i skip day 14 because i was in my friend's house all day and i got home just this morning so

Nightmare Before Christmas

Shout out to @petalstofish for BETAing and explaining Tumblr and @beks21 for telling me it didn’t totally suck. 

Prompt for Jily October:  It’s Halloween at Hogwarts but Lily’s already humming Christmas music on rounds and James wants to kill her.

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It is a fact universally acknowledged that come October, people can be divided into two factions.

Those who live for leaf piles, pumpkin patches and Halloween.

And those who turn the calendar to October 1 and begin the 84 day countdown to Christmas.

Now, James Potter always paid particular attention to Lily Evans. Somehow though, October had always been an exception to this rule. Because James Potter lived for the bliss of cooler weather, the beginning of quidditch and planning the annual Halloween prank. In the month of October, James had other things on his mind thankyouverymuch and couldn’t be bothered to know what kind of October person Lily Evans was. 

He knew, of course that her eyes sparked the most in the winter. She practically glowed in January, especially on her birthday week. He knew she was melancholy in March, whimsical in April and that she would take any dare she was given and make you regret it in July.

Through no fault of his own, James had missed the inaugural pronouncement of “84 Days until Christmas” on October 1st in their first year due to an unfortunate accident with the giant squid; missed the distribution of “pre pre Christmas cookie taste test” on October 11th their second year (detention); the Christmas tree catastrophe of their third year (quidditch); the Christmas knitting party in fourth year (quidditch); the mistletoe mishap of fifth year (holding a leaf in your mouth for a month sucks); and he was unaware of the failed 84 day advent calendar of sixth year (the giant squid really needed to give a man a break).

So when James picked Lily up for rounds he was taken aback when he heard her singing “Good King Wenceslas” in their office.

 “Lily… are you ready? It’s time for rounds!”

 As she flung the door open James swore he smelled pine, gingerbread and plum.

 She responded with too much enthusiasm for a Tuesday, “Oh yes sorry! Lost track of time. Tis the season, you know?”

“Right. Well shall we take the usual route?”

“Of course!” She said with a overly cheery laugh and off they went. 

Rounds were the usual banter and discussion of quidditch, classes and gossip. Near the end of the second hour however, Lily began to hum. Now, Lily always started humming when they’d run out of typical conversation and normally James enjoyed it. She’d introduced him to at least five new bands in the few months they’d been dating. But tonight, tonight surprised him. He swore he must be having some sort of auditory hallucination. At first it was “Good King Wenceslas” which he figured could be a tune that had a variety of lyrics. By the time they got to astronomy tower though, James was positive Lily was humming “Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas.”

He racked his brain on how to approach this. They’d entered a tentative friendship at the beginning of sixth year and had fallen easily into something more than friends over the summer (a man can only stand being bested in Muggle poker for so long before he has to make a move). They hadn’t had a fight since they started dating and he didn’t want to start now.

“Hey Lils…what’s today?”

The humming stopped. “October 3rd- only..” 

“28 days until Halloween I know”

“Right! I forgot! I was going to say only…”

But they were interrupted as was typical of rounds by an excited couple and the conversation was cut short. After losing rock-paper-scissors (14/25) James had to fill the appropriate paperwork, owl the heads of house and create the rounds schedule for the next two weeks.

He was halfway to the kitchens for a pick me up when he decided he needed to seek the advice of one Remus John Lupin.

The dorm was a mess as usual and he was unsurprised to find Remus studying, Sirius braiding his hair and Peter trying to beat himself in Wizard Chess.

“Ah ha!” Exclaimed Sirius “The prodigal Prongs returns”

“Did we have a meeting planned?” squeaked Peter as his knight destroyed his other knight. 

“No, no. I just finished rounds.”

“And how were rounds?”


 Sirius twisted his expression, “Interesting, what did you and Evans catch Filch and McGonagall in the astronomy tower or something and felt the need to tell us all the gory details?”

“No! God No…I just….” He can’t quite define why he is so bothered by the events that transpired so he starts, “Well rounds were great as usual… but then Lily starting humming”

“alas-“ exclaimed Sirius “not the humming! Not the waxing poetic ‘Pads I swear it feels like home’ humming!” 

“How shall you survive the humming?” Peter agreed dramatically, following Sirius’ playful jest.

“I never thought humming could be beautiful until rounds with Lily Evans.” Sirius mimicked James’ voice and James frown deepened.

Peter clasped his hands like he was praying and said through snorts of laughter, “And I just keep thinking I could hear that humming to our child as she puts them to sleep.”

“Oi! I never said the bit about rocking a kid to sleep”

“Yes you did” was the chorused reply

“Right, well normally I enjoy her humming. But tonight she bloody well went through every Christmas tune known to man.”

The response was not what James had expected. He had expected protesting, outrage at the blasphemy and Sirius dramatically storming toward the head suite to have one of his “chats with Evans”.

 He did not expect Remus to simply pick his book back up, Peter to laugh and Sirius to say “Right. Well- you know how Evans gets”

 “No I do not know “how she gets”. It’s October 3rd. We are nowhere near the reasonable time to begin singing Christmas songs”

 Remus shrugged, “I’m with you mate, but for Lily that timeline is different. I mean the girl begins knitting Christmas jumpers in July”

“I think the worst was in third year when she tried to teach me how to knit”

“Honestly Wormtail it isn’t that hard to cast off. Evans did turn your monstrosity into a lovely scarf” 

“I do love that scarf” Peter said wistfully.

 “Personally I think her worst attempt was last years advent calendar” Remus added, unhelpfully.

Just as the conversation was about to spin totally out of control James countered “What. The. Bloody. Hell. Are. You. Lot. On. About.  I know everything about Lily Evans. I would know- I would have to know if she was a - a- “

He couldn’t finish his sentence so Sirius finished it for him, “Pumpkin abusing, Halloween skipping, heinous pre Christmasophile?”

“YES! How could I miss such a glaring flaw?”

 “Lilytober” they chorused again

“Stop speaking all at once!”

“Remus you tell him” Peter motioned pathetically to James.

 Calmly, Remus set down his book and started “Lilytober is the great and time honored tradition where one James Potter does not mention Lily Evans for 31 days because he is manically preparing for quidditch, the annual pumpkin carving contest and the Halloween prank. In his absence, Lily Evans pushes her pre Christmas agenda on all of us but we do not mention it because it’s a fair trade to have 31 days of rant free bliss”

“We, of course, knew that this year would be different since you finally got Lily to agree to go out with you” Sirius said, “Lilytober- may it live in our hearts forever and ever”

Ignoring this James said “So, you mean to tell me….everyone…..everyone in Gryffindor tower knows that Lily Evans is an absolute Christmas nutter who ignores the sacred month of October and all that autumn holds except me?”

“All of Hogwarts knows Prongs”, Peter added unhelpfully.

James pressed his fingers to his temples, “I need a drink. Or 5. Or to reevaluate the kind of woman I fall for.”

How there always seemed to be a stockpile of Firewhiskey in the dorm, James would never know but he was appreciative of Sirius and his ability to keep a constant and much needed supply. 

On the 5th shot James had an epiphany , “I’ll just convert her!”

On shot number 6 Sirius responded “Convert her to what? You’re talking crazy mate”

“No, no, listen. I converted Lily from borderline hating me to being my girlfriend. Making her see that October is for spooky things and not Christmas should be easy. I just have to show her all that October can offer. Pumpkin carving, setting off explosives, scaring first years. Come October 31st we will never remember Lily unnecessarily singing ‘Good King Wenceslas’ on October Third Again”

“Good luck with that mate” Sirius said into shot number 7.

The next morning dawned bright and early and although they had planned a lie in to deal with their hangovers they were awoken by the smell of coffee and someone singing

“Good Christian men rejoice

With heart and soul and voice!

Give ye heed to what we say

News! News!

Jesus Christ is born today!

Ox and ass before Him bow

And He is in the manger now

Christ is born today!

Christ is born today!”

 Amidst the groans and complaints of “Fuck, Evans, it’s only Wednesday” James heard the love of his life respond “Wake up gents, I’ve got coffee and hangover potion and Minnie is already looking for you Sirius so you better get up and at them” before she kissed him on the head told him “see you in potions” and whisked out the door. 

“How does Lily always know when we’ve been drinking?” Peter asked, pulling pumpkin pasty from nowhere and taking a large bite

“James never tells her goodnight on our drinking nights so she always prepares a ‘Hangover Cart’” replied Remus grabbing the sole cup of tea.

Sirius’ grey eyes looked at the hangover cure lovingly, “Moony, if I ever leave you for someone it will be that mad Christmas bird. We’d be dead without her”

James chucked his sock at Sirius playfully, “Oi! That’s my mad Christmas bird”

After a day of too many loud noises, bright lights and general discomfort, James decided that Operation Spooky Lily could wait until the weekend.  He had much too much homework, his quidditch team was looking like rubbish and they didn’t even have a draft of the big Halloween prank. So it was on the way to Hogsmeade on October 7th that operation October went into effect.

As they walked down the path to the village James took Lily on a detour to Hagrid’s pumpkin patch.

 “I thought we could skip Hogsmeade today and celebrate the beginning of October properly, by carving pumpkins and roasting seeds” James told her as he pulled her from the usual path.

“But James, I wanted to go to Madame Puddifoots and snuggle- we haven’t  been to Hogsmeade since we became official” Lily whined, but with a twinkle in her eyes that made him retaliate with a slight pinch on her side.

 “I don’t know why I started dating someone as sarcastic as my best mate.”

“Because your best mate was already dating your other best mate and Peter is just there as a cute accessory?” Lily guessed.

“I’ll have you know Peter brings a lot to our group dynamic.”

Lily just rolled her eyes, let go of his hand yelling “race you” before running to the pumpkin patch. 

James Potter learned that afternoon that Lily Evans had never carved a pumpkin or eaten pumpkin seeds. After recovering from this shock, he promptly showed her “the proper way” to cut and gut her pumpkin (he was glad Sirius wasn’t around or there would’ve been a 4 hour debate). After two hours of carving, throwing slime on each other and catching roasted pumpkin seeds; they revealed their masterpieces to each other.

James had carved an elaborate black cat wearing a witches hat that looked suspiciously like McGonagall. Lily had carved a shape that looked suspiciously like Santa Clause. 

“Lil- is that”

“Santa? You know him? I wasn’t sure if it was just a Muggle thing or-why are you looking at me like that? I know his beard is a little off but I think the hat is clear enough”

She looked so pleased with herself and worried about his approval, the rant bubbling up from his core died on his lips.

“It looks brilliant. Now let’s go drop them on some Slytherin’s heads” 

After thoroughly checking off “pumpkin carving prank” on the Operation October checklist, James knocked out “haunted house” , “leaf piles”, “dying Mrs. Norris black” and “charming all the cauldrons into jack o lanterns” with Lily at his side in no less than two weeks.

Things were going so splendidly James often forgot there was an operation unless one of the boys asked. It was October, he was pretty sure he was in love and his Quidditch team had never looked better. Nothing could take James Potter down.

That was of course until the morning of October 21, the day of the Gryffindor/Slytherin match when his beautiful girlfriend came to breakfast, not in the agreed upon James Potter quidditch jumper she had worn to matches since February 6th year after an unfortunate accident at breakfast but a blinking twinkling jumper that had a red nosed deer embellished on it.

Taking a deep breath, counting to ten and trying to not curse James prompted “Lily, dearest…what are you wearing?”

“My October 21 jumper. It’s Rudolph the red nosed reindeer’s birthday and I wear it every year”

“Lily” James said through gritted teeth,  “It’s a Quidditch day”

“You’ll survive one game without me wearing your ‘lucky jumper’”

“Rudolph will survive one year without you wearing a bloody Christmas jumper in October!!!” 

Lily drew back, “James Potter I do not like your tone.”

This, for some reason was the last straw, “Look- if you’re not going to wear my jumper and insist upon wearing that blasphemy in October then don’t even come to the match, alright?”

“Fine” Lily said coolly, “but don’t expect me to show up to the post match party either”

And then she left. James watched her go.

Miraculously and despite his girlfriend’s absence and refusal to wear the proper attire- Gryffindor won. James was so thrilled (and trashed) he had completely forgotten why and what they had fought about until he asked Marlene “where’s Lily?” and Marlene started shouting about reindeer and birthdays and “if you can’t love October Lily you don’t deserve Summer Lily” and shouting until his head hurt.

His only response was “It’s bloody October and no reasonable person should even look at a Christmas jumper until November 1 and you can tell her that.”

The party died down soon after and James did not emerge from his room the next day. He was doing what any reasonable bloke in a fight with his girlfriend would do, hide and avoid.

This was going remarkably well. He only ate in the kitchens, arrived to all classes at the last possible second and left as soon as the bell rang. He even switched with Remus to do

Wednesday night rounds so he wouldn’t have to be alone with Lily that Friday. He was sure he could successfully avoid her until graduation even instead of Benji Fenwick waiting for him in the great hall, there in a hideous Christmas jumper stood one Lily Evans.

“I thought Remus had rounds” she said in her Best Head Girl voice.

“He did. We switched”

“If I was going to be stuck with one of your lot for rounds I wanted Remus”

 “Your lot again, is it?”

“Let’s just do rounds I’m too tired to do this now.”

“Nice jumper.”

 “Thanks. It’s my ‘two months till Christmas’ jumper” 

Rounds had never been so awkward. Their interactions had never been so awkward. Total silence. So when Lily started humming James was almost relieved. That is until he realized what it was.

 “Can you stop humming please?”

She did. Two minutes later however she started singing “Oh the weather outside is frightful”


“But the fire is so delightful”


 “And since we’ve no place to go”

“Please.” he asked weakly.


“WOULD YOU BLOODY STOP. I don’t understand how the girl I’m dating could possibly sing that song on October 25.”

Lily crossed her arms and smirked, “The best way to spread Christmas cheer is singing loud to all to hear!”


“it’s only -“

“I don’t care how many days it is till Christmas. I don’t care about your ruddy jumpers. I just care that Halloween is in a week and for no discernible reason you have decided that my favorite holiday should be besmirched with Santa and Rudolph!”

Lily tossed her red hair over one shoulder, “I just love Christmas. Christmas is my favorite” 

“Christmas has enough! It has a whole church season! Halloween doesn’t have anything.”


Taking a step back, James said “maybe we should just- take a break until November”

“No,” Lily stated, “if we can’t even resolve this fight we should just end it. It was good while it lasted but maybe this is a sign.”

For the second time in less than a week, Lily left and James let her.

 The next 7 days were transformative. It felt like 5th year again. Lily and James existing in separate bubbles. She was as good (if not better) than James at avoidance a fact he was more aware of because Sirius kept complaining of “that red-headed banshee trying to get out of our much needed ‘Chat with Evans’”

On Halloween morning, James couldn’t even be encouraged by their impending Best Prank Ever when the final nail in his coffin was delivered by Lily Evans flirting with Some Ravenclaw Bloke. Lily Evans who was a vision in some Christmas jumper that he was sure she called “her Halloween Christmas jumper”. Some Ravenclaw Bloke has just made her laugh and she was leaning over his shoulder to look at something. James realized he hadn’t looked at her in over a week and he had forgotten how lovely she was.

“That is it!” Sirius exclaimed.

Sirius threw down his bacon and stalked over to Lily, told Some Ravenclaw Bloke to “get bent” and dragged the redhead from the dining hall to what James was sure would be the most terrible “Chat with Evans” of all time.

As he started to imagine the lecture Lily was sure to get regarding Some Ravenclaw Bloke his thoughts were interrupted by Remus

“You know I hate to meddle Prongs but maybe you need to rethink this whole argument”

“It’s October Remus” 

“I know but maybe this is Lily’s Thing.”


 “The Thing you have to accept and then maybe try and understand. Lily didn’t get quidditch and was against it until she became our friend. She doesn’t like that you broke the law to help with my furry little problem but she respects it. You’ve got Things that she accepts about you.”

“She never told me she had a problem with any of that.”

Remus stared at James pointedly, “Because she loves you, you idiot, and didn’t want you to feel guiltier than you do.” 

James swallowed deeply, “I’ve fucked up.”

Returning to his crossword, Remus said “I’d dare say you have.”

 “What do I do Remus?”

 “A grand dramatic gesture should do the trick.”

“But when?”

“The post feast party tonight. I’d say the actual feast but Lily is taking Samuel’s shift for rounds.”

“Who the bloody hell is Samuel?”

“The Ravenclaw she was talking to- he’s a prefect and wants to enjoy the feast with his boyfriend. Honestly, I thought you were head boy?”

After the realization that Some Ravenclaw Bloke was alright, James and Remus started plotting. Peter joined them after divination and at their lunch break in the kitchens Sirius arrived looking grim but smug.

“How was the ‘Chat with Evans’” Remus asked

“Bird is bloody stubborn. I also told Some Ravenclaw Bloke to leave my mates girl alone”

“who?” Asked Peter the same time James said “she’s not my girl”

“Samuel” Remus responded and there was a firm “Yes she is” from Sirius

“She won’t be if we don’t get the fuck to work” mumbled James.

The feast was excellent, the Best Prank Ever went off without a hitch and got a standing ovation from all the houses and professors. The fireworks were successful and didn’t catch anyone on fire. In the Gryffindor Common Room the Halloween Costume Party was in full swing. The Grand Romantic Gesture was all set up but the lady to woo was nowhere to be found. James felt absolutely ridiculous in his costume but Remus assured him it was the right choice. He was ready to abandon all hope when he heard a “trick or treat” from behind him.

He turned around to see the sexiest pumpkin of all time. Lily was wearing green tights and a ridiculous pumpkin costume. She was perfect and all James could say was “Ho ho ho, Merry Christmas” through his pull on beard. With these words all the floating pumpkins began to sing

“We wish you a Merry Christmas

We wish you a Merry Christmas

We wish you a Merry Christmas

And a Happy Halloween!”

“I’m sorry” they said together

 then, “I love you”

Lily said with a laugh, “Happy Halloween, Potter”

“Happy Christmas, Lily”

And then they kissed.

Once James took off the beard.

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Summary: Blaine’s parents are away from home a lot. Which he’s never really thought of as a problem, until now. 

Notes: Diverges from canon during and after 4x22. Because I started writing it before Cory Monteith’s death, Finn is still alive in this story, but is mentioned only in passing.

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The day Blaine Anderson’s life changed forever started like any normal Tuesday. Wake up, get ready for the day, and text his parents good morning. Heading to school now!They didn’t respond, but that wasn’t unusual either. They were less insistent on it this year, now that he was eighteen. 

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Once in a Lifetime: A Harry Styles AU Imagine Series


Hello everyone! I am so so sorry for making you wait for so long! I was on vacation and then I had to think about how I wanted to execute this chapter cause it goes back and forth a lot! SOOOO forgive me! I promise I will update with another chapter within the week!

Chapter 3: The Way Love Happened

Fallin’ for You by Colbie Caillat

January 2009: Holmes Chapel

Harry’s POV

It has been almost two weeks since I’ve seen Y/N.

She has been in the States for her ‘vacation’…well that’s what she called it; it was just a college visit in my opinion.

I was excited to see my best friend because I haven’t since I officially made her my girlfriend on Christmas Eve.

Wow, I can’t believe I get to call her my girlfriend. The person I’ve been in love with since I was a kid; well I know I still am one. I might only be 14 but I knew with everything I had, that I was in love with her and she would be the person I would spend the rest of my life with.

On the first day back at school from Winter break, I waited outside the front steps of the main building for Y/N.

I saw her mum’s red BMW pull up a few yards from where I was and stood up. Y/N stepped out of the car and waved at her mother as she took off. Her mum saw me and waved before she disappeared down the street. Her dad may have a problem with me, but her mum never did, or at least I didn’t think so.

“Harry!” Y/N’s voice snapped me out of my thoughts.

“Hey!” I gave her a hug and kissed her cheek.

“I have so much to tell you!” She said excitedly after she kissed me on my cheek.

“Good, cause I want to hear everything.” I laced my hand in hers as we walked up the steps and into the double doors.

Y/N and I haven’t had classes together since primary school. She was genius and was taking classes with kids older than us, while I was just doing the normal classes for my age, but I always made sure to walk her to class first. I never cared if I was late, but she always had to be on time or it would drive her insane.

During school days, the only time I ever saw her was lunch hour and a few times in between classes. Lately, when I’m not working after school, we would stay after to study or just to hang out since her parents have been home; usually, we would go to each other’s houses but I honestly didn’t want to see her dad.

We sat together with a couple other classmates during lunch and she continued to talk about her week in Boston. I could listen to her for hours, I loved her voice and I nothing made me happier than seeing her happy.

“The campus was so beautiful! I love the vintage buildings that the college kept and I can’t wait to get my own place when I’m there… I can’t believe I’ll be going there in 2011! Well hopefully…” She grinned as she opened her lunch box.

“2011? We don’t graduate until 2012.” Our classmate, Chelsea, raised her eyebrow.

“Yeah! I’m graduating early, I will be finished with sixth form (junior & senior year) and graduate by June of 2011.” She took a bite of an orange slice.

“What?! Seriously? I’m still in secondary classes (freshman & sophomore year) though!” James, another class mate, eye widened.

“Well Y/N’s been skipping ahead for as long as I could remember so that doesn’t surprise me.” I shrugged and laced my hand in hers under the table.

“So when did you two start having a thing?” Chelsea winked at us.

“Yeah the whole school’s been whispering about it!” James nodded.

I could see Y/N’s face turning pink, I didn’t blame her, this was new to the both of us.

“It just happened.” I took a bite of my sandwich.

“Well you two are pretty much inseparable, it was only a matter of time before you guys finally got together.” James nonchalantly said.

“What! We aren’t together tha-” She began.

“Well what can I say? She couldn’t resist my charm anymore.” I stuck my tongue out at her and winked at our classmates.

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February 2019: Manhattan, New York

Your POV

“Oh shit, I’m going to be late.” I muttered under my breath as I looked down at my watch: 7:55am. I was waiting for my daily morning Starbucks to finish being made as I scrolled through the New York Times app. I was supposed to be at work at 8, but I knew that it was a good 10 minute walk from this Starbucks to the hospital.

“Soy caramel latte!” The barista shouted and I immediately hurried to the pick-up counter and grabbed the hot cup of coffee.

I was half-way out the door when someone accidentally bumped into me, causing my coffee to spill all over my pencil skirt and blouse.

“Ouch! Shit! Hot- hot-hot!” I held the coffee cup away from my body, my hair all fell in my face as I looked down at my now ruined outfit.

“Oh damn! I am so, so, sorry!” A deep British accent apologized as I saw a man’s hand dabbing at my skirt with napkins, repeatedly.

What… is… he… doing…?

I looked up to see a beautiful, dark haired man in a nice pair of black slacks and white button up shirt, frantically cleaning my skirt. He didn’t realize where his hands were until I completely stopped and just stared at him.

It finally hit him and he stood up straight, looked me in the eyes and blushed.

“I am so sorry, I wasn’t looking where I was going, please forgive me!” He said as he handed me the rest of the napkins.

“Ah-mmm it’s okay. It’s fine, I think I have another outfit in my office.” I visualized my office remembering that I did have a full pant suit in there.

“Please, no, let me make it up to you. How about lunch? On me?” He flashed me a smile as he slicked his hair back with his fingers.

I didn’t know how to respond, I think I was blushing. 

He was absolutely gorgeous. He was definitely mixed since he didn’t look like he was just British… Middle Eastern maybe? His skin tone was tan and his eyes were light brown; he had a clean, well-kept beard and his hair had a unique style: buzzed cut on the bottom half of his head and long at the top half and lazily slicked back.

“I’m Zayn by the way.” He held out his hand and I gracefully shook it.

I haven’t been interested in or so much as looked at a guy in years.

“I’m Y/N,” I blushed.

“Y/N? Beautiful name. How about Saturday?” He pulled out a small business card and handed it to me, “Stop by any time and let me repay you for ruining your outfit.”

“Okay.” I slowly nodded and looked into his eyes.

“Looking forward to seeing you,” He winked then pushed the door open and left.

I stood there staring at the coffee and napkins in one hand and his card in the other.

I looked down at the business card: Luhring Augustine. Whoa, that’s a really well-known art gallery here in New York, I moved my thumb to see his information.

Zayn Malik, Art Curator & Manager
Cell: xxx-xxx-xxxx
Work: xxx-xxx-xxxx

Art curator?


I quickly checked my watch again: 8:08am.


I am definitely late now.

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January 2009: Holmes Chapel

Your POV

Tonight was my first official date with Harry and I was absolutely nervous. A complete mess.

Even though he’s been my best friend for over nine years, things were slowly starting to be different between us.

He was more loving, more sweet and romantic. Granted he was still silly, cracking jokes, being cheesy, always baking, but I could feel that he was more attentive to my feelings and emotions.

A week after school started again, Harry asked if he could take me on a date and I happily agreed, not realizing how nervous I would be.

My parents thought I was going to the movies with Chelsea, but little did they know, I would be going on my first official date. Anne was picking me up and dropping us off in town; she didn’t know that my parents had a problem with Harry. I begged him not to tell her, I didn’t want her to be upset.

I decided to wear a simple dress with flats and a long necklace with a heart pendant that dangled between my chest.

At 7pm the doorbell to my house rang, I grabbed my purse and I raced downstairs to answer.

“Y/N, you look amazing.” Harry slowly breathed as I stepped out of my house.

“Harry, you see me all the time.” I hurried and closed the door behind me, I was glad my parents were upstairs in their room.

“And you always look amazing.” He kissed my cheek.

I just blushsed and shook my head, “You don’t look too bad yourself.” Harry was wearing a navy blue button up shirt with jeans.

“So what are we doing tonight?” I asked as we walked towards Anne’s car, which she was waiting for us in my driveway.

“It’s a surprise.” He winked as he opened the back car door for me and then slid in after me.

“Hi Anne!” I leaned forward and kissed her cheek before I settled in the back seat and buckled my seatbelt.

“Oh Y/N! You look lovely darling!” She squealed as she looked at my outfit.

“Thank you!” I blushed and looked over at Harry who was nodding in agreement.

Anne had pulled up to W Manderville Bakery. I shot a confused took at Harry but he smiled back at me.

“Thanks for driving us mom! See you in a few hours!” He opened the door and held his hand out for me to take.

“Bye Anne! Thank you for driving us!”

“No problem dears! Have fun!” She waved and winked at us.

After she drove up, I turned to Harry, “What are we doing at your job?”

“Stop asking so many questions.” He laced my hand in his and guided me towards the door of the closed bakery.

I was surprised when the door wasn’t even locked as he turned the knob and lead me inside.

The bakery was closed but there was a table set up with origami napkins, silverware and two chairs with candles and a single red rose in the middle.

“Harry… what… is all this?” I gasped. There were a few candles lit that was set up around the bakery and I saw a lady standing behind the counter, beaming at us.

“This is Linda, she is one of my bosses!” Harry introduced us.

“Hi! I’m Y/N.” I shook her hand.

“Oh! I’ve heard so many wonderful things about you! It’s so nice to finally meet you!” She shook mine.

Harry walked over to the table and pulled a chair out, “Come, sit.”

I nervously walked towards him and sat down as he pushed the chair under me.

“I’ll be right back.” He smiled as he and Linda hurried to the back of the bakery through the swinging door.

I fiddled with the hem of my dress, nervously biting my bottom lip, as I scanned the bakery.

Harry definitely tried his best to make this as romantic as possible. One single red rose, just the way I would like it, he knew a bouquet would overwhelm me. There were dessert scented candles all around the bakery.

Harry came through the swinging door with four dishes in his hands. He placed one salad plate and pasta dish in front of me and the same two in front of his seat. He rushed back through the double doors and came out with a basket of garlic knots.

I looked down at the pasta dish in front of me, it smelled absolutely delicious.

“Did you… make this?” I looked at Harry in awe.

“Yeah, I realized that I’m always baking for you, but I’ve never cooked for you before.” He grinned, “For dinner tonight: hand tossed salad with a homemade dressing by yours truly, baked ziti with garlic knots.”

“Wow Harry, you didn’t have to do all of this.” I blushed.

“I know I don’t have too, but I want too. You’re special to me. Now eat up!”

Harry and I spent all of dinner talking about our future plans while we laughed and joked. Everything was delicious. I was really impressed with his cooking skills. For a fourteen year old, Harry knew exactly what he was doing in the kitchen.

Harry told me that he dreamed to own his own bakery one day, which I’ve always known; he said he didn’t care where, but he hopes it will be in New York, London or Italy. He told me that he really wants to go to this amazing culinary and pastry school in France called Ferrandi. He explained that not only is it hard to get in, it is also very expensive for the two year program and he knows that his mum wouldn’t be able to afford it which was why he was working so hard, to save up money for his tuition.

“I really want to make my mum proud, I really want to be a renowned pastry chef, it’s my dream.” Harry set his fork down after he finished his pasta, watching me finish mine.

“Your mum would be proud of you no matter what Harry, and I KNOW you’re going to get in, I believe in you.”

“Yeah?” He looked me in the eyes from across the table.

“Yeah.” I set my fork down.

Harry reached across the table and held my hand, “I want you to be proud of me too.”

“I already am.” My eyes locked with his.

“No, seriously… I know you’re going to be this amazing doctor one day… and you’re going to discover the cure to cancer or something, so you know, I have to make sure my pastries are the best in the world, gotta keep up with you.” He beamed.

“Oh shut up.” I rolled my eyes.

Harry cleared the pasta plates and then he came out with a plate of assorted desserts.

“Harry… you’re going to make me fat.” I shook my head.

“That’s quite alright, I’ll still love you.” He grinned.

Love? Did he just say he loves me?

I brushed it off and grabbed a powered sugar covered brownie cube and took a bite.

“I think… I’m in heaven.” I moaned as the chocolate dissolved in my mouth, it was the best brownie I’ve ever had. Total perfection.

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February 2019: Manhattan, New York

Your POV

Saturday, I was off work and grabbing a cup of coffee with Eleanor and Sophia as we caught up for the week.

“What are your plans for the day?” Eleanor asked as we sat down at a table at Starbucks.

“I think I’m going to swing by Luhring Augstine art gallery…” I sipped on my iced latte.

I was curious to see what pieces they had this year at Luhring Augustine and it didn’t hurt that the hot curator owed me a lunch.

“What…? Alone? But we usually check out art galleries together on girl’s night!” Sophia frowned.

“Well the curator slash manager there owes me lunch and he told me to stop by today…” I smiled, knowing that this was the first time in all the years that we’ve been friends, that I have brought up a guy. They tried setting me up before but it never worked out; this time I was the one to bring up a guy for myself.

“HE?! WHAT?!” Eleanor and Sophia stared at me with their jaws dropped.

I quickly explained what happened and then pulled out Zayn’s business card for them to see.

“Oh my god! What does he look like? Is he cute?” Eleanor squealed.

“Mmmm… he’s more than cute, he’s gorgeous.” I blushed recalling his dark hair and light brown eyes and incredible smile.

“I am so excited for you! You have to call after and tell us everything bitch!” Sophia lightly hit my arm.

“Of course, of course…” I nodded.

Around 2pm I walked in the front doors of Luhring Augustine and made my way around the gallery, gazing at each piece. I was pretty amazed by the collection and was considering buying a piece that caught my attention, but I didn’t recognize the artist’s signature.

“Interesting piece isn’t it?” I heard a familiar deep British accent from over my shoulders and turned my head to see him walk up next to me.

“Hi, I’m really glad you came.” He smiled at me, making me blush.

“Hi… and yes, I really love it, is it for sale?” I turned back to the piece. It was colorful, exciting, it broke boundaries and I felt like the artist was trying to send a message that life is about coloring outside the lines and breaking down barriers.

“You want to buy it?” He sounded surprised.

“Yeah… why is it in the back of the gallery? This should definitely be in the front.” I turned my body towards him.

“If you want it, I can just give it to you, on the house.” Zayn said as he held out his hand, leading me towards the door.

“No way! I can’t accept that- why- why would you? What would the artist say?”

“Well you’re looking at him and I say, that I would like you to have it.” He flashed me a smile as he held open the door.

“You painted that? You’re an artist as well?!” Wow, I was definitely impressed.

“Yeah! Well I’m not good, but since I’m the manager of this gallery, I hang one of my own every once in a while to see how it gets received.” He walked along side me, matching my pace.

“Oh… well, okay then accept a donation at least, I can’t just take the piece.”

“A donation? That’s very generous of you. I think my boss would be very happy with that.” He chuckled.

Zayn lead me to a nice cafe and asked for a booth. After we both ordered something to eat and drink, he began asking me questions, trying to get to know me.

“So Y/N… tell me, what it is that you do? Well actually can I try to guess?” He licked his lips after he took a sip of his cappuccino. 

I let out a little laugh, “Sure, you can guess.”

“Well you were in a business outfit the other day, but today… you’re in a dress. Which you look absolutely stunning if I might add…” His words made me blush.

“An accountant?”

I let out a little laugh, “No, definitely not, too boring.”

“Agreed… hrmm… a lawyer?”

“What? Lawyer?” I was a bit shocked.

“Okay, I’m terrible at this guessing, I don’t know why I even wanted to try.” He covered half his face in embarrassment.

“No, you’re amusing me!” I flashed him a grin.

“Well I give up.” He shrugged.

“I’m an oncologist. I specialize in pediatrics if you want me to be more specific.” I thanked the waitress for bringing out our food.

“You’re a doctor? No way! I would’ve never guessed that.” He took a sip of his cappuccino and grabbed his silverware.

I just smiled, not really sure how to respond.

During the entire meal, Zayn and I just got to know each other and we asked questions about each other’s jobs. It was interesting since it was two complete different worlds, but we did share a love for art and music.

After Zayn paid for lunch, we both walked back to the gallery together discussing our favorite painters and their works.

“Would it be too forward if I asked you out on a date?” He tilted his head and looked at me as we stood outside his gallery.

“What?” I was surprised. I didn’t think he would be interested in me.

“I had fun today, talking to you and getting to know you. You seem like an amazing woman and I would really like to see you again.” He pulled his bottom lip in between his teeth.

I looked up into his eyes, unsure of what I should say. I have only had one boyfriend in my entire life and that was almost 9 years ago. I didn’t know how to do this dating thing as an adult even though Eleanor and Sophia constantly tried to set me up on blind dates.

I guess I took to long to answer and Zayn panicked, “I mean if you don’t want too then I unde-”

“No, I mean, yes, I would like to see you again too.” I blushed, “I’m sorry, I just don’t asked out often and I was just a bit shocked.”

“You don’t get asked out often?” Now he was shocked.

I just shook my head and looked down at the sidewalk.

Zayn’s finger gently lifted up my chin,“You’re absolutely gorgeous, I don’t believe you.” He grinned.

“Well thank you, but it’s true, yet I never minded, I work a lot and well I’m always with my friends…” 

“I see, well you have my number, so whenever you’re free just call me. Also text me your address, I’ll have the painting you want delivered to you.” Zayn said as he hailed a cab for me.

As a taxi pulled up, I thank Zayn again for lunch and for the painting.

“No, it was my pleasure and I definitely owed you.” He smiled as he opened the door for me.

I don’t know what possessed me to do it but I quickly raised myself up on my tiptoes and kissed him on the cheek before I climbed in the cab.

Zayn was caught off guard but I saw him blushed after he closed the door and waved.

After that, Zayn and I casually dated for a few months; we were only able to see each other on the weekends when we weren’t busy. We took each other to concerts, live music performances, broadway shows, comedy shows, art shows and museums. I had a love for food and wine, so I showed him a lot of great places to eat in New York and took him to a few of my favorite bars.

He completely stole my heart one night during our fourth month of dating. After an art function at the gallery he worked for, he brought me back to his apartment and showed me his studio filled with his art work. He was an amazing artist and I was shocked that he was so shy about his work because I thought they were just brilliant. 

That night was the first time Zayn and I were intimate with each other and we’ve been together ever since. The morning after as we laid in bed, wrapped in each other’s arms and as I traced his tattoos, which I loved to do, he just asked me to be his girlfriend and I said yes. 

Zayn’s idea of romance wasn’t the typical things you see in movies like flowers, dinner, chocolates, candles; no, he would draw me all the time and randomly, like when I’m laying in bed reading or he would bring me a cup of coffee when he knows I’m having a tough day at work or send me encouraging quotes or send me links to songs that remind him of me or describes how he feels about me. Zayn loved to do the small things to show how he felt and I loved it. Zayn brought out this whole other side of me and he made me feel like anything was possible when we were together.

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December 2016: Boston, Massachusetts

Eleanor’s POV

It was 2am on a Friday night.

Y/N and I were trying our best to stay awake during our night clinicals at the hospital. Tonight we were assigned in the ER and we had both just drank a gallon of coffee.

“Y/N…” I pushed her as we both walked into the ER after getting a call about two drunk patients.

“Yes?” She hummed as she grabbed two patient charts and handed me one.

“I’m so tired…” I whined.

“I know, but we have five more hours, suck it up El.”

I pouted as I flipped opened the patient’s chart and shook my head.

Y/N and I just started being friends not to long ago. She was my closest friend in medical school and we hit it off when we realized we both wanted to specialize in Oncology. We had met at clinicals a few months ago during the beginning of our third year of medical school. She’s absolutely brilliant. She was younger than me, having graduated high school early and immediately started college after, but she’s one of the sweetest people I know.

I heard some guy shouting and slurring with a strange British accent behind one of the closed curtains and rolled my eyes. The patient in the curtain next to him had a thick Irish accent and told him to “pipe down because his head hurts.”

Y/N took the patient behind the left curtain who seemed to be more quiet and winked before she closed it. Which left me with the loud shouting patient behind the right curtain. I’m going to kill her later.

I wrapped my fingers around the edge of the curtain and pulled it back swiftly not looking up and then closed it as I read his chart, “Hi, my name is Eleanor, I’ll be taking your vitals this evening.”

“Well helllooooo! I’m- I’m,” He hiccuped, “Louis. Are you British too?”

I finally looked up. His eyes were as blue as the ocean and for a second I stopped breathing. This man, Louis, had some scruff growing, his hair was a mess, and he looked drunk as hell. He was also in a business suit that I know cost as much as three months of my rent. Despite the fact that he was a drunk mess, he was very good looking.

“Can you take off your blazer please? I need to take your blood pressure.” I grabbed the blood pressure cuff and put my stethoscope in my ears.

“Wow I haven’t even taken you on a date and already you’re trying to undress me? Cheeky, cheeky.” He slurred as the fumbled with the buttons.

Remain calm Eleanor, this idiot is just drunk. Remain, calm.

After I took his blood pressure, I took my pen light from my pocket and quickly examined his eyes as he whined about the bright light then scribbled a few notes.

“How much have you had to drink tonight?” I asked, being able to smell the whiskey off his breath.

“One too many.” He continued to slur.

“I can see that… It says here that you and your friend were in a car accident, drunk driving I presume?” I tried hard not to sound presumptuous, but I was really against it.

“Actually we weren’t driving! Our cab was hit by a drunk driver and I hit my head on the window.”

“Oh I’m- I’m sorry.” I bit my bottom lip, “What’s your full name?”

I should make sure he doesn’t have a concussion.

“Louis William Tomlinson, I’m originally from Doncaster. How about you?”

“I don’t think that’s important, what day-”

“Hey that’s not fair! You asked for mine and I answered!” He cocked his head.

I rolled my eyes, now this man is getting on my nerves, “Eleanor Calder. Manchester. Do you know what day it is?”

“Pretty name! It’s Friday, well now it’s technically Saturday.” He shrugged as he looked at his rolex.

I recorded his blood pressure, heart rate and breathing rate, “When’s your birthday?”

I looked up to see his eyes were locked on mine, “Christmas Eve, ‘91.”

I quickly looked down at my clipboard, “Okay well I’m going to get the doctor to finish examining you… don’t think you have a concussion. You’ll be bit sore from the accident.” I bit the edge of my pen after I finished scribbling, “I’m sure you just need a banana bag to help you sober up, then you can go home and get some rest.”

“You’re not my doctor? That’s too bad…” He pouted.

“I’m still a student.” I signed off on his chart then turned around to leave.

“Feel free to practice on me!” He shouted through the curtain.

What a cheeky man, but that aside he was pretty damn cute. I can’t believe his eyes kind of made me melt. Oh well, probably won’t ever see him again.

The next evening, at 7pm, Y/N and I stepped on the floor for another 12 hour round of clinicals in the ER.

As I was getting ready to start rounds with our lead doctor, I heard that same Doncaster accent from behind me, “Eleanor?”

I turned around to see Louis, now cleaned up, his hair slicked back, his face shaved, he was dressed in an all black suit with roses in his hand.

“What… what are you doing back here?” I glanced at Y/N who had her hand over her mouth, watching the both of us, with wide eyes.

“Well the thing is,” He took a step towards me, “The hospital called me asking how I was feeling and the only thing I could remember was the pretty medical student that checked my vitals.”

“I-um-okay? Are you feeling better?” I didn’t know what else to say! He looked pretty damn good though.

“Much better, I don’t think I properly thanked you for taking care of me yesterday,” Louis handed me the roses, “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome….” I nervous took the roses out of his hand.

“Now I hope you’ll let me repay you by taking you out to dinner tomorrow night.” He put his hands in his pocket and smiled at me.

“I- I umm…” I stammered as I looked down at the roses. Should I say yes? I don’t even know him.

“She would love too.” Y/N came up from behind me and handed him a piece of paper, “Here’s her number.”

I am going to really kill her this time.

“Well thank you,” He gently took the piece of paper out of her hand, “I’ll call you tomorrow Eleanor.”

With that he waved then turned around and walked out of the sliding doors of the ER.

“What… the hell did you do that for?!” I turned to hit Y/N who was trying to contain her laughter.

“Because! He’s cute! You even told me the other day you don’t remember the last time you went out on a date, well there you go!”

“What if he turns out to be a maniac?”

“He isn’t.” Dr. Wilson, the doctor that we have been learning from came up from behind us, chuckling.

“How do you know?” I looked down at the roses in my hand, they were beautiful.

“Louis Tomlinson of the Tomlinson Family? His family invests in hospitals all across the United States. He likes to party and drink BUT he’s got a good head on his shoulders.” He hummed as he handed us charts.

One date.

On my date with Louis, I found out that he was 25 years old, 2 years older than me. He graduated with a Bachelor’s in the UK in International Business and then moved to the States for his Masters. He was funny, charming, sarcastic and very smart. He also spoke French, Spanish and was currently learning Japanese; we actually had an entire conversation in French: I was very impressed. He even made me blush a few times trying to flirt.

But the thing is, he was always back and forth from Boston, Chicago and New York for business. I didn’t really know if I could handle the distance.

He convinced me to go out on a second date… then third. We went out on a few more dates for a few weeks but I wasn’t sure if it was going to work out. I did like him, I started to even get use to his texts and calls. But I told him I didn’t want to be in a relationship while I was in medical school, but he was so persistent. He continued to pursue me, and when he was out of town, he always made sure to let me know I was on his mind.

I finally gave into him after 8 months and “officially” became his girlfriend at the start of my 4th year of medical school. Louis and Y/N even became really close, which I absolutely loved. When Y/N and I graduated in 2018, we both were offered positions at New York Presbyterian/Weill Cornell Medical Center and we immediately took it. Louis was happy to follow me and move to New York with me since his family was also invested in that hospital.

A year later, the hospital offered Y/N and I the head position of the Pediatrics ward of Oncology, which I’m sure had everything to do with Louis. We tried to turn it down but he wouldn’t let us. We knew it had pissed off a lot of the other doctors that had seniority over us, but hey, if that meant I got to work side by side with my best friend and do what I love and I get a huge pay raise? I’m not going to complain.

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May 2020: New York City (Present Day)

Your POV

Sophia said she didn’t want her engagement to be longer than a few months and that she only wanted a small wedding with both of their immediate families and close friends.

Sophia’s family still lived in England and so did Liam’s so they didn’t have anyone to help them plan their wedding, so of course all of us told her we would help her since Liam had to travel a lot for work and would try to be there for as much as he could during the planning, but you never know when an athlete was going to be injured.

One afternoon, that we all were finally all off of work, we mulled over wedding plans at Sophia’s condo.

“Have you found a photographer?” Katherine asked as she sipped on her wine.

“Well Liam wants Andy to do it, which I’m kind of worried about since he mainly does professional sports… so I don’t know. I’m willing to compromise only if Andy proves to me that he can capture romance.” Sophia hummed.

“What about a cater?” I asked,  “You know I know a lot of great chefs.” 

“I do want gourmet dishes, so the chef has to be spectacular. Both of our families are going to be there and I don’t want them complaining about the food.” Sophia sighed.

I wrote down a short lists of chefs that I personally knew had five-star restaurants or have won cooking competitions and handed it to Sophia, “Just let them know that I referred you and they’ll gladly help.”

“Oh my god! Please tell me you haven’t found someone to make your cake because I know the PERFECT place for you to get it!” Eleanor squealed.

“Calm down Eleanor, geez!” I shook my head and took a sip of my wine as Sophia chuckled.

“Where El?” Sophia looked up from her planner.

“Oh. My. God. You guys have no idea how amazing the cupcakes from this place is~ they are so addicting and I know the baker makes wedding cakes because I saw pictures of a few that he’s made during his interview with Food Network a few weeks ago. His bakery just opened a couple months ago and it’s now one of the best in New York!” Eleanor clapped.

“Oooh yeah! I heard of that bakery, I’ve had one! Charles brought a box of cupcakes for the office and everyone was talking about them the other week!” Katherine nodded her head,  “Remember Soph?”

“Yeah I didn’t get one though… So how do you know he’ll be willing to make my cake if he’s that busy El?” Sophia raised her eyebrow.

“Louis! Louis knows his best friend from grad school! He helped the owner of the shop build his bakery or whatever. An investment is what Louis explained, which was the right call because now that bakery is world-renowned, within two months! But anyways, I’m sure he can set you and Liam up with an appointment with the baker!” Eleanor was getting even more jumpy which was giving me a headache.

“You’re really excited El… Are these cupcakes that good?” I scratched the side of my head.

“Oh my god! You still haven’t had one?!” Eleanor gaped at me and then quickly stood up.

“Up! Up! Everyone up! We are going there right now!” She yanked on my arm and Sophia’s.

“Alright! Alright!” I groaned as I finished my wine.

“I’m excited! I had one last week and I had to physically force myself not to eat another.” Katherine blew air out of her mouth.

“What’s this place called again?” Sophia grabbed her planner and put it in her purse.

“’His & Hers Bakery.’” Eleanor answered as we all walked out the door.

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