dirty onedirection

Birthday Wishes and Birthday Kisses

We Can Make It ‘Til The End

Birthday Wishes and Birthday Kisses

Visuals are in the text of this chapter.

He hadn’t slept so peacefully in months – he hadn’t slept more than five hours alone in months. He’d been travelling to new countries and time zones nearly every week, promotions and touring occupying his time every free moment he had. He didn’t have time each night – like he had wanted and requested – to FaceTime his family, talking to his daughter before she fell asleep and talking about his wife’s day, ignoring all other commitments to be in touch with one commitment he promised to always be on time for. He didn’t like not having his girls on tour – every moment he was home, he would be with his wife and daughter, and going between having all his time available to a tea party with his baby, or a bath with his wife, to not seeing or having any time at all – broke his heart.

He couldn’t wait to come home.

He nearly jumped out of his plane’s window as soon as he saw his wife and daughter standing beside an airport security guard, his hands directing his plane to where he would be stopped, eventually allowing him to exit and find his family. He didn’t need to search – he’d spotted Ophelia’s favourite teddy bear he had bought her (a bear he’d gifted before his very first tour, which she wouldn’t be attending, right away) waving towards him, her smile bright and her feet bouncing off the tarmac as she tugs at your shirt, pointing and waving excitedly, nearly bounding out of your hold as she noticed the plane’s staircase descend to the ground.

“Daddy!” she exclaimed, leaping into his embrace, his grin popping a dimple in his cheek as he wraps his arms around her, kissing her cheeks sweetly as she wraps her legs around his waist, her hands around his shoulders, clinging onto his torso, a shy wave and smile towards Paddy making him chuckle quietly. “Daddy, I missed you.”

“I missed you, too, Sunshine,” he smiles, his cheeks blushing pink as you step towards him, pushing your lips against his softly, a hum of contentment pausing your kiss, his mouth pressing a kiss on your forehead as he embraces you, whispering quietly, “Missed you so much.”

“I missed you, too, Superstar. How was everything? How was Sydney?” you spill, your words mending together as all of your thoughts pour into your sentence, his laughter spurring butterflies in your belly, your eyes rolling teasingly as he bumps his hip against yours.

“Slow down, slow down. ‘m right here,” he chuckles, breaking apart to thank his pilot and security guards, his eyebrows furrowing together in confusion as Ophelia shimmies out of his hold, settling on the ground, before grabbing his suitcase, grinning as she grabs his hand, her hand gripping his handle as she drags his bag behind her. “Takin’ ‘me suitcase fo’ me?”

“Mhm,” she hums confidently, her tiny legs bouncing as she follows closely beside him, his hand attached to yours as your fingers lace together. He didn’t notice until she’d whispered, “Daddy, people are waiting outside fo’ you, again.”

“’s alright, baby. C’mon, can you give Mummy ‘me bag? ‘m goin’ to pick you up and you can hide in ‘me jumper, okay?” he breathes, carefully placing his suitcase in your hand momentarily, lifting her onto his hip and tucking her face into his neck, her arms wrapped tightly around his shoulders, his hand gripping yours as you tugged his suitcase behind you, sunglasses perched on your nose and your chin touching your chest as Basil leads you outside, a swarm of paparazzi and screaming girls crowding your exit, his heart tightening as he felt his daughter’s grip on him squeeze in fear, his lips touching her temple as he holds her close, assuring his hold on her. “Hi. Let ‘me family t’rough, please. I jus’ wan’a get home.”

“Happy to be home, then?”

“Very,” he mutters, gently nudging you before him, his arms clutching his daughter as she hums her favourite song, distracting her, her fingertips clutched around his sweater for protection. “’s okay, baby – we’re almost to Mummy’s car.”

“Daddy, I don’t like when t’ose people come around,” she mumbles, her cheek leaning against his shoulder, eyelashes fluttering against his skin as he safely places her in her car seat. He slow walks around, shoving his suitcase in their boot, smiling lightly as he notices you buckled and waiting in your passenger seat. “Why can’t we jus’ be alone – jus’ you, me, and Mummy?”

“Baby,” he sighs, his heart breaking as her bottom lips wobbles, her hands clutching her teddy bear as her feet gently rock against her seat, “do you know how I have to travel and sing?”

“Mhm.”

“When I go to different countries and cities, magazines have people t’at follow and take pictures of me, because t’ey want to make stories -,” he starts, buckling his belt, carefully turning on his engine and beginning to drive.

“Stories t’at Mummy and I don’t read, right? Because t’ey tell lies about us?”

“Right, baby. So, t’ey want to make stories, and, in order to write t’eir stories t’ey have to try and find different t’ings about us to write about – which is why t’ey follow us and ask questions,” he mumbles sadly, his hand carefully reaching behind and squeezing her hand, his fingers lacing through yours as he turns around, his eyes focused on the road and his all-too-familiar route home. “But, when we go home, only you, me, and Mummy are t’ere. ‘s jus’ our home. No one else. Just us.”

“Miss you when you’re gone, Daddy,” she mumbles, her fingertips toying with her teddy bear’s arms, bouncing him lightly, clapping excitedly as she noticed her home popping into view.

“Miss you more, Sunshine. Can’t wait until you’re out of school and can travel alongst wit’ me,” he grins, parking your car carefully, sliding out of his driver’s seat and opening Ophelia’s door, laughing as she bounces into his arms, hugging him as he grabs his suitcase out of their car. “Can I walk in, silly goose?”

“No, Daddy. Wan’a stay wit’ you.”

“Okay, okay,” he smiles, gently setting her on her feet, holding her hand in his tightly, locking their car as he leads their path into their home, candles lit and scented around their foyer, a smile perched on your lips as you wrap your arms around his shoulders, hugging him tightly as Ophelia drags his suitcase into your lounge. “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” you grin, kissing his lips softly, your eyelashes fluttering against his cheeks, his lips touching your neck as he squeezes your waist, his grip lifting you slightly, your giggle swelling his heart with love, a sigh breathing through his mouth as he sets you on your feet. “’m happy you’ll be spending your birthday with us, baby. We can’t be singing ‘Happy Birthday’ through FaceTime – just isn’t right.”

“’m twenty-eight tomorrow. Holy shi-.”

“Daddy! Don’t say t’at word – ‘s a naughty word,” Ophelia gasps, her gentle voice drawing his attention, a chuckle slipping through his lips as he leans down, a grin on his lips as he opens his arms, her tiny figure bumbling into his embrace, giggling as his fingertips tickle her sides. “Daddy, stop ticklin’ me!”

“Say ‘Daddy, I love you more t’an Mummy’ and I’ll let you go,” he smirks, lifting her upside down, his hands gripping her waist as she hangs over his shoulder, her hands lightly tapping his back in protest.

“Niall!”

“Daddy, I love you more t’an Mummy,” she breathes, her giggle beginning to hurt her chest, her cheeks bright pink with her smile. “Le’ me go!”

“Okay,” he grins, setting her on her feet, his palms gripping her cheeks and pressing a kiss to her cheek as she scrunches her nose. “Knew you loved me more.”

“I love Mummy more, now, because she doesn’t hang me upside down!”

“Mhm, that’s right, Lia – you tell him,” you giggle, smiling brightly as she wraps her hand around yours, hugging your waist as you near your kitchen, an aroma of your premade dinner filling your nose, a hum of Niall’s approval making you turn your attention. “Smell good?”

“Baby, you made my favourite,” he smiles, his cheeks blushing pink, butterflies swarming in his belly as he kisses your temple, chuckling as you nudge his hip towards your dining table, his form settling in his chair, huffing lightly as your daughters bounces onto his lap, leaning her cheek on his chest comfortably as she snuggles into his warm embrace. “I love you.”

“I love you, too. Now, c’mon. Let’s eat.”

***

“Daddy,” Ophelia sighs, her fingertips toying with her nightdress as she sits between his legs, his hand gently brushing through her damp hair, her favourite film playing on her television, her nightlight turned on, ready to be used as he tucks her into bed, “do you like being on tour?”

“Touring is a lot of fun, darlin’,” he whispers, his heart breaking as he notices her distressed features, worry and confusion lacing her expression, her face slowly turning over her shoulder as she listens carefully, “but, not’ing is as fun as when I’m wit’ you and Mummy.”

“Really?”

“Mummy and you are ‘me favourite people in t’e entire world. Everyone knows about you – you’re ‘me little girl. Miss you lots and lots, when I’m gone. I can’t wait until you and Mummy come wit’ me and travel and we can show you our favourite places to see,” he smiles, gently kissing her forehead, his fingertips lightly lifting her onto her cotton sheets, a chuckle slipping off his lips as she wiggles beneath her comforter, much like how you settle into bed each night, her arms clutching her teddy bear as he tucks her in, sitting beside her as she lays against her pillow.

“Where are y’a gon’a show me?”

“’m goin’ to show you Paris,” he begins, his words barely above a whisper, as if he would be telling a secret no one else could know besides his baby girl, her smile swelling her heart with love as he speaks. “We’re goin’ to visit where Mummy and I had our honeymoon, where we got married. We’ll visit Grandma and Grandad in Dublin.”

“I miss Dublin, Daddy. ‘s my favourite place in t’e whole entire world,” she lisps, her eyelashes beginning to slowly beat against her cheeks as she drifts in and out of consciousness.

“’s mine, too,” he smiles, nudging his nose against hers softly, his lips touching hers and he whispers his goodnight. “Go to sleep, Sunshine. I’ll see you in t’e mornin’. I love you.”

“Love you, Daddy. See you in t’e mornin’. ‘m happy you’re wit’ us, again.”

“’m happy, too, baby. ‘m happy, too.”

***

“Happy Birthday, Cuddles,” you whisper sleepily, your heart swelling with love as he turns his head, his smile bright and wide, his blue orbs hidden by his eyelashes, his lips touching your forehead softly. “I love you, you old man.”

“’m twenty-eight – ‘s not t’at old,” he grumbles, squeezing your naked hip, your panties hanging loosely on your waist, his dirty tee shirt rolling beneath your breasts as you cuddle into his chest, his boxers sitting low on his hips, his legs intertwined with yours as he snuggles close to you. “Still have ‘me sex appeal to y’a, if t’at says anyt’ing, ‘m sayin’ I still got it.”

“Oh my god,” you smirk, rolling your eyes teasingly, untangling your legs, swinging your thigh around his waist, straddling his hips, your palms placed flatly against his chest, a giggle slipping off your lips as his hands reach underneath his shirt, a smirk lifted on his lips as he props his knees up, your face leaning against his, his lips touching yours softly. “Still got it.”

“I love you,” he smiles, slowly lowering his legs, your figure settling on his thighs smoothly, his fingertips slipping through yours softly, his eyes gazing into yours lovingly as he speaks. “What are we doing, today?”

“Hmm,” you hum, giggling as he slips his hands away, poking your sides playfully as he smiles. “We have your birthday party, you numb nut. What else would we be doing?”

Well,” he smirks, his thumb tracing your jaw as he whispers, “I had quite a few ideas in mind.”

“Oh, I’m sure you do,” you smile, grabbing his wrist, kissing his palm softly, lacing your fingers with his, your cheeks blushing pink as your murmur your secret. “Ophelia is goin’ home with Harry and Jenna, tonight.”

“She is?”

“Mhm,” you grin, giggling quietly as he tosses you off his lap, his knees straddling your hips, his palms pressed flat against your pillow as his lips ghost across yours. “Didn’t think I’d end your birthday without a surprise or two, did you – especially since I haven’t seen you in nearly a month.”

“God, I really do love you.”

“Phew, what a relief – thought you were havin’ an affair or somethin’ on tour,” you tease, rolling your eyes once more, a smile lifting on your lips as he pushes his lips against yours, a moan echoing against his lips as he dips his hips against yours, his shaft slowly hardening against your thigh, your eyelashes pressing against your cheeks as you breathe heavily.

“T’ought I was havin’ an affair, hm?” he whispers, his lips touching your ear, gently biting your earlobe as his lips drag across your neck, gently biting your collarbone as he travels alongst your jaw. “Can prove to you I wasn’t – you’re t’e only one I ever t’ink about, baby, especially when I have to get me’self off after a show because I don’t have you wit’ me, t’at’s t’e worst part about touring.”

“Can’t do t’is,” you puff, biting your lips painfully, your pelvis aching to push against his, his dip of his hips drawing a moan off your tongue. “She’s going to wake up, any minute. She’s been waiting fo’ you to come home.”

“’m sure you’ve been waiting, too, huh? Gettin’ yourself off before bed, once she’s fallen asleep, yeah? ‘m right, aren’t I?”

“Shut up,” you mumble, pressing your fingertips into his hips, nudging him backwards, picking up his chin with your fingertips, your lips nearly touching his as you mutter, “if you don’t move, right now, I will quite literally knee you in your balls and not give you anything tonight. ‘m not in a mood to be interrupted when we’re nearly done, like last time. If I’m having you, I want all of you, not just a tease.”

“Ooh, baby. Didn’t know you could be so demanding,” he hums, sitting back on his heels, grabbing your hands softly, lifting your body off your mattress, kissing your lips, mumbling quietly against your plump flesh. “Can’t wait fo’ later – goin’ to make up fo’ lost time, and make you feel so good.”

“Niall,” you smirk, kissing his lips lightly, cupping his cheeks in your palms, your cheeks bright pink and flustered, “you better.”

“Happy Birthday, Daddy!” Ophelia grins, nudging your bedroom door open with her hip, her tiny figure bouncing on your mattress, a present gripped in her hands carefully. “Have a present fo’ you.”

“Thank you, baby. ‘m goin’ to wee really quick and I’ll be right back to open your gift, yeah?” he smiles, ignoring your quiet giggle and smirk, gratefully leaning into her soft kiss on his cheek, his cheeks beginning to ache as he slips off your bed, fumbling into your bathroom, shutting your door behind him silently.

“Mummy, I hope Daddy likes ‘me present,” she confesses quietly, her fingertip pulled between her teeth as she nibbles her cuticle, pouting slightly as you softly pull her hand away from her mouth.

“Oh, baby,” you sigh, lifting her figure onto your lap, her bum settled on your thighs, her palms holding onto her gift as you squeeze her in a tight hug. “Daddy is going to love your present, I promise.”

“Really?”

“’m going to love your gift, Sunshine,” he grins, padding across your carpet, settling himself on his part of your mattress, shuffling your comforter on his legs, patting his thighs, grunting quietly as Ophelia pops onto his legs, her present clutched in her hands, a smile perked on her lips as he kisses her temple. “Can I ‘ave it?”

“Daddy, I made you a picture in art class,” she whispers nervously, her fingertips picking stray strands of cotton off your comforter, her gaze avoiding his as he peels open her carefully wrapped paper, which he knew you’d taped together, his grin bubbling excitement in his daughter’s heart, “and you’ll be able to have a picture of you, Mummy, and me, whenever we’re not with you.”

“Ophelia,” he whispers, tears welling in his eyes as he admires her carefully drawn picture, her coloured characters of herself, him, and you, each hand connected and holding each other, your home and flowers surrounding your figures, his hair coloured a new brown shade, his chuckle drawing her attention, her bright blue eyes staring into his blue orbs, “I love your picture, baby.”

“Really?”

“Mhm, I really love it. I’m going to keep your picture with me wherever I go – I promise,” he smiles, kissing her forehead sweetly, grinning as she puckers her lips, kissing his lightly, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and hugging him tightly. “I love you so much.”

“I love you, Daddy. Can’t wait for your birt’day party – Jax and Henny are goin’ to be t’ere, too!”

“Jax, huh?” he smirks, rubbing his fingertips alongst her spine, gently humming, his palm patting her bum as she touches her cheek against his collarbone. “Do y’a fancy him?”

“Boys are yucky, Daddy. He’s my friend.”

“Jus’ making sure,” he chuckles, kissing her temple softly, her hair flowing alongst her shoulders, brushing against his bare chest, her giggle bubbling his heart with love as she brushes her hair behind her ear. “’s your hair fallin’ on me? Guess ‘m goin’ to have to cut it.”

“No!”

“Why not? Don’t you wan’a have hair jus’ like me?” he shrugs, pretending to furrow his eyebrows in confusion, purposefully ignoring your hidden giggle, your palm covering your mouth as you admire their interaction.

“Daddy, I love you, but I like ‘me hair. ‘s long and pretty – like Mummy’s!”

“Guess what?”

“What?” she whispers, perking her ears with careful attention, her blue orbs gazing into his as she awaits his confession.

“I love Mummy’s hair. ‘s one of my favourite parts of ‘er.”

“What else do you love about Mummy?” she wonders curiously, her eyelashes fluttering against her cheeks as she listens carefully, his heart swelling as she stares wonderfully at you, in pure admiration of your beauty, much as he does once you’ve fallen asleep and he’s lying awake wondering how he’d fallen so lucky with his life.

“I love a lot about Mummy,” he starts, cupping her cheeks in his palms, his lips touching her forehead as he mutters, as if their entire world had frozen time and only you, your husband, and your daughter existed. “I love her smile, which you have. I love her eyes, I love her dimples. I love her heart, because she is so sweet and she loves you and she loves me, even when I’m a silly boy.”

“Daddy, you act silly sometimes, too?”

“Mhm, sometimes. I love how much Mummy loves my best mates and -.”

“Like Uncle Harry?” she interrupts, her cheeks blushing pink as he pokes her nose playfully.

“Jus’ like Uncle Harry. Mummy and Uncle Harry have been friends since your age, y’know?”

“Since four? Mummy must’ve been so little.”

“Hm, guess t’at means you’re little, too. Still my baby girl, always,” he smiles, kissing her face with butterfly kisses, her giggles spurring his loving touches, her laughter echoing off your bedroom walls as you join, her cheeks being covered with kisses as she sits comfortably in her father’s lap.

“Mummy, Daddy, stop kissin’ me!”

“Never!”

“Oh my goodness, are we bothering you, lovely?” you smirk, kissing her lips softly, lifting her off Niall’s lap, laying her against your mattress, your fingertips beginning to tickle her tummy, her giggles and smile drawing a grin on your lips, Niall’s aching cheeks swelling your heart with love and admiration for him – not only as your husband but as a father. “We are so sorry.”

“Mummy,” she grumbles, hiding her tiny face in her palms, a smirk on your lips as Niall’s callused hands gently grip her wrists, pulling her hands away, his lips touching hers as he touches her nose, his fingertips poking her hips, his palm hitting her bum as she wiggles onto her feet, lightly bouncing on your bed as she smiles. “Haha! Got up b’fore you could get me, again!”

“’m sure Uncle Harry ‘s goin’ to get you and Hensley, later, t’ough. How would you like to have a sleepover wit’ Hensley, t’night?” he smirks, winking sneakily as you smack his arm, his smile spurring butterflies in your belly as you blush, your daughter oblivious to his naughty remark.

“Okay!” she cheers excitedly, her figure sitting on your sheets her lips pout, her fingers twiddling her lap as she thinks carefully. “Daddy, are you goin’ to pick me up in t’e mornin?”

“If you’d like me to,” he smiles, kissing her temple sweetly, his tone becoming softened as he notices her soft frown. “’s only t’night, poppet. Gon’a have fun wit’ your best friend – jus’ like when your uncles come over t’night – we’re goin’ to have so much fun.”

“Will you sing, t’night? Will you and Uncle Harry and Uncle Louis and Uncle Liam sing? Like you did fo’ my birt’day?”

“Maybe,” he smiles, scrunching his nose together as she leans in, pressing her nose against his as she whispers, her staring drawing a smile on his lips he couldn’t mask. “Hey, start getting dressed and ready. We can get a birt’day breakfast before Grandad and Grandma come over. Mimi is comin’, too.”

“She is? Oh my goodness, Daddy, ‘m so excited! ‘m seein’ ‘me best friends, havin’ birt’day cake, and we can sing ‘Happy Birthday’ to you with you, t’is year. ‘s so much fun!”

“Birt’days are always fun wit’ you, baby girl. I love you.”

“I love you, too, Daddy.”

***

“Niall, mate, you’re twenty-nine! How do you feel?” Louis smirks, grunting lightly as Ophelia shoves into his legs, her arms wrapped around his waist as she embraces him tightly. “Hi, little one. What’re you doin’?”

“Jax and I are playin’ tag and you and Daddy are our safe spots.”

“Haha, okay,” he chuckles, kissing her hair softly, patting her back as she begins to quietly bound around your kitchen, her giggles mending with Jax’s as he chases her, their laughter echoing off your freshly painted walls as guests begin to enter your home. “How do you feel? Old?”

“Been feelin’ old since nineteen when I had to get my fuckin’ surgery,” he chuckles, kissing your cheek softly, his hand patting your thigh as you sit comfortably on his hip, your figure leaning against his chest, his fingertips drumming against your hips as he listens to their conversation. “But, ot’erwise, not so old. Feelin’ pretty damn great actually. ‘m home wit’ ‘me wife and daughter, ‘me friends, doesn’t get any better t’an t’is.”

“Daddy, Daddy!” Ophelia squeals, bouncing onto his lap, her arms wrapping around his neck, her ankles crossing over your lap as she settles on his bare thigh, your bum set on his leg, giggling quietly as she pokes her tongue out at Jaxson. “Jax was goin’ to get me, but I got away jus’ in time. ‘s because ‘m really fast.”

“Oh, really?” he smirks, kissing her temple softly, his cheeks blushing pink as you kiss his cheek, brushing your fingertips through his hair.

“Still want birthday cake?” you smile, lifting Ophelia onto your hip, bouncing her excitedly as you pad into your kitchen, giggling as she bumbles around your marble island, picking up her father’s candles, setting the package in your palm as you carefully place each on around his cake. “Start singin’ first, Lia. Daddy ‘s goin’ to be so surprised to hear you singing.”

She could sing. Really sing. Proper set of lungs.

Niall noticed her talent one day in their car, on their drive to the airport, your flight returning from Hawaii with Eleanor on your holiday delayed, his fingertips drumming against his steering wheel as he hums alongst to Flicker, a request of his daughter’s as her favourite of Daddy’s records, her tiny high-pitched tone beginning to belt out lyrics he didn’t realise she’d memorised.

“Waiting here for someone, only yesterday we were on the run, you smile back at me, and your face lit up the sun,” she sings softly, her voice matching his pitch, his jaw gaping as he stares into his mirror, admiring her as she hums, her eyes closed as she murmurs every lyric she knows.

“Singin’ jus’ like me, huh?”

“Daddy, I wan’a sing like you.”

“Do you?” he smiles, his chest swelling as he notices her blushed cheeks, her pure smile and innocent eyes bubbling love in his heart, pride tracing through his brains as he realises, she’s his daughter – he helped make her. “One day I’ll have Mummy bring you on stage wit’ me.”

“I’d really like t’at, Daddy,” she smiles, clapping excitedly as she notices you nearly bounding towards your car, opening her car door, pressing kisses alongst her cheeks as she giggles, your cheeks blushed red as you notice his grin in love and admiration. “I love you.”

He hadn’t realised his daughter and wife had gathered their guests into their lounge, smiles on lips and hands held together as she begins to sing, her tiny voice singing with fear, his arms opening, lifting her onto his lap as he kisses her cheeks, a surrounding sound of singing ‘Happy Birthday’ making his cheeks blush pink, his grin burning his cheeks as you hold his cake, a smile perked on his lips as you whisper quietly.

“Happy Birthday, baby.”

“Happy Birthday, Daddy.”

“Gon’a help me blow out ‘me candles?” he whispers, kissing her ear softly, her giggle perking a smile on his lips, his heart pounding in his chest as all of his closest friends and family gather around, recording and capturing pictures of such a candid moment. “Ready? One, two, three.”

Ophelia smiled brightly, hugging him tightly as she claps, a surrounding sound blended with cheers and whistles around him, her baby blue eyes gazing into his as she snuggles into his chest, graciously thanking you as you place a tiny slice of cake in her hands, her laughter drawing a smile on your face as Niall swipes her icing on her nose. “Hey!”

“Have to give Daddy some icing on his nose, now, Lia,” Louis encourages, winking with a smirk on his lips, laughing loudly as she rubs icing on his cheeks, slipping off his lap and hiding behind your legs, her tiny arms wrapped around your waist, her cheek pressed against your bum as she stays behind you. “Great job, munchkin.”

“I-,” Niall begins, chuckling loudly as slowly his guests disperse throughout his home, laughter and chatting echoing off your walls, Louis’ hand smacking his thigh as he laughs. “If our children weren’t around, I’d have a few choice words fo’ you.”

“Ye’, ye’, I’m sure,” he smiles, hugging him, patting his back as you and Eleanor admire their interaction fondly. “Happy birthday, mate.”

“T’ank you. T’ank you fo’ coming. Haven’t seen my buddy in a whilst, haven’t we Jax?”

“Uncle Niall, ‘m gettin’ real good at footie, too! Daddy’s been teachin’ me.”

“T’ink you’re better t’an me?”

“I don’ know,” he sighs, his finger tapping his lip as he thinks, a chuckle sliding off his lips as he nods. “Maybe.”

“One day soon, Daddy and I will make a day where you can come over and play with Lia, and we’ll play football, too, yeah?”

“Okay! Can’t wait!”

“Daddy,” Ophelia wonders, her tone dropped and laced with nervousness, his arms opening as she reaches into him, wrapping her arms around his neck, smiling against his chest as he lifts her onto his hip, “will I play football with you and Uncle Louis and Jax, too?”

“Of course, darlin’ – you can play anyt’ing you want to. Horan’s can do anyt’ing, yeah?”

“Ye’,” she hums excitedly, lifting her head and meeting his gaze, “we can do anyt’ing.”

***

His fingertips pinched his lip, his figure leaning against your bedroom doorframe, his ankles crossed as he admires your bustling figure. He couldn’t hide his smile, his arms crossed in front of his chest, his cheeks blushed pink as he pays careful attention to you – how slowly you would lift a tiny article of clothing off the carpet, how suggestively you bent over your bedframe, ruffing your comforter to be slept in, how your hair laid alongst your spine, your silk pyjamas becoming translucent underneath your bedroom light. He’d been waiting nearly a month to be alone with you, to touch you, to make love to you, and he could feel his jeans tightening with only a peek at your perfect figure.

“’m goin’ to burst in ‘me jeans if you don’t stop t’at.”

“Stop, what?”

“Baby,” he hums, stepping towards you, wrapping his arms around your waist, his hands cupping your bum as he presses kissing alongst your jaw, slowly mapping your neck as he whispers against your skin, “you know exactly what you’re doing.”

“Mhm, maybe,” you smirk, pinching his chin with your fingertips, your fingertip tracing his lips as his eyes gaze into yours. “Do you want me?”

“Want you so bad.”

“Go on,” you whisper, kissing his ear, dragging your fingertip down his chest as you cup his hip, nudging him towards your bed, his heart pounding in his chest as he sits on your mattress, his figure settled in between your pillows, his hands cupping his head as he lays back. “Don’t look so pleased with yourself.”

“Why not? ‘m havin’ a great birt’day, ‘me gorgeous wife is wit’ me, ‘m havin’ a really great day, baby.”

“How much better would your night be if I gave you everything and anything, you wanted?”

He didn’t know how he hadn’t busted his jeans’ zipper, his cock was aching in his boxers and he could feel his tip throbbing against his thighs, ready to be pleased and milked of a long-awaited orgasm he’d been yearning for. His feet pressed into your sheets as you straddle his thighs, your hips settling on his as he moans, your lips pushing against his as his hands grip your hips, a gasp of breath cutting your kiss as he lifts you off his thighs, your figure hovering over yours as his lips attach to your neck, his breath heavy against your heated skin, his fingertips ripping your clothing off your body, his panting drawing your fingertips along his taut skin, his scattered clothing parading across your carpet, his naked pelvis dipping against yours.

“Baby, jus’ want you,” you breathe, gently guiding his cock in your heat, his forehead dipping against your shoulder as he moans, his hips thrusting against yours, a smirk lifting on his lips as you swear, praising his name as he pushes against your softest spot, his grunts and pants hotly hitting your collarbone, your core squeezing his shaft, drawing his orgasm near yours. “’m so close – oh, fuck.”

“’s okay, baby,” he whispers, his pelvis tightening as you wrap your legs around his waist, drawing him impossibly close, hugging him tightly as you orgasm, his climax pulsing into your core as he thrusts, his lips touching your cheek as he lightly pulls himself out, his figure laying against your chest, his mouth pressing against your collarbone, your fingertips brushing through his hair as his eyelashes flutter against his cheeks. “I love you.”

“I love you. Happy Birthday, baby.”

***

“Hi, baby,” Niall grins, wrapping his arms around Ophelia tightly as she bounces into his hold, her arms wrapped around his shoulders, her legs tucked around his waist as she clings onto his torso. “Did you have fun?”

“Mhm!” she grins, her cheek laying against his collarbone as he squeezes her, a giggle slipping off her lips as he tickles her, his lips kissing her cheek lovingly, his smile bright as she tucks her face into his neck. “Do you t’ink we can spend today toget’er - like, have cuddles and treats in t’e lounge wit’ Mummy?”

His heart burst in his chest with love, his lips touching her temple as he hums, whispering as he rocks her, waiting on his best friend to chat with him for a moment before he would leave, thanking him with gratitude for his night alone with you. “’m sure we can – wouldn’t want to spend my day wit’ anyone else but you and Mummy.”

“Hey!” Harry grins, walking across his wooden floorboards with her duffle bag in hand, a stuffed teddy bear tucked underneath his arm as he steps towards him, handing over her bag to her father before holding her bear, “Did you forget something?”

“Thank you! Thank you, Uncle Harry!”

“Of course, love,” he smiles, handing her teddy bear in her palms lightly, a smirk on his face as he notices his best friend’s scruffed hair and blushing cheeks. “Did you have a good night?”

“Piss off,” he blushes, patting her bum softly, her breathing softening as she falls asleep on his chest. “We did, yes.”

“Y/N deserved it, you deserved it. ‘m happy fo’ you,” he nods, cupping his shoulder, his lips pursed in a line as he utters his sentence. “Do we have another Horan possibly on the way?”

“No, no,” he chuckles, shaking his head, his mind tracing every thought about how hectic having a baby would be in that moment. “Not yet. We’re waiting a few months – until everything slows down. I don’t want to miss appointments and all t’at.”

“Okay,” he hums, a smirk on his lips, a huff of breath slipping through his teeth as his daughter leaps behind him, wrapping her arms around his waist in a tight hug, smiling and waving at her uncle as she giggles and bumbles into her bedroom. “Jus’ know, Jen and I are ready to be godparents when anot’er baby comes along.”

“Y/N and I know,” he smirks, nodding slightly, turning on his heel as he steps towards his front door. “’m goin’ to get her home, I’ll text you, later on.”

“Drive safe!”

He steps outside slowly, cupping his hand around his baby’s head, walking towards his car and gently placing her in her seat, buckling her tight, stepping into his driver’s seat and starting his engine, his heat being turned towards his daughter, fearing her becoming sick as he finally settles home. He grinning, his attention gazing towards her, admiring her soft and delicate features as she sleeps soundly, ignoring honking and traffic as she travels home, where she would be safely tucked in her father’s hold, snuggled and warm as she carefully pays attention to her favourite films, singing alongst as a musical number begins, persuading him to sing with her, drawing smiles on their lips in a mimicked smile.

“Daddy?”

“Good morning, baby.”

“I missed you,” she confesses, her tiny voice quieted and hushed, his heart dropping as he notices her nervous features and furrowed eyebrows.

“I missed you more, baby,” he sighs, leaning his hand behind him, cupping her knee lightly as he drives, his smile drawing on his lips as he notices your home, lights turned on and curtains opened, revealing your figure bustling through your kitchen, cooking and cleaning as he pulls into your driveway. “But, hey, I’m home and I’m going to be home fo’ a whilst – but, t’en you and Mummy get to come wit’ me, and we’ll be toget’er, yeah?”

“I love you, Daddy.”

“I love you, more, Sunshine.”

#43 The Gang Leader (Harry Styles)

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Where are you?

The light flashed on the screen of my mobile, stealing my attention away from the class. Annoyed, I took it off the table and threw it in my bag. After class, still vibrating in intervals, I took it out.

Call me ASAP.

What does ASAP mean?

Honey, I need to talk to you now. Where are you?

Have you seen the update? I need to talk to you before that.

Okay, I think you must have seen it. Is that why you aren’t talking?

It’s been 2 hours! C’mon! I need to talk to you.

Pick the fuck up.

I picked up the incoming call to avoid answering the texts.

“Where the fuck have you been?” He yelled.

“In class! My gosh! If I’m not answering your messages or your call, I would be busy, right?” I yelled back.

“No, you’re supposed to answer my texts!”

“When have I answered texts!” He wasn’t making sense.

“Okay. Point. Where are you?” He asked, calming down.

“Just got out of class! She took a two-hour lecture. My head hurts.”

“I’m sorry, baby. Wait, Mike is right outside the building. Climb into the car, and come here.”

“Where is here? I rather go home, Harry,” I told him, already tired of the long day.

“It’s not safe right now. Come here and rest.” He cut the call, and I had to climb into the car. Mike was sitting there, smoking away, and he straightened when he saw me.

“Sorry, Harry asked me to take you back to his house.” He told me, starting the car. They worshipped him, it seems. I’ll never understand gangs.

Harry was the son of the leader of one of the two biggest gangs that ruled this city. And I, a normal international student, who came here on an exchange program and chose to continue my degree here, became his girlfriend. I didn’t know how, because I recently found out about his affiliations with the gang. I was just quite into my course, studying Media and Culture and he just was nice to me from the start.

“We are going to his house? But, that’s so far away!” I groaned.

“Don’t you have a week off, now? Festival and stuff?” Mike asked.

“At least, stop on the way to my place so I can collect my things. I’ll work there.”

“Umm, it’s not safe. We shouldn’t stop.” He fidgeted.

“Please Mike,” I sugar-coated my voice.

“Okay, you will have five minutes, though!”

“Enough.”

I ran up the stairs to my room and took the largest bag out. Dumping some clothes, my prep kit, books, laptop, chargers, everything I could possibly need in the week, and rushed down.

Coming down the stairs, the main door was blocked off. I called Mike, “Dude, the doors shut! What’s happening?”

“Fuck! Charlie’s guys are here! Listen, climb down the back balcony, I’ll pull the car there!” He said, hurried and tensed.

“What? What’s happening! Climb down where?” I tried pushing the door open, but it didn’t budge.

“Call the Boss. We got the girlfriend.” I heard a voice claim and bang the door from outside.

I climbed the first floor and saw Mike pull the car. “Catch my bag!” I threw it down, and he caught it, dumping it in the backseat.

“Be careful. Harry will have my throat!” He said as I climbed down the pipe. Slippery as it was, I twisted my ankle as I hit the ground. But, Mike picked me up and made me sit in the car, before rushing to his side and driving off.

Hitting the main road, I turned around to get my bag, “Mike, we have cars following us!”

“Oh shit! Fuck!” He increased the speed and speed dialled Harry.

“Where the fuck, are you?” He screamed.

“Harry! We have cars following us! We stopped at my place to get my things, and they shut the door, and they said we got the girlfriend, they are catching up, Harry!” I yelled.

“What! You stopped at your place! What did I tell you, Mike! Straight home!” Harry’s voice when angry could make a grown man cry. A little harder, and he could pee in his pants as well.

Mike, increased his speed with Harry’s voice increasing.

“Jason! Tell the lads to leave the warehouse! Keep talking to me, baby.”

“Harry! What is happening?” I asked, scared now.

“Nothing honey, I’ll explain when you reach.” Within no time, we had two cars, right beside us acting as protection against the cars that were following us.

“I hurt my ankle too,” I said, watching the cars following us stop, as we enter the Styles’ Land. The car slowed down as we reached the mansion, and I saw Harry standing outside, with five bodyguards around him.

He opened my car door and picked me up. My hands went around his neck, and he placed a kiss on my lips. “I am sorry for rushing you.”

“I am sorry for delaying the plan. I wanted my stuff,” I whispered. “It’s not Mike’s fault.”

Harry nodded, “Get her bag, and keep it in my room.” He told Mike. We walked inside the lobby, where a nurse was ready to fix my ankle.

“I don’t think it needs more than a spray,” I told her. She checked it and shook her head.

“I am wrapping it up, don’t put pressure on it,” Harry grumbled, in anger.

“It’s my fault,” I repeated.

“No, it’s mine.”

“What happened? Tell me now?” I was genuinely worried now. “Where is your father?”

“He is out of the country. Will come in a week, I messed up.”

“What did you do?” I asked, pulling him closer.

“Old beef with Charlie. Raised it up, again. Family rivalry. It’s just worse this time because, we fought,” Harry sat closer to me, pulling me in his lap. I checked his body for injuries. “I don’t have any, he does though,”

“So, are we having an off because of this? The entire week is off, will it continue for longer?” I asked.

“Till everything calms down,” I sighed. “Well, it’s not my fault that our party’s ruling.” He smirked.

“Take me up.”

“Harry, you’re in the news,” I called for him.

“What?” He ran and sat next to me.

The Styles family clashes again with the Shaw’s. Is it just a fight between the big boys or will it take a political turn?

“What sort of reporters are these?” I said, disgusted.

“I don’t know. You’re studying Media,” He giggled.

“So, I can’t leave the house?” I asked.

He shook his head. “Don’t worry, I’ll keep you entertained,” He laughed as pushed me down on the sofa, and climbed on top.

“You guys fight was no reason.”

“Hmm,” He said kissed up my neck.

“You think, I can talk to Charlie? Put some sense into him, too?” He stopped and looked at me. I tried to reach his face, but he held my wrists.

Anger filling his expression, “No, you won’t talk to him.” He said, tightening the hold.

“He was my friend, you know?” I whimpered.

“I said, no.” And he climbed off me.

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What are words// H.S- Short Story

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Another day I woken up to the sound of my phone beeping- continuous messages blowing up my notification and I sighed at the thought of what had been written across the screen. It was extreme torture being the girlfriend of Harry Styles not in the sense that he is a horrible person but I still haven’t gotten used to the fans that are not supportive of us, well me.

See, I wasn’t exactly the ideal girl for harry according to them- my native background had kept me from actually speaking proper English and they felt that our communication would be lousy but for the life of me I am trying.

Let me introduce myself; My name is Y/N and I am from France, my native language is French and I lack the capacity to write or speak English in a proper grammar. Yes, I am the girlfriend of Harry Styles and he is wonderful- for so long I had read about him being such a sweetheart and now I actually get to witness being one and it is true, I will support the statement of him being a sweetheart.

I opened my twitter as I scrolled through the various tweets towards me and most of them were negative messages being thrown at me for not speaking the same language as most of them.

‘Go back to France and bake, leave English girls for Harry’ I read through them and I know harry had told me to brace myself and try not to give into whatever people had to say because it wouldn’t change his feeling towards me.

Pourquoi me déteste-t-il? - I thought to myself.

“Y/N are you okay baby?” I heard a voice behind me and I snapped to his direction and I met those lovely green eyes.

“Non pas du tout“ I scoffed out as the tears prickles down my cheeks, instantly Harry rushed to my side and engulfed me in a loving rapture as he stroke my hair and attempted to make me feel better.

“What happened?” he asked concern coursed through his voice

“They make fun of me” I tried to explain but my accent and grammar weren’t coming out fully well and I hated myself for not being able to communicate with him all that well.

“I’m sorry you have to go through this right now but I can help you along the journey, you don’t have to be sad, please.” he soothed

“Parfois, je pense que tu vas mieux sans moi“ I retorted and sniffled at the thought of being away from Harry and throwing what we’ve built away.

“I don’t think ending what we have is the answer to our little debacle, you know I am here for you and this is a little minor set back in our relationship, I understand how intense it can be around people but I love you the way you are- the sexy tone in your voice when your voice as you pronounce each word, you sound like an angel everyday and I would never change a thing about you” he sweetly spoke as he still hung onto me, his chin pressed on my head and he squeezed my body to his.

“Just to prove how to you how much you mean to me” he paused as he walked over to his built studio, shuffling his finger across his laptops keyboard and pressing onto a selected beat had been working on for his next album.

“I have been writing a song for you and I want you to join me on it but you will sing in French” he said

My smile grew wide and it lit up the joy in his eyes by achieving his main priority in life- Making me smile everyday.

“Sing what you feel in your heart and I will join you on it” he instructed

The beautiful melody poured through the speakers as I help the headphones and closed my eyes to listen to sounds and instruments deeply, my lips parted as the words flowed out of my mouth

“Parfois, je me sens un peu irrégulier et parfois je me sens peu froid et seul, mais vous êtes toujours là comme ma lumière pour me guider et me garder au chaud, mon cœur se sent en sécurité autour de vous vous sentez un peu de bonheur et c'est toujours autour de vous. Je vous tiendrai toujours ma lumiere, je vous remercie de votre existence“

Translate:

“Sometimes I feel a bit irregular and sometimes I feel little cold and alone, but you are still there as my light to guide me and keep me warm, my heart feels safe around you, feel a little happiness And it’s always around you. I will always keep my light, I thank you for your existence“

And then his sweet voice came along as he sang beautifully to me, his eyes showed passion and the noticeable veins popping at the side of his necks as he focused on moving me with me with his talent and he did, he really did.

“And with the the touch of your hand, my demons are silenced- with the voice of an angel my existence is clear for I am nothing without her.” He sang

Tears formed in my eyes as I listened to his words with intensive care; my heart was pounding at this point when he held my hands in his as he sang to me.

“You are beautiful and never forget that” he kicked off and looked me directly in the eyes

. “Je t'aime beaucoup, Harry” my voice shaky from the overwhelming tears.

“What are words? If you really don’t mean them when you say them?” he pecked my lips gently and I felt all the worries and trouble had slipped away from us, and I really was happy.

“I love you most” he whispered

2

Imagine // @jo-isabella

“Harry , please don’t stop.” I entangled my fingers in his hair feeling pleasure as he kiss my neck and held me up against the wall. We’d been fooling around for a good thirty minutes now.

I was supposed to be styling his hair for the show but as soon as I got all the rest of the boys done and ready he was quick to lock the door and get down to business. “Isabella you taste so sweet, just like candy baby girl,” he told me as he trailed his mouth down my neck near my chest. I was enjoying this moment so much that I could barely keep my eyes open and the whimpers escaped my mouth very easily.

“Harry, oh my god.” He put me down and turned me around so I was facing the wall against it. Then he slowly rubbed his crotch against my back side while heavily breathing into my ear. He was quite the tease whenever we did this. He was always in competition really and he knew it.

“You know I’m better,” he brought his hands around me to the front of my pants. Sliding his hand starting to rub me in the most gentle and seducing way. “Harry stop teasing please, just do it.” He turned me around with his signature smirk on his pretty little face.

Harry unbutton my pants and slid them far down to my ankles before telling me to step out of them. I lifted my shirt over and threw it across the room. “Looks like someone likes to be naughty,” I grabbed the hem of his shirt and ripped it off of him so now he just had his pants on. “Get it all of styles. I want you now,” I pointed at his bottoms.

“Woah Isabella , baby I’m gonna do you so good you won’t even know what fucked yah,” he said in his deep raspy voice. He stripped naked in a matter of seconds before picking me up over his shoulder and carefully laying me down on the sofa. “You know you have a show in like fifteen minutes,” I smiled.

“I can make you cum about five times in ten Isabella.” I rolled my eyes at his cockiness and pressed my lips to his as we made out. He unbuttoned my bra and slid it of before playing with my nipples and sucking on my breasts.

“You’re teasing again,” I moaned. Harry had one hand on my pussy and the other on my breast while part of it in his mouth. “I don’t think I am baby,” he chuckled. I pushed his chest enough to get him off and I flipped us over so I was on top. He watched me take control and I positioned myself on top of him. “Oh fuck Isabella, yes.” He repeated as I rode him and he rose his hips to thrust deeper into me. I cursed as the pleasure was making its way through my whole body.

“I bet I can make you cum ten times,” I said in a whisper in his ear as I kept moving my hips on his dick. He grabbed my hips in attempt to move them faster. Just as he was he grabbed my hips and started to push his hips moving up and down and bouncing me on top of him. Every thrust and every kiss in between was so sexy and felt so good.

“Fuck you’re such a bad girl. I just want to fuck you over and over again,” he laid me on my back and entered me thrusting into me while massaging my breasts. Then came down to my face and we kissed with our lips and tongues.

“Harry! I’m gon-,” he pulled my hips to him while I wiggled away because of the feeling I was getting High off of. He quickened the pace and both of our moans and pants filled the room until we both hit our climax and dirtied the sofa in the dressing room.

“That was amazing Is, you’re so fucking good,” he kissed my cheek. I grinned from corner to corner feeling more than satisfied.

“You’re not so bad yourself. Not at all.”


AFTER THE SHOW

I had used the guest shower after quickly fixing Harry’s hair….and other things.

I was fresh and clean. I felt content and I enjoyed the show the boys put on tonight. It was full of energy even thought Harry did seem a little out of energy compared to the rest.

We were out to dinner before going back to the hotel room for the night. Everyone was having separate conversations and mine was with Niall. “So is your night going well? The show went by fast.” Niall asked me while I looked at my moving feet. I nodded and told him I was having a great time.

“You really look like you’re just glowing. How is that Isabella? I mean you always look beautiful but tonight you are so quiet and have that little smile.” He looked me in the eye before I looked away. I could feel his stare on the side of my head.

As we entered the hotel main entrance the lobby was empty except for the front desk. We all got in the elevator together waiting to head to our rooms. As we got to our level I was about to walk off before Niall grabbed my forearm and lead me another way. I looked the opposite hall and saw Harry look back at me with a smirk on his face knowing exactly what was going on.

Niall opened his door with his key in my hand and the other still holding onto me. He lead me inside and closed the door before turning around and grabbing my face and sticking his tongue in my mouth. I kissed him back and feeling the same tingling sensation from earlier in my lower region. We were standing and moved closer to the bed. I pushed him down to sit on the bed and slowly undressed myself in front of him. I walked up to him and he put his hands on my hips running them up and down my thighs.

“I can make you feel better than him any day,” he said through gritted teeth. I played with pieces of his hair and brought his face to lay against my chest. “I don’t know Niall he got me done very nicely,” I said to anger him just a little bit. He let out a frustrated grunt and I giggled liking the frustration I was causing him.

Niall grabbed my arm and dragged me to lay on the bed. “You think it’s funny? You like me jealous. I’m gonna fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk tomorrow,” his eyes full of lust and jealously. He aggressively took off my panties and observed my pussy. He gently touched every fold causing me to moan in response. “Damn isabella, I want to have you for a late dinner,” he said while getting on the bed in front of me. He lowered his head in between my thighs and skimmed his lips over me.

“You’re a tease just like Harry,” I moaned. As soon as I said it he stuck his tongue inside of me. Swirling it around and dragging it up and down as I shouted profanities and scrunched the sheets with my hands. “What’s wrong princess, not so bold anymore,” his hot breathe only making me twitch and feeling more pressure.

“You’ve gotta do more than that,” I said feeling like he needed more of a push. He laid beside me and kissed my neck leaving marks all over. Then slid two fingers inside of my while I covered my mouth to muffle my screams from the feeling of pleasure. “You like that huh?”


Niall lowered himself enough to put his mouth on my nipple and lick it while he played with me. I felt like I was in heaven and it just got better and better. “Niall I need you now,” I cried for him. He took out his fingers and stripped down in front of me. He turned me over so I was on my hands and knees while he stood on his knees behind me.

He entered me and i lost it. “Your dick is so good,” I stuttered while he thrusted and rubbed his hands all over my ass. “Say it baby. I’m better than Harry anytime. Say it,” he demanded.

“He was really good Niall,” I teased. He gripped my hips tighter and began sliding into me faster and harder. “Oh my god,” I panted hard and cried.

“Tell daddy the truth darlin’. We both know how’s better,” he continued to move in and out. I could barely speak and I was so close to letting myself go. “Niall please.”

“Say it. ‘Daddy you’re better at fucking me’.”

He smacked my ass and bent down to kiss my back. Then slowly and smoothly moving in and out with his dick.

“Daddy you’re better at fucking me,” I shouted so he could hear me. “That’s all you had to say Isabella.” Right when I thought he would stay here he started to move his hips fast and hard making me scream his name. He moaned so loud until we came and fell onto the bed laying next to each other.

“You’re so sexy. I will always make you feel so much better than Harry. My dick is all for you,” he winked making me giggle. “Don’t be such a jealous boy. You already know what you were getting into,” I licked my lips while staring into his eyes.

We cuddled in his bed and turned on the TV. We talked and laughed at the sitcom which was on late at night. “Just be ready because I’m coming for ya again tomorrow,” he kissed my temple and pulled me in closer.

Match. - Niall Horan Imagine.

This is the first time that I wrote an imagine in other language, so … it’s not that good (Sorry for the verbs. I always struggle with that ones.) If you want the version in Spanish, just let me know, please.


And he was disappointed.

But it was not my fault that his football team has lost against mine. 

It was not. Or was it?
“Love, are you upset?” He quickly denied.
“I’m not, I’m not.” His blue eyes never looked at me, or at least not since the game finished. And that had been about 6 hours. We were still wearing our jerseys. By the way, both were green. 


But this time I had won,I felt I kicked him in the liver. I tried to cheer him up, but nothing worked. He continued to have this sad frown.
I knew what It was like to lose in a World Cup. I knew it perfectly.
And his team was about to be in the semifinals, a hair to be a winner, was not for less his sadness. I knew the feeling, he felt a hollow in the lower part of his stomach when he was disappointed, and God knew it was true.


What would not I do to make him feel better?
“Do you need a kiss?”
He denied.
“A hug?”
“No,honey. Thanks”    
                                                                                     
Oh, I know what he needs.                                                                                
“A blowjob?” And it seems that now he listened to me. He looked at me suggestively.    
“Well, now I’m listening to you.” I smiled.
Oh, Niall. You never change.
“I think you’re wearing too much clothes.” He sighed, I knelt in front of him and slid the elastic of his sweatpants down slowly out of his body.
“Well,well.” I whispered and raised my eyebrows. And this naughty boy did not wear underwear. Excellent, because mine seemed to be completely ruined just after taking a look at his crotch.

“Show me what you can do with this pretty mouth.” He stroked my cheek and placed his thumb between my lips. Damn, he makes me hate him very often.
“Oh, no, not this time.” No, I was going to have the reins today. 


He was surprised and I took that slight moment of doubt as an advantage. Let’s say he was already leaning on his back while I was on top of him. My God, he looked delicious, vulnerable. The times I had with him like this were counted, he was helpless, but I enjoyed each one. 


“Your underwear just makes this worse, I can feel you through the fabric, you’re killing me.” And it was not too much to say that he was doing the same to me. But come on, I’m a strong girl, I can take it. I think so.
“Ugh, poor boy, I guess I’m hurting you.” I pretended to get off of him, but he would not let me. The movement only caused more friction between his body and mine. He was right, he was killing me.


And then the need to feel him was somewhere deep inside me, just where I wanted him to be. In a very deep place. I took off my underwear from my body in desperation, but I was not planning for him to remove my jersey.There was no way.
“No way, handsome boy.” He had returned to his position quickly and I took advantage of the movement of his hip to put him inside me.
Oh, just where he had to be, he had moaned, I heard his groan of pleasure, and I loved to hear him come out of the depths of his throat.
“All the damn day you complained that my team had fucked yours. Well, I’m definitely going to show you what a fuck is.” So I did it.
My God, I was delighted with the expression on his face when I was in control. I was delighted with the swaying we did from top to bottom, with as much force as we could.His hands on the sides of my waist made me do it stronger and faster, faster.
Faster.
The thought was bouncing in my head, this thought, and throbbing inside exactly where I needed it. Well, more than just the thought. And then, there I was, at the top.
Judging by his face, I gather he was. His face tensed for a second, his stomach was hardening and he lifted his hips. Incoherent babbling came from his mouth and his hands took me harder.
God, yes.                                                                                              
Yes,yes,yes.


When we finished I leaned on his chest and felt the dampness in the fabric for the effort. His hair was messed up by the speed of our movements and rough breathing. He caressed my face and sighed on my lips.

“Oh, God, I’ll definitely complain more often about games.” He said.
I laughed, he was in the bathroom a moment later.
“Do not think I’m done with you.” He turned slightly, I could see his face still reddened by the heat.
“Not yet?” I denied it while waving my eyelashes slightly.
“I still owe you a blowjob, then you’ll know what it’s like to bite the dust.”
“Holy …”
He said with a look of surprise, he seemed to be about to faint.
Damn, how much I loved this man.


As I said before, this is my first imagine (in English)

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-Kisses, H.

Birthday Wishes and Birthday Kisses

He hadn’t slept so peacefully in months – he hadn’t slept more than five hours alone in months. He’d been travelling to new countries and time zones nearly every week, promotions and touring occupying his time every free moment he had. He didn’t have time each night – like he had wanted and requested – to FaceTime his family, talking to his daughter before she fell asleep and talking about his wife’s day, ignoring all other commitments to be in touch with one commitment he promised to always be on time for. He didn’t like not having his girls on tour – every moment he was home, he would be with his wife and daughter, and going between having all his time available to a tea party with his baby, or a bath with his wife, to not seeing or having any time at all – broke his heart.

He couldn’t wait to come home.

He nearly jumped out of his plane’s window as soon as he saw his wife and daughter standing beside an airport security guard, his hands directing his plane to where he would be stopped, eventually allowing him to exit and find his family. He didn’t need to search – he’d spotted Ophelia’s favourite teddy bear he had bought her (a bear he’d gifted before his very first tour, which she wouldn’t be attending, right away) waving towards him, her smile bright and her feet bouncing off the tarmac as she tugs at your shirt, pointing and waving excitedly, nearly bounding out of your hold as she noticed the plane’s staircase descend to the ground.

“Daddy!” she exclaimed, leaping into his embrace, his grin popping a dimple in his cheek as he wraps his arms around her, kissing her cheeks sweetly as she wraps her legs around his waist, her hands around his shoulders, clinging onto his torso, a shy wave and smile towards Paddy making him chuckle quietly. “Daddy, I missed you.”

“I missed you, too, Sunshine,” he smiles, his cheeks blushing pink as you step towards him, pushing your lips against his softly, a hum of contentment pausing your kiss, his mouth pressing a kiss on your forehead as he embraces you, whispering quietly, “Missed you so much.”

“I missed you, too, Superstar. How was everything? How was Sydney?” you spill, your words mending together as all of your thoughts pour into your sentence, his laughter spurring butterflies in your belly, your eyes rolling teasingly as he bumps his hip against yours.

“Slow down, slow down. ‘m right here,” he chuckles, breaking apart to thank his pilot and security guards, his eyebrows furrowing together in confusion as Ophelia shimmies out of his hold, settling on the ground, before grabbing his suitcase, grinning as she grabs his hand, her hand gripping his handle as she drags his bag behind her. “Takin’ ‘me suitcase fo’ me?”

“Mhm,” she hums confidently, her tiny legs bouncing as she follows closely beside him, his hand attached to yours as your fingers lace together. He didn’t notice until she’d whispered, “Daddy, people are waiting outside fo’ you, again.”

“’s alright, baby. C’mon, can you give Mummy ‘me bag? ‘m goin’ to pick you up and you can hide in ‘me jumper, okay?” he breathes, carefully placing his suitcase in your hand momentarily, lifting her onto his hip and tucking her face into his neck, her arms wrapped tightly around his shoulders, his hand gripping yours as you tugged his suitcase behind you, sunglasses perched on your nose and your chin touching your chest as Basil leads you outside, a swarm of paparazzi and screaming girls crowding your exit, his heart tightening as he felt his daughter’s grip on him squeeze in fear, his lips touching her temple as he holds her close, assuring his hold on her. “Hi. Let ‘me family t’rough, please. I jus’ wan’a get home.”

“Happy to be home, then?”

“Very,” he mutters, gently nudging you before him, his arms clutching his daughter as she hums her favourite song, distracting her, her fingertips clutched around his sweater for protection. “’s okay, baby – we’re almost to Mummy’s car.”

“Daddy, I don’t like when t’ose people come around,” she mumbles, her cheek leaning against his shoulder, eyelashes fluttering against his skin as he safely places her in her car seat. He slow walks around, shoving his suitcase in their boot, smiling lightly as he notices you buckled and waiting in your passenger seat. “Why can’t we jus’ be alone – jus’ you, me, and Mummy?”

“Baby,” he sighs, his heart breaking as her bottom lips wobbles, her hands clutching her teddy bear as her feet gently rock against her seat, “do you know how I have to travel and sing?”

“Mhm.”

“When I go to different countries and cities, magazines have people t’at follow and take pictures of me, because t’ey want to make stories -,” he starts, buckling his belt, carefully turning on his engine and beginning to drive.

“Stories t’at Mummy and I don’t read, right? Because t’ey tell lies about us?”

“Right, baby. So, t’ey want to make stories, and, in order to write t’eir stories t’ey have to try and find different t’ings about us to write about – which is why t’ey follow us and ask questions,” he mumbles sadly, his hand carefully reaching behind and squeezing her hand, his fingers lacing through yours as he turns around, his eyes focused on the road and his all-too-familiar route home. “But, when we go home, only you, me, and Mummy are t’ere. ‘s jus’ our home. No one else. Just us.”

“Miss you when you’re gone, Daddy,” she mumbles, her fingertips toying with her teddy bear’s arms, bouncing him lightly, clapping excitedly as she noticed her home popping into view.

“Miss you more, Sunshine. Can’t wait until you’re out of school and can travel alongst wit’ me,” he grins, parking your car carefully, sliding out of his driver’s seat and opening Ophelia’s door, laughing as she bounces into his arms, hugging him as he grabs his suitcase out of their car. “Can I walk in, silly goose?”

“No, Daddy. Wan’a stay wit’ you.”

“Okay, okay,” he smiles, gently setting her on her feet, holding her hand in his tightly, locking their car as he leads their path into their home, candles lit and scented around their foyer, a smile perched on your lips as you wrap your arms around his shoulders, hugging him tightly as Ophelia drags his suitcase into your lounge. “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” you grin, kissing his lips softly, your eyelashes fluttering against his cheeks, his lips touching your neck as he squeezes your waist, his grip lifting you slightly, your giggle swelling his heart with love, a sigh breathing through his mouth as he sets you on your feet. “’m happy you’ll be spending your birthday with us, baby. We can’t be singing ‘Happy Birthday’ through FaceTime – just isn’t right.”

“’m twenty-eight tomorrow. Holy shi-.”

“Daddy! Don’t say t’at word – ‘s a naughty word,” Ophelia gasps, her gentle voice drawing his attention, a chuckle slipping through his lips as he leans down, a grin on his lips as he opens his arms, her tiny figure bumbling into his embrace, giggling as his fingertips tickle her sides. “Daddy, stop ticklin’ me!”

“Say ‘Daddy, I love you more t’an Mummy’ and I’ll let you go,” he smirks, lifting her upside down, his hands gripping her waist as she hangs over his shoulder, her hands lightly tapping his back in protest.

“Niall!”

“Daddy, I love you more t’an Mummy,” she breathes, her giggle beginning to hurt her chest, her cheeks bright pink with her smile. “Le’ me go!”

“Okay,” he grins, setting her on her feet, his palms gripping her cheeks and pressing a kiss to her cheek as she scrunches her nose. “Knew you loved me more.”

“I love Mummy more, now, because she doesn’t hang me upside down!”

“Mhm, that’s right, Lia – you tell him,” you giggle, smiling brightly as she wraps her hand around yours, hugging your waist as you near your kitchen, an aroma of your premade dinner filling your nose, a hum of Niall’s approval making you turn your attention. “Smell good?”

“Baby, you made my favourite,” he smiles, his cheeks blushing pink, butterflies swarming in his belly as he kisses your temple, chuckling as you nudge his hip towards your dining table, his form settling in his chair, huffing lightly as your daughters bounces onto his lap, leaning her cheek on his chest comfortably as she snuggles into his warm embrace. “I love you.”

“I love you, too. Now, c’mon. Let’s eat.”

#26 Why Not Me? Part 3 (Harry Styles)

Part 1

Part 2

I sat with tousled hair and a bottle of cold water, thinking about my options. I had two – I could either accept Harry’s sudden want for me which is still unexplained but, I will get him for a few months at max. This could be a way of finding closure for this crush that I have, and enjoy being with Harry like I always dreamed of being. Or, I could tell him to cut his crap, find the reason for this sudden want, slap him because I wasn’t an idiot and then, walk away with pride and a complete heart. Anyway, I had to hear out his reasons first.

I pressed the cold water to my forehead, trying to cool off since, I felt extremely hot and then, got ready for the day. It was raining outside, which wasn’t shocking since it was always raining here. I walked with my umbrella to my workshop to find the gate already open.

“Alex? Are you inside? Why is the gate open?” I walked in, taking off my jacket. Picking up a canvas, as I felt getting inspiration through basics today, I chose my corner and walked to the store to get paints, “Oh my gosh!” I held my chest. “What are you doing here? Step away from there, it’s fragile!” I told him as he raised his hands and slowly walked out. “What is the meaning of this?” I asked, crossing my arms.

“I was looking for tape,” Harry explained.

“You came to my workshop to look for tape?” I raised my eyebrows.

“What? No. No. Tape, I finished all of mine, and I was making something here…”

“This is my workshop. What do you mean by making something here? Where did you get the key from, anyway!” I questioned.

“I kinda took it last night,” He went on.

“You stole it? Great! What are you making here anyway,” I walked to the other corner of my workshop.

“Zuri! Wait! I’m not finished!” He ran behind me but, I entered the area to find a table set in the middle with roses. The entire area had all my painting and sculptures properly organised which they weren’t earlier, and there was an ‘I’m sorry’ banner hanging halfway falling on the ground. “I was going to fix that…” He said, walking in and pulling it to the side.

“What is this? You’re using my space for a date with someone? Are you some sort of sadist or something? This is my workshop!”

“Wow! You think that low of me, don’t you?” He let the banner drop.

“I’m sorry for what?” I asked.

“I’m sorry for ruining things between us. I’m sorry for not seeing your worth and not understanding you. I’m sorry for coming on to you like that without any explanation. Basically, I’m sorry for being an idiot,” He said. “I brought food? For Lunch, your favourite, umm for two!” He picked up the bags and kept them on the table pulling the box out. “Please don’t just stand there, just come and eat lunch,” He sighed.

I unclenched my hands and walked to the table. “How do you even know I like this?” I asked.

“You’re my best friend, why won’t I?” He looked at me, surprised.

“Huh, best friend?” I let out a laugh.

“Well, closest friend…” He backtracked.

“You don’t have many friends then, Mr Styles if I’m what you have, and you don’t even treat me properly,” I watched his face fall, “What? The truth hurts…sit down.”

We ate the lunch in silence. It was weird, but we didn’t mention it. He helped me clear all the plates and kept the table in place. “Thanks for organising this stuff, it was…yeah in a mess before…”

“No worries,” He smiled. I nodded and walked out of the area, back to the store room to take the paints out. “Do I really have no chance with you?” he asked from the gate.

“Why do you want one, Harry? Why now? You’ve embarrassed me, made fun of me, ignored me, literally just left me on the road and told me to choose another way to be with your girls, and all the while I proudly held my head up and my heart out saying that I really liked you. I never questioned this, and I was never embarrassed cause, I kept thinking that it wasn’t intentional but, it was, and it is, and I don’t see why you would want me now when all you could do was run away from me before…” I poured my heart out. I was not crying, I felt like I had cried enough.

“I agree, I didn’t like seeing you with that guy. I hated the way he held your waist, absolutely detested the way he bent down to kiss you and for the first time, I thought, I could actually loose you. I never did before, you know. I liked that you were always there, that I could depend on you. And, I know how this is all wrong cause because all I am talking about is me because I was never there for you. I liked your attention on me but, I don’t know why I didn’t to have you at that moment. In my heart, I always knew, I’d date you, and it would be amazing but, I liked feeding off that…I’m so horrible, I know I am, telling you all of this but, the point is that I can be there for you. I can be your lover, I can have you depend on me and give you back all the love that, you gave me! All I am asking for is a chance. A chance to make things right…” I could see tears fall down his eyes.

I laughed, “all I had asked for was a chance, too. I didn’t ask for anything else, except just one chance to show you. And who says, you’re making it, right? Maybe this,” I pointed between us, “we separate is the right thing, and I have realised that now. You’re a selfish, selfish man who hasn’t even tried to be my friend yet and yes, it’s my fault. I let myself out to be used by you…but, I won’t now. You couldn’t be my friend. You would definitely not be my lover.”

I walked out of the store room to my canvas and exhaled all the air that, I was holding. After sometime, I heard the front door close and, that’s when I started crying.

It had been a month after that day. I was coping better now. I had my art exhibition in the evening and, things were finally working out. For the first time, I was paying attention to me and, loving myself more. I liked being me as I walked through the streets. I liked treating myself which I never did, and I loved this change.

“This is what inspired me to create this showcase. I feel, it’s important to appreciate the people and the things in our life and, I have tried to represent that…”

“That is very well said,” I heard his voice call out. The people in front of me nodded and turned to my work while this man walked up to me. He was wearing an all black attire; he always took my breath away.

“You always take my breath away,” He repeated my thoughts, and I smiled.

“You’re here,” I said.

“Yeah, I love the artist’s work. She’s my favourite. I have parts of all her collections in my house. Hey, I’m Harry,” he put his hands out.

I shook it, “Zuri…” Where was he taking this?

“You are very beautiful, Zuri. Would you like some wine?” He asked and, took two glasses from the server.

“Thank you,” I said, taking it.

“I really like the theme this time,” he said, acting like a complete stranger and I played along. At the end of the night, he walked me to my apartment, and kissed my cheek. “I hope we are friends now, Zuri. I’d like to see more of you,” He smiled.

“What are you doing, Harry?” I asked.

“Shh…” He touched his lips and walked away.

He kept meeting me, randomly the next week. And, we started hanging out, again. This time, I felt, I existed around him. He took me to parties with his hands around my waist, and introduced me to everyone, keeping me close throughout. We went clubbing once and came back sloshed. He didn’t even try anything. Not even once. I didn’t know where this was going. I was like a redo we were offering ourselves but, I didn’t question it.

After three months, he asked me out. “Harry…” I shook my head.

“I know, I know that I have an awful history but, that guy has changed. I realise what I lost, and I have just got it back, I want to take it a bit further. A lot further, please, just please forgive me, and say yes…” He pleaded. I took a night but then, said yes.

We were celebrating our six months tonight. His idea, cause I didn’t remember. “Hey baby,” He kept the champagne on the table and climbed over me on the sofa. Wrapping his hands around me, he pulled me to his lips. It felt so intense, as I finally tasted him, my temperature rising in a second with what he could do to me. I felt his tongue licking my lips, as I let them through to play with mine holding him in my arms against me. Our make out sessions were getting better and better and, I wanted to finally go all the way tonight. I felt his hands wander over my body as I tried taking off his shirt, first.

“You sure, love?” he asked, kissing down my neck.

“Yes, on my yes,” I felt him bite, knowing he was marking me as his own. He loved doing that, as he whispered sweet nothings in my ear. It wasn’t long before, our clothes were thrown off to one corner. I rubbed his bulge from my palms as he moaned, “No teasing, today, please! I’m desperate, today!” He cried in my palms, as I took him in my mouth. “Fuck!” I heard him moan. There was no more pleasure than seeing your man go crazy with you every move in front of you, as he did right now.  I tried to bring him over the edge but, he pulled me off and, then, climbed over me.

“Can we skip this?” I asked, panting. “I want you in me,” I said, kissing his lips as he felt him brush up and down, soaking himself with me. I arched my back as he entered me, going slow and kissing all over my neck, knowing exactly what gets me crazy. “Fuck, oh my, fuck,” I moaned as he increased his pace. He slammed into me, my head falling out of the sofa, as I held onto him, and took support from the table beside. His hands caressed my body, his lips kissing every part of skin he could reach, while I loved the feel of him inside me.

“Please don’t stop, please…” I said, as he picked me and, I bounced on his dick, wrapping my legs around him. Our lips met in a frenzy, as I lost my mind with him.

“Fuck, Zuri. Come for me baby, cmon,” He moaned, biting my chest. I came all over him, as he spurted his come, coating my insides. He fell down, on his back, pulling me with him, as I took a breath, my head on his chest. “I love you.”

“Do you, now?” I giggled.

“I’m serious. I love you. It’ll always be you, I’m very serious.” He said as he kissed my lips, once again.

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#23 The Best Friend (Harry Styles)

Hello, 

I have been going through a lot and this imagine is almost what happened to me. Instances and situations are changed to a bit but, yeah. 

Give me advice. And, if you feel I’m an idiot, let me know. 

It’s long and mature. I’ll be waiting for your response. 

“This is not working out. We go in circles again and again and again, and it’s emotionally exhausting and, I can’t deal with it anymore. I feel, we should just take some time apart, get to-”

“What? Why?” Harry burst into my room, knocking over the vase, kept on the side table. “Why are we breaking up?” He frowned and held my face in his palms.

“We aren’t…Issy and Michael are…” I giggled, kissing his lips.

“Oh, wow. Oh god. You got me all worried,” he shook his head. “I was like, I just got you back, I can’t…”

“And you aren’t,” I said, sitting on his lap and kissing his cheeks. He wrapped his arms around me and kissed me, again. This was important for us, I guess. We had gone through so much together and still, chosen each other.

“So, you’re making them break up, again?” He asked. I had a habit of reading out the dialogues of my characters to go through corrections and make it sound as real as possible.

“Yes, it’s getting too much for Issy,” I smiled, combing through his hair.

“Alright, okay. Get back to it. Give them a good end and, come and meet your boyfriend upstairs?” He placed me on my feet and kissed my forehead.

“I don’t understand. Why are you doing this?” I cried, sitting on the floor. He was breaking up with me, and I didn’t know why? Don’t fall in love with your best friend. Because when you break up, you lose more than just your love. And my best friend was breaking up with me and, I didn’t know the reason.

“It’s been too long? Don’t you feel so? Like we have always been together!” He laughed. He was laughing.

“You’re my best friend,” I spoke through my tears.

“Yeah, but don’t you want to, maybe know other people? Know how they are? You know me inside out, and I know you but, we don’t know how anybody else is!” He sat down on my bed.

“Apparently, I don’t since you’re doing this.”

“It’s just a break. Nothing more. We spend some time apart from each other. I’ll go live with Mike and, just get to see life without each other in our lives. Just a small break,” He was saying all this so easily.

“So, you’re basically saying that you don’t want me in your life anymore?” I frowned.

“You’re making it sound dramatic.”

“That’s what you just said!” I screamed.

“Don’t scream. We are just discussing.” I could see his palms turn into a fist.

“We aren’t though. You’re giving me your decision,” I got up from my position. I was allowing myself to be degraded by this man, who I considered my best friend, the love of my life. To only hear that he wants to see life with me not being there.

I picked up a bag and walked up to his dresser collecting my things. I was so stupid. I considered him to always be there. Chose him over others all the time and, now all our friends were the same, our lives were so tangled together, I didn’t realize he could feel claustrophobic. That is how he was feeling. I’m such an idiot. Not worth anything and, he finally, has realized that.

“You don’t have to collect all your stuff. It’s just a break,” He sighed. I could see he was trying to go through his decision.

“But, it’s not. You’re breaking up with me,” I shivered. “Don’t worry, you can be the dumper,” I threw all my books inside the bag and collected a few of my T-shirts, stole one of his. I had my stuff all over his room, I was debating on the ones I’d need in the coming weeks before, I could handle myself.

“It’s a break!” He shouted. “You’re still my best friend! You’ll always be my best friend,” He yelled as I tried to stuff my things in the bag. “You’ll always have that place in my life, you don’t have to take everything!”

“But, that’s it, right? You want that place gone.” I could see the pain and the confusion on his face. But, changing the words, doesn’t make it any nicer. This is what he wants. “What does ‘let’s see life without each other’ mean? You don’t want me in your life and, I’ll disappear.” I tried not breaking down, but my voice has never been good at that.

“You know, your ability of understanding words and people is going down! It’s like you don’t understand anything, at all!”

“What am I supposed to understand? That my boyfriend just randomly comes and tells me, that we should take a break from each other because we’ve been together too long? Who says that? You want to see different things? When have I stopped you from seeing or doing anything! What have I done to make you feel like this! And that’s just it, isn’t it? You’ve had me in every way you can have, and realized you don’t want me anymore. You want to see what else is good, out there? I’m not an option, Harry,” I picked up my bag.

“I never meant to make you feel like this,” He rubbed his face. “It’s not about options, at all. I just…you are twisting words. I don’t want to make you feel like you’re an option but, haven’t you ever felt the need of wanting something more?” He questioned. “That maybe there is something worth more, out there?”

It was like a knife running through my chest and, I took a step back. I felt, he realized what he just said. He just engraved the words in me. “That is not what I meant, honey, that is not what I meant!” He tried to hold me.

“I wish you all the best for finding someone who isn’t as worthless as me.” I just shook my head and walked out of his room.

I ran down to my floor and broke down against my door.

It seems like a dream when I type this down, again. But, I question my decision, every day. He did say all that, but he did come back. Or, I got him back. I can’t swallow down the fact that, I was the only one fighting for us. Maybe, he doesn’t want us at all and, I’m just messing with his head. Perhaps, he’ll realize in another month that, I’m not worth it, after all. Am I messing with his head? Should I be trying that hard? I had always been taught to not give up on things and people. Whether it was your old laptop or an old friend, I was taught to fix with all that I have before I gave up. What am I doing?

I kept out his way. It was good that our majors were different. They took place in different buildings and, I found a routine that didn’t collide with his at all. The problem was that he lived a floor above me. I could hear the loud music, the loud laughs, which I was not invited to. I kept my promise. I disappeared from his life. But, it was killing me. The day started with me being happy and confident but, by the evening, I just grew numb.

He was all over the place, though. The photos, the finally single updates for all his friends, I was removed from his life that, I realized that, I didn’t really make any friends. All I had was his, and maybe, they just tolerated me. I never needed them for any emotional talks or things that, actually get you close. I had Harry. But, he was good with people. Stayed connected and I stayed connected through him. That was my first mistake. I wonder where I could have made a difference but, I was honestly, just with my best friend and, that’s how it works, right? I didn’t feel the need of moving away, there was enough space. Different majors, different jobs, I didn’t feel that he felt the need to move away.

But, life goes on. I was made strong. I kept myself groomed up. No one had to know what I was going through. The only person, who can save you, is yourself, and I knew that. I was just not out there like he was.

“You know if you stare that hard on the glass, it will break.”Voice got me out of my thoughts, and I looked to my side, where it came from. “Why don’t we order another one so, it can hold itself?” He was from my English Lit class.

“I’m sorry, I’m Miles…” I shook his hand. “And, you’re beautiful.”

“Thank you,” I smiled.

“Can I sit?” He asked at the empty chair in front of me. I nodded and sat up straight. “Me Before You…” He said, looking at the book. “You’re a sappy romance kind of person?”

“I’m trying to find it out if I am,” I told him the truth.

“You know, I always saw in your class. You’re very smart but, I wanted to talk to you and, I finally saw you sitting, alone, it took guts, though, to come here!” He laughed, “And, then I found out that, you had a boyfriend who just demoralized me.”

“I don’t have a boyfriend,” It felt weird saying that. “At least, not anymore.”

“Ohh, break up period? Could you tell me when it’s okay to hit on you, though? I’d like to be the first in line.” He stared. “I’m sorry, I don’t know why I am saying that…”

I laughed, “It’s okay, you’re funny.”

“But, I am serious, too!” He cut me.

“Okay, I’ll let you know.”

“Another coffee?” He asked, and I nodded.

I finished the chapter and, walked out of my room and walked up to his. I knocked on the door. I always knocked, now. “Hey, baby!” He kissed my lips and pulled me in. His friends were over, used to be my friends, I just didn’t feel that comfortable anymore. I didn’t get a Hi when we broke up from them, and that said a lot.

“We are just finishing this project from class, it’s thoroughly annoying!” He laughed.

“Oh, well why don’t you finish and then, give me a call?” I asked.

“Nah, you can sit!” Sara laughed.

I ignored her. “No, really. I have a few people to meet, I’ll do that. Call me.” I pecked his lips and walked out.

I called my friends. I finally, had a few and met them, at the coffee shop.

“Tell Miles to agree with me on Dryden!” Riana screamed as Miles just teased her.

“You have to be open with literature!” He laughed.

“You guys are crazy! Get down from the table,” I laughed and ordered a coffee.

“How is boyfriend?” Miles asked, eyeing me.

“He’s okay…” I laughed. “Don’t look at me like that!”

“Like what?”

“Like that!” I laughed.

“You’re an idiot.”

“I know,” I sighed.

“He should have been the one who came begging at your feet for forgiveness for all he said and did! I can’t believe…”

“He’s my best friend.”

“That’s your excuse?”

“I love him.”

“Then, there is nothing else to say, is there?” He sighed.

It had been three weeks. I was fine for the last two. At least, I was in control. Now, I was all over the place. The wine wasn’t helping either. It was his birthday and, there was a party in his room and, I had never missed one. But, I was supposed to be Miss Invisible, so I was sitting in my room. I had made friends from my major. They were really cool. Kept me up float during the day, The nights slowly killed me, though. The skin that healed during the day was torn again, during the night. And here I was, sitting in his favorite dress but, in my room, with a glass of wine and trying to keep myself together.

The music kept getting louder. I could hear laughs in my corridor. I finished my bottle and started talking to someone online. I suddenly felt the need to fix it between us. The point was that we were at this stage, in this college because of each other. We have reached places, and they have been because of each other and, I can’t just disappear. He might hate me, but he couldn’t keep us on a pause and live life. That’s not how it worked. I fixed myself in the mirror. Trying to look decent to my drunk self and walked up.

I had built my courage before I walked to his door, which was wide open for people to walk in and out. I took a deep breath and walked in. It was so crowded. Some people hugged me. Long times was thrown around while I looked for him. I wish I hadn’t cause there he was sitting on the couch with a girl on his lap. Sara, it was Sara. She was kissing his chin as he giggled like he did with me and that’s when his eyes met mine.

How could I fix this? He had even found a replacement for me in his life. I was utterly defeated as I took a step back. I walked out of his floor, trying to stop my head from spinning.

“Honey? Wait! Honey!” I heard his voice down the stairs as I tried to fasten my speed and reach my door. I wanted to lock myself up and never come out. I felt his arms around me before I could open the door. He held me in place and, I wasn’t strong enough to struggle. He sighed, resting his against mine. “Oh god…I love you so much,” and then, he kissed me.

I didn’t want to stop this. I was weak enough to want anything, I could have from him. He kissed me against my door for the longest time. I knew we were both under the influence, and maybe, that’s why this was happening.

“Stop, I’m not Sara,” I tried to get away from his arms.

“No, no you’re not. You’re my baby, and I love you,” He took the keys from my hand and opened my door. He switched on the night lamp as he climbed on top of me “God, you’re so beautiful. And, always so sexy in this dress. It’s my favorite.”

“I know.”

“It’s my birthday,” He kissed down my neck, down to my chest and pulled down the zip.

“I know.”

“I’ve missed you so much,” He sighed against my breasts as he sucked on them. I let him. Was this some last hurrah, I really didn’t care. My heart wanted this, it had been too much.

I let him do whatever he wanted to, and he let me do whatever I wanted. I could never understand us. What we wanted from each other? What we were to each other? But, right now, meant everything.

He held me so close as we were made one. His lips so close to me, as he increased his speed, always knowing how to get me to reach my high. “I’m so close,” He mumbled, knowing I was, too. “I love you, I love you, I love you,” he screamed against my neck, as he let go in me. I was covered in his bites, and he was covered in mine.

He held my face in his hands and kissed me, against the light from the lamp. Then, he switched it off, cuddling into me.

Waking up, next to him in the morning, felt incredibly normal and then, not. His head rested on my chest as it always did, but, it wasn’t always now. I shifted in my position, trying to get away from him. I didn’t know what was going to happen next and, I wasn’t sure if I was strong enough to take it.

He woke up from my movement, and I sat on the edge of my bed, wearing my own clothes. “Good morning,” He kissed my shoulder. “You’re up, already.”

“You remember last night?” I asked.

“You don’t?” He said, sitting up.

“I do, I don’t know what to make of it.”

“Let’s decide with breakfast?” He asked, trying to pull me back in his arms.

“Breakfast,” I nodded and got dressed.

My phone was ringing for the second time after I had cut his call. I usually, didn’t. Only when I was in class and, he knew I wasn’t. I picked it up. “Hey, where are you?” He asked I could sense the worry in his voice.

“Umm, near the lake. Why?” I asked. I was hanging out with my friend as he was with his.

“With your friends?” He asked, and I hummed a yes. “I’m sorry, I always keep thinking it is back to how it was, and,”

“It isn’t. It can’t be,” I sighed.

“You still love me, right?” He asked.

“Yes, you?”

“I love you with everything I have. I’m an idiot. I know, I am but, don’t let my stupidity and utter immaturity ruin us.” I could feel he was worried. I was not always spending time with him. I knew the difference now. I had a life of my own of which he was a big part but, I did not depend on him. This was my lesson.

“I won’t. I’m just out with people. I’ll be back soon,” I smiled.

“I’ll be waiting.”

 —

So, this is exactly my state as of now so, tell me what would you have done. Cause, I’m clueless. 

Or you can tell me how you felt about his imagine and I’ll upload the next one! Waiting!

Here you can tell me

Okay. 

-theStylesproject 

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You Attend The Late Late Show With Him (Request)- Harry Styles

“Love, get out of this bed,” Harry says from above you, pulling the covers away gently from where you held them above your head. He had been dressed and ready for a well half hour, but couldn’t bring himself to wake you up, considering the night you had before.

“H, leave me the hell alone. I’m so exhausted,” you groan, turning over and covering your face with the pillow as your fiancé laughs.

“We’re going to miss the flight, and then the Boys are really going to ream our arses’. They still haven’t given up on the last time,” he says, taking the pillow and turning you over forcibly but gently, climbing on top of you and kissing your lips as your eyes open. “Mm, you awake now?” he asks, lips still red from the night before.

“I guess so, but I might need another to truly wake up,” you smirk, looking up at him from your place on the bed, his shirt just barely covering your panties that you’d slipped on when you went to use the toilet after spending most of the night awake making love to your boyfriend. You thought he was leaving by himself to go to L.A. for The Late Late Show with James Corden, but he had already packed your suitcase and told management you would be joining him. “You know, we spent the whole night up, when we could’ve very well saved some for when we got to the hotel, but no, someone was a bit too excited, if I say so,” you laugh as he leans back down to kiss you, your arms wrapping around his neck, until he starts to tickle your sides, that when you jump out of the bed, swatting his arm and running to get in the shower. 

“We could just sleep on the plane and still have time at the hotel,” he says hurriedly, cursing at himself for not just containing himself a bit more the night before. He quickly makes up the bed, grabbing your suitcases and putting both by your bedroom door. He walks to the mirror, fixing his hair and putting on the rings by his nightstand, fixing his shirt and jeans before going to make you and himself a tiny breakfast.

You quickly get out of the shower, freshly bathed, shaven, and had used Harry’s favourite scent on your body. You pop in front of the bathroom mirror and sink, brushing your teeth and drying your hair with a towel, quickly tying it into a top knot and throwing the towels in the laundry bin. You walk into the wardrobe, putting on a matching hot pink bra and panties set, then throwing on black leggings, a black t-shirt, and a sweatshirt, one that you had stolen from Harry before he left for tour, but it was ironed and nice enough to wear out of the house. You sprayed perfume on yourself, another one of Harry’s favourites, and grab your converse before walking down the stairs to meet Harry in the kitchen. 

“Thanks, baby,” you say, placing a quick kiss to your fiancé’s lips and taking the toast and eggs from his hand. You both eat fairly quick, putting the pan in the sink and checking your carry-on to make sure that phone and computer chargers had been packed, alongside your phones and computer, itself. You hear a car beep outside the house, meaning that Niall had arrived to pick you up and drive all three of you to the aeroport together. Harry sets the house alarm, taking both suitcases behind you, whom carried the carry-on and made sure that the house was locked up afterwards.

“Look who made it on time,” Niall laughs from the driver’s spot, you sitting passenger, Harry insisting that he would sit in the back. Your left hand was laying on your lap and Harry couldn’t help but smile at the diamond sitting on your ring finger. You said yes, and you were going to marry him, and everyday Harry seems happier and happier just knowing that the three letter word was your answer. “Mate, you listening back ‘dere?” Niall asks, looking at Harry from his mirror.

“Yeah, yeah, what’s up?” Harry asks, drawing his attention back towards his best friend, who had been apparently trying to get his attention for the last few minutes.

“We ‘ave to go straight to ‘de hotel, and ‘den we only have like an hour before we ‘ave to head back to James’ studio,” Niall says, turning his attention back to the road. It was early in London, awfully early, but by the time you arrived in California, it’d be the night and time for another interview.

“Okay. Baby, do you want to just grab a bite to eat in the hotel, or meet up with the Boys at the studio and find something closer to there?” Harry asks, turning his attention towards you as you contemplate your answer. You have this little dimple, not one as deep as his own, but one that is visible and stuck out most when you were concentrating or laughing, and he could see it at this very moment and it made his heart flutter.

“Why don’ we just eat at the hotel, this way we can all leave together and we won’ have to worry about getting back to the studio,” you say, turning your body around and facing Harry. “What’re you smiling about, hmm?” you ask watching as he shrugs but the smile never fades. You grab his hand and squeeze it, before placing a small kiss to the back and letting it go.

“You two make me sick,” Niall says from next you, shaking his head and chuckling as you two both laugh at his commentary. “But if you two could hold on the loving-on-each-other, it’d be great so we can just get on this damn aeroplane.”

You laugh and get out of the car, taking your bag and the carry-on whilst the pilots load the luggage on board and you walk hand-in-hand with Harry to board. Harry sits across from you at first, but just long enough for you to take your phone out and quickly take a picture, before moving over to his side and snuggling against him. “I love you,” you say, taking your phone and editing the picture, readying it for you to post.

“I love you more. But I also love you in my clothes. And you’re wearing my favourite perfume. What’re you trying to do to me, love?” Harry says, head resting against your own, placing a few kisses there and then placing a lingering one on your lips.

“Okay, okay, you two. There are other people on this plane,” Louis jokes from the seat next to you, already putting in earphones and humming the melodies to the new songs off the album.

“What do you think James is goin’ to ask you ‘bout?” you ask, looking up at him and adjusting yourself so you could place your legs in his lap and head on the pillow.

“Probably ‘bout Zayn leaving, the new album, I think he might ask about that “No Control Project” the fans are doing, and possibly us. I know once we posted the pictures about us being engaged, people have been tweeting questions and I’m pretty sure he’ll take some of those,” he says looking down at you whilst drawing circles on the palm of your hand. “Do you wan’ me to answer the questions or just leave it private?” he asks, looking at you intently, waiting for your response. You both had been not completely private with your relationship, but did keep certain aspects away from all to see.

“I mean, we already posted the pictures online, so answering the questions can’t be too bad. Just don’t say too much about the proposal, I mean if it’s asked, you could talk about what you did, but what you said to me I want to be completely private. Your memory and my memory only. It was the best thing you have ever said to me and I want to cherish it all by myself,” you say, leaning back up to kiss him, smiling as he wraps his arms around your waist. “I love you.”

“I love you so much, babe. You don’ even understand. But c’mon, we need sleep before we get there, it’s goin’ to be a long night. And not just because of the reasons you think I’m thinking of,” he smirks, planting a kiss on your forehead before wrapping the blanket across your bodies, and laying his head on yours. You smile and quickly upload the picture to Instagram before closing your phone, cuddling into Harry, and falling asleep.

@Mrs.StylesOfficial: Look at my handsome man. Whatcha doin’ over there, H? #fiancé

***

“Baby, I’m sorry to do this to you, but the plane is landing. We got to get up to go to the hotel,” Harry whispers from beside you. He’d only woken up ten minutes ago when we heard the pilot’s voice on the intercom. He watched you for a few minutes, amazed that this sight was what he has to look forward to for the rest of his life, and he wouldn’t have it any other way. “My love, c’mon, we can go eat and then the interview and then go back and sleep,” he says, brushing stray hairs that had gotten loose from your bun, away from your face.

“Ugh,” you groan, wiping your face and opening your eyes, adjusting to the darker surroundings that you had arrived in. “I want a pizza,” you say, wrapping your arms back around his waist, trying to wake yourself up, and his cologne was surely doing the trick. It was your absolute favourite and got it for him every year, both as a selfish gift and non-selfish because you both completely loved it.

“Okay, babe, I’m sure I can arrange that,” he chuckles, rubbing circles on your back as he pulls his phone back out of his pocket, checking his mentions on both Instagram and Twitter, smiling at the new post you had uploaded whilst he was sleeping. He quickly responds to Twitter and leans back over to you. You had managed to get up from your seat and grab your carry-on and backpack. “I love you,” he whispers against your lips, kissing you multiple times before you could respond.

“I love you, too. Where’d that come from?” you giggle.

“I can’t just tell you that I love you?” he asks, hand interlocking yours as he hears the wheels meet the road beneath the plane.

“You can. Always. I love hearing you say it,” you say, leaning in to kiss him.

“I love to say it. But I also see that you changed your name already,” he smiles. You swear that the minute you said yes to his proposal, anytime you would speak his smile would grow larger and larger.

“I did, I did. You know we are getting married in six months, I think it’s time,” you laugh, standing up from your seat and grabbing Harry’ hand to interlock your fingers and you walk off the plane and into the car that waited to bring you all to the hotel.

The ride was quick compared to the 14-hour long plane trip. Once you got checked in to the hotel, everyone dispersed to their own rooms to drop off luggage and then went to wherever they wanted for the remaining hour-and-a-half before the car came back to take the crew to the studio. You and Harry stayed in the room, ordering a pizza, ready to just relax for the time you had.

You were laying on the bed, hands on your stomach as an unknown program played on the TV. Harry climbed on the bed, leaning over to turn the box off, and then pulled you to the middle of the bed. He climbed on top of you, kissing you deeply, running his hands down your sides as you hands attached themselves in his hair. He moaned as you pulled lightly on the hair, creating a massaging sensation, and as soon as he pulled off you shirt, already leaving love bites on your neck, there was a knock on the door, signalling the arrival of your food.

“Fuck,” he whispers whilst climbing off of you, “Stay right there.” He finds his wallet on the dresser, grabbing twenty dollars out. He opens the door, says ‘thank you’ to the delivery man, pays him, and shuts the door as fast as he possibly can. He walks back over to you, climbing back on top, kissing you again. “Killed the mood, didn’t it?” he says as you giggle from underneath him.

“Yeah, little bit,” you laugh, getting up, pushing Harry onto his bum as you pull your t-shirt back on. “Later, baby. Later on, when we get back, no one will interrupt us. Okay?” you say, giving him a quick kiss before going to eat the pizza that had just arrived.

You two made your way downstairs just in time to meet with the rest of the band and avoid any embarrassment. The car pulled up a few minutes after you all had gathered together, and everyone piled in, ready to just arrive at the studio. “I’m surprised we didn’t have to come up and get you,” Liam says, laughing alongside the other two members.

“Oh shut up, Liam,” Harry chuckles, knowing that that is exactly what happened the last time. 

As soon as you and Harry had your first time together on your one-year anniversary three years ago, it has been quite hard to keep your hands off each other. Especially on one occasion where Harry was almost late for sound check because you both had stayed at the hotel for a bit too long.

“C’mon, Liam, leave us alone for one night?” you ask, pretending to pout for a minute, and then everyone is laughing. The rest of the time was spent discussing bits of your wedding that is set in stone and fully prepared, and what else needed to be done in order to be ready for the wedding in November. 

In a mere ten minutes, the whole entourage was being ushered into the studio, the Boys going to meet James backstage whilst you, Lou, and Sophia stand around by the side where you would watch the show.

“There’s the better half,” James says, walking over to give you a hug.

“How’s it going, Cordo?” you ask after giggling, feeling Harry come up and wrap his arms around your waist from behind, resting his head on your shoulder.

“I’m well, and you? The wedding’s coming up soon, yeah? November, right?” he asks, taking a sip from his mug.

“Yeah, we only have a bit left before we’re done planning, as well,” you add, pressing a kiss to Harry’s cheek quickly, feeling his smile grow as he places a kiss to your shoulder.

You and James talk a bit more until he’s being called out, in order for him to start the show and introduce the Boys. You and the girls watch from the side, listening to the men talk about their fans and the new “No Control Project” and you swear you can see all of their faces light up. There are questions about Zayn and how the tension is between the five, quickly dismissing any rumours that there was fighting continuing, and other nonsense. But towards the end you hear James say your name, and you look over to see Harry’s smile grow as big as possible. 

“Harry, we’ve seen that you have a bride-to-be, if I’m correct?” James says, leaning forward to speak directly to your fiancé.

“You are, James,” he says coolly, trying not to let himself burst with every detail that he would like to share, just not particularly on camera.

“I’ve met your missus, she’s quite lovely,” James says, flipping through note cards, assumingly the ones that have his questions.

“Y/N is wonderful, she’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me, besides One Direction,” he says, seeing a picture of you and him from Instagram appear on the screen.

“I have a few questions here from fans, and I am going to ask the more vague ones, this way you don’ have to give anything away that you don’ want to, okay?” James asks, looking intently at Harry waiting for his nod of approval. As soon as Harry nods his head, James starts to ask the questions. “When is the wedding exactly?”

“The wedding is the 16 of December. The day we met three years ago,” Harry answers, taking a quick peek at you on the side, mouthing ‘I love you’ before answering the next questions.

“Okay, here are two. How did you propose? And, I want to know, have you thought of letting me be the best man?” James asks, and Liam, Louis, and Niall shake their heads, laughing quietly.

“Well, Y/N and I don’t want to reveal too much about the proposal, but basically I did it when we were in a bit of a rift. She had no idea and the best part was that she was mildly irritated at me when I did it,” Harry says laughing. “My sister actually helped me pick out the ring, because her and Y/N are best friends and she knew what she wanted. I already had an idea, but that really helped. And for the second questions, no. I already have my best men.”

“Really? Are you sure? I would make a great best man,” James says, earning laughs from everyone in the room.

Harry just shakes his head, waiting for the final question to follow suit.

“Did you ever think that maybe you two were too young to get married right now, I mean you’re both in your twenties,” James says, sitting back in his seat and drinking from his mug.

“No, not at all. We love each other, and the people who love us, support our decisions completely,” Harry says, smiling and finishing the interview before walking off stage and sneaking up behind you, and hugging you tight.

“Hi, baby. You did great up there,” you say, leaning up to kiss him, your arms locking around his neck loosely.

“All because you were here,” he says, kissing you back, foreheads resting against each other. 

You had finished UNI within the first year of you and Harry dating, so ever since then you’d been on the road with the team. Management paid you in bits to just keep everything in check, seeing as though you basically acted like a mum to the group, even with Liam being the responsible one. It was really nice being able to spend time on the road with Harry and not have to be away for a long time.

“Alright you two, are going to come back to the hotel with us or not?” Louis asks, looking behind waiting for you to follow.

“Yes, yes, hold on,” Harry says, taking your hand and guiding you out to the car. The ride seems shorter back to the hotel and as soon as you were let out, both you and Harry walked straight up to your hotel room. 

You unlocked the door, feeling Harry push you in lightly, closing the door behind him and locking it. You quickly take off your sweatshirt and shoes, giggling when you feel Harry pull you up close to him.

“What do you want from me, mister? Is it was I think it is, hmm?” you ask, leaning up against his ear and kissing down his jaw and near his lips, but never touching your mouth to his.

“You know what I want, missus. Now stop teasing me,” he whines, grabbing your cheeks gently and connecting your lips to his. You two strip of your clothing and fall on the bed, spending the night professing your love to each other in more way than one.

***

“You know, I know we say it, but I can’t describe how happy you make me,” you whisper, fingers tracing the butterfly on his abdomen lightly.

“And I know I say it quite often, but I am so in love with you, that I can hear you breathe in the morning and I feel like I fall more in love with you,” he says, the pads of his fingers resting lights on your bare back. 

He’s so in love with not only you, but this moment. You’re both lying underneath the blanket, bare from making love just hours before, and now you’re professing your love for one another in whispers, as if you want no one else in the world to know why you are so deeply in love with each other.

The wedding was not too far off, and he couldn’t wait for moment where, this, right here, would become his forever.


Hello, darlings.

Here is another request. I am trying to get as many as I can done before I go to dance later on, and then once I get back, I will finish up.

Feel free to send in requests and I will respond back as soon as I can.

All the love,

Caitlin xxx

10 minutes into netflix and chill and he gives you this look 😂

Miniature Preview

Sneak Peak of …

“I’m Happy You’re Here.”


Niall’s breath knocked out of his lungs as he observed your figure step out of your wardrobe. He sat on your mattress, his knee bouncing, his fingertips picking at his cuticles, desperately trying to avoid staring at you, his jeans beginning to grow tighter and tighter with each miniature dress you’d slip on and show off, innocently asking his opinion on which looked better and more appropriate, although he couldn’t bear to truthfully explain that he’d wish you’d wear a smock and only let him admire you in a dress which showed off every single curve he would love to love and kiss and touch.

He couldn’t manage to take his gaze and focus off of you. He couldn’t imagine watching any other man dancing or kissing or touching you, beyond himself, in a peach dress, which hugged all of your curves in a way he couldn’t use words to properly express. His breath hitched in his throat, his thoughts travelling in a million different directions. He didn’t draw his attention back until you’d nearly shouted his name, your fingertips snapping in front of his eyes to capture his focus.

“Did I scare you or something? Should I not wear this?”

“No, no. God, no. It’s, um, you look really good,” he stutters, shoving his palm against his cock, crossing his legs uncomfortably as he manages to stare at anything in your bedroom beyond you. “I like your dress. It’s pretty.”

“Thank you,” you blush, a slight giggle leaving your lips as you step into your wardrobe, your hand clutching your chest, a heavy breath breathing in as your heartbeat slows, your cheeks burning red and your heart thumping through your thoughts. “Should I wear my nude pumps or booties?”

“Don’t remember the difference, darlin’,” he chuckles, groaning as he adjust himself on your comforter, his head laying against your pillow, his arms tucked neatly on his chest as he closes his eyes momentarily, a quiet cough drawing his attention, once more. “Pumps.”

He chuckled to himself quietly, shaking his head, his mind reminiscing to a moment in his life where he would’ve never assumed he would care so much about what his best friend would carefully wonder about his opinion – his opinion on how she looked and if she looked “good”, which colour dress should she wear for which occasion, or how a certain pair of shoes would match with an outfit. He couldn’t believe she would ever believe she didn’t look beautiful, because in his eyes, she always looked stunning – whether she was dressing in her best dress and heels, or if she sported a tank top and joggers with a pair of fuzzy socks tucked on her feet. He grinned widely, his cheeks blushing as she snapped around, her hands on her hips, her hazel eyes narrowing as she stared with a smile.

“What’s so funny?”

“Not’in! I’m surprised wit’ me’self with havin’ an actual opinion on fashion choices, like t’is. I’m not all too well in my fashion, as we can see,” he smiled, waving his hand alongst his outfit, his white tee shirt and blue jeans falling loosely off his figure.

“Niall,” you moan, rolling your eyes sarcastically, dropping your heels on your carpet, dragging your feet as you step against your bed frame, “you’re in blue jeans and a tee shirt – there is no direct style with that, like, at all.”

“Hey! I’m a boy – we don’t have a best sense of style.”

“Clearly,” you giggle, turning on your heel, shuffling towards your vanity, lifting a tube of mascara and brushing against your eyelashes swiftly, “I’ve gathered as much with our friendship over quite a few months.”

“We’ve been best friends nearly a year, now – thank you very much.”

“Wow. I am so sorry,” you dramatize, your soft words dragging each sound, his hip bumping your bursting a giggle off your lips. “Hey! I’m putting on mascara. Do you want me to permanently poke an eye out?”

“No,” he sighs playfully, winking with a smirk as he shakes his head, “because if you poked an eye out, you wouldn’t be able to admire my beautiful face ever again.”

“Wow, maybe you should bump into me, again.”

#15 Missing (Harry Styles)

This is different, maybe? Tell me if you like it?

“Where can I find her? Hello? Hello?” I screamed on the phone. I had been screaming on the phone for so long with no information coming from anyone. It was like she never existed. I tried all the numbers in my contact list which could lead me to her, “Hello Rachel? This is Harry, hey! How are you?”

“If you’re asking me about Airy, I don’t know where she is…”

“Please Rachel, it’s been a week. She couldn’t stay without talking to me for a few hours: it’s been a week now! I can’t find her anywhere!” I cried on the phone.

“Harry, just forget her. She wasn’t worth you anyway…”

“You know what? If you find out something, let me know. Thank you,” I cut the call. I didn’t want anybody telling me to stop looking for her. I went through her stuff at my house, trying to find an address, a phone number, anything that will connect me to her.  

What have I done? She could be sitting between my legs right now, in my arms; her back leaned on my chest, reading a book. It could have all been fine but, I had to go and ruin it. I tried her number again.

The number you are dialling has been switched off. Please leave a voice message or try again later.

“FUCKING HELL!” I threw my phone. I picked up her t-shirt holding it close, just wondering where it all went wrong.

“Harry! Harry! Look I’ve had enough, I’m not asking for too much,” Aria screamed pushing the door open.

“Why don’t you understand a simple thing, I have to go for this!” Harry screamed back. That’s all they did these days.

“Why today? Like any other day would do, I need you today!” She cried.

“Oh for god sake, get over it. You aren’t a little girl anymore!” He was so annoyed at her. He knew that her dog died last year, today. He had been with her for 14 years, and Aria was incredibly attached to him. This party was important to Harry. He had already paid for it. “You can’t mop around for your dog your whole life!” He screamed at her.

She shut up after that. Left the room and sat in a corner. This seemed to annoy him more, and he banged the main door before leaving the house.

“Do you think Maria would like this?” Aria asked for the tenth time. She was shopping for his family. Meeting them after so long, she wanted to buy something for everyone.

“Yes.” He replied and went back to texting on his phone. Aria often wondered who she did this for. She had no family, and she valued his so much. The last four years with him, she remembered every birthday, reminded him of every date, she knew how important family was. After her mother had passed away a few years ago, she was left alone, and she attached herself to Harry’s family, thinking someone would care if she went missing. But, recently, Harry had been so distracted. Annoyed, irritated, angry and she didn’t know why.

“I think, we should finalise this watch for Matthew and that one for John,” She asked him.

“Whatever, yeah sure,” Harry spoke, irritated as his attention was constantly shifting from the interesting conversation he was having on his phone.

Aria sighed and asked the cashier to pack everything.

Harry huffed picking up all the things from the car and then dumped them on the sofa. Little actions were breaking her heart, and she didn’t know what it was that she was doing wrong. Over dinner, she explained all the gifts to Harry; he was being hardly interested. “You know, I was wondering why don’t you go alone, this time. I have some work to handle here, and you know, all the gifts so…”

“Wait, so we wasted three hours shopping for the gifts which you won’t be giving yourself? Like what the hell!” Harry stared at her; disgust laced in his voice and his eyes.

“I was saying…”

“You know, it’s fine! Don’t come. Nobody likes you and your horrible gifts there anyway.” He got up from the table and dumped his plate in the dishwasher.

Aria could never ask if he meant what he said that day. All she knew was it broke her heart into tiny pieces, and he walked all over it.

It wasn’t always bad in their relationship. There were days when he would kiss like she was his world and hug her like he’ll never let her go. Sex was amazing too. He was so loving to her that all he did just vanished and the love she felt for him remained.

But, those days were scarce now. She sat near the window as he texted her about their cancelled dinners and late nights. About parties where she never went to and friends now, she didn’t know: she was a stranger in the person’s life she considered her family and she didn’t know what to do. She loved talking to him, texted him almost every few hours. She loved talking in general. She thought he loved that about her. He loved how she could make an interesting story about everything and how she told him everything. Now, she wondered if all she thought was wrong.

“I don’t want to know about it, Aria!” He screamed. Why was he screaming? She was just telling him about the old lady she met on the way, just like she told him about other things. “Can’t you see I’m texting? Can’t you see that I have more things to do in my life than listen to you!” He was so mean. Why was he so mean?

It had gotten worse after the last Saturday party they went to: She had slapped his friend. She was making fun of her. She was taking it in good humor but, she went too far. She took it too far, and Aria couldn’t control herself, “Do you think all your family is dead because of how intolerable you are,” She had laughed.  What sort of humor was this? She didn’t understand it. Harry had called her an embarrassment that night.

“Hello? This is Harry Styles. I was wondering if you’ve any information on Aria?” I called her office again.

“No Sir. We have no information on her,” The person replied.

He didn’t know where to look now. In the last week and a half now, he had looked all the places she could go too. Aria was connected to small things, to little things she found a memory in, and Harry made a list of everything. He was a mess; he knew he had been rude to her, mean, horrible but, he didn’t expect to come to an empty house. It was so eerie as he stepped inside. The entire apartment was clean, everything was in its place, even her study which was always covered in books was organised. His clothes, her clothes were stacked properly, the washrooms, the kitchen, it was all clean, and when he called out for her, her voice never came.

It didn’t come in the next few hours either. He got worried, he called everywhere, her office mentioned she was on leave for the next few weeks, and that was it. Her friends, few as they were, had no information about her. He quickly realized how connected her life was to his. She considered his friends hers, they shared the house; she connected herself with his family, she had nobody else.

“Harry, you should eat something,” Alexia kept a plate in front him. “You have to eat now; it’s not healthy otherwise.

“Eat your dinner, Harry! This irregular routine of yours is not healthy at all!” She used to scold him when he worked too late and forgot to eat. She used to make especially something fresh, his favorite mostly and feed him.

“I can’t find her anywhere…” I mumbled to Alexia.

“We’ll find her, eat now,” She said.

“You think, we should file a missing person report? You’re an officer, tell me?” I asked, my voice made the desperation evident.

“It won’t work, Harry. She has taken leave from her office. They can say; she wanted to be away from you and not consider it. I can’t track her phone cause it’s switched off but, as soon as it comes online again, we’ll find her,” She explained.

“But, she can’t remain without…”

“Talking to you, yes I know, Harry,” Alexia sighed. I kept dialling her number again and again, till my eyes were closed.

Why was he so mean to her? Harry couldn’t explain it. They were always around each other and somehow, he got annoyed by her presence. He loved her, yes he did but, he didn’t know what he was expecting from her, either. She was perfect for him, they moved with each other, synchronised and he didn’t like it anymore. He was now, liking those girls he talked to on his phone who had no care in the world. How could he not like the care she had for him? It was a phase; he wasn’t taking it too well.

For Aria, every rude comment, every time he was mean to her, crushed her heart. It was piling up, and she was cursing herself as her mind looked for options which didn’t include Harry. Her dog was special to her; it was her family. She thought Harry understood this aspect. She kept thinking it was a phase but, it got too much for her. Her dad wasn’t like this to her mom. He had loved her till he closed his eyes. Her mom had loved her too. She didn’t understand this sort of love.

Aria kept thinking if she gave her best to him, he would come around. She had nothing without him. It was stupid of her, but she had religiously made her life around him. He disappeared for days, came back giving her no explanation, just asking her to give him space. Space, what was space? She wasn’t on his head. They led different lives at work. He forgot anniversaries, promised dates, her birthday, her moms birthday, and all this while she gulped her tears and cut the cake alone. He will come around.

It was until a co-worker advised her to take a holiday without him. Like he did to her, just disappear, and she took the advice. Didn’t go a holiday but, shifted to a hotel. For the first three days, nothing happened. He didn’t even try to contact her. She followed him and found him living at his friend’s house for a while. That girl was beautiful and, couldn’t help feel heartbroken and jealous. But, she knew Harry wouldn’t cheat on her. He wouldn’t do the same what happened to his Mom. But, it was too much pressure on her heart, and she walked away, taking a break.

I jumped up straight when my phone rang, “Hello?”

“Hello, is this Harry?” A squeaky male voice spoke from the other end.

“Yes, this is he,” I replied.

“Mr. Harry, I’m the owner of Princely Motels, and we found a girl’s body in one of our room. She is a guest here but, she was unconscious,” He spoke.

“WHERE IS SHE?” I shouted, pulling my hair.

“Well, Mr. Harry we found her unconscious, so we transferred her to the hospital. You see, my maids found it fishy when no one walked out of her room for days, and we broke in. She is in the hosp-“ He gave me the address, and I rushed out of my house to reach my baby.

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