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Song Fics: Last First Kiss

Song Fics – Last First Kiss – Take Me Home Edition

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(N/A: READ THIS FIRST: New project coming up. As you lovely people wanted, I’m doing connected song fics, which basically means that THIS songfic is connected to the next THREE song fics, being part of a bigger story. It’s like a side fanfiction based on 4 One Direction Songs. Any questions, my ask box is there for you. I’d be happy to explain it better)

Part I 

Los Angeles – Travelling Carnival – 6 PM

“Come on!” She said, walking faster than all of us. The wind in her hair, making it dance while she looked back at Harry, smiling widely, as a little child.

Harry was indifferent to all of their friends’ conversations. Some of them would talk to him and give up after a few nonsense responses. His eyes were focusing on something else. Not the shiny Ferris wheel or the filled carousel, no. It was she. Her smile, her expectation. She wanted him to have the best night ever.

It was indeed Harry’s first time on a travelling carnival like that. All the play stands and the little kids running around. It seemed quite magical, quite movie-like.

Still, all he could think about was spending that time with her.

Soon to be leaving off for tour, he didn’t have much time left, so every second seemed precious. He felt his stomach tighten up. Just the thought of telling her could make him sick. It was deeply ironic how nervous he was around her, thinking every step of the way, every little word said. If only his friends knew about it… Harry Styles, to them, the one who could talk to any girl in the world and win them out.

He did had an ability to conquer. When he wanted something, he would put everything he had into it to get it.

Why is it different with her, then? Why everything about her made him look like a clumsy teenage boy?

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Hey, cutie pie. :) I remember you in One Thing.

Yes, YOU. Harold Edward Styles. 


Oh you’re so silly. So damn silly. 

No, no. You’re not allowed to make my ovaries hurt anymore. 

But dat lip bit doeeee.


Your heart’s against my chest..

Lips pressed to my neck..

I’ve fallen for your eyes..

But they don’t know me yet..

And the feeling I forget..

I’m in love now..

Kiss me like you wanna be loved..

This feels like I’ve fallen in love..

Settle down with me..

And I’ll be your safety..

You’ll be my lady..

I was made to keep your body warm..

But I’m cold as, the wind blows..

So hold me in your arms..

I'm BACK!!!


Umm… That wasn’t supposed to be cute but he definitely made it out to be! Yowza, sir. Yowza.

I wish I had the body that your hair has. It’s unfair to see a boy with pretty hair… But he’s attractive. So it’s alright. ;)

MWAH! Kiss to you, Mr. Styles. Mwah. 

i got thinking about niall’s fingers. and then so did harry. excuse any typos. this was meant to be a lot shorter.

harry doesn’t mean to stare at niall’s hands, it’s just that he hasn’t been able to stop thinking about his fingers.

it shouldn’t be a turn on, harry thinks. the fact that niall’s a leftie isn’t something that he should be wanking himself off over.

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