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Preference #21 He Has A Wet Dream

I made this one awhile back and I laughed while editing this xx



You had your head against Liam’s chest while watching a movie on the couch. He had fallen asleep, but he was keeping you warm until he started grinding on you.

“Liam, stop,” you complained, but you received a moan from him instead. You felt a bulge form onto your back making you giggle.

“Goddamn Y/N, you’re so good for, daddy,” he moaned, holding and grinding on you harder, but you were still laughing.

His moans were progressively getting louder. You tried everything in your power not to laugh. You were a bit uncomfortable, but you were still laughing.

“Are you gonna make daddy cum?” he groaned making you struggle more to get out his grasp.

“No, I don’t wanna make you cum,” you laughed, trying to escape.

He moaned on last time before knowing that he had came. “Ew Liam, that disgusting!” Yyou yelled causing him to wake up.

“What’s wrong?” Liam asked as you got up from the couch.

“Go and get changed!” you yelled pointing at his pants.

“Oh God,” he groaned walking up to our room.

“Don’t come back until you’re cleaned off and we are done with any kind of cuddling for the night!”


You sighed as you walked through the front door. “Niall?” you called out through the house while kicking off your shoes. He didn’t respond. “Niall? babe?” you called you out again.

You looked in the kitchen and the couch, but he was no where to be found. You walked up stairs and heard a distant moan coming from your bedroom. The door was closed and the moaning got louder.

“Jesus Christ baby, you feel so good!” you heard Niall moan.

You were shocked. Was he with another girl? You took a deep breath before opening the door. He was by himself, in his underwear, grinding on the bed.

“Fuck Y/N you’re so tight,” he groaned, grinding faster.

“Niall,” you laughed, shaking him. As much as you wanted him to stop it was amusing to watch him get himself off in his sleep.

“Fuck baby!” he moaned. You laughed even harder when you saw your boyfriend mess up his boxers.

“Niall, wake up!” you yelled hitting him with a pillow.

“What! What’s wrong?” he asked, scrambling to get up.

“Something tells me you had a great nap,” you laughed pointing at his boxers.

“Aw not again,” He mumbled, waking to the bathroom.



“Zayn, dinner is ready!” you yelled from the kitchen, getting two plates out. He didn’t respond. “Zayn?” you called out again.

He was only on the couch; he should be able to hear you. You walked into the living room to see him moving on the couch.

“Fuck Y/N you feel so good around me,” Zayn moaned, grinding on the couch.

This wasn’t the first time you caught Zayn having a wet dream, but it was the first time that you couldn’t wake him up.

“Zayn, seriously,” you said shaking him, but his hips just moved quicker. He moaned louder and you knew he was very close. You knew just to let him ride it out.

“Aw s-shit, Y/N!” he groaned and you knew that he had just came.

“Zayn! Jesus Christ, wake up!” you yelled with a little giggle in your voice.

He slowly opened his eyes and smiled, “Hey, is dinner ready yet babe?” he asked.

“Yeah but if I were you, I would go wash up. Down here as well,” you laughed pointing to his crotch.

“Why didn’t you wake me up?” Zayn asked, running his hands down his, now, red face.

“I tried babe but you wouldn’t wake. So, go and clean yourself before you eat.”


You finished putting on your pajamas and walked into your bedroom. You saw Harry passed out on top of the bed hugging his pillow. You smiled at the sight of him looking like a child.

“Y/N…” Harry moaned, hugging the pillow tighter. “You feel so fucking good,” he moaned out again.

He was having a wet dream about you. It was almost flattering that he was having dreams about you. You sat next to him and and shook his shoulder.

“Harry,” you said shaking him a bit harder.

“Fuck Y/N, I’m close!” he moaned louder.

You shook him harder trying to wake him up before he messed up the bed. He got much louder with his moans before you saw a wet spot form in his boxers making you laugh.

“Harry!” you yelled hitting him with a pillow making him wake up.

“Oh, hey,” he yawned sitting up. “I had the best dream about you.”

“I can tell,” you teased, gesturing to his pants.

“Did I-”

“Yeah, but it was kinda hot,” you said, rubbing his arm. “Go clean your self up and tell me exactly what I did and maybe we can see if reality can beat your fantasy.”


The sound of Louis mumbling something in his sleep was keeping you up.

“Ugh Y/N,” he mumbled, shifting the bed.

“Louis, shut up and stop moving the bed,” you complained.

“Oh fuck, baby, you’re so tight,” Louis moaned.

“Oh you’re having a wet dream,” you smiled. “Louis please, faster baby harder.” You mocked moaned in his ear. You felt the bed move faster.

“Oh my God Lou!” you moaned trying to contain your laughter. You dug your nails in his back and he hissed.

“I’m so close babe,” he groaned.

“Let it go!” you said but started laughing.

“Y/N? What’s wrong; it’s like 2:00 in the morning,” Louis said sitting up.

“You don’t remember that dream you just had?” you asked, trying to calm your voice.

“Actually, it was a great dream,” he smirked.

“I think it’s obvious,” you laughed, pointing at his crotch.

“The hell Y/N. Why didn’t you wake me?” he asked, running his hand through his already disheveled hair.

“I thought it would be funny to mess with you, but if you go and clean yourself up, I’ll make it up to you,” you said before kissing him behind the ear.

“I’ll be back,” he smirked, jetting off to the bathroom.

Louis Selfies

Louis never really took solo selfies before Jan 20, 2016.  He started posting them semi-regularly after that and the thing that first caught my attention was how similar his pose and expression are in all of them.

I’ve talked about the theory that Louis is posting selfies as warnings before, so here are the selfies and the events that followed.  I’ll update as necessary.

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a/n: part deux to the kissing prank/youtube drabble

w/c: 1.2k


Niall squints at the number, back hunched over, with his fingers hovering over the keys of his laptop.

“I told you having him would help,” Louis says after a moment, grinning widely as he pokes at Niall’s side.

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Need a Little Sweetness in My Life | Harry Styles

Part 2 of Sugar! Yes, please!

Sugar by Maroon V


*photo edit is mine

Need a Little Sweetness in My Life (2 of 2) | Harry Styles One-Shot Imagine

Harry’s POV


I was suddenly yanked out of bed and thrown against the wall by a very pissed off Zayn.

“What the hell?!” I shouted as my sleepy self stared in complete shock at my band mate who I swear had fire in his eyes.


Zayn’s fist was about to punch my eye but luckily Louis pulled him away from me before he could and dragged him across my room.

“WHOA ZAYN! Calm down mate!” Louis struggled to hold Zayn’s arms behind him as Liam and Niall rushed into my room.

“What the hell is going on in here?” Liam stood in between us, his arms spread wide.

“I don’t know! He just barged in here when I was sleeping!” I shook my head.

“YOU KISSED Y/N?! SHE’S LIKE A SISTER TO ME!” Zayn roared, while Louis still held him back. 

Liam was now wide-eyed as he shifted his eyes from me to Zayn.

Oh shit.

I glared at Niall, knowing he was the one that told him. Leave it Niall to blab.

Niall clapped his hands together and apologized as he came to my side, “I’m so sorry mate! I didn’t know he was going to react this way!”

“Zayn! Calm down! Let’s just talk it out!” Liam tried to mediate this.

I held my arms out, palms facing up, “What the hell is your problem? It was just a kiss!”

“Just a kiss? Just a fuck- Are you fucking serious? She’s my best friend! She’s one of the best people I know! I refuse to let her be another one of your fucking playthings!” Zayn’s eyes glowered at me.

“Playthings? What the hell? Is that the kind of guy you see me as?” Now I was offended.

He cocked his eyebrow and shot me a are-you-fucking-kidding-me look, “Caroline? Taylor? Kendall? Cara? Nadine? Random chicks at the clubs? Do I NEED to continue?”

He turned his head around, “Louis, let me go!”

“Not until you chill out!” Louis shouted back.

“I’m calm!” Zayn jerked his arms away from Louis’ grip and straightened himself up as he looked up at me.

“Zayn, I would never hurt her. I wouldn’t do that to you! You’re one of my best mates! I would never ever disrespect you like that,” I said calmly.

He continued to glare at me.

“I’m serious! I really do like her! Look, I’ll be honest with you… I asked her out on a proper date because I want to get to know her. I should’ve asked you first but the words just flew out of my mouth,” I explained.

Zayn took a deep breath and lowered his eyes for a few seconds, then he looked me dead in the eyes, “Fine, but I swear to god, I will beat the shit out of you if you break her heart, and you three can’t stop me,” He pointed at Liam, Louis and Niall.

“Deal,” I smiled, I was just happy that I wasn’t going on my date tonight with a black eye.

Zayn walked passed them as they all held up their hands.

“Yep! You got it Zayn,” Louis said quickly.

Liam nodded, “I understand.”

Niall just kept his mouth shut, still feeling guilty since he cause this whole mess.

When Zayn was out of my room I looked at Liam and Louis, “You understand? You would let him kick my ass?”

“Well, if you broke my sister’s heart, I would want to kill you as well.” Louis shrugged.

“Yeah mate, how would you feel if someone broke Gem’s heart?” Liam smirked.

I shudder as I thought back to how I wanted to kick Ashton’s ass when they briefly dated.

“Okay okay, fine, I get it. But I really do like her guys.” I smiled.

“Whatever mate, just have fun tonight, be glad Zayn let you live.” Louis tapped me on the shoulder and walked out of my room.

“Yeah, let me know how it goes.” Liam smiled and followed him out.

“Harry, mate, I am so-” Niall began.

“It’s okay Niall, don’t worry about it.” I threw my arm over his shoulder, slightly hugging him,“Now let me get some more sleep.”

“Alright,” He grinned then headed to his room.

I shut the door and dove back in my bed.

- - - - -

Your POV

As I was in the middle of doing my morning Yoga, I heard my doorbell ring twice and then furious knocking.

I opened the door to see a very upset Zayn.

“You’re going on a date with Styles?” He spat out then barged in pass me.

“Well good morning to you too.” I shut my door and followed the dark haired idiot into my living room.

Zayn paced around with his arms folded across his chest, “Why didn’t you tell me? I had to find out through Niall of all people… AND I almost smashed Styles’ face if it-“

“You almost what? You almost hit Harry? Why?! Zayn! I can take care of myself.” I stared at my best friend in disbelief, my hands on my hips.

Zayn’s face softened as he stopped and looked at me, “Y/N, I know you can. It’s just… Styles has a history with girls and I don’t want you to be just another one on his list.”

“Zayn. I appreciate your concern. But you know me!” I placed one hand on my chest, “I would kick a guy’s ass before I allow him to make me his plaything… Hell that’s probably why I’ve been single for so long, I’m too intimidating.” I laughed as I pulled Zayn down on the couch next to me.

“No, that’s not it. No guy has been good enough to date you like no guys are good enough for my sisters.” He finally smiled.

“Well whatever the reason may be, I love you for caring, but I can handle Harry. I mean… I don’t even know exactly what it is between us, it’s just a date Zayn. Hell, we might not even have anything in common and end up not being able to stand each other,” I grinned.

“No way, only an idiot would not like you.” He leaned back against the couch.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah…” I rolled my eyes.

I mirrored him and leaned back and tilted my head on the couch.

I turned my head towards him, “I can’t believe you almost hit him.”

We both erupted with laughter and continued talking for a couple more hours until I had to get ready for a meeting with my manager.

Around 1pm as I was sitting in a little cafe in central London listening to my manager go over my schedule for next week, I got a text from a number I didn’t recognize.

Hey, Y/N it’s Harry! I would have called but Zayn said you were at a meeting. I completely forgot to ask for your number last night and had to beg Zayn for it so I hope that’s okay! Was wondering if I could pick you up tonight at 7?

I felt myself blushing and grinning as I read his text.

Yes! Seven is perfect. Can’t wait!

“Who’s distracting you and is the reason for that smile?” My manager Diane smirked. She had become more of a friend than manager since she’s been here for me for over a year.

“Just a guy,” I shook my head.

“Oh my word, a guy? You know, You have never once told me you fancied a guy before. Who’s the lucky man?” She closed her folder and shut off her iPad, ending the ‘meeting.’

“Okay Diane, but if I tell you, it needs to stay between us, it can’t get out.”

“Of course not. I’m your manager, remember? I’m suppose to know these things anyways,” She smiled and leaned closer.

I looked around the cafe to make sure no one was in ear-shot, “It’s umm Harry Styles,” I whispered.

Her eyes grew wide, every management company in London knew who One Direction were; they’ve all been trying to poach them from Modest. 

Well who am I kidding, every person in the world with Internet access knew them, of course.

“But- it’s nothing, we are just getting to know each other.” I looked down at my hands.

“Really? Harry Styles?” She whispered back at me with wide eye.

“Well you know I’m close to Zayn, I just met the rest of them the other day and I don’t know… Harry… caught my eye.” I pressed my lips together.

“Well, just be careful, that boy has a little reputation. I don’t want you getting hurt, okay? Oh, gosh, I’m going to have to prepare for all the pictures and the media going crazy tonight,” She pulled out her phone, opened her folder, clicked her pen and quickly jotted down notes.

“It’s not a big deal, it’s just one date…” I bit my lip, I got really nervous.

“I know but HE’S a big deal… They are followed everywhere. Fans literally stalk them, so don’t be surprised if they bombard you during your date. Just be ready,” She warned me.

She sent a quick text to someone then packed her things, “I’ll see you in a couple days at the office, alright? I’ll be next to my phone so if you need me, don’t hesitate to call.”

I gave her a hug and kissed her cheek before she left.

Harry Styles apparently has a reputation I know nothing about. I sat there for a couple minutes finishing up my tea. I pulled out my MacBook and opened up safari then typed in: ‘Harry Styles dating.’ Over thousands of articles popped up.

I didn’t even want to read them because scrolling through the titles were enough.

Do I really want to get myself mixed with him? I was just starting my career, even though my single had been number one for the past month in the UK, I still wasn’t use to the fame. I hated when the media focused their attention on me. I hated that every move I made was carefully dissected. 

I picked up my phone off my lap and started texting him to cancel but I erased it.

Everyone deserves a chance, right?

- - - - -

At 7pm sharp I heard my doorbell ring.

I opened my door to see Harry wearing a pair of black skinny jeans and a black button up shirt which was actually only half buttoned, revealing both the heads of his swallow tattoos, which made me blush. His hands were behind his back.

“Hi!” He flashed me an incredible smile, showing off his teeth and dimples.

“Hi!” I smiled.

A bouquet of red roses appeared as he brought his arms in front of him, “Is it too cheesy that I got you roses?”

I blushed and shook my head, “No, I think it’s very sweet! Thank you! Come in!”

Harry handed me the bouquet, “You look beautiful by the way.”

I looked down at my outfit, which consisted of a black v-neck and high waisted royal blue shorts with a gold belt, I wasn’t sure how to dress for tonight but I wanted to be comfortable.

“Thank you. You look very handsome yourself. I’m going to put these in a vase.”

After I placed the flowers in a vase and filled it with water, I brought it out to my living room and placed it on the coffee table. I found Harry walking around my living room and admiring the paintings that had hung on my walls.

“Did Zayn- are these Zayn’s work?” He turned around when he heard my footsteps.

“Yeah! He wanted to buy me something as a house-warming gift but I asked for some of his art work instead.”

“These are amazing, your flat is beautiful.” Harry smiled as he walked towards me, “Ready?”

“Almost! Let me just grab a pair of shoes.”

“Wear something comfortable,” He smiled.

Harry drove us out of central London in his Range Rover, to west London. He pulled up to the Natural History Museum, which shocked me. I absolutely loved museums.

I looked over at Harry and bit my lip as he turned off the car he looked up at me.

“Why the museum?” I was curious.

“I’ve always wanted to come here, is this lame? We can go somewhere else…” Harry was about to turn on the car until I put my hand over his.

“No! I love museums! I’m just… No, I’m really excited.” I smiled at him.

“Great! Wait here.” Harry quickly got out of the car and came over to open my door for me.

“Thank you.” I blushed, he sure knows how to work his charm.

As we walked up to the museum I remembered that it was already closed, at 5:50pm to be exact. I looked down at my watch to see that it was 7:35pm.

I stopped walking and looked at Harry, “Wait. The museum’s already closed…” I frowned.

“I might’ve pulled some strings.” Harry winked at me as he continued to guide me to the door.

My eyes brightened and my heart raced, “No you didn’t.”

Harry just grinned at me as we were greeted by the a lady in a white dress suite who was waiting for us.

“Mr. Styles, I am honored to have you visit us tonight, I’m Sharon Ament, the director of this museum.” She shook Harry’s hand and then mine.

“Please, call me Harry, this is Y/N, thank you so much for allowing us to be here on such short notice.”

“It’s no problem at all, anytime!” She opened the door for us and guided us in.

Even though I’ve been here before, it was different when you’re the only one there and it’s much quieter.

The museum was absolutely beautiful. When you first enter, you immediately notice the giant dinosaur skeleton right in the central of the museum, the ceilings were high and the building itself was magnificent, resembling a cathedral that I had been to in Italy.

She gave us a quick overview of the museum, showing us on a map what exhibits were where.

“You two are free to walk around and do whatever you want, take your time. My employees are stationed at every exhibit and will be happy to help you if you need anything.” She smiled at us.

“Thank you so much Sharon!” I said excitedly and Harry just grinned and nodded as he took my hand in his and began our little adventure.

Harry and I spent two hours in the museum. We took tons of pictures with different fossils of dinosaurs, we studied the art pieces, read to each other about the history of different cultures, did the little activities that were meant for kids, learned about kings, queens, mythical characters and artists and then acted like them for each other. I never had felt more like myself when I was with someone, well besides Zayn.

Harry made me laugh so much and roll my eyes at his cheesy jokes and pick up lines. I could definitely see why girls liked him. He was very charming, sweet and kind. He thanked every person we saw at the museum, whether they helped us or not.

“Hungry?” He asked as we walked towards the exit of the museum.

“Yeah… I’m actually starving now that you mention it.” I haven’t eaten since my meeting with Diane which was around 12:30pm.

“Thank you so much again for everything Sharon,” Harry shook her hand while handing her an envelope.

“Of course and thank you Harry, please come back any time.” She nodded at the both of us and walked us out.

“Great there’s somewhere I-” Harry stopped talking as we walked out the door and were blinded by over two dozen flashing lights. Paparazzi. Then we heard girls screaming… and fans.

“Oh my god, how did they know we were here?” I looked at him.

“Just follow me and don’t say anything, I’m so sorry Y/N.” He apologized as we walked towards his car.

Questions and comments were thrown at us left and right as they snapped pictures while following us.

“Are you two dating now?”

“Harry, what about Nadine? She was just with you a few weeks ago!”

“Hi Harry! You look amazing!”

“How long have you two been dating?

“Y/N are you dating Harry just for more fame and attention?

“Why are you with her Harry? She’s not good enough for you!”

“Harry can we please have a picture?”

“Are you two sleeping together?”

“Y/N you’re so pretty!”

“Y/N are you dating both Zayn and Harry?”


“Y/N are you using Harry and Zayn for your social gain?”


Harry opened my door for me and quickly shut it when I was inside then he ran to his side and climbed in. Even though we were both in the car, paparazzi surrounded his car and still continued taking pictures.

I had to take deep breathes to calm myself down.

“Y/N… I am so very sorry for all of this.” He shook his head as he started the car.

“It’s… it’s okay Harry, I sort of mentally prepared myself for this before our date, let’s just get out of here,” I pleaded.

“You got it.” He looked straight ahead and pulled away slowly.

Once we were finally on the highway, Harry apologized again.

“Y/N, I am so sorry, I don’t know how they found out about our date.”

I pulled out my phone to see a text from Diane.

“Apparently someone at the museum tweeted a picture…” I showed him a picture of us holding hands and walking around the museum.

“Damn it.” Harry frowned.

“It’s fine Harry, I’m not upset about it anymore.” I put my phone back in my pocket.

“Okay good.”

Harry drove us to the edge of the Battersea Bridge and parked. 

He reached to the back seat of his car and brought a picnic basket to the front.

“Dinner a la Harry.” He grinned at me and I let out a laugh and covered my face.

He laced his hand in mine as we walked down the bridge that was over the Thames River. I loved the architecture of the bridge and lamp posts they had every few feet. 

Harry picked a spot that was in between two lamp posts and we sat down. He opened up the basket to reveal two glasses, a cold bottle of apple cider and a plate of different sandwiches, a variety of fruits cut up in a bowl and two beautiful cupcakes.

“Wow…” I was really surprised, this was really romantic. I felt butterflies through out the whole night but at this moment, they were fluttering faster than ever.

“This is really…”

Harry panicked, “Lame? Oh my god, I knew it. I should’ve just taken you to-“ 

“NO! Harry no! I love this, this night has been perfect, minus the paparazzi, but no it’s perfect. I love this… I haven’t been on a date in years…” I placed my hand over his, “This is perfect.”

“Really?!” His eyes lit up as a huge grin spread across his face.


I drank apple cider as Harry explained what each of the sandwiches were and what were in the them, he had made four different kinds for us to share.

I look a bite of the first sandwich, as I looked out onto the river.

"This is really good Harry!” I nodded and he just smiled.

“About earlier…” Harry started after he finished his half of the first sandwich, “I feel like I should clear some things up that you might’ve heard the pap ask.”

“Harry, it’s okay. Really. Whatever girls you dated before, it’s not my business and it doesn’t affect me.”

Harry looked at me in shock.

“What?” I cocked my eyebrow.

“You’re just so… amazing… But I’m letting you know that I would be honest with you, anything you want to know, I would tell you.” Harry looked in my eyes.

I took a sip of my drink, “I mean, this is just our first date, I don’t even know if you even want to keep dating me and-“

“I do.” He said without hesitation.

“What?” I was the one in shock now.

“I do want to go on another date, I want to go on many more dates with you. I really like you and I want to keep getting to know you… if you feel the same way.” He bit his bottom lip and blushed.

“I do… It’s just… to be honest? I’m still not use to the attention. I mean I’m only beginning to get big here in the UK and apparently my single is climbing in America… I’m still adjusting to this life… AND I actually haven’t even been on a date in two years.”

“What? Really? Then why did you agree to go on a date with me?” He grabbed another sandwich.

“I just haven’t found anyone interesting… until you.” Okay now I was red and sweating perhaps even slightly shaking.

I stuffed the rest of the sandwich in my mouth out of nervousness and looked away from Harry as I chewed.

“Wow, I’m really flattered and to be honest as well, I don’t actually ever date girls while I’m on tour… Nadine is actually just a friend that apparently the world thinks I’ve dated, including your best friend. But that’s all she is to me, a friend.” Harry then continued eating.

I took a drink of my apple cider.

“Well even if you did date her, that stuff doesn’t matter to me. A person’s history of who they dated or slept with doesn’t define who they are as a person. To me what matters is how you treat other people, how others treat you out of love and respect, how you view the world, your relationships with the people around you… things of that nature.”

“Wow. You- you’re really different from any girl I’ve met. I really do like you Y/N… and I understand that this lifestyle can get pretty rough, but trust me, when you perform in front of all those people and you hear and see the fans sing the songs that you wrote, it makes it all worth it.”

Listening to Harry made me feel butterflies. I haven’t ever felt this way about a guy before and it was very foreign to me. I’ve always been the type of girl to go with my gut and trust my instincts and right now they were telling me two things: one, take a chance and see what it will be like to date Harry and two, kiss him.

I put my hand up to his cheek and turned his head towards mine and lightly placed my lips on his. It took Harry a second to register what was happening, since he was caught off guard, but he dropped his sandwich and kissed me back.

My stomach was officially in knots, I was really happy. I felt like fireworks were going off in my body as Harry pulled me closer to him, deepening the kiss.

I was the first pull away because a biker riding by whistled at us and made me feel slightly embarrassed.

“Wow.” Harry exhaled as he looked out onto the river.

I cleared my throat and grabbed a cupcake. I held it up in my hand to see that it was red velvet flavored with pink frosting topped with silver sugar pearls.

“Harry… did you make this…?” I looked at him as I reached for my phone in my pocket.

“Yeah!” He said enthusiastically.

I snapped a picture of the cupcake with the London skyline in the background before I took a bite.

It was delicious, it was moist and the frosting was made of cream cheese, which I loved.

“Harry!” I looked at him in complete shock as I covered my mouth, “These are delicious! Oh my god!”

“Did you know… before all this One Direction business…” He turned his head towards me and said in a very serious tone, “I use to be a baker.”

“No fucking way!” I laughed.

“Really! If I didn’t go to my audition, I would be probably still be there or own it at this point!” He held his hands up in all honesty.

“Really now? Harry Styles, a baker?” I pulled my bottom lip in between my teeth and shook my head.

We both finished up the rest of the food, me eating all the fruits and cupcakes while Harry ate most of the sandwiches. We kept talking and learning about each other’s likes, dislikes, hobbies, music preferences, role models, favorite concerts, artists, and our experiences with paparazzi and fans.

“Do you wanna come over and see the guys? I’m sure Zayn would be happy to see you.” Harry suggested as walked back to his car.

“Yeah sure!” I nodded.

“Actually, the flat that we rented out for the week while we are here in London for our tour isn’t even that far from where you live.”

“What? Really?”

“Yeah! We were tired of hotels and we told our manager that we wanted to stay in an actual home since we were here for a week.”

“I would get tired of hotels too…” I felt bad for them, having to go from hotel to hotel constantly for 8 months? I would go crazy.

“Well once you start touring, you can share our pain.” He said as he opened my door for me.

I faced him, “What tour? I’m not going to tour any time soon.”

“Yeah right, don’t act like once your album drops people aren’t going to demand concerts.” He kissed my cheek, “Hop in, beautiful.”

We finally pulled up to their flat and Harry let me walk in first. Nice doesn’t even begin to describe the flat they were staying at. I thought my flat was really nice considering that it cost over six figures; but this flat that they had rented was ridiculously luxurious. 

“Come,” He held out his hand as he guided me in the enormous home.

We approached the living room area and I saw that Niall and Louis were playing FIFA against each other.

“Harry! What are you- oh! Y/N!” Niall waved as he saw me.

“Hi!” I waved back.

“Hi Y/N! Excuse me for a second as I kick his ass.” Louis greeted me as he turned his attention back to the T.V.

“No problem, you can kick Niall’s ass all you want but just letting you know, I can probably kick all of your asses at this game.”

Niall immediately paused the game as Louis dropped his remote and all three boys stared at me with their jaws dropped.

“Harry… if you don’t marry her… I’m going too.” Niall slowly said.

“Is that my best friend I hear?” Zayn came in and wrapped his arms around me from behind.

“Yep! Just telling these guys that I can beat them at this game.”

“Oh yeah, did I forgot to tell you guys that she’s a hardcore gamer? Must’ve slipped my mind…” Zayn innocently said.

“GAME ON!” Louis picked up his remote and grabbed another and tossed it to me, “Let’s see what you’ve got Y/N!”

“Come on Haz, you play too. You and Y/N can be on the same team!” Niall threw Harry a remote.

Harry and I sat together on the floor as Louis and Niall sat on the couch.

Zayn sat down on the la-z-boy recliner next to us, “This should be amusing.”

“Where’s Liam?” Harry asked as Niall and Louis picked their teams.

“I think he’s off skyping Sophia,” Zayn shrugged.

After losing to two matches against me and Harry, Louis and Niall cried, okay not literally, but they were upset. Harry and Zayn laughed as Louis and Niall pretended to weep while I stood up turning around slowly with my hands in the air claiming victory.

“I warned you that I was going to kick your ass!” I went over and hugged both the boys as they dropped their head in their hands in defeat.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah… I can’t believed that happened… I’m depressed, I’m going to sleep!” Niall hugged me then stormed off.

“Me too… Good game Y/N! You’ve impressed me.” Louis hugged me before he headed off to his room.

“I got to run to the bathroom really quick then I’ll take you home!” Harry shuffled off.

“So… how was your date?” Zayn sat next to me.

“It was perfect. I really like him Zayn.” I bit my lip as looked over to make sure Harry was still in the bathroom.

“Really? Well… I just want you to be happy.” He put his arm around me.

“I think he would make me happy. He was honest with me tonight…and I appreciate that more than anything. You know that I’m scared of being in a relationship, but with Harry, for some reason I don’t feel scared, it feels right. God I sound like a sap.” I slightly hit myself in the face.

Zayn let out a little laugh, “Hey that’s okay, and it’s a good thing. If he makes you happy then that’s all that matters to me. I’m not going to get in the way of that.”

“Thanks Zayn.” I wrapped my arms around him.

“I’ll still kick his ass if he hurts you though.” Zayn whispered as we heard Harry’s footsteps.

“Ready?” Harry smiled as he picked up his car key.

I looked at Harry and I just felt that being with him was right and that I hoped to God that we work out.

I nodded, “Yeah, I think I am,” 

I glanced at Zayn and he knew exactly what I meant.

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“Hi! It’s Y/N. Welcome to My YouTube Channel” (Request)- Niall Horan

“Hello Everyone! 

I’m Y/N, if you’re new here, and this is my channel! 

This week I am going to be showing you my everyday makeup and hair. Hope you all enjoy. Let’s get to the video. Muah!” you say into your camera, blowing a kiss to finish out your intro. You had already filmed the makeup tutorial, as well as your hair, and you were just about to finish with your introduction and ending when your boyfriend walked in the room.

“Babe, are you almost done in here?” Niall whines, leaning over and placing his head on top of yours and kissing your forehead.

“Yes, I am. Thank you very much for interrupting,” you say, kissing his hand and turning off your camera. “If it weren’t for your constant interjections, I would’ve been done an hour ago,” you laugh, watching as his smirk turned to a scowl.

“Well I’m sorry I wanted quality time with my girlfriend, who is probably just as away as I am. This is the reason we can’t have a pet. A poor fish couldn’t even survive with us,” he says, pulling you into his chest to kiss you as you stand up from your stool.

“Yeah, but the times that we are together, alone, like this, make everything worth it,” you add, leaning up to place a passionate kiss to his lips, arms wrapping loosely around his neck.

“I love you,” he says, pulling away and looking at your face.

“I love you, too. Now let’s go eat, I can smell the chicken from in here,” you say, pulling his hand lightly towards the kitchen where you had prepared fried chicken and chips.

“Oh my God, this looks amazing,” Niall says, mouth practically watering at the sight of the freshly baked food. 

As soon as your plates were made, you two ate and talked about Niall’s day at the studio and what you had left to film before the end of the week for uploading. Right after dinner was eaten, Niall washed up, leaving you to edit for about an hour and then took yourself to the settee where your boyfriend was already waiting for you to join him under the blanket and eat popcorn to a random film on the telly.

You both were barely paying attention to the movie, more on Twitter interacting with fans, and showing each other tweets that were being sent through, or private messages that had been received.

You send out a tweet about a twitcam, seeing if you’d get a response, and the replies and mentions that your phone had received had caused you to just set the mobile on the end table next to you.

“Ni, if you want, would you like to do a twitcam with me tomorrow? We could film it in the morning and then have the rest of the day to do whatever we want?” you ask after seeing hundreds of replies asking you to do another boyfriend tag with Niall.

“Yeah, I have a feeling I don’ really ‘ave a choice ‘dough, look a’ wha’ you’re followers are tweetin’ a’ me,” he chuckles, leaning over to show you his mentions of asking him to join your twitcam, “I think it’d be fun again. Let’s do it.”

“Sounds great, but you know what sounds even better?”

“Hmm?” he hums, mouth full of popcorn as he asks.

“Watching this film,” you laugh, taking his and your phone to place on the opposite end of the settee, grabbing a quilt and placing it atop both of you and pulling the popcorn in your hands. Niall takes your body and scoots it as physically close as possible, your head snuggling itself in his neck. Your fingers are intertwined and the movie plays mindlessly in the background as the sounds of your laughs fill the room.

You two finish the film and finish another episode of F.R.I.E.N.D.S. before Niall turns over and moves the popcorn bowl from your lap.

“What’re you doin’?” you say giggling as he climbs on top of you, quilt falling to a pile on the carpet beneath the settee.

“I love you,” he says leaning down to kiss you, his calloused fingers attaching themselves at your hips, and moved all around your face and neck, anywhere he could get to within a few centimeters from your lips.

“I love you, too, you know,” you say a giggle escaping your lips, lifting his chin to look at you, a glazed smile spread across his face, lips plumped and pink, “I love you so much.”

“You make me so happy, you don’t understand, Y/N,” he says, forehead leaning against yours, arms pushed straight in order to hold himself up above you. “But we have a full day tomorrow, so we better head to sleep,” he says, leaning down to kiss you again, before scooping you up in his arms.

“Niall Horan, put me down,” you laugh, arms automatically wrapping around his neck as he runs up the staircase, playfully throwing you on your shared bed and lunging on top of the covers. “You’re mad. Like a proper mad,” you say, grabbing your stomach as you laugh uncontrollably with your boyfriend.

“But you love me for it. C’mon let’s get to bed, we got’a big live-stream to do in ‘de mornin’,” he says, pulling you closer to him by your waist, the duvet encasing your bodies before you kissed each other and went to sleep.


“Alright. We’ve got popcorn to snack, whipped cream for whoever’s wrong for the question, and your laptop is set up, yeah?” Niall says, grabbing the stool to sit next to you and wait for you two send the tweet out and open the live-stream.

“Alright, you ready? you ask, leaning forward to pull up the screen.

“Yeah, let’s do it,” he says, finally sitting down and combing his hand through his blonde hair. You two had both set up the tweet with the link, only a matter of sending it through.

“3.. 2.. 1..” you say, counting down to turn on the stream and send through both your tweets. In a matter of seconds millions of people were online with comments, waiting for you to begin. 

“Hi everyone! Niall and I are here to do a little tag that’s been blowing up my mentions for the last 24 hours. This is our third year dating and we’ve decided to film another boyfriend tag. We have whipped cream sitting next to us, and we’re going to ask five questions each. Send in comments or any other questions you want us to ask. Let’s get started,” you say leaning down to pull up another screen with the questions, and just as you turned to say something, Niall kisses you quick, handing you the plate with cream.

“Okay, I’m startin’,” Niall begins, a smile plastered on his face as he watches you and sees the amount of positive feedback being received on your relationship. “If I were watching the telly, what’d be on the screen?”

“Um, probably football or you watch F.R.I.E.N.D.S. with me,” you say confidently, eyes flickering to the plate being held in your boyfriend’s hand.

“Correct. Great job, babe,” he says laughing, sarcastically applauding the easily answered question.

“Alright, mister. If I had three items to take with me on an island, what would I take?”

“Easy question. Me, your mobile, and your laptop,” Niall says confidently, pulling your chair over closer to him so he could plant a kiss on your lips. You giggle and kiss him back quickly, surprised by his sudden display of affection.

“Looks like the fans are taking a liking to our kiss as well,” you say, pointing to the comments and mentions. “We still ‘ave a few more questions to see who’s a better boyfriend or girlfriend. The loser gets all the left over whipped cream in the face,” you say laughing towards the screen.

“If you were on tour wit’ me, what’s ‘de first thing we do?” he says, silently tapping his foot against the chair’s legs, awaiting your answer.

“We normally get our stuff put away so we can go out with the boys, yeah?” you say, a little unsure about your current answer.

“You know babe,” he says quickly, smashing the plate in your face, rubbing the cream over your eyes, nose, and mouth.

“You’re horrible, Niall Horan,” you say laughing, grabbing the towel from beside you to wipe off your face. “It’s taking me to see the venue, in’it?” you ask, shaking your head as your boyfriend nods and laughs.

“What is my favourite song out of all your albums?” you ask, arms crossed, awaiting his response.

“Baby, c’mon, you got easy ones,” he pleads discretely, obviously not remembering the answer.

“Not true, Mr. Horan,” you laugh, rubbing the whipped cream in his hair and all across the rest of his face, “and for future, my favourite song is our song, You and I,” you add, blushing because of how perfect that song has always been for the two of you.

You two finish up around three more questions each before waving goodbye and announcing that you’re both signing off online for a few days, so you could spend proper time together. But before you could log out, Niall kisses you again, seeing the fans’ countless requests one more kiss. You both smile, smile off, and clean up the mess you’d made before heading upstairs for a shower to kick start the rest of your day.

“I love you a lot, you know?” you say, wrapping your hands around his jean-clad waist, his top half bare as he brushes his teeth. You were dressed and waiting for your turn at the sink, enjoying Niall’s warmth as you hug him from behind.

“But, I love you so much more,” he whispers as he leans down to kiss you, hands caressing your cheeks before letting you go to finish getting ready.

The fans were blowing up your phones with messages on how cute the two of you are, and how happy you two look. Really sweet comments to brighten the day.

You two go out for a bit, have a small lunch at a café nearby, and then go for a small walk on the pier before ending the day.

It was a quiet day, you two close and enjoying the company of one another. You were lucky. You got the love of your life, and the career of a lifetime. Being a YouTuber had its perks.

Hi everyone!

I am so terribly sorry for being so inactive lately. I am finally done with school for the next three months, and my dance is over in a few weeks, this way I will be able to write for most of the day.

I have a few other requests in waiting, and those will be posted either tomorrow or Tuesday. The rest of the writers and I are all caught up to date with the plots, this way a new imagine for the Boys will be up this week on the designated days.

I am taking requests for the pregnancy plot or if you have any suggestions for next week’s imagine story-line, feel free to send in.

All the love,

Caitlin xxx

// Robbers // - Part 2. Destruction

Word Count: 8.7k kill me 
Status: kind of edited but im using a new writing format so its hit and miss. language, sex, drugs, gang, gun use and all the usual stuff. sorry the first part’s of this are kind of bad they were wrote back in september. i think im getting the hang of the smut thing now.

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destruction; the action or process of causing so much damage to something that it no longer exists or cannot be repaired.

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Niall Imagine - You’re hired to date him ( Part 2 )

The only question in my head right now, why?

I thought he might feel the same way. But it was just an act to him, wow, he’s a good actor, making me believe there could be something more. I guess not.

“Love, want some breakfast?” Niall asks, snapping me out of my thoughts.

“Yeah, sure, why not?” I reply, getting up.

Niall made us some toast and eggs. If I may add, the best toast and eggs I ever had.

“Did you sleep well?” I ask, trying to make a conversation.

“Jip.” He says, popping the p.

“Thats great.”

“What are you going to do today?” Niall asks, putting away the dishes.

“Nothing, I might spring clean the apartment.” I say.

“You’re always cleaning.” Niall laughs.

“I got nothing better to do with my life, so might as well clean.” I say.

Its true, ‘dating’ Niall caused the paparazzi to follow me every where, I cant even go shopping in peace.

Thank goodness for the internet.

“What are your plans for the day?” I ask him.

“I’m taking Kim out, we are going to the mountains.” He explains.

Well there goes the pain in my chest again.

“Thats nice, just be careful.” I say, warning him.

“Don’t worry, nobody’s going to find us.” Niall says, probably trying to make the situation seem better.

“Do we have any chocolates?” I ask, I need it!

“Yes, but I’m taking it on my date with Kim, sorry.” Niall says, laughing at me.

No Niall and no chocolates? My life sucks.

“Ok, enjoy it.” I say, walking away, I cant stand here and listen to him talking about her.

What does he even see in her? Yes, she got a perfect hair and a perfect body, but come on…

How can he be so unaware of my broken heart?

- Niall’s POV -

Im on my way to fetch Kim for our date. I think we could be perfect together, like really.

“Hi Kim, lets go.” I say, kissing her cheek.

“Lets go.” She says, following me to the car.

This place is amazing. My date is amazing.

The time flew by. I take Kim back to her place.

“Thank you for the best day ever, Niall.” Kim says, hugging me and then entering her house.

I cant wait to tell Y/N about my date.

When I arrive home, I see her lying on the couch.

“Hi, love.”

“Hi.” She replies, but something is wrong, I can see it in the way she didn’t even look at me.

“Want to hear about my date?” I ask, standing now in front of her.

“Actually, no thank you.” She says quietly.

I suddenly see her red, puffy eyes.

“Were you crying?” I ask, my voice laced with concern.

“No.” She says, looking away. Obviously lying.

“You know you can tell me anything.” I say seriously.

“You want to know what wrong? Well, I’ll tell you whats wrong. I love you, thats what’s wrong.”

I just stay quiet, not knowing what to say. Do I even feel the same way?

“Are you going to say something?” She adds. Tears streaming down her face.

Once again, I stay silent.

“I quit” are the last words I hear before she runs off.

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Part 3 maybe?
- xo Amoré