i make it look so easy i convince myself!!

All My Idols Ch 22: Morning After

I have definitely been deemed a cuddler even before I moved to Korea, I love touching people and the warmth they give off and right now, I’m really warm. My face is buried in a firm chest, his heartbeat is steady and his breathing is even, it sooths me back to sleep for a little bit longer. There is another heater behind me, his whole body is pressed up against my back, his face is tucked against my neck. Well this was an interesting turn of events. How the hell did I end up and a giant dog pile of some of the hottest guys I’ve ever met?

The sudden urge to pee wakes me up fully, I wiggle in their embrace but neither shows any sign of life. I groan out loud, “Oppa.”

“Do you need some help?” Kyungsoo is leaning over me with a cute smile on his face. I’m in aw at the sight of him for a minute, his hair is mess and he’s wearing his glasses but I’ve never seen him looking so cute.

I finally get myself to nod. He holds out a hand to pull me up which I quickly accept. I’m surprised when he pulls me out of the two men’s embrace with such easy. “Thank you.”

“Are you hungry or something?” He cocks his head at me.

The urge I was feeling a few seconds ago returns and I rush off in the direction of the bathroom. I emerge a few minutes later to the smell of something wonderful. Slowly, I find my way towards the kitchen to see Kyungsoo completely focused on making breakfast.

“Morning Kyungsoo oppa,” I mumble softly when I finally convince myself to speak to the handsome man who didn’t even notice my presence.

He looks up at me and gives me a heart shaped smile, “Kyungsoo? So formal, what happened to Kyungie or Soo or, my personal favorite, squishy Soosoo.”

I blush at the drunken nicknames I gave him after the whole sleeping arrangement fight and we were all trying and failing to go to sleep without much success. “I can not be held accountable for what I say after more than a few shots of sujo.”

“Pushing off blame so easily?”

“As I remember Kyungie, you were whining about not being my number one bias and told Xiumin you were going to poison him.”

He laughs, “I guess none of us should be.”

“What’s for breakfast?” I wonder as I lean on the counter closest to him.

“Nothing to crazy, some rice, fish, and vegetables.”

“Such a good umma,” I coo and pinch his cheeks.

Again, that beautiful laugh of his rings out, “I guess it isn’t just the liquor talking.”

“I’m sorry, I’ve just been wanting to do that ever since I saw you guys in EXO next door.”

“You watched that?” I can tell he’s a bit embarrassed from the pink that is crawling across his cheeks.

“Of course, and to be completely honest, I didn’t really like you until I watch it.”

He frowns, “Really?”

I nod, “Yep. The moment you handed her back her apron and did your little laugh,” I sigh dramatically, clutching my chest, “I fell in love.”

“You fell in love?” He raises his brow at me.

“You know what I mean!” I swat at him.

“Charlie!” A whine comes from the living room.

Kyungsoo and I laugh when a chorus of whines that follow, “Jagiya! Bobei! Charlie!”

“Yes?” I respond as I peek into the living room to see the group of boys rubbing their eyes like children. Sehun and Kai are glaring up at me with cute pouts on their faces.

“Get back over here!” Kai whines.

“I want to cuddle more!” Sehun joins in.

I’m not given a chance to respond before a giant pulls me to the floor. He wraps himself around me tight, his face finds the crook of my neck, “I get to cuddle now.”

“Oppa! That tickles!” I giggle and try to wiggle out of his grip without much luck. “Suho oppa! Help!” I call for the older hoping he would be the most level headed out of the group. Thankfully he crawls over and is able to pull me from the giant’s hold by putting his foot in the taller’s face.

“Hey!” Chanyeol growls “Why did you do that?”

“She didn’t want you,” Chen laughs.

“I want her!” Baekhyun whines as he crawls over to me only to be kicked away by one of my tow protectors, Suho and Chen. Chanyeol quickly joins in on the fight along with the two youngest, but the fun is quickly interrupted by my phone ringing somewhere in the room. I scramble to my feet and dig my way threw boys and blankets to find it.

A picture of Jiyong and I are bright on my screen and I almost scream at the sight of it. In a panic of realization I throw my phone and drop to the ground. I’m in so much trouble!

“What’s wrong?” Suho is next to me and staring at the lit up phone.

“I didn’t tell them I would be out,” I whimper.

Xiumin frowns, “And?”

“They must have been so worried! I’m such an idiot,” I smack myself upside the head a few times.

“You forgot, that happens,” Baekhyun tries to sooth me.

I jump to my feet and set out in search for my clothes. After find them, I ignore the whines and questions from the boys still laying on the floor. After changing I stop in the living room to grab my phone and to say goodbye.

“Thank you so much for such a fun night, we will have to do it again but right now I need to go beg for forgiveness,” I give each of the dumbstruck boys a kiss on their forehead before slipping into the kitchen to surprise Kyungsoo with one too without a word. I’ve never ran so fast in my whole entire life, I ran the whole thirty minutes to my apartment building, almost getting hit by multiple cars, and glared at by many people but I made it. After busting into the lobby and taking the long elevator up to Jiyong’s apartment I begin to panic on how mad they could be. But that anxiety is put to rest when I’m automatically pulled into a tight hug that quickly grew into a group hug.

“Where the hell have you been?” Seunghyun questions the minute they all let me go. Youngbae is holding onto my hands and giving me a once over to make sure I wasn’t beaten or something making me smile.

“I got a little drunk with some friends and didn’t trust myself to make it home so they let me sleep over,” I explain as I’m pulled over to the couch.

“Who?” Jiyong wonders, he sits on my other side.

I rub the back of my neck awkwardly, “Um…EXO.”

“I want to be surprised but I’m really not,” Dae sighs.

Seungri nods, looking a bit disappointed, “Your magic is amazing, and we should expect nothing less.”

“You should have told us that you were staying out all night,” Jiyong scolds.

“I know, I know, I’m sorry. I jumped up and raced out the moment I saw that you had called.”

They chuckle, Dae pats my head, “We are just happy that you are safe. We figured you were tired and went to your own apartment but when we went down to tell you some good news you weren’t there.”

I cock my head at him, “Good news?”

“Yes! Good news! We got you a job!” Seungri bonces up and down like a child.

“Seriously? Doing what?” I would lie if I said I wasn’t excited but at the same time I’m nervous, what kind of job would they get me? They hate the idea of me working so I couldn’t imagine it would be that much actual work involved which isn’t what I want at all. I love working, well as much as a person can, I love feeling like I earned what I get and not just being handed things.

“You are going to be an MC for the award shows!” Seunghyun says as excitedly as possible for him, which means he looks a little scary.

My jaw drops, “Are you guys serious?”

Youngbae nods, “It was CL’s idea that way you can see all of your friends but at the same time work like you want. They also said that you could be a stage hand if you wanted but we decided that you should try one out before taking on both.”

“Thank you guys but that is way too much, I’m not MC material, I probably have a bunch of anti-charlie people out there who might protest the show or something.”

“We don’t care,” Jiyong shrugs, “I doubt any of your knights would either. If the company has a problem with it, they will have a problem with us.”

“Oppa that is way too much drama.”

“I don’t know what you expect to be able to do now with your new found fame, I mean we have no issue with you not getting a job, in fact we would prefer it for awhile but since you seem to adamant about doing it we thought we would try to help you out.”

I sigh, “You guys are right, thank you again. Do you know when I can start?”

“That was a lot easier than I was expecting,” Seunghyun mumbles putting his phone in his pocket.

“Yes, you won’t have to be calling Unni for this one, I’m learning not to put up a fight against you guys anymore. I trust you guys to have my best interest at heart so I’ll work there for now.”

“If you’re agreeing so easily then maybe you should just work at YG?” Youngbae suggests.

“Don’t push it.”

Say His Name: Part VI (Zico/You/Namjoon)

Part I | Part II | Part III | Part IV | Part V

Rating: M

Reader’s POV 


What you all must think of the suffocated girl. The tortured girl. The girl who couldn’t make up her mind. The weak- abused girl- who didn’t know what was good for her, even if it was staring her in the face.  


In your eyes I’m powerless. I lack substance, and my reactions are nothing but cliches. The only one I can blame is myself. I am not a victim. But you don’t know the whole story. My story. 


“Do you make a habit of going out during monsoon season?” I shot up from my warm cup of ramen upon hear the hurried shout from a man standing under the tent off of the convince store. You couldn’t really call this a tent- He was soaked. I should be asking him the same question. 

“I make a habit of attracting strangers who seem to be in my same situation. If that answers your question.” I returned to my ramen, thankful for it keeping me warm in this weather. 

Look. I never had it easy. But I don’t go around rubbing it into people’s faces, preaching my hardships. I never felt the need to explain myself, so when a punk kid comes up to me after I’ve been kicked out of my house, I’m really not in the mod to explain. 

“Close enough. I guess- I mean to ask- I mean- are you alright? You just seem- cold.”  Obviously. I’m soaking wet, it’s the middle of the night, I’m shaking over a bowl or ramen… Really observant this one…. 

“Yes well. Monsoon." 

The next thing I know, we’re back at his place, he’s getting me a change of clothes, and I’m trying to decided whether or not this guys a serial killer. 

I don’t know why I agreed, really. He’s a complete stranger. But I was curious to why he was so eager to- take care of me. I was cold. But so was he. What made my state of being so much more important than his?  

If you couldn’t tell I’m one of those- humanity is dead- kind of people, so I can only blame my sinister curiosity for agreeing to spend the night.
"Here you go. Hope it’s alright, you’re so tiny I thought something with a draw string would be best- bathrooms down the hall on your left- you’re welcome to shower and-”

“Do you make a habit of taking in strays?" 

"I just know one when I see one, that’s all.”

Ah- so he had a story too. Maybe we both had the same motives. Curiosity was dangerous, but it had such thrill.  I looked at him blank faced, giving him a- I don’t buy it- look, and started stripping out of my wet clothes right in front of him. Completely bare, I took the clothes from the stranger and headed to the bathroom. Maybe he’d follow. 

He didn’t. God knows what was going through his mind, but I wanted to dissect him. Slowly study the layers of his brain, and his thoughts about me. Vain- maybe. But I wanted to know his game, the plans and how bad he wanted to play . 

After my shower, I quickly changed into the oversized t-shirt- leaving the sweat pants on the floor. Now- normally, I’m anything but a tease. Guys hate me whenever I go out. I’m always the one who says- get lost buddy- you kiss your mother with that mouth?- I’m your dreams- Truthfully, I only had one sexual partner in my short 21 years- and what a mistake that was. Sleeping around wasn’t my style, but he was right. I was cold. But in more ways than one. I hadn’t felt anything real in ages- 

I slowly made my way across the hallway, noticing a light through a cracked door a little ways down. I decided that being subtle wouldn’t make things easy. He was laying in his bed scribbling something in his notebook with vigor. Must be some important notes, or directions to tell someone where to dump my dead body.  

He heard me enter the room and lowered the notebook from his face. Clad in only exposed tattoos, the stranger was so interesting to look at. Defiantly a serial killer.

“So what should I call my white knight?” I crawled slowly from the end of the bed till I was straddling his hips- making everything just slightly uncomfortable. 

“White knight sounds good- or nice hospitable guy- guy that’s washing your wet clothes- thanks for the show by the way- I’m Zico." 

Zico. I’ve heard that name before. Read it somewhere- on a poster in the bathroom of a dive- on a streetlight- 

"I know what you are.”  

“Really-”

“You’re- a street magician!" 

His facial expression shifted side ways, as if his features were melting off. 

"Take a joke alright- you’re that underground raper that’s supposed to be half decent." 

The giddy look he gave me quickly changed to confusion- 

"Half decent?!" 

"Well I’ve never hear you. Just taking someone else’s word for it." 

He ran his fingers through his hair shaking his head and giving off a playful sigh. With hands cradling the back of his skull, he looked at me as if he was reading my instruction manual. 

"How long have you been on the streets?" 

I wasn’t expecting him to question me like this. I thought a half naked women straddling him would change the subject immediately. He’s defiantly gay. Seoul’s, underground, homosexual, raping protege. Good for him.

"Few days. I was doing fine-till the storms.” I stayed a night at a friends, then at another, then an alley- well you get it. 

“Boyfriend?”

“Parents." 

"That’s rough.” He cradled my face in his hands, inspecting every furrowing line on my forehead, the cracks in my lips, a hickey left by some drunk asshole- almost as if he’s seen me before. Or seen someone like me. I didn’t want him to look at me anymore, I wanted to distract him from gaining anymore information- 

Desperate to break his concentration I leaned in to place a tender kiss on his lips. 

“My hero." 

His look was puzzled. Like I pulled the wool over his eyes. 

"If you need to be loved- I’ll be more than your hero.”  

“You’re one cocky son of a bitch." 

Nice choice of words.“ 

I liked his sarcasm. It was like I’d found the only other person in the world who got it- who got me. We shared a laugh breaking the tension. He shifted, motioning for me to move off of him. 

"I need a bath. You’re more than welcome to join. If not, you’re welcome to the bed- or the sofa. Wherever you’re comfortable." 

Was this guy for real? I watched him enter the master bathroom slightly closing the door, giving me time to make up my mind. He was so alluring. I’m not one for dark and mysterious- because that’s normally my part- but there was something about being on both ends of that idea- I was just a mysterious as he was. But if we’re both something to uncover- then we’re not really strangers. 

I gently pushed open the door to his bathroom to find him in a claw foot tub, head hanging off the edge. His apartment was nothing special. Essential living space, not a lot of decor, shady area, but the bath was probably why he decided to buy the place. 

As I stripped once again, he motioned for me to sit with my back pressed to him. Lathering a washcloth, he slowly drew circles on my back and shoulders causing an much needed moan to escape my lips. This was a different type of pleasure, something I’ve never experienced before. I let go and laid my head back, resting it on his shoulder, eyes closed, taking it all in. 

You know- I think you’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.“ 

I don’t know what came over me. I turned to face him splashing half the water out of the tub trying to regain my balance, but his hand steadied me supporting my waist. He pulled me in closer, resting his free hand against my cheek. I wasn’t quiet sure what was happening. He placed a soft kiss on my forehead observing how impatient I was. 

There’s no going back from this-“ Seriously. Who was this guy. No one says shit like this anymore. Romance is dead. 

"Why do you say that-" 

"It’s just a feeling. You feel it too. I can see it in your eyes- you’re terrified- you’re not alone." 

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. He was so hesitant, and yet, so sure of this. It was like believing in magic. You know it’s not real, there was no scientific proof, not a trace of it is tangible, but you wanted to believe in it, with every fiber of your being, just for that slight possibility that your wishes could come true. 

He was my wish. I had been asking for him my whole life. I just didn’t know it. 

Magic wasn’t real, but we felt like the closest thing to it that night. Sparks flying with each contact of skin. Our kiss brewed an erotic potion, we whispering incantations to each other in a language that only we could understand. 

Touch me- don’t stop- tell me you’ll stay- forever- and a day- promise- promise- 

He lifted me out of the water and draped a towel over me,gently patting me down and just as quickly I was in his arms again being flown to his bed.
The struggle for dominance was greater than expected, but not in the normal form of it. We were fighting to please the other, fighting because we felt the need to show each other how much we needed to love. Each kiss told a thousand stories that we didn’t know about each other, and somehow, we didn’t need to speak.  

I knew he felt comfort when I stoked his hair pushing it gently behind his ear, because it reminded him of being a child. He knew I felt safe when he held me strongly in his arms, because it reminded me of waves hugging the shore. We both felt vulnerable with the lights on, and darkness was our closest ally.

Once again cloaked in mystery, we delved deeper into unknown waters. He found a sensitive spot right under my jawline, causing me to be defeated in the battle for power. I was at his complete mercy. 

His hands traveled across my body like he was following a treasure map. Fingers electric- he played with my folds causing moans and slight whimpers to emote from my lips. He loved how he was making me his. Inserting two fingers into my entrance, he wasted no time on adjustment.
Pumping in and out of my soaking wet core, he curled his fingers upwards and I felt the grin on his lips caressing my neck. 

"You’re so tender. So wet. This must be love-” and with his last word he swiftly removed his fingers and replaced them with his throbbing dick.
The impact took my breath away for a few moments, not being able to adjust to his size at first.  But that’s what he wanted. He wanted to cause me a bit of pain so he could quickly wash it away with words and cleverly placed kisses.

“You’re so tight- the way your walls brace to take me deeper drive me insane- *huff*- can you hear how wet you are baby- I can feel it dripping down my leg- *ah* I can’t get enough of you-" 

I’d never been one for talking dirty, I always hated it when guys asked me to do it, but with him- I’d never been so turned on. 

"That’s it baby- relax- let yourself feel something- I’ve got you-” tenderly brushing the sweat from my forehead he knew exactly the impact he had on me. Our pace went from slow and deep, to faster and shorter, to long drawn out thrusts, hitting that one spot each and every time. One more word- he’d put me other the edge. 

“I want you to cum with me baby- I want to feel euphoric together- like it’s the last thing we’ll do on this earth. Moan louder, dig your nails in deeper, I want you to draw blood baby- I want to have scars from loving you-" 

You couldn’t breath. It was almost painful how badly I needed to reach my release. Each hit made me gasp for his sent, to remember this moment for eternity, even if he’d leave tomorrow. 

He moved his thumb over my clit drawing a pattern id never tried before, causing my hips to buck, taking him deeper.  

"I can’t- *huff*- ah fuck- I need too-”  

“Shit baby- yes that it- squeeze tighter baby- make me cum with you- that’s it- fuck-”

My eyes rolled back into my head. My heart stopped for a second until another trust jolted it back to life. I lost the feeling in my fingers and toes, I couldn’t move my body, I was paralyzed with the pleasure he’d brought me too. I’d never fucked so hard before. It’s like our lives depended on it.
He didn’t remove himself from me, instead he gathered up the strength that he had left to cradle me close to him. Breathing heaving, he whispered the most honest thing I’ve ever heard- 

“So- Whats your name-" 


Love at first sight, crazy lust, stupid kid stuff, whatever you want to call it. But know, that my life with Jiho made me feel more alive than breathing. In fact sometimes I felt the need to kiss him before I’d inhale. 

Nights like the first happened almost always. Learning new things along the way. Sharing stories. Telling our most intimate secrets in the dark. Well- before he joined the group. Before we moved to a fancy apartment with tons of security- before we broke. 

I love him. I always will. No matter what he’s done, we’ve done it together. No one is at fault. I didn’t blame his career. It was what he wanted. He needed. More than me. I read his warning label the first night I met him. No one walks completely blind into a situation. There’s always signals. 

You choose if you want to see them or not.


*Unnie couldn’t let you guys completely hate Zico…. ;) Funny story, I have a sexy kpop mix that I listen too when I write, but somehow “Whats your name” by 4minute got mixed in… kinda broke the sexual tension so I needed to add that line in ;)

Can you do a jack one were y\n is 9 months pregnant with a baby girl and jack is really protective and one day when y/n is backstage at an atl concert her water breaks and jack freaks out and dosnt know what to do and alex has to calm him down and stuff

AN So I know that I was supposed to post this like last night, but I fell asleep on the couch before I could. So I’m posting it now, and I’ll get it to you. Sorry for the extra wait. Sorry for my lack of knowledge on this subject, I’m the youngest kid, so I don’t know much of this. Except what I learned in 8th grade health class and movies. I feel like I made this really sappy, but then who isn’t sappy when someone’s just born. Everyone is cheesy as fuck! There’s no message for this one. Enjoy, lovelies xx

PS I know this is a little boy that’s like a toddler, I just love this picture.

Your POV

Jack and I were going to have a baby girl. Not only were we excited, but the guys were as well. They would bring me things when I was sitting down, and get me things if they were too high to reach. Jack made me come on tour with them because since I was so far along with our baby, he didn’t want to miss it when she was born. And also she might be born somewhere interesting they were at.

Let me tell you, it’s been hell living in a tour bus and being this pregnant. Jack gets super protective of me. He won’t let me use the bathroom unless I had someone to go along with me, which was hard since not many girls went on tour.

He won’t let me sleep in an uncomfortable position, and if I fall asleep in one, he wakes me up, makes me reposition myself and then lets me sleep. The guys have been trying to get him to leave my side since we got here, and we’ve made very little progress.

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anonymous asked:

You never gave up, that's why so many people look up to you.

It’s not easy committing to a goal when you don’t make it something you enjoy doing.
I was so tired of dreading the gym. I was exhausted with having to convince myself that “diet food” could be yummy.
I wanted to be healthy but I found nothing enjoyable in it and I was trying to convince myself to love all the wrong things.
The quick fix diets and the wrong exercises for me.
So I changed it.
I found workouts I loved and fell in love with being vegan. I realized that having peanut butter toast in the morning made me feel so healthy and ready for the day.

I almost gave up because I was tired of living a life I didn’t enjoy for a goal that was slowly going away in my head. So I changed my mindset.
I realized if I wanted to reach my goals I need to stop viewing a dead line and veiw it as a life. I needed to create the life I wanted to live and not live in a life I hated chasing a goal I was giving up on.

I found my passion. Healthy foods. Teaching classes. Sharing my story. Listening to stories. Working out with my husband and my mom. Breaking a sweat and laughing with others while we stare at each other with the “can we actually complete this workout” look. I love it!
I love everything about my life.

Giving up won’t get you there. If you feel life giving up. Change your game plan. But don’t change your goals. You deserve to be healthy and happy.

(not so) ephemeral

fae!scott + scerek for quicklikelight

The woodcutter is sharing his lunch with Scott again. It’s intentional, Scott is sure of it now. Ever since the man moved into the little hut in Scott’s favorite section of the forest, he’s taken to having lunch by the clearing, listening to the water’s babbling noises, taking a break from his work. At first, it had been entertaining– Scott had never seen a human up close before, and he’d prided himself on his quick-fingered theft of the man’s lunch, a nibble of cheese here, a bite of bread there when the man set down the loaf. It was amusing, a story the other Folk back in the Mound had laughed for ages, congratulating Scott on a prank well done. 

Except the second time, the man had seen him. 

Scott hadn’t been sure of it, he’d gone mottled blue-green and shrunk into the shadows of the nearby bush, but even glamoured like so, the man had looked right into his eyes.

And then he laughed.

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I'm Sorry. (Harry Styles) #19

So, my birthday was on Sunday and I invited a lot of my friends to the laser tag ad they ended up not going, except for one, so we went to the movies instead. They can go screw themselves… :)

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After I parked my car on its usual spot, I hopped off and started making my way towards the front door, taking my keys out of my backpack in the process. I wasn’t really sure if my parents or Keith were inside, but judging by the silence that followed when I opened the door, they were probably out. Stepping inside, I realized that the TV in the living room was on, and the couch in front of it was taken by someone whose face I couldn’t see. Until he turned his head to face me. I almost dropped my bag when he smirked at me. “Harry, what are you doing here?” I asked him as he stood up, turning the TV off.

“Came to visit you,” he answered, walking towards me with arms wide open. “What, is there something wrong with that?”

I shook my head violently. “N-no, but… you couldn’t wait until I actually arrived at the house to visit? And how did you even manage to enter?”

“I know where the spare key is. Sorry. I just wanted to surprise you” he said with a half smile.

“Well, you sure succeeded in that” I chuckled.

Crossing his arms without breaking eye contact with me, Harry gave me a knowing stare. “When were you gonna tell me?”

My smile faded as I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion. “Tell you what?”

“That we kissed. The night at the party. When I was drunk out of my mind” he said slowly, as if he was trying to make me remember. But I already remembered every little detail.

“I-I…” I seemed to have forgotten how to speak with his deep stare never leaving my figure. I let my nervousness out with a sigh. “Harry, I’m sorry I kept it from you. I knew I had to tell you, but I was so afraid that you would get mad or stop talking to me, or anything similar to that. I just didn’t want our friendship to get ruined because of that. Maybe I thought It’d be better if it remained unknown to you, you know, since you couldn’t remember that we kissed”

Looking down at the ground, he took a deep breath and then let it out. I didn’t know if he was mad, okay, not okay, disgusted… his face was just blank. Nervously fiddling with my fingers, I kept staring at him and waiting for him to react. I needed him to say something so I could know how he felt.

But no words came out of his mouth. Instead, he looked up, took a few steps closer towards me, and cupped both of my cheeks with his hands, joining our lips with a slow motion. Almost gasping in surprise, I couldn’t think of anything else but to kiss him back. Maybe he was just showing me how he felt instead of using words.

Almost too quickly, Harry started to walk us backwards until my back hit the nearest wall, his hands now meeting my waist. Resting my hands on his shoulders, I tried to get my heart rate to lower somehow, but his lips were making it impossible. They moved so perfectly against mine, it was incredible. And when his tongue met mine, massaging it gently, I almost lost my mind.

We stayed like that for what seemed to be the longest time, not even caring about the possibilities of my parents walking in at any moment. I was far away from reality, only caring about Harry and how close our bodies were, making me want more from him desperately. Harry’s lips pulled away from mine to meet the skin of my neck. Little nibs were placed on it, and it took all of my strength not to let out a few moans. But Harry was making it so hard to control myself. “H-Harry,” I breathed, earning a hum in response. “We shouldn’t be doing this”

He pulled away to look at me. His eyes were darker than usual. “Maybe we shouldn’t… but we want to”

And with that, he kissed me again before I could say anything else. I wasn’t going to, anyways, because he was right. I did want it, and I didn’t question it anymore as I grabbed the hem of his shirt and helped him take it off…


Gasping, I sat up straight on the bed. With my fast breathing, I looked around and came to my senses again. It was just a dream. I had a dream where I was making out with Harry! “Oh my God” I muttered, running both of my hands through my messy hair.

Do I really like him that much to be dreaming about him? To pretend that he doesn’t have a girlfriend so I can imagine myself together with him, instead? Damn…

I didn’t know it would be this bad. I was so convinced that it was just a stupid crush. That it would be easy to just shrug it off and move on to someone else. But even when I’m kissing Jared, I still think of Harry. Which sucks big time, because I just want to go back to the way it was before. When I was sure that there were no romantic feelings between us, just two best friends having fun together. But no. I just HAD to crush on him, didn’t I? And now he’s appearing in my dreams…

As I tried to rub the sleep out of my eyes, a knock came on the door. But before I could tell whoever it was to come in, the door opened, revealing mom. “What’s the point of knocking if you’re just gonna open the door anyway?” I said.

She chuckled. “Sorry, dear. I just wanted to let you know that breakfast is already ready, if you wanna go downstairs and eat”

I nodded. “‘Kay, thanks, mom”

With one last smile directed at me, she closed the door again and left. Getting out of the bed, I put my hair into a ponytail before heading downstairs, trying to shake away the dream that was still lingering in my mind…

***

At like 3:36pm, I was already ready to go (http://www.polyvore.com/visit/set?id=170598595). It was funny how I had a dream about Harry and now we were going to mee him at his house to go out and have a small dinner, celebrating dad’s birthday. Well, his birthday was tomorrow, but mom and Anne wanted to invite him to dinner because he was going out with his friends tomorrow. And I couldn’t say no because I wanted to spend some time with dad, of course. It wasn’t like I didn’t want to see Harry, but I would feel awkward seeing him after having a dream about him where we were making out and almost had sex. He didn’t have to know that, though.

So there I was, in my room, playing old GameCube games on the emulator that was installed in my computer, waiting for the others to finish getting ready. It was only a matter of minutes before mom opened the door, all dressed up. “Come on, we’re leaving” she said.

“Okay” I said before she left, leaving the door open.

Trying to ignore the sudden funny feeling in my stomach, I put on my shoes and headed downstairs, where Keith was grabbing his coat and mom was fixing dad’s tie. “For God’s sake, Lily, It’s fine!,” he said. “This is like the fourth time you fix it”

“I just want my husband to look handsome tonight!” She said wit a chuckle.

“What do you mean? I always look handsome” dad said.

Mom rolled her eyes, letting go of his tie. “Whatever. How do I look?”

“Beautiful, as always” he replied, grinning down at her. With her cheeks reddening more and more by the second, she slapped his chest playfully while letting out a quiet giggle.

“Ugh,” Keith fake gagged next to me, and my hand quickly went up to smack him on the back of his head. “Ow! What was that for?!”

“For ruining the moment” I answered.

“Wha… they didn’t even hear me! Look at them, they’re too caught up in each other!” he said, motioning to our parents who were now saying how much they love each other.

“You’ll be the same when you marry Gemma” I smirked at Keith.

“Shut up,” he muttered. But I knew that deep down he liked the idea. “Hey, can we go now?”

Mom and dad snapped out of their loving moment to look at Keith. “Oh!,” Mom exclaimed. “Right, of course! Let’s go, now”

***


When we arrived at Robin and Anne’s house, and said our hello’s and all, we hopped into Robin’s family van. It was pretty big so we all fit in nicely. Robin, of course, was driving while Anne was in the passenger’s seat; mom, dad, and Keith were in the middle row, and I was squeezing in between Gemma and Harry in the back seats. While the adults were having conversations between them, I was having small conversations with Gemma, Harry speaking up every now and then. I was so close to him and my mind kept leading me back to the dream. God, he looked amazing. His arm was resting against the top of the seat, right behind me, and if I leaned back a bit more the back of my neck would be touching his arm. So, I tried to straighten up as much as possible. “By the way, we really need to do something together,” Gemma said. “It’s been so long since we’ve been out, just us girls”

“I know, right? Most of the times we have a really annoying bug following us” I agreed, saying the last part a bit louder so Keith could hear it.

“I know you guys love to be with me” he said, taking his eyes off his phone so he could turn his head to look at us, smirking.

Gemma chuckled. “Of course we do. But we need our girl time, Keith”

“Whatever” Keith rolled his eyes playfully and went back to his phone.

“Besides,” Gemma spoke again, but more quietly. She leaned in a little bit more. “You have to tell me all about that Jared guy”

Whilst she let out a giggle, it was my turn to roll my eyes. “Okay” I whispered to her, to which she gave me a thumbs up.

I didn’t know if Harry heard what Gemma said, but if he did, then he didn’t show any signs of interest. Not that I wanted him to show interest… or did I?


Once we arrived at the restaurant, the waiter guided us to a table where we could all sit comfortably. It was located in the back of the room, and luckily it was next to the large window that gave you an amazing view of the sea. Even though the sky was already getting dark, it looked beautiful.

When the waiter left after telling us his name and that he’d be back later to take our orders, I buried my head in the menu, looking through the pictures and the names, and stopping to look at a good-looking pasta. As I did that, I could hear the others starting a conversation about how often they should come here. Gemma was checking her phone and was sitting across from me, while Keith took a seat next to her, and Harry, like before, was sitting next to me. We haven’t had an actual conversation yet, and I was already getting the idea that he was mad at me. But he wasn’t. We were just talking with each other’s siblings, that’s all.

For some reason, while I was taking a shower earlier, I suddenly wondered if Harry would be bringing Gina to have dinner with us. And boy, was I glad when I didn’t see her at his house. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t hate the bitch, but the night was definitely better off without her.

Several minutes later, while having small conversations apart from the adults’, the waiter came to take our orders, and I went with the pasta I’d seen earlier. I’ve never tried it before, but pasta never fails to impress me with its deliciousness. When everyone made up their minds and the waiter left once again, Gemma stood up all of a sudden. “Let’s go outside to have a closer look at the sea” she said.

“We can do that?” Keith asked confusedly.

Gemma pointed at a door that could be seen from the distance. “I saw people going through that door and heading outside. So yes, I’m pretty sure we can”

“Okay then,” I said, standing up as well, Keith and Harry also doing the same. I looked at the others. “Are you guys coming?”

“Oh, maybe later,” Mom said, Anne nodding in agreement. “We’ll let you know when the food arrives”

Nodding back, we started to walk away and heading towards the door. Gemma was right. It did lead you directly to the night breeze and the sound of waves crashing with the rocks. Inhaling deeply and then letting it out, I admired the beautiful sea, along with the others. Looking back, I realized that even though there was some distance, we could still see our table from the spot. But the adults were back in a conversation and they didn’t notice us. “This is amazing” Gemma said, standing next to Keith.

“It is,” Harry muttered. “I could build a tent and stay here all night”

“That’d be cool,” I agreed, not taking my eyes off the waves. “And we wouldn’t have to worry about the food, we could just sneak into the restaurant and cook our own meals without paying”

“Yeah” Harry chuckled.

“Can we get closer?,” Keith asked. “Like, can we stand on the rocks or something?”

“I think we can,” Gemma answered, looking around. “Look, there’s a couple right there, sitting near the rocks… and they’re making out”

When we spotted them as well, we let out a laugh at the same time. “I didn’t notice them before!” I said.

“Me neither,” Keith shook his head. “Should we interrupt them?”

“Don’t even think about it, Keith, they look really into it” Gemma grabbed his shirt before he could walk towards them.

He rolled his eyes. “Fine. But let’s get closer to the sea”

Nodding and smiling at him, Gemma took his hand and they started to walk together towards the huge rocks covering the path. “They look cute together” I couldn’t help but to say out loud.

“Who? Keith and Gemma or the other two?” Harry asked.

“Keith and Gemma. Those other two look like they’re going to devour each other at any moment” I said, chuckling at the last part.

“Well, maybe they just don’t have much time for each other. Or maybe they’re just too full to do anything else” Harry shrugged.

I laughed. “Right. It’s probably the second one”

“Yeah, It’s most likely that one,” he said, nodding. “Come on, let’s follow the other two”

“Good idea,” I said, the two of us following the same path that Gemma and Keith took. “We probably look like creeps staring at that couple making out”

“I don’t think they noticed us, though” he said. We were walking through the rocks now.

“Nope,” I said. “And I made a terrible mistake choosing this shoes”

Looking over his shoulder at me, he let out a soft laugh. Extending his hand for me to take, he said, “Well, we wouldn’t want you breaking your bones tonight, do we?”

Rolling my eyes at him, I grabbed his hand, ignoring the sudden excitement that started to bubble up inside me. “Well, excuse me for not knowing that we were going to spend some time walking through gigantic rocks!”

“I’m messing with you! Sheesh!,” he rolled his eyes dramatically. “If I knew that you’d get all sassy with me, I would’ve just kept my mouth shut!”

Laughing at him, I punched his shoulder. Thinking about it, I realized that I do that quite a lot. “I wasn’t being sassy, I was just saying!”

“Okay, okay!” He raised his free hand in defense. When I rolled my eyes, I felt our fingers intertwining, which made me feel a bit more nervous than I already was. But I tried to act as normal as possible.

Keith and Gemma were already enjoying the view while talking about God knows what. Decoding not to interrupt their cute little moment, Harry and I made sure to stand at least 15 feet away from them, because we knew that deep down they wanted to be alone. Of course they like each other. They’re just too stupid and don’t get together already!

Harry let out a sigh. “So… how are things with Jared?”

I turned to look at him. “You make it sound like we’re dating”

He gave a small shrug. “Well, you have been out on dates, right?”

“Just one”

And it went pretty great. The concert was amazing, and Jared and I were singing along to every single song. I liked that he was acting really silly and didn’t care about what other people said about him. He was just being himself and I loved it. At the end of the night, when he took me home, he gave me a small kiss before I could leave the car.

“So, you guys ARE dating… right?” He said.

I sighed this time. “I don’t know… maybe? He hasn’t asked me to be his girlfriend yet, so… I don’t know”

He chuckled. “Okay, I get it. Don’t worry”

“What about you and Gina?,” I asked automatically, clearing my throat after it came out sounding pretty rushed. “How are you two doing?”

“Oh,” he hid his hands inside his pockets. “Well, It’s good. I was actually going to invite her to be here with us, but she was going to be all day at her grandma’s house”

Thank God for her grandma…

“Well, that’s too bad. It would’ve been so great that she’d be here with us” and I’m being a hypocrite now.

“Yeah,” he said. “But, maybe on another occasion”

“Yeah, maybe” I nodded.

“So,” he continued. “You going to that Halloween party?”

I shrugged. “Maybe, if I’m feeling up for it that day”

“Yeah, me too,” he said. “But I don’t even know what costume I’ll wear”

“You can be a potato” I suggested.

He laughed loudly. “Henley, what the heck? Why a potato?”

“Why NOT a potato? That’s the real question” I grinned at him.

“I really don’t think they sell potato costumes around here” he said, shaking his head.

“You can make one-”

“I’m not dressing up as a potato, Henley!”

“Fine! Screw you, then!” I said loudly, which made him laugh.

“Are you really making a scene for this, Henley?! Over a potato costume?!” He almost shouted, trying to get the others’ attention. It worked. Even the couple stopped its make out session to see what it was.

“Well, if you could just wear it without complaining then I wouldn’t be making such a big deal out of it!” I said louder, trying hard not to laugh.

“Why do want me to wear a damn potato costume, huh?!” He said.

“It’s a family tradition! The boyfriend ALWAYS wears a potato costume for their first Halloween together!” I said.

By the look on Harry’s face, I knew that he was trying hard not to laugh. “Well, maybe I don’t wanna spend Halloween with you, you weirdo!”

“Fine, then, you won’t spend any more time with me because we’re over!”

“Best news I’ve heard in a long time!”

Before I could keep our little “fight” going, I looked back discreetly to the couple and see if they were still looking. To my surprise, there was nobody there. “Shit, Harry, they left”

Harry looked as well, letting out the laugh that he had been holding. “Oh my God, we should make a movie”

“I know, right?” I said, joining him in his laugh.

“Hey, you two!,” we heard Keith calling us. “What the heck just happened?”

“Nothing!” I told him.

When he waved his hand in a 'Whatever’ way, Harry and I looked at each other again and smiled big. “Can I tell you something?” He asked after seconds of silence.

I nodded almost too quickly. “Of course”

“I don’t think I can ever do this with Gina,” he said and I furrowed my eyebrows. “I mean, don’t get me wrong, she’s really nice and I like her a lot, but… our conversations are so different. With you, I can literally say anything that comes to my mind and we could turn it into a ten page essay. But with her, our conversations are much… shorter, and… not as interesting as the ones I have with you, or with Niall, or with Liam, or with… anyone else, really”

I couldn’t help but to laugh at the last part. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t be laughing. It’s just that it sounded funny”

He playfully rolled his eyes at me. “Well, I don’t really know how to help you on this one,” I said. “Have you tried to keep up a conversation?”

“Of course, lots of times,” he answered. “But it always ends up in an awkward silence… so I just kiss her, or hug her…”

“Yeah, great way to avoid the awkwardness” I said.

“I guess” he chuckled, scratching the back of his neck.

“But, who knows? You guys are just starting. Give it some time, I’m sure you’ll be able to talk about anything after a while” I told him, giving his back a light pat.

Giving me a closed-mouth smile, he nodded. “Yeah, you’re right”

“I know I am” I smiled proudly.

“Whatever,” he said, making me laugh. “We should probably get back to inside”

“Yeah, let’s go” I said, waving at the other two, who seemed to catch on quickly.

Harry and I started to make our way towards the restaurant. But, as I was about to take another step, I tripped over a small rock because I was too distracted to notice it. Letting out a small, surprised squeal, I thought that my face would hit the sand at any second. That was until I felt a pair of arms grabbing me by the waist before I could land flat on the ground, and soon I found myself staring into Harry’s green eyes instead of the dark night. “Oh my God, Henley, what just happened there?” He asked worriedly.

“I-I… I tripped” I replied, placing my hands on his shoulders.

“Are you okay?” He asked, the two of us standing straight, but his arms weren’t leaving my waist yet.

I nodded instead of talking. I was already getting too lost in his orbs, because we were too close to each other. And I was already getting nervous. That was the effect that Harry had on me. “You scared me for a moment” he breathed out. His breath hit my face softly.

I let out a small chuckle. “I’ll try not to do it again”

When he smiled at me was when I almost lost it. I’ve always said that Harry had one of the most beautiful smiles in the entire galaxy, way before I started to have romantic feelings for him. Because it was true! His smile was so near perfection, I was almost jealous of it! And as the time passed by, Harry was getting even more beautiful, so his smile right now was breathtaking.

But that smile vanished slowly and very suddenly, and his eyebrows furrowed while his grasp on me got slightly tighter. Noticing how his expression changed so quickly, I rubbed his arm with my hand, as if I was trying to get his attention back. “Harry, are you alright?”

His eyes moving from my eyes to my lips constantly, he nodded reassuringly. “Yeah… yeah, I’m alright”

“You just seemed worried about something all of a sudden, or…”

“No, no, I’m fine, really, I just… I’m pretty hungry” he said with shrug.

“Oh, okay, then,” I said, realizing now that Gemma and Keith had already arrived at the restaurant. “Well, let’s go so we can eat!”

And when he nodded in agreement, we went back to the restaurant.