but hmm niall


I decided to post these two together, since they’re (kinda) opposites, hope that’s okay!
For the cold, warm clothes.
For the heat, lots of water or juice, and ice cream of course!

(also, thank you so much anons, you’re so sweet!! >///< <3)

Possessive Boyfriends
  • Louis: Harry Edward Styles.
  • Harry: Yes Master Tomlinson?
  • Louis: That’s not funny.
  • Harry: I thought it was very funny.
  • Louis: You also think your knock-knock jokes are funny.
  • Harry: Your point?
  • Louis: You’re a lost cause. Anyway…I have a bone to pick with you.
  • Harry: I didn’t tell them that you couldn’t do a pap shot with Eleanor today. They came to that decision on their own.
  • Louis: You’re a tit. I already know that you have a thing planned. I was never going to go even if you hadn’t have intervened.
  • Harry: Oh.
  • Louis: Not my issue anyway.
  • Harry: What is it then?
  • Louis: They ran out of my dolls. Like completely. Out of stock.
  • Harry: How unfortunate for those girls who didn’t get one. But that’s great, I knew yours would fly off the shelves.
  • Louis: Oh they flew alright. Just not off the shelves. They flew from the manufacturer straight to somebody’s private storage unit. All of them. Do you know how many dolls that is Harry?
  • Harry: It’d have to be thousands. I’m guessing… I’m not all that sure.
  • Louis: Aren’t you? Seems like you might have a unique insight into the mind of the person who bought them.
  • Harry: Nope. Pretty greedy I guess but if they really wanted them that bad then who am I to j--
  • Louis: It’s not just greedy Harold. It’s creepy. And you know full well that there’s a very limited circle of people who could not only order them straight from the manufacturer but who would also have the funds to do so.
  • Harry: Hmm well Niall has always worshipped you. Liam likes the person he becomes around you and Zayn is your broth-
  • Louis: HARRY. What the fook do you think you’re doing buying all my dolls?
  • Harry: You really want to play that game? You bought ALL those magazine covers with my shirtless pic on them! Don’t think I didn’t notice that they were on the stacks one day and then gone the next.
  • Louis: You’re Harry Styles, they probably just sold them all in one day.
  • Harry: Cut the bullshit baby.
  • Louis: Well. You better not even think about keeping ONE of those dolls in our home you big creep.
  • Harry: Fine. Burn that stack of magazines in the closet.
  • Louis: Fine. We good?
  • Harry: We’re good babe. Love you.
  • Louis: Lucky me.
  • Harry: Heyyyy!
Winter Cabin 2

              “Your hands are so small, it always takes me by surprise.” He scooted towards you until your knees bumped together. “So soft.” His rough, calloused fingers glided over your palms and the pad of each finger. You shuddered, loving the friction his hands caused against your skin.

            “I never liked my hands,” he murmured suddenly, a frown pulling at his lips.


            “I never liked my hands,” he repeated as if he had not heard you, “until I saw what they looked like wrapped around yours.”

  In which you and Niall are still snowed in his cabin and as the nights get colder, the sparks between you and him grow hotter. 5.7k.

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Preference: BSM, Never Too Old

Harry, Age 17: You had assumed you were in the flat alone; Harry had some meetings and wouldn’t be back until late that night. Your iTunes was on shuffle as Nick Jonas’ new song, Jealous, came on. You were in Harry’s kitchen, trying to cook him something to eat for when he came home; he was sweet enough to let his little sister be staying with him for a few weeks, you could at least cook him something every once in a while. Swaying around the kitchen and singing loudly, you made an absolute fool of yourself while cooking. As the song switched to Knights of Cydonia by Muse the garage door opened. Of course the music was on too loud and you were oblivious to your amused brother walking into the kitchen behind you. It wasn’t until the band started singing, that you heard Harry’s voice join in with yours. Spinning around with a spatula in hand, you shrieked and jumped backwards, “When did you get here?”  “Few minutes ago,” Harry was leaned against the kitchen counter laughing. “You are quite the dancer, I totally forgot.” “Ah, you remember all those dance parties we used to have back home?” you laughed, talking loudly over the music. “Course I do, those were brilliant,” Harry grinned, raising an eyebrow. “Never too old for a dance party, are we?” “Of course not,” you scoffed, turning up the music louder and smiling. “C’mon dear brother, let’s dance.”

Niall, age 10: “Too old to hold my hand hmm?” Niall laughed, watching as your face turned bright red. Smacking a hand to your face, you instantly regretted agreeing to walk to the ASDA a few blocks away with Niall. He loved teasing you in public about how big and mature you thought you were; he found it completely adorable, even more so when you were embarrassed. “Niall shut it,” you whispered angrily, pouting as he laughed loudly making several people look over. You managed to block him out for most of the walk, just rolling your eyes and groaning occasionally. After a few minutes you were nearing the curb of the sidewalk. You stepped out onto the road, ready to cross it, but you were yanked backwards into someone’s chest. “Oi,” Niall said, suddenly serious. “I know you don’t want to hold my hand because you’re a big girl or whatever, but do not ever cross the street without me, you hear?” “Niall,” you whined quietly, aware a few older couples were watching the two of you with indulgent smiles. “I’m old enough to cross the street on my own! Leave me alone!” “You watch it, yeah?” Niall said warningly, taking your hand in his and ignoring your protests. “If you’re not going to listen, then I’ll just have to hold your hand. And stop looking so miserable, you’re never too old to hold your big brother’s hand. One day you’ll realize that.”

Liam, Age 3: “No Liam!” you shouted at him from across the room, trying to climb under the couch and escape his outstretched arms. “(Y/N), it’s naptime,” he sighed, couching down next to the couch and taking a deep breath. “You get grumpy if you don’t take a nap. Uncle Zayn and Auntie Perrie will still be here when you wake up.” You felt his hands grab your little waist as you tried desperately to crawl away but you were pulled back into his chest. You thrashed around in his arms, wailing hysterically and throwing an absolute fit. “What’s up with you huh?” Liam tried to bounce you around. “You never throw a fuss.” “Too old Liam! I’m a big girl! Too old for naps,” you sobbed, rubbing your face.  “Sweetheart, you’re never too old for naps,” Zayn laughed softly, taking you from Liam’s arms and cooing. “I take a nap whenever it’s physically possible, naps are a good thing.” “Zayn take naps?” you sniffled, looking at him with red eyes, making him smile gently. “Auntie Perrie and Liam too!” he assured you. “Naps are a good thing love,” Liam smiled, running a hand through your hair. “You take them when you feel yucky and then when you wake up you’re good as new and you can play for even longer!” You yawned despite yourself and made grabby hands for Liam, resting your head on his shoulder after he had taken you from Zayn, “So big girls take naps too?” “Of course love,” Liam chuckled, rocking gently as he made his way to your room.

Zayn, Age 20: “We are way too old for this,” you snorted, making Zayn spin around on his heel looking offended, “(Y/N), you are never too old to prank your parents.” You rolled your eyes, muttering whatever but keeping the grin plastered on your face, trying not to laugh as he tossed you a few rolls of toilet paper. You both crept silently over to your parent’s bedroom, where they were fast asleep and Zayn put his hand on the door knob. Placing a finger to his lips, he motioned for you to be quiet and slowly opened the door. The two of you set to work, completely trashing your parent’s bedroom in toilet paper while being absolutely silent. It wasn’t until you and Zayn were on either side of their bed, tossing a roll back and forth as it streamed paper over the two sleeping forms that they woke up. Zayn had managed to cover your father’s entire face without him even moving and you couldn’t help the loud snort that came out. Both parents shot up, making you both freeze as you waited for them to notice. Your mom was the one who spoke first, shaking her head, “You two are supposed to be my oldest.”

Louis, Age 16: “One is never too old for a proper cuddle with their brother,” Louis announced, opening his arms and smiling as all your little sisters ran straight into him. You stood by the side with your mum, smiling lightly and watching as they snuggled as close to Louis as they possibly could. Louis was looking down at them with a soft smile before glancing up at you and raising an eyebrow, “Oh and are you just too good for me now that you’re all grown up?” You blushed and shook your head, “No, just figured I should let the little ones get the cuddles, there’s no room for me.” Louis swiftly picked Lottie up from under her armpits and plopped her on his lap, leaving the space on his right side empty, “Come on then kiddo.” You rolled your eyes, still beet red as all your other sister’s giggled, but quickly sat down next to Louis, leaning into his shoulder and gripping the t-shirt he was wearing. He softly placed a kiss on the top of your head and you could feel his smile as you muttered, “Just for the record, I’m never going to be too old to do something with my older brother.”

Over Again: Chapter 2

Freshman Year

Parker shifted in her cowboy boots as she nervously tugged at the shirt denim skirt that Leslie had loaned her. So far her first mixer was an epic fail. While her new friends were out on the dance floor, grinding on hot frat guys, she was cowering in the corner. She had let them drag her out there at first but after stepping on everyone’s toes as soon as

they got close to her, she fled to the safety of the dark edges of the converted barn.

“Franky?” An accented voice sounded at her shoulder. She turned and was met by the blue eyes and familiar smile of the boy from move in day. “It’s Franky, right? I never forget a beautiful girl.”

“I’m sure you don’t,” she quipped. She extended her hand. “It’s Parker. Parker Frank.”

“Nice to meet ya, Franky,” he answered with a wink and shake of her hand, “Name’s Niall.”

“Nice to meet you,” she tried to pull her hand from his grip but he just used his other hand to clasp it tighter.

“D’ya wanna dance?” He started tugging her towards the dance floor.

“Oh no definitely not,” she shook her head and pulled back, her eyes wide. There was no way she was gonna go out and embarrass herself in front of the cutest boy she had ever met. He had a sleeveless flannel shirt on and his biceps looked strong. She wanted to be in his arms but a girl could only take so much embarrassment in her life. “I’m such a klutz. Trust me, it’s for the sake of your toes that I’m saying no.”

“Wow, now you have to come dance with me. The masculinity of my toes demand a chance to prove their resilience.” He was looking in her eyes in a way that made Parker’s knees go weak. Niall was so charming. She was sure people rarely told him no. And she was no exception.

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When larry finally comes out

“It’s over” I whisper into the darkness of my room. “They did it…” I slowly get up from my bed on two shaky rarely used legs, and make my way over to my window as tears stream down my face uncontrollably. I open my shades for what seems like the first time in years, “AH!” I scream as I’m blinded by the light. As I make my way to the door of my room, a sob escapes me, I finally open the door. No one is home, they’ve all left me. I no longer have friends.

From a whole other world - One Shot

Tytuł: From a whole other world

Autorka: larrymyluf

Banner: Moje wykonanie

Paringi: Larry, Niam

Opis: Louis musi wyjść za kosmitę, by Ziemia nie przestała istnieć.

Od autorki: Aż wstyd mi to publikować. xD

Na ziemi nie istnieje biseksualizm ani homoseksualizm. Wszyscy we wszechświecie posługują się jednym językiem.

Jestem koszmarnie zmęczony. Piątkowe zajęcia w szkole niemiłosiernie się dłużą, a ja myślę o weekendzie. Tylko wtedy mogę mieć chwilę dla siebie i upragniony odpoczynek od nauki. Do ukończenia szkoły wciąż został mi rok, choć nie wyobrażam sobie, że mogę tyle wytrzymać. Wymagają od nas zbyt wiele.

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Theory on the whole zayn drama. Most of this theory was contributed from bradfordboy2k15 on twitter ! :-)

The whole thing was planned from the start. OTRA wasn’t selling as much as WWA did. WWA literally had to make more dates bc they kept getting sold out and OTRA didn’t live up to WWA. Modest was losing money so they make a pr stunt. They’ve had headlines go and build up (harry and nadine, niall and melissa, elounor break up) to the point where the boys are in major headlines but that’s not enough to catch a bigger audience. Then they make zayn ‘cheat’ and now fans are distrustful and wary of zayn. Fast forward a bit and zayn leaves the band. The fans buy more albums and tickets so the same thing won’t happen to the other four boys (and so the other boys won’t leave the band) and the fans are more supportive bc they care about one direction and basically think its their fault zayn left. Sales have significantly increased since zayn left. Still don’t think its a stunt? Ok next you can’t just 'quit’ modests’ contract (or any legal contract within a day) Remember the winner of X factor Rebecca? She left modest recently (for the fact they forced her to do things she didn’t want to do; AND she stated they were abusive. Coincidence?) and now they’re suing her. How come they aren’t doing the same with zayn? They wouldn’t let zayn go that easily. He’s easily the biggest factor they’re making money. Even if he paid millions of dollars to quit he’s still violating the contract and he’d still be sued. In about June 3rd 2015 their contract with modest is officially over (5 years bc their contract started on June 3rd 2010). Why you may ask they’re doing this now? Losing one direction, their biggest success, is a big problem to them. They want to replace them and fast. Of course nothing they come up with can replace one direction but they’re trying to reach that (even though we all know they’ll fail). Little mix and 5sos are their next 'big thing’ of course each band alone aren’t going to reach an inch of the fame and money one direction has had; but together it’s enough money to get modest satisfied (even though like I said it won’t ever compare to the amount one direction has given them). In the future it’s likely they’d have perrie 'dump’ zayn and then when little mix’s new album releases, the first single will be about something relating to zayn. People who’ve been paying attention to the zayn drama will feel bad for her and buy it; little mix is essentially riding off zayns fame. Right now zayn is at the point where even if you don’t stan one direction or have never heard of one direction YOU NOW KNOW WHO HE IS from all the press he’s gotten lately which also means you definitely know who perrie is. Why do you think every time zayn is mentioned perrie is also mentioned? That sad excuse of an interview we’ve gotten barely discussed the boys and focused rather greatly on zerrie. They want her and her band in the light along with zayn. The next topic I want to discuss is that some parts don’t add up. We already know for a fact that naughtyboy and modest have some sort of relationship bc Simon has tweeted nb in the past. We also already know that modest’s microphone is literally The Sun. The same magazine who’s bashed zayn all these years calling him a cheating liar and drug addict etc etc. Why would zayn let these people who’ve bashed him all these years interview him? The same people who put him in a bad light and suddenly we’re supposed to believe when he wants to reassure his fans of all the people to tell this to he chooses The Sun? Don’t you think he’d rather have someone else interview him? We can already tell modest is behind this too. Simon has stated in an interview that if one member of the band were to ever to go solo they’d still be in the band legally so it doesn’t matter if they have songs out with just them on it (example of this is harry with 'don’t let me go’). Exactly one month later after this article is released zayn leaves the band and modest doesn’t put up a fight? Pictures are released of zerrie and they’re linking us to a photography site where managements gain more pr for their clients. This is literally strengthening the possibility of this being pr. Now you’re wondering why naughtyboy would do something like this; what does he gain from this? Have you ever heard of naughtyboy before zayn? No? Well now you do. Nb is gaining more attention from this and modest is just getting more money into their pocket. Just this week the boys made 3 million dollars since zayn left. Zayn is the only one who got the short end of the stick. He would be left with no 'fiancée’ while losing fans and 'no friends (bc naughtyboy hardly counts as a friend as we can clearly see from the way he acts towards zayns old bandmates)’. Modest will make zayn look like he went back to the boys and rejoined the band only on one condition; they make mature music for zayns new audience (the ones who believed he went solo and the ones who started stanning him once this whole drama started). The fans who stayed are going to believe zayn is going to leave again at any moment so they’d buy more tickets, albums, merch etc so they can support him harder and so they can live in the moment with 5/5 again before he leaves. Modest is trying to make more money off the fans emotions by manipulating them. They’re also using the last few months with the boys to milk money while trying to give little mix more promo along the way. They’re smart and cruel af toying and playing zayn like a puppet. I can’t imagine what zayn or any of the boys feel like right now. But like I said this is all a theory. Some of the points I’ve made may not be true but it’s the most logical explanation right now. I think we can establish this is a pr stunt at the end of the day.

14. Snow

Christmas Tree . Decorations . Cinnamon . Stocking . Baking . Mistletoe . Elf . Reindeer. Ugly Sweater . Santa Claus . Caroler . Grinch . Lights

Niall wakes up to find his daughter and his boyfriend sitting at the window watching the first snowfall of the season.


The first thing Niall’s aware of when he comes to is that it’s way, way too early - in fact, it’s way too dark to even be morning yet. The second thing he’s aware of is the hushed voices - not just one, his boyfriend’s, but two - from somewhere across the bedroom behind him.

He rolls onto his back, letting his arm fall to his side as he turns his head to look towards the window. He has to blink a few times to let his eyes adjust to the darkness.

The curtains have been pushed open a bit in the middle, just enough to let a little bit of moonlight into the room - it only reaches halfway across the hardwood floor, not quite touching the bed. And tucked between the curtains, silhouetted by the moonlight, Niall sees his four-year-old daughter, Erin, accompanied by his boyfriend. She’s sitting on the bench, her knees tucked beneath her and Harry’s sitting next to her, facing her, with one leg crossed between them and the one closest to the window bent in a way that has allowed her to wrap her little arms around Harry’s leg and rest her chin atop his knee.

Niall’s chest swells with pride and adoration and he’s pretty sure his heart skips several beats. He turns onto his side, tucks one hand under his pillow and uses the other to hold his blanket underneath his chin as he watches the pair whom, in turn, are so busy staring out the window they don’t even notice he’s woken up.

“Look, Hazza,” Erin whispers, her voice full of wonder as she reaches out to press the tip of her finger against the glass window. “Snow.”

Niall can practically hear Harry’s smile from across the room. “Snow, huh? How do you know it’s not rain?”

"B’cause it’s fluffy, silly,” she giggles quietly.

“Oh, silly me - how could I forget?” Harry whispers, playing along.

“‘s so pretty,” she whispers - and Niall can only just see the crooked heart she draws into the fog on the window from their breaths. “Daddy hates snow - but I love it. Like you, Hazza.” She tilts her head sideways to look at him, a toothy grin filling half of her face.

Harry smiles at her, brushing her hair away from her face with his fingers. “I know you do.”

Another wave of pride tugs at his heartstrings. It wasn’t all that long ago that Erin was very reserved around Harry, not knowing exactly what to make of him or if she even liked him. And now, with only a little bit of coaxing on Niall’s end and Harry’s hard work and dedication - also known as his natural charm - the two of them are inseparable. Erin is completely smitten with Harry, just as Harry’s always been with her.

“I want to build a snowman.”

“It’s way too early to build a snowman, munchkin,” Harry says softly. “Your daddy would have my head.”

Erin pouts at him and even from his angle, Niall can see the exact moment that Harry caves.

“Tell ya what, cherub,” he starts, adjusting his legs as he reaches out to pull her into his lap, “I’ll get you up bright and early and I’ll make your favourite pancakes for breakfast and then we’ll spend the rest of the morning making snowmen and snow forts and snow angels - and anything else you want to make. Okay?”

Erin’s eyes are wide and bursting with colour when she looks up at Harry excitedly. It’s almost the exact same look she gets on Christmas morning - especially is it’s snowing. “Promise?”

“Of course,” Harry says, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “Maybe we can even talk daddy into joining us. What do you think?”

She shrugs dramatically. “‘s worth a shot,” she whispers.

“That’s my girl.”

Erin smiles tiredly, rubbing her right fist into her eye before burrowing herself against Harry’s chest. She rests her cheek on his shoulder so she can continue to look out the window. “Hazza?” she whispers a moment later.


“Thank you.”

Niall watches the confusion flicker across Harry’s face as the brunette looks down at the little girl in his arms. A confused frown settles on Niall’s face as well as he waits, with bated breath.

“For what, babe?”

“For making daddy happy,” she murmurs distractedly, like she’s fighting off sleep. “Mommy always made daddy sad but you always make daddy happy.”

Niall’s heart sores, then, like his heart is trying to beat out of his chest.

“Well your daddy makes *me* very happy too,” Harry murmurs - and Niall can hear the lump of tears in his throat. He dips his head, buries his nose in Erin’s fine, dirty blond hair. (Niall can also tell, by the lack of reaction, that Erin has fallen back to sleep.) “You too, cherub. You make me happy too.”

“Haz,” Niall calls out softly, finally finding his voice.

Harry turns his head to look at him, a smirk playing on his lips. “I knew you were awake.”

“Come back to bed. And bring the munchkin with you.”

Harry gets up, then, cradling the four-year-old to his chest with one arm as he closes the curtains with the other. He makes his way across the room - Niall’s gaze following him all the way around to the other side of the bed.

Niall reaches out to take her and lay her down carefully in the middle of the bed under the covers so that Harry can crawl in beside both of them. He brushes the bangs out Erin’s face with the tips of fingers before reaching out to tangle them on Harry’s hand as the brunette settles, facing him. “How long did she have you up for?”

“She only came in about half an hour ago,” he whispers. “Said we had to be quiet so we wouldn’t wake you up.”

“You’re so great with her.”

Harry shrugs. “She’s a great kid. You’ve got a great kid, Ni.”

Niall shakes his head ever-so-slightly, stoking his thumb over Harry’s knuckles. “We - we have a great kid.”