but i prefer louis styles

school
  • Teacher: If I could...
  • me: FLY, I'D BE COMING RIGHT BACK HOME TO YOU
  • Teacher: I THINK I MIGHT GIVE UP EVERYTHING JUST ASK ME TO
  • me: really?!?!
  • Teacher: No, go out.
You Guys Fight But Try To Hide It From Your Friends (pt. III)

don’t worry, i’m nice this time. i wrote it exactly how you deserved it. if you’re reading this i love and appreciate you more than anything and everything. 

pt. 1 ,, pt. 2

Your phone rings in the middle of the night. You don’t get up to answer it.

It rings again, later. You weren’t sure how ‘later’ it was, but this time you were more irritable. “Who the hell is calling me right now?” You groan. You lift your head up from the comfortable dip that you had created on your pillow and reach blindly for your cellphone on your bedside table. 

Your eyes were shut until the very last second, so when you see his face and his name flashing blindingly, you let out a yelp. And just before it can click off and go to your voicemail, your thumb presses Answer

“Hello?” You sit up in your bed suddenly alert and very much aware of the lateness of the day–or the early of tomorrow.

His voice comes fast and sort. “I made a mistake.” The room is silent except for the sound of your heart thudding rapidly in your chest. “I shouldn’t have…I shouldn’t have went off on you like that, or stormed out, or left without saying goodbye, or hesitated to call you until now.”

You swallow a lump in your throat before stating, “That’s a lot of mistakes.” 

He lets out a long breath, and you can hear people moving and talking over the line. You wonder where he is, and what he’s doing. A sharp pain hits your chest when you realize you have no idea what he’s been up to. “Yeah,” Harry sighs. “I’ve been a jackass.”

“I’ve been a petty bitch,” you blurt out. There’s a stunned silence. “It’s true. I should’ve supported you more. Unconditionally,” you say, “that’s what I promised you. And I do. I support you.”

“But I love you!” Harry’s words tumble over yours messily. “And I love Darcy! I can’t believe I’m so selfish. I just need you both for the rest of my life!”

You’re smiling, and you don’t know why. “Harry!” You exclaim, a tad bit frustrated. “You have to finish this movie so Darcy and I can go see you on the big screen! You have to do this, this is huge!”

Harry hesitates, and you hear him whisper Give me a second before shuffling and confessing, “But I already miss you and Darcy so much.”

“That might just be because of our stubbornness, though,” you try. “Trust me, it’s going to get a lot better once we start organising daily calls and such.”

“It sounds like you really want me to stay in France.”

You sigh, “I want you to become the best person you can possibly be. I want you to do what you want and not be limited by anyone, not even Darcy or me. I know it would absolutely kill you to turn down this movie, so don’t! This is your big break, Harry. And I believe you will absolutely smash it.”

A long silence. Then his sharp and clear reply, “I love you so fucking much.” 

Tears pool in the small oval crest of your eyes and you smile silently to yourself. “I love you too. So much. Now, it sounds like you have to get going.”

“I do,” Harry says honestly. “Promise you’ll call me tomorrow when you wake up?”

“Of course.”


**


Months later. 

You and Harry stand side by side on the red carpet at the Dunkirk premiere. 

Cameras flashing back and forth, your names being shouted from the mouths of the paparazzi, you couldn’t be happier. And it seems as if Harry could sense it radiating off of your skin. 

He turns to you with a cheeky smile, whispering into your ear, “You look happier than you did on our wedding day.”

You flush, and you turn to face him, his arms still wrapped tightly around your waist. “I’m so proud of you,” you murmur. “I’m so, so proud.”

“You sound like my mum,” Harry teases. You look off to the side to see a patient and beaming Anne. “You look absolutely gorgeous today, do you know that? Absolutely gorgeous.”

You press your lips into a thin line. “I bet the tabloids would beg to differ.” 

Harry surprises you by tightening his grip around you and leaning in closer. His voice is deep and soft as he says, “Don’t. You are the most beautiful person I have ever had the pleasure of laying eyes on.”

You smile and wink. “Right back at you World’s-Most-Handsome-Eyes-And-Chin.” 

He laughs, “Oh shut up.” 

Hot And Bothered

In which post-concert Harry is being a horny little shit and you have to deal with it all night.

A/N: Hello once again, my fellow thirsty Harry girls!  Sooo a backstory to this: I was at the OTRA Baltimore concert Saturday (Yep. I had to watch Drag Me Down live.  I had to hear Harry’s voice in the end with my own ears.).  How am I still alive, you ask?  Well, I’m barely hanging on to my life.  The post concert depression hasn’t gone away and basically all I want to do is lay on my couch and cry because GOD I LOVE HARRY SO MUCH. So, as a result, I wrote this to maybe quench my thirst (but in reality it just made it so much worse).  Hope you enjoy!

Stay thirsty, my friends. x

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(self-indulgent Hogwarts!AU)

((astronomy//herbology))

One direction needs to come back cause I still haven’t heard If I Could Fly live yet. 

#67 You're quiet during sex and it frustates him

Louis: “Come on, babe.” Louis growled in your ear, “Show me how much you like this; being fucking in a supply closet only 5 minutes after I finished a show.” You bit your lip to control your moans, your eyes fluttering closed from the pleasure, allowing a small whimper to escape when Louis reached down and began to draw figure eights on your clit. “Say it, y/n. You’ve been so fucking quiet lately but I need you to scream my name. I love it when the boys get jealous because they hear us and they know that I can please my girlfriend.” Louis gave one particularly hard thrust, causing you to moan when he brushed against your g-spot. You quickly clamped your hands over your mouth to withhold your moans, not fully comfortable with other people knowing what you two were doing in there. Louis quickly pulled your hands away from your mouth, pinning them to the wall near your head. "Don’t hold back now. Got it? I want everyone here to know what’s happening in here and who’s causing you to feel this way.“

Liam: It was almost like a game to Liam. He wanted to tease you until you couldn’t take it anymore and you were forced to moan and yell for him to hurry up. It had always bothered Liam that you weren’t vocal in bed but he had planned to change that tonight. His hands wandered your entire body since there was nothing stopping him because your writs were tied together at the headboard. “You won’t get anything yet, baby. I need you to tell me exactlywhat you want me to do otherwise I won’t do anything.” ”Daddy, please.” You whined softly, bucking your hips up to his touch, hoping that small action would be enough for him to give into you. “That’s it, baby girl. That’s a good start but the louder you are, the more you’ll receive so you’re gonna have to do a lot better than that.” You groaned, loudly, frustrated that he was making you work for what you wanted. “D-Daddy. Please touch me. I promise that I’ll moan your name and be as loud as you want me to be but I really need you inside of me.” Liam grinned, seemingly please with your answer before he pushed himself into you, giving you no time to adjust as he pounded into you, both of your moans filling the room. “Now you’re gonna be vocal like this every time, right?” You nodded, tugging on your restraints once again in hopes that they’d come undone, though they didn’t. “Use your words, y/n.” He growled, his teeth digging into the side of your neck. “Yes, Liam! I promise!”

Niall: Niall loves to try new things in bed; he loves it hard and fast and will always give you his all in bed but, lately, he’s beginning to notice that you don’t respond to him in the ways that he’d like you to. Niall is the only one who’s moaning or making any noise really but occasionally, you’ll sigh in pleasure but, besides that, you’re mainly quiet and he can’t take it anymore. “How come you’re not vocal in bed anymore y/n?” He sighed into your neck as you both cuddled on the couch. “What do you mean, Nialler?” He pressed another kiss on your neck as he spoke again. “I mean, you used to moan so loudly that everyone in the hotel could hear you, now I rarely even get to hear you…” He said, feeling self-conscious. “Nialler, it’s not like that… I just… We’d usually get caught because of how loud we were, so I figured if I was a bit quieter we wouldn’t get caught and the other boys wouldn’t make fun of us any more.” You pressed your forehead against his as he leaned forward and connected your lips together. “Please don’t anymore,” He said once he pulled away. “I love your moans so much, I want to hear you more. I love knowing how good I make you feel.”

Zayn: You were standing in front of the mirror, fixing your outfit before you went out on a date with Zayn. Moments later, Zayn stood behind you, pushing your hair to one shoulder. “You look beautiful in those shorts.” His lips met your jaw as his hands trailed down your body, stopping at the button of your shorts. “Zayn, we’re supposed to beleaving soon…” “Lunch can wait. Right now, the only thing on my mind is fucking you right here while you can watch every single movement in mirror. You’d like that,” His fingers popped open the button and he slid your shorts down your legs with ease. “Wouldn’t you?” You nodded. “You’ll need to speak up, baby.” He growled in your ear, roughly pushing your panties to the side as he dragged his fingers across your slit, his eyes meeting yours in the mirror. “Who made you this wet, y/n?” He said, pushing his finger inside of you, wanting nothing more than for to speak up and tell him everything that you’re feeling; everything that he’s making you feel. “Fuck, i-it’s you, Zayn. Just you.” You released a loud moan and leaned back into his grip, causing his fingers to go deeper in you. ”That’s right, baby. Me. Only I could make you feel this way. No one man will ever know your body like the way that I do.”

Harry: Harry is extremely vocal in bed; always moaning and groaning out your name especially  It has always been a major turn on for you but you’re a bit more shy when it comes to intimacy. He completely understands that you’re shy and he never, ever, wants to push you into something that you’re not comfortable with but he believes that you have no reason to be ashamed of that. You’ve been together for over 2 years and haven’t really been vocal at all and it kills him to think that you don’t feel comfortable enough to be completely open with him because he would do absolutely anything for you. “You’re so perfect baby.” He says while his head’s in between your thighs, nipping at the skin there “Say my name, please baby girl?” You let out a barely audibly moan and reached down to tug on his hair. “Y/n, please just moan for me. I want to hear how good I’m making you feel.” He slips two fingers into you, curling them slightly. “Harry…” You mumble. “That’s it baby girl. By the end of the night I’ll have you screaming my name for everyone to hear.”ike

Just look at him….I swear he makes my heart flutter