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Snog Me Senseless 2

A/N:  Snog Me Senseless was supposed to be a one shot, but then I got more requests for a part 2.  So I combined SMS part 2 with this request.  I can picture parts 3 and 4 already, but only if people really want them.  Let me know what you think please!  I’m not going to mark this as NSFW, but it is sweetly smutty in its own way.  

As always, a HUGE thank you to my betas, @little-black-dress-24,  @niallandharrymakemestrong and @emulateharry.  I consider myself blessed every day to have landed in this supportive community of writers. Next time for sure, @melissas173!!!

You sigh as Harry’s lips gently part yours, and your hands reach to wrap around his neck, pulling his mouth closer to yours as you slide your tongue along his. He’s wrapped his left arm around your waist, and he’s leaning into you, using his slight height advantage to bend your head back as he deepens the kiss. Your emotions are swirling.  

It had only been a week since the frat party where you first learned to snog, and you had been practicing every day since with Harry.  Whereas his tongue had felt foreign inside your mouth the first time, you now relished the times when he kissed you like this, breathing through your respective noses to prolong the amount of time you could stay attached to each other.  It was nearly lunchtime, and Harry’s stomach was growling.  You hear the rumble and giggle a bit as you manage to move the gum he’s been chewing into your mouth as you end the kiss.  

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If I don’t have you (there’ll be nothing left) 

by SadaVeniren (28k)

Published : 2017-02-20

“What is his problem?” Louis demanded as he stalked around Niall and Ed’s kitchen. They were gonna have a pow-wow and figure out what was going on with Harry.

“Maybe he can’t pop a knot?” Niall suggested.

“Ew,” Liam said.

“Doubtful,” Louis said. “He seemed perfectly fine up until his friend pulled him off of me. Also I may have called him a knothead earlier in the night and he didn’t make a single comment to me about it.”

AKA Louis thought after meeting Harry at a party everything would fall into place. If only life worked out that nicely.

Explicit, Chaptered

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Frat Boy Pt 2 - Harry Styles One Shot

part 1

It’s finally here! Part 1 isn’t absolutely necessary, but it’s one of my favorite things that I’ve written on here and it involves drunk cuddly harry so… enjoy babes!

You called him once.

One time, that was all you’d allow yourself.

You expected to tell him off for lying and setting you up or to maybe make a joke of it all, even the rational part of you was making excuses saying you were only calling him to ask if he knew of anyone who had the actual notes.  But you knew it wasn’t true.  You couldn’t deny the electrified buzz that was still coursing through your body, and the slight tingle on the pads of your fingers that still felt hot from touching his butterfly.  His toned stomach… Each ring made another knot in your own, but instead of hearing a British rasp at the end of it you were met with an automated recording and you hung up before leaving a message.

You really tried not to think about it too much.  Like, really tried.

This was it then, you thought.  This was just a fun joke.  Frat king Harry was bored and must have made a bet with himself to see if he could get the average girl in class to come to a party and he succeeded and now that would be that.

But it wasn’t over just yet.  You still had to see him tomorrow and you still had his binder…

What if the number wasn’t even meant for you?  What if he had just put it there, or what if that was an old hookup’s number?

Or…the stupid nagging voice was back.

Perhaps he was avoiding your call on purpose.

Maybe he was balls deep in another girl right now.

Because that’s what you were to him, weren’t you?  Just another girl.

When you woke up this morning you didn’t have any messages from Harry.

Overthinking was your enemy and your vice when it came to boys, and this is exactly why you tried not to think about it too much.  But the same pesky thoughts swarmed through your head with a vengeance as you stood at the entryway of the lecture hall, trying to buy as much time as possible before you’d have to sit in front of Harry.  Your palms were sweating, and you haven’t even faced him yet.  It would be weird if you switched seats this late into the semester, right?  Right.  He’d suspect something then.

Not that there was anything worth suspecting because no harm was done by calling him, you reminded yourself.  After last night a phone call was nothing.  It was child’s play.  Harry’s own version of child’s play flashed in your head, your shaky hands slightly lifting off his shirt, his slow, unhurried drawl…. Should tell mummy you’re defiling her baby.

No.  No harm was done by calling him.  You had to stop punishing yourself.  After last night a phone call was nothing.  This was just Harry after all.  You snorted at your poor attempt at consolation.  Just Harry.  Wasn’t that the understatement of the century.

“You going in?”

A dark-haired brown-eyed boy was looking at you curiously, probably wondering if you’d turned into a zombie or had fallen asleep with your eyes open or were about to cry.  After tossing and turning all night, you wouldn’t be surprised if you did all three.

“Oh, uh, yeah, sorry.”  You cringed at your apology.  You really needed to stop doing that.  You shuffled away before he could question your sanity further and your pulse immediately heightened when your eyes drifted over the hundreds of people in lecture hall and spied the back of him.  He was leant back, laughing at something one of his mates just said, and shaking his hair back with an effortless toss of his hands.  He was wearing those black Ray Bans and for a moment you wondered if he owned anything that didn’t come in the color black.  You worked your way quietly through the aisles and felt the burn of his stare when you had to walk directly in front of him to get to your seat.  It almost hurt not to make eye contact, but by the way your skin prickled and he instantly quieted, halting in the middle of his conversation, you knew he’d seen you.

His binder might as well have been burning a hole through your backpack.

Of course Harry had seen you.  How could he not have seen you?  He’d been on the lookout all bloody morning probably looking like a schizo as he stumbled over to class, whipping his head around each time he thought he saw a glimpse of you.  Who the fuck decided to place the frat houses on the edge of the Earth anyways, but for once he’d actually felt energized getting out of bed this morning because in some weird way he was excited to see you.  Would it be different?  He sure as hell hoped so.  But when he entered lecture hall, and stared at your empty seat for what felt like ages, he actually started to wonder if you were going to show up at all today.  You were usually always on time, hell, you were always earlier than Harry.  So had he done something?  Were you regretting last night?

Why weren’t you looking at him now?

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loveyooumeanit  asked:

Harry but 37, 40 or 50 you pick! Haha

Okay, love, here ya go. I went with #50: “Oh come on, one lick won’t kill you!” LOL I had no idea where I would go with this, but I ended up going completely AU fratboy Harry. It’s kinda weird, forgive me.

Harry Styles was a cocky asshole. You knew it, everyone within your circle of friends knew it. Hell, everyone on campus probably knew it. He had a reputation and although you wouldn’t say you knew him well, you’d run into him enough to make your own assumptions.

So why in God’s name you had allowed yourself to be alone with him for a few minutes, you’d never know. There was no arguing that he was attractive. You would even go as far as to say he was incredibly hot and sexy, and most likely amazing in bed. But you’d been warned too many times at various parties to stay away from him because he was bad news and would only break your heart.

But tonight you didn’t care. Your heart had been broken and patched up so many times, you doubted it even beat the same. You knew the difference between love and sex, and right now love was the last thing on your mind.

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anonymous asked:

Any fratboy!harry recs?

Here You Go: 

Don’t Make This Easy ( I Want You To Mean It ) by wildestdreams [ 1/1 | English | 24,118 ]

Harry’s a frat boy who is head over heels for Louis and Louis wants nothing to do with him.

Soft Hands, Fast Feet, Can’t Lose by dolce_piccante [ 6/6 | English | 112,853 ] *

American Uni AU. Harry Styles is a frat boy football star from the wealthy Styles Family athletic dynasty. A celebrity among football fans, he knows how to play, he knows how to party, and he knows how to fuck (all of which is well known among his legion of admirers). Louis Tomlinson is a student and an athlete, but his similarities to Harry end there. Intelligent, focused, independent, and completely uninterested in Harry’s charms, Louis is an anomaly in a world ruled by football. A bet about the pair, who might be more similar than they originally thought, brings them together. Shakespeare, ballet, Disney, football, library chats, running, accidental spooning, Daredevil and Domino’s Pizza all blend into one big friendship Frappucino, but who will win in the end?

Every Time That You Get Undressed ( I Hear Symphonies In My Head ) by theboyfriendstagram [ 1/1 | English | 12,009 ]

Or an AU in which Harry is the typical frat boy who doesn’t believe in love but falls for the insecure mess that is Louis.

I hope these are okay! - Happy Reading! :)

College!Harry AU - Part One

You sank back in to your chair as you tried to keep up with the pace which your professor was speaking down at the front. He was mumbling something about the US Judicial System while you sat wishing you hadn’t taken part in that one last round of shots at Liquor last night. You barely remembered waking up at this point, never mind how you got home just a few hours ago, probably stumbling across the campus, your heels digging in to the grass as you walked before finally dragging yourself up the two flights of stairs to find your room mate, Liv, just seconds ahead of you, it would seem, in the drunken walk home stakes.

Yawns appeared one after the other, half from the hangover and half from how boring this class felt this morning. Usually, you’d be so eager to be here, Political Science was what you wanted to do, even with all the added Liberal Arts classes (you were still struggling to understand the American university system) but you suddenly realised why they have Friday and Saturday nights - so you don’t go out on Thursdays…and every other night for that matter. Your eyes were slowly closing every few moments, your brain only awoken by the animated sounds the professor was using for his slideshow and every so often you’d hear the sighs of fellow students as they too were brought out of their relaxed states. He’d done it on purpose, hadn’t he? Every professor on campus knew that almost every first year, sorry, freshman, went to Liquor every Thursday night so they planned their Friday classes to annoy as many students as possible. Thankfully, this professor wasn’t one to save the most important parts of the course for 9am on a Friday nor set a paper to be on his desk by Monday morning.

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anonymous asked:

hello, do you have any fics where louis is insecure? or just shy? I need soft louis, thankss

Insecure/Shy Louis Fics

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Frat Boy Harry (Chapter Three)

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holy shit how did it take me so long to update!!!!! forgive me

Originally posted by jetblackdirection

The rest of the day wasn’t spent touring the campus and it’s many buildings, but it was passed through in a frenzy of red hair and brown eyes as Natalie tears through your luggage for a suitable dress.

“Do I have this whole room to myself?” You ask her, as you slowly spin on your feet–taking in the soft velvet flooring and the beige walls. The mahogany desks and tables and the cozy lighting. The sunset was streaming through your clear glass balcony doors, a thick curtain threatening to cut it off.

“Yup!” Natalie still doesn’t look up at you, and you realise that she has all your clothes sprawled out on your already-made bed. Damn, this school was nice. “Unless someone requests for a room change or you apply for a roommate. But nobody does, especially since 70% of the girls here are in Tri Delta or Alpha X.”

“Wait, there are two separate sororities here?” You slump onto your bed and stroke at the smooth white sheets. “I thought there was only one?”

Natalie shakes her head, finally looking at you. Her eyes light up with the kind of fire that only blazes when it’s lit with gossip or drama. “There used to be only one, Tri Delta, but then only for the last ten years, some chick decided to form Alpha X.”

“Why though?” You furrow your eyebrows in confusion. You only heard about sororities and fraternities through Zac Efron in Neighbours. “Why did they need to make a new one? It’s not like they’re competing or anything.”

Natalie raises her eyebrows, “Oh, but they are. It’s more of a silent feud, though. You’re either in one or the other. Since there was only one, Tri Delta used to be formally invited to all of Alpha Psi’s–if you forgot, this is the fraternity that Harry’s the leader of (:–parties. It was sorta a tradition for those two houses to date one another, you know? But then Alpha X formed, and since then, it has been both the Alpha’s, and Tri Delta left out to rot in the attic.”

“Well, that’s just stupid,” you throw your head back and sigh. “Why can’t everyone just party together and have fun? Why does it have to be so drama-centered? I don’t understand!”

“Oh honey, how much you’re going to change this year,” Natalie laughs. “Anyways, nowadays Alpha Psi prefers Alpha X to Tri Delta anyways. Well, at least Harry does.” Then she leans down to whisper, like what she says next is forbidden. “Alpha X is known to do some…pretty promiscuous things. It’s said that last year, one of the girls got pregnant and couldn’t identify who the father was because she slept with all of them–without a condom too.”

“That’s revolting!” You scrunch up your nose. “And she couldn’t have slept with anyone!” You try to shake the image of her crawling down on Harry out of your head. “Ew, that means everyone in this school has aids.”

“Not me,” Natalie shakes her head. “If you couldn’t tell, I’m one of the reserved ones.”

You roll your eyes, “And yet you’re urging me to go to this party because…?”

“Because Harry likes you!” Natalie exclaims, throwing a pillow at your head. “And if you start dating Harry then maybe I might have a chance with Thomas.”

You fake gag, “He sounds like a fuckboy.”

Natalie rolls her eyes, “Harry sounds like a fuckboy. A british fuckboy.”

“Which brings me back to the point that I don’t want to date him!” You fling the pillow right back at her. “I don’t want to be involved with people that have sex with random strangers.”

The redhead looks at me in disbelief. “Are you abstinent?” ( a/n you are waiting until marriage for sex ((: )

“Maybe,” you confess. Seeing her face fall, you quickly add, “But that doesn’t mean I can’t do all the steps that lead up to sex.”

Natalie brightens up and you can almost see a lightbulb click over her head. “Oh my God, you’re going to be such a natural tease!” Then she throws a sleeveless black dress at you.

“That’s the dress I wore for high school graduation,” you say, voice coated with nostalgia. “I remember–”

You are interrupted by a loud ripping sound. You look down to see that Natalie has ripped a line down the middle of the chest area on the dress.

“What the hell!” You scream, quickly lifting up the dress to examine the wound. “I can never wear that now!”

“Of course you can,” Natalie beams. “Tonight.”

“You’re crazy.”

“Tell me something I don’t know!”

anonymous asked:

Write another fratboy!! I need to know what happens next! 😫

Okay, so here it is, part 4! Thanks for all the requests! I hope you find this satisfying. I’ll keep writing as long as you keep requesting.

You awoke with a start, an annoying sound interrupting the nonsensical dream you were having. Sitting up in bed, you realized it was your ringtone. You reached over to the night stand to pick up your phone, the bright light from the screen blinding you in your disoriented state.

Harry. Why the hell was he calling you at…you glanced at the time…2:24 in the morning?

With only a second more of hesitation, you swiped the screen.

“Hello?” you answered in a groggy voice.

“Heyyyyy. You answered! I didn’t think you would.”

“And why not?” you asked sarcastically. “Maybe because it’s after 2AM?”

“Oh shit,” Harry exclaimed with a giggle. “Did I wake you?”

You sighed, debating whether or not to say something else sarcastic, but decided against it. “Yes, you did.”

“I’m sorry, baby,” he half pouted.

You rolled your eyes. “What do you want, Harry?”

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Frat Boy Pt 3 - Harry Styles One Shot

part 1, part 2

YOU’VE HAD TO WAIT TWO WEEKS BUT YOU CAN CONTINUE YOUR COLLEGE ANGST AND ROMANCE WITH HARRY NOW.  I mean is this really classified as a “one shot” anymore?  I’m not sure.  For this one you may want to read part 2 for the beginning to make any sense, but then again, it still involves angst and tension and frat parties and alcohol and college Harry so…enjoy!

Your eyes weren’t closed though, your lips weren’t even feeling the soft caress of his once he recovered from shock, or feeling the way his hand gripped your waist and pulled you closer.

Because your eyes were on Harry’s, witnessing them darken, feeling his anger, watching him scowl in a scalding rage while another girl marked his neck

And seeing him push the girl off and run directly up the banister.

Harry was livid as he ran to you, the anger rippling through him like a dam that had just been broken, its poisonous waters rushing over everything in its wake, his blood boiling and hot.  Hot enough to warp his perception, more so than the strongest liquor.

He was seeing red and each leap up the banister, each millisecond he got closer to you, the worse the image became engrained in his mind.  The way Niall had placed his hands around your waist.  The way he’d pulled your hips to his.  The way you had pressed your fucking lips to his.  

He didn’t feel the steps beneath him as he took in your terrified face and doe-eyes, wide as could be. You were staring at him.  Just as you had when you’d made out with another. When another’s lips were pressed against yours, invading the space he wanted to claim.  When you’d let another do exactly what he’d wanted to do all along.  

You knew what you were doing.  You knew what you were fucking doing to him.

And there you stood.

Niall’s arms still around you.

He was snarling.


He didn’t even feel human.

You hadn’t moved.  You’d pulled your lips from Niall’s as soon as Harry had starting running, but Niall’s arms still gripped your hips.  His touch now seemed foreign, unwanted.  The reason you withdrew escaped him.  Niall was completely oblivious, his turned back the only reason a charming smile was still on his face.  You knew you should retreat from the fuming man charging towards you, that you’d crossed a line even though you and Harry had never drawn one up to begin with.  But it didn’t change the fact that it was there, for whatever reason, and now it was flashing neon because you’d violated it.  

But he violated it before you had.  

You couldn’t step away from Niall’s hold, the shock that Harry was coming closer to you and had actually left his make out buddy twice, for you, giving you more satisfaction than it should have and keeping you frozen in the poor lad’s grasp.

Even when you knew it was the last place you should be.

As Harry raged closer, you noticed those green eyes had grown dark, as dark as his black jeans, and for the first time you regretted everything.

You thought you’d seen an ugly side to Harry with that stranger outside your class.  But this? This Harry was an entirely different beast.  And you weren’t quite sure anything could tame him.

By the time the thought crossed your mind it was too late.

“Let her go,” Harry growled. His voice was low, gravelly. Deadly.  Niall didn’t have time to turn around let alone react before Harry grabbed his shoulders and tore him off you, the blonde flying backwards.  He stumbled against gravity and lost, hitting the floor with a groan.

“What the fuck Harry?!” Niall’s eyes were swimming with confusion and anger, lighting the blue with a spark that was a threat in itself.

But Harry wasn’t focused on Niall anymore, his blistering eyes were on your own.  And this time there were no Ray Bans to protect you.  His gaze was heavy, fiery, and suddenly you felt the need to throw up all over again.

He didn’t mutter a word when he grabbed your hand and dragged you behind him, the grasp that once gave you a sense of calm now leaving you speechless, numb with shock.  You didn’t even know where he was taking you.  It was a wonder you hadn’t fumbled and fallen at his persistent tugging.

It was only when you were halfway down the hall to Harry’s room that you were suddenly blessed with speech and could mumble a feeble, “Where are we going?”  As if you didn’t know.

He didn’t reply, but you noticed his pace quickened once you spoke, and that only made your heart race faster and your hands a little sweatier. His grip, harder.  If he noticed your hot palms, he didn’t show it.  You swallowed thickly as he quickly led you into his room. The slam of the door shutting behind you made you flinch, and he let go of your hand once it was clear you weren’t going to go anywhere.

He stalked towards the center of his room, stopping at the foot of his bed, and kept his back to you. Despite everything, you couldn’t help but admire the planes of his back and how the t-shirt lay on his broad shoulder blades and the toned muscles lying just beneath.

As much as you hated yourself for it, an extra shot of adrenaline coursed through you that Harry Styles was getting this worked up over you, over this, whatever this was.  The buzz hadn’t faded yet, and it made it that much harder to contain the possibility that….no.  No matter what happened you wouldn’t delude yourself into thinking that Harry genuinely liked you.

But as Harry’s chest continued to heave as he struggled to control his breathing, and the tension rolled off him in toxic waves as he stood motionless in the center of the room, your pleasurable adrenaline quickly turned to that of fear.  Harry wouldn’t hurt you.  Would he? He’d dragged you all the way to his room, but he hadn’t spoken to you and his silence was concerning.  What awful things were going through his mind where he couldn’t even speak to you?  What did he want to do?  What would he do?

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Frat Boy Harry (prologue)

Originally posted by artemis-of-the-hearts

You thought that going to an all-girls university would result in having no relationship drama, but when you find out that it’s a sister school to an all-boys university a block away….looks like there will be drama after all.

And there is nothing more dramatic than a school full of rich, pretentious girls all swooning over the same boy.

Oh, and did you mention that boy was Harry Styles?

Yup, son of billionaire Tucker Styles. Every girl wants to date him and every boy wants to be him.

And yet, you’re the only freshmen invited to his back-to-school party.

In a room filled with upperclassmen, booze and teenage hormones, what could go wrong?

first chapter / second chapter / third chapter

Frat Boy Pt 5

part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4

Thanks so much for your patience guys.  Enjoy some fratty bratty harry with fratty niall and art student zayn ;)

The kiss stayed with you through to the morning, instantly awakening you with the thought of how his lips had felt heatedly pressed against yours - hungry, savory, soft.  He’d been gentle with you, but dominating.  Dominating in the most comforting of ways.  And as cheesy as it seemed to be, you had been putty in his strong, capable hands.  With cheeks flushed from drifting thoughts, you ghosted your hand where his once cupped your cheek and you could almost imagine it was his instead, but when your fingertips traveled to touch your lips, the tingle he’d left and the burn in your stomach he’d ignited was just out of reach.  And when your hand fell to touch your throat where he had pressed a luscious kiss, you felt the crusty trickle of blood that had caused him to retreat.  A frown befell your face and an onslaught of sensations took over as the memories from the alley came back to you full-force, the grubby hands pressing you against one’s bony chest, the glint of the sharp blade, the sickly sweet cologne and the moisture from his breath that had hit your neck.  There was a cold chill and you shivered even though just two minutes ago you’d woken up sweating under the blankets.  When you rolled over to see Renny’s bed empty there was a sudden slam in the bedroom that made you jump and your adrenaline skyrocketed as you froze beneath the sheets.  It was the blinds, only the blinds, you told yourself.  They’d just slammed against the window from a draft.  The beating of your heart was still pounding and your eyebrows knitted together as it hit you that you were very much alone.

She’d left for class already.  An obnoxiously bright orange note card was taped to the side of your desk and you stretched your arm as far as it could while staying buried beneath the protection of the covers.


btw it’s back-to-school theme for the sorority party tonight so…prepare the slutty outfit and what you’re going to say to make me look good ;)

Your eyes shot to the clock and you froze.  It was 7:45.  When the shutters slammed against the window again and your heart dropped for the second time this morning, you knew you couldn’t stay here.  You may fail the stupid test and Harry may be annoyed that you didn’t stay, but you wouldn’t be able to sleep again.  As silly as it sounded you wouldn’t be able to fall asleep even if you checked under your bed and swept the closet five times over to make sure no one was there.  You felt so vulnerable alone, and your mind kept drifting to that night.

You wouldn’t be able to fight the memory.

You had fifteen minutes.

With no regard to yesterday’s makeup you threw on jeans and a sweatshirt, even though the clouds from yesterday were long gone.  You may be sweating on your way over to class, but you didn’t want the world to see you today.  You’d just thrown up your hood and the door was closing behind you when you froze- the blood.  It was still on your neck.  And with a sinking feeling in your gut, the thud of the closing door sealed your sentence.  You’d left your keys in the pocket of your sweats from last night and there was no way you could get back in to wash it off.  “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you cursed, wiggling the doorknob to no avail.  You weren’t one to cuss, hardly ever, and you weren’t sure what you were hoping for in jiggling the locked door, but- fuck.

In a panicked fast-walk to class, you tried rubbing your neck to try and get the evidence to fade but all it left you with was irritated skin probably reddening from the burn you were creating.  People seemed to be staring at you more today as you picked up your fast walk to an awkward fast jog and as disgusting as it was, you licked your hand and started desperately rubbing again.  You winced a bit as you felt the sting from the cut, the slight injury reacting with the dampness in bristling rejection.

Your head was a dark cloud of anxiety, stress, and fear and when you burst through the doors of lecture hall with a minute to spare, your thoughts turned impossibly darker.

Harry was leant back looking effortlessly alluring in a snapback and partially unbuttoned flannel, with a girl stood between his legs.  His hands were casually gripping the edge of the extended table while her hip was popped out in the way that made her butt look bigger and her waist, smaller.  You knew that pose, you did it too.  She said something to him that caused him to smirk and he nodded his head with a shrug of his broad shoulders while she giggled in excitement.  The same shoulders that had been hovering over you, bare, just hours before…

The instant bitter spark of anger erupted and your natural reaction was outrage at this blatant betrayal, but then, you realized, what was he betraying?  The anger was no match for the larger flood of disappointment that followed not even two seconds after.  You thought he’d be worried about you, you realized.  After last night, you’d thought he’d stay the same warm, gentle person when the sun showed its face again.  You’d forgotten who he was.  What he was.   He wasn’t going to change, nor was he going to just flip a switch and become solely focused on you of all people because he’d stopped those men from taking advantage of you.  Any decent person would’ve done that.

Wasn’t that what your mother always told you when a check bounced?  Don’t fall in love with a man you think you can change, because no one will change fundamentally.  Unless, of course, he had money.  Then, she’d told you, it didn’t really matter if he changed or not because money could afford you all sorts of distractions.  Security first, love secondary.  You’d listened with open ears when your father wasn’t around, letting it come in one ear and out the other.  That was just your mother though.

She’d never read the love stories you had.

A part of you was reminded of Harry’s intensity, how each time his fist met the other man it had been so calculated and filled with unchecked rage.  Something was telling you that not any person would’ve done what Harry did.  That a person mentally couldn’t have done most of it.

For an irrational reason, anger struck up again.  Harry didn’t have to do any of it.

And he definitely didn’t need to spend the night.

But that’s why he’d honestly asked you to “tutor” him wasn’t it?  He’d gotten what he’d wanted, hadn’t he?  He’d gotten to kiss you and you’d given in.  His sweet words were just a cherry on top.  Blatantly meaningless as he continued to charm the girl who he clearly already had under his thumb.

You’d pushed the door harder than expected and it slammed shut, causing all heads to turn towards you.

Including his.

Including hers.

The make-out chick Harry had been with the night of the party was staring at you with crystal blue eyes, doing a once over at the weird hooded girl glaring at the entrance before turning back to look at Harry.  But he was still looking at you.

Harry’s brows immediately drew together and he gave an irritated shake of his head that screamed “what the fook are yeh doing here?”  It made your skin crawl how you could already picture his voice so perfectly in your head, and you hated knowing it wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon.  You only had the energy to fake a smile when the professor cheekily said “So nice of you to join us Y/N.”  The girl standing in front of Harry started walking away at his sudden disinterest and you almost wanted to comfort her, hell, you could make a lot of money off a Harry support group.  You’re sure many girls needed it after dealing with the ever-shifting enigma that is Harry Styles.

You heard Harry call your name as you passed him, but you ignored it, for once gracefully walking a little faster when you saw him unsuccessfully reach for you in the corner of your eye.  

Niall was the one who sat at the end of the aisle and reached a hand out to stop you before you could descend and get away.

“Hey, what’s wrong with your neck?”  His voice held traces of concern, but it was a question asked out of selfish curiosity.  

“Allergic reaction,” you lied.

“Yikes, you allergic t’a good make out then?” he teased before breaking out into a snicker at your furrowed brows.  He hadn’t.  He…he wouldn’t have -

You immediately looked to Harry and his eyes had darkened, all the proof you needed, and you hoped your death glare transferred through the sizzling line of energy that seemed to pop up whenever you looked at each other.  That cocky, bragging, arrogant son of a…

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There once was a fratboy named Harry Styles who was all stereotypical boy with the wild parties and sports and dumb jokes. At least that was his shell. Everyone adores him though they think he sleeps around with a bunch of girls because at house parties he’s always dragging them into a bedroom but little did they know it was only to give them water and crackers and let them sleep so they can sleep off their drunkenness and not get taken advantage of by gross boys. So he stays in the rooms with until they are sober enough to leave or something of the sort. Rumors spread and Harry is just the guy that loves to sleep with girls every chance he gets.

The week before spring break us pretty wild because Harry is so hectic and excited because his LOVE was coming to get him. Harry was very discrete about who his love was. He’d never specified the gender or anything. Simply kept having the biggest heart eyes and just going on and on about how excited he was to go to on a Spring trip with his love because they were finally free from work and and they both could be together for break.

Everyone is whispering and wondering which girl was lucky to be Harry’s love and why she didn’t attend the same Uni and who exactly was she.

The day Harry’s love was supposed to come, the boy was decked out in his jeans and v neck and flannel shirt and backwards snapback with converse looking so fratboy-like with all of his bags. There’s a going away party being held at the house but Harry has been cooped up in the corner reading text after text and sending texts and giggling and blushing like an idiot and boy this girl really has Harry gone.

Soon enough an expensive sports car rolls up in front of the house and Harry jumped up so fast and made his way through the crowd with his bags and everyone at the parties rushes over as well to see who the hell is this mysterious person

And there’s a sexy man with sunglasses and expensive but casual clothing and aviators leaning against the car with his arms folded and Harry drops his luggage outside and squeals out The biggest “DADDY!” And rushes over to Louis and Louis grins and hugs Harry just as tightly, spinning The boy around and kissing Harry all over.

“Hi princess. Missed you,” Louis mumbles Ito Harry’s cheek before pulling away and resting his hands on Harry’s bum all protectively and in love. “They’re staring.” He tells Harry as he sees everyone gaping and just surprised. Not only was Harry’s love NOT a girl but he was also someone’s sugar baby!

Harry simply giggles and shrugs. He doesn’t care. He has a pretty pair of panties on under his jeans that he’s ready for Louis to pull off with his teeth on the plane ride to their spring vacation.

Frat Boy Harry (chapter one)

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the much anticipated, much deserved first chapter of Frat Boy Harry! enjoy and i love you all so so much xx.


It’s your first day at the Ridgewood Academy for Girls and already you felt as if you didn’t belong.

Everyone here was rich, as far as you could tell. Carrying around Louis Vuitton suitcases and slinging around Kate Spade just to go for a walk around campus. And then there was you. 

It wasn’t like you were poor, you were just strictly middle-class. And it didn’t help that ever since you were born, your parents drilled that in your head. Now opening up your wallet for something you wanted (but not needed) seemed like an act of Satan.

The only reason why you were accepted to Ridgewood was because of your skills. Or, more specifically, your writing. Every other student here was admitted because of their parents (damn you legacy) or because they could afford to go here. But you…you were a different story.

“Our school newspaper is crumbling.” 

You were currently seated in the dean’s office. Her white hair indicated that she was old, but there was nothing ancient about her. If you had to guess her age (without factoring in her hair) you would’ve guessed she was only fifty. She must be. Her blue eyes were bright, the sunlight streaming in the window bouncing off the rings on her fingers.

She – the plate on her desk read Alicia Winslet (even the name sounds rich) – folded her very well manicured nails in front of her. You realize you forgot to respond. You were too busy gawking at her to say anything.

“Yes, ma’am,” you blurt out. And you instantly regret it. Quickly adding, “I’m very honoured you chose me to help with that problem.” Drat, is that any better?

“Yes…” She pauses to glance down at your name tag. “Ms. Y/L/N? You are quite thankful, aren’t you? After all, you would be currently seating at some poor community college if it weren’t for our help, yes?”

You try not to look offended, but you cleared your throat and corrected, “Uh, actually I’ve had several acceptance letters, and some of them included Princeton–”

“But our school is the best,” Ms. (Mrs.? You couldn’t tell if any of the four rings on her fingers were of a wedding ring.) Winslet smiled. “You knew that when you chose our school.”

“And because you were willing to give financial aid,” you murmur under your breath, but she catches you nonetheless.

The headmistress claps her hands together excitedly, “We at Ridgewood just love helping the needy.” Needy? You weren’t sure if you were allowed to take offence. “And stand up, I want to see you in that uniform.”

Ridgewood Academy for Girls had uniforms. Black and blue and white were the only colours you were allowed to wear, and violation of the dress code will get you an automatic slip to detention room. The only times you were allowed to be out of uniform were on weekends, but you couldn’t leave the campus unless instructed to by a teacher.

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Basically Ridgewood Academy for Girls was a prison with blue skirts instead of orange jumpsuits.

The dean speaks up, handing you a big black binder. You leaf through it as she says, “You will attend the classes listed in your schedule, and you will not be late unless you want detention. Three detentions a week and a call to your parents will be the punishment. Two calls to your parents in a month and you will be on probation.” The dean raises her eyebrows at you. “And if you were to misbehave under probation….that results into permanent expulsion. I don’t think you’re an expulsion kind of woman, are you?”

“No, ma’am, I am not.” It’s the truth, except your voice was shaking. You could never handle authority well. 

“We’ll just have to see about that.” Her phone rings promptly and she gestures for you to pick up your things and leave. “Have a good day, Ms. Y/L/N.”

“What about the newspaper?” You blurt out before she has the chance to pick up the ringing telephone. “Is there a club? Or people I can talk to?”

Her fingers are poised over her phone as she says smoothly, “You are the school’s paper. Your job is to write about how educated the teachers are, and how much you enjoy the program. And how….well behaved the students are.”

You nod, and you take it as your queue to leave. You didn’t let her see your confused expression.

You were to write about what she said you could write about.

You were sent to this school to tell lies.

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