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Something About a Feeling

This is it. My blood, sweat, and tears. It’s been a long time coming with this one, so I want to thank @trulymadlysydney and @outofworkactress for giving me the words I need to hear so I can finally release this into the world. I feel like a mother on their child’s first day of school. It’s a bittersweet feeling. 

In the words of @permanentcross, this is my favorite sandbox to mess with, and the more I try to explain it, the worse it turns out, but simply stated, Harry is infatuated with a girl who would never want him.

I’ve edited this a thousand times, and it’s still not perfect, but if I don’t let this little bird fly away now, it never will. So, please be kind. I’m trying my hardest. x

The first time he sees you, a mere glance from across the room, he has to remind himself he has a girlfriend. A lovely woman, she was, like most of the female counterparts he took in his life, but like most woman he chose to spend his time with, they all had one thing in common. Temporary. He knew he was growing closer to the end with this one; Hannah, a friend of a friend who was easy on the eyes, laughed at his sore attempts at jokes, and quite simply, knew she herself was as temporary as a toothbrush. They’d keep each other company for the time being and a couple of months down the road, they’d part ways, and the rest would be history. Simple as that.

But the first time he sees you, cuddled a little too close to his best mate, peering down at his phone as a small giggle escaped your parted lips, he stops dead in his tracks and backtracks. You were a catch.

Niall had his arm swung behind you, resting carelessly along the wooden seats, and Harry almost digs at himself as he resorts back to their conversation the night before wondering if he had missed the part in text where Niall stated he’d be bringing a female guest of interest. He doesn’t remember anything of the sort, but it doesn’t go unnoticed when he hands his beer out to you, and you instantly wince when the dark lager meets your lips.

Looks like he was playing third wheel tonight.

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The Roaring Twenties

Hiiii! I’m sorry I haven’t posted in a while, summer’s been busy! I hope you guys like this piece!! Depending on the feedback, I might make a multi-part fic out of it!! xx


Below his office, the party was in full swing, both regular and new clients filing in through the wide double doors. Harry watched the crowd move like cresting ocean waves, his eyes blank. New Year’s Eve was to start off with a bang, regardless of the obviously failing Prohibition the country was under, which meant that Harry’s clubs were packed, and his bank account was swelling with money from the alcohol Niall was slyly smuggling in from Ireland. Any night he wanted, Harry could have a bird on each arm, eager to get a taste of the Harry Styles, and the mere whisper of his name sent people scattering out of his way, making his life unbelievably easy. Harry smirked around the butt of the cigarette. This was it; this was why he came to America. The women, the power, and most of all, the money. Money, money, money was all Harry had seen over the last year. Prohibition was the best thing to ever happen to him.

The clock struck eleven fifty, and with a smug grin, Harry lit up another cigarette and grabbed his glass of Irish whiskey from his desk, striding to the office door. Throwing it open, Harry emerged into the small balcony overlooking the bar and dance floor, blood thrumming as cheers went up at the sight of him.
“To Mr. Styles!” One of the performers on stage hollered out, and crystal glasses glittered in the lighting as they raised into the air.
“Mr. Styles!” It was a jumbled roar of his name, and Harry smiled wickedly as he tipped his head and brought up his own glass. He glanced at his pocket watch again. Five minutes till midnight. His eyes went to the door again as it swung open, two young girls stepping into the room. From afar, he could tell they were both gorgeous, but the one on the right….she was a sight.

Hair curled to perfection, eyes sparkling with excitement as she clutched her comrade’s arm, her ruby painted lips splitting into a dazzling smile. A golden fringed dress clung to her body, stopping halfway down her soft-looking thighs, and the small inched heels were the last thing Harry saw before the girls stepped from the stairs, disappearing into the swirling party. The whiskey burnt his throat as he threw back the rest of the glass, turning to retreat back into his office. The New Year was of no importance to him; as long as no laws changed, Harry worried about nothing. He didn’t worry about how the raucous crowd took him back to the trenches, didn’t worry about how his hands shook as he poured another glass of whiskey. The chair creaked as he sat down again, breathing in the smoke of his cigarette and letting his head drop back. Harry’s eyes slipped closed and he sighed, mind going back to the golden-dressed beauty that had just slipped into his speakeasy. She wouldn’t be too hard to find, or too hard to seduce into his bed for the night. Harry had an aching hunger in the pit of his stomach to know how she would moan beneath him.

Two minutes till, Harry stood once again and descended the stairs to the main room, feigning a smile as he pushed his way through the drunken partygoers. Hands grabbed at him as he passed, but he paid no mind as the shimmering of a golden dress swirling across the room caught his eye. Then her friend came into sight, and Harry altered his course to get to her. She was even more beautiful as he neared, her face pretty, but not flawless. A little soft-looking, doughy maybe, around some areas, but a curl of desire yawned deep in his belly; he was tired of the perfect pin-up girls he normally took home. He wanted flawed, perfectly flawed, and this woman was it. She was gorgeous. Harry watched her friend’s eyes lock in on him, an eyebrow raising as she leaned into the girl’s ear, whispering.

Your head twisted around, following your best friend’s gaze to a stunningly beautiful man that the whole crowd seemed to part for. Forest green eyes roamed your body leisurely, his candy pink lips tugging into a smirk when he realized your eyes were on him. The man was dressed in a sharp black suit, a gleaming watch strung across his buttons and disappearing into his waist coat pocket. Broad shoulders, ring decorated large hands, and legs that went on for ages. His curly brown hair was pushed back off of his forehead, the sides a little longer than military style, and the set of his jaw made you think maybe he was indeed coming to flirt with you. The alcohol you’d downed in the half an hour at the club up the road was already fizzling through your blood and making you much more brave than normal, and you sent the man a sultry smile as your eyes met. Nothing but dark, hot promises swirled in his gaze, stoking the crackling fire that blazed in your belly. Tonight, you’d let yourself have fun just once. Every other night of the year you were the good girl you were supposed to be, but tonight…tonight you’d let loose.

“He’s got his eye on you,” your friend whispered, a jealous gleam in her eyes. “You’ll be the only one of us to get a fuck in tonight.” You laughed at her brashness, breaking your stare with the stranger to spin around with the music. He was close now, almost within an arm’s reach. Your dress flared out around you, but you were stopped mid-turn by long fingers wrapping around your arm and tugging you into a solid chest. Warm breath puffed on your neck, lips just centimeters from your skin.
“Yeh dancin’ fo’ me, love?” He wasn’t polite about his desire, his voice low and husky in your ear. His hands moved to your waist, his hips pressing into your back. You could feel him against you, half hard through his trousers. Wetness pooled in your panties.Your best friend had melted into the crowd, leaving you putty in the stranger’s warm, wandering hands. The hem of your dress slid up a little, his touch following shortly after.
“I am now,” you breathed, and you can feel the smile on his lips against the skin behind your ear. His tongue darted out to lick over the shell of your ear. His fingers trailed higher, and you couldn’t bring yourself to care how scandalous it was, having a man slide his hand up your dress in public.
“Do yeh wan’ m’ to fuck yeh?” Your breathing hitched as his thumb brushed the line of your underwear. A low chuckle vibrated against your back. “I’ll take that as a yes. Go straight back, staircase on the right. I’ll be there in a mo’.” Then he was pushing you away, straightening his overcoat as he cordially greeted some senator who definitely was not supposed to be in a speakeasy.

Harry watched you stumble towards his office, his jaw working as his eyes followed the way your dress fell over the swell of your ass. He cleared his throat. “Excuse me, gentlemen, but I’ve got some business I need to take care of.” Harry shook the senator’s hand, turning around and shoving his way across the floor. He took the stairs slowly, mind racing as he neared the door. He couldn’t wait to see how quickly you’d fall apart for him. You were admiring the photographs on his desk when he entered, your eyes snapping up to his.
“Your family?” Harry nodded, clicking the lock into place before shrugging off his overcoat. You watched him swagger over to you, his eyes dark.
“Didn’t invite yeh up here t’ talk about m’family, pet. How d’yeh wan’ it?” He wasn’t a complete beast; Harry loved seeing the way women fell apart because of him. There was something awfully aphrodisiacal about knowing that he was the reason a woman was shaking, moaning, falling over the edge. You blinked at him, stunned for only a moment before composing your unbothered expression.

“Any way you’d give it, honestly.” Harry’s eyebrow quirked. A smug smile pulled at his lips as he walked to you, his fingers dancing up your arms. You swallowed at his sudden closeness. He smelled wonderful, like citrus and cotton sheets and man. Your mouth had practically been watering since the moment you saw him. His hand pushed a piece of hair out of your eyes.
“An’ if I said righ’ here, ov’ m’desk?” You squirmed, mind filling with visions of him fucking you on the dark cherry wood. Before you knew what you were doing, you were perched on said desk, legs crossed and head tilted slightly as you looked at him from under your lashes.
“Don’t make promises you don’t intend to keep, Mr. Styles.” Harry’s pants tightened further at your words, a growl coming from his throat as he stalked to you. His lips met yours, hands cupping your cheeks as you gasped in surprise. He took the opportunity to slip his tongue past the seam of your lips, licking into your mouth eagerly. Your hands fumbled with his belt as he shallowly thrusted his hips, the hard outline of his cock brushing your thigh.

He was quick to shove down his trousers and underwear, his length tapping gently on his stomach. Your mouth watered at the sight of him, flushed, hard, and leaking. Harry smirked at the look on your face, one large hand wrapping around himself and tugging forward once, twice.
“None o’ tha’, angel, no’ tonight. ‘M gonna fuck yeh, yeah? Bend yeh ov’ m’desk and spread tha’ cunt real nice. C’mon, up yeh come.” Your blood sizzled at his words, lust raging through your system. Your panties had no hope; they’d been ruined the minute his suit jacket had come off. Harry helped you up, spinning you so your back was to his chest. Warm lips began to sponge up the side of your neck, greedy hands hiking your dress up slowly but surely. Then he was roughly bending you over, flipping the edge of your dress up over your back enough so he could see your backside. A low growl went through him.
“S’pretty, love, gorgeous. Can’t wait t’ be inside o’ yeh.” Your panties were slid to the side and a long finger ran up your slit, your body jerking at the pleasure. “Bloody soaked. Wan’ me t’ help yeh, pet?” Your cheek was pressed into the cool wood but you nodded, hips pushing back against his finger as he swirled it around your clit.
“Please.” It was a broken whimper that sent Harry’s dick throbbing, his eyes gleaming in the dark of the office.

“Shhh, sweetheart, ‘M gonna take care o’ yeh.” Harry wasted no more time before he was sliding inside of you, a delicious burning stretch following. The moan that came from him was almost enough to send you over, low and gravely and pure pleasure. Then Harry was moving, his cock thick and pulsing as it dragged along your walls. You cried out at the feeling, palms slapping to the desk as Harry ran his hands along the curve of your spine, grunting with each thrust. The party downstairs was all but drowned out as the sound of skin against skin filled the room, heavy breathing bouncing off the walls when his hips picked up speed. Your eyes screwed shut as pleasure coursed through you, walls clenching around Harry’s cock.
“Fuck, bloody–” He cut off with a deep moan, fingers dumpling the skin of your ass. Harry’s green eyes lowered to watch himself disappear into your cunt, a pleased smirk tugging at his lips as you writhed beneath him. His hands were everywhere, stroking the soft skin of your thighs, gripping your ass, wrapped in your hair…too much, it was all too much for you to take.

“Gonna cum!” You gasped against the desk, hips pushing back against his as he fucked into you. He was so thick inside of you, pulsing and warm as his tip brushed a spot that had you seeing white. “Harry!” Low moans came from him, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as he felt heat coil tighter in his belly.
“C’mon, pet, cum fo’ me. Need yeh t’ cum,” he panted, reveling in the way your walls squeezed his cock. He’d never felt a cunt so tight and warm and wet. He was in pure bliss. Harry brought a hand to your heat, fingers circling your clit quickly as you called out his name again. Pleasure shot through you, your orgasm speeding towards you, and with a final thrust, Harry pushed you over the edge. He watched your face crumple in satisfaction as you came, cunt tightening wonderfully around his length. It wasn’t long before he followed after you, thick ropes of cum coating your walls. Your thighs shook as you came down, breathing harsh as Harry pulled out of you. It was silent while you both fought to regain your breathing, adjusting clothing and smoothing down hair. Harry’s face was even more beautiful post-orgasm, and he tasted as good as he looked when he pulled you in for a sloppy kiss. His head bobbed to the couch in the corner.
“You can sit there for a mo’ while you calm down. Be sure to shut the door on yeh way out.” Then he was gone, the office empty and cold without his dominating presence. You fell onto the couch with a sigh, a pleasant ache already forming between your thighs. It wasn’t too long before your head was on the arm of the sofa, your eyes drifting shut as you nodded off.

- chapter one: part one -

“There’s a million reasons why this shouldn’t work…but there’s one reason why it should…”

7 Weeks

Two pink lines. What the fuck. No, this couldn’t be happening.

I shook the stick a few good times, knowing the box says you’re really not supposed to but I thought that maybe if I did it hard enough, maybe...just maybe, it would fix the error. Because this was clearly an error. This was clearly a manufacturing error. It was the test, it had to be. The test was defective, the test was clearly defective. Because there was no way this could be right, there was absolutely no way that this test could actually be positive, there was no way I could actually be…pregnant…

Oh God.

The air cinched from my lungs as I plopped down on the toilet seat of my bathroom, the test barely dangling between my loose fingertips over my bent kneecap. Shit. I flicked my head back and forth, shutting my eyes as the heat began to travel from the warped pit of my stomach up to my cheeks, filling them with a sickening flush. Shit, shit, shit. How could this have happened? How could I have let this happen?

My shaken thoughts quickly juggled between ‘what the fuck am I gonna do’ and ‘holy shit….I gotta tell him’. Him. Him being a guy that would probably want nothing to do with this, a guy that had a whole entire world of speculation and scrutiny to deal with considering he was…famous. Him being a guy that I didn’t even really know, a guy that I hadn’t even spoken to since the night he…well, apparently impregnated me. The mere thought of having to speak to him, to tell him this news when we literally didn’t know a lick about each other, made the nerves start to creep up my spine.

I popped my eyes open and tentatively peered down at the little stick of death that was in my hand. Maybe I don’t have to tell him, I innocently thought with a tiny shrug, the idea being swiftly washed away by my own good conscience.

Letting out a loud groan, my upper body tumbled over as I let my head hang down between my parted knees, my arms dramatically slumping to the floor.  

I had to tell him. I had to tell Niall.

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✒️My Narry Fic List 📜

Aka: Every Narry Fic I’ve Ever Written; Ever

Basically, this is an official masterpost of every Narry story I’ve ever written! And I will try and update it whenever I can/whenever I remember. I’ve been asked a few times now for a link to all the fics I’ve written and, while I do plan on making a page for them, I quite like the masterpost-thing because everything is organized and they’re all in one place. So here goes:



The CountdownLike the timer on the inside of his wrist, Harry has been counting down the days-hours-minutes-seconds until he meets his soul mate. But then Harry meets Niall. (7,136)

Once an AddictNiall’s an alcoholic. Harry’s into drugs. (20,700)

Home is Where the Heart is (And My Heart is With You)Harry has always been with Niall, has always gone where Niall’s gone. So flying across the pond and drifting across the USA with Niall really isn’t all that different. Until it is. (13,243)

Broken-Hearted BoyNiall has watched Harry get his heart broken time after time, again and again. Harry just wants someone to love him. But Niall has always loved him and now that he’s finally fed up with Harry not seeing it, Niall tells him. (11,446)

Chasing HappinessNiall is a popstar, gone to find his happiness in Hollywood and Harry is just his best friend back home. (4,461)

Like DriftingHarry’s like the equivalent of a drifter, traveling the world on his own – and Niall’s the boy he keeps leaving behind. (9,745)

Half a HeartHarry’s spent the majority of his life searching for his soulmate; the other half of his rose gold heart. When he’s 19, he stops – stops hoping and wishing and searching – because maybe his mother is wrong. And then he meets a boy – bright blond hair, beautiful blue eyes, brilliant smile – and it feels like he’s known this boy, this stranger, his whole life. (6,466)

Of Demons and AngelsHarry is one of the greatest Shadowhunters of his time. And Niall is just a boy whose life gets turned upside down by demons and angels. This is not only a story of Niall’s search for the truth about who – or what – he is; it’s also one of loyalty and love. (40,626)

Seventh Time’s a Charm - Harry’s sees a certain blond boy six times over the course of his life and the blond boy gets away every single time. And then Harry sees him a seventh time.

Domestic Bliss - A typical breakfast routine before school in the Horan-Styles household.

The ReawakeningHarry wakes up dead and then meets Niall. [Major triggers: thoughts of suicide, attempted suicide, suicide, death, car accident.]

Tiara Niall - Harry kind of really just likes it when Niall wears tiaras.

A Narry Thanksgiving - It’s Thanksgiving in America and all Harry wants a little help. Featuring: domestic!narry, daddies!narry and twins!Annabelle&Parker.

Bread Van - Niall feels claustrophobic whilst stuck in the back of a bread van during filming for their 1D TV Special and Harry is there to keep him calm, like always.

Narry: Tarzan AUFor my Tarzan!Harry, Jane!Niall prompt anon :)

Red and the Big Bad WolfNiall finds himself alone and a bit freaked out when he runs into the big bad wolf. Not everything, however, is as it seems.

Happy Birthday, From AfarThis is because I miss Narry and I’m pretty sure Harry misses Niall even though it looked like he had a ton of fun.

Oh, BabiesNiall and Harry want to have a baby. Aka, The Evolution of Annabelle and Parker. Loosely tied this fic called Future for those who wanted some background information on how Niall and Harry got Parker and Annabelle, which is where the twins made their debut.

Late Late, Narry -  This is a drabble thingy I wrote after The Late Late Show involving a sick!Harry, a slightly tipsy!Niall with a mention of those teeny tiny red shorts Harry wore.

Wrong Anniversary (or Not) - Harry and Niall fight about when their anniversary should be.

People Fall in Love in Mysterious WaysThe plan is fly to Dublin and be engaged by the end of the weekend. It’s not supposed to include a slight detour, a series of delays and a beautiful but brazen Irishman who changes, well, everything. Inspired by the movie Leap Year.

A birthday thing - Niall’s a bit drunk, Harry’s a bit of an idiot and, well, everything works out in the end anyway.

Your hand fits in mineFive times Prince Harry held the stable boy’s hand.

Boyfriend TagIn which Harry finally does the “boyfriend tag”, something Niall’s subscribers have been asking for for weeks, with Niall.

For your eyes onlyIn which Harry finally tells Niall how he really feels.

Underneath the Mistletoe - Harry gets kissed under the mistletoe by a complete stranger.

I come alive when I hear your voice –  Niall goes to London’s School for the Gifted because he can read minds, and Harry’s a boy with a literal heart of gold.

200 Letters – In which Harry finds a box of letters written by a boy who broke his heart, and this is the aftermath.

Puppy Love - Niall has a dog. Niall and Harry have a past.

Last First Kiss -

“I mean, unless you’re afraid of kissing.”

Niall narrows his gaze. “I’m not afraid of kissing.”

“You’re afraid of kissing strangers, then.”

“I’m not a fan of kissing strangers.”

Harry smirks, sticking out his right hand for Niall to take – and Niall can’t help but notice how big they are, his hands. “Harry Styles. Born in Cheshire, moved to London for school a few years ago and didn’t have the heart to leave. And now we’re not complete strangers, so what do you say?”

Niall looks from a hopeful, wide-eyed Louis to a somewhat smug, charming and definitely cheeky Harry Styles. He sighs. “Fine.”

the only truth -

Sometimes it’s heavy, and powerful, and emotional; memories that take his breath away, and make his heart race with desire. Memories of stolen cookies, and staying up all night because they had so much to say; of growing up too fast because families can be messy, and running away overnight just to get away, and lying on rooftops to be closer to the stars; of first crushes, and puppy love – and real love, and first kisses, and slow dances, and whispered promises, and…last kisses.

Other times it’s just the simple things. Easy things; hard things. Things like smiles, and laughter; things like shadows, and similarities in other real people; things like old band t-shirts he’d forgotten that he’d stolen, and boots found in the back of his closet, and a scarf he didn’t even know he’d had; things like his imagination running wild with the scent of a cologne he hasn’t smelled in ages.

This Town UPDATE! 

When Everything Comes Crashing Down UPDATE!

Niall groans, kicks the sheets off of his legs before pushing himself to feet and stalking towards his bedroom window. He opens the curtain, sighs when he sees Harry crouched on the other side of the window pane- But he opens the window anyway. “How many times have I told you not to climb up here?” Niall hisses. He curls a hand around Harry’s bicep and pulls him inside. “You’re gonna get hurt again. And since you’ve already sprained your ankle, you’re running the risk of re-breaking the bone and-”

He stops when he notices Harry’s ruddy cheeks and wet eyes. “What’s wrong?” he asks softly, a lump in his throat.

Harry opens his mouth to speak, but nothing comes out.

“Harry,” Niall says. This time his voice sounds just as panicked, and he feels it. “Haz, what’s wrong?”

“Z-Zayn,” he stutters, pausing to clear his throat.

Niall blinks. “What about him?”

Harry stares at him; looks lost and confused.

“Harry, you’re scaring me. What-”

“He was in an accident.”

Note: This is a WIP.


Series/Companion Pieces:

The Button Chronicles:

(Neither the first or second part has to be read in order to read the other because technically they aren’t connected as they’re two totally different stories. However, the third part should be read after either of the others as it can follow directly behind either one. I hope that makes sense.)

Her Human’s HumanButton isn’t quite sure what to make of the new blond boy in her human’s life. (6,473)

Common GroundHarry watches fondly as both his boyfriend, Niall, and his cat, Button struggle to find common ground in Harry’s life. (2,910)

Button, With ChildButton is introduced to an infant with grabby, sticky fingers and hate every second of it. Until, maybe she doesn’t. (Or, it takes almost exactly a whole year for Button to warm up to the newest addition in her family.) (2,950)

Give me a reason:

Give me a reason: not to leave

Give me a reason: not to hang up

Give me a reason: not to cry

Give me a reason: not to give up


Denial - Niall is in denial and Harry’s the boy who suffers because of it. Then again, maybe they both do.

Denial - Prequel - Harry walks - more like stumbles - the line between friends and lovers with Niall.

Denial - Sequel - Harry deals with the aftermath of his and Niall’s maybe-breakup. Niall is finally ready to come out with Harry.


EighteenEd listens — and is inspired — as the relationship between one of his best friends and his best friend develops and changes into something wonderful.

I have loved you (since we were 18)Harry falls in love with Niall long before Niall falls into him in return. [Inspired by One Direction’s 18 and companion piece to Eighteen.]


Diamond -  Harry’s a thief who gets his hands on the worldly famous Horan Family Diamond. Niall is just the boy who gets caught in the middle.

I’ll keep your heart safe - The sequel to ‘Diamond’ in which Niall and Harry find it difficult to navigate the ruins of their battered relationship - especially as new trouble threatens to ruin everything all over again.


First Words -  Imagine having something like ‘man I cant believe dumbledore died’ tattooed on you. imagine being spoiled for a book series that doesnt even exist yet. imagine worrying about this dumbledore guy your whole childhood while not knowing who he is.

I fucking hate love you -

“What do you mean they don’t know about me?”

Niall watches Harry shift, watches him loosen and then tighten his hand on the steering wheel, watches him bite at the inside of his cheek. He narrows his gaze when the brunette doesn’t answer, reaches forward to mute whatever pop song is playing on the radio. “Harry.”

“I mean- They know about you, they just don’t…know about you,” Harry corrects, offering Niall an awkward smile. His grip tightens, again, on the steering wheel.

“Forgive me if I don’t know what the difference is,” Niall deadpans. “What exactly did you tell them, Haz?”

Harry hesitates – and Niall can see the movement in his jaw, that Harry’s biting his cheek. A nervous tick.

“I swear, Harry-”

“That you were my friend.”

Niall blinks. “Friend?”

Harry sighs. “I-”

“I wasn’t aware you let your friends suck you off in gas station loos on the way to meet your parents for the first time. Did Nick get to do it too?”



30 Days of Fics ChallengeWrite a story a day for 30 days and 30 different word-prompts.

25 Days of Narry Christmas – Literally just 25 fics of Christmassy, Narry goodness for 25 prompts that are directly/indirectly related to Christmas.

A Very Narry ChristmasA joint challenge that Ryan and I made ourselves for Christmas 2016. Basically, here are 25 days of Christmas. UPDATE!




Birthday Sex



Drug Addict!Harry

Bloody Nose!Harry

I loved you first 

headcanon of the day is of niall and harry at a party - any party - after an argument of some kind. something about the nature of their relationship, the uncertainty of the perimeters of it raised by one of them that makes the trip to the party in question strange - makes them both feel out out sync, like their heartbeats are out of tune.

other people happen, alcohol happens, and once they meet again it’s hard to speak. harry corners niall somewhere – finds support in walls and a sticky floor and braces the soles of his shoes for possible resistance. he won’t let niall get away without words of reassurance. can’t keep celebrating one thing or another unless he knows that niall knows. so he says, “I do love you. You know that, right? That I love you.” and niall doesn’t say it back. he probably rolls his eyes, placates with a hum of “yeah. yeah, haz, sure,” and presses lightly with wide palms over that defined chest, those familiar pecs that absorb the hitches of his breath so beautifully when they’re intimate with each other.

and harry is drunk, and harry is in love, and harry has a heart in that chest that tunes into niall better when they’re close like this, and he doesn’t protect it as well near niall as he does within the rest of the world, so he’s hopeful. runs on that hope and the alcohol and the love, and blindly believes that niall truly knows. that he’s fluent enough in harry that he gets the weight of his words, of his confession. so he presses a sloppy kiss to niall’s lips, and makes the prettiest noise when niall sighs out fond exasperation in the gap between them before drawing harry back in for another kiss. a proper one, with tongues covered in alcohol.

and then, when harry’s staggered back out among the people and is dancing with all those long limbs and that pretty face as though the world can’t possibly be better, someone comes up to an entranced niall and asks him how he is these days, if he’s seeing anyone. and niall can’t believe himself. can’t believe that he is in love with that fool over there. can’t believe that there was a time in his life when he wasn’t. and he says, “well.. there’s that,” with a nod over at the hurricane on the floor, and he’s never been happier.

anonymous asked:

"that toxic environment" okay...? Zayn talked openly about suffering from an eating disorder and mental illness, Liam admitted he was borderline alcoholic at one point, Niall had to play on despite hurting his knees so bad he needed major reconstructive surgery, the band caused Louis crippling insecurity - BUT.... poor Harry... had to take off his nail polish? He had to... dear god... change into different pants? Damn Harries, tru, protect your oppressed fave from such a toxic environment!!! 🙄

Yeah listen tbh it seems like what harry went though it’s …not the same like any person in fame experiences having to change their appearance and not wear what they want to and like. Zayn suffered a lot. It was a very toxic environment and just it’s fucking bad and irritating that certain people only care bc harry had to change outfits and not wear nail polish. All of them have told us before but some only care now.


Harry is late. Not by his own standards – he doesn’t want to go – but Louis is stood between their two front doors with a beer in his hand and a set to his jaw and eyebrows that won’t hold for long. Not enough chill in his eyes to freeze Harry in place on the last step up.

“You said you wouldn’t be late,” he says – hands over the beer along with a gaze that’s too tinted with alcohol to carry any of the disappointment he’s trying to feign.

“I said I’d come,” Harry corrects, shaking his head at his shoes as he tugs his keys out of his front pocket – opens his door and throws his bag inside before he locks it up again. “You know how work is right now – that I have to get the episode written.”

Louis hums – suspicion melting away under the warm familiarity of a grin. Harry’s best friend since childhood, ever so happy to have him near. Mutual, all of it, as Harry takes a first sip of his beer and lets it loosen knots of anxiety in his shoulders. He’s home, now. Doesn’t have to think about pairings and heartbreak until they’re back in the writer’s room on Monday.

“What’s so urgent, anyway?” he wonders. “I’m here now.”

“A boy, of course,” Louis states, ever the hopeless romantic, the cupid that’s too drunk to aim his arrows right when Harry’s out and about. “I’ve told you about him.”

“You haven’t.”

“I’ve meant to,” Louis promises. Loops an arm around Harry’s shoulders, tugging him to the neighbouring flat. “He’ll sweep you off your feet.”

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(all afternoon) in love

“Niall,” said Harry, sitting beside the boy where he sat on the floor, leant back against the sofa with a bottle of beer on the coffee table in front of him. “Niall,” he said again in what he thought was a whisper but wasn’t that much quieter than his usual voice.

Niall turned away from the lad he was chatting with—Justin was his name, and he looked rather familiar, though Niall couldn’t quite place him—and looked at Harry.


“What are you doing, Niall?” asked Harry, leaning forward to press his face into the hollow of Niall’s neck.

Niall chuckled lightly, amused. “Chatting with Justin,” he said, reaching up to thread his fingers through Harry’s short hair; he still wasn’t really used to that—he’d not seen Harry much in the last year since he’d cut his hair because Harry had wanted to be away while he’d written and recorded his album and Niall had given him that space he asked for—and wondered if Harry would let him see him enough now to finally have a chance to get used to it. “He’s a guitarist too.”

“Of course he is, you beautiful prat,” said Harry fondly, words slightly slurred and lips brushing Niall’s neck. He turned his head so it was rested on Niall’s shoulder and added, voice a bit less muffled now, “You listen to his music all the time.”

“Well, yeah,” said Niall, hoping that Justin didn’t notice that Niall was just now realising he was Justin Young, the lead singer and guitarist for The Vaccines.

Justin laughed and stood up. “You want another beer, mate?” he asked and Niall nodded.

“Didn’t know you knew The Vaccines,” Niall said to Harry as Justin walked to the kitchen.

“Niall, you silly kitten,” said Harry, shaking his head against Niall’s shoulder and looking at his best mate—the love of his life, really—the blond all grown out of his hair and replaced by his natural brown; he wasn’t used to that yet and he hoped he’d see Niall enough now to memorise exactly how beautifully his brown hair contrasted with his stunningly blue eyes. “Alexa’s friends with Matt Hitt—”

“And Matt Hitt’s, like, mates with Justin,” finished Niall, realisation dawning. “So we’re at Alexa’s then?” Niall hadn’t been sure whose flat they were at now, he just knew it wasn’t Nick’s; they’d left the bar they’d been at all night and Niall had followed Harry blindly, eager and willing, because he would follow Harry anywhere, really.

“Yes,” agreed Harry. He moved his head again, pressing his lips to Niall’s ear in a way that was so familiar and comforting. “You’re so pretty, Niall,” whispered Harry. “Do you know how pretty you are?” he breathed against Niall’s ear.

“Haz,” he said, eyes fluttering shut as Harry’s breath tickled his neck. He felt a shiver run up his spine and he moved a hand to Harry’s lower back, thumb tracing gentle lines at the dip just above the waist of his jeans.

“I didn’t grab a beer for you, Harry,” came Justin’s voice from above the coffee table. “Do you want one?”

Harry shook his head. “No, thank you,” he said. “Everything’s already blurry. Like old photographs.”

Niall turned to Justin, who was settling back down on the floor next to the sofa, and smiled. “Lightweight,” he told the older lad, gesturing with a tilt of his head toward Harry.

“No,” said Harry, pouting a bit, and Justin laughed.

“Okay, pet.” Niall rolled his eyes and resumed his conversation with Justin, discussing their favourite amps—“Interesting how the Hound Dog sounds like a Marshall when you’re playing a Les Paul,” commented Justin—and the pros and cons of using vintage equipment.

“Niall,” whispered Harry about twenty minutes later, lips against Niall’s ear again and breath smelling a bit like the sips of beer he kept stealing off Niall’s bottle. “Niall, you’re so handsome with your glasses on. You’re the most handsome boy in the world.”

Fuck, Harry,” Niall gritted out under his breath, the hand that still rested on Harry’s lower back pulling him in closer to his side.

“I’ll leave you two alone with that beer, yeah,” said Justin as he looked on in mild amusement, a smirk on his face. “It was nice talking to you, Niall. Should come hang out with the lads, have a proper jam sometime. I like your sound. Very California rock.”

“Thanks,” said Niall as Justin stood up. “Yeah. That’d be- that’d be good craic.”

“You’re so Irish,” whispered Harry, giggling softly. “I love you, Niall. You’re- I love you so much. Do you- Did you know that? Ever?”

Niall inhaled sharply and turned to meet Harry’s slightly unfocused gaze. “Harry?” he asked, unsure if this was real.

Suddenly, Harry looked more alert, eyes widening because this wasn’t really how he’d ever intended to tell Niall that he was in love with him but now it was out there and he couldn’t take it back. He didn’t want to take it back either, he supposed. “Can I,” he breathed out, “can I please have a kiss?”

“Harry, let’s- let’s leave. Please,” said Niall quietly. “Let’s go back to mine, yeah.”

Harry looked at Niall, a bit confused as his alcohol-muddled brain tried to catch up to what was happening. “Please, Niall,” he pleaded. “Can I please have a kiss?”

“Harry, let’s go back to mine,” repeated Niall. “I don’t- I really don’t want our first kiss to be here. At a party with all your mates round. I want it to be- It needs to be special, pet.”

“Does that mean- Will you kiss me?” asked Harry, sounding a mix of surprised and awed.

“Jesus, yes. I’ll kiss you all night if you want, Haz,” said Niall. “Just. We need to leave. Let’s find Alexa and—”

“No. Let’s just leave,” said Harry. “She’ll understand when I tell her later. When I tell her you finally kissed me.”

written for @spacenerdnialler because she seemed to like my tags on this post! it’s just a little drabble but, let’s face it, this is exactly what those pictures look like.

title taken from this song by the vaccines (and maybe some elements inspired by arctic monkeys’ song one for the road).

The break (part 2)

A random Drake song is blaring loudly through Kendall Jenner’s huge living room, as Shawn enters the house.

“Yo, Shawn!” Niall Horan greets him excitedly and shakes his hand, pulling him closer. “Hey, how are you doing?” Shawn replies with a smile.

“I’m good, I’m good! Let’s get you something to drink!” He pulls Shawn after him into the kitchen and pours him a drink. Niall’s cheerful attitude is definitely contagious and Shawn is really glad about that.

“Cheers! On your sold out tour” Niall exclaims, grinning at him.
Shawn grins, clicking his glass against Niall’s: “Cheers!” 

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Author Reveal: Part 2/2

Down & Dirty - I Know You Hear Me / edi-neil (sweet_trick)

Louis loves Harry. It’s a fact. But when Harry confesses to a crush, Louis has to learn to share.

Carried Away Like Butterflies / waytoomanypeopleintheaddisonlee

“Actually…” Liam said, scratching his chin absently. “I have a friend who is moving to London soon.”

“Without anywhere to live? Who is it? Do I want them living in my home?!”

“You met him at my birthday party. Harry, from Cheshire. Remember? Really tight jeans, curly hair down to here?”

Realisation dawned on Louis, staring at Liam who was gesturing round about his nipples. Did he remember Harry? Did he remember Harry? He remembered Harry’s square front teeth biting into his collarbone, and he remembered Harry moaning, loud and obscene with no provocation. He remembered Harry dropping to his knees at the edge of the bed and roughly pulling Louis closer. He remembered, vividly, Harry’s lovely plump lips wrapping around his-


“Uh- what?” Louis said, startled. “Oh, yeah. Um, I think I remember him.”

It was probably a huge mistake for Louis to let his former One Night Stand move into his spare room, especially when said One Night Stand doesn’t seem to remember him.

Kiss the Boys / FallingLikeThis (Zayniam)

“Being able to blatantly kiss pretty boys out in the open is my favorite part of Pride,” Harry says without preamble, leaning into Louis’ space, inviting pink lips quirking up as they get closer to him. “You up for it?”

“Um,” Louis glances at Zayn for help. He’d thought for sure after the way he’d just seen Zayn and Harry kissing, there had to be something more going on there. The last thing Louis expects to see on Zayn’s face is a knowing grin.

Harry leans closer and for a split-second, Louis wants to meet him halfway but then he thinks better of it. He doesn’t know the landscape here and in just a couple of weeks living with him, he’s already learned that Zayn is really bad about holding his feelings in. He doesn’t want to risk stepping on the toes of his closest friend here at Uni. So, at the last second, Louis raises his empty hand and covers Harry’s mouth before the boy can complete his mission.

“Sorry, Curly,” Louis says jokingly, “I just don’t know where that mouth has been.”

When You Look Like That / hrrytomlinson

“You… you still have the dress form I got you for your eighteenth birthday? You’ve kept it for ten years, Harry?” Louis’ eyes flick around Harry’s studio. It’s big and modern, with floor to ceiling windows that help flood the room in bright sunlight, just like the lobby. However, he can’t stop staring at the faded, but present, heart surrounding the “H + L” written delicately in Louis’ handwriting in the center of the mannequin.

Louis is a songwriter who is nominated for a Grammy and he needs a suit. Fast. He seeks out help from a very popular, very mysterious designer who just so happens to be his ex-boyfriend.

For a Spell That Can’t be Broken / outofthewoods (wildest dreams)

“Why do you have to bug him so much, Lou?” Niall asked, chewing on the sleeve of his Gryffindor robes. “He’s a good kid.”

“I’m aware of that,” Louis argued petulantly.

“Are you sure?” Niall asked, his expression sincerely concerned.

“Don’t mind him,” Zayn spoke up. “Louis’ just got a weird fetish for tormenting boys he likes.”


A Harry Potter AU where Louis’ got a secret crush on Harry and won’t admit it until a late entrance into potions class outs him.

If I Don’t Have You (There’ll be Nothing Left) / SadaVeniren

“What is his problem?” Louis demanded as he stalked around Niall and Ed’s kitchen. They were gonna have a pow-wow and figure out what was going on with Harry.

“Maybe he can’t pop a knot?” Niall suggested.

“Ew,” Liam said.

“Doubtful,” Louis said. “He seemed perfectly fine up until his friend pulled him off of me. Also I may have called him a knothead earlier in the night and he didn’t make a single comment to me about it.”

AKA Louis thought after meeting Harry at a party everything would fall into place. If only life worked out that nicely.

Love is a Kitten From Hell / youbeyou

Louis Tomlinson passes himself off as an arrogant prick at his new school to hide the fact that he’s terrified of being bullied again. Just when he’s getting tired of putting up walls, he finds himself in a local pet shop where he finds a sanctuary playing with the kittens in the front window.

Harry Styles is the popular football player who works at the pet shop, secretly watching the boy he thought was utterly unlikable prove him wrong.

Partnered together for a class project, Harry gets more and more hints that Louis is actually someone worth getting to know. But the real question is, will Louis let Harry in?

Simple Love of That Which Deserves Love / curlyfries

When Louis is forced to attend a magic show with his friend Niall, he imagines a horribly long night filled with alcohol so he can get through it. But when he bumps into Harry, he experiences the show with fresh eyes.

When Harry loses his kitten, Louis comes to the rescue. And after never expecting to see each other again, it’s a pleasant surprise.

Or, an AU where they attend a magic show and Louis likes it more than he thought he would. Featuring all the boys, more pets, mutual pining and a happy ending.

Pour Yourself Over Me (Until There’s Nothing Left To See) / patdkitten

Louis receives a strange invitation to a masquerade ball from a stranger who offers to pay for everything.

A Few Feet Away / blahthelarry

Zayn ran his tongue along his upper lip.

“Louis, how many times?” His lips were beside Louis’ ear. The whisper sounded louder than the passing cars outside. “How many times are you going to run away?”


Set in 2018, Louis battles addiction and an estranged mind that still believes Zayn is his best friend. As a final goodbye to their fans, One Direction promised to come together one last time for what would be the last album of their career. Though it had seemed the best thing to do when they had taken their hiatus in 2015, everything had changed in the three years they had been apart. Harry is acting, Niall has started touring, and Liam, while writing songs on the side, adopted his first child on his own. The only one who hadn’t been moving his life forward was Louis. Distraught and unsure how to cope with his bad choices, he’d turned to one of his closest friends: Zayn. Through his last memories with Zayn, he tries to right his wrongs and find closure in a relationship that had been hidden from the public.

Don’t Play with Me (‘Cause You’re Playing with Fire) / lovelikelou

Louis leaves his hometown as soon as high school ends to travel the world. Not entirely ready to take on the world on his own, he stumbles head first into an unexpected whirlwind of restless green eyes, dark secrets and more love than he could ever imagine.

Feel the Heat from the Camera / Applecheese7

Louis is a make-up youtuber who doesn’t take nothing from nobody. Harry is a challenge youtuber who decides to challenge Louis to do a video. When tagging him on twitter it starts an unlikely friendship that transcends into real life. As they slowly begin to fall in love they question, how can love survive off the internet?

Drinks and drunk party games

A/N: I’m putting this up early but it’s short (sorry) but I already have an idea for the next one, something in first or second year but I don’t know. I’m terrible at naming these, oh well. Enjoy!


It’s friday night at Watford Penny had invited Agatha and I to hang out and drink, not having anything better to do I agreed, Agatha as well though she asked if she could invite some people I guessed she meant Dev and Niall as she seemed to have taken an interest on them after our break up probably just to get closer to Baz who of course showed up saying Dev had invited him. I rolled my eyes as he strolled in but decided against fighting tonight. Baz pulls out a bottle of whiskey and Penny of some sort of enhanced wine, Agatha brought tequila, Dev and Niall brought beer and I enjoyed everyone else’s alcohol not having brought any of my own.

An hour in and we are all passing around drinks laughing at pointless jokes, “Why don’t we play truth or dare?” You can tell Agatha’s tipsy if she is the one suggesting it, we shrug and get into a circle Penny states the rules and the game begins.

Dev goes first “Penelope, truth or dare?” without missing a beat she replies “Truth” he thinks for a bit “That American boy of yours is he as good as us Brits?” Penny rolls her eyes at the question but answers nonetheless “Micah is perfect in every way and I hardly see how thats any of your business” Penny huffs. In turn Penny goes after and so it goes at one point Baz dares Niall to eat a stash of Mere-wolf tail we all have for potions class and so he does.

After we had finished all of the whiskey and are pretty close to finishing of the tequila Baz says the game is getting boring.


“Why don’t we add some -hic- magic then?” Bunce suggests after my fifth complain about the game losing interest, out of nowhere Snow starts giggling like a mad man and we all turn to look at him “Why -hic- don’t we -hic- play twister?” his voice is high and slurred and through all my efforts I fail at suppressing a grin “Sure Snow. But do tell me where we would find the mat and spinning board?” I say smugly, he looks awfully troubled before his eyes light up an with an ear piercing scream, yells “MAGIC!” Bunce jumps, Agatha seems to have woken up from dozing the in the corner, Dev looked away from a Niall attempting (and failing miserably) to do a head stand and I was laughing hysterically no longer caring for the alcohol was in my system and I doubted any one would remember this tomorrow. I conjured up what we needed and Wellbelove offered to spin and Bunce said she couldn’t play due to the fact that she was in a skirt. Dev, Snow, Niall and I each take a side of the mat “Simon left foot blue” he does as told “Baz left hand Red” and so the game goes on each of doing as told.


This was a terrible idea. I am bent backwards like some sort of upside down scared cat while Baz leans over me our stomach almost touching, Niall has long been out while Dev looks close to doing the splits and has a hand beneath my head. Snow is laughing uncontrollably making him shake and threaten to fall “Simon Snow if you do not stop to shake you will bring us both down and I will be dammed if I loose because of you” I snarl, he looks down at me with a smug grin I would love to wipe off. Or kiss. I shake those thoughts out of my head as I see his lips moving to say something “Would you rather loose to me?” I glare up at him and scoff an “as if”.

At some point I am trying to get my leg in the green between Snow’s legs when it slips hitting his leg causing him to come falling one top of me “Ugh, you’re heavier than you look Snow” I groan he grins looking my way and the most unexpected thing happens.

Simon Snow kisses me. I swear my heart stopped but his lips where gone as fast as they came, when I look at him he’s blushing furiously and fumbling to get up, when he manages to stand he mumbles a quick sorry running off and out of the room without thinking twice about it I get up and run after him, I see him just as he enters Murmurs home and I rush in after him.

When I find him in our room he has his knees tucked in his chest and is staring at the door with a look of fear, his face is still a bit red and I approach him slowly, he’s almost shaking and when I sit myself in front of him he’s rambling of an apology, to what I have no clue “I’m sorry Baz, I don’t know what I was thinking I’m sorry” “Hey, Simon calm down. Shh. What are you apologizing for?” I ask in a soft voice not wanting to scare him any further. “I-I kissed you” he says looking at me strangely most likely expecting me to yell at him for that instead I smile an kiss him. His lips are soft and trembling at first but then he takes the lead and I let him, it’s not like I’ve ever kissed anyone before. When we pull apart we’re both smiling “And now I’ve kissed you” my voice is light and almost giddy I lean forward again but this time instead of kissing him I tickle his ribs “Stop stop Baz stop” he gasp through laughs I laugh along with him “ I told you I’d get my revenge if I lost because of you”.

Just For Us

Chapter Eleven 

Liam and I took the train to Reading earlier that Friday evening, with Niall driving over later after his scheduled practice ended to meet up with us at some local pub. The festival was the next day and with Liam already having secured two hotel rooms adjacent to each other, we decided to make a longer trip of it and leave a day early, hitting up this nice little grub and pub. Some good food and equally as good drinks, it was nice getting to finally relax and to also see Liam letting loose a bit. It had been awhile since I had seen him like this, a little bit sloshed and his inhibitions down, and it brought me back to when we had first started dating. The thing was, when I met Liam he had just started uni and was a bit of a party boy, his drinking couldn’t match Niall’s by any means, but he sure did try and keep up to the best of his ability. He was loud and fun and silly, a huge flirt with his big doe eyes and heart stopping smile; he could charm the pants off any girl that he wanted.

I guess you could say that’s how he bagged me. I hadn’t had much experience dating guys by the time I decided to move from Birmingham. I had just turned 20, dropped out of uni and left home to try and follow my dream of opening my own yoga studio and quickly fell right into a relationship with him, not even a few weeks after getting settled in London. He was everything I was looking for, everything that I needed at the time. He was sweet and supportive, caring, thoughtful and an absolute joy to be around. He was unlike any boy that I had known back home and that in itself had attracted me to him right away.

I had felt a connection to him that, at that time, I had yet to feel towards anyone else.

Until Niall.

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zodiac as musician’s signatures

Aries:  Lana’s slut drops  

Capricorn: Harry Style’s air punch

Leo: zayn malik’s high notes

Virgo: fifth harmony’s dancing

Taurus: Niall Horan’s crotch grab

Gemini: Matty Healy’s alcohol onstage

Cancer: Halsey’s grinding

Scorpio: FKA Twigs’ style

Pisces: Beyonce’s Vocals

Aquarius:  nicki minaj’s everything

Sagittarius: iggy’s lack of talent

Libra: 5sos’ synchronized jumps

Lie or not? / Louis centric

Prompt: Zianourry family Lirry parents, Louis is 16, Zayn is 8 and Niall is the youngest at 3 years old. Louis gets drunk and is grounded. He complains about going out Saturday but his parents won’t let him and instead he has to babysit his brothers. One Saturday Louis is ill but doesn’t tell his parents. They think he’s sulking and go out. When they get back the house is a mess and Louis is asleep and Lirry are really mad. They shout at him and then Louis throws up. Fluffy/cuddles ending

Trigger warning: slight alcohol abuse, underage drinking,

word Count: 5.8k

People always tend to say that being a teenager means finding yourself. It’s the step between being a child and being a grown-up. You start to face life with all it brings and you have to fight your own battles. When you’re young your parents make sure that you have everything you need and that you are like a bird: You know where you come from and the rest is up to your family.

When you’re a teenager you start trying to fly. You fall down but you get back up and try again. You learn to face the good and bad things in life and once you have learned how to fly people call you a grown-up.

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Nobody said it was easy - ifzi0531

Harry Styles/Niall Horan
Words: 23178
Tags: doctor!niall, slight kid-fic, father!harry, angst, drama
Side-pairing: Zayn Malik/Louis Tomlinson
Warning: minor character death, alcohol abuse
Note: Say hello to NEW FIC! Just finished reading and it was very, very good. I cried. A lot. Please read it. You might wanna slap some sense into Harry at some point but trust me keep reading it’s really good.

Summary: “I’m gay.” Harry says, making Niall choke on his drink and he coughs slightly. It takes him over a few more seconds to breathe properly, before he shakes his head, blinking his eyes, staring at Harry.

“Excuse me?”

Harry chuckles. “I’m just saying. Cause you seemed to be so sure that I have a wife back home.” He points out, smirking at Niall.

Or, Harry and Niall are in a relationship, and nobody said it was easy.


This is quite literally the best video to ever happen! Drunk Direction.