but i wanted to show her harry's face


So, I’ve always been fascinated by Harry’s hands. Men’s hands in general, really, but Harry’s hands are so nice and his rings are my downfall. And I noticed quite a while ago that he seems to never wear a ring on the ring finger of his left hand. And after it was brought up by an anon on @inwhichitrytowritesomething ‘s blog, I decided a short little oneshot was in order. This was supposed to be like fluffy and cute, but it took on a mind of it’s own somewhere along the way. I had to cut it off before I got too caught up with it. Otherwise there would’ve been a full blown sex scene and probably multiple parts, and I’m already committed to a multipart fic atm. So anyway, here it is.

Please let me know if you like it and if you’d like me to do any other short little shots like this in the future. I quite like writing them :)

“Oi, what are you doing?” Harry asked, walking into his girlfriend’s flat after a day at the studio. She was sat at the desk in the corner of her living room, laptop open to a Google search of him. “If you want pictures of me, love, all you’ve got to do is ask. Be more than happy to send you a few. I’m open to requests.”

She looked at him over her shoulder and rolled her eyes. “I’m not looking at you just for the sake of looking at you, ya dolt. I was doing some research.”

“Research?” he asked, more intrigued now than he was earlier. He sidled up beside her and crouched down so he was more level with the screen where he saw various photos of himself from all sorts of events and occasions. “What research, exactly? I don’t see any reason to these photos,” he admitted.

“Okay, not really research, since I can’t actually get any facts to support a hypothesis, and I don’t have one of those either. I was just curious, really.”

“About what, pet?” He reached his hand out and lovingly palmed at her thigh where she sat on the chair. She was dressed only in a pair of panties and one of his black silk shirts that he’d worn the day before and left at her’s this morning. Her skin was soft and warm and it was comforting to him after a long day trying to figure out the final touches of his album.

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Warnings: slight smut at the end! Picture is not mine

 Inspired by “Woman”! Enjoy!

“There is something I need to show you.” He whispered against her lips, gently brushing a lose strand of hair behind her ear while offering his hand for her to grab it. There had been something that he had worked on for a very long while and now that it was finally finished, Harry was so ready to present it to her. The young girl in front of him looked at him with a slight hint of uneasiness in her eyes. She knew she shouldn’t be here in his apartment in the middle of the night and if her father ever found out about her disregard of his rules than she was completely in trouble.

People told her thousand times not get involved with Harry. They claimed he was not a good influence on anybody, trying to put him into a bad shadow. But despite all those warnings, (Y/N) still couldn’t let her fingers away from the attractive young man. It was quite impossible, no matter how much she tried. From the very first moment they met, she was so smitten with him that she instantly developed feelings for him. Feelings that were not one sided but also returned by Harry. There was no way that she would let him go. Other person’s opinions didn’t have an impact on her. She simply didn’t care.

Harry’s smile on his lips widened as she hesitantly took a hold of his hand. With their fingers intertwined, Harry led her to his bedroom where also a part of his studio was set up. Leaving her in the middle of the room once arriving, he pulled out a CD where he had recorded a special song just for her. A song which held so much meaning, love and passion behind it.

He put the CD into the music player and as he pushed the play button, soft music instantly filled the entire room. (Y/N) closed her eyes, her ears only focused on the nice melodies and a chuckle left her lips as she heard a sound that resembled quite to a duck. When she heard his voice, singing “lalala”, her heart increased its beating.

Then she felt his presence closely behind her, so close that his breath was tickling the back of her neck, causing the tiny little hairs to rise up.

“Couldn’t stop thinking about yeh while writin’ on this song.” Harry mumbled, nibbling on the soft flesh of her neck. Her eyes fluttered at the sensation that he caused within her. “Yeh were the only one that consumed my mind.”

He wrapped his arms firmly around her waist, pressing her against his hard chest.

I’m selfish I know/ But I don’t ever want to see you with him…” He sang along with his recorded voice. (Y/N) knew exactly what he was talking about. There was a time where her father tried to set her up with somebody else only to prevent her from meeting Harry. Her father was a famous lawyer and it definitely bothered him that his one and only daughter were interested in a superstar like Harry.

She still met somebody besides him but only to please her father. Her father had no idea of her secret meetings with the young man that she loved and it all happened behind his back.

“I’m selfish I know/ I told but I know you never listen…” By now, Harry swayed their bodies slowly to the rhythm. He nestled his face in the crook of her neck, inhaling her sweet scent of vanilla. This woman in his arms, the woman that he felt like protecting with his whole being, to cherish her, would be the only one in his life that he was going to love unconditionally.  

“I hope you can see/ The shape that I’m in/ While he’s touching your skin…” How much of rage did he feel in his entire body as one time he saw her so called “boyfriend” laying his dirty fingers on her. Right back then he wanted to kill him, he would have if there wasn’t his friends who held him back from fulfilling his intentions.

“He’s right where I should/ Where I should be/ But you’re making me bleed…” Harry knew that he would never be enough in her father’s eyes. He knew he would never get his blessing. He didn’t even have no clue what he did so this man showed his obvious disgust toward him. All he wanted and wished wholeheartedly was to be with this girl without any hidings.

Harry noticed how her heartbeat quickened, he could practically feel it with every fiber of his body. He wanted to show what she did to him. His fingers found their way under her chin, turning her head to the side so she could face him. Her eyes sparkled with amazement and fascination. She still couldn’t figure out that this song was about her. Soon, everybody in the entire planet was going to hear this song but none of them would found out the true meaning behind it.

His eyes went from her eyes down to her full lips. She had bitten on her lower lip quite nervously but still seductively, a gesture which turned him on, making his legs weak and all wobbly.

The atmosphere in the room had become hotter and warmer, they felt it, and yet both of them stood there, looking into each other’s eyes.

A wave of emotions flooded through (Y/N)’s body. Desire is what she felt in the first place and the need to be close to him. She wanted him to devour her, right here in his bedroom. She wanted him to make her his, once and for all.

Harry brought their lips to a heated kiss. On the background you could hear “Woman” being sung, supported by another lines of “lalala”. He fully turned her body around so their chests crashed against each other.

“Touch me, Harry.Please…” (Y/N) moaned, once pulling away and this was the only confirmation that Harry needed. Both were overwhelmed by their feelings for one another. She needed him as much as he needed her.

He ordered her to jump, steadying her legs around his hips and walking towards his bed. He softly put her down onto the covers, then hovering over her tiny frame. Slowly and carefully, they freed each other from their clothes until they were completely exposed to the opponent. Harry took a little while to admire her perfect body, to memorize every little detail of her. The little scar on her left thigh, the stretch marks on her hips. All those particularities that made her the person that she was.

The song continued in the background as he drew a trail of kisses from her chest to her belly. The sweet sounds that escaped her mouth sounded like a melody in his ears. He had never been so in love as he was with her. He looked at her passionately.

“Spread those pretty legs for me, gorgeous.” It was soft spoken but yet an order. She complied without any hesitation, giving him a view on her intimate part. Harry was good with his tongue, there was no doubt and he definitely knew how to use it. He gave her an optimum pleasure, licking and sucking her clit to her orgasm. She whimpered as she hit her climax, tugging at his curls that she fisted tightly as Harry began to eat her out. “Harry…” She spoke his name, almost begging.

Harry glanced at her once more, her body glistening with sweat and she looked like an angel in her vulnerable state. Nobody was ever going to see her like this. He would take care of it. He marked her as his own already.

Excitement rushed through their bodies and Harry did want nothing but to bury himself into her. He was aching to feel her entirely. He parted himself away from her just to take a condom which he rolled over his now hardly manhood. (Y/N)’s warm hand stroked over his tummy and the muscles under his skin clenched at her touch, leaving a tingly sensation behind. She slung her arms around his neck, forcing him down to her to connect their lips again. “God, woman, I love you so much!” He moaned against her lips.

And as he guided himself into her, carefully and gently, feeling her warmth surrounding him, it felt like heaven had opened its gates only for him.


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Heyy, I finally had time to write again. I know I have a lot of requests to do but I feel like I have to get my ideas out there right now, I’m sorry. I hope you like this though. Thank you for reading.xxx

She was proud of him.
She really was.
Of course she was, how could she not?
Harry was doing everything he always dreamed of doing and what he did was the most amazing thing ever. He filmed a movie, recorded an entire album and now his face is printed on countless magazines.
She knew he would do good but she could have never prepared for what was happening now. He was jetting between America and London, with a short stop in Paris. He was busy having meetings to figure out his next plans, especially the tour that would take him all over the world. And then there were the interviews…
Those were probably the worst for Y/N right now but not because he had to leave early in the morning to attend them on time, no. It were the questions he’s been asked.
She knew the questions would be different now because he was solo now and doing everything on his own without three boys by his side that caught the attention of the interviewer as well. But she never thought that the main topic of every interview would be his love life.
He talked about his first girlfriend ever, then Taylor Swift, then Kendall Jenner and then he wrote a song about a girl he met one goddamn time and apparently her name was Townes.
She was okay with all that before, she knew he’s been with other women before her but somehow she couldn’t help but be upset.
Harry and her were dating for a year now. A year which she thought was a happy, joyful and fun year in which they learned to love and cherish each other.
But apparently she didn’t matter to him all that much.
He didn’t talk about her even once. Not when the question came up how he’s doing privately. Not when he’s been asked who supported him while working so hard. Not when he’s been asked what the inspiration for his songs was.
And that was probably the worst. He wrote nothing about her, not a single line. There was a song about how empty and heartbroken he felt when Taylor and him broke up, there was a song about how good that stranger felt and there was a song about whoever was his only angel, it wasn’t Y/N for sure.
And even though she knew it was silly to be upset about something like that she couldn’t help it. The words he once said to her when she asked how he wrote songs kept replaying in her head.

“S'different every time. But I always write about people I love or times which been very important to me.

And every time she remembered his words she felt a pang to her heart.
He told her he loved her so many times and she knew he did, she was 100 % sure he did. And she also wasn’t worried about him cheating or whatever, she knew she was the only one for Harry. She was just maybe a tad bit jealous and sad. It was his decision what he wanted to weite about, of course, and he wasn’t obligated to write about her just because she’s his girlfriend but… it would have been nice.

Harry just got home and even though she missed him and just wanted to jump into his arms when she saw him looking all soft in that plain white shirt that was see through from the hundred times it’s been washed, she resisted. She got the last little push she needed earlier when she read comments online and everyone was talking about who and what the lyrics to his songs were about. No one believed it was about her.
“Hello, angel.” he greeted her and kissed first her forehead and then her cheek softly.
She responded with a humorless laugh and turned her face away from him to look at the ground. Angel. Ironic.
“You okay?” Harry asked her and lifted her chin to make her look at him.
“Great. Absolutely perfect.” she smiled so fake at him that anyone from afar could have seen that she was not in a good mood.
“Love, what’s going on? I can’t fix it if you don’t tell me.” he sighed impatiently.
“You can’t fix it anyway, it’s too late now.” she spat.
Harry took a step back from her when the coldness of her voice hit him. His eyes widened with shock and his mouth opened slightly.
“Did I do something?”
“Oh, no.” she waved him off.
“Then wha-”
“And that’s exactly the problem.” she interrupted him.
“What?” he asked confused.
His eyes had a bewildered look to them, flicking over her face and never knowing where to look.
“Did I forget something? It’s not your birthday and it’s also not our anniversary.”
“You forgot me.”
“What? Love, I have no idea what’s going on right now.” he almost cried out.
“Am I important to you?” she asked.
“Of course you are. You’re the most important person on this whole earth to me, baby.”
“Then why don’t you acknowledge me?”
“What? I do acknowledge you.”
“Yeah? When?”
“All the time.”
“No you don’t. When did you acknowledge me during your interview with the Rolling Stone Magazine? Most certainly not when you told them that you remember what your first girlfriend smelled like and how much you loved her. And also not when you told them how the main inspiration behind your album was Kendall Jenner. Oh, and your songs? I don’t think I broke your heart and your just a ghost now and I also don’t think my name is Townes!”
Harry’s eyes widened with shock by every word she spoke.
“Y-You’re jealous?” he asked, his voice shaky and filled with panic.
“I’m not jealous! I’m hurt!”
Harry squeezed his eyes shut when realization hit him. He didn’t realize what he had done before. He wasn’t forgetting her in any of this, he thought about her every second of every day and it was never his intention to hurt her.
“I never meant to hurt you.” he whispered and tried to reach out to grab her hand but she ripped it away from him immediately.
“Well, you did. You made me question everything, Harry. I even wondered if you feel the same way about me that I do about you.”
“Of course I do! You know that I love you. I love you more than you could ever imagine.”
“Doesn’t feel like it right now, if I’m being honest.” The pain that her words caused almost made him cry. He never ever wanted to make her doubt the love he had for her.
The truth was he didn’t know why he did it. He made it his mission from day one to keep her away from the media as much as he could. He wanted her to feel safe and comfortable around him and not worry about the options of others or what’s being said about her. He assumed he did a very good job until now and he never thought it would get to be an issue.
He wanted to keep their relationship private. Obviously, everyone knew they were together but he wanted to keep the rest away from the public eye. What they had was between the two of them and no one else.
“Love, you know how I am when it comes to you. I want to protect you from all the stuff that could happen. Don’t want anyone to talk badly about you.”
“You know what’s probably being said about me right now? That you don’t care about me, that I don’t matter.”
“But you do! I care about you so much, that’s why I try to keep you away from all that shit!”
“I get that you want to protect me but do you know how much it hurts to hear you talking about all your ex-girlfriends and how much they mean to you while you don’t talk about your current girlfriend of one year even once?”
“Love.” he sighed and grabbed her hand with a tight grip so she wouldn’t be able to remove it.
“They don’t mean anything to me anymore. Not since the second I laid my eyes on you. I’ll admit that I wrote songs about them because somehow that gives me the closure I need. And yes I’ve talked about them in interviews because I couldn’t escape, if I hadn’t said anything it would have been worse.”
Her shoulders slumped then, her eyes diverting to the floor. He was right. Of course he was. She knew from the beginning on that it was silly to be upset about all that but she couldn’t help it. She always had trouble when his past relationships were brought up. All the girls he dated were gorgeous and amazing and she couldn’t help but get insecure when she compared herself to them.
“I’m sorry.” she whispered so lowly he almost didn’t catch it.
He squeezed her hand to make her look at him and when she did he cupped her cheek gently.
“There’s nothing for you to be sorry for, alright? I should be the one apologizing, I made you doubt our relationship.”
She shook her head before she wrapped her arms tightly around his waist, burring her face in his neck. His arms went around her shoulders, clasping her sides with his hands.
“I love you, darling. Never want you to forget that.”
“I never forgot that. Just wondered for a little.”
“Don’t want you to wonder either. My love for you should be a constant in your life.”
She pulled back a little so she could look up at him.
“And it is. I was just being stupid.”
“Feeling hurt is never stupid. I was being a proper dick for not acknowledging you.”
“You weren’t. I know why you didn’t and I appreciate it.”
“Should have told them how perfect my girl is though.”
She smiled up at him and Harry swore he felt his heart skip a beat at the sight. He leaned down to press a soft kiss against her forehead, lingering his lips there for a moment.
“You know what?”
“Hmm?” she hummed.
“Should show you how much I love you so you don’t question it ever again.” he grinned cheekily.
She giggled softly and shook her head at how fast he could go from serious to cheeky.
“Horny, hm?”
“No, just want to love on you.”
He stroked a strand of hair that’s fallen into her face behind her ear, cupping her cheek and capturing her lips in a deep kiss.
He lifted one of her legs and made her wrap it around his hips. She wrapped her other leg around his body on her own, Harry supporting her with his hands on the backs of her thighs.
He carried her to their bedroom, stopping every once in a while to press her against a wall and kiss her breath away.
Once they reached their bed, he laid her down gently, hovering over her.

When she was naked he made it his mission to kiss every inch of her body, mumbling ‘I love you’ every so often.
Y/N would be lying if she said she didn’t get emotional. Sex was always connected with emotion between Harry and her and it definitely wasn’t the first time her eyes welled up with tears and a few dribbled down the sides of her face and onto the pillow. Just like every time Harry got a bit worried, asking if he did something wrong but she silenced his words with her lips against his.
The moment Harry connected them Y/N was sure she never felt so close to him. She missed exactly this and was worried about exactly this, loosing the closeness between them. Or loosing him to somebody else.
Their bodies moved against each other the way they always had, nothing changed. And Y/N knew he never shared such a moment with any of his exes, he never shared himself like that with anyone but her.
When they both got close Y/N cupped Harry’s cheeks in her hands so she would be able to watch him come undone. And when he did it was exactly what she expected, he thrusted inside of her as deeply as possible and stilled, his mouth opening and his eyes rolling back. Her own orgasm hit her when she felt the first spurt of his release coating her walls, her whole body shuddering underneath him and a strangled moan forcing itself out out of her mouth. She fought against her eyes wanting to close, the need to watch him bigger.
Harry collapsed onto her when he finished completely, careful not to hurt her. She wrapped her arms around his back and made sure he didn’t move, she didn’t want to break the connection yet. She pressed countless kisses against his shoulder and neck, covering every bit of his skin with her lips.
“Mmh, love. As much as I love lying on top of you, I don’t want you to be sore tomorrow.” he said, his voice muffled by her shoulder.
She sighed and let go of him, he was right. It happened before that she got sore because he stayed inside of her too long. When he slipped out she felt his release pour out of her and as always Harry watched amazed. He reached over to the bedside table for a tissue to clean her up, careful not to apply to much pressure onto her sensitive center.
Afterwards he laid down beside her, pulling her body close immediately. She placed her head on his chest, her face nuzzling into his skin to inhale his scent. Harry intertwined his fingers with hers, kissing her knuckles softly before dropping their joined hands onto his chest.
They laid in silence for a few minutes, no awkwardness or uncomfortable feelings settling in their stomachs. But Y/N could feel that his mind was elsewhere.
“Stop thinking so loud.” she snapped him out of his thoughts.
“Sorry, darling.” he chuckled softly and pressed a kiss to her forehead.
“M'thinking about you, though.”
“Are you?” she asked quietly and looked up at him.
“And what about me?”
“I…” he started but stopped, a frown spreading over his face.
“Hey.” she whispered and reached up to touch his face with the hand that wasn’t holding his.
“It’s just… I tried to write songs about you. I sat in the studio for hours, trying to find some words that somehow could describe the way I feel about you but… Nothing I came up with seemed to do you justice. There are no words for describing how wonderful you are or how much I love you.”
Tears welled up in her eyes at his words, she never thought about it in that way.
“I don’t want you to feel like you have to write songs about me, you know. Just because I’m your girlfriend it doesn’t mean you have to write about me.”
“I know that but you’re so much more than just my girlfriend. You’re my best friend, my family but most importantly the love of my life. And of course I want to write about you but I know that no song could ever describe our story.”
Her heart melted at his words, a few tears dribbling down her cheeks and hitting his chest.
“I love you. God, I love you so much.” she whimpered and kissed his lips over and over and over again.
Harry stroked her wild hair from her face and kept her close.
“Can you promise me to never ever question my feelings for you again? Breaks my heart when you do.”
“I’ll try.” she giggled.
Harry gave her a playfully stern look, scolding her gently.
“I promise. Think you’ve done a good job at proofing your feelings as well.” she smirked.
“Oh, have I?”
“Oh, yes. But maybe, just to make sure, you could do it again.”
“Just to make sure, hm?” he teased her.
“Just to make sure.”


Sweetness, it was Harry called her, it was how he described her, it was her. He had never met anyone so humble, so caring, so sweet. Yes he knew kind people, he had met very nice people, but none of them where as kind as her. She was gentle and soft, she cared about everyone and sometimes it was a disadvantage, people took her kindness and used it, but it didn’t make her any less kind. 

Three years together and Harry couldn’t be happier. He loved her smile, she never seemed to not be smiling and he loved it. It was always big and it matched her eyes and it made him smile. Her laugh, oh did Harry love her laugh, it was loud and he could always hear it from a room away. 

She had always supported him, she stuck by him when rumors where spread, she stuck by him when he needed her the most. She didn’t complain about his life, how one second he could be there, but the next he’s on a plane to God only know’s where. But she loved him, and everyone could see it. Her smile would widen, her eyes would light up, a dimple would appear on her cheek, and she just seemed so happy when he walked in a room. 

“Y/N!” Anne smiled, standing in a secluded section with Gemma and her friends, as well as some of Harry’s family. 

Y/n looked away from the stage towards Anne, Anne was waving over the girl. Y/N smiled, holding up a finger, indicating she would walk over in a second. But her attention was caught by someone else, a fan. The girl was standing near the front, shaking, she gripped on to her phone but Y/N could tell she was overwhelmed. 

“Hi,” Y/N says softly, patting her back, the girl turns, “are you okay?”

The crowd of girls waiting for Harry seem to quiet down, watching Y/N with the fan, “I’m o-okay,” she stuttered. 

“Are you sure? You look like you could faint, do you need a drink? Some air? It’s a little stuffy here isn’t it?” Y/N smiled, rubbing her back, “what’s your name?”

“Lila,” the girl answered. 

“Are you sure you’re okay Lila?” Y/N asked, worry laced in her voice. 

Lila shakes her head, “I-I’m fine, i-it’s just,” she cries. 

“It’s just what?”

“I’m seeing him-he saved my life Y/N,” Lila cried, the scars visible on her arms, “he’s the reason I’ve held on a-and I-I’m h-here,” she says through hiccups. 

The fan takes in a deep breath, but it’s clear she’s not okay. Y/N wraps an arm around her, “hey, hey, it’s a bit overwhelming innit? Why don’t you come with me? It’s less crowded over in my area,” Y/N offers, “we can calm down, have a drink, watch him preform, yeah? And if you’re up for it maybe we can arrange for you to come back stage.”

Lila shakes her head, “he wouldn’t want to meet me.”

“Are you kidding me!” Y/N pulls away, gripping the girls shoulders, looking into her eyes, “Harry would probably be more excited to see you than he would to see me, he loves you Lila, he loves everyone in this room, your support means the world to him.”

Y/N smiled, hugging her once more, “now, would you like to come with me?” she asked, pulling away. 

Lila nods, and Y/N grabs her hand. Leading her towards Anne, the guard lets her in and she smiled, “hi Anne,” Y/N hugs her, “this is Lila, she’s a fan of Harry’s. She was a bit overwhelmed so she’ll be joining us.”

“Hi Lila,” Anne smiled, holding out her hand. 

Lila shakes it and keeps close to Y/N, “Harry just texted me and told me to tell you that you look very nice and he’s very upset you didn’t come backstage,” Gemma says, kissing y/n’s cheek. 

“I just got here!” Y/N laughs, “I literally stepped in and I saw that the show starts in five, I was going to say hi, but my new friend Lila needed more.”

“Eh, let him suffer,” Gemma shrugs, “he can’t get his way all the time.”

The lights dim and Y/N places her arm around Lila’s shoulder, hugging her, Harry walks out and people scream, “you’re doing great sweetie,” Y/N yelled loud enough for Harry to hear. 

Harry looks up, squinting, “I can’t see you, but I heard you,” Harry says into the microphone, “hi sweetness.”

Y/N laughs, “do you want something to drink?” she asked Lila, Lila shakes her head. 

“Are you coming?” Y/N smiled, as Lila freezes outside Harry’s dressing room door, from outside they can hear his laugh, “he won’t bit I promise.”

The door is pulled open and Harry steps out, beaming. He grabs Y/N, spinning her around, causing her to laugh, “did you see me? They loved me!” he says, setting her down, cupping her face, “are you okay? did you enjoy the show?”

“I’m fine,” Y/N giggled, “I did see you Harry, you were amazing, I swear you get better every time,” she grabs one of his hands, kissing it, “but I want you to meet my friend Lila.”

Lila stands behind y/n, cheeks pink, “h-hi.”

“Hi,” Harry grins, stepping aside, “is it alright if I hug you?” 

Lila nods and Harry wraps his arms around her. Y/N stands back, a smile on her face, “that was really nice of you,” Anne whispered, “you didn’t have to bring her backstage.”

“He means the world to her,” Y/N whispers, “you should’ve heard her story Anne. I mean yeah Harry is talented, a so talented, and he has this effect on people, but he’s helping them as well. He makes people so happy.”

“You make him happy,” Anne squeezes her arm, “without you he wouldn’t be this happy.”

Y/N smiled, “I love him. He deserve everything he has gotten, I can’t imagine how proud you must be.”

“Thank you so much Y/N!” Lila beams, wrapping her arms around the other girl. 

“Thank you, for making Harry’s dreams come true,” Y/N whispered, hugging the girl tighter, “promise me you won’t hurt yourself Lila.”

Lila steps back, nodding, “thank you so much, you have no idea how much this means to me,” Lila responds. 

Harry lays in bed, wrapping his arms around Y/N and pulling her close. She let’s out a small moan, shifting, “I’m asleep,” she mumbled, turning to place her head under his chin. 

“You’re so amazing, I know you always tell me I am-but y/n you’re beyond amazing,” Harry shakes his head, “your heart is just-it’s so big.”

“I wish I could break off a piece and give it to everyone,” she yawns. 

Harry chuckled, “I know you aren’t even kidding,” he says, “but seriously, what you did today, you made her day.”

“No you made her-”

“No,” Harry pulls her closer, wrapping his leg around her, “if it weren’t for you I wouldn’t have met her, she wouldn’t have met me. You could’ve come backstage and ignored her, you could have left her there after the show, you didn’t have to do any of that, but you do. You always go out of your way for others and I love you so much for that.”

“I love you more,” Y/N mumbles, kissing his chest, “you’re my life.”

“You’re my life,” Harry repeats. 

She pulls the blanket up higher, tucking it under her chin, “I’m gonna marry you y/n,” he says. 

“I’m gonna marry you,” she repeats. 

“I really am, I can’t imagine my life with anyone else,” Harry says. 

“I love you,” she says. 

“I love you more sweetness,” he says, kissing her forehead.

Part Two

Hi, here’s me trying to write Drarry

“au where harry james potter has a youtube channel in which he tells story times about himself and shit that happens with him and bam one day he and Draco Beauty Guru Malfoy collaborate: Harry tells a story time while Draco does his make up”- @saintdrarry

Harry James Potter started his youtube channel at the age of 18, when he moved out of the Dursley’s and into an old London mansion he inherited from his late godfather.

  • He goes to uni for European History (he wants to be a professor because he’s a neeeeerd) .
  • His first video- “Welcome to this Grim-old Place!”
  • Ron, Hermione, Neville, Luna, and Ginny are constantly in his “daily” vlogs
    • Tbh he’s shit at being daily, it’s mainly when he can be bothered to go outside
  • He loves to walk around the city with his dogs, Hedwig (a Samoyed), and Padfoot (a Great Dane-also called a boarhound)
  • Often, they go to a small bookshop owned by Xenophilius Lovegood (who always lets animals in) and read for hours
  • He likes to put glasses on his dogs while the lay down and drool over “doggy books” (chew toys in the shape of books) and Instagram it
  • He likes to walk around the house and make up stories about the Blacks, and then ends them all by looking at the camera, very seriously, and saying, “Their ghosts will murder me in my sleep, I’m Sirius, goodnight.”

  • Often, though, he just makes videos at the end of the day telling about his life.
  • His best videos are the drunk ones at all the youtube parties-or the ones when he’s home alone
    • An excerpt from one such video, where he is sitting on a desk chair backwards-”you guys, i gotta be honest with you. Boys are hot as fucK
      • He fell off the chair during that last word
  • The channel gains popularity, and he has like 4 million subs by the time he turns 20
  • His most watched video (with like 15 mil views!!) is “My Coming Out Story
    • The Thumbnail is of him and Ginny sitting on his bed
    • The description is, “Hi im not gay. Im not straight. Im certainly not dating Ginny. Yes, I used to. No, I don’t have an s/o atm.
    • Luna pops up about 30 seconds in, kisses Ginny for 10 seconds while Harry very awkwardly looks at the camera, and then leaves with Ginny.
    • Newsflash: he’s bi af.
  • His second most watched video is about his mum and dad, and everyone cries watching it.
    • They died protecting him in an attempted robbery from a gang when he was very little
    • He also talks about Sirius and Remus
    • Sirius died by being killed by a gang member (after spending 12 years in prison for “being one”
    • Remus died from Cancer
  • Another video is where Luna, Ginny, and Hermione do his hair and choose his wardrobe for a daily vlog
    • He lost a bet
    • His hair is long, so Hermione puts it in a french braid and ties it up in a messy bun
    • They then spend a few minutes talking about how Hermione’s coarse hair has a different care process
    • Ginny chooses an orange button up shirt and faded dungarees for the outfit
    • Luna just elects to put glitter/stick-on jewels on Harry’s face because, she says, it will really pop on his dark skin
  • After that video they film a vlog in which they go to the London Zoo, which is quite near Grimmauld Place
  • Harry really likes the glitter, so he searched Youtube for makeup tutorials and found the one, the only, Draco Malfoy
  • While watching his videos, Harry always notices how clean his workspace was
    • Harry’s house was constantly a mess, but he always cleaned on Sundays-he really did!
  • Also, Malfoy was cold, hardly ever expressing emotion
  • He was brutally honest and loved a challenge
    • Blaise Zabini and Pansy Parkinson (two other beauty gurus) often pop up in his videos
  • Malfoy has one video up about the racist comments he receives for his friends being, well, not white
    • He rants for 15 minutes about how real MUA’s should be able to do makeup on all people, not just white people
  • Apparently, Malfoy has his own line of makeup, called, of course, “Malfoy”
  • All of his videos were makeup related, but his other social media (what no, Harry didn’t stalk) shows his normal life-perfectly pristine and flawless in every way, with a hint of crude humor on Tumblr
  • He was never seen in public without a full face of makeup; his eyeliner could cut a bitch.
  • He didn’t have any pets, but his parents owned an estate with peacocks and horses
    • Draco had a Friesian called Atticus (After Atticus Finch, of course)
    • Anyways, Draco lives in London as well and goes to uni for English
  • One day, Harry emails Draco asking if he wants to collab.
    • This was after weeks of obsessing and multiple friends yelling at him to “just find the boy and snog him”
  • Technically, Ron and Hermione wrote and sent the email
  • When Draco reads it, his heart stops
    • Wow who knew that Draco had been low-key obsessed with Harry the whole time?
    • I did. I’m the author
    • Also, you did. This is a cliche and I am loVING IT
    • Anyways, back to the story.
  • He immediately calls Pansy and yells at her to go to his flat
    • They spend 20 minutes crafting the perfect respons
  • 3 days later, a bare-faced Draco Lucius Malfoy shows up on Harry James Potter’s front doorstep. 
  • He steps in, and Harry offers a cuppa
  • He accepts, and they talk for almost two hours before starting to film.
  • Draco sets up his makeup and hair stuff on a desk next to the camera, and has Harry sit down on a stool opposite his own
  • Harry decides he’s going to talk about his godson, Teddy, and tells Draco so
  • Draco just stares at Harry for about two minutes before bursting out laughing and informing Harry that Teddy is his cousin
  • Eventually, they start filming.
  • Draco decided a long time ago that Harry would be golden, and makes him up that way-from bright eyelids to shiny cheekbones
    • His lips were a matte brown nude with a shimmer on them
  • In the meantime, Harry chattered on about his bus ride with Teddy and how the kid’s hair was bright red, and it almost seemed pink in the sun
  • When they were done, Harry saw how he looked and gasped
    • “Don’t you dare cry, Potter, you’ll ruin everything”
  • After they turned off the camera, Harry worked up the courage to ask Draco out
  • Draco, of course, said yes, and kissed Harry softly on the mouth
    • “Oi, you’ll mess up my makeup” “The lipstick is special, it’s made to stay on. Anyways, I can always do it again.”

They then lived happily ever after goodnight.

just a break- h.s imagine

Originally posted by ohstylesno

Harry and Y/N were the couple that everyone envied. Their love was something you only saw in fairytales. It was something your parents told you that once you found something so magical and so spectacular, don’t ever let go. It was them against the world. But what happens when everyone is waiting for them to crumble? What happens when the spotlight comes too much? What happens if your love wasn’t as strong as everyone thought it was?

“What happened to us?” Y/N whispered softly as Harry held her on his lap while sitting on the cold floor of his apartment. Harry sighed and closed his eyes while placing a gentle kiss on top of her head. For the past couple of weeks, the couple have been doing nothing but arguing with one another. Whether they were yelling about silly things such as not placing a dirty dish into the dishwasher or yelling about articles accusing things such as cheating; they were constantly yelling.

“I don’t know, love.” Harry sighed while playing with the ends of Y/N’s hair. “Maybe we should take a break..”

Y/N quickly turned her head and looked at Harry. “A break? I..I know we’ve been fighting a lot lately-“

“We’ve been fighting constantly, love” Harry said while looking down at his hands.

“I know but..a break? How is that going to make anything better? If anything it’s going to drive us even more apart than we already are!” Y/N exclaims while getting off Harry’s lap, tears already surfacing her eyes.

Harry quickly grabbed Y/N’s hands and looked into her eyes that once carried so much love for him but now held hurt from his words. “It’s not a permanent break, love! Maybe..maybe until I leave for tour, yeah? We just need time to cool off from everything! We need to figure out where we fit into each other’s life.”

Y/N choked back on a sob. “Where we fit into each other’s life? Harry, you’re my entire world. Is it because you want to see other people while you’re on tour? Is it because you don’t want to have to worry about the burden of your girlfriend back at home?!”

“You know I would never even think about someone who isn’t you! Why would you accuse me of that!” Harry stood up and began walking into the kitchen.

“Because you said you wanted a break! How is that supposed to make me feel..” Y/N shouted as she followed Harry into the kitchen. Harry turned back around and looked at his girlfriend of two years with tears in his eyes. “It’s supposed to make you feel loved. It’s supposed to show you that I love you and that I want this relationship to continue forever but it won’t if we’re constantly fighting. This break is going to give us that opportunity. It’s going to show how much we mean to each other.” Harry walked up to Y/N and grabbed her waist and pulled her closer. “Please Y/N. Please see it that way. Please see it as a way to bring us together again..” Harry cried while burying his face into the crook of Y/N’s neck.

Slowly Y/N wrapped her arms around Harry’s neck and pulled him closer. They held onto each other for what felt like a lifetime. “Okay..” Y/N eventually said while sniffing and rubbing her bloodshot eyes. “We’ll take a break.”

“Just a break..” Harry whispered into her ear with his closed.  

But it wasn’t just a break. After that night at Harry’s apartment, the two shared their “last night” together. That night, Harry showed Y/N just how much he meant to her again and again. 

Eventually Harry left for tour. Y/N cried into his arms at the airport while Harry shushed her and whispered, “Just for a little while, lovely.” But when Harry left, he left her physically and emotionally. His calls were rare and his texts were forced. Y/N was heartbroken. What became her biggest fear from the break came true. What was promised to be just a break turned out to be just the end of their relationship.

hey guys! this was my first imagine ever and i am so nervous about it! omfg as im writing this, my hands are shaking. please let me know what you guys think! please let me know if i should continue or not! thanks for reading! all the love, taylor.

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Ellen DeGeneres (Part 2)

Read Part 1 | Requests are open 

You stood up from your seat and turned around to see Harry come out from the corner of the stage with a bouquet of white roses in his hands. His hair was neatly done, three buttons from the top of his black printed shirt undone, and suede boots on his feet. He waved to the audience who were all standing. You were speechless the entire time, your hand stuck over your mouth, eyes wide.

“Oh my God,” you said breathlessly as Harry handed you the bouquet of roses. He bowed his head to place a soft, quick kiss on your lips. “What are you doing here?” You couldn’t believe your eyes. What was he doing there?

Harry spoke low, “Hello, baby.”

“Hello,” you responded, giggling and happy.

Ellen stepped toward the two of you to greet Harry with a hug. “Good to see you,” they said to one another before taking their respective seats. Harry sat beside you on the couch with his legs crossed and one arm around your shoulders while his other hand held yours.

“Did you two plan this?” you asked Ellen; then turned to Harry, “You’re supposed to be leaving for London.”

Harry just chuckled. “Should I go now?”

You gripped his hand tighter, “No. Definitely no.” The audience laughed.

“Harry, what do you have planned in London?” Ellen asked.

“I have a few appointments and bookings in London. I also have a few shows lined up there to promote the album,” he answered her. You felt him intertwine his fingers with yours. He turned to face the audience, “Ellen, you’ve got a great crowd here today.” The audience clapped and cheered at Harry’s comment.

“How did this happen?” you asked Ellen and Harry.

“Harry was the mastermind behind all of this,” Ellen smiled.

“No, no, Ellen helped for sure,” Harry added, sharing the credit. “Today’s our anniversary. I wanted to spend today with you before I fly out.”

“You remembered!” you smiled. You took his face into your hands and kissed his lips. “Happy anniversary,” he whispered. “Happy anniversary,” you whispered back. You turned your attention back on Ellen. “I’ve never had this much public display of affection on my show. We’re rated-G, you know,” she said teasingly. You felt yourself blush, very much embarrassed. You looked to a smiling, confident Harry for reassurance. “Thank you so much for the surprise,” you told Harry and Ellen.

“Happy anniversary, you two,” she said. “So, what are your plans for your anniversary?”

You and Harry exchanged looks at one another. “Well, I’m flying out to London tomorrow. I’ll be there for a couple of weeks. But tonight, I was thinking dinner.”

Ellen raised an eyebrow, “Just dinner?” She scoffed and the audience laughed with her. “What are you eating out– I mean, where are you eating out?”

You and Harry burst out in laughter. “Oh my God,” you said in between laughs, “Ellen.”

Harry tried to compose himself. “I thought you were rated-G.”

Ellen shifted her eyes onto her very entertained audience. “I’m sure our audience, and myself,” she added, “are very curious as to how relationships work in this industry. Are we not?”

“Yes!” the audience shouted in unison.

“How do you make it work?” she asked.

“Lots of planning and adjustments,” you answered. “It’s not easy, especially now, as we’re both getting super busy. But if there’s a will, there’s a way.”

“I’m sure there is,” she responded suggestively. “So I’ve got a gift for the two of you,” she pulled out a box wrapped in shimmering silver wrapping paper with a large bow placed on the top. “Oh wow,” you said, as Ellen handed you the box. “You shouldn’t have. I wonder what’s inside…” You placed the box on the coffee table. Harry scooted forward to watch as you opened the box.

Inside the box, you found a throw pillow with a selfie of Ellen printed on one side and “Happy Anniversary, love Ellen” on the other in cursive writing. “This is great,” Harry laughed as he hugged the pillow. “I love this. We’ll definitely use this.”

“Thank you so much, Ellen,” you added.

“Now Portia and I’s anniversary is August 18th, 2008. We expect something to come in the mail from you two that day,” she stated.

You and Harry both chuckled. “Yes, you can count on that,” you assured her.

“Everyone let’s give everyone a round of applause and a happy anniversary to Y/N and Harry! You all are receiving a pre-ordered copy of Y/N’s new album ‘Walk with Me’. Thank you all. See you tomorrow!” she waved to her audience. You and Harry took a small bow.

You and Harry were in a big, black Escalade with incredibly tinted windows, on your way to an Italian restaurant in Beverly Hills. You were scrolling through you twitter when you noticed something. “Oh my God,” you said.

“What is it, love?” Harry asked, looking over your shoulder.
“We’re trending,” you said, handing him your phone.

You saw a smile spread across Harry’s face. “Hashtag happy anniversary Harry and Y/N,” he read out loud.


A/N:  My lovely betas ( @niallandharrymakemestrong, @melissas173, @emulateharry, and @little-black-dress-24) deserve so much credit for putting up with me.  Thank you, ladies, for making my days brighter and my burdens lighter!

TRIGGER WARNING!  Self-harm is discussed in this part. 

Get caught up here.  

When I arrive at his house the next morning, I’m soaked through due to the rain. Luckily, my duffel is waterproof, so my clothes inside are fine. I’m fairly confident that he ignores my first few buzzes while he watches the water dripping down my face in the security monitoring feed before he lets me in through the gate. He makes me wait at the front door, and I know that he’s trying to piss me off, so I vow to pretend that everything is completely normal. But that won’t stop me from being as petty as he is.

When he finally opens the door, I greet him with a simple “Good morning, Harry” before I trail a wet path across his floor on my way to the loo for a hot shower. His protests follow me, but I pay no mind. If he’d been faster about opening the gate and the door, I might have been more careful about dripping on his precious floor.

Emerging 22 minutes later to the sight of him putting away a mop, I’m dressed in blue jeans with a simple t-shirt. It’s one of my favorite t-shirts as I earned it while working the Follow the Yellow Brick Road Tour in 2014. Working with Elton had been a blast, and was the first tour I’d worked, although I hadn’t worked it solo. I was part of a team for that tour, and we had traded off hours. Unfortunately, I’d had to leave the tour early due to circumstances beyond my control. I will never, ever be sorry for exiting that job early; Elton had understood when I’d explained, and I’d worked private security for him on a few events since then.

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Music Series: Almost Is Never Enough by Ariana Grande & Nathan Sykes

I think I have two or three requests for this one, and it finally came around in the queue, so looking forward to writing it! Beautiful song. Imagine came to me instantly. Thank you for requesting!

Almost Is Never Enough” by Ariana Grande and Nathan Sykes. You can listen to it HERE on my Spotify playlist called ‘I Love You Long Time’.

If you have not listened to this song, or do not remember it, stop and have a listen before you read this imagine. It really sets the tone, I think.

Beautiful…lyrics, piano, vocals… xo



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Dear Journal,

It’s been 15 years today since Sirius’ mother died. He was sad and he hated himself for it. He hated her and felt guilty for mourning her. He was trying to show everyone how she didn’t affect him and how her death meant nothing to him. He was sitting on the balconny, alone, looking at the forest with a blank face.

“Do you want breakfast honey?” I asked him, standing in the door frame.

“No thanks.. i’m not hungry..” he said.

“Babe..” i said, sitting next to him and laying my hand on his thigh.

“How come i’m so sad? I hated her! Sometimes I would even wish that she’d die! And now I feel all guilty and mad at myself…” He said, his jaw clenching.

“Sirius she was your mother.. Being sad about her is the most normal thing. Even if you had hard times, she’s still your mother.. you can be sad.” I said, brushing his hair away from his forehead.

“But she was horrible.. why do I have this feeling?” He said, tears in his eyes.

“Oh c'mere baby…” I said, holding him into my arms. “You feel sad because you also remember all the good memories of her.. It’s okay love, don’t be so mad at yourself for crying.. don’t be..” i whispered.

I held him and tried to calm his shaky breaths. He hated himself so much for caring. He wished he could just forget her and move on. But she hurt him. Physically and emotionally. It was a big part of him. Even if it was a bad one. It was scar on his heart.

It started to rain so I took him inside and sat him on the couch, wrapping him in the fluffiest blanket. Teddy was at James Sirius’ for the day and night. I don’t know if him being around would’ve helped Sirius or do the opposite. Sirius was so scared to be like his parents.

“Are you sure you don’t want to eat? I can make you anything.” I said, resting on my knees in front of him.

“Can you make me soup?” He asked, hoping I would say yes.

“Of course I can love. Stay here, i’ll go make it for you and then we can cuddle and watch a movie what do you think?” I smiled, brushing my thumb on his cheekbone.

He smiled slightly and leaned in to give me a small kiss. The kind of kiss that said “thank you”.

“That would be lovely.” He said.

I made him his favorite soup and picked up a few pillows from our bedroom. I hated seeing Sirius sad. He was always the bubbly and flirty guy that made everyone crack a smile. So when he was sad, i just felt like making him better.

After watching the movie cuddled up, he asked me to read to him. He was exhausted.

“What book would you like love?” I asked.

“Read me your journal. From when we were teenagers. The night we kissed.” He said.

“Okay.. but don’t laugh!” I chuckled.

“I won’t, i promise.” He smiled.

He layed his head on my chest and closed his eyes. We heared the rain tap the window faster and harder. we looked outside and saw dark clouds in the sky. Sirius looked at me, knowing I am scared of thunder.

“It’s okay you can go to sleep, I’ll be fine.” I said to him.

“Are you sure? Just wake me up if you’re scared okay.. I won’t mind.”

“Okay. Now lay back down and close your eyes.”

He layed his head on me again and i played with his hair.

“Dear Journal..” And I read to him until he fell asleep.

July 7th 2014

Find the Dummy, Dummy

Characters: Sam, Dean, Reader, Harry and Ed (aka the Ghostfacers)

Warnings: Language

A/N: This is for @thing-you-do-with-that-thing ‘s SPN Hiatus Writing Challenge - Week 7. I used the prompt “Stop filming me, moron!” and it’s bolded in the story. This is unbeta’d so if it’s not good then I’m terribly sorry. It was kind of fun to write, though, so that’s all that really matters. Let me know what you think. Thanks so much for reading! 

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“Vent Haven Museum of Fort Mitchell, Kentucky,” Ed narrated as Harry zoomed his camera in on the sign reading the same information. The camera panned over to Ed who continued his speech. “The world’s only museum for ventriloquial figures and memorabilia.” He tried to lean casually against the sign but was a few inches too far away, causing him to go wide-eyed with surprise as his arm fell through the air. He quickly straightened back up and awkwardly folded his arms over his chest. “Since its founding in 1973, the proprietors and staff have noted what they felt was the presence of a spirit or spirits lurking around what was once the home of the founder, William Shakespeare Berger. Over the past few months, there have been several strange accidents. One of the staff members fell down the stairs and said she was pushed. Another had terrible scratches down her arms.”

Harry moved his camera’s focus off of Ed and began to pan over to the large Victorian house that stood behind them. The street it sat on was quiet and unassuming. “Tonight,” Ed continued as the camera landed back on his face, “The Ghostfacers will spend the night here to see what answers we can discover. The who’s, the what’s, the why’s.” His face was serious as he looked straight into the camera as it tightened its zoom. “Join us, will you?”

“And… cut! That was great, Ed,” Harry said with a little excited hop. “Tonight’s going to be great. This is the sort of thing people want to see. Creepy ventriloquist dummies, old Victorian houses, quiet neighborhoods. I’m telling you, man, this could be our shot.” He reached down and grabbed a couple bags of gear and hoisted them to his shoulders.

“You’re right, Harry,” Ed said as he followed suit. “Let’s get inside and get set up.”

It wasn’t long before the two had their equipment set up and night fell. All that could be heard was their breathing as they stood in the main room filled with hundreds of seated ventriloquist figures. From down the hall a door squeaked open and the two men held their breaths. Footsteps sounded on the wooden floors as they grew closer and closer. “Holy shit, Ed! Are you getting this?” Harry whispered.

“I’m getting this, buddy,” Ed’s whisper was panicked but excited.

The footsteps grew louder. They were around the corner from the two men now. Harry and Ed turned their flashlights off and waited with their cameras at the ready. A tall, bow-legged figure filled the doorway and shone their flashlight over the two cowering men.

“Oh for fuck’s sake,” Dean sighed.

“What is it?” Sam said as he peaked his head over his brother’s shoulder. He caught sight of Harry and Ed. “Shit,” he cursed under his breath.

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For the Love of Harry, Chapter Seven

Trigger warnings: Kidnapping, physical assault, attempted sexual assault


“She would have told me if she wasn’t going to be here!” Harry insists, as he tells his people you are missing. He paces back and forth, his fingers constantly finding his hair.

“Tell me again…” Jeffrey starts.

“The driver that was supposed to pick her up from work to bring her home said someone called him on my behalf, saying she didn’t need a ride tonight,” Harry explained again. “I didn’t make that call or ask anyone to make it for me! Isn’t that proof enough that something has happened?”

“What time did she get off work?” the police investigator asked.

“She gets off at 5 every night unless she works late for some reason,” Harry answered, taking a deep breath.

“And have you tried calling her workplace, or any friends that she may be with?” he asks.

“Her supervisor said she left regular time, and the only friend she would have left with is her best friend, who hasn’t seen her,” Harry’s voice said, shaking a bit.

“Hey,” Jeffrey says, placing a hand on Harry’s shoulder, “We’ll find her, okay?” Harry nods nervously.


“Open this door and let me out right now!” you demand, trying to open the locked doors.

“Babes, just relax, alright?” Alex says to you, trying to calm you. He tries to hold your hand but you pull it away quickly.

“I am not your babes!” you yell at him. “Do you realize that kidnapping is a crime? Are you a complete idiot?”

“I just want to talk to you!” he insists. “You won’t let me talk with you.”

“Alex!” you scream. “You had a fake driver pick me up, then jumped in the car down the street and locked me inside, not to mention you hit me recently! Now, ask yourself why I might not want to talk to you!”

“I understand,” he says calmly. “I apologized for hitting you, but in all fairness, you deserved it, didn’t you? Pay for our sins, don’t we?”

“So now you’re our lord and savior?” you ask, growing more angry. You grab your phone and start to dial Harry’s number but Alex grabs the phone out of your hand. “Give me my phone!”

He tucks it into his pocket and ignores your request. “Sweetheart, you are going to come back to my apartment and, once you are calm and cooperating, we are going to have a little talk.”

“The fuck we are,” you say. You reach for your phone again, until you feel Alex’s fist smash your cheek and see your world fade to black.


Jeffrey opens Harry’s front door as the investigator returns.

“We retrieved the surveillance footage from her workplace,” the investigator informs. “This is the car she got into.” They watch a copy of the footage showing you walk from the building to the car and getting inside, then the car pulling away. “We’ve checked the car and it was rented. We’re working on finding out who rented it and who the driver is.”

“God, I can’t believe this is happening,” Harry exhales, watching as the footage of you getting into the car plays again. “Where could she be, Jeffrey? Who’s taken her?”

“Mr. Styles,” the investigator continues. “I assure you we are doing everything in our power to find her.”

Harry looks at him, lost, for a moment, then nods. “Thank you.”


The pounding in your head wakes you. Your eyes slowly open as the ceiling of the room comes into view. You blink, trying to gain better focus of your surroundings. Where am I? you wonder. You look around the tiny room, sparse of furniture and not very clean. There is a musty, dingy smell that makes you crinkle your nose. You pull yourself to sitting up, your hand quickly finding your thumping skull as the memory of why your head hurts so badly comes back to you.

You look around the room, gloomy and dark, save for a lamp with no shade in one of the corners, it’s bulb burning dimly to keep the room from being a cave from the large boards over what must be windows. What in the hell? What has he done?

“Well, did you have a nice little nap, sweetheart?” you hear Alex say behind you as he walks in from another room. “Didn’t think you were ever going to wake up!”

“Maybe if you hadn’t smashed my head with your fist…” you start.

“That was not my fault,” he smiles at you, shaking his head. “You were not cooperating. I told you I just want to talk with you, and you treat me so cruel.”

“I treat you cruel?” you scoff. “Are you fucking kidding me right now? Who is holding whom hostage?”

“Hostage?” Alex questions in shock. “You’re not my hostage! You’re my girlfriend!”

“The hell I am!” you yell. “Alex, this is kidnapping! Even you should be able to see that!”

Alex ignores your comment and smiles. “Want to see something?” he says, looking at you sweetly. “I got something for you.”

“I don’t want anything from you,” you spit. “I want to go home. Now!”

“Look,” Alex says, ignoring your demand. He opens the breast of his shirt, revealing a tattoo on his chest, which is your name with a rose next to it. “I got it for you, darling. Now you are forever next to my heart.”

You were in shock. You could not believe he got a tattoo because of you.

“You’re insane,” you say pointedly. “You…are insane!”

You stand quickly causing your head to spin. Alex jumps to grab your arm and sets you back down on the bed.

“Careful, princess,” he instructs. “Mustn’t endanger yourself while your head is not well.”

You pull your arm from his grasp and look at him with disgust. He leans to you, trying to kiss you and you push him away.

“No! Stop it!” you yell at him. “Stay away from me!”

You instinctively grab a glass vase with dead flowers that is setting on the table next to the bed, hurling it at Alex’s head, breaking as it makes contact with his scalp. Alex yells in pain as you stand to run away, but feel his hand grab your leg and pull you to the ground. You fight him with every ounce of strength that you have, kicking him in the balls, causing him to fall to the floor in pain. You stand and run to the door of the apartment, struggling to open it. You stare unbelievingly at the locks stacked one on top of each other down the length of the door. You begin to cry slightly, realizing each lock required a key to open. You look around, searching for a key, then feel another blow to your head, as you drop to the floor in blackness.


Harry opens the front door of his home, allowing Kari to come inside. She immediately wraps her arms around him, tears streaming her face. He comforts her, then leads her to a chair to sit in.

“Where is she, Harry? Why hasn’t anyone found her yet?” Kari begs, crying and wiping her face with a tissue.

“I wish I knew, love,” Harry says, holding her hand in his. “The police are searching and trying to find her. They are going to be showing her photo on the news and in the papers, hoping someone somewhere has seen her. I wanted you to know before it happened.”

Kari nods her head and wipes her running nose. “This is just crazy! Do they have any suspects of who may have taken her, at least?”

Harry clinches his jaw and shakes his head.

“I’ve hired my own investigators to work with the police to try and find her,” Harry tells her. “We’ll find her, sweetheart. We just have to.” Harry hugs her again, trying to comfort your best friend, knowing she is hurting just as much as he is.


Your eyes slit open as your head spins again. So tired. You feel like you could sleep for a week. You lift your head and look in front of you, seeing you are sitting in one of the dining chairs at the table. Your arms are secured somehow behind the back of the chair, and your feet around the front legs. You try to free yourself, but you are zapped of strength and nauseous.

“Good morning, sunshine! I’m fixing us some breakfast. You must be hungry! You ate nothing last night,” Alex said as he stirred the eggs on the stovetop. “Still like scrambled eggs, I’m guessing?” He looks at you, expecting you to speak or at least nod, but you just look at him in shock. “Oh, come on now. This isn’t so bad, is it? We lived together for two years. I suppose I owe you a few meals now.”

You watch him as he cooks the eggs, and butters toast after it pops up from the toaster on the counter. As he pours you both a glass of juice, you take the opportunity to scope out the apartment. The apartment seemed large, although it didn’t have much furniture and no decorations, so maybe it just appeared larger than it was. You notice again the large pieces of wood covering all of the windows. There was a sofa and one chair, the dining table and two chairs, a door that had led to the little bedroom you awoke in the day before, and another door which you assumed led to the bathroom. You are shocked out of your visual tour by the sound of a plate and fork being sat on the table in front of you, with a glass of juice next to it. Alex sat in the other chair, moving it close to you. You felt his hand on your knee under the table and tried to move your leg away the best you could with being bound to a chair.

“Eat up, now,” Alex grins.

“Yeah?” you ask. “And how the fuck am I supposed to do that? Untie my hands!”

“I can’t do that, now can I?” Alex teases with a giggle. “Someone hasn’t learned how to control her temper.”

Alex takes your fork, digs it through the food, and holds it to your mouth. You pull your head back away from the fork, refusing to eat.

“You need to eat, babes,” Alex insists. “You need to keep up your strength. Can’t have you weak for that animalistic sex we’re going to have later.” He laughs at the look you give him. “I tease…that will come later. I know you aren’t ready for that again yet.”

You couldn’t believe how delusional he was. You knew he didn’t take the breakup well, but this was crazy. Alex tries again to get you to eat but you move your face away from him.

“Alright, have it your way,” Alex says, eating the bite himself and scraping the food off your plate and onto his. “But at some point, you’re going to have to eat.”

After what must have been hours of sitting in that chair, you realize you are nodding off to sleep. You jolt awake when you hear Alex yawn loudly. He flips through the tv channels, not finding anything he wants to watch.

“I have to pee, Alex,” you say to him directly. He ignores you. “Alex!” He looks at you, then throws the remote on the sofa next to him, seeming irritated that you are interrupting his tv time. Alex walks to where you are sitting in the dining chair, and kneels in front of you, placing his hands on your knees.

“Do…not…try…anything,” he says with a cold, dark look in his eyes that frightens you. “You will start peeing where you sit if you do. Is that understood?” You look at him, your heart beating in your throat, and nod. “Good girl.” He unbinds your feet, then looks at you again before unbinding your hands. Knowing you are probably weak from lack of nutrition and movement, he grabs your elbow to help you up. After walking you to the bathroom door, he stands at the doorway, allowing you to walk inside. You look at him as you close the door, looking at the handle, confused.

“There is no lock,” you hear from outside the door. You take a deep breath and pull your panties down from under your dress, allowing your bladder to empty with great relief into the toilet. You clean yourself, flush, and wash your hands, looking at your reflection in the mirror. You were a mess…hair ragged, falling from it’s now-quite-literal messy bun…bruise on your cheek, and feeling a slight, tender lump on the back of your head. “Hurry my darling or I will come in and get you,” he says with a chuckle. You look around the room quickly in an attempt at a quick visualization of the area, then open the door. You pull the band from your hair and smooth your straying hair back into a bun on top of your head.

“So lovely, princess,” Alex says, reaching for your hair as you pull back away from him. You note the irritated look on his face, then walk past him into the other room. “Now, if you promise to be a good girl, I’ll let you sit on the sofa for a few minutes.” You look at him, then walk to the sofa, as he attempts to sit next to you. Without second thinking it, you stand and sit in the chair, leaving him to the sofa.

“What are you trying to get from this, Alex?” you boldly ask. “Hm? What could you possibly get from this besides a sentence to prison?”

“Oh, I’m not worried about that, sweetheart,” he scoffs with a smirk. “I told you, I just want to talk.”

“So talk,” you say, plainly. “So far all you’ve done is hit. If you want to talk…then talk, so I can go home.”

“What you seem to forget is, I am in charge now,” he squints his eyes at you, making you shiver slightly. “I don’t do what you say. You do what I say. We will talk, don’t you fret. But right now, I need to run an errand.”

Alex stands, walking into the bedroom for a moment then swiftly returning. He walks to the table and pulls out a chair, tapping it with his hand. You stay sitting in your chair defiantly.

“Come on now, princess,” he says. “Don’t make this more difficult than it needs to be. I’m going to go get something for you. I promise I’ll be right back. Won’t have time to miss me.”

You continue looking at him from your chair with an intense look of anger. He sighs deeply, dropping his ring of keys down into his pocket and walking quickly to you. Your heart begins to race as swallowing seems difficult. He stands in front of you, grabbing you and pulling you up from the chair.

“Let go of me!” you yell in his face. “Stop! Alex, let go of me, you prick!”

Alex lifts you from the floor so that your feet dangle near his ankles, your arms bound by his hold, as he carries you to the kitchen, setting you roughly down on the chair. You fight against him, causing him to struggle, and he becomes angry.

“Just…cooperate!” He yells at you, as you sink your teeth into his hand. He screams in pain as you try to run, but he grabs you and you fall face first to the wood floor, your chin hitting it as blood drips from your mouth to the floor. You feel him quickly wrap something around your wrists, clasping then tightly behind your back as you yell. He lifts you from the floor, causing pain in your arms and shoulders, and heaves you heavily into the chair, binding you once again into it. When he finishes, he looks at you with a disgusted and exhausted look, pissed that you make him work so hard to keep you.

Alex takes one finger and wipes the blood from the corner of your mouth, examining the growing welt on your chin. You see the anger in his face and prepare yourself mentally for the blow you expect him to inflict on you, closing your eyes tightly. After a short moment, you open your eyes and see him backing away from you and walking toward the door. He unlocks all of the locks with the keys from the ring he had dropped into his pocket. He looks at you then closes the door, relocking all of the locks from the outside, as you hear his footsteps fading down the hallway.


Harry sits on his sofa, rocking back and forth without realizing. It had been four days already. Four days without you. Four days without knowing where you are, or if you are okay. He had been surrounded by family and friends who had come to comfort and support him, but now he found himself alone somehow. He stood and grabbed his phone from the table. He looked at your contact photo, touching your lips with his thumb, begging that if there is a god, to please, let you pick up when he calls. He pushes your name, sending the call through and hears the ringing on his end.

“Please, baby,” he says softly, “Please, pick up, pick up, pick up….”

He hears it go to your voicemail, and breaks down at the sound of your voice. He hears the familiar beep…the same one he’s heard with every message he’s left since you disappeared. He hates that beep.

“Baby,” Harry says, sniffing and wiping his eyes with the back of his hand. “If you have any way of hearing this…know that we are looking for you. I will never…ever stop looking for you. I love you…so much…” his voice tightens, as the message cuts off.


Alex sets the plate of food down in front of you, with a bottle of water next to it.

“Now…are you going to cooperate with me today, princess?” Alex asks sweetly, smiling at you with a wink. “You have to eat, angel. You’ve barely eaten a morsel since…well, since you’ve been living with me again. The water isn’t going to hold you. You need nutrition. Now…” he says, placing food on the fork and holding it in front of your mouth. “Little bite for me, love?”

You look at the food on the fork. You are starving. Your stomach hurts due to the lack of food in it. You wrap your mouth around the tongs, pulling the food into your mouth.

“Aw!” Alex praises. “That’s my girl!”

Alex closes his eyes as he feels the food from your mouth spat into his face. He looks at you with irritation, lifting his napkin to his face and wiping it clean. You smirk at him, knowing you’ve pissed him off and happy about it.

“Shame,” Alex says, setting his napkin down again. “Tastes really good tonight.”

Alex continues to eat as you sit and watch, starving but not giving him the satisfaction of caving to him.


Harry’s family and friends surround him, his mom and sister on either side of him, as he speaks into the camera of the press conference.

“And to the person who took her…please…please bring her home. She is terribly missed,” Harry says as he wipes a tear from his eye. “And love…if you can hear me…I love you more than you can imagine, and we will get you home again. Stay strong, sweetheart.”

Harry turns the conference to his PR, who fields questions. They show posters with a current photo of you on it, pleading with the public to keep their eyes open, and to contact the police if they suspect anything at all.

When the press conference ends, Harry returns to his home with his loved ones. It’s a somber time, but Harry refuses to believe you will not be returned to him.

“She just has to come home again, mum,” he says, his throat full of tension and eyes filled with tears. “I love her so much.”

“I know you do, sweetheart,” she comforts him.

Harry leans over and lays his head on his mom’s shoulder as she strokes his hair. Sitting in a daze, the doorbell rings and someone answers it and walks to Harry.

“Harry,” the person says, getting his attention. “There’s someone here to see you. Says he’s an old friend and just heard. Name’s Alex.”

Harry leans up in surprise, unbelieving that Alex has come to see him. He stands and walks to the door, opening it and seeing Alex standing in front of him, seeming distraught.

“Harry,” Alex says, shaking his head. “Mate, I’m so sorry. I just heard. Saw your press conference in the pub earlier.” Harry just looks at him, unsure what to say. “Do you have any leads? Can I help in any way?”

Harry looks at him before speaking, then shakes his head, untrusting and curious. “No. No real leads yet.” He says nothing more and looks at Alex in suspicion.

“I hate hearing it,” Alex says. “I know you and I had our differences that involved her, but once you were my best mate. And once she was the love of my life. I’m sure she’ll show up at some point. Girl’s holiday, maybe.” Alex smiled at Harry, but Harry’s stare was unwavering.

“What happened to your lip?” Harry asks pointedly. Alex put his hand to the wound on his lip that he had acquired the evening before when you had caught him off guard. Harry notices what looks like a bite mark on Alex’s hand, but says nothing as Alex lowers his hand.

“Got into a bit of a scuffle with someone from work…nothing really…my fault,” Alex says, hoping he convinces Harry. The look on Harry’s face makes Alex feel it is time for him to leave. “Listen…if there’s anything I can do…or if you need anything…maybe we’ve had our differences, but I want to help if I can.”

Harry stares then nods slightly as Alex turns around and walks quickly to his car. Harry watches as he pulls away and out of the drive on the property. Harry looks at the police inspector who is talking to someone nearby.

“Him,” Harry says, sternly. “You need to check him out.”

The inspector walks to him. “Who is he? Why do you think we should look into him?”

“He’s her ex,” Harry said. “She broke up with him and he had a hard time getting over it. He and I used to be mates until I got together with her. He also has a split lip and a bite mark on his hand. Can you please check into him?”

The inspector nods and takes down the information Harry gives him. Why Harry hadn’t thought of Alex before now makes Harry angry and remorseful. He hoped that if Alex was involved with your disappearance, that he hadn’t hurt you.


You feel like shit. Weak, tired, and sad. You’ve managed to steal a morsel of food here and there, but somehow that has just made it worse. You saw the dark circles under your eyes when you looked in the bathroom mirror. You knew not eating was slowly killing you, but you made sure to drink water when he gave it to you. You knew you wouldn’t survive long without it, and you were determined to see Harry again.

Alex had slacked back a bit as you became weaker and less combative. He allowed you to not be tied down when he left, knowing that you could never manage to get through all the locks on the door, and the windows were boarded tightly in with screws. He felt comfortable knowing you couldn’t escape.

“I’m going to leave for a bit,” Alex told you. “Are you going to stay in bed and sleep all day, princess?”

You didn’t look at him, continuing to stare at the dirty white wall of the apartment. “Yes,” you said admittedly.

“Alright then,” he says, laughing. “There is food in the kitchen. I suggest you eat. You’re not looking very good today.” You shoot him a ‘go to hell’ look then stare at the wall again. “It’s not my fault you won’t eat, love. I’ll see you in a bit.”

Alex walks to the door, unlocking all the locks, then pulling the door closed behind him, relocking them. You drag yourself out of bed and use the restroom, then walk into the kitchen and find something to eat, just enough to keep you from passing out but not enough that Alex would notice. You walk around the apartment, going crazy.

“Is it too much to ask for some fucking fresh air?!” you yell loudly.

You walk to the large windows, covered in boards, and look at them closely. You notice they are screwed in and inspect them thoughtfully. You try to pull on the corners but they have no give. You quickly walk to the bathroom where you saw a small pair of clippers, then returned to the large windows. Using the straight edge of the small file, you place it in the slit of the screw head and slowly move it. You smile and breath more rapidly as you realize it is actually turning the screws. You finally get one screw out and use the file to ream out the hole a bit, making it look as if it is still screwed but actually turning freely. You work on another screw, which is in much tighter than the first. As you try to turn the tiny screw head, the file of the clipper abruptly breaks, sending the piece of metal flying into the air.

“Shit!” you say, exasperated.

You panic slightly, knowing that if Alex found out what you were doing, you would pay for it, but also knowing that now his clipper file was broken. How would you explain that? You found the piece that had broken and flown, and hid it in a crack in the wall, then continued working on the screw. You aren’t sure how long you worked on it, but as your were about to start another hole, you hear the locks turning on the door. You quickly hide the nail file deep down under the cushions of the sofa and turn, pretending to be napping on the sofa.

Alex pushes the door open, seeing you asleep on the sofa, and shakes his head, smiling.

“Lazy muffin, you are,” he grins.

You hear him locking the locks back, hearing only 3 of the 6 lock into place. You scrunch your brows slightly as you try to peer through the slits of your eyes, but see him walking toward you and squeeze them closed again. Without thinking, Alex sets the key ring down on the table and walks to where you lay. He watches your face and checks your breathing, convinced you are asleep, then walks to the washroom. You hear the door shut, sitting up on the edge of the sofa, and quietly tip-toeing to the table. You carefully pick up the keys, trying to not make a sound, then shuffling to the door and trying the keys in the locks. Your fingers shake as you try the first key in the top lock and it doesn’t work. You try it in the second, groaning quietly in frustration as it again doesn’t work. In the third lock, you quietly hear the lock release and smile. You grab another key and begin trying it in another lock, but as you hear the lock, you realize it has locked that lock instead of unlocking it.

‘That bastard!’ you yell in your head. He was smarter than you gave him credit for, locking specific locks so that even if you figured out which key went to which lock, you would always be locking some of them. You become flustered and try another key in another lock, shaking and beginning to perspire slightly from your nerves, as you feel a hand over your mouth, and Alex dragging you toward the kitchen chair.

“Very…bad…girl…” he says in your ear. “I’m too smart for you, princess. You’ll never escape from me.”

With much struggling and fighting, he manages to get you secured and bound into the chair once again, as your tears begin to flow down your face and you openly cry. You had always considered yourself a very strong person, but you didn’t know how much more you could take. It did indeed seem like Alex had planned this so meticulously that you had no chance of getting away from him.

You wept, sitting in the chair, feeling helpless and hopeless. Alex stood still, watching you, and genuinely felt bad. As warped as his intentions were with you, he didn’t want you to be sad with him. He wanted you to be happy with him. He left you there to cry and went into the other room.


“Have you found anything yet?” Harry asked the police inspector as he opened the door for him.

“Nothing substantial, but we have been investigating Alex,” he returned. “Quite an odd duck.”

“Yes,” Harry agreed, “but why do you say so?”

The inspector describes what they’ve found so far. “His purchase activity with his credit card is very odd. Nothing unusual with food purchases or personal care items,” he explained. “But…an unusual amount of tape rolls…large box of screws and boards…several decks of cards…and some haphazard furniture choices at a second-hand shop. Plus the address we show for him, he no longer lives at, and we can’t seem to find where he does live.”

Harry put his head down, shaking his head in frustration.

“It’s been a week, sir,” Harry says, exhausted, only sleeping here and there. “And you have nothing else?”

“I’m sorry,” he says. “We’re trying. We’re subpoenaing his workplace to see if they have a new address for him. Hopefully that may lead us somewhere.”

Harry showed the inspector out, then got into his car and began driving. He had been staying home, in hopes that at some point, you would somehow show up there. Feeling that was not going to happy, he took to driving the streets, hoping to see you somewhere maybe. It was a very long shot, but he was trying everything he could think of.

As he drove down the street your work building sat on, he looked toward the little tea shop you both liked. He glanced into the front window of the shop and saw someone that looked very much like you. His heart sped up a bit as he quickly parked his car. He ran into the store and to the person, laying his hand on her shoulder and turning her. His face fell, seeing it wasn’t in fact you.

“Oh my god, Harry Styles!” the girl yelled. “Harry, may I have my picture taken with you?”

Harry looked at her, disbelieving, and turned and walked away, leaving the girl hollering at him for a picture. He quickly jumped back into his vehicle, driving a while longer, until he finally gave up for the night and went home.

Harry lay in the bed, clutching your pillow, trying to smell your scent on it. He missed you and felt helpless.


As Alex was gone that day, saying he was going to the market for food, you quickly walked to the large window and began again to work on the screws. After getting one corner pried up a bit, you could see sunlight shining through the little crack and smiled. You knew that it was going to take more work to remove enough of the screws to pull the board back far enough for you to slide your body through, plus open the window, as well. But you were determined. Little by little, day by day, you were determined to escape that stupid little apartment.

You thought about the situation with Alex and tried to develop a strategy. You figured you knew him pretty well, having been involved with him for over two years. Unfortunately, this wasn’t the Alex you once knew. That night as you sat bored on the sofa, Alex handed you a book.

“What’s this?” you ask.

“I know it’s one of your favorites,” he said sweetly. “I thought it would help you pass time. I know you’re bored.”

You were surprised by his thoughtfulness. It crossed your mind that if you made him believe that you weren’t quite as miserable anymore as you had been, that it wasn’t so bad after all, that he may let his guard down a bit. Enough for you to eventually escape. You had lost all track of time and had no idea how long you had been there.

“Cards,” you say to him. He looks at you strangely.

“What?” he asks.

“You said the other day that you bought playing cards,” you look at him, trying to have less hatred in your face for him. “I thought maybe we could build a house of cards…if you want. Pass time”

Alex smiles at you as you force a small grin.

“Yes!” Alex exclaims. “That sounds like fun!”

He runs to the kitchen and begins looking through the drawers, grabbing several decks of cards still in their wrapping. He takes them to the table, where you walk toward him and sit in the chair without complaint. He looks at you as if you just gave him the best gift in the world. You take one of the decks and open it, holding one card in the center of the table, waiting for his next move. He smiles, taking a card from his deck, and leaning it against yours. You know you have already accomplished what you set out for…a step to gaining his trust.


You lose your breath, feeling a weight on top of you, as you are awoken from your sleep with Alex above you.

“Get off of me!” you yell loudly. “Alex, no!” You angrily butt your head against him, hearing him yell and feeling the blood drip onto your face from his nose. He rolls off of you, holding his nose, and standing quickly.

“You bitch!” he screamed at you. “Fuck!”

He walked into the bathroom and held a towel to his nose while wetting another, cleaning himself up. He looks at the blood on his shirt and cusses again.

He walks back into the bedroom, a look of anger on his face, as he sees you cleaning the blood from your face with tissue.

“Go clean yourself up. You’re a fright,” he says coldly.

You stand and walk quickly into the bathroom, cleaning the blood from your skin. There is no trying to get it off your dress. This same, disgusting dress you had been wearing since the day he took you. You had tried a couple of times to hand wash it a bit with soap or shampoo, but it didn’t help much.

Walking back into the bedroom, you see Alex sitting in a chair next to the bed. He looks like he’s calmed a bit, but you are still jumpy around him.

“Come sit,” he says, almost pleasantly. “It’s time for our talk now.”

You sit on the bed, looking at him, not sure if you should say something or wait for him to speak. You decide on the latter.

“You know, I didn’t bring you here because I am desperately in love with you or anything,” he says, matter-of-factly. “But I do intend to win you back.”

“Win me back,” you say, trying to process his words. “Alex, you can never…ever, win me back. You know I’m in love with Harry.”

“If it wasn’t for me, you would have never met Harry,” he says coldly. “You’re with him, ultimately, thanks to me.”

You couldn’t really deny that. In its own perverted way, it was true.

“Someone like you would never have had a chance with someone like Harry,” he says, uncaring that he is being harsh. “Harry dates models and celebrities…not frumps from America who lifted her knickers for the first British accent she heard.”

“You bastard,” you say, unafraid. “You know, you’re probably right. I would most likely have never had the opportunity to meet Harry, if I hadn’t met you first.” You see him smile. “Thank god for small favors, I guess.”

He glares at you, then smiles his evil smile again.

“If you don’t love me, then why? Why did you do all of this?” you ask, shaking your head, confused.

“Because, princess,” he smiles. “If I wasn’t going to get to have you, then Harry sure as hell wasn’t going to have you, either.”

“So you thought kidnapping me was the answer? You really are insane, do you know that?” you ask, chuckling.

“Sweetheart…this isn’t insane,” he grins. “I didn’t kidnap you. I saved you.”

“Saved me?” you laugh. “You need help. Professional, psychological help.”

“Oh beautiful, you aren’t good enough for Harry,” he says gently. “I’m just saving you from the embarrassment and pain you’ll feel when he realizes that and sends you off. He’s done it before with others, you know. As soon as he’s tired of you, you’re history. But I’m offering you an opportunity here. Kick him to the curb first. That will show him, don’t you think?”

“You’re such a liar!” you yell. “You are delusional! Oh my god!” You laugh at him, then feel his hand smartly slap your face. You catch your breath, holding your cheek with your hand, then looking at him again. “Does it make you feel good to hit me, Alex? Is that what this is about? You like being in control of me now?”

He weighs the thought in his mind with a smart ass look on his face, then smirks.

“Maybe a bit, yes,” he admits. “But, no. Like I said, this is more about Harry not having what is mine.” You laugh, unbelieving of how delusional he is. “You know, I sent you loads of flowers, trying to show you that I still cared, and trying to show Harry that he was going to lose you.”

“You sent all of those flowers?” you ask.

“Of course I did,” he answers. “I leaked to the paparazzi and some fans where you were at sometimes also. Spread them around, making it nearly impossible for the two of you to go out in public together. It worked, too, I think. Saw them plastered in the papers and magazines and online. Anything to try and make things more difficult and unpleasant for the two of you.”

“So you did all of that, to try and make us miserable, so we would break up?” you ask and he nods. “You are warped. You are…unbalanced! You need medication and a therapist!” Again he slaps your face as you cuss at him loudly.

“One of these days, maybe you’ll be smart enough to realize that your smart mouth is what causes that pain in your face,” he says cockily. “One of these days…you will realize you should be with me.”

“Why? You just admitted you’re not in love with me!” you scream.

“That’s right, I’m not,” he says, calmly. “But just because you didn’t like the sex between us, doesn’t mean I didn’t. Haven’t had a steady girl since around the time we broke up. Karina took off right after that.”

“Did you hit her, too?” you ask with a smart mouth. You see him stretch his fingers and waited for the slap, but it didn’t come. He breathed in through his nose and out again.

“Karina thought I was obsessed with you,” he admits, “and I suppose, to an extent, I was.”

“You think?” you smart off. “What tipped you off, Sherlock? The inability to accept rejection? Or the forced kidnapping when I wouldn’t go with you quietly?”

You jump slightly as he cracks his knuckles loudly. You were scared but you’d be damned if you were going to show that to him. At this point, you justify it by thinking, what have you got to lose now? You are slightly intimidated as he simply sits, staring at you, saying nothing.

“Come on, Alex,” you say softly. “You can’t win in this situation. I mean, how long do you seriously think you can keep me here against my will? How long do you think it’s going to take for the police, and Harry, to figure out it was you, and find me?”

“I’ve talked to Harry,” Alex smirks. Your eyes become huge and you feel like crying. “Didn’t know that, did you?”

You swallow hard. “When? Wh…how? What did you say…what did he say?”

“I went to, sort of, pay my condolences to him,” Alex smiles. “Explained to him how horribly sorry I am because you are missing. Told him if there is anything I can do, to please let me know.”

“You liar,” you choke out. “Harry wouldn’t believe you. If anything, it would make him more suspicious of you.”

“Oh?” he asks, looking around the room, then back at you. “Where is he then? I don’t see him or the police breaking down my door, do you?” You look sadly at him. “Oh, princess. Face it. Harry isn’t looking for you. Maybe the police, out of obligation, but nothing will ever come of it. I’ve covered my tracks too well. Outsmarted you all. You’re with me now, and once you’ve accepted it, and the fact that Harry is out of your life for good now, everything will be perfect for us.”

“Even if Harry was out of my life for good,” you say clearly, “I will never…never…be with you.”

“Now, that’s not the way to negotiate, is it?” he chuckles.

You look at him suspiciously. “Negotiate?”

“Of course, love,” he smiles. “Might be able to work something out with you so you can see the light of day again, have a bit of fresh air.”

“Like what?” you say, intrigued.

“Stop fighting me on this,” he says. “Whatever you had with Harry…is over now. Accept it and move on…with me. I’m lonely, and I enjoyed our friendship, even if it wasn’t the healthiest relationship. Until you became so unhappy…with me…I was probably the happiest I’ve ever been in a relationship, until I wasn’t.”

“And if I refuse?” you ask, exhausted.

“Oh, you won’t,” he giggles. “Going to take a while yet to convince you, I think…but I will.”

“And my other options?” you ask, hopefully.

He looks at you, staring into your eyes. “You have none.” You swallow hard, feeling nearly defeated. “You will choose to be with me, if it takes the rest of our lives in this dingy apartment to convince you. Now…I suggest you get some sleep. I have a few things to do tomorrow, and I’m tired.”

You sit thinking, trying to compute all that this discussion held. You are mentally and physically exhausted.

“By the way,” he says to you as he is about to enter the bathroom again, “Tomorrow night is a special night. Do you remember?” You look at him, confused. “It’s the anniversary of the first time we made love. And we’re going to celebrate it in the most beautiful way imaginable. And you will not fight me on this.” He looks at you with that same, cold, evil stare that gives you bumps on your skin. “Just a warning…”

You shutter as he walks into the washroom, hating the thought of tomorrow night. You knew what he meant. He was going to force sex on you, even if he had to tie you down or knock you out. You knew he was wrong, too. He was always terrible with dates. The first time the two of you ever had sex was in the dead of winter in the American midwest. You don’t forget those winters, much less the first sexual experience with a new boyfriend. But in his delusional mind, he had convinced himself otherwise, whether because he just didn’t realize, or because he just didn’t care.

You lay down in the bed, grabbing the covers and pulling them up on yourself. You had no idea if it was afternoon, night, or middle of night. But you knew one thing for sure. Tomorrow was it. The day you had to escape. You just prayed he would be away long enough for you to manage it.


“Harry?” Jeffrey said his name, walking toward where he sat on a swing in his yard. Harry didn’t move or even blink. “Hey, H!” he said again. Harry looked and saw Jeffrey walking down the path to where he sat. “Hey, just letting you know, the inspector just called and said he’s on his way over. Wants to brief us a bit on what’s happening with the case.”

“Something’s changed?” Harry asks, hoarsely. His lack of sleep, and inability to care about taking care of himself, left him exhausted and nearly to the point of giving up…but he couldn’t give up. You were his life, and he was feeling you slip away from him as each day passed. All the dreams he had of having a long life with you, children and grandchildren…they were all disappearing as he found it more and more difficult to hang on to hope.

“Did you hear me?” Jeffrey asked.

“I’m sorry, what?” Harry asked.

“I said, I don’t know what he’s going to tell us. He just said he wanted to discuss a couple of things with you. Update us a bit, I think,” he explained. Harry nodded and looked at the ground in front of him. “H, go get a shower, man. And after the inspector leaves, I want you to lay down and nap. You’re exhausted. Sleep on the sofa if you want, but try to sleep.”

“I can’t sleep, Jeffrey,” Harry bats back. “Everytime I try, my thoughts go to her, and what she may be going through. How she may be suffering. Is she being taken care? Eating? Getting water? Is…she safe, or…is she being hurt?” He looks at Jeffrey. “I can’t sleep.”

About that time they see the inspector’s car pull up to the gate and allowed inside. They go inside the house and discuss everything.

“We had someone call the station about an hour ago,” he starts. Harry looks at him intently, listening to his every word. “A woman in a more dismal part of the city. She claims that not too long ago, the man that lives upstairs from her brought a woman home, matching the description we gave through the media outlets. She says he comes and goes, but she never sees the woman leave.”

“Let’s go then!” Harry says, standing, ready to go straight away. “What are we waiting for?”

“Just wait a moment,” the inspector interrupts. “We can’t just go force our way into someone’s apartment without due cause. We are looking into who lives there, where he works, what his situation is. The woman who called, she’s a bit of a loon. We deal with her a lot. Last month she said she was having tea with the queen and John Lennon in her living room, and they had a threesome.”

Harry closed his eyes, afraid this was just going to be another dead end like all the rest.

“But,” he continues, “if she’s right, and the man above her doesn’t check out, or if anything at all sounds unusual, we will be there straight away. If he is the person who has taken her, we don’t want to scare him away with her, do we?”

“So we just wait…and wait…and fuckin’ wait some more, like always,” Harry says, tired and irritable.

“It’s the best I have for now, I’m sorry,” he says, standing to leave. “As soon as I know anything, I will call. Might I suggest you try getting a bit of rest. Want to be cheery and well-rested when we bring her home, don’t you?”

Harry looks at him and thinks that’s the first sane thing someone has said to him in a long time. Jeffrey walks the inspector out the door as Harry goes upstairs, taking a hot shower and relaxing, letting the water hit him. He cries into his hands, not just from sadness, but from exhaustion and fear. He swore to God that if He brought you home safely, he would never take anyone or anything for granted ever again…and he promised he would never let you go.


As you hear Alex walking around the apartment, you pretend to sleep while trying to peak through squinted eyes at him. You see him look at himself in the mirror, primping and humming, making sure he is pleased with himself and how he looks. You watch as he walks to a drawer in the kitchen, opening it and pulling out a pad of paper. He stands reading it, smiling to himself, then putting it back into the drawer. You see him walk back toward the bedroom, looking at you, and quickly close your eyes completely.

“Love, are you awake?” he whispers. You don’t move, disguising your breathing in an effort to sound like you are in a deep sleep. “Tonight, princess. It’s going to be the best night of your life. Going to make you cum so many times, you’re going to be begging me for more.” You feel him lean down on the bed, and feel his lips press against your forehead, then pull his weight back off the bed and leave the room. You listen as you hear the locks on the door click, then hear them locking once again from the other side.

You quickly jump out of bed, running into the front room and pressing your ear to the door, hearing nothing. You take the hair band from around your wrist, pulling your hair up haphazardly to get it out of your face, then run to the sofa, digging into the cushions, finding the metal clipper file you had been using on the screws. Every time Alex would leave, you would work on the screws securing the boards to the window, but today it was desperation. Sheer desperation that fueled you. You were not about to let Alex lay his hands on you again. You’d rather die than be stuck with him for the rest of your life.

You begin working on another screw, and groan as you try turning it without breaking the file. You feel the file bending slightly in your hand and stop, closing your eyes. You try again and can’t get it to budge.

“God please!” you say under your breath. “Don’t let me die here or be stuck here the rest of my life. Please!”

You try again, moving the file carefully until you feel a little give in the screw. You smile slightly as it begins rotating counter-clockwise, and you are soon able to pull it out. You use the file to pull out the other screws, already loosened from your hard work days before, and set them all on the window ledge. You slide your fingers under the panel of wood and pull with all of your might. You see a burst of sunlight stream in the crack and you laugh out loud. The heat of the sun felt good on your hand.

Just one more screw and you will have it, you thought. You work on the head of that screw until you soon have it pulled out and lay it on the seal with the others. You pull the board back enough to fit your arms behind it. You look behind the board the best you can to see how the window is latched. That’s when you see it.

The world had never looked more beautiful to you, even in that dingy little suburb of the city. You saw buildings, cars honking, and people walking in and out of buildings and businesses. You pull the wood back enough to stick your face against the glass, eager to breath in the fresh air on the other side. You see the latch on the window and stretch your arm high up behind the board, until you finally reach it and push the window opened. You laugh as a tear falls from your eye. As you breath in the fresh air, you stop suddenly as your heart races and stomach feels sick. Walking across the street toward the building is Alex.

You knew you had to hurry. You had removed enough screws from the wood, you thought, to slide your body between the wood and the opened window. You watch as you see Alex stop and nod to someone on the street, then answer his phone. You watch closely, then quickly move the wood back the second you see him glance up at his apartment windows. You try to remember how to breathe, then peak out again and see Alex disconnect his call and walk toward the entrance of the building. Your time was of the essence. You could see the apartment was a few stories up, and you knew he had locks to unlock before opening the door. You pull the large panel of wood as far away from the window as you can and slide your head and shoulders up behind it. As quickly as possible, you shimmy your body upward and outward, until you are halfway outside and halfway in. You lean down to fall out onto the fire escape, when you suddenly feel hands grasping roughly at your legs and feet from the inside. You scream, kicking at Alex as hard as you can.

“You bitch!” he yelled. “Get back in here now! I’m going to kill you for this!”

You continue kicking, trying to free your body from his grasp, when you reach your arm around the wood and grab at whatever it can find. You dig your fingernails into him and hear him scream, as he releases you and you slip onto the metal escape. You quickly get to your feet as you see his arms reaching between the wood panel and you, grabbing your ankle, but he is too big to fit through. You try to back away, nearly falling over the edge of the tall building’s fire escape. Without thinking really, you use your hand to break the glass of one of the windows, causing blood to drip from your arm to the ground far below. Grabbing a piece of the glass, you hear him scream as you stab Alex’s hand with it, then his arm, before he yanks it back inside.

You turn quickly and make your way down the escape as fast as you can, jumping from the ladder to the ground below. You look around and start running, pushing the feeling of pain far out of your mind. You run faster than you’ve ever ran in your life, searching for a place to hide. Down the small street, the only open business is a small bakery with a mother and child walking out smiling. Running inside, the mess that you are, you beg them to hide you.

“Please!” you cry. “I’m being chased by a man! He kidnapped me! Please, call the police and hide me! He’ll kill me!”

The older man who owned the store quickly helps you to the back office, setting you in a chair, and ushering his old wife in to stay with you and call the police, then locks the door to secure your safety. As he approaches the front of the store again, he encounters a wild looking man, looking all around and yelling a woman’s name.

“You leave here!” the old man yells at him. “You’re scaring my customers! I just called the police and they are on their way!”

Alex looks around, trying to see you, as the blood from his hand and arm drips on the floor. When he doesn’t see you, and hears the police sirens in the far distance, he panics and runs from the store.


The ride in the police car was nerve-wracking for Harry.

“What did they say?” Harry asks the inspector. “Please!”

“The owner from the bakery said that a woman ran into their store, screaming that a man was trying to kill her and begged them to hide her. That was all she knew at the time,” the inspector reiterates. “Harry, it may not even be her.”

“And what if it is?” Harry wrings his fingers as his palms sweat. He brushes his fingers through his hair as he tries to remember how to breathe. He closes his eyes and begs into the air for it to be you and that you are okay.

As the police car stops in front of the bakery, the inspector tells Harry to stay in the safety of the car, but before he can even finish his sentence, Harry has already jumped out and is running inside the bakery, past two policemen who were trying to direct customers to leave. He looks around, seeing crying bakery workers being comforted by other workers, and an old man looking at him with a bit of fear.

“Where’s the girl who came in?” Harry asks, breathless and feeling he could vomit.

The police inspector follows Harry inside and walks to the old man.

“It’s okay,” he assures him. “Where’s the girl, sir?”

“Follow me,” the old man says. “She’s locked in the office with my wife.”

As the old man unlocks the door, Harry rushes in past the man and looks around, seeing only the old woman.

“Please…where is she?” he begs.

The old woman sees the look of pain and sadness on Harry’s face and steps away from the desk, moving the chair away, and pointing under. Harry walks to the desk, takes a deep breath, and kneels down. He sees you sitting against the far side, practically hugging the wall underneath, your face in your hands, and trembling terribly. He reaches his hand in slowly and starts to touch your arm, but you pull it back and scream, crying louder.

Harry’s voice catches as a sob escapes, knowing it is definitely you, even though he still hasn’t seen your face. He sees you are still wearing the dress you had on the day you were taken, although much dirtier and tattered a bit. Your hair was half up and half fallen as you cried, sobbing and shaking, still terrified that Alex was going to jump out at you and take you back to that dirty, dingy, horrible nightmare.

Harry looked back at the inspector, nodding his head, then sat down on the floor, inching closer to you. He sniffed, wiping his face a bit, then spoke to you.

“Baby?” his voice wavering, feeling like he was about to break down. “Love, it’s me. It’s Harry.” He tries to touch you again and you cry loudly, shaking terribly. “It’s okay, sweetheart, it’s just me. We’ve found you, babe. It’s time to get you home now.”

He ever-so-lightly strokes your hair with his hand, remembering how much you used to love for him to do that. He feels you still trembling in fear, but not crying as loudly, and not pulling away from his touch.

“Baby,” Harry says a bit more firmly. “Look at me, sweetheart. I’m right here next to you. Whoever did this to you, they’ll never hurt you again, alright? You’re safe now, love.” He looks at you as your cries soften a bit more. “You did so well, babe. You got away, ran into this bakery, and begged for help. You did so well. I’m so proud of you.”

Harry watches as your head slowly lifts up and your eyes look at him in the dimness under the desk. He sees the fear still in your eyes, as well as a dullness that only a horrible tragedy such as you had been through could cause. You look at him and cry, touching his face, unsure if you are dreaming him or not. He kisses your hand, then takes it in his and presses his cheek firmly against your palm.

“It’s really me, baby,” Harry says, crying softly. “You’re safe now.”

You feel Harry slowly wrap his arms around you and hold you tightly. You feel his kisses covering your face…your head…your cheek. You feel an urgency to his touch, almost as if he is afraid to let go of you, afraid you are a dream he will wake from and you will be gone.

The two of you sit in the darkness under the desk for another moment, holding each other and crying.

“Harry,” the inspector bends down and says, “We have an ambulance waiting. Medics are going to evaluate her and take her to hospital.”

Harry nods and kisses your face. “Baby, we’re going to take you to see a doctor, okay?”

Harry slides out from under the desk. As you start to slide to the area he had been sat at, your body aches with pains, your senses becoming more alive now. You wish you were numb. You are exhausted and sleepy and pained, and still not sure if you are just dreaming the entire scene.

Harry moves out of the way, allowing the medics to carefully help you from the floor and onto the stretcher, where Harry is once again at your side. He kisses you tenderly, over and over, whispering “I love you’s” into your ear. Your eyes are closed as the exhaustion begins to take over, causing time for the next few hours to become a grey blur.


“Please call my mum, too,” you hear Harry say quietly into his phone. “Let her know what’s happening. She’ll want to come.” Harry sees you slowly opening your eyes and moving your head. “I’ve got to go. I’ll talk to you soon. Thank you for everything.”

Harry disconnects the call and is immediately standing next to you, leaning over and kissing your face, taking your hand in one of his, as his other hand strokes the hair away from your face.

“Hello again, love,” Harry says quietly, kissing your temple. You look at him with a look of sadness. “You alright?” he asks, knowing the answer. He sees a tear leave your eye and fall down your bruised cheek. Harry wipes the tear away and kisses the dampness. “I know, baby.”

After a few hours at hospital, being evaluated and repaired, you are released and Harry takes you home. You’ve not said anything, but he is afraid to push you, not knowing what all you’ve been through. He helps you into the house slowly, your body still pained and sore, and takes you upstairs, getting you laid into bed. You look at him and start crying.

“What is it, angel? What’s wrong?” Harry asks, concerned.

You cry. “Our bed. I thought I’d never be here in it with you again.” Harry cries with you as he holds you, lying down next to you and keeping his arms around you until you are sleeping well, and he himself drifts off to a much needed sleep.


The two of you sleep for many hours, until finally you wake. Harry helps you shower and put on fresh clothes, throwing the dress that used to be one of your favorites into the trash, ready to burn it. You never want to see that dress again.

You slowly walk down the stairs with Harry beside you for physical and emotional support, until you reach the sofa and sit. A few people are there already…his mom and sister, Jeffrey, the police inspector, and a couple of others, all to support you and Harry.

“I’m going to fix you both something to eat,” Anne says, leaning over you to kiss you both. “I’m so glad you’re home again, sweetheart. We missed you.”

You nod, wiping a tear from the corner of your eye and feeling Harry kiss the side of your head.

The police inspector walks to where you are and sits on the coffee table directly in front of you and Harry.

“Miss, I’m the chief inspector who has been working on your case,” he says, calmly. “First I’d like to say, welcome home. We’re all very happy you’re okay and back home again.”

“Thank you,” you whisper.

“I know you may not be ready to talk about what happened to you,” he speculates. “And you don’t have to yet, if you aren’t ready. But, if you could tell us who did this to you, we could at least…”

“It was Alex,” you say with a hoarse throat. You clear your throat a bit although it doesn’t help the scratchiness that is a temporary result of what you’ve been through.

“The same guy who…” he starts.

“Yeah,” Harry affirms. “The guy who came by here awhile back and I asked you to check into him.”

“Well, I’m sorry we didn’t get this resolved more quickly, but we were on his trail, at least,” he says, disappointed that he didn’t save you and you were left to save yourself. “We’re searching for him. We did find the apartment just a short time ago.” Harry feels you tremble and holds you more tightly. “Nothing there with his name, and he used a fake name to get the apartment, but I showed a photo to the woman who called in, and she confirmed it was him. We also found a list he had made on a pad of paper in the kitchen, basically detailing his entire plan.”

Harry nodded as you used a tissue to wipe at your nose and eyes.

“I’m sorry for what you’ve been through, miss,” he says. “We’ll keep looking for him. Until then, Harry, I would keep your security on guard.”

“It’s already arranged and in place,” he says, nodding.

“Alright then,” the inspector says as he stands. “I’m going to leave you folks to have some privacy. Harry, call me if you need anything, and I’ll be in touch.”

Harry extends his hand to him, shaking it in appreciation.

“Thank you so much for everything you’ve done,” Harry says, earnestly.

He nods and leaves, Jeffrey showing him out. You lean your head over on Harry’s shoulder and he caresses you.

“Doing alright, love?” Harry asks lovingly.

You nod, not wanting to admit how much of a mess you felt like, but knowing it would take time to feel normal again.

After a long, exhausting day, everyone had left except for the added security Harry had gotten. He walks you up the stairs, helping you get ready for bed while he did, and lays down beside you, turning off the light.

You sleep quickly, as does Harry, but your mind runs rampant with what seems like thousands of wild thoughts. Flashes of Alex hitting you, spitting food at him, pushing him off of you, stabbing his hand and arm with a shard of glass, flood your mind. You’ve yet to tell your tale to anyone, not yet wanting to relive it, but knowing that at some point you would need to, not just for obvious reasons, but for yourself, to release it and not think on it anymore.

Harry sat straight up in bed, panting heavily, sweating slightly, before looking to your side of the bed. His heart began to calm as he sees you lying next to him, sleeping as soundly as possible. Harry moves closely to you, wrapping his body around you as gently as possible so as not to wake you. He places light kisses wherever his lips touch your skin. He thought he had lost you, and was eternally grateful that he had you next to him again.

He feels your body jerk and tense, and sees your eyes open quickly, possibly from a bad dream, or a vivid memory of your trauma, then slowly begin to close again in sleepiness.

“Shh,” he whispers in your ear as he kisses your face lightly. “Shh. It’s okay. You’re safe, baby. Nobody is going to hurt you ever again. You’re home now, love. And I’m never letting you go.”


So, what did you think? Did you like this story? This is the first chaptered Harry story (sort of) I’ve written, and I’m comfortable with ending it here, I think. I have other chaptered stories in the making, but I’m curious how many people really like them.

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Your Daughter-Fred Weasley x Reader

A/N: First Imagine, hope you enjoy!

Warnings: None

You and Fred were at Fred’s mother house, Molly Weasley. All the Weasley family was gathering there for Christmas. You loved Christmas Eve, almost as much as you loved Fred Weasley. Hermione was speaking to Mr. Weasley about some muggle Christmas traditions while you were playing with Teddy. At three years of age and you can clearly see his mother’s eyes. 

“Why is your tummy so big?” Teddy asked you. You smiled from ear to ear, glancing up at Fred. 

“Well, I have a baby in my stomach, meaning you will have someone new to play with soon,” You tell Teddy. 

“You ate a baby!” Teddy squeals. You and Fred both giggled at Teddy’s childish behavior. 

“No Teddy, I didn’t eat a-” You begin to say. All of the sudden you felt pain, major pain. Then your water broke. 

“Y/N!” Fred says. 

“Y/N needs to be taken to a muggle hospital,” Hermione says. She and Fred help you up. Ron opens the car door for you, Fred helps you into the car. Fred and George then climbed into the back. 

“Harry, get everyone else into your car, Ron and I will meet you at the hospital,” Hermione says to Harry. Then she climbed into her car and drove to the hospital.

You sighed, smiling. Fred was holding your daughter, your first born, Rowan Molly Weasley. She had Fred’s eyes and very little tuffs of hair, freckles were spread on her face. Based on the freckles and hair, you guessed Rowan would look like Fred. She is sure going to have some interesting playmates with Fred and George having a prank shop open. 

“They can come in,” Fred tells the doctor. George, Molly, Arthur, Hermione, Ron, Harry, Ginny and Teddy came in. Everyone gasped as they saw the baby, Molly gave a small squeal. You knew Molly would want to hold the baby first but you and Fred both agreed it showed be George. 

“Everyone meet Rowan Molly Weasley,” You say softly. “Wanna hold her George?” George’s face lit up as he nodded his head. You watched as Fred passed the baby to him. 

“Hi baby Rowan,” George says. “Her name comes from a Scarlet tree, I believe it’s called a Rowan Berry. It also means mountain ash.”

“Interesting,” You say with a smile.

“Can I hold her?” You hear Teddy ask. 

“Go sit down,” Fred says softly. George gives Teddy baby Rowan, Fred helped Teddy hold Rowan by holding her head. 

Today was the day Rowan was going off to Hogwarts, you were quite excited for her but also sad for her to leave. 

“Minnie! Please leave Rowan alone,” You say to your second daughter, named after Professor McGongall. 

“Why does she get to go to magic school? Its not fair,” Your nine year old whined. 

“Soon it’ll be your turn Minnie,” You hear Fred say. You smiled at Fred. 

“I’m ready,” You hear Rowan say. You watched as she carried her trunk down stairs. 

“Lets go!” Fred says. 

You, Fred, Rowan, and Minnie arrived at Kings Cross Station. George was already there, he wanted to see Rowan off. 

“Hey my little R-berry,” George says. “Good luck ok? You’ll have Teddy to help you out.” 

“Thanks Uncle George,” Rowan says with a smile on her face. You watch her sigh, then run into the wall with her cart. 

“My turn!” Minnie says. George picks her up off the ground and walks her through the wall, you and Fred follow her. 

“Angelina wanted to be here but she had to deal with a work problem,” George says. 

“Ah ok,” You say. You watched as Rowan climbed onto the train, with Teddy at her side. 

“I love you,” You hear Fred say. You glance up at him. 

“I love you too,” You say, kissing him on the cheek.  

Sweetness Part Three

Part Two

Y/N’s lips were formed in a pout as she sat in the small office of her and Harry’s home. Hers happened to be much more clean than Harry’s, up until today. Wedding binders, magazines, books, anything that held something to do with a wedding laid in front of her. Harry offered to pay for a wedding planner but she refused, she wanted it to be something special, to be just like how she had dreamed of it. Harry wanted it to be just how dreamed, he could care less if they married in a venue, on the beach, or in city hall, as long as she was happy.

Y/N sighed, looking at the watch on her wrist. She turned on the telly, switching to the channel that Harry’s interview would be airing. Harry had informed he was attending the after party for a bit, but she didn’t want to go, parties weren’t her things and she had been tired recently. Her graduation had happened last weekend and she was tired out from the graduation party her mother had thrown, then the one Anne had, then the one Harry had, so Harry had understood.

“So you and Ms. Y/N are getting married,” James smiled, showing a picture of the two.

It was one Harry had posted on his instgram, her arms around his shoulders, her chin resting on his shoulder, a smile on both of their faces, eyes bright and full of love. The picture was one of her favorites, it was taken on the sixth day they had spent together.

“Yes,” Harry smiled, “she just graduated last weekend, so now she is on full on planning mood. Figuring out who’s coming, and all. We want a small wedding.”

“Are you helping with planning?” James asked.

Harry laughed, shaking his head, “no, no, it’s all her. I’m not even allowed to pick my tux cause she doesn’t want it to be crazy, I did though get to pick the napkins,” Harry laughed, “so when you go James, make sure to tell her the napkins are the best thing.”

“Out of the whole wedding, the ceremony, you want me to tell the bride that the best thing is the napkins?” James asked.

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anonymous asked:

Look if they ever start doing Dresden Movies I want the trailer to Skin Games to rip off all these gaudy, over the top, Mission Impossible Hollywodd heist films. Like put George Clooney, Kevin Spacey, Morgan Freeman and for no reason Chris Tucker does all these awesome heist film things. Then near the end just have the camera slowly pan back as a cop car passes by and then lead into a bird's eye of the standoff between Police vs Binder while Dresden and rest are running through Marcone's place.

Imagine the lift scene instead where they’re going down in the lift and have a voice of “So you want me to work with a 2000 year old maniac” while showing scenes of the fight outside Michae’ls house focusing on Nicodemus, “and his twisted daughter/lover” showing Deirdre turning in to her monster form “and whatever freak shows he’s signed on” showing the creature beating the shit out of Harry when he first meets it “to break in to a vault” showing blowing a door off its hinges “owned by the Barron of Chicago” Marcone sitting at his desk. “So we can rip a hole in to the underworld” show a view of the underworld “And steal from a literal God.” Hades sitting in his chair by the fire. Switch back to the lift “And you want me to survive?!”

Mab, facing forward, shot from behind. “I expect you to do more than survive, my knight.” she turns and looks at him, giving him a cold and beautiful smile. The lift pings, the doors open. “I expect you to skin them alive.” she walks out.

Cut to title card. Coming soon.

Then flip back to Harry standing dumb faced in the lift. The doors start closing and he has to jump out between the doors and almost gets his coat stuck. He disapeaers off shot as the doors close, and something moves just inside one of the shadows off screen.


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^ denotes fluff

Original work

^“I used to be a baker, you know?”- 1k+ words, One in which Harry has nightmare, he fixes a cake and she fixes him.

^”Bambi Pose”- 800+ words, One where Harry helps her out with yoga and feels like a bad husband

^Coach Harry- Harry is Noah’s new soccer coach. WIll be more parts.

%“Leaving him hot and bothered”- 1k+ words, One in which she wants to give Harry a taste of his own medicine. It may or may not backfire.

%Oral Recitation- 1.3k words, One where Harry wears glasses and she is finally persuaded

%Die For You- 1.2k+, One where Harry let’s slip how deep he’s in and she rewards him

%Advantages Include: Fucking- 700+,Harry kicks her in the face and she fucks him

Love Letters- Soldier!Harry AU where he and Rosemary exchange letters throughout World War Two

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What book each of the Avengers get you

(Now this a mix of what each of the Avengers gets you and their own personal favourite book)  

Tony Stark

Originally posted by naturesfeelings

Now you would normally joke about if Tony actually knew what a book looked like, considering him being a tech wiz. So you were really, really surprised when you found out what book or books he had gotten you

“Tony, you have got to be kidding me” I said

“Nope” Tony said with a huge grin on his face “ It`s all yours”

“But the whole damn Library!”  I said

“Fine if you want me take it back…” Tony said sarcastically

“ Ah, ah, ah, ah you don’t need to do that!” I said with a loud voice as you ran into the library.

Steve Rogers

Now back when Steve was a kid he and his mother didn’t have much money, so he didn’t have much valuables, But he did have one book that he almost always red. In bed, In school. While traveling. Anywhere. The Great Gatsby. The reason why he red this book wasn’t just because it was the only book he had. But because he loved the themes the book had. Like The American Dream, how the book represents love and the social class of the 1920s.

“The Great Gatsby?” I said with a questionable tone

“Yes it is a story about this character called Jay Gatsby who…”   Steve said

“No, no its ok Steve I know the story” I said

“Oh right” Steve said, a slight hint of embarrassment in his voice “Sorry”

“It`s alright Steve” I said apologising to Steve “But just out of curiosity why did you get me the book?”

“Where to start” Steve said as his eyes almost glows “Well I suppose there is the main character Jay Gatsby, He`s a self-made man, a dreamer and a lover. Then there are the themes of the story and what it means and portrays like the American Dream, what happened when you lose sight on your moral values. And it is just Intriguing”     

Oh well then I thank you very much Steve” I said to him who I hugged as a thank you

Natasha Romanoff

It was absolutely zero surprise that the book Natasha gave you was a crime/murder mystery book. But the reasons why she liked it so much did surprise you. Well 2 of the reasons anyway.

“The House at Seas End?”  I said with a confused look and tone

“Yeah” Natasha said as she handed to book to you “It`s actually a 3 part series but this one is the best”

“Oh yeah, and why is that?” I said with intrigue

“Well because this is about a female called Ruth Galloway who is trying to be both a mother and a investigator but things get more complicated when 6 bodies are found on the edge of the cliff were she lives. So she is immediately is put on the case to find the killer" Natasha said with clear interest

“Ah, I can see why you like it” I said with a smile

Bucky Barnes

Now almost everyone knew that Bucky liked his privacy only letting few people spend time with him like Steve, Natasha and you. But one thing you didn’t know was what his favourite book was. But when he told you about it. It all became very clear why.

“Hey Buck” I said as I jump onto the bed where he was sitting “Whatcha doin?”

Bucky look up at you with a slight smile and looked up at you “Hey Y/N”

“Whatcha doin?” I said glancing at Bucky

“Reading” Bucky said as he handed you book

“Ah Frankenstein” I said looking at the cover “I didn’t know you liked these type of books”

Bucky chuckled slightly and bowed his head

“I guess there is still a few stuff you don’t know”  Bucky says

“So why do you like it?” I asked wondering why he has such an interest in Frankenstein

“Well its silly but every time I read it I like reading about the monster and…” Bucky said slightly blushing in embarrassment

“…And you feel sorry for him, almost like you want to help him, care for him and look after him” I said smiling to him as he smiled back 

“Would you like to read it too?” Bucky said

“Yeah” I said with a bigger smile on my face now “But only if I can read it you”

Wanda Maximoff

Now Wanda likes to read, she likes how it can transport her to other worlds and there was no other world she loved more the Harry Potter. The way they showed magic as a happy, joyful and hopeful thing.

“Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets”  I said standing behind Wanda who was sitting against a tree who suddenly jumped up in shock.

“Oh hello Y/N”   She says before sitting back down “Come and sit with me if you like” 

“Oh thank you” I said as I sat down next to her “So you enjoying the book?”

Oh, yeah I really like it the wonder of it all the way I it is worded, the description of the world, But I really like the first one better” Wanda says as her eyes light up as if she got a brilliant idea “Would you like to come and read it with me?” 

“Yeah, yeah I would like that” I said as I smiled and walked back with Wanda


Here is the one shot I promised like two weeks ago lol I hope everyone enjoys it!! Please let me know what you’ve thought of it!!

Down The Hall

A story about annoying neighbors, repeating phrases, and the overuse of the word okay.

Thalia would not have known about her new neighbor down the hall if it hadn’t been for his incessant band practice. Every night from ten in the evening to four in the morning there would be a constant banging on the drums, a guitar ringing out of an amp, and someone screeching out a song that wasn’t even good through a microphone. Maybe if there were other tenants in the building they would complain with her to the landlord and then her neighbor would have been kicked out only a day after they moved in, but she was the only other person to live on this floor and the old lady who lived upstairs could barely hear anything with her hearing aids in.

Now this is the fifth night in a row with that insufferable noise and Thalia is very sleep deprived. She had been leaving notes on the door all week begging whoever the hell it is that lives there to either practice somewhere else, or at a more reasonable time, but each night when she arrives home for work she finds her notes crumpled up and in their communal trash can. She would stand this no longer, she decides as she shoves her feet into her pink bunny slippers and ties her yellow robe over her silk pajamas.

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