and then everyone in the room started clapping and yelling

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Authors note: This was requested! Feel free to send me more! Up next should be my Sleepover part two😚💕tagging @tana-summers
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“Jean, stay out my head!” You yell at your younger sister before throwing a pillow at her, causing her to chuckle. “Why are you even looking in there?”

“You’re so whipped.” Jean said before giggling. You eyed her weirdly. “Alex! You’re so in love with him!”

“I am not in love with Alex!” You lied as you rolled your eyes. It’s true, you have fallen for the older summers kid. He stolen you heart without even trying. It’s the cute little smiles he throw you, the winks he send you, sarcastic little remarks, and the flirtatious touches. All those things made you feel butterflies in your stomach.

“He’s in love with you too, you know?” Jean said while smiling at you. You rolled your eyes, not believing her. “I’m just saying, You might be Mrs.Summers soon.”

“I could be saying the same thing to you.” You argued back while laughing. Jean blushed as you stood up and walked towards the open door. “I be right back. I have to go tell my boyfriend I’m in love with him.”

“I would say good luck but you don’t need it!” Jean called to you with a wave.

You walked into the main room only to find Alex sitting with Peter and Scott. You walked right in front of him before pausing. You opened your mouth to say something but you froze. The three boys were looking at you curiously.

“Babe are yo-” Before Alex could finish you cut him off.

“IM IN LOVE WITH YOU AND UH..YEAH!” You yell really loudly catching the attention of everyone in the room. Alex just stared at you, mouth slightly opened and shocked written all over his face.
‘okay, maybe Jean was wrong for once.’

Alex stood up and wrapped his arms around your waist. He kissed you slow and passionately. You were on cloud nice kissing him, his lips were incredibly soft and they tasted like candy. He pulled away to your dismay a smile clearly shown on his face.

“I’m in love with you too babe.” Alex said before Peter and Scott started clapping.

'Y/N, I’m always right. Never forget that.’ Jean sent you causing you to chuckle.

taking notes

In celebration of reaching 1,000 followers on this crazy blog of mine, I’m writing as many fics as possible in one week based on requests by followers! Day One brings us a Zimbits request from @whatthehellisahoechlin: TA!Jack and Hopeless Student-Athlete!Bitty. :) Enjoy!! (It is, of course, stupid long because I have no self-control and don’t understand how to take it easy on myself.)


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       “Lardo, I swear to God, he didn’t even recognize me,” Eric complained, dropping into the seat across from her. Lardo put her phone to the side and gave him a sympathetic look. He had already been texting her about it for almost a day now, but he still fuming. “He looked straight at me and was like ‘Oh, hi, I’m Jack’ like we’d never even met. What an asshole.”

       “Bitty, I bet he TAs like all of Atley’s classes - that’s at least a hundred students a semester,” she said, pushing a still warm cup of coffee across to him. He took it, drinking it without even looking at what at was and then wrinkled his nose at the plain black coffee inside.

       “Still,” he said as he hopped up to grab a few packets of sugar and a creamer to dump in the coffee to at least make it tolerable. “He is responsible for one of the most embarrassing days of my life and he doesn’t even remember. Samwell is not that big.”

       Lardo rolled her eyes as Eric stirred his coffee a little more aggressively than necessary.

       “Does this mean you didn’t get his help?” she asked. “You know that paper is due in like two days, man.”

       Eric groaned and put his head down on the table. Lardo kicked him gently under the table.

       “You gotta suck this one up, Bits,” Lardo said. “Otherwise, they’re not gonna let you play next semester.”

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Behind The Story

Summary: The reader is a cast member of the show and she’s injured making her unavailable going to a convention. Her co-stars and the fans misses her so Jensen thought of the idea of show her love via a video and posting it on twitter.

Author: deanwinchester-af

Characters: Jensen, Reader, Jared and Cast Cameos.

Pairing: Single!Jensen x Actress!Reader

Words: 2k+

Warnings: PURE FLUFF.

Behind The Story Masterlist

Disclaimer: NO SHADE TOWARDS DANNEEL, SHE’S AMAZING BUT I ALSO LOVE TO WRITE. 

A/N: For the ones who had read my preview to my upcoming series Unusual, y’all are going to be reading some future sneak peeks on this one shot, I’ll probably combine the fics… What do you guys think of that? I’ve always wanted to write something like this and I am very happy on how it turned out. Hope you guys like it too and please, let me know what y’all think? Special thanks to my friend @sis-tafics who beta it ♥ 

By the way, this is like a bday present from me to you guys (my birthday is tomorrow) yikes! Tags are on the end of this post and the gif is not mine but the twitter manip is. Also, I won’t put the read more because my blog is having problems and if I put it then the ones on the computer won’t be able to read it completely. Sorry, I know how it pains but tumblr is being an asshole with my blog. 

THANKS FOR READING & ENJOY ♥


Reader POV:

A bucket of extra butter popcorn, your dog Jules cuddled up next to you, a show about two vampires in love with one girl playing on TV and a huge cast that started on your mid thigh and worked its way to your toes. “Miss you guys wish I could be there to hug y’all.” you tweeted for the 1.M followers you had on twitter thanks to you character on the hit show Supernatural. Same show where you accidentally miss landed while having a fight stunt and broke your leg in the process. You sighed and smiled while reading all the quick response by the fans.

“We miss you too, Y/N.”

“J2 misses you.”

You smiled at the tweets as you read more tweets.

“Jared is teasing Jensen on how was his fault you’re injured.”

You laughed at that tweet, because it was totally true but it was truly an accident.

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The Bitchy Hufflepuff (Newt Scamander X Mean!Reader) Part 1

Requested: No

Word Count: 1 101

I hope this isn’t terrible 😅

*****

It came as no surprise when sweet little Newton Scamander was sorted into Hufflepuff. Where else would he possibly belong? As always, it was a perfect match made by the Sorting Hat.

However, (Y/N) was a completely different story.

*****

She strut confidently on to the Hogwarts Express, earning a few confused and surprise glances from other students. First Years like her weren’t usually so confident on the first day of school. She was a bold one, and would do anything to get what she wanted. She successfully managed to kick two Slytherin Fifth Years out of a booth. She misplaced people’s luggage causing havoc on the train. She even managed to sneakily steal sweet treats from the trolley lady. Yes, she was not the kindest of people and yes, some would even go so far to call her a bitch, but she had a reason for all her pessimism, and she wasn’t planning on letting anyone know what that was any time soon.
By the end of the train ride everyone knew the pretty, sassy, sarcastic and intelligent First Year’s name, just the way she liked it.

When the train arrived at Hogwarts, she deliberately tripped some of her fellow First Years, including none other than Newt Scamander.

“Oh, I’m terribly sorry.” she apologized, unsuccessfully trying to sound sheepish.

“It’s alright, no harm done.” she hears him murmur as he drops to his knees, scrambling to pick up his fallen objects.

The girl notices a large, beautiful feather near her feet and sees boy bending down to pick it up.
She smirks and steps on the feather before he can reach it. He raises his head towards her, trying hard not to make eye contact.

“Excuse me, could you please move your foot? You just happen to be stepping on something that belongs to me.” he asks politely, feeling shy.

She swoops down to pick up the feather and twirls it around her fingers, feeling the texture.

“What is this?” she asks, bored.

Newt’s face lit up with excitement as he started to explain.
“It’s a Hippogriff feather.” he says proudly. “My parents have it to me so I could remember them by until vacation.”

She nods, uninterested.

“I’m Newt by the way.” the freckled boy says, extending his hand so she could shake it.

She over looks it, still playing with the feather between her fingers. Suddenly she had an idea. She gingerly threw the feather on to the train track and it fluttered gracefully on to one of the rails.

Newt’s face fell as he realized what was happening.

The Hogwarts Express whizzed by the track, slicing the feather and blowing the remaining bits away in the wind with a puff of white steam.

“Why did you do that?” Newt look at her, sad and utterly confused. He didn’t really care that the feather was gone, he could always ask for a new one. But he didn’t understand why would anyone ever do something so bitterly mean. It was unnatural, it felt wrong.

A smile of triumph crawled across her face.

“The name is (Y/N).” she simply said, completely ignoring his question.

She walked away, towards the boats, leaving the boy staring after her.

*****

“(Y/N) (L/N)!” a Hogwarts teacher calls, beckoning her over to place the Sorting Hat on her head.
Murmurs filled the Great Hall as she made her way up to the stool.

“She’s definitely a Slytherin.”

“Oh, please. With brains and quick wits like hers, she’s a Ravenclaw.“

“I can see her being a Griffindor?”

“She’s mean, she knocked me down earlier.”

“She called me something rude, she not very nice.”

A hush fell as the Sorting Hat was placed on her head

Silence.

“HUFFLEPUFF!” the Sorting Hat yelled, making its decision.

*****

A slow clap fills the room and slowly everyone starts applauding and she is lead towards the Hufflepuff table.

She rolls her eyes, unfazed. So what if she was a Hufflepuff? It clearly didn’t even matter that much.

*****

Newt watched her from his seat at the Hufflepuff stable, for he had been sorted before her.
He analyzed her every move and he noticed a few things, he was sure of it.
She had the tiniest falter in her confident stride and a barely noticeable look of unease in her eyes. He didn’t care if everyone else bought her act, he was was certain that there was something bothering her and he was going to find out why.
The girl intrigued him beyond measure and he made it his goal to help her, to find out what made her act the way she acted. He believed that no one should live that way, everyone needed some source of kindness and happiness, whether they were the ones giving it or receiving it.

*****

Newt’s plan was to be super kind to her, eventually hoping to get close enough to her that she’d trust him, consider him as a friend. And he did that for five years. (A/N: Let’s just pretend he didn’t get expelled…yet?)

He did kind gestures for her; opening the door, carrying books, offering to study together. And he soon realized that he liked her, she wasn’t such a bad person… okay she was mean, but he was determined to prove it wrong. He wasn’t doing this because she was his social experiment, he was doing this because he had learned to care for her.

It felt super strange to (Y/N), no one has ever been so kind to her before and it made her feel feel oddly uncomfortable. At first, she just brushed him off, insulting him when he was right beside her, leaving him to clean up the potion ingredients alone whenever they were partners. She even ripped up his Hufflepuff scarf, but he just smiled, raising his wand and casted Reparo, fixing it without a word. He was unbelievable, and though she hated to admit it, she liked what he was doing, she enjoyed his constant presence, it felt nice. But she continued her act, she couldn’t show any sign of faltering.

She was the school’s mean girl. Throwing insults like cannons and even teaming up with Peeves to execute disastrous plans. Each day she continued to build her reputation, whether Newt liked it or not.

*****

One day, some of her feelings began to slip, and she told him that she was a muggle born, something she had never told anyone before. She regretted it immediately. But she could trust Newt, right?
What was going on? How was this happening, what was he doing to her?
She fell asleep that night, questions bubbling her head.

*****

I hope you enjoyed! Part 2 coming soon!

Seijou Sleepover

Thank you for requesting this, anon. We will remember you for what you have unleashed. Also, this is the longest sleepover yet, and the most disorganized, please proceed with caution.

Other team sleepovers: Nekoma, Karasuno

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sweat

summary: You weren’t like the the other fans taking Hoseok’s dance class; you weren’t in it for the view. You were in it for the sweat.

request: jinsmixtape - hoseok… private dance lessons (i got you bb) (ps follow her she’s great)

pairing: Hoseok x OC

word count: 1,964 GOOD LORD its so much longer than it was supposed to be

warnings: mentions of sex + sweaty hobi kill me also if any of you try to talk shit about my song choice I will literally fight you

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When J-hope announced he would be teaching a dance class during Bangtan’s hiatus, you didn’t think you’d be taking it. It was a long process to audition, the company wanting to make sure it wasn’t full of fans who had no interest in dancing. You had to have some skill built up, since it was an advanced class, and you had to sign a wavier saying you wouldn’t record or film at any of the sessions. Needless to say, out of the hundreds of people who tried out, you didn’t expect to be one of the dancers chosen.

So, standing outside of the BigHit building with a visitor’s pass your hand, your eyes glued to the shiny blue of the glass windows, you were feeling pretty great. You let out a soft thank you, hot breath turning white in the cold air as you adjusted the strap of your bag and headed inside.

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“You’re awful, i love you...” - [The Joker/Harley Quinn/Steve Rogers - One shot].

Based onImagine: You dated the Joker before he was sent to Arkham Asylum. Years go by and you marry Steve Rogers, but your ex looks for you as soon as he’s out.

Written by: A.Wölf.

Song referenced in title“Love me dead” by Ludo

Notes: When i wrote “Shooting chandeliers” i forgot to mention that i consider Ludo’s song to be perfect for Harley + The Joker. So here i am, saying it now because i love music and it inspires me. K, bye. ahaha.

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Tony Stark was working on his iron suit in the back of his workshop.

He was welding the right arm and connecting electrical wires when a noise, coming from his study, distracted him. He pushed his welding mask back.

-Hello? …Pepper?

He walked into the study and stopped in his tracks when he found two men in suits and wearing masks, guarding a third man who was sitting on his rotating chair which was facing the opposite way; Stark could only catch a glimpse of his green hair sticking out.

Tony’s holographic computer was projecting each of the Avenger’s ID’s. Clearly, the man with the green hair had been snooping around.

-Who are you? –Tony asked.

The chair spun around slowly and Tony’s eyes widened then narrowed when he recognized the man; Gotham’s famous villain, The Joker.

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bad seed - m.c fluff

pairing: michael + y/n

rating: pg-13 

warning: cursing, violence

summary: bad boy!michael has finally met his dream girl. she’s his anchor and helps him stay leveled….and out of jail if I’m being honest. be that as it may, they attend the biggest party of the year and y/n has a small encounter with another guy who decides he wants to sexually harrass the hell out of her. read more to find out how michael handles it!

a/n: this request has been sitting in my inbox for awhile and i felt it was finally time to sorta break free from my little writer’s block phase! hope you all like it. please tell me what you think. i made this sort of like a sequel to this little blurb!

wc: 1.7k+ / masterlist

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There was something about Michael Clifford that you found utterly undesirable. It could’ve been anything from his careless attitude and reckless behavior to the uniform he wore at the car shop where he worked. You didn’t know what exactly it was, yet you couldn’t help but be completely mesmerized by it. He acted as if, you were the only person he had a soft spot for..like you were his kryptonite. 

To the streets of your town and halls of your high school, he was the man .. but to you he was a perfect gentleman. You had only met the boy a year and a half ago during sophomore year, yet within just a few months of being friends and gradually falling in love with you, he finally mustered up enough courage and asked you to be his girl. You. The plus sized, innocent, kinda nerdy, and very regular, girl. You quickly said yes and your heart could’ve fluttered at the sight of how giddy he got. 

Michael was your first everything. He gave you your first kiss, he was your first boyfriend as well as your first lover. Everything seemed perfect when you were with him. On the other hand, after everyone became aware of your relationship, you were treated a lot differently. It seemed as though you two were the Bonnie and Clyde of your high school. People would go as far as moving out of the way when you both walked the halls, hand in hand. It wasn’t a bad thing, but it was definitely different.

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Sam Wilkinson - Unstoppable desire

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Have you ever been so confused in your life by someone that you couldn’t even decide if you had positive feelings towards them or you hated them like shit. It sucks when you can’t choose between tearing their clothes down and just fuck them, or slap them on the face for every inappropriate comments. The amount of feuds I had had with Sam through the years is almost unbelievable. Me being Nate’s cousin meant that I spent a lot of time with him and his friends. We had a great relationship since I was only one year younger than him and we basically grew up together. I knew all of his friends and this included Sammy too. But while I was good friends with everyone, Sam clearly didn’t like me from the first moment we met. He not just ignored me most of the time, but always told rude comments when no one was listening. I tried to talk to him several times, but he wouldn’t listen to me and I never got to know what his problem was with me.

On the other hand I felt a strange leaning towards him. I wasn’t blind, I could see how handsome and hot he was and I always thought that if he wasn’t that big of an asshole he would be my dream guy. But since I never had the chance to get to know him for real because our conversations always ended in a fight, I didn’t see him like someone I would want to date. That was until one day he did the most confusing thing ever.

It was Nate’s birthday and we decided to throw him a surprise party. We held it in our place because my parents were away that weekend, so we had the whole house for ourselves. I was wearing a red dress I had been saving up for weeks and I could finally buy it. Maybe it was a bit too daring, but I enjoyed how every guy checked me out walking through the crowd.

I invited Sam of course, he was one of Nate’s best friends, but I knew we would have a stupid fight over something little through the night. But I also felt his gaze on my body as he saw me in the dress. He didn’t say anything but I knew that he liked what he saw. I also couldn’t complain about his appearance, he looked so damn good in his dark jeans and white shirt. If he wasn’t a complete asshole I swear I would have flirted with him nonstop.

We stayed quiet when I saw Nate’s car park in front of the house. I told him to come over and help me get some stuff from the loft. At first he said no, but then I convinced him. I heard him shut the door and a moment later he opened the door, and when he switched the light on we all shouted “happy birthday” at the same time surprising him.

“What the fuck!” he laughed covering his face with his hands.

“Happy birthday big boy,” I said hugging him while people were clapping and whistling.

“You are so fucking sneeky!” he yelled at me putting his arms around me. “But thank you,” he said kissing my cheek.

It didn’t take too much, the party started immediately and I was trying to make sure that everyone was enjoying themselves, especially Nate, but I guess he was good with anything. It was over eleven when I thought I should change my heels to a more comfortable pair of shoes, so I jogged upstairs to my room that I locked earlier so no one could go inside. I closed it behind me and walked to my closet. I was constantly having a dilemma between two black ballerinas when I heard the door open.

“This room is private, please return downstairs,” I said to whoever tried to get in without looking up. I heard the door closing again and I thought that the person left, but then two hands were on my waist, I was spun around and the next thing I knew that someone was kissing me firmly. I pushed my attacker away and I was totally shocked to find none other than Sam in front of me.

“Sam? What the hell?” I asked with wide eyes.

“I couldn’t stop myself when I saw you come in,” he growled, his eyes were dark and hungry, his hands were still on my waist and his hips were pushed against mine.

“Stop from what? What the fuck are you talking about?” I asked ready to scream for help.

“This damn dress shows so much of you and you can’t even imagine how long I have been imagining doing this. I can’t help myself, I’m a man.” I wanted to tell him to get off of me, but then I would have been lying. Because kissing him felt so amazing and feeling his body against me was just like how I imagined it. “Don’t deny it, I know that you feel the same, I saw you eyeing me earlier,” he growled in a sexy, low voice and he started to lean closer. “Let’s make it easier and give ourselves what we want,” he whispered and without waiting for my answer he kissed me again. This time I didn’t protest, I kissed him back.

He was right, I wanted him and I couldn’t deny the excitement I felt from his touch. He slid his hands down to my thighs and with a simple movement he lifted me up and pinned me against the wall. A moan escaped from my mouth as he started to kiss down my neck and collarbone while digging his fingers into my skin. I laced my fingers through his hair and kept his head in place as his lips reached my cleavage. Then he carried me to my bed and threw me onto it getting on top of me. Between never ending passionate kisses we got rid of our clothes and I had the most erotic and hot sex I had ever had in my entire life. The sexual frustration got the best out of us that’s for sure. I don’t know for how long we were in my room, because we didn’t stop after one round. At the end I felt like I didn’t have any energy left, I was just lying there with Sam’s arm under my head. We both were trying to catch our breaths, our bodies sweaty and limbs numb.

I couldn’t believe I just had sex with the person I hated the most. Or at least I thought I hated the most.

“I should go back to the party to see if everything is going great,” I whispered, but his eyes were closed and I doubted he heard me. I got up and quickly got dressed. I left Sam there, naked in my bed, sleeping and headed downstairs.

I thought that maybe he would sleep for a while and then leave, I was expecting everything to get back to the normal state, but when a few hours later the party was over and I put drunk Nate to sleep in our guestroom and went back to my room he was still there. Still naked.

“May I know why you are still in my bed, naked?” I asked taking my earrings out.

“I thought we could continue what we were doing earlier,” he said with a playful smile. I chuckled unzipping my dress and I could see the hunger in his eyes as I took it off leaving me only in my bra and thong.

“Sam, I thought you hate me.”

“I never said I hated you,” he defended himself sitting up. The covers were dangerously low on his waist and I needed all of my self-control to not throw myself on him.

“But you surely acted like that. You are always an asshole around me, this is why I can’t really decide what this thing was between us tonight.” I stood at the end of my bed with my arms crossed on my chest, looking down at him.

“This was me having an unstoppable desire for you. This was something I always had,” he admitted smirking at me.

“What?” I asked furrowing my eyebrows. “Then why did your act this whole time like you hated me?” I asked letting my arms down. He turned his gaze away from me, like he was ashamed of himself.

“I didn’t mean to be that rude, I just… I wasn’t used to be that attracted to someone.”

I wanted to laugh on his statement. Being rude to the girl he likes is what a five year-old would do on the playground, but we were basically adults.

“So you are telling me that you were an asshole because you were attracted to me this whole time?”

“Yes, but can we just drop the topic? I’m really not proud of this. Can you just please come here? I don’t know how long I’ll be able to just watch you stand there in your lingerie,” he told me almost looking desperate. Probably this was the funniest thing that ever happened to me, but I was ready to get myself over it and give him a chance to make everything up to me. And it was even better that he was planning on doing it with some amazing and hot sex.

We’ll Find Our Way back

Originally posted by monstersbehindmasks

Songs:  Drive-Oh Wonder

Split Screen Sadness-John Mayer

You There-Aquilo

Collide-Howie Day

War is Love-Bobby Andonov

His voice calling my name again pushed me out the door and into the brisk, night air.  I braced myself on the hood of my car, closing my eyes while I caught my breath, contemplating my next move.  I could hear my heart beating in my ears as I was running out of time.  Maybe I could convince myself to stay, maybe things would change this time. But those thoughts had turned into a broken record.  It was time for this to end.

My name being called was muffled as I slid into the car, slamming the door shut.    I threw my head back against the seat and let a few tears slip as I tried to assure myself that I had done the right thing.  I just wanted to get out of here as fast as possible.  I didn’t bother putting my seatbelt on as I jammed my key into the ignition, turning on the engine.  

My hand shook as I gripped the key, choking back a sob.  I rested  my head against the steering wheel, willing myself to stop thinking for a moment and just move.  Every couple has their rough spots and Harry and I were no exception.  But enough is enough and I knew I had to leave.  Me staying wouldn’t do either of us any good.  I lifted my head and tried to even my breathing.  I had to leave before I talked myself out of it.  

I ran the pads of my fingers under my eyes, wiping away the tears and smudging my makeup. I put the car into drive and looked up.  The lights from his room were on and the window was cracked open.  I could no longer hear him, but I knew he had gone back up into the room.

I pulled out of the parking spot just as a couple was walking into the hotel.  They both had dopey smiles on their faces and two full luggage carts between them.  If I had to guess they were on their honeymoon.  I had always hoped Harry and I would make it that far, but my hope for Harry and I had been deteriorating for months now.

I took a deep breath and pulled out on the road. I rolled down the window and  cranked up the radio, hoping the noise would drown out my thoughts, but it only added to the chaos pervading my brain.  

I thought it would get better, but every time I was left  alone and hurt.  It felt like I was the only one trying anymore and he had the same old story to tell every time I got after him.  

What could I do though? I knew he was busy and didn’t have much down time, but lately all the free time he did have was spent being anywhere else but with me.  

One too many times I’ve waited up for him, only to have him stumble into the room at some ungodly hour in the morning and pass out as soon as he hit the bed.  If it wasn’t  that it was standing me up when we had plans, ignoring me completely if I was there with him, or not letting me know where he was at all.  I didn’t take it personally at first, but it never got better. Over the last month I just backed off.  A relationship shouldn’t have to be this forced, and frankly I was tired.  I understood that most of what he was doing was unintentional, but tonight I had finally had enough.  

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“Where are you going?”

Harry’s shoulders tensed as he paused in the door frame.  

He didn’t turn and look at me as he spoke.   “We finished rehearsal early tonight, so the lads and I are going to a pub downtown.”

I stood up from where I was sitting on the bed, twisting my hands nervously as I walked slowly towards him.

“I know you got out early today.” I spoke carefully.  “I thought, maybe you’d want to do something with me?”

He pivoted around so he was facing me, bracing his hands against both sides of the door frame.

“I…uh…I already made plans, but Saturday night I’m not busy.  We could do something then.”

I bit my lip and crossed my arms, clenching my fists.  My tears were traitors as I started to speak.

“Why did you ask me to come with you, Harry?”

He dropped his arms and took a step towards me.

“What do you mean, love?”

I didn’t try to hold back the anger in my voice as I spoke.  

“I mean what am I doing here!”

He looked taken aback that I snapped at him,  but it’s time he knew.

“I’ve been traveling with you for months now, and it’s like pulling teeth to get you to spend any time with me!”

Harry stayed fixed in place as I took a deep breath and wiped my eyes.  When I looked back up at him his eyes were soft, his lips moving as if he wanted to speak but didn’t know what to say.

I ran my hands over my face and took a calming breath.  

“I know you’re busy and stressed out, but lately I’ve been feeling like I’m just in the way.  If you want something else Harry I understand, but… I need to to tell me if we’re done because I can’t do it anymore.”

His shoulders slumped as he rubbed his hand across his forehead, stepping  in closer to me.  He wrapped his arms around my shoulders, and pulled me in, bracing me tightly against his chest.

I slipped my arms around his waist and gripped the back of his shirt, hiding my face in his shoulder as a few more tears slipped.  

His arms tightened around me as he spoke softly in my ear.  “I don’t have to go tonight.  I know I’ve been distant lately, but I love you, peaches. So much.  You’re the only one I want, I promise.”

He pulled away, pressing his lips to mine, kissing me fervidly.

A smile lingered on my lips as he pulled away.

“Why don’t I go pick up some food? We can watch a film when I get back.“

He grinned, kissing my forehead before he turned to leave.

**

I got out of the car and handed the keys the the valet, grabbing my bags and rushing into the airport before I missed my flight.  I kept my head down, ignoring the odd looks I was getting from the people walking past me.  I imagined I looked like an absolute mess, but nothing compared to how I felt.

 I headed straight onto the plane which was relatively empty, and the few people who were on it payed me no attention as I trudged over to my seat. I sat down, curling myself into a ball and tried to stop myself from shaking.  A few hours and I would be home.  I was going to be ok.  

I squeezed my eyes tightly together, desperately hoping that when I opened them this will all have been a dream. But what happened tonight was all too real and no amount of wishing would undo it all.  I turned and faced the window, wrapping my arms around myself before bursting into tears.

**

It had been over an hour since he left and my stomach was in knots.  Not because I was worried about him, but because I had an all too familiar feeling he’d stood me up again. As much as I wanted to believe he was just stuck waiting in a long line, and there was no way he would just leave me here thinking he was coming back, I knew that my judgment was a bit cloudy when it came to trusting him lately.

I was in a pair of flannel pajama pants and an old t-shirt, but I couldn’t sit and wait any longer.  I threw on some shoes and a jacket and headed out the door.

I got a taxi and started straight for the bar.  If he wasn’t there I would just go home and wait, but a sickening feeling told me I would find him there.   

I paid the driver and started for the doors of the bar.  The bouncer looked me over quizzically, but I shoved my I.D. in his face and he let me in.  

It was packed.  

I weaved through the swarming crowd, looking for Harry.  

I nearly had a whole tray of drinks spilled onto me when the entire room suddenly started cheering and started shifting a space in the middle of the bar.

I was confused and still hadn’t seen any signs of Harry.  I decided I was being paranoid and turned to leave when someone yelled into a microphone.

“A special present for the birthday boy!”

The DJ started clapping and everyone joined in as a chair was brought to the middle of the bar and a guy came out and took a seat on it.

It was Harry’s friend Jack.  There was a lot of whooping and hollering as some scandalously dressed girls broke through the crowd and came out onto the floor.  

They strutted over to him and started dancing on him as his eyes darted, wildly, between each of them.  I turned to leave again when I spotted what I had came looking for.

The redheaded dancer had left Jack and was now clinging onto Harry who was standing in the front of the circle, opposite from me.  He was holding a drink in one hand and laughing as the dancer ran her hands down his chest.  

I watched, fuming, waiting to see if was going to do anything, and to my dismay he did.  

He pulled out some money from his pocket and slipped it into the strap of her bra.

Harry’s eyes flicked over and locked on mine, the smile on his face freezing before falling. I whipped around and made a beeline for the exit, nudging people out of my way.  Before I was out of the bar I was on the phone, booking an overnight flight.  

**

When I finally got home It was pitch black outside, sometime in the early morning.  My eyes were puffy and sore and my head was pounding.  I walked into the house and dropped my bags by the door, wincing as the loud noise echoed through the empty house. I slowly dragged myself up the stairs, not bothering to turn any lights on. I got to the door of the bedroom and couldn’t get myself to go into the room that was no longer ours.  

My heart clenched as I walked down the hall into one of the guest rooms.  I threw myself on the bed and was expecting more tears to come, but they never did.  I reached into my bag and pulled out my phone, turning it on.  I saw that it was about three in the morning, and I also saw about thirty texts and fifty missed calls from Harry.  My lips started trembling as I read over the first couple texts.  I was too exhausted to deal with this right now so I started to power down my phone, but as I went to turn off my phone it started ringing again.  I thought I was out of tears, but I immediately started crying when his face appeared on my screen.  I needed to stop this now and get it over with. I took a few shaky breaths before answering his call.

I had to close my eyes again as his voice came over the line.

“Sweetheart? Baby where are you?  I am so sorry. I don’t know what’s been wrong with me lately, I’m so sorry… just please tell me that you’re ok.”

“You want to know if I’m ok?” I said incredulously, my voice going tight.

It was quiet for a moment as neither of spoke. I was exhausted and didn’t have anything else to say to him.

“Peaches, please just tell me where you are, I’ve been going out of my mind worried about you.  I wouldn’t have answered my calls If I were you either, but please tell me where you are.”

I swallowed and listened as his voice became strained.

“I know I’ve made an absolute wreck of everything and I know you have no reason to trust me when I say that I won’t let it happen again, but I promise It won’t happen again.”

My tears had slowed and I started to feel angry again.  Of course I didn’t believe him, and him calling just reassured this.

I opened my mouth to speak, but I could hear him quietly crying on the other end.

“I…I can’t do this without you.  I’ve been letting everything go to my head and I’ve been taking you for granted.  I know you can do so much better than me but I don’t think I can.  I love you so much.”  His voice cracked as I willed myself not to start crying again.  

“Please, please come back to me, sweetheart.  I need you with me, I can’t do this by myself.  I know I don’t deserve it, but please give me another chance.  Give us another chance.”

“Please talk to me.”  His voice was small and scared, but I had a new surge of certainty.

“We aren’t good for each other Harry.  I don’t fit into your world and you obviously don’t have time to be a part of mine.”

His voice was panicky as it rose. “No. No, that’s not true.  You are my world and the best thing that’s happened to me, I know we can make it work just–”

“Harry stop.” My voice came out as a whisper.  I knew I needed to end this now.

“I love you Harry, so much.  You’re my best friend and you will always be so special and important to me,” I drew in a steady breath, gripping the phone tighter, “but we just weren’t meant to last.

“Don’t say that.  We are, let me prove it to you.  We can make it work, just tell me where you a–”

“Goodbye, Harry.”

“Baby–”

I hung up the phone and took a shuddering breath.  I laid there in the dark silence, staring up at the ceiling.  I hope that I got through to him, because if he called again I wouldn’t have enough strength to fight him.  Maybe if I had let him convince me to stay before I walked out we could have actually fixed it this time.  But there was no going back to change that.

**

I threw open the door to the hotel room and ran over to the closet, grabbing my bag and stuffing with my things as fast as I could.  Tears were running down my face, blurring my vision so I wasn’t sure what I was packing.  How could he do this to me? Look me in the eyes and tell me he was sorry before going right back to what he always does.  What I really that displeasing it was so tedious to spend time with me?

I grabbed my things off the bathroom counter before zipping up my bag and heading for the door.  There was no need to leave a note, because he probably wouldn’t even notice I was gone.  

I grabbed my keys and opened the door, nearly dropping my bag when I about collided with Harry.  He had a takeout bag in his hands and his eyes immediately went to my suitcase.

“Sweetheart I am so–”

“Save it Harry.”.

His face dropped as he moved closer to me. “You’ve been crying?” He raised his hand and I swatted it away before he could touch me.  

I clenched my teeth. “Like you care. Get out of my way Harry.”

I raised my eyes so they locked on his.  He looked so innocent I almost started laughing, but instead I spoke calmly.

“I’ve had enough, Harry, and I’m leaving.”

He huffed, moving past me into the room and set the food down on the end of the bed, shrugging off his coat.

“Look I’m sorry about what you saw, but I have the food and I’m here. I didn’t know it would get so out of hand at the bar.”

“You shouldn’t have been there in the first place!” I yelled. I adjusted the bag on my shoulder, moving towards the door again.

“Stop.  Please just let me explain.”

I turned on my heels and glared at him.

“You really think I wouldn’t find out? Honestly Harry, how naive do you think I am?”

His face twisted as he crossed his arms.” “Find out what! Nothing happened at the bar, it’s not like I’m seeing her or anything!”

“Well maybe you should be!  In fact I’m genuinely shocked you’re here right now.  I thought you would have stayed and spent the night with that slut!”

His eyes widened as he pursed his lips.  I had never seen him this mad before.

“Ok, first of all you have no idea what you’re talking about!”

“Don’t I?”

“No, you don’t!”

I threw my arms, causing my bag to fall to the floor.

“Then please, enlighten me!”

He dropped his face in his hands and his voice was muffled as he spoke.  “It wasn’t what it looked like.”

I rolled my eyes and was about to retort, but I decided to let him finish.

He looked genuinely penitent and apologetic when he lifted his head.

“I honestly had no intention of going into the bar but I had to walk right past it to get to the restaurant. I last minute decided to say a quick happy birthday to Jack, and then leave immediately after.”

He tilted his head back and shook his hand through his hair.

“What you saw with me and…it wasn’t…she came up to me and I had a bit too much to drink and…”

I shook my head, retrieving my bag off the floor.

“You know what, I’m going to stop you there.”  There was no reason to keep this going on any longer.  I had made my decision.

I stared at him exhaustingly, placing my hand on the door handle.  

“I love you, Harry, so much.  But I am tired of feeling hurt and unwanted, and being dropped when anything else comes along.  I think it’s time for me to leave.”

His shoulders slumped, eyes widening as he tried to digest what I was saying.

“What do you mean leave? Where are you going?”

I shrugged, despondently.

I could see panic in his eyes as he stepped closer to me.  “I promise nothing happened tonight.  I just paid her for the drink and left.   I would never cheat on you, not in a million years. You know that don’t you?”

Despite all the things he’s done I did know he would never be unfaithful.

“I believe you Harry.  But I’m tired.  Me coming with you hasn’t been good for us. I just don’t–.”

The door was thrown in and someone came stumbling into the room.  The red-head from the bar tripped into the room giggling, obviously wasted.  

She immediately slung her arms around Harry’s waist, oblivious that I was even there.  “You forgot to tell me your room number when you handed me the key.”  she hiccuped.

Harry furrowed his brows, pulling her off of him.  “Get off of me.  I didn’t give you–baby, wait!”

I grabbed my bag and stormed out of the room before I had to see anymore.  The lobby was completely vacant as I rushed towards the elevator.  I hadn’t quite pushed the button when he caught up with me.  He grabbed my arm and I jerked it away from him.

“Don’t touch me! You don’t get to touch me.”

He lifted his hands and stepped back. “Ok.”

My bag slipped from my fingers and hit the ground as a cry bubbled past my lips.

I looked up and saw Harry looking as helpless as I felt.

“I’m going, Harry.”

He nodded his head, speaking firmly “Ok, well then I’m going with you.”

He moved to pick my bag up off the floor and I placed my hand on his chest, stopping him.

“No. No, Harry you’re not.”  

His face fell. “You don’t want me to come with you,” he breathed. He said it as a statement and not as a question.

“Baby I swear I didn’t give her a key.  She must have nicked it from my pocket when I wasn’t looking. I swear I did not invite her up to the room.”

“Whatever, Harry. It’s time for me to leave.”

His face crumbled. “Please, love, I swear nothing happened, I don’t know how to prove it to you.” His eyes filled with tears as pleaded.  

I kept my eyes on anything but him as I spoke.  “I have a plane to catch in less than an hour.”  I darted my eyes over to him.  “I hope you find someone who makes you happy Harry, but this, us, just isn’t working anymore.”

He moved, closing the space between us in the dimly lit lobby and grabbing both of my hands in his.  

“No, don’t say that. We can fix this, .”  His voice was frantic and tear laced.  “Don’t say it’s over, baby, please.  I know I’ve been an absolute screw up lately, but I need you.  I know I don’t deserve you or another chance but I love you so much. I want you. ”

I quickly wiped my face, catching a tear.  “I’m just tired of getting hurt Harry. We’re poison to each other now and I want you to be happy too–”

“You make me happy.”  He stressed, trying desperately to catch my gaze as I kept my eyes down.  

“Stay and we can make this work.  Just please don’t go.  Please don’t go, baby.”  

“Harry.” I breathed.  “I’ve been giving everything I have to make this work, but I can’t do it alone.  That’s not how a relationship works.”

He squeezed my hands, shaking his head.  “I know and I am so so sorry.  I will do anything to make this work, I’ll drop everything just…tell me what you want me to do.”

He dropped my hands and instead wrapped his arms around my shoulders, burying his face in my neck, clutching me to him.  His breath was hot on my neck as he clung to me, sobs wracking through his chest.

“Please don’t go. Please. Please.  Please don’t leave me.”  He blubbered into my neck as I gripped his forearms.  Tears were now streaming down my face as I fought to stay in control.  The warmth of his body pressed up against mine was something I knew I was always going to crave. I took a deep breath, pulling myself away.  

I gently pushed him back, my heart breaking as I looked up.  His eyes were wild, face flushed and he looked scared and desperate.

“Please, it’s late.  Just stay and we can figure this out tomorrow.  We can fix this.”

I sniffled, shaking my head.  “I’m sorry, Harry.”

I stood on my toes and kissed his wet cheek, tasting the salt on my lips.  I let them linger there for a moment before tearing myself away and grabbing my bag, not looking back as I left.

**

                                              3 Months Later

“Alright mate, I think you’ve had enough.”

Harry threw back another drink, wiping his mouth, completely ignoring Niall who had been telling him it was time to go for ten minutes now.  

Harry closed his eyes pinching the bridge of his nose.  “Why don’t you just leave me alone? I never asked you to be my babysitter.” he slurred.

Niall scoffed, taking a pull from his own drink.  “Trust me, this isn’t exactly what I had planned for tonight, but you can’t be left alone these days.  We’re all afraid you’ll be so drunk one night you’re going to stumble out into the road and get hit by a car or something.”

Niall sighed, looking over at Harry who had bags under his eyes, his face unshaven and paler than usual.

“We’re worried about you mate.  What can we do?”

Harry motioned at the bartender who brought him another drink.  He lifted it up to his lips, “You could stop looking at me like I’m broken for a start.  Then leave me the hell alone.”

He drained his glass and slammed on the counter, motioning again for the bartender.

“No. I’m not going to leave you alone, Harry, and you’re finished.”

The bartender stopped halfway, confused, but then turned around and taking the drink with him.  

Harry’s jaw went slack as he turned irritatedly to Niall.

“What are you doing?”

Niall stood up, grabbing his jacket off the back of the chair.

“I’m cutting you off, Harry.  I’m not going to sit here and watch you get piss drunk and then go and do something stupid.  I know you miss her Harry, but this is no way to–”

Harry shot out of his seat, lunging toward Niall so their noses were almost touching.

“You do not get to talk to me about her.” He seethed.  “You have no idea how I’m feeling and you don’t get to tell me how to deal with it.”

Niall stood still, at a loss for words.  The people who were sitting near them were turned in their direction as Harry glowered at Niall, breathing heavily. “

“Alright. Alright I’m sorry.  Why don’t we just get out of here.”

Niall reached for Harry’s arm but he jerked away.”

Harry licked his lips running his hand through his hair.

“No. I need to uh…use the restroom.”

Harry stalked off towards the bathroom leaving Niall not knowing if he should follow him or give him time to breathe.  He picked the latter.

Harry walked into the bathroom, locking the door behind him and pulling out his phone.  He had been as strong as he could up until now.  Giving you your space, trying not to make things worse than they already were.  But as much as he wanted to convince himself otherwise, what he told Niall wasn’t true.   Day by day more pieces of him were being broken off and carried away. He just hoped they were making their way to you .  He had his thumb over the call button and he knew what he was about to do was completely idiotic, especially in the state that he was in.  

“Screw it.”  He pressed down on the green call button, holding his breath while it rang.  As desperate as he was to hear your voice he wasn’t sure what he was going to say if you picked up.  You didn’t answer the first time, or the second.  

Harry ripped his phone from his ear after calling for the tenth time.  He leaned heavily on the sink looking up at himself in the mirror.  Memories flashed through his mind of the months you were together before you left.  All the times he had left you and blown you off.  How could he not have seen how thoughtless and selfish he was being. How much he was hurting you.  He couldn’t even look at himself without being disgusted.  He let the best thing in his life slip right through his fingers.  You were gone, but he couldn’t let himself move on.  

Harry pushed off of the sink, whipping angrily around and tugging his hand through his hair.

There was nothing he could do to fix how he was feeling, and he was losing control.  

In a flash on uncontrollable anger he turned back around, smashing his fist into the bathroom mirror, causing it to shatter.   

He suddenly got light headed, a probable combination of the alcohol streaming through his veins and the blood now running down his arm.  He staggered back, his back colliding with the tile wall before he slumped to the ground, everything going black.  

__

I was at the cafe when it happened.  I had gotten back to work a month ago and was finally starting to feel semi normal.  Like things were going to be ok, and that I could move on.  Until tonight.  I was in the back taking a break when my phone started ringing.  I  held it in my hand, staring at the screen, unable to do anything but look at it.   After he called me the night I left he never called again.  Not until now.  I set it on the table, my palm resting in my hand as I watched it ring and ring.  It finally stopped and I let out the breath that I was holding.  I dropped my face in my hands and willed the ache in my chest to go away.  This was supposed to get easier, but the pain was fresh and new everyday.  Getting my job back helped to distract me, but he slipped into my several times throughout the day.

I wondered if he was eating well, was he getting enough sleep?

If he had started seeing someone or if he was hurting as much as me?

But then I would tear myself from those thoughts and remind myself why I left.  But that only worked for so long.  

Five minutes later and my phone started buzzing again.  I knew I shouldn’t but what if he was in trouble.  Before I could rationalize I picked up the phone and pressed it to my ear.  

“Hello?”

“Hey. Where are you right now?”

The voice that came from the other end was not the one I was expecting.  I pulled back my phone to check that it was Harry that I answered.  

“I don’t…Niall is this you?

His voice was rushed and frantic. “Yes, yes it’s me.  Where are you right now?”

“I’m at work. What’s wrong? Why do you have Harry’s phone?”

“Is there anyway you could get down to the pub on 9th?”

My heart fluttered. “You guys are back in L.A.?

“Yes and Harry’s lost it.  I know it’s a lot to ask but he’s inconsolable and he passed out and there was blood everywhere.  Is there anyway you could get down here?”

I couldn’t grasp any on the jumbled questions I now had bouncing around in my brain, but there was no time.  I jumped up, grabbing my purse and jacket.

“I’m on my way.”

**

“Wait here.”  I handed the taxi driver a few bills before running inside.   

I didn’t immediately see him, but when I turned around I saw Niall standing next to a paramedic.  I walked closer could see Harry slouched down in the booth.  The paramedic was wrapping his hand and he looked like he was fighting to stay awake.  I approached closer, standing behind Niall.  Harry’s eyes flickered open and his lips slightly parted.  

His eyes were hooded and the side of his mouth quirked up into a small smile, lips barely moving as he spoke. “Am I dreaming?”

Niall followed his gaze and turned his head to see me standing behind him.

“Thank goodness you’re here.  He had been drinking and I had my eyes off him for a minute while he went into the bathroom.  Can’t even leave him alone to take piss I guess cause I go into the bathroom and there was blood everywhere-”

Niall rambled on and I nodded my head, only catching some of what he was saying.  

When you’re with someone for so long you think you have the little things memorized.  Like the curve of their jawbone, the lines around their mouth and the shape of their lips.  The crinkles by their eyes and the pucker between their brows. But nothing you conjure up in your mind is the same as the real thing.  

He had stubble along his chin and upper lip.  His eyes were a bit bloodshot and his face was slightly drained of color, but he was as beautiful as always.  His face was still stuck in a dream like gaze as he looked me over.  We kept our eyes locked, afraid that if we looked away that we would disappear.  The three months apart seemed like a lifetime ago, and for a moment it felt like nothing had happened between us.  I wanted to run into his arms and never leave them again.  The paramedic left after wrapping up his hand leaving us three alone in the corner booth.  

Niall yawned. “Well I’m absolutely wrecked.  I better get him home so we can all get some sleep.”

“I can take him.”  The words left me before I realized I was saying them.  “I mean, I already have a cab waiting.  I can drop him off on my way home.”

Niall glanced at Harry before looking back at me.  “Are you sure that’s ok?  I know it’s alot to ask, but I’m not his biggest fan right now.  There’s no one else here with us in L.A. and I’d figured you’d be here so that’s why I called.”

I nodded. “Ya, it’s fine.  I’ll just get him home and into bed.”

“Alright.  If you need any help just call me.”

Between the two of us we got him out to the cab.  We were practically carrying him the whole time since he was tripping over his feet.

We got him in and then I slid in beside him, Niall closing the door behind us.

He head lolled onto my shoulder as the driver took off.

“You smell good.”  He nuzzled his face further into my hair, “S’not the same perfume…you used to ‘ave.”

I cleared my throat, clasping my hands in my lap.  “Ya. It’s new.”

The perfume I used to wear was Harry’s favorite.  He’s the one that bought it for me and I couldn’t get myself to wear it after I left.  

I felt slightly uncomfortable for the rest of the way home as Harry snoozed on my shoulder.  

I had forgotten to ask Niall where I was taking him told the driver just to take us back to the house.  I knew it wasn’t a good idea but I didn’t have any other options.  

When we got home it was a feat getting him into the house and up the stairs but I somehow managed.  I took him into the bedroom we used to share and got him on the bed before running to get him a glass of water.  I handed it to him and he groaned.

“Harry you really need to drink it.  You’re going to feel awful in the morning if you don’t.”

He frowned, but sat up from where he was resting against the pillows and took the glass from me.  He finished the entire thing before setting the empty cup down on the nightstand.  I sat down on the edge of the bed.  My knee brushing against his was enough to start my heart slamming in my chest.  

“I’ll be in the other room if you need anything.”  I needed to leave but I couldn’t get myself to move.  He was so close to me that I could feel the heat radiating off his body.  He smelled like booze, and mint, and musk, and Harry, and it was enough to paralyze me.

He started leaning in closer to me and when I realized what he was doing I turned my head, his lips landing lightly on my cheek.  He pressed his nose into my cheek before pulling away. I turned back to look at him.  His hair had fallen into his face and he ran his tongue across his lips, wetting them.  

“Please?” His voice was hoarse and he was vulnerable and I knew I needed to leave before I lost my self control.

I lifted my hand slowly cupping his face, before  running my thumb under his puffy eyes and then across his lips.

My voice wavered as I spoke quietly.  

“Harry. It’s not a good idea.”

He sighed nodding his head.

“I’m gonna go.  Goodnight, Harry.”

I pressed my feet into the floor, getting ready to stand up when his hand wrapped around my wrist.

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s ok, you’re just tired and–”

“I don’t just mean about right now. I’m sorry.”  He sniffled and looked up at me, his bright eyes brimming with tears.  “I’m sorry it had to end this way and I’m sorry I let it.”

His grip relaxed on my wrist as his lips trembled and he started quietly sobbing.

“Hey, shh.  You’re ok.”

I scooted up further against the bed so my back was against the headrest.  He curled up dropping his head into my lap.  My hand immediately went to his hair, carding my fingers through the soft strands.  

We stayed like that until he cried himself to sleep, my fingers still moving through his hair.  I was about to fall asleep myself but I knew I couldn’t stay in here with him.  I carefully removed myself from under him and tucked the blankets around him, before leaving for the other room.

Sleep never came so I figured I’d get a head start on packing.  Last week I put a payment down on an apartment and everything was ready for me to move in.  I had almost everything packed and out to the car before 8 a.m.  I wasn’t exactly as quiet as I wanted to be about it so it was a good thing Harry was a deep sleeper.  I had my last box under my arm and was looking around the living room, when I heard footsteps coming down the stairs.

Harry turned the corner, his hair was sticking up wildly and the clothes he fell asleep in last night were all wrinkled.   I suddenly had a sickening feeling of deja vu.

He stopped when he saw me and cleared his throat.

“Hi. I…uh, went into the other bedroom and you weren’t there.”  He scratched the back of his head with his hand that wasn’t bandaged.  “Are you getting rid of some stuff.”

I looked down at the box in my hands.

“No. I, um…I’m actually moving, today.  I’m just getting the last of my stuff in the car.

Harry’s face started to fall but he quickly caught it.  “You’re moving? I mean, you could stay here if you wanted.

“No, no it’s your house.  Besides it feels weird staying here by myself.”

He nodded, rocking back on his heels.   The air was uncomfortably thick as we stood staring at each other.  

“Thanks again, for last night.  I’m sorry if ruined your night like I did everyone else’s.”

“You didn’t ruin my night, Harry.”  I could feel my face flush as I looked back down at my hands.

“Well, I guess I won’t keep you.”

My throat was dry as I tried to swallow.  “Ya.  I guess I better get going.”

I focused on the box in my hands, waiting for something to stop me from leaving.

I heard the floor creak and looked up to see Harry walking towards me.  He took the box from my hands and set in on the ground.  Before I had time to ask what he was doing he slipped his arms under mine, bracing me to him.  Instead of pulling away I wrapped my arms around his neck, breathing a sigh of relief.   For the first time in months I finally felt home.  

I knew I wasn’t ever going to find anything better than what I had right here with Harry.  Maybe our rough patch was over, and maybe we still had some fighting to do, but I was not going to live with the regret of not pushing through it.  

I pulled away slightly, keeping my arms locked around his neck.  

I looked up at him, pressing my lips together.  In his eyes I could see the hope I had been desperately searching for.  

“Harry?”

“Hmm?”

“Would you mind helping me bring my stuff in from the car?”

He pursed his lips and I had to stop myself from leaning in and kissing it away.  

“I thought you were meant to be moving?”

“I am. I was, but…I’m not ready for this to end either.”

A smile slowly crept on his face, his eyes widening. “You mean, you’re staying?”

My face lit up, matching his as I nodded.  “I love you so much, Harry. I know we can make this work.”

He beamed, pulling me back into him, our lips colliding.  

All I could think is how had I gone a day without this.  His hands spanned up and down my body as we devoured each other, making up for lost time.  Our kissed were sloppy as uncoordinated, our teeth clanking together as we laughed.  

Harry pulled away, tucking my hair behind my ear. “Thanks for not giving up on me. I love you so much, and I intend to prove that to you that every second of every day.”

I smiled, pecking his bottom lip. “Can’t wait.  Although we should probably start now since we have three months to make up for.”

He smirked, his hands moving lower down my back.  “You read my mind.”

He kissed me again, lifting me up so my legs were wrapped around waist, and carried towards the stairs.

I pulled my lips away from his and he pouted, “Although you should probably shower first. You still smell like the pub.”

He wrinkled his nose “Is it that bad?”

I shrugged, “I could always join you.”

He set me down and bolted up the stairs, “Race you to the bathroom!”

I rolled my eyes, laughing as I hurried up after him.

This one took me FOREVER  to write, but I really hope you like it!

New Beginnings {35}

Jared x Reader

Warnings: Swearing?

Words: 2,386

Previous Parts: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21,  22, 23, 24, 25,26, 27, 28, 29, 30, 31, 32, 33, 34

Didn’t get the chance to proof read guys. It’s late and I’m exhausted.

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So this is the story about how this stupid goofy picture came about gracing the face of the internet.

Hours earlier…

LOOKING FOR A WIFE

ABOUT “YAY” TALL

BROWN EYES w/ THE CUTEST SMILE

SEXY AS FUCK

LOVES TO TEASE ME

PREFERABLY ONE WITH THE NAME: Kerry Marisa Goldwyn

This fake advertisement flyer was posted on every single wall on set. Kerry had already found about fifteen of them just in the parking lot.

“Where is the idiot?”

She found Katie wondering on set in a cosplay blue onesie with a tie dye tutu on top and bees slippers. Dark circles under her eyes, hair up in a messy bun with a rainbow colored bunny ear headband taming her curls, she looked every bit the cinnamon roll of sunshine that she is, eating a bowl of spinach cheddar hummus and saltine crackers.

“They’re all idiots here.” The brunette said munching on crackers. “You gotta be more specific.”

Kerry held up all fifteen flyers, showing the brunette the advertisement. “This particular idiot. The one that’s mine.” She replied.

“Oh, that one.” Katie smiled, barely withholding the laugh that was threatening to burst out of her.

“Oh God. What is he up to now?” Kerry asked.

“I don’t know.” Katie replied. “But last I saw him, he was somewhere around here charming everyone with churros.”

“Of course.” Kerry said.

He bribes everyone with treats. That’s why his hair stays looking flawless in every single episode. They love him here. Especially the hair and makeup crew.

  …

Tony always knew the exact moment his wife walked in a room. If not by her unique, intoxicating that shot straight to his dick, then by the rising hair on his skin and the immediate erratic beating of his heart was a close second.

He sat in his chair unmoved with his script in hand, going over his lines for the millionth time.

“You, Anthony Goldwyn!” He heard her shout.

He’d been spotted. A wide grin crossed his cheek and he turned around to see her strutting towards him in high heel boots with flyers in hand.

In a flash, she was standing in front of him, hands on her hips looking cute as ever!

“Yes?” He batted his lashes, blue eyes twinkling with humor. “What can I do for you Goldwyn?”

“What the fuck is this?” She asked, waving the flyers in front of him.

“It’s a paper.” He answered, matter-of-factly.

“No shit!” She exclaimed sarcastically. “The hell do you want?”

“I saved you churros.” He said, wiggling his eyebrows. “And I’ve been dared by none other than Josh Malina to challenge you to a game of twister.”

“You’re old. Why would you wanna challenge me to a game of twister?” She blurted.

Kerry swore he did the best wounded expression.

Hands on his chest, he feigned distress. “Words do hurt, you know? And karma just so happens to be one big, hairy bitch. 3 o'clock, in the break room, I am proving to you what these old bones are capable of.”

Shaking her head at him, Kerry leaned down and placed a kiss on his lips. “I swear to God, sometimes you’re twelve.”

Word traveled around set quickly. Plus he made new flyers.

3 o'clock

IN THE BREAK ROOM

TWO OPPONENTS

ONE GOES BY THE NAME OF KERRY GOLDWYN (Yeah. She’s my wife. Took my last name too.)

AND TONY GOLDWYN (That’s me. The husband.)

WILL BE FACING E/O IN A VERY INTENSE GAME OF TWISTER.

ALL MEMBERS ARE WELCOMED.

BRING AN EMPTY STOMACH. THERE WILL BE PIZZA!

“My money’s on Tony.” Guillermo said.

He was wearing a ridiculous pair of nerdy glasses, 90s suspenders, buttoned down shirt with a red cape wrapped around his neck, mismatched shoes and socks with drills on them. Apparently, he and Katie also had a little bit of a competition going on too.

Who can be the tackiest? Tacky Tuesday on set was their thing. Whatever.

It was really hard to take him seriously dressed like that.

“How?!” Darby cried incredulously. “Clearly you haven’t seen how flexible Kerry is. It’s not even funny.”

“Yeah, I’m going with Kerry too.” Katie agreed. “It’s kinda hard to twist around when you’re basically an Amazon.”

“Never judge book a book by its cover.” Guillermo said around a piece of churro. “Fifty dollars says Tony takes it.”

Darby always the meticulous type smiled. “That is a bet I’m willing to take.” The redhead said.

“Okay. Shake on it.” Guillermo extended his hand in offering.

“And the on top of the fifty, if Kerry wins, you’re getting my coffee order for two weeks?” In agreement, Guillermo nodded and the redhead shook his hand.

Three o'clock sharp the word “cut” was yelled by the director, and everyone started filling to the break room. 

The smell of cheese and peperoni pizza welcomed them and they more than obliged in indulging themselves, toasting to Tony for his heart of gold as heaven meet their tongues.

Tony showed up much later with Josh in tow carrying a box that said “TWISTER” on it. He was Twister ready in black Nike shorts and a black t-shirt and sneakers. Everyone started clapping for him and he bowed kindly.

“I have fifty dollars on you Goldwyn. Don’t let me down.” Guillermo said.

Tony gave him a boyish grin. “Don’t worry. I’ll win.”

Through it all, Kerry sat on a stool at the snack bar enjoying a healthy jar of breakfast parfait even though it was way past noon. And when he finally came over to her, she couldn’t help but smile.

“Just so you know, I don’t plan on going easy on you.” He whispered in her ears.

Tilting her head back, she replied, “I don’t expect you to.” Then, “Kiss me.”

She looked too cute. Tony couldn’t do anything other than oblige. He covered her lips with his and rained soft pecks around the curve of her lips innocently and tentatively.

“You guys are nauseating.” Josh’s voice broke them out of their spell and Kerry groaned against his lips, making him smile.

“Go away, Josh.”

“Sorry. No can do. People are here to witness a very intense game of twister. Not to watch the two of you be disgusting.” Josh said. “Come one. Chop chop.”

Groaning, Kerry turned around on the stool to face a room filled with her co-worker.

They’d moved the chairs and tables to the side in order to create space in the middle of the room for the mat to fit. Some were sitting and eating, others were standing and eating but all ready the same.

“Alright, let’s get this over with.” Kerry said.

She hopped off the stool, pulled up the sleeves of her shirt and got rid off her boots.

“Alright kiddos,” Josh smiled, “Rules are pretty simple: There can never be more than a hand or foot in one circle. Do NOT remove your hand and/or foot from a circle unless I instruct you to do so. And whatever you do, do NOT FALL on your derrières. Capish?”

“What does the winner get?” Kerry asked.

Josh shrugged. “Bragging right?“ He started to reply then shook his head. “I don’t know. I don’t care. You guys work it out.”

Stepping on the plastic mat, they both stood at both ends, facing each other.

“Ready… Set… Spin!”

“Right hand red.” Josh called.

In a squatting position like she’s supposed to be, Kerry easily found a red circle and placed her right hand on it.

“Your butt’s not supposed to be on the floor.” Kerry said. “That’s cheating.”

“I didn’t know!” Tony protested. “I swear I didn’t know.”

Despite having the rules just been read to him seconds ago. Lies.

Kerry looked up at Joshua to see if he would call it out but the dumber idiot simply shrugged.

“The man said he didn’t know.” Then he span the wheel again. “Your left foot on blue, please.”

With a smirk in both their faces, Kerry and Tony did what they were told with watchful eyes on them.

“Kindly put your left hand on a yellow circle, por favor.”

Looking around him, Tony raised his eyebrows. “So it begins.”

Everyone laughed.

“Right foot green.”

They both made a leap for the closest green circle but Tony beat her to it. Now Kerry had to lean over him in some weird position that wasn’t the least bit comfortable.

Her hair was falling all over her face and he chose then to wiggle his body, it almost made her fall.

“Asshole!” Kerry cried.

“Bite me Princess.”

Laughter boomed in the room. Everyone throwing their heads back, laughing at their expense.

“Right hand green… Right foot red… Left arm in the air.”

So now they were in some weird form of a plank. Paralleled to each other, with her unoccupied hand, Kerry leaned over and flicked Tony’s ear, hoping to thrown him off balance.

What did Tony do in return? He grabbed her boob with his free hand.

The entire break room exploded in a rumble of hilarity.

Shaking her head, Kerry rolled her eyes. “Pig.”

He had the audacity to wink at her. “I love it when you talk dirty to me.”

This time, Kerry shoved him and he lost his equilibrium, falling on his back.

“Game over!” Kerry shouted victoriously.

“What?! You just pushed me.” Tony cried.

“Tough shit. But you fell.”

“Because you pushed me.” Tony protested exasperatedly. “Call it ref!”

Everyone’s eyes were directed at Joshua, waiting for his verdict.

“I’m calling it foul play. The game continues.”

“Tony, Tony, Tony, Tony…!” They all started to chant.

Kerry rolled her eyes in irritation. Of course they’d chant for him. They’re all fucking traitors in her book.

“You suck, Josh!”

Shameless was his middle name. “Tell me something I don’t already know.” He said before spinning the wheel again.

Three rounds later…

She was on all four. Face down, ass up all on his face. It was the greatest view in the world and all Tony wanted to do was palm two handful of her round ass and really squeeze her cheeks.

“Ker,” He whined her name.

“Yes?”

“How are you holding up, sweetheart?”

“Fine.” She replied.

“Okay. Good.”

What would a smart man in his position do? If all that delicious booty was just right there… Bam! And there’s no way to palm it without losing a fucking game of twister?

A smart man would use other assets. And Tony Goldwyn prided himself as a smart man. So head first, he dove in and sunk his teeth into the soft flesh of her round shaped ass.

“Hey!” Kerry yelped.

“You can’t move out of the circle.” Tony reminded her.

Oh she was pissed. Pissed off and probably beyond turned on and wet. Tony was loving every second.

“I’m gonna enjoy ripping you to shreds!” Kerry cried.

Tony didn’t doubt it. She’s competitive and committed so there’s no way she was risking losing a simple game of twister. But he knew she would get him back and he won’t ever see it coming.

He scoot forward with a mischievous smile and whispered to her in a hushed tone for her ears only, “The second I get you naked tonight, I’m putting you in that same position we are right now, except this time, I’ll be pounding you into oblivion. You’re gonna hate how much you love it.”

Mouth agape, Kerry’s arms nearly gave up underneath her. Her arms shook with cramps and she tactically pushed her fingers up in a claw, ultimately saving herself from defeat.

“You’re not playing fair.” She shook her head. “He’s not playing fair guys!”

But oh, they stopped playing fair a long time ago!

Everyone laughed. And they all wondered what The Admiral said to her that suddenly has Kerry turning all flustered in the face and crying unfairness.

“Left foot green!” Josh called.

The next available green was all the way at the end of the mat on the left corner. And Tony was not giving up yet. Not today.

Right hand still on the blue, he cartwheeled over her and she slid under him. Now they were more tangled than ever. He was looking down at her and she was looking up into his eyes in a backbend kick over position.

“Now that is what you call a nice view.” Someone said.

The room then erupted in loud, hysterical laughter followed by a few catcalls.

Kerry wasn’t mad. She’s sure if she wasn’t a participant in this fuckery, she’d be enjoying the view too. He’s got some nice buns - she can proudly admit to that.

“Enjoying yourself down there?” He asked.

“Very.” Kerry smiled. “Too much even.”

“Is that so?”

“Yeah.” She managed to nod.

How the fuck?

Tony didn’t understand how his wife could be so relaxed. He was literally struggling to keep from losing his balance and yet, she looked fine, not even a tiny bit off balance.

“I’m thinking that I could actually take you all the way down my throat in this position and suck you dry.”

Blue eyes widened with shock and Tony nearly fell on Kerry’s face. The image she just painted for him was so vivid and deeply embedded in his brain. It took everything Tony had not to tip over.

Kerry smiled. She didn’t feel sorry for him one bit! He wasn’t playing fair, neither was she.

“Oops! It that it for you Tony?” Someone asked.

“Not by a long fucking shot! I’m wining this game.” He shouted with conviction.

The crowd went rowdy, chanting for him and giving him the strength he needed to continue to hold this stupid fucking position for the next fifteen seconds.

“You’d let me fuck that pretty mouth just like this? Swallow every single drop?” He mouthed.

“Maybe.”

He shook his head. Why did he agree to this fucking game again? His legs were cramping now.

“I need a definitive answer, baby. Yes or no.”

“Beat me in this game and we can further discuss how soon that can happen.” She replied.

Oh shit!

She wasn’t joking. Not one bit.

“Promise?” Tony asked with raised eyebrows.

Nodding again, Kerry smiled. “Yes.”

Next thing she hears; “Joshua, spin the fucking wheel! She just promised me the blowjob of my life! Spin motherfucker! Spin!”

That did it. The whole room was chaos. People were dying, screaming from the top of their lungs and holding their stomach in laughter. He’d done it. No amount of palates or yoga was gonna keep Kerry in that position after that comment

Her limbs gave up on her and she fell on the mat on her back. She can’t believe he’d said that. Hands over her face in utter embarrassment, she turned face down on the mat and buried her face on the plastic, weeping with laughter.

She’s never gonna live this down.

Spin motherfucker! Spin! This was gold. People have this on camera. How the fuck was she ever gonna get past this? She had to work with Josh after this. For seasons to come and she’s absolutely certain that he’s never gonna let her forget this moment.

She hates life.

She hates this stupid fucking game.

Never again.

And Tony’s an idiot.

She hates everything!

Hours later, when shooting was wrapped and she had the time to mope around about losing, Kerry got on twitter and noticed that her husband had mentioned her in a tweet in her notifications.

Attached to a picture that they took after her losing was the caption: Today was a fun affair on set. I beat @/kerrywashington at a game of twister. She has to say I’m amazing every time she speaks of me for an entire week!

Before she even realized it, she was replying back to him.

Oh, you mean the game you cheated your way through winning? #Boybye!

anonymous asked:

Hey can I request a Jungkook scenario abt you being a coordi noona at BigHit and being in a relationship with him, but he avoids introducing you to his friends and members and keeps you a secret because he's embarassed about you being a foreigner? (this has happensed to me before, yes) So you break up and some other member asks you out (since no one knew abt your previous relationship) and idk fluffy ending or not doesn't matter. THANKS!!!

I wanted to make this all cute at the end so I tried… this was awful I’m sorry ㅠㅠ I hope you like anyway ♥

“Ah… no one else is here…” a low voice sounded behind you and before you could turn around do see who it was (although you already knew), a pair of strong arms were around your waist and a chin of your shoulder.
“There will be soon though…” you muttered as he leaned up and kissed your cheek, moving down your jaw and placing small kisses on your neck. “Stop…” you whispered, feeling somewhat upset. He never treated you as nice as this around others. He never treated you like this unless you were alone. Because of your nationality. The more you dwelled on it the more it angered you. You pushed away from him and spun around to face him as he tightened his grip.
“Why are you being like this?” He asked quietly, holding your body close to his. You sighed in frustration.
“Because people will be here soon. And you don’t want that do you?” You asked coldly, trying to push away from him. His grip was strong, and he refused to let you go. Tears suddenly sprung to your eyes, taking both him and you back. He held you close, one hand reaching up and holding the back of your head as you tried to stop the tears falling. “Why don’t you just tell people we’re dating?!” You yelled into his chest, body shaking.
“Because… you’re not Korean!” He said as he had so many times.
“SO WHAT?!” You screamed, the hot tears falling fast. “SO FUCKING WHAT, JUNGKOOK?” He said nothing more, sighing and grabbing your cheeks. His thumbs wiped your tears as he leaned in and kissed you softly. However it didn’t feel right. You had loved him so much, but his treatment of you was driving you insane. The door suddenly opened and Yoongi and Hoseok walked in, making Jungkook immediately pull away from you before they saw anything.
“Thank you for your help! See you later noona~” Jungkook cooed, walking out. Yoongi and Hoseok watched him exit and turned to you.
“Um… are you okay?” Hoseok asked, sounding concerned as you began to cry. You didn’t even care anymore. You had hit your breaking point.
“I’d rather just be left alone for a little.” You sobbed. They nodded, walking out as you buried your face in your hands and cried.

“Noona, will you sort this out for me?” Jungkook’s voice sounded from behind you as it had earlier, making you freeze. You sighed in anger, turning around.
“I’m busy with Yoongi.” You mumbled as Yoongi walked past, grabbing his arm and pulling him over. “Go see her.” You pointed to another coordi-noona who was sat on her phone, turning back to Yoongi.
“I’m happy you grabbed me, Y/N.” He said. You gasped as he said your real name, noticing Jungkook freeze.
“Any particular reason?” You asked, forcing a small smile.
“Such a pretty girl shouldn’t be so upset. Did some bastard hurt you? I’d never treat you badly,” he said in a flirty tone, smirking at you. You saw Jungkook turn round and start towards you both as Yoongi leaned against the wall next to you. Jungkook’ s face grew red and he stormed over to you both, grabbing your waist and kissing you roughly. You sighed, kissing him back. Because no matter how he acted, you loved him. You pulled away to find tears starting in your eyes again, but Jungkook wiped them before they fell. He sighed, smiling down at you. He grabbed a chair next to you and stood on it, looking down at Yoongi’s shocked expression before looking at everyone else. The rest of the BTS members, a few other coordi-noonas and a couple of other staff members were all in the room, and Jungkook was prepared to stop hurting you like this. Because he loved you.
“Everyone!” He yelled, everyone falling silent and looking up at him on the chair. He exhaled slowly, pulling you up on the small chair in front of him. “I am dating this girl!” He shouted, some of the members beginning to cheer. “I am in love with her! I ask for your support! She may not be Korean, but she is still beautiful and amazing!” You started to blush as the members and staff all cheered and clapped in unison. This was very unlike Jungkook. He was never very good with showing affection. He got down from the chair, taking your hand and helping you down before placing another gentle kiss on your lips.
“You should have said something earlier! I’m sorry for flirting with your girl though…” Yoongi said sincerely. Jungkook sighed again.
“It’s okay, hyung. I made her cry. I am awful. I was too ashamed to tell people we were dating because she’s a different race and-”
“You idiot.” Yoongi cut him off with a slight laugh. “This is not like you at all. You never cared about that before.” He added. He walked away as you turned to face Jungkook.
“He’s right.” Jungkook said solemnly, his hands tight around your waist as they were before. Only this time he didn’t care that the other members were watching. “I’m a fucking idiot. Forgive me?” He looked at you hopefully, making you smile widely. You leaned up and pressed your lips to his, your arms wrapping around his neck as he deepened the kiss. He pulled away after a little and leaned his forehead on yours, his eyes shut.
“Of course I do! I love you.” You whispered against his lips. He smiled, gathering up all his courage to say the words he was so terrible at saying.
“I-I love you too.”

I feel like this could have been better but hopefully you enjoyed ^^ Thank you for requesting! ♥

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I suck at remembering birthdays.  Thank God for Facebook telling me or I would never remember.

Here ya go anon!

Prompt was:   “But you do realize that my birthday was last week, right?”

In the year and a half that you and Niall had been dating, the two of you probably spent more time giving each other shit than giving each other orgasms.  And considering the amount of sex the two of you had, that was saying something.

But that was just how you were.  Rarely did the chance to burn the other ever go by unnoticed.  

So when he forgot your birthday, you decided to let it go to see how long it would be until he remembered.

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ANDREIL FIC

4 times the team forget Andrew and Neil are a thing and 1 time they are reminded they are (prompt)

1.
The Foxes were on their way to the Court for their first practice that week.
Running laps on Monday mornings always proved to be excruciating for the whole team and one day of rest seemed to make them slower and the whole practice feel longer. Especially with all the classes and assignments on top if it.
They arrived in two groups as usual, the upperclassmen took Matt’s truck and everybody else came with Andrew. They took a look at the building in front of them and dragged themselves through the hallways to the locker rooms.
The smell of coffee filled the air around which meant Coach had already arrived and was ready for the practice to begin. Neil sat in his stall as he listened to his team mates shout at each other while changing and he still sat there when everybody had finished but he didn’t move. He heard Matt somewhere by the door:
“Are you even practicing today, Andrew? Where the fuck are you going?” but Andrew just ignored him and then the changing room went quiet. He left his stall and walked to the door to inspect if there was anyone but before he managed that, Andrew slipped into the room. Neil threw him the key to the locker room and after locking it Andrew went over to Neil stopping barely an inch from his face. Neil then closed the gap between them and pinned Andrew to the locker.
Back on the court the team was frustrated cause the two were slacking but still ran because Coach didn’t want them to annoy him even more. He was on the phone ringing Andrew and looking at the door for Neil, who he thought was still changing.
After a couple more minutes Andrew walked in and a couple of seconds later Neil followed him. The team sent them a couple of death glares and Wymack went on and on about being late to practices but everything went as usual when they joined the running.

2.
It was Sunday evening and Matt was looking through his collection of DVDs. The upperclassmen were thinking of spending their free time together and talking about the upcoming season. They went through the whole stack and still couldn’t find a movie that was worth watching for the 3rd time.
Allison then took the matter in her hands and picked something nobody was happy about, but she still took it over to the TV.
At that time Andrew’s lot came in. Nicky was extremely excited to join, while Aaron couldn’t have cared less what they were doing. Next through the door was Andrew who barely took a step into the room before turning around. He had never really watched a movie with them, he either listened to the music or actually did something for school ever since his lot had started coming over to the upperclassmen. The team called for him but they got nothing but “I am not participating in this activity anymore.” and then the 2 finger salute.
Neil was sitting on the couch with a soda and looked over at the upperclassmen. They were struggling with the dvd player but when the disc loaded happily moved to the couches.
Neil waited for a couple of seconds before getting up. He turned to Matt and explained how he didn’t like watching movies and he had better things to do. Which he did, he thought.
Matt nodded in agreement and the rest just turned their heads back to the movie with a shrug and an “Okay. ”.
Neil closed the door behind him and looked at his half emptied beer and turned to look both sides. He spotted Andrew a few doors away. He knew he was waiting for him somewhere around and he had wanted to find him.
He went over there with a slight speed in his steps stopping in front of Andrew as he took the bear out of his hands and drank it all. Andrew went to throw it away and then they disappeared into the room locking the door behind themselves.

3.
Everybody was hungry after their last class for the day. They still had the afternoon practice to attend but they had decided they could squeeze in a lunch some place near.
They had all gathered and waited for Matt and Dan on the parking lot. Andrew was leaned against his car while Nicky and Aaron were inside trying to make Kevin join them, well, Nicky at least. Neil was chatting with Renee and Allison but soon joined Andrew for a cigarette.
Finally when they were all there they got in their cars and went to find somewhere to eat. Fifteen minutes later they entered a pizzeria and took their seats, they had spent a lot of time choosing from the manu but Andrew and Neil could only eat one kind so they finished eating while the rest of the pizzas where still on their way. They talked for a couple of minutes before Andrew looked at Neil and tilted his head so he would do something. They had so little time alone that day made obvious measures to get away from everybody. They didn’t know their team mates would be quite so oblivious.
Neil stood up abruptly startling everybody except Andrew.
“I forgot I have to go to do something before practice. I have to go. ” and didn’t elaborate more before leaving the table. Everybody looked his way and Andrew took the keys out of his pockets and followed Neil out of the pizzeria.
“Don’t you two dare be late!” Dan yelled after them and then carried on eating like the rest.
“He’d better not forget a single practice like that.” she said after the swinging door finally went still.
On the parking lot Andrew caught up with Neil and sat on the driver seat. He turned to face him.
“You are an idiot and the worst liar there is.” he said turning the car on and Neil just looked at him.
“But you still like me.”. It wasn’t a question so Andrew didn’t answer but he neither denied.

4.
Thursday was a very unusual day. It’d started with the extremely happy Coach and ended with a canceled morning practice for the following day. They attributed it to the fact he’d had a phone call that morning about their success with the last season and about the upcoming one. Even Nicky had earned the keys to Andrew’s new car.
With an opportunity to have fun during school days Nicky wanted for everyone to head down to Columbia for a night out. He entered the room where the upperclassmen were yelled:
“We’re going to Columbia! Get your stuff!” he clapped his hands once to be more theatrical.
They were all happy to do so because it was a rare thing to be invited to.
“And Andrew wanted us to go just like that? Or did he fight it?” Dan yelled the questions from her room.
“I wouldn’t know I haven’t ask yet.”
Nicky smiled when all the faces turned to him. He received a couple of ‘whats’ and looks but then Andrew, Kevin and Neil entered.
“Just in time, Andrew. Tell them we’re going to Eden’s Twilight tonight.”
Andrew seemed to not care as he went and sat on the couch.
“Do whatever you want, I’m not going, I don’t like the staff on Tuesdays.”
“No, we can’t go without your car, there’s too many of us!” Nicky whined because his plans seemed to be cancelled.
“If it helps, I can’t go, I have a crucial assignment for tomorrow.” Neil stepped away from the door so Nicky could see him. Andrew raised an eyebrow to him but proceeded to take something from his pocket. He then had the keys in his hand and threw them toward Nicky.
Nicky caught them and jumped because he hadn’t expected that turn of events.
“Neil, you’re lucky I’m too excited about this.” he said while pointing his finger.
Everybody left the room then, while Neil and Andrew stayed behind.
“You’ll pay me if something happens to the car, you know?”
“And you’ll write my assignment?” Neil said jokingly.
Andrew moved closer and kissed Neil passionately.
“I think we won’t have time for that, but we’ll figure something out.”.
5.
It was Friday night. Nicky had made Neil promise he’ll make Andrew agree to bring the whole team to Columbia.
Neil had already talked about it with Andrew cause he felt bad about not going on Tuesday. Miraculously, Andrew had accepted it with only a shrug. If he didn’t know him he’d think the whole team thing was growing onto him.
The team was once again ecstatic to go there and they were on their way in no time. They dropped their stuff at the house deciding they’ll think about sleeping arrangements when they come back. Soon they arrived to the club’s parking lot from which they could see the line into the club. They were hoping there would be at least a couple of seats left.
As soon as they entered Aaron and Kevin went to the only table that seemed to be free while the rest split around the club to kill time before drinking.
By the bar Roland was serving them a large amount of alcoholic beverages and a soda and Andrew and Neil brought it over to the table.
The night went on and Andrew and Neil got lost somewhere in the back and it was time to go. Everybody was waiting for them to show up and Roland left the bar after seeing their miserable half drunk faces. He came over and leaned onto the table looking at Nicky.
“What’s with the spirits?” he asked amused.
“Andrew and Neil are fucking with us and they got lost somewhere. I can’t believe them actually, Neil’s usually the first to wanna go.” he said while putting empty glasses on the tray for Roland.
“Oh, you mean each other, not with you? I didn’t know they were still a thing, but who knew, things happen.” he shrugged it off but couldn’t help but laugh at the wide eyed faces looking at him.
“Wait. Stop. Rewind. Oh my god, oh my god! We are so stupid, no, I am!! Did you guys know?” he turned to his team mates who were shaking hands still in shock.
Allison was the first to say something.
“I thought that’d stopped in the summer. Well, what can you do.” and then she shrugged it off.
Andrew and Neil approached the table and were greeted with silence. Even the ride was silent and when they came through the door Nicky put his hand on his hips.
“So you two.. Still a thing? All those times you didn’t participate.. Well, at least we know the sleeping arrangements now. ” Andrew and Neil both looked at him and he got two blows in each arm so he would shut up. Which he did, but everybody else burst out laughing.