it looks like louis is giving harry a massage or something

2015: Jul. ~ Dec.

January ~ June 2015 || all fests/exchanges || other years

Top 30 longest AU fics

1. Relief Next To Me by dolce_piccante | @haydolce [M, 333.7k]

What happens when a baker and a graphic designer meet via a very specific Craigslist post? Fate, friendship, food, and maybe more.  ~ 2015.09
From Relief Next To Me series

2. Maybe It Was You from the Start by nixostorme | @nixostorme [M, 209.1k]

the one where Louis is oblivious, even to his own feelings. Harry is a little scarred and very possessive. Zayn is insecure but can see it all. Niall falls for the last person he would ever expect too. Liam is kind of an ass, but the boys love him anyways.  ~ 2015.11

3. Handwriting On The Wall by xKireyy [M, 200.2k]

Harry Styles is a simple boy who works in a bakery. Louis Tomlinson is an uprising singer making his way through the charts. When the two meet by so-called ‘fate’, Harry’s life is turned upside down when a simple friendship turns into something more. He’s suddenly thrown into a world of popularity, scrutiny, secrecy and love. Everything seems to be going against his logic, but then again, love does that to you, doesn’t it?  ~ 2015.11

4. Keep me where the light is by frenchkiss [E, 198.2k]

A post-Hogwarts era AU featuring a wedding, a fake relationship, lots of sex, a cat named Hermione, a string of terrifying murders, and two young Aurors who are about to embark on a case that will change their lives (and the lives of the ones they love) forever.  ~ 2015.11

5. Smoke & Mirrors by Violet_Janou | @violetjanou [T, 173.7k]

Louis believes love was a myth. Seeing it be a lie in his life growing up he brushed it off as stupidity of weakness in a person. He vowed he would never fall in love. Harry knew love to be alive and true. It wasn’t always pretty and wrapped neatly in a bow. But love was out there for everyone.What happens when these two worlds collide?  ~ 2015.09

6. blue lips, blue veins by fresharold | @fresharold [E, 173.6k]

au where Harry takes art classes on Fridays before going to work and Louis is the French nude model who drops the robe and doesn’t let him focus. There are plenty of text messages, a mess of emotions and a lot of time spent in bed.  ~ 2015.10

7. Lost Memories by fresharold | @fresharold [M, 166.2k]

where Harry and Louis meet when they’re still learning the meaning of life, till they find out the meaning is “Louis&Harry” and they decide to make a lot of promises to keep them going.  ~ 2015.07
From Promises. series

8. baby we’ll be fine (all we gotta do is be brave and be kind) by aloequeera | @aloequeerafic [E, 146k]

Louis hates Harry. Harry hates being hated. First aid kits and kittens make it better.  ~ 2015.12

9. Next to your Heartbeat (where I should be) by jaded25 [M, 130.8k]

All it takes for them to fall in love is one night. All they have to do is wait one year to see each other again. Yet, when Louis returns after his year abroad, the boy who’s got his arms wrapped around Harry isn’t him. It isn’t a stranger either, which should make walking away all that easier. After all, friend’s don’t lust after their mate’s boyfriends.
Technically, doing the right thing should be easy - but when has Louis ever been known to taking the easy way out?
 ~ 2015.07

10. I’m gonna burn for you, you’re gonna melt for me by MrsStylinson | @lovehoperomance [T, 126.9k]

Harry Styles is the 22 year old counsellor in training who meets Louis on a camp for young boys with mental health issues and takes up the challenge of getting him to open up. Louis is beautiful and haunting in his near constant silence and Harry wants to crack the code. But the closer he gets, the more his own heart cracks, opening up to let a fiery blue eyed boy seep inside without warning. The more Louis shares, consciously or not, the more Harry wants. But Louis’ wrestling with demons Harry can’t fathom and Harry is fighting against the pull of his own emotions. In the end, it might just come down to a test of wills and two hearts grazing against each other, trying to discover if they fit.  ~ 2015.07

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Teddy Lupin x Reader: My Girl

AN: I have never written for the new generation of Hogwarts kids, nor do I really follow their personalities or plot devices. I haven’t read Cursed Child, and not sure if I plan on it in the future. But this was fun to write, and I kind of made up my own ideas of what I think the newer generation would be like, so I hope you enjoy this and forgive any discrepancies. 

Request: @whovianaurthor

Warnings: Very small blood mention

Y/N found Teddy Lupin breathtaking. He smelled sweet, like bubblegum, and his lips were a blushed shade of bitten red. He had long, brown eyelashes that seemingly swept others away, and for someone who had ruler-straight teeth, his smile was perfectly crooked. While his hair would be a different shade by the hour, Y/N liked it best as a cool-toned gray or shocking pink. It made his hazel eyes practically pop out of their sockets.

Y/N was quite a looker herself. She had beautiful y/h/c locks, and a cute button nose. Her laughter was like a windchime tinkling in the breeze. Y/N’s eyes were warm and full of life, and when she grinned, little crows feet crackled on the top of her cheeks. Her skin was smooth, and she was a vivid, but kind soul – always helping others get back on their feet when they fell.

Teddy and Y/N started to date in their fifth year after he shyly asked her to a drink at the Three Broomsticks through a handwritten note. He poked anonymous love letters through the crack of her dormitory door for weeks before they became an item, and had continued the gesture throughout their relationship. They would sit by the fireplace in the Hufflepuff common room; Y/N sprawled out on the rug as Teddy wrote poetry on her skin with a pot of ink and rounded quill. They existed together in a silent but peaceful harmony, and nothing felt better to Teddy than the feeling of Y/N’s hand in his.

Which is why he would get so fired up whenever Louis Weasley would chat Y/N’s ear off. They were good friends, but Louis was by nature, a flirt, and nothing sent Teddy into a fit like Louis playfully touching Y/N’s arm or biting his bottom lip when they conversed. Teddy would sit at the Hufflepuff table, his hair a jealous orange, sleeves rolled and boot strings unlaced, watching their interaction with a pained expression.

“Pretty boy is flirting with my girl.” He grumbled, angrily, fluttering his long lashes.

“Keep your head, Teddy, you know how jealous you can get.” Augusta Longbottom advised, picking at her breakfast.

“I do NOT get jealous.” He snarled, the hue of his hair darkening. “I have a lot of love for Y/N, and I’m not gonna let some prat steal her away.”

Louis had Y/N rolling with laughter. Her chest rose and fell with giggles, and tears glistened in her eyes. He was laughing too, running a hand through his stark blond hair. Louis’ blue eyes sparkled in the light of the candles, and it appeared that Y/N was pinkish in the face from all of the laughing.

“You’re such a joker.” Y/N prodded Louis, rolling her eyes.

Teddy held his fork with a purple, strained fist.

When breakfast was over, Louis and Y/N walked to their next class, and Teddy was hot on their trail. As he rushed through the bustling crowd with his messenger bag slung over his shoulder, he mumbled angry, incomprehensible phrases under his breath.


“-Ravenclaw brat thinks that he’s better than me.”

“Y/N is MINE, she’s always been MINE, and I’m gonna protect her-“

His hair slipped to a slime green, and his bushy eyebrows furrowed over his eyes. Sweat beaded on his forehead from all of his pent-up emotions, and Teddy could barely see the back of Y/N’s y/h/c hair and Louis’ blue scarf. Just as the crowd broke, he caught up to the pair, tripped over his bootlace and gave himself a bloody nose.

Y/N let out a yelp, and stooped to help Teddy up. Louis raised his eyebrows and jumped back in shock. Books and parchment fluttered about in the courtyard. Teddy quickly scrambled to his feet, and held a hand over his nose. He raised a finger at Louis.

“Stay away from my girl, Louis. She’s my sun and stars, and you need to back off because I won’t let you snatch her from me.” He barked.

“What?!” Y/N said, looking from Louis to Teddy. Teddy didn’t falter.

“You think I’m trying to chat up Y/N?” Louis asked with an incredulous tone.

“I don’t wanna hear it, snooty boy. Keep your distance. Please and thank you.” Teddy snapped, grabbing Y/N’s arm and pulling her into an empty classroom.

Louis stood, stunned, in the middle of the hall.

Teddy twisted a tissue from the desk in the corner and stuck it in his nose. Y/N rested against a table, thoroughly confused. He walked to her, and began pressing kisses all over her face, making the gap between them impossibly small. Their hips pressed together, and their bodies conformed to make one shape. Y/N had to fight her every urge, and pulled back from the kiss.

“Edward Remus Lupin, what the BLOODY HELL was that all about?” She said, placing a palm on his chest.

Teddy grabbed her hand and pulled it to his lips, tilting his head to give Y/N a dark stare as he kissed it. Y/N’s heart fluttered, and she tried to pull her focus back together and be cross with him.

“Teddy, listen to me!” She insisted.

“Baby, I am listening!” He replied, defensively.

Y/N pouted, squeezing her eyebrows together. Her y/e/c eyes glimmered as she pleaded with him.

“Tell me what’s gotten into you!” She explained. “Every time I’m with Louis, you get all… jealous!”

Teddy spun Y/N around, and snaked his hands down her waist, running his thin fingers over her skin. His mouth moved to her neck, biting and tugging wherever he pleased. His intention was to leave his own type of “Dark Mark.”

Finally, Y/N simply pushed him off, her face scarlet, but her mind attentive.

“Edward.” She said sternly, crossing her arms.

Teddy rolled his eyes and stuck out his bottom lip. He ran a rough hand along his firm jaw in thought, and shuffled his feet.

“Y/N.” He mocked.

“You know there’s nothing between Louis and I. We are really good friends!” Y/N explained, coming closer to him. “Teddy, look at me.”

Y/N placed her hands on the side of his face, her eyes shining brightly.

“Teddy, there’s never been anyone but you. I’m obsessed with you. I crave you. You’re unlike anyone or anything I’ve ever seen. You’re sweet to me, you listen to me when I need an ear. When I need someone to hold me, you extend your arm. I love you Teddy. I love the hell out of you, and if you think I’d give that up, well, you’re a fool.”

Teddy let out a sigh and dropped his head. When he perked back up, he had a soft smile on his lips. His long eyelashes fluttered, and he leaned down to give Y/N a passionate kiss. She gave his biceps a gentle massage, and when they pulled away, Teddy had calmed down considerably. Rubbing his neck, he gave another small sigh.

“Well, I have something to take care of, babe.” He admitted, quietly. “I’ll sneak into your dorm tonight and we can watch the stars, okay?”

Y/N pressed a kiss to her hand and her hand to Teddy’s lips, grinning.


“Anyway, so I’m real sorry. Gramma says I need to stop ‘projecting my insecurities on to people’ or some bollocks like that, but I know you didn’t do anything to Y/N. I’m just protective of her because she’s my world, and all that. I’ll buy you a drink sometime at the Three Broomsticks. Can you forgive me?” Teddy explained, eyes cast downward and hands in his pockets.

Louis looked uncomfortable, but smiled and shook Teddy’s hand.

“I understand, Teddy.” He replied, adjusting his scarf. “But if you think I’ll drop that drink offer, then you’ve got another thing coming.”

Teddy scoffed.

“Can’t catch a break, can I?” He joked, starting to turn and walk towards Y/N’s dorm.


At the sound of Louis’ voice, Teddy jerked back around.

“Honestly though, you’re being a bit dull.”

Teddy became quite perturbed, and pushed up his sleeves, walking towards Louis with intimidation. His apology apparently didn’t go as planned.

“What did you say to me?”

Louis let out a chuckle.

“You’re being daft, Teddy.” He explained. “Do you really think Y/N has eyes for anyone else? The girl that scribbles your name in her notes? The girl who got up the courage to talk to you for a month, then just asked you when the next Hogsmede visit was? The girl who would cry at night because she was afraid that you wouldn’t even notice her existence?”

Teddy did feel a bit stupid, and ran his fingers through now light peach hair. He gave a strangled smile.

“Love makes you stupid, my friend.” He said, giving Louis a small wave.

“I’d drink to that.” Louis replied, with a short nod.

Teddy walked away, with a fantastic smirk, and set off to hold and cherish Y/N, like he’d done for months, and would do for years.

anonymous asked:

D'you reckon you could do maybe a little Drabble for a follow up to that last TFLN where Harry snuggles and bathes the missus to make her feel a little better about the hacking and maybe she cuddles him and spoils him back a bit because she realises it must have hurt him too? IT WAS TOO CUUUUTE! Love you ❣

A double update from me today. I’m actually quite proud of myself, actually. My ideas seem to be flowing out of my like crazy. I have so many intense feels and I’m currently dying whilst writing these Boyfriend!Harry somethings. 

A blurb following TFLN #30.

* Obviously, there is no hate towards Kendall in this little something because I do like her and I wouldn’t want to write something so nasty about someone I don’t know. *

Feedback would be much appreciated - let me know what you thought. Enjoy. x

Can you come upstairs? x

Not really. I don’t want to see you right now.

Why not? I haven’t done anything? x

Harry, those photos really upset me. You were close to Kendall when you were on a yacht with me. What type of boyfriend does that to his girlfriend? 

I promise they never meant anything. She was just a friend and Kris and mum were insisting we take some photos together to keep as a keepsake from the holiday.

If it helps, mum has loads of the two of us.

Which will probably end up being leaked as well. x 

Harry, you promised you weren’t even just close friends like that. 

I know you’re friends and I know you get on – I get on with her as well – but this is just so upsetting. I’ve never seen these photos before and I’m finding them from your mum’s phone. By your fans. 

I just don’t want to see you right now. I’ll sleep on the sofa. And we’ll see how everything goes in the morning.


Just come upstairs. x



(Y/N), please come upstairs.

I have something for you.

I want to make tonight all about you.




(Y/N), I can see you in the garden. You look freezing Just come upstairs and we can talk about this.

I have something for you. x




I’ll leave what I got for you in the bedroom. I’m going to go and work on painting the walls of our spare room. That needs doing before I forget and leave the dust sheet covering the floor. x


If you need me, I’ll be in there.

I love you. x

* *

“Harry, I really don’t want to see you right now. Can you stop texting me?” You grumbled, your feet carrying you up the stairs and standing outside of the main bedroom. “I’m serious, you know that? I’m so angry with you,” you added, your hand wrapping around the doorknob of the bedroom, pushing it open with your knee and coming face-to-face with an empty room.

A room that was left entirely the same from that morning. The sheets were ruffled and the bed was still unmade, your pyjamas were balled up and set upon your pillow along with the t-shirt that Harry had slept in through the night. A pair of his dirty boxers left at the foot of the bed after his moment of teasing when he – as seductively as he could – removed his boxers and proceeded to walk to the bathroom in the nude. It was when everything was fine and dandy and there had been no worries about anything; the atmosphere was happy and there were giggles and laughter all around. 

Yet, it was only an hour after the two of you had roused completely from sleep, that the leak from his mothers iCloud on her phone had taken place with private holiday photos and home photos were taken and posted online with no consent from Anne. And the mood between the two of you had changed, as he continued to scroll through his timeline, disgruntled and angry that photos from his and his family’s private time were being used for others pleasure. 

Yet what struck you the most were the photos of him and Kendall – an ex girlfriend of which you felt just as intimidated by – and it pulled at your heartstrings at how happy they looked together on a night on the yacht that you were to spend together as you counted down to New Year; evident by the outfit he was wearing. The patterned two pieces – the button up shirt and the floral shorts – was the attire he had left your room in, showing his legs and knowing just how weak at the knees he was making you. The photos were enough to bring a twang of jealousy in your body as soon as the low quality photos had come into your vision, and you couldn’t help but react in a way that Harry wasn’t expecting.

The cold shoulder.


No response.

“Harry, where are you?” You wondered, stepping upon the carpet of the bedroom and walking over towards the closed door of the en-suite bathroom, your hand brushing across the Lush bag hanging from the door handle. “Harry, what’s this? Are you in the bathroom? Can I come in?”

As you knocked against the white wood of the bathroom door with your knuckle, you were oblivious to Harry appearing in the doorway behind you, a cough leaving his throat and emitting from his mouth.

“M’not in the bathroom. I was in the spare room,” his voice came from behind you, your body turning on your heels with your head tilted up to look where he was standing. A paint splattered t-shirt covering his upper body with a pair of his old and white sports shorts hanging down from his hips, his hair pulled back into a bun and his hairline shining from the thin layer of sweat forming upon his skin. “Didn’t you read my texts?” 

“No. With your constant messaging, I set it aside and relaxed for a bit,” you murmured, taking in his solemn appearance. His green eyes weren’t as bright as they used to be and the corners of his lips seemed to frown down a little more than usual, frown lines forming on his forehead. “I’m sorry. That was rude. I just didn’t want to talk about it and I just needed a bit of a break from it,” you mumbled, looking down at the Lush bag hanging off of your finger. “Is this uhm, is this for me?”

The distinct smell of lavender wafting from the inside of the bag and up through your nose. 

“Yeah. I went out about an hour or two ago and brought you a couple of your favourite bath bombs, some ice cream and chocolate which are downstairs, and there’s a bouquet of flowers on the windowsill in the living room that I brought and put in a vase for you,” he smiled sheepishly, his voice trailing off as he watched your stare stay upon the contents inside the bag. 

Your favourite flowers budding upon the windowsill above the sink, beside smaller pots of flowers that you had been gifted from Gemma or your parents when they came to visit the two of you, or even Anne who had taken to growing flowers in her flower garden, giving her and Robin and excuse to pop to London on the train to see her two children and their respected partners.

“Harry,” you gasped.

“It’s just a small apology. I hate it when you’re angry with me,” he admitted softly, his arms folded across his chest with his shoulder leaning against the doorframe of the bedroom. “I got the right ones, didn’t I?”

You gave him a swift nod.

The smell was familiar and you knew he’d gone out of his way to buy more than you needed, adding to the already full box of Lush bombs sitting in the cupboard beneath the sink.

“Harry, you didn’t have too,” you whispered, the sound of the floorboards creaking beneath his footsteps making you look up from the bag. “Harry, oh my god. I love you so much.”

“Am I forgiven?” He whispered, an almost smile on his face.

“You’ve been forgiven this whole time. I was just a bit upset with myself for being so angry with you over something so tiny,” you murmured, setting the bag upon the bed and holding your arms open, waiting for the almost 6-foot tall man to become engulfed by your arms. “I shouldn’t have gotten so upset. I know you’re just friends.”

Just friends indeed, after much consolation from the two of them in your time of doubts. Pulling you to the side one night out, Kendall had explained that she had no intentions of getting with Harry and that she was happy the way she was in her own status and that she knew you would be the one to settle with Harry and keep him grounded for years to come, putting your worries to bed with a smile and a hug and a promise to buy you a vodka and orange as well as going in together to buy shots.

“She wouldn’t ever try to worm her way between us either, love. She knows you’re pretty much the one for me,” he grinned, his body hunching over and pulling you into his arms, your own wrapping around his neck. “I love you too, by the way.”

“Do you want to come and have a bath with me? We can put these bath bombs to some good use,” you suggested, looking over his arm and peeking at the bag upon the bed.

“I’ve still got some painting to do, but, I can sit in the bathroom with you for a while, if you want me too,” he smiled, his chin resting upon your shoulder and letting out a hearty and content sigh. “You deserve to be treated nicely today.”

And treated nicely indeed.

A massage, a bath together, a cuddle or becoming freaks beneath the sheets.

Anything that you wanted because he knew it was all about you after such a day that lead stress and those worries to be brought back up.

“But, you can treat me nicely in the bath,” you smirked, looking up at him as he retracted his head from your shoulder. 

“You’re so cheeky,” he whispered, a smirk on his face. “We’ll see how I feel after I’ve finished the spare bedroom. If I don’t finish today, I’ll never get finished,” he chuckled, pressing his lips to your forehead. “Would you like me to go and run you the bath and you can go down and get your chocolate and the ice-cream?”

“Best boyfriend ever, you know that?”

“I try,” he grinned, snaking his hands to the curve of your bum, his fingers squeezing at your cheeks and earning a jolt of your body to knock against the front of his body. A cheeky touch that was enough to send sparks through your veins and a blush to form and paint your cheeks with a pink colour.

“Oi, cheeky!”

* *

Watching as the bath bomb fizzled in the water, you stood beside him with a towel wrapped around your body, tucked neatly under your arm. A comfortable silence filling the large room, the echo of running water being the only sound heard over your breathing. His arm wrapped around your shoulders as you waited for the water to fill to a decent level, before you reached to turn the knobs down to stop the water completely. A grin on your lips.

“This smells so good,” you groaned happily, discarding the towel from your nude body and stepping into the water with the help from Harry. His hand holding your tightly until you begun to sink below the painted purple water and closing your eyes, blocking the light from the bathroom and emitting into darkness. “Lavender oil is just the most divine smell ever, isn’t it?” 

“It does smell pretty lovely,” Harry smiled from his position on the rug beside the tub, his hand submerged beneath the water and completely disappearing beneath the purple top. “I’ll tell you what smells even better though.”


“Your body. It becomes so soft and sweet-smelling after one of these Lush baths, when we’re cuddled up in bed and you’re laid on top of me and your shoulder just smells so good,” he admitted, a grin on his lips as he laid his chin upon his arm. His green eyes staring intently at you with a smile upon his lips, his teeth showing, and his face soft and warm.

“That’s why you’re always kissing my shoulders in bed,” you giggled, tickling your fingers up his cheek. He was usually found biting and suckling upon your skin normally, and you were always confused as to why it was always after your baths. His nose always tucked into the crook of your neck, where the smell of lavender seemed to linger more than on any other part. “You’re so lovely to me, you know that? I’m so lucky to have you.” 

“Nonsense, you donut. You’re my girlfriend and I love you to pieces. It’s my job to look after you and make amends when something happens,” he whispered. He was always considered the peace maker between the two of you, with his mind always knowing the best ways to go in creating peace between the two of you and mediating the arguments to make sure you never went to bed angry at one another and to make sure you never left the little spat between you unattended and unsolved.

“You need to go and finish some painting,” you pointed out, cupping his chin in your palm and running your wet thumb across his cheek. “You look very fit covered in white paint, doing some housework, you know that? It’s quite a little turn on for me, if I’m going to be honest. I might have to come and watch you paint some walls,” you smirked, his head lifting from his forearm. 

“You’re so bloody cheeky. What happened to my sweet and innocent and virgin girlfriend, hm?” Harry smirked, pushing himself up and standing to his socked feet. His knees cracking as he straightened up, brushing his hand over your hair and chuckling as the knotted strands stuck up. A frown sitting on your face as you swatted his wrists away from your head. “What happened, hm?”

“You took it from me and corrupted my innocence,” you grinned up at him, your smiling and crinkled face sending sparks through his body. “You made a mess upon my innocence.”

“Mm-hm. Clever. Quote my lyrics. I’ll get you sued for tha’,” he smirked, pushing his hand beneath the water level and splashing the purple water up, the droplets landing upon your cheeks and catching you with surprise.


Woc Series: Organic Markets & Assets

Hey guys!! I know that I’ve been gone for a while but I’ve been going through a rough period.  Hopefully, I’m back for good, because I find a lot of solace in writing and in this fandom!  Anyway, this requested imagine is about Harry being totally obsessed with Y/N’s bum!  I didn’t want to make this imagine too smutty because I wanted it to be an everyday cute thing between Harry and his girl.  As always, comment, like, ask questions, and enjoy!!


The clock had just struck six and the sky had begun to turn pink from the early sun’s rays.  The slight snores coming from your boyfriend bounced around the bedroom, and the soft bird chirps came in through the open window. It was the beginning of a beautiful summer day and something about the warm breeze flowing in put you in a playful mood.

You were already up, had taken your shower, and were admittedly a tad bit bored; however you walked over to your bed and carefully lifted up the covers to climb back in and cuddle with Harry for a bit, not bothered that he was still dreaming. With soft fingers you grasped his arm closest to you and wrapped it around your waist, grinning at Harry’s bedhead that laid splayed around his face.  You quietly placed a finger to his nose and his breathing stuttered.

“Haz,” you whined out with a pout.

“Hmmm,” Harry mumbled, his green eyes still closed, but he squeezed your waist with his large fingers, showing that he was awake if just for a moment.

“I’m bored.”

“No you’re not.”  

You scrunched your eyebrows at him and scowled slightly.  “Yes, I am,” you insisted.

“Then do something, love,” he grumbled out, his voice groggy with sleep, and his eyes still closed.

You looked at his smooth face for a second before biting the inside of your cheek.  His breaths began to slow again and you realized you were about to lose him to sleep.

“Harold,” you whined once more, your voice high.  You scowled deeper when he gave you a sigh in response.

Deciding to get back at him, you quickly came up with a plan and smiled to yourself before biting your lip.

“Okay, I’ll leave you alone. I’ll go to the organic market to get some ingredients to make some smoothies for when you wake up.  Does that sound good?”  You cooed to him, and he nodded slightly, too tired to hear the playful tilt in your voice.

“Okay, babe,” you leaned in to kiss his cheek before untangling yourself from his hold and quietly went back into your closet to pull out something that you knew always sent him in a frenzy.  You quickly put it on, giggling slightly to yourself before reemerging into the bedroom.

You walked over to the bed once more, stopping on Harry’s side so that he would get a good view of you.

“Okay, Harry, I’m leaving,” his back was towards you and you huffed out a large breath.

“Haz,” you tapped his shoulder and with an annoyed sigh, your boyfriend turned over, his eyes finally open but still slightly guarded with sleep.  

Until he saw you.

You couldn’t help but giggle as his eyes brightened and roved over your form.  You turned slightly, shaking your hips at him and you heard him groan.

“You’re going out like that?”  He whispered, his voice terse.

“They’re just yoga pants, Haz,” you raised an amused eyebrow at him.

“We both know that’s not the case…”

You pursed your lips at him, knowing that he was right.  You were curvy, endowed with a large ass and bust, and the particular yoga pants that you were wearing showcased your former wonderfully.  It always put Harry into a tailspin, and you pulled it out on special occasions when you wanted more of his attention or you were feeling extra playful.  And with your small tshirt on, you were a walking Harry’s wet dream.

“Well, I gotta go,” you smiled at your boyfriend.  You saw his eyebrows scrunch together before he quickly sat up, the covers pooling at his bare waist and tendrils of his hair falling in his face and skewing your entire form from view.

“I’m going with you,” he murmured, his eyes not once leaving you.

You poked a hip out and smiled genuinely.  

“Great,” you grinned as Harry rolled his eyes.


By the time the two of you walked out the door it was a quarter to seven, and the air was sweet and warm.

“Do you wanna walk?” You asked him as you skipped down the steps of your walkway.  You looked over your shoulder and smiled as you noticed Harry’s gaze on your shapely hips.

“Haz,” you laughed.

His eyes quickly shot up to yours and a small smirk appeared across his face.

“Yea, I love this view.” You shook your head at him, brushing back some curls from your face before leading the way to the organic market.

It was only a ten minute walk, but you were happy when you walked into the store and the cool air blasted you; it was summer after all.

You grabbed a basket and pursed your lips as you thought about which aisle to go down.

“I’m assuming you want a kale smoothie?” You called over your shoulder to Harry.

“You know me so well,” he joked, a smile in his voice.

“Why don’t you walk beside me,” you playfully asked as you turned left down an aisle to find the green leafy vegetables.

“I don’t want anyone else to see this view.  It’s mine,” he pouted, causing you to laugh.

“Haz, there’s no one in here besides us,” you whispered to him before hearing him sigh.  You heard him increase his pace before seeing him beside you, making you smile.

Your smile widened when you felt him lay a large hand across your ass, pulling you closer into him.

“Really?” you laughed up at him, momentarily getting distracted by his green gaze and pointed nose.

“Yes, really,” he squeezed your ass in his hand lightly, causing you to fix him with a warning glance.

He glanced down at you with his famous smirk, and you simply shook your head, letting it go.

“Ok, here’s the kale,” you murmured before reaching to grab a good two handfuls as Harry brought over the plastic bag to put them in.  

With the bag grasped lightly in your hand, you turned back towards Harry and lifted yourself on your toes in order to place a small peck on his inviting lips.  You gasped slightly when with his strong arm, he pulled you closer to him and used his other hand to palm your ass in his large hand.

You smiled as you pulled back, closing your eyes as you felt him massage you lightly.

“Haz,” you warned once more, trying your best to give him a stern glare.

“Yes, love?”

‘We are in public….” You whispered carefully, slightly reveling in the feeling of his hand on you.

“I’m very aware,” he chuckled to you, his eyes alight with mischief.

“You can’t grope me in public…”

“Like you said, there’s no one in here.”

“Harry…” you whined out, quickly grasping his hand and moving it to your lower back, ignoring his groan of protest.

“I can’t help it; I’m in love with you and your assets..” Harry grinned down at you.

“Yea,” you raised your eyebrows at him as you shimmied out of his grasp in order to go to the fresh fruit aisle.  “Come on,” you called over your shoulder to him, listening out for his footsteps.


“Come on take a sip…” Harry teased you as he held the green smoothie towards your scrunched up face. You turned your nose up at the disgusting drink and shook your head like a child.

“Absolutely not,” you licked your full lips, gathering the rest of your strawberry smoothie from off of them before dipping underneath Harry’s outstretched arm to head toward the living room.

“But it’s so good,” Harry teased as he followed you to the couch.

“Ooomf,” you let out a sigh as you fell onto it, stretching out and kicking your legs so that Harry couldn’t sit down with his kale smoothie.

“Kitten,” Harry’s voice held a playful edge to it that made you grin into the cushions.

“Come on, just one sip will finish it, love,” Harry hummed to you.

You stopped kicking your legs to look back at his pouting face before rolling your eyes and stretching out a hand for the glass.

“Fine,” you huffed. There was only a little bit left in the glass and with a playful attitude you snatched it from his grasp and plugged your nose before downing it quickly.

“Ughhhh, why do you drink that, Haz,” you whined out, small tears gathering in the corners of your eyes.

“It’s good, love.”

You shook your head adamantly at him before burying your head back into the cushions as Harry took the now empty glass and set it on the coffee table.

“It wasn’t that bad,” Harry chuckled at you.

“I deserve something in return..” your voice came out muffled.

“Massage, perhaps?” Harry offered.  Your ears perked up as you heard him walk towards you and you felt as he moved your legs to the side to sit down before adjusting them on his lap.

You fixed your arms underneath your head before turning it to the side in a more comfortable position.

Before you could say anything, you felt Harry’s fingers ghost over your legs, too faint to tickle you but enough for you to feel his presence.  You sighed happily, closing your eyes, reveling in the feeling of Harry.

You grew goosebumps as Harry trailed his fingers up your legs to your thighs and eventually to your ass where he stopped to palm it with his large hands.  You bit your bottom lip, trying to hide your growing smile.

The truth was, Harry was in love with every part of you, but he especially worshipped your ass.  It was always so “plump,” and “round,” and “earth-shatteringly perfect,” and it was rare for a day to pass without him grasping it or talking about it.  And when paired with the yoga pants that you were currently wearing, it seemed as if he held no power to stop himself.  That’s why it wasn’t that much of a surprise that Harry was running his hand over your hips and ass softly, lovingly.

“Mmmm,” you hummed out, extremely pleased.

“Feels good,” Harry’s voice came out deep and low, carrying through the room.

“Yes,” you were certain that Harry could hear the grin in your voice.

You were sure that was what prompted him to softly squeeze you before rubbing you once more.  Harry used his thumbs to rub the dip in your lower back before returning to rub your cheeks in small circles, gently making his way across the whole surface of your ass.  

Your breaths began to deepen and you felt your body grow heavy.  You felt like your lower body had small electric currents running around your hips and you knew that it was due to Harry’s touch.

“I love you, Harry,” you murmured dreamily.

“I love you more,” you heard the smirk in his voice and before you could start up a playful banter you felt yourself slipping into a light sleep.  

birthday boy ⏭ louis tomlinson imagine

prompt: it’s louis’s birthday, and of course, it’s Christmas Eve so spirits are already at a maximum. in the middle of his “special” present, his parents show up, surprising you both or, the one where you’re giving louis oral underneath the table and his parents walk in.

“What’s all this?” Louis’s morning voice drawled out as he ran a hand through his hair, yawning softly as he looked at the pancakes, bacon, eggs and coffee you’d just spent the better part of an hour making for him.

“Made you breakfast, happy birthday baby.” You said, dusting the left over pancake mix from your hands, before pressing a kiss to his cheek.

Louis smiles lightly, walking over to you and wrapping his arms around your waist, pressing a kiss to your lips. You laughed softly, pulling away after a second, making him let out a soft grin.

“What I don’t get a ‘thanks for the breakfast (Y/N), looks good?’” You say

, smiling playfully.

His hands immediately wrap around your bony hips, pulling your body up against his. You look at him with a startled expression, eyebrows furrowing. He leans in, pressing a soft kiss to the shell of your ear, voice low and slightly-husky as he mumbles:

“Food looks good, but you look better.” He lets out a soft chuckle, hand rubbing up and down your side gently as his teeth lightly nibble on your earlobe, making you think that the last twenty or so minutes you’d spent making him pancakes were for nothing.

You don’t want to, but you lightly put your hand on his chest to stop his advancements. 

“Babe, c’mon.” He mumbles, trying to get you to do something, anything.

“No Louis, you need to eat and get dressed, your parents are coming this afternoon so we can celebrate a family Christmas. If we keep going we’ll never be ready for that.” You say with a soft sigh.

He groans softly, giving you a slightly annoyed glare, kissing your cheek before stalking over to the kitchen table, where you’d hung a lovely white-lace table cloth, just for the holidays.

Taking his seat at the head of the table, he sat back slightly, cutting up his pancakes before pouring a mountain of syrup on it. You finished tending to all of the dirty dishes before heading back upstairs to get dressed for the day. You were excited, you could feel it, today was going to be an amazing day.

You’d showered earlier that morning, and you just needed to put on your sweater and everything would be ready. You slipped on your red Christmas sweater, that matched Louis’s, before pulling your hair back. You didn’t think you looked too bad, and you knew that Louis would be enjoying his little “birthday present”, that’d you’d be sure to show him as soon as the two of you had a little free time.

You looked into the mirror once more before heading back downstairs to where Louis was still eating his breakfast. You smiled at the sight of him drinking his coffee, even though the both of you were tea people. He had his phone in his hand and you could tell that he was scrolling through his twitter timeline, and that is when an idea popped into your head.

Getting down on your hands and knees, you crawled underneath the table, using whatever stealth skills you could manage you crawled up to where Louis’s legs were just barely spread, completely unaware.

You slipped your hand up his thigh gently, moving towards the crotch of his basketball shorts, starting to rub your hand teasingly up and down. You heard Louis mumble a soft “fuck”, the sound of his phone falling on to the table coming shortly after. 

You smirked, beginning to massage him, making him let out a soft groan as he scooted his chair in closer.

“What are you doing, (Y/N)?” He asked, as you slipped your hand into his shorts, his lack of boxers extremely evident by the sudden arousal of his member.

“Happy birthday.” You mumbled before tugging on his dick lightly, smirking up at him from under the table.

You heard Louis grunt from above, as you leaned forward and took him into your mouth. You gently sucked on the tip, earning a stifled groan from him, “Mm, yes (Y/N), You dirty girl, such on my cock.”

You continued to tongue at the tip only to hear him growl, “Stop teasing, and take it already.”

He reached a hand down and tangle his fingers in your hair, forcing you to take more of him into your mouth. As your lips touched the base of his hips area he groaned. 

“Fuck, baby, open for me.” You nodded, mouth falling open a little more to adjust to his size, but as usual you struggled for air and pulled back slightly to catch your breath. 

You had managed to take a quick  breath before he thrust back into your mouth. You moaned around him, just in time to hear him groan as he tugged at your hair slightly.

You started to bob your head a little bit faster, making him moan in approval, starting to thrust his hips slightly. You didn’t give Louis oral very often, hell, you guys barely did anything ever, this was one of the few times you’d been able too.

“Fuck!” He groaned as he started to fuck your throat, his dick sliding in and out of your mouth with ease. 

“You feel so good, babe. Holy shit.”

You pulled off for a moment, your hand still sliding back and forth in swift tugs, as you spoke, “’Least I could give for my birthday boy.”

As you went to put your mouth back on his dick, the front door opened and you felt louis sit up straighter than the fans had ever perceived him to be.

“Sorry to just walk in like the Lou, but it is colder than your mum’s kiss out there!” The cheery voice of Louis’s step-dad Daniel rang out, followed by his mum’s cheery laugh and a soft thud, presumably her playfully slapping his chest.

You stayed there, mouth hanging open in both fear and embarrassment, hadn’t they said they’d be here around one?

You rolled the sleeve of your sweater up to glance at your watch, it was only eleven! 

They were ea-

“Sorry we’re early, lad, we thought checkout was at eleven, but it turns out it was rather early, wasn’t it darling?”

“Yes, it was! I was going to call but I got caught up with the twins! You know how busy babies can be!” 

The room was getting hotter, could this get anymore awkward?

“Where’s (Y/N) at?”

Louis cleared his throat, letting out soft “um”, “uhs” as he searched for an excuse.

“I uh-”

“You jabbed his thigh, making him noticeably wince, and glare at you out of the corner of his eyes.

‘getting groceries’ you mouthed to him and he nodded, although this exchange couldn’t possibly have been more noticeable.

“She’s uh- She’s getting groceries!” He tried to cover, and you slapped your head, although it was louder than you thought.

“What was that?” Came his mum’s voice.

Again, Louis’s wits were beginning to fail him.

It was the GASP! STEVEN! commercial come to life.

“I dropped my phone on my leg.”

You decided now was the right time to help louis back into his shorts, you were not going to get caught giving oral under the table.

There were a thousand other things you’d rather fucking do, and Louis was high on the list.

“You know what mum, now is really not a good time, would you guys mind coming back in an hour, (Y/N) is having a rough time with something and-”

You could only imagine the faces they must have had.

“Honey we have yet to go get the twins from the car. That should give you enough time, yeah?” Johannah’s voice sounded odd, but you didn’t know why.

You heard the door open as Louis muttered something along the lines of praise the lord.

“Do you have that Jo, or do you need my help?” 

“Of course I need your help, someone has to carry in the bags.” 

“We’ll be back in a few minutes Louis, and we can catch up.”

“Sounds good ma!” Louis said awkwardly and you couldn’t help but let out a relieved breath as you heard the door open and the sounds of someone walking outside.

“Oh and son,” You heard Dan’s voice call back.

“Yeah?” Louis answered weakly.

“We know she’s under the table.”



Till the End of Time: He’s okay.

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Pushing a hand through Eli’s hair you push back the few matted dark blonde curls that were sticking to his forehead. You removed you hand with your brows furrowed as his head fell to you shoulder as you carried him down the stairs.

It was nearly lunch time and he was only just waking up. He’d had a fever since he woke up early that morning crying he had been in your bed since that 4 am wake up call, star fished next to you as the air conditioning tried to cool him down.

Gently you lowered him down into the potable coat in the play room, Fee watching from her spot on the floor where she was colouring. He pulled his bunny rabbit into him and cuddled it to his chest as he moved his eyes to the bright show on the television.

“I’m just going to be in the kitchen if you need me at all.” You say to Fee who gives you a little nod as you leave the room.

Harry was at the studio with the other guys recording some new songs for the album. This was the first time that Eli had been sick since he was let out of the NICU and he didn’t want to leave you but you thought you would be fine.

You’d talked to Kellie already and she had told you that it wasn’t a dangerous temperature and to give him the medication that you were and that if he were to get any worse, to take him to the hospital to be safe. Of course that didn’t make you feel any better. Harry had been checking up to see if everything was okay, you wanted to tell him to come back but he was only a phone call away if anything went wrong.

“Mummy,” You had barely gotten the loaf of bread out to make lunch before you heard a series of coughs and Fee’s high pitched yell.

Everything in your hands was forgotten as you dropped it back to the bench and rushed back to the play room. Eli was curled up and though he had stopped coughing he was breathing fast and with everyone, his stomach pulled in around his ribs as he wheezed a little. From your experience you knew that he was struggling to breathe.

Within seconds you had your phone pressed to your ear calling 999. Pulling him up to rest on your hip and pressing a kiss to his forehead trying to keep calm while Fee watched with her eyes full of worry. You tried to keep calm as you explained to the operator what was happening and after you had given her your address she told you there was going to be an ambulance at your house in only a few minutes.

“It’s ok Elijah,” You whispered as you held out a hand to Fee and she took it without any hesitation.

Fee was fully dressed and you told her to wait at the door and put on her shoes as you went upstairs to grab an onesie for Eli since he was only in a diaper. You shushed him and swayed to try and calm him down and you were trying not to cry yourself.

Everything changed very fast.

When you came back downstairs and slung the nappy bag over your shoulder you could hear the ambulance sirens getting closer to your house. The sound of them hit you hard as you realised what was really about to happen. It hadn’t even been a year since Eli left the NICU.

Eli started scream at your ear as the pain grew in his little body and Fee clung to your leg. She was scared. She knew that her little brother wasn’t feeling well and know he was screaming and she knew that you worried.

You met the paramedics in your driveway and one of them took Eli from your arms while another helped you up as you lifted Fee into your arms. One paramedic tried to hold Eli down on the bed as he tried to move towards you and away from the men he didn’t know.

With one hand you take his, trying to soothe him again while you pulled your phone back out to call Harry. The continuous ring fell on deaf ears as you watched the paramedic doing so many checks you had seen preformed on Eli before.

“Baby,” You finally heard Harry’s voice but your eyes were concentrated on Eli as an oxygen mask was placed over his face and you finally broke down.

Harry had run to the phone from the studio the second he saw Niall holding it up so he could see your name on the screen. The second he had the phone pressed to his ear he could hear the pained cries of his son through the speaker plus another male’s voice. You weren’t answering him and then he heard you sob.

“(Y/N), baby what’s wrong?” He asked as he started to grab his stuff ready to go home to you. He knew he shouldn’t have left you this morning.

“He’s not breathing properly Harry. We’re in ambulance and they’ve put on oxygen mask on him.” You took in a deep breath and let out a single sob. “I need you Harry.”

His chest tightened at those words. He loved hearing them as much as he hated hearing them. He liked feeling needed by you but he hated when he was away from you and he couldn’t help you.

“Breathe baby, breathe. I’m on my way I’ll meet you there. It’s ok.” He had finished shoving everything into his pockets.

“Please hurry. I love you.” You whispered before the line went dead and he could repeat the last three words to you.

“Everything good mate?” Louis asked as all the guys eyed his movements.

Shaking his head he pulls his arms through his jacket. “Eli is being taken to hospital.”

They all gave Harry a single nod and wishes that everything that would be ok with Eli. On some level he didn’t think he should be driving. His hands were shaking as he thought back to the first six weeks of his little boy’s life that was lived in the hospital and now he was back. He was once again stuck with the possibility of losing his child.

He had to take a deep breathe before he got out of the car and run to the ER entrance. He didn’t know if the few people in the waiting room were giving him a look because of who he was or if it was because he looked so frazzled.

“Um, I’m looking for my son Elijah, he’s only ten months. My wif…”

Harry didn’t even have time to finish speaking before another nurse popped out from the emergency room doors. “Mr Styles?” she asked which he nodded to. “Follow me.” He thanked the nurse at the counter before he followed after the other.

“Daddy,” He wasn’t walking long before he saw Fee, who was being entertained by another nurse with a glove that had been blown up, had spotted him.

“Hey, gorgeous, stay here for a second.” He said to her pushing a hand back through her hair. She nodded at him while the nurse pointed towards the closest bay where there were a number of nurses surrounding the bed that had his son on it.

You were stood at the end of the bed leant over his head and stroking through his hair to keep him calm while the doctors and nurses tried to work on his little body. He was still crying and Harry’s chest tightened further.

“Dad?” a nurse asked and when he nodded again she pulled him around to stand at your side.

Your eyes flicked up to him when you saw him and he rested a hand on your back as he pressed a kiss to your forehead. A tear slipped from your eye as you shook your head and looked back to your distressed little boy.

The doctor that was in charge of all the hustle around Eli stood next to you now that he had been stabilised with an oxygen cannula, IV drip and an assortment of monitors.

“There is obviously a problem with his lungs. He’s struggling to breathe and it doesn’t sound clean. I want to x-ray his chest before I give a final diagnosis and to do that I’m going to need someone to hold him still.” The doctor’s eyes moved to you and so did Harry’s, he would only stay still for you.

The x-ray was going to scare him and it was going to hurt you to hold him still while you knew he was going to hate it but it had to happen.


“He’s okay,” Harry whispered into your ear.

You turned your head and scowled him and he chuckled a little. You were in a private hospital room with Eli still on oxygen and now receiving antibiotics through an IV drip to kill the bacteria that was causing his severe pneumonia.

It was almost midnight and you were breastfeeding him now because he hadn’t eaten much all day. Though it wouldn’t affect you, you’d had to get a vaccine shot before you could feed him so it wouldn’t be passed back to him. Since Fee still had a young immune system, she had to get one as well which resulted in her desperately trying to wiggle out of Harry’s arms as she saw the needle and sucking on the lollipop she’d received with a glare at everyone.

“I’m serious baby,” he whispered as he massaged Eli’s leg. “One night in the hospital isn’t that bad considering what he’s already has been through. His fever is gone and he’s eating again. He’s okay.”

“What about the asthma thing?” Hearing that Eli might have asthma was not something you needed to tell as you were already worrying about him.

Harry just shook his head at you and moved a hand over Eli’s back where he was still breathing a bit fast. “We’ll deal with that when it arrives.”

Pushing back Harry’s curls you lean in closer without disturbing Eli on your chest to press a quick kiss to your husband’s lips. “I love you.” You whisper to him as you pull back. “Sorry for completely stressing out today.”

Harry chuckled as he pressed a kiss to the top of your nose. “I would have been more concerned if you didn’t freak out. If either he or Fee sneeze you drop everything and watch there every move.”

Elijah was okay now.


Harry slid the worn out and hole-y t-shirt over his head, covering his cold chest. It wasn’t that the room was freezing cold, it was the fact he’d come from under the constraints of the duvet and your body into an environment which was a little cooler. His eyes scanned the dark room as he looked for a pair of pyjama bottoms, his feet shuffling along the floor in order to feel around for the soft material. He could hear the snuffled cries and whines coming from the hallway, baby cries soon filling the room as he panicked for a while. His head turned to look over at your sleeping figure, just a lump under the duvet in the visible light shuffling amongst the sheets to find another source of warmth. 

He knew you were tired. He was home late the previous night, having to stay behind at the studio in order to finish off recording and writing. You understood that he needed to stay behind, but having a crying baby keeping you up was difficult. He wanted to come home, back to you and his little girl to have a snuggle and a film night with pizza and wine. Instead he was in a studio. A stuffy, hot and boring studio filled with writers and recording crew. You insisted he stayed to complete his work, even with his constant whining about staying later. 

He figured that taking the night routine would be enough to make up for it. He knew you were grateful for that. He’d taken the day off the following day, in order to take some of the pressure away from you. The boys understood, the recording crew understood and he promised them he’d still keep his mind set somewhere upon continuing the newest song they were writing. 

He felt the atmosphere change as he moved from the bedroom to the chilly hallway. His bare arms becoming exposed to the chills, creating goosebumps to rise up on his arms. His hairs standing on end. The cries were getting louder the closer he got to the room, and he could feel his heart aching. His chest was tightening as his hand curled around the handle of the door, pushing the slightly ajar door open further. The pink nursery came into view, with the white nightlight in the corner of the room being the source of light so he could see where he was going. The blinds were pulled down, and the barely inaudible mobile hanging above the cot was playing soft music to lull his baby girl to sleep.

“Hello, my little one. How’s daddy’s favourite girl?” Harry wondered, as he leant over the cot, her cries loud and squealing. “Hey, hey. Come on, darling. Stop all this crying, hm. Daddy’s got you, Darcy” He whispered, as he placed his hands at either side of her body. He shifted her weight onto his chest, with a hand placed beneath her bottom, his other resting on her back. “Oh, baby. Is someone a little grumpy?” Harry chuckled softly, as he moved over to the rocking chair beside the blind-covered window. His back cracked as he hunched over to sit down, a whine and a hiss leaving his lips. This only made Darcy cry more, and he felt like he didn’t know what to do.

“Darcy, hey, it’s okay” Harry whispered, as he ran his thumb over her back. The onesie she had on her body was soft beneath the pad of his thumb, and the fleece was beginning to loose its tightness from where she’d worn it so much. It was a gift from Louis when she was born 3 weeks back, something he’d brought in the day following your labour. “Darcy, baby. Please” He whispered, a slight beg in his tone. “Daddy loves you, little one. So much. And mummy loves you too” He carried on, her cries lessening softly. “Your mummy made me so proud when she brought you into the world. We’ve had you for 3 weeks now, and we couldn’t have even asked for anything different. You,” he whispered, as he tapped at Darcy’s button nose softly, “you are my precious baby girl, and you’re stuck with me as your daddy for life” He chuckled, as Darcy’s cries lessened, the room falling silent.

That’s the noise he liked. When he could heard her jagged breaths and his breath melding together. 

“Good girl, poppet. That’s good, hmm? You just wanted some cuddles with daddy, didn’t you?” Harry grinned, as her face nuzzled into his neck. The side of her head tucked underneath his jaw. He could feel her breathing against his neck, her warm breath giving him a sense of warmth inside. “You smell delightful, poppet. I could just eat you up” He chuckled, his chest rumbling as he let out soft puffs through his nose. 

He’d always looked forward to having his own baby. To have a baby with the love of his life was a jackpot, and he didn’t want anything to change. He was lucky to have been blessed with you for most of his life, growing up with you. You knew he wanted a baby, you knew he wanted marriage, and you knew he wanted a normal job after One Direction. You’d supported his career fully, and you always made sure to go to every show possible. He took you on tour with him, he took you to award shows with him, and he even took you to LA with him on his off days. 

He’d always looked forward to having that baby smell fill the house, with the smell of powdered milk and baby shampoo mixing together. It was a smell he’d grown accustomed to from tour, when he’d taken occasional nights to look after Lux when she was a baby. He had plenty of practice for parenthood, and he knew he was ready for whatever life would bring him.

With you by his side, the two of you could conquer anything.

* *

His side of the bed was cold when you awoke. Your eyes trying to adjust to the bright sunlight shining into the room. The pale green walls of the bedroom were illuminated and bright, and your eyes just couldn’t adjust much. They stung from the still lac of sleep, and you felt like you should sleep for a thousand years for you to regain the strength. 

You had felt him move in the middle of the night. The sheets rustling together had woken you, but you’d fallen asleep quicker than when you’d awoke. The cries had been distant in your ears, when usually they’d have been loud and ringing. Maybe it was because Harry was on night duty? For that, you were grateful.

He’d been a true sport throughout your pregnancy with him running out and getting your cravings, even if it was the middle of the night. He’d sit with you, whilst your head was lodged into the toilet bowl as you threw up the contents from the previous dinner. He’d been there for you when you needed a back massage and when your feet needed some soothing rubs. He’d run baths for you, and occasionally sit in them with you. He loved to just be close with you, in awe at your growing bump. 

He was an even bigger sport when you’d gone into labour. He’d been on full alert the whole morning. He could sense it, before you even could. He had the baby bag packed neatly in the corner of the bedroom with another bag resting beside it with things that either he or you would need. He’d packed a book for you, and he’d loaded his iPad up with movies so you could snuggle on the hospital bed whilst you were going through the contraction period. He promised, on your wedding day, that he’d be there for you no matter what.

And he had lived up to that vow.

You kicked the duvet from your body, your legs stretching out from under a pair of Harry’s boxer shorts you slept in. They were baggy and loose, and he hated that you nicked them. Because they were his favourite pair. You’d had them since you’d fallen pregnant, and he didn’t have the heart to take them from you. As your feet his the carpet, you could hear him talking through the baby monitor. His voice deep and raspy.

“Good morning, my little one. Did you have a good sleep on daddy, hm?” You heard him wonder, with a soft chuckle leaving his lips. “The things you do to daddy, huh? You’re going to have me wrapped around your finger, you are” He stated, and your ears perked up as you heard the soft coo leave your daughters mouth.

“Shall we go and get some breakfast, hm? We won’t wake mummy up just yet. We can have some cuddles on the sofa” You heard him say, as you stood from your sitting position on the bed. “Come on then, poppet. I can hear your belly grumbling” Harry laughed, as you felt your chest twang with love. When he called her poppet, it made your heart melt. He’d forever been wanting a baby to do that with.

As you moved from the bed to the door, you heard his soft footsteps emerge from the nursery. The door creaked open as you pulled it back, and his figure emerged. “Oh look, mummy’s awake” He grinned, as he shuffled across the floor to where you were stood. 

“Hi, mister. You didn’t come back to bed. I missed you” You whispered, as you leant up and pressed a kiss to the corner of his mouth. His lips were dry and you could smell his slight morning breath. “Are you going for breakfast? I can make it. I need to feed Darcy anyway. You must be tired. Go back to bed” You smiled, as he shook his head. A grin on his lips. His tongue ran over his lips, and his hair fell over his face.

“No, I’m okay. I want to spend the few hours with my little one. You go back to bed. You look like you need it, honey” Harry muttered, as he felt Darcy drool against his shoulder. “Oh, thank you, poppet. Daddy’s t-shirt is not edible. Don’t you eat that” He chuckled, as your hand cupped his elbow.

“Harry, you must be exhausted. Please” You begged, as he shook his head. His lips pressing to your forehead as your arm ran up to his bicep. “Harry…”

“Baby, I’m fine. I promise. I slept fine last night. Don’t worry” He stated, as he walked passed you. His feet beginning to descend down the stairs. “Go back to bed, and I’ll bring you a friend breakfast up. You need to sleep, baby. I can see it in your eyes” Harry smiled, as he looked back. 

“I’m perfectly fine, Harry” You muttered, as he chuckled lightly. He continued to walk down the steps, and you could hear Darcy begin to whine at the sudden change of atmosphere. “Harry.. I can have her up here. I can feed her while you make breakfast” You suggested, as you began to walk down the steps. His body appeared from around the corner, a shake of his head stopping you. 

“Go to bed. I can feed her, and burp her, and stuff. I’ll bring her up when breakfast has nearly finished, then I’ll come down and get it” He smiled, as he walked off against. The kitchen door opening in the distance.

* *

(Sophia’s texts, (Y/N)’s texts)

You knew he loved Darcy. 

Anyone would be stupid to think he disliked having a baby. He was true father material, yet you thought he hadn’t grasped that you needed his help as well. You didn’t want to say you were jealous, per say. But you were a little down that he’d take her from you when he had the chance. 

You situated yourself on the bed, the pillow resting against the headboard as you sat upright. Your legs crossed with your laptop resting on your lap. Your phone was sat beside you on the white material, occasionally beeping away with messages and Instagram tags from Gemma and Anne. Your eyes cast down to the message shining away at the bottom of the screen, with ‘Sophia’ beside it.

Hey, you! I need to see you today. Liam’s out. Apparently him and Harry have organised a day out to go golfing with Niall, or something. Leaving me alone. I was thinking you and little Darcy could come and hang with me. x

You proceeded to text away at the screen, your nails tapping softly against the glass.

Harry hasn’t mentioned anything about that. He told me he was taking care of Darcy all day. Apparently, he’s making up for the night they stayed at the studio into the early hours of the morning. I’m sure me and Darce could pop over for a few hours. I’ll need to back though, as Gemma’s popping over for dinner. xx

You could sense Sophia’s lips curving into a smile as she scanned the message. She loved seeing you, and she loved seeing Darcy just as much. She was well loved in your little group of friends, and they spoilt her rotten. Liam and Sophia had the tendency to buy her cute little shoes and dresses, whilst Louis brought her onesies and baby football kits. Niall had yet to spoil her, but you had a feeling he was waiting for the toddler/schooling stage. So he could treat her to ice-cream and pizza and take her out for the evenings.

Yay. I think they were only going for a couple of hours anyway. I don’t know. Liam was like ‘I’m off golfing with the lads today’ and he went into the shower. That was it. I think Harry’s picking them up anyway, so he can drop you off here and pick you up after. If not, I’ll drop you home. Liam had insisted we installed a baby seat for her. Harry told everyone of us too. x

You laughed softly, and shook your head.

Only Harry would do that. He’ll probably take her golfing with him. He’s not been able to put her down. I feel like I barely spend any time with her at the minute. He knows I pump milk for the morning feeds, so he takes that as an advantage to keeping hold of her. I’ll persuade him to let me have her… x

As you waited for her to send a message back, the door creaked open and Harry appeared in the doorway. You babbling little girl was settled in the crook of his arm as she gripped at his t-shirt. You smile as you settled up more, and held your hands out for her. You watched as Harry’s bare feet padded across the carpeted floor, the smell of bacon grease coming from his body. You pushed the laptop from your legs, closing the lid and resting it on the bed beside you.

“Here we go, poppet. Have some cuddles with mummy, and then I’ll be back” He smiled, as he laid her on the bed in between your now stretched legs. “Breakfast will be done shortly. I’ll bring it up soon” He smiled, and pressed a kiss to your lips. “Oh, I’m taking Darcy out with me today. Me and Liam are heading to meet Niall for a golfing session. Figured I’d take her to see them” He smiled, as he patted your knee softly, before dragging his fingers across Darcy’s full belly.

“Yeah.. Sophia told me” You smiled, as placed a hand over his. His fingers bare from the rings he’d usually have on. “I was thinking of taking Darcy to see Soph. She’s hasn’t seen Darcy in a while” You stated, as Harry flashed a frown softly before he gave you a soft smile. “What was that frown for?”

“I didn’t frown..” He argued, as he removed his hand from your knee.

“You did. What was it for?”

“It’s just.. Niall really wanted to take her golfing. Liam’s just tagging along, and I felt like I couldn’t leave them both alone with her” Harry suggested, as he walked towards the door. “They were really looking forward to seeing her” He added, as his hand curled around the door handle. 

“Why can’t I have her for the day?” You wondered, before you thought what you’d said. Have her for the day? It made it sound like you were sharing her between you both. It made you think that she was Harry’s possession. He’d have her nearly all day.

“Have her for the day? Babe, that sounded a bit weird” He chuckled, as you frowned at his. Your eyebrows furrowing. You felt Darcy curl her hands around your fingers, before letting them go. “I planned to take her for the day. I didn’t think you’d mind. I thought you would have wanted to sleep. Or have a relaxing day alone” Harry muttered, as you scoffed lightly.

“Just, go and get breakfast Harry” You hissed lightly, your lips pursing into a tight line as you heard the door creak open and shut swiftly behind his leaving figure. Darcy wiggled around on the bed between your legs as you reached for your phone. 

Harry’s upset. He’s taking Darcy for the day. I’m sorry. I don’t feel like arguing about this. I’m sure we can stay for a while after, so you can have some time with her. xx

You could hear the clanging of pots and pans coming from downstairs, along with a clang of plates jostling together. 

That’s alright, babe. Don’t worry. If you feel like you’re never spending time with her, tell him. Harry will understand. I’m sure you have nothing to worry about. I’ll see you around lunchtime. We can head off out for lunch maybe. xx

He walked back into the room, with two trays in his hands. Cups of orange juice resting in the corner. He placed his tray on the bedside table, before you took Darcy from your lap. You felt Harry settle on his side of the bed, pulling his pillow out from behind him so Darcy could rest against it. 

“There we go, darling” You whispered, as you placed her gently against the pillow, her legs kicking out. You took the tray from Harry’s grasp and placed it on your lap, your fingers reaching for the fork. “Thank you..” You muttered, as he looked at you. His eyebrows furrowed.

“Have I done something? Or are you just tired?” He wondered, as you scoffed lightly. And let out a half-hearted laugh. “I’m seriously beginning to think I’ve done something, and I’ve not a clue what” Harry began to wonder, a sigh leaving his lips. “Just tell me” He begged, as he turned to face you. His knee bending whilst his other stayed resting over the side of the bed. 

“You’re taking our daughter away from me. I feel everytime I have to do something for her, you do it” You sighed, and ran your free hand through your hair. You closed your eyes as you heard him groan softly. 

“Are you angry that you didn’t feed her this morning? Because you pumped milk last night and I didn’t want it to go to waste. I’m sorry” He apologized, and looked at your scrunched face. “What else is there? I’m just doing what a father should do! I thought I was doing it right!” He stated, his voice getting louder as he stated each sentence.

“It’s not just about this morning, Harry! You bathe her all the time, you change her nappy all the time. Even when I say I can do it. You insist I should rest. When I want to take her out, you worry that something will happy and that you feel safer when you are with her” You sighed, and drop your fork to the tray on your lap. “You’re like mother and father all in one! All your missing is a pair of boobs. Then you can feed her yourself. Then you’ll have the perfect body image and behaviour to be both!” You hissed, as you pushed the tray away from you and stood up.

“I didn’t know tha-”

“You didn’t know because you figured I’d be okay with it! I feel I never get to hold my own daughter because you want to have her close” You pushed forward, and watched as he placed his fork down on his tray. His hand was curling around the glass of orange juice. His eyes cast on the orange liquid. “I just want time with her! But I can’t because you’re always there! Begging to hold her. Taking her from me when she’s clearly happy with me!” You shouted, as you stomped over to the bathroom. Cries were soon heard, and you sighed softly.

Your eyes closed before you turned round. You watched as Harry’s saddened face picked up your distressed daughter, her body resting against his chest as she cried into his shoulder. You could see Harry’s bottom lip tremble, as he stood from the bed. His hips swaying as he walked around the room slowly.


“Don’t, (Y/N). I get it. You’re jealous that she needs to be watched. I’m trying to help you” He whispered, panicking that if he spoke any louder his voice would crack and the tears would start. “You went through so much this past year, and I wanted to help you. You carried her for 9 months, with sleep-deprived nights. I wanted to help you. That’s all” He mentioned, as he looked to you. You could see his eyes glassy and glossing over, and you knew you’d mucked up. “I’m sorry for trying to be a good husband. I’ll let you suffer. You know? I’ll watch you break down because it gets too stressful” He hissed, as he picked his tray up with his free hand. 

“Harry.. I’m sorry..” You whispered, a tear dripping down your cheek. “I didn’t mean it. I understand th-”

“I don’t want to hear it. I’m taking her with me to golf, and you can go to Sophia. I need to get out of here for a while. I’m sparing you the stress of taking care of her for a day. Because I am a good husband, and I know you need it” Harry hissed, as he opened the door with his knee. 

Your tears fell as you heard his heavy footsteps descend down the stairs. You’d truely mucked up. You needed to fix it.

* *

You shuffled against the back cushion of the sofa, Sophia’s hands coming into view with a mug of tea nestled between them. “I’m sorry I haven’t been good company” You whispered, as she smiled softly. Her body sitting down beside you as she placed a hand on your forearm. 

“It’s okay, babe. It’s been good to see you anyway. When Liam and Harry get back, we’ll take Darcy so you guys can talk. Liam’s been texting me saying how Harry’s been moping around. We’ll get this sorted. Or should I say, you’ll get this sorted” She smiled, and passed you your mug.

“Thanks Soph. You’re incredible, you know that?” You smiled, as you rested the rim of the mug on your lips. The steam fanned your face, and the smell of lemon filled your nose. “Lemon tea. You remembered to buy some this time” You winked, and nudged your knee with hers.

“I did. I remembered” She grinned triumphantly, and reached for a biscuit on the plate on the coffee table. “How is motherhood anyway? Liam’s been telling me about how Harry won’t shut up about how good it looks on you” She laughed, as you blushed softly.

You set your mug down on the table, and looked to her. A warm smile on your face. “It’s so good. I mean, getting to hold a baby in your arms is incredible. But holding your own baby in your arms is just heartwarming and amazing” You sighed, as Sophia grinned widely. “Harry’s been a star. He really has. And I shouldn’t have given him an outburst. He’s been amazing” You sighed, as you heard a car door open and shut from outside.

“Speaking of Harry…” Sophia grinned, as she heard Liam’s key in the door. “I mean it. We’ll give you some space, and you can talk” She smiled, as she stood from her place on the sofa. You heard the door open, and deep chatter coming from the front door area. “Liam, hey. How was golf? Sounds like you had a good time” Sophia laughed as the three men came into view. Liam’s hand was curled around the baby carrier, with a wide awake Darcy strapped into it. “There’s my cute little niece!” Sophia squealed as she fell to her knees and cooed over the small newborn in the carrier.

“She’s a born golfer, ya’know?” Niall grinned, as he pulled you into a hug. “No matter what Louis says, she’s going to be a golfer” He grinned, as he pressed a kiss to your head. Your eyes cast over his shoulder, to see Harry standing there with a soft smile on his lips. His eyes trained to yours. “Go see him, love. He’s been moping all day” Niall sighed, as he let you go. His arms falling to his sides. You walked over to your husband, his hands outstretched and ready for you to take them. 

“Let’s go outside. Let them coo over Darce” Harry chuckled, as he pulled you outside the front door.Closing it slightly so you could get back in if necessary.

“Talk to me..” Harry whispered, as he squeezed your hand tightly. His eyes were looking at you intently, with his lips parted slightly. “I need to know how you feel. Because I can stop the way I am acting, and focus on how I should be acting” He stated, as you cupped his cheeks in your hands.

“Just shut up talking, Harry Styles” You whispered, and pulled his head down to yours. His lips mere inches from your lips. “I love you. You don’t need to change for anything. You are being the best father in the world, and I’m not going to change that” You smiled, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. 

“But, you’re upset that I do everything for Darcy. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done all of that. She needs a mothers nurture, and I can’t do both” Harry muttered, as you ran your fingers through his hair. It was soft and bouncy and felt like feathers against your skin. “I’m not going to try and even think about taking her. You are the most amazing woman, and she needs you in her life” Harry grinned, as his hands cupped your hips.

“Sweet talking me now, huh?” You winked, and felt your cheeks flush as you felt his lips against your neck. “I’m sorry about my outburst this morning. You’re the best person, and you’re the best husband, and your the best daddy ever and Darcy is so lucky to have you” You smiled, as nuzzled your face into his shoulder as his lips worked their way down your skin. 

“You, Mrs Styles, have made me the proudest husband in the world. Now, I think we should go in there and have some cuddles with our baby. Because you deserve it. I’ll cook the dinner tonight for mum, Gem and Robin, and you can have some time with Darce. Because I love you” He smiled, as pressed a kiss to your nose.

“I love you so much, (Y/N)..”

You, Harry, and friends play truth or dare (Requested)

Idea: Plz write an imagine :harry and y/n are best friends, one night they play truth or dare with their friends(the boys,maybe ed, nick grimshaw)and one of them dares harry to read a one shot about y/n and harry. Then harry confesses his feelings for her

Rating: PG-13 (swears & fluff)

A/N: I got the gif from @ohdontdoitstyles 


We all sat in a circle, with Ed to my left and Louis to my right. Beside Ed was Nick, and around the circle went Liam, Harry, Niall, and lastly back to Louis. I voted we play Never Have I Ever, but Harry was quick to shut down my idea.

I looked over at Nick, who took a swig of his beer right as Niall, who chose Ed, to pick Truth or Dare. He was already on his fifth of maybe several drinks for the night, and I could only imagine what nasty things he would come up with when his turn arose.

“Dare.” Ed replied, already regretting his choice. Everyone turned their attention to Niall, who sat cross-legged, a hand relaxing on his chin.

A short moment passed when his eyes lit up and a devilish grin formed along Niall’s lips. “Do a shot of the Vodquila.”

“Okay, we want him to have a good time, Niall, not ruin his life!” I spoke up, looking over at Ed who never left his gaze leave Niall. I felt bad for whatever he had coming.

“(Y/N), wait your turn.” Liam said, holding a hand up to me, and everyone’s eyes fell to Ed who slowly stood up from the circle and made a beeline to the kitchen.

“Wait my tu—I’m trying to save his life.” I threw my hands up in defeat and began to circle my temples with my fingers. I asked myself again why I didn’t invite any of my lady friends.

Everyone began oohing as Ed picked a shot glass from the cabinet and poured his shot. He probably said a prayer to himself before he brought it up to his lips, quickly throwing it to the back of his throat.

Everyone began clapping and cheering as Ed made his way back to his seat, slightly staggering. Niall on the other hand was giving him a standing ovation.

“You have hell coming.” Ed slurred, leaning his elbows on his folded knees.

The oohing returned, and finally the realization hit poor Niall that made his choice of a dare wasn’t the wisest of choices.  

“No hard feelings, mate?” Niall gulped.

“The damage is done…” Louis piped in, his hand covering his mouth in awe.

“Truth or dare.” Ed broke in, finally recovering from the shot. I looked over at him, waiting for the devil to do its job and let the alcohol kick in in its most violent form.

“Oh, God…” Niall slouched down into his hands, massaging his eyes as he contemplated what choice would give the least horrific outcome. “Truth.”

“Truth. Okay. If you had to have a threesome with anyone in this room, who would it be?”

“Oh no, Niall!” Liam boomed, and everyone in the circle fell over. Niall’s face dropped, his eyes immediately darting to mine. I bet he was kicking me now for deciding to leave (Y/F/N) at home so she could finish watching The Walking Dead.

“(Y/N), I’m sorry…” His tone dropped, and I shrugged my shoulders, already expecting the answer. Deep down, I took it as a half-compliment. “Fuck, I don’t know—I hate all of you right now!”

“How about Harry? He’s been sitting there minding his own business all night.” Nick pointed, and everyone looked over at Harry, who seemed to be in his own world. “Plus, he likes, (Y/N), so—”

“What?!” Liam bellowed, his eyes peering from Harry to me.

Harry’s eyes found mine across from him,  

“Has no one even noticed?!” Nick breathed, shaking his head. “We get emails all the time of these stories people write and because you two—” He pointed to Harry and I. “—are seen in public all the time, your fans think you’re dating or something so they write you guys in stories and put you guys in cute little domestic situations, sometimes straight up fucking—”

“Okay, we need to read these…” Liam sat up on his knees, his face turning read.

“Alright, Niall, you’re choosing (Y/N) and Harry, and Harry, it’s your turn and you chose dare.” Nick continued, setting his beer aside and pulling out his phone.

“Says who?” His eyes widened, and I could tell he was in a panic. Why would he even be in a panic? Unless everything Nick had been saying was true.

“So why do people send these in to you?” I asked as Nick skimmed through his phone to find a story.

“Viewers think it would be a funny bit for in an interview the boys read these stories and telling their insight, but I think right now…would be a good opportunity to test those waters.”

I thought back on Harry and I and what pap’s might’ve seen. Their job is to document their lives, changing the story, obviously, to make a better one. A headlining story that will bring more attention to the boys, which at the end of everything gives them more money in the bank. A simple walk with Harry to the end of the block to get Starbucks turns into: Harry Styles seen with (Y/F/N Y/L/N) on a coffee date? God forbid he actually has lady friends that he likes to spend time with.

“Alright, this was sent in yesterday. Harry, will you do the honors?” Nick handed Harry his phone and all he could do was stare at the screen, no words escaping his mouth.

“Come on, man! Just read it.” Louis spoke up, nudging me softly in the arm.

I was aware fans shipped Harry and I, but we never spoke about it, and I guess I knew why now. There was always speculation that certain songs I performed were about Harry, though I never did deny it—just always blew past the question and moved onto another.

In all honesty, some were. When you spend so much time with one person, feelings are sometimes inevitable. In this case, coffee runs and studio sessions meant I got a lot of personal time with him, and you get to know people really well that way. When you write love songs and get seen in public with a guy, there’s only one plausible exclamation.

“Okay, so…” Harry finally started, shifting his position so he was sitting with his knees to his chest. “It’s called Something Great.” He cleared his throat and began. “Wait, it says there’s fluff. What does that mean?”

“Like cuddling and kissing and stuff, who cares? Begin!” Nick protested, leaning in to get a better listen.

“Alright, so…it starts out…(Y/N), you’re making dinner and I got back from the studio. That’s kind of sexist, why can’t I make dinner—”

“Harry—” Nick asserted, giving him a cautious glare.

“I’m watching you from the doorway, so I guess you never heard me come in. And I’m narrating about how…” He gulped, relaxing his fingers on his bottom lip. “…how beautiful you are, and how I got so lucky.”

The room fell silent, awaiting the rest of the story. I could feel my heart race as Harry’s face grew red.

“It goes on, and I keep saying how beautiful you are and how I love that tattoo on your elbow, and whenever you laugh you always cover your mouth, and when we go out you always cling to my arm when the pap’s are around, and I know you do it because you don’t like people surrounding you, and I know it doesn’t help our case when I put my arm around you so they don’t touch you, but I know we don’t even care. And I know I should keep my mouth closed because I don’t want to ruin what we have, but I see it in your eyes too, and you can’t deny it.”

Nobody said a word as Nick leaned over, peering down at his phone in Harry’s hands, slowly taking it from his grip. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the black screen.

I never took my eyes off Harry as he lifted his gaze to meet mine.

“I’m tired of pretending I don’t care what fans say when they see us together, and how they wish we were together, if they don’t already think we are. And I’m also tired of seeing Louis staring at your tits which he’s been doing all night.” Harry raised a hand to Louis, who immediately raised his up in defense. “I like you (Y/N), and maybe the fans know something we don’t but it hurts more pretending there’s nothing there, and having to deny relationship rumors constantly is getting pretty fucking old.”

“Oh my God.” Nick muttered, taking a sip of his drink. The room remained silent, whereas Ed laid quietly on the ground seeing as the Vodquila finally did its job.

I took in all of the information, my heart pounding in my chest. I’d be a liar if I said I didn’t have the smallest feelings for Harry, but I wasn’t about to ruin a friendship over something neither one of us knew could last. The fans, though, obviously begged to differ.

“So, you’re telling me, you’d rather constantly deny the pregnancy rumors, the breakup rumors, and God forbid the cheating rumors?”

He nodded his head, too scared to say anymore.

“You really like my tattoo?” I asked, crossing my arms across my chest. Harry nodded. He fiddled with his hands, and I saw his breath quicken. I could tell he was preparing himself for the worst. “So since you already went, I’m saying it’s my turn now, I pick dare, and I’m going to kiss you.”

Everyone in the circle, minus Ed, fell back as I crawled across the space separating Harry and I, and pulled my arm around his neck and smashed my lips against his.

Harry took his arms and wrapped them around my abdomen, pulling me closer into his embrace. All I could hear was Niall freaking out, Liam repeating to himself he couldn’t believe what he was seeing, Ed snoring, and Nick muttering, “About fucking time.”

#355 - How He Finds Your G-Spot*

Harry: Using his long, slender fingers, he presses his middle finger in first as far as it can go. You keep your eyes on him, smiling softly and letting out a sigh. “Now try curling it up,” you instructed softly, lifting your head slightly. He nodded and curled his finger up, bringing it towards the front wall. “Now just… feel around and press down a few times…” you said softly, relaxing back into the pillow. You could feel him changing pressure against the frontal vaginal wall, looking for the g-spot. You weren’t really feeling much until he actually did hit it. You let out a gasp and he stopped, looking up at you. “Did I..?” he started and you nodded your head. “Yup, keep doing that,” you said quickly, and he started up his movements, pulsing his finger over the rough patch inside of you. Your mouth fell open and you dug your fingers into the sheets next to you, pulling your legs apart a little more.

Liam: Sitting on his length, you rest your hands on his stomach and lean forwards, trying to get his erection to hit that spot that you wanted so desperately. You rolled your hips around, feeling him move around inside you slightly. “Anything yet?” he breathed out and you huffed, shaking your head. He held onto your waist and stopped you for a moment. “What if I do…” he drifted off for a moment, lifting his hips up off of the bed and letting out a deep breath. You felt him suddenly press against it and a higher pitched moan fell from your lips. “This?” he finished and you nodded your head quickly. He smirked and dropped his hips briefly, before raising them back up into you. You whined out softly, digging your nails into his stomach. He breathed out heavily, sliding himself into you smoothly, hitting the g-spot the best that he could. Your orgasm that hit in only a few seconds was needless to say, quite intense.

Niall: He used the specially curved toy, pushing the silicone end up into you. You gasped out and let out a chuckle, your nipples standing up on edge as your whole body was stiff and at attention. With the curvature of the toy and the way he worked it with his hand, it didn’t take him long to find your g-spot. Every time he pushed it back up into you, it pressed up against the rough spot, there was something inside of you that just build up. It was a build-up of pressure, a constant addition to something that was in your gut. You breathed deeply, moaning out submissively, giving into Niall and the small but intense sex toy. Your mouth dropped open just as your climax hit, and without any warning, a clear liquid started spurting out of your hole. Your eyes opened wide and you looked down, feeling the toy leave your body. Niall had a surprised but satisfied smirk on his face. “I read that that might happen but… jesus, I never thought it would be that great…”

Louis: “Seriously Louis, I can feel it, but like… it doesn’t feel good…” you murmured out softly, propping yourself up on your elbows. Louis frowned slightly, twisting his finger inside of you slightly. “Well it feels rough…” he mumbled and you chewed your lip softly. “Wait, wait… last resort for this but give me your other hand?” you said softly, holding out one of your arms. He stilled his finger in you and put his free hand in yours. You lowered it to the area just above your pubic bone, around the same area as your g-spot was, just externally. “Just like… massage there…” you said softly, moving his hand in small circles. He nodded his head, pressing his fingers against the external spot, trying to keep them at the same level that his fingers were internally. “Is this helping?” he asked softly and you nodded, smiling softly at him. “A bit…” Louis bit his lip and kept up at it for a couple more minutes before you just stopped him. “Maybe we’ll stick to clitoral stimulation babe…”

Zayn: As he thrusted into you, you breathed out deeply, feeling good but not as good as you wanted to be. “Z… Zayn stop for a minute…” you said breathlessly, patting his shoulder. He pulled his head back swallowing thickly. “What?” he murmured, pushing some of his hair back from his face. “I wanna ride you…” you replied and he raised an eyebrow. Before he could really reply, you giggled out softly and pushed him onto his back, grabbing his length and flipping over on top of him, quickly sliding yourself over him. You froze when he curved into you, and your eyes widened. “Babe what’s wrong?” he asked breathing deeply, holding your hips. “N-Nothing I just… fuck…” you breathed out, slowing down but engulfing him as far as you could go. “What?” he pushed, stopping you for a moment. “I just… fuck you found it…” “Found what?” he asked furrowing his eyebrows, swallowing thickly. “Fuck, my g-spot…” you laughed out softly, looking down at him. “Oh baby girl…” he hummed. “That means things are just getting started…”

One Direction Preference- You Shower Him With Gifts


“Babe,” Harry shouted down the hall, “What’s with all the bags on the counter?”

You quickly left the den, peeking around the corner, “Welcome home handsome,” you smiled, as he met you halfway, leaning in to give you a quick kiss, his lips barely brushing yours, “I just went shopping. Picked up a few things, no big deal.”

“That’s more than a few things,” he chuckled, raising his eyebrows.

“Hey, I splurged a little,” you slipped your hands under his jacket, massaging his hips, “You’ve been stressed with the new album and everything so I thought you deserved a treat.”

“Ooo,” he smirked, “It’s for me?”

“Some of it,” you smiled, “A few new shirts, those shoes you’d been eyeing at Oslo’s. I grabbed some of that Kahlua Midnight…” you raised an eyebrow.

“You trying to get me drunk tonight?” he smirked, his hands falling lower and lower on your waist.

“Maybe a little,” you flirted.

“Please tell me you got something for yourself, too?” you saw the hunger in his eyes.

You smiled smugly, “I may have stopped in at a certain little Victoria’s Secret…”

“Ohh, I like the sound of that,” he pulled you closer to his body, so you were pressed flush to him.

“I knew you would,” you indulged in his touch just a moment longer, “But that’s for later,” you pulled away.

He groaned, “You can’t tease me like this, babe.”

“Says who?” you you ran a thumb across his lips, “Now help me unpack groceries.”


“You did not have to do this,” Louis mumbled, looking intently at the floor length mirror on your bedroom wall.

“I know, I didn’t,” you smiled, coming up behind him, “I wanted to.”

You watched contently as he twisted around in front of his reflection, admiring himself from all angles, “Babe, this jacket had to be, like, £400,” he shook his head, “And the shoes…”

“Hey,” you wrapped your arms around him from behind, “You spoil me all the time, it was my turn to treat you.”

“Not true,” he shook his head, tugging at the jacket nervously, “I’m the one who makes a shit ton of money. You’re at uni, you shouldn’t be spending all this on me.”

“Louis William Tomlinson,” you laughed at him, pulling away from his back and moving to his side to admire him in the mirror as well, “Accept the gift and say thank you. Stop trying to make me bring them back, because I’m not going to.”

He smiled sheepishly, “Thanks, babe. I love them.”

“That’s what I like to hear,” you slipped an arm around his waist from the side, “Plus, it’s a win-win, really. You get to look great, and I get to watch my incredibly sexy boyfriend look great. Very rewarding.”

He scoffed, “Excuse you. I always look great.”

“I know, I know,” you leaned your head on his shoulder, “But the shoes are a nice touch.”


“Something smells good,” Niall mumbled, your hands carefully placed over his eyes as you gently lead him towards the living room.

“I wonder why?” you teased, nudging him around the corner from the hallway. He stumbled a little, catching himself against the wall, “You doing okay there?” you smiled.

“Why can’t I look again?”

“It’s a surprise!” you insisted, “C'mon, I’m trying to be a good girlfriend.”

“What are you talking about? You’re always a good girlfriend,” he gently tilted his head, pressing a kiss to the sensitive skin on your wrist, “The best, in fact.”

“You give me too much credit,” you smiled, carefully leading him to the couch, “Okay, sit back.”

He hesitantly reclined, awkwardly falling into the plush cushions, “Can I open my eyes yet?”

“One second,” you quickly climbed on to the sofa next to him, cuddling up under his arm, “Okay, go.”

You watched his face as his eyelids slowly raised and it made your heart melt as his face lit up. Spread across the coffee table was a feast of Chinese food, accented with little tea light candles. A stack of horror movies balanced precariously on the corner with a bottle of his favorite champagne beside it.

“I know it’s kinda sappy, but I haven’t seen you much lately, and I figured it would be fun–”

“It’s perfect,” he interrupted, glancing at you and smiling, “You’re perfect.”

“I like you a lot,” you smiled.

“I like you a lot, too,” he pressed his lips to your forehead, “In fact, I like you so much that I think I might actually love you.”

“Might?” you teased, biting your lip.

“Did you get crab rangoons?”

“Of course.”

“I definitely love you.”


“But babe,” he grumbled, fingers hooked through the belt loops of your jeans, “I don’t want you to go.”

You smiled up at him, pushing the hair back from his face, “It’s one night, Liam. I’m not even staying over, okay? My parents just want to say goodbye before they head out on vacation.”

“Why wasn’t I invited?” he frowned.

“You were!” you chuckled, “But I saved you the pain and suffering of my mother’s cooking and told them you had the flu, so you gotta stay here and act sick, alright?” you raised your eyebrows.

“I’m gonna be lonely,” he was flashing his huge puppy dog eyes.

“I know, love,” you untangled yourself from him slightly, pressing your palms flat to his chest, “But I picked up some stuff for you, you’ll be fine.”

“Picked up some stuff?”

“I stopped into the bakery and grabbed some of those shortbread cookies you like and I made sure that last night’s game was on the DVR because you missed it. I bought you some new sweats because those gray ones are getting ratty, and I picked up some Red Stripe because I know you’re sick of Budweiser,” you sighed, “You’ll do fine without me, alright?”

“You did all that?” he raised his eyebrows.

“Yes I did,” you leaned up on your tiptoes, “Now go get comfy and watch the game. I’ll see you later tonight, okay?”

“Fine,” he pouted, but definitely not as intensely as before, “I love you.”

“I love you, too.”


“Zayn!” you climbed the stairs eagerly, shopping bags draped all over your arms, “You won’t believe all this stuff I picked out for you," You sped down the hallway, turning into the bedroom to find him sprawled across the bed, shirtless with sweats hung low on his hips, "You look like you’ve been awfully productive today,” you teased, tossing the bags down on the mattress beside him.

“I haven’t,” he smirked rolling on to his stomach, “What’ve we got here?”

“Well, I was thinking about the interview you have next week–I know Caroline usually decides the clothes–but I saw this jacket,” you rifled through a shopping bag, pulling out a classic back blazer, with a beautiful hemmed leather collar, “And I couldn’t help myself.”

He nodded, “I like it.”

“I knew you would!” you continued to dig through the bags, “So then I saw this shirt,” you yanked out a classic red v-neck, made of the softest material you’d ever touched, “And thought it would look perfect. And then I saw the shoes,” you motioned to the card board box amidst the bags, “And long story short, I couldn’t stop.”

“You have a problem,” he laughed, grabbing one of the bags to dig through it, “But you do have great taste.”

“Not enough people realize it,” you joked, sitting down on the bed beside him.

“How much did all this cost?”

“Don’t worry about it,” you shook your head, folding the shirts you’d torn from the bag.

“Y/N,” he raised his eyebrows, “This is a lot of shit, how much money did you spend?”

“It doesn’t matter,” you looked up at him, “It’s my treat to you.”

“I don’t need all this–”

“Shhh,” you shook your head, “Yes you do.”

“No I don’t–”

“Zayn, stop talking and enjoy the retail heaven.”


Here you go, loves! I actually had more fun with this than I expected. Sometimes it’s hard to get a good variety of plots with the prefs but I think these all turned out really well! I hope you enjoyed :)

xoxo B


anonymous asked:

I'm SO happy you want to write drabbles, because I'm dying for another Marcel/Harry&Louis-story (because I know you also love Marcel). I'll give you some numbers, but you could write literally anything with Marcel and I would love it! Here it goes: 2, 3, 5, 7, 9, 12, 23, 29, 33, 35, 39, 50. THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU <3

Okay I decided to do #4 for this, since you listed 50, which was author’s choice.  Sorry for being selfish, I hope it turned out okay! MARCEL FOREVER!!

4. “Do you…well, I mean — I could give you a massage?”

This was the third consecutive night that Louis and Marcel had stayed late at work together.  Louis was used to staying until 5:30 or 6:00 every once in a while, but with their software conversion project going live at the end of the week, they’d been stuck in Marcel’s stuffy office until 7:00 or 8:00 at night lately, powering through dinner as they worked out bugs and ironed out last minute details.  It looked like tonight they’d be staying even later than ever.    

Louis sighed.  He’d run out to get sandwiches for dinner, and he felt a pinch of concern as he stood in the doorway, watching Marcel work.  Marcel was hunched over his computer with a deeply furrowed brow, his heavily gelled hair breaking free of its forced taming and falling into his face.  Every few minutes he’d rub at his back and neck, wincing, but getting right back to typing and scrolling.    

He needs to fix that chair. Louis thought, shaking his head in frustration.  He knows he needs better lumbar support.  

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Trying not to fall.

Request from: @weversatile 

Can you write a imagine were Harry tries his best not to fall in love with y/n but he does.  Plzzz. Like they are good friends  and he doesn’t want to go further becoz he has got hurt from his last girlfriend  and he also doesn’t know what will be y/n reaction after that.

Written in Harry’s point of view.

My hands are sweaty, and I can feel all my senses burning, alert. I try and focus on what Niall’s talking about, I try and not focus on her hair, and her lips, and her eyes concentrating on Niall, like I should be doing.

But her hair looks so soft, my fingers twitch, and I have to writher them against each other so they won’t reach out for her hair, massaging her roots, and feeling the length, and the texture. My lips remember her lips from a drunken night about six months ago, when we lazily kissed each other goodbye from a party, my mind was foggy, right up until the second our lips met. Her lips weren’t extremely soft, or moist or anything like that, and she was just as drunk as me - if not more - so it was a very sloppy and lazy kiss, but it will forever be stored in my memory, bright and clear.

Niall, Niall, God damn it, listen to Niall!

He was talking about something, like a fan, who told him something funny, and then the fan - her eyes were so captivating, I almost blame all of this on her eyes actually. Once you’ve looked into them, they’ve got you trapped forever. It feels like you’re the only person in the world when she talks to you. Like you’re the only one that matters. 

She listens so well. She’d clear her entire calendar just to listen. And she truly cares. Like I should be doing right now, damn it.

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Beach With The Boys (Harry Styles Imagine)


“We’re here!” Niall yelled loudly. I looked outside and surely enough, we were right by the beach.

One by one, we stepped out of the car and towards the packed sandy area. Thousands of people lay and play on the tiny golden grains, all equally having fun. The sun burned my eyes and i’m sure i’ll be getting more tanned by the end of the day.

The boys and I made our way to a less crowded place and planted our belongings down by the chairs. “Dibs on this one!” I shouted, running to the chair closest to the water.

“Dibs over here!” Harry plopped onto the seat beside me.

“It’s hot, let’s get into the water.” I whined, before taking out my sun lotion. “Haz, can you please help?”

He nodded and I gave him the bottle. I pulled my dress upwards and off, waiting for him to apply the cold gel. When he didn’t after a few long seconds, I turned to look at him.

“Harry, what are you waiting for?” 

He blinked three times, “… What? Oh–uh, yeah.” Then he squeezed the bottle and started to smear it over my exposed back.

His large soft hands massaged me, that I almost fell asleep from how good it felt. They moved down to my lower back, making sure to cover and protect most of my skin.

“Thanks, Haz.” I smiled at him and took the bottle back before rubbing some sun lotion on my legs, the top of my breasts, my stomach and on my face. 

“So, who’s up for a swim?” I asked the guys, looking up at them but they stared at me dumbfounded. “What? Is there something on my face?” Quickly, I began to feel my face for anything unusual.

Harry chuckled and removed my hands, “No.”

Phew, now let’s go!” I perked up, grabbing my towel and dragging Harry by the hand.

I decided to tan for a bit, so after setting my towel down on the sand, I lay on my front side. The hot sun kept my back warm from the wind that blew past me from time to time, I felt so relaxed with my earphones plugged in.

Suddenly, one of my earphones were yanked out, a deep unfamiliar voice breathing at my ear. “Hey baby.” His ice cold fingers gliding down my backside, almost groping my butt.

Frowning, I sat up to meet a fairly handsome man. He had chestnut brown hair and dazzling blue eyes, sure he was good looking but average compared to Harry. “I have a boyfriend…”

“Ain’t gonna stop me,” I didn’t understand what he meant until his face came flying towards me. His plump lips were just about to hit mine but he was instantly pulled back by the arm. 

“What the hell do you think you are doing?!” Harry was furious, a deadly glare marking his angelic features.

“Talking to this beautiful young lady–” The stranger wore a smug grin.

“Who happens to be my girlfriend!” Harry’s grip tightened, his knuckles turning white as he held the boy strongly. 

The boy’s face converted into fear, he knew he was no match for Harry. “S-sorry.” 

“Yeah, you better be.” Harry released him and he dashed out of sight. 

I raised my brows at my boyfriend.

“You’re mine.” He confirmed, crossing his arms over his chest that caused his upper arms to flex. 

I glanced at his half-naked state, his hair was dripping wet, sticking to his forehead. His abs seemed to shine with the water drops that trickled down them, and don’t even get me started on his v-line. The swim shorts hung low on his waist–

“Checking me out, huh?” He intercepted my thoughts and I hung my head low, my cheeks flushing velvet red. “It’s okay, it’s not like I haven’t checked you out before.”

I snapped my head up at him, my eyes widening in surprise. He checks me out.

“Now come into the water with me,” He brought his hand forward, indicating for me to take it. 

Clasping his baby-soft hands, he pulled me up and took me by surprise when he carried me bridal-style. “Harry put me down!” I screeched, clinging onto his neck like my life depended on it. 

“Nope,” He said and before I knew it, I flew into the freezing cold water.

As I floated back to the top, I gasped and my hands shot up to cover my breasts. My bikini untied! Oh god, did anyone see?!

“Harry!” I whisper-shouted, a mad yet nervous look on my face.

He was now by my side, the sea water reaching our necks. “What?”

“Harry, I lost my fucking bikini top!” I slapped his arm with my free hand, using my single arm to cover my boobs.

His face turned red like he was trying to hold in laughter. My suspicion was correct when after a few seconds, he burst into chuckles, splashing his arms everywhere in the water.

I grit my teeth, annoyed now. “Harry! It’s not funny! Find it for me!”

“Okay… Okay… It’s… Just… Really… Funny.” He said in between his chortles, “You… Lost… Your bikini top!” And then he began cackling again.

I groaned and slapped him again on the shoulder, “Harry!”

He bit his lip, a smile trying to break free. “On it.” He dived underwater, retrieving my bikini.

I blew out a puff of air, thankful. “Thanks Haz,” I reached to snatch it.

“Nuh uh, give me a kiss first.” He used his forefinger and gestured towards his lips.

“No! Harry, give it back!”

“I will,” He paused, “But you have to kiss me first.”

I moaned, “Harry…”


“Fine.” I huffed, seeing that my plan wasn’t going to work anytime soon. 

I swam towards him slowly, and with one arm, I wrapped it around his neck. We both shut our eyes and leaned in together, his hands making their way by themselves around my waist. I tugged on his hair when our lips met, butterflies erupting in my stomach. 

This never gets old, I thought.

The kiss was gentle, but captivating. He tasted like peppermint and salty ocean water. It was simply mesmerising. Ragged breathing and dancing tongues brought a fiery heat to the cold ocean air. It was like the rest of the world had disappeared and it was just us two on that beach. As our kisses grew more urgent and hungry, desire ignited us and we became lost in the sea of lust.

Finally we pulled apart, and a gentle breeze fluttered by our heated faces. Our breathing came out in desperate gasps, both of us only an inch apart. 

A devilish grin grew onto my face as I brought my hand above the water. “I got it!” I showed him the material held in my hands, my bikini.

#280 - He Has A Stressful Day At Work

Harry: As soon as he walked in the door, you could just feel that something was off. You turned from your spot in the kitchen to see him taking off his shoes in the front entrance. His face seemed neutral, neither happy nor sad, but it wasn’t giving off positivity like he usually did. You set down what you were doing and went over to him, reaching out and taking his hand as he started walking towards the hallway. Harry turned his head and saw you, relaxing slightly and giving you a small smile. You didn’t say anything, you just tugged on his hand and opened up your other arm. Your boyfriend understood your gesture and stepped into you, wrapping his arms around your waist. You rested your head on the side of his, kissing his earlobe gently. His body relaxed significantly over the course of a couple of minutes. “M’gonna shower…” he mumbled, pulling away and kissing your forehead. “I’ll have dinner ready.”

Liam: He was trying to play it off as nothing, but there was something bothering him and you were seeing right through the charade. “Liam…” you said softly, reaching out to put your hand over his. “What love?” he asked casually, looking up at you. “What’s the matter?” you asked softly, swiping your thumb over his knuckles. He shook his head slightly. “Nothing love.” You frowned softly, pulling your hand away and resting your head on his shoulder. “You’re tense…” you murmured after a couple of moments. “Just a long day…” he said softly, resting his cheek on the top of your head. “M’okay…” You nodded softly and sat up, moving so you were sitting on the back of the couch, your legs on either side of him. “Lean back…” you said softly, putting your hands on his shoulders. He scooted himself back into you and you started a little massage, just to work out the tension. Liam hummed out softly and closed his eyes. “Thank you love…”

Niall: When Niall was stressed, he got irritable and it was difficult to deal with so you just gave him some space. You could hear him grumbling in his music room, papers rustling around and footsteps pacing. You sat in the living room, not paying much attention to it until he came down the stairs. You tore your gaze around from the television as he came around the couch to sit beside you, sighed out. He fell back into the sofa and let his eyes close, his chest rising and falling steadily. “Sorry…” he said softly, moving once more to lay his head on your lap. You looked down at him and placed your hand in his hair, scratching softly. Niall’s eyes closed once again, resting his hands on his stomach. “Don’t worry about it…” you spoke softly and calmly, relaxing once he got himself settled. “Do you need anything?” you asked softly and he just shook his head, yawning out softly and grabbing onto one of your hands and holding it between both of his as he rested them back on his stomach. “Just let me know if you do.”

Louis: He ran his hands through his hair, going through the notes on the song they had worked on at the studio today. You sat the cup of tea down next to him and placed your hands on his shoulders. “Babe, take a break,” you spoke softly, but Louis just shook your hands off. “I can’t (Y/N), I need to get this done,” he said shortly and you raised an eyebrow. “You’re not going to be able to write anything if you’re this stressed Louis,” you replied and crossed your arms, staying in your spot behind him. “(Y/N), just go away and let me work,” he said pinching the bridge of his nose and you rolled your eyes, heading up to take a bath. You had been sitting in the warm bubbly water for only a few minutes when you heard the bathroom door open. Louis walked in and you raised an eyebrow, bringing your knees up. “I’m really sorry babe…” he said softly, kneeling next to the tub. “I’m sorry for snapping at you I didn’t mean to…” You looked at him softly and smiled gently. “Come join me… It’ll help you relax.”

Zayn: For the last hour he had just been going on and on about work and how his day had gone in the total opposite direction he needed it to. You sat on the couch with him between your legs, his head resting on your chest and his arms wrapped around your waist. “It was just shit. It was complete shit and I’m so pissed off at myself and all the people who were there…” he huffed out, and you put your finger over his lips, before tracing the shape of them. He quieted himself and gently kissed the tip of your finger. “Sorry…” he murmured and you shook your head, running your other hand through his hair. “It’s fine baby… just take a breath okay? The day is over… you’re home now and you’re okay… You got through it and tomorrow will be better.” “You don’t know that…” he grumbled, and you sighed softly. “No I don’t but if you decide you want it to be a better day, it will be…”

Not Too Sugary

Part 2 of ‘Sweet Temptations’.

(part 1)



Harry switched his body position uncomfortably, the weight of his body becoming too heavy for him to keep his feet on the ground. Without thinking twice, he threw himself on the bed, the pillows preventing him from hurting himself with the impact, but even if it did hurt him, Harry wouldn’t mind. The only pain he could keep himself focused on was the one on his lower region.

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kstyles1988  asked:

So I've asked like 3 ppl to write this imagine and no one has! So I'll ask u :) I wanted a smut imagine where 1d is over & Harry finishes law school and at his law office the girls are all over him but u go in one day and he takes u in his office....

mmk, so i didn’t fully understand this so i’m gonna change it up a little. still the same concept. nothing quite like bumping uglies with harry against a desk ya know what i’m sayin’?

Warnings: sex. sex. sex.

Member: Harry

Side Note: harry’s turning 21 soon and i’m not ready

Harry recently got a job at a law office in New York, which is great because that’s where you live. He’d asked you to come visit him at his office and maybe go out to lunch. But standing in the elevator, you’re thinking of a ton of other things you’d rather be doing than just going to lunch.

You step out of the elevator and smile at the few familiar faces of Harry’s closest friends and co-workers. Niall gives you a hug and Louis high fives you as you walk past. They invite you to join them for lunch but you decline. Everyone is on break. Everyone is gone. Except for Harry.

You walk in to find him already waiting for you, leaning against the front of his desk. He stretches his arms wide and motions around his new office. “Well?” he asks.

“Meh,” you say, just to annoy him. You walk around his desk and look out at the view. “The view is lovely.” You can see the whole city, busy as always.

“I think my view is better,” he teases. You turn around to find him staring at your ass. You raise an eyebrow.

“Hungry?” you ask, knowing he has something better in mind than lunch.

“Starving,” he smirks at you and then sits down in his big, bad ass leather chair. “Go stand over there, love.” You move to stand in front of his desk, watching him observe you. “Now strip.”

You don’t even hesitate.

You’re slowly unbuttoning your blazer and letting it fall. Then off comes your dress. You pause for a minute, letting him stare at you as you stand there, in nothing but your bra, panties and heels.

“Bra off.” You keep eye contact with him as you follow his orders and unclasp your bra. “Touch.” His eyes fall to your breasts. You massage them, paying close attention to your nipples. “Now touch over your panties. Put on a show for me, love.” He’s palming himself over his slacks and you can see his bulge growing but the minute.

You let your hands travel down to the lace covering your heat.You touch lightly, teasing him. You walk up to him, and lie down on his desk, spreading your legs so he can see how wet your panties are. You continue to touch and eventually ignore his directions and slip the lace down your legs.

You hear him groan the moment you’re bare to him. You play with your wetness and circle your fingers around your clit. You dip only the tips of your fingers into your pussy, catching his eye as you lick your fingers clean.

“Fuck this,” he mutters, lifting you up and bending you over his desk. His hands skim over your ass before two fingers slip into you. You moan as he curls his fingers, making you drip.

Harry sucks on his fingers before getting on his knees behind you. He starts by just licking you clean. Then he sucks on your clit, bringing you close… but not close enough. His tongue dips into your heat and your moans are so loud now that you thank god that no one’s around to hear them.

Finally, Harry pulls away and begins undoing his belt. You get wetter at the sound of his pants dropping.

He rubs his tip against your entrance and you move your hips slightly, trying to make him go in deeper but he only “tsks” in your ear.

Harry continues to play with himself and your wetness before suddenly slamming into you, not giving you time to adjust. He holds you down, keeping you pressed to the desk as he fucks you.

Fuck. You’re so always so tight and wet for me, princess.”

You grip the end of the desk and spread your legs wider for him. You love it when he takes you like this. You love it when the cheeky,curly haired boy turns demanding, sexy and ruthless.

He reaches under you the moment he feels you start to clench around him. His fingers rub your clit, trying to bring you there before he releases. He’s twitching inside you and you know he’s about to come undone.

Harry hits your spot dead on and it’s so sudden and so hard and deep that you come, shaking against his desk. Moans and profanities are falling from your lips so loud you wonder if people downstairs can hear you.

He continues to pound into you mercilessly, until his thrusts become sloppy. He cums deep and you’re groaning, wishing it didn’t have to end because being fucked on a desk is definitely the best way you’ve had with him so far.

Harry pulls out of you slowly, making you whimper with need again.

“You should come visit me at work more often, princess.”

Preference 3: Hair

The last of my preferences found in my google docs. I’ll probably start writing again, so if you have any requests let me know! I hope you like it and that 16 year old me didn’t make too many grammatical mistakes.

Louis:You turn on your curling iron and get out your hairspray. Looking up you see Louis standing in the doorway. He gives you a look and asks, “Why does it take so long for you to do your hair in the morning?”. You roll your eyes and reply “Like you could do it any faster.” Taking this as a challenge he walks over and grabs the curling iron. You open your mouth to warn him that it’s hot but it’s too late, as he’s wrapping your hair around the iron he burns his finger. Dropping the hair and the iron, he drops a few curses. You suppress your giggles hoping he doesn’t notice. Looking up he sees you giggling. “Oh you think this is funny (Y/N)? Well I’ll give you something to laugh about.” Running over towards you he grabs you and carries you to the couch, putting you down he tickles you and you laugh and squeal. Looking up into his beautiful blue eyes, he stops tickling and says, “Just keep your hair the way it is, it’s beautiful that way.” You nod and the Louis helps you get up off the couch.

Harry: Harry, having returned from a long day of promotion, plopped down on the couch you’re sitting on and leaned against you’re shoulder. He sighed and closed his eyes. The dark circles under his eyes showed just how tired he really was. Putting down your book, you quietly run your hands through his dark thick curls. Running your fingers through it causes the delicious smell of his shampoo to grow stronger.  For the first time Harry spoke softly and slowly his voice raspy, “That feels amazing.”. His eyes open for a moment, bright green globes staring back at you. His eyelashes flutter and his eyes are closed again. Soon enough you’re both fast asleep wrapped around each other.

Niall: “Are you sure you know how to do this?” Niall asked. “Of course I’ve done this a million times before!” You replied shaking the bottle of blonde dye in your hands. “I don’t know (Y/N), maybe we should just wait for Lou.” Said Niall, wincing as you put on the gloves and came closer. Lou had just called a few minutes ago, asking if you could re-dye Niall’s hair because she couldn’t be able to see Niall for a few days. “No Niall I said I would do it and I’m going to.” You pour some dye onto your hands and massage it into his hair. After you finish you let it sit before rinsing it out. You wink at Niall and say, “Not bad for my first time don’t you think?”. “Wait but you said you’ve done this a million times before!” “I just wanted you to let me do it and look how good it is!” “Okay (Y/N) you win this time, it does look pretty good.” He kisses your cheek and you take a picture to post on twitter.

Liam: You pull your hair up into a ponytail, before letting it drop. Looking at it you make a face. It seems like no matter what you do your hair looks disgusting. Liam walks in and frowns, “What’s wrong babe?” Nothing my hair just looks disgusting, I hate it why can’t it just look perfect all the time.” Liam turns you around and puts his hand under your chin lifting it up so you are looking into his beautiful eyes. “(Y/N) You are beautiful no matter what. Let me do your hair today.” You raise one eyebrow, questioning whether or not he could do it. He has you sit in your chair and you feel his fingers running through your hair. Soon enough he’s done. He turns you around and you look in the mirror to see a simple french braid, simple but just what you needed. “How do you know how to do this?” “Having an older sister does have it’s advantages.” You grab your phone and have Liam take a picture so you can post it on twitter. “(Y/T/N): @RuthPayne0990 Thank you for teaching Liam how to braid. Where would we be without you?!”

up in hotel rooms (niall one shot)

prompt: you and niall had been dating for almost a year and a half now, and hadn’t done more than a few make out sessions and lazy hand touches, but that was all about to change and it all happens when you visit niall on tour.

It had been almost three months, and Niall wasn’t due home from the American/Canadian leg of the tour for another two months, but you couldn’t wait that long. Today was one of the few and rare days the boys’ had off, because even international super-stars required a day of rest.

Somehow, you were able to scrap up just enough money to catch a one-way flight from the flat you and Niall shared back in London. As far as Niall knew, you had a double shift at the hospital, and that was why you hadn’t been able to talk much.

Tucking your hair back into your grey beanie, you slipped your phone out of your back pocket and dialed the number you memorized by heart. You bit your lip, a horrible habit that made your lip bleed at least once a week, as you listened to the dial tone. You began to get nervous, but finally, at the last possible second you heard his voice on the other end of the line.


“Gee, don’t you sound excited to see me.”

You could hear the bed creak a little bit as he (you assumed) sat up, and now it was evident he was wide awake and more than excited to hear your voice.

“(Y/N)! I didn’t realize you were going to call tonight, I thought you were working the double, how was work?”

Technically you didn’t lie, you did work the double, but it wasn’t recently.

“It was okay, stressful as usual but it was okay. How’s the day off treatin’ you?” You asked, leaning against the wall outside of his hotel room.

“Was good, Harry n’I went golfin’ today, and whooped his arse.”

“Well in Harry’s defense, the lad barely knows how to hold a golf club, sounds like a weak victory to me.”

“You can’t let me win can you?” Niall asked, and you could just see him rolling his eyes.

You laughed softly.

“Hey, can I call you back?” You asked softly.

“Eh, babe, isn’t kind’o late?”

“Yeah, but I’m visiting a friend, got lonely at home with just the dog ‘round.”

“Isn’t it like, two?”


“Wait, (Y/N)!”

“Yeah, love?”

“I love you.”

“I love you too.” You whispered, lifting your fist and knocking on his door.

You heard him sigh on the other end of the line, “Babe, I guess I gotta go, someone at m’door. I’ll call you back.” He said before hanging up.

You waited patiently for him to open the door, smiling in wide excitement.

Of course, the look on his face was priceless.

You both stood there, Niall looking at you in shock. In less than a millisecond Niall had wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you into the tightest hug you’d ever had. You wrapped your arms tightly around is neck, nuzzling your face into his neck.

“I’ve never seen someone so excited to not have to call me back.”

Niall laughed softly, his laugh still holding a hint of shock.

“I just can’t believe you’re actually here right now.” Niall said as he pulled you inside his hotel room, and closing the door.

You looked down at your arm and then pinched the skin lightly.

“Yep, I’m real. So I guess that means I’m really here!”

Niall laughed softly as he wrapped his arms around you once more and bent his head down to connect his lips to yours, mumbling, “cutie.”

You smiled against his lips, kissing him back softly and sweetly before pulling away slightly, resting your forehead against his. The two of you locked eyes, you couldn’t remember a time in the last few months as happy to with him as you were right now.

“I just really can’t believe it, how’d you even get here?”

You smiled, shrugging your shoulders, “I scrounged up the money somehow. All that matters is that I’m here now.”

“Boy am I glad you are..” Niall whispered, leaning down to kiss you again, this time a little more forceful, making you stumble back a little bit until your back hit the door.

Niall rested his hands on your hips, leaning his body up against yours as your lips moved together in sync, Niall slid his tongue against your lips and you opened, allowing your tongues to rub up against each other’s.

Niall lifted you up and you wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him as close to you as humanly possible. You let out a soft gasp as he began kissing down your jawline, leaving a trail of kisses along your neck.

“Ni-Niall.” You breathed out, running your fingers through his hair.

“Yeah princess?”

“Can we take this.. to the next level?”

Niall stopped kissing, pulling back to look at you.

“You okay?”

“yeah, why wouldn’t I be?”

“Because you-”

“Because I what? Did this?” Wrapping ypur arms around the hem of your sweater (with no shirt underneath) and pulled it off of your body tossing it to the side, leaving you in only your bra.

Niall’s eyes widened as he looked up at you.

You smiled as you hopped down, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

“Seriously what the hell has gotten into you?”

You stopped, taking a moment to look at him, holding on to his much larger hand.

“I’ve been thinking about it.”

“About what?”

“You know.. taking it to the next level with you.. We all but live together, we’ve been dating over a year now, I love you, and I think I’m ready for this next step.”

“You mean..?”

“Yeah, Ni, I want to have sex with you.”

Niall watched you for a moment, eyes scanning your face before he nodded his head, smiling down at you, “I’m ready for that step, too.”

Niall reached back and pulled off his shirt, the two of you now shirtless. The situation seemed awkward all in itself, but it was a good kind of awkward, the kind you couldn’t live life without. Niall pressed his lips against yours, kissing you softly yet passionately once more.

The two of you began to walk backwards towards the bed, both of you losing your pants somewhere along the way, your lips never leaving one anothers. RIght now, you simply couldn’t get enough of each other.

The two of you fell backwards on the bed, Niall’s hands moving to your waist.

Niall’s lips made their way down your cheek and across your jawline, his calloused hands rubbing up and down your sides as he holds your body close to his. Niall had seen you in your bra and underwear plenty of times, but he’d never seen you quite like this.

He looked down at you, caring blue eyes scanning your face as he moved one of his hands up to cup your cheek, the other still rubbing your side, giving it a few gentle squeezes every now and again.

“Are you sure you want to do this, (Y/N)?” Niall asked, resting his forehead down against yours.

You leaned your forehead back against his, noses nudging together gently as a smile swept across your lips, one of your hands reaching to rest atop of his as he leaned down to kiss you.

“I’m ready, Ni.” You whispered as your fingers habitually laced together.

Niall looked down at you with love and adoration in his eyes, although you could sense he was unsure.

“Are you really ready, (Y/N)? I don’t want to push you into something you’re not ready for. You’d know I’d forever for you if I had too.” Niall’s breath was warm as it mingled with yours, his eyes gazing into yours with more seriousness than you were used to seeing with Niall.

“I promise, Niall. I’m ready to do this with you. I want to show you how much I love you.”

Niall let out a quiet chuckle as the hand that had been rubbing your side came to a still, an entire arm wrapping around your waist as he pulled you closer before whispering, “Silly girl, I already know you love me. You don’t have to have sex with me for me to know that.”

This time you laughed, “But I want too. I want to give you this.”

“Give me what?” He asked, eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

“My virginity, Niall. I want you to have it. I can see us together for a long time, and my mother always taught me to give it someone I was sure was going to treasure it.”

Niall’s cheeks heated up a little at your words and you let out another soft laugh, running your fingers through his slightly sweaty blonde hair.

“I’m honored you’re choosin’ me, darlin’.”   Niall said in between soft pecks to your lips, lips lingering a little more between words.

“I wouldn’t want it to be anybody else.”

Niall smiled against your lips, hands slipping up your smooth back as he continued to kiss you, reaching around your body to unclasp your bra. His hands ghosted over your breasts, one hand cupping each as he kissed you a little harder, quickly seeming to turn into a makeout session.

You let out a soft keening noise as he massaged your delicate breasts, tongue swiping across your bottom lip. You opened your mouth to accept it, tongues rubbing up each against each other as you tangled your fingers into his hair, hearing him grunt as you tugged.

With one hand still massaging your breast, he began to slip the other one down your body, as he pulled back from your lips.

“You’re the most beautiful girl i’ve ever seen, (Y/N).” Niall mumbled as he sunk down on your body, lips trailing down to kiss your neck, making you moan out quietly.

“I love everything about you, you know that? I think I must have done something pretty amazing to deserve you.” Niall continued down, kissing across your clavicle and down to your chest.

“I love you Niall, so much. I’m so lucky to have you,” You mumbled back as your face contorted in a pleasured expression.

You felt his chest vibrate in a soft chuckle as he began to kiss down to your naval. His hands moving back to rub at your sides again.

“I think that day we met at the park was maybe the best day of my entire life. Of course I didn’t know it then, but you would turn out to be one of, if not the best, things that’s ever happened to me. I wouldn’t trade you for all of the money, awards, fancy furniture, any of that for you. Because not a single one of you could ever equal anything else. You’re my favorite. I love you, (Y/N).”

You blushed lightly at his kind words. Niall moved back up a little to press kisses to your lips, the two of you smiling as your lips moved together. You felt his hands slip beneath the hem of your underwear, eyes momentarily meeting yours as if to ask permission before he slid them down off your body.

Niall’s eyes widened slightly as he finally looked down at you, for the first time seeing you in nothing but your bare skin. You covered your face up with your hands, feeling a little embarrassed.

When Niall finally came back to reality, he wrapped his fingers around your small wrists and moved your hands from your face.

“Don’t hide your beautiful face princess,” Niall mumbled making you want to hide your face more.

Pressing his lips against yours once more, he looked down at you as he mumbled, “Princess, there’s something you should know about this. Sometimes when people lose their virginity, it hurts them a lot because their body isn’t used to it. So if it hurts you at all I want you to tell me okay?”

You nodded your head gently, looking into his eyes again.

“M’gonna stretch you a little bit, okay?” Niall says softly and once more you nod before Niall’s pressing his lips against yours.

It’s a soft but passionate kiss, and before you’re fully aware of it, Niall’s hand is down running along the slit of your crotch, rubbing it in gentle circles as you kiss.

Niall begins to rub his finger just along the entrance, making you let out a soft noise at the touch, one hand resting on his chest as he laid you back, slipping his thumb inside you and moving it around a bit before pulling it out, only to replace it with his pointer finger.

You gasped into his mouth as he curled it slightly, starting to gently move it in and out of your body.

“You feel so good princess, you’re doing so good.”

You let out a soft noise as he continued, “I’m gonna slip another in, okay?”

You nodded as he began to push in a second finger, making you gasp out as you squeezed his shoulder gently, it was starting to stretch you out but it felt good. It wasn’t long before he added a third fingers and began scissoring all of them in and out of you at once, making your moans become louder and more strained.

Even with just his fingers you could feel yourself edging, he felt so good. So, so good. And you were sure your moans were enough to tell him without you physically having to say it.

“That feel good, baby girl?” He asks, voice a few octaves deeper than it was before, you groaned at the sound, nodding.

He gently removes his fingers, wrapping his hand around his dick, starting to pump himself as you look at him, chest rising and falling heavily as you breathe out.

Niall grunts softly as he pushes his boxers off his body, licking his lips lightly. You looked at him, slightly unnerved by that. Niall seemed to take notice, snapping out of it slightly, looking at you with a sheepish smile.

“I’m sorry, I’ll stop that.”

You let out a soft breathy laugh, grabbing his hands and pulling him down on top of you, he laughed a little awkwardly, cheeks red as he scratched his neck awkwardly.



“I love you,”

Niall seemed to relax, smiling down at you as he mumbled a ‘ditto’ down at you, presses kisses all over your face as you laughed. It wasn’t until you felt all of him pressed against you that you realized you were really going to do this. You were really about to lose your virginity to the boy you love. Niall seemed to think the same thing as he looked down at you, letting out a soft puff of air.


You grinned, nodding your head, “Yeah.. wow.”

“So,” Niall cleared his throat lightly, “are ye’ready?” He asked as he adjusted himself.

You let out a soft breath before nodding your head, “I’m ready.”

Niall nodded and started to press himself inside of you, making you let out a soft cry in pain, face contorting into pain. Niall quickly stopped, looking down at you with worry.

“Are you okay?”

You did your best to nod, despite the uncomfortable and foreign pain.

“Look at me, (Y/N).” Niall said, putting a finger under your chin and tilting you head up to face him.

You looked up at him as he spoke, “Focus on kissing me, okay? Just focus on that, and once I’m in, I won’t move until you’re ready.”

You felt tears well up in your eyes as he leaned down, kissing your lips softly as you began to kiss him back, doing your best to focus on him as he said. Niall began to gently rub your sides, rubbing his thumbs into the soft flesh as he finally pushed himself all the way in, making you let out a soft cry in pain. It hurt but you knew it wouldn’t be forever.

Niall continued to kiss you as you started to adjust to him, your legs lightly draped around his hips. Niall moved his left hand to tangle his fingers with yours, squeezing it gently and reassuringly as he pecked your lips repeatedly.

“You okay, baby? Can I move now?” He asked, pulling back from your lips as he gently ran his thumb across your hand, smiling lovingly down at you.

“I think so,” You mumbled as Niall smile a little more down at you, pulling almost all the way out before pushing back in slowly.

You let out a soft pleasured noise, mouth falling open slightly in pleasure. Niall started to buck his hips at a little bit faster pace, making you moan again.

“Does that feel good, princess?”

“Yeah, more!” You let out a soft noise, as he chuckled slightly under his breath.

Niall let go of your hand, grabbing on to your hips and starting to ram himself in and out of you, it felt so good, he felt so good.

Niall pressed kisses along your lips and neck and chest, marking up your once clear skin, hips moving faster and faster. Niall was grunting in time with your labored breaths and moans, your fingers dragging down his back as he shifted your body, thrusting harder and faster.

Your vision was blurring from all of the pleasure your lower half was feeling.

“God, (Y/N), oh fuck princess, you’re so tight. You feel so good.” Niall grunted as he continued, you arched your back as you dug your nails into his skin.

“Oh my god,” You panted, back arching again as you pulled him impossibly closer.

“Are you close princess, wanna feel you tighten.”

He reached a hand down as he rubbed your clit, and it seemed as though all at once you were coming undone, Niall groaned at the tightening of your walls around him. Hips thrusting through your orgasm before he reached his as well.

He released inside of you, as your chests rose and fell in sync, the both of you panting as you came down from your highs. Niall pulled out,  leaning down and pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, moving some of your hair that had plastered itself to your forehead from your face.

“..hey you.” you said softly, eyes starting to get droopy.

Niall smiled as he took one of your hands, pressing a kiss to the back of it, “Hey you.”

Niall wrapped his arms around you tight, wrapping you up in what he liked to call “a blanket burrito”, pressing kisses all over your face as you let out tired giggles, snuggling up to him.

“I hope it was everything you imagined it would be.”

You looked up at him lovingly wrapping your arms around his neck as you pulled him down and kissed him.

“It was everything and more, because it was you, and you are all i could ever imagine and more.”

One Direction Preference- Your Son's Friends Think You're Hot & He Finds Out (Liam & Zayn)


You eyed Liam carefully from behind as you reclined into the mountain of pillows at the head of your bed. He was perched at the foot of the mattress, feet planted firmly on the floor with his elbows resting on his knees. He was slumped over, his bare back tense and tight as he stared intently at the TV set.

Something had him wound up. You’d assumed he was just tired from the long day; he’d been up since the break of dawn attending your son’s soccer tournament, chaperoning nearly 20 adolescent boys. You’d figured that once he took a shower and crawled in to bed, he’d unwind, giving you a chance to snuggle, to reflect on the day, to remember that there was romance buried under the trials of parenthood.

You sighed, climbing to your knees on the mattress and carefully crawling up behind him. Gently, your draped your arms around his neck, letting your chin rest on his shoulder, “What’s got you so stressed out, babe?” you planted a kiss firmly on his cheek.

He seemed to wake from some sort of trance, “It’s nothing,” he shook his head, “Long day, I guess.”

You frowned, “Come get in bed with me.”

“Maybe in a minute,” he brushed you off.

“Liam,” you sighed, falling away from him and standing up on your knees. You moved your hands to his strained shoulders, gently kneading them with your thumbs, “C'mon love, what’s going on?”

You could feel him begin to relax under your touch, his shoulders falling as he brought his hands up to rub his face, “I overheard the boys talking today.”

“Okay?” you questioned, moving your hands to the base of his neck, massaging the knots gently.

“About you.”

“Oh?” you furrowed your eyebrows, not slowing your work on his body, “What about me?”

His only response was a sigh.

“Liam, what about me?” you let your hands fall from his back.

“Directly quoted,” he turned his head so you could see his profile, “They said something like, ‘I’d fuck her.’”

You felt your cheeks turn bright red as heat pricked your sensitive skin, “You must’ve heard wrong,” you shook your head, picking up where you’d left off as your hands trailed down his shoulders to rub his upperarms.

“Trust me, I wish,” he chuckled lightly, leaning backwards to lay in your lap. He tilted his head back to look at you, “But, I mean, what can I say? I’d fuck you, too.”


The shower felt like heaven on your achey body. You’d been committed to the gym lately, determined to lose those last few pounds and you’d pushed yourself further than every before the night prior. The heat eased your muscles, washing away the annoying pains in your back and calves, radiating through your body.

You stepped from behind the steamy curtain, wrapping a plush towel tightly around your body as you nudged open the door to your bedroom. You went about finding clothes to wear, but as per usual, your favorite sweats had not been washed because your favorite (and only son) had forgotten to do the laundry. 

You pulled the towel tighter around your chest, exiting the room with a yawn. You trotted down the carpeted stairs, turning directly into the laundry room. Not surprisingly, your sweats were crumpled in a basket sitting on the dryer waiting to be washed. You grabbed them, a frown falling over your features as you stormed down the hallway, following the familiar sound of the morning news and pointless teenage banter.

“Gavin, I’ve told you four times to do the laundry–” you turned sharply into the kitchen, one hand wrapped angrily around the sweatpants, the other holding the white towel around your naked body.However, you froze in your tracks as you realized that your son and your husband were not the only ones in the kitchen, “Michael, Caleb,” you squeaked, eyes falling on your son’s friends, “I didn’t realize you were over.”

You felt yourself squirm as two sets of eyes simultaneously raked down your body and muffled, 'Uh yeah’s’ and 'Morning Mrs. Malik’s’ were exchanged.

Zayn was reclined at the kitchen table, eating a piece of toast as he watched the scene unfold. Eyes moving between the boys and you he smirked, “Take it in, boys, it’s the only time you’ll ever see it.”

You blushed, shooting him a glare.

“Dad, what the hell–” Gavin grimaced.

“Hey, your mother’s beautiful,” he shrugged, “Your friends clearly noticed,” your cheeks turned even redder.

“I’m going back upstairs,” you sighed in embarrassment, “Gavin, do the laundry or your grounded.”


“I mean it!” you spun on your heel, feeling three sets of eyes follow you from the room.


All done, guys! The Harry, Louis & Niall aspect of this pref got a ton of attention so I’m really hoping that you like these just as much! Please, inbox me with some feedback :)

xoxo B