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Harry Smut// Anonymous

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A/N: Okay bIG MOOD

8:30 showed on your phone as you sat at the hotel lobby bar. A pianist played classical music in the corner of the room softly. The piece sounded familiar, but you couldn’t focus on the harmony. Your legs were a little chilly on the metal chair in your olive dress. You pulled down the hem wondering if it was too much for tonight; you told him to dress up, but you wondered if what you had on was too much.

Did it matter anyway? He was now fifteen minutes late at a 30 became a 31 on your clock. The bartender almost passed you until you caught his attention. 

“Dirty martini please,” you told him, tapping your coaster.

He nodded before starting to make your drink. Your patience was wavering. He hadn’t texted you or messaged you about being late or on his way. A simple text just saying, “traffic is horrible. be there in five,” would suffice. 

Your drink was delivered faster than you thought it would, but there was still no one walking into the hotel. You were the only one at the bar. Some had come to get a drink, but they were swept away by others, and that’s all you wanted. You wanted to be swept by someone; you wanted someone that demanded your attention but you always demanded theirs. 

“Scotch, straight,” a man dressed in a suit and tie said as he walked up behind you to order. He laid down some cash next to your drink; you weren’t an expert on the price of a scotch, but you were sure he laid down too much, “and hers as well,” he finished.

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Requested: #30. “Darling, we’re going to be- wow.” & #39. “It’s taking everything that I’ve got to not fuck you right here, right now.” From the prompt list. Thanks for requesting! x


Today was the day of the official Dunkirk Premiere. Harry had been buzzing all week, talking about how excited he was for Y/N to finally be able to watch him in action.

“Yeh almost ready, sweetheart?” He calls from downstairs, pacing around the room as the nerves start to build up.

“Give me a second, just touching up my make-up!” Harry sighed at your response, shaking his head slightly before taking a seat on your shared sofa.

Ten minutes had past and you still hadn’t come down, “Darling, we’re going to be- wow.” He sucked in a breath once you came into view. You wore a long, silky red dress that had a slit on the left side, exposing from the top of your thigh to the bottom on your feet. Your hair was perfectly curled as you made you way down the stairs.

“You best close that mouth of yours, don’t want to be eating any flies now do we?” You chuckle, placing a kiss to his cheek before grabbing your bag. 

“Yeh look incredible.” He finally says once you both reach the elevator, his hand finding it’s way around your waist, pulling you closer to his side before dipping his head down, “It’s takin’ everything that I’ve got to not fuck yeh right here, right now.” His voice raspy as his warm breath tickles your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

“Keep it together, H.” You smile up through your eyelashes. The elevator doors finally open, allowing the both of you to enter. It was silent at first, both of you didn’t know what to say, secret glances were shared as the both of you remained still.

“Fuck it.” He grunts, pushing you forcefully back onto the elevator walls, you let out a huff before his lips attacked yours, his tongue immediately roams your mouth, your arms wrapping themselves around his neck. His hands trailing down your body, taking in every curve before landing on your exposed thigh, his cold rings against your skin was enough to leave you dripping. The familiar sound of the bell, indicating that you were on the ground floor, chimed through your ears. You both split, you quickly fix up your hair before the two doors open once again.

“We’ll finish that tonight, yeah?” He winks, wrapping his arm around your waist.


This is what I’ve always wanted.

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Wedding Series #2 - He Proposes (Harry)

A/N: This is long but I’m so not even sorry because I think Harry is hella cute when he is all awkward and shy and yeah…hope you guys like it !

Harry had been acting remarkably out of character for the whole day. He was jittery and nervous and nothing like the carefree man you were dating. Every time you looked at him he was running his fingers through his curls or muttering something incoherent under his breath; whatever it was that was causing it however had you worried.

The only time you’d ever seen Harry so stressed was when management was breathing down the bands necks for the next single, album or tour date; it wasn’t often that anything else bothered him to this capacity. Moving to sit next to him on the couch you touched his shoulder lightly.
“Haz, you okay?”
“Huh? Oh yeah, I’m fine Kitten,” He replied, forcing a smile onto his face.
“You can tell me if anything is wrong Harry, you know that right?”
“Y/n,” Harry said, taking your hand in his and giving it a loose squeeze. “Don’t worry about me alright? I’m fine.”

You raised your eyebrows but left the subject alone. You trusted Harry and you weren’t about to go prying into anything he didn’t want you to know; sooner or later he’d talk to you. Getting back up off the couch you pressed a quick kiss to his forehead before moving into the kitchen, intent on making you both a cup of tea.

You were going about doing just that when you heard Harry’s voice, muffled from the living room. Curiosity got the better of you and you stepped closer to the arch way.
“I can’t do it!” You heard Harry say and you gathered he was on the phone; he sounded so defeated.  “I don’t think I can ask her.”

You were thoroughly confused, was he talking about you? You kept listening as Harry sighed heavily.
“No, no your right,” He said. “Rip it off like a bandaid.”

You stepped back as you thought about his words, your mind immediately jumping to the worst case scenario, Harry breaking up with you. Sure he was away a lot and you didn’t always see eye to eye on that, but surely he wasn’t going to end things because of it. You had always stuck by him through the band’s career, ever since you started dating him; you put up with the rumors and the magazine articles and the paparazzi and almost everything else that came along with dating a celebrity and you’d never complained once, because you loved Harry more than you’d loved anybody. Now that there was a possibility that it was all going to come to an end you found you couldn’t quite breathe.

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Preference #4 - You’re friends with benefits and one of you falls in love (Part 2)

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Harry (Your POV) – You stormed all the way home, tears cascading down your cheeks as you did. You kept checking your phone every few seconds hoping to find a text or a missed call from Harry but he didn’t try to contact you at all, and as the minutes passed, that only made you feel even worse. You couldn’t shake the soul crushing thought that whilst you were walking home in the dark, alone. Harry was at a party with his hands all over another girl.

When you eventually arrived at your flat, you ran up to your bedroom and threw yourself onto your mattress face first, sobbing into your bed sheets and staining them with dark red lipstick and mascara. You stayed there for a while, until your tears were dried out and your sobs had turned into little hiccups. You sat up and turned your television on but your crying session had exhausted you so much that you fell asleep after only a few minutes.

You woke up with a start the next morning, groaning when you felt how sticky your eyes were because you had slept with your makeup on. You slowly climbed out of your bed and stood in front of your mirror. You frowned at the smeared lipstick and the mascara tear stains on your cheeks, your dress was creased beyond belief, and the neck of it, disgustingly, was covered in dried snot from your hysterical crying marathon the night before. You slipped out of all of your clothes and headed for a hot shower, which relieved some of the tension you were feeling and once you’d put on a pair of soft, comfy pajamas you actually felt a little bit relaxed.

You turned your phone on to find a couple of missed calls and texts from Harry asking how you were and if you were okay. You decided to have breakfast and then call him back; you still needed some time to figure out what you wanted to say. Should you tell him how you felt? Or think of some cover story. You sat down at your kitchen counter with a warm toasted bagel and a huge cup of tea as you started scrolling through twitter only for your entire appetite to disappear when high-quality paparazzi pictures of Harry and the brunette from the night before appeared onto your timeline. You scrolled through picture after picture of the two of them holding hands as they drunkenly stumbled out of the party and you could feel your eyes stinging. You put your phone back on the table with a shaky hand and your eyes fluttered shut as a few tears escaped down your cheeks. You sat in silence for a few minutes before you heard your phone vibrating, you opened your tear-filled eyes to see Harry’s name flashing across your screen so you quickly declined the call before turning your phone off again.

His POV – “Fuck sake! She definitely declined it that time, it only rang once,” I groaned as I redialed Y/N’s number. “And now it’s going straight to voicemail! She’s clearly turned her phone off.” I sighed as I sat down.

“Have you thought that maybe… just maybe… she doesn’t want to talk to you?” Zayn asked, looking at me and I glared back at him.

“Why wouldn’t she want to speak to me?” I spat back at him, mimicking his tone.

“Maybe because you slept with her and had your hands all over another girl less than an hour later?” he asked, shrugging his shoulders sarcastically.

“I didn’t do anything wrong okay? She knows how our… arrangement… works,” I replied and he rolled his eyes. “Whatever Zayn, I’m going to her flat. She can’t ignore me forever,” I muttered as I stood up and grabbed my car keys.

“I wouldn’t if I were you…” Zayn yelled after me and I sighed as I opened the front door to his flat.

“Well good thing I’m not you,” I replied before slamming the door behind me. I drove to Y/N’s flat as quickly as I could. I rang the doorbell and waited patiently until I heard a small, croaky voice speak on the other side.

“Who is it?” she spoke so I almost couldn’t here her.

“It’s Harry,” I replied, “open the door please.” She was quiet for a few seconds before she answered.

“Harry? Um… I can’t let you in, I’m sick… I think it might be contagious,” she stuttered and I rolled my eyes.

“I have a spare key to your place at my house, don’t make me go back and…” I couldn’t finish my sentence before she opened the door, huffing as she did, and stormed into her living room. I walked in and closed the door behind me before following her through.

“Do you want to tell me what’s going on?” I asked, raising my eyebrows at her and instantly feeling bad about my harsh tone when I saw her puffy eyes and tear stained cheeks. She sniffed and stared at the wall behind me without answering.

I sat down next to her and placed my hand on her knee. “Look, you’re worrying me! Please tell me if I did something to upset you so I can fix it,” I said a lot more softly this time but she still didn’t respond. “Look, is this about the girl from last night?” I asked and a single tear rolled down her cheek. “Y/N, why would you be upset over her? Unless you have feelings for me or something? I just don’t get it,” I said and as soon as the words left my mouth she hid her face in her hands and started sobbing. “Y/N…” I muttered as I stood up and moved away from her slightly. “You don’t do you?” I asked only making her cry harder. “This… this wasn’t supposed to happen like this,” I muttered under my breath, not really intending for her to hear or respond but she did.

“Yeah, you think I don’t know that?” she raised her voice slightly, “I know I wasn’t supposed to develop feelings for you but that’s what happened, I’m sorry for the inconvenience,” she wiped her face hastily.

“This friends with benefits arrangement was just as much your idea as it was mine… you can’t be angry at me for this. You knew what this all meant…” I rambled on and but stopped when I realized I was just making her cry harder. “Look Y/N… maybe I should just go?” I suggested but she didn’t even look up at me. I stood there for another few seconds before I slowly grabbed my jacket and walked out of the apartment. I stood on the other side of her door for a few minutes, contemplating whether or not I should go back in before I sighed and made my way down to my car.

Liam (His POV) – I made my way to the door, turning back for one last look at Y/N before I left. I saw the guy she was with place an arm around her shoulder and I immediately realized I couldn’t possibly leave. If I left I would be sitting in my flat, alone, with my imagination running wild about what she could possibly be doing. At least if I stayed, as much as it hurt to watch her flirt with other people, I would know that all she was doing was flirting. I turned and made my way into the kitchen and filled two shot glasses with vodka and headed back to the living room to find her.

“Hey! I thought you were leaving?” she smiled up at me and I shook my head.

“Changed my mind,” I smiled back at her, “here… drink with me?” I asked as I handed her a shot glass and she jumped up and took the glass from my hand and downed it. “Do you want to dance?” I asked and she nodded enthusiastically and began to walk away before the guy she had been sitting with cleared his throat loudly behind her.

“Oh sorry… um come find me later?” she asked and he nodded his head slowly as she walked away, narrowing his eyes at me as soon as her back was turned. We made our way into another crowded room and immediately started dancing together to the song that was blaring almost too loudly for us to even make out what it was.

She threw her arms in the hair and moved her hips to the beat, laughing loudly and smiling as she did. She grabbed my hands and forced me to copy her moves, which only made her laugh harder and only made me love her more than I already did. We didn’t even get the chance to finish the song before the guy she had been with before sauntered into the room and made a beeline for her, smirking at me as he did. He came up behind her and placed each of his hands on her hips and she spun round and smiled at him. She continued to move and he leaned down and pressed his forehead against hers. Watching the two of them reminded me of the feeling of watching a horror movie that you’d already seen before; you knew what was going to happen, and you were powerless to stop it, but a part of you deep down hoped that it would be different this time. He leaned in closer to her and placed his lips against her and she kissed him back, cupping his face in her hands, not unlike the way she was holding my face not even an hour before. I watched for a few seconds and before I could stop myself I was shoving the guy off of her and standing in between the two of them, feeling a mixture of anger and shock at what I had just done.

“What the fuck is your problem?” the guy growled at me, “is he your boyfriend or something?” he stared at Y/N waiting for an explanation.

“No… God no!” she replied, “Liam, what are you doing?” she asked, staring at me with wide, confused eyes.

I looked at her and then at him and then back at her again before replying quietly, “I don’t know… you know I really have no idea what I’m doing,” and then storming away from them.

Your POV – “I am so sorry, I’ll be right back,” you quickly apologized to Damon, the boy who Liam had just assaulted in the middle of a flat party. You followed him as quickly as you could but your heels only allowed you to run so fast so you weren’t sure you’d catch him. You walked outside, thankful to see him pacing around angrily in the car park rather than storming up the road. You walked outside and stormed over to him but your anger immediately faded when you saw the blood dripping off of his knuckles.

“Liam! What happened?” you gasped as you approached him.

“Nothing,” he muttered as he hastily wiped the blood on his jeans and continued to storm away from you.

“Will you please wait?” you yelled, following him, “just talk to me please!” He spun around and folded his arms across his chest.

“What do we even have to talk about?” he asked angrily and you frowned at him.

“Excuse me Liam, I don’t know what gave you the idea that you can talk to me like that!” you glared at him and his face immediately softened.

“Sorry,” he muttered and you nodded, accepting his apology.

“Would you like to tell me what that was in there?” you asked and he shrugged his shoulders.

“It was nothing,” he replied and you rolled your eyes.

“It clearly wasn’t nothing so just cut the crap Liam, what’s wrong?” you asked, patience wearing slightly thin.

“I… I just didn’t like the way that guy was touching you,” he muttered and you rolled your eyes.

“Oh yeah because you’ve never touched me like that before,” you retorted, raising an eyebrow at him and folding your arms across your chest.

“That’s different,” he replied defensively and you scoffed.

“How Liam? How is it different? It is literally exactly the same…” you ranted but you were interrupted when Liam groaned angrily and ran his fingers through his hair in frustration.

“It’s different because I love you!” he yelled, “I love you and he just… he doesn’t. Every time I get to touch you and be with you… you don’t even know how it makes me feel. It makes me feel like I’m walking on air. So yes, I’d say it’s a little different.” He finished his speech, slightly breathless as you stood there, jaw open.

“You love me?” you asked and he looked at you with sad eyes, he didn’t need to speak to answer your question. You stared at Liam’s sad eyes and your eyes wandered down to his bleeding, swollen knuckles. You knew what you needed to do to make this all better, you knew it only took three simple words, eight letters to make this all okay but you couldn’t say them. You could see Liam getting sadder and sadder as the seconds ticked by and you could feel your eyes started to sting with tears.

“I’m so sorry Liam,” you chocked and he immediately rushed to comfort you. “I have to go I’m so sorry,” you sobbed, running away before he could reach you.

“Y/N, please can we talk about this?” he yelled after you but you ignored him, running straight inside and up to your flat.

Louis (His POV) – “Hey, it’s me again. This is like the millionth time I’ve called you…is everything okay? I’m worried about you. Call me back when you get this,” I hung up the phone and sighed before staring at the screen for a few minutes hoping for a call or a text but nothing came.

It had been nearly a week since I’d last heard from or spoken to Y/N and that was so unlike us, we rarely ever went a single day without speaking so I was starting to get more and more worried that something had happened to her, especially considering the fact that she said she wasn’t feeling well the last time I had seen her. I thought about going to her flat and checking to see if she was okay but part of me wondered if she wasn’t actually ill and was just avoiding me. I had to get someone else to check on her. I dialed Niall’s number and he answered on the first ring.

“Alright mate, how’s it going?” he answered happily.

“Fine, look Niall are you busy today?” I asked quickly.

“No, how come?” he chirped.

“I was wondering if you could do me a favor and go and see if Y/N’s okay…” I asked and he chuckled.

“Yeah of course I can’t but isn’t she your best friend? Why don’t you check?” he questioned me and I sighed.

“Well last time I saw her she said she wasn’t feeling well and rushed me out the door… I can’t decide if she actually wasn’t feeling well or if I’ve done something to annoy her. So, if you check and see that she’s okay… that means she’s ignoring me,” I replied, feeling really anxious as I worried about what I possibly could have done wrong.

Your POV – The doorbell to your flat rang and you shuffled through to answer it. “Who is it?” you asked, cautiously.

“It’s Niall!” you heard a think Irish accent muffled by the door between the two of you. You unlocked the door and smiled broadly at him.

“Hey! What’s up?” you asked.

“I brought you some soup,” he gestured to the container in his hand, “Louis told me that you weren’t feeling well last week?” he asked and you stared at him for a second before nodding vigorously.

“Oh yeah! I was really, really sick, but I’m better now… kind of,” you lied and he raised an eyebrow at you for a second but then shrugged it off and smiled.

“So, can I come in?” he asked and you nodded.

“Of course!” you stepped aside to let him inside and you spent a good hour or so chatting away and catching up before he finally brought him up.

“So, Louis’ been kind of worried about you… said you’ve been dodging his calls, ignoring his messaged, that type of thing,” he said as he took a sip from his mug of tea.

“What? Don’t be ridiculous; of course I haven’t been ignoring him! So how are rehearsals going for the tour?” you asked, trying to change the subject without arousing too much suspicion and it seemed to work because Niall immediately started chatting away happily about the tour and how excited he was.

His POV – My phone started vibrating and I practically flew across the room to get it in the hopes that it would be Y/N finally returning my messages but I sighed with disappointment when I saw Niall’s name flashing across my screen.

“Alright mate,” I answered as happily as I could.

“Hey! I just left Y/N’s place,” he began and I interrupted him, firing question after question down the phone.

“How is she? Is she better or is she still sick? Is she ignoring me?” I finally paused to let him speak.

“She’s not sick mate… I don’t think she ever was to be honest! And as soon as I brought you up she changed the subject, she denied that she ignored your messages and everything. Look are you sure you didn’t do anything to piss her off?” he asked and I sighed as I sat down on my couch.

“Not that I can remember… I mean, I really don’t know. Do you think I should go round there?” I asked.

“I don’t know to be honest mate, I mean, it’s worth a shot I guess?” he replied and I thanked him for his help before hanging up and heading over to Y/Ns flat. I knocked on the door and I heard her footsteps on the other side.

“Who is it?” she asked quietly and I contemplated ignoring her question with the hopes that she’d just open the door but after a few seconds I replied.

“It’s Louis,” I said quietly and after another few seconds of silence she let out a pitiful fake cough.

“Hey Louis, sorry I’m still sick… I’m not really up for any visitors,” she replied and I sighed.

“So that’s why Niall was here earlier then?” I asked only to be met with silence and finally the door clicking open a few seconds later.

“What are you doing here Louis?” she asked quietly as she stood in the doorframe, blocking me from getting into her flat.

“I came to see if you’re alright… you’ve been ignoring my calls and messages,” I muttered and she sighed.

“Yeah, I know,” she replied and I waited for an explanation but nothing came.

“Did I do someth…” I began to ask but she interrupted me.

“So how was your date last week?” she asked and my mind wandered to the blind date I’d had with a pretty boring girl the week before.

“What? It was good thank you?” I responded and she nodded her head and I could see that her eyes were full of tears. “What? Y/N? What’s wrong?” I asked and she sighed as a few tears slid down her cheeks.

“I can’t do this anymore okay?” she muttered only confusing me further.

“Do what?” I asked and she sighed.

“This whole friends with benefits thing,” she replied, looking at me with glossy eyes.

“Y/N that’s okay,” I replied, “Is that why you’re upset? Were you worried I’d be annoyed?” I asked as I tried to hug her but she pushed my arms away from her.

“Louis, you don’t understand okay? I love you,” she muttered, tears were now cascading down her cheeks. “I love you and if you have any respect for me as a friend you’ll just go because being around you right now hurts too much… I just, need some time away from you,” she chocked out a small sob and I tried to reach out for her again but she pushed the door halfway closed so I couldn’t. “I’m sorry Louis, okay? Please just go,” she muttered before closing and locking the door.

Niall (His POV) – I sulked in my room for the remainder of the night, listening hopefully for the sound of footsteps along the corridor and hoping Y/N would come back to my room but she never did so I eventually fell asleep.

I woke with a start the next morning, shocked to see it was already almost midday. I stood up from my bed and had a quick shower before putting some clothes on. I decided I was going to head to Y/N’s room and see if she wanted to grab a bite to eat and maybe try and squeeze some information out of her about what happened when she went back to Harry’s room last night… not that I was really sure I even wanted to know. I stepped into the corridor and let the door close so I could lock it and as I turned round I walked face first into a dripping wet Y/N. She was dressed in a wetsuit that clung to her perfect figure and there were grains of sand stuck to various parts of it. She was out of breath and my heart felt like it was being torn out of my chest when I looked up and saw Liam running up behind her, also dressed in a wetsuit and covered in sand.

“Niall!” she exclaimed, “I was just coming to find you! Do you want to come out for lunch with me and Liam?” she asked and I nodded slowly.

“Yeah, sounds good,” I replied, throat dry and she jumped up and down and clapped.

“Okay well I need to shower really quickly and change but let’s say we meet down in the lobby in half an hour?” she asked and I nodded slowly as her and Liam disappeared into their rooms. I waited patiently for them both to get ready and the three of us were eventually sitting in the hotel’s restaurant, Y/N and Liam on one side of the table and me on the other… alone.

“So, what were the two of you up to this morning?” I asked and Y/N chuckled as she leaned into Liam flirtatiously and placed her hand on his arm.

“Well Liam took me out for a surfing lesson and the funniest thing happened! We were running along the beach and Liam…” she rambled on but I had stopped listening, her lips were moving but I wasn’t taking in a single word she was saying. “Niall? Niall?” she snapped her fingers in my face.

“Wh-What?” I asked and she raised an eyebrow at me.

“I said, isn’t that hilarious?” she repeated herself and I nodded and forced myself to laugh.

“Yeah, very,” I muttered and she gave me a look of confusion before continuing to chat away.

“So tonight, there’s a UV paint party in a club just down the road so I was thinking… why don’t we all go?” Y/N grinned at Liam and I. Liam met her enthusiasm for the idea with even more enthusiasm as I just nodded along, in fact, I didn’t utter another word for the rest of the meal.

After we had finished eating Y/N insisted we all go shopping together and even though the idea of spending the day shopping with Y/N and Liam was awful, it wasn’t as awful as the idea of Y/N and Liam spending the day shopping alone whilst I sulked in the hotel room. So, I found myself being dragged around shop after shop as Y/N practically shone with happiness the entire time whilst I didn’t even crack a smile.

“Someone’s a little bit grumpy today,” Y/N spoke patronizingly as she poked at my face and tried to make me smile.

“I’m fine… get off,” I muttered and she put her hands on her hips and frowned at me.

“Come on Niall! You’re being so boring today! Please have fun with me!” she pouted and Liam came up behind her and copied her expression.

“Yeah Niall have fun with us!” he chuckled and I rolled my eyes.

“Look I’m going to head back to my room, I’ll see you guys later tonight,” I muttered before walking away.

Your POV – You spent ages picking an outfit for the UV paint party but you eventually decided on a pair of denim shorts and a plain white crop top, you didn’t want to wear anything you cared about getting ruined. You and Zayn took the liberty of painting cool designs on everyone with UV paint as people had a few pre-drinks in Liam’s room. You finished covering Harry in pink and orange flowers and you sighed as you looked around the room to see that Niall hadn’t turned up yet so you gathered a few tubes of paint and headed up to his room. You knocked on his door and he answered wearing a pair of sweatpants and an old t-shirt and you frowned at him.

“Why aren’t you ready?” you asked and he shrugged.

“I’m not going,” he replied as he walked back into his room and you stomped after him.

“What do you mean you’re not going? Of course, you’re going!” you grabbed his remote control off of his coffee table and turned off what he was watching and he glared at you.

“I was watching that!” he tried to reach from the remote but you stepped away so he couldn’t reach.

“I don’t care get ready! You’ve been nothing but grumpy all day! Come on Niall, I flew all this way to spend some time with my best friend,” you pouted and he scoffed loudly.

“You could have fooled me,” he folded his arms across his chest and you frowned at him.

“And what is that supposed to mean?” you asked and he shrugged.

“It means that you seem to be more interested in spending time with Liam than me,” he gave you a fake, sarcastic smile and you rolled your eyes playfully at him.

“Aww Niall! Is someone a little jealous?” you asked as you started to poke your fingers in his ribs to tickle him but he pushed your hands away and stood up and sighed angrily.

“Jealous? Of course I’m jealous!” he yelled and you raised an eyebrow at him.

“Why? You know you’re always going to be my best friend? No other boy is ever going to ch…” you began but he interrupted you.

“I don’t just want to be your best friend, Y/N, you don’t understand! Every time I look at you my heart breaks because I know that you’re never going to love me the way that I love you! And seeing the way you were with Liam today just reminded me of everything I can’t have and I don’t feel like spending the rest of my evening watching the same thing so if you don’t mind… I’m going to stay here,” he finished speaking and he was slightly breathless. You stared at him in silence for a few minutes until the door behind you was pushed open.

“Hey, are you guys coming to Harry’s room! We’re about to start drinking games?” you heard Liam speaking but no one responded. You and Niall just stared at each other for a couple of tense, silent seconds before you turned around to face Liam.

“Liam… on second thought. I’m not feeling that great,” you tried to suppress the shaking in your voice as best you could, “and neither is Niall, we both had the shrimp for lunch so… yeah, I think we’re going to give it a miss,” you replied as you walked past him and headed up to your room.

Zayn (Your POV) – “Wow… well that is… that is interesting,” Y/BF/N stared at you with wide eyes after you finished telling her about the eventful night you had had with Zayn.

“I know,” you said biting on one of your fingernails.

“So, you just… threw him out of your house no discussion or anything?” she asked and you nodded. “Wow…” she muttered and then went silent for a few seconds, “harsh,” she muttered and you stood up and started pacing around the room.

“What am I going to do? This is Zayn we’re talking about? I’ve known him since I was a child,” you ran your fingers through your hair in frustration and Y/BF/N shrugged her shoulders.

“You’ve gotten yourself into a complicated situation Y/N I’m not going to sugar coat it,” she looked up at you and you nodded, “if you want my honest opinion, you are an idiot for even sleeping with him in the first place, these kinds of arrangements never end well! But I can’t tell you want to do, all I know is that Zayn is a really great guy… so whatever you do, let him down easy,” she gave you a small smile and you nodded, feeling a lump forming in your throat.

Y/BF/N left your flat so you could have some time alone to figure out what you wanted to say to Zayn, you knew you still had some time before he left to meet up with the boys again for their next tour date. You wished you could tell him what he wanted to hear but you knew you couldn’t and you obviously couldn’t continue your friends with benefits arrangement but you were unbelievably scared about what was going to happen to your friendship because you were positive that it wouldn’t go back to the way it had been before.

His POV – I felt totally heartsick. I didn’t want to see anyone, I didn’t want to speak to anyone not even Y/N because seeing her face would only remind me of the cold rejection I had felt last night. I was going to go back to my parents house and spend the rest of the time I had left before I had to leave again with my family but I wasn’t up to it so I headed back to my flat. It took me hours to fall asleep; I couldn’t stop thinking about her and what could possibly be going through her mind. I had almost called her countless times as well, but always backed out before I could even hit call because I wasn’t even sure if I wanted to hear what she had to say.

I sat in my flat, watching television and counting the minutes until I got to leave London again when I heard a knock at the door. I felt my heart practically jump into my throat as I turned off my television and made my way through the hall. I pulled it open and Y/N was standing on the other side. Just seeing her face made it feel like a freight train had just driven right through my chest. It took my breath away.

“Hi…” she muttered quietly, “can I come in?” she asked and I nodded slowly as I moved aside to let her in. She walked into my living room and I followed and after a few seconds of awkward silence I finally broke it.

“Do you want something to drink? Well… I only have water because no one’s been living here for the past few months,” I let out a dry chuckle and she smiled at me.

“No, I’m okay, look Zayn why don’t we sit down and talk,” she asked and I nodded.

“Wow, that doesn’t sound good,” I mumbled and she covered her face with her hands and let out a deep sigh. She seemed to open her mouth a few times to try and speak but no words came out so I eventually decided to say something.

“Look Y/N, I’m sorry about last night… I shouldn’t have said that I… I should have said what I said,” I muttered and she nodded, looking at me with tear filled eyes. “I know we can’t obviously… do anything… anymore but nothing has to change,” I muttered and she shook her head vigorously.

“Zayn, I can’t…that’s not fair on you, we can’t keep spending time together and talking like we used to if you lo… have feelings for me,” she said, tears now spilling down her cheeks.

“Y/N, don’t be ridiculous, we’ve been friends for too long to let something this small and insignificant come between us,” I said, feeling my own voice beginning to shake.

“It’s not small and insignificant Zayn and you know it, I can see it in your eyes right now, you’re hurting and I’ve only been sitting in this room with you for five minutes… I don’t even want to know how much you’d be hurting if you had to see and speak to me all the time,” she let out a shaky breath as she hastily wiped the tears away from her face.

“Y/N… don’t do this. Yes I am in love with you but you’re also my best friend… always have been. Please don’t distance yourself or walk away from me because I promise you that will hurt a hell of a lot more,” I spoke quietly but firmly and she shook her head again.

“So, what? We’re going to carry on like nothing ever happened between us? Go back to the way it was before we ever slept together? It doesn’t work like that, I’m sorry Zayn but maybe you going away on tour for the next four months is a good thing,” she mumbled and I shook my head.

“Y/N please… I’ll swallow my feelings; I can do it. I promise” I said, desperation clear in my voice. I was lying to her, she knew it, I knew it but I couldn’t stand the thought of being separated from her. Not only because she had been my best friend for as long as I could remember but also because I loved her so much that the absence of her in my life was a thought I couldn’t even bare thinking about.

“I’m sorry Zayn,” she muttered as she stood up and headed to the door.

“Y/N stop!” I raised my voice now, “I don’t want this. Don’t act like you’re doing this for me because you’re not, this is not what I want,” I called after her as tears began to slide down my cheeks, “please don’t let me leave tonight not knowing when I’ll see or speak to you again,” I could hear how desperate and pathetic I sounded but I didn’t care anymore. She stopped at the front door and turned around to look at me before muttering,

“I’m sorry Zayn… it’s for the best,” and walking away.

You love him, but he loves her - part 2

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“Y/N?” Your name was called by an all too familiar voice, and suddenly your feet were glued to the ground. Standing in line at the coffee shop you used to love, you couldn’t bring yourself to turn and see his face, after all, it had been three months. “Y/N? Is that you?” He was closer this time, and you jumped the second his hand touched your shoulder. “Hey, Lou.” You turn around to face the boy, your eyes taking in his changed features, his hair longer since you’d last seen him. His eyes were soft, letting them take you in from top to bottom. He frowns, and theres an awkward silence. “Listen, i’m sorry I never called…” You started, feeling horrible for completely ignoring all of his worrisome texts and phone calls. When you left Harry’s birthday party, you had decided you needed to get out of London for a bit. You went straight home and packed a bag to go stay with a friend who was in Paris, and that’s where you had been for the last ninety days. Calls from the boys went unanswered, and text messages went ignored. You just couldn’t bear to hear from any of them, you needed to be alone.

“How have you been?” He doesn’t care that you gave him the could shoulder, he is more concerned with how you were handling things. Louis eyes you once more, taking in your disheveled appearance. Your clothes were loose on your thin frame, something he had noticed first. Your eyes were dull, and sunken in just slightly. The sight of you nearly broke his heart. “Been alright.” You answer truthfully, and Louis doesn’t even argue, he nods solemnly. “Harry he um..” your heart jumped just hearing his name, and suddenly your eyes searched the coffee house. “He’s not here… he’s just been really worried about you. He doesn’t understand why you wont talk to him.” A lump forms in your throat, immediately feeling a pang of guilt in your heart. Harry didn’t deserve this, he didn’t even know why you were upset. “I doubt he’ll want to talk to me again, and I wouldn’t blame him.” You grab your freshly made coffee and walk over to add some cream and sugar, Louis followed. “Talk to him.” He says, watching you sip your coffee. The barista hands him his order, and suddenly his phone vibrates in his pocket. “I’ve got to go… but we’re having a big get together tonight at my place. El will be there – lots of people, and of course the other lads… You should come.” Louis is quick to extend the invitation, knowing this would be a prime moment for everyone to see each other again.

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Where Harry likes to see y/n touch herself

As you lay there, legs openly spread. Your fingers rubbing circles around your heat as he sits in the chair opposite the bed, his bottom lip becoming swollen from the pressure of him bitting down so hard.

“Such a naughty girl.” He says lowly, letting out small grunts as your fingers find their way inside of you.

“Only for you, Daddy.” Both of your eyes widen at the words that fell from your lips. You have never called him that before but you knew from the way his emerald eyes showed a hint of darkness that it wasn’t such a bad thing.

“The fuck did you just call me?” His voice loud as he walks over to the bed, crawling towards you, his body now hovering over yours.

“It’s just slipped out I didn’t-“

“Say it again.” He orders, this sudden dominant side of Harry was sending you over the edge.

“Only for you, Daddy.” You say once again, Only this time you were pinned down by the throat, Harry’s thumb gliding over your bottom lip before pushing itself past your teeth, you look him in the eye before sucking gently cause a ‘pop’ sound when his thumb returns to your lips.

“Oh my god.” His voice cracking, “You’re the only person who has made me cum without touching me.”

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I’m SO SORRY this is late! I didn’t even realize it was Wednesday!

Here is another selection of preferences from the blog that you may or may not have known about…find something you love:

Soundtrack Series

FOUR

Steal My Girl

Ready To Run

Where Do Broken Hearts Go

18

Girl Almighty

Fool’s Gold

Night Changes

No Control

Fireproof

Spaces

Stockholm Syndrome

Clouds

Change Your Ticket

Illusion

Once In A Lifetime

Act My Age

Midnight Memories

Best Song Ever

Story Of My Life

Diana

Midnight Memories

You & I

Don’t Forget Where You Belong

Strong

Happily

Right Now

Little Black Dress

Through The Dark

Something Great

Little White Lies

Better Than Words

Why Don’t We Go There

Does He Know

Alive

Half A Heart

One Way or Another (Teenage Kicks) - The Interlude

Take Me Home

Live While We’re Young

Kiss You

Little Things

C'mon C'mon

Last First Kiss

Heart Attack

Rock Me

Change My Mind

I Would

Preferences

You Get Possessive

The Little Things

The Song That Describes Your Relationship

You Accidentally Hurt Him

You Have A Stalker

He Gets Annoyed With The Fans

Home Invasion

Friend With Benefits

You Break Up

Cute Moments

Olympic Closing Ceremony

He Breaks Up A Fight Between You And Your Friend/Sibling

You Get Injured And It’s His Fault

The TV Show He Hates Watching With You

His Family Comes Over For Dinner

He Sees You Naked For The First Time

Lyrics That Remind You Of Your Relationship

How He Shows You He Loves You

He Has A Nightmare

Embarrassing Moments

He Finds Out Because Of The Media

His Choices That You Don’t Agree With

You’re Best Friends

You Use Your “Celebrity Status” For The Wrong Reason

He Says Something He Shouldn’t When He’s Drunk Part 2

He Makes Fun Of You Over Something You Did In The Past

You’re Pregnant And He Doesn’t Want The Baby Part 2

You’re Pregnant And He Doesn’t Want The Baby

First Date

You’re Both Secretly Cheating On Each Other Part 2

You’re Both Secretly Cheating On Each Other

You’re Cheating With Another Band Member Part 2

You’re Cheating With Another Band Member

You Do Damage Control

He Drives You To Work

You’re Dating Someone Else Famous When You Meet Him For The First Time

Fans Ship You With Someone Else

You’re Pregnant and It Isn’t His

You Meet Him While On Vacation

You See A Maniped Picture Of A Fan And Him That Was Originally You And Him

You’re On Kiss Cam

You Have An Affair With Him Part 3

You Have An Affair With Him Part 2

You Have An Affair With Him

He Calls You His Wife

He Loses Something of Yours

Sex Rumors

You Catch Him In A Lie

One of the Boys Finds Dirty Pictures He Had Of You

He Takes Dirty Pictures Of You

You Intimidate The Girls At The Video Shoot

One Bad Habit You Know He Hates But He Doesn’t Say Anything About

He Takes You To Meet Your Favorite Celebrity

You Lose Something Of His

He Visits Your Hometown For The First Time

He Gets In A Fight For You

He Proposes But You Don’t Think He’s Being Serious

You Learn A Language Together

Why You Won’t Get Married

You Take Him To Watch Your College Football Team Play In The BCS National Championship

Another Guy Kisses You

You Lose Something of His

He’s Someone Else’s Celebrity Crush and You Get Jealous

What He Loves Most About You

How He Finds Out Your Biggest Secret

The Things You Two Do To Drive The Fans Crazy

One Of The Other Boys Has To Stay With You For The Week

You Go House Hunting With Him But You Aren’t Moving In With Him

The Moment You Realize You’re Famous Because of Him

He Tells You To Quit Your Job

The Media Finds Out You’re Pregnant Before You Get A Chance To Tell Him

He Asks Your Dad’s Permission To Marry You

He Goes With You On Your Family Vacation  

Management Says You’re Around Too Much

He Doesn’t Show Up For Rehearsal

His Ringtone For When You Call

You Reach Out To The Fans

You Get A Tattoo That Reminds You Of Him And He Doesn’t Know About It

He Does The Shopping While You’re At Work

He Has To Be Away Longer Than He Expected

He’s Being Reckless

You Pack His Suitcase

You Go Out With The Other Girlfriends

You Cook A Meal He Doesn’t Like

Your Best Friend Spreads Rumors

You’re Offered A Job That He Doesn’t Want You To Take

He’s Asked About You Before You Two Make It Official

You’re With Him When He Sees His Family For The First Time Since Leaving For Tour

How You Prove You Aren’t With Him For The Money or Fame

Fans Spot You Outside His House The Morning After He Returns From Tour

The Fans See You Without Makeup On

Nightly Routine

Sex On The Tour Bus

Punk Series

You Meet For The First Time

He Tries To Get You To Go Out With Him

He’s Persistent

You Agree To Go Out With Him

First Date

First Kiss

You See Him Get Upset

You Go With Him As He Gets Another Tattoo

The First “I love you”

He’s With You For Your First Tattoo

Out Of His Element

You’re Out Of Your Element

First Fight

You Make Up

Your Family Doesn’t Approve

You Break Up

You Sleep With Someone Else

You See One Another After The Break Up

You Get Back Together

You Meet His Family

He Takes Care of You While You’re Drunk

A Major Commitment

Callie

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Wedding Series #4 - Telling Someone (Harry)

Harry could barely contain the smile on his face as he walked into the pub he was meeting the boys in, wanting to tell them that you’d said yes to being his wife, something he still couldn’t quite believe no matter how many days had passed since he’d asked. It was almost unbelievable to him that soon you’d be his forever, that he’d never have to worry about losing you again.

You’d both agreed on keeping the engagement quiet so you could just enjoy the bliss that came along with being engaged. Harry didn’t want to deal with the whiplash of hate that was sure to find the both of you as soon as it was announced and he didn’t want you to deal with it either. That being said though, Harry wanted to at least tell his best mates, knowing they wouldn’t blab about it to anyone else until you and Harry were comfortable with it.

Looking around the modestly crowded bar Harry spotted Niall first, sitting at a booth further towards the back. He weaved himself around people and across the dance floor until he was sliding into the seat next to Liam, giving each of his friends a beaming smile.
“Hey lads.”
“Harry,” Louis nodded, taking a sip of his beer.
Niall slid a schooner over the table and Harry took a mouthful gratefully.
“So, I have something to tell you all.”
“What’s that mate?” Liam enquired, raising one of his eyebrows.
“She said yes.”

Harry stated it simply, watching to see the reactions as soon as the boys understood what he was saying. He looked around at all their faces, noting the same confused expression.
“Wait,” Louis said a minute later, his eyes widening slightly. “Did you ask y/n what I think you did?!”
“Asked what?” Niall cut in, scrunching up his nose.
“Did you ask her to marry you?” Liam continued, clapping Harry on the back.

Harry just nodded. “Yep, and she said yes!”

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Preference #4 – You’re friends with benefits and one of you falls in love (Part 1)

Hey everyone! Hope you enjoy this - Part 2 coming tomorrow! xoxoxox

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Harry (Your POV) – Friends with benefits. It was something you never thought you’d indulge in but after one steamy drunken night with your best friend Harry, you both decided that you had nothing to lose.

“Should I wear this, or this?” you asked Harry as you held up two dresses and he smirked at you.

“How about you wear nothing?” he teased and you rolled your eyes. You both were invited to a party that started in less than an hour yet you were still stood in Harry’s flat, nowhere near ready.

“Behave yourself Styles,” you scolded him playfully, “now which one?” you asked as you turned to face the mirror, holding up each dress against your body.

“I said, I think you should wear nothing,” he muttered, voice thick with desire as he stood up and walked towards you. He places his hands on your waist and lowered his face so his lips were almost touching your neck, his hot breath sent shivers down your spine.

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Stay (Harry)- “Change Your Ticket”

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For the third morning in a row, you woke up at 10 o’clock, in the bed next to Harry. You wished this was the way your life always was, but, unfortunately, this time tomorrow you would be back in your dorm getting ready for your classes. Expensive hotel rooms with your boyfriend while he’s touring isn’t real life. You realized that, you just wished it wasn’t the case. You flew out to meet the band on Friday, because school was out for a holiday on Monday (today). But now you have to go back, and you have only two hours before you have to be at the airport. You tried getting out of bed without Harry waking up , but you failed. “Come on, Y/N, you don’t have to go just yet.” he said as he watched you dress from the bed. “You could just stay a few more days, no one would have to know.” “I don’t think so Harry,” you say to him. “Come on, I’ll change your flight to tomorrow, one more day.” he says crawling across the bed to where you were standing, pulling you onto the bed with him.

Niall

Makes You Cry During a Fight

Louis; fights were so typical. The two of you were cut from the same cloth, which is what made some fights so intense. Both of your personalities symbolized one another and it made it damn near impossible to find common ground. This time around was just like every other; a blowout screaming match over what was nothing more than his missing sneakers. “I told you not to touch my shit.” He grumbled. “I didn’t touch your worn out, dusty, ugly adidas. For the last bloody time, Louis, I don’t know where the damn things are.” You huffed out of annoyance. “Like hell you don’t. You’re so fucking senseless you wouldn’t even know if you had! That pretty little head of yours is filled with nothing but hot air and bullshit!” He shouted as he sifted through the hall closet. Even though he was angry, you couldn’t help but get a little offended. You didn’t wanna cry because you wanted to be the hardheaded one in this argument. So as you began to start, you couldn’t help but let a few tears out. “You know I don’t like it when you make me feel small minded.” You patronized, voice sounding incredibly shaky. Louis frowned as he caught a glimpse of the sneakers. But what made him feel even more terrible was just how shitty he made you feel. So he pulled you into a little hug, though you tried to fight him off. Once you stopped, he mumbled a small apology into your hair before placing a swarm of kisses all over your face.

Harry; you loved to get Harry all worked up. He’d get mad, and he was sexy when he was mad. But this was not that kind of mad. No, this was a type of anger you weren’t familiar with. And to be honest, you were extremely frightened. He would always take it up a notch when he had a little liquor in him. Especially right now, as the veins in his forehead were practically pulsating while his voice grew louder and deeper. “You think this is funny, (Y/N)?” He boomed, sending a blood curdling chill up your arms. You quickly nodded your head no, but it didn’t even matter. He was on a full rampage all over something he knew nothing about. “It wasn’t a date, it was just to catch up baby I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. ” You spat out all at once. Just then, in a split second, a wine glass went flying across the room and crashes right against the living room wall. And that was all it took. You were scared out of your wits and you immediately broke down. Seeing you lose it like that was all Harry needed in order to sober up. “(Y/N), love.” He whispered. He ran his hands through his hair a couple times. His heart broke with every son that made way past your lips, and even he let a few tears slip by. In a second he was beside you on the floor, holding you in his arm while resting his chin on your head. “I believe you, I’m sorry. I’m so so sorry.”

Liam; some things never got old. But the cheating accusations? Yeah, those got old. The third argument was going downhill fast, and you were going in with blazing guns. Liam dating Cheryl, Liam dating this girl, Liam kissing that girl. This one broke the last straw. You were pissed. “You’re out all the time and I never know who with because everything is always a fucking secret! I look like a massive asshole right now. Do you get that?” You shouted, fists balling up in anger. You could tell he was growing more and more mad each time your voice raised an octave. His breathing pattern became shifty and halts red and it was obvious he was about to burst. The madder he got, the more you continued to babble. He got so close to the edge, and he was about a second away from exploding. And then something in you snapped. Suddenly you were speechless, and the only thing you could manage to choke out were small sobs. A few tears rolled down your cheeks, some out of frustration. Liam’s whole demeanor changed, his pursed lips turning into a small frown as he watches you cry. He hated this. He hated seeing you so mad, so distraught and in tears. It was not easy for you to stick around and deal with all the downsides of relationship, because he knew sometimes things got ugly. But he was sorry, he was always sorry. “C'mere.” He mumbled, opening his arms to you. At first you were stand off-ish and didn’t accept the offer. But after a minute you couldn’t fight it off anymore. He wrapped you in and held you close up against his chest, placing a couple kisses to your head before mumbling a string of “I love yous.”

Niall ; this was bad, probably the worst it’s been yet. His face had never been so red and you had never been so close to calling it quits. It was jab after jab from both sides, and now it was just a matter of time before someone cracks. There was no way it was about to be you. “Ya know what, fuck you (Y/N). And ya wonder why I’m always travelin. It’s to get the hell away from you!” He hollered. Wrong. It would be you. There were no stopping the tears that we’re starting to form on your waterline. Each one threatened to spill over until one actually did, then another one, and another one. You sniffled, which eventually caused Niall’s back to turn and face you instead. His harsh facial expression almost instantly softened as he saw you sniffling a bit, doing your best to wipe away your stray tears. “Ah man, (Y/N).” he started, “Fuckin hell, babygirl, don’t cry. Yer too beautiful.” He shuffled awkwardly across the kitchen till he was millimeters away from you. The sleeve of his sweater acted as a tissue as he wiped some tears away. “I’m sorry, ya know I don’t mean stupid shit I say when I’m mad. I’m just mad, so I say stupid shit. I would spend all the time in t world with ya, every second. I love you.” A/N: requested ;) come inbox me with more asks bbys

Requested: 48. “She’s still alive, she has to be.” From the prompt list, thank you for requesting! x

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Gun shots were becoming louder by the time Harry’s body hit the water. The cold temperature immediately making it harder to breathe.

“Y/N!” He shouts, his head turning in every direction in attempt to find his wife, “Fuckin’ ‘ell, baby, where are you?” He tried to call as loud as he could but the temperature of the water was slowly taking away his voice.

“Grab my hand.” a stranger shouts from a boat that had come to rescue.

“Have you seen my wife, Y/N? she’s a nurse, she has too be on here, right?” Harry says once a blanket is wrapped around his shaking body.

“I haven’t seen any nurses aboard yet, I’m sorry.” He gives a sympathetic nod before walking away to help another soldier. 

“Have you seen this woman?” He would ask strangers the same question, holding up a photograph of her, only to receive the same answer.

letting out a sigh, he takes a seat upon the front of the ship, the wind blowing through his short hair as he looks out into the distance, he was going home but not with the person he left with. He felt guilty for allowing Y/N to pursue her career as a nurse, if he had of known this was going to happen he wouldn’t have allowed for her to step foot on the previous ship.

She’s still alive, she has to be.” He whispered to himself, a single tear falling from his cheeks, “Stay strong, my love, I’ll find you.”

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Here is yet another selection of preferences from the blog that you may or may not have known about…find something you love:

Soundtrack Series

FOUR

Steal My Girl

Ready To Run

Where Do Broken Hearts Go

18

Girl Almighty

Fool’s Gold

Night Changes

No Control

Fireproof

Spaces

Stockholm Syndrome

Clouds

Change Your Ticket

Illusion

Once In A Lifetime

Act My Age

Midnight Memories

Best Song Ever

Story Of My Life

Diana

Midnight Memories

You & I

Don’t Forget Where You Belong

Strong

Happily

Right Now

Little Black Dress

Through The Dark

Something Great

Little White Lies

Better Than Words

Why Don’t We Go There

Does He Know

Alive

Half A Heart

One Way or Another (Teenage Kicks) - The Interlude

Take Me Home

Live While We’re Young

Kiss You

Little Things

C'mon C'mon

Last First Kiss

Heart Attack

Rock Me

Change My Mind

I Would

Over Again

They Don’t Know About Us

Summer Love

She’s Not Afraid

Loved You First

Nobody Compares

Still The One

Truly, Madly, Deeply

Irresistible

Up All Night

What Makes You Beautiful

Preferences

Trust Issues

They Compliment Your Relationship

Actually, Tell Everyone

Someone Tries To Break You Up

The Other Side of Fame

Faking It

More Than A Girlfriend

Going Out Of His Way

Sneaking Around

The Boyfriend Challenge - Halloween Edition

Keeping Busy While He’s Away

You Don’t React The Way They Think You Should

You’re Too Much Alike

Out With One Of The Other Boys

Supporting Him While He’s Away

He Isn’t Where He’s Supposed To Be

He Stays With You

Management Asks A Favor

Can’t Stay Away

He Surprises The Fans With How He Treats You

You Bring Him Back To Reality

He Ignores You

You’re Asked To Leave

It Isn’t What It Looks Like

Destructive Relationship

Story Of Your Life

Maintaining Your Independence

Spending Time With His Family

You Meet Him On Tour

Long Distance

A Fan Throws Herself At Him

You Call Him Crying

He Calls You Fat - Part 2

He Calls You Fat

The Media Gets It Wrong

Exam Week

Weedgate - A Private Video Gets Leaked

Early Morning Wakeup

Graduation

Flight Delay

You Elope

You Cheat After A Fight

He Catches You Cheating

Drunk Marriage In Vegas

He Mentions You In An Interview

You Marry Someone Else

He Sees You At Your Worst

He Cheats With You

You’re The Reason They Break Up

You See Him With His New Girl

Once Upon A Time

He Confronts You About The Cheating Allegations

He Realizes He’s In Love With You

Fans See You With Lux

You’re Only Together For The Summer

Mile High Club

He Catches You Doing Something Childish

He Gets You Upset When Your Famous Ex Mentions You In An Interview

He Sees You With Your New Man

He Flies Out To See You

He Embarrasses You

He Breaks Up A Fight You Are In

You Comfort Him

He Supports You

Punk Series

You Meet For The First Time

He Tries To Get You To Go Out With Him

He’s Persistent

You Agree To Go Out With Him

First Date

First Kiss

You See Him Get Upset

You Go With Him As He Gets Another Tattoo

The First “I love you”

He’s With You For Your First Tattoo

Out Of His Element

You’re Out Of Your Element

First Fight

You Make Up

Your Family Doesn’t Approve

You Break Up

You Sleep With Someone Else

You See One Another After The Break Up

You Get Back Together

You Meet His Family

He Takes Care of You While You’re Drunk

A Major Commitment

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Preference #1 - How You Met

Hii everyone! I’m Nadine, I used to have a fanfic blog on here a few years ago but deleted it. I’ve decided to start again completely from scratch, going to completely rework some of my old stuff and also write some new stuff - I’m always open to suggestions! Hope you enjoy this! :) xoxoxox

Harry (His POV) – My bandmates and I all whooped and hollered as a small, pretty bar maid placed half a dozen ice cold bottles of champagne on our table. She gave a nervous giggle and waved awkwardly as she backed away but not before Louis could tactfully slip a fifty pound note into her hand, “thanks love,” he winked at her and she beamed back at him.

“Right lads,” Liam piped up as he picked up one of the bottles and began twisting off the metal wire that held the cork in place, “I think we deserve a proper celebration tonight, we’ve had a number one album, two number one singles and a sold-out world tour since the start of the year so let’s make this New Year’s Eve one we’ll never forget,” he hooted as he popped the cork out of the bottle and began spraying us all with drops of sweet, icy champagne.

As I reached forward to pick up an empty glass, my eyes flickered up as a large party entered the club, letting an icy breeze through the front door as they did. I closed my eyes momentarily and took a deep breath, savoring the few seconds of relief from the warm, humid atmosphere enveloping me. I opened my eyes again as Liam poured some champagne into my glass, clumsily allowing most of it to spill onto the floor. At that moment, a group of girls wandered past our table, chatting and laughing as they went.

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1D Imagines Masterlist

I’m trying to organize…

Not Now Niall

Not Now Niall Pt 2

It’s Time Pt 2

Backstage (Liam)

Backstage (Harry)

Backstage (Zayn)

Road Trip

Twitcam

Why Don’t They Like Me

Shopping

Happy Birthday Styles

Interview

You’re Beautiful

Important Things

Jealous Much?

Over Again

Take Care of You

Voicemail

Marry Me?

Persistent

Persistent Pt 2

Tic Tac Toe

Will You Be My Plus One?

You Drive Me Bananas 

Fun In The Sun

Finals Week

…Fight

…And Make Up

Shut Up And Drive

Shut Up And Drive Pt 2

You’re Safe With Me

Room 401

Forbidden Fruit

Forbidden Fruit Pt 2

Forbidden Fruit Pt 3

Forbidden Fruit Pt 4

Let’s Climb

Voulez-Vous Coucher Avec Moi?

Hate Me Later

Hate Me Later Pt 2

Hate Me Later Pt 3

Waiting Game

Car Accident

Forgive Me

Silent Treatment  (Niall)

Silent Treatment (Louis)

Silent Treatment (Harry)

Silent Treatment (Liam)

Jealous Much? (Harry)

Jealous Much? Pt 2 (Harry)

Jealous Much? Pt 3 (Harry)

Jealous Much? Pt 4 (Harry)

Jealous Much? Pt 5 (Harry)

Big Brother

Trouble

Trouble Pt 2

Ghost On The Dance Floor

crushcrushcrush

In Between

I’ll Wait

Temporary Fix

The Bartender 

Rebloggable Masterlist

Friendly reminder that I am NOT taking requests atm

All Preferences

#1 He Wants a Threesome with Another Girl (Smut)

#2 A Day at the Beach (Visual)

#3 His Favorite Lingerie (Visual) [Plus Sized]

#4 He Tweets a Workout Picture & You Reply (Visual)

#5 You’re an Actor & He Helps You Rehearse

#6 Victoria’s Secret Angel

#7 Weight Loss

#8 Your Talent

#9 Another Band Member Gets Flirty

#10 (Requested) He Has a Stomach Ache

#11 (Requested) He Gets Carsick

#12 He’s Teased for Your Modelling

#13 

#14 Telling Him You’re Pregnant

#15 (Requested) Rainy Sunday

#16 Telling His Family You’re Pregnant

#17 Twitter Pregnancy Announcement (Visual)

#18 (Worldwide Writer’s) Honeymoon

#19 Complimented When You Feel Insecure

#20 Trauma (Trigger Warning) [Alternative Version]

#21 You’re a Rape Survivor (Trigger Warning) [Part 2]

#22 Loud (Smut)

#23 “I told you…”

#24 “Genius”

#25 (Requested) Trauma Alternative (Trigger Warning) [Original]

#26 (Requested) Rape Survivor Continuation (Trigger Warning) [Original]

#27 Something Old, Something New, Something Borrowed, Something Blue

#28 Outfit That Turns Him On

#29 His Kink (Smut)

#30 The Boys Ask about Your Sex Life

#31 His Favorite Lingerie (Plus Sized) [Original]

#32 (Requested) Rape Survivor P3 (Trigger Warning) [Original] [Part 2]

#33 New York Fashion Week


Parenthood Series

Telling Him You’re Pregnant

Telling His Family

Twitter Announcement (Visual)


Model Series

VS Angel

He’s Teased for Your Modelling (Visual)

NYFW


One Shots and Blurbs

Harry One Shots

Teach Me a Lesson (Light Smut)

(Requested) Pull my Hair (TMAL Continuation - Smut)

Lost Time (Smut)

(Requested) Three Sheets 

Liam One Shots

Birthday Boy Becomes a Birthday Toy (Smut)

My Muse (Smut)

Niall One Shots

Talk French-y to Me (Smut)

(Requested) I’m No Princess (Smut)

(Requested) Silent Treatment (Smut & Light Fluff?)

Study Break (Light Smut)

(Requested) Fallen Angel (Frat!Niall Smut)

(Requested) What Once Was 

(Requested) Just Something About It

(Requested) Back to Heaven (Angel Series P2 - Smut)

(Requested) What He Couldn’t Have (Smut)

(Requested) Diffident (Smut)

(Requested) Move Heaven and Earth (Angel Series P3)

(Requested) What He Needed to Prove (What He Couldn’t Have Continuation - Smut)

Louis One Shots

(Requested) Tough and Tender (Smut & Fluff)

BoyxBoy One Shots

Jolene (Lirry Smut)


Angel Series

(AKA Frat!Niall Series)

Fallen Angel (Smut)

Back to Heaven (Smut)

Move Heaven and Earth


Headcanons

(Pref 18 was posted on another account but was written by me) :)

You fell in love with him the moment you laid eyes on him. The way his eyes glistened when he saw you, the smile he’d show when you told him you loved him and the laugh he’d give when you told an awful joke. You two were inseparable from the moment you first met each other, never spending a moment alone. You both always had to be touching one another and you were okay with that. You two were completely in love. They key word being ‘were’

It all started when the band broke up. Although it was Harry’s idea, he didn’t like being alone. He was so used to having the boys around that he forgot what it felt like to be by himself. You were always at home while he traveled the world, but when he was with you it was always arguments, everything you would do would cause an irreverent argument, there was nothing you could do to make him happy anymore and you knew that. But for some reason, you both ended up in each others arms at the end of the day, whether it be out of love or just to feel wanted, you didn’t know. But what you did know was that Harry had fallen out of love with you, but couldn’t bare to be alone. 

a happy family.

um yeah hi this is a lil harry (styles) pref i wrote

ship: harry x reader
rating: T (for suggestive themes, kinda.)

based on these prompts:

33. I think we should have another

37. Twins? We’re… we’re having twins?!

75. Did I stutter?


“I think we should have another” Your husband Harry, whispers to you, pressing a kiss to your temple as you gaze adoringly at your one year old son sleeping in his crib. You turn around to face him, leading him out of the room so you can speak without whispering. “Already? Luca’s first birthday was a week ago!” You had planned to have another baby in a few years, but not this soon. Harry sighs, running his hand through his hair. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to spring it on you like that, but well… I’ve got baby fever, as they say.” You giggle as you recall how ever since he found out you were pregnant he bought loads of pregnancy books, read parenting blogs, and doted on you every second of every minute of every hour of every day. Once Luca was born, Harry spent as much time as possible with you and his son, even taking a few months away from his music to be with his family. “What’re you laughing about?” Harry asks, tilting his head to one side and looking at you inquisitively. “Oh, nothing.” You smile up at him. “I’ll think about it.” He kisses your forehead and you sigh contentedly. “I love you, Y/N. Let’s go to bed.”

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