i am the gemma

me: [blows kisses to all the queer kids at hogwarts]

Hers

And there he stands in all his glory, laughing at something Chris Nolan said to him, a glass of whisky in his hand and his arm around her waist. And all I could do was stand here, from afar, watching them.

“He’ll notice if you keep staring, darling.” Anne handed me a glass of champagne.

“I-I-I was not staring. Just looking how wonderful they are together.” I could feel my face turn red by the second.

“Oh, darling, don’t try to fool yourself, I know you have feelings for him.” She smiled lightly at me. “Actually, I always thought you’re going to be together.”

My smile faltered and I looked at the floor. Silly Y/N, of course Anne knew. Apparently, everybody did! The boys, Gemma, Lou and now Anne. Clearly, I am not very good in hiding my feelings for my best friend. The guy who knows me better than anyone and yet can’t realize how much I adore him.

Harry and I have been friends since we were kids, really. Eventually we went separate ways: He went out to become the biggest celebrity out there and I went to college. Even though we lived in different worlds, we never stopped talking. We’re still best friends even after all this time.

I love him.

But it wasn’t always like this. When we’re younger, our parents used to tell us we would eventually get married. We’re too perfect for each other, that’s something we always knew, even though we didn’t have this types of feeling for each other.

It was in my senior year of college that this said feelings started to show. I spent a few weeks with him and the boys while they’re on tour and suddenly I started to fall for my best friend. If you have seen any movie out there, you would think that the feeling was mutual and we’re happily ever after. Not how things turned out, I’m afraid to tell you. I spent 6 weeks trying to find a way to tell him my feelings, even asked for the boys’ help, but when I was close to figure a way out, he met her. And gosh, how much he adored her. Since the beginning!

You know that stupid line that said when you love someone, you gotta let them go and find their happiness? His happiness was she and I couldn’t stand in the way of that. Even though I knew I loved him more than she could ever love him, it was time for me to set him free.

So I came back. Came to the UK, finished college and found a job I actually like. My life is all put together, as Harry likes to remind me. He’s right, my life is put together, except for my love life. I tried so hard to get over him, to not have feelings for him. I dated, I tried everything I could, but he was always there, in the back of my mind, even when I met my ex-boyfriend, Daniel. We broke up a few months later because he knew I had feelings for my best friend. Poor Dan, such a nice guy and I couldn’t love him.

Harry came back home. And moved in with her, much to my dismay. They’re together for 3 years now and they don’t seem to be breaking up anytime soon. I’m not gonna lie, I’ve thought about telling him, just to get it out of my chest, but I can’t. I cannot ruin this for him. I would rather suffer in silence than ruin his happiness and our friendship.

“Have you thought about telling him?” She asked me while we watched the couple from afar.

“I did.” I whispered. “I just can’t. He’s happy, Anne. He deserves to be happy.”

“My son is a fool, darling. He doesn’t know, but he does have feelings for you. A mother always know and I’m telling you he does. But I understand your side, I just don’t wanna see you both losing time with other people when you could be together!”

I breathed a laugh. Anne was always our biggest supporter, so it’s not a shock to me she would rather me with her son than his actual girlfriend. The poor girl is not a bad girl; she’s just not right for him.

She doesn’t get it how he can be such a morning person, always waking up at a 100%, telling everyone ‘good morning’ in his raspy voice. She thinks its annoying, but the truth is if he doesn’t do this, we’ll go back to sleep and miss his whole day. She doesn’t get his obsession for good health, but if she just asked him about it, she would understand he actually believes that those junk foods can kill you slowly, and he can’t lose anyone in his life, so we all have to eat health food. At least around him. She doesn’t understand how he can feel so down after reading mean comments on the internet, because for her how could The Harry Styles feel anything less than perfect?! He thinks he’s not worth it, even though he truly does deserve everything good that ever happened to him. However, he has insecurities, because by the end of the day, he is just Harry. And all he really wants is cuddles and a few reassurance words that those people are just mean people and are not telling the truth.

She doesn’t know him and a part of me thinks she just doesn’t want to. Yes, she knows what he likes for breakfast, what calms him when his in a bad mood, but she doesn’t know the little things I do.

It’s sad, if you think about it. He’s been with her for 3 years and she doesn’t get him. Maybe that’s why when he needs someone, he runs to me. He runs to my house at 3 A.M just so he could talk about his bad day. She never saw him cry, because he only cries when we’re alone and he can truly show his feelings. I’m the first person he calls when something good or bad happens. I’m his emergence contact in the hospital, I’m his safe place to go when he needs to just take a break. I’m the one who could leave her whole life on hold, just to take care of him when needed.

It’s sad because even thought I am his person, I’m not his and he’s not mine. She has him and I can’t truly express how much I wish that could be me.

“He looks nervous.” I pointed out to Anne.

“I was about to ask you this… Do you know why? He’s been like this for a few weeks now.” She looked deep in thought, trying to find a reason for her son odd behavior.

“I think…” I was interrupted by Louis, who looked out of breath.

“You need to stop him, he will make a terrible mistake, please Y/N, stop him!”

“Louis, what’s going on? What are you talking about? Breathe, Lou.”

“You don’t get it, he’ll…”

“Can I have everyone’s attention, please?” Harry called out from the center of the room. The party quickly died down, waiting for his speech. “I would like to thank you all for coming to my Dunkirk party. It’s so nice to enjoy the movie’s success with all of you, so thank you!”

Everyone around the room clapped and Louis was fussing by side. He looks nervous and I couldn’t understand why.

“As you know this is a special night for me and I wanted to be even more special. Lexa, can you come here, darling?” He asked his girlfriend to join him and I could already feel the tension growing around me. Anne, Louis, Niall, Liam, Lou and Gemma surrounded me and we all were just waiting for something to happen. Anything.

“Lexa, we’ve been together for 3 years next week and I feel so blessed to have you by side. I was smitten with you since the moment I saw you, you can ask Y/N for confirmation.” Everybody laughed a little and I could feel a knot in my through already. “So, in this special date for me and surrounded by friends and family, I would like to ask you…” he got down on one knee. “Will you marry me?”

And just like that my world stopped. I couldn’t hear anything, but I could see her nod and everyone clap for them. I think the boys were talking to me, but I could barely understand what was happening.

He proposed to her.

He is hers.

She is his.

And just like that I realized that all these years loving him, taking care of him, weren’t enough to make him fall for me. I was a silly girl who believed in the fairy tale that everyone thought we would live. I loved him with everything in me, I was always his but he was never mine.

And just like that I ran out of the party, leaving everyone – including the love of my life – behind.

I was always his.

He was never mine.

He was always hers.

*** 

Part 2

It’s been a while, I know, but I hope you’ve liked this. Please, leave me your thoughts about this oneshot, talk to me pleeease. Sorry for any mistakes, English is not my first language!

All the love, B. 

MASTERLIST

She’s Just Not That Into You » Part VI (A Harry Styles Miniseries)

Miss the previous parts? Part One » Part Two » Part Three » Part Four » Part Five

Check out the inspiration behind Harry’s home here! The amazing @graceak​ made a phenomenal playlist to go along with Harry’s story, and I could not recommend it more. You can find that here!

As always, this miniseries is dedicated to @stylesunchained​. I hope Part VI mends everything Part V managed to break, my love! And, once again, thank you all for your continued support. I am over the moon about the response this story has gotten, as I’m unworthy of all of your love. (That doesn’t mean I won’t take it, though!)

Let me know what you think! Happy reading.

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“But it’s like…” Harry stops and starts again. “I met with Carly, her replacement, and she’s nice enough. So nice. Lovely girl, really. But every time I talk with her about the plans, I jus…I can’t smile. I can’t get excited about it. ‘m not supposed t’ be talkin’ with Carly about them. She’s not the one who made ‘em. She’s not the one who…well, y’know.”

“If I’m being honest,” Gemma sighs on the other end of the phone, “I would’ve done the same thing, had I been put in that situation.”

“I know,” he mumbles. “I would’ve, too. And I wouldn’t’ve been as nice.”

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The Premiere (Part 1/2)

*look at my man* 


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Pairing : Harry Styles X Reader


Y/N’s POV

I am so excited for tonight, it was Harry, my best friend’s first movie’s first premiere. I am currently in a car with Anne and Gemma on our way to the red carpet.

“I’m so happy dear that you made it ! Harry will be ecstatic.” Anne gushed.

“Ofcourse Anne, I wouldn’t have missed it for the world, he’s my bestest friend after all.”  I said smiling widely.

“He’s just texted me and said he’s a bit sad you wouldn’t make it there.” Gemma winked at me.

“You didn’t tell him?” Anne asked curiously.

“Nope, wanted to surprise him.” I said before joining to giggle with them.

It’s been months since I last saw him, he’ll be very surprised.


Harry’s POV

I was tucking at my hair constantly, I am THAT nervous.

“H, stop it, you’re ruining the hairstyle.” Lou shook her head.

“Sorry, I am just so nervous, what if I trip over what if I stammer during interview, what if-” 

“Stop it mate, you’ll be just fine.” Fionn assured me.

I gave him a small smile. 

Fionn Whitehead. One of my cast mates for the film, I bonded with him quickly and we became very good friends during our shooting session.

“Aren’t you nervous, mate?” I slightly chuckled at him. It was his first film too.

“Oh trust me I am, but I’m trying to contain the nervousness. Perks of being an actor eh?” He winked.

I just laughed. I checked my phone, the groupchat with the boys were filled with them wishing me good luck and being sorry they couldn’t make it there. I became sad a bit, but they promised we will have a celebratory dinner soon in a few weeks, so they’re forgiven. 

I quickly replied them back and opened my chat box with Y/N. She won’t be able to attend as well, she said to me last night. I sighed and locked my phone. I wish she was here with me. 


*few hours later* 

Y/N’s POV

“Okay we’re here.” The driver said informed as we reached the venue.

The crowd was amazing, I saw few casts talking with interviewers, few of them taking pictures with fans. There were clicking sounds of camera, overall it was a beautiful scenario. 

I was trying to spot Harry, maybe he didn’t arrive yet.

“He’s just texted me saying he’ll be here in 20 minutes.” Gemma said to me.

I nodded and began walking with them.

“Y/N !! Is that you?” I heard Fionn calling me.

“Fionn !! How are you? Been ages !” I smiled widely at him and hugged him.

“Yeah it’s been awhile, you look stunning.” He said flashing me a smile.

“Why thank you, you look good as well.” I replied smiling.

“Anne !! Gem !! It’s so good to see you guys again.” He said hugging them both.

“Oh dear, how are you? You look so handsome.” Anne said hugging Fionn back.

“Thank you, let’s go over there, it’s less noisy there.” Fionn said pointing towards a less crowded area.

We all agreed and walked with him.

The cheering of the crowd increased and that’s when I saw him. He had a big smile on his face, as he began waving towards the fans and looked really handsome.

Yeah I’m in love with my bestfriend but didn’t say anything yet because I was afraid it’ll ruin our friendship. Cliché, I know.

He didn’t notice us yet, he was held by interviewers and he confidently answered them, he was all smiley and it made me so happy to see him this happy. 

He finally spotted us, when his eyes met mine he was shocked and completely surprised. I stuck my tongue out at him, he chuckled and began quickly coming towards us.

“You guys made it.” He said hugging us three all at once, then hugging his mom again properly and giving her a kiss on her cheek.

“You said you weren’t coming?” He asked me smiling so wide I was sure it must hurt.

“Surprise H !!” I said chuckling. 

“Best surprise ever.” He said hugging me again.

“Harry, we need to go, there’s a ton load of interview to finish, let’s make it quick.” Fionn said.

“Yeah, okay, bye ladies, see you in a bit.” He said before following Fionn.


The movie was incredible, everyone involved did an amazing job. I was so proud of all of them, especially my bestfriend.

“H, I’m so proud of you.” I said after the movie was over.

“Thank you.” He said smiling.

It was time to go to the after party, Anne and Gem wanted to call it a night and head towards Harry’s home.

I stayed back.

The party was huge and cheerful. 

“You alright?” Harry asked me.

“I’m good.” I nodded.

“You stay here, I will bring drinks for us okay?” Harry said to me before placing a kiss on my forehead, and then left.

I was scrolling through my phone and suddenly someone tapped on my shoulder.

“Fionn, you scared me!” I said chuckling.

“Sorry, why are you here all alone? Come with me, let’s have a drink.” He said.

“I’m waiting for H, actually, he’s bringing drinks for both of us.” I said smiling.

“Ah I see, so have you told him yet?” He asked.

:Told him what?” I replied back confusedly.

“Oh c’mon Y/N, you think I don’t know you like him? More than friends?” 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” 

“He likes you too, you both are so obvious.” He said chuckling.

“He doesn’t, if he did he would’ve asked me out already.” I mumbled.

“He’s scared to ask you, he told me he has a crush on you, a long time ago.” He winked.

“What? Really?” I asked, shocked.

“It’s surprising you haven’t figured it out yet.” He said rolling his eyes playfully.

“Oh wow.” 

“Yeah, wow. He’s only told me but everyone in the set figured out and teased him a lot. Lad’s got a tough time.” He said laughing at the memory.

We joked around for a bit, then talked about which scene he enjoyed acting most.

After few more minutes Harry came back. He looked a bit off mood.

“Hey Harry, you okay?” I asked.

“Yeah, yeah I-I’m fine.” He forced a smile.

“You guys I gotta go, talk to you later.” Fionn said leaving us both.

“Harry, you seem.. a bit down, are you feeling sick?” I asked concerned.

“I’m fine, Y/N.” He snapped at me.

“Okay, okay calm down.” I said. Then Tom approached us. We began talking with him and soon Harry left to get a refill.

I began talking with Lou, we’ve got lot of catching up to do. I was having a great time. But I realised something, Harry wasn’t enjoying at all, he kept a straight face and was so far away from me. Throughout the whole night, Harry kept ignoring me, talking with anyone but me.  

It was soon time to leave, only then Harry came towards me to inform we’re leaving.

We were walking towards his car, thankfully no fans or paparazzi were on sight.

He began to drive the car. The car was filled with awkward tension.

“Harry, what happened? Are you upset with me?” I asked, tears beginning to form in my eyes.

“I-I just,” He started but shook his head.

“What? You can tell me anything Harry, you know that.” I said gently.

He looked towards me with sad eyes and asked me, “do you like Fionn?”

“Wait, what?” I asked shocked.

“You heard me, are you in love with Fionn?” He said coldly.

“Whoa, Harry what the hell are you saying?” I shut him up.

“Oh I don’t I go to bar to get us drinks and come back seeing you flirting with Fionn. He was making you laugh so hard, why do you love him?” He ranted.

“What the hell Harry? We are just friends, and you have no right to talk with me with that tone.” I said slightly raising my voice.

“Just friends, sure.” He scoffed bitterly.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” 

“Admit it you like him.” 

“I DON’T LIKE HIM, I LOVE YOU, YOU MORON.” I yelled.

He stopped the car.

“What..wha-” he began.

“How dare you speak with me like that?” I snapped at him.

“Y/N, I’m sorry, I though-” He began but I was already making my way out of his car and began walking.

“Y/N, WAIT, PLEASE WAIT.” He called after me.

I ignored him and started walking. 


Part 2

Warning.

Don’t worry was so good!! I was wondering how you think harry would go about telling his missus there were no songs about her on his album? Like before he plays it for her for the first time? How do you think that would go down

Hii, thank you so much for your request. This is different than ‘Don’t worry’ and I hope you’ll like it.

They’ve only been together for three months. Probably the best three months in Harry’s life. He knew she was special from the very first time they met, she swept him off his feet with her bright smile and sparkling eyes.
But then he had to leave. Three months in Jamaica. He was looking forward to it since months by then but that changed quickly when he realized he had to leave the girl of his dreams behind.
The worst part of it all was that he didn’t know what would happen. They only knew each other for two months before he left and weren’t even close to starting a relationship with each other. They went out on dates and they kissed but that was it. Harry was scared that she wouldn’t be willing to wait for him until he was back.
But she did. And once he stepped foot on British ground again she was in his arms, telling him she missed him. Later that night Harry told her all about his feelings for her, how much he liked her and how for the past few months he couldn’t stop thinking about her. And with a whimpered ‘yes’ and a few kisses to his lips she agreed to be his girlfriend. That’s how the happiest time of his life started.

But now he was scared it would come to an end. He was scared that the thing he probably worked the hardest on in his whole life would destroy their happiness.
The problem was his album and the ten songs he wrote. He didn’t realize it until he let his Mum and his sister listen to it the day before. They were flashed by his work, loving every song and praising him for what he created but then…

“Umm… Harry?” his Mum asked after a while.
“Yeah?”
“You’re still with Y/N, right?”
“Of course I am. Why?”
His Mum and Gemma exchanged a look Harry couldn’t quite understand.
“You talk a lot about other girls in your songs. Maybe you should let her know before she listens to it when it comes out and feels dumbfounded.” his sister let him know.


And now he was standing in front oh her apartment, a bouquet of flowers in his hand that he prayed to god she liked. He took a deep breath and knocked on her door, the pitter patter of her feet reaching his ears seconds afterwards. She opened the door with the smile on her face that made Harry’s heart flutter every time. She ushered him inside, enveloping his body in a tight hug and kissing his lips several times like she always does.
“Brought you flowers.” he told her with a soft smile.
Her eyes caught sight of the pretty flowers he held out to her which she didn’t see until just now. She raised her eyebrows then, the corner of her mouth lifting mockingly.
“Did you do something?”
“W-What? N-No.” he stammered, his eyes growing wide.
“Then why did you bring me flowers?” she chuckled.
“Wanted to give you a treat. You’re my girlfriend, innit?”
Harry hoped she didn’t catch the stress he put on ‘my girlfriend’ but she did. That’s actually something he liked so much about her, that she caught onto the smallest things.
“Y-Yeah.” she nodded a bit surprised at his explanation.
“That’s very nice of you, Harry. Thank you.” she smiled at him and kissed his cheek.

Once the flowers were placed in the middle of her kitchen table in the prettiest vase she could find Harry started to squirm around. His visit was a surprise to her even though he’s done that a couple of times since they’ve been together. It was clear that he wanted something or else they would already be on her couch, making out or maybe in her bed, cuddling.
“Harry, what’s going on?” she asked him softly as she sat down across from him, moving the flowers to the side so she could see his face.
“We have to talk.”
Her heart dropped at his words. He wanted to talk? What was it that her friend once said? A relationship starts with 'can we talk’ and ends with 'we have to talk’?
“A-About what?”
Harry closed his eyes briefly and reached out across the table for her hands.
“You remember when I’ve been to Jamaica?”
“Yeah. That’s only been three months ago, Harry.” she replied confused.
“Yes. And I used my time there to write songs and work on my solo stuff. And we… We weren’t together back then, right?”
“No, we weren’t.”
What followed was a long pause which Harry spent with playing with her fingers and sighing every few seconds.
“I swear to god Harry, if you slept with someone-”
“No! Oh my god, no. Of course not. I would never-. Darling, I’ve already been yours back then even though we weren’t official.”
“Then what are you trying to tell me?”
She was starting to get impatient with him, he knew it. And he also knew how much she disliked it when somebody couldn’t just talk.
“I actually didn’t realize it until yesterday when Mum and Gemma listened to my album for the first time but they told me to go and talk to you about it. To warn you, I guess.”
“About what?”
“The songs I wrote… They’re pretty personal.”
“Harry, if you don’t tell me what the fuck is going on right now I’m gonna strangle you.”
He almost laughed at her words, she would never lay a hand on him. She could never hurt him. But this wasn’t amusing. It was very much serious.
“I wrote songs about a few relationship from my past. And it’s just… When you listen to the songs it might seem like I really loved these girls or that I still do but I want you to know that that’s not true. I cared about them and I still do to an extent but not the way I do about you. You… You became so important to me over the last few months and I… The feelings I have for you are so strong and they get stronger with each second.”
“Harry-”
“I’m not finished. What I’m trying to say is that I don’t want you to be upset when you listen to my songs. Writing about my experiences… I think that’s exactly the closure I needed to get over all of that stuff for good.”
“Harry, that’s absolutely okay for me. I know that artists write about their experiences and I’d be stupid to think you’d write about anything else. Really, I’m completely fine.” she reassured him with a gentle squeeze to his hand.
Harry breathed a sigh of relief, his eyes finally finding hers when he saw that her words were mirrored in them he felt like the weight of the world was lifted off his shoulders.
“I’m sorry, I just worried you’d be upset.”
“I’m not. S'nice that you warned me though.” she grinned.
Harry’s heart fluttered at her smile and he couldn’t help but lift her hand to his mouth and press countless soft kisses against her knuckles.
“Umm… You might wonder if I wrote something about you. And I have, there are countless scribbles in my notebook about that one girl that took my breath away and stole my heart the second I laid my eyes on her and hasn’t returned it ever since but… I wanted to keep them to myself for the time being. We weren’t together back then and I was scared you wouldn’t wait for me and then I would have made a complete fool of myself or maybe I would have scared you away and I didn’t want that.”
A soft giggle left her lips and she shook her head head at him. She raised from her chair and walked the few steps towards him, sitting down on his lap once she reached him. Her hands touched his cheeks, her thumbs stroking over the soft skin of his cheeks.
“You are literally the sweetest person I’ve ever met. I don’t think I’ve told you but ever since we’re together I’ve been so happy. Probably the happiest I’ve ever been. It’s probably way to early to say that I love you but I do.”
He looked at her with pure adoration and admiration before he whined softly and dropped his head to her shoulder.
“Take it back.”
“What?” she asked him with a quiet chuckle.
“'I love you’. Take it back.”
“Why?” she asked, this time with wordy lacing her voice.
Harry lifted his head from her shoulder and looked at her with a pout on his lips.
“I wanted to be the first to say it.”
She stared at him for a moment before soft giggles bubbled up in her throat.
“Seriously?”
“Yes.” he whined again.
“What am I supposed to tell our children when they ask how I told that I love you for the first time?”
“You’ll just make up a story. You cooked a delicious meal for me and then we took a bath together and just before I fell asleep in your arms in front of the fireplace you whispered those three little words.” she laughed.
“No. I won’t lie to our children. We’ll be a honest family, no lies.”
“You know what? I’ll officially take it back then.”
A silly grin spread over Harry’s lips then, his arms wrapping around Y/N’s body and pulling her tightly to his chest.
“Darling?”
“Yeah?”
“I love you.” he whispered.
“What, you do?” Y/N asked with playful shock.
“Yes, I do.” he rolled his eyes.
“I love you too.”

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why am i so gay?


Part 1

Mapp & Lucia

aka all of my spinster fashion choices in one show!

What’s this? Jodhpurs, suspenders, knee high boots?

Red lips, slicked-back hair, swagger, be still my beating heart.

Oh COME ON THAT FRINGED SCARF

I JUST. That pin! That perfect collar! That waistcoat! That face!

And what’s this? Fat, jovial spinster sisters wearing tons of checks and knitwear? SIGN ME UP.

I want every item of clothing in this picture on my body.

Brocades. Beads. Curls. Conniving smile.

Omg, power shoulders, take me now.

ALL THE GIANT TROUSERS PLEASE

Huge, billowy caftans? Yes, why not?

Pleats! And figs! And reclining with a book in the garden!

And finally, literally everything in this picture except in this case they have loving sex in the garden and then shack up together.

In conclusion, it is a DREADFUL TRAVESTY that we do not have 7 seasons and movie of British village scheming spinsters upon which to feast our eyes.

Behind The Album - Harry Styles Mini Series (Part 9)

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Part 8 

Harry called after you, but you kept on walking. As he watched you walk away, he felt as if his heart was breaking into a million fucking pieces. He quickly turned to face his mother and sister and the anger in his demeanor was evident. 

“What the fuck is wrong with you two?” He shouted. “What happened to giving her a chance?”

“Well, she didn’t give us a chance, she just walked away,” Gemma said. 

“Do you blame her?” Harry snapped. “You practically called her slut and that she was using me in so many words.” 

“I never said that,” she defended. 

“Just because you didn’t fucking flat out say it, doesn’t mean you didn’t imply it,” he mumbled walking back into the house. 

“I don’t understand why you’re so upset with us, we’re not the ones who ran out of the house,” Gemma said. 

Harry shook his head. “The fact that you can’t see why I’m upset says a lot,” he said. “And Gem, you know I love you, but I swear if I lose Y/N over this, I will never forgive you, either of you,” he said before grabbing his keys and heading out the door. 

“Where are you going?” Anne asked looking back at him. 

“To find my girlfriend,” He said. “I suggest neither of you be here when I get back. We all need to some time to calm the fuck down.”

**

Okay, so when you decided to walk out of Harry’s house, it was a good idea under the circumstances, however, now that you were still walking around a little suburb of London, completely lost. You’d only been to London a few times, but you were always with someone else and not just you waking aimlessly around by yourself. 

It also didn’t help because you didn’t bother to grab a coat and you were freezing your ass off. You were coming up to a little pub and decided to go inside to warm up a bit and to not cause yourself to get even more lost. When you walked inside, there weren’t very many people inside, so you sat down at a table in the back corner. 

As soon as you started to warm up again, your thoughts went back to what happened back at the house. The fact that his family thought those things about you really upset you. They didn’t even know you, yet, they just assumed all of these bad, horrible things about you. 

Yes, it did look bad from a professional standpoint that you technically work for Harry and now you’re sleeping with him. However, it’s not like that’s all you two were doing, you were in an actual, real relationship. And you never had even thought about hooking up or anything with any of the other clients you’ve worked for in the past. 

Harry is literally the first and hopefully only one. You sighed putting your head in your hands as you started wondering Harry was possibly believing what they were saying. Yeah, he was defending you earlier, but what if he started to change his mind and wonder if you were just using him. 

The thought of losing Harry scared you, but the thought of you losing him because he thought of you like that, scared you even more. 

**

Harry had made yet another circle around his neighborhood and the surrounding areas and still had yet to come across you. He knew there was no way you had gotten that far unless you took a car somewhere, but he knew that you didn’t have your phone on you. He was really starting to worry, not just about the status of your relationship, but about your safety as well. 

About an hour after you left and him trying to find you, there was a number coming across his phone. Normally, he didn’t answer when he didn’t recognize the number, but in these circumstances he did. 

“Hello?” He answered. 

“Harry, it’s uh… me,” you said on the other line. 

“Y/N, baby, I’ve been looking for you all over,” he sighed. “Are you okay?” 

“Yeah, I’m fine,” you said. “Well, mostly.” 

“I’m so fucking sorry for what happened this morning. Where are you? I’ll pick you up and we can go back to my place and talk about it,” he said. “My Mum and sister won’t be there, at least I told them not to be.” 

You sighed. “I’m at the pub, I got cold so I walked in and they let me use their phone,” you said. 

“Okay, I know exactly where that is, I’ll be there in a few minutes,” he said. 

“Okay,” you whispered before hanging up. 

**

When you saw Harry’s car pull up, you walked outside and got in. He quickly leaned over and took you into this arms. You hid your face in his chest as he rubbed your back and kissed your head. 

“Thank you for calling me. I was freaking out,” he admitted. 

“Sorry, I uh… I wasn’t exactly thinking when I left,” you sighed. 

“Maybe not, but I don’t blame you for leaving,” he whispered. “You were right, I shouldn’t have treated you like you weren’t there. I was just so upset with what they were saying and I’ve never seen them act like that before.” 

“Well, I guess that just makes me fucking special,” you mumbled. 

Harry took your hand and laced it with his as he drove towards his house. “I want you to know I don’t believe anything they said,” he whispered. “I know your feelings towards me are genuine.” 

“Hearing you say that means so much to me,” you said. “I was worried you might believe them.” 

“I’d never,” he said. “I’d never think you were using me or anything like that.” 

“Thank you,” you whispered. “But, Harry… I feel like this as caused so much damage already. It’s quite obvious they’ve formed an opinion on me and don’t plan on changing it anytime soon. And then there’s the fact they’re your family and I don’t want to be the cause or the reason for you three not to be speaking.” 

“Don’t worry about that,” he said. “You’re not the reason, they are.” 

You sighed. “I don’t get why they were so harsh towards me…” 

“They’re protective and they usually mean well, but this time they crossed the line,” he said. “I just hope that this doesn’t affect our relationship.” 

“Of course, it affects it, Harry,” you sighed. 

“I don’t want to lose you,” he whispered sadly. “Not like this, not ever.” 

“I don’t want to lose you either,” you said. “But I can’t go through that again and like I said, I don’t want you not speaking to your family because of how they feel towards me.” 

“I’ll talk to them,” he said. “And I’ll promise you that it won’t ever happen again.” 

“How do you know that?” You asked looking over at him. 

“Because if they love and care about me like I think they do, then they’ll respect the girl that I care about so fucking much and who makes me happy,” he whispered. 

“I hope you’re right,” you whispered. 

**

It was the next day and Harry had arranged for his mother and sister to come over for a chat. You were nervous as you sat in the living room, but at least you had your guard up, unlike last time. You hoped today went well because honestly, you felt as if your and Harry’s relationship depended on it. 

When the sound of the doorbell ringing filled the air, your heart dropped to your stomach. Harry looked over at you and you nodded. He gave you a small smile before going to answer the door. Soon, the three of them joined you in the living room and it was obvious that you could cut the tension with a knife. 

Harry sat next to you and put took your hand into his. “First off, I think we all owe Y/N an apology for what was said yesterday,” he said. 

“We really are sorry,” Anne stated. “We want you both to know we didn’t come here yesterday with the intention of what happened.” 

“Then why did it happen?” You asked honestly. “I get that you’re protective over Harry, but you two didn’t even give me a chance. You just formed this opinion on me for some reason and I’m not anything like that. And if you would have just got to know me, you’d know that.” 

“And we are sorry for that, but you have to realize, it didn’t sound good knowing that you two are working together,” Anne said. “It just seemed odd… I guess.” 

“But it’s not to us,” Harry said. “And that’s all that should matter. Before we even got together, we did talk about all of that prior to taking the step of a relationship.” 

“We really did, we even considered not having a relationship at all at first, but our feelings took over and we couldn’t cover them up anymore,” you whispered. 

“You both know that I’ve never really been in a serious relationship before, but after meeting Y/N, I want to be. I’ve never felt what I feel for her with anyone and I really see this going somewhere, but this won’t work if you two are constantly judging her for something she’s not,” he whispered.

“I’m glad that you’re happy, Harry, I am,” Gemma said. “But don’t you think you’re moving too fast with one another.” 

“Again, we’re not getting married or moving in together. We’re still taking things slow, but you have to understand that our start of a relationship is different than most, so what may seem like we’re moving too fast to you, we’re really not,” he said. 

“Harry’s right,” you said. “When we were in Jamaica, we practically spent all day together, even before we started “dating.” So, we pretty much moved “fast” from the beginning.” 

Harry got up from the couch and grabbed the remote to the TV. 

“Um, Harry now is not the time for Netflix,” Anne scolded. 

“That’s not…. I’m showing you two the footage of us in Jamaica to show you that our feelings… Y/N’s feelings are genuine,” he said. “Because I can tell you all day how I feel and care about her, but until you see it for yourself, you might not realize just how much.” 

You looked at him shocked because you didn’t know he was going to do this. He pressed play and soon the video of you two laughing and doing stupid, but fun things in Jamaica started playing. There was footage of him chasing after you and him glancing at you while he was recording a song. There was even something that you didn’t even know was on there because you weren’t the one holding the camera, it was someone else. 

You two were out near the pool and his arms were wrapped around you. You were looking up into his eyes as he looked down at yours. You both were smiling and laughing as you danced to whatever music was playing softly in the background. 

You looked over at Harry, who smiled at you and kissed your head. 

“Wow,” Gemma whispered. “You do really care about him…” 

“Yeah, I do,” you nodded. “I’d never use him or intentionally hurt him ever. I’m not that type of person in general, but I’d never do that him because I care too much, if that’s possible.” 

Harry blushed a bit and looked over his sister and mother. “So, do you believe us now? Will you give Y/N the chance she deserves… the chance we deserve to see where our feelings take us?” 

“Yes,” Anne whispered. “We’ve only ever wanted you to be happy, Harry, and if that’s Y/N… then we’ll do everything we can to make sure that happens.” 

“Thank you,” you smiled. 

“I really am sorry for what I said,” Gemma said. “I never should have said those or assumed…”

“Thank you for apologizing,” you said. “And for giving me a chance. I promise you won’t regret it.” 

**

Hope you enjoyed the update! :) 

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Mood Board Challenge: Gemma Winters

Anddddddd here’s Gemma’s! I was going to say it’ll be the last one, but eh you never quite know with me. It’s the last one I had specific ideas for anyway. Hope you all have enjoyed them ^.^;

Kiss It Better - Tig Imagine

Concept: Reader does something for the club and messes up, the club is angry at her but Tig defends her and they end up having sex 

Taglist: @yourcroweater (send me a message or ask if you wanna be added to the taglist for any of the Sons)

Originally posted by samcroimagine

You headed into the clubhouse, pissed off and scared. You were angry at how the meeting unfolded and you were scared of the Sons reaction. You were a crow eater, hanging around the Sons of Anarchy to get a little bit of action and notoriety. You were young and hot and you knew it and you used it to your advantage to get any conquest you wanted. You were almost ecstatic when the club’s president Clay asked you to do a job for them. You felt worthy and valued by the club. The club were having problems with their Chinese partners and needed information from them. You didn’t know anymore than that. Your job was to go to the strip club the Chinese owned and offer your services as a dancer and try to seduce the owner named Kevin. It worked at the beginning, you got to the pole and you got to Kevin’s lap but Kevin wasn’t an idiot. He figured you out quickly and threw you out of his club. You knew you weren’t subtle but subtly wasn’t one of your strong points. You pulled your oversized denim jacket over your nearly naked body. Your clothes were still inside the strip club so you were walking around in your skimpy lingerie and huge heels. You walked through the door, the floor completely empty of people except for Gemma who was sweeping the floor. She took one look at you and a judgemental look swept across her stern features.

“Hey honey.” She said. “Need some clothes?”

You chewed on your lip in embarrassment and nodded. She walked away from you so you took a seat at the bar and played with your fingernails until she came back. Gemma returned with a pile of clothes in her grasp.

“Put these on. I’ll make you a cup of coffee, you look like you need some warming up.” Gemma nodded. “And then you and me are going to talk. You look like you need it.”

You smiled at Gemma. You were always a little envious of her and her life. It was something that you wanted, to be the matriarch of something great, to be married to a biker. You headed to the bathroom and put on the black leggings and huge navy SAMCRO sweater that Gemma had given you. You wiped the smudged mascara from under your eyes and you tied your hair into a messy bun on the top of your head. You walked back outside to see Gemma sitting at the bar with two mugs of coffee. You sat down opposite her and took the warm mug into your hands.

“Can I ask why you’re at the clubhouse in your lingerie (Y/N)?” Gemma asked before taking a sip of coffee.

You sighed deeply. “Clay put me up for a task for the club. I messed it up pretty bad.”

Gemma narrowed her eyes. “I’m going to need you to elaborate on that darlin’.”

You launched into your tale about what Clay wanted you to do and how close you got to getting the information you needed. You worded a question wrong and your plan came undone. You didn’t mean for it to happen but you just weren’t careful with your words.

“Clay shouldn’t have asked you to do something like that you know.” Gemma explained. “Pretty stupid to ask you really. He should’ve asked Lyla, she knows shit and she’s a porn star, perfect candidate.”

You laughed softly to yourself before sighing deeply. “I’m never going to be allowed back here am I?”

Gemma shrugged and stroked your hand. “You’ll be alright.”

You knew that Gemma wasn’t answering your question to protect you. You knew very well that the club was going to tear you to pieces and hate you. It was just a matter of time before they came out of chapel.


The door to chapel opened and the men began to flood out. You recognised the faces of Clay, Jax, Bobby, Chibs, Opie, Juice and Tig. You had had sex with most of them and their faces and naked bodies flashed through your mind. Gemma rubbed your shoulder before walking out of the room. You wanted her to stay and defend you but it wasn’t her battle to fight.

“(Y/N)!” Clay exclaimed with a smile. “You’re here earlier than expected. Thought I wouldn’t see you until tomorrow.”

You laughed awkwardly, not saying anything. The club looked at you suspiciously. They knew you were nervous and they knew you had done something wrong.

“What did you do?” Jax asked with his arms folded against his chest.

You chewed on your lip and looked down at the floor. “He didn’t tell me anything. He figured me out.”

“And how did that happen?” Clay asked in a smooth tone. He was pissed off but he didn’t want to blow up just yet.

“I-I said the wrong thing, I said a little bit too much. This guy is really smart.” You swallowed hard. “He threw me out of the club and kept my clothes. I’m really really sorry.”

“You said a little bit too much huh?” Clay said, his tone getting angrier. His hand slammed down onto the table in front of you, demanding your eyes to lock onto his. “What did I tell you?” Clay yelled.

“Be discreet.” You whispered, your eyes filling with tears.

“That’s right. And what else?” He yelled once more.

“Don’t give anything away.” You conceded, wiping the tears from your eyes with the sleeve of the sweater. You felt incredibly humiliated and ashamed. So many pairs of eyes were on you, judging you with disgust and anger. You hated this feeling. You felt worthless and stupid. You felt hated.

“And what did you do?” Clay said, getting in your face.

“I gave myself away.” You whimpered, tears falling down your cheeks quicker than you could catch them.

Clay looked at you with utter disgust and turned his back on you. “You were our last hope, our only hope, and you completely ruin everything. I should’ve known better than to ask a filthy whore like you to do something like this for us.”

“Clay I really think you need to back off.” Tig spoke up, walking over to you and standing in front of you. “It’s not her fault, it’s ours. We were stupid to send a crow eater with no experience to do our dirty work.”

“She knew what she had to do! She ruined everything for us Tig, do you realise that?”

“She doesn’t deserve to be humiliated like this in front of everyone.” Tig said with finality before turning to you. “Come with me.”


Tig guided you by the hand to his room, shutting the door behind you. You sat down on the end of his bed and looked at the floor as the tears flowed from your eyes. Tig sat next to you awkwardly, his leather kutte squeaked as his put his arm around you. You leaned into him and cried hard. All of the emotions you were trying to suppress were collapsing in on you, making it hard to carry the weight of it all. Tig rubbed your arm as you cried.

“It’s okay doll, it’s okay.” He hushed. “Tell me what’s going on.”

You looked up at him and he looked down at you with his bright blue eyes, filled with compassion and wonder. Tig was the one person you hadn’t slept with in SAMCRO and it made you feel a bit more comfortable. You always had a crush on Tig but you felt he was extremely unattainable.

“I just feel so ashamed here. I’ve just a whore in the club’s eye. I hate it. I hoped maybe I had a chance to redeem myself by helping you guys but I just ruin everything. I don’t want to be known as a crow eater anymore.” You let your issues roll off your tongue like they were nothing. You felt comfortable telling Tig your problems. He listened intently and cared immensely about every word you said.

“I don’t see you as a whore (Y/N). I think you’re a lost little girl whose made some mistakes.” He said with a smile. “Don’t worry, Clay’s angry because the plan didn’t work. He’ll calm down.”

You sighed deeply and held your head in your hands. “Maybe it’d be best if I wasn’t allowed back here.”

Tig took your face in his grasp. “I want you here.”

You looked deeply into Tig’s eyes. You were so pleased that he was being so kind to you, that he cared about you. Tig always had respect for you, not like the other crow eaters. He had a crush on you but never did anything about it. He felt like if he did have sex with you, he’d somehow ruin his feelings for you, ruin the illusion of the beautiful girl in front of him.

“Are you going to kiss me Tig?” You whispered, reaching up and touching Tig’s jaw with your fingertips.

He leaned down and pressed his lips onto yours with delicacy and tenderness. His lips were soft and careful and you felt your head swimming.


You pulled away from the kiss and pushed yourself backward to be further up the bed before pulling Tig by the kutte to be on top of you. You wrapped your legs around his middle and secured him to your body. You grabbed his face and pressed his lips down roughly to yours, grinding against his hips. He pulled away promptly, steadying himself by placing his hands either side of your head.

“We shouldn’t do this.” Tig breathed heavily.

“Please Tiggy.” You sighed, pulling on his leather kutte. “I’ve wanted this for so long. Please?”

“Wait what?” Tig asked in confusion, looking into your eyes.

“You’re the only one that I really like Tig. I’ve only wanted you this whole time but you never went for me. I slept with the others to try and make you jealous or something.” You explained.

“I didn’t sleep with you because I respected you. I didn’t know that you actually liked me.” Tig shook his head. “I can’t believe this.”

“I know you won’t leave me in the morning.” You whispered, reaching up to kiss his cheek. “Please Tigger, I need you.”

Tig smirked down at you and ran a finger across your cheek. “You’re mine baby girl.”

Tig leaned down and kissed you passionately, his hand running down your abdomen and disappearing up your shirt. He stroked the side of your body as you deepened the kiss. You flipped yourself over so you were on top of him, your already pulsing heat rubbing against the denim of his jeans. You pulled the SAMCRO jumper over your head and exposed your black lacy bra. Tig’s hands roamed your sides as you unclasped your bra, letting your breasts fall free. Tig licked his lips at your form and knew exactly what he needed from you. He sat up and picked you up, moving up the bed until Tig’s head was at the headboard. He took off your leggings and tossed them across the room. You took your panties off and wiggled your way up Tig’s body until you were comfortably sitting on his face. Tig wrapped his arms around your lower half as his tongue plunged deeply into your dripping folds. You let out a breathy moan, steadying yourself by gripping onto the wooden headboard. You gyrated in time to Tig’s powerful strokes of his tongue. You chewed on your lip to try and keep quiet while his tongue formed delicate circles on your clit. His fingernails dug into the soft skin of your ass cheeks and he landed a firm slap on your left ass cheek as he plunged his tongue deeper and deeper, paying more attention to your sensitive core. You moaned louder with every movement.

“Tig, I’m going to come.” You groaned. “I need you to fuck me.”

Tig lapped up the remaining juices before helping you disembark from his face. His face was flushed pink and his lips were plump from being overworked.


Tig sat up and you took off his kutte and shirt in haste. He picked you up and sat you next to him so he could take his pants off quickly. You were shocked at the size of his cock but you were excited at the same time. You straddled his lap immediately, grinding your throbbing pussy against his hard cock. Tig moaned before guiding your lips back to his. You moved your hips faster, loving the feeling of his cock moving in and out of your folds.

“Sit on it.” Tig whispered. “C'mon don’t leave me waiting.”

You looked deeply into his blue eyes and chewed on your lip as you slid his dick easily into your entrance. You both moaned as he entered you and your hips picked up pace. Tig’s hand found your hips and guided your movements to a slow and sensual pace. You closed your eyes as threw your head back when Tig’s mouth latched onto the soft skin of your neck. He bit down and sucked hard as you continued to swivel your hips. Tig gripped your hips, leaving fingerprints on your skin, and guided you into a faster pace. You gripped his shoulders as his cock filled you deeper, your eyes screwed up in pleasure. You knew you were close but it was Tig’s fingers delicately rubbing your clit that made you teeter on the edge.

“I’m going to cum Tig.” You moaned. “Let me.”

“Cum for me.” He growled in your ear before nibbling on your earlobe.

You almost screamed when your body exploded in ecstasy. You trembled as your body fell on top of his. Tig laid you down on the bed and covered your naked bodies with the blanket. You snuggled into him and he stroked your hair, kissing your forehead.

“I’m not letting you go (Y/N).” Tig said. “You’re too special.”

“Keep me around Tiggy.” You sighed before dosing off to sleep.