i love how close these pics are

anonymous asked:

how r u so sure kaisoo is real? dont get me wrong i like kaisoo too but like how do u know for sure sure? is it cause ****_**** confirmed it? but even then is that source reliable? im a skeptical person... also keep this private unless you know what im talking about

Hi anon ! I’m sorry i answered late. Mmmmmm if i explain why i think they are real and how i’m sure they are in a relationship, it will be so long because there are too many evidences :/ . Bu i can show u a sneak peak hihihi ;) Here anon :

Let’s begin with this ^^.This pic is so sweet and i love it <3 :

Predebut Kaisoo :

I don’t know u but i don’t give a pose like this even with my close friend.Because i feel awkward and this looks so intimate(i think they are in bed and jingo touches soo’s face???) :

Their predebut selcas :

Their date :

Jongin’s Stares !! :

Uhhh i can feel the sexual tension !! :

One of my favourite moments anon here : 

Soo gives a massage to Jongin’s finger :

Jongin’s reaction ( Is he aroused or sth? Ooopsss!!!(Sorry for minor kadi fam hahaha) ) :

(Come on! There is no hetero explanation for this :D)

Just kiss already !! :

Jingo loves what he sees ;) :

Mmm he loves Soobooty ;) :

One of my faves again.I don’t generally look at my friend’s lips like i wanna devour in them :/ :

Jagi moment :

Wo Ai Ni moment :

Oh i love this, too :

mmmmmm ??!! :

I see u Soo :

We know he is pretty Soo :)))))) :

Are u jealous Jongin ? :

Soo is hugging to Vixx’s Hongbin :

Someone is not happy :

Mmmmmmmmmm ( Gay-Gay-Gay-Gay !!! ) ;)))) :

Jongin is biting his lips. I wonder what Soo says to him :

I will end it here anon. There are so many moments and evidences that u can be 100% sure they are a real couple. If u are still not sure about Kaisoo, I can recommend u some well known kaisoo blogs like : @cckaisoo , @soofection@jongsooyah, @toomanyfeelsexogdi, @faakeid, @kadiseuldy, @chinashio16, @1kadi, @kaisoo-is4walls etc. These friends have good analysis and evidences about kaisoo ^_^ And also they give good answers to anons :) There are another Kaisoo blogs too, u can find them on tumblr.

And also i can add some ig pages:

cuddlekaisoo, kaiso.o, kaisoo_latte, alvabear94 etc. They also make analysis and posts about Kaisoo.

That’s it anon. And i wanna give u an advice : Don’t be suspicious anymore and please look at the pages i’ve shared ^^. And also, of course please love and support real couple aka Kaisoo. Bye bye ^^

anonymous asked:

Been looking at your blog and your tags are just so extra! It's irritating how you talk about KaiSoo. Two straight boys can be close friend ya'know!!! Can you just tone it down a bit cos it's disgusting!

well thanks for letting me know what you think, anon! and if my tags bother you so much, you could just steer clear of my blog, or block me. i definitely wouldn’t mind! 😉😉

thanks for taking the time to drop me this lovely message. here’s a few photos of two straight boys to brighten your day. ❤❤

the way jongin stares at kyungsoo is especially straight and non-loving, don’t you think? 😘😘

i love tarjei and henrik’s friendship so much. like yeah, they have to make out and gaze lovingly at each other on screen, but offscreen they aren’t afraid to show off their friendship? They’re not all “no homo i don’t like this guy that much i just interact with him bc it’s my job and we aren’t close otherwise blah blah” they post nice pictures with each other and talk about how much of a nice time they had filming, and have often been spotted hanging out outside of the show, etc. henrik went to tarjei’s play that he was in and we got that pic of tarjei visiting henrik at work??? like?????


Summary: you and Hayes break up.

Requested: yep

Note: I’m so sorry that this took so long. I’ve been going through a lot and I’m going to start writing again. Because in a WEEK it’ll be a whole year of OmahaSquad-Queen. I’m so excited for r and I have some special stuff planned.

I was laying on my bed, scrolling through Instagram when I came across a picture of Hayes.

It was him with his arm thrown around some girls shoulder while half her body is pressed against him. I roll my eyes at the unnecessary sight in front of me. The caption was “this girl is my favorite😍❤”

Me and Hayes broke up about a few weeks ago. I broke up with him because he wasn’t acting right. He never texted me first and when I finally texted him he only answered half the time. He quit stopping by my apartment after he ran his errands. He didn’t invite me over anymore. If I didn’t ask him if he wanted to do something with me for a date, he wouldn’t have even contacted me.

I confronted him and he just said there was absolutely nothing wrong. So I let it go, but after about a week I couldn’t take anymore. I told him I couldn’t handle him and this new attitude and he just kinda shrugged it off.

So now he’s out, doing Hayes Grier things and posting pictures with girls 24/7. I can’t stand when he tries to make me jealous.

I decide to screen shot a few of the pictures from his Instagram.

I go to my messages and text him.

Y/n: really Hayes?
Read 11:45pm

Y:quit being childish, i just want to have a calm mature conversation.

H:fine what do you want?

Y: quit playing games with my feelings

H:I have no idea what you’re talking about, but you sound crazy. We’ve been broken up for almost a month… let me go.

Y: are you really getting an attitude with me?? And you’re just gonna deny everything?? How typical. I’m just saying this whole posting pics of you and hot girls so that you seem happy cause you’re single is killing me. I know you’re not actually happy Hayes. I know you. And in that interview you did about Top Grier… “sometimes people slip through your fingers and you realize you need them like you need air. So its crucial that you keep what you love close. Girlfriends weren’t meant to be neglected” what the fuck. How am I not supposed to feel some type of way???

H: what your point?

Y:my point, is that you can’t just act like you want to spend all your time with me and you want to do nothing but cherish me and hold me and love me. You can’t do that because just a month ago you couldn’t even send a text or even answer one. So my point is, in order to clear everything up, I need you to tell me what you want. From me, from us, from our relationship, what do you want?

H: I want you back. I want us back. I was an asshole and I’m sorry. I was stressed and didn’t know how to cope. It’s just, Nash and Taylor are so perfect and it was pissing me off, I felt like I couldn’t be as good a boyfriend as Nash was and I felt like shit. I’m really sorry princess… will you come over?

Y:yea, I’ll come over. I love you Benjamin.

H:I don’t know him…

Y:yeaaaaa okayyyyy

I laughed and grabbed the duffel bag I always use when I go over to Hayes’s house. I pack and head over to his house.

Once I get there I knock on the door nervous. What if he acts the same way he used to? What if he breaks my heart again?

My thoughts were interrupted by the door swinging open and there stand Hayes. He was wearing a pair of sweatpants and some slides, his hair was a mess and his eyes looked dull.

When he realized it was me, his eyes lit up to the blue I’ve always known. I immediately run into his arms and hug him as tight as possible. It’s feels great because his bare skin is warm and soft.

“I’ve missed you so much” I cry into his chest.

“I know baby. And I’m never very leaving again. Ever” he kisses my head as we sway back and forth before he picks up and carries me to his room.

We lay down and talk about how much we missed eachother and how much we love eachother.

“Hayes? Promise me you’ll never act like that again. Please don’t push me away.” I say falling into his ocean eyes.

“I promise y/n” He swears before kissing me.

its just a quick little doodle but this boy need more respect and not all the bullcrap people are giving him 

i love how mark and jack are supporting and are trying to teach people the meaning of respect i just love how close they are too as friends

i hope all of this passes and everyone gets all the love and respect they deserve

@markiplier @therealjacksepticeye

(this is not a shipping pic DO NOT tag it as so)


I believe I can fly!!! 🚁

After dragging Emma to helicopter, we finally started our tour of Rio De Janeiro from air… 

Emma: “Is this guy a trustworthy?I want to see all his certificates! How are you not worried, our lives are in his hands?!!! I hope this is not his first flight!”

@caratempelton @emmaxsteen @siobhanchap @amberphoenixx

btw, i put some captions on the pics…check them out ;)

Oh well, blurry pics are better than no pics at all ;-;

170319 KUL→KR

Well well well, hello ma lovely airport pair :3

Awwwww look at the height difference ;u;

Channel’s slowly getting closer to Baekhyun

Eyeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh back to each other’s sideeeeeee, you cannoteth keepeth themeth aparth

I really like Chanyeol’s jacket. And how they stay close

Man, I wonder if they ever feel claustrophobic being so close to each other. Channel’s basically a wall behind them XD

This is like a fan fiction y’all. He’s just sitting there, waiting for someone important

He looks up and sees the one he’s been waiting for

A smiles and gets up and starts walking with him

And then they….. wait…

HoLD HaNds??? (I am not saying they really are but it kinda looks like it so I am letting my delulu thoughts take over and WHY CAN’T THE CAMERA QUALITY BE BETTERRRR)

And then we have them walking off somewhere and can you see how Baekhyun walked slightly faster to catch up with Chanyeol? :3 I think he was walking near Sehun before ^^


For the Love of Harry, Chapter Four

5 ½ months. 152 days. 3648 hours…roughly. That’s how long it had been since you and Harry first took your friendship to the next level and became intimate. Now you were going to be meeting his family.

4 days. 97 hours…approximately. That’s how long it had been since Harry first said he was in love with you. Your heart nearly stopped beating when he said it.

Need m’ mum to meet the girl I’m in love with, don’t I?’ he had said.

.3 seconds…exactly. That’s how long ago you swallowed bile down as Harry pulled his car down the path that led to his parent’s home. He was holding your hand with a smile on his face, as he glanced at you quickly. He felt your hand beginning to sweat and thought you looked a bit green.

“Doin’ alright, love?” he grinned, unsure if you were ill or not.

“Fine,” you say, looking around at the view.

“Nervous?” he smiled. You shoot him a ‘don’t ask’ look and he laughs. “No worries, sweetheart. Everyone is going to love you.”

“Everyone?” you ask, swallowing the acidic taste down again. “Who the hell is everyone? I thought it was just your mom and stepdad!”

“My sister and her boyfriend should be along at some point, and knowing my mum, there could be a few friends or family who would like to see me and meet you,” he looks at you and laughs as you close your eyes at the thought of it. “Stop. You’re going to be fine. Besides, I’d like to take you into town and introduce you to a few people myself while we’re here.”

“Isn’t that dangerous, Harry?” you ask. “Aren’t you afraid some pap will be around somewhere just waiting to click a pic of you and your mysterious female friend? You’ll be the talk of the town!”

“Love, I’m already the talk of the town,” he laughs, and you gently shove his shoulder. “Don’t worry about it. I know how to get around quite well here, without being detected. We’ll be fine.”

About that time Harry stops in front of a lovely home, and one of the people you recognize from Harry’s photos in his homes as being his mom, walks out the front door of the home and toward Harry’s car. Harry quickly opens his door and steps toward his mom, hugging her tightly for a long moment. He hadn’t seen her for quite some time and was happy to see her again.

“Mum, I’ve missed you,” he says, hugging her.

“I’ve missed you too, son,” she smiles, holding her youngest in her arms. “Everyone else will be here soon.”

You sit in the car, a bit afraid to get out, but knowing the inevitable was about to happen. You aren’t even sure why you have anxiety about meeting her. You had no sound reason for thinking she may not like you, besides the fact that you were having conjugal relations with her baby boy. Harry and his mom both look at you, still sitting in the car like a nervous puppy about to piddle in the seat. You can hear Harry giggling, looking at you, from the other side of the car. His eyes and nose crinkle, dimples shining, as he walks to your door and opens it, all while you are softly mumbling a quick ‘shit, shit, shit’ to yourself.

“Staying out here all weekend, love?” he jokes.

“Are you a mind reader?” you say, quietly.

He laughs again and takes your hand, helping you out of the car and closing the door. He introduces you to his mom and you are surprised when she not only smiles at you, but wraps her arms around you and welcomes you to her home.

“Let’s go inside and visit, shall we?” she asks the two of you. Harry grabs yours and his bags from the car and follows you and his mom into the house. You spend the next hour being shown around the home, looking at what must have been hundreds of photos of Harry growing up, then taking a tour of the property. You were pleased when a feeling of relaxation finally set in over you and you felt like you could easily breathe again. By evening, you had successfully met nearly a dozen of Harry’s family, friends, and neighbors who had come to visit him. As the last person left to go home, Harry hugged you closely.

“Love, I have some friends I’d like you to meet in town,” he said. “Will it overwhelm you too much?”

“Yes,” you say bluntly, then smile. “It’s fine.”

He takes you into town to the bakery he worked in, introducing you to everyone there. After a short visit, and stepping out with a bag of his favorite baked sweets, he walked beside you a short distance to a local pub. Once inside he looked around, finding the table where his friends were sitting, and guided you there. You had already decided while in Harry’s hometown, that the two of you shouldn’t show any PDA, just to be safe, but that didn’t stop Harry from holding your hand under the table, or squeezing your knee gently. Harry introduced you to all of his friends, and the two of you enjoyed a drink with them. It was nice seeing Harry with his old friends. There was an ease about him, like an old, worn shoe that still fits and is comfortable, even if you don’t wear it much anymore. You had met a couple of his friends previously, when you visited with Alex years before, but it was nice to see Harry around them.

As the two of you visited and laughed with the group, Harry felt you squeeze his hand tightly. He looked at you, seeing you set your jaw and fidget in your chair, looking straight ahead. He furrowed his brow slightly and looked in the direction you were looking. Walking toward the table was Alex. The second he saw you he stopped. You thought the look on his face was almost one of retreat, glancing back over his shoulder as he rubbed his jaw lightly, no doubt remembering the punches it sustained from your fist, but then one of the guys at your table hollered at him to come sit.

“Sweetheart, we can go,” Harry whispers in your ear.

“No, it’s okay,” you assure him quietly. “I won’t do anything to embarrass you.”

“I know you won’t,” he said, shaking his head. “That’s not my worry. Let’s just…”

“Hello there,” Alex says to you as he greets the rest of the table, too. You nod to him, thinking it may be better to not say anything to him and hopefully he won’t speak to you again. He sees you sitting next to Harry and squints his eyes a bit at Harry. Harry feels you let his hand go and wipe the sweat of your palm onto your clothes, but he immediately grabs your hand again. “Babes, you’re looking as beautiful as ever tonight.”

You feel Harry squeeze your hand, rubbing his thumb aggressively against your skin. “Thanks,” you say quietly.

For awhile you think it’s going to be okay. You notice Alex look at you off and on, and Harry notices, too, but for the time being, he was keeping his distance, and keeping his mouth shut.

“Let’s go play snooker, yeah?” Harry asks you, as the group of friends have broken up into smaller groups. You nod to him and follow him to the empty snooker table. For a while you and Harry enjoy the game. Harry laughs playfully at your lack of snooker skills, all the while cheating his way through the game anyway. “Your turn, babe.”

As you pretend like you know what you’re doing, trying to set up an amazing shot, you stretch your body out a bit on the table, lining up your stick, making it look very professional in your opinion. Harry laughs out loud at your comical show. Being American, you knew nothing about snooker…billiards or darts being what you played in the bars back home. As you start pumping the long stick a bit, poking your tongue out through your teeth, you feel someone walk up behind you and press against you firmly. You quickly jump and straighten up the best you can with someone pressing against you, dropping the stick on the table in front of you, gasping at the hands on your hips and the pressure against your ass, pinning you to the table’s edge. You look at Harry as his expression immediately turns to one of anger, watching nervously as he runs around to where you are and knocks Alex away from you, standing between you and him.

“Don’t touch her, Alex,” Harry says sternly, not wanting to draw attention, but furious.

“Just trying to help,” Alex jests. “You were lining it up wrong, babes.”

“Alex, why don’t you leave?” you say to him with a tight voice, not from fear but anger.

“Line the stick up just right with the hole and you’ll slide it right in, beautiful,” Alex flirted deliberately.

“Shame the stick’s so small or else it would have no trouble finding the hole in the first place,” you retort.

You hear a murmur of “bitch” from his mouth as he shakes his head. You feel Harry tensing badly, his hands clinched tightly in fists, and know he’s only holding himself back to keep from being a headline in tomorrow’s paper. Small town news travels fast, and when you’re Harry Styles, it’s faster and bigger.

“Maybe we should just go, Harry,” you say to him quietly. He doesn’t move, just looks at Alex with clinched jaws and fists. “Harry,” you say his name, hoping to jolt him from his silent rage. He looks at you. “Let’s go, okay?” you ask him calmly. You see his fists begin to relax a bit and the anger in his eyes soften slightly. He looks at Alex again, then grabs your hand and walks toward the door.

As you leave the building, you start to pull your hand from his in case there are paparazzi around, or anyone who saw what happened and decides to document it. Harry feels you and tightens his grasp on your hand, a strong ‘no’ directed your way, holding it until you reach his car. Harry opens your door for you, then as you sit and reach for the door to pull it closed, you feel Harry’s hand on the side of your face as he kisses you deeply, holding your head to his so you don’t release his kiss. After a moment he pulls away, looking at you with a look that you weren’t sure you had seen on Harry before. You weren’t even sure what it was, but you felt it best in that moment to not say anything and let him have his moment, whatever it was.

It was a quiet car ride back to Harry’s parent’s home. It was late and you would be leaving after lunch the next day to return home. As you stepped out of the car and closed the door, you walked around the car to where Harry was waiting for you. You feel him take your hand and begin to walk toward the house, but you hesitate for a moment. Harry looks at you, still with the furrowed brow.

“Are you okay?” you ask him.

He looks at you, realizing the look on your face is one of worry, and tries to relax a bit. “M’ fine. Tired. Ready to get some sleep.” You nod to him and walk inside the house with him. His mom questions how the evening was and he says it was fine.

“Mum, we’ll be leaving in the morning after we get up, rather than after lunch,” he says to your surprise.

“Oh!” she exclaims. “I thought you would be here longer. I was going to cook your favorite, and bake a dessert for after.”

“I’m sorry, but no need to bother,” he says with not much expression to his voice or his face. “Have to get back earlier than planned. Sorry.”

“No worries, love,” she grins slightly. “I understand.” She hugs and kisses her son, and hugs you, then you all make your way to your rooms to sleep.

The two of you step into Harry’s room, and you watch him close the door. He walks to where his things are, then into the washroom to get ready for bed. You aren’t sure what to make of how he is reacting. You knew he was angry about what happened, and you didn’t think he was angry at you for any of it, but honestly, in that moment, you weren’t sure of anything, except that you were ready to return to London.

As Harry came from the washroom, you reached for your things and walked in. The entire time you got ready for bed, you talked to yourself quietly. Anyone who might have witnessed it would have thought you were crazy. ‘What?…I don’t get it…Is he mad at me?…I didn’t do anything for him to be mad at me about…Did I?…Alex, you mother…’ You trailed your cursing as you finished your nightly routine, then stopped a second before you opened the door. You leaned your ear closely to it, trying to hear any noises Harry may have been making, to get a new sense of what you may be walking into. You started to open the door, stopped, then shut off the light, hoping the darkness of the rooms would hide that you were peaking at him. You slowly and quietly open the washroom door and peak out through the crack, seeing Harry already lying in bed, facing away from the washroom and toward your side of the bed. You open the door as quietly as possible and walk into the bedroom, setting your things inside your bag, and tiptoeing across the wood floor until you reach your side. If you could avoid the awkwardness of before, you were going to try. The moon shining through the window illuminated the room enough to see…or so you thought.

Pain surged through your foot as you stubbed your toe on the foot of the bed. You sucked air sharply into your mouth, quickly pressing the palm of your hand against your lips to keep from making noise, then hobbled to the edge of the bed. You drew your foot up in front of you, clutching your foot like it was going to make the pain better the harder you squeezed it. For a short moment, you completely forgot about Harry even being in the room.

“Sister Mary Francis that hurt!” you quietly popped.

As you continue to squeeze your sore foot, you hear giggling from the bed behind you. You turn and look at Harry, who is literally shaking the entire bed, trying to suppress his laughter so he didn’t wake the entire house. You continue clutching your foot as you look at him, confused.

“What are you laughing at?” you ask him quietly.

“Love, how the fuck am I supposed to stay angry when you make me laugh?!” he said, more loudly than he should have.

His laughing continues as you shush him to be quiet. “Your parents are sleeping, Harry.”

You felt him lean into the center of the bed, and grab you around your middle, pulling you toward him, so that you were lying on your back on that side of his chest. He hugged you tightly and kissed your shoulder.

“Why are you so angry?” you ask as he calms completely. “Are you angry about what I said to Alex?”

“What?” he questioned, shocked that she thought it. “No, sweetheart, of course not! Sometimes I wish I had a quicker wit like you.” He kissed your shoulder again, holding your arms down on your stomach from behind you as you lay atop him. “No, I was just so angry with Alex. I am so angry at him. He had no right to do what he did, or say what he said.”

“He was bating you, Harry,” you reply, “And me, too. And apparently it worked on both of us. Once a dick, always a dick, maybe.” Harry giggled a bit again. “It’s more than that though, isn’t it?” you ask. “Something else. I could see it in your eyes. Never seen that look before.”

You feel Harry’s body tense under you as he starts to grip you tighter, but then relaxes and rubs your arms lovingly, once again kissing your shoulder.

“When he…” he started then stopped, took a deep breath, then began again. “When he grabbed you…touched you…I wanted to rip his fuckin’ head off, love.”

You think about that for a moment. “Well, in all honesty, so did I.”

Harry is quiet for a moment then giggles again. “I thought you were going to rear back and punch him again. Would have paid good money to see that again. Brilliant,” he says, remembering the scene from months before.

“Thought about it,” you admit. “But I didn’t want to cause a bigger scene than he was already causing. This is your hometown, Harry. I didn’t want to embarrass you, especially not in front of your friends. And even more so, because your family still lives here.”

Harry turns his head to kiss the side of yours. “Love, thank you for thinking of me, and my family. But you could never embarrass me.”

“Sure?” you ask.

“Yeah,” he says, kissing your shoulder.

“Then may I ask you something?” you say softly.

“Of course,” he replies.

You pull your foot up and nearly stick it in his face.

“Will you kiss my toe?”

Harry laughs again and teases you by kissing your toes several times, trying to help you rub the pain away, then you cozy up and both soon fall asleep.


The week began as any other. You made your usual walk to the station every morning and rode it into work, spent a long day at your desk researching, preparing, and creating your next assignment for the magazine you worked for, then returning home each night to whatever awaited you. Sometimes you thought, short of being in a relationship with someone so popular, that your life was probably pretty boring and mundane. Harry was spending long hours lately working with others, creating new songs for his next big project, having meetings and such, so you weren’t seeing as much of each other as you would both like. But you were proud of his strong work ethics and dedication, and supported him completely in his efforts, even if it meant sometimes not seeing him as much.

Tonight was going to be different though. You were going out and going to have a great time. You always had a great time with your best friend, Kari, and you hadn’t seen her as much lately either, and was definitely ready for some girl time.

As you stepped off the train and walked the short distance between it and the pub, you smiled a huge smile as Kari greeted you on the sidewalk outside.

“There’s my beautiful best friend!” Kari screamed, running to you and hugging you tightly.

“Kari, you just saw me a couple of hours ago at work. Have I changed that much so quickly?” you tease.

“I know,” she says, “But it’s not like our offices are even on the same floor or anything. It’s been ages since we girls have had a night out.”

“Too long, yeah,” you say, squeezing her again. “Let’s go inside.”

The two of you walk inside and find an intimate corner away from the noise for a bit.

“So,” you say, sipping the cold beer from your glass, “What’s been happening in your life? How are things with, what’s her name…Jenny? Jun?”

“Jani…” she says as you nod. “That’s over. Fun for awhile but she was a bit too…out there…for my liking.”

“Someone was too ‘out there’ for you?” you ask, surprised.

“Imagine that,” she says, not offended in the slightest. “Besides, wasn’t much fun in the bedroom, I’ll tell you that much.” Kari rolls her eyes. “She just lays there, I swear! Making me do all the work! I like to be taken care of too, you know?”

“Best that you realized it early on then,” you giggle at her.

“Yeah, too much work,” she says, sipping her drink. “I’d like to be the one just layin’ there doin’ nothin’ but receivin’ sometimes, I’ll tell you that for sure.” You laugh out loud and shake your head. “So how about you and Harry?” she asks, a bit too loudly and you shush her. “Sorry.”

“Things are great,” you smile. “We’re both staying busy right now, but it’s good. Couples need to have time away from each other, time to spend with other friends and such.”

“Are you in love with him?” she asks with a smirky smile.

“Yeah,” you giggle. “What’s not to love about Harry?” you say quietly.

“God, this place is dragging tonight,” Kari complains. “We need some excitement! Need to bring the girls out and get some fun going in here!” Kari begins unbuttoning her blouse and, realizing she is wearing no bra and already has one breast exposed, you quickly grab the button edging and close it again.

“Kari, stop!” you laugh.

You and your bestie sit for a long time, catching up with each other, laughing and enjoying another drink, then you realize how late it’s gotten and remember you both have work in the morning. You walk, arm in arm, out the front door of the pub.

“Would have been even more fun if you hadn’t closed up m’ top and made me put away the jubblies!” Kari said as you laugh. “No night is complete until you’ve flashed someone, right? Am I wrong?”

Before you can say anything else, you are immediately blinded by flashes and voices yelling at you.

“Bloody fuckin’ hell!” Kari yells.

You try to shield your eyes from the bright flashes, squinting to see if you can make out what is happening.

“Babe, does this happen to you all the time?” Kari yells to you.

“Never!” you yell back. “I don’t…” you are confused, then grab Kari’s arm and walk closely with her, trying to maneuver your way through the small group of photographers.

“Miss, how long have you and Harry been seeing each other?” one yells.

“Are you and Harry dating or just good friends?” another hollers.

“Where’s Harry tonight, love?” a third chimes in.

“Come on, Kari,” you say into her ear. “Just ignore them and keep your head down.”

“Bloody fuckin’ leaches! How about gettin’ a real job? Or better yet, a life!” Kari yells, as you tug at her arm and try to get her to be quiet.

The two of you duck inside the next open business and hide around a corner where the small group of photographers can’t see you.

“Holy hell, love!” Kari looks at you with wide eyes. “Is that what you deal with when you and Harry are out?”

“No!” you insist. “We’ve always managed to keep it under wraps. I don’t understand what’s happened, why all of a sudden…” You try and think what could have possibly triggered this to happen. You and Harry hadn’t even seen each other in a couple of days, and then it was only for a couple of hours at his house.

“You’re buzzin’, babe,” Kari says. You break from your deep thought and look at Kari, confused.

“What?” you ask.

“Your phone, love,” she says, grabbing for your purse and pulling it out, handing it to you.

You look and see it’s a call from Harry. Perfect timing, you thought.

“Harry?” you answer with a voice you don’t completely recognize as your own.

“Hey, sweetheart,” he says with a tired voice. “I hope I’m not calling too late.”

“What?” you ask, still confused as a flash blinds you momentarily and you realize you stepped out a bit too far from around the corner you were seeking refuge in. “Oh…no. It’s fine.”

“You alright?” he asks into your ear.

“Yeah,” you say without thinking. “Um, I mean, no actually.”

“What’s wrong?” he questions, hearing timidity in your voice.

“There are photographers,” you say, trying to think.

“What? Where? Where are you?” he riddles like a machine gun.

“Um…” you look around, not really sure where you are, and see a sign. “Inside a hotel lobby…somewhere. Kari and I went out for awhile and we were sort of ambushed as we came out. We ducked in here to get away from them.”

“Tell me where you are, I’ll come get you,” he says, nervously. He knows what the paparazzi are like all too well.

“No…Harry,” you insist. “It’s okay. It’ll just make it worse if you show up. Give them exactly what they want, won’t it?”

“Sweetheart, you don’t understand how they are,” he nearly shouts. “It can be dangerous.”

“Harry, it’s alright,” you say, snapping out of your thoughts with a possible plan. “Listen, I need to go. I’ll call you as soon as I’m home.”

“No, love!” you hear him objecting, but the last thing you want, and the last thing Harry needs, is to have to be in the middle of this. You’re an adult and you’re smart. You can figure it out. You hear your phone buzz and see it’s Harry calling you back, and slide your phone into your purse.

“Come on,” you say to Kari, grabbing her arm.

The two of you walk to the front desk as the photographers begin flashing away at the sight of you.

“May I help you?” the person behind the counter asks with a smile.

“Yes, thank you,” you say as politely as you can. “See those loons out front flashing their cameras all over the front of your building?” The hotel employee nods, having already been annoyed by the flashes and occasional holler of a question. “Help us out and I think they’ll soon leave.”

“Are you someone I should know?” the young man asks, almost excitedly.

“No,” you state clearly and deliberately. “But I am associated with someone who is very influential, thus the reason for the cameras.” You look at him as he contemplates. “I know what you’re thinking. You’re thinking if you leave matters alone and let us suffer through this on our own, that my influential friend may pop up, bringing a nice little spotlight on your lovely little hotel here.” The man smiles. “Or…or my friend and I could cause a scene here at your lovely little hotel, all caught on camera, and because of who my influential friend is, and because I am a writer for a very popular British magazine, it could do a bit of damage to your nice little establishment.”

The young man looks at you with wider eyes now and clears his throat. “What can we do to help?”

“Do you have a back exit?” you ask. He nods. “Pretend you are registering a room to us and hand me a keycard. We’ll follow you over to ride the lift to make it look real, then if you would kindly escort us to a different lift somewhere that we could take back down to the back exit, I’ll hand the key back to you and we’ll be out of your hair. Once the photographers see we appear to be staying the night, I think they’ll leave.” You look at him as he mulls the plot over in his mind.

“Or I can flash them these and have even more photographers chomping at you, Charlie boy!” Kari says with force as she rips open her blouse, exposing her breasts to the unsuspecting young man.

You look at Kari and close your eyes, shaking your head slightly, then looking back at the employee. He looks at you, then at Kari and her still exposed breasts, then back at you, handing you a keycard.

“If you’ll follow me, ladies,” he says with a grin.

You look at Kari who smiles at you and you both follow the man to the elevator doors, flashes exploding outside of the large glass doors and windows. Kari keeps a huge smile on her face as you notice her blouse still open.

“God, Kari, put those things away! This isn’t Mardis Gras,” you say to her quietly, and she closes her top.

Soon you both find yourself escaping the building through a private employee entrance, passing a nice tip along to the young man for helping, then begin an eerie walk down a partially lit alleyway, until you are far enough away from the hotel to return to the street. You walk arm-in-arm until you reach the entrance to Kari’s building.

“Well, lovely, sad to admit that’s the most exciting night I’ve had in awhile, but true as it is, I’m glad it was with you!” she says lovingly as she hugs you and kisses your cheek. “Best friends for life, aren’t we?”

“Best friends for life,” you say, squeezing her tightly.

You quickly make your way to the nearest tube station and are extremely happy when you walk into your house and collapse on your sofa. You look at the ceiling and exaggerate a deep exhale, then hear pounding on your door.

“Oh, God, now what?” you say, exasperated. You stand to walk to the door and hear Harry’s voice.

“Babe! Are you here?!” you hear Harry yell. “Please be here.”

You quickly open the door and barely see the look of fear mixed with relief on his face as he draws you into his arms.

“Oh my God!” he says, relieved. “Why have you not been answering your fuckin’ phone, love? I’ve been out of my mind with worry!”

You realize it probably wasn’t nice of you to not get back with him immediately, but you were so thrown by the events of the night that your only thought in that moment was to get home as quickly as possible.

“Are you alright?” he says, pulling away from you and holding your face in his hands. “You’re okay?”

“Yeah, Harry, I’m fine, really,” you tell him, smiling to try and reassure him. He hugged you again tightly for a long moment, then the two of you sat on the sofa, his hands never leaving you.

“Please, never do that to me again!” he nearly shouts. “You have no idea the panic I’ve been going through.”

“I’m sorry,” you say, frowning. “I didn’t mean to…” you say, looking down, feeling terrible and seeing the look in his eyes. “After I talked to you, my mind was focused on getting back here as quickly as I could. I was still kind of shocked it even happened. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to worry you,” you say sadly and honestly.

He hugs you again then kisses you sweetly. You explain to him how the night transpired and discuss it.

“Well, it’s apparent we’ve been found out to some extent,” he said unhappily. “I’m sorry, love. I’m afraid your life is going to change somewhat now. Not a normal life anymore.”

“Since when has any of this been normal?” you ask him with a grin and he grins slightly, too.

“Still,” he continues, “I presume this is only the beginning. Should find out soon how this happened, who’s responsible for it.” You exhale deeply and he kisses your cheek. “How about you grab what you need and let’s go back to my house for the night. You look as tired as I feel. I’ll make sure you get to work in the morning. Closer from my home anyway.”

You pack a few things, go back with him to his house, and are grateful to finally drift off into sleep. As the two of you sit at the tall island eating a bit of breakfast the next morning, Harry explains some things to you.

“Sweetheart, I was none too happy last night when you hung up on me,” he says as you look at him apologetically, “but I understand why you did, and thank you. But…that being said, we need to discuss how things are inevitably going to change now. Not only for you, but for us.”

“Alright,” you agree.

“Unless we have been spotted out together somewhere, someone who knows us would have had to have told someone,” Harry states. “No idea who, but that’s besides the point. Not sure that it matters now. But, I am not comfortable with you walking alone to and from anywhere now. So…”

“Harry,” you counter, “Don’t you think that’s a little extreme?”

“After last night, you’re seriously asking me that?” he questions, his brows raised high. “Love, I don’t think you have any idea what this means. An enormous amount of your privacy is gone now. And as long as you and I are together, you’re not going to get it back. Lose more of it, too.”

You concede and nod. “So what are you suggesting?”

“I think we should either get you a car, install a good security system at your home, and get you a bodyguard,” he says while taking a drink of his juice, “Or…you could live with me.”

You look at him, thinking you maybe didn’t hear him right, as he takes another bite of his food. You crunch your eyebrows deeply into the center of your forehead as you think. Harry watches you as he eats his food.

“What do you think?” he asks. You set your fork next to your plate on the island top and think. You know what you are thinking, you just don’t know how to say it to Harry. “Love?”

You look at him with a bit of a frown. “Yeah, um, I don’t know, Harry.”

This isn’t how it was supposed to happen. It was supposed to be romantic, and sweet, and cheesy, all very Harry. Instead it was laid out like a trip to the market. Cutlet or Scotch fillet, poppet? Although unintentional, you’re sure, you didn’t think Harry even seemed excited at the prospect of living together. It was an option. Either one or the other. Made it sound incredibly platonic, which you knew was not the case, but still, it was so black and white. Drink of juice, question, and not even a smile or giggle or squeeze of your knee under the counter, showing he was excited at the thought of it. It didn’t feel right. You had definitely been together long enough to be living together, but he made it sound less than appealing with either option.

“Need to think on it, I guess,” you say softly.

Harry nods, then continues eating. You push your food around with your fork a bit, thinking about the conversation, then stand when he does. You dump your food as he washes his plate and fork.

“You didn’t eat much,” he observes. “Not hungry?”

“Um, no, not really,” you answer. “It was good, though, thank you”

You start to wash your dishes but he takes them from you, kissing your forehead, and grinning at you. You thank him, then finish what you need to do to leave for work.

“I’ll take you to work before I go to the studio,” Harry tells you as he puts his boots on.

“Harry, you don’t have to,” you say, putting your phone into your bag and making sure you have everything you need. “It’s not a long tube ride from here, and it’s out of your way.”

“I didn’t ask,” Harry said without a smile. “I’m taking you. Are you ready?”

You look at him and see that look again. That same one after the confrontation with Alex in the little pub in Cheshire. That look sends a chill over your body, so you don’t argue, looking back into your bag. Harry walks to you, turning you to face him, placing his large hands on either arm.

“I need to know that you’re safe,” Harry says, lovingly. “Just do this for me, okay?”

You nod to him as he kisses you gently. He pulls away, caressing your cheek with his thumb, then kisses you more deeply. You can feel it in his kiss. He loves you. And he does want what is best for you. So, at least for now, you’ll do as he asks, without argument.

As Harry’s car approaches your building, you hear him cuss under his breath. You look at him, then to where he is looking down the street, several feet from your office doors. Five, maybe 6, photographers, standing outside the doors, looking around, chatting with each other, checking their phones and talking no doubt to whoever tipped them off this time.

“How did they find out?” you ask, shocked.

Harry takes a deep breath and exhales deeply. “Are you starting to better understand, sweetheart?” You both just sit and look at the photographers for a moment, then he looks at you.

“Take the service entrance, just there,” you point and he drives around the back of the large building, unbeknownst to the photographers at the front of the building. He drives where you direct him, to a large door that says, “Delivery Entrance”. You look at him and believe the look on his face is probably much like the one on your own.

“Be thinkin’ on it, love,” Harry tells you. “It’ll only get worse.”

Again, you are uncomfortable, and kind of sad, that the way the idea of you and Harry living together is being propositioned to you, is nowhere near the way you had envisioned it to happen. It made it seem like it wasn’t really what he wanted, or at least not yet. You reach to open the door of the car when you feel his hand grasp your arm.

“Hey!” he says, almost growling. “Don’t I get a proper kiss before we have to work?” You grin slightly then give him a quick kiss to his lips, but he still doesn’t let you go. “I believe I said a proper kiss,” he teases with the first real smile you’ve seen from him for awhile. You smile a bit more, leaning to him and kissing his sweet, soft lips. You feel his hand gently on your throat, stroking your jaw lightly with his thumb, as you taste each other’s lips. You lean away, looking at him for approval. “That’s more like it. If I can’t get away to be here by 5 to get you, I’ll have a car waiting. Use this entrance until the photographers get bored of standing around outside the front.” You nod at him again and turn to push your door open. Still feeling his hand grasping you, you turn and look at him. “I love you,” he says warmly. “Know that, don’t ya?”

You smile and nod. “I know. I love you, too.” He smiles again at that, leaning to you for one more kiss, then finally releasing his hold on your arm, allowing you to walk inside your building.

You tried your hardest to work but you couldn’t concentrate. As you sat in the break room eating your lunch alone, Kari walks in with hers and sits next to you.

“Having lunch with all your friends, are you, petal?” she teases, looking around at all the empty chairs.

You smile. “Thought if I came at a busy work time, maybe it would be quiet in here.”

“What’s wrong, darlin’?” she asks, kissing your cheek and hugging you lightly. “Not your normal, chipper self today. Do I need to kick someone’s ass for you?”

You giggle, “No, everything’s okay. Just a lot on my mind, I guess.”

“Tell your best friend all about it,” she encourages. “Bored to tears today.” You stay quiet as you take a bite of your food and look at her. “Come on, out with it. Ain’t got all day, ya know.”

“You just said you’re bored to tears today,” you chastise.

Kari rolls her eyes at you as she bites into her food. “What’s happening? Trouble with the boyfriend? No fornicating happening lately or something?”

You chuckle slightly then shake your head. “No, everything is fine. He…actually asked me to move in with him this morning.”

“Well, I’ll be a monkey’s ass, you’re moving in with him?!” she blurts loudly.

“Shh,” you chide, “I don’t know yet, Kari.”

“What? Are you insane?” she yells and you beg her to be quiet. “Sweetheart, do you know how many women and gay men…hell, straight men, for that matter…around the world would give their right testicle to live with Harry Styles?”

“No, Kar,” you chortle, “How many women around the world would give their right testicle to live with Harry Styles?”

“All of them!” she shouts. “Every last fuckin’ one of them!” You giggle at her excitement. “Why aren’t you jumpin’ for joy about it, darlin’?”

“Because, Kar,” you say, trying to bring the volume levels down once again. “Because, I don’t know if I’m going to accept or not yet.”

“Why the bloody hell not?!” she reprimands. “Sweetheart, this is wonderful news! Why wouldn’t you want to live with the most amazing boyfriend you’ve ever had, who just happens to live in a multi-million dollar home, one of many I’m sure, around the world. Are you ill?” she says, feeling your forehead.

“Because,” you continue. “Because, when he asked, it wasn’t sweet, and special, and romantic, like I’d been dreaming about. Like every girl dreams about. It was almost like…I don’t know, an offer, like he was proposing a business deal. Either I accept extravagant amounts of additional security measures, or I move into his house. It just didn’t feel right.”

As you talk and begin to clean up your mess to go back to your desk, your phone buzzes with a text.

Decided yet?

So romantic. You take a deep breath, reply with a simple ‘no’, leave it at that, and go back to work. At the end of your day, you are beyond ready to go home. You walk to the front doors of the building, and as you see the small hoard of photographers talking and adjusting this or that on their equipment, you remember Harry was supposed to meet you at the back of the building. You quickly walk there, but as you open the door, you see a black car, with a driver standing by the door. You sigh and walk to the car, allowing him to open it for you, and get inside. That meant Harry would probably be working late, and you would be forced to sit and think about the subject all night, driving yourself mad in the process.

As you realize the driver is going the opposite direction from your home, you question him.

“Excuse me?” you say as he turns his head slightly to listen. “My home is that direction.”

“Miss,” he nods. “Harry asked me to take you to his house.”

“Why? If he’s working…?” you ask him, like he was supposed to have the answer.

“I’m sorry, miss, I don’t know,” he kindly answers. “He asked me to pick you up and take you back to his house.”

“Thank you,” you reply, confused but accepting. No doubt he wanted to discuss it more after he gets home from work.

When the car pulled into the drive of the large home, you walk to the front door. As you begin to open it, the knob pulls away gently from your hand, and you look up to see Harry standing in front of you.

“Hello, love,” he says sweetly, smiling at you and kissing your lips, one hand on the door, the other hand on your waist. “How was your day?”

“It…was fine, thanks,” you say, pleasantly surprised. “How was yours?”

“It was fine, too,” he hugs you, pulling you inside and closing the door behind you. You start to pull out of the hug but he only draws you closer to him. You especially loved the long, drawn-out, warm hugs from him. His hands slowly caressing up and down your back, his face buried into your neck, sweet kisses being planted on your skin over and over. It felt like…home.

Harry takes your hand, walking you through the hallway toward the dining room, where you see a beautifully set table, complete with a delicious meal and lit candles, soft music playing in the background. You look at him, sweetly surprised.

“What’s this?” you ask, confused but happy.

“Can’t a man make a delicious meal for the woman he loves?” he beams at you.

You smile with a bit of tears building, but you blink them away. “Of course,” you say, “But why?”

He stands facing you, holding your hands. “I thought about our conversation this morning, and I realized how cold it sounded. Honestly couldn’t shake the thought of it out of my head all morning, the look in your eyes. By noon I decided I was never going to get any work done if I didn’t relieve the stress from my mind over it, and show you the proper way that conversation should have happened.”

“Harry, you don’t…” you start but he silences you, placing his finger over your lips, then softly brushing his thumb across them.

“Had this evening planned out for a good month or so already,” he admits. “Fucked it up this morning because of what happened with the photographers last night. Let me try again?” He looks at you with a pouty face then grins. “Please?”

You grin at him and kiss his lips gently, accepting the returned kiss he applies to your lips. Harry pulls out your chair, always the gentleman, and you enjoy a beautiful, romantic meal together. After a lovely evening of talking, giggles, music, and wine, Harry takes your hand, turns off the lights, and walks you quietly into his bedroom. He closes the door behind you both and turns to kiss you. He stands, looking at your face, and smiles slightly. “So beautiful,” he says softly. “Not sure you can yet truly understand how deeply I feel for you. But I hope you never doubt it.”

“I don’t doubt it,” you gently say. “You mean so much to me, Harry.”

You feel his strong arms engulf around your shoulders as his lips begin a path of gentle kisses down your neck. You feel his teeth lightly nicking at your collarbone as his hands slide slowly from your shoulders down to your ass. You feel the slight gathering of warmth beginning to travel under your skin. He leans away, taking your hand and turning. You follow his lead as he walks past the large bed and into the washroom. It’s an enormous washroom, with every luxury a person could possibly need, but in that moment, those luxuries are the last thing on your mind. You stand still as he kisses you softly, then walks around, lighting numerous candles he has thoughtfully placed all around the large room. As he finishes, he looks at you with a grin, and turns the bright lights of the overhead bulb off, leaving the room illuminated beautifully by the vast array of candlelight.

Harry walks back to where you are still standing, not moving a muscle, and holds you closely from behind. You feel his beautiful pink lips kiss your neck as his hands move methodically over your body. His fingertips press firmly into your waist and hips as he tastes your skin, nibbling on your shoulder. His hands feel firm as they fondle your breasts, clutching each in his grasp, pulling you as closely against his body as he can. He releases them for a moment as he slowly unzips the zipper on the back of your dress, separating the fabric and sliding it down your body until it puddles at your feet. You move your hands behind you enough to grab his hips and hold them tightly to your own, feeling the lump in his pants becoming more prominent against your ass. His hand slowly moves back around your body as one of them wraps around your waist, and the other one moves gently over the fabric of your panties. He cups you in his large hand, rubbing you slowly through the silky fabric of your panties. His lips trail up your neck to your jaw, as he uses his free hand to gently pull your jaw around for your lips to meet his. He licks your bottom lip, biting it lightly, tasting your tongue as you tease, all the while still rubbing and cupping you in his hand.

“Feel you getting wet for me, love,” he breathes into your ear. “Knickers are soakin’ through already.” You nod without saying a word, loving the sensations he is already mastering inside of you. You feel his free hand lift your chin. “Open your eyes, kitten,” he whispers. You do, not even realizing you had closed them in the first place. He nods forward. “Want you to watch what I do to you. Want you to see how fuckin’ beautiful you are when you cum.” You hadn’t realized you were directly facing the large mirror over the smooth stone vanity until then. Harry always loved to watch everything sexual you and he did together, and now you know why. Watching his hand cupping you, his other hand working over your nipple through the lacy fabric of your bra with his fingers, all the while as he watches your body, your eyes, your expressions…yeah, you understood why now.

You don’t know how he manages to flick open the clasp on your bra with only one hand, but you’ve decided in that moment he is a genius. He gently tosses the offending clothing onto the floor, then raises his hand once again to find your erect nipples waiting for his touch again. He pulls them gently, one at time, between his thumb and fingers, biting gently into your neck as you both watch in the mirror. He feels your hips buck into his hand a bit. He slides his finger over the fabric, causing it to disappear inside of you from the force of his finger against your slit. He rubs the fabric back and forth along your clit, as his other fingers caress up and down your lips. You feel him tugging at your nipples while biting your neck a bit more forcefully. You aren’t sure which sensation is greater and you begin finding it more difficult to keep your eyes open. You begin grinding against his hand as you hear him moan quietly in your ear. “That’s it. Cum fo’ me, pet. First of many, I promise.” The promise of multiple orgasms is all it took to send you over the edge as your breathing increases and you moan, grabbing the clothes still on Harry’s body closely behind you as your body shakes. You release another moan as you tremble from the orgasm you are experiencing, slowing your breathing as it begins to ease. “Good, baby, good,” Harry praises, as he pushes your panties down your hips and to the floor.

You stay standing where you are as you notice Harry quickly undressing and starting the shower water. It was a gorgeous open shower, large enough for several people, much less two. He made sure the water temperature was perfect as he finished undressing himself and took your hand.

“Come,” he tells you as he leads you into the stream of water. You eagerly follow him as he begins passionately kissing you, his tongue lapping at yours, sucking your lips into his, biting at your jaw. He was without question leaving bite marks and hickies on you, and you loved it. The excitement of the moment with the slight pain was gratifying. Painful pleasure. He kissed you over and over again, his arms never leaving their place around your body, holding you tightly between his body and the tiled shower wall. At some point he managed to lather both of your bodies, but you were in such a euphoric haze, you barely remember it. You feel a blast of water suddenly hit you below and your eyes shoot open. The amazing power of multiple, adjustable shower heads, you thought. You feel Harry keep the pressure right on your clit as you pant against his neck, biting it and hearing a full-throttled moan escape his throat.

Harry moves you out of the direct streams and spreads your thighs open with his leg. You feel by the nibbles and bites he trails from your neck, down your body, that he is becoming more aggressive. He kisses your belly, kneeling in front of you, moving his eager mouth lower, before blowing hot breath on your sensitive areas. He layers kisses…beautiful hot, wet kisses…all around you until you are dripping from the pleasure of it, begging for him.

“Please…Harry, please…” you plead, urging him closer by caressing his head and jetting your pubic bone forward. “Please…”

Instantly you feel an intense lick of his tongue from the bottom of your lips to the top of your clit, and you catch your breath, pulling his hair unintentionally. He likes the pain of the stinging of his scalp and does it again, causing a loud moan from your throat. You hear a long moan from Harry, that sounds like he is having more pleasure from it than you are, but that couldn’t be possible, could it? You feel him use your juices to coat his fingers, as he sucks gently on each of your lips. He feels you sink down on his face slightly and he groans in pleasure again. He parts you with his fingers, sinking them into you, as his mouth manipulates your tiny nub until it feels like it could explode. Harry covers your clit with his mouth, flicking the little button furiously. You moan loudly, pulling his hair again. You feel the vibration of his moan on you and see stars. He hears your breathing become more rapid, vacuuming his lips around you, his fingers stroking you as you balloon inside. You pant loudly as if you were giving birth.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” you yell, writhing under him, but he is merciless and doesn’t release you at all. You feel your muscles contracting as your body shakes in orgasm, warmth spreading over you, as you holler out one more time, your juices exploding onto Harry’s face and mouth. He continues sucking and stroking you until he feels your trembling subsiding a bit but not stopping yet. Harry immediately stands and turns you to face the wall, stroking his cock a couple of times and rubbing it against your well-lubricated lips, before thrusting deeply inside of you. “Oh God!” you nearly beg for mercy, but it just felt too good to want it to end. He pounds his full length into you deeply, over and over again. You can hear his panting against your ear and the side of your face.

“Oh, you feel so good, baby,” he spoke, almost breathlessly into your ear. “Fuck, always feel so good for me.” He pushes deeply forward as his fingers quickly find your clit and begin circling it again. You nearly whimper a cry, unsure how much more you can take, but not wanting him to stop. He presses you nearly flat against the shower wall, thrusting harder and faster. Your hands raise above your head and drop at the elbow until your fingers once again find his damp, curly locks and tug firmly. You feel that familiar build up again, as your body begins to tremble inside and you tighten around him.

You hear Harry moan, puffing loud breaths into your ear. He’s full inside of you and you feel him pulsing against your walls. “Need…need ya’ to cum for me now, love,” he says. “Need ya to…” Before he can even finish saying it again, you moan loudly as your body quakes. Your pussy squeezes him, milking brutally, as you hear Harry grunt loudly next to your ear, feeling him push one more aggressive thrust into you before holding himself deeply inside of you, allowing your walls to squeeze him to completion. You feel his dick pumping his seed into you, as you both continue to face the shower wall, trying to recover the act of breathing. A moment later, you realize you still have a good hold of his hair, and release it, rubbing his scalp.

“Sorry, babe,” you say, taking a deep breath. “Sorry.” You feel him shake his head, letting you know to not apologize for it. You feel him kissing your shoulder, and move your hand to his cheek, caressing him. He kisses your hand, then your cheek, then leans away, relieving the pressure of his weight off your backside. He turns you to face him, looking into your eyes, both of you looking spent, but in the best way possible. He kisses you sweetly for a long moment, tasting you once again, then holding you, simply loving the feel of you in his arms.

After a quick clean, the two of you make your way into the bedroom and collapse into his bed. He lays close to you, facing you as you lay on your back, peppering your shoulder and neck with gentle kisses. You lean your head toward him so that his forehead is pressing gently against your temple.

“I’m sorry that this morning, I made you moving in with me, sound like it wasn’t important to me or something,” he speaks softly to you. “I didn’t mean for it to sound that way, I just…I worry for your safety, and my mind was in that mode. I never want anyone to hurt you. I want to take care of you.”

You turn your head and kiss him sweetly. “It’s okay,” you reply.

“Babe,” he says, looking more directly at you, as your heads rest on the same pillow, “I’ve been planning how to ask you to move in with me for weeks now. I was just thrown by everything that happened. But I want you to live with me, if you want it, too. My home is…closer to your work…more central to everything than yours…has amazing security…and I’ll make sure you safely get anywhere you need to go. I worry about you when you’re at your house, and I’m here or away. I want you with me. I want you around me.” You see the serious but loving look on his face as he caresses yours. “Move in with me, please?”


Like the cliff hanger? *insert maniacal laugh here.

I am humbled by the amazing response I am getting to this series. Thank you all so much! And thank you to those who reblog, sharing it with others. I appreciate it more than you know. Writing has always been a passion of mine, and thanks to Harry, it’s taken this warped twist. :) I love being slightly warped, don’t you?

I will begin working on Chapter Five tonight and hope to have it posted over the next couple of days. Long stories are my specialty, as my experience is more with writing novel-lengths and screenplays. Writing the short stuff is new for me, but I appreciate the great response to my Music Series writings, as well.

Please feel free to come talk to me or send asks. I love people! Writers love to talk and get to know people. It’s great character development. :P

I hope you are all having an amazing weekend, and have a lovely week! xo

nobody probably cares lmao but i have been thinking about 3 particular cristiano ronaldo photos non stop for the last 24 hours and i’m close to death ok so here we go

SJDKDSNF HE’S KISSING ADRIEN’S HEAD AAAAAHHHH i’m both cedric and nani tbh this is too pure

HE WANTS GELSON TO JOIN THE GROUP HUG AND I’M DEAD!!!!!!! i can’t believe this is a real pic i want to look at it forever wow

………………………… wow WOW WOOOOOWW i love this photo more than i love life itself look at how hard they’re holding each other LOOK at joão mário’s face wow

there’s so many more photos like these that i love but i haven’t been able to stop looking and thinking at these three lately i love them so much!!!!

💞 Dating Maxwell Beaumont would include 💞

▫ Rise and shine, little blossom

▪ PaRty TiMe

▫ “I like hanging out with you, too”

▪ Dance, dance, dance!

▫ he’d be so soft, like all. The. Time.

▪ soft hair, soft voice, soft face, soft boyfriend


▪ SWEATER PAWS ‘cause why not

▫ (make him a LI 2k17)

▪ I feel like he’d be the submissive one (who knowes tho, right pb?)

▫ KISSeS!!! Fuck, so many of them

▪ on the forehead, nose!!, lips duh, hair, cheeks

▫ basically all over the face

▪ hugging!!!!

▫ all the time

▪ hand holding, he’d love to feel your smaller hand in his own, being close to you

▫ Bertrand does NOT approve (at first)

▪ he’d be so dissapointed and angry at you and maxwell

▫ “You tarnished our name!”, or something

▪ coming around when he sees how happy maxwell is

▫ “Have you ever loved someone?” - remembering the question immediately

(make him a LI 2k17)

▪ laughing, A LOT

▫ inside jokes

▪ CoMpliMenTs

▫ wearing his black shirts & nothing else [driving him crazy]

▪ teaching him basic things (“How do I use this?” - “Are you serious, maxwell? That’s a coffee machine”)

▫ lots of pics

(make him a LI 2k17)

▪ you making something to eat, reading, watching TV, laughing, going shopping - “ say cheese!”

▫ napping togehter (because you two are really cute and sleepy)


▫ showing the other one off

▪ “That is my beautiful, super smart and adorable girlfriend, Y\N” - “isn’t he cute??? Just look at that face!”

▫ TIckLe FigHts

▪ being the biggest fan of eachother


▪ just loving eachother v v much

(make him a LI 2k17)

▫ where do I have to sign that petition?

The beginnings of love for the signs
  • If you have a girl in mind check Venus+moon
  • If you have a boy in mind check Mars+moon
  • Check sun if you wish ;)
  • Aries: lots of hand gestures and eye contact and facial expressions whenever you two have a conversation (you'll love it and soak it all up), lots of food dates (they want to make sure you're comfortable around them), picking you up and twirling you around and quick cheek kisses, "you always calm me down"
  • Taurus: they'll show you the secret places they go to chill (this can be anything from a flower garden to Starbucks to an underground club just be ready honestly), they'll let you push them around like no one else dares to, they'll tell you that you're different and special (because in their eyes you're truly one of a kind), "oh, you have to go? Are you sure your don't want to stay around just a little longer?"
  • Gemini: expect lots of chats over the phone (they've realized that they can't hear your laugh or your stutters through text), "looks" from across the room when something stupid happens, just chilling at your place sounds like a good time to them, "hey, you're just like me"
  • Cancer: nose scrunching and suppressed smirks when you say something dirty (you could tell they were thinking the same thing), lots of high fives quick touches, asking lots of questions about you (they'll wriggle out of answering yours, but they're just trying to make sure you're one of their kind) "thanks for being patient with me"
  • Leo: whispers in your ear (they don't have to, but you can feel their grin on your cheek), bodies pressed together type hugs, admitting to stalking your social media (you'll call them a creep but you'll be blushing), "you know, I'd do anything for you..."
  • Virgo: they could listen to you speak all day (they love learning more about you), little things that go almost unnoticed (like putting an umbrella in your car or buying you new headphones when you complain about your others), you'll get to see their silly side (and you'll love it), "don't worry I'll take care of it"
  • Libra: they'll talk about how well you two look together (they'll want lots of pics of you two or just you), introduces you to friends and family, your head rested on their arm or their head in the nook of your neck (you're their safe place now), "I like you, you're genuine. it's really... refreshing, you know?"
  • Scorpio: mixing paints until they find the exact shade of your eyes (even if they're brown, they're a special kind of brown to them), opening their mouth to say something then closing it immediately because they don't want to scare you away, touches that linger a little bit too long to be just friendly, "finally, SOMEONE understands!"
  • Sagittarius: lots and lots of jokes made to get under your skin (throw it back at 'em twice as hard), making lots of plans because they really wanna hang out with you, all Sagittarius's are philosophers just wait and they'll show you, "hey I saw this thing and it sorta reminded me of you so here you go"
  • Capricorn: showing you what they geek about (believe me, it's there), gloating about how much better you two are than everyone else, arms over shoulders and hands around your waist randomly (just to shock you ) "I've always needed someone like you in my life"
  • Aquarius: pinching your cheek (just so that they can touch your face), saying things that the two of you are gonna do in the future, bringing you around their friends (and their face lighting up when you charm their asses off) "I can talk with you for hours and about anything... weird right?"
  • Pisces: daydreaming about running into you (even if it's just between classes), them showing you their secret hobbies, they stare into your eyes just a little bit too long (what even is too long?) "I can't believe you're real"

he knew he shouldn’t stare, he really should tear his gaze away from his beloved hyung. but his eyes keep straying back to kyungsoo, and really, how could he resist? the other boy is lost in his singing as usual, eyes closed in intense focus, heart-shaped lips in fluid motion as he croons the words to one of their hit songs. jongin can’t help the smile that spreads slowly on his lips as his favorite voice in the world soars effortlessly, reverberating throughout his whole being, his very own siren song beckoning ever closer, luring him in, keeping him close. and he thinks to himself, as he always does, that in spite of every hardship they’d encountered, that this will always be worth it. they will always be worth it.

*felt suddenly overwhelmed by the feels. pic not mine.

(i didn’t know if you’ve seen this or not)

boy????? how is he so hot???????

This pic is endlessly intriguing to me.  He’s super hot, of course, but there’s so much more imo.  It’s such a clear, close image of his face looking kind of pensive.  Like he let down his guard for a split second - no silly grin or smirk.  Just him.  I love it.  Thank you for sending me this. <333  


Good morning fellow shipsters! Just checking in before work takes over the day, and to share what I hope are some positive vibes today. I am surprisingly calm this morning, and have truly found my chill in the eye of the latest storm.

In hindsight, I am glad we got the grainy prom shot yesterday. Let’s face it, we have been dreading it for months. And like anything you dread, the anticipation is worse than the hurt you think you will experience when it finally happens. And I know that for some of you, it really did hurt, and deeply. For that, you have my hugs and complete support, and I hope we can lessen that for those who need it.❤

For me, it has done the complete opposite. Yes, I felt sucker punched over the weekend, and yes, I was pissed to know Sam went to that wedding, and yes, it was a personal event, which gives credence to the fact that he wanted to be there. BUT, AND THIS IS A BIG BUT….what I saw was two potential friends in that photo, and slightly uncomfortable ones at that. If we had access to other participants pics from that wedding, I would bet you would see very similar photos with Sam and other guests…after all, he is a television actor, and wearing a kilt at a southern wedding. He was a guest….for what reason I am not privy too, but a guest nonetheless. But, as @fromheretoeternity1121 said yesterday….when I see a pic of Sam with another woman the way he drinks in Cait..then I will waive the while flag.

Are these two a couple?….I don’t believe so. Are they involved due to MPC or other project work…could be. Someone has put a lot of time and effort into wanting us to believe this, so it is easy to fill in the blanks when you don’t know the story. I find it very suspect that the “places and sightings” have ALWAYS come from the FB network ( @cb4tb said it best yesterday…the Sam HUN…heads up network 😂!), yet nothing that truly supports they are romantically involved in any way, shape or form. So, from my POV…they are not. And even Sam has not acknowledged this in any way.

As for Sam and Cait….that is a completely different story isn’t it? I think they are together…I know they should be together, yet we really don’t know at this point, but only because of the doubt that has been thrown over and over. So I asked myself this simple question?…If I must believe the circumstantial information with little to no proof that Sam is romantically involved with a girl halfway around the globe from him, yet she has been in close contact and places with another guy during the same period…..how in the world do I reconcile 3 YEARS of MORE evidence that he is really with Cait??? And, look at 2017 alone!!! My answer…..it’s Cait. You don’t fake that level of love and affection, and whatever is there, is theirs alone. While we have been so focused on the doubt, we continue to miss the nuggets from those closest too them. Why did MBR post that Valentine’s Pic? Why did Graham make it a point to let Cait know they were toasting and talking about her? Why did Sam post on Roman’s IG about pics of Cait? And why, oh why did the visual and poetic MBR post that after the rain pic right before the weekend? They know….they all know! That is where we should be taking our innuendo q’s from moving forward.

So, I will no longer worry about Swiss Miss ( even though we have already been provided with the Easter schedule thanks to Sam HUN!), and I really don’t know how S/C will end up. But, I am tuning out the noise. We only see snippets, but there is a whole bunch of things we are not seeing either. I am sure we will have other things that will cause us to snark and shake our heads, but until Sam or Cait shows us something different….I will ship them. They are the reason I came here, and they will be the reason I leave if it ever comes to that.

Happy Wednesday sweet shipsters! Believe what you want, but I am sticking with the true fairy tale, not the amateur FB version.❤❤❤

anonymous asked:

(1) About this whole kd vs cs, i notice that cs shippers tend to oversee this whole cs is closer than everyone, cause c mom was pic like two times with ks, i found that to be a poor prove, mostly cause, no other exu members has any relative in the public eye, all of them a private, cs fam is almost a celebrity of their own - im not judging btw - so who knows how kd are around each other moms.

(2) funny to me is ss, cause for me ss is basically a mirror of sk friendship, its easy to see both ji and ks love se and are close to him, also, both are easy with hugging and touching se, but none showcase any affection that sound romantic or sexual, ss and sk are like brothers. Imo. So, to me, when people dont ks affection for ji, revisit kd moments, better revisit ks jealous of tmin, that you will never see ks be to anyone BUT ji, or ks looking so IN LOVE while ji dance.. and on and on. :)

Ifans does force the idea of cs is closer than everyone and idk where and when this started. Bcoz back then, I rmmbr no one really talked about cs. Coz cb is really popular, same goes to kd. Using that pic of pcy’s mom w ks (+his mom attended ks’s movie premiere/or(?)) and just that is weak imo too. Bcoz who is close w ks? Pcy or his mom? As for pcy’s family, it’s true that we see more of his family in public than the other mmbrs’s family.

Yes. I do notice that kd is comfortable w osh than pcy honestly. And it’s not just both of them but all of the mmbers (bh+jd+jm+msk) re comfortable w osh. I believe it has something to do w osh is the maknae. It’s pretty common to spoil the youngest in the family. It’s cute. Osh seeks/likes affection lol.

This survey was done for last year d.o’s festival. It was from Jan 2016. They used this survey to determine which otp will be used for their coupling items/materials for the event (altho the event was canceled due to some problem). Kd won by almost twice the counts as bae.ksoo (Kd>bs>cs>ss>sd>etc).

Cs&ss re popular among ifans only. And ifans re known to be extra dramatic coz I am too asdfghjkl+hyping up the wrong thing (always). Kd has endless of moments that none ji&ks other otp have. If I list up y I don’t believe other otp bcoz kd has these moments n others don’t, it will be quite long :)

Take care, anon!


honestly i dont even really know how to begin this like??? i feel like i have so much to say it was just the best day of my Entire Ugly Life. im so honored i really am it was just the most beautiful experience ever nd also so funny lkafsfsa i can’t wait to share with you !! 

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Status Update

Well, we’re at two weeks already and it’s been…interesting.  The anxiety died off some until yesterday.  Now it’s back with a vengeance and I don’t know why.

In the time I’ve been off, I have:

1) Sorted my Viktuuri and Otabek pics into folders (priorities, you know)
2) Spent two days watching every Avenger/Guardians of the Galaxy movie.
3) I’ve edited way too much and I’m not even close to being done.
4) Started a new Dragon Age Inquisition game with a Qunari.  I named her Sooka.  Means “bitch” in Russian.
5) Renewed my love for Hollywood Undead.  I’d Sell Your Soul for them.
6) Watched a lot of Red vs. Blue AMVs and forgot how much I love Felix and Locust.  Life goals right there.
8) Slowly working on the last chapters of MbA (I mean like end of series).
9) Trying to go out of the house but WE HATES IT!
10) There was something else but I don’t remember.

Today….today is not a very good day.  I’m hoping it’s better than yesterday and tomorrow will be even better.    I miss you guys terribly and thank you so much for the well wishes, pics you’ve shared and omg INOIML!!!  Still.  

I’m going to wrap for now since I was supposed to be out the door ten minutes ago lol.  I’ll leave you with the theme song for the day:

See ya in two weeks!