You chuckled softly and excused yourself from the conversation you were having with one of your friends.
Harry drunkenly plopped his body next to yours, his body almost on top of yours. He buried his face into your neck and smiled.
As if your hands had a mind of their own, they started to rub his back in a soothing matter. “How are you doing, birthday boy?”
Harry hummed and pulled his body back so he could look at you properly. He had a stupid, drunk, smile on his face. “I’m having the time of my life!”
You laughed, heart swelling at your best friend. “Good! You deserve the world.”
Even in Harry’s drunken state, his stomach did backflips hearing your words.
“Harry! Come on, let’s dance!” a female voice shouted from the middle of the dance floor.
You cleared your throat and nodded your head towards her, “Your girlfriend is calling you.”
Harry looked back between Brooklyn and you. He opened his mouth but was interrupted by Brooklyn calling him once again.
You tapped on his cheek, “Go! We’ll talk later!” Harry gave you a peck on your cheek and promised to meet up again later and proceeded to dance with Brooklyn.
You stared as he wrapped his arm around her waist and gave her a hard kiss to which she returned, her arms wrapping around his neck. You cleared your throat and looked down at the beer bottle in your hands before taking a long chug from it.
Louis came over and sat next to you, placing a hand on your thigh. He leaned into your ear and whispered, “I saw that.”
You looked at Louis and smirked, “What? Saw Harry acting like a proper drunk idiot?”
Louis shook his head and returned a smirk back to you, “No. Saw you drooling over the drunk idiot.”
You smacked Louis hard on his chest. “I told you that in secrecy!”
Louis rubbed where you hit him and gave you a look, “Oi! I haven’t told anyone!”
You narrowed your eyes at him, “I’m surprised you haven’t with that giant mouth of yours.”
Louis held his hands up in defense, “To be honest with you, I am too.”
You gave him one more look before the two of you burst out into laughter. You shook your head and looked back to Harry and Brooklyn dancing to a slower song, arms wrapped around each other. Still looking at him, you told Louis, “Doesn’t matter. He would never feel the same anyways.”
The next morning, you woke up to a slight headache. Damn it. Should have drank more water last night. You picked up your phone to see several messages from Harry, no doubt he texted it to you when he was drunk; the thought making you smile softly.
Y/N love! Miss you!
We should totally rent a boat.
Promised you a dance! Where r u
Did u leave u dick
LOL you don’t have a dick
Wait do u
You laughed at Harry’s texts, wondering how in the world could he ever get these kind of ideas in his head. You glanced at the time at the top of your phone and figured you should make sure he got home alright.
“Hello?” Harry groggily answered.
“Morning sunshine.” You smiled getting up from your bed, heading over to the kitchen.
“I am anything from being in a sunshine mood this morning” Harry said, eyes closed, snuggling into his covers. “Can you bring me breakfast?”
You shut your fridge door and balanced the phone between your ear and shoulder, twisting a water bottle open, “Pass.”
Harry groaned loudly into the phone, “But it’s my birthday!”
You gulped down your swig of water, “It was last night, idiot!” Harry pouted, “But I’m hungry. And you love me.”
You rolled your eyes and chuckled. Harry whined, “Please Y/N.”
You sighed and smiled, shaking your head. “Fine.”
Harry cheered before wincing from the sudden movement, very hung over. “Maybe bring some aspirin as well.”
You were humming to yourself softly, holding a bag filled with Harry’s favorite breakfast: Avocado toast. Yours: A chocolate croissant.
You walked up to George, Harry’s doorman and dropped a bag in front of him. You smiled, “Hey George.”
George looked up at you and smiled before reaching into the bag. “Morning Miss Y/L/N.”
“I grabbed you a breakfast sandwich this time. George put his hand over his heart, “A woman that knows my heart.”
You laughed and walked away, “See ya, George!”
After taking the elevator to Harry’s apartment, you finally got to his door. You pulled his spare key out of your pocket and unlocked the door. You shut the door quietly, careful not to make too much noise. You placed your purse and bad with food on the counter. You began to walk to Harry’s bedroom but froze instantly. You heard a very loud moan come out of his room. You peeked your head from behind the hallway and were met with a rather disgusting sight. Brooklyn was on her knees in front of Harry. You quickly turned around and walked away, picking up the food and purse on your way out. Once you finally exited his apartment, you leaned against the door and sighed. She must of came over as soon as we hung up. Not wanting to let the food go to waste, you reached into your back pocket and pulled out your phone.
Louis sat at his dining room table, hand on his chin, pouting, “If I knew you were going to give me this, I wouldn’t have answered your text.” You shrugged your shoulders, finishing the rest of your croissant. “Harry loves that.”
Louis crossed his arms and mumbled, “Harry also likes sardines.”
You wiped your mouth before Louis spoke up again, “Why didn’t you just give him this then?”
You picked at the button on the top of your shirt, “I was but decided not to.”
Louis stared at you, “Brooklyn was there wasn’t she?”
You sighed and shook your head yes. It wasn’t that you didn’t like Brooklyn. She was a very sweet girl. You tried to look for something small to dislike her but unfortunately, you couldn’t. Brooklyn was lovely. She was someone Harry needed.
Louis bit his lip, a look of sympathy on his face. He didn’t understand how Harry could be so blind. Y/N was perfect in his eyes. She was funny, the right amount of sassy, and beautiful. Anyone would be lucky to have the honor to call her their girlfriend. Wanting to change your mood, he asked, “Let me show you something.”
“Louis! That was awesome!” You shouted. The two of you were sat in Louis’s mini studio inside his apartment. He just played back a song that he was recently working on, planning for it to be his next hit.
Louis pressed the stop button and smiled brightly at you, “You liked it?”
“Loved it! So proud of you!” You smiled, giving him a hug. Louis smiled and hugged you back a little tighter, “I’m glad.”
Harry was sat on the couch in your living room apartment, feet on the coffee table. “I feel like I haven’t seen you in a while.” You came back into the living room, popcorn in your hands. You sat next to him, getting into the same comfortable position as well. You shrugged your shoulders and grabbed the remote, going through the DVR. You clicked on the episode of Game of Thrones you were looking for and nestled into the couch a little more. “Wait, you skipped an episode. We didn’t watch that one yet.” Harry interrupted you.
“Oh, I’m sorry. I forgot I watched that episode with Louis the other night” you said, grabbing the remote again. “I’ll watch it again if you’ll like.”
Harry turned his body so it was facing you, “Since when have you and Louis started hanging out?”
You shrugged your shoulders once more, “We’ve always hung out.” Harry scratched the back of his neck. “Yeah..but never alone..”
You gave him a confused look, “What does that have to do with anything?”
Harry sighed, “It doesn’t but I didn’t know you guys were on that friendship level..”
You gave him one more look before laughing, “Louis is great company, what’s the big deal?”
Harry got back into his position and rested his arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer, a sense of worry going through his body. “I’m being silly, sorry love. Can we watch the episode?”
You were holding your chest, trying to gain your breath back. Louis stood next to you, tapping his foot, hands on his hips. “Y/N-” You held up your finger, still trying to catch your breath.
He rolled his eyes. “Oh for fuck’s sake, Y/N it was only a block!”
You and Louis started to grab some takeout. While you guys were walking back to his apartment, it started to rain. Not wanting the food to get ruined, Louis suggested the two of you to run the short distance. Finally, you were able to breathe. You narrowed your eyes at him, “I could have slipped on the rain and died.”
The two of you stepped into the elevator, he smirked at you. “That would be an unfortunate way to die. ‘Girl defeated by rain.’ Now that’s a buzzfeed article I would read.”
Ever since Harry’s birthday party, you and Louis became insanely close. At first you saw Louis as a distraction from your feelings for Harry but eventually you grew to really enjoy his company. Louis always admired you and hanging out with you lately has made his feelings for you grow more.
After the two of you finished the food, you really wanted to hear Louis’s new song again. Louis pretended to be annoyed but his heart warmed at the thought of you loving his song. As Louis played back the song, you began dancing like a mad woman. Louis was watching you, laughing at your horrid dance moves. As you were dancing, your foot caught on one of the wires that was on the floor. Louis quickly grabbed you before you fell to the floor. You placed your hands on his arms and looked up at him. You don’t know who kissed who first but you soon found yourself sitting on Louis’s lap, hands tangled in his hair. The two of you kissing as his song was playing quietly in the background, repeating itself.
You were walking to your door, hand in your hand, smiling at Louis’s latest text to you. You quickly sent him a text, arranging to meet up later. As soon as you opened the door, Harry was on the other side. His hand was up, looking like he was going to knock before you opened the door. “Hey. what are you doing here?” you asked, putting your phone into your back pocket.
Plot Twist: Georgie never actually lost his boat, Pennywise just made him think he lost his boat, because Pennywise knew Georgie would get scared about losing his boat because Billy might get mad that he lost it.
Denbrough x Reader (Platonic Georgie x reader, a brother sister type
Summary: AU where
the reader prevents Georgies’ death. Because Georgie and Bill deserved better.
Author’s note: I’ve been wanting to make this for a while now, and I
know it does not fit with the movie, but I love Georgie and he deserved better
so here ya go!
You ran down the flooded street towards Bill’s house, rain
pelting your face, despite the rain slicker covering your head. Bill has had a
nasty case if influenza, so you asked your mom to help make some chicken noodle
soup to bring to him. You had the thermos containing the savory liquid safely
in your hands as you tried to make it quickly to Bill’s house.
This storm had been raging for weeks, causing tons of flooding
and leaving most without power. You started to slow down once you were a few blocks
away, catching your breath.
‘should’ve taken my
bike.’ You thought as you trudged through the rain soaked sidewalk.
You were brought from your thoughts as you noticed a figure
in a Yellow rain slicker hunched over near a rain grate in the road a few yards
away from where you were standing. As you approached closer you heard the
figure speak, quickly realizing it was Georgie.
Closing your eyes to hear the rain, a song on repeat on a on just because, hugs just a little bit too long, ‘your hair smells nice today’, shouting when angry, running the last few meters before arriving to your destination, knowing when strike to hurt someone, sticking your whole arm out of the window of a moving car, laughing too loud, crying because a book character is suffering, hearing music and automatically start to dance, racing to take the first sit, taking your friends by the hand to make them do what you want, sticking your tongue out and drinking directly from the rain, being so angry that you lash out at everyone and everything, jumping out of your skin when scared, getting personally offended, singing at the top of your lungs with a crowd in a concert, feeling your eyes watering in anger, taking pranks way too far, being dramatic when telling a story, ‘Damn you are no fun’, water so hot you skin steams after you shower, looking up at the sky when it thunders, throwing your hands up in the air in roller-coasters, getting excited when you see your footprints in the otherwise untouched white snow, being mean to someone who has done nothing wrong because you want to, being the first one to dance in the club, going to the front of a boat and opening your arms screaming that you are the king of the world, showing memes to irl friends even though you know they won’t get it, suddenly feeling afraid of what might be underneath you when swimming in the sea, putting too much acid in your words, your sides hurting from laughter, crying in the shower where no one can see you, following your instinct, feeling sick satisfaction, deep conversations at 3 am, staring at a painting for longer than usual, going to someone’s home and touching everything, exchanging meaningful looks with your friends when someone says something stupid, moving your hands when you talk, feeling numb when hurt and then boil for revenge, hating love, having bags under your eyes because last night the book was just reaching the best part, cursing at a movie, using too many emojis, liking your fingertips after eating, telling scary stories so good you end up scaring yourself, falling in love, having to stop reading mid-sentece because you need a moment to process all the feels you are getting, being rude because you don’t have time for this, been heart broken, cursing like a sailor, not caring about what other people might think, the wind hitting your body as the motorbike flies over the road, obvious sarcasm, performing in the shower, hating too strongly, headphones too loud, acting the guitar solo, pushing other people to get a better look, knowing what someone is gonna say before they say it, sticking your tongue out to someone as an answer, way in anything and everything, not awkward silences, smelling flowers at midnight, raising your eyebrow, holding grudges and having your emotions in tune with your life.