breathtaking words

This is probably just me but I love when Victor spins… like… have you ever just looked at him when he’s spinning? The way his hair just kinda…. swooshes??? anndd,, uuhhHHH,,?? and his expressions??? ju s t,,,,,,, hhHH

i mean…. wow, he’s very??? beautiful?????

wow u ever think about how bellamy always knows how to talk raven down, how to get her to focus that isnt just shouting “Focus!” bc he truly believes in her and her brain always knowing how to get them out of these life or death situations, even putting complete trust in raven to get this spaceship engineered for 2 to carry 8 people up to the ark, he really has such faith in her that no one else on the show seems to have

to you, i thee wed (chapter nine)

They didn’t know they were marrying each other until the bride got to the altar. And then panic ensued. Married at First Sight AU.

(AO3//FF.net)

Parts: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9

WC: 8.5K

thanks @booksfullofme for the edits :)


The morning air is crisp, an icy wind settling into her lungs as Marinette gazes into the Atlantic Ocean shining brightly from the warm sun. They have oddly been blessed by good weather despite the first snowstorm that trapped them here. Not that Marinette is complaining; Faroe Islands—Vagar, to be exact—has been wonderful and a breath of fresh air.

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We Live For Love

The studio reverberated with the final echoes of Jamie’s guitar, Ian’s drums, and Willie’s bass.

 

Then two seconds of utter silence. Followed by Claire Beauchamp’s enthusiastic claps and cheers from the corner.

 

Hopefully the fifth take would be the charm.

 

Not a lot had been under his control since the whirlwind day two months before when Murtagh had proudly introduced them all to Joe Abernathy – and they signed a four-record deal with Chrysalis right on the spot.

 

First, the suits insisted that the band didn’t need a name – it had a frontwoman in Claire. So all their work would be done under her name.

 

Jamie had bristled – but when Ian had elbowed him in the back, decided to keep his mouth shut.

 

Then there were the songs. They already had a great selection of covers, plus some songs that had been kicking around Chrysalis for a while. Some were actually quite good, once he’d reworked the tuning and experimented on different vocals with Claire.

 

She was just a natural. It was truly astonishing how so much power – and force – and kick-ass attitude could come from such a tiny person who was so polite and polished in real life, but utterly transformed into a take-charge force of nature when she performed.

 

He’d long ago given his heart to her. She inspired him more than anyone – or anything – ever had. He had never worked so hard in any of his gigs before – because he’d never truly *cared* about the entire end product. Claire gave him so much space to grow – to learn about producing, to lead the musical arrangements, to give her advice on how to open up her voice – and he had just flowered as a result.

 

But the only way he could express his feelings for her was in his words – in his songs. In the chord progressions he scribbled on scrap pieces of paper and stuffed into his jeans – in the snatches of poetry he rolled over and over again in his mind when he rode the subway uptown from his crummy apartment to the shiny Midtown recording studio – in the ridiculous hearts he drew in the steamed-up mirror after he got out of the shower.

 

She was in the process of finding herself – building her own identify as Claire Beauchamp. Not Claire Randall – married to a medical student, singing in cabarets in upstate New York to prevent herself from being lonely. Not Claire – belting out show tunes and Linda Ronstadt and Judy Garland at weddings and parties and bar mitzvahs.

 

For God’s sake, they were in a band together. Lindsey Buckingham and Stevie Nicks had almost blown up Fleetwood Mac when they broke up. They still had to tour together. No way would Jamie even think of jeopardizing Claire’s dream – what she had sacrificed so much for.

 

So he wrote – and composed – and waited.

 

**I feel a passion growing // I know that love is only just one inch away from striking us**

 

And seethed – because the label wouldn’t even consider letting them record any of his originals.

 

To be sure – he had more than songs about Claire. Jamie had been writing since he joined his first band at sixteen. He wasn’t prolific, but he had a good catalogue of rollicking guitar-driven songs that would be absolutely magic with Claire’s voice.

 

He’d plead with the producer who had been assigned to their sessions – Rob MacNab – to at least let them record a demo. But MacNab was under strict orders from his superiors: to cut the record quickly, and cheaply, and with guaranteed hit songs by recognized songwriters.

 

Jamie Fraser may be a talented guitarist and arranger – but he certainly wasn’t recognized.

 

“How’d we do, Rob?”

 

Jamie blinked awake, turned briefly to enjoy Claire’s triumphant smile, and then squinted through the glass wall to the control room where Rob sat behind the massive console, chain-smoking.

 

“I think we got it, guys. Good work.”

 

The one compromise that Jamie and Rob had worked out was to record all the tracks live. No use in recording all the instruments separately and then futzing around with overdubs – not when it was the raw, live sound that Jamie knew would immediately appeal to people. And to his surprise, MacNab had agreed – plus, it would help cut down the production costs.

 

Nine tracks out of ten were now complete. Just one more, and their first record would officially be done.

 

Ian stood from behind his drum kit and stretched. Willie rolled his shoulders and hung up his bass on the stand he shared with Jamie.

 

Jamie set down his guitar and walked immediately over to Claire, who sipped Coke from a warm bottle.

 

“How you feeling? How’s your voice?”

 

She rolled her eyes. “I’m fine, Jamie. Really. It’s hard work, but it’s so worth it.”

 

God, that smile cut him straight to his heart.

 

“Think we can call it a day? I gotta get up and walk around.”

 

Jamie looked over at MacNab – laughing with one of the engineers behind the glass.

 

“Hey Rob – let’s just pick this up tomorrow?”

 

Rob scratched his balding head and nodded. “Yeah, sure. Come out and we can listen to the tape, if you want. Then we can call it a wrap.”

 

Ian and Willie slipped out of the studio to huddle behind Rob at the control board, watching him raise and lower just a few of the hundreds of dials.

 

“What are you thinking?”

 

Jamie turned back to Claire, still perched on one of her favorite stools. He’d gotten her to stop using them as a crutch – encouraging her to walk around while she sang – but she always retreated back to them when she was tired, or when something was bothering her.

 

Today she was dressed in a black sweater and jeans, her hair curling madly around her face. No makeup, as usual. Breathtaking.

 

He spoke the words without thinking.

 

“I want to show you something I’ve been writing. And I don’t care what Rob or Joe or Murtagh say – I want us to record it. I want *you* to sing it.”

 

Surely she had to feel this too – this pull between them. She had never made a move – and neither had he – despite all the nights they’d spent at her social club or at his hard rock bars, throwing back drinks and spilling their pasts to each other.

 

She wanted a partner – and he didn’t know he needed one. But that’s what they were – musical partners. Partners on this wild and crazy journey that would hopefully one day lead to some kind of stardom.

 

Claire looked at him for what felt like a long time, then tilted her head. Considering.

 

“Want to come over to my place? It’s more private – you can play your guitar, I mean.”

 

Oh God, she was blushing.

 

“I’d love that, Claire. Thank you.”

 

She shook her head. “No, Jamie. Thank *you*. I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for you.”

 

“That’s not true, and you know it – ”

 

“Bullshit. It’s not, OK? If I hadn’t met you, I’d still be singing show tunes at The Broch. This is infinitely better.”

 

“Come on, you two! Let’s listen!” Rob’s voice thundered through the glass.

 

Impulsively, Jamie extended a hand to help Claire off her stool. Her surprised smile – and the look of sheer joy on her face – was everything.

mollymatterrs  asked:

OQ + boss/assistant AU ‘you’re such a loser that the only person you’re close enough with to ask to be your pretend boyfriend for a weekend is me, your boss, and i don’t think we’re fooling anyone even tho i legit have feelings for you’ (and, as a bit of a challenge, with Regina as the assistant, Robin as the boss!)

A/N: So this one got away from me a bit.

(On AO3 and FFnet, because the read more cut doesn’t work in the phone app)

Truth in Advertising

Robin stares, gobsmacked, at the retreating form of one of his Associate Creative Directors. Regina Mills stalked into his office moments ago and announced in her usual clipped tones that the art department finished the mockups for the Neverland Cruise Lines campaign, the meeting with Midas was moved up to two o’clock, and oh, by the way, she needed Robin to pretend to be her significant other at her mother’s soiree tomorrow night. Regina stalked out again before he could formulate a response. How does one respond to a bombshell like that?

He half-rises from his chair to chase after her, but thinks better of it. The last thing he wants is to provide fodder for the company gossipmongers. He knows there are already whispers about the somewhat volatile working relationship between one of the agency’s managing partners and the latest underling—“latest” as in “hired a year ago.” According to Robin’s assistant, Will, the betting pool is between him firing her or bedding her. Of course, Robin will do neither. The former because despite her bluff and bluster, Regina is the most talented associate he has. The latter because despite how attractive she is (breathtaking is a better word for it), Robin, if nothing, is an honorable man. That, and she can hardly seem to stand him on a good day.

Which is why her casual demand is all the more baffling.

He picks up the phone and dials Regina’s extension. “Ashley, Robin here,” he says when her secretary answers. “Does Miss Mills have any lunch appointments today?”

“Um” the girl says, presumably checking her boss’s schedule. “No-oo, Mr. Locksley,” she stammers, clearly surprised that Robin is handling this himself. “It’s open, uh, sir.”

He stifles a sigh. He’s tried explaining to Ashley—tried showing her—that he’s not some tyrannical overlord, but she still acts as though he’ll shout at her over the slightest infraction. More than once he’s wondered about her previous employer. “Please let her know that she will be meeting with me at Tony’s at noon.”

“That’s in forty minutes!” Ashley squeaks.

“If you would inform her straight away, I would appreciate it.” He hangs up after she replies in the affirmative.

He hits the intercom next, tells Will to call ahead for a lunch reservation and to have the car brought around. Knowing Regina, she’ll be early. He’d like to be earlier. It’ll be a proper business lunch; during Robin’s last visit, Tony mentioned that he was considering a rebrand for his restaurant. Robin will give the account to Regina—after they’ve squared away this mess.

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Styles & Co - Part 7

Authors Note: I am not too impressed with this chapter, I just can’t put my ideas into words and it is taking longer than expected to fill in the interesting parts. I promise they are coming, hopefully. Feel free to leave feedback and I hope you guys are enjoying Styles & Co. Xx
Previous Parts found HERE!



My eyes open and my head feels hazy and confused, I sit up in an unfamiliar bed, lost and dazed. The last I remember is the whist airport, Harry’s long arm tugging me along as our fingers lace together. I was right behind him, tremendously bleary-eyed and doing my best to keep up with his accelerated pace. Over twenty-four hours worth of travelling doesn’t go down well wit me. I pet my hands on the bed, trying to locate Harry, my heart racing as my frantic hands struggle to find him close to me. “Harry?” I push the covers off me, exposing the empty side of the bed, beginning to feel a little panicky. “Elle, what’s the matter?” I hear his voice request, my eyes unable to see where he is. The light flickers on and Harry is standing at the doorway of a bathroom, 
“Harry, where are we?” I breathe, still baffled and unsettled,
“The resort, relax.” He discloses, crawling on the bed and pressing a caress to my forehead. 

I take the moment to take in a deep breath and take in my surroundings. “What time is it?” I doubt, a little mistaken for time right now. Harry snickers, finding it interesting how I’m a little out of it.
“Seven in the morning, baby.” He acknowledges while getting off the bed and pushing back the neutral curtains, permitting natural light to shine into the bedroom. Harry turns the lights off and gestures for me to get out of bed while wandering out of the bedroom area. I accompany him, entering a small room before he opens a door, my eyes become attracted to the rich bluish water. I step out, gaping over the enchanting outlook of glistening cerulean water.
 A romantic retreat in an over-water bungalow, thatched-huts on stilts line flawlessly overlooking a clear lagoon with striking green mountains behind them. Pure paradise. “Oh, my.” I gasp, my eyes transfixed by the delightful scenes. I did not expect Harry to book us a getaway at an over water-bungalow resort, perched over the crystal-clear waters on stilts; fanning out from a lush private island. Breathtaking is the only word suitable to describe such beauty.
“This is beautiful,” I gasp, completely hypnotised. My eyes shine toward Harry and he responds, “not as beautiful as you, go back in and get some sleep. We have a long night ahead of us.” He grins, smoothly charming me and awakening small butterflies in my stomach,
“A long night?” I challenge, his eyes shimmering, his lips forming a straight line as he yet again nods.
“In more way than one.” He flirts cheekily and I playfully hit arm,
“Don’t be cheeky,” I urge, considerably relishing his cheekiness, there’s something about the way he smirks and the way his eyes narrow down on me that attract me.
“I’ve got a few things to do, my love. But, I’ll be done in a few hours so we can then start celebrating New Year’s, Eve.” Harry informs me, reminding me that it is indeed New Year’s Eve.
I lean up and kiss him, tenderly pulling away, promptly investigating “What are you doing?” being inquisitive.
What could he possibly have to do while on a vacation with me?
“Just gotta double check things with the resort. Get some more sleep, you’ll need it.” He again gleams, causing me to chuckle yet again. Cheeky, I like it. 

*** 

Harry’s eyes gaze at my body, my dress hugging me in all the right places, his tongue licking his lips as he straightens his tie. “You, my dear, are so divine.” He gawks, his words soft and gradual, almost as if he didn’t know which words to use. I give him a bashful smirk, my eyes gawking at his attire.
The man could wear a paper bag and still be the hottest man around. “It’s going to be a long night.” He murmurs against my lips, not being able to resist my temptation, “in more ways than one.” He continues, ruining my lipstick as he pulls me in for a deeper kiss, enthralling me like always.

I pull away, his thumb pressing to my lips and fixing the mess he produced, “it’ll be long.” I agree, my eyes radiating into his, “especially for you.” I smile, taking a step away from him, confusion taking over the expression on his face.
“How?” He clears his throat, using his own thumb to wipe away the lipstick smeared across his lips.
There’s something about a romantic bungalow over the water that brings out the extra romantic and teasing side of me. Making love is great in our own bed, but even better when romance is heightened over a gorgeous turquoise lagoon. 

With a devious grin, my eyes flicker up at Harry, “I’m not wearing underwear,” I answer, stepping outside the door, entering out onto the extensive boardwalk where he has to behave himself. He closes the door behind him, his eyes burning into me, his mind perhaps thinking of devious ways to get me back to our room before midnight. “Elise, you’re very, very naughty.” He murmurs, his hand intertwining with mine, guiding me away from our perfect bungalow. My heels echo against the wooden boardwalk, the noise of the salty ocean echoing a delightful, relaxing sound that is like music to my ears. 

We walk hand in hand making our way around the retreat, finding the lovely restaurant Harry chose for us to dine at tonight, a luxury he emphasised on for our New Years celebrations. We are welcomed politely and immediately escorted towards a table outside in a secluded area where only a few other couples unobtrusively dine. I admire the glass bottom flooring, attracted by the unique dining experience offered. Harry graciously pulls my chair out of me, a gesture he doesn’t get a chance to do very often.
I give him a smile to show my appreciation, taking the seat and looking down at my feet, watching as fish swim below. I smile at our waitress, my eyes peering at Harry as he studies the menu, paying not attention as I gawk over him while I am completely captivated by his appearance tonight. He sits charmingly in front of me, an attractive navy blue button down covering his flawless skin, so effortless, yet so charming. He finally looks up and he smiles, “sweetheart, what do you want to order?” He inquires, a sigh escaping my lip as I think of inappropriate thoughts regarding him.
I highly doubt ordering him with a side of wine is suitable to say while perched at a dinner table. I lick my lips subtly, diverting my attention to my menu, “wine, please.” I clear my throat, my eyes promptly scanning the list of delicious wines the restaurant has to offer. “White wine of your choice,” I inform him, turning the page and reading the main course menu that is full of many delicious plates.
It’s almost too hard to choose. 

Harry’s eyes sparkle, a small smirk becoming noticeable; wine can sometimes make me a little frisky, and cheekier than usual.
“Elise, what did you do while I was out?” Harry begins a conversation while overlooking the menu himself. I shrug, remembering how I did absolutely nothing. Jet lag is a bitch to me.
“I slept. What did you get up to, Mister?” I challenge, unsure of what exactly he did while I was relaxing. He never did elaborate on what he had to do.
“I had to take care of a few things.” He unconcernedly counters, gesturing for our waitress to collect our order. The waitress politely orders our wine before starting us off with an appetiser of Harry’s choice. I raise a brow, fixated on Harrys eyes as they try to avoid contact with mine. “Elle, figure out what you would like to eat.” He motions down at my menu as I continue to stare into his emerald eyes.
“What did you have to do, Harry?” I adamantly; however, I respectfully challenge Harry, not wanting to start anything while at dinner, although the fact that my boyfriend went missing while on a beautiful island is considerably sly. Surely there isn’t too much he could have possibly done that’s entertaining without me.
Perhaps he went to check out the bar?
I wouldn’t mind, he knows that. But my curiosity is intrigued with finding out what he got himself into. “I had to make some calls back home to Anastasia, she has things to do for me.” He briefly elucidates my question, giving me quite the monotonous answer.
Surely Anastasia would much prefer a little time off while it is New Year’s, Eve. “Harry, give her time to her family.” I graciously command before he changes the conversation entirely, deciding he wants to discuss things other than business for a change.
That’s quite the surprise. 

“Elise,” Harry distracts my attention away from the delightful wine that was just re-poured for me. I look up and smile at him, watching as he leans back in his chair, his hand digging into his pants pocket. “Darling, how much do you love me?” The question rolls off his tongue effortlessly and cheekily, his eyes shining as I cock my head slightly to the side. I love this man quite a lot, no other man has caught my fancy ever since I met him. There’s not a man on earth that could possibly take my attention away from the man sitting right in front of me. To say my love for him is infinite would be far too cliché and mushy for my liking so I will settle with loving him on occasions. “I only love you, sometimes.” I gracefully beam in a joking manner, “what did you do, Styles?” I immediately raise a brow, unsure of what he’s managed to do that he needs to be reassured I love him.
Usually, Harry asks me this question when he wants something, or he’s done something that could perhaps bother me, or it has to do with business. “I haven’t done anything. So you love me, sometimes?” He informs me, he confirms my own words, with a grin, I agree.
“On some occasions, yes,”   unsure of what it is that he’s going to spring on me.
I wouldn’t be surprised if he’s about to tell me that he has to fly back to London for some bloody business thing that’s gone wrong.
“Your Christmas gift arrived.” Harry lowers his eyes to his lap, a weird comment to roll off his tongue.
I was expecting something along the lines of “baby, I have to fly back to London.” Or “baby, I have a business deal and you won’t like it.” Generally, he doesn’t challenge my love for him when he abruptly wants to hand me some sort of belated Christmas present. “Harry, you said you were my gift.” I remind him of the exact words he told me on Christmas morning. 

*** flashback***

 I find myself tangled within the sheets, my boyfriend’s legs over mine, his arm wrapped tightly around my torso. It’s around nine in the morning and he’s yet to leave the bed, his perfect body has been nestled beside me the whole night, not moving once for anything, not even for the buzzing sound of his phone. “Harry, Harry wake up.” I tenderly nudge him, pulling him from his peaceful slumber, groans escape his dry lips before his eyes immediately open,
“Elise, what’s wrong?” He murmurs tiredly, pulling me even closer within his secure grasp. I considerately wiggle from him, pulling him further from his sleepy state as he props himself up on his forearms, “baby, what’s the matter?” His hoarse voice inquires, uncertain as to why I’m waking him and pulling myself from his secure grip. “You’re late for work,” I murmur, not wanting him to rush away too suddenly. I’m selfish, I want his body against mine, but I know he has things to do. He looks at me for a moment, that cheeky grin waking along with the rest of him. “My love, it’s Christmas. You asked me to take the full day off, remember?” He presses, leaning over and placing a soft kiss on my cheek.
“You took the day off?” I request, finding my body moving closer to his, nestling into him perfectly,
“Yes, you said all you wanted for Christmas was me. So, here I am, sweetheart.” He cutely announces, moving to wrap his arms around me as he lowers himself back into the bed. “I’m all yours for twenty-four hours. Do as you please.” He relaxes, his voice getting deeper as he becomes sleepier.
“Do as I please?” I cheekily whisper with a teasing tone. He hums against my skin as he places sloppy kisses on my neck. I chuckle cheekily, a few ideas coming to mind, ideas that I don’t need to express vocally. “But, wait until I’m not so sleepy, I really need sleep, baby.” He adds, causing me to chuckle further on this attractive morning. “What’s my present? You know yours.” Harry sleepily murmurs, beginning to get comfortable with his arm wrapped around me, his legs tangled with mine again.
“You’ll find out tonight,” I inform him, leaving it to his imagination to figure out the rest. 

*** end of flashback*** 

Harry shakes his head, again looking down at whatever lays in his lap, “Elise, did you really think I wouldn’t get you anything?” He softly questions, leaning closer to the table, I give him a shrug.
I wasn’t concerned about a materialistic item he may have gotten me, I told him what I wanted, and he gave me twenty-four hours of no work, no phone calls, no texts, no emails, nothing.
He was all mine, of course, once we escaped the family Christmas- he was all mine. 

He brings his hand into view, a small red Cartier box in his hand, “If you don’t like it, I’m sorry. But, I saw you on the website.” He informs me, flicking the box open to reveal a rather impressive bracelet.
“Oh, my.” I gasp and he carefully takes it out of its position in the box, gently taking my hand and placing the bracelet on my wrist, clipping it into place. A perfect fit. “Thank you, it’s so lovely.” I gawk, exceedingly appreciative to be able to wear such a beautiful rose gold bracelet that glistens in the lighting of the restaurant.
Harry tries to refrain from buying me jewellery, many times he has voiced his opinion on preferring for me to pick it out myself and him just swiping his card. He’s not a fan of purchasing jewellery, he only does it on rare occasions or when there’s a business event approaching and he desires to have me show off a lovely set of diamonds— something I don’t do often unless it’s specifically asked. 

We find ourselves sitting on the sand, hearkening the noise of the waves crashing as my own giggles get lost within the crashing waves, “shhh,” Harry laughs, quietening me with a delicate kiss on my lips, “What? You don’t like my giggle?” I humorously challenge, my feet burying themselves in the delicate sand,
“I do, very much. But it’s just for my ears.” He murmurs, lightly brushing his lips against mine, a teasing motion that is beginning to take its toll on me. “Sweetheart, are you a bit cold?” His voice distracts me from my eyes gazing into his, the cold shivers running through my body reminding me of the sea breeze that whistles around us late at night. I give him nod, debating whether to graze my hands over his body and to press my lips to his or not. “Here you go,” he slides his jacket down his lengthy arms and carefully drapes it over my shoulders. 


At times he can be a complete sweetheart when he wants to be.
I appreciate seeing the difference between boyfriend Harry and CEO Harry, he seems to get his ties crossed between the two. “I love you,” I grin, pressing a kiss to his delicious lips before he can even respond back to me. He gently pulls away, a smirk prominently pressed to his lips, Harry presses his hand mildly to my cheek, cupping my face as his eyes radiate into mine, “I love you, too.” The words roll off his tongue melodiously, bringing to life the butterflies in my stomach. 

Being able to be carefree with him is absolutely wondrous, to be able to lie on a beach right before midnight, listening to nothing but the waves against the shore, the distant sound of music and restaurants still bustling, and feeling the cold sand between my toes as Harry presses sweet kisses to my lips is one of the most relaxing and darling things to experience. There are no business calls interrupting us, no texts or a grouchy Harry pissed off with his employers, it’s strictly just the two of us and I wouldn’t want it any other way.

“It is close to midnight,” Harry reminds me of the New Year that is close to embracing us within the next few minutes while we lie under the stars, with the waves echoing along the shore. I give him a nod, my hand mildly pressing to his chest grasping his shirt carefully, “kiss me,” I command persistently, narrowing my eyes on his. His grin widens while his emerald green eyes glisten in the moonlight, radiating charmingly as he leans down and brushes his lips against mine, leaving me wanting more. “I know you can do better than that,” I chuckle, my fingers smoothly pull at his shirt. He hums an mhm, knowing he can do much better than a simplistic tickling brush of his lips with mine. “Savin’ the good kiss for midnight,” he notifies me, immediately glimpses down at his phone, “there’s a minute left, love.” He enlightens me, my eyes concentrating on his lips, my body yearning the taste that he allows. 

The countdown begins and the sound of early party poppers mimic from the restaurants, a few cheers echoing as well. Harry glances at me with a prominent grin. He gently pins me on my back, his body hovering over mine while I press my brazen hands to his broad shoulders. We both hear the ten-second count down begin and he takes it as a signal to lean down and take bold possession of my lips, his tongue intertwining with mine as our bodies inch closer, my heart beating faster as my arms wrap around his neck, leaving no space between our bodies.
The cheers of the New Year ringing in echoes resoundingly, fireworks beginning to explode as we continue to stay intertwined with our lips. He tenderly pulls away, leaving me wanting more as usual. “Happy new year,” he hums, letting out a small breath as I beam up at him.
One year down and many more to go with him.
“Happy new year.” I smile, “now c'mere.” I tug at his shirt, pulling him in for a romantically intense kiss, my hands unable to stop themselves from travelling up and down his body.

It’s four in the morning when the sound of Harry’s phone continues to echo, pulling me from my slumber. I mildly push him, wanting him to turn it off and allow me to sleep. We’ve only been asleep for about an hour and I’m very eager to continue dreaming. I feel Harry move within the bed, pulling the covers as he leans over for his phone, “this better be important,” he unkindly answers the phone, his voice deep and full of sleep. “What do you mean? Is there anything you don’t fuck up?” He grumbles, sitting up in the bed, distracting me from falling back asleep. “I am not even in the bloody country! How the hell did you manage to compromise my business’ integrity?” Harry snaps, raising his voice even further.
Something tells me the start of this New Years is not going to go as planned.
His business at times can definitely be a damn moment ruiner, particularly at four in the morning… Four hours into a New Year that is meant to bring us pleasure and God knows what else.
“Elise, we need to go,” Harry commands as he pushes himself off the bed, turning the light on,
“What?” I dispute, shielding my eyes from the fluorescent light, considerably grouchy that I’m being roughly awoken. Again! 

I rub my eyes and sit up on the bed, taking note of Harry reaching for the suitcase. You’ve got to be kidding me right now. We literally just got here and we have to leave because of business.
“Elise, I need to go back and fix things, we will be back in a few days.” He explains, forcing his clothes into the bag while I stare at him. “Are you getting up or not?” He questions, irritated and extremely ill-tempered as he tries to grab clothes and do something on his phone. “No. I don’t want to leave.” I shake my head, having no desire to go back to London just to fly back in a few days. I doubt he will even want to make the flight back here once he reaches London. He will end up too consumed with his work that he will disregard the trip. “I don’t want you here on your own.” He shakes his head, throwing his phone on the bed out of frustration, letting out a heavy huff. 

Harry takes a deep breath, his hand running through his hair before pressing to the suitcase. “I’ll stay,” I notify him, going against his wishes and not moving from the luxury of the bed.
“I don’t have the time to argue you, fine. Book me a flight, please.” He gestures towards his phone as he paces the bedroom up and down. I grab his phone and aid him with making things easier for him. “If you need me, call me. I don’t want you here by your fucking self…. Just come with me.” He shakes his head at the thought of me not leaving with him.
“No, you brought me here for a vacation and now your work is getting in the middle of it.” I shake my head much preferring to stay in a tropical place- after all, the vacation is paid for so I might as well relish in it on my time off, it is not like I have anything else better to do on my time off. Well, that of course, is beside contemplating Logan’s proposal, but for right now I much prefer to pretend that he, along with his proposition does not exist. “Things don’t go to plan. I have work here to do, too!” Harry raises his voice, “I have a client to meet and now I fucking can’t because one of my employees fucked up while I was gone.” Harry continues with an ill-tempered tone, thoroughly annoyed and frustrated.
“So this was a business trip?” I dispute, taking note of his comment of having work to do here, too. 

Now things make sense, he had absolutely no reason to abruptly fly us to a tropical island, he did this for business and it just happened to be a gesture to satisfy me wanting him for the New Year.
“Damn it, Elise, are we going to argue about this?” He grunts,
“No.” I sigh, deciding not to make him any more irritated than he already is. “I’ll meet your client,” I suggest, surely it can’t be too hard to meet a client and tell them whatever it is Harry needs to tell them.
“And what will you do? I don’t need any other problems right now.” He mutters, not seeming too fond of the idea of my suggestion. If he was to give me the right briefing I doubt I would fuck it up for him.
“Have faith in me, damn Harry I’m not entirely useless. You have taught me a little bit of the business world.” I cross my arms, my eyes narrowing down on him while he zips up the suitcase. 

With a heavy sigh, he responds to my idea, “Okay, I’m sorry. I’m just tired and irritated.” his voice sounds lower and collected, a clear indication he is doing his best to stay composed and not take his frustration out on me; something I admire about him, he always does his best to stay composed and not get too riled up at me. “Look, I’ll meet your client and tell them you’re ill or something, you tell me everything and I’ll do it,” I reassure him, 
“I don’t know, Elise,” Harry sighs, thinking about my proposal, “You’d be meeting a businessman, a strong, intimidating man, who probably won’t take you seriously,” Harry informs, only causing me to roll my eyes.
“Oh, really?” I raise a brow, already not being too fond of Harry’s choice of client, if he won’t take me seriously then he isn’t worth the time of day. “So, basically because I am a woman  doing what he clearly thinks is purely a ‘mans’ job, he will not take me entirely seriously?” I grumble, looking at Harry as he thinks of the suitable words to muster up in a response, “Remember I am your girlfriend and you currently are not talking to me as a CEO, but as my boyfriend.” I calmly remind him, just to make it clear that what he says perhaps might piss me off if he uses his 'CEO’ choice of words. 
“I will leave this all up to you, if you think you can handle it, I will trust your judgement. I will prompt you from the airport and email you things. Oh and by the way, I exclusively disagree that it is solely a 'mans’ job as you declared,” Harry responds as he throws on a t-shirt over his tanned body, 
“Good answer,” I nod with a smile, pleased that he did not state something irrational out of frustration and irritation. 
“mhm, okay, I will call you when I land and all that shit I am obliged to do, so you don’t think the worst.” He walks around the bed and comes over to me, pressing a delicate kiss to my lips, “Now, don’t get carried away and get whisked off your feet by some hot guy on the beach that buy ou drinks.” He jokes with a small chuckle, plausibly trying to convince himself that he is perfectly okay with me staying here and defying his wishes of travelling with him to London. 
“I will try, but I can’t promise anything.” I playfully tease, hushing him with a kiss so he doesn’t respond. With a heavy sigh, he pulls away from me, my lips curling into a pout as he leaves my lips bare. 
“Have a safe flight, I love you, sometimes.” I wink, finally noticing his lips curve into a small smirk, irritation no longer being prominently known. 
“I love you too, on some occasions, behave yourself.” He clears his throat, shuffling towards his suitcase and pulling it behind him as he paces closer to the door, he turns on his foot, for a moment he wordlessly stares over at me with a tortuous grin. I put aside the unsettling feeling amongst me and give him a small smile including a nod, gesturing that I have not changed my mind and that he needs to hurry to catch his flight. 

Without further ado he takes a breath and steps out, leaving me unattended in our bungalow. 

Writing Challenge part 2

OKAY IT’S ON! Here’s my reply to @prettynasty

1. That’s when I realized that there was no match for him. No one could ever make me feel like he did, no matter how hard they tried.

2. She knew her calendar like the back of her hand, always prepared for everything and everyone. However nothing could have prepared her for him.

3. He was north, she was south. He was the moon, she was the sun. Their love always present, but never allowed. 

4. And as soon as he smiled that persuasive smile, she knew. 

5.  His art was excellent - there was no other word. I felt tears in my eyes, and as I studied his work further, the tears streamed down my cheeks. I had no idea why I was crying, but I just couldn’t help myself.

6. She was haunted by his touch. It was like his hands were actually there, hovering over her, but never actually touching her. 

7. As he walked down that all too familiar street he felt a pang of nostalgia.

8. Autumn was named after her mothers favorite season. Her mother had always loved the changing of the leaves, and the promise of a new beginnings. So she named her only daughter after it. 

9. He awoke with a feeling of absence. He looked to his side, and sure enough his wife was nowhere to be found. Perplexed, he walked to the kitchen to find her in her pyjamas and a ‘kiss the chef’ apron, with flour on her nose and a grin on her face. “I couldn’t sleep, so I decided to make your favorite cookies.” 

10. And there they were, at the crack of dawn, sitting on the beach. Their friendship stronger than ever, and their hearts full of love. 

11. She looked at him, trying to make her smile look less perplexed than it probably did - however failing miserably.  

12. She considered herself rich in the best sense of the word. She had all the love she could ever wish for, and her heart was full. 

13. Her feelings for him came like thieves is the night, uninvited and unwanted. However she couldn’t deny that they were now in fact present. All she could do was decide how to deal with them. 

14. She tried to act unaffected by his cruel actions, but his words felt like a dagger in her heart. He had never loved her, only pretending to care. As he walked away, her knees gave out and she fell to the floor - broken. 

15. They sat quietly on the abandoned rooftop, watching the breathtaking sunset. No words were exchanged, or needed for that matter. They had each other, and that’s all that they cared about. His hand etched closer to hers, and he finally mustered up the courage to take her hand. His hearts was beating so hard, he thought it might break out of his chest at any minute. But the moment she laced her fingers with his, he knew. He loved her, and he would spend the rest of his life making sure that she was aware of this fact. 

16. She looked out the window of the small café, watching the heavy rain turn to a gentle drizzle. She felt content - that is until she saw him. He was standing across the road, looking straight at her. His eyes were partially covered by his now soaked hair, but she still felt his stare. After what felt like an eternity, he made his way over to the café. Her breath caught in her throat when the entrance bell rang, and he sat down across from her. He looked at her, running his hands through his wet hair. He licked his chapped lips, like he was preparing himself for the words he were about to say. “I’ve missed you”. 

17. As they walked through the mall hand in hand, he couldn’t hold back his smile. She was telling him about the bunnies that her best friend had just bought, and how she now wanted one as well. Her eyes lit up as she talked about their fluffy ears and cute little butts. He leaned down to kiss her nose, making her blush. “I love you” he said while lightly touching her cheek. She smiled and leaned up to kiss his chin. “Enough to buy me a bunny?”. He brushed his thumb across her cheek and lightly kissed her lips. “Enough to buy you all the bunnies and other fluffy creatures in the world”. 

18. They lived their lives as parallel lines, always going in the same direction, but never actually touching. 

19. They were on the phone, talking like they did every night. He was singing to her, his voice like a symphony. This was the only way she could fall asleep these days. Him being so far away was hard, so falling asleep to his beautiful voice was her favorite way of pretending that he was right there beside her. 

20. She was sitting at the huge dinner table, all alone like usual. He had promised that he would come home for dinner, but once again she had been a fool for trusting him. 

21. Considering their history she really shouldn’t have trusted her, not the slightest. However she was currently in the need of a friend, and who was she to deny anyone when she was this desperate. 

22. She came home from a long day of work, hearing her favorite sound in the whole world - her sons laughter. She put down her bag and took off her shoes and jacket. She walked to the living room to see her husband and son playing on the couch. Her heart felt so full, she thought it might explode. 

23. His thumb graced her cheek, wiping away the salty tears that she couldn’t hold i any longer. He kissed them away one by one, and held her as tight as he possibly could. His touch a reminder that she would never be alone - that she would always have him. 

24. He opened the door, walking into her room. He spotted it on his way to the bathroom, and being the curious creature he was, he just couldn’t help himself.

25.  And that’s when she knew - he had forever changed her. 

the blessings that come from solitude is breathtaking - words barely come to mind. when alone with thoughts you start to realize what should stay and what should go. but sometimes its scary to take things or people away from you especially since there is an attachment. there is history. there are stories and these stories from the past makes your heart soft. there is warmth. and this warmth makes you want it, her or him to stay. but deep down you know, it all has to go. it all has to go, just like when flowers bloom, they too go soon.
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S.Bashir ~ blessings in solitude

15.05.2017

,,Everyone is mine to torment.“ Joffrey had one of his moments when he loved to remind everybody around, it was him, who ruled the kingdom.

,,Yes, your grace.” You simply just nodded. How should you react? What to answer than this? But his next breathtaking words made you completely speechless.

,,But there are also things that should stay unharmed.“ And his lovely smile he sent your way made it obvious he meant you.

I just want to breath you in and feel your skin on my skin. I want to hear your heart beat in sync with mine. I want your kisses on my forehead. I want your genuine, sweet words whispered in my ear. I want to hear “I love you” uttered as I lay on your chest, drifting into a slumber. I want your gentle caresses stroking my spine. I want you to tell me with sincerity, that you’ll always be mine.
—  Treka L. House