i like how his hands are behind his back in the first one and how louis looks over in the second one

Whipped...friends??

Y/N would have never imagined the amount of attention being Harry’s best friend would bring. There’s also always speculations, suspicions that the two might be more than friends, given the fact that when they go out, it’s like they might as well be joined at the hip. Where Harry is on a day off, Y/N is sure to follow, and the paparazzi gets pictures of it all. But Y/N’s always been just a friend. It’s not like she trails behind him like a puppy, no. Harry just always loves having her around, finds comfort in the way she talks to him without a hint of glorification. Tracing back to the beginning of their friendship, Y/N didn’t tip toe around Harry, trying to make sure to not say the wrong thing, never really made impressing Harry a priority. And Harry really appreciated that.

And the relentless bother and questions of “are you two dating?” doesn’t end with the public, no, it continues, and probably gets more intense coming from their group of friends.

Whenever Y/N steps away from Harry’s side, there’s always one of the boys whispering to him about how they’re sure she’s got him wrapped around her pretty little finger. How at the call of his name, Harry never thinks twice about dropping everything and tending to her wants and needs. They make it sound awful in a way, as if Y/N is always needy of Harry and demanded his attention. But they don’t mean it like that really, just like bothering him about it, specially because he gets all worked up in trying to defend her.

They even comment about how they’ve taken notice to the fact Harry’s smile can stretch for miles at the mention of her name, which Harry has never denied. Only nods his head in amusement at the fact others notice.

And maybe their secret little escapes to what they refer to as “friend dates” are no help. They’ll be having a night in on the sofa, Harry sat at the edge of it, elbow propped on the arm rest, mindlessly scrolling through texts and thumbs swift on the screen, typing replies to friends. And obviously Y/N’s with him, lying down and feet resting on his lap, her head flat on the cushion, eyes shut because she quite enjoys just lying about in a silent room, knowing Harry’s there. And it’s not until he shuffles to stand up, pushing her legs off him in the process, that she opens her eyes and follows his body across the room where he doubles over to slip on his YSL boots before he goes for his coat. With a small whisper of “ye’ comin’?” Y/N is sure to follow his steps. Most nights like that they end up in some random bar or restaurant, sat on a stool or a booth, laughing and eating. Harry will often opt to sit next to her rather than in front, taking the chance to lay his head on her shoulder. Even kiss at her neck sometimes.

And when the boys catch a glimpse of the paparazzi photos taken of them all cuddly on a random Tuesday night at a local cafe, Harry’s phone just about overloads with texts from Niall going on about “I knew it!” And “just ask her, man!”

So no, it’s not out of the ordinary for Louis to make a ‘wuh-PSSSH’ sound followed by something snarky like “so whipped, mate. And she’s not even ye’ girlfriend,” when he notices Harry’s stare trailing to where Y/N goes as she makes breakfast for the lot. Harry tries to disregard the comment as Louis takes a seat next to him at the kitchen island.

“What’re you guys going on about over there?” Y/N asks, giggling to herself, “got Harry blushing and all.”

And of course with no chill what so ever, Liam pats Harry on the back, a devilish smile playing on his lips, “Harry here has found himself head over heels.”

Y/N can’t deny that her heart sinks a little at that, but she doesn’t let it faze her, or at least she doesn’t show it. “Really?? Oh who is she??”

“Yeah, Harry! Tell our lovely Y/N who’s the lucky woman!” Harry would hope Niall would be the one not to indulge in his current tormenting.

But Harry can only look at Y/N, her eyes locked on his from across the room. And Harry swears he’s never seen her look at him the way she is right now.

And the boys don’t mean to over tease him this time, just wish he’d finally let it out and tell her because they’re rather sure Y/N feels the same. It’s hard not to notice the way she looks at him, eyes full of adoration and dare they say, love.

When the air has fallen silent for far too long, Liam decides to change the subject for Harry’s sake and stands up to give Y/N a hand with the pouring of the beverages.

“You two have gotten to the point where you grocery shop together.” Liam starts again when Y/N steps away for more milk, “you cook together. You do laundry together. You’re always going on dates. You go with her for manis and pedis, and I’m sure you enjoy it, too.”

“So wha’?? I like spendin’ time with her.” Harry doesn’t really see why that’s so bad, being whipped and all.

“You sleep together,” Louis chimes in, “hell, wouldn’t be surprised if you showered together.”

Now that’s just nonsense.

“Sod off ye’ prick.”

***

It’s been a few weeks since the day Y/N found out Harry’s interested in someone. And she’d be lying if she said it doesn’t keep her awake at night. Awake while she’s lying next to Harry because of the fact that they’d much rather sleep together than alone. But when she looks over at him, she can’t help but smile.

She’s lying on her side, eyes tracing his, rid of any wrinkles they get when he smiles or frowns. They trace all of him. From his eyes to his eyebrows, then his cheeks and to his nose, where she kisses lightly, careful not to wake him. He only crinkles it for a short second, to which she only smiles. Her eyes linger down his neck, tracing every muscle and crevice until she’s looking at the tattoos on his chest, the steady rise and fall of it has her breathing adapting to his.

It’s when she looks at his parted bubble gum pink lips that she raises a hand, her index finger ghosting over his bottom lip. The touch has Harry stirring, eyes open for a moment before he puckers his lips to peck her finger, a smile on his face. He flutters his eyes shut for a second before resting his hand on her waist and rubbing his thumb gently on the exposed skin. He moans in content, pulls her body closer to his and rests his lips on her hair line.

“Go t'sleep, pet.”

And why oh why did she ever think some friendly flirting and bed sharing with her best friend could never lead to any emotional attachment.

***

The cuddles haven’t stopped. Harry’s lingering kisses and hugs haven’t stopped. The boys teasing on Harry behind Y/N’s back hasn’t stopped. Y/N sleeping in Harry’s bed hasn’t stopped. And Y/N’s constant self reminder that Harry might just be in love with someone else has not stopped.

If she’s being quite honest, she’s not liking the way the boys snicker and whisper to Harry when she walks off. And she really doesn’t like how whatever and whoever they’re whispering about is making Harry blush and smile sheepishly like crazy. Wishes she knew what they’re always being so secretive about. But giving it a second thought, maybe she doesn’t wanna know. It’s all the same to her now though.

The movie on the telly doesn’t seem to distract her anymore, not from her thoughts which are taking over her mind the more time she spends in Harry’s home. And to add to that, the second she steps back into the room with a bowl of popcorn the boys go silent. It makes her feel awful…left out, but she’s sure they don’t mean to do it. She should be thankful right? At least they’re nice enough not to talk about Harry’s girl in front of her, or maybe that’s just something she wants to believe.

“Oh popcorn.” Niall’s first to reach out and grab a handful before she’s even had the chance to get to her seat next to Harry.

“Thanks, love.” Harry whispers, kissing her cheek the second she sits down.

She notices out of the corner of her eye how Louis smirks and nods his head when Harry wraps his arm around her shoulder. What’s so funny??

The moment Harry presses another kiss to the top of her head is the moment she realizes she’s had enough. It’s the moment she realizes she can’t keep pretending and letting herself fall even more. Not after what Liam said.

“I have to go. It’s getting pretty late.” This catches everyone off guard, especially Harry.

When she stands up to leave, his fingers around her wrist are quick to make her stop and have her look down at him, still sat on the sofa. “Wha’ do ye’ mean? Ye’ always spend the night, poppet.”

His brows are furrowed now, grip tight on her wrist, fearing that if he loosens it she might just slip away.

Of course they can’t ignore the other people in the room though, so when Y/N’s eyes avert to the boys, Harry is quick to stand up and lead them away.

“Everythin’ a'right?” His eyes scan hers for answers, his hand now cupping her neck, thumb rubbing soothingly at her jaw.

The cool of his rings on her skin keep her at ease. But the uncertainty in her eyes has Harry feeling all types of useless.

“Tell me wha’s wrong, little one. Wha’ can I do to make ye’ feel better?”

And those words would have made no sense if it wasn’t for the sudden feeling of Harry wiping away a stray tear she didn’t notice she’d shed.

She can’t. She can’t break down. Not in front of him. What can she say for him to let her go??

“Nothing’s wrong, Harry.”

But she’s sure he doesn’t believe her, not one bit. He knows her too well.

And she can tell he’s about to say something else, and she knows if she lets him, she’s sure to fall back into whatever they have.

“I’ve really got to go. I’ve got a date in an hour and I have to go get ready.”

As much bullshit of an excuse as that is, Harry’s grip on her wrist loosens, and the hand on her neck falls.

And she takes the opportunity to slip out the door.



Whipped…friends?? Or.. (Part Two)

Gotta Get Better. (Pt. I)

Summary: Singers, Y/N and Harry, have been in a relationship for 3 and half years. Comfortable around each other, the couple have been there for each other during a lot, that until life decides to turn upside down.

Italics are flashbacks.


“You have been together for a year, is that correct?” Miranda, the interviewer for Vogue asked you.

You smiled, nodding. “Yes, it is.”

“And how would you describe Harry? Does it ever get hard with both of your careers?”

You took a breath, “We’re both doing what we love and it was basically how we met. I would never describe our relationship as hard, just needs a bit more effort than normal ones because of our careers and distance but like, we love each other and that’s all that matters. You know what they always say, distance makes the heart grow fonder.”


“So now what? You’re leaving? That’s what you’re going to do?” You followed Harry who was storming through the apartment, jaw clenching before snatching his car keys. “Harry, just talk to me, goddammit!”

Harry stopped, shutting his eyes before sighing and looking behind him where you stood, lip quivering as you fiddled with his oversized sweatshirt’s sleeves that you had worn. “I need to think.”

“And I need you to think with me, Harry.”  


“Harry, you look great. Does that have to do with a certain someone?” Jimmy Kimmel asked, making the 3 boys snicker and Harry to chuckle under his breath, looking at his mates for help.

“Uh, thanks for the compliment.You’re looking rather dashing yourself.” He replied smoothly, trying to stifle his wide smile.

“Are you trying to be sneaky? It’s not working.” Jimmy shook his finger, pursing his lips.

Harry felt Liam slap his back as his mates laughed at him. “Not so quick.” Louis said, laughing.

Harry blushed, shaking his head as he looked at his lap. “It has to do with my incredible mates and wonderful fans.”

Keep reading

Office Drama

Series: Mr. Holland

Relationship: Tom Holland x Reader

Warnings: Swearing cause when don’t I ever swear..

Word Count: 1,900+

A/N: Mr. Holland will be updated Tuesday, Thursday, & Saturdays for now. I do attend college so if I don’t update on time, know I’m probably studying or working on HWxx


Originally posted by iamlouistomlinson

Yes Louis Tomlinson is your Roomie ^

Let’s get started xx


[Reader’s POV]


   Taking a sip of your tea you rest the mug back down. Your fingers clicked against the keyboard as you typed a new document. It needed to be done by this evening and you knew you could finish it. After what happened at the hospital you were in higher spirits. Seeing Jaelynn smile like that warmed your soul.


   Tom being the cause of her smile made you admire him even more. You don’t know what Marie was talking about he truly has a good side to him. The way he acted around kids was so natural. Moving your mouse to the plus adding another tab you click the search bar. Typing in ‘Tom Holland visiting Hospital kids’ and hitting enter after.


   The screen loads showing tons of videos on Youtube. Scrolling through you click on one of them. Looking at Tom then vs now he looks practically the same. Wondering if he sold his soul to the Devil to look young. He’s handsome without even trying who are you kidding?


   Apparently wherever he filmed he would stop by a hospital to see the kids. The videos you watched made your heart melt. When he pulled off his mask in front of a teenage girl her reaction was priceless.


“Woah you’re really cute!”


   Smiling at the video admiring how much Tom gave back as a celebrity. Still giving back now with The Holy Trinity Foundation. A loud ding fills the air making you snap back to reality. Searching your desk you locate your phone picking it up. Looking at the text you quickly open it and respond.


Lou Boo:

Bitch this place is fancy…


Lou Boo:

What’s your office number?


You:

Just come to the second to last floor, Mr. Holland’s home from home penthouse is on the top floor. Ask the woman at the desk and she’ll point to his office cause I’m literally right next to his office.


Lou Boo:

See you soon love xx Can’t wait to hear about your first day so far xx


   Setting your phone down to the side you get back to work. The office phone rings loudly making you pick it up immediately. Raising it to your ear there was a brief silence. Doing your answering the phone line they finally answer.


“Hey this is Jacob Batalon, is Tom in his office?”


“Yes sir, he’s currently working on signing some papers I can patch you through” you say pressing the number one button on the option sending it to Tom. Resting the phone back down you look  back at your computer screen.


   Looking over at time in the corner of the screen you’re wondering where Louis is. Rolling your eyes because he probably got lost. Typing for another five minutes you stop when you hear a knock on your door. Getting up from your chair you walk over opening the door.


“I’m here, you have so many attractive people in this office.. I had a chat and took some pictures with people, sorry love” he gives you a kiss on the cheek before heading inside your office. Turning around you close the door eyeing the bag he was holding. You were starving and needed food before your stomach roared like the kraken.


   Louis sets the bag on the ground taking a seat across from you. Taking out boxes he sets yours down in front of you and his where he’s sitting. Placing a pair of chopsticks on your box he does the same with his. Pulling out two tea bottles he hands yours over. Opening it up the smell of green tea relaxes you.


“Soooo, what’s it like working for the legend himself?” Louis asks opening up his box of sushi. Breaking the chopsticks so they split you place them in your hands.


“Actually quite lovely to be honest.. he took time out of his morning today to surprise Jaelynn in  the hospital” picking up a roll you lightly dip it into the sauce.


“He actually went to see her? that’s amazing, she loves Spider-Man”


“I know she does.. she’s jealous that I moved in with you years ago cause you have all the cool superhero stuff littered around” you were lucky that you became friends with Louis ages ago. Jaelynn loves hanging out with his son. Right now his son is currently with his mum for the week and Louis’s been sad.


“I bet she would love a visit from you, maybe read her a comic like you used to?” his face perking up at your suggestion.


“We have to talk about this though, is he just as good looking in person? Any man would be look envy with him.. he looks so young for his age.. I look like age punched me ten years into the future” he acts dramatically putting his hand to his head leaning back.


“Louis shut up you idiot” you let out a loud laugh at how he’s acting. Sometimes you wonder if he’s just still a child.


   The door next to you opens making your pause your movements. Setting the sushi back down you turn to see Mr. Holland in the doorway. His eyes looking between you and Louis. You nervously look over at Louis who had a prominent smile on his face. The silence was killing you.


“I didn’t know you were having a -“


“boyfriend, hey I’m Louis Tomlinson.. probably heard of me, I was in a famous boy band called One Direction”


“Louis sto-“


“It ended so clearly I haven’t heard of you, well you and your boyfriend have a lovely time” he turns around closing the door a little harder than normal.


“Fuck you Tomlinson, why the hell did you say that?!” you point your chopsticks over at him almost wanting to stab him with them.


“You should have seen the look he gave me… he’s into you babe” his laughter filling the air making your cheeks turn pink.


“Now he’s going to th-“


“He’s rude saying that to me, I’m Louis Tomlinson.. bitch” he huffs out running his fingers through his hair pouting before putting a piece of sushi in his mouth.


“You’re such a handful.. I don’t know how I put up with you”


“You do because I’m your best friend and cause I got you that Coach bag sitting right there” he points over to your bag hanging behind you.


“Bite me”


“He wouldn’t like that now would he?” a smirk not leaving his lips.

“God Dammit”


-


“Mr. Holland I finished the papers you wanted me to finish” setting the papers down he looks up at you. The tension growing in the air making you gulp nervously.


“Is he really your boyfriend?” he asks setting the papers aside in a tray. You step back nervously as he stands up.


“No he isn’t Mr. Holl-“


“It’s Tom, please call me Tom” his brown eyes looking a shade darker. Your heart beat was raising erratically.


“Louis isn’t my boyfriend we just live together” your chest tightening because that sounds just as bad.


“You live with him?”


“I couldn’t afford a place of my own and Louis is a family friend and has been letting me live with him..”


“So you need a place of your own then?” Tom stands in front of you then leans slightly against the desk. His arms were crossed over his chest and you couldn’t help but see how the shirt clung to his biceps.


“I’m fine Tom, I’m saving up now thanks to you helping out with Jaelynn..”


“Stay at my penthouse upstairs” your eyes widening His penthouse? Why would he offer for you to stay there? Maybe he doesn’t like you like living with Louis.


“I couldn’t possibly stay there Mr. Holland..”


“You will stay there.. plus being here you’re closer to the hospital… I can order a moving service to move your stuff in the guest room there”


“But don’t you live there too?” You ask looking at him as his lip swipes across his lower lip quickly. 


“I do but only when I have late nights so it will be all yours, now I’m not going to say no because you have these files now to do and you’ll be here over night” He unfolds his arms reaching for a file. Sticking out his hand he hands you the thick file. 


“Y-yes sir..” your eyes wide from the thickness of the file, holy fuck this was a lot of paper work.


“Come get me when you’re finished and I’ll show you around the penthouse” turning around he returns to his chair going straight onto his computer. His eyes focused as he started typing quickly.   



     Walking into your office you stressfully plop the file down onto your desk. Leaving you go and make some coffee for the long night ahead. Once you’re back you set up a playlist to listen to while you work. Your fingers typed as quickly as they could transferring the files manually into the system. Typing side notes on what could have been improved or what things were lacking in the company. 



    Hours went by as you tried keeping your eyes open. Minutes felt like ages as they ticked by slowly. Every time you blinked your eyes hurt even more. You were three cups of coffee in and your hands felt jittery. Backspacing on the error you just made you finish the last paper you had to do.


     Turning your computer off you stretch your arms over your head. A button coming undone form your top exposing more of your chest. Not giving a single fuck at this point you pick up the file of completed work. Standing up you feel the blood rush to your legs and let out a sigh of relief after sitting for so long. Picking up your phone you see a spam of messages from Louis. 


    Locking your phone so the screen turns black you stick it in your purse. Once you have your purse on, you then head to the door opening it. Stepping through you see Mr. Holland tapping his pencil against his chin. He turns his head to look at you with a surprised look on his face. Sticking out the file you let out a little yawn.


“Alright love, lets get you upstairs.. you look like you might pass out from exhaustion” he takes the files from you setting them down. Walking next to you he places his hand on the small of your back. 


    The two of you lock your office doors before heading down the hallway. Once down the hallway you turn the corner towards the elevator. Associates looking at the two of you with raised brows. Mr. Holland looks over at them making their heads turn away from you two. The elevator dings opening the doors signaling to walk in. 


   The ride up the next floor was dead silent. A buzzing sound goes off making the elevator stop. Mr. Holland reaches into his pocket pulling out a key. He sticks the key into the hole that was next to the buttons and turns the key. 


 The elevator doors open revealing a gorgeous foyer. Your eyes taking in the beautiful surroundings. The glass windows surrounding showed the city lights that immediately caught your attention.


    Stepping into the living you turn around in a slow circle gazing at everything. Looking back at Tom to see him smiling at you. Blushing from how stupid you must have looked. You’ve never been in a home that looked so extravagant. He walks over taking your hand giving it a small tug.


“C’mon I’ll show you the bedroom…”


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anonymous asked:

143 or 148, please!!!! Thanks 😽💕

I wrote this before but I couldn’t find it so here you go. x

••

148. “Why do you only kiss me when I’m sleeping?”

••

In your white t-shirt that had “We Think Harry Has The XFactor” Along with Xfactor’s logo, you stood backstage as Anne gave Harry a kiss on his cheek before he turned to you.

You breathed nervously, cupping his face with your hands, “I’m so proud of you. No matter what they say, you’re incredible, yeah? Break a leg, Haz.” And you kissed your best friend’s cheek as he gave you a grin and a nod before walking on stage.

You were sure you were almost nails-less during the time of his singing as you bit your nails, your nerves all around the place as you stood beside Gemma, looking at him through the screen as he sang Isn’t She Lovely; a lullaby you both always sang to each other whenever one of you couldn’t sleep.

You frowned at Louis’ remark. He was 16 and auditioning, what kind of experience should he have if he’s auditioning for a singing show, freaking idiot?

“Someone in the audience just said rubbish and I totally agree with them.” Simon said, making you grin and clap before interlocking your fingers under your chin.

When it came to the voting, you almost threw up from how nervous you were. “I’m going to have to say no.” Louis said, making you frown and boo him under your breath.

“I like you Harry, I’m going to have to say yes.” Nicole said, making you cheer as your eyes got tearful.

“You’ll be happy to hear I’m going agree with Nicole-” You didn’t hear anything else as you were engulfed in a hug by Anne and Gemma as you and Harry’s family and friend cheered.

You heard Harry say thank you before he walked towards you, hugged by his family and patted on his back. You wrapped your arms tightly around him, burying your head in his neck as he hugged you back as tight. “I’m so happy, oh my God, Haz.” You cried.

“Awh, don’t cry.” He wiped your tears. “You’re too lovely for that.” He grinned.

Later that night, in the hotel where you were all staying, you and Harry sat in your hotel room, making scenarios of a famous Harry Styles.

“And you’d be singing on the stage and all the girls would be crying and fainting because you’re you and the crowd goes woo!” You jumped on the bed before throwing yourself on the bed on your back, looking at Harry who sat propped on his elbow, his cheek resting on his palm as he looked at you with a smile.

“Will you be there?” He asked.

“I’ll be there.” You answered, closing your eyes and curling your body in a ball, the day’s exhaustion kicking in. In a matter of minutes, you were asleep.

“I hope you will.” Harry whispered before hovering his lips on yours gently, giving you a very gentle and light kiss.

//

You sat between Harry’s legs, his fingers working on your hair as he braided it while you sat in Niall’s dressing room with the boys, all laughing.

You laughed at Liam’s costume that had had to wear for the Best Song Ever music video. “Hair tie.” Harry said and you held your hand for him with the hair tie which he took and tied around your braid. “There we go. It looks great.”

“Really? Take a picture.” You straightened your back as you heard his phone’s camera go off and he gave you the phone for you to inspect. “I love it, thanks Haz” You turned and smiled at him before turning to see everyone leaving the room to God knows where. You turned back to Harry, “You know, I really like the whole Marcel look on you.”

“Oh, do you? Too bad you’re stuck with lame ol’ Harry, huh?” He gave you a toothy grin.

You playfully scoffed, “Don’t remind me.”

“Really now?” His fingers started tickling you, making you squirm.

“Harry! Harry, stop!” You laughed, struggling to get up but he was quick to wrap his arms around your waist from behind.

You began to gain your breath before resting your back on Harry’s chest and letting a sight leave your mouth before closing your eyes.

Harry, feeling your breath grow heavier, he leaned his head forward to look at you, smiling when he saw that you had slept. You were very energetic the whole day, it was bound to tire you.
Being best friends with you, Harry was ecstatic that he had someone like you in his life but he wasn’t happy that you were oblivious to his feelings and that it was impossible for you to return his feelings.

He was there when you had your first kiss, having to listen to you go over and over about how lovely it was and how cute the guy was. He was there when you had your first heartbreak and he had to restrain himself from murdering the guy who had caused the girl he loves all that pain, having to wipe your tears and hold you in his arms as you sobbed. He was there when you aced your GSCE’s, celebrating both of your grades together. He was always there for you and you were always there for him. After all, it was you who convinced him to audition.

“Just tell her.” Louis said once he entered the room, looking at your sleeping figure and Harry’s smiling one.

Harry shook his head and sighed, “You don’t understand.” He whispered in order not to wake you.

“It’s not rocket science, mate. You love the girl, she loves you, you both are too shy and scared to admit it.” Louis said.

“Can you keep it down?” Harry whispered.

“You’ll have to wake her up anyway, we’re going back to the hotel, Romeo.” Louis smirked.

Harry sighed and nodded, watching Louis walk out of the room. Miraculously, he managed to stand up from behind you, with you still asleep as he put your head gently on the pillow and kneeled beside you. His hand found your hair, gently stroking it as he looked at you. He sighed, closing his eyes, “I love you. So much.” He whispered, “What am I going to do?” He whispered to himself.

He leaned down, gently pecking your lips for a second before standing up and beginning to wake you up.

//

“I can’t believe you got the role!” You squealed. “My best friend is a movie star!” You screamed out in Harry’s LA house as you held his hand and twirled yourself.

Harry grinned as he watched you twirl, “I’m glad you’re here to celebrate with me.”

“Did you expect it? I had Jeff help me out with booking the ticket and all that.” You grinned, wrapping your arms around his torso.

“I honestly didn’t, love. I was very surprised. Actually, I’m still surprised.” He smiled down at you, wrapping his arm around your shoulders.

“How do you want us to celebrating you landing the role, Haz? Come on, name anything, we’ll do it.” You smiled up at him, a happy glint in your eyes.

“Can we stay in tonight? Celebrate and go out tomorrow? I’m very tired from all the writing and recording and all the meetings and I need a movie night with a cuddle on the side, please.” He raised his eyebrows, his dimple showing as he smiled.

“Whatever the movie star wants. You pick the movie, I’ll order the pizza.” You demanded with a smile.

“What would I do without you?”

“Probably still be working in the bakery. Barbara misses you by the way. Give me your phone, I don’t know the pizza place’s number.” You opened your palm.

“I miss that cheeky woman, too. Send her my greetings when you see her again.” He said as he gave you his phone and dialing the pizza place’s number.

“I love your hair, by the way. You look handsome.” You smiled with a blush before leaving the room with his phone pressed to your ear as you began ordering.
Harry grinned, his cheeks turning crimson red as his hand touched his hair.

You both sat on Harry’s bed, your head on his shoulder and his head leaning on yours with the pizza box on your lap and in your third movie of the night. Harry insisted you watch When Harry Met Sally because it was his favorite and “It was his night, my wish is your command, love.” Was what he said.

Your eyes were droopy, your 11 hours flight’s exhaustion kicking in as you cuddled more to Harry. 15 minutes later, light snores were escaping your lips.

“Oh, I love this pa-” Harry stopped when he heard your snores, looking down at you and chuckling when he saw you sleeping, “Of course.” He took the pizza box from your lap and put it on the bedside table before putting his arm around your waist and lying you down gently on the bed.

He looked down at you, “This is the part where I kiss you, you know? You just don’t know.” He muttered under his breath before pecking your lips gently and snuggling close to you. “Goodnight, beautiful.

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Your red long silky dress showed off your body, your hair in waves and your skin glowing. To say that you were feeling yourself would be an understatement. The highlighter was really popping. You walked down Harry’s house in London, knowing Anne and him were waiting for you downstairs.

Harry had asked you, alongside his mother, to be his date for Dunkirk’s premiere. He was nervous but it felt natural and of course, you agreed.
You were met with Anne who gasped and put a hand to her heart and nudged Harry whose back was facing you. He looked at her confusingly to which she nodded her head towards you, making hm turn to look at you.

Harry’s jaw dropped, if it was a cartoon, he would definitely have hearts popping out of his eyes. His heart began racing, his palms getting sweaty as he stared at you.

You took slow approaches towards him and Anne and smiled shyly, “What?”

“You look absolutely divine, dear.” Anne smiled at you.

“You look wonderful, Anne.” You said, looking at her black dress.

“Thank you, dear. I’m going to wait for you in the limo. Harry, close your mouth, honey.” Anne chuckled before walking out the door.

You looked at Harry, chuckling, “Are you going to talk or not?” You asked, moving closer to him and putting your hands on his chest, feeling his racing heart against your palm, making you blush and raise your eyebrows, “Your heart is beating really fast.”

“How can it not?” He whispered, not trusting his voice as he took you all in.

“You look handsome.” You said in a low voice, staring at his green eyes.

“You look-You look unbelievable. I ca-”

“Why do you only kiss me when I’m sleeping?” You said quietly, your eyes not leaving his.

Harry’s eyes went wide, “Wh-What?”

“I asked, why do you only kiss me when I’m sleeping?” You repeated, leaning in till your lips was hovering over his, brushing against his.

“You-” Harry swallowed, his eyes looking at yours nervously, “You know?”

“It’s hard not to feel a kiss, love.” You chuckled. “Do you not want me awake when you kiss me?”

Before you could say anything, Harry’s lips were on yours, his hands cupping your head as he poured his feelings into the kiss. You closed your eyes in delight, kissing back as passionately.

You both pulled away, you pecking his lips one more time, “I’ve always wanted to do that.” You admitted, chuckling.

Harry grinned, closing his eyes as he leaned his forehead on yours, “Can I say it?”

“Please.”

“I love you.” He said with a grin.

“I love you.” You repeated before your lips were on his one more time.

Needless to say, the fans were quick to notice from the pictures of the premiere, both of your loving stolen glances, your interlocked fingers and were fangirling over a lips peck you shared in the background of a picture of Fionn, quick to tweet about how the ship finally sailing.

I love you (MATURE)

I know this isn’t Marvel imagine, but i wrote this long time ago and thought maybe i should post it. 

The bed was so comfortable. She rolled around in her sleep and she felt like she was floating on the clouds. She starched her arm to touch her boyfriend, but all she met was more silky sheets. She slowly began to open her eyes, it took her some time before she could see properly. Her eyes needed some time to get used to the darkness.

That reminded her of the psychology class from the other day, when their teacher told them, that their eyes need thirty minutes before you could see anything.

She always found that very stupid, especially when she was walking to school in the morning. Her eyes didn’t need thirty minutes to get used to the darkness, she could see properly just after five minutes.

She looked around the room but she couldn’t find much known, and very dear silhouette to her. He was nowhere to be found, and that got her wondering, what he could be possibly doing at this time of the night. To be honest she didn’t know what time it was, and neither was she going to look, because it would be a crime to move from this holy position.

She was always laying on her stomach, she would much likely fall asleep on her back, but during the night she would always find her way back onto the stomach. It was the most comfortable pose ever. So she didn’t even bother to roll back and grab her phone form the night stand.

She was laying like that for solid ten minutes, even though it seemed to her like it was hours. She wasn’t sure how much time has passed, but she wondered how she didn’t fall asleep immediately. She is always the first one to fall asleep, she could lay anywhere, and within the minute, and she would be out.

But it was only because she was sleeping next to him, but when they were separated because of his tour and her school, she would barely get some kind of sleep. She just missed the warmth his body produced, the feeling of his strong, muscular hands wrapped around her body. His sweet little kisses all the way from her back, over her shoulder, around her neck and finally locking with hers. His low voiced “Goodnight” that was so innocence, but it would still send shivers down her spine.

She is so deeply in love with him, so over her head with him, he can make her lose her mind in less than a second. She would do anything for him, and that scares her the most. She never thought she would love anyone so much, it terrifies her sometimes. The thought that he holds her everything in his hands, her heart, her soul, her life, that one wrong word, move and she will be shuttered, broken, left in pieces.

He isn’t the type of person that would hurt her on purpose, he’s a sweet, loving and genuine guy. But lately he hasn’t been acting like himself. She understands that tour took a lot of his energy, and that all he wants now is peace and to relax, and she respects that. What hurts the most is when he says he needs to relax but he goes out with his friends, and comes home in early morning hours. She tried to confront him about it, but he would just raise his hands in the air, call her petty or just tell her that he missed them.

But so does she. She haven’t seen him in a year, all she wants now is, for him to wrap his hands around her, tell her he loves her and just cuddle for the rest of the day. She’s not asking for much, is she now? And even though he’s home now, she feels the same way she did when he was on tour. She misses him, and he’s right there, but just like he isn’t. She tried everything, she wonders if she did something wrong, is he mad at her, but anytime she would start a conversation about it, he would just push her off.

She let out a loud sigh and moved the covers from her body, and as soon as the silky sheets left her body, she felt shivers run down her spine, and only then she realised, the balcony doors were open, she was staring at them but she didn’t notice, not until now, and that’s exactly what he does to her. She wasn’t really sure why she felt the shivers because it wasn’t even cold.

And then she saw him, he was standing there, leaning onto balcony fence, looking so peaceful, maybe that’s the reason she felt them, her brain recognised him before she did. But one thing shocked her, he was smoking a cigarette. She was damn sure he stopped, at least that’s what he said. Well more correctly, that’s what he promised to do.

All she wanted to do was to go out, hug him from behind and just stay like that for hours. But she was afraid, afraid to move, because if he hears her, he will turn around and again go into his, now natural state, tensed.

She observed him for few more minutes, and then she decided to get up, she didn’t walk towards him, rather she went down to the kitchen and grab herself something to drink. She wasn’t really thirsty, but she couldn’t lay there anymore. She was so distracted that she almost fell over the pile of his clothes that was on the floor. And that little pile made her so angry, so she just wanted to turn around, go out and yell at him. Later on, she wasn’t even sure if she was mad about the pile, or about him in general.

She opened the fridge and just stared in, does she take bottle of water or apple juice. She went with just regular water, because she didn’t want anything sweet. She poured it into a glass and brought it to her lips, she was slowly drinking while looking through the kitchen window, into the dark, full of shadows, back yard. Shadows were playing around, enlighten the trees, now from this, now from that side. She calmed down a little bit, and she didn’t even hear him come.

Lately she was so distracted, it started to bother her. His low and quiet voice shook her out of her dreams. It was so quiet, but so was the house so it sounded like he was standing right behind her, but she knew he was either leaning onto kitchen door, or kitchen cabinets.

“Why are you up so late?”

She wasn’t sure how to respond to that. Does she tells him the truth, that she can’t sleep without him and that the person who sleeps with her now isn’t her boyfriend, but some stranger taking over his body? Or does she just lie to him, and tells him its school? She rather decided to say nothing but to stare through window again.

Now she could feel the smell of cigarette that he just smoked, and it bothered her so much. The smell was so unpleasant, she wanted to turn around and tell him to shower. She took a deep breath, put the glass into the sink, knowing that she’s going to wash it tomorrow. She slowly turned around, trying not to catch his gaze, slowly started walking towards their shared room.

Just as she thought she had passed him, she felt the strong grip on her hand. By then she was already pissed off, and all she could do was let out a loud groan. She tried to pull her hand out of his grip, but he only pulled her closer. Her face met his bare chest, and she appreciated the warmth and smell of his body, even though the smell of cigarette ruined it.

“I’m tired Justin, let me go, please.”

Her voice was low, she felt tired, but not physical tiredness, no the mental one was bigger problem.

“Apparently you’re not tired enough if you woke up at 2.30 a.m.” and what could she say to that. She hated it when he became cocky little shit, mostly because that wasn’t her Justin. She wanted to talk to him about everything, but she knew it would all turn into a fight, and for that, she was not ready.

“My mouth was dry, so it woke me up, can you please let me go now?”

She whispered into his chest, feeling her eyes getting wetter. No she didn’t want to cry, but sometimes we don’t cry because we’re weak, we cry because it’s the only way to let out the pain, the frustration. It’s the only way to make mental pain, physical. But she didn’t want to cry in front of him, she just didn’t.

But his question dried her eyes in a second, she again became frustrated and angry, but at the same time confused and sad. That’s what he does to her. Confuses her, completely.

“Why are you avoiding me? In the evening, you’re already sleeping even before I enter the room. You leave in the morning without a kiss, without a goodbye. When I want to make you feel good, and you know how good I make you feel, your head hurts, or you have an exam to study for, or just something else that doesn’t make any damn sense.”

She was indeed avoiding him, but she only did it because she thought that would protect her from him. She didn’t know why she needed the protection from him, but she felt that way, if he was going to push her away, she won’t be able to try and hold him.

She was once again speechless, or so she pretended she was. She was a burning lion, observing, but always ready to attack.

She felt his hand under her chin, pulling it up, to finally meet his gaze. Every single time she would look into his eyes, he would make her feel like she’s seeing him for the first time ever, that weird feeling in her stomach made her change her weight from her right to her left leg.

He looked at her, or more properly, he observed her, he was still waiting for an answer, but he knew he wouldn’t get one, not from her and not tonight. But did he even wanted it? No, he just needed her attention, but he didn’t realise he was the reason why she stopped giving him so much attention. She wasn’t even aware of what she was doing to him. He was making him go crazy, he hated her for that.

He moved so fast she didn’t even got to catch a breath before her back met stone cold wall. His hands were on each side of her body, her legs were wrapped around him, and they fit so perfectly. His face was so close, their noses touched and she could feel his hot breath on her face. He was looking deeply into her eyes like he was asking for permission, but she knew he wasn’t.

Their lips met, and there was no sweetness in it, no patience, only roughness. But she didn’t mind, he moved his left hand down her body and gripped her ass, ass his lips did the same, concentrating on her neck. His pace was at the same time rough but perfect. All she could do was let out a small moan, that made him lean more into her, and she could feel his smirk growing against her neck. She wrapped her hand around his muscles, digging her nails into his skin. Suddenly he pulled his lips away from her neck, and he moved her from cold wall to the kitchen table. She used the chance to take her shirt off.

As soon as her nipples were exposed and hit by cold air they got hard. His eyes moved from her lips to her breast and he didn’t waste any time. He took her right nipple into his mouth, nibbling and sucking onto it, while he took other one in between his fingers and started tugging onto it. She let out a loud moan of pleasure. His mouth moved from her nipple to her mouth.

“You’re fucking gorgeous, you know that? Let me make you feel the way I only know.”

He mumbled against her lips, the only response she offered him was a small whimper. He moved his lips down her jaw again, this time making sure to leave marks all the way from her neck to her breast. He moved his left hand down her body, until he reached her inner thigh. He moved the tips of his fingers against the sensitive skin, teasing her. She groaned and tried to pull herself closer to him, she was eager to fell his touch.

“Please, Justin” she whispered. Neither of them could wait any longer, but he felt indescribable pleasure teasing her. He slid his hand into her underwear, his fingers meeting her clit, rubbing it roughly. “So fucking wet.” He slid his fingers into her without a warning. Sudden pleasure made her let out loud moan, trying to get even closer to him, just so she could feel more of him.

“You keep moving closer to me, baby girl, even though there is no more place to move. See, only I make you feel this way. You should remember that.” He moved his lips from her neck and looked deeply into her eyes.

“I was going to tease you some more, but I just want to fuck the shit out of you.” he pulled his fingers out, pulled his Calvin Klein’s down, separated her legs and without a warning slammed into her. His mouth fell open while she moaned loudly. She wrapped her hands around his naked body, scratching his back.

“Fucking hell. You’re so tight, baby girl.” he hovered over her, making her back hit the cold table board. His mouth found her nipple and started nibbling onto it. Her mouth fell open from sudden pleasure. His hips found a perfect pace.

“Tell me how good I make you feel.” He groaned against her nipple. She wanted too, but the pleasure was too much and the only way she responded was through loud moan. But he wasn’t pleased with that. He slapped her ass, twice, once from right side, other time from left side. Burn that she felt after his hands made her whimper even more. When she still wasn’t responding, he picked his pace, even though she thought he couldn’t go any faster.

Their bodies moved in sync, and she could spot sweat dripping down his forehead. Even though the kitchen was very big, it became so hot in there that she wanted to jump out of her skin.

She felt his hand around her neck, griping her tightly, and the rough feeling almost pushed her over the edge, but he suddenly pulled out. The sudden feeling of emptiness made her whimper.

“You’re not cumming, until you tell me how god I make you feel, you understand me?” she nodded and pulled her hips up, trying to get him to continue. But he just looked at her. She took a deep breath and started.

“You make me feel so-“but she wasn’t able to finish. He pushed into her with so much force, all she could do was scream. She could see a smirk playing on his lips, he was pleased with her answer.

She felt the well-known feeling and she knew she was close. She won’t be able to hold it any longer, but she could see he was just as close as she was.

“I feel you getting tighter around me. You wanna cum, baby girl?” His voice was low and husky and she only could nod.

“Yes, please.” She somehow mumbled in between the moans.

“Look at me, let’s cum together.” Their eyes met, and like it was their trigger, his movements became sloppier and he let out a loud groan, while she screamed out his name, scratching his back. She could feel him feeling her up with his jounces and it was the best feeling.

“Oh fuck.” He mumbled, they both tried to catch a breath after an amazing experience.

“I love you.” he leaned closer and locked their lips once again. “I love you” she mumbled against his lips.

He picked her into his arms and carried her to their shared room.

anonymous asked:

Alex roughly eating louis that I'm all I'm sayin . Just a thought . I dunno . I haven't seen Dunkirk yet I'm gonna of spoilers

@celebratinglouis u send me the nastiest shit but also thank u. 

this is just…it’s porn. it’s angst and porn and feminization kink and poor coping mechanisms. also it’s written in like three different tenses. listen, I’m sorry. I hope you like it anyways, bc this is a concept I could write…more of. Also a few Dunkirk spoilers! 

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The train spewed steam, hot and compressed, behind him, and Alex still found the ability to push forward.

He hurt, and he couldn’t even identify where. His ears were ringing, and he’s only now noticing it. He thought his neck and his head might hurt, but then again, his wrist and his ankle might, too. It’s just everywhere. His eyes stung even though he was just asleep, his mouth tasted like warm beer and warmer water.

He blinked, and brought his hand up to his eyes, his other hand tightening on the strap of his pack. There’s no sunlight in the station, but he still feels like he should lift his hand, get a better view.

He’s standing there on the platform, three dimensions, full color. He’s wearing nearly the exact same thing he wore to the station the first time, the grey trousers and the brown braces and the big, open pale blue jumper that’s gotten paler, bordering on grey.

He’s the most beautiful thing Alex has ever seen. He’s the only beautiful thing he’s seen in a while.

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Proud

Request for @missroseofficial (such a kind human, go follow her she’s wonderful) : “being at Harry’s first concert and just being a really proud girlfriend as he performs, crying when he sings WMYB” 


You were currently at the side of the stage, from where you were standing you could clearly see Harry, Sarah, Clare, Mitch and Alex. Harry was standing with his guitar in hand behind his microphone, he quickly looked up at you and smiled apprehensively, you smiled back and put your thumbs up mouthing a “you’ll be fine” and then blowing a kiss, him then catching (a silly thing you two often did). You were wearing black mom jeans with your own Chelsea boots on your feet very similar to Harry’s, you had a “treat people with kindness” tee tucked into your jeans, Harry had said you looked utterly adorable to which you blushed and pushed him away, making him giggle at how cute you were. You were taken out of your thoughts as Ever Since New York began being played. 

You were watching from the sides the whole time with the biggest smile on your face, you were dancing along with the songs and singing too, your heart felt three times the size as you were just so proud. You smiled as Harry’s angelic voice filled your ears, chuckling because he was so nervous before the show but now the crowd were screaming and signing along with him and he was just so perfect.

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It was now half time and Harry quickly walked off stage towards you, picking you up and spinning you around making you giggle. 

“You were so amazing H!” you said, as he placed you back down.

“Yeah? It’s so fun out there… No idea why I was so nervous!” Harry said, placing a firm kiss to your lips.

“You’re perfect H, absolutely perfect they love you. Go get ready for the second half” you said, rubbing your lipstick off his lips and hugging him tightly.

“Stay here though yeah?” Harry said, tucking his head into your neck.

“Of course H. I love you” you said, lightly running your hands through the back of his slightly damp hair, not that you cared. 

“Love you more, kitten” Harry then left, getting ready for the second half. 

A while later and Harry was performing What Makes you Beautiful. Harry was goofily dancing around the stage making you smile and bringing tears to your eyes, you were so unbelievably happy and likely that Harry was your boyfriend.

Harry quickly glanced to you and smirked at you making a tear fall from your eyes. The last time you heard this being sung live was when Harry was with One Direction and you were so proud to see how far he had come. Harry finished the song before finishing the show with Kiwi making everyone scream including you. You were quickly guided back into Harry’s dressing room by Jeff. Harry soon joined you, running into the room and throwing you over his shoulder.

“That was so good!!!!” Harry shouted, making you giggle.

“Harry put me down!!” you giggled, making everyone laugh. Harry put you down and placed his forehead against yours.

“Saw you crying, you alright pet?” Harry said, quickly stealing a kiss.

“I’m just so proud of you H. So proud” you said, kissing him again.

“Liked it that much, love?” Harry said, laughing.

“You had nothing to worry about H. You just slayed every single one of those songs” you said making everyone laugh. “You all did” you said moving to see the others, Harry wrapping his arm around your waist from the side and placing a kiss against your cheek.

You looked at Harry making him smile and place another kiss against your lips. 

“So glad you’re here with me Y/N” Harry said making you smile. 

“Wouldn’t have it anyway” you said, making him smile.

“I’m going to go have a shower! And then we’re going to celebrate” Harry said making you nod.

“I LOVE YOU” he shouted as he walked to the shower.

“I LOVE YOU MORE” you shouted back making him wiggle his bum making you and Clare giggle and she hugged you.

“I’m honestly so proud of all of you” you said making everyone smile.

“Harry was wonderful” Mitch said making you smile widely.

“He was indeed” you said.

Balance // H.S

This was requested! Request here

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Plot: Y/N is a musician, and according to all of you and H’s mutual friends, the female version of him. Then, when you two meet - onstage of all places. The chemistry is too strong to ignore.

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You had just finished your live performance on The Late Late Show with James Corden. You take a big drink of water, as he walks over to you. The taping ends in a few minutes, and they called for a break.

“Y/N! You smashed it out there!” James says as he grabs a water bottle off the table. “I wish you could’ve been on the week Harry was hosting.”

This is the second time he’s mentioned this.

You try to not roll your eyes or let out a groan as the conversation somehow drifts back to the man you’ve never met. Harry Styles. Of course, you know who he is. Who doesn’t know who Harry Styles is?

“James.” You say in a voice, you were hoping sounded threatening.

He just shrugs. “Oh, come on. You know I’ve been trying desperately to have you two meet. I think you’d get along brilliantly.”

You’ve met all the other members from One Direction, except for Harry. Not because you were trying to avoid him. But, because you’ve just never had the opportunity. There was this one party, he was supposed to show up at, but canceled due to his flight being delayed.

You had even meet his sister at that same party. You two got along great. She was probably the only one who didn’t compare you two, and you loved that.

“I can’t promise you, we’ll meet.” You say, placing your half empty water bottle on the table. “But, maybe someday.”

Turns out, a week later was that someday. Your fans freaked out on twitter once they realized you were playing the iHeart Music Festival the same night Harry was playing. What no one saw coming was the impromptu duet that happened onstage.

Turns out the iHeart Radio twitter page ran a poll on who Harry should duet with, 50% of the money made would go to helping out Mexico after the earthquake. The poll ended two seconds before it was supposed to happen, yes, it was done on purpose. It also seems your manager, just happened to forget telling you he agreed to it for you.

“Y/N, onstage in 2 minutes. You’ve won the poll. Congratulations.” A woman in a headset said as you stood up.

You look over at your manager who shrugs apologetically as you walk towards the door.

“What are we singing?” You ask your vocal teacher, Drew.

“Sweet Creature. You know it right?”

You nod, as your handed your microphone.

“And the winner of the poll is,” you hear Harry announce onstage. “Y/N! Come on and join me onstage.”

The crowds roars as you step out, trying to not look as nervous as you feel. You give a small wave, as you walk over to Harry who’s taller than you imagined.

You feel everyone’s eyes on you, not that it isn’t new, it just feels different this time.

He takes off his guitar, “You can have the honors of playing my guitar, I know how great you are at it. I’m a huge fan of yours.” He says as he places his guitar on you. “The notes are right there, they practicality repeat themselves.” He points to a paper taped on the floor.

The duet didn’t go as bad as you’d thought. The notes were pretty easy, and Harry made it easy for you to sing along. He tried to make it as easy for you as he could, and you appreciated that.

After, coming off stage with a bow from the whole band. You tried to not focus on the fact that Harry held your hand, before you both walked in opposite directions.

Five minutes later, as you were getting your makeup retouched for your set in an hour, there was a knock on the door. Your manager answers the door.

“Y/N, it’s for you.”

You look into the mirror and see Harry standing there, his hands behind his back, waiting for you to let him in.

“He can come in.” You nod to Joe.

“Hey, just wanted to say you were amazing out there.” Harry said as he walked over to your vanity.

“Thank you, and thank you for letting me play your guitar.”

Every time your eyes met his, it felt like everything kind of just blurred in the background. You figured you were just tired from rehearsing. So, you shrugged it off.

“She’s a beauty, first guitar I’ve ever bought.” He says, leaning his tall figure against the counter sprawled with makeup all over it.

“Anyways,” He continues. “I watched you on James Corden the other night, you were amazing.”

You raised your eyebrows at him. “Let me guess, he called you a few times telling you to watch it.”

He let’s out a small smile. “He told me he did the same to you when I was on.”

You laugh at the memory of James calling you at almost 12 in the morning telling you to watch his show, it was an emergency.

“What is it with him?”

“It’s not just him.” Harry says, folding his arms over his chest. “There’s about five people blowing up my phone right now asking if we met before going onstage.”

Your eyes widened. “I’m strangely happy my phone’s dead.”

He smiles again. You can’t help but think how attractive he looks when he smiles. His eyes seem to get brighter when he does.

“I’m just happy I can tell Gemma we met. Hopefully, she’ll leave me alone. She kept bugging me, telling me I had to meet you.”

You laugh. “James can finally leave me alone. He keeps calling me the female version of you. Which I don’t know if it’s a compliment or not.”

He smirks, “Trust me Y/N, it’s a compliment. Anyway, lovely meeting you. I have an interview to do, and wanted to stop by to tell you thank you. Maybe we can hang out sometime soon.”

You nod, “Sure. Then, everyone can finally sleep at night.”

He gives you a quick hug before telling you goodbye. You notice everyone in the room is staring at you with an unreadable expression on their faces. You notice Lou walked in, you met her at a party Gemma invited you too.

“What?” You ask as you take a seat back in the makeup chair.

Lou shrugs. “He’s never been that chatty before. It’s… new.”

You tried not to roll your eyes, as your hair stylist come up to retouch your hair.

“No, Y/N, I mean it. He seemed really comfortable with you, and he just met you. That’s unlike him.”

“Oh, puh-lease.”

“Lou has a point.” Joe spoke up. “You’ve never been that chatty either. It almost seemed like you two were flirting.”

“Joe, you haven’t flirted in 30 years.”

“Okay, everyone.” Drew spoke up. “Let’s let her focus on her set for tonight. We can talk about their chemistry after. Because we do have all night, might I add.”

You groan. Seems like everyone else can sleep in peace, besides you.

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Hi! I really want to write a pt . 2 in Harry’s POV and I don’t know why.

part 2 is here!

Sentiments Mean Nothing

A/N: Welllll, first Harry Styles fic because, honestly, I’ve been a hardcore fan of his and the boys since literally 2011 and his solo career has been hitting me right in the heart, my baby’s doing so well, I’m such a proud mother. So, have this. This is, by far, the longest shot I’ve written on this blog so let’s hope it doesn’t get too boring and you enjoy it as much as I did writing it x.

Warning(s): Swearing, very slight Daddy kink at the end, suggestive sexual nature throughout

Word count: 4,261

Pairing(s): Harry Styles x Reader / Harry Styles x OC (Original Character)


          You know, it wasn’t so much that she and Harry hated each other, per se, rather it was just that they had both developed a sort of, mutual dislike towards one another that, quite frankly, neither of them knew where it stemmed from. The pair had done nothing wrong to each other to deserve the hostility, but it was there and they both never really knew why. It was very much like an ancient feud between them.

Very Montague vs. Capulet-esque.

However, considering that they’d only had the pleasure of knowing of the other’s existence for about 2 years, the use of the word, ‘ancient’, seems invalid. Nevertheless, from the moment they first met, there seemed to have been an already established tension between the two personalities and needless to say, neither of them cared for the personality of the other.

See, he was a private person, an introvert, you could say; despite being a household name around the world, and preferred to keep himself to himself regarding personal matters but being quite the socialite when it came to public appearances.

She, on the other hand, she was… loud, in Harry’s books. An outgoing and excitable character that wore her heart on her sleeve within the comfort of her inner circle in contrast to the shy, non-talkative woman he had met through a mutual friend during a party.

With him being the one to instigate the conversations the whole time with a drink in his hand and a wide, fake-looking smile that looked practiced for situations like these, she found him pretentious and over-bearing. Talking to her as if she was a little girl who was too immature to talk to strangers.

And with her barely opening her mouth to answer his questions, nodding her head up and down or shaking it from side to side instead as an indicator of her feelings to avoid awkward stutters and embarrassing herself, all the while sipping from her glass and avoiding the glint in his eyes as he talked to her, he found her dismissive and arrogant. As if she didn’t have the time to converse with someone like him.

Despite their feelings towards each other, though, they had wound up spending extended amounts of time together over the course of the 2 years seeing as she had managed to pick up the job of his fashion stylist ever since the band went on a hiatus and he launched his solo career.

Although, the former cold-shoulders and silent treatments as they went on with their own tasks for the day started to dissolve. Their prejudices were still upheld, just shown in a slightly different manner as they became more accepting and comfortable towards their mutual distaste for one another.

During the first year, scornful glances and tight smiles were shared as they conversed briefly as to what Harry would be wearing for his next TV appearance. This was to be replaced during the second year with extra touchy-feely advances to tease and sarcastic remarks followed by cheesy pet-names to piss each other off were exchanged as she took Harry’s new measurements.

“You should buy me dinner ‘fore you get on your knees, sweetheart.” A dirty, but snide, comment was normal from Harry and she had honestly been expecting it from the moment she had started to measure his inseam.

“’S a good thing you pay for dinner then, i'n’t it? Tha’ way you can get on your knees for me.” She spoke in rebuttal before leaning back into a squatting position and standing back up. Her heels adding a good three inches to her height but still not nearly as tall as the 5'11" man in front of her.

She pivoted on her heel to place the measuring tape back in its rightful place before recording the numbers into her little journal of everything important she needed to know about Harry in order to fit him perfectly to his tailor-made, brand-name outfits.

She heard him step off the mini platform at the centre of the room and stalk behind her, his warmth radiating from his body to hers.

Why does he always stand so close, for fuck sake, it’s like he has no spacial awareness.” It was times like these where she thought to herself if there would be any chance in the world, where she could find a genuine bubble she could permanently place Harry in to avoid the close contact every minute, she would.

“Tell me again why we need t’ do these fitting things every six months? Seriously, ’m a grown man, my body doesn’t change tha’ much in tha’ time period.” Harry starting to fiddle with her pen she just used to write with as his minty breath fanned over the right side of her face.

“It does with your irregular fucking diet plans, Styles. Would it kill you t’ stick t’ one regime?” She spun around and leant against the grand table with her arms folded, looking up at the, now short-haired, tattooed man as he shifted to put his hands on the edge of the intricate furniture either side of her body.

“Mm, I think ’s jus’ 'cause you wanna try your hand at seducing me during these sessions.” His voice lowered down to a sultry, deep tone in an attempt to fluster his stylist but she, as always, stands her ground.

“If I wanted t’ seduce you, baby, I would’ve done it by now,” She leant up slightly, the endearing term fell from her mouth without hesitance while their breaths mixed between their parted lips as she continued. “And besides, size 10 feet? Not tha’ impressive.” She smirked subtly as she saw his face fall. He knew what she was indirectly referring to and, judging by the way he reacted, she knew she had hit a nerve in which she also gathered he would to try prove her wrong.

But before he could, however, she slipped out from underneath him and started walking towards the entrance to exit the room, her heels clicking against the expensive marble floors, not bothering to close the chrome door and yelling a, “make sure t’ lock the door when you leave!” to a rigid Harry who let out a sigh and rubbed his ring-clad hands over his face to let out some frustration towards the woman who was trapped in between him and the mahogany table not even thirty seconds ago, before slamming his hand on it and purposely leaving the door wide open in spite.


          “Change.”

Was the only word from the judgmental, but somehow always right, fashion stylist that Harry heard as he did a twirl in his new suit. Having quite the admiration towards the look, if he does say so himself, after inspecting it in the mirror.

“Whyy?” He drew out the word to emphasise his annoyance with the constant change of outfits. He might as well be a marathon runner, he’s breaking a sweat from changing his bloody clothes.

“Because, honey, the shirt doesn’t match the suit at all. That’s why I told yeh t’ wear black, not white, bu’ look who didn’t listen yet again.” She stood there behind him with her pen held in between her front teeth and one arm around her torso to keep her other elbow resting on top, catching his eye through the mirror.

He scans her choice of clothing today and, as per usual, she’s wearing the most stylish and trendy pieces that she matches so well with her heels. Harry’s never really understood how she so effortlessly throws together a look ready for the runway everyday when she comes into work but still manages to keep it light and casual as if it was the first thing she found in her closet earlier in the morning.

He trailed his eyes up her body, tanned and fit, may he add, to her subtly made up face which was glowing. He assumed it was from the highlighter she applied, because why else would he describe her as 'glowing’? That’s disgusting. He doesn’t like her. Not one bit.

“Have you quite finished staring at me, or do I need t’ get the camera for yeh so it’ll last longer?” She allowed the tease to be projected as she approached him, standing on the tiny platform, meaning their bodies were now pressed against each others’ closely before she shrugged off his suit jacket and started unbuttoning his dress shirt.

“'Ey, 'ey, 'ey. You normally need t’ get me drunk first before we can 'ave some fun, darlin’.” He smirked down at her, watching as she aggressively rolled her sparkling eyes at his comment. She continued to pull the shirt off of him and stepped down to grab the black shirt she had wanted him to wear in the first place.

As she turned around, she couldn’t help but notice a slight change in his physical appearance. His back muscles seemed more prominent. His thighs looked even more full than they already were when she last took a good look at them. His arms were bulkier. His torso now adorned with evident bumps of abdominal muscles. Even his cute, little bum seemed rounder and plumper which made her stifle a giggle.

“Awe, babe, have you been working out?” She had to bite her bottom lip to stop her bursting out into laughter when she caught him standing up a bit straighter, looking proud that his work was noticeable.

“Nice t’ know you were checking me out back there. Like wha’ yeh see, angel?” The pet-names were used as a kind of second nature to the pair of them now, but they were far from endearments. No, on the contrary, they were always laced with slight undertones of incivility and cheek. They were both familiar with them by now.

“Oh, most definitely. You been working out jus’ for me? I know ’m the only one you strip down for lately.” She referenced to the multiple outfit decisions they had to endure with every appearance he made in public, which people would be surprised as to how often that is, and she had to make sure that he was not seen repeating a look. God forbid he wore the same trousers twice.

She slowly made her way towards the, still shirtless, male stood in the middle of the high-ceiling-ed chamber, decorated with mirrors, as she ran her hands up and down his back before rubbing at his shoulders. Harry’s head fell back at the sensation of the soothing motions on his shoulders, he had been meaning to go to a masseuse to get the knots out of his joints for a while now. He closed his eyes and let out a content sigh, completely forgetting that she would be the last person on Earth he would want to touch him like this a few days ago but he allowed the action.

“Yeh know I was filming 'Dunkirk’, sweetie, don’t flatter yourself.” He retorted as he pulled her round to his front by her waist and leant his body against hers, his frame towering over her smaller one.

“’S a shame, really. And here I was, about t’ let you have your way with me only if you had jus’ admitted this is all for me.” She fake-pouted as she taunted him, something she has perfected over the years, with her hands resting against his naked chest. There was something about the way her clothed, soft chest was pressed into his bare, hard one that made the both of them lose control of the situation at hand temporarily as they focused on each other in that moment.

“Don’t tempt me, baby.” His voice switched to a low whisper, a threat almost.

“I don’t have to.” She replied with confidence, her eyes flickering to his raspberry-coloured lips that looked so inviting.

It was strange for the both of them, being in this position they’d never thought they’d see themselves in, but here they are. Through all the slight sexual tension covered up by distasteful remarks about each other over the years, clouded by the decision subconsciously made that they had a repulsion towards one another, they had failed to realise that attraction could’ve easily been confused with said repulsion, convincing themselves that it was a fact neither of them liked the other and that was final. Perhaps too afraid to confess and deal with the consequences of their feelings.

Just as they begun to come to terms with the compromising position they were in, and even more conflicting emotions fluttering around the space, the door was pushed open and two flailing bodies broke apart at lightning speed. Harry quickly finding his black shirt and fumbling with the buttons as the flustered stylist violently grabbed her journal and pretended to write in it whilst holding the pen upside down.

Not another word was spoken between the two of them as they complete the fitting session, everyone coming to a conclusion that the black shirt was indefinitely better than the white, much to Harry’s dismay, and their day was done.

The two parted and went their separate ways, however, the mental image of the other never left their minds for the rest of the week until they had to face the music at the next session.


          Harry was fucked.

Royally fucked.

So fucked, in fact, that he decided to wallow in self-pity at how fucked he was then he went out and fucked a random girl whilst thinking of fucking his attractive stylist he had now realised he had already fucked things over with.

If that doesn’t scream, “fucked”, I don’t know what does.

Though what he didn’t know, was that said stylist was also feeling the same way about him and was completely distraught over the idea that she might like Harry Styles. The same Harry that would make her want to rather die than converse with him for more than ten minutes. The same Harry that would tempt her to spit in his food whenever it got delivered during the fittings. The same Harry that would force her to socialise with large groups of people she didn’t know when he knew it made her uncomfortable.

But it was also the same Harry that, when he held her in his arms that other day, made her feel warm and fuzzy on the inside. And it was the same Harry with pink, soft lips that she wanted to kiss so desperately whilst, at the same time, tugging on his curly locks.

Though, more importantly, he was her Harry. He had always been her Harry to tease, to taunt, to tantalise, and to mess with until he’d get all riled up and sometimes push her against the wall (which she didn’t necessarily mind). But now, she wanted to describe him as being her Harry in a different way, and that scared the shit out of her.

She didn’t know what the fuck to do anymore, it’s like her life lost all purpose if she couldn’t make fun of the Cheshire-raised lad, and now all she wanted to do was tell him about her family and cuddle. She had actually begun to suspect she had developed some sort of illness and hoped it would go away like a common cold.

Although, she figured this was not the case the next time she saw him, in all his 5'11" glory, at a party very much like the one they first met at two years ago. Sipping on her alcoholic beverage, she observed him from far away as he mingled, as he always does so flawlessly, with people she had never seen before in her life. The very mere fact that he was in her presence not even ten feet away made her stomach tighten with new feelings she never thought she would associate with the musician and she hated herself for it.

Turning her body away from him towards the bar, she asked for another drink, slipping the rectangular note of currency towards the bartender as he fixed her up yet another glass. She knew she had most likely needed to have stopped drinking so heavily around the 'two hours ago’ mark, but right now, she really couldn’t care less, she just wanted to forget about Harry and if getting her stomach pumped for the first time means achieving her goal then fuck it.

Her motive was short-lived, however, since the charming man that was swimming her mind plopped himself on the stool next to her and gave her a sly smirk.

“Wha’ do we 'ave here?” He questioned, mainly to himself, as he observed the obviously intoxicated woman in front of him.

She rolled her eyes, hopping off the high stool, only to fall face first into Harry’s crotch which made him jerk back at the impact and let out a slight groan before cupping her cheeks and lifting her head up to inspect how far gone she really is.

“Heloooo, handsummm!” She tried her best to imitate a wolf-whistle seeing as she couldn’t actually whistle so instead made a sort of high-pitched, 'whi-woo’, as she trailed her index finger down the curve of his cheek and smiling drunkenly, “I misst yeww…” The slur in her words concerned him, not knowing how much she’s had to drink and she clearly could not stand up without support.

“’M gonna take yeh home, okay, baby girl? You’re alrigh’.” He scooped her up into his arms without any struggle and started to manoeuvre his way out of the clammy air of the bar to the nippy, fresh air of the London streets. He set her down on her feet for a second, leaning her against him to keep her balance, as he took off his jacket and wrapped it around her, knowing that even though his place was only a rough 20 minute walk from the party location, the chilly air would get to her more easily than it would him, she’d always been sensitive to the cold, and at this time of night, it certainly didn’t make the air more humid.

After a solid few minutes of walking to his abode, they finally reached the welcoming front door of his mansion, him fiddling in his pocket to find the right set of keys before twisting the lock and pushing the door open. A gust of warm, fruit-scented air hit the both of them as he stepped inside, laying her down on his extended white sofa in the living room before closing the door.

“Mmm, are yeh gon’ sex me up noww, Daddy?” Her sudden words making him choke on his own spit, as he cautiously walked towards the tiny figure resting on his comfortable seating area.

“No, no, ’m not, baby, not right now, yeh need t’ rest. I’ll get yeh some water and some Advil t’ take then we can go t’ bed, okay?” He spoke in a soft, calming tone that made her suddenly relaxed, only finding the strength in her to nod before he stroked her hair back from her face and made his way to the well-presented, expensive kitchen with more room than he needed.

As a matter of fact, all the rooms in this place were more than he needed, if he was honest, but he just didn’t know what else to use his money on.

Approaching the worn-out female sprawled across his sofa with a glass of fresh water and two pills in his other hand, he set down the glass on the side table whilst reaching his hand out to tilt her head up slightly and sit her up enough so she could swallow comfortably. He pried open her mouth by holding her jaw and placed the pills on the top of her tongue that had traces of alcohol left on it, bringing the liquid up to her lips and telling her to swallow gently. She obeyed and took the medication before slumping back onto the cushiony surface as he sighed, soaking in her beauty, even in this state of mind.

He watched as she closed her eyes and got comfortable, taking it as his cue to leave her to sleep, so kissed her forehead with care, and started to prepare to deal with whatever shit storm that was bound to happen, in the morning. Well, that was until he heard a small whine coming from her calling out for him.

“Harryy?… Stay wit’ meh? I wan’ cuddles.” She rubbed her eyes with her knuckles and he couldn’t stop himself from smiling gently at the sight. She was just so adorable, how could he say no?

“’M right here, poppet, ’m not going anywhere.” He answered her before carefully laying down beside the inebriated girl he had grown fond of these past couple of weeks and tangled their limbs together, letting her rest her head against his chest and wrap herself around him in an attempt to snuggle and use him as her own personal pillow and blanket.

As he listened to her breathing become regular and so quiet he had to strain to listen to it, he knew she had fallen asleep so pressed another tender kiss to the crown of her head and whispered to her in her unconscious state.

“I’d never leave you.”

And it was in that sweet moment that Harry now realised that she had a hold on him, and he intended on not letting go.


          Harsh rays of bright sunlight beamed through white, sheer curtains and hit her face as she stirred from her slumber. It was a Saturday morning and she was definitely not in the comfort of her own home so thought the worst and groaned inwardly in shame at herself for letting herself get so wasted. The first thing she did was just look down at her, what she expected to be, naked body, but instead found herself and the mystery man fully clothed. Confusion overtook her features and something she noticed right away was that her 'pillow’ was breathing and they’re not supposed to do that, right? Or was she still tripping from the after effects of the amounts of alcohol she consumed last night?

A wave of pain radiated throughout her head as she groaned, bringing a palm to her forehead in an unsuccessful attempt to soothe it slightly. Her movements unnoticeably woke up her 'pillow’ and startled her when the familiar deep, raspy, and, dare she say, sexy morning voice sounded from underneath her.

Oh, fuck me, not Harry. Anyone but Harry.” She thought to herself, although not truly meaning it since she found herself absentmindedly wanting the situation to have been more… wild.

“Well, good mornin’, sunshine.” He chuckled lightly at her facial expression following the pet-name he had chosen.

“Wha’ the fuck happened last night?” She asked half-heartedly.

Part of her didn’t really care what happened whilst the other part dreaded what his answer would be.

“You really don’t remember?” His voice was thick with an emotion she couldn’t quite pin-point but she did know that she felt guilty after hearing it, sensing that he was a little disappointed.

She merely shook her head and bit her lip, titling her head up to read his clouded eyes, they always gave away whatever he was thinking, she detected this within the first few months of knowing him.

“It doesn’t matter, now can you get off of me, you’re starting t’ feel like a deadweight. I honestly can’t feel my legs.” His whole demeanour changed in a split second and she was a little surprised but what did she expect, really? He’s just the same old Harry, though she’d be lying if she said it didn’t hurt a little.

“I’m not getting up 'til you tell me exactly wha’ happened, Harry.” She was adamant. She was always the type of person to get answers out of whoever she wanted, he was starting to wonder why she wasn’t a fucking lawyer or something.

“Listen, nothin’ happe-.” He was cut off by her swollen lips pressed against his.

To say he was shocked would be an understatement, he was bloody flat-lining on the inside but he quickly reciprocated the sudden, but passionate, kiss as he wrapped his arms around her waist with her hands coming up to caress his cheeks. Her legs ended up either side of his torso and she pulled away just before he had the chance to poke his tongue in her mouth, just to tease, like normal.

“D'yeh want something t’ happen?…” She questioned him inquisitively, not 100% sure that he shared the same feelings that she had pent up inside of her for, what felt like, decades.

He responded by flipping her so she laid on her back instead and hovered over her, leaning down to peck her lips once more before moving down to her neck and pressing open-mouthed kisses along the skin.

“All ’ve been thinkin’ 'bout for ages, darlin’. Let Daddy make yeh feel good.” He smirked into her skin once he felt her gasp quietly and visibly tense at his words.

“I called you, 'Daddy’, last night, didn’t I?” Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment once she heard him chuckle and answer with a muffled, “you did”.

“And it definitely won’t be the last time.” He commented in a sultry voice before raising his head to make eye contact with her and leaning down to connect his lips with hers another time.


He made a promise, and he was damn hell-bent on making sure he kept it.

Single parent fics are one of my BIGGEST weaknesses. I’ve read all these fics and they’re wonderful! If there’s a fic you love that’s not on this list please let me know so I can read it and include it in the next single parent fic rec I make!


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All Louis really cares about is his skateboard, tattoos, football, and his family. He has a job that he (mostly) loves and a (small) handful of good friends, and at 24 he is pretty content with his life… until he nearly crashes into a boy with wild curls and cratered dimples, he begins to think maybe he’s been missing something he never knew was missing. That missing piece is apparently big enough for two.

[Or the one where punk Louis likes to think he’s not clumsy, but he suspects he’ll have to accept it when he falls face first into a relationship with a head full of curls and his tiny human.]

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When Harry’s son came home from school crying he didn’t think things could get any worse. Lucky for them, things were just about to change for the best.

or Harry’s son get bullied until Louis’ son shows up.

Beautiful Star, 17k

“You know, when I pegged you for a druglord, I wasn’t exactly challenging you to make me believe that you actually are one. What is this place?” Louis says after he swallows over the mild panic that’s building up in his throat over the fact that he’s literally sitting in front of the cause of his teenage sexuality crisis.

or, the famous/nonfamous kid!fic AU wherein harry and louis have to host a school Christmas party and harry isn’t actually a drug lord.

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TEACH ME | Chapter Six

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summary: :“Not now, Holland. I’m not in the mood of hearing your nasty comments.” you answer him back.
“If you really want to be noticed by Harrison we have to work together.”
[…]
You roll your eyes “So what’s your plan, Genius?”
Tom smirks “I’ll give you a few lessons about how to flirt with a guy, how to kiss, things you can say during a first date and so on.”

This is the penultimate chapter but don’t you worry because this story is not going to end… Lots of coming soon!


Teach me | Chapter 6

“Sorry Harrison. I really have to go, now” you say and, without any other explanations, you run away from his house.
You need answers and also a long walk to think about what has just happened. When you leave the house, you notice that it’s raining and you have forgot your ombrella at Harrison’s place so you stop at the nearest bus station and seat on the bench.
“Y/N?” A friendly voice calls you.
You look up and find Jacob giving you a confused look.
“Are you crying?” he asks again.
You touch your checks with the back of your hand to collect the few tears that escaped from your lashes.
“Oh, yes. I’m just nervous, and sad and I want to break everything” you explain.
Jacob gives you a sad smile and nods.
“Do you want to talk about it?” he seats next to you.
You sigh “No. Or maybe yes, I… I don’t know” another sigh “It’s about Tom”
“Let me guess, it’s about Tom and his lessons”
You look at him with wide eyes “How do you know this?”
He just chuckles “I was the first one to know about it. He called me up at 2am to tell me this odd idea. Of course I told him it was something extremely stupid, but he did it anyway”
Your gaze moves back to the pavement “Yeah, extremely stupid, just like me.” You say shaking your head “Jacob, did he tell you anything more about me?”
The Hawaiian boy blushes “Uhm, no, no. He just told me about the lessons and your crush on Harrison.”
“Didn’t he mention you that organized a blind date for Harrison with his cousin and they are now a couple?”
“He what?”
You nod.
“Oh, boy. Well, my advice is go and talk to him. I think he’s at his place.”
In that moment, you spot the bus coming.
You lift up and give Jacob a small kiss on the check “Thank you, Jacob. You’re a real friend.”
“That fin- Is that a hickey?”
You blush more than ever and your hand runs to cover your neck.
“Long story, maybe I’ll tell you another time”




The way to reach Tom’s house lasted twenty minutes. You don’t know what to say and how to behave around him. Should you face him? Asking for questions? Punching him in the face and then leave?
You stay in front of his front door with your fist in mid-air, unsure to knock it not.
“Oh, fuck it” you say between your teeth as you knock on his door.
You hear steps coming from behind the door and you’re jaw almost drops when you find a blonde girl opening the door.
“Hi” she welcomes you politely.
You look at her more carefully until you realize she’s the girl who was drooling over Tom the day before.
“Who’s there, Emily?” Tom says coming from the living room “Oh, hey Y/N” he smiles at you.
“You are a real piece of shit” you state looking into his eyes “Is she your new swag?”
Tom gives you a confused look “We’re doing a science project”
“Oh, yeah and maybe it’s an about anatomy, eh? Save it, Tom. I’m so done with you.”
“Emily, can you give us a second?” Tom asks the girl who’s even more confused than him.
“Sure” she says giving you a quick gaze.
“Can you tell me what the fuck is going on?” Tom closes the door behind his back and takes a few steps towards you.
“I should ask you the same thing” you scream as you feel your eyes filling with tears “I know everything, Tom. Harrison told me everything.”
Tom sighs and passes his hand through is hair.
“Please, tell me it’s not true.”
“Listen Y/N, I wanted to tell you but…”
“But what? You were having too much fun mocking me? Making me look like a stupid?” you turn your back but then you face him again “You know what? I was starting to feel something for you. I really thought we could work”
“Can you come in so we can talk?” he reaches out his hand but you avoid his touch.
“I don’t have anything more to tell you”
“But I do. And I want you to listen to me”
“I don’t have anything to listen to that comes from you.” you state, Tom swears he has never seen so much hate in someone’s eyes “I don’t want to see you again, I’m done”
“I did all this just for you” he yells “God, Y/N. You are so, so blind. I like you, I really do and Harrison was the only way to get closer to you. I wanted you to notice me, I wanted you to spend time with me so that you could understand I’m not the asshole you thought I was” he sighs “And then I introduced Harrison to my cousin because I knew that if you could choose between me and Harrison you’d pick him.”
You look at him astonished. Did he really just say that he likes you?
You open and close your mouth a few time, trying to find the right words.
“I’m not sure anymore I would have pick Harrison between the two of you”
“Is it too late to say ‘I’m sorry’, right?”
You give him a sad look “Definitely”




Violet’s house is in Regent Street. You’ve been there a few times and every time you are amazed by the beauty of her place. Her house seems to come out an IKEA catalogue. You knock on the door a few times, expecting to see your friend Violet but you find in front if you one of the most beautiful boy you’ve ever met.
“Can I help you?” he asks you with a shy smile.
“Uhm… yes. I’m friend with Violet, she told me she was at home so…”
“Yeah she’s having a shower, but you can come in and I can make some tea, you’re soaking. Didn’t you have an umbrella?”
You take a few steps into the house “If I had had one I would have used it, don’t you think?”
He chuckles “You’re right, I’m Louis, Violet’s brother”
“Oh sure, she told me many things about you” but not that you are so attractive, you think.
He smiles at you again as you look at him carefully. Everything was in fleck, his hair, his beard, the way his sweatpants contours his toned body.
“If you want you can tell me what you were doing without an umbrella under the pouring rain while we drink a cup of tea” he proposes.
“This is a really good idea”
Talking to Louis is one of the easiest things on heart, he listens carefully without interrupting you, he asks you a few questions from time to time to check if he understands correctly and then nods.
“Well” he starts once you finished telling him the story “Even I don’t like what he has done, but I can understand him. I mean, you’re really pretty, he just wanted to get your attention and he chose the worst way to do it” you blush like crazy at his compliment “But I think you should give him a second chance, I mean… by the way you talk I can say that you like him.”
“I thought I liked him but I feel betrayed by his behave, I think I need some time to reflect on this situation”
You hear Violet’s footsteps coming down the stairs and your friend’s voice talking to you.
“Sorry for the wait I was s- Louis Tomlinson how many times do I have to tell you not to bothering my friends?”
Louis raises his hands “To my defence, I was just doing your job while you were showering. Now I better get going, Harry’s waiting for me in Covent Garden” he stands up and gives just a quick gaze “It was a pleasure meeting you, Y/N. We should hang out sometime!”
You blush as you whisper a soft “Sure”.
Violet looks at you inquisitorial “Did you just flirt with my brother in front of me?”
“What? No!” you answer with a high pitch tone of voice.
“Uhm, fine. So, what happened?”
You explain again the whole situation but talking to Violet is not like talking to Louis. Violet is loud, distracted, and she interrupts you every three words.
“Well, I’m not surprised” she says with nonchalance “It was obvious that Tom has a crush on you. It’s like when you are at kindergarten and a kid pulls your braids: he’s mean to you because he wants to get your attention. And let’s be honest, Tom is a giant baby”
You sigh “What should I do?”
Violet plays with her hair and purses her lips “I think you have to take a break from him. I don’t like how he behaved. Try to focus your attention on other things. Or…”
“Or?”
“Or you can use the advices he gave you and find another boy”

kelseyy123  asked:

Hi, I was wondering if you know of any fanfics that relate to Larry in their real life situation and not a completely different story line and shows what it is like in their point of view from 2010 discovering each other up until now and all the things they've had to go through, throughout the years?

Hello!

Ok, let me start off by saying that I am very, very choosy about canon fics and I am unable to complete ones I found lacking. You can say that I avoid reading canon fics because I am fragile. Also, I understand what kind of fic you want and I will do my best. So, here goes:

dark and the dentist by sunshiner  @theprizeofcoolness

“I know this song,” Louis whispers, and Harry has to lean his ear toward him to pick up what he’s saying. “It was written for people to dance to it. We should be dancing.”
We can’t, Harry almost spits, but it’d be stupid of him. Louis knows they can’t. Even if he looks like any regular Parisian in their twenties, and Harry looks like any hipster Parisian in their twenties, they can’t anyway. To be fair, they probably wouldn’t do it even if they were out. But if they were two uni students, both in Paris for an exchange, meeting over fallen books at the library, or because of mutual friends, or watching Monet’s Water Lilies?
“How would we dance?” Harry murmurs, mouth almost pressed to Louis’ cheek, so close he can feel his warmth. What a picture they must make, two millionaires freezing in a park and dreaming of a different life.

An account of the events of November 2014. Canon-compliant.

**This fic made me cry… in a very uncool way. Maybe my favourite canon fic.

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Tales of Miss Fortune

Welp, this was meant to be a Blancfortune oneshot. The me and @ladyofacat had some 3 AM talks and this turned into a villain!Ladybug au. Oops. Also, if you expect plot, leave the expectations at the door lmao. This story will mostly be sexual tension escalading and Miss Fortune/Marinette driving Chat/Adrien mad.

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Happy Valentine’s Day!


Chat Noir moved stealthily through the dark corridors of the Louvre. It was fights like this when he was truly grateful for his night vision. Fights in the dark were an advantage for him and he knew he needed any asset he could get when it came to fighting her. Because honestly, there was only one thief in the whole of Paris (and possibly Europe) that would go on a stealing spree without any care for the security system.

Miss Fortune.

Chat’s grip on his staff tightened as he scanned the halls for his nemesis. She was the nightmare of Paris for almost six years now. And while she was not robbing simple people, there wasn’t any museum, gallery and private collection that had been spared. And more often than Chat would have liked to admit, she got away with it. He didn’t even want to think how many millions if not billions of euros had been lost because of her. Damn her.

Chat’s eyes scanned the hall he was in, feeling a little bit creeped out by the eyes in the portraits almost following him. He was never a fan of museums at night. Sometimes he wished he could just the exact place where Miss Fortune was. Not that he was worried she will escape. She never left without a fight. More often than not, Chat felt she was doing all these robberies with a clear purpose in mind: to drive him mad. Frankly, she was succeeding. With a sigh, he stopped in place focusing on the noise. His cat ears twitched as he heard a faint noise. from somewhere afar and a little to the west.

The storehouse.

He sprinted down the hall until he was close enough to hear better. He began moving with stealth again, his steps trailing the little noises he was hearing. His tail flicked anxiously as he stepped in one of the big rooms of the basement. Boxes of all sizes, sculptures wrapped in sheets covered in dust and even some paintings lying around. The sight almost made him sad, but he didn’t have time to linger on that. He kept his guard up as he stepped further into the room, being prepared for any surprise attack. What he wasn’t prepared for, however, was a fancy chair that probably belonged in the court of Louis de 14th. Put in the middle of an empty space and illuminated strangely by some candles in the back. He immediately spun around, throwing his baton at the target behind him that triggered a noise just one second before. Only to see that there was nothing before him.

“What the… ” his curse had turned into a yowl as someone jumped into his back, managing to knock him off his feet.

A pair of soft lips brushed against his ear shell. “Hello, handsome.”

Chat struggled as she sized his hands behind his back, making it impossible for him to use them. With a grunt of annoyance, he rolled on is back, trying to get rid of her, but it only aggravated the situation as she copied his move. It ended up with a tumble on the floor, until Miss Fortune managed to tie his hands with the string of her yoyo. Chat growled as she forced him to sit in the chair and wrapped the string around his body, managing to tie him to the chair.

“You, know, I’m almost disappointed for how easy you fell for that, kitten.” she said with a pout while taking a bundle of rope off her belt. She took a few steps towards him, slow, almost teasingly. It wouldn’t be the first time when Chat felt like he was the mouse and she was the cat. “But I could forgive you if you meow for me a little.”

Adrien just glared at her, clenching his teeth. She always liked to play with him and he knew very well giving her a reaction would only make her satisfied with herself. And he was too stubborn for that. His lack of reaction seemed to only make her pout further.

“Well, then. If you aren’t in the mood of talking I’ll just get to action too. And when you think I even settled the romantic atmosphere with the candles.” with a dramatic sigh, she got on her knees in front of him.

He did his best to ignore the heat rising in his cheeks as he tried to kick her away. Miss Fortune grabbed his leg and pinned it back down with ease. Glancing up at him with a scolding look, she chided him. “Bad chaton!”

He huffed annoyed, before redirecting his attention to her, keeping a close eye for any chance to free himself. She looked away from his face, her gaze sliding over his torso and then to his crotch. And by the way her lips curled into a predatory smirk, Chat was sure he was in trouble. Humming amusedly, she settled her hands on his thighs before spreading his legs wide open.

“What are you doing?” to his ultimate embarrassment, that was very much a squeak.

“Oh, but please, tell me, kitten. What happens usually when you have someone kneeling between your spread legs?”

Chat really wanted to give a witty reply, but frankly, he was pretty brain dead when she was staring at him with those bedroom eyes. Why was he cursed with a weakness for blue eyes?

And as if that wasn’t enough, she began running her hands up and down his thighs, agonizingly slow. And the suit wasn’t doing anything to decrease the feeling. It only stopped the pain from big hits, but gentle touches? They felt as if there was nothing between them besides a very thin sheet of silk. Chat beat his lips as she rested her head on his left thigh, her fingers trailing closer and closer to his crotch.  He closed his eyes, trying to think about the most unpleasant things in the world, just not to get a boner. He could never forgive himself if he got a boner from her teasing in front of her.

(He got boners because of her before and he wouldn’t bother lying, but frankly, he was in private.)

She would never let him live it down. As if she didn’t wound his pride enough these years. That would be the last drop. He felt Miss Fortune shift and then, something being wrapped around his ankles. He opened his eyes only to find his ankles tied and Miss Fortune smirking up at him, some rope still in her hands.

“I liked you tied up.” he remarked casually before putting the rope over her shoulder and sitting in his lap.

Chat hissed. She was warm. And he had no doubt the way she was grinding on him, slowly was with a clear purpose in mind. Chat wanted to scream. Why couldn’t he have a normal enemy? One that found pleasure in kicking his ass, not in sexually frustrating him? No, apparently that was too much to ask for. When he accepted being a superhero he certainly didn’t expect almost six years of flirting, banter and sexual tension that just seemed to increase in the latest months.

Miss Fortune nuzzled his nose. That gesture was way too sweet for someone who looked like she was one step away from eating him alive while dry humping him. And there was so much he could do to stop his dick from going hard while someone was grinding on him and it felt very much like it was skin on skin. Miss Fortune seemed extremely happy with her results so far.

“Do you like this, kitten?” she whispered in his ear in a sultry voice as she increased her rhythm, her hot core moving faster against his boner.

Chat let out a moan, dropping his head against her shoulder. This was humiliating, but he couldn’t bring himself to care too much when he felt so good. He will regret this later, he knew, but frankly, he had limits where he simply couldn’t resist anymore. Miss Fortune was running her hands all over his body and Chat realized a few seconds too late she was tying him the rope and retrieving her yoyo.

“I fucking hate you.” he growled through gritted teeth. For what, he wasn’t sure. For being a nightmare to Paris? For humiliating him like that? For the fact that he was actually enjoying it? For outwitting him?

There was a slight gasp and soon all the warmth was gone. He looked up to see Miss Fortune glaring at him.

“That was the wrong thing to say.” she hissed before getting something out of a box on the side. “Bad kitties get punished.”

The next thing he knew was that Miss Fortune was leaning towards him with a piece of duct tape in her hands. She pressed it against his lips, before a smirk appeared on her face. She tilted her head, pressing her lips against his through the duct tape before gluing it to his face.

“That was for the language. You should learn how to dirty talk, kitten. ” she straightened her back. “You were very rude, I liked you better when you were moaning. And because you said that, then I won’t make you cum anymore.”

Going to another box that was laying near, she picked two pieces of jewelry. The turned to him, raising them for him to see.

“They supposedly belonged to Madame de Pompadour. And given you are here, I want to ask you for an opinion. Which one do you think fits me better?”

She raised each pair to her ears. “The sapphire ones or the ruby ones?” Chat gave an annoyed growl making er giggle. “Oopsie, I forgot I duct taped you. Oh well, nod once for sapphire, nod twice for ruby.”

She looked throughout amused as he didn’t react anyhow. “Well, I guess you are right. I should take both.”

Chat glared at her as she put the two pairs of earrings in one of her belt satchels.

“See you next time, beau gosse.” she said with a smirk, blowing him a kiss.

And with that, she simply strutted out of the hall, leaving a very annoyed Chat Noir with an unsolved boner behind.

Stolen Kisses.

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148. “Why do you only kiss me when I’m sleeping?”

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In your white t-shirt that had “We Think Harry Has The X Factor” Along with X Factor’s logo, you stood backstage as Anne gave Harry a kiss on his cheek before he turned to you.

You breathed nervously, cupping his face with your hands, “I’m so proud of you. No matter what they say, you’re incredible, yeah? Break a leg, Haz.” And you kissed your best friend’s cheek as he gave you a grin and a nod before walking on stage.

You were sure you were almost nails-less during the time of his singing as you bit your nails, your nerves all around the place as you stood beside Gemma, looking at him through the screen as he sang Isn’t She Lovely; a lullaby you both always sang to each other whenever one of you couldn’t sleep.

You frowned at Louis’ remark. He was 16 and auditioning, what kind of experience should he have if he’s auditioning for a singing show, freaking idiot?

“Someone in the audience just said rubbish and I totally agree with them.” Simon said, making you grin and clap before interlocking your fingers under your chin.

When it came to the voting, you almost threw up from how nervous you were. “I’m going to have to say no.” Louis said, making you frown and boo him under your breath.

“I like you Harry, I’m going to have to say yes.” Nicole said, making you cheer as your eyes got tearful.

“You’ll be happy to hear I’m going agree with Nicole-” You didn’t hear anything else as you were engulfed in a hug by Anne and Gemma as you and Harry’s family and friend cheered.

You heard Harry say thank you before he walked towards you, hugged by his family and patted on his back. You wrapped your arms tightly around him, burying your head in his neck as he hugged you back as tight. “I’m so happy, oh my God, Haz.” You cried.

“Awh, don’t cry.” He wiped your tears. “You’re too lovely for that.” He grinned.

Later that night, in the hotel where you were all staying, you and Harry sat in your hotel room, making scenarios of a famous Harry Styles.

“And you’d be singing on the stage and all the girls would be crying and fainting because you’re you and the crowd goes woo!” You jumped on the bed before throwing yourself on the bed on your back, looking at Harry who sat propped on his elbow, his cheek resting on his palm as he looked at you with a smile.

“Will you be there?” He asked.

“I’ll be there.” You answered, closing your eyes and curling your body in a ball, the day’s exhaustion kicking in. In a matter of minutes, you were asleep.

“I hope you will.” Harry whispered before hovering his lips on yours gently, giving you a very gentle and light kiss.

//

You sat between Harry’s legs, his fingers working on your hair as he braided it while you sat in Niall’s dressing room with the boys, all laughing.

You laughed at Liam’s costume that had had to wear for the Best Song Ever music video. “Hair tie.” Harry said and you held your hand for him with the hair tie which he took and tied around your braid. “There we go. It looks great.”

“Really? Take a picture.” You straightened your back as you heard his phone’s camera go off and he gave you the phone for you to inspect. “I love it, thanks Haz” You turned and smiled at him before turning to see everyone leaving the room to God knows where. You turned back to Harry, “You know, I really like the whole Marcel look on you.”

“Oh, do you? Too bad you’re stuck with lame ol’ Harry, huh?” He gave you a toothy grin.

You playfully scoffed, “Don’t remind me.”

“Really now?” His fingers started tickling you, making you squirm.

“Harry! Harry, stop!” You laughed, struggling to get up but he was quick to wrap his arms around your waist from behind.

You began to gain your breath before resting your back on Harry’s chest and letting a sight leave your mouth before closing your eyes.

Harry, feeling your breath grow heavier, he leaned his head forward to look at you, smiling when he saw that you had slept. You were very energetic the whole day, it was bound to tire you.
Being best friends with you, Harry was ecstatic that he had someone like you in his life but he wasn’t happy that you were oblivious to his feelings and that it was impossible for you to return his feelings.

He was there when you had your first kiss, having to listen to you go over and over about how lovely it was and how cute the guy was. He was there when you had your first heartbreak and he had to restrain himself from murdering the guy who had caused the girl he loves all that pain, having to wipe your tears and hold you in his arms as you sobbed. He was there when you aced your GSCE’s, celebrating both of your grades together. He was always there for you and you were always there for him. After all, it was you who convinced him to audition.

“Just tell her.” Louis said once he entered the room, looking at your sleeping figure and Harry’s smiling one.

Harry shook his head and sighed, “You don’t understand.” He whispered in order not to wake you.

“It’s not rocket science, mate. You love the girl, she loves you, you both are too shy and scared to admit it.” Louis said.

“Can you keep it down?” Harry whispered.

“You’ll have to wake her up anyway, we’re going back to the hotel, Romeo.” Louis smirked.

Harry sighed and nodded, watching Louis walk out of the room. Miraculously, he managed to stand up from behind you, with you still asleep as he put your head gently on the pillow and kneeled beside you. His hand found your hair, gently stroking it as he looked at you. He sighed, closing his eyes, “I love you. So much.” He whispered, “What am I going to do?” He whispered to himself.

He leaned down, gently pecking your lips for a second before standing up and beginning to wake you up.

//

“I can’t believe you got the role!” You squealed. “My best friend is a movie star!” You screamed out in Harry’s LA house as you held his hand and twirled yourself.

Harry grinned as he watched you twirl, “I’m glad you’re here to celebrate with me.”

“Did you expect it? I had Jeff help me out with booking the ticket and all that.” You grinned, wrapping your arms around his torso.

“I honestly didn’t, love. I was very surprised. Actually, I’m still surprised.” He smiled down at you, wrapping his arm around your shoulders.

“How do you want us to celebrating you landing the role, Haz? Come on, name anything, we’ll do it.” You smiled up at him, a happy glint in your eyes.

“Can we stay in tonight? Celebrate and go out tomorrow? I’m very tired from all the writing and recording and all the meetings and I need a movie night with a cuddle on the side, please.” He raised his eyebrows, his dimple showing as he smiled.

“Whatever the movie star wants. You pick the movie, I’ll order the pizza.” You demanded with a smile.

“What would I do without you?”

“Probably still be working in the bakery. Barbara misses you by the way. Give me your phone, I don’t know the pizza place’s number.” You opened your palm.

“I miss that cheeky woman, too. Send her my greetings when you see her again.” He said as he gave you his phone and dialing the pizza place’s number.

“I love your hair, by the way. You look handsome.” You smiled with a blush before leaving the room with his phone pressed to your ear as you began ordering.
Harry grinned, his cheeks turning crimson red as his hand touched his hair.

You both sat on Harry’s bed, your head on his shoulder and his head leaning on yours with the pizza box on your lap and in your third movie of the night. Harry insisted you watch When Harry Met Sally because it was his favorite and “It was his night, my wish is your command, love.” Was what he said.

Your eyes were droopy, your 11 hours flight’s exhaustion kicking in as you cuddled more to Harry. 15 minutes later, light snores were escaping your lips.

“Oh, I love this pa-” Harry stopped when he heard your snores, looking down at you and chuckling when he saw you sleeping, “Of course.” He took the pizza box from your lap and put it on the bedside table before putting his arm around your waist and lying you down gently on the bed.

He looked down at you, “This is the part where I kiss you, you know? You just don’t know.” He muttered under his breath before pecking your lips gently and snuggling close to you. “Goodnight, beautiful.

//

Your red long silky dress showed off your body, your hair in waves and your skin glowing. To say that you were feeling yourself would be an understatement. The highlighter was really popping. You walked down Harry’s house in London, knowing Anne and him were waiting for you downstairs.

Harry had asked you, alongside his mother, to be his date for Dunkirk’s premiere. He was nervous but it felt natural and of course, you agreed.
You were met with Anne who gasped and put a hand to her heart and nudged Harry whose back was facing you. He looked at her confusingly to which she nodded her head towards you, making hm turn to look at you.

Harry’s jaw dropped, if it was a cartoon, he would definitely have hearts popping out of his eyes. His heart began racing, his palms getting sweaty as he stared at you.

You took slow approaches towards him and Anne and smiled shyly, “What?”

“You look absolutely divine, dear.” Anne smiled at you.

“You look wonderful, Anne.” You said, looking at her black dress.

“Thank you, dear. I’m going to wait for you in the limo. Harry, close your mouth, honey.” Anne chuckled before walking out the door.

You looked at Harry, chuckling, “Are you going to talk or not?” You asked, moving closer to him and putting your hands on his chest, feeling his racing heart against your palm, making you blush and raise your eyebrows, “Your heart is beating really fast.”

“How can it not?” He whispered, not trusting his voice as he took you all in.

“You look handsome.” You said in a low voice, staring at his green eyes.

“You look-You look unbelievable. I ca-”

“Why do you only kiss me when I’m sleeping?” You said quietly, your eyes not leaving his.

Harry’s eyes went wide, “Wh-What?”

“I asked, why do you only kiss me when I’m sleeping?” You repeated, leaning in till your lips was hovering over his, brushing against his.

“You-” Harry swallowed, his eyes looking at yours nervously, “You know?”

“It’s hard not to feel a kiss, love.” You chuckled. “Do you not want me awake when you kiss me?”

Before you could say anything, Harry’s lips were on yours, his hands cupping your head as he poured his feelings into the kiss. You closed your eyes in delight, kissing back as passionately.

You both pulled away, you pecking his lips one more time, “I’ve always wanted to do that.” You admitted, chuckling.

Harry grinned, closing his eyes as he leaned his forehead on yours, “Can I say it?”

“Please.”

“I love you.” He said with a grin.

“I love you.” You repeated before your lips were on his one more time.

Needless to say, the fans were quick to notice from the pictures of the premiere, both of your loving stolen glances, your interlocked fingers and were fangirling over a lips peck you shared in the background of a picture of Fionn, quick to tweet about how the ship finally sailing.

Originally posted by tmlnsn

A Visit To The Past

(Y/N) and Harry broke up when he started his solo career three years ago.

What he finds the hardest is that the person he knew better than himself once is now sitting there and he has no idea what to say, he has no idea what’s going on in your life or what’s happened in the previous three years that you both spent separately.

Him calling you the way he did years ago is too much to handle for you, you buried those memories too deep inside now all off them suddenly floating on the surface is suffocating you.

Hope you enjoy it. xx

High heel boots are not made for days like this and you should always take your umbrella with you in fall just in case if it rains, like it does now. You are trying to make your way through the crowded street, as quick as possible but you’re already late. You should’ve been there half an hour ago and you hate it. You hate the feeling of something might go wrong anytime and being late doesn’t really make you feel better about it. Your hair gets all wet as the rain accelerates and you try to push it off your face, the drops making it almost impossible for you to see where you’re going. You can spot some umbrellas flying around like dementors in of the wind.  

Almost there, only two more blocks and you’ll make it you think as you quicken your steps. After you run past a cafe just around the corner, with a loud ‘splosh’ you literally jump in a puddle and hear a “Wo-woah!” at the same time. Feeling the water leaking in through your boots to soak your freezing feet, you look around to see the person you splashed water with. “Oh god, I’m so sor- ” your words get stuck between your lips as your eyes meets with the young mans standing in front of you. He is holding a black umbrella, wearing pointed brown boots and a black, long overcoat that looks more expensive than a collage tuition.

   "Y/N?“ His expression giving away the fact that he is as surprised as you.

  “Harry…” you say almost too quiet you hardly hear your own voice and he smiles. You force to keep your eyes open as the rain starts beating your skin faster but you only vaguely feel it.

  A couple seconds of awkward silence later he smiles and you can’t help but sigh as his smile is even better than you remember how it was. “(Y/N), you’re soaking wet,” he gestures the cafe you just run past, “Wanna wait somewhere until the rain calms down?”

  You find yourself following Harry into the cafe, there’s not many people inside and you can already see some of them recognizing the popstar that’s walking in. Water dripping from the bottom of your coat, Harry walks towards a table. You take a seat, taking off your coat and trying not to avoid his gaze on you. “It’s so good to- I mean I’d never thought that I’d run into you.” He says and finally your eyes meets his once more.

  “It’s good to see you too.” you say back. Waiter comes before he says anything else. He orders an Americano and you order just water, your stomach feels like anything other than water wouldn’t be welcomed in there. “So you live in New York now?” he asks.

  “Yeah,” you say. “I was in Seattle for some time for work, I had to move in to New York two months ago.” Leaving the reason why you moved in blank. You take another sip from your bottle of water as you feel as if the diamond ring on your finger tightens. You can’t ignore the slight tremble of your hands and all of your memories of trying to forget the guy who’s sitting in front of you fills in your thoughts.

  “You always loved New York.” he says with a genuine smile on his lips and you confirm with a nod. As a loud thunder makes you look out from the window, Harry takes a proper look on your diamond ring and his smile fades a little. What he finds the hardest is that the person he knew better than himself once is now sitting there and he has no idea what to say, he has no idea what’s going on in your life or what’s happened in the previous three years that you both spent separately. Hates that he has to act like he’s not the one who knows how you squeak whenever you see a kitten, how you can’t sleep with socks and without something covering your belly, how you never kiss only one cheek of a person because you believe it brings bad luck so you kiss them both, how you curl the toes on your right feet more than the left when your orgasm hits you and how you loved him leaving bruises on your skin where no one else can see. Most importantly, how you loved him and he loved you once. “So, you’re engaged.” he blurts out and mentally curses at himself for opening up a matter that he doesn’t want to hear anything about.

  You look down at your ring like you see it for the first time too and force a smile that you feel ashamed of because you don’t feel happy at the moment. “Oh- yes.” you mumble. Harry still has the same effect on you, you feel a pulling force inviting you to be closer to him. His hair is shorter now but the small curls are still visible behind his ears, his jawline got even sharper it that’s possible and he still wears too many rings on his fingers. She recognizes the one with a rose carved on top and it was your birthday gift to him years ago. You want to tell him the first six month of your break up was the hardest time of your life, tell him that you still keep the necklace he bought to you locked in a box in her bedroom, how sometimes you find yourself thinking about him out of the blue, how the color yellow always reminds you of him and you listened both of his albums, every single song and knows some of them are about you and you’re truly proud of him for making it this far though you’re not surprised cause you always knew he would. But instead you say, “I was trying to get to my wedding dress rehearsal but…” You look out from the large window of the cafe once more. “It seems impossible.” Funny, how you were running in the streets only minutes ago like your life depended on it but now it seems like - just a rehearsal - nothing important.

  Harry looks at her, his bottom lip between his thumb and forefinger. He feels guilty. Like her getting married is everything going wrong in this world and he is the reason she’s doing it. Because he gave up all those years ago. “Congrats.” he says in the most insincere way.

  “Thanks. Well congrats on your two Grammys.” you smile, desperately trying to change the topic and he shows you a beautiful smile, dimples carving his cheeks and you want to put your fingertips on them, it used to make him smile every single time you did. Uncomfortable silence surrounds you as you spin your ring on your finger without noticing. You are thrilled about your wedding, really, going over every single detail again and again. Harry is the only person you wouldn’t want to talk about it. You hate to talk about it with him. “So how’s working with-” you start but don’t have a chance to finish.

  “I always thought we’d end up together, Muppet.” he interrupts, realizing he didn’t use the pet name for years and how warm it makes him feel to say it again.

  His words catching you off guard you almost drop the water bottle. “Harry…” you say before a loud sigh, you should not be sorry and definitely not feel like crying because of what he says. Him calling you the way he did years ago is too much to handle for you, you buried those memories too deep inside now all off them suddenly floating on the surface is suffocating you. “Please.” you whisper.

  “I know,” he pulls on his hair and you remember doing it, how soft his brown curls felt between your fingers and how he liked it when you did it whilst he had you beneath him. “Fuck, I know this is selfish of me (Y/N)! But - but look at you, I mean you’re getting married.”

  “Harry-”

  “I always expected a call from you, every damn night for three days. I didn’t want to be the one to call because that much of a selfish twat I am.” His grip tightens around the coffee cup. “You were out there… I’d always hoped that you were happy but not…” happy with someone else. His voice trails of and your lips tremble as you try to let your breath go through the lump in your throat. You watched him hang out with women, have short term girlfriends throughout the previous years, saw photos of him hand in hand with other girls, smiling at the flashing lights. You’ve made yourself believe that he didn’t miss you, even though the last words you heard from him three years ago was “I love you, Muppet. I don’t think I’ll ever stop loving you.”. For years you imagined seeing him, talking to him, you fantasized about the ways he’d come running back to you but now it hurt so much to hear everything he said. With the way you two broke up, you never had a closure, always had that small thought of being back together with Harry leaking in through your head at the most inappropriate times of some nights. You wanted to keep him away and even hate him for a long time but you had no reason to do so. He is Harry, your Harry. At least he once was your Harry. The person who made you feel the most alive.

  “I missed you.” you say after a moment. “Hell, I still miss you Harry.” Harry looks up at you like a three year old boy who’s just been told after a boring day at home he can finally go outside to play. “But sometimes two people are just not meant to happen.”

  “So, you’re saying it’s faith.” he snorts a chuckle and shakes his head.

  “What exactly do you expect me to say?” you whisper-shout at him and put your elbows on the hard wooden table. “You were the one to end it Harry, you said you were not ready and went to Jamaica-” just as your voice was getting louder and Harry’s widened eyes were looking sadder every passing second you stop yourself. “No, no. It’s too late to have this conversation.” you say, mostly to yourself as you look up to prevent your tears from falling down on your cheeks. “I’m getting married in three months.”

  Harry looks at you as you look into your hands on the table and try to calm yourself down. You want to flip the table, slap him right in the face for leaving you and then slap yourself for giving up too easily, shout everything you felt and still feel about him, every heartbreak, every anger, everything. But it would get you nowhere, nothing could take back the time and undo all the things you both had done.

  “Will I be invited to the wedding Muppet?” he asks and you can’t help but chuckle just before a tear drops on your hand, he reaches and wipes it off with his thumb.

  “No.” You say and his smile grows bigger, a sad one though.

  “I’d love to see you in a wedding dress.” he says truthfully. “But I don’t think you’d be able to say your ‘I do’ with me around.”

  You slap his hand playfully and he grimaces. “You ass!” you laugh but the possibility of what he said to be true is making your stomach turn. You realize the rain is slowing down outside and take a deep breath. “The rain…”

  Harry looks out. “Yeah.” he mumbles. A part of him wishes the rain to turn into a blizzard and locking you two in for the rest of the eternity. He is not ready to let you go yet but the ring on your finger telling him you’re already gone. You are not his (Y/N), not his Muppet anymore. He bites the inside of his cheek with the thoughts he wouldn’t want to dig deeper. They look at each other, waiting for the other one to make a move. Harry takes a deep breath and opens his mouth to invite you to dinner but you’re quicker.

  “So…” you say and force a smile. “I think I should get going. (Y/F/N) will be coming for dinner and- were you gunna say something?”

  “No.” He quickly shakes his head and despises the faceless man who’s named (Y/F/N) with no right. “It’s alright. It was great, it is… I mean this-”

  “I know Harry.” you say softly and slowly get up from your seat. “It was great for me too.”

  You both stand up and look at each other and you realize he even got broader now and short hair suits him, but you miss the long waves. “Be happy Muppet.” he says.

  “You too Harry.” you say and lean up to place a kiss on his cheek, than the other which makes him smile. He changed his perfume, you can tell but there is still something same about his smell. A faint smell it is and it’s still so familiar and leaving a tingling sensation in your stomach. You mean it though, you want him to be happy.

  “Excuse me?” You both turn to look at the third person who get into the frame of two. “I’m sorry to interrupt but is it possible to- uhm-” She’s a young girl holding her phone in her hand timidly.

  “Yeah,” Harry says understanding and smiles politely.

  “Let me.” You say and take the phone from the girl, they stand next to each other and Harry kisses her on the cheek as you take the photo. She’s shaking you can tell and cheeks flushed with excitement.

  “Thank you!” she says. “Thank you so much, it’s great to meet you Harry.” Just then she turns to you. “you too (Y/N).” You don’t know what to say for a moment, you almost forgot how it is to be around him and you’re his ex-girlfriend so most of his old fans know about you. You try to hide your nervousness and put a smile on your face as polite as Harry’s. “Are you- are you two back together?”

  “Oh, no.” you say right away. “This is just…”

  “A visit to the past.” Harry says. Such a true phrase it is, a passage, a window to the past. A loophole to bring her back in time, a needed one, she feels sad happy and relieved at the same time. She had many thoughts about seeing him again but it happening this spontaneous way is better than you imagined it would be.

  The girl says her goodbyes and leaves, you watch her go before turning your gaze back yo Harry.

  “It’s a goodbye then.” You say, it’s a closure. But it doesn’t feel like it, there is a voice telling her he will always be a part of her life.

  “It is.” he says and smiles down at you. “I hope this is not the last time I see you, Muppet. Next time I want you to be pregnant to your fifth child and all happy and peachy.” he says. “Even if it kills me I want to see you happiest.”

  You laugh at his words about being pregnant at her fifth child and nod. “Goodbye Harry.” You say.

  “Goodbye Muppet.”

  ***

  Ten minutes of walk after the farewells with Harry, you take your phone out and see (Y/F/N) called you a dozen times. “Shit!” you dial his number and the familiar voice speaks.

  “(Y/N)! Thank god! Where were you, I’ve been calling you almost for an hour? I thought something bad happened since the last time I called you said the rainstorm was getting worse.” he says.

  “I’m alright.” you say calmly. “I’m going home, I couldn’t make it to the dress rehearsal.”

  “You didn’t?”

  “Nope. I just… ran into an old friend and waited for the storm to end.” You will tell him about seeing Harry, when you’re face to face.

  “Alright. Don’t walk home please just take a cab, your clothes must be soaking I don’t want you to get cold.” His voice is so soft you smile again.

  “Okay, baby.”

  “See you at home then, be careful. I love you.”

  Your steps stop and you look up at the sky. Traveling back in time from three years before to reality. “I love you too, I really do.”

  ***

  Harry sits alone in his hotel room, on the bed wearing only his boxers and a glass of red wine in his hand. “Yeah, for tomorrow.” He says to the phone and takes a sip from the glass. “Excellent. 2:30. Alright, thank you.” He hangs up and leans against the bed head, cold wood feeling odd against his skin but also soothing. There’s a feeling, an ache in his chest and he knows he’s ought to feel, so he doesn’t complain or try to numb it.

  His phone vibrates, his sisters name popping up on the screen. “Hey Gem.”

  “Just saw your message H, since it’s two in the morning there I’m assuming it really fucked you up.” Her voice hoarse with sleep.

  “It did.” he admits and stares at the TV that is not even turned on. He hears his mothers voice behind Gemma’s and Anne wants to say hi to him so Gemma hands her the phone with a huff. “Hi mum.”

  “Harry, why are you awake at this late dear?” Anne’s voice is sweet but concerned.

  “I’m coming home tomorrow.” he says dryly.

  “I thought you were going to be in New York for a few weeks at your break.” she says.

  Harry shakes his head, he just wants to feel warm and home. He needs the comfort of his home to go through the heartbreak only he caused. “I miss home.” and her… “and you mum.”

  “Oh, baby…”

***

PART II

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Hearts don’t break around here.

A/N: Hello again! Here I come back after finals with another Harry shot. The plot came to my mind one peaceful afternoon while I listened to Ed Sheeran’s “Hearts don’t break around here”, song which I personally find beyond beautiful.

* singing voice * Requests are open :)

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Harry wasn’t able to decode what he was feeling.

As much as he wanted to make up his mind, he just couldn’t. It was difficult to put a name to the mixture of sensations taking place at his system at the same time.

He definitely wasn’t at his happiest; having his childhood best friend crying on his shoulder, sobbing as he released soothing words to ease her miserable state, shattered his heart in the worst of the ways. Never in his most hideous nightmares he would have expected to find such an image as the one he came across after opening his front door.

Y/n’s beaming countenance stood out for its absence, being replaced by jet black stains running along her cheeks, caused by the tears the person supposed to bring her happiness had evidently failed to do. They told without any need of words the events that had led to that outcome, and that killed any hint of joy he could have been experimenting.

Still, it couldn’t be said the only thing he was feeling was pain.

Because, as selfish as it sounded, as he brought her to the security of his embrace, or whispered into her ear how things were going to get better; the realisation of having an opportunity to show her his genuine love eventually abandoned its blurriness.

If he attempted to define his current state, hopeful was the most accurate adjective he could come up with.

Yes, hope was its name


“When life gives you lemons, make lemonade” Harry would repeat that sentence to Y/n whenever downcast took over her feelings. It never failed to cheer her up, although at the beginning it would always win an eye roll from her. The proverb came to his mind like an enlightenment as he comforted her. In the wreck her now ex-boyfriend had left her, the only positive side was the comprehension of how unworthy he had been of her love all along, which led to the no longer waste of her time, which led to him.

As he watched her swollen eyes acquire a much softer look, and her before absent gaze gain a slight cheerful hint, a wave of satisfaction welcomed him. To see her get closer to the version of her he loved the most was his only purpose.

“You look like a flower child” A dimple-grinned Harry uttered, adding more daisies to the ones already perched upon her forehead and hair. Back in their childhood days, camping outside the vigilance of the walls of their houses became a tradition, which would be kept until Harry applied for the X-Factor.

Now, seven years later, on a white bed sheet sprawled in the middle of the dark garden, they were laying; she, looking at the stars; he, looking at her.

“You’re wasting all your flowers on me, you know that, right?” She giggled, the snow-white petals running along her skin provoking such an ethereal sound.

“And it’s worth the loss” He concluded as he placed the last one behind her ear, tucking some wild strands of hair with it.

Every look, every touch, every smile he managed to get from Y/n felt like a sweet victory; like a wave of encouragement to his, at times, weak optimism; as if he got closer to the glimmer of light he had been searching for a very long time, what had been his dream ever since an unexpected trip, two years ago.

“Are you serious?” Y/n asked, eyes widening when Harry wrapped his fingers around her wrists gently, guiding her to his worn out car.

“For real. You told me you wanted an adventure, right? Your wishes are my commands, my love” Despite the playfulness in his tone, when he said ‘my love’ he indeed meant it. It felt so right, as if the combination of both words was only meant to slip out of his mouth if she was the person it was directed to; that was the only way it sounded melodic, genuine.

“Where are you taking me?” She chuckled when he struggled to open her door “Lon…don… there you go” He answered focused on his task, a smile showing up when he succeeded “When you told me you had never been there I knew I had to be the first one to take you. C’mon get in!”

***

During the journey they had the time of their lives. They sang their lungs out to Harry’s compilation of old classics; Y/n took pictures of him, as he rambled about the experiences he had gone through in London; she even coped with his bad jokes, of which some surprisingly turned out to be quite funny.

Harry, on his behalf, became aware of what he hadn’t been conscious of before: he did more than just enjoy her company, he loved it. He wished he could be like that for the rest of his life: out of the spotlight, being young, free, bold, accompanied by the beautiful lady sitting beside him, who peeked her head out of the window to allow the air blow her hair, carelessly, living the moment.

It was then when he could almost taste the unknown flavour her presence always brought.

But it wasn’t enough.

***

The pitch black mantle falling sluggishly on the sky above introduced the beginning of the night; clinged to it, drowsiness.

In the middle of nowhere. That was how they spent the night on the backseat of the engine. Harry’s back pressed firmly against the back of the seats, his arms welcoming Y/n’s frame in a gentle grip. Their legs remained braided together for the rest of the night. The position they were in was uncomfortable, yet he would have spent the all the nights of his entire lifetime just like that; inhaling in the scent of her hair, feeling her hot breath fan over the discovered skin of his neck, listening to her puffs.

It was his favourite song.

When she looked up at him with innocent eyes and said “You never fail to make me happy, and I’m so grateful for that. I love you” he knew there was no turning back. He had already dived deep in her warm smile, in her tender gaze.

He didn’t feel like giving up the pleasing tickle at the pit of his stomach it provided him.

He was absolutely head over heels for his best friend.


And now, as Harry looked at her profile admiring the atmosphere around them, he visualised a future beside her: him kissing her to sleep every night, reminding her about how much he loved her; holding hands as they walk through the blooming gardens of Holmes Chapel, where they once spent entire days playing in; supporting her in the toughest moments; making from their love beautiful and healthy children; growing old.

But until then, he would wait as much time as it took for her to heal; he didn’t care if it were days, months or years. Her well-being was his priority.

“You know? he had been a dick all this time, but I was too blind to realise it” She said after minutes of comfortable silence.

“Well, at least now you know it. I don’t like seeing you suffering for him, he doesn’t deserve your tears, nor your love; he never did”

It took him several deep breaths to dare to say his next statement. “You deserve so much better… maybe all this time there’s been this one guy who dreamed of being in the position he was. Maybe he wished to love you unconditionally; to adore your imperfections; to confide in you all his fears, embrace yours. And maybe, just maybe, it hurted him to see you in the arms of another man”

The silence that followed were the longest five seconds of his entire life.

“Harry, are you trying to tell me something?”

Just know hearts don’t break around here.


MASTERLIST.

“Why Are You Even Staying?” (Harry Styles)

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You got a call at about 3 am. Harry. What did he want at this time of the night? “Babe, can you please turn that off?” Your boyfriend, Jake, groaned. “Sorry, but I got to answer this.” He groaned again. “Hey, what’s up?” you asked Harry when you answered. “No-not much.” He hiccupped, loud music playing in the background. “Are you drunk?” you asked. “No…” He answered. “Where are you?” you could feel the bed moving behind you, and soon you heard Jake scoffing. “I’m at (random club).” “Stay there, I’m coming to get you,” you said, just before hanging up.

“Are you really going? Why can’t he get somebody to drive him home or take a cab?” Jake asked, jealousy written clear all over his face. “I’m just picking up my drunk best friend from a bar. He has done the same for me on several occasions, and I’m not letting him wander around town when he is clearly not in the right state of mind!” you said frustrated. “Yeah, but it starts with you picking him up in the middle of the night, then it becomes in the middle of our movie nights or dates…” he said, and you can clearly hear the frustration in his voice, along with the hurt. “What do you want me to do?” You asked.

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You love him, but he loves her – part 3

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A week had passed since telling Harry how you felt. He had stormed out that night, not speaking to you since. You hadn’t left your flat once, not bothering to see or hear from anyone. Your front door remained locked and you refused to answer, much to Louis’ dismay. It was a rainy night in, and you finally decided to pull yourself from your bed, forcing your legs to move one after the other. When you finally make it to the fridge, you pull out last nights lentil soup, from when you ordered Lebanese. It was yours and Harry’s favorite to order in. Plopping down onto your couch as your food reheated, you grabbed the television remote and resumed your binge on Friends, and of course it was the episode where Ross and Rachel have their first real kiss. You gag at the characters on TV, and drag your attention to your phone which had been vibrating with notifications for sometime now. You sigh, giving in and scrolling through your messages.

You’ve not run off to Paris now, have ya? You roll your eyes at Louis message. There were a few more similar messages, some from Eleanor, some from the other boys. Dinner was ruined because of you. When Harry left, you stepped out of the kitchen with tears in your eyes. Eleanor was quick to comfort you, and your friends begged you to stay but you couldn’t They were his friends, and despite being close to everyone, you just couldn’t be around them without constantly thinking of him. You apologized to everyone, your voice cracking. They all gave you a sympathetic smile, and you promised to talk to them later. England’s an island, Lou. You respond to his message with the slightest little laugh, your first in days. It wasn’t supposed to be like this, you thought, letting your eyes drift to the ceiling. The rain was really coming down now, almost creating a white noise sound that was quick to lull you into a much needed sleep.

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Pink Polka dots

In which Harry and you have been away from each other for way too long and him looking way too good before his show

Request: Sex with Harry on the tour bus or backstage.

A/N: This is the very first time i have ever written smut so if it doesn’t sound so grand i’m sorry but i’m trying my best. Don’t forget to send requests if you wanna see more. But i truly hope you enjoy. 


 Its been six months. Six months since you have seen each other face to face. Other than the occasional facetime and skype call at least once a week. But it still wasn’t the same, it wasn’t the same to be able to hold him and feel his strong arms wrap around your body and squeeze you tight to his chest, to look at him and see how his face and body reacts to your gentle touches, kissing him till the sunrises in the morning and feel his plump lips all over your skin, to sleep next to him and feel his strong arms keeping you safe all night.

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Niall Horan - “Marry Me” Part Two

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Sexual content ahead!


Niall takes a deep breath as he looks himself over. His grey suit, the plain black tie, complete with black and white polka dot socks. He was ready to go. He straightens his tie, pushing it into place tight at the base of his neck. 

“All good, mate?” He turns as the door to the room opens and in walks his groomsmen. Louis walks over to him first, patting him comfortingly on the shoulder. “Yeah?” He questions, his eyebrows raised. 

“All good.” Niall confirms, breaking into a grin, wrapping an arm around his best friend as the group of men cheer. 

“Though’ you migh’ have gotten cold feet on us.” Harry jokes as the group heads for the door. 

“Absolutely not.” And he hadn’t, and wouldn’t. He wanted to marry you, he had missed you so much. He hadn’t seen you for one week exactly. He had spoken to you on the phone every night but it was brief and he missed seeing your gorgeous face. 

“There are the girls. Time for you to go take your place.” Liam turns to Niall after seeing your bridesmaids exit the room the group of you had been getting ready in. You would be following shortly so Niall had to go get in position. 

“Your las’ momen’ as an un-married man. How’s it feel?” Harry gave Niall’s shoulder a supportive pat while Niall grinned. 

“Like the momen’ can’t pass quick enough.” Niall exchanged one last grin with his best mates before giving quick hugs to your bridesmaids. As he walked down the isle then, giving quick hellos to both your family members as well as his own, he couldn’t believe this was all about to happen. Months and months of going over fabrics, venues, cake flavors, to have chicken or beef options, it was all about to happen. It was real. He was about to marry the love of his life.

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