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anonymous asked:

When both Draco and Harry are wandering around late one night due to nightmares of their past, they run into one another. Tired of fighting, they both decide to just.. talk. Harry learns why exactly Draco was on The Dark Lord's side, and Draco realizes Harry hates being famous, etc.. cute fluff where they end up holding hands/kissing?

this turned out really shitty sorry


Footsteps. Harry silently cursed himself for not bringing his invisibility cloak. He was up on the astronomy tower and assumed that it was around three in the morning. Harry stood up quickly only to be face to face with Draco Malfoy. His face had red splotches on it that Harry could barely see in the moonlight. “Malfoy.” He greeted.

“Potter.” The malice that was usually in his voice ceased to exist. His voice was hoarse, like he hadn’t spoke in years. “What are you doing here?”

“Nightmares.” He replied. Malfoy nodded, understanding the feeling of wanting to get away after dreaming of the war. Harry sat back down, looking out over the lake. “Well, sit down and you can start taunting me.” He patted the stone floor beside him.

“To tell you the truth, I’m tired of fighting.” Malfoy replied as he made his way over to Harry. “Let’s just… talk.”

Harry looked at him once he sat down, grinning slightly. “I would like that.” Malfoy grinned back and Harry decided he looked quite handsome when he wasn’t scowling. Malfoy rolled up his sleeves to reveal his fading Dark Mark which had already turned back to a dull red. “I thought-”

“Me too.” Malfoy interrupted, guessing what Harry was going to say. “All it did was fade.” He looked sadly down at his arm.

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On My Own (Harry Hook)Part Six

Originally posted by heather-l-wood

“You swore you’d never hurt me.”

“You swore you’d never leave me On My Own.”

Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six, Part Seven

Chad Charming thought himself a man of the people, another reason he should have been crowned King instead of Ben. He hoped that if he proved it, the people of Auradon would realize their mistake. Which was why he found himself trying to find that pirate kid that Jay hated.

As a very fit, athletic, muscular man himself, he had a feeling he would easily find him. SO, when he followed the sounds of anger to the weight room, he wasn’t surprised when the pirate kid was beating ruthlessly at a punching bag. “Hey there, Harry,” Chad greeted, strolling over to the angry boy.

“What do ye want, Charmin’?” Harry grumbled, less than happy to have his alone time interrupted. Chad shook his head, holding the punching bag steady. “Just checking on a friend. I know if that fight had happened between me and Audrey I would be very sa- I mean angry.”

“That brown-haired lass you have hangin’ off yer arm?” Harry asked, raising an eyebrow as he recalled the princess inviting him to “study” with her on a Saturday night with a few flirtations glances and a hand toying with the buttons on his jacket. He of course declined.

“Yeah, she’s my girlfriend,” The blond stated proudly, frowning at the laugh he received. “What’s so funny?”

“Ye need to keep a better grip on yer lass, Charmin’. She seemed to have taken a liken to some men in me crew,” Harry remarked with a snicker.

“I’ve noticed. Which is another reason I came here. To offer a… mutual exchange of advice. I’ll tell you have to be the prince Y/N wants, if you tell me how to be a…delinquent like you,” Chad offered, a smug smirk on his face.

“That’s one reason I don’t like you Auradon brats,” Harry remarked, zoning in on the young Prince. “Someone wants ye to be someone ye aren’t, ya change yer clothes, your hair, the way ye talk, the way you act, you change yer entire personality just to be what they want. But on the Isle? Well, if someone dares to tell ye to change yerself, you feed’em to the dogs. We don’t change for anyone but ourselves. You. Are. Pathetic. Changin’ yerself for a lass.” Harry scoffed.

“What are ye starin’ at?” He snapped at the boy when he noticed him staring at him in something akin to awe.

“You just… You don’t care. I’ve never met someone as uncaring as you,” The boy replied. “Teach me your ways. Please!”

“I told ye, Chad-” Harry started before pausing, remembering Uma’s plan.

They’ve had it too good here for too long. It’s time for Auradon to meet chaos. We need to tear this school apart from the inside. Prove who really has control here.

“Fine. I’ll help ye.”


At lunch that following Monday, Chad sat with the pirates, eager to be taught Harry’s ways. He was in the middle of telling Chad how to snap back at someone giving him a hard time when he was interrupted.

“Excuse me, uh Harry?”

The pirate turned around, staring at the brunette girl holding his hook and hat in her hands. “Why do ye have my things?” He asked, standing up to stare down intimidatingly at the girl. It worked, seeing as she started fidgeting.

“Y/N told me to give them to you. you left them on the tourney field Saturday,” The girl explained. Harry gave a scoff. “Lass couldn’t even give them to me herself,” He sneered, snatching the hoot and hat from the girl.

“A-actually, she’s not here today, so she asked me to do it,” the girl explained before quickly scurrying back to her group of princesses.


“Really? Chad was with them?” You asked in awe from where you sat curled up in your bed amidst a sea of tissues.

“Yep,” Lonnie replied. “Jane said it sounded like Harry was coaching him on something.”

“Oh no,” You groaned. “And I can’t go find out what it is because of this stupid cold!” Lonnie laughed.

“Don’t worry, Sniffles. I’ll get Jay on it. You just focus on getting better. I have no one to help me bully the Coach into making a girl’s tourney team,” Lonnie replied. “Oh! I just remembered my mom gave me a book of recipes my grandma used to make for her when she was a kid. I think there’s some food for colds in there, I could make you some if you want,” She offered.

“Lonnie?”

“Yes?”

“Please marry me.”


“Y/N!” Audrey called, awakening you from your sick-sleep. You groaned, pulling the covers over your eyes. “How do you people keep getting in my room?” You whined. You heard her scoff.

“Maybe you should try a better hiding spot that on top of the door frame. But that isn’t important right now! Your pirate boyfriend has brainwashed Chad!” She complained, stomping her foot on the ground. “He’s walking around in those ripped clothes flirting with every girl he sees! And he won’t do what I say!”

“Or maybe he’s finally figuring out who he is,” You mumbled, rolling away from the girl. Audrey growled.

“Did I mention he slid a stink bomb into your locker?”

“He’s dead. I’ll fix it later. Get out of my room and let me sleep you evil little fairy,” You grumbled, burying your face in a pillow. You were only able to lay in bed for ten minutes before you tore yourself out of bed to go confront Harry.

You didn’t know why you had five outfits laid out on your bed. You were just going to tell Harry to leave Chad alone, but for some reason you wanted to look nice. You carefully chose an outfit that was nice enough for Auradon, but reminded you of your clothes in Auradon. To be completely honest, you had been feeling homesick ever since you came back from your impromptu “Save the King” mission.

And now, being around the pirates made you want to retreat to your old self. But, you couldn’t let that happen.


You anxiously shifted from foot to foot as you stood outside of Harry’s dorm room, waiting for him to answer the door. You knocked again, in case he didn’t hear you. “Who the hell is it!? Ye better have a good reason for wakin’ me up or ye’r dead!” His voiced called out as the door was flung open seconds later.

“Y/N?” He asked, looking both surprised an confused, before recovering his expression to a blank face. “Come in, I guess.” You walked in, keeping a safe distance between you and the pirate.

“What do ye want, Lass?” He asked, leaning against the door with crossed arms. It took all of your self control to not stare, seeing as he didn’t think answering the door was important enough to put on a shirt. 

“Harry, what did you do to Chad?” You asked, figuring there was no use beating around the bush. He chuckled, eying you.

“I didn’t do anything to’em. He asked me for a favor and I happily complied for me dear friend,” He answered, a sly smirk on his face. “It’s not nice of ya to keep accusin’ me of things, Lass. Makes ya seem a bit biased against me. And that’s not possible, is it?”

You clenched your teeth as Harry slowly walked forward, resulting in you pressing yourself against the wall in order to get farther from the pirate.

“Admit it, Lass. Admit why ye’r accusin’ me every five seconds,” He egged, leaning down so he was eye level with you. “Admit you hate me. Or, maybe you still love me. And that’s why you keep tryin’ to distance yerself from me.”

You clenched your fists at the pirate’s taunting. If this were the Isle, you would punch him and be done with it. But, unfortunately this was Auradon. And punching him could possibly get you sent back to the Isle for good.

“You know what, Harry?” You asked, glaring up at the brunet. “Hmm?” He asked, sliding a piece of hair behind your ear. “You’re right,” You stated.

A small smirk started on his face. “About what, Lass?”

“I do hate you.”

Harry could hear his world crashing down and his heart shattering in a single second. He cleared his throat, standing up straight. “Is that so?” He asked, voice cracking slightly.

“You cheated on me, Harry. With your Captain! When I tried to confront you about it you tried to accuse me of cheating on you with Gil instead of owning up to it! How can I not hate you!?” You cried out, astonished that he could have the audacity to even think he had the right to be hurt.

“You swore you’d never hurt me!”

“And you swore you’d never leave me on my own!” He shot back, angry tears welling in his eyes. “Ye know I’m not good at expressin’ how I feel or admittin’ when I’m wrong! But ye didn’t even give me a chance! You ran away from me, Y/N!”

“You’re the one that ran away, Harry! I waited for a week for you to come back! But you never did! You ran off to Uma like you always have! You always put her above me! You treated her like some sort of goddess! Like you were just settling for me! Do you know how that felt!?”

“Why do ye think I kept tryin’ to get yer attention when I got here!? I wanted to make up, Y/N! But it seems you’ve finally revealed yer true colors! You want some perfect prince, not a mangy pirate! And I’m not a perfect prince, Y/N! I never will be! I’m me! And if ye don’t like that then I guess we’re done here!” Harry yelled. He felt weak with tears leaking from his eyes, but he couldn’t seem to make them stop.

“I don’t want some perfect prince, Harry! I want you! But all you do is hurt me! You fight with me over every little thing, and god forbid I say something bad about Uma all hell breaks loose! Is she that much better than me!?” You shot back, glad to finally get everything off of your chest.

“Because she’s always been there for me, Y/N! Ever since I became part of her crew she’s treated me like I’m not worthless! You’re the one that always starts fights with me, she’s the one that calms me down! So yeah, I guess she is better!”

Harry’s breath caught in his throat, wishing he could yank the words back into his mouth. “Y/N,” He whispered, noticing the tears that now flowed down your cheeks. You looked utterly crushed. “Y/N, I’m so sorry,” He whispered, reaching out for you.

You shook your head, pushing the pirate away from you and furiously wiping your eyes. “I knew it,” You whispered. If Harry could choose the animal that most resembled you at the moment, it would be a kicked puppy. No, you resembled a puppy left alone to watch their owner drive away, leaving them in a strange place with strange people. Completely broken, in the most unrepairable way.

And as you walked out of his door, he could only imagine he looked the same.


This Part’s tags: @sisterofpersassy @rizaiscool @sharenaloveyoux @tofarawaytobreathe @asexualmarauder @softbcky @annabelle5724

anonymous asked:

bottom Louis fics ?

Hi! Been waiting for an ask like this one! Here’s some of my favs, hope you enjoy:

As Wicked As Anything Could Be by whoknows:

Summary: It starts when Louis decides that he wants to lose his cherry and announces that he thinks the best way to do that is by going to a gay club. Naturally, Harry can’t let him go alone, so he tags along and spends the night rating guys with Louis until someone finally catches Louis’s eye.

Harry shoves him out to dance with the guy, and he can already tell that it’s going to be a quick and dirty hook up, so he’s not surprised that Louis and the guy disappear into the bathroom ten minutes later.

It is a surprise when Louis comes out not even two minutes later, pale and clammy, grabs Harry by the hand and drags him right out the door.

Somehow Harry comes to the decision that it would be a good idea for him to be in the room with Louis while Louis gets laid.

It’s a stupid fucking decision.

Kink Therapy by PuzzlingApproach:

Summary: Where Louis and Harry don’t know each other but they both have to go to a sex kink therapy group. Harry has a problem where he’s obsessed with sticking random household products inside of people during sex because he gets off on it and Louis has a problem where he’s overly submissive. At the end of the group meeting, Harry convinces Louis to come home with him. They forget everything they learned and their kinks come out. 

Maybe It’s A Bit Much by hostage:

Summary: “Get on the bed,” Harry growls, eerily mimicking what Greg had said earlier that evening. This time the request holds an entirely different meaning. This time it makes Louis flinch.

Or, Louis gets a bit too drunk with Greg, and Harry fucks some sense into him.

Fumbling In The Dark by Grand Buzz (quodpersortem):

Summary: Louis is straight, Harry is not. They still shag a lot.

Ache To Know The Song He Sung by onlyhuman:

Summary: Ogling hot men is a part of his job that Louis thoroughly enjoys. That is, if the ogling hadn’t been reduced to a bare minimum the second DJ Harry Styles set foot into Funky Payno and ruined every other man for Louis, ever.

Or: Louis is a bartender and Harry is a DJ in a club in Barcelona. All they really need to do is get their shit together. Of course, that’s not what happens.

I’m Kind Of Into It by Snowy38:

Summary: A pair of eyes follow him, narrowed and if Louis has judged right; assessing. Trying to see if Louis has a favourite. Waiting to see if he gives it up to one of the baying crowd. He doesn’t. He straightens up and moves smoothly back towards the intriguing man in the front-row seat.

He hasn’t moved, bar to clutch his fingers slightly around the edges of the circle-shaped seat; his thighs pushing open a little further as he tucks his ass in; showcasing his dick somewhat.

The dress pants do barely anything to cover the jut of that length and Louis makes it his personal mission to make him hard. It’s insulting really that he’s not already there. He’s been dancing for three minutes and if that isn’t long enough to incite some interest then what is?

Our blood is boiling by twinks:

Summary: “I can’t believe you’re making me this angry when it’s almost midnight and I’m not even drunk. You know what? I could take you down right here, right now—”

“You’re red.” Harry interrupts, his lips curving up into a smug grin. “Am I making you red?”

Louis purses his lips and absentmindedly brings a hand up to feel his cheek. It’s definitely warm. God, how can he even come back from this?

[Louis meets indie singer Harry Styles, otherwise known as the bane of his existence, at a pub.]

Anything Goes by ifonly:

Summary: Harry probably shouldn’t be amused that Louis has a death grip on his hand and is dragging away from an event that, you know, they should be at. And he still probably shouldn’t have that god awful smirk plastered to his face when Louis shoves him into the bathroom and steps in before locking the door.

3B Neighbour by orphan_account:

Summary: Dear Neighbour,
I love the sound of your rooster alarm, it’s such
a joy waking up 5 in the morning. Can you get it
any louder?

Or: a mysterious neighbour keeps slipping the worst sort of notes under Harry’s door.

spark a new flame by orphan_account:

Summary: Louis is nineteen, Harry is twenty-one, and it’s not all that hard to figure out what happens when they both go clubbing.

Sibling Rivalry

Originally posted by angiesrx78

i randomly got the idea of making up a brother for harry and gemma and decided i should write it and post it now since it’s harry’s birthday, i hope you enjoy x


“You ready?” Harry asked, loading the last suitcase into the back of his range rover.

“Yeah,” I nodded as I watched him close the trunk.

“Alright, let’s go.” He smiled, gesturing to the car.

Harry’s birthday was tomorrow and he and I were going to spend it with his family. It had been a while since we both had seen them, and we were all excited. Gemma even picked on Harry and said she was looking forward to seeing me more than she was to see him. Harry put his stuff in the car and then came to pick me up, and now we embarked on our about three and a half hour journey. We stopped to get some lunch, then went on our way.

After jamming to music and playing eye spy for a bit, which was Harry’s idea, we finally arrived at Anne and Robin’s house. We got out of the car and got our stuff, but before we could walk to the front door, Gemma bolted out if the house and hugged me tightly.

“I’ve missed you so much, (y/n). I’m so happy you’re here!” Gemma squealed.

Harry crossed his arms. “Glad to know you really do prefer my friends over me.”

Gemma rolled her eyes as she let go of me and hugged her brother. “I missed you too Harry, you know that.”

Gemma helped us bring in our stuff, Anne grinning at us as we walked in.

“Oh my goodness, (y/n), you just get more gorgeous by the day.” Anne said as she hugged me.

“I could say the same to you,” I complimented her as I hugged her back.

“Even Mum likes her more than me.” Harry all but whined.

Anne chuckled, walking over to Harry and hugging him. “Now, Harry, you know I love my children more than anything. (Y/n)’s just a really close second.”

Robin walked into the living room, looking nervous but trying to hide it. “Hello!”

“What’s going on Robin?” Harry questioned.

Robin sighed. “I know you expected it to just be the five of us, but your brother is coming as well.”

Harry’s confused look turned in to an angry one. “Since when was this planned?”

“Harry, don’t be like that,” Anne said almost sadly. “It was last minute, but Robert wants see you on your birthday just like we do.”

Harry rolled his eyes. “Yeah, sure.”

“Wait, you guys have a brother?” I asked.

Gemma nodded. “Yeah, he’s the middle child and we haven’t really seen much of him lately. He didn’t even come here for Christmas, though he was supposed to.”

“He was in Ireland and couldn’t get a flight out here as they cancelled most of them because of the weather.” Anne explained.

“Likely story,” Harry mumbled.

Anne tapped his shoulder lightly with the back of her hand. “Enough, let’s be nice, yeah?”

Harry sighed. “Yes, Mum.”

A while after that, Anne and Gemma made lunch for everyone, insisting that Harry and I not help because we were guests. Though, she was a guest too, but I just did as she asked instead if bringing that up. Anne said we had about fifteen minutes until it would be ready, so Harry, Robin, and I sat in the living room watching tv. There was a knock at the door, and I could tell Harry was definitely not looking forward to seeing who was on the other side.

“Hello, Robert!” Robin said when he opened the door. “Come on in.”

When he came in I was in shock. He was really handsome. He had short brown hair, similar to Harry’s but a bit shorter as Harry’s had grown out some, and he had a bit of gel in it unlike Harry. Harry didn’t even look in his direction, but Robert looked over at us and smiled wide.

“Hello, baby brother!” Robert all but sang, causing Harry to cringe. Robert took off the sunglasses he had on,which were definitely unnecessary, and looked at me. “Who is this beautiful woman you have sitting next to you?”

Harry looked like he was getting more irritated by the second. “This is (y/n).”

“Ah, it is so nice to meet you,” Robert said as we shook hands. “How long have you known Harry? A couple months?”

“More like four years,” I corrected him.

Robert looked at Harry and I in shock. “Is that so? How is this the first time we’ve met?”

“Maybe because you’re never around, you–”

“Dinner is ready!” Gemma interrupted Harry. I laughed at her timing.

“Gemma! How are you, my gorgeous big sister?” Robert said as he hugged her.

“I’ve been great, and yourself?” She said politely.

“I’ve been well,” He nodded.


We all got some dinner and sat in the living room as we ate, making small talk.

“So, what have you been doing?” Gemma asked Robert.

“I’ve actually just finished up filming my second movie.” Robert said proudly.

“Of fucking course he has,” Harry muttered as he scowled.

“Really? In only a year? That’s lovely!” Anne said, hugging her son. “I’m so proud of you, Robby.”

“Thanks, Mum.” Robert smiled. “So, what have my siblings been up to, hm?”

“Well, I write articles for a site called The Debrief and I also write for Mtv and other websites too.” Gemma told him.

“That’s awesome, Gem! You’ve always been such a talented writer, I knew you’d go on to do great things.” Robert complimented. “And you, Harry?”

Harry completely ignored him, eating his food and acting as if his brother wasn’t even here.

“Uh, he’s finished up filming Dunkirk, and he did a cover and spread for Another Man Magazine, and he’s working on his solo music and stuff now.” I spoke for him.

“Ah, that’s nice.” Robert said. “And what are you? Are you his publicist?”

“Oh, no,” I laughed. “I’m just with him a lot. Plus, he helps me write songs because I’m a singer too.”

“Well isn’t he lucky? He gets to work with you.” Robert grinned at me.

“I’m not feeling well, I’m going to go lie down.” Harry told everyone as he got up from beside me, taking his plate to the kitchen then going upstairs.


When everyone was finished eating, Gemma and I decided to do the dishes, telling Anne to take a well deserved break.

“So, Gem, what’s up with Harry and Robert?” I asked her, taking the plate she just washed and drying it. “Harry seems like he despises him.”

“They’ve had this sibling rivalry ever since they were young. Whenever Harry did something, Robert had to one up him. And he do whatever it took to do it. As you could probably tell, he likes to charm his way around, and Harry hates how fake he sounds.” Gemma explained.

“Wow,” I sighed. “I literally had no clue about that. Or him, for that matter.”

Gemma nodded. “I’m not surprised, Harry never brings Robert up because of how much he dislikes him. That’s why he’s upset he’s here and keeping to himself. He’s probably afraid Robert’s going to take his spotlight on his birthday.”

“We won’t let that happen, right?” I wondered. “I mean, I wouldn’t want Harry’s day to be anything but amazing.”

“I feel the same way,” She agreed. “We’ll just have to make sure it doesn’t happen.”


Soon after, Gemma and I were finished and the dishes were put away. She made tea for us both, offering some to Anne and Robin, but they said they said they were going to bed. We sat and talked in the kitchen for a while, then right when Gemma said she was going to bed as well, Robert came in.

“You going to bed, Gem?” Robert asked her.

“Yeah, I’m tired from traveling and everything.” She told him.

“Alright, well goodnight,” He said as he hugged her.

“Goodnight,” She said back, going upstairs.

“So, what is a stunning girl like you doing hanging around with a guy like my brother?” He asked me, making me raise my eyebrows.

“Um, I’m not sure what you mean by that.” I lied.

He chuckled. “What I meant is, what do you see in him exactly?”

I gave him a look. “Excuse me?”

He sighed. “Look, all I’m trying to say is, if you’re trying to be with Harry then don’t bother. There are guys out there than can treat you much better than he can. Like me, for example.” I just stood there in shock. “Go out with me, and I’ll prove it to you.”

“Why the hell am I not surprised?”

I sighed in relief as Harry walked into the kitchen, a smug but angry look on his face.

“You know, (y/n) and I are actually together, but if we weren’t, there’s no chance in hell she’s do anything with you.” Harry slighted.

Robert laughed. “Really? Because she was about to agree to go on a date with me before you rudely interrupted us.”

“Cut the shit,” Harry spat. “I heard the whole thing, and she didn’t seem the least bit interested in you. And why would she be? You’re nothing but a dickhead that kisses ass to get what you want, and the only reason you try your damnedest to beat me at everything is because of how jealous you are of me.”

Robert scoffed. “Me? Jealous of you? Please, it’s you that’s jealous, Harry. You’ve always wanted what I had, ever since we were kids.”

“Really? Is that why you’re trying to flirt with my girlfriend? Because I want what you have?” Harry crossed his arms, waiting for Robert to reply.

“Look,” I spoke up. “Think we should all just go to bed, arguing isn’t going to solve anything.”

“No, actually, Robert was about to leave.” Harry countered.

Robert gave Harry a look. “And what makes you think I’m going to do that?”

“Because if you don’t we’ll have a big problem.” Robin said as he, Gemma, and Anne all came in. Robert looked at everyone in shock.

“I cannot believe you,” Anne said disappointingly. “How dare you treat Harry and (y/n) this way. You should be ashamed.”

Robert started to look sad, but then a slightly angry look appeared on his face. “And everyone wonders why I never come around anymore.”

“That’s your own damn fault and no one else’s,” Harry glared  at him. “Now, get your things and go.”


The next morning, I came downstairs and saw Harry helping Anne with breakfast, Gemma and Robin drinking coffee and talking. I quietly walked up behind Harry and hugged him.

“Happy birthday!” I cheered.

He laughed, turning around and hugging me properly. “Thanks, lovely.”

“So, um, I have a question.” I said.

“Shoot,” He grinned.

“Why did you say I was your girlfriend last night?” I watched as he started to blush.

“Oh, I just said that so he’d, uh, leave you alone.” He shrugged.

“Sure.” I drawled out.

“Why else would I have done it?” He messed with his hair.

“I don’t know,” I said putting my finger on my chin. “Maybe, because you like me?” Robin, Gemma, and Anne tried to hold in their laughter.

Harry hesitated. “Well what if I do?”

“Then, maybe we should do something about it. Like go on a date?” I proposed.

“Maybe I’d like that,” Harry beamed.

“Quit saying ‘maybe’, and just go out tonight.” Gemma insisted, earning laughs from everyone.

“I think we should listen to your sister.” I said as I put my arms around Harry, and him doing the same to me.

“I think so, too.” He winked.


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Sugar bricks

It’s been two and a half years since the war ended and almost everyone who graduated from hogwarts as the year who fighted in the war goes to college now. Draco, however, is hated by his parents now, has no contact with them but he got used to it. Almost everyone hates him on the campus, makes fun of him or insults him.

And then, there’s Potter. Every time he passes by, he makes him a compliment and gives him only one sugar brick. Draco was wondering why Potter kept doing this, but never talked to him about it or even dared to use the sugar bricks. He just kept them and even started collecting them.

One day, the first year on the campus was already over and the second year was about to begin, Harry walked up to Malfoy with two pounds of pure sugar and covered Draco in it.
The Slytherin was shocked and angry at the same time and as he wanted to yell at Harry, he interrupted him, saying, “no matter how many sugar bricks I tried, none would be as sweet as you”, and Draco turned dark red, trying not to freak out in front of the whole class.

anonymous asked:

Narry!!!

Send me a ship and I’ll tell you…

Who asks the other on dates: 
Harry! He’s the one that surprises Niall by taking him on helicopter rides over mountains and plans long romantic evenings together. Niall chooses to spend his choice for date nights cuddled on the couch with a beer and a movie.

Who is the bigger cuddler:
Openly? Harry. Secretly? It’s Niall. Harry constantly pulls Niall onto his lap, just holding him and breathing him in. Harry loves to slip his arms around Niall when he least expects it; constantly starts tickle wars (or snog sessions) that Niall pretends he doesn’t love. But Niall enjoys the nights where they are together in their own bed the most, snuggled up behind Harry, just enjoying the closeness. 

Who initiates holding hands more often:
Niall, because he likes the private intimacy of being able to hold hands with Harry in the comfort of their home. Harry grounds him, like nothing else, so it’s just so easy to press up to his side, or place a hand on his back, or entwine their hands together.

Who remembers anniversaries:
Harry remembers the anniversaries like they’re his favourite song lyrics, constantly reminds Niall of them weeks, months before they actually come, but that doesn’t mean that Niall forgets. He’s silent in his knowledge, pretending to be surprised when Harry takes him on some extravagant trip across the world. Just nodding whenever Harry complains about Niall’s bad memory.

Who is more possessive:
Harry, because he likes the way he can fold his big hands over Niall’s hips at the club, watching as others frown in jealousy. Likes sucking hickeys into Niall’s neck because they’re together and Harry really likes when everyone knows about it.

Who gets more jealous:
Niall, because Harry is beautiful in that untouchable way that everyone wants, and sometimes it gets a bit overwhelming, knowing that so many people want Harry, even if Niall knows he’ll always come back to him.

Who is more protective:
Harry is protective, more so than Niall I think, because Niall is a person who looks after others before looking after himself. And sometimes Harry has to be that person that looks after Niall, but he loves it, and wouldn’t have it any other way.

Who is more likely to cheat:
Neither ‘cause this is a shitty question and neither would cheat.

Who initiates sexy times the most:
Harry, whether it’s a not-so-subtle bite under Niall’s jaw, or a complete hand down his pants while they’re in the middle of doing something completely mundane, like watching tv, Harry is the one who is constantly trying to lure Niall to bend him over the couch. ;)

Who dislikes PDA the most:
Like showing PDA? I’d say Niall? Neither of them is super comfortable with it, because of the way that everyone constantly tried to have an opinion about their relationship when they first got together, so they aren’t the most affectionate couple out in public. But I think Niall would get more annoyed when Harry is trying to touch him or kiss him, and Niall just wants to run away from all of the stares that are coming their way.

Who kills the spider:
Harry, surprisingly, because if he doesn’t then Niall will just let them live in the house, and fuck if Harry’s gonna’ let that happen.

Who asks the other to marry them:
Niall tries, but Harry thinks that it’s not fair that only one of them get to propose, so he does it as well a few days later, just in the quiet atmosphere of their living room, unlike the private, romantic dinner on the pier where Niall decided to pull out his ring the first time. (Niall secretly loves Harry’s ridiculous quirks, but pretends to be annoyed when his long emotional proposal speech is interrupted by Harry, who wants to do this proposal thing his way too, and Niall tries to be angry, he really, truly does, but Harry’s pleading face gets him every time.)

Who buys the other flowers or gifts:
They both do, but Harry likes to surprise Niall with experiences, like scuba diving or traveling to Hawai’i, big, grand gestures that they get to enjoy together, and Niall likes to send Harry boxes of chocolates or flowers to the recording studio or set that Harry is in, and then refuse to admit that he sent them.

Who would bring up possibly having kids:
Niall, because they’ve been skirting around the idea for a while but he knows that Harry doesn’t want to be pushy, so he brings it up, late one night while they’re curled up in their bed. Harry is giddy, grinning into the curve of Niall’s neck as he hugs him, and Niall just can’t wait for the joy that their child will bring to them, and to the world.

Who is more nervous to meet the parents:
Niall, because he knows how protective Anne and Gemma are, and he’s not scared they’ll dislike him, knows they don’t dislike him, but is just a bit afraid that they’ll think he isn’t good enough for their son and brother.

Who sleeps on the couch when the other is angry:
Niall, ‘cause Harry is a drama queen when he’s upset and Niall knows that he sometimes has to just let him brood for a few hours. But Harry always wakes up in the middle of the night, still annoyed but feeling slightly guilty about it, dragging Niall back into their room until the morning when they can talk it through.

Who tries to make up first after arguments:
Niall tries his damned hardest after fights to make it better, because he hates to see Harry cry, and sometimes he pushes his own feelings under the rug when Harry is upset.

Who tells the other they love them more often:
Harry says the words more, whispers them against Niall’s ear or screams them out of the window of their car, likes the way the words curl off his tongue and the way they make Niall go pink and blotchy. Niall says I love you with soft touches and discrete smiles and breathy moans, using his actions rather than his words to express himself.

anonymous asked:

So, when you guys fight, who can't keep a straight face because the other looks super cute while trying to look mad/angry?? How do these fights end? 😉😉 (Btw, I love how Draco's the flustered one of the two during the NSFW asks 💜)

Draco: I don’t get flustered

Harry: You do, it’s adorable.

Draco: *irritably* I’m sorry I don’t share your enthusiasm for giving out obscene details–

Harry: *interrupting with a grin* See? I can hardly ever keep a straight face when he starts off.

Draco: Oh, I’ll give you straight face–

Harry: Not that this counts as a ‘fight’–

Draco: Oh, I’ll give you a fight

A Rose By Any Other Name (Part Thirteen)


Harry Styles AU

Warnings: lil angst 

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“What?!” Fiona and Harry both barked out at the same time.

“No, were not-we’re just-friends. We’ve never-” Fiona still had the doughnut in her hand but she was shaking it around as she tried to explain to Anne that nothing was going on between her and her son.

“Are you sure? Because I’m pretty sure I saw those exact shoes at the end of Harry’s bed this morning.” Never in his life has Harry seen his mother so intimidating. Fiona looked at him hoping he’d say something to get them out of this situation, but he just stared back. He didn’t know what to say.

“It’s okay, we’re all adults here. But I guess my question is: why you haven’t two told Gemma?”

Harry had never seen Fiona’s cheeks so red, she always seemed so confident but in this moment she was embarrassed and didn’t know what to say.

Harry decided to finally man up and answer his mum.

“Well I guess it’s still new…we’re um,” he cleared his throat. “Still figuring it out.” He was talking so slowly.

Gemma’s bedroom door opened.

“Okay, Chris will be here in thirty.” She sounded excited.

“Great! I haven’t seen him in so long, how is he doing?” Anne got up to talk to Gemma while they cleaned up the kitchen.

Fiona just stared at her doughnut slowly, finally taking another bite. She chewed for a long time before swallowing. She finally looked over at Harry putting her doughnut down on her napkin. They were both silent when Harry finally spoke up, “She won’t tell. It’s fine.”

He reached out over the table to grab her hands but she retreated them onto her lap and looked away. That hurt him more than a kick in the balls.

“I think I’m gonna go take a shower, I’ll see you guys later.” She smiled at the family and went into her room, shutting the door quietly.

It was a bad excuse because her hair was still wet from the shower she had obviously already taken.

Anne gave Harry a longing look, as if to ask “Is she okay?”

Harry just shrugged his shoulders. He didn’t think she was mad at him, and if she was, she had no right to be. He assumed she was just embarrassed by being confronted by Anne.

Harry was disappointed by how the day had turned out. This morning it was just him and Fiona; they didn’t have a worry in the world and still had a whole day together. He loved seeing his mum, he missed her very much, but he wished she would’ve called.


Half an hour later, Chris arrived and Gemma greeted him at the door. While they were talking in the kitchen, Anne came to sit down next to her son who hadn’t spoken in a while and kept glancing at a certain closed door.

“Did I just ruin everything?” She asked quietly.

“I don’t think so.” He looked over to his mum. She put her arm around his shoulders.

“Is it serious?”

“I don’t know yet.”

“Seems so, if she’s spending every weekend with you.”

Harry sighed and rubbed his eyes.

“I feel like it is, but every time I bring it up, she changes the subject. We’ve been…” he blushed before continuing, “…together for a few months. And I know she’s not seeing anyone else and either am I but she’s just so…hard to read.” He said the last part while staring at her door again.

“You know what you have to do.” And Anne was right. He had to tell her how he felt and he needed her to do the same. He finally admitted to himself that he had feelings for her, but everything was so perfect at the moment but he didn’t want to say anything to screw it up. It frightened him how scared he was to hear what she felt towards him. He thought she liked him too, but then why wasn’t she willing to make this official?

“Harry has a little bit of a headache so he’s just gonna lay down here for a little bit.” Harry’s eyebrows rose at his mothers’ announcement. Anne gave him a subtle wink before heading over to Gemma and Chris.

“Okay, blankets are in the closets, just let Fiona know you stayed behind.”

And just like that, they were out the door.


Fiona heard a soft knock on her door.

“Come in.” She called out. The apartment was quiet so she thought everyone had left already.

Harry walked in her room shutting the door behind him, there was no one else there except for them but he still shut the door out of habit.

Fiona was reading a book but shut it as soon as she saw it was him.

“I thought you guys left?” She questioned.

He looked around her room before answering. He had only been here once, the time he helped her put together her desk, which was now covered with photos and what he assumed were work papers. He wished he had more time to look around her room and see what she was like when she was alone, but he would have to wait for another time. If there was another time.

“I stayed behind. I wanted to talk to you.”

Fiona’s heart dropped; from her experience when someone says they want to “talk” it usually wasn’t a good thing.

She patted the bed next to her, silently telling him he could take a seat.

He wandered over and plopped himself down, placing his legs up and getting comfortable.

Fiona could tell this was going to be a long talk.

“So what’s up?” She played with the pages of the book that was still in her lap.

“I…” Harry looked up and then reached over for one of her hands. She reluctantly let him take it, but her hand stayed stiff in his.

“Listen, I like you. I know we haven’t talked about it in a while, but we’ve been um hanging out for some time now and um you said we wouldn’t put titles on anything at the beginning, but its far past the beginning don’t you think?”

She held his hand but was still fidgeting with the book in her other hand.

“Well, I mean time wise, yeah I guess…” She knew what he wanted her to say, what he wanted to hear but she was so afraid to tell him.

Harry waited a little longer waiting for her to say more but when she didn’t, he spoke up again.

“Do you like me back?” He felt so dumb asking that, he was 23 and felt like he was asking his crush to be his girlfriend on the playground.

“Of course! Of course I do, it’s just… I don’t know… I’m not really great with relationships and I kind of like what we have right now.” He was glad she answered so quickly but it still wasn’t what he wanted to hear.

“But don’t you think…now hear me out…that we’re already basically already in a relationship?” He was looking at her so intensely, she had to look away.

She looked at his hand in hers; he gave her a little squeeze before continuing.

“We see each other as often as we can, we go on dates, and we talk about everything and anything we want. Isn’t that a relationship?”

She finally put the book on her bed side table before fully turning her body to look at him.

“Yea I guess but-“

“But what? You don’t want to be with me?”

“No! Of course I want to be with you, it’s just hard for me sometimes. I have had my fair share of bad relationships and if this doesn’t work out, it won’t only ruin our friendship, it would ruin mine and Gemma’s. I just think-“

He was so scared of what she would say next.

“The cons outweigh the pros.”

Ouch, that one hurt. It would’ve hurt less if she had just punched him right in the face.

She basically just told him they’re not worth it; he’s not worth it. Harry was feeling so many emotions. When he let go of her hand, she knew this wasn’t going to end well.

He rubbed his hands through his hair before looking back over to her.

“So…what? These last two months have just been a good fuck to you? A good romp on the weekend because you had nothing else to do?” Harry’s voice was calm, but she could tell he was getting mad.

Fiona had never seen Harry angry before. It was odd given the fact that he was always so happy and joking around her.

“No, of course not. I lo-I like spending time with you-“

“If you like spending time with me then why aren’t you giving me a chance? I don’t understand why this is so hard for you. Just because you’ve had your fair share of bad relationships? Don’t you know me better than that by now? I would never hurt you.” Harry interrupted. He stood up from her bed and she was afraid he would walk out.

“Explain this to me. I genuinely don’t understand how you can spend so much time with me, go out on dates with me, fuck me, but still not want to be in a relationship. We’ve been seeing each other for months. Are you saying I just wasted my time with you? By saying the ‘cons outweigh the pros’ it’s basically saying that I’m not worth it. I’m not worth your time or energy. And you know… that makes me feel like shit.” Harry paced across her room as he spoke.

Fiona hadn’t meant to make him so upset. She just wanted to hug him until he calmed down. But she knew she couldn’t.

Of course she wanted to be in a relationship with him, but she was so afraid. She had so many bad relationships in the past she didn’t want to ruin what she had with him. They always ended in heartbreak. And by them not putting a label on things it made things so much easier for her. She thought that would be enough for him too.

“Harry…I’m sorry, but that’s just who I am. I decided after college not to do relationships for a while. I felt like everything was going so well between us and putting a label on things just makes everything so complicated.” She started to stand up; she was going to walk over to him but instead stayed standing still next to her bed.

“But that’s not what I want. I want you.” He admitted.

He walked over to where she was standing and took her hands into his, lifting them up to his chest.

“I want you to be my girlfriend. I want to tell everybody about you, I want to shout if from the rooftops. I love what we have together and I feel like so genuinely happy when I’m with you.” His eyes looked so desperate, Fiona had to look away for the second time that afternoon.

“Please, give me a chance, give us a chance.” Harry was practically begging her. He was so much taller than her but in this moment she had never seen him look so small. He was frightened. Frightened about what she would say. He was freighted that these last few months meant nothing to her; frightened that she hadn’t fallen for him as hard as he had fallen for her.

She swallowed hard.

“I want to be with you but…you have to give me some time. I need to think things through; figure stuff out.”

He felt hopeful that she was willing to think about it. He leaned in to kiss her but she moved back from him, letting go off his hands.

I need time.”  She repeated.

He wasn’t sure how long she needed but at this moment he would’ve waited forever if that’s how long it took.

“I can do that, I can do time.” He said optimistically.

“I’ll call you.” Fiona shook her head at him. She hesitated before stepping towards him and pulling him in for a hug. She held him so tight, as Harry did with her. When she pulled away he knew that was his cue to leave.

And so he did.


Part Fourteen

A/N: Thank you so much for reading! Give me your thoughts on what you think will happen next! Also the spacing is a little weird from when I transferred it from Microsoft word to here.

anonymous asked:

Omg please write some angst I've been dying for some angry harry and his missus who doesn't let him off the hook easy!!

Omg, this ended up being over 1,000 words. I hope you like it.

A Little Misunderstanding

A/N: smut, angst, perceived infidelity.

It was supposed to be a low key night with Jeff and Glenne and it had ballooned. It was now a 16 person party, 13 of whom were total strangers. You were dressed and ready long before Harry and were sat on the bed waiting as he primped in the bathroom mirror. Just watching him move around aroused you. You clench your thighs at the thought.

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anonymous asked:

Dramione post-breakup AU? But happy ending please. Thank you! ❤

this is for the @slytherdornet hogwarts challenge

this is happy because they trust each other again, but it is still kind of sad in a sense? i apologize in advance, but this was the story-line that inspired me.

  • hermione granger had secretly been dating draco malfoy since the beginning of her fifth year.
  • it started before she could even comprehend it, and for once, she tried not to overthink it.
  • but as sixth year came around, draco started to become more distant.
  • this put hermione in a state of distress, especially because draco was looking so ill.
  • she looked both ways before pulling draco into a broom closet.
  • “what has gotten into you?” she whispered, “what are you hiding from me? what has your dad done to you?”
  • “he hasn’t done anything,” he told her shakily, “other than the obvious. it-it doesn’t matter what is going on.”
  • “of course it matters! i can help you, we can tell harry-”
  • “don’t mention the golden boy to me,” he spat, “i don’t want his help. if his parents could have just fought a little harder and stayed alive, this wouldn’t even be going on. it is all their fault. it is harry’s fault for not just dying.”
  • stunned at his words, hermione dropped her hand from his arm and backed away from him slowly. 
  • “you don’t mean that-” she started, but he interrupted her.
  • “i do mean it. i have meant it forever. what? just because i’m with you now doesn’t mean i can’t hate your best friend? i hate him, hermione! nothing is going to change that.”
  • “draco, this isn’t you.”
  • “oh yeah?” he challenged, “then who am i?”
  • she blinked a few times before begging, “draco, please, don’t do this-”
  • “or what?”
  • or, or, i can’t be with you anymore. i can’t be with you treating harry that way. he is my best friend.
  • she watched as his eyes turned from angry to victorious.
  • “then go,” he told her, “it’s over.”
  • she blinked away tears as she backed out of the broom closet and out into the hallway. she couldn’t believe it.
  • this wasn’t him, even when he tried to convince himself or others otherwise.
  • months passed as hermione avoided him. he was avoiding her, too.
  • it wasn’t until she figured out his plan with the vanishing cabinet that she confronted him.
  • “you could have come to me,” she told him, “it didn’t have to be this way.”
  • he was shaking from his sobs in front of the vanishing cabinet.
  • he turned around at the sound of her voice, and her heart broke as she saw the torn up look on his face.
  • “i-i didn’t tell you to protect you. he is going to kill me and everyone i care about if i don’t go through with this.”
  • “go through what, draco?” she asked softly, “what is he having you do?”
  • she watched him visibly gulp, and he closed his eyes as he told her, “he is having me kill dumbledore. if i don’t succeed, i die, and so do you and my mum.”
  • a tear slipped from her eye as she approached him. she wrapped her arms around him, and he bent down to bury his head in her neck.
  • “i didn’t mean any of it,” he told her honestly, “i don’t blame harry, i don’t hate him. i just want to, because it makes it easier. i lied to keep you safe.”
  • she closed her eyes as he pulled away from her, and he pressed his lips gently against hers.
  • she missed this feeling, she missed when it was easy.
  • “we’ll protect you,” she told him seriously, “we’ll protect dumbledore. it’s going to be okay.”
  • and for the first time in months, draco felt safe again.
The New Kid

It was Tom Riddle’s fifth year when a mysterious boy showed up at Hogwarts. He had transfered from an american school, or so he says, and was placed in Slytherin. The boy took an immediate disliking towards him and Tom couldn’t stand it. He did everything he could, from being overly kind, to outright flirting with him!

One day, Tom just snapped in the middle of the common room When the boy, Harry  Potter glared at him after he smiled. SMILED! How dare he? How dare that Potter treat me this way!?

“Potter, I swear to-” and it lasted like that for a good half hour, Harry smirking at the pacing Tom riddle as he yelled very bad choice words and the other Slytherins stared in fear. They had never seen their lord act this way towards anyone.

Interrupting tom’s sentence, Harry spoke in the language of the snakes,

*you know, you really hot when you’re angry.* Tom stopped in his tracks and turned towards Harry. Everyone was shocked! They hadn’t heard of a parseltongue in over five hundred years.

*you’re a parseltongue?* Tom asked in hisses.

*yes, tommy. I am. You’re even more hot when you speak this language…* Harry looked Tom up and down after moving forward a step to Tom. Tom bit his lip and stepped closer to Harry.

*are you flirting with me?* Tom chuckled.

*why, yes, I do believe I am…. My lord.* Harry smirked once again at the shock on Tom’s face and took a step forward. They were now nose to nose and breathing hard. The Slytherin house watched them in silence, not knowing what to do.

“Potter…” Tom whispered. Harry leaned forward and closed the gap between them. After several minutes, he pulled back and leaned towards his ear.

“Mine!” He whisper yelled before smirking and walking out.

Tom let out a breath that he didn’t know he was holding and felt his cheeks go very red.

“U-hh.. Everyone… Treat Harry as you would me… Um…” Tom stuttered out before running after Harry.

The Slythetins sat in silence before a single girl spoke up.

“That was kinda hot, though.”

Amusement parks and stolen hearts

Fandom: Harry Potter

Holy shit the title is cringe I’m so sorry

Pairing: George Weasley

Y/n is your name.

Warnings: none
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You had been best friends with the twins for as long as you could remember. This summer they had invited you to stay at their house and you’re loving it so far. Their family is so accepting and loving, they treated you like you were a part of their family. You were all talking about muggle things and you had just found out that apparently Harry and the Weasley’s had never been to a theme park.

“YOU GUYS HAVE NEVER BEEN?!”

The weasleys all turn to you. Arthur speaks up.

“We’ve never had the time.”

You and Hermione share a look and begin having your own conversation.

“Which park?”

Hermione thinks for a second

“Disney?”

You shake your head no.

“To busy… maybe torontos?? No never mind not enough rid… IVE GOT IT!”

The weasleys are now looking back in forth in between you and Hermione. Harry speaks first.

“We’re still here you know.”

You and Hermione shush him. And Hermione asks you to continue.

“Let’s take them to ohio’s cedar point! It has the best rides!”

Hermione squeals with excitement and all the weasley’s and Harry are looking at you two as if you’re both insane. You both turn to the weasley’s and you begin to speak as quick as you can.

“Pack your bags! We’re going to an amusement park!!! That includes you too Percy.”

Percy lets out a groan and the rest of the room starts talking with excitement. The twins walk over to you and George lets out a laugh.

“You’ll be stuck with us for a day.”

You laugh and smile.

“That’s the point.”

—–the next day—–

You had all decided to travel to Ohio by floo powder.

Ron had stepped out to hand the bowl of powder to everyone. Once he reached Harry he gave him a pointed look.

“You better speak clearly this time.”

Harry chuckled nervously and you and the twins laughed.

After Ron had stepped in. George turned to you and noticed how much you were moving.

“Nervous are you?”

You laughed

“No I’m excited! I get to show you all the cool rides! Oh you’ll love it!”

He gave you a smile and motioned for you to go next. You stepped in threw the powder and said.

“Dilly Daily’s Ohio pub!”

And in no time you were walking out to find that you were no longer in the burrow but you were actually in a wizard pub not to far from the amusement park.
You turned to see that everyone had arrived, you turned to them all and said

“Cedar point, here we come!”

—later on in the day—

You and the weasley’s (plus Harry and Hermione) had been at the park for about 2 hours. You had already gotten on quite a few rides and you could tell everyone was loving it.

You all were walking to the next ride, and you George and Fred were walking a bit further behind from the rest of the group. Suddenly Fred looked at you and winked. You stared at him confused when suddenly he said.

“Do you know what, I gave mum my sweets. Ill go grab them.”
And then he ran off leaving you and George behind.

‘So that’s why the cheeky bastard winked’ you thought to yourself.

Fred had found out about your feelings for George a while back. He asked who you liked and you guess your eyes lingered on George for a bit to long. You had a feeling George liked you back, you guys both were very flirty to one another. Maybe you should tell him today..

You were pulled from your thoughts when someone grabbed your hand. You looked to see that it was George and you fought back a smile.

“Thankyou for bringing us here.”
He said.

You answered him by giving his hand a squeeze.

—–later on—-

You George and Fred had decided to separate from the rest of the group. Fred had had enough, you and George had been flirting all day, and normally he can deal with it, but the flirting had never been this intense before. So finally. When George had gone to buy you guys a drink, Fred took you aside real quick.

“Just tell him.”

You stared at him wide eyed.

“Now? Like today?”

Fred rolls his eyes.

“No next year… Yes today!”

You look at him and then look at George who was now at the front off the line.

“What if it ends badly I don’t want to loose him.”

Fred grabs you by the shoulders and looks at you dead in the eye.

“Y/n I promise you, George loves you. I honestly think you should just grab him and kiss him.”

You both laughed and right before George got to you both you whispered just loud enough so that Fred would hear.

“Ok. I’ll do it today.”

Fred gets a big smile on his face and George is now standing in front of you both.

“So… where to next?”

———later on —–

It was the end of the day and the park was almost closed. You all had to meet up with the rest of the group soon so you were on your way back to the meeting spot when George decided to speak.

“Hey y/n?”

You let out a hum of acknowledgement, so George continues.

“How come you haven’t been in any of the photos today?”

You all stopped walking for a second and you turn to George.

“I didn’t even realize that. Hmmm…”
you all continue walking for a moment

You whisper lowly so only Fred hears this.

“Fred take a picture of me and George on my cue.”

He looks at you.

“What’s the cue?”

“Trust me you’ll know when”

You take your phone out and pass it to him subtly. Fred stares at you for a moment but keeps on walking.

Suddenly you stop in your tracks and turn to look at George.

“Sorry I know this is kinda crazy but I couldn’t think of another way of doing this.”

George looks at you with his eyebrows raised.

“What do you me..”

You cut him off and say

“Fred. You might wanna take a picture of this.”

Fred laughs and mutters ‘nice cue’.

You turn to George and wrap you arms around his neck and bring his lips down to yours.
At first he is tense and you can tell his arms are awkward and his eyes are wide open, but then you feel him melt into the kiss. his hands move to your hips and you pull away when you need air.

Suddenly you hear a few wolf whistles from a few strangers and Fred. You go red and George laughs and hugs you to him.

“Thank merlin you did that. I’ve been trying to do it for months but I’ve always chickened out at the last second.”

You laugh and peck him on the lips.

“Trust me, I’ve done the same.”

Fred runs up to you two and interrupts.

“Alright you love birds. Although I’m happy you’ve finally kissed. I’d rather not see an angry molly Weasley. So let’s go.”

You all let out a laugh and head to the meeting spot.

Imagine: You and Harry get into a fight and then he apologizes

Both you and Harry had been feeling kind of off from the time you woke up that morning. It was a gloomy, gray Monday and neither of you had gotten much sleep the night before because there was a loud storm and the booming thunder made it hard to fall asleep, and even harder to stay asleep. So it wasn’t a surprise that both of you were a bit snippy that morning.

“Morning,” you mumbled to Harry when you walked into the kitchen to find him buttering a piece of toast, already dressed for the day. It had become a routine since Harry had been back from tour that you would eat breakfast in the morning together before he was off to meetings and events for the day, and then you’d spend the evening and the rest of the night together. 

“Morning, have a good sleep?” The hints of a smirk creeped onto Harry’s face as he knew damn well that neither of you had a good sleep.

“Mmm, great,” you responded sarcastically. 

“Thought so. So, erm, I know we’ve been planning on this vacation next week for awhile now, but I’ve gotta be at a promo event here a couple days after we’re supposed to leave - I know, hold on,” he interrupted himself as he acknowledged the look on your face of pure annoyance with a hint of disappointment. “But you can still leave when we were supposed to and then I can meet you there when I can get away so you can be there longer,” Harry proposed.

“Are you serious, Harry? Like are you actually being serious right now?” You asked, knowing full well that he was but not wanting to believe it. “Harry why the hell would I want to be in Venice for a few days by myself? The whole point is that we weren’t able to have the honeymoon we wanted because of your schedule! This was supposed to be an ‘us’ thing, come on.” Your mouth was slightly ajar and your arms were crossed. You just couldn’t believe his ‘Harry stuff’ was getting in the way of your time together, again.

“Hey now, you know if it was up to me I’d be there with you the whole time, but I just can’t control this stuff! I don’t think it’s very fair that you’re taking it out on me.”

“Don’t even do that, Harry. Don’t even act like you’re the victim here. Why do you always freaking do this!” You started raising your voice without being able to help it as you also found yourself unable to stop yourself from saying whatever was now swirling around in your head.

“Okay, what do you mean ‘always’?” Harry asked with a stern look on his face, lips pursed.

“I mean your career always interferes with ‘us’ stuff! And you know it, Harry. It’s like sometimes I just think how much easier it would be if you weren’t this crazy famous popstar.” You couldn’t help it at all anymore, the words were just pouring out of your mouth.

“Are you kidding me Y/N. What did you want me to do, just drop my whole life once we got together? Just give up everything I’ve ever worked for for one person? Because I worked fucking hard to get where I am and I hope you know I’m not someone who would let just one person stop me from doing what I love!” He knew it wasn’t sounding the way he meant it as the words came out but it was too late now.

“Just one person,” you whispered, tears forming in your eyes. “Just one person. You’re everything to me, Harry, you’re my husband. But maybe I should rethink your significance in my life if I’m just one person to you.” Harry knew it was bad when you didn’t even yell anymore when you guys were fighting. Because it meant you weren’t just angry, you were hurt. And he hurt you bad.

“Y/N, I didn’t mean it like that I just -” “Stop, just stop. Just don’t follow me, I want to be alone right now. Have a good meeting,” you interrupted Harry as your tearful eyes locked on his wide ones. You backed away slowly and turned around to rush towards the bedroom so you could cry and not have to look at him anymore. At the guy who just said that you were “just one person”. The guy that you would do absolutely anything for. The guy who didn’t resemble just now the man you married. 

Harry was left standing in the middle of the kitchen, eyes wide and mouth slightly open, shocked. He couldn’t believe he had actually just said that to you but he was already running late for an important meeting so he finally grabbed his phone and keys and walked out the door, the sound of it closing only causing you to burst into tears. 

It was less than an hour later when the sound of the front door opening and closing momentarily pulled you out of your state of misery. You had been crying on and off since Harry left, mostly on, but you thought you’d have awhile longer to get yourself together because Harry was supposed to be gone until the evening. 

You looked up when the sound of footsteps reached the doorway, surprised when Harry pushed the bedroom door open to see his eyes slightly puffy and full of tears, his face stained from the crying he clearly had been doing. You sat up when he locked eyes with you, your own face tear-stained and eyes puffy as well. 

“Oh God, I’m so sorry,” Harry managed to say shakily, causing the tears to fall from his eyes as he walked towards the bed where you were laying. 

You were so torn between feeling so angry and sad about what he’d said earlier but also heartbroken looking at the man in front of you. You bit your lip as Harry sat on the edge of the bed furthest from you, clearly being cautious.

“I didn’t mean that at all, baby, of course you’re not just one person. You’re the only person that matters to me, the only person who could make me as happy as you do and the only person whose happiness is my number one concern even when I’m working and focused on my career. I want you to always be happy, little one, and I’m not making you happy and I’m so sorry, I’ve just been so stressed out with everything lately but that’s not any excuse.” He paused to gauge your reaction but you kept your eyes down toward the bed and sniffled when he paused. “I just love you so much, more than anyone and you are so special to me and you will never be just one person, never ever, not to anyone. And especially not to me.” He gave you a slight smile as you quickly made eye contact with him before darting your eyes away again. Harry’s smile quickly faded when he realized you still wouldn’t maintain eye contact with him. “I was thinking that if I can’t find any way to get out of the meeting next week then we should extend the vacation a few days to make up for the ones I’ll miss.” He finally stopped talking, looking at your face for any sign that you would be able to forgive him sometime soon.

“Love? Could you please look at me, I just need to know what you’re thinking. I need to know you’re okay,” he told you quietly, cautiously.

You were staring at your hands now when the tears started falling continuously. “I just don’t want to be there without you, Harry. The whole point is that we would get to be together, just us. Not your management or makeup team or the camera people or any of that, just us. But you don’t even want to be with me,” you broke off, crying too hard now to keep talking. 

“Oh baby, come here, I’m so sorry,” Harry moved closer to you on the bed and used the pads of his thumbs to wipe the falling tears from your face. “Of course I want to be with you, all the time. All the time! I just said things I shouldn’t have, things I didn’t mean, because I was tired and grumpy and I’m an idiot. But you’re my little one.” He knew that was the only thing that could help him make any progress at that point, calling you the pet name that you adored.

You finally looked up at Harry and pouted, the tears finally starting to stop falling from your eyes. 

“Hey, there’s my girl,” Harry smiled a little bit, glad you were finally looking at him again. “Love, I am honestly so, so sorry and I didn’t mean the stuff I said, I’m an idiot.”

“Yeah, you are,” you finally whispered, a small smile starting to appear on your face. That made Harry laugh, and it made you feel a little better seeming him looking not so broken anymore, even though you could still see the tear stains on his face. “Just don’t say stuff like that again because it made me feel like shit,” you admitted.

“Never ever ever ever ever ever again,” Harry drew out, but meaning every word he said. “I love you so much.” Harry kissed your cheek and you put your hand behind his head, raking your fingers through his hair to show that you forgave him.

“I love you, I guess,” you told him with a slight smile on your face, causing Harry to laugh again. “But you can come make me a hot fudge sundae now,” you offered, knowing Harry would do anything to please you right now, and the smile on his face told you the same. “Wait, don’t you have meetings all day?” You asked, suddenly remembering where Harry was supposed to be.

“Yeah, but I got out of those, said I was sick. They weren’t very important anyway. You are,” Harry smiled as he stroked your cheek.

“Yeah alright,” you laughed as you both started to get up off the bed and make your way to the kitchen so Harry could make you that sundae. 

“By the way, don’t think you can just call me your ‘little one’ and that’ll get you out of anything,” you told him as you walked past him, a smile on your face.

“Got it,” Harry laughed, following you.

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anonymous asked:

I ADORE your writing!! The way you write Harry is perfect! I was wondering if you could do a blurb where the reader and Harry get into a real bad fight and end up having really angry sex?? Thank you, love your blog!! (≧∇≦)

Hi! Thank you so much for your request and for saying you love my blog and my writing! You have no idea how much that means to me. :)
So here’s your blurb. I hope you enjoy it. xo

“Remind me again why we have to go to this party?” you asked Harry.

“Well, we don’t have to,” he replied, over enunciating the word have. “But I think it’s best if we did.”

You let out an exasperated sigh as you slipped your right shoe on and buckled the strap. You didn’t want to go to this damn party. This was your date night. The one day out of the month that Harry set aside just for you. It was supposed to be your time alone, to go out or stay in, it didn’t matter. Because of his hectic schedule, you’d missed out on last month’s date night, so you had really been looking forward to this one. Going to some glitzy Hollywood party just to hobnob with the elite and privileged was not your idea of a date.

“I just don’t understand why you didn’t tell me about it sooner,” you complained.

“It slipped my mind,” Harry said. “Besides, I wasn’t sure I wanted to go until today.”

You glared at him, wondering if he was serious. When he merely shrugged, you rolled your eyes. You loved this guy, but sometimes you didn’t understand why he was the way he was. He was overly nice to a fault. Not that he was a pushover really, but things that you fussed over or that rubbed you the wrong way just didn’t seem to phase him.

In the end, you always went along with it. If it didn’t bother Harry, it shouldn’t bother you, right? You weren’t going to be the jealous, nagging girlfriend.

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You Try To Walk Away

Harry: You had thought that the charity work you were going to do was going to make you happy, but it left you with so many doubts. Not saying that you didn’t enjoy the volunteer work that you did at the senior citizens home because you totally did, but this time you’d met this sweet old lady who made you think about your current relationship. Usually, you’d just entertain them-sing songs, dance, etc.- but this time, since there were more than enough volunteers you were a little more personal in your duties. You’d spent the majority of the time playing different card games with a couple of elderly ladies. They shared so many stories from back in the day and you were thoroughly enjoying yourself. That was, until she started talking about her deceased husband and love in general. “I miss him so much,” she’d started off, “but, I’m grateful for the time that I had with him. It’s so sad about all these young folk these days. They won’t get to have a love like that. We never used to consider divorce. It was shameful if you did have to get one. So, you put up with your mate, because that’s what love is.” It had warmed your heart and made you immediately think of Harry. You wanted a long lasting love like that with him, but it was the next part she said that really made you think. “Listen here, Y/N. Love ain’t like what many of you young ones think it is. You all are so selfish. Don’t give a damn about anyone, but yourself. You can’t live like that. True love is when you put your lover ahead of yourself. You should sense that your love, loves you more than hisself. And, he should sense that you love him more than you love yourself. If that’s not the case, then that’s not true love.” At the time, you had nodded and smiled along, but that night when you got home you really thought about it and you weren’t so sure about the two of you anymore. Harry was away on business, as per usual, discussing plans for the tour, but you two did have good communication so instead of letting this get into your head, you called him. “Hey, love,” he chirped. “Hey, you got a second? I wanna talk about something.” “Yeah, we just got out of our last meeting for the day, what’s going on?” “Well, I was at the nursing home yesterday and I was talking to one of the old ladies-” “Ms. Jenny?” he interrupted. You smiled, you didn’t think that he’d remember her name. You’d only mentioned her to him once or twice; it kind of made you feel bad that you were calling for the reason that you were. “Yeah, Ms. Jenny. Anyway, we were talking and she told me about her former husband and some stuff about love.” “What did she tell you?” He was genuinely interested in what you were saying and you felt like such an ass, at the moment. Here you were doubting the depth of your affection for him, and he was being lovely and caring and you weren’t sure if you wanted to continue the conversation, but you couldn’t stop now. “She told me that love isn’t selfish. That you should put your lover before yourself. And, she told me that with true love you should be able to, like, sense that the person you’re with loves you more than yourself.” “That’s really sweet, but why is that a problem?” “Because, Harry, I was just thinking about us with that. And, I mean I don’t think I’m there yet. Like, I can barely stand myself how am I supposed to love a person, much less to that degree.” “We’re still young, Y/N. We don’t have to worry about that.” He was putting off your serious concerns and it made you wonder if he was ever going to feel that way about you. “I know that I’m young, that we’re young, but I don’t want to be in a relationship that has no future.” “Are you saying that we don’t have a future?” “I’m saying that I don’t know. I don’t know what to do about us. I tell you that I love you, but now I feel like we’re not truly in love.” You heard him sigh over the line. “You’re making me sad and angry and frustrated because I do love you, maybe not to that extent, but I do. I know I do, and now you’re telling me that you don’t love me anymore. If you’re calling to break up with me over some bullshit that some old lady told you, then you could’ve just said so instead of beating around the bush.” You heard him hit something. The steering wheel you presume. “Calm down, Harry, Jesus. I didn’t say that I was breaking up with you.” “You just said you didn’t think you were truly in love with me,” he interrupted again. “I was just saying that there’s a difference between love and infatuation and I’m not quite sure which one this is.” “That kind of love doesn’t just happen overnight, Y/N. We’ve only been dating for a year. They were probably married for over 50. Don’t try to walk away from me. I haven’t had my 50 years, yet.” You grinned and felt your heart swell with his words. You were going to love truly falling in love with him. “Duly noted. I’ll leave you alone now. I love you.” “Love you too. Tell Ms. Jenny I said hi.”

Liam: A note. You’d left him a note right before you fled last night. Albeit a bit coded, but you felt it said everything you couldn’t. It was a split second decision really. You had let all your insecurities pounce on you at once. It was the fans. It was your friends. It was your family. But, the most damage came from within you. Yeah, the fans always came up with some sort of bullshit rumors, but you were used to that. Sure, your friends were a bit annoyed that you spent most of your time with Liam, but he was your boyfriend and they knew his situation. And, of course, your parents had something to say about it. This was your first serious relationship, honestly, and sometimes they’d like to think that while he was off overseas he did things that should only be done with you, but you trusted liam and you’d always assured them of that. So, what exactly was it that made you pack up a bag and leave frantically in the middle of the night? It was the fact that you felt like you were no good for him. You two were supposed to be influenced by each other, to make each other better people, yet you were still the same clumsy, recluse you were at the start of the relationship. Liam could do so much better than you and he deserved the world and so you left. You had come home from work that evening with everything that happened the night prior fresh on your mind. Leaving him was stupid; you were stupid for leaving him. You should’ve just talked to him about it. You began to imagine living a life without Liam and started crying. You could feel the panic attack building up inside you, the same one that caused you to leave the night before. Immediately, you went to the kitchen to try to find some food to console you. However, upon entering you found Liam, sitting at your table, eating a bowl of cereal, and you immediately stiffened resembling a deer caught in headlights. “Hey babe,” he said nonchalantly once you entered the kitchen, bringing the fork to his mouth. You didn’t know what to say or how to approach the situation and so you stayed silent, watching him eat cereal with a fork. “I was wondering about this note you left me. The hell does ‘iron sharpens iron’ mean?” You opened your mouth to say something, but only more tears streamed down your face causing Liam to wrap his arms around you, pulling you onto his lap. He held onto you and you clung to him as if your life depended on it, releasing every doubt, fear, and worry you had bottled up. Once you’d calmed down, you gave him the explanation he deserved. “I am not good for you. When you’re in a relationship you’re supposed to make each other better, and I’m still that same clumsy, graceless, weird girl I was when we first started dating, and then like I look at the other girls you’ve dated and-” you weren’t done talking, but he cut you off probably already knowing the path you were going to travel down. “Yes, you are all those things. You’re clumsy and graceless and I swear you get weirder everyday, and I love that about you. Thats the girl that I fell in love with. I wouldn’t want you any other way. And, maybe that’s the reason that it didn’t work out with them other girls, ya know?” You nodded and hugged him close. That was the reason you loved him so much and this time you were sure that you wouldn’t leave so easily. “But, if you try to leave me again, I’m gonna find you, lock you in one of these closets, and then set your flat on fire,” you laughed and kissed him and you were alright with that because it wasn’t going to happen again.

Louis: You were about 87% done with him. You thought that you’d be able to save your relationship, but at this point, you were convinced that it couldn’t be done. For the first year or so you two had gotten on swimmingly, but then you found that you and your sassy blue-eyed lover had fallen into something like a rut. It’d been going on for a couple months now. More often than not you and Louis were fighting. Most of them petty arguments, something both of you did, you were sure, just to piss each other off. You two often found yourselves getting bored with each other resulting in you taking on more with your job, leaving you stressed, and he taking on extra side projects in his music career. You two lived in the same flat, slept in the same freaking bed, but saw each other, when both were conscious, four maybe five times a week. Quite frankly, you didn’t understand the point in even being with him, anymore. Some things just weren’t meant to be and although you loved Louis more than life, it just didn’t seem worth it anymore. He only had a couple more weeks until he had to go on tour and then what? Would he even call you on the phone? Schedule a FaceTime or Skype? What would you even say? As all these thoughts flooded your brain, you heard the door open and knew it was Louis. You walked into the living room where he was taking off his coat and shoes and stared at him, leaning against the doorway. You figured you might as well tell him all you thought now, it certainly couldn’t make your relationship worse than what it was now. “What?” he said harshly not even looking at you. You continued to stare at him. “Why are you staring at me?” You blinked as he turned to you. “Bloody hell, I can’t even walk in the door without doing something wrong,” he rambled pushing past you into the kitchen. You knew that he’d make this whole thing bigger than what it actually was. A feisty one he is, always ready for a fight. In reality, he just made your decision that much clearer, so you just blurted it out. “I think we should break up.” He paused his rummaging through the fridge and turned to look at you. “Huh?” he replied, at a loss for words, and much less hostile than he was when he walked into the room. “We should break up,” you reiterated. “Why?” “Don’t act like you don’t know why Louis. I’m not a relationship expert, but I know for a fact that it’s not supposed to be like this. We’re always at each other’s throats. I looked at you as you came in and you were about to snap at me. I see you like three times a week, and you’re not even working right now. I really don’t remember the last time we had a proper conversation. It’s been like this for way too long and I’m miserable.” He looked at you cautiously. “That doesn’t mean we have to break up, though,” he reasoned. “Look me in the eye, and tell me that you’re happy like this. How are we supposed to make this work when we don’t even see each other enough to try to make this better? Louis, I don’t even remember the last time you told me that you loved me that wasn’t provoked by sex.” He opened his mouth to object, but really there was nothing to say. Instead, he walked around the island to where you were and wrapped his arms around you. And, god it felt so good to be held like that by him that all thoughts of leaving him flew out of your brain at once. You began to cry into his chest. “What happened to us Lou?” you said, sobs wracking your entire body. He squeezed you tighter and you swear you felt tears dropping on you, too. He kissed your hair. “I’m so sorry, babe. I really am. Don’t leave me. We’re gonna be ok.” And, so you let him hold you and whisper sweet nothing’s inside your ear.

Zayn: “Who was that on the phone?” you whisper-asked Zayn. “Don’t worry about it, babe,” he dismissed you, turning his attention back to the movie. You two had decided to catch a late night showing of this movie he had been dying to see, and yet he just spent like 15 minutes on the phone talking to god knows who, during the most intense part of the movie. The only person who he should answer a phone call from in the middle of a movie was you or his mom. He’d been doing that for a couple weeks, though. You two would be doing something and then he would “have to take a call” and he never told you who it was. But, you knew something was up if it was just anyone he wouldn’t be sneaking around and wouldn’t be so secretive about who it was. You were going to get to the bottom of it. On the drive home, you decided to give Zayn a bit of the cold shoulder. He was all hyped up from the movie, talking about how sick it was, but you only responded to him with a series of barely perceptible nods and a couple “mhm’s.” As you turned the corner onto his street, you could tell that he knew something was up with you. “Are you coming in?” he hesitantly asked as you pulled up in front of his flat. “Would you like me to come in?” “Yeah?” he almost asked in reply. You got out of your car and followed him into his flat. As soon as you got in, you went straight to the couch and turned on the TV. Zayn sat beside you and cautiously put his arm around you, to which you shrugged off. “Ok, what’s wrong?” he asked, done trying to let you get over what was wrong with you. You shrugged your shoulders and flicked through the television finally settling on a channel, but he turned the TV off and nudged your head with his. “Come on, talk to me, pyaar.” “Oh, no. Don’t try to be sweet to me when I’m mad at you.” You scooted away from him. “What did I do?” “Who were you on the phone with?” you quickly countered. “Is this seriously what this is all about? Who I was talking to on the phone? Quite frankly that’s none of your business, Y/N.” “It is my business. If the same person calls you every time that we’re out and you act like you can’t answer the call in front of me then it must involve me in some way. What are you hiding?” “You’re overreacting. It’s not that big of a deal.” “It’s been happening for weeks, Zayn. And, I’m not overreacting. I know it’s the same person because you come back with the same stupid grin on your face. If it’s not that big of a deal, then tell me.” He got this real frustrated look on his face, and you knew he wasn’t going to tell you willingly and decided an ultimatum was in order. “Tell me who it is or I’m leaving.” “Babe, don’t be like that. It isn’t that bloody serious!” he raised his voice. “Are you cheating on me?” you decided to ask. “Don’t be daft.” “Then, tell me.” He opened his mouth to say something, but closed it instead. “Right, ok then.” You grabbed your purse and keys and walked out of his house. “Wait!” he called from behind you, but you didn’t stop. He caught up to you, grabbed your wrist, and spun you around to face him. “Who. keeps. calling. you?” He paused. “Either you answer or I’m leaving and I won’t be coming back. After what happened last time you said we wouldn’t keep things from each other. This IS me giving you a second chance. Don’t forget that. I won’t be walked all over again, Zayn.” He sighed and rubbed his hands down his face. “It’s been, uh, it’s been Perrie.” “Perrie, as in, ¼ of Little Mix, as in, your ex fiancé?” “Yeah.” You blinked up at him and started opening up the door of your car to get in. “No, wait! Pyaar, please.” “You’re sneaking around my back talking to your ex and you expect me to be ok with it?” “See, this is why I didn’t want to tell you. You’re making this more than what it is. All we did was talk. Is it wrong for me to be friends with an ex?” “No, it’s not. I’m still friends with some of my exes, but when you’re going behind my back taking her phone calls, no matter what, it’s suspicious.” He hugged you trying to lessen your anger, which admittedly helped his case just a bit. You really didn’t have a problem with them being friends with her, but it was unacceptable to have a friendship behind your back. He pulled back after a minute or so of hugging you with no response. He pressed his forehead against yours. “Are you going to leave me?” he asked lips in a full pout and you couldn’t resist kissing him for a few seconds. “The relationship? No. For the night? Yes.” He let out a little whine. “But, I want you to stay the night.” “Consider this punishment. You can take this night to think about what you’ve done. Next time you see me, I expect flowers and candy.” You gave him another swift kiss before actually getting inside your car, preparing to leave to your flat for the night. “But, jaan…” he whined again. “Don’t 'jaan’ me,” you said before finally driving away, leaving him pouting standing in his pathway.

Niall: You were far too sweet and far too fragile to live this life. You don’t know why you convinced yourself that you could handle it. You cared too much about other people’s opinions and ever since you started to date Niall your anxiety tripled. Everyone was always expecting things out of you. Your privacy was practically nonexistent. You didn’t even have to be anywhere near Niall to have a sense of someone watching you or hearing the click of a camera indicating that someone was taking photos of you. It’d only been about 3 months and you weren’t sure if you could keep it up. Sure, you could deal with it as long as Niall was here, but that’s the thing. Niall wasn’t always going to be there. In fact, he was about to launch ANOTHER world tour and all you were left to do was sit and wait and get hate. That wasn’t part of the plan. You pulled out your phone, in your completely overwhelmed state, and dialed Niall’s number. He picked up after a few rings. “Hey babe. What’s the craic?” You cringed at how casual he sounded, and you hated how you were about to break his spirits. But, it had to be done. “Um, can you c-come over after work?” you sniffled out. “Are you crying? What’s wrong?” he questioned knowing something was up. “Niall, please. Can you come over after work?” “Uh, yeah, sure,” You were pacing around your flat in the hour and a half before Niall came suffocating yourself with your thoughts, so that when he finally came you could get it all over with, quick and easy like ripping off a bandaid. “Y/N?” he called out announcing his arrival, not noticing that you were already sitting on the couch a little past the door. “Oh, hey what’s up? Were you crying on the phone earlier?” “Quick and easy like a bandaid,” you thought to yourself. “I can’t be with you anymore, Niall,” you said picking at your nails while he was hanging up his jacket, not fully taking in what you said. “What?” he said nonchalantly sitting by your side. “I can’t be with you anymore,” you said looking him timidly in the eyes. And, he laughed. You were taken aback by his lack of concern. “Shut up,” he breathed out through his laughter, then got up, went into your kitchen, and started perusing your fridge. “I’m serious,” you stated firmly, starting to get angry. “No, you’re not. I know exactly what’s wrong, now. You saw that stupid article didn’t you?” You turned your head away from him but nodded sheepishly while he sipped his beer. “You just need to stop listening to and reading all that bullshit. It’s always going to be around. You think if you leave me it’s going to stop? If anything it’ll get worse, you know? At least for the first couple months, but they’ll always talk about you. Just because you’ve been with me and I know it sucks, but it’s the truth.” “You’re about to embark on an entire world and I’m just supposed to deal with this all by myself? Niall, I can’t do that. I’m not strong enough for that.” He set his drink down and pulled you into his side. “Princess, you won’t have to deal with it alone. I’m always a phone call or text message away. I may not always be able to answer right away, but I will answer. Besides your internship ends around what? May? You can come kick it with us on tour. You’re never alone. Now, shut up, stop talking crazy, and make me a sandwich.”

anonymous asked:

A blurb about Harry and his gf driving around and people following him & getting irritated ask? I remember seeing something like that, and I would like to see that in a blurb. I love your writing by the way! :)

this got wayyy super sappy, prepare to wade through some fluff. And thank you so so much bb <3

also yes this is somewhat based on what happened with that girl in the vine a little while ago, but I made no effort to write this blurb exactly as that happened. jus’ sayin :)

You noticed the car following you before Harry did. After the third turn that Harry made in which you looked in the rearview mirror to see that little silver grey car tailing behind you, you figured it out. You bit your lip, holding a little tighter to Harry’s hand that was splayed over your knee from across the console of the car while he drove. He looked over at you and gave you a sweet, genuine smile, and you resolved right there not to bring it up. Harry loved his hometown, he loved England and it would always be his home, but here in LA he seemed to flourish. He fit right in among the hustle and bustle and the vibrant populace, and you knew it was always a big breath of fresh air for him when he landed in LAX. He had told you how happy he was to have you here with him this time, how much he was looking forward to showing you around and introducing you to new people and new sights and new food to share in bed together. You were just on your way back home from a day out shopping and driving around and meeting friends for lunch, and you would’ve rather lost a limb than do anything to shatter his good spirits. Glancing in the mirror to see that small four door still behind you a few cars back, you crossed your fingers that he wouldn’t notice it.

But there was to be no such luck.

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SNS Secret Santa: “Dragon Riders”

Here’s my Secret Santa gift for @georgeyani, with the theme of “Game of Thrones”! Mildly NSFW. Blatant geek ranting which may be coming from me, not Sasuke, *cough*. Enjoy!!

“Dragon Riders”

It was their weekly Game of Thrones night, an important tradition they’d established years ago and one that had been fiercely protected by Sasuke, lest Naruto replace it with one of his aggravating sitcoms. His boyfriend didn’t have the greatest taste in TV shows or movies, that was for sure- it was lucky he had other skills to make up for it.

“This is ridiculous,” Sasuke muttered, arms folded across his chest, leaning heavily on the couch cushions. “Why are we even watching this anymore?” In Sasuke’s opinion, his favourite show had taken a huge turn for the worst this season, and he was very, very angry.

“Because it’s awesome!” Naruto declared, shoving another handful of popcorn into his mouth and grinning. “Look how big the dragons have gotten this season!” Oh yes, all that flashy stuff was all he cared about.

Sasuke pouted. “Big deal,” he retorted. “It’s all wrong!! I don’t know what the writers were thinking!” They’d made so many changes this season, he had no idea how they were going to get themselves out of this mess.

Naruto’s grin widened and he slid over on the couch, draping his arm over Sasuke’s shoulder. “Oh, wait, are you gonna go on another geek rant? I love when you do that! Hang on, let me just pause the TV-”

“It’s wrong!” Sasuke scowled, trying to shrug Naruto off; this was not the time! “None of this stuff even happened in the books, I don’t understand why the hell Sansa is marrying that guy-”

“Yeah, that’s pretty sucky,” Naruto interrupted, wrinkling his nose and ruffling Sasuke’s hair. “He’s awful. Poor thing, but, you have to admit it was-”

“No!!” Sasuke interjected, ducking his head away from Naruto’s hand. “She’s not meant to be there!! And where on earth is Harry the Heir, because-”

“Aww,” Naruto said, reaching out and poking his cheek. “You are so cute when you’re angry about this nerdy stuff!”

Sasuke growled under his breath. Cute?! Well, forgive him for caring about accuracy. All the writers had to do was read the damn books and follow the rules. “That’s enough for tonight,” he said, switching off the TV. He was just too annoyed!

“Oh, is it bedtime?” Naruto asked, his eyes brightening, running his hand down Sasuke’s face to his neck and down his shoulder. “That sounds nice-”

Sasuke slammed the remote down on the table and stood up. “I’m so angry!!” he exclaimed. “I can’t believe this shit!”

“Good, get mad,” Naruto said, standing up as well and wrapping his arms around Sasuke from behind. “Get really mad, kitten. God, I love it when you get vicious-”

“Even I could have done a better job of this show,” Sasuke said with a scowl, storming off to their bedroom and dragging Naruto behinds him. “Ugh, I don’t even care anymore, they can do what they want-”

“And we can do what we want,” Naruto purred, nipping Sasuke’s ear and slipping his hands under his shirt when Sasuke paused to open their bedroom door.

“Distract me,” Sasuke said to Naruto. “I’m so mad!”

“Oh, I’m gonna distract you, alright!” Naruto declared, smirking and running his hands down to Sasuke’s thighs. “Let’s play dragon riders! I’ll be the dragon, and you-”

“Anything’s better than watching that!!” Sasuke shrieked, ignoring the way Naruto’s face lit up at that.

Yes, that was enough of all that unpleasantness for one night; and who the hell cared anyway?! It was just a TV show. He had his build blonde boyfriend eager to distract him, and really, wasn’t that so much better??

…well, he might be mad about it all again, in the morning.

Are You Cheating On Me? - Harry Preference (Part 1)

You were humming to yourself quietly as you cooked dinner, chopping the vegetables, boiling the pasta as you awaited Harry to get home. You were about to call him when your phone vibrated, indicating that you got a text.

You smiled thinking it was Harry, but it faltered when his name failed to appear on the screen. You opened up the text and your smile grew at the content.

07 XXX XXX XXX– OH MY GOODNESS Y/N I WAS GOING THROUGH MY CONTACTS AND I FOUND YOUR NAME, THIS IS MY NEW NUMBERRRRRRRR. Danny xo

Danny. Your amazing friend from college who you hadn’t been in contact with since the day you left finally texted you after a year, the smile on your face was inevitable. You sent a quick reply before saving his number and finishing dinner, promising you’d call him after.

———————-

An hour later you were done, you flopped down onto the sofa and pulled out your phone not even trying to fight the smile that made its way on your face.

RING RING. RING RING.

“Y/N!” a deep voice screamed from the other side of your phone causing you to rip it away from your ear at an arm’s length. You laughed at his reaction before squealing into the phone. “DANYYYYYY! I missed you so frickin much!” you said in excitement. “So have I Y/N! I lost my phone on the day of that party and then yeah…I got all of our old mates numbers off Y/F/N” he mumbled in embarrassment.

“Mate, you had Facebook, Twitter, Insta, everythinggggg” you whined, not accepting his poor excuse of not contacting you. “Babe. I tried contacting you so much but you instantly auditioned for BGT and got insanely famous, and now you’re dating the Harry Styles, so…how could I have contacted you?” he questioned defensively with a hint of  jokiness in his voice as the two of you laughed it off. “Whatever Danny” you submissively mumbled.

———————-

The two of you talked for god knows how long and you finally put the phone down, sighing in relief, unable to wipe the grin off your face. You stood up off the sofa and turned around to meet a very angry Harry, and because you were so happy, you failed to see his emotions as you walked over to him and gave him a peck on the lips.

“Hey babe, how are you?” you asked joyfully as you walked into the kitchen, Harry following your trial with speed. “Who was that?” he asked through gritted teeth. “Who?” you asked back before it clicked. “Oh thattttt, that was Danny, my college mate” you said cheerfully.

“How come I’ve never heard of this ‘Danny’ then?” he questioned as he raised his hands and quoted Danny’s name, his green eyes piercing yours. “Relax Harry, it’s no big deal, we lost contact after college and finally got in touch today” you said quite annoyed at the fact that he wouldn’t drop the topic.

“Oh. Okay” he said bluntly as he dismissed the topic, still a hint of suspicion in his eyes. “Now come on babe, let’s eat?” you asked hoping the awkwardness was gone and he just nodded as you began to warm up the food.

Halfway through eating, your phone went off again and you absentmindedly opened the text to find it was Danny. Rather than eating your food, you began to message him, completely oblivious to Harry’s fuming expression on the other end of the table.

You laughed at a hilarious text Danny had sent you and that’s when Harry lost it. “For fucks sake Y/N” he grumbled, his fists banging on the table as he stood up, causing the table to shake ever so slightly.

You looked up at him innocently as you mumbled a quick term of acknowledgement before returning to text Danny. Harry marched over to you and ripped your phone out of your hand, throwing it across the kitchen.

“HARRY! WHAT THE FUCK, WHY DID YOU DO THAT?” you yelled as you stared at your phone which now had an ugly crack along the screen. “Well maybe if my girlfriend paid attention to me then I would have been fine!” he yelled, anger racing through his blood.

“Harry? Are you jealous” you asked as you laughed slightly and this only seemed to anger him even more as his fists balled up tighter than ever. “Harry why are you getting so pissed for, he’s just a friend!” you said as anger began to course through your veins.

“A friend. A friend?” he said, repeating it louder and in a more disgusted tone the second time. “Yes a friend! You have nothing to be afraid of!”

“Afraid? I’m not afraid of some little shit trying to steal my girl!” he shouted at you, eyes raging with fury. “HARRY. HE’S NOT TRYING TO STEAL ME OR DO ANYTHING, WHY DON’T YOU STOP BEING A JEALOUS FUCKTARD” you yelled, equally angry.

‘WELL STOP BEING SUCH A WHORE THEN!” he yelled. His hand instantly clamped over his mouth as his words spewed out, leaving you shocked and in pain.

“Babe I’m so sorry I didn-“ “Get out Harry” you said, interrupting his aplology as you stepped away from him.

“No babe, pelase just let me-“ “Harry, get out” you said picking up your phone from the other side of the room before storming off to the bedroom, slamming it shut as you lay down face first onto the bed.

Moments later, you heard a slam confirming that Harry had left the house and you let your tears fall, soaking your duvet as you silently cried, Harry’s stinging words circulating in your mind and aching like a knife through your heart.

   - Part 2

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(A/N: I dunno, it’s different from my other imagines… you like? 10 notes for part 2!!! xx)

10 ~ Gender Predictions

Pregnancy Series Here

Niall (your pov) ~ “I’m betting on a boy,” Denise said, bouncing their baby girl, Evie, on her knee. You and Niall had flown in to visit for her first birthday. Maura, Niall’s mother, was missing – of course. Niall had lost contact with her after your wedding. She absolutely despised you, for reasons unknown. Although you felt sorry for Niall, you were happy he loved you so much that he would choose your over his mother.

“What, why?” Niall asked, holding his arms out for his niece. Denise passed Evie to him, and he sat back happily, making silly faces to occupy the one year old.

“Look at her hair!” She exclaimed. She was now standing behind you and twisting your soft, shiny hair around her fingers. “It’s so beautiful.”

“Her hair looks the same,” Greg laughed.

“No, it’s so soft now. And I’m so jealous,” Denise whined. She turned to Greg, “Remember my hair when I was pregnant with Theo, how nice it was?” He nodded, and smiled, pulling his boy closer.

“But I want a girl,” Niall sighed, making a sad face at the birthday girl.

“I think it’s a boy, too,” You said, rubbing his shoulder. “Sorry, Ni.”

“I hope it’s a boy!” Theo exclaimed, clapping his still-chubby hands. “Girls are stupid and yucky!”

“Theo!”

Zayn (your pov) ~ You were sitting on the couch watching some movie, a bucket beside you, when the doorbell rang. You paused the tv and ran to the front door and looked through the peep hole. Niall’s wife was outside completely wrapped in winter clothing. You quickly opened the door, laughing, and pulled her into the warmth of your house.

“What are you doing here?” You asked as you hung up her coat.

“I was in the area. How are you feeling? Niall said that Zayn said that you were sick a lot,” She began, and hugged you around her 32 week baby bump.

“I’m constantly over the toilet. It’s so frustrating.” You said, bringing her into the kitchen and turning on the kettle. “I thought nausea was supposed to stop after the first trimester?”

“It did for me. You’re what- 15 weeks now?” She sat at the kitchen table, rubbing the base of her stomach over her flowing coral dress. You slid her a mug of tea and a cookie Zayn brought home from some fans the other day to her, and sat down adjacent to her.

“Eighteen,” you nodded, smiling. Looking at her, you felt extremely self conscious. There she was, near the end of her pregnancy, all put together and looking beautiful. And there you were, with pimples all over your face, dressed in pajama pants and a t-shirt, and your greasy hair in a ponytail.

“Niall’s sister-in-law and I were talking about how to predict genders and stuff before we found out, and I think I remember morning sickness as a sign of a girl.” She smiled, making her eyebrows dance.

“Really? I just always had this inkling it was a boy, but If that’s true-”

“You could be having a girl!”


Liam (your pov) ~ “What are you thinking about?” You asked Liam, walking up behind him and wrapping your arms around his torso. You were getting ready for bed when you realized you left the TV on, and on the way back to your bedroom, you found Liam standing in the doorway of the room you planned to use as the nursery. It was the small room connected to your bedroom, with white paneling up the walls and the far wall covered with windows. 

“Not much,” He answered. He rubbed your forearms, and kissed your hand. You rested your chin on his back and smiled into the fabric of his t-shirt.

“What are you thinking about?” You repeated. You watched him move his head to scan the empty room. The only thing occupying it now was a white crib the two of you had put together a few weeks ago. You were still waiting for a baby. Jean, your social worker, said you were quickly moving up on the waiting list, and it could be any day now.

“What color would look best on the walls,” He finally answered.

“I’m hoping for a purple, or a light green with flowers.” You said. You unwrapped your arms from him and walked into the large, bare room. He smiled at you with that twinkle in his eyes he has. “See, we could put the changing table here, and over here-”

“A girl?” Liam interrupted your planning. You spun on your heel, expecting him to be angry or upset, but he only had a big grin on his face. He began walking towards you, saying, “Our princess, our little lady bug. I wouldn’t want anything more.”

Harry (your pov) ~ “How do you know it’s a girl?” Gemma sneered with a short snort. She looked down to Felix, who was fast asleep in a bouncer chair on the floor besides the table. David was on a short business trip, and she, Felix, and Anne were staying with you and Harry for a few days.

“I just have a feeling,” He replied confidently, smirking. You hit his arm lightly with the back of you hand lightly, chuckling.

“Well, it could be a boy. You said she was really clumsy, and that means boy.” Gemma argued. You were giggling at the friendly bickering between the siblings when Anne came in with dinner. You all took a spoonful of the homemade mac-and-cheese and plopped them on your plates.

“What are you all fighting about?” Anne asked. Gemma looked to Harry, rolling her eyes with her lips pursed.

“She thinks the bean is a boy, and he thinks the bean is a girl,” you answered, earning a laugh from Anne. Gemma and Harry quickly fell into argument again.

“Stop, stop, stop.” Anne interrupted, shaking her head in disapproval. “If you would calm down, I could tell you there are some old wives tales that can be used to predict the gender.”

You all nodded excitedly, and Harry stood up. “Just you watch,” He said, pointing to Gemma in a competitive manner. Anne led you all into the living room with 5 month old Felix still asleep in her arms. She handed the baby to Harry and slipped his wedding ring off. She instructed you to lie on the floor, your little baby bump sticking up, and plucked one of your hairs out of your head.

“Ow,” You complained.

“Oh, shush. I did this when I was pregnant with the two of you, but it predicted a girl both times, so its pretty accurate.” She laughed, earning a scoff from Gemma, a giggle from you, and a ‘hey’ from Harry. She tied your strand of hair to his wedding band, “So, when I put this over her belly, if it swings back and forth it means its a boy, and if it goes in a circle it means its a girl. Got it?” She kneeled down beside you and lifted up your shirt.

“Ready?” She asked, hovering the ring above your belly button. All eyes were on you, waiting anxiously for the answer. Suddenly, it began moving back and forth in a straight line. “A boy!”

“See! Ha! What’s up, son?” Gemma celebrated, rubbing her correct guessing in your husband’s face. Anne grabbed you hand and helped you to your feet.

“I don’t care. I still think it’s a girl.” He said, sticking his tongue out like a child.

Louis (your pov) ~ “What’s happening, hot stuff?” Louis asked, dimming his laptop screen. Family Guy was playing on the TV, muted, and he was sprawled out on the chaise in your living room.

“Oh, shut up.” You scolded, falling backwards on the couch. You sighed heavily, and un-muted the tv. “I need chocolate.”

“There’s some in the kitchen.” You shook your head, and rolled over so you were on your side.

“No, I ate it last night. Remember? It was like, 2 in the morning,” You told him, sitting back up.

“Are you asking me to go buy you some?” You nodded. “Fine, but can you pick up my key first?” You  looked to where he was pointing, his house key 2 meters away from him on the floor. You looked at him with disbelief: your eyes wide, your eyebrows raised, and your mouth open. He nodded, pointing again.

“Absolutely not, asshole.” You said, shaking your head.

“No chocolate, then.” He warned. You instantly began to attempt to stand up, struggling for a few moments before you were successfully on your feet. The twins were growing rapidly, and your stomach was huge.

“Those pants make your ass look amazing,” Louis said, pulling at your blue plaid pajama pants. You smacked away his hand, glaring at him. You crouched down, picked the single key, and once again struggled to put yourself in an upright position.

“Ah ha! You picked it up by the round side!” He laughed, placing his hands on your tummy.

“What the hell is going on with you?” You asked, throwing the key at his chest.

“The internet said if you pick the key up by the round part, the baby is a boy. But if you had picked it up by the thin part, it would’ve been a girl. So at least one of the babies is a boy.” He continued smiling, the skin around his eyes crinkling in happiness.

“Are you trying to annoy me?” You smirked, rolling your eyes at him,

“A bit,” He answered, laughing.

“Now how about that chocolate?”

Till the End of Time: 12 Days of Christmas, Day 10 - All I want for Christmas is you.

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Harry was sat at the foot of the couch of his childhood home smiling down at Adie as she ripped the wrapping off of the first present. Spencer was sat stood next to him as he rested on his dad’s shoulder. This was his third Christmas but you were still yet to see him wake up Christmas morning and be as excited as what his sister was.

Spence had wanted to sit on your lap when you first arrived downstairs with the rest of the family to start opening the presents but Paisley wanted all of your attention so he had to settle for Harry. Paisley was the only one of your children that had decided to fall back to sleep, her six month old body pressed against the warmth of your chest.

“You want to open a present Spence?” Harry had a small red wrapped package in his hand and he held it out to his little boy almost coaxing him into getting excited about a holiday that’s supposed to be joyful.

You chuckled lightly as Spence wordlessly took the present and handed his bottle of juice over to his father to hold. The present he had in his hand was only small but you knew him well, he was a lot like Harry and you both knew what he held in his hands would at least put a small on his face.

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