harry was okay now with the two of you being seen in public to an extent. ‘It’s out there now, might as well go with it a bit’, he stated to you one night. Although he wasn’t really able to take you to and from work now, as fans would wait for him to show up, you did occasionally go somewhere together…a little shop one of you had wanted to visit, or you tagged along with him on certain occasions of his work. A photo of Harry holding your hand as you walk down a sidewalk, or his hand at your waist and laughing with you as you walk into a building, that was gold for paps and fans. You were excited to finally be able to attend his concerts and appearances when possible, although Harry, still being incredibly overprotective, requested that you not be out among the people.

As the popularity of your relationship with Harry grew in the media realm, you found it more and more difficult to do simple things. As you went to a local market one day, only a few blocks from where you lived to get a couple of things needed for dinner, you walked out to cameras flashing and paps in your face asking you questions. It was only a few blocks from home so you hadn’t bothered with bringing a driver or security, but the paps were like vultures and followed you nearly the entire way, unable to cross at a certain point or endure legal action. Within 10 minutes, you were listening to Harry argue into your ear over the phone the importance of having security at all times.

“Are you listening to me, love? This is important!” he nearly yells.

“Yes, Harry!” you reply. “I always listen to you. It was a few blocks for a handful of items. I honestly didn’t think anyone would even notice. I’m sorry!”

“Sweetheart,” he insists. “Somebody will always notice! We’ve been over and over this! Please, just…use your head.”

You weren’t sure if it was the words or the tone of his voice that made it hurt your feelings a bit, but it shut you up.

“Are you still there?” he asks after you’ve said nothing.

“Yes,” you simply reply.

“I love you, babe. I’ll be home in a bit,” he says sweetly but sternly.

“Bye,” you reply, not realizing you hadn’t told him you loved him back. You stood in the kitchen for a long moment, just leaning back against the counter, listening to the stillness of the house with only appliances humming and your heart beating lightly in your ears. The quiet was soothing to you, meditative even.

You put the food away for the time being and decide to take a swim. It always relaxes you and helps clear your mind. You like the rhythmic sounds of the water in and out of your ears, how your body glides through the ripples and small waves your movements make. Your mind becomes transfixed on shutting out the world for a while, until your eyes catch a glimpse of something and you stop, seeing a person standing in front of you. You nearly swallow water as you are caught off guard, wiping the pool water from your eyes, then seeing Harry standing in front of you and kneeling down at the edge of the pool.

“Hello, love,” he says with a smile. “Having a nice swim?”

You see the loving look on his face and smile gently, nodding at him. “Yeah.” Harry holds his hand to you to help you climb up out of the pool. You stand next to him, looking at him, still a bit irritated, but knowing he probably didn’t mean it the way it sounded. “I didn’t realize you would be home this early. I’ve not started dinner.”

“It’s fine,” he smiles. “Managed to get away a bit early. I’ll help with dinner.”

You nod and start to turn and walk away, but he pulls you into his arms and holds you.

“Harry, you’re going to get all wet,” you admonish.

“I don’t care,” he says. “Waited all day to hold you. If it gets me a little wet, then so be it.” You hear him chuckle a bit. “Besides, you kind of like me wet, don’t you?” You look at his face and see a smirk then giggle.

“Yeah, I kind of do,” you agree. Just as Harry lets go of you, you quickly push him into the pool. He erupts from the surface with a look of surprise on his face. “You’re right. Kind of like you wet.”

“You’re going to pay for that one,” he laughs.

“Sorry,” you say, smirking. “Must have not have been using my head again.”

You grab your towel and start drying a bit as he pulls himself out of the water and walks to you with an apologetic look on his face.

“I’m sorry, baby,” he says, placing a gentle kiss on your lips. “I didn’t mean for it to sound so…mean. I know you use your head, it’s just…”

“It’s okay,” you say, shaking your head, then kissing his cheek. “Not a big deal. I’m over it.” You start to turn again but he doesn’t let you walk away, putting his arm around your waist. “Really. It’s alright…”

You can’t finish your words before Harry’s mouth is on yours, kissing you passionately, holding you closely. You melt into him quickly, tasting the lips and tongue you have come to love kissing so much. You feel Harry’s hands pulling your hips against him and feel him getting hard against your stomach. A slight lick to your lips and nibble to your jaw has you moaning lightly as Harry speaks softly into your ear.

“Come with me.”

He takes your hand, leading you into the house, walking to the sofa and stripping off his wet clothes. As he lowers his pants to the floor, he sits, pushing his wet hair out of his face. He pulls you in front of him, pulling your bikini bottoms down without hesitation. Without warning he kisses your little clit, causing you to catch your breath, sucking it into his mouth swiftly. He moans at the taste of you, as if you were his favorite dessert he hadn’t had in ages. You weren’t sure what had suddenly gotten into him, but you were loving it. He massages your hips, pulling you down onto his lap and hastily removing your bikini top. He had a look of desperation on his face which you found almost exciting. Feeling him pull and nip at each breast had your pussy tingling. He moaned as he devoured your nipples, kissing and licking around them then inhaling them into his mouth, sucking them as if he was nursing.

You feel Harry’s hand between your legs, stroking your lips. “So wet already, baby. Beautiful.” You lean down and kiss him with a powerful lust. You and Harry had an amazing sex life, so how was it that he continued to turn you on so madly and so quickly? You thought it is because he makes you feel desired, which you don’t remember ever feeling with a man before. You feel his fingers dip inside of you and you groan into his mouth. He pulls away slightly and looks to the side of the sofa, moving the two of you to the corner and lowering himself down, resting his head in the crevice.

“Up here now, baby,” he says as he taps his hands on the arm and top of the sofa on either side of his head. Dear God…he wanted you to ride his face. You moved one shin to the arm of the sofa and the other to the sofa top, just next to where his head was resting, and sat yourself in front of his face. You whimpered loudly, grabbing on to the back of the sofa, as you immediately felt Harry’s mouth sucking your lips, pulling them lightly into his mouth, then dipping his tongue as deeply inside of you as it would reach. He fucked the muscle in and out of you mercilessly, before teasing your asshole with the tip of it.

“Oh my god!” you whine loudly. You felt him pulling your pussy into his face, his hands on your ass, as his mouth explored you. Little flicks of his tongue over and over against your clit made you nearly sob. You looked down at him and saw his eyes focus on you, then closing again to concentrate on pleasuring you. You felt the thick, lazy swipe of his tongue along the length of your slit, sucking in your clit as he reached it and popping it out again, then beginning the ritual again. You bounce your ass gently toward his face, pulling his hair with one hand while holding your balance with the other. You feel his loud moan vibrate against you as you grind lightly against his face, hearing the smacking of his mouth on you as he mutters to himself.

“How do you….” he starts, consuming you again, “…fuckin’ taste so fuckin’ good?”

You weren’t sure how much longer you could hold that position, seeing stars as you rock your body lightly into his face, constantly catching yourself holding your breath for nearly too long between gasps. You knew your legs would hold out, but you were nearly feeling faint from the level of enjoyment he was giving you.

“Har-ry…” you manage between a deep exhale and quick inhale. He heard your throat stutter, knowing you were close.

“Come sit on me, love,” he ordered. “Get on me.” He helped you move your legs down as you lean down and kiss his damp face, tasting your juices on him, but he is hungry for you. He holds his hard cock, pumping it slightly. You see the pre-cum seep out of his little slit and quickly move your body to lick your tongue across it. You hear Harry groan gutturally, then pull your face back to his, kissing you forcefully. “Get on me,” he repeats.

You straddle his cock as he holds it between your legs, rubbing it back and forth along your hot wetness. As you sit slowly down on him, allowing him to feel every inch as you sink onto him, you hear him breathe in deeply, his eyes closed tightly, jaw clinched. You pepper his face with your soft lips until he is pulling you into another deep, forceful kiss. You pull away and look at him, his gaze burning a hole through you.

“I love you,” he says, through ragged breaths.

“I love you,” you say back to him. You lace your hands into his hair and kiss his temple, whispering into his ear. “I love you so much.”

You begin to grind against him, feeling he is not going to take long, his stiff cock rubbing inside you just right, causing your muscles to contract slightly. His hands work up and down your back and hips, kneading and twisting into your skin as his breathing becomes almost unbearable to listen to. His hands cling firmly onto your ass and begin roughly lifting and pulling you down onto him as deeply as you will go, his hips thrusting upward to meet you. Your mouth rests against his cheek as your own breathing becomes staggered into prolonged inhales and quick exhales before sucking in again. Harry slams up into you, your bodies making loud, wet slapping noises as they collide. You feel yourself begin to clamp onto his dick as you moan and quake. Harry thrusts roughly as all the air he had stored in his lungs escapes loudly, his pumping dick spurting streams of cum deeply inside of you as he moans loudly against you with the release. His hands and arms still cling to you tightly as his body begins to relax. You feel his lips on your neck, kissing your collarbone then moving steadily up to find your jaw. He pulls your lips to his and kisses you intensely, tasting you, leaving little kisses around your face, then another sweet one on your lips. He looks at you and smiles, dimples popping again as he hugs you against his chest.


As soon as you finish work, you rejoice that it is the weekend. Harry had already said that he would be working late in the studio that night, so a couple of drinks with the best friend was in order. After realizing he wasn’t going to talk you out of going to a bar, and knowing you needed time with your friend and time away from home and work, he deserted his request for you to invite Kari to the house, if you agreed to having a driver and bodyguard nearby.

I promise you won’t even know he’s there unless he needs to be’, he said, so you sighed and agreed.

As the two of you walked outside of your office building, you and Kari got into the private car Harry had sent, and drove to a nearby pub that was the perfect ‘hiding place’ away from paparazzi. There were a few around the entrance of the building all the time, as some A-listers dropped in fairly regularly, but they didn’t bother you much after seeing the guard with you. You had to admit, you were thankful for Harry’s insistence. Getting around anymore had become barely worth the trouble. And your guard was nice, and enormous, so you weren’t too concerned about being harassed.

“So, darlin’,” Kari says as the two of you find a private table in the back, far away from the large front windows of the small pub. “What’s happenin’ with you? Seems we never have as much time together anymore outside of work, with my new girl and your rocker boy toy.”

“Yes! How is the new girlfriend? And when do I meet her?” you ask, excitedly.

“She’s not in London at the moment,” Kari smiles, “but she’ll be back next week and she’s stoppin’ by the office one day to take me to lunch, so I’ll introduce you then. Just don’t be too jealous that someone else is gettin’ what you didn’t want.” She looks at you with a turned up nose. “Oh, who am I kiddin’? I’d give it to you anytime you wanted it anyway, whether I was with someone or not. You’re my girl!”

You hug her and thank the bar maid for your drinks, then take a drink. Kari will always be good for your ego, and she’s the best friend you could ever ask for.

“You didn’t answer m’ question,” she reminds.

“Oh, what’s happening with me?” you repeat back to her from earlier, and she nods. “Honestly, not much. Harry’s been in the studio a lot lately, so haven’t really seen him as much. And he stays nervous about my safety, which I understand but I don’t,…doesn’t matter. But that explains why I have Hoke and Magic Mike now,” you say, pointing toward the security guard, referencing him and your driver.

“Yes, he’s huge, isn’t he?” Kari observes, looking the guard up and down from where he is standing. “Nice ass for a guy.” She looks twice. “Shit, nice ass for a girl!”

You giggle and the two of you enjoy your time, knocking back drink after drink as you catch up. After polishing off the last of the beer sitting on the table, you start to stand before abruptly losing your balance and landing back in the seat of your chair. Your guard catches your arm as you and Kari both laugh. You were going to be feeling the alcohol by morning in a much less fun way than you were at the moment. As you try standing again, the guard once again grabs your arm and you look at him strangely.

“I’m alright, Beefcake,” you say with a smile. “Stand down. I’ll make it.”

The guard grins at you, shaking his head, staying close by just in case. You walk haphazardly to the car as the driver opens the door and you and Kari fall inside, laughing. In that moment, in the floor of the car with your best friend laughing on top of you, you couldn’t deny you were unequivocally drunk. The two of you laugh uncontrollably, gasping for air, as Magic Mike helps you both up into the seat of the car.

You love your best friend. You laugh and talk together as the car drops Kari off at her apartment, then drives the distance to return you back home. As you sit in the car, you think of how much fun you have with her and giggle, leaning your head back and closing your eyes.

“Love?” Harry leans into the car, shaking you after the car stops in the drive awhile later. Harry looks at the driver when you don’t respond, sound asleep lying in the seat of the car.

The guard smiles. “They had a lot to drink, but they had a good time.”

Harry smiles, leaning in again and caressing your face. “Babe?”

You don’t so much as twitch before Harry pulls you toward him and gathers you up into his arms, thanking the driver and guard, and carrying you into the house. He looks into the unconscious bliss on your face, smiles, and kisses your forehead. Walking up the stairs with you in his arms, he lays you on the foot of the bed, looking at you again and smiling. As he pulls back the covers on your side, he sees you moving around.

“So you are alive?” he giggles. “Glad to see that.”

You look around, trying to figure out where the voice is coming from then your eyes rest on Harry’s face.

“You’re so cute,” you say, slurring your words slightly, your eyes only slits between your lashes. “I thought you were working late.”

“It is late, baby,” he says, walking back around to where you lay. “You were just later than I was.”

“Mmm,” you say as your eyes begin to close again.

“Let’s get you undressed so you can sleep comfortably, love,” he says, grabbing each of your hands and pulling you up so that you are sitting on the edge of the bed. “Up with your arms now.” Confusion fills your face as you look at him. “Lift your arms up, sweetheart,” Harry laughs. Harry has always found you lovely, but he has a soft, special place for you when you’re drunk. He loves taking care of you.

You feel him lift your arms above your head, pulling the dress you are wearing up and off of your body, as you quickly slide to the floor between his feet. You hear him laughing as you look up at him surprised. He bends down in front of you, still laughing, and kisses you sweetly.

“My angel,” he says endearingly. “I surely do love you, even drunk off your ass.”

You look at him. “Who’s drunk?”

He laughs again, then puts his arms under your pits, lifting you back up onto the bed. “Babe, you are no doubt going to feel this in the morning, but you are adorable right now.”

“I’m always fuckin’ adorable,” you say, blinking slowly as he chuckles at you again.

“You are, yes,” he unhooks and removes your bra and turns you to lay on your pillow, covering you with the sheet and blanket. You feel one of his hands rest on your hip while the other pushes hair from your face and caresses you, kissing soft, sweet kisses to your lips. “Sleep well, kitten.”

“Mmm,” you manage before your eyes fall shut.


Someone must have bashed your head in with a crowbar. Possibly even ran over your head with a car. Nothing else could possibly be causing this horrible, monstrous pain that was gnashing away at your brain. The thundering that had taken over your hearing was like being at the loudest metal concert, your seat being directly in front of one of the house-sized speakers. You rubbed your head, then your senses switched, as you smelled something coming from the kitchen. Your thoughts couldn’t focus enough to know what it was, but the growling of your stomach from no food since yesterday’s lunch overpowered your desire to stay in bed for the rest of your life.

You looked to your side and saw Harry was already awake somewhere, and slowly sat up, waiting for the room to stop spinning. You were fortunate that drinking didn’t often make you vomit, but sometimes you wished it did, because surely you would feel better then.

You walk into the bathroom, not well but you manage, and relieve your bladder, feeling about 10 pounds lighter after. You slowly but eventually make your way through the doorway of the bedroom and look down from the top of the stairs. As you clutch the railing in your hand, you are amazed your feet find each step without problem. About halfway down you can see into the kitchen. Harry is standing at the island, his hair in utter disarray, tattoos displayed beautifully in only his unders, and singing lightly to music playing. He begins to cut into the fresh fruit again but looks toward the steps seeing you appear. He smiles and quickly walks to the steps, taking your hand until you reach the floor.

“Good morning, my love,” he says, as you clutch your head.

“Good morning,” you say quietly.

“Head hurt?” he purposely asks too loudly as you retreat like a scared animal away from him, giving him a ‘go to hell’ look that makes him laugh. You feel his arms wrap around you from behind, a sweet kiss landing on your cheek as he holds you closely. “That was mean, I’m sorry.”

“Payback’s a bitch, handsome,” you say, leaning back against him, enjoying the feel of him holding you. For a long moment he holds you, freckling light pecks from his lips on your skin.

“I made us something to eat,” he finally says, his arm around your waist, leading you to sit at the island. “Your stomach okay after last night?”

“Yeah, I’m starving actually,” you say, rubbing your face with your hands. “Kari and I never did eat last night so I’ve had no food since lunch yesterday.”

“Well, that would explain why the liquor hit you harder, I suppose,” he grins, grabbing a small cup and passing it to you. “Here, babe, drink this.”

Without thinking, assuming it was a bit of fruit juice maybe, you swallowed the cold liquid in like a shot and gulped, sputtering and choking in its wake. “What the hell?” you gagged as he smirked at you.

“Dill pickle juice,” he said. “Good for a hangover.” He hands you another drink and you look at it skeptically, making him chuckle. “Just juice, babe. Here’s some pain killers for your head.” He hands them to you and you take them, welcoming some relief from your pain.

Later after you both eat, Harry tells you to get your shower while he cleans up the mess. When you come back downstairs, feeling some better, you hear him shouting from his office. You can tell he’s speaking with someone on his phone. You stop on the bottom step and can’t help but hear what he’s saying.

“I don’t care! It’s nobody’s business!” you hear him yell into the phone. “If she wants to go to a pub and get drunk with her best friend, it’s her right to do it! I’m not going to tell her she can’t!” Realizing he is upset about something because of your night out with Kari makes you sad. “Clean it up! That’s your job, isn’t it?” you hear him say. You feel terrible that once again you feel like you’re letting him down, doing things that reflect badly on him. “Nothing we can do about that, now is there! We’ll deal with it like we deal with anything else, and in time, it will be forgotten.”

You hear him say something more softly that you can’t hear, then close your eyes, frustrated at yourself. You’ve never been the type of person to put on airs. You are who you are, no apologies, but things are different now. You have someone else to think of. What you do is a reflection on him.

You see him walk out of his office and look at you, standing on the bottom step with a sad look covering your face. He grins slightly and walks to you. The step off the ground makes you almost eye-to-eye with him.

“What did I do now?” you say sorrowfully.

“Nothing,” he says, grinning at you and pulling you against him. “You’ve done nothing wrong. Just nosey people making others lives more difficult. Nothing for you to worry about.”

“I’m sorry,” you say, frowning. “I feel like I can’t do anything without it getting you in trouble with someone.”

He sees the honest sadness in your eyes.

“You haven’t gotten me into trouble with anyone, sweetheart. I promise,” he says, smiling then kissing your lips. “It’s just a little hiccup, happens too often in my world, but I’m used to it, so I don’t want you to worry or feel bad about it, okay?” You look at him unwaveringly. “I mean it. I don’t want you sad about this. It’s nothing.”

He holds you a moment longer then insists the two of you have a swim to try and relax. It helps, but you can’t seem to shake this time how it affected you, putting lots of thoughts into your mind you hadn’t considered before. But, not wanting Harry to worry that you are so upset about it, you seem to cover well enough, you think.

The following day Harry asked you if you would like to run some errands with him, but not really being in the mood, you decided to stay home. Reluctantly he left, but within half an hour, he returned, looking concerned and timid.

“Hey,” you say as he walks in. “Did you forget something?”

“No,” he simply says, setting his keys down and walking to the window, looking out over the front of the property.

“Something wrong?” you ask, apprehensively.

“I don’t know yet,” he answers honestly, looking back at you. “I got a phone call not long after I left, from the same floral shop as before, saying they had a large delivery and wanted to make sure someone was here to receive it. I had given them my number in case they found out anything from last time.”

“Maybe it’s nothing, Harry,” you say. “Maybe just from someone you work with or do business with.”

“Maybe,” he says, sighing. “But I want to be here for the delivery.”

After a few more minutes, you see him walk to the security system on the wall, opening the gate, then promptly walking out to meet the delivery van. You watch from the house as he talks to the man, asking him questions, then walking to opened doors and looking inside for several minutes. You couldn’t hear what they were saying, but you could see from the look on Harry’s face, and how he kept running his fingers through his hair, that he wasn’t happy. In another moment you saw him shake the man’s hand, then turn to walk inside the house. You notice the little flower shop van driving back out of the driveway as Harry walks in the door and look at Harry questionably. He closes the door behind him and walks to where you are.

“So?” you ask.

“No cards, no names, privately ordered and paid for,” he states, his jaw tightening.

“So again, no idea who they were from or who they are for,” you reply with him nodding. “Why would someone send an arrangement of flowers and not mention who it’s for and who it’s from? That makes no sense.”

“Oh, it wasn’t just an arrangement, love,” he answers boldly. “There were over a dozen. All with no information. I asked the delivery man to take them all to the children’s hospital for the patients.”

You exhale sharply, completely confused as to why it was happening.

“I need to go make a phone call, okay?” he says, kissing you gently then walking back into his office and closing the door.

You sit on the sofa, thinking about the situation, but can’t wrap your head around it. You assume it may be an obsessive fan, afraid to leave their information, and leave it at that.


The following week was a long one. Harry asked his legal team to look into the situation to see if they could find out anything he couldn’t, plus he still had work keeping him busy, so you weren’t getting much time with him, but you understood. You were proud of him and his work so you would never complain about him spending a lot of time at it.

As you finished your work day, you walked to Kari’s desk but didn’t see her anywhere. You looked at the cubicle next to hers and talked to the person sitting there.

“Excuse me?” you say, as she looks at you. “Rachel, is it? Do you now if Kari is still here?”

She smiles at you. “I’m sorry, Kari went home early. Something about her girlfriend coming back today, I think.”

You nod and grin. “Completely forgot about that. Thanks anyway. Have a good evening!”

You take the lift down and walk through the front doors. You feel a chill in the air and realize that time of year is coming again soon. You walk to a car parked at the curb with a driver smiling at you.

“Hello,” you greet the man, seeing it is a different car and driver. “Are you here for me?”

“Yes, miss,” he says, opening the door. “I was asked to pick you up tonight. Your regular car and driver were unavailable.”

“Oh,” you smile, “Okay, thank you.”

He opens the door for you as you get inside. You breathe loudly through your mouth, blubbering your lips, tired and ready to relax. You hoped Harry wouldn’t work too late. You would love to sit and snuggle with him until you sleep.


As he turns his keys in the lock, Harry walks into the house. It’s quiet so Harry doesn’t call for you, assuming you have already gone to bed. Setting his keys on the table next to the door, he walks into the kitchen for a bottle of water. He looks in the fridge to see if anything sounds good to eat before going to sleep, then decides he is too tired and closes the door. As he begins to walk up the stairs, his eyes happen to glance to the spot where you always set your briefcase for work. He notices it isn’t there and looks around, but doesn’t see it. Maybe you had some work to do before bed, he thought.

Harry walked to the bedroom door, opening it quietly in case you are sleeping, then closing it just as quietly behind him. He glances to the bed as his grin quickly became a frown. It was still untouched from when you made it this morning.

“Love?” he called out to you then quietly stopped to listen. “Sweetheart, where are you?” He walked to the bathroom door and looked into the dark room, flipping on the light and seeing no sign of you having been there since morning. He quickly opened the bedroom door again and ran through, shouting your name as he looked around the large house. “Baby, answer me! Where are you?”

His heart began to race, knowing you would be home by now, or would have texted him to let him know differently. His mind raced nervously as he thought what he should do. He grabbed his phone and tried calling your number with no answer.

“Baby, I just got home and you’re not here. I’m worried. Please call me as soon as you get this and I’ll come get you. I love you!” Harry disconnected from your voicemail and looked at his phone, nerves shaking him to the core. He tried another number.

“Yes, is this Henry?” Harry asked the driver he had hired to get you. “Hi, it’s Harry. What time did you pick her up tonight? I can’t….what?” Harry swallows hard. “No, I didn’t have someone call you, cancelling. Someone called you and said I cancelled her ride?” Harry listened to the man and closed his eyes in disbelief. “Thank you.” He disconnected the call, his hands shaking as he listened to the quiet of the house. He looked at his phone again, trying your number but hearing it go to voicemail again. He disconnected the call, making a different one. With a wavering voice, Harry spoke into his phone with a tightened throat.

“I need you to come to the house. Something’s happened.”


Chapter six in the books! I hope you all like it. Not sure how many chapters will be in this story. It kind of plays out as I write it, so when it sounds like a good place to end it, I will, unless you seem to become bored with it before then. I have issues with stories becoming too unrealistic. I like them to be as believable as possible, including the conflict. But I also know, as a writer, that this can be boring to the reader. So I will continue doing my best to keep you interested!

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Thank you to all of you who have said nice things and continue to encourage my efforts. You are loved!



Color Me Blue - Rap Monster/Kim NamJoon

Originally posted by ksjknj

Summary: It’s a simple fight due to lack of love, and he’s willing to fix it.

Genre: Angsty and fluffy at the end

Warning: None really

A/N:  I honestly don’t know why I titled it this, and this might be shit. Enjoy. The first request is now taken care of today! Sorry, I know that smut was supposed to be in here, but I can’t write smut for my life, at least not yet. I hope you like this though! I don’t know if I love it honestly speaking. It’s my first BTS scenario though! My inbox is always open and loves being filled with messages!

~ Brooklyn


People have described your relationship with Kim NamJoon as the colors red and blue together. They’re beautiful opposites; ones a warm color, the other cool. One color is bold, drawing everybody’s attention. The other color is calm, loved by those who notice it. You were blue, cool and calm. NamJoon was red, warm and bold. He’s the eye catcher, not that it’s surprising, he is an idol after all. The idol life isn’t always comforting though. The fans, although they love, can be so hurtful. He knew it could be hard on you, but he didn’t realize how hard it could be.

Two weeks ago NamJoon let the cat out of the bag about your relationship. Honestly, you thought that you were ready for the response, but you weren’t. His fans came at you with no regrets. Twitter, Instagram, YouTube comments, hell people even sent you letters. You knew to stay away from social media for a while. Only text your family and your close friends, and the boys of course. It still wasn’t exactly easy for you, all the threats to your life causing your mental health taking a toll on you.

To make matters worse, comeback season came. He was always at the studio, always with the boys. Always making the fans love him, but hate you more. You knew you shouldn’t care about what the fans think about your life. What you don’t know is how NamJoon sees you. He hasn’t been there for you in a good few months, not that you completely blame him, it’s his job. It wasn’t the first time he’s had a comeback while in his relationship with you. You knew how to take care of yourself with him gone, but this year’s comeback took its toll on you.

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anonymous asked:

Could you please talk about trans boy Adrien? That would be amazing


hello i said i was going to bed but that’s a LIE because trans boy adrien. infinitely more important than sleep

  • the first person he tells is chloe
  • they’re painting each other’s nails and chloe’s first response is “if you tell me i need to redo these nails because they’re pink i am literally never speaking to you again i spent almost an hour on this gradient pattern” 
  • chloe is the most aggressively supportive person and that’s honestly just what adrien needs
  • she buys him his first binder before he’s out to anyone else and he tries it on in her room 
  • “how does it feel?”
  • “really weird” 
  • *deadpan* “no way what a surprise”
  • they spend several hours goofing around with hairstyles and trying to figure out what would fit adrien best
  • he’s always kind of preferred short hair and he’s finally got the chance
  • he’s still not out though so he just gets it cut into a bob (gabriel flips out) and chloe cuts her hair to her shoulders because solidarity against the man aka gabriel agreste
  • chloe also helps adrien try out a few names although they can’t really find any they like all that much
  • to each their own but i personally think that gabriel would’ve been super supportive when adrien came out to him 
  • like it’s not even a question gabriel just automatically starts switching things over to what adrien wants/needs/is comfortable with
  • what kind of clothes he wants to wear in shoots, what kind of makeup, what kind of hairstyle, etc
  • it’s the most control adrien’s had over his modeling career in literally his entire life
  • it’s kind of overwhelming but not in a bad way more of a ‘oh my god my father is giving me attention’ kind of way
  • gabriel is the one who suggests the name adrien because it was adrien’s mom’s first choice of baby name
  • like first first like the first name following the sentence let’s start thinking about baby names 
  • adrien starts modeling things that are a lot more gender neutral 
  • he gets more binders and nathalie is like a hawk making sure he’s taking them off and stretching when he has them on for long periods of time
  • she will actually drag him away if he’s wearing one while exercising she is very serious about adrien’s health 
  • when adrien comes out to the public it’s in a single article that he had complete editing capabilities over
  • adrien mostly stays away from social media just because it’s easier than having to have someone monitor an account but chloe is all over it so she sends him screenshots of positive responses and messages of support
  • (he saves all of them in a folder for bad days) 
  • once he’s out, he starts modeling clothing for men and boys
  • and by that i mean the clothing is in the men and boys sections of magazines because like hell you could take skirts and puffy dresses away from adrien
  • he’s very vocal about being trans especially because he knows he has privilege 
  • adrien being trans is another reason gabriel is against public school because he wasn’t sure how it would be handled
  • yeah but that’s cool and it’s handled very well and all his classmates are very supportive and all that 
  • and something adrien really likes about school is that for the most part he’s just adrien? he’s not like the trans model™️
  • cause mostly people just let him model but there will always be questions in interviews about what’s it like being one of the few mainstream trans models and sometimes it gets a little tiring 
  • the first thing he thinks when he first transforms into chat noir is ‘nat is going to kill me’ because he can’t tell if his binder is on under all this spandex and there’s no way he’s allowed to be running around like this in a binder
  • he’s surprised by how chill plagg is about the whole thing and plagg is literally like “kid. i’ve been around for 5000 years. i’ve seen everything. there’s nothing strange about this”
  • sometimes when he’s not feeling great about his body he’ll put on the biggest sweatshirt he can find and curl up with video games (any zelda is his first go to) 
  • ok listen adrien joining the school gay straight alliance and going over marinette’s to make rainbow cookies and making a mess of the kitchen this is very important
inner demons (jackson scenarios)

leylinsworld asked: Can I request a Jackson angsty fluff? 😜😜 Thankieeesss~

thank you to my girl lisa for asking for this request. it is slightly longer than usual cause i got a little carried away. hope you enjoy and dont be shy to request anything from scenarios to reactions. 

Originally posted by got7jacksonwang

pairing: jacksonxreader

genre: angsty fluff (suggestive smut at the end.)

You knew that dating an idol wouldn’t be easy, especially with all the fans he had, so you knew to stay away from social media, knowing how bad it could get. But you were only human and you would eventually end up reading comments of fans that were very vocal about what they wished to do to your boyfriend. Those comments you could usually handle, having been in their shoes before. The ones that really got you were the thousands comments of fans of the fans shipping him with so many different gorgeous women. Idols, actresses, models. Those comments were still stuck in your brain, creating insecurities, which is why you were so distracted while on your date with Jackson.

“Jagi, are you even listening to me.” He tried to get your attention, waving his hand in front of your face.

You snapped out of your thoughts and focused on your boyfriend sitting in front of you.

“Seriously if I thought you would zone out that much, I would’ve went on a date with Mark instead.” He commented, trying to light up the mood.

“I’m sorry, I guess I’m just a little tired.” You came up with the most common excuse, giving him a smile.

You wouldn’t usually let this affect you, but your insecurities kept growing. Something about seeing so many convinced that he looked better with some idol, someone that was not only gorgeous, but also talented and that was in the same field as him bugged you. There were also pictures with those comments of Jackson with various different idols, and as the pictures are replaying in your mind, you couldn’t help but think they were right.

“Ok seriously, what’s wrong?” He asked you, not believing your excuse one bit.

“Nothing’s wrong.” You replied, that answer becoming a reflex these past days.

“_______ you barely touched your food.” He pointed out.

“I’m not that hungry.” You replied not missing a beat.
Before he could retort however, you heard someone shouting his name. Hani from Exid was making her way towards your table. Of course Hani was one of the many idols that was shipped with Jackson. Just my luck, you thought.

“Hey, Jackson what are you doing here?” Hani asked him, with a bright smile.

“Just having lunch with friend.” He replied casually.

You knew he didn’t mean anything by it. Heck you were the one who wanted to keep the relationship a secret for so long. But for some reason hearing him say that to Hani made you feel hurt and all the insecurities came flowing back. Jackson and Hani seemed to be absorbed into their conversation; they seem to have completely forgotten about you. The more you sat there watching them have the time of their life the more upset you got. You started to believe that maybe he did fit with Hani better. You couldn’t stay there anymore, so you quietly slipped out, thinking that nobody would miss you if you left.

You were already half way down the block, when you heard your name being called. You turned around and saw Jackson trying to catch up to you. You ignored him and kept walking. Suddenly he grabbed your arm and brought you to a halt.

“Why did you leave so suddenly?” He asked you, looking concerned.

“I just remembered I had some work to catch up on.” You replied lifelessly.

“Don’t give me that bullshit.” He cut you off.

“I didn’t want to disturb you, you seemed to be having a better time with Hani.” You replied, keeping your tone neutral.

“Is that what this is about? You’re jealous?” He questioned.

“You just seem to be very compatible with her. You actually look good together.” You answered disregarding his question.

“She is just a friend, I don’t wanna be with her, I just want you. Do you know how much it hurts me when I trust you completely and you don’t?” He argued, his tone getting louder.

“Tone it down, we are in public.” You warned him, knowing he wouldn’t want to get in the middle of a scandal. You grabbed his arm and took him to an alleyway away from the public eye. “This isn’t about trust Jackson. I trust you completely, I am not jealous of the fact that you are close with her, that is just you being friendly and I know that. I am just jealous of her. How she seems to get all your fans approval to be with you. And they are right. I mean she is gorgeous and talented, and I’m just plain. You seemed to just be so at ease with her and you can see the chemistry flowing between you two.” You let it all out feeling more and more vulnerable.

“You don’t think the chemistry is flowing between us? Are you doubting my love for you?” He asked, the hurt present in his voice.

“I was able to reach half the block before you noticed I was gone Jackson, so don’t talk to me about feeling hurt.” You replied sadly.

You didn’t give him a chance to reply and just walked away. Tears silently slid down your face, but you wiped them away quickly.

In the course of the following days you just buried yourself in schoolwork. You tried keeping yourself distracted so that your mind doesn’t wander back to the comments. Jackson did try to call and text you, but each and every time you just ignored it. You were currently in your living room, your schoolwork all caught up, so you tried staying distracted with a movie, when your phone rang.

‘Speak of the devil.’ You thought.

50 missed calls, 30 voicemails, and 150 texts. To say he was persistent would be an understatement. You ignored this call too and headed to your room. You stood in front of your full body mirror and scrutinized yourself. You always had insecurities when it came to your appearance, although you were a very beautiful women (YES YOU! YOU ARE ABSOLUTELY BEAUTIFUL AND DON’T YOU LET ANYONE TELL YOU OTHERWISE! I LOVE YOU, YOU GORGEOUS CREATURE YOU!) Jackson would always reassure you that he found you beautiful. But you couldn’t help comparing yourself to the girls around you. You had many doubts and now more than ever you let those doubts eat you alive. You were consumed in your own thoughts when you suddenly heard the front door slam violently. All of a sudden Jackson was standing in front of you, an angry look plastered on his face. You forgot that he had a key to your apartment and before you could speak he cut you off.

“No! This time you are going to let me talk and you will listen. Got it?” He instructed with authority. You just nodded your head too in shock for anything else. “3 days! 3 days I have been trying to reach, and no answers do you know how worried I was! Even if you were mad at me you could’ve just sent anything just to let me know you were still alive!”

He took a deep breath and continued.

“Why didn’t you tell me that you were feeling like this? I understand your feeling insecure and I have no right to tell you how to feel, but you have no right either to diminish my feelings for you. I don’t want you saying that my love for you was some sort of mistake or that they are wrong just because some fans ship me with random women. Hundreds of women could throw themselves at me right now and I would still choose you over all of them.”

“But I…” You tried, but he cut you off.

“I am not finished! You might not be seeing what I’m seeing, but that does not mean that they are right. I love you, I only love you and I will always love you until I take my last breath. You are the most beautiful women in my eyes; you are beautiful when your eyes sparkle when you get excited. You are beautiful when you pull your tongue out in concentration. You are beautiful when you bite your lips because you are nervous. You are beautiful when you are studying; you are beautiful when you are just in your sweats with your hair in a bun in front of the TV watching your favorite show. You are beautiful when you have that one smile that lights up your whole face when you see me. You are beautiful every single time of the day. You are the most precious person to me and I will not permit anyone talking negatively about you, not even yourself. I will spend the rest of my life telling you how gorgeous you are if I have to, but I need you to be honest with me when you are feeling vulnerable like this. I wanna be there for you physically but also emotionally. I wanna be someone you can depend on and trust with all your doubts. I also need you to not look up at those comments, but if you do I want you to come straight to me, and tell me, and I will do everything in my power to make you forget about.”

You just looked at him tears streaming down your face. You were speechless and touched.

“You-you can talk…” Before he could finish his sentence you kissed him.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and molded your lips to his. Sooner then he would’ve liked you pulled away.

“What what was that for…” He asked a little stunned.

“I love you.” You simply replied, with the smile he loved so much on your face.

He grabbed you by the waist and reattached his lips to yours. You got lost in the kiss and didn’t feel him moving you. Before you knew it you were thrown on your bed with Jackson hovering over you.

“What are you doing?” You asked nervously.

“I am going to show you just how beautiful you are.” He answered, taking off his shirt.

(And the rest is left to your imagination. ☺)        

How I prepare for exams

Disclaimer: I am not an expert on this topic ans I’m aware that I do some “bad” things while studying, but I just want to keep this real and explain to you how I really prepare for exams without sugar-coating it. Hashtag relatable :D

Firstly, I’d like to tell you a little backstory so you can see where I’m coming from. I am a senior right now, that means an incredible amount of tests and exams that are coming my way since last year. I will talk about this in depth in a post about German education system, but as a fact: throughout the last 2 years of school we have to write exams in each subject every semester (sometimes even 2/semester). I started my last semester after Christmas break and I have exactly 12 exams to pass before I will take my A-levels in April. So 12 exams in 8 weeks (I don’t count winter break in February), that makes an average of 2 exams a week. 

This right here was an explanation of the thing I will say now: I prepare for the coming exam on the day before. Ok, now you can start judging me. I know that this isn’t exactly what you are supposed to do, but I find it impossible to start earlier because I constantly have to pass exams on different subjects (not to mention at least 2 tests for every subject in every semester). I’ve been doing this for years now and it works out just fine for me, but you have to decide what is best for you.

Ok, so lets get into it!

Step 1: Preparing flashcards

This is always the first thing I do. I don’t really have a fancy technique on how to write flashcards. I basically transfer my notes onto them, while I try to condense the information I have as much as possible (and maybe paraphrase it). An example of my flashcards is in this post where I showed my preparation for tomorrows Physics exam.

If I am super motivated and have enough time (or if there is way too much information to learn) I’d start with this step on the weekend before the exam. Usually, this process takes around 2-3 hours.

Step 2: Memorizing 

Well, this is the most important part - to actually memorize the information you need. This is where all the studying methods start to make sense. Personally, I learn quickest while reading/writing and doing. At this step I will review my flashcards and sometimes even rewrite the information on them over and over again on another sheet of paper (without worrying about how pretty it looks) until I remember every fact.  This can take any amount of time - from 30 minutes up to 3 hours. Depending on the subject, the amount of information and my (dis)ability to stay away from social media while studying :D

Step 3: Read about the topic

After I take a longer break from studying I come back to it and read about the topic in my textbook. We don’t really use them in class, they are just additional resource for studying at home. So I already have most of the information about the topic from my notes I took in class, but it’s always good to take a look into the textbook. Most of the times there is additional information that can turn my A into an A+ or help me see the connection between facts and subtopics. 

Step 4: Practice

Ideally, you should practice everything you learned before. Answer possible exam questions or solve some example problems (in Maths or Physics). I’ll admit that I often skip that part, because I’m either too lazy or find the topic easy enough to have confidence in my abilities to solve the problems in the exam without having to practice it.

Step 5: Check formulary (optional)

I don’t know if this is just a German thing, but in scientific subjects we are allowed to use a formulary (Tafelwerk) in exams. This is a book where you can find all the basic formulas you need. It is so so so so handy omg I don’t know what I would do without this. You don’t have to memorize all the stupid formulas if you are able to modify and combine the ones in this book.

So before the exam I always check on which page the formulas I need are. This saves me lots of time during the exam, because I don’t have to search for anything. 

Step 6: Review topic

On the day I have to take the exam there are usually a couple of students that either didn’t study or didn’t understand something. So when my friends ask me, I try to explain it to them as much as I can. It really helps to get your thoughts together and paraphrase the information in the easiest way possible. I will also ask questions if I got something wrong and often my classmates explain the topic better than the teacher :) We just know how to phrase things right in order to make them understandable for students. 

Right before the exam I look over my flashcards. It isn’t really productive but it helps to get into the topic and boost self-esteem.  

That’s pretty much it :) Feel free to ask if you have any questions!

438. "Don't give up on us" (Requested)
  • Harry: You've done your best to stay away from social media and gossip but tonight when you were with your friends and someone flipped through the channels and stopped when they saw Harry's name, that changed. 'Harry Styles' new mystery girl.' You heard stuff like this all the time and it wouldn't have phased you if it weren't for the video. They were close, really close, whispering and giggling in some nightclub and then they walked out and he grabbed for her hand and led her into the car. You could feel all of your friends watching you, waiting for a reaction but all you could do for a while was try to blink away the tears forming in your eyes. Eventually you stood up and excused yourself to the bathroom to call Harry. The longer it took for him to answer to harder you started to cry. "Hiya babe!" His voice was sleepy. You couldn't talk, you just quietly sobbed on the other end. "Hello? Love, are you there? You okay ? Are you crying? What happened? Dammit (Y/N) answer me." The fact that he didn't know why you were upset only made you angry. "It's over. I'm done." Your voice was quiet but stern. "What? (Y/N) please. What did I do? You can't just give up on us, please talk to me."
  • Liam: It's been almost a week since you've talked to Liam. They only time you heard from his was when he texted and said 'sooo busy. call soon xx.' You really tried to be understanding but when things got like this it was hard. All you really wanted was to hear his voice but he just didn't have the time. When he finally did call you tried your best not to be angry with him but he wasn't making it easy for you. "Well hello stranger." you teased. "C'mon (Y/N) I've had a long day I don't need your shit too," he snapped at you. "Then maybe you shouldn't have called." "Maybe your right." That's what pushed you over the edge. "Well then maybe this just isn't meant to work out." You could hear him shifting in his seat. "What? That's not what I meant, I'm just crabby..." you cut him off. "I get that. And so am I but I'm not taking it out on you. I'm so done with the excuses Liam, its not fair." You didn't give yourself enough time to process what you were saying you just said it. "(Y/N)" His voice cracked, "Please don't do this. I'm so sorry, really. I'll get better I promise, just please don't give up on us."
  • Louis: It's the longest you and Louis have gone without seeing each other and it's really taken a toll on your relationship. "I miss you so much love. Just come see me." You can practically hear him pouting on the other end. "I miss you too Lou. And you know if I would if I could." But that's not good enough for him. "C'mon, I can get you the next flight out here. You'll be in my arms by morning." You didn't mean to get so angry with him, you just hate when he talks like whatever you're doing isn't nearly as important as him so you should be the one to compromise. "I have a life here Louis. School and internship, that will hopefully turn into a job, sure it's not your glamorous rockstar lifestyle but it's my life and I can't just give it up." You snapped. "I didn't say that." You could hear him getting frustrated. "But it's what you meant. It's what you always mean. I love you but I'm not going to give up my life and future and if that's what you want then this isn't going to work." You could feel the knot building inside your chest. "(Y/N) that's not-I don't-please don't say that. Don't give up on us."
  • Niall: You've been standing in front of the mirror for what seems to be hours; poking, pulling, and prodding at your curves. Whenever you're feeling down on yourself you can always find thousands of people who are more than willing to help point out your flaws. You've been so upset lately and without Niall around to pick you back up, things have gotten bad. You've hardly slept, you can't focus at work, all you could think about was how you weren't good enough for Niall and about everything you're insecure of. When the tears started streaming down your cheeks your phone rang, it was Niall of course. "Hey baby girl! I can't wait for you to come visit...." He was his happy-go-lucky self and you were miserable, he didn't deserve this. "Look Niall," you cut him off. "I think- I just can't do this anymore. It's not fair to you." you croaked. "Whaddya mean?" his voice was small and quiet. "I'm not good for you." "That's for me to decide." He sounded angry now. "Ni, please..." This time he cut you off, "No (Y/N) you can't just...just don't give up on us."
  • Zayn: You've been at each other's throats all week. All you wanted to do when you got home was relax, but Zayn made sure that wouldn't happen. You walked into your house, music blasting, people everywhere and a mixture of alcohol and smoke filled the air. You walked into the kitchen to find Zayn playing beer pong. You stood in front of him waiting for him to explain himself but he never did. "Are you fucking kidding me?" You finally blurted out just when he was throwing the tiny plastic ball, causing it to fall short. "Fuck!" He directed towards you. "What?" He stared at you blankly. You shook your head and ran to your room, you knew Zayn was behind you. You went into your closet and started to pack a bag. "What are you doing?" Zayn stepped towards you. "I'm gonna stay with my sister, clear my head." By now you were fighting back tears. "(Y/N) please. Don't leave." He reached out for you but you pulled away. "I can't keep doing this." You were almost whispering. He stepped closer to you and reached for your cheek, this time you let his fingers brush away your tears. "Please just don't give up on me, on us..."
Bartender - Luke Part 2

Requested 💕💕

Thank you, my loves ❤️ and thank you to the lovely person who requested the idea in the first place!

Let me know what you think!

I still have no internet (I AM NOT COPING WELL. STUPID BT) so Part 1 link and Masterlist will be updated as soon as I can 😁


The photos were soon everywhere. From the night before and the morning after. The night before, you hadn’t even realised they had been taken. Both of you walking back to his apartment, slightly tipsy, fingers laced together, laughing hysterically at Luke tripping over his own feet. In the photos, you both look happy and carefree, like you had no idea that there was a camera watching your every move. Luke had pouted as you’d laughed at his stumble, so you had leant forward to kiss his pout away. Naturally, this was caught on camera. The media were having a field day.


“What do you mean you’re ‘sort of in a band’?!” Your voice is higher than normal.

“Okay, I am in a band” he almost mutters.

“And this band is big enough to have paparazzi outside your front door?!” Your own voice sounds too loud next to his.

“Kind of” he grimaces.

“Oh my god” you mutter, staring at the ceiling, “Luke, I need to go to wo…”

“Christ, Luke, we leave you alone for one bloody night!” An Australian accent sounds from the hallway, followed by the slam of the front door. Three boys walk into the kitchen and all of their eyes turn to you.

“I’m assuming you’re the workmates?” You quickly scowl at Luke, before turning back to them.

“I’m assuming you’re the mystery girl Luke took home last night?” A tall guy with curly blonde hair raises an eyebrow.

“Is that what they’re saying?!” Your eyes shoot back to Luke.

“I’m sorry!” He steps towards you, but you put a hand up to stop him.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were in a band?” You breathe out, trying to keep calm.

“You didn’t know who he was?” The boy with dark hair frowns at you.

“No! He’s just a guy I met in a bar!” You shout, your voice panicked, “oh god, I’m not making myself sound any better.”

“You’re alright, babe, you just chose the wrong guy” the one with obviously dyed blonde hair smiles at you.

“Hey! Shut up, Mike! No, she didn’t!” Luke scowls at him.

“I need to go” you mutter to yourself, “I need to leave and never see you again and wait for this to die down.”

“No!” Luke’s hand reaches out to you, “I want to see you again, I told you that. And you gave me your number, so you want to see me too!” He speaks quickly so you can’t interrupt him.

“That was before I knew who you were!” You run your free hand through your hair, “I still don’t bloody know who you are!”

“I’m just Luke” his voice is quiet.

“But you’re not, mate” the curly haired boy shakes his head, clearly on your side. As much as the three of them could tell Luke liked you, they knew it was a lot to ask from you, someone who clearly didn’t want to be around any fame.

“Last night in the bar, I was just me” he chews on his lip ring, “there was no pressure, I could just be me. I wasn’t the guy in 5 Seconds of Sum…”

“You’re 5 Seconds of fucking Summer?!” Your eyes move around to all of them.

“So you have heard of us?” Dark hair chuckles, “I’m Calum, by the way. That’s Ashton and Michael”

“Nice to meet you” your voice sounds anything but, “and yes, I’ve heard of you. I even like your music! That isn’t the point though.”

“This will blow over, they just like to create drama” Ashton shakes his head.

“I don’t want or need drama” your voice is quiet.

“Do you have any form of social media?” He asks. You nod.

“Maybe stay away from it for a while” Calum nods back at you.

“Trust me, I will be doing,” you sigh, “all they’ll see on my Instagram page is photos of my cat! And my tweets are so unbelievably boring, anyone searching for them will be pretty disappointed.”

“If they read Luke’s tweets, they’ll read anything” Michael laughs.

“Go on a date with me” Luke ignores Michael’s words, changing the subject.


“Please, Y/N!” His eyes plead, “just one date.”

“I…” You look to the other three for guidance.

“He’s not that bad, I promise” Michael winks.

“Please?” Luke’s thumb rubs the back of your hand. It’s as if he’s barely acknowledging they’re still in the room.

“I…you…one date, Luke” you sigh, ignoring the grin on his face.


“No one will see us” Luke notices you glancing round.

“We didn’t see anyone last time” you mumble.

“We were drunk last time” he chuckles, his fingers lacing through yours, “come on, it’s a bit of a drive.”

“Where are we driving to?” You turn to him, his fingers tapping on the steering wheel.

“I’m not telling you”

“I didn’t realise it was a surprise date” you raise an eyebrow.

“It is now” he grins at you, before turning the music up. The two of you spend the long car journey singing and dancing along. Despite barely knowing him, and him being in one of the biggest bands on the planet, you don’t feel remotely embarrassed around him. He makes you laugh, you like how he isn’t afraid to act silly around you.

“Are we nearly there yet?” You scrutinise the darkness outside the window.

“So impatient” he smirks at you, both of your minds casting back to the night you met, “we’re here now.” He pulls up in the middle of nowhere, surrounding by darkness.

“Oh my god, have you brought me here to kill me?” You look at him, as he takes your hand to pull you into an empty field, a blanket in his other hand.

“Yes, that’s why I’ve brought you here” he tries to put on a scary voice, which just makes you laugh.

“Why are we here?” You whisper.

“Just wait and see!” He laughs, “right, lie here and close your eyes” he lays the blanket on the ground and points you to it.

“This is weird” you look from the blanket to him.

“Just trust me” he shakes his head, sitting down. You lie next to him and turn your face to his, your noses almost touching, “your eyes aren’t closed.”

You huff, but close them and turn your face to the sky, “now what?”

“Open them” he whispers. You open your eyes, and it takes a minute to adjust to the lights in the sky.

“Oh my god” you breathe out. The lack of lighten surrounding the field made sense now, it meant that the stars were clearer than you’d ever seen them.

“I thought no one would find us here” he whispers, “and you said the other night that you liked stars.”

“What’s that star?” You point to a bright light ahead of you.

“That’s Aegon’s star” he says without pause.

“Isn’t he a Game of Thrones character?” You turn to him.

“Nope, it’s definitely a star” he shakes his head, “and that one there is Anakin’s belt.”

“Is it now?” you mutter, “you have no idea what they are, do you?”

“Of course I do” he scoffs, “Star Wars named him after the belt.”

“You’re an idiot”

“Don’t be mean, or I won’t point out the pan lid.” He turns to drop a kiss on the tip of your nose.

“Do you mean pan handle?”

“Nooooo, that’s a completely different thing” he rolls his eyes, “God, Y/N, I need to teach you about the proper constellations.”

“Hmmm, if you say so”

“I’m glad you said yes” he whispers, turning his face to yours. You turn to him, so your lips are almost touching.

“Stop being all cheesy” you touch your nose to his.

“Stop ruining our moments!” He laughs, closing the small gap to meet his lips to his. He moans against your mouth, his hand coming up to lace in your hair.

“This is not looking at the stars” you murmur, as he rolls so he’s now hovering above you.

“The pan lid can wait” he mutters back, his lips making their way down your throat.


Part 3? I hope you like it!!

anonymous asked:

You know, there are people who don't have enough money to pay for college and such. So it's totally understandable that they get pissed when someone spends money on useless things like expensive textbooks. No one really needs those. It's just to show off or smt. So please, be understanding about others priorities and don't minimize them. Thank you for reading this

i assume you’re referring to this post

let me list all the reasons why yOU are wrong

  1. i love studythetics
  2. studythetics is my babe
  3. they were rude to my babe
  4. because she posted a picture of her notebook collection?
  5. let me remind you she got a request to post her notebook collection. somebody asked her to post it. and instead of being rude, she did what was requested. it was a goddam request.
  6. she wasn’t “showing off or smt”
  7. they came onto HER post and attacked HER. for posting pictures of notebooks?
  8. notebooks are in no way expensive. yes, you can buy 4/$1 at some stores, but you can also buy them for ~$5 if you wish
  9. just because they cannot afford to spend loads of money on things does not mean others should not be allowed to enjoy the things they have
  10. how do you know that studythetics didn’t work hard to pay for those notebooks?
  11. how do you know that studythetics didn’t receive all those notebooks as gifts and actually spent $0 on them?
  12. you don’t. so don’t assume.
  13. also, how on earth am i “minimizing” people who don’t have money? hell i don’t have money. i’m probably not even going to college !!!
  14. you know literally nothing about me nor studythetics.
  15. that person was completely and totally out of line
  16. if they get insulted when people post pictures of multiple $5 notebook, i highly recommend that they lock themselves in a cellar because people like donald trump and the kardashians do exist.
  17. i also recommend staying off social media because people on tumblr do occasionally post pictures of things they have,
  18. i ALSO recommend staying off the studyblr tag and away from studyblrs because…..that is what being a studyblr is basically. 
  19. they had NO right to be rude to studythetics because she posted a picture??? she wasn’t targeting anyone, she was literally just posting a picture.
  20. u need yoga
  21. also jesus.
  22. go drink some tea
  23. chill out.
  24. and please, be understanding about others priorities and don’t minimize them.
  25. thank you for reading this

im gonna tag the person who made the rude comment aka @ingerjwaksvik so they can see all the trauma they put me through while writing this reply

also @ingerjwaksvik, you are aware that you DID reblog a picture of a MACBOOK right? you DO know how MUCH those COST right? why aren’t you complaining about that? why are macbooks okay, but a few $5 notebooks are the end of the world? explain pls bc i’m lost



as we all know the last hobbit movie is getting closer and closer, with the earliest premieres being only a week away, while at other places the movie won’t open in several weeks

since many people are trying to stay spoiler free I and several others think it’s very important that the fandom really makes an effort to help people out with this, people should not have to leave social media bc of spoilers running amok 

therefore it would be amazing and thoughtful if we all started using the tag #botfaspoilers for EVERY POST with new content regarding bofa from now on, be it gifs, edits, reviews and opinions

please use this tag so as many people as possible can go into the cinema with the best experience as possible! :)

thank you all who jump in on this idea and help people out!! 

anonymous asked:

I'm moving out of my abusive parents house and cutting all family ties in two weeks, and I'm terrified. I have a safe place to stay and a support system while I find a job once I get out, but I'm going to literally have to sneak out while they're at work, and steal my passport, SSC, and Birth certificate out of a locked safe before leaving. I'm a legal adult so they can't class me a run away, but I'm so scared they'll find me. Are there any precautions I can take to keep them from finding me?

Remake all social media accounts that have your name or any selfies attached to them. Use a made up last name on sites like Facebook. Set everything to private. Get a new phone, new number, with a new service (if you can) to make it harder for them to find you that way. Make sure that you don’t return to any of your old haunts if you can help it, find new grocery stores/gas stations/etc.

You’ll be okay. You’ve already done the heavy lifting. These things are just little polishes.

-Lou the Lobster

anonymous asked:

Please help me I just had a massive panic attack over Trump. I'm home from school sick but I am so scared. This was my first election-I did all I could and nothing came of it and now I have to live with this massive fear for the next four years because I am a female who is questioning her sexuality and has a disability.

Anon, you are not to blame for what happened today. The system is broken and I am proud of you for having done all you can. What you need to remember now is to keep yourself safe and well.

Please remember to eat and stay hydrated. If you can, try listening to music that calms you down or that you like, watch TV shows or movies that you like, have your favourite food or whatever it is you do to comfort yourself when things are bad. Don’t be ashamed to ask for help from people you know if you are able to. Turn off the news and social media for a while if you need to get away from it all. Don’t be scared to block out the world for a while, because your health is important too.

I know that things are scary right now and there are no easy answers to the fears that everyone has. Just remember that you are not alone - if there are people in real life that you can talk to or ask for help from, do so if you are able. If not, we will always be here for you, and we will always stand with you. You are not alone, you are loved, and you deserve to be safe and happy, today of all days. I hope this helps you, anon.

In Regards to Gwil Leaving alt-J:

That title was incredibly hard to type out.

Okay, yesterday, as you all know, alt-J posted this twitter status:

When they did so, I was at a Speech and Debate meet. Due to the fact I would have to perform speeches all day, I simply did what I had to do to avoid it. I stayed away from all social media while trying my best to deny it for the time being.

Let’s be honest though. I was absolutely and completely broken. I was devastated to a point where I could not function. Essentially, I was a wreck and it wasn’t too easy to explain what happened to others without them dismissing it as if it wasn’t a huge deal.

But most of all, I was angry at first. Not just angry, I was infuriated.

How could he do this? How could he just fucking…leave? Doesn’t he know much we love him? Doesn’t he know that alt-J will never be the same without him?

Eventually my anger took the sharp turn to sadness. Once I was able to be alone, I completely broke down. I’ll spare you the details by just saying that, yeah, it definitely was not a good night.

I personally think that the worst part about this is that new alt-J fans will never fully know what an impact he had on the band. They’ll never know how absolutely incredible he was, and that hurts a lot.

Overall, I just really hope he didn’t leave because he felt unappreciated. I’ll admit that, at times, I could tell that people favored the other members over him. There were just moments when I noticed this, such as when I hung out with them, or just in interviews. In the Nardwuar interview, he helps tell a story where a throng of girls bounded up onto the stage to swarm Joe, whilst Gwil was completely ignored. While it was a funny story, I can see where it could have sprouted a problem. I just pray that he left for other reasons, and not because he didn’t feel as loved or appreciated as he should have.

However heartbreakingly tragic this was, we as Teenage Weeds need to band together and wish Gwil good luck in future proceedings.

I, for one, completely support him as a fan, and as a friend. 

So Gwil, thank you. I’m so honored to have met you and let you know in person how much you meant to me. We’ll stand by your side, no matter where life takes you. Thank you, again.

We love you.



Scandal -- The Tour Series (Requested)

A/N: Here’s the next installment of the Tour series! Woo! 


Liam: Two months in and you were having the most exhausting time of your life, happy and yet really ready for a decade long nap. Apparently, that’s how all tours were, but you were even more exhausted because of the large and very important secret you were keeping from the world. Since starting your tour, you’d been bombarded with attention and it was everyone’s biggest question to know if you were dating any of the members from One Direction. The countless interviews you’d done in the past couple of months had focused on this question so much that you were ready to just scream about you and Liam dating but you kept your mouth glued shut. It was hard; you loved being affectionate with him in private and didn’t mind the constant teasing that happened whenever you shared a kiss in a van on the way back to the hotel or a quick hug right before the show. You wanted to tell the world, though, because secrets were exhausting and you were exhausted at this point. Be careful what you wish for, right? “Babe, Harry wants to know what we’re doing for dinner tonight before we head out,” Liam called to you. The show was later on today and you were on your way over for some quick sound checks, typing away a tweet on your phone. “Uh, what about that Italian place we saw yesterday when we got here?” you said, hopping off with him once you got to the gas station to fill up. It was early, hardly anyone there, or so you thought. He grabbed your hand, a natural thing for the two of you at this point, and he chattered away with Harry, still at the hotel with Niall. “Tell him that as long as he doesn’t steal all my food, we can definitely go,” you joked, and Liam laughed and bent down to kiss your cheek. You hadn’t noticed the girl in the car and didn’t even look around to see if anyone had witnessed what had just happened. You probably should have because the next four hours would be pure hell. The posted had been posted on nearly every huge social media website, Twitter especially, and people were going nuts. You nearly fainted when you checked your Twitter not even an hour after the incident at the gas station, and didn’t hesitate to tell Liam. “They know,” you told him with wide eyes. “Someone saw us today.” And that’s when you knew. Everything would be different.

Harry: Two whole weeks and you hadn’t even brought up the kiss to Harry after that night. He hadn’t done much to talk about it, either, and it was driving you mad not knowing what it meant. Did he mean it in a friendly way? He couldn’t have, right? The thoughts were torturous. You opted for silence evenif it meant that it all ate away at you. You didn’t even tell your best friend even though she could see there was definitely something up. The tension was so palpable that it was starting to irritate you and it looked like the same thing was happening to Harry. He cornered you after a show that night, your little tour group about to head back to the hotel, and he’d grabbed you by the elbow in the parking lot before you could get into the building and into bed without any qualms. “We need to talk,” he whispered to you, green eyes absolutely burning into yours, and you could only nod in agreement. He pulled you gently to a corner of the parking lot that looked secluded, the echoes of your group slowly fading as they entered the building without you. “Why haven’t you been talking to me?” he asked seriously, and you gave him a very irritated look. “Why do you think?” you grunted, arms folded across your chest now. Harry’s eyes softened when he took in your demeanor and he fiddled around with his hands. “I didn’t know how to bring it up,” he admitted, eyes now on the floor. “But it wasn’t just a spur of the moment thing if that’s what you’re thinking. Did I make you mad by kissing you?” You shook your head quickly, nudging him to meet your eyes again. “Hey,” you said softly, biting your lip. “It meant something to me, too.” That was all Harry needed to hear before swooping you into his arms, placing a chaste kiss on your lips. The unmistakable sensation of a bright flash went off just then and you ripped yourself away from him, eyes wider than ever. “Holy shit,” you whispered, looking around, but it didn’t look like there was anyone there, not anymore. Harry looked just as shocked; you both knew what this would mean. People were going to find out.

Zayn: Rumors were the basis of your everyday life now. Mostly, rumors of you and Zayn. It hadn’t gone unnoticed that you’d interacted the least with him at first, and now suddenly, you two were growing closer and closer as the tour wore on. Three weeks later and the two of you were basically inseparable. Definitely something noticeable. It was still small, though, just something barely starting out, but you could feel the sparks there. You were positive that Zayn could feel them, too. The day before the next big show he’d dragged you out to go shopping with him and there was a swarm of fans around you at all times. It made you feel a little suffocated but you just kept telling yourself to breathe it out, you’d be in a bigger space soon. Zayn noticed your discomfort and murmured words of encouragement in your ear, earning a few screams and pictures from the fans. The crowd seemed to be getting bigger and bigger, though, and you were getting smashed in between what seemed like an endless count of bodies, all of them strangers. Zayn was getting farther away and he was starting to lose you in the huge crowd of fans. He noticed this and immediately fought his way back to you, taking note of your terrified face, and simply took your hand in his. It was simple and effectively calmed you down, but everyone else seemed to freak out. Flashes went off and there were unintellible screams, but you drowned it all out, now at peace with your situation. Zayn offered a small smile, squeezed your hand, and led you away. You didn’t care anymore; the rumors didn’t matter anymore. All that mattered was Zayn’s hand in yours. All that mattered was that it would stay there.

Niall: Photos from Mexico had surfaced the next morning and they did nothing to help with your killer hangover. You felt groggy and incredibly heavy, not even wanting to get out of bed while you scrolled through your social media, too many mentions and trending topics to focus on just one. Your eyes were still bleary and everything felt so far away. Your phone blowing up is what had actually gotten you to come out of it, and you were just about to say screw it to everything and go back to sleep when you felt something shift beside you in your bed. Someone, actually. You screamed, a shrill and short-lived sound, and you shut up when your head throbbed against your noises. The person in your bed shot up and looked at you with wide, blue eyes, and you stared back in just as much surprise. “Niall?” you gasped. “Y/N…” he muttered back, head in his hands. “Mexico sucks.” You cleared your throat and ignored the pang in your heart his statement caused you, opting for checking underneath the covers. Still clothed fully, a good sign. Niall, too. “We need to hit the road in a few hours,” you sighed, glancing at your alarm. Everyone else was probably out making the most of their last hours here, not hungover, and you were just an unlucky girl today. You ignored Niall’s gaze on your back as you kicked the covers off of you and trudged to the bathroom to freshen up. The only thing you did was call over your shoulder, “Better not check the internet today.”

Louis: It escalated pretty quickly. From hand holding, to kisses on the cheek, to full-blown kisses, things were getting better and better with Louis. Nobody had ever looked at you like he did before, nobody made you feel invincible like he did. And yet, it was all some big secret, like he didn’t want anyone to find out about the two of you. Interviews were sneaky, fan questions were ignored, and you were feeling less invincible as it wore on. You were getting ready for a new interview after spending the night in Louis’ hotel room, going through your morning routine together like it was the most natural thing in the world. It was quiet, though, with Louis mostly going through some work stuff on his phone. “We should get dinner to-go for ourselves when we come back,” he suggested lightly on the way out of the hotel. You agreed quietly, more intent on getting to the car than anything else. “Hey,” Louis pressed, tugging on your hand. You turned to him, eyes curious, but he just bent down to land a kiss to your lips. You smiled into it for a moment, pulling away to look at him. “What was that for?” you asked him in a whisper, and he just shrugged. “I love you,” he said simply, but the words swirled around you like a whirlwind. “You love me.” You repeated the words to yourself with a big smile, biting your lip to keep from acting out too much. The interview went much better now that you were in high spirits, but of course, the question came at the end, the dreaded question that you weren’t really dreading this time. “With touring groups, it can get a little personal, right?” the interviewer asked with a smile, looking between you and Louis at this point and ignoring everyone else. “Are there any budding relationships?” And that’s when it all came crashing down. “Nah,” Louis laughed, not even looking at you. “Everyone is pretty damn chill.” Well…so goes the saying. He loves me not.