Imagine you’re Abel’s teacher (age 5) and SAMCRO attends to the school annual bake off.
You didn’t called. You didn’t asked the kid about his father and certainly you were nowhere the TM in hopes to find Jackson Teller. You knew better than that. Of course, he was a handsome bad biker and yeah, your panties were ruined by the end of the day when you met him but it was non ethical to flirt with one of your students dad.
Single dad. You sighed as you got up and started to write on the board the promotional for this Friday’s annual school bake off.
“Now, every single one of you would bring your favorite dessert. Mine are chocolate chip cookies.” You put out as an example, even though it was true. Almost all the kids cheered, making you grin. “Either mommy or daddy have to come with you to sell the dessert. You’ll have plany of fun, guys, it will be like a carnival. Remember the kid that sells the most will have an special gift at the end of the day.” The bell ringed making everyone stand up and leave quickly, Abel running out, you holding back, trying not to follow him. You were kind of nervous, about seeing Jax again, but you tried to shrug it off. He probably wouldnt showed up to a silly bake off.
You stepped out of the shower on Friday, applying your make up on the table in front of your bed; The white pin up style dress with a red rose pattern laying on the bed along with simple red sneakers; After finishing your mascara you saw it on the top right corner of the mirror, next to a picture of you with your childhood dog and the grocerie list; Jax’s number. You sighed and shook your head, avoiding the feeling. You wouldn’t give in, you would be professional and you would sell the pumpkin pie you bought this morning at Walt Mart.
You stepped into the school playground, pumpkin pie in hand, purse on your arm, papers on the other one. You waved at your coworkers, as you walked past them, setting your dessert on the table, next to the class moms and even some dads. Your class was small, maybe 15 kids, so you knew pretty much everyone. Kids were running around, tables on the place filled with perfect and delicious looking pies and desserts and also balloons, music, people dancing and places where the kids could draw and paint. You smiled, finishing decorating the table and clapped your hands together. Everyone was there, but a little blonde kid was missing.
“Katie…” you asked the teacher with the table next to your class. “Have you seen Abel Teller?” She looked like she was thinking and then shook her head.
“Isn’t that him?” a usual band of Harley’s parked outside the school playground and Abel hoped off, helmet still in his head running over to you. You smiled looking at his tiny legs mess up the grass. You looked up, leather following him. Chibs running to catch him and lift him up the air, that’s when you noticed the kid had a cookie, half of it, at least on his hand.
“What did i told ya, little lass?” The Scotsman said. “No running with food in ya’ mouth.” He nodded, offering Chibs the rest of his cookie as an apology, which Chibs took, stuffing his mouth with it. He placed Abel down and walked over to you. “Mrs. (Y/N), always a pleasure.”
“Fillip” You greeted, crunching down to reach Abel’s height, being meted by a big beautiful and very Teller-like smile. “Hey Abel.”
“Hi Mrs. (Y/N).” He greeted blushing a little. You messed up his hair.
“Why don’t you go play with Angela and Charlie, huh? They’re over the, by the swings, next to Mrs. La-brad. Have some fun.” Abel nodded and walked over to his friends, catching up on the playing schedule. “He was supposed to bring a dessert.”
“And he does.” A grey hair, big man said, wearing an Elvis costume along with a pink apron and holding a tray, filled half with big and amazing looking cookies and half with spongy chocolate cupcakes said, flashing a smile at you. “Bobby Elvis; Abel’s uncle”
“Really?” Chibs nodded taking off his gloves and placing himself behind the table, smirking at the young mothers.
“SAMCRO is here to help Abel win the prize.” Bobby said. “And i offered Mrs. Munion an special Elvis number. Kids love the King.” You nodded. Charming kids seemed to love Elvis Presley. Right after Bobby and Chibs, a tattoo scalped dorky looking man, older than you for about 3 years walked in, another tray in his hands. You crossed your arms in front of your chest; You couldn’t believe it.
“Hey.” Juice greeted. “These are the last ones”
“I made 4 trays.” The man nodded, then pointed at the other 5, or 6 man chilling next to their Harleys, lifting several cupcakes and cookies, making Bobby shake his head. “Big bad biker love dessert.” Juice snorted and nodded, aiming to grab a cookie.
“A dollar!” Abel said running towards Juice and jumping into Chibs arms. “That’s a dollar, Juicy” Juan Carlos scoffed and nodded, handing the little boy a dollar, enjoying his not so free cookie. You laughed at the cute scene, but you could tell your suspicions were right. Jax was not coming.
Or that’s what you thought, when you saw him pull over and hop off his bike, taking off his helmet and fixing his pants. Abel was playing with you with a red shinning ball when he saw his daddy.
“Daddy!” He screamed running to meet him, making you smile as you got up and quickly followed, fixing your dress; suddenly, and as twisted as it sounded, you wished you had wore something more flattering. Jax picked his son up and kissed his forehead, making Abel laugh and squirm in his arms.
“You finally arrived.” You said caressing Abel’s hair and smiling at Jax.
“Wouldn’t miss it. With all the TM and MC business, Bobby doesn’t bake as much as he did.” He smiled at you, giving you a warm smile and walking closer, kissing your cheek. “How’s it going, Miss?” You blushed bright red and smiled.
Abel was playing with his father’s kutte. “And his Elvis is even rarer.” He continued as he looked down at Abel and kissed his forehead again. “What are you doing son?”
You bit your lip; How could he be a mix of everything? How could he be a father and the president of an outlaw club? How could he hold his 5 year old with hands that killed and tortured?
How could you be so afraid of him and still feel so attracted?
“Hey son-” He said, placing Abel down, while still looking at you. “Remember what we talked at home?” His soon put on a lost face then nodded, smiling and even blushing a little. Abel was adorable. “Go on, then.” He gave him 5 dollars and Abel ran away, screaming and laughing as Chibs tried to chase him.
“Seems like your baked goods are doing fine.” You said fixing your hair and looking at Juice and Elvis selling out Abel’s dessert, while flirting with the young mothers. “It’s the Reaper charm.” You laughed along with Jax, until an old lady, probably a grandma looked at the bikers like they had the plague and three heads. Jax went fully silent and shook his head, sitting down in a chair near.
“What’s wrong?” You asked, walking closer to him. Jax lighted up a cigarette without a drop of shame and shook his head.
“Did you saw that?” You turned around, hands on your hips, knowing he meant the rude old ladies. “That’s the look that Abel’s gonna get just because i’m his old man. He’s not gonna be Abel. He’s going to be Jackson Teller’s son all his life, who knows…” he said looking down and blowing the smoke off; For a minute you thought he was talking to himself, forgetting about you. “Maybe he’s going to pay for my sins.”
“Well-” you began looking at your neatly painted red nails. “I think this town needs to start looking behind the kutte. You’re all man, most of you are fathers.” Jax nodded.
“You see behind the kutte?”
He snorted and smiled. “What do you see?”
“I see loving father, a troubled young men. A widower, an outlaw with a firm sense of what’s right.” This made Jax look up at you. “Someone’s who’s fighting to make the right thing. And who knows…” making sure no one was looking you took a drag of the cigarette blowing the smoke out. “Maybe Abel’s not gonna pay for anything.”
Jax looked at you as a blind man would see his mothers face for the first time. You blushed and looked down, afraid that you were being too personal.
Jax was interrupted when Juice come on to both of you, jogging slightly.
“Jax, we need to go. Alvarez called.” Jax looked at Juice and nodded, stomping on his cigarette as the tattooed man walked away. He called for Abel, who showed him a thumbs up, but the little boy was already being handled by Chibs who was putting a helmet on him.
“Duty calls.” He said smiling at you, a bit cheeky. You nodded.
“You think you do.” The president looked back, all his brothers already on their bikes. “Listen…” his blue eyes piercing into yours. “Come over at TM tomorrow. Saturdays always call for parties there. Inside of you, you were screaming like a 15 year old, but you had to remain profesional.
“Oh, Jax, i don’t think it would be a good idea.” You said, when every nerve on your body wanted to scream yes.
“Abel’s leaving to a farm with my ex wife for the weekend. She’s taking him and Thomas, that way we won’t give the poor kid any ideas.”
You shifted, akwardly on your place but nodded.
“9 PM. Maybe i can show you something more than a loving father.” He winked, kissing your hand like a gentleman and leaving you standing there.
When you came back to your table, you found a big box of your favorite chocolate cookies, the one’s that Lana’s mom made, a note attached to it.
“We heard you like chocolate chip cookies. Treat yourself.
“So where do you want to go Westy?” Misha muttered, as he looked through the hole between the seat and the door.
West looked out the window and smiled. “I want to eat that yummy cupcake we had. The one with lots and lots of chocolate!” He squealed. Licking his lips as he remembered just how amazing they were.
Misha nodded. In fact, he had hoped his son wanted to go back. It would give him an excuse to see you again.
It’s been almost two weeks, and he still couldn’t get you off his mind.
“Sure that sounds great!” He muttered.
“Maybe we should get her something since she gave us those yummy cupcakes last time.”
West furrowed his eye brows. “Like flowers? Girls like flowers right daddy?”
Misha chuckled, and nodded. “Yes, they do. Good job West!”
He turned to face the front, and turned the key into the ignition.
“Let’s go get some at the store before we go get some of the cupcakes okay?”
He couldn’t help but have a smile plastered on to his face as he imagined your cute reaction as he gave you the flowers.
This wasn’t something Misha was used to. Getting this way for a girl. He was nervous but excited all at the same time, and somehow he loved that feeling.
(At the store)
West walked around as Misha followed close behind.
West found a small little cupcake keychain.
“Daddy!” He croaked.
Misha squared down to his son. Staring directly at him. West shoved the keychain into his face and smiled.
“Can we get her this?”
Misha watched his son gush over the chain. Staring at it as if he won the lottery.
“Of course! I’m sure she’ll love it.”
West chuckled and walked toward where the flowers were.
“Daddy! Get these ones!” West exclaimed. They were red roses, typical, but he let his son decide what to get.
“Why not.” He cackled.
You were tired from being on your feet all day. Baking up a storm since you somehow grew busy.
Something about an actor showing up? You weren’t quite sure. But it didn’t bother you.
You loved it and you couldn’t help but feel excited.
The door bell rang as both West and Misha walked inside.
You were too busy to even notice. But he did. He couldn’t stop looking at you. Your hair pulled back into that same messy bun. Your apron covered in flour. He had the biggest smile like a child on Christmas morning.
“Come on daddy! The line is going to get long.” West pulled his father up to the front.
Misha could feel his heart racing and his stomach flutter as they took a step closer to you.
As the lady ordered her Carmel covered Apple, Misha and west walked over.
You met his gaze, your breath hitches to the back of your throat. You thought you were never going to see him again. But here he was, standing before you.
“Hi.” His lips curved up into that cute smile you grew to like.
You both stared at each other for what seemed like forever. Just gazing into one another like two lovebirds.
“Daddy! Can I give it to her now?” West interrupted.
Misha blinked and cleared his throat. “Right yea! Sure westy.”
You finally took your gaze off the guy and averted your eyes down to West.
He had flowers in his hands.
He propped up on his tip toes and placed it on the counter.
“This is for you. Thank you for the yummy cupcake!” He flashed a smile. Making your heart melt.
“Aww this is so beautiful. Thank you.” You walked around the counter and knelt down in front of him.
He threw his arms around you without any hesitation. Pulling you in as close as he could.
“Oh and this is yours too.”
You looked down at his hand where the keychain laid on his palm.
“This is perfect. Thank you sweetie.” Your voice shook as tears welled in your eyes. Never in your life have you felt loved like the way this little boy has shown you.
Misha cleared his throat. “Yea we wanted to thank you for being so kind that one day.”
You propped up and place the keychain in your pocket, and walked back to the other side of the counter.
“It was really no problem. But thank you for this.” You met his gaze. “Seriously, this is beyond amazing.”
He curved his lips up, and nodded.
“I should put these in water.” You smiled as you put your finger up motioning for them to wait.
You ran to the back and placed the flowers in a cup and filled it with water.
Your cheeks hurt so much from smiling. The cute boy you gushed over the past couple of weeks, making your friends, family and coworkers annoyed with you. But here you were, getting butterflies all over again.
As you walked back over to the register, the boys were surrounded by girls. Cameras were out, flashes everywhere. You weren’t quite sure what was going on.
“What’s happening?” You whispered to your coworker, Marisol.
“Well the actor the customers were talking about? Guess that’s him. I think his name is like Musha callen? I don’t know.” She stammered.
You furrowed your brows. Everything was making sense. Of course you knew who he was! He was the guy your best friend drooled over from that show. Along with the other two guys.
“Thank you all for coming out. It means a lot. But West and I need to get our delicious cupcakes and make our way back home to Maison.” He muttered.
He walked toward you, making your heart pound faster.
“Sorry about that.” He smiled.
“Don’t worry about it.” You exclaimed. “The same as last time?”
As you handed him the cupcakes, your hands grazed over each other, causing a spark to ignite not only in you, but in him as well.
You swallowed hard. Not knowing what to say or do.
“Daddy? Can I eat my cupcake now?”
Misha shook his head and licked his lips.
“Yeah. Hold on.” He pulled out his wallet and you caught his attention.
“No, don’t worry about it. You both didn’t have to get me the flowers and the beautiful key chain. So please, this is on me.”
He smiled profusely, yelling at himself to ask you out.
“Thank you.” He let out.
“of course.” You whispered.
He pulled west up and placed him on his shoulders. They made their way out of the store.
His heart pounding, as regret washed over him.
“Good job Misha. Messed that up.” He muttered to himself.
Coulson: Doctor Banner, Mr. Stark … you were supposed to be making cupcakes. Remember?
Bruce: [looks down at the small robot chirping happily in his hands] Um … we made an assistant baker? [smiles down at it] He’s very good at fetching and bringing ingredients, as long as they’re small, like him.
Tony: [grins at Bruce and the robot] Chill, Agent Double-Oh-Not-Dead. [dismissive wave] We named him Cupcake, so technically, we made a cupcake.
Coulson: [calmly] Are you going to let the judges taste your cupcake?
Bruce: [eyes flash green as Cupcake chirps in recognition of his name]
Tony: [smirks] They can try?
Clint: They look pretty.
Natasha: [nods] Very pretty.
Coulson: Can they be eaten?
Clint: [grins widely] Maybe!
Natasha: [shrugs] Maybe not.
Clint: [still grinning] They might blow up.
Steve: [earnestly] Thor, please, I don’t understand what I did. [pulls one of his apple pie vanilla cupcakes from the counter] Here, try this, maybe it’ll make you feel better?
Thor: [continues to stare at the mixer forlornly]
Steve: [looks ready to cry] What did I do?
Coulson: [pats his shoulder] It’s a Loki thing.
Sam: I promise, it’s not poisoned.
Judge 1: [nods toward the stoic Bucky] Then why is he staring at us like that?
Sam: He’s … waiting for you to … try them?
Judge 2: Becaose zey ahr poisined.
Sam: No, they’re not p-
Judge 3: You want us to die.
Sam: [looks at Bucky] Dude, turn around or something.
Fury: Motherfucking cupcakes. How did they manage to screw up motherfucking cupcakes?
Coulson: They are who they are, sir.
Fury: Cupcakes, Coulson!
Coulson: [holds out Steve’s apple pie vanilla cupcake] The Captain’s are good.
Fury: [takes one] Get them the fuck back to the Tower. [munches the cupcake] Fuck.
All It Took Was A Simple Question - A Grant Gustin One Shot
Can’t even explain how much I adore Grant :) He’s literally the cutest human being on the plant and if there wasn’t a significant age gap between us, I would totally tap that. Just saying.
It had been an uneventful day so far but that was about to change. I was on my way to the Kids Choice Awards and boy was I excited. I very rarely had any time to go to these shows, seeing as how I worked on various different TV Shows, had several animals to care for and my younger sister was currently staying with me. That on top of all of the dating rumours that were currently floating around about me and some random celebrity, you could say that I didn’t want to be in the public eye. But alas, I was up for an award so I had to show my face and I hadn’t seen my friends in so long so it would be great to reunite with them whilst we were all off work. I was all decked out for the event, wearing a nude strapless bustier with a high waist chiffon shirt and a white blazer with black detailing. My hair had been straightened to perfection and my makeup done simple yet sexy, seeing as my makeup artist was determined to find me a man tonight, not that it would happen. I had my sights sent on one particular guy but alas, it would never work, seeing as how both of our schedules were absolutely crazy as well as the simple factor that he could have anyone else, so why would he ever choose me.
“Alright, now don’t fiddle with your hair, I know you do that where you’re nervous. If your shoes start to hurt, power through it. Beauty is pain. Now go show em what your made of,” my hairstylist Charlie said, giving me a playful slap on the butt. I rolled my eyes at the over enthused male before sliding out of the car, letting him adjust my outfit so it look good. Once he gave me a nod of approval I set off in hopes of getting the interviews out of the way so I could see my old work buddies. “OH MY GOD ITS Y/N!” “SHES SO HOT!” “I’D DO HER!” “Y/N I LOVE YOU!” Ear splitting screams attacked me from every direction, making me wince slightly, not at all used to the over excited fans. My manager led me over to the fans, telling me I had 10 minutes to take photos before I would have to go do some interviews. I simple waved her off, approaching the first crying fan and striking up a conversation. This was always my favourite part of what I do; meeting the people who enjoyed my work and who came from all around the world just to meet me. It was incredible to think that all of these people loved a small town Sydney girl who was just pursuing her dream. “Oh my god I can’t even explain how much I love you this is insane! I never thought I would actually meet you!” the first girl cried, gripping her phone tightly in her hand. I cooed at her cuteness, wrapping my arms around her and giving her a tight hug. We spoke for a few minutes, taking several selfies on her phone before I moved down the line. “Y/N who are you most excited to see tonight!” a yell caught my attention, making me look up from where I was signing someones phone case into the crowd to see a group of girls looking at me expectantly. “Oh umm I don’t know actually. I really just came to see you guys and talk to some old friends to be honest,” I shrugged, handing the phone back to the crying fan. “Is that code for ‘I want to see Grant again?’” another girl piped up, causing the fans to giggle in response. My eyes widened, cheeks heating up at her question. “W-what? No! I just…” I couldn’t even think of a proper answer for that. “We all know that they’re going to get together one of these days and have adorkable (that is now an official word!) babies and live happily ever after,” someone chimed in, causing everyone to erupt into excited squeals. “Since you guys seemed to have my life all sorted out, who wants to be the wedding planner?” I teased, taking another photo with another fan. “I totally call dibs on being flower girl!” someone yelled, resulting in everyone screaming out what part they wanted in my ‘future wedding’. “Who’s getting married?” a husky voice whispered in my ear, making me jump in shock and squeal slightly at the intrusion. “OH MY GOD OTP!” the ‘flower girl’ shrieked, taking a million photos of myself and whoever was behind me. I tilted my head to the side, seeing Grant behind me, smiling down at me. I rolled my eyes, turning around in his arms that were conveniently placed around my waist and wrapping mine around his neck, squeezing him tightly. “Hey you,” I murmured, melting into his embrace. “Hi,” he sighed, tightening his arms around my waist and lifting me off the ground slightly, making all of the fans coo. “Grant when are you gonna propose to Y/N?” someone asked, making me pull away from his hold, squeaking in protest. “I think I have to take her on a date first guys,” he laughed, manoeuvring my frozen body so he was standing behind me, head resting on my shoulder. “Today can be our first date,” I joked, patting his cheek affectionately. He nuzzled his face into my shoulder, planting 'secretive’ kisses along my exposed neck, making me hum in delight. “Alright, come on lovebirds. Time’s up!” my manager, shouted, gripping my hand tightly and pulling me away from the warm embrace, making me pout. Grant latched into my other hand, allowing my manager to pull us both along like we were misbehaving children. “I don’t even know why we try to keep you both separated,” Grant’s manager shook her head, fixing our outfits once we had stopped. “It’s like a gravitational pull…” he sighed, lightly bumping hips with me. “Yeh, you can’t keep me away from my bae,” I giggled, gazing up at him dreamily. He grinned, leaning down and pressing a kiss to my cheek, nuzzling my nose with his. “God that was so cute, it made me want to puke,” my manager gagged, turning away from our affection. I rolled my eyes, wrapping my arm around Grant’s waist and leaning on him, having complete faith in him not walking away and leaving me sprawled on the ground. “So when are you guys getting together then?” a new voice piped up, making my eyes snap open, seeing Candice standing in front of us, hands on her hips and smirking. “I better be invited to the wedding,” Danielle added in, turning around from where she was waving at the overly excited fans. “Why is everyone trying to plan our wedding! We aren’t even dating yet!” I threw my hands up in the air in disbelief. “Yet?” Grant’s brows raised, looking down at my blushing form. “Oh my god she said yet!” Candice squealed, jumping up and down excitedly. “Wait no! That’s no what I meant!” I squeaked, covering my blushing cheeks. Grant spun me in his hold so I was facing him, dropping his head so he was looking up at me through the cracks in my hands. I groaned, smiling slightly at the sight but still embarrassed as hell. He grinned cutely, prying my hands away from my face and holding them in his own, standing back up at his full height. He leaned forward slightly, resting his forehead on mine, nose bumping slightly against mine. My lips twitched in amusement, nuzzling against it cutely, eyes fluttering closed. “God if you don’t hurry up and kiss her, I will,” Danielle groaned, making us both burst out into giggles. “You can give me a smooch any time Dani,” I winked, blowing her an air kiss. She raised her brows seductively, playing along with my game. “Hold on, have you two kissed before?” Grant asked, head shooting back and forth between us. Neither of us said a word, opting to simply giggle and shrug, patting his shoulder. “Dom’t be jealous,” I grinned, pecking his lips lightly. He stared at me incredulously, shocked that I would do that so casually. After a moment of simply staring at me, the biggest and cutest smile broke out onto his face, arms hoisting me up into the air, spinning me around like we were in a Nicholas Sparks movie. “God you’re so cute I can’t!” he squealed, yes squealed, hugging me close to his chest whilst still holding me, legs wrapped around his waist for my own safety. “Ok sweetie we can talk about how cute I am later, just put me down,” I chuckled nervously, not liking being in his hold when he could potentially drop me. “I would never drop you if that’s what you’re worried about,” he kept on smiling, tightening his hold on me. It was then that I realised that a) His hands were currently resting on my poorly covered butt, probably showing off my less than appropriate underwear to the entirely of the world and b) Everyone was currently either watching us or filming us. “Seriously… Honey…. Put me down,” my eyes were the size of golfballs once I had realised everyones eyes were on us, hands self consciously coming down to rest on his, sighing in relief when I realised that he was actually covering my butt. “No one can see your butt… Don’t worry… That’s only for me,” he winked cheekily, grunting when I slapped his chest. He placed me back down on the floor, holding his chest in mock pain, groaning about how hard I had hit him and ‘only a kiss could make the pain go away’. I simply rolled my eyes, pressing my lips against his for a few short seconds, pulling away when he tried to deepen it. “Bad boys don’t get kiss,” I shock my finger mockingly, turning around to properly greet the girls that were staring at us, phones out recording. “So Grant, how does it feel to have finally kissed your long time lover,” Candice giggled, phone focusing on the smug looking boy. He shrugged his shoulders, nodding cockily and mumbling something along the lines of “she can’t resist me”, playing it cool for the camera, when we all knew inside he was fangirling and squealing like a 12 year old girl that just got her first valentine. “Yeh sure Mr Arrogant,” I stuck my tongue out, yelping when he grabbed me suddenly, placing kisses all over my face. “Ok ok stop god!” “Have I told you how beautiful you look?” he smiled, eyes raking down my body. “Keep it in your pants Grant!” Danielle screamed, making the actor blush a bright shade of red, tucking his head into my neck, wailing about how mean his friends were being. Yep, these were my co workers, weird as hell. But I wouldn’t change a thing.
This is the cocky face I imagine he pulls at the end when Candice is recording him:
It’s been so long since I’ve had a chance to write because of school, but here’s a new fanfic! This isn’t a part of my playlist series, but it’s equally cheesy and cute. And so I bring you “Just Like a Movie”
It was the kind of love only reserved for cheesy movies. The bad girl, the cowboy, and an attraction that can’t be denied. It wasn’t that they didn’t have their fights and their faults, because they certainly did. But they forgave, and they loved each other more for it.
It started on the subway. They were young and it was fun and she fell for him, quite literally. She let go of the bar on the subway that she was holding on to, and fell right into his lap. She stood up off of him, told him that they were dating, and broke up with him in about 30 seconds, but he still believes it was the best relationship he had ever had.
They met again at school. He never expected to see her again, but here she was. This was when he started to think that he was in an actual movie. She wore her leather jacket and combat boots and acted tough, but had this soft spot for her best friend. She loved her best friend with a kind of love that he wished he could even have a little bit of. He tried to get closer to her, he joked around with her, messed with her a little bit. It was never mean, and the smirks that they wore on their faces around each other attested to that. Being around her felt so easy, almost like it was meant to be. He never had to be the prince around her.
He regrets dating Riley. He got off track with his real feelings and took a detour. He played the prince to Riley’s princess, and he could see the blue eyes that were always in the back of his mind fading away. They never completely faded away, but they were covered up by a rich brown. But he soon realized that he couldn’t be the hero that Riley wanted. He was “Lucas the Good”, as named by Maya, but he couldn’t be “Lucas the Hero” like Riley wanted. And so it ended.
He denied that he changed as a person when he was with Riley, but Maya would swear on her life that he did. He became more like Riley, and she doesn’t know if it’s because he knew that she loved Riley, or if it was because Riley makes everyone a little more like her. Maya secretly wishes it was the first one, but she knew it was because her best friend was the best person in the world. It wasn’t all bad though. He spent more time with her, cared more for her, some would say that he was flirting with her, but she denied it.
They started dating junior year when Lucas asked her to Homecoming. Maya was sitting on the subway in the corner where they met, when Lucas suddenly fell into her lap. She smiled at him, and he smiled at her, and she shoved him off her lap.
“You’re heavy,” she said while laughing.
“I was trying to do a cute homecoming proposal, but now I’m sitting on the floor. I see how it is.” Maya opened her mouth in surprise. “Maya Penelope Hart, I can now officially say that I’ve fallen for you. Will you go to homecoming with me?”
“I guess so Huckleberry,” she said with a giant smile on her face, “now get off the floor.”
Homecoming came and went, and they both looked radiant, but the real joy of their relationship was when they weren’t trying to impress each other. Baking cupcakes, walking around the streets of New York hand in hand, binging their favorite rom-com’s with no shame, it was truly a golden time. They didn’t show much affection during school, but sometimes when Maya would stay late to paint in the art room, Lucas would come to watch. He always thought that she looked her best with paint on her face, her hair up in a messy bun, and her face scrunched up in thought. She came to his baseball games, and cheered the loudest. Lucas always told her to stop, but she knew that he liked it and cheered louder the next game.
The honeymoon phase ended senior year when the stress of colleges came around. They swore they wouldn’t be mad if they went to different colleges, but everyone knew that they couldn’t stay away from each other for more than a few hours, and they didn’t know how they would be able to stay away for months. They were both offered scholarships, baseball for Lucas, and art for Maya. The day Maya was offered a full ride they both cried. He kissed her tears away, and shed a few himself. She needed this full ride, but Lucas needed her.
And so they left each other. And they tried, they tried so hard to make it work. But she went to the West Coast, and he stayed up in New York. He couldn’t watch her paint, and she couldn’t watch him play and it tore them apart. They couldn’t wipe away the tears or dance to stupid songs together in the middle of the night. They couldn’t bake cupcakes, and they couldn’t watch the new season of their favorite show together. So it ended.
They were different people without the other to balance each other out. Maya spent so much time on her artwork, and without Lucas to remind her, she forgot to eat and sleep. She hadn’t showered and the spunk that was left in her was almost gone. Lucas turned to partying and sleeping around to cope with the breakup. He was a mess when he was sober, and was even more of a mess when he wasn’t. He slept with girls trying to find the connection with her, but he never found it again.
They could never forget each other. For five years they tried, and they would get into new relationships but it was never like the spark that the two had. Lucas stopped riding the subway and Maya couldn’t eat a cupcake without flashing back to when she covered him with icing. They felt like a piece was missing from their hearts.
And so after five years he went looking for her. He moved out to L.A. for a while. And one odd morning he found her in a L.A. coffeeshop with paint in hair, working on a sketch. She hadn’t bothered to put on makeup, and was wearing a t-shirt, sweatpants, and slippers, but she was a breath of air to him. He didn’t know what to say, but he shakily walked over anyways.
“Hi…” he said with a hesitation in his voice. He sat down at her table. She stared at him with an open mouth. She knew it was him, but he was different. He was taller and had a darker feel to him.
“Hi…” she responded. All she wanted to do was kiss him, to feel the passion that they had once had, but she didn’t. “What are you doing here?” she had to ask, she had to know.
“I came here to find you. I need you.” And to everyone around them it was just a normal conversation, but to them it was the scene in the movie where they go and kiss in the rain. It wasn’t raining, but she stood up and grabbed him by the collar and kissed him with as much intensity as a rainstorm. In their heads there was fireworks and colors, and in the movie version of their life the whole coffeeshop stood up and clapped for them. In reality there was just some odd staring, but they had each gotten their fix of each other and it felt amazing.
And like the cheesy movie romance they had, they spent the rest of the day laughing, making out, and swearing to each other that they would spend the rest of their lives together. And they did.
So I had come to the conclusion that I am obsessed with Grant… At least I’m not obsessed with drugs ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Grant had woken me up quite early by mistake by rolling out of bed and accidentally landing on the floor, grunting in pain. “Are you ok?” I mumbled, not even bothering to open my eyes, preferring to grab his pillow and cuddle it, moving over to his side of the bed. “Yeh, sorry I woke you,” he answered and I could pretty much feel the frown that was on his face. I waved him off, finally opening my eyes, not wanting to miss the show that was about to happen. Every morning he would get up, either to go to an interview or to film or what not and strip in the middle of the room, knowing that I didn’t mind his nakedness. I had decided that since we weren’t able to have any ‘sexy time’ as he puts it, I would settle for watching him get ready of a morning without him actually realising that I was fully awake. I lay there for the next 20 minutes, watching him wander around the room, picking an outfit and fixing his hair as he hummed a random song in that gorgeous voice of his. “It’s a little creepy that your staring at me,” he chimed from the wardrobe, making me jump from my daydream, giggling like an idiot. “It’s not staring, it’s gazing and it’s technically your fault because you’re the one that walks around butt naked every morning,” I stuck my tongue out, shifting so I was leaning against the headboard, hands placed delicately over my rounded stomach. “You’re the one that has refused me from touching you in any way possible so its actually your fault,” he shot back, sticking his head out the doorway, a sassy look on his face. I rolled my eyes, chucking a pillow at him childishly. “Yeh sure blame it on the one carrying your child. Now come help me out of bed,” I stuck my hands in the air, waiting for him to hoist me out of bed, another part of our daily morning ritual. He quickly hurried over, grasping my awaiting hands and pulling me out of bed, giving me a funny look. “Why do you always feel the need to wear my shirts,” he whined, pulling at the oversized t-shirt I was wearing. “Because it’s comfortable and smells like you,” I grinned, patting his cheek affectionately and stepping away from the bed, waddling around the room. “You’re like a penguin! It’s so cute!” he giggled, sitting on the bed and watching me struggle to pull a pair of jeans on. I shot him a glare, finally managing to get the button done up, riffling through the cupboard trying to find a shirt. “Can you go make me a tea please?” I yelled from inside the chaos that is our closet, busy tying to find the perfect outfit for the day. I heard a sound of agreement, leaving me to my decision making. I settled on a grey and black stripped t-shirt, a light brown wooly cardigan over the top and my favourite pair of brown knee high boots. Don’t judge me, its cold and I want to be comfortable. I threw my hair up in a messy bun, opting to my makeup after breakfast. I waddled out of the room, struggling down the stairs considering I couldn’t even see my feet properly. “Makes me laugh every time,” Grant shook his head, waiting for me at the bottom of the stairs, still completely shirtless and jeans unbuttoned. “You might want to go get dressed considering it’s you that’s having the interview, not me,” I poked his chest, walking around him to the dining room where I could smell the overwhelming scent of bacon. “Don’t act like you’re not enjoying this!” he called from the top of the stairs, making me chuckle. God he’s a cocky son of a bitch… But at least he can cook. I plopped down at the table, tucking my legs under my butt and picking up a piece of bacon, happily chopping away whilst scrolling through tumblr on my laptop. “Really…? I swear you’re addicted to that site…” Grant sighed, startling me from my happy bliss. I rolled my eyes, continuing to reblog random photos and quotes, occasionally sipping from my tea. “What time is your interview?” I asked, looking over the rim of my cup. Grant simply shrugged, mumbling something about waiting till his manager called him to leave. As if she knew we had been speaking about her, his phone started to ring, blaring the super annoying yet super fitting 'Boss Ass Bitch’ that she decided to set herself. “Ok chickens, your interview is in an hour, I need you to get down to the building soon and start to set up and then you’re free for the rest of the day,” her chirpy voice rang out through the speaker, making me wince at her cheerfulness. It was way too early to be THAT happy. Grant made a noise of acceptance, hanging up on her before she could go off at him again, which is usually what happened whenever he had an interview. “Do you want me to do your hair?” I asked, turning all of my attention to my half asleep boyfriend, seeing as how my plate of food was gone and tumblr had started to bore me. He nodded, scooting out his chair so I could stand in-between his legs, watching as I shuffled around the room, collecting various products from my bag. I stood in front of him, gently running my hands through the brunette locks, massaging his head. “If only you did this every day,” he hummed, leaning down so he was resting his head on my protruding belly, continuing to let me massage him. “Yes well I’m sure we would be in even more trouble if we did, so make sure you remember this moment because it probably won’t happen again,” I teased, picking up the can of hairspray and begun styling his hair, pushing it up into his signature quiff. I worked in silence for the next few moments, fluffing up his hair and fixing his outfit whilst he just simply stared at me, his eyes beginning to gloss over. “I love you…So much,” he whispered, looking up at me from his seated position. I placed my things on the table, cupping his cheeks and pressing a kiss to his lips. “As do I,” I muttered, resting my forehead against his.
"What Could Have Been..." - One Direction Preference
L i a m: A blaze of red breezed down the quiet street, sirens whirring through the warm spring air. All the kids were lined up anxiously at the edge of the sidewalk. Each one standing on tiptoes to see as they bounced excitedly on the balls of their small feet, eyes round and glued to the shiny red truck. The fire chief stepped down from the cab of the truck, bright yellow helmet tucked neatly under his arm. “Good afternoon, kids,” he chimed, greeting them with a professional smile, “are you excited to see how a fire truck operates?” All the children let out ear piercing cheers, clapping in delight as the chief tapped the metal door. Just then, another man hopped down from the back of the truck. With a wide, white-toothed grin, the young, broad shouldered fireman explained in animated detail, what each nozzle and lever was used for. You couldn’t peel your eyes away from his chiseled jaw or his warm chocolate eyes as he spoke. It was evident that he had a way with children, and his vibrant actions spoke directly to your fluttering heart. Before you realized what had happened, the afternoon bell chimed, signaling lunchtime. Gathering yourself, you quickly ushered your students back to the building. A strong hand came to rest on your shoulder, earning your surprised attention. “Hi, I’m Liam,” he hummed, voice carrying a hint of an accent, “I couldn’t help but notice how beautiful you are, and I was wondering. Would you care to go to dinner with me sometime?”
H a r r y: The sky turned grey, storm clouds forming overhead, when suddenly heavy drops of rain came pouring down on your head. Cursing Mother Nature, you scurried along the rapidly dampening sidewalk, desperate for an escape from the spring showers. You quickly ducked into the closest building you saw, sighing a heavy breath of relief from the rising chill forming in the air. The overwhelmingly sweet aroma of chocolate and vanilla wafted into your nose, filling your senses with mouthwatering desire. “Hi there,” a low, sultry voice came from behind you, startling you, “how can I help you?” Spinning around on your heels, your lips instantly curled into a soft smile. “Umm,” you smirked, crossing over to the long, sleek bakery counter, “that depends. What’s good here?” Grinning back at you, you watched as the tall, handsome man wiped his flour stained hands on his white apron, emerald gaze lingering over your body. “Well, something as sweet as you, deserves only the sweetest things to touch her lips,” he purred, reaching for a pan of freshly baked chocolate cupcakes. Popping one from the cooling rack, he raised an eyebrow at you as he expertly swirled a dollop of cream cheese frosting in the center. Handing you the warm cupcake, he flashed you a dimpled smile. “For you,” he hummed, “and maybe in return, I could get your number?”
L o u i s: You sat in the bleachers, blue plastic clipboard resting in your lap as you watched the players rush across the freshly groomed turf. “C’mon, off sides ladies, off sides,” the coach’s voice called across the field, his own clipboard tucked beneath his arm as he cupped his hands around his mouth. Shifting on the cold metal seat, you tucked your hair neatly behind your ear, absentmindedly chewing a hangnail on your left hand. You tried to focus your attention back on the jersey clad players running in the grass, but your eyes refused to keep from wandering back to the handsome, foreign coach. Shaking your head at yourself, you glanced down at the list of players on your scout sheet, centering your concentration on their technique, and the stamina they portrayed. The roster in your fidgety grasp portrayed all the best stats you were looking to recruit, yet you couldn’t keep your mind from trailing back to the statistical ten residing in the young coach’s ass. He paced back and forth along the edge of the field, his intense sea blue eyes briefly flicking to where you sat. He flashed you a flirty smile, before stopping to quickly scribble something on the back of his papers attached to the clipboard. Holding it up for you to see, it read, “coffee after practice?” in his untidy scrawl. He watched pleasantly as a grin spread across your face, and you nodded, lips forming a delighted “yes.”
N i a l l: The clock seemed to tick painfully slow, the minutes dragging on and on as you sat in the crowded classroom. Pen gripped between thumb and forefinger, you absentmindedly chewed on the plastic end as your professor talked through the battle of Little Bighorn. History certainly wasn’t your favorite subject, but you couldn’t seem to tear your eyes away from the handsome blond standing at the head of the room. The way his smooth, pale pink lips formed each syllable drew your mind to fantasies of feeling those lips move in rhythm against your own. The soft lilt of his voice, Irish accent low and enticing, left you hanging on his every word. Just then, the chime of the bell yanked you from your daydreams, forcing you back to reality. Leisurely, you packed your laptop and textbooks back into your messenger bag, eyes continually flicking to where your professor stood hunched over his desk. Hoisting your bag over your head, you cautiously approached him. “Excuse me, Professor Horan,” you whispered, trying to keep your voice steady and casual. “Yes, Miss (Y/L/N)?” he smirked, stalking slowly closer, “can I help you?” Color flushing your cheeks, you glanced briefly at the floor. Closing the remaining distance, you placed a hand timidly to his chest, fingers toying with the small buttons on his chest. “You tell me,” you purred, giggling as you rose to your full height and pressed your lips firmly with his.
Z a y n: Stepping onto the subway car, the smells of oil and something stale, mixed with the lingering scent of smoke from a recently extinguished cigarette. It was crowded, everyone in a rush to get on with their hectic lives. Scanning the dirty space, your eyes searched for an empty seat. “Need a seat?” a deep, sultry voice came from beside you. Your eyes fell to the stranger, his chocolate colored eyes twinkling brightly as he smiled up at you. “You can squeeze in beside me,” he continued, lifting his leather jacket into his lap to make room for you. You flashed him a grateful smile, maneuvering your way through the masses of bodies clogging the stuffy car. Shimmying in beside him, you leaned casually against the hard metal bench. “Thank you,” you murmured, smiling politely in his direction. “No problem,” he crooned, extending his hand out to you, “I’m Zayn, by the way.” Placing your hand gently in his palm, your eyes fell to his caramel skin. His hand was soft, and sleek. Smooth, like marble behind all of his black, ink filled tattoos. “You ever thought of getting one?” he asked, voice carrying a hint of humor as he let his thumb linger along the back of your hand. “Hmm? Sorry,” you retorted, furrowing your brow in confusion. “A tattoo,” he chuckled, pushing back the sleeve of his t-shirt that hid the impressive art marking his skin. “Oh, uh, I– I don’t know,” you shrugged lightheartedly. Getting to his feet as the subway pulled to a stop, he slipped a business card into your grasp. “Call me,” he coaxed, “if you decide you’re interested.” With a charming wink, he disappeared into a sea of surrounding strangers.
[AUTHOR’S NOTE: A MASSIVE THANK YOU GOES TO MY INCREDIBLY SWEET & CREATIVE BEST FRIEND, elle-hope AND MY WONDERFUL SISTER classyansassy!! I LOVE YOU GIRLS! AND I OWE YOU SO MUCH FOR ALWAYS HELPING ME THROUGH ANY OF MY TOUGH SPOTS!! <3 <3 <3]
Claire turned to the
left and to the right, staring at her reflection in the mirror with
an intense scrutiny for a few moments, hands running over the
material of her knee length sundress as she assessed what she saw.
“Okay, I look
She gave a little
twirl, watching the skirt of her dress billow up slightly with the
motion, pushing it back down when she realized moving too fast caused
her to flash the cupcake print panties she’d put on prior to getting
dressed. Sure, she wanted Mikey to get a glimpse of her underwear
eventually that night, but not on accident. Preferably when they were
back at her place after all the family introductions and things were
It’d been all of a
week since she’d finally met her co-op partner face to face and while
the passage of time had been brief, it felt like practically forever.
It’d been an amazing night, from the discovery of the big turtle
secret to the unexpected and wholly amazing sex to the confirmation
that they both wanted to date one another. She’d gone from being
single to having an awesome boyfriend and the past week of only
seeming him briefly, most of their encounters via text or the phone,
had been akin to torture. Now, she had a night off, she had on the
cutest little pink floral print dress, and she was not only going to
be with her bae, but she was going to meet his family. She was
excited and nervous and a million other things at once.
finality that she looked acceptable, the petite blonde scooped up her
cellphone and sent Mikey a text, hopping back and forth from one foot
to another as her thumbs worked at a rapid pace.
‘im ready, sugar.
cant wait to see u. hope ur bros will like me.’
This is the first chapter of my new imagine series, I am really excited to share this series with all my lovely readers… It’s a bit different but I hope you like it! Please let me know what you think. Please read the prologue first!
A/N: This imagine series will take place back and forth between past and present, please be mindful of the dates.
“Harry! Can you please pay attention?” Mrs. Walters, our second grade teacher, asked my best friend as he doodled cupcakes on his notebook, I tried really hard not to laugh.
“Sorry…” He muttered.
“What are you doing?” I whispered as I looked at all his drawings.
“Coming up with cupcake designs.” He flashed me a smile.
“Cause I’m going to become a famous baker one day, I need to come up with my own designs, duh,” My 6 year old friend sassed me and I just rolled my eyes.
“I see… and when are we going to bake those cupcakes together that you promised last week?” I continued whispering while I looked up to make sure Mrs. Walters wasn’t looking at us.
“Soon… soon… I’ll ask my mum if you can come over this weekend.” He scribbled a big X over a design and started over.
“You know, for someone who doesn’t like school, you sure are concentrating pretty hard on those cupcake designs.”
“What can I say? Baking is more fun then maths.” He stuck his tongue out as he started on a butterfly.
I just rolled my eyes and told myself to take extra notes to teach him later.
That Saturday, Anne, or who I like call my second mom, picked me up from my house and drove me over to hers for a baking lesson from Harry’s grandmother. Harry’s dad was busy working, so he wasn’t there when I got to their house.
“Gemma!” I hugged Harry’s older sister as she opened the door for us.
“Y/N! I’m so glad you’re here! We’re going to be making vanilla cupcakes stuffed with buttercream!” She wrapped her arms around me.
“Yumm!!!” I shrieked.
“Gem! Get your own best friend! She’s mine!” Harry hollered as he rushed down the stairs.
“Oh hush you little monkey.” She patted his head and he frowned.
“Come on Y/N! I want you to meet my grandmum!” Harry pulled me into the kitchen where a beautiful nice older woman was organizing the ingredients.
“Grandmum, meet the biggest fan of your cupcakes, well besides me, this is Y/N!” Harry put his arm around me as we smiled up to his grandmother.
“Hi there, Harry has told me so much about you, you’re so beautiful! I can’t wait for you to tell me all the bad things he’s done.” She laughed.
That afternoon I spent three hours learning how to not just make not only cupcakes but also muffins and brownies from scratch with Gemma, Harry and his grandmum. Despite how much fun I had, I preferred to just eat the desserts.
I’ll just leave the baking to Harry.
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June 2001: Holmes Chapel
Harry and I were 7 years old when his parents divorced; he took it pretty hard and so did Gemma.
“Harry? What’s wrong?” I opened the door to my house to see my best friend’s eyes red with tears streaming down them.
“My parents…” He cried.
I quickly wrapped my arms around him, “Your parents what?”
“My dad’s leaving us!” I could feel his tears damping my shirt as he sobbed into my shoulders.
“Y/N… what am I going to do?” He muffled, “I feel like it’s all my fault. Does my dad not want me anymore? Am I a bad son?”
I felt tears forming in my eyes as I listened to my best friend blame himself for something he couldn’t control.
“Harry… it’s not your fault. I know it’s not… you are a great son, it has nothing to do with you.” I rubbed his back with my hand.
I looked up and saw Anne sitting in her car watching us, she was crying as well. I felt my heart breaking seeing two of the most amazing people in my life breaking down.
“Then why? Why would he leave me?” He shouted into my shoulder. “Why is he doing this to my mum? Why is he making her cry? Why is he hurting me and Gem?! I don’t understand Y/N! Why doesn’t he love me?” He shook his head.
“Hey! Ssshhhh… Harry….” I hugged him tighter, “I’m sure your dad still loves you. Don’t think he doesn’t.”
Harry continued to cry and cry. I pulled him into my house and asked my nanny to make us tea.
“I’m going to be here for you no matter what, I promise.” I held him as we sat on the floor in my living room.
Harry sobbed in my arms until he fell asleep.
I never wanted to see my best friend cry like that again.
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June 2008: Holmes Chapel
I was studying in my room when I got a text from my ‘sister,’ who had just gone off to college the beginning of the year, I hadn’t seen her in over six months so I smiled whenever I saw her name pop up on my phone.
Gemma: So… are you and my brother dating yet? Me: What? What are you talking about? He’s my best friend. Gemma: Oh shut up, I know you’re in love with him and I’m 100% sure he’s in love with you. Me: Okay, what has college done to you? Have you lost your mind? Gemma: Y/N, don’t you dare lie to me. Me: We are only 14, what the hell? Gemma: Love doesn’t have a number sweetie. Plus you didn’t deny it! Me: Okay I’m dropping this conversation.
Maybe Gemma was right.
Harry was the only person in town that I hung out with most of the time, we’ve been friends since we were five… and he knew everything about me.
I knew everything about him.
I realized I was in love with him a year ago but I couldn’t bring myelf to admit it. He was my best friend, I didn’t want things to get awkward; plus we’re too young to even know what love really is.
My parents already didn’t like me hanging out with him. My dad kept telling me he wasn’t good enough for me. But just because my family had money and Harry’s was considered average, that doesn’t mean that Harry wasn’t good enough for me, it was me that felt like I wasn’t good enough for him. He had such a good heart, he always had a smile on. He was so kind to everyone and everyone loved him.
He always knew how to cheer someone up with his baked goods.
“Y/N!!! Y/N!!!!” Harry came bursting through my room, snapping me out of my thoughts.
“Fuck! You scared me!” I jumped back from my desk.
“Sorry!” He wrapped his arms around me from behind, “But guess what?!”
“What Harry?” I turned myself out from my desk.
“Are yo- are you studying? It’s summer break!!” He peered over my shoulders.
“Yes, you know I’m trying to graduate high school early.” I sighed.
“Gross… you’re crazy… but anyways I got a job at W Mandeville Grocer & Bakery!” He walked to the edge of my bed and sat down.
“Oh really! That’s awesome! I love their croissants!” I sat down next to him.
“I know! I’m so excited! I start tomorrow!” He clapped his hands together.
“I’m so happy for you!” I wrapped my arms around him and he hugged me back.
I felt my heart race as he held me so I quickly pulled away.
“Come on! Let’s get you out of here!” He stood up and pulled me out the door.
“Harry! I need to study!!!” I yelled.
“Pffft! Why would you want to study when it’s so beautiful out! Please, Y/N! Let’s go back to my house and hang out!” He pouted and stomped his foot.
“Fine, fine…” I never really ever said no to Harry, it was quite pathetic in my opinion.
As Harry and I walked back to his house, I kept hearing his phone ‘ding.’
“Jeez Styles, popular much?” I kicked a small rock.
“Not even close, it’s just my sister annoying me.” He pulled out his phone and read his texts, he quickly put his phone on silent and slipped it back in his pocket.
I remembered what Gemma was texting me right before he showed up. Oh shit. Was she texting him the same thing?
“What’s she going on about this time?” I looked over at him.
“Ah she’s just being silly, it’s- it’s- nothing. No big deal.” He smiled then looked away.
“Oh.” I felt my heart drop. What if Gemma was telling Harry that she thinks I’m in love with him. What if he is telling her she’s being silly because he doesn’t feel the same way.
The rest of the walk back to his house, he kept telling about the bakery and the tour he received of the back and how he was so excited to work.
The day after Harry started working, I barely saw him anymore. He was busy learning about everything he could from his boss, Simon. I was busy studying trying to graduate early, I was pretty set on being a doctor and since it took an average of 8-9 years to become one, I wanted to start early.
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April 2020: New York City (Present Day)
My headache was killing me as I was reading over my patients’ charts; I popped three Advil’s and gulped them down with water and leaned back in my chair.
“Y/N?” I heard a deep friendly, familiar voice say my name that snapped me out of my thoughts.
“Liam! What are you doing back here?” I stood up from my desk and walked around to hug him.
“I came to bring my friend an apple. An apple a day keeps the doctor away.” He chuckled as he wrapped his arms around me.
“Yet you’re here, so obviously it doesn’t work.” I took a bite.
Liam and I knew each other in high school back in Holmes Chapel but we were just classmates then. After I moved to the U.S., I lost all touch with my friends back home. We both met each other again in medical school at Harvard and immediately became great friends. There’s something about the people that are from the same place as you, that makes you feel safe. We’ve been friends for over five years. Liam specialized in Sports Medicine, mostly treating famous athletes so he traveled a lot but still lived here in New York. I specialized in Oncology, cancer. I was the head doctor of the Oncology ward of Pediatrics at New York Presbyterian/Weill Cornell Medical Center.
“What’s up?” I leaned my hips against my desk.
“I need your help,” he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small black velvet box.
“Oh my god.” I gasp as he opened the box.
“I’m going to propose to Sophia and I need your help.” He grinned.
“Holy shit, this diamond is bigger than my eyeball.” I took the box out of his hand.
“Oh shut up, you’re exaggerating!” He nudged me with his shoulders.
“Liam,” My eyes narrowed up at him, “You can see this thing from mars.”
“Okay now you’re just being dramatic! But seriously! I need help! I suck at being romantic!”
“Well I must admit, you did pick a gorgeous ring, which she deserves since she’s my best friend, does El know?”
“No, not yet, I literally just bought it and came straight here.” He scratched this chin.
“When did you know you wanted to marry her?”
“I think I’ve always known that she’s the one for me. You know? I can’t imagine ever loving someone else the way I love her. It’s been… four years.”
“I know and it’s all thanks to me!” I took a slight bow and handed him back the box.
He chuckled, “I know and I love you so much for that. Now seriously, help me figure out a way to propose.”
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November 2015: Boston, Massachusetts
“Liam! Oh my god!” I hollered as I walked into the hospital’s locker room, looking for my friend.
“What?” He turned around from his locker and raised an eyebrow at me.
“I found the perfect girl for you.” I squealed.
“Oh god, Y/N, no. I don’t- I don’t date.” He shook his head as I took off my shirt, I still had a tank top underneath, and pulled my scrub top over my head.
“I’m serious Liam and she’s beautiful! You should give her a chance.”
“I haven’t had a girlfriend since high school, so it’s been what… 6 years since I’ve been in a relationship? So how about no?” He shut his locker.
“I’m telling you, she’s perfect for you.”
“How do you even know her?”
“I ran into her at Starbucks the other day and we just got to talking! She’s a designer!”
“A fashion major? At Harvard?” He raised an eyebrow as we walked out of the locker room.
“No, no, she already graduated, she’s here for work! A high-end company is looking to buy her designs! She’s so sweet and chill, you would like her, I know you would.” I sang.
“No.” He said before our teacher came to split us up into groups.
“Fine, see you in 12 hours.” I sulked.
Liam and I decided to live together during the second year of medical school, it was cheaper and we would always have a study buddy, someone to bounce ideas and school work off of, and someone to wake us up at 4am for clinicals. Also, someone to remind us to eat and hang out with so that our social life wouldn’t be completely obliterated by medical school.
Finally, after pushing Liam for two weeks, he agreed to go on a blind date with Sophia.
I was laying on the couch studying, when Liam finally came home around midnight from his first date with her.
I immediately sat up and pushed my hair out of my face, “How was it?”
Liam was quiet, he didn’t say anything, he took off his shoes and walked around the couch and sat next to me.
“Bad? Oh no- I’m sorry Liam.” I closed my textbook.
Liam looked up at me and slowly said, “I think I’m in love.”
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July 2008: Holmes Chapel
One afternoon as I was reading Harry Potter, I got a call from Harry. I chuckled when I saw his name flash on my screen. It had been three weeks since we’ve last seen each other. Usually the longest would be a week or two when my family and I went on vacation, but this time we were just down the road from each other. He was working hard every day and by the time he got home, he would fall asleep.
“Y/N?” I heard his soft voice through my phone.
“Hey Harry, what’s up?” I placed my bookmark between the pages.
“Can you come over to my house right now?”
“What? Why? What’s wrong?” I looked at the clock to see it was just a little past 5 in the afternoon.
“I miss you and I want to see you.” He slowly said.
I felt my heart race a little, I had missed him too.
“Okay, be there in 15.” I exhaled.
When I finally got to Styles’ front steps, he bursted through the door and crashed his body into mine.
“Whoaaa Harry! You’re going to knock my shoes off!” I wrapped my arms around him.
“I haven’t seen you in ages!” He laughed.
“Calm down, it’s been three weeks, I tried to keep it cool.” I light pulled back and looked at him. I loved his eyes.
“Whatever, come, let’s take a walk,” He took my hand in his and guided me towards the field by his house.
“How’s work? You like it there?” I swung my arm that he held.
“Yeah! I love it there! Everyone is so nice and I’m learning so much, I can’t wait to go to culinary school. I’ve started learning how to cook too, so it’s been great!” He smiled at me.
“What?! A cook and a baker?! Look out girls of Cheshire!” I joked.
Harry lightly pulled his hand away and scratched his back.
“Oh rubbish.” He shook his head. We stopped at our favorite tree and I leaned against it.
“I’m serious! Girls love guys who can cook AND… you bake! That’s a keeper!” I winked.
“Oh yeah? Are you one of those girls?”
His question completely caught me off guard. I just froze and looked up at him.
“What?” I finally said after a few seconds.
Harry took a step closer to me and looked into my eyes, “Are you?”
“Harry quit joking around.” I pushed him away and bit my lip.
“Do you know how much I’ve missed you these last three weeks?” He took another step closer to me.
Harry grabbed my hand and laced his fingers in mine. I felt electricity run from my finger tips where we touch through my whole body.
Harry closed his eyes and slowly leaned in and placed his lips on mine.
Harry leaned his body against mine backing me up into the tree, as his lips deepened the kiss.
I finally snapped out of it and pulled away first, covering my mouth.
“Harry! What did- what just- why did you kiss me?”
“Because I’ve been wanting too. Actually, dying too.” He grinned.
Harry moved the strands of hair that was in my face, his bright green eyes looked into mine and whispered, “I-I really like you Y/N.”
That was the day that Harry Styles and I first admitted our feelings to each other.
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Hope you guys enjoyed it! I know it’s kinda weird having the dates bounce back and forth but I kinda like it! It’s basically her reminiscing about her childhood.
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