his outfit contrasts with his hair and face so much

Picture Perfect (pt. 2)

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Reader x Yoongi

Plot: After finding yourself in the same situation day after day, a stranger with a camera happens to change up everything with just a snap of a button and a lot of misunderstandings.

Genre: Drama/Romance

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“You’re Way Too Sentimental For Me.”

Your description totally fits Min Yoongi.”

Those were the words that dear Hoseok had managed to choke out right almost ironically before the devil himself decided that today was the day that I would go straight to hell. Out of all the bars in this town, out of every bar in the world, he decided that it was a bright idea to come to this one.

“If you actually think you can talk to me, I will scream.” I threatened. “And I scream really, really loud.”

Right after I spotted the man I fantasized about getting hit by a car on several occasions in several different ways, it seemed as though all my bad karma was coming back to bite me right in the ass because Taehyung and Yoongi got up from the table and walked over to where Hoseok and I were sitting.

Hey Y/N, I know you two haven’t met before, so I wanted to introduce you to a close friend of mine.” Taehyung had a smile almost brighter than the damn sun as he offered introductions between Yoongi and I. “Yoongi, this is Y/N. Y/N this is Min Yoongi.” He clasped his hands together as if he waiting for us to bow or shake hands or something along those lines – something I was definitely not willing to comply to.

A flash of recognition erupted through his eyes when they landed on me, though he managed to keep a straight face that was unreadable. After giving a long stare that seemed to last for minutes he gave a small smile before turning back to Taehyung. His outfit of black was a shocking contrast to his blonde hair that I had come to hate so much, and his soft brown eyes seemed to dare me to rip them right out his sockets. “We’ve met before,” he laughed lightly, “she’s a real charmer from I could tell.”

I wanted to reach out and strangle the smugness out of his voice. This whole thing seemed to be too good to be true, and I considered dousing myself in Hoseok’s ice water to see if I could manage wake up from this nightmare happening right before my eyes. I clenched my hands into tight fists to try and calm down my increasing heart rate and reminded myself that ripping the hair out of his scalp would only cause problems that my paycheck probably wouldn’t cover.

Sitting down across from us, he graciously patted the spot next to him to motion for Taehyung to join him without even asking us if it was okay – which of course, wasn’t. Did he even know boundaries? “Here to finish me off?” He mocked, lacing his fingers together to form a seat for his chin.

“Wait, how do you two know each other?” Taehyung curiously looked between us quickly, trying to fit non-existent puzzle pieces together in his head. “Yoongi doesn’t live here and Y/N never goes out of her house.”

“What gives?” I gasped as Hoseok slyly agreed with the comment, chuckling. “I’m not a fucking hermit, I have a life. I’m out with you guys and someone I’d gladly shove a fork down their throat.”

“I didn’t live here, mind you.” Yoongi corrected, ignoring my comment, as he reached out to grab his drink. His eyes never left me, and I felt almost cornered as they burned holes into me, making me more nervous than I should have been. Maybe it was just me, but it seemed as though everyone’s main concern was to see how many times they could point out the lack of social activities I attended.

“What happened between you guys?” Taehyung continued to push and concerned now dripped from his voice. “Did you guys date before or something?”

Yoongi choked on his drink as my jaw dropped in horror. How could anyone assume that I would date someone as egotistical as this brat that sat right before me? “Hell no. She’s got about as much charm as a slug.” He spat out, wiping his mouth with his sleeve.

I worked the muscles in the jaw, trying to distract myself from biting his hand off. Taehyung visibly stiffened beside him and his eyes widened while Hoseok’s energy shifted from light and happy to dark and guarded almost instantly. The table had a cloud of awkward engulf the conversation and everyone went silent, not knowing how to react or what to say next.

“You know, I love it when people insult me. It means I don’t have to play the nice guy anymore.” I shook my head in repulsion and began to gather my things, “I need to go the bathroom, so if you would please excuse me.” I didn’t know if I was going to come back or not, since the mood had been spoiled and I really didn’t want to see or converse with Yoongi. I could be spending my time finishing a book I’d been meaning to, or doing the dishes that was higher than the Eiffel Tower, or literally anything else than sitting here in a sweaty bar trying not to have a violent outrage because some spoiled dick was trying to see if he could push my buttons.

“No, wait Y/N… don’t leave.” Taehyung suddenly spoke up before I had the chance to walk away. His pleading eyes met mine and guilt spread throughout me like wild fire. “We never get to see you.”

My heart dropped into my stomach and what little pride I had left went running out the front door. It was true, I never got to see any of my friends. I was usually too busy working or trying to catch up on sleep to have any time to myself let alone friends or a fun outing, and the little time I did have was spent walking around the stupid parks to clear my mind.

“Yeah Y/N, come on, we miss you. Just stay a little while longer and hang out with us for once. We know your dumb excuses.” Hoseok pipped up finally as he grabbed onto my wrist, tugging at it lightly. I sighed inwardly and hesitantly slumped back down into my seat, giving up.

“Fine, but I really do have to leave soon. I have to work in the morning and all that adult jazz.” I forced a smile to plant itself onto my face, planning to keep it there the rest of the night that I knew was going to be very, very long.


After the most awkward and agonizing night I had ever experienced in my life, I thought that that would be the last time I would ever have to see Min Yoongi again. I was actually glad that I had basically no social life because, hey, if I wasn’t out of the house that meant that I wouldn’t see him. No Yoongi equaled no unnecessary stress, meaning no unnecessary early wrinkles or gray hairs.

Well let’s say I was wrong.

Really, really wrong.

It seemed everywhere I went he was somehow there, almost as if he was stalking me like I was his next meal… or the next girl he kidnapped and murdered in his basement. If I bought groceries we ended up bumping into each other in the same aisle, and if I happened to go to the movies well, I guess he was in the mood for a show too. But it didn’t just stop there, oh no… I found him lurking outside of my apartment building one night. That was the final straw with me, and I was honestly surprised with my supply of hay I had for the guy.

“Dude, what the fuck?” I questioned lowly, walking up to where he was leaning against the concrete wall. I was only just now returning from my shift, but it would have been a beautiful night out if it wasn’t ruined by a special someone who just loved to follow me around.

He turned his head and scoffed, “What do you mean, ‘what the fuck’? I should be asking you that.” Rolling his eyes, he turned his attention back to his phone.

“Why would you do that? This is my apartment, you know, and I find it just a little weird that you seem to be loitering right outside of where I live.” I crossed my arms, already wanting this conversation to end.

“Well, sorry sweetheart, but I didn’t actually know that. So don’t give an attitude because I already have one of my own, thanks.” He formed a tight smile and roughly shoved his phone in pocket.

“You’re one more snarky remark from starting World War III, I really hope you know that buddy.” Sighing, I rubbed my hand down my face. Why did this always have to happen at the most inconvenient time? All I wanted was to continue my happy little life I was living and never have to deal with Yoongi ever again. I must have done something incredibly stupid and bad in my past life to deserve the torture I was getting now.

“I wish you’d just stop and realize how loud you are being since I would like to confirm that I don’t care. That, and the fact that it’s almost one in the morning Y/N.” He mumbled, tiredly leaning his head back to look up.

I didn’t really want to mutter back a response, so I also turned my attention upwards. It really was a beautiful night – even if he had to be here. The planets and stars twinkled brightly in the cloudless abyss, and the only wind was a slight breeze enough to keep it from being deadly silent. The weather here was rarely like this, so it was an amazing break from constant cloud cover and wind that would sweep away a small child. I wanted to bask in the beauty of it, and would have if it wasn’t almost almost one.

Wait, what?

“What did you say?” I spat out. Was it actually almost one in the morning? How had my shift lasted that long? Sure I spent some time afterwards helping clean up but I couldn’t have wasted almost two whole hours. The place was trashed, but could it really have been hoarder level? Inwardly cringing, I cursed my boss for having me come back into shop in (now) almost six hours.

“I said it’s almost -”

“Nevermind, I heard you. I gotta go.” I rustled through my bag for my keys as I hap-haphazardly toppled up the steps to the building, leaving Yoongi behind, alone with his thoughts and the night sky.


Yoongi scrunched up his nose, “I think this coffee is a little too bitter.”

“No, I think that’s just you.”

Somehow the following day after the stargazing incident, Yoongi had found the diner I worked at and made himself right at home. I guess I couldn’t blame the guy, since the only other restaurant in this whole town was half torn down and risked giving the customers food poisoning on a daily basis. At least this place was sanitary and the food wasn’t half bad.

“Well, as far as I know,” he set the mug down and cocked an eyebrow up, “I’m delightful.”

I groaned, leaning forward to hit my head on the table we were seated at. It was towards the end of the workday and I was willing to do anything to just get a few minutes of a break – even going as far as pretending I wanted to talk with Yoongi. No one else was in here – big surprise – and my only other options were either cleaning the bathroom or moping the floor since I was only a waitress. I now regretted not taking up a cooking class or taking the offer to be a cashier.

“You know Y/N, we really need to talk about your life choices.” I lifted my head, mustering up the dirtiest look I could come up with.

“And why would that be?” I asked, uninterested. “I really don’t need your judgment, nor do I care about it.”

“All I’m saying is that it’s amazing that you actually took a job here.” He taunted, daring to give me a smug smile. “Is the pay really that good?”

I returned the look, “I hope one day you accidentally choke on all that shit you talk.”

“I could have sworn I was having a conversation with an adult here, not some bratty pre-teen.”

“Oh step off your damn high horse already Min Yoongi,” I seethed, “the worst thing you can do is stare.”

“You keep thinking that I care… that’s weird.” He actually had the audacity to laugh at me. Suddenly the bathrooms didn’t seem like such a bad place to be, either way I’d be dealing with shit. Slumping his shoulder down after a small bout of chuckles, he sighed deeply. “Just thought I’d offer my opinion on something that interested me.”

“What a shitty way of showing you ‘care’.” I rolled my eyes, counting the minutes I had left before I could leave in my head. “Why are you even interested in my job? I thought you just said that you could care less.”

“Because I’m interested about you.”

That caught me off guard. My eyes widened slightly as my body was physically taken aback by this bold statement that came out of nowhere. “What the hell does that mean?”

His mouth straightened out in annoyance, “It means that if I had to be stuck in a room with nothing and no one but you, I wouldn’t totally want to commit suicide or homicide.” If this was a joke, he was an amazing actor because this would be the last thing I would ever expect out of him.

“Supply me with some ear plugs and eight cups of coffee and I could say the same.”

“See?” He splayed his hand out across at me, “You actually have a form of self-respect. Most girls who speak to me let me step all over them without even stopping a second to think about the things I say to them. Frankly it truly bores me.”

“So…” I tried to put the pieces together as he yawned into his fist, “I don’t bore you, because I actually know when someone’s being a dick or not?” He responded with a simple nod before taking another sip of coffee. I found it funny that the most confusing thing in this whole conversation was that he was drinking caffeine at almost ten at night.

Shaking my head, I dismissed my thoughts and pushed forward with the awkward conversation, “That has got to be probably the worst pick-up line I’ve ever heard.”

“You thought that was a pick-up line?” He mused, “Sweetheart the amount of alcohol I would need to even consider actually sleeping with you would kill me.” My jaw dropped. “But I do have to say that the only unflattering thing about you happens to be your personality.”

There’s the Yoongi I knew. I had to be honest, his remarks confused me. Throw me down and then lowkey flatter me? This had to be the worst method of flirting I had experienced in my life, and now it happened to be the last time I’d ever have to hear it like this.

“Look, Yoongi,” I rubbed my eyes, “I don’t need to explain myself to anybody, especially not you. My personal life really should phase or concern you in any way. Please ask yourself who you are to me.” I looked up at him, and it almost made me laugh with the way he was at a loss for words, “See? Nobody.” I stood up, actually wanting to return to work for once.

“Hey. Stop.” I turned my head to see him frown. “Sorry.”

I slumped back down into the seat, “You know, insincere apologies are really lame.”

“Yeah, but it’s the best I got.” He responded with a smile that barely showed his teeth. “I know I’m a dick,” he began slowly, “but you’re also a dick so I thought we could actually somehow get along. I just moved here and the only guy I get along with is Taehyung, so I’d hope you understand that I’d like to broaden my horizon.”

“Well, I’m really not the most sociable person, you heard Taehyung chew my head off the other night.” I laughed.

“Why don’t you get out much though?” He questioned, “I mean, I know you have a job that probably works you to death but on your days off all you do is slump around?”

I bit my lip since that’s basically all I did. “Well, I guess I study?” I instantly regretted opening up about my private life to him, because his face lit up and I could see the questions swarming around in his head.

“Study what? We’re already out of school and it doesn’t exactly look like you’re going to college.”

“I’m saving up.” I muttered under my breath, but it was loud enough so that he could hear me.

“What are you gonna go for?”

“Ah… That’s a secret.” I replied after being silent for a few seconds. I had never really talked about me continuing school – I hadn’t even told any of my friends about it. Maybe it was because they’d laugh at me for being a nerd, or it could be that everyone would insist it was impossible since the only college remotely close was a three hour drive from here.

“Anyways, are you an actual photographer, or are you going for the hipster look?” I tried to change the subject, since I wasn’t exactly comfortable talking about my future with what I could still consider a stranger.

“I’ll let that last remark slide this time, but in all seriousness it’s just a hobby of mine.” He picked up his cup again, cupping it with both hands. “I thought about doing it for real when I was younger, but the older I got the more I realized it’s kind of impossible.” A sad laugh emitted from him.

“Why were you taking a picture of that fountain?” I quickly pounced on the opportunity. “It’s basically just a bunch of rocks now.” The question had been on my mind for a while now, and this could be my only chance to get to the answer.

“Well, I only take pictures of things I love,” he took a sip, “and that pile of rocks stood out to me.”

“Sorry to sound ignorant and all, but how did that stand out to you?”

“It had the message that even old things – old, broken things – could still be considered breathtaking.” He rolled his eyes as if the answer was obvious.

“You’re way too sentimental for me.”


We’d left on a good note in my opinion, and he had even left me a five dollar tip. Sadly, I had to actually scrub the bathroom and mop the floors since my “break” was “too long”, and it was considered my “punishment”. The entire time I cleaned toilets and dunked a broom in soapy water, all I could think about was how I could sneak dish water into my bosses drinks for the next two weeks to make up for me staying for another two hours. The only good news I had was that tomorrow I didn’t have to come in.

Walking home I daydreamed about sleeping in and binge-watching all my favorite TV shows to finally catch up. Even just the thought of no alarm made my feet leave the ground. It was my first off day in a few weeks, and I was going to spare no expense to make sure that I was to damn well enjoy it.

That was until I saw Min Yoongi outside of apartment… again.

“Well, well…” I taunted, slowing down my pace, “look who’s back again.” He looked up at me, offering a weak smile and a small wave. “How long have you been standing here?”

“Longer than you’d like.” He sighed, ruffling his hair. The wind picked up, scattering leaves and stirring up dust. The weather had said nothing about a late night storm, but the last time the reports were actually right made me doubtful of a nice night.

“Why are you here again?” I wrapped my coat around me a little tighter to try and keep myself from freezing off a limp. The temperature was dropping way too quick and I all I could keep thinking about was making myself a cup of hot chocolate and passing out in my living room.

“I’m looking for a place…” he bit his lip, “mine kind of blew up.”

anonymous asked:

Okay but can you imagine seven helping zen cross dress and surprising mc ;)

Thanks for the request aaaaaaah perfect!!
Sorry for the delay I’m super busy work wise right now!
Sorry it isn’t that detailed, if you want more of anything please let me know, really sorry things are hectic right now! ❤

ALSO if you wanted this to become more nsfw please feel free to re-request and specify, sorry! I didn’t think about it until I just posted it ha~

💋Zen knows he’s gonna look stunning. When doesn’t he? He just wants to look ~surprising~. Something MC said made it seem like this would be a lot of fun and get a high kiss payout!

💋When these boys commit? They commit. Zen’s an actor after all, no half measures! Him and 7 spend ages finding the perfect dress that will fit Zen’s height.

💋Originally they were trying to find something ~saucy~, a cocktail dress, silver and sequiny, sexy, with lots of leg and back on show…. but when they tried them on while he did manage to pull them off it didn’t give the right vibe.. Zen wanted MC to double take!

💋end up going for something with frills and layered skirts to give curves in all the right places! A Lolita type dress! Zen was going to choose one with a lot of white, but 7 said red would be a great contrast with his hair and Zen had to agree!

💋7 would agree to help only on the condition that there be lots of selfies together in their new outfits. Zen was reluctant at first but by the time they were actually trying everything on he was having so much fun that he didn’t mind at all.

💋Zen spends a lot of time in makeup for his job, and is always interested in watching how they work and talking to them so he’s picked up a lot of tips! He knows how to soften his and Seven’s face and make it look much more feminine.

💋Needless to say, as soon as 7 realises how amazing at it Zen is, give or take the odd mistake and retry, he sets his laptop up to record so he can teach himself how to be ~an extra saucy maid~

💋 7 REAAALY wants Zen to come do his makeup and help him get his tone of voice right to see if he can trick Vanderwood and Yoosung into thinking he really is a girl, even in person.

💋The two of them are probably prancing around 7s place listening to the most feel good, empowering songs they can think of.

💋 7 asks Zen to kiss and sign a photo once his lipstick is on and he happily obliges although if he ever finds it on the Internet Zen says he’ll never share any makeup or long hair tips again.

💋honestly? The original plan was to have MC arrive and for 7 to say he had a friend round, and tadaaaaaa! But they were having so much fun relaxing and styling wigs/Zen’s hair into like cute curls and waves etc, taking dramatically posed selfies (pouts everywhere! Coy shots! All sorts!) that when MC actually arrived they walked in on 7 keeled over laughing, his skirt halfway up his thigh and makeup smeared all over his face, while Zen strutted around in heels singing and dancing along to Hips Don’t Lie.

💋the whole thing would be really a nice experience, very relaxed! I think through the experiements in finding the perfect outfit Zen would decide not that he liked ~cross dressing~ exactly, but that he could absolutely 100% look killer in a crop top and shorts and therefore why deny the world that sight?!

anonymous asked:

Ooooh, a new KnB imagine blog! :D I wish you all the best in running this blog! ^__^ I was wondering whether you can write a drabble about Akashi going on his first "normal" date with his s/o. I look forward to reading more your work! <3

omg thank you so much :”> okay let’s start this “normal” date

As you finished up the final touches of your outfit, you heard a knock on the door. Your heart was beating like crazy inside your chest and your palms began to sweat as you opened the front door. There he stood looking casual and formal all at the same time with his white buttoned up shirt and dress pants. His red hair glowed underneath the dim light and was a stark contrast against his paler face.

“Are you ready, ____-chan?” Akashi’s voice that always sent chills down your spine spoke up. You nodded eagerly and took his outstretched hand. You were high, high up in cloud nine.

That was until you saw the stretched limo parked right outside your door. Some people even stopped to take pictures. Oh God. “Uh, Akashi, what is that?”

“That is our ride for tonight, of course. I wanted to take the longer one but, unfortunately, my father is using it. I hope it is alright.” Alright? You almost choked out.

Taking in a deep breath, you told him. “We don’t need to take a limo. I mean, I would be happy with just walking.”

“Nonsense,” he scoffed. “Only the best for you. Come, we’ll be having dinner after the helicopter ride.”

You sputtered, “What? Helicopter? Where did that even come from?”

“Would you prefer a private plane instead? I could—“

“No, no. Akashi. Oh God, we don’t need to do anything that fancy. Come on. I’ll take the lead tonight.” You grinned at him cheekily and he raised an eyebrow suspiciously but with a threatening look as well. “Come on.” You took his hand and began to walk down the street. You soon led him into your favorite diner. It wasn’t crowded that night so the lady was able to get you a table real quick.

After a brief look at the menu and order, the food arrived in front of you. You licked your lips at the sight of the scrumptious burger with cheese dripping down the meat and the freshly toasted bun. When you glanced up to see Akashi, he was blinking profusely at his meal. “What is this?”

“That is a burger.”

He scowled, “I know that. But it’s terribly greasy and unhealthy.”

“It’s good to have a balance of unhealthy and healthy once in a while.” You grinned before lifting the burger to your mouth and taking a huge bite out of it. He watched you eat curiously and you grinned while chewing. He soon followed suit and you saw the way his eyes lit up with the first taste of the saltiness of the cheese and the slight sweetness of the bun. “Good, right?”

“Perhaps we should go out more often,” he smiled. “This was an interesting experience.”

“It’s a date, Akashi. D-a-t-e.” You smirked back at him.

Change Your Ticket-Chapter 7

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6

A/N: Sorry it is pretty longish, just thought I needed to build the back story and do some from my Harry’s POV!I have a busy weekend but I’ll try my best to post chapter 8 tomorrow. Let me know your thoughts x

(Masterlist is here & requests should be left here)

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I miss you too guys,” I spoke through my phone to my parents, “but it’s 2am over there so I’ll let you go to sleep.”

“Be safe, sweetie. And say hello to Harry for us,” My mum yawned.

“Yes, we haven’t seen him in so long. You’ll have to bring him ‘round for tea when he’s free,” I smiled, knowing how much my dad loved Harry.

I shared goodbyes with my parents before ending the call, deciding that I ought to head back to the hotel. Although I had moved out, I did live close by to my childhood home so I saw my family all of the time; we were a tight knit family. My mum was a nurse and my dad was an engineer, and they both were the most wonderful people. I had two sisters, both younger.There was Eliza who was born on the same day I went on my first date with Harry so we had spent the night in the maternity ward of Chester’s hospital;my mum was pretty annoyed that the first time she met Harry was after being in labour for 12 hours. I had another sister, Millie, who was 17. It was through her that I’d met Harry-something she never let either me or Harry forget.

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3 years earlier-4th January 2012

“Hurry up, Y/N! We’re not going to have the chance to meet them if we don’t get there soon,” my little sister whined at me.

“I’m coming, Millie, stop complaining!” I hissed at her, not wanting to wake my parents up.

Throwing my hair into a messy ponytail, I picked my brown satchel and threw it over my shoulder.

“Come on then,” I gave my sister a gentle push out of the front door, into the murky January morning.

I watched Millie run and get into the passenger side of the small car I’d recently bought (after passing my driving test just before Christmas), fidgeting about with excitement.

“Ohmigod, ohmigod, ohmigod. We’re going to see One Direction!” She put her copy of Up All Night inside my CD player and began to sing along to What Makes You Beautiful.

“You’re so lucky you have a big sister as amazing as me, Mills,” I shouted over the song,“I wish I had a big sister that would drive me to Birmingham at 5am to see a band.”

Because I’d only just learned how to drive, I was eager to drive whenever I could so I saw driving Millie 60 miles as a great opportunity. Plus, it meant I had the day off of college as my parents thought it was great I was doing this for my sister. Although I wasn’t much of a fan on their music, I did have a soft spot for the One Direction boys as they all seemed so sweet and genuine. Millie was obsessed with one member in particular-Harry. It was a pretty scary crush and her bedroom was like a shrine dedicated to the one with the curly hair. We lived just outside of Holmes Chapel so she often visited the bakery he used to work out hoping he’d be there.

“Oh my god, Y/N, it’s over there!Look!”

After almost two hours, we’d arrived in Birmingham which is where they were playing that night. To my surprise, there wasn’t that many people queuing outside the venue-just a couple of teenage girls who must have been a couple of years younger than me.

Sitting around for hours and hours in the cold air wasn’t as bad as I had anticipated as I had brought with me a hamper of food and lots of fashion magazines. Thankfully I’d dressed warm too; I was in black skinny jeans, leather ankle boots, a thick woolly jumper with a tartan scarf and knee length coat thrown on top. Millie was sat chatting away excitedly with the girls next to us until they all broke out into an almost inaudible high pitched scream.

“What the f-"I cut myself off when I noticed Millie and the other girls had quickly gotten to their feet and were headed towards something.

Harry Styles.

 I quickly followed behind, quite excited myself. Although he was being ushered by security towards the building, I noticed that Harry was adamant to stop to meet the fans.

"Harry, we love you so much!” All the girls, including my sister were all in tears.

It baffled me that one guy the same age as me could have such an effect on girls. 

“Can you please take it for us?” Millie forced the camera I’d bought for her birthday into my hands before running next to Harry.

As I stood with the camera in front of my face, I couldn’t help but notice how cute he was. His hair was beautifully curly and his bright green eyes were a real contrast to the bleak weather. His outfit was pretty questionable but he still managed to look good. Millie was almost hyperventilating as Harry placed his arm around her shoulder.

“Say cheese!”

Harry’s POV

“Say cheese!”

I didn’t need to be prompted to smile as I couldn’t do anything but smile at the beautiful girl in front of me. She clearly didn’t come as a fan, I could tell she must have come because her younger sister wanted to. She looked around my age, meaning she must have been a great person; not every 17 year old girl who wasn’t a fan of our band would voluntarily come to our concert. Because I was completely in awe at her beauty I hadn’t realised the fans had had their photos taken with me so had left me to enter the venue. My heart almost skipped a beat when she began to walk away back to where she was previously sat. Without hesitating I quickly ran after her, to the annoyance of the security.

“Wait, wait!”

The look of amusement on her face when she turned around to see me running towards her was amazing. Chatting up girls was something that made me incredibly nervous so when I got within kissing distance from her I felt the nerves to kick in. Despite this, I couldn’t stop staring at her amazing smile.

“I’m sorry, did you…”

She began to speak, intending to get me to stop staring.

“Oh, sorry!I, I just wanted to, um,” I couldn’t concentrate on what I wanted to say-she was insanely pretty. She had her hair slicked back and no makeup on so her beauty was refreshing.

She laughed at my awkwardness which really didn’t help.

“I didn’t really have you down as the nervous type,” she bit her lip, making me want to kiss her desperately.

I cocked my head and squinted my eyes slightly, “Your accent sounds familiar! You’re not from Cheshire by any chance?" 

Her eyes lit up, "Yes!We-” she pointed at her sister who was stood behind her taking sly photos of me-“actually live near Holmes Chapel. Lovely place.”

I couldn’t help but grin. It made me happy knowing she lived nearby to where I grew up.

“How come I’ve never noticed you before? I mean, you’re ridiculously pretty,” I gushed, smiling more when I saw her blush at my compliment.

She was quick to respond, “Probably because you’re surrounded by insanely gorgeous women all the time!” She was being serious but she laughed her comment off. Her laughter was angelic. 

I was so captivated by her and I was growing aware that I needed to go, but I didn’t want to part from her.

I looked awkwardly at my trainers, “Maybe next time I’m home we could meet up then?” I winced slightly, not sure how she’d react.

“That would be lovely,” She flashed her perfect teeth at me.

Without thinking I pulled my phone out of my pocket and asked for her number. 

“What’s your name?So I can save it?” I finished adding her number into my phone.

“Y/N, Y/LN,” I smiled to myself; it was a nice name.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw something quickly running towards me and I quickly learnt that it was a group of screaming fans. Feeling security pull on my arm, I threw Y/N a sympathetic look.

“I’m so sorry! See you soon, Y/N.”

I got one last glance of her-one hand waving me off and the other holding onto what looked like a sausage roll.

“Why were you out there for so long?” Liam greeted me when he saw me.

“Lover boy over here’s just seen his future wife,” Paul, our security, joked.

Shaking my head and shrugging Liam’s comment off, I pulled my phone out and sent a text to Y/N after debating whether I would be coming across as too forward.

It’s Harry :) I noticed you were eating a sausage roll when I left. Made me smile because I used to work in a bakery! x

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Back to the present day

Your POV

“Sorry, did I wake you?”

I rolled over, “No, I was just resting my eyes,"I murmured, my eyes remaining closed with tiredness.

"Bullshit,” Harry laughed and placed a kiss on my forehead, “I must have worn you out this morning.”

I curled my toes underneath the quilt remembering what me and Harry had done that morning. Four times. Forcing my eyes open, I was surprised to see Harry’s phone shoved in my face.

“Harry!”

He burst out laughing, stepping back.

“Why are you taking a photo of me, you idiot?”

Redeeming himself, his grin was replaced with a more stern expression, “So that when you go home I can look at you sleeping?”

I propped myself up on my elbow, “You’re so smooth, Styles.”

He winked, “You’re not so bad yourself, Y/L/N.”

I watched as he wandered around the room, tying his hair back. It was always surreal being with Harry, just knowing that he was mine was an exhilarating feeling.

“My parents say hello,” I yawned at him, glancing at my watch to see that it was only 8pm.

“I miss them,” his attention turned to me, “How’s Eliza?” His face lit up when he mentioned my baby sister, as it always did when the topic was on babies.

“She’s good,” I smiled, “I can’t wait to see them all!" 

"I haven’t seen them in forever,” He sighed, “I feel bad. Why don’t you bring Millie out next week? She has the week off from school?” He looked at me excitedly.

“I’ll have to okay it with my folks but that’s such a good idea, Harry!” I shrieked, mentally phoning Millie and telling her she was coming to Australia to hang out with One Direction-pretty much every 16 year old girl’s dream.

“I think we can both say we owe a lot to Millie,” Harry strolled over to the bed, sitting next to me, “Because you were super indie at the time without her we wouldn’t have met,” he messed my hair up.

“Oi” I gently nudged him, “I was going through a phase.”

“You’re still in that phase, babe.”

“My boyfriend’s in One Direction, I don’t think it could get any less indie,” I mockingly rolled my eyes.

“In all seriousness though,” Harry stood up to close the curtains, “what if you had decided to be horrible and not take her to that gig?" 

I often found myself thinking this, not liking the thought of not having Harry in my life.

"What if you hadn’t been adorable and asked for my number?”

“Hadn’t been? Why the past tense?Am I not adorable now?” He pouted at me, so I just shook my head.

I watched as he removed the plain white shirt over his head, revealing his tattoos. My eyes lingered over his toned abs slightly.

“I don’t think adorable is the right word anymore…”

Noticing where my eyes were, he smirked before stripping himself from his black skinny jeans-leaving him stood in his black Calvin Kleins.

“Ready for round 5?”