jeff what are you wearing

Choosing the wrong Priorities Part 2

Hi everyone! This is a follow up to this piece of writing: http://harryimaginedstories.tumblr.com/post/147355012373/choosing-the-wrong-priorities-part-1

I hope you liked the first part of this story and will be pleased with the second. Personally, I feel like it’s a good ending, but if any of you want a part 3, let me know and I’ll think about it. 

Three days later

“Mate, you got to stop moping around all day! Move your butt into the shower and get dressed. I don’t want to show up late to my own party, man.”

Light flooded the room as Jeff pulled back the curtains of the bedroom window with a forceful jerk. I groaned as I tried to blend out his voice by burying my head deeper into our white pillows. Her smell still hadn’t quite left the fabric and I tried to hold on to it for as long as I could. It was unlikely that she would ever want to be back in this bed again.

“Leave me alone.”

Jeff responded with another harsh pull, this time on the sheets, exposing my chest. I acted quick and protectively wrapped my arms around my middle, but he saw anyway.

Jeff laughed. “What the hell are you wearing?”

“She gave me this shirt,” I muttered. My throat hurt of soreness and I wished for nothing more, but to be pulled back under by the relief that was sleep. Jeff wasn’t having that though and proceed to tease me.

“It’s baby blue.”

“I happen to like baby blue.”

“Does it say ‘my personal snuggle buddy’? Alright, that’s kinda cute.”

“She’s always cute,” I cried, not even embarrassed anymore. Jeff had seen and heard me bawl my eyes out enough over the past days. He did, along with my mom, Gem and Niall. All of them had tried to cheer me up and failed miserably. Y/N’s sad and hurt expression just didn’t seem to leave my thoughts and continued to burn my mind with guilt.

Jeff sighed and I had to give him credit for not sounding annoyed with me at all. “I know you miss her, Harry. But you’ve been in bed for three days now. You ought to get over it.”

“That’s easy enough for you to say. You didn’t ruin your only relationship ever that was actually going somewhere over something as stupid as a promotion deal.”

“That stupid promotion deal is still on, by the way,” Jeff said as he made his way over to my closet. “Lucky for us, Ms. Kendall Jenner is still in on it and when you wear this,” he held out my black shirt with white dots on it, “will have her weak in the knees for you. I know it shows off your biceps.”

I swallowed the lump in my throat. Y/N used to love it when I wore that particular shirt. I pushed myself up into a sitting position and glared at my friend angrily. Sometimes he really did push past boundaries.

“What about 'I won’t fucking cheat on my girlfriend’ didn’t you understand? Put my shirt back and leave.”

I swallowed down the sick feeling I got when I thought about the likely possibility that 'girlfriend’ wasn’t a correct term anymore.

“Quit taking your sour mood out on me, Harry. I never forced you to agree, but you did anyway. It’s not my fault that your beloved Y/N didn’t take it well and walked out on you,"Jeff growled, throwing the black material onto the bed.

"It was me who walked out on her,” I muttered, shame evident in my voice. “I was so sure that she wouldn’t leave me so I just left her to cry on her own. What kind of boyfriend does that?”

The bed dipped as Jeff sat down by my side with a huff. He didn’t say anything but gently placed a hand on my shoulder.

“I’m sorry I’m being insensitive. I’m not trying to rub salt into your wound,” he spoke calmly. “But I just know that you’re hurting. That’s why I think surrounding yourself with what’s left of her stuff won’t help. You need to get out of this house for a bit.”

“To your party to get a good snog with Kendall. I decline, thank you.” I muttered in defeat.

“You don’t have to suck Kendall’s face off if you’re really that uncomfortable with it,” Jeff rolled his eyes, “I’ll talk to her for you. Just get out of bed for a bit and I guarantee you, you’ll feel better.”

My teeth tugged on my bottom lip. On one hand it probably wouldn’t be too bad if I got some fresh air for a change, given the fact that I hadn’t left our house, but what worried me was, what if Y/N saw pictures of me attending the party? A party we were supposed to go to together? She’d surely understand that as a sign that I was over her, unaware of the impossibility of that. Anything could take her further away from me.

“Y/N was supposed to come with me,” I muttered in defeat. “I don’t want her to think I’m over it and out being the life of the party again.”

“First of all, I’m the life of the party. Especially since it’s mine.” Jeff patted me on the back and got back up. “And second, you should call her. Tell Y/N you decided to go to the party and that she’s still welcome to come as well. That way she won’t be surprised by pictures of you.”

“I don’t know.”

“C'mon,” Jeff encouraged, wiggling his eyebrows.

I groaned. “Fine. But I’m not changing shirts. I’m already wearing my go-to outfit.”

“You got to be kidding me.”

Y/N POV

Even from outside, the music was impossible to miss. I clutched my bag tightly with shaking fingers as the queue in front of me got shorter. My eyes squeezed shut and I urged my feet not to run. The only hope I had was that Jeff hadn’t forgotten to add my name to the guest list. The tall and broad bouncer by the door eyed me suspiciously. I was likely the only non-celebrity person he’d had to let in tonight.

“Y/N Y/LN?” he repeated, one eyebrow arched and I nodded. He studied the clipboard in his hand again.

“Yep. There you are.”

He stepped aside and I thanked him before entering the familiar house. Harry had often brought me around when him and Jeff hung out so I easily found my way through the crowded entryway and into the living room. My eyes scanned the faces, looking for anyone I’d recognize form anywhere other than a magazine front cover.

“Y/N?”

I sighed in relief and welcomed the long arms from my irish friend wrapping around me.

“It’s so good to see you,” I sighed, “I was afraid I wouldn’t know anyone. You being here is such a relief.”

Niall chuckled and shook his blond haired head.

“Right back at you, darling. You look incredible,” he spoke kindly. “Though you could use a drink, I believe. Let’s go get us one.”

With an arm around my shoulder he guided me to the counter that had been turned into a bar, but before he could so much as reach for a glass, his arm tightened. My head turned into the same direction as his and my eyes found what had him tense up. Not more than 8 feet away from us he stood, surrounded by all of his friends and dressed in his awfully expensive black shirt. A shirt that was now tightly fisted in between Kendall Jenner’s fingers as she held him tightly, their lips connected in a kiss. Tears shot to my eyes and spilled onto my cheeks before I could stop them. This hurt more than I could’ve imagined. It was as though he had ripped my heart out. Bile rose to my throat and I forcefully shrugged off Niall’s arm. He called out my name and I saw Harry’s head snap up from the edge of my eye. My legs shakily carried me to the luckily deserted stairs and I hurried up to where I knew the bathroom was. I didn’t allow myself to fully break down until I’d safely locked the bathroom door behind me. Then I could do nothing to stop my knees from buckling.

How could he do this to me?

We hadn’t even officially declared our break up and yet he had the nerve to make out with Kendall, not even for the paps, but in front of his friends? Ugly and loud sobs escaped my mouth as a thought dawned on me. That couldn’t have been in an effort to prove something. She was pretty after all. Of course he had wanted to kiss her instead of me. I was practically nothing next to Kendall.

“He must be with her now,” I muttered in defeat. “Not for the public, but for himself.”

I hadn’t expected to regret my decision to come to the party 5 minutes into it. How foolish had I been? A loud knock interrupted my trace of thoughts and I scattered back to my feet, while calling that I’d need another minute. The knocking continued though and was  followed by a raspy:

“Y/N, let me in.”

I cursed my heart at how it danced by the mere sound of his voice. I had always found comfort in it and a certain warmth still spread through me at the sound. I knew him well enough to be sure that he wouldn’t go away, even if he only followed me to tell me to leave. With still wet cheeks I took a deep breath and hesitantly unlocked the door. I lowered my gaze to my feet, though I wasn’t embarrassed to show him my hurt. But looking at him meant seeing the lips she had just finished kissing. Harry straddled me by not saying anything but attaching his hands onto my shoulders before I could protest. He pushed me further back into the bathroom and locked the door behind himself. Next thing I knew was that his familiar strong arms wrapped around my form and that he collected all the tears I had left to give into his neck as I sobbed heavily.

“Please let go, Harry,” I pleaded weakly but at the same time laid my arms around his neck. There was no fight left in me. Not with him this close and his ever comforting smell filling my nose. After this morning I had truly believed that he still wanted me. I continued to cry heavily and Harry responded by pressing me tighter against himself and by nuzzling his head in my hair. He didn’t even react when I sniffled noisy against his neck.

“Let go,” I cried shamefully, “I saw you! I saw you with her.”

Harry’s muscles twitched at my words.

“You shouldn’t have seen that,” he spoke in a half whisper. His lips attached to my skin and I let out a weak whimper when I felt him kiss my neck softly. “I’m sorry. I love you.”

“I can see that,” I breathed. “How can you still believe that me seeing it is what upsets me.”

“It shouldn’t have happened at all. I know, darling,” he agreed hoisting me up by my hips and picking me up.

“How could you do that to me?” I continued to sob, “After your voicemail I believed- I thought you-”

I had been surprised at his gentle request to come to Jeff’s party. He’d said that he called to reassure me that any arrangement with Kendall was called off. Apparently not as much canceled as rescheduled. Harry took a deep breath and pressed one last peck to my jaw before slowly lessening his grip, setting me back down on my feet. His hands reached up and he gently cradled my face, locking his own teary eyes with mine.

“I promise you, I told Jeff that I wouldn’t go through with it. I was the biggest asshole in the world to even ask such a ludicrous thing of you. I’m so sorry.”

The sincerity in his voice took my breath away. Had I not seen I might have even fallen for it.

“Why was she kissing you then?” I asked in a shaking, yet challenging voice.

Harry shrugged in defeat. “I don’t know. She came over to say hi and next thing I know, she’s kissing me. Maybe Jeff didn’t tell her yet but I truly am just as surprised by all of this as you are.”

“I’m somehow more hurt than surprised,” I scoffed.

“And I get that. But I don’t want her, Y/N. I just want you. Please believe me, I didn’t want to do this to you and if you’d let me I would go and tell the world all about us. It’s beyond me how I could ever not want everyone to know that you own my heart.”

He reached up and gently brushed a strand of hair off my cheek and smiled softly.

“Please come back to me.”

I felt myself whimper at his request and he frowned as his words caused more tears to fall.

“You’re the one who left,” I cried. “You’re the one who wasn’t happy.”

He opened his mouth but I interrupted him by a punch to his stomach.

“I gave everything I had into out relationship and you shamelessly took that for granted,” My voice rose with every word and he didn’t even move away as I continued hitting him. “You saw my heart break in front of you and did nothing!”

Harry wrapped the fingers of his hand around my wrists to stop my assault and forced me to look at him by taking my chin in his free one.

“You have every right to end our relationship. I know I didn’t treat you right, but I also know that I could.”

Harry let go of my wrists and hesitantly placed his hands on my hips instead. His eyes lit up when I didn’t shrug him off. What an image him and me must’ve made. Two people holding onto each other with desperate, scratching fingers and both crying heavily, the noise overshadowing the faint beat from the music downstairs. Harry gently squeezed my hips to get me to focus on his eyes again.

“Please, Y/N. Allow me to show you how committed I am to you. Body, heart and soul. I love you with every piece of me and can’t imagine a day I would spend happy if you’re not by my side.”

My ears rang and my cheeks started to feel sticky. His sincere green eyes willed me to believe him and I felt as if a thread had knotted around my heart and that it was now pulled towards him with a force I couldn’t fight. He sighed in relief when my hands reached up to hold him by his neck.

“I have never loved a person as deeply as I love you, Harry,” I spoke quietly, my thumbs moving in circular motions against his cheekbones.

He whimpered at my words and a smile graced his lips before I carefully pressed my own against them. I pushed any thought of the pretty model downstairs away and instead focused on the moan that escaped him and his arms that held me close. He moved to nip on my jaw when I turned to disconnect out lips.

“You still have some making up to do.”

He pulled away and nodded. His eyes danced with happiness. “Anything you want, my love. As long as you allow me to be with you again.”

My heart fluttered as I watched his face light up upon receiving my small nod and he bowed his head to collect another kiss.

“I love you Harry.”

“I love you, too,” he whispered and tightened his hold around me. “It’ll be different from now on. I promise that you will be happy.”

Hope you liked it! 

Here is part 3: 

http://harryimaginedstories.tumblr.com/post/147681965608/choosing-the-wrong-priorities-part-3

I guess I’ll do this thing…Not sure why people are so interested in my personal life

Tagged by @kazukodomoto

Nickname: Kolko, though some people are calling me Heta now…

Zodiac Sign: gemini

Height
: 170 cm

Last Thing You Googled: Hetalia character tropes (I was looking for my own post so I could use part of the script for a video).
Favourite music artist: that’s a hard one. There’s too many. At the moment though, i would have to say Jeff and Casey Lee Williams.
What are you wearing right now: a blue spagetti strapped tank top and my pajama pants. 
What do you post: Hetalia facts, theories, and videos that contain hetalia information
Why did you choose your URL: because my blog is full of hetalia facts…I was really surprised no one else had this username.

Do you have any other blogs: Yes. A lot. If I get 10000 followers, I will release my personal blog. But I also have a social justice blog, a lithuania rp blog @igotashieldmotherfucker, and a hetalia ship appreciation blog @why-i-love-my-hetalia-otp . I was coadmin on @anti-hetalia-pairs for a while too
What Did Your Last Relationship Teach You: don’t get into a relationship before going to college. Especially not with your best friend. (yes i know. I’m dumb).
Religious Or Spiritual: I believe there’s some kind of God out there. I can’t even imagine not going somewhere when death comes. There has to be more to life.
Favorite Color: Turquoise
Average Hours Of Sleep: I try to get 7 hours minimum, but sometimes it turns into 5…
Lucky Number: 23 
Favorite characters: (I’ll do a video on my favourite hetalia characters another time)
How Many Blankets Do you Sleep With: I make my bed with 2-3 blanket, but I use the thicker layer when it is cold and the sheet when it is hot. My bed is lofted so I try to get the most I can out of my sheets before I have to wash them.
Dream Job: Anything where I can travel and live in Europe. I would like to do something in politics, maybe become a world leader, but I dream too big…

anonymous asked:

hello lovely could you do me a ship from 13rw girl and boy ?? . I'm 5'2 , brunette . Very socially awkward , despise sports although I think I'm good at it . I'm good in every subject except math . I love junk food , books , listening to music specially from the 70s and 80s . oh and I don't really care about what people say from what I wear .

I ship you with Jeff Atkins

Originally posted by knightlley

You will always go to Jeff’s baseball games, cheering him on. On the weekends he would teach you how to play, although you secretly already know how to. During the week you would tutor him in math although he would never pay attention cause he would be looking at you which would lead to make-out sessions in the library. You would show him a new song you were into and he would call you his ‘cute little nerd’. You always dressed how you want so when people thought it was weird, you wouldn’t care, but Jeff would stare them down until they apologized. 

giantbombduder  asked:

Jeff, you're wearing ankle socks. What is this? Why would you ever do that to yourself?

You ain’t the sock judge of me, jerk! Take your apparently strong feelings about the type of socks someone is wearing and scram.