liam sophia and niall

“I’ll be Dreaming of You”

The credits on the television started to roll, making you realise how tired you had become throughout the night.

Sophia was out with Liam for the weekend, allowing you to have the house to yourself, which you were glad about since you had to finish an assignment that was due in a weeks time. However, since it was Saturday night - and let’s face it, you didn’t want to spend your Saturday night alone and at home, eating a whole pizza to yourself and drinking a whole bottle of cheap wine that you had bought earlier that evening - so you had asked Harry round for some company. Ever since the two of you had met that night a few weeks ago, the two of you had been inseparable. Obviously, you didn’t flaunt this out in the public for only speculations and rumours to occur, but whenever Harry had some time off from recording songs and doing interviews, he was around at yours. You loved having him around, you played scrabble religiously, had cook off’s to see who could bake the better cookies (which he won and didn’t cease to let you forget about it either) and also watched some of your favourite movies together.

It was inevitable, you had some feelings that were bubbling away in your stomach for him, even though you denied profusely when Sophia asked about it one day and continued to say that the two of you had spent a lot of time together, to which you replied, “Well, maybe we just like each others company, doesn’t mean that we have feelings for each other,” huffing in the passenger seat and crossing your arms over your chest, acting like a five year old that was allowed to get the toy they wanted. Even the boys had taken to messing with Harry and asked him questions about you, full well knowing that once you were mentioned, he wouldn’t stop.

It was cute, they could see a budding romance form before their very eyes and the two of you seemed to blind to it - or atleast pretending to be.

“Well, that was a good movie,” Harry stated from beside you, you looked up lazy at him, your hooded eyes telling just how tired you were. “and maybe it’s bedtime for you missy,” he continued, cupping your chin with his fingers and squeezing your cheeks so that your lips involuntary made fish lips which earned a chuckle from the curly haired boy next to you.

You nodded your approval and yawned, standing up and collecting the pizza boxes and leaving the empty bottle of wine and glasses for Harry to grab. After leaving the boxes, bottle and glasses in the kitchen, deciding that you would clean up in the morning, you both headed up to your bedroom, it wasn’t long before you both were under the covers of you bed, all cosy and warm.

“My bed is too small for two people,” you groaned into your pillow. Harry smiled and placed an arm around your torso bringing you in closer to his warm and shirtless body.

“I like your single bed, means we get to cuddle the whole night,” He replied, shifting his head closer to yours. You brought you gaze up to him, cocking an eyebrow at him playfully.

“If you keep that up, you’ll be cuddling yourself on the floor mister,” you hit back, earning an ‘oooh’ from Harry. Although, you would never do such a thing because he was making the bed very warm and you secretly loved how your bodies fitted together.

It fell silent, the room was dark and cold outside of the covers of the doona. The only sound you could was the mingling of your breathing with Harry’s, a little out of sync with him. The silence continued for a few more moments before Harry spoke up.

“I like spending time with ya, ya muppet,” you smiled, feeling all fuzzy inside. Heart rate definitely speeding up, and your hands starting to go clammy.  

“Me too,” you replied, “I like it when it’s just us,” you continued.
You both had never told the other how you actually felt, the thought made you a nervous wreck and the thought of getting rejected by him was too much to risk telling him. Even though you had only known him for a short while, he seemed like such an important person in your life already, and risking your friendship was something that you did not want to do.

You reached forward and wrapped your arms around his neck, bringing him in for a hug, his leg nudging in-between yours, his chest pressed against yours and his curls covering your face - even a few strands getting caught in your lips.

You felt so comfortable in his arms that you started to drift off to sleep, his thumb gently moving across your cheek which made you doze off quicker, and kiss placed to your forehead and a gently pull towards his body had you fast asleep in his arms.

He looked down at your beautiful features, admiring them intently, feeling on top of the world. Another kiss being pressed to your head, feeling so content and happy right in this very moment, whispering, “Goodnight, poppet. I’ll be dreaming of you,”

Figure Me Out

by Anonymous

Harry and Louis were enemies since day one, their Gryffindor and Slytherin pride getting the best of them from first year. Unsavory circumstances land them in detention together and who knows what can happen when you go in with an open mind.

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anonymous asked:

what is the wedding bracelet thing about? in that last anon ask you answered? would you mind explaining, sorry to be a bother

ahere we go, i kinda wanna talk about this forever (definitely not a bother, anon!)

so, july 2014, Jay and Dan got married, and the entirety of one direction descended on the wedding. (except zayn, he was at a camp with perrie’s family, moving on)

liam was there with sophia (mr. and mrs. bond, anyone?)

niall was there playing some golf

and drinking some beer (as you do, when you are niall)

and then we have mr. harry styles, perfect little snowflake, getting his titties out, its a black tie posh wedding but i am cute, i dont care, my titties need air, dont you dare

just casually chatting to sophia about their boyfriends who are both in one direction, did you know?

i dont know if this funnier because of the poster’s url or in spite of it

the jay-dan wedding is important in the larry fandom because of the timing, it was in the middle of the louis-and-harry-hate-each-other-larries-ruined-their-friendship phase of PR, oh but look who jay was introducing to everyone nearest and dearest

i kind of love their relationship (oooh daisy and pheobe in the foreground being so beautiful)

and this beautiful moment nearly five years in the making: 

this is louis’ grandad, jay’s father

they have met before, anne too

and grandpa has always loved louis’ boyfriend platonic bandmate bro pal

they’re exclusive members of the ‘cheer-on-louis-tomlinson-playing-football’ club

so this is extra extra beautiful, that while evryone else got smiles,harry got hugs

the rest of the tomlinsons contributed too; this is lottie sharing a photo of her “hair” (and her brother’s “harry”, but whatever)

the tomlinsons wouldnt know subtle if it hit them in the face, but i will move on to the wrist band

so all the wedding guests were apparently required to wear this wrist band, preumably for security reasons

and even after the wedding was over, harry kept his on for days

we get it harry, it is important to you, that wedding was important to you

antis ask, “was it? maybe he just couldnt be bothered to take it off, maybe he couldnt find scissors to shear it off.” 

okay then, so clearly he would keep it till it wore out and fell off on its own, which is kind of what happened in the middle of the Toronto concert in August 

fine done and over with right? 


you see, in september 2014, louis plays a charity football match in the UK, and after the newly instigated larry talk since the wedding, harry needs to be seen away, NOT AT THE FOOTBALL MATCH. 

sure enough, the day before the match, harry is mobbed at LAX (which celebrity goes through airports without security? i swear i want to have words with his management team) 

and what is on his bag? the frayed wedding wrist band from jay’s wedding

let it sink in that - in the middle of concert, harry ran backstage to pull off the fraying wrist band and keep it safe, so that he can pull it out and tie it VISIBLY to his bag later - let that sink in for a little bit, go on, we have time.

bonus: he is also wearing that goddamn blue bandana 


A Brief Encounter

It was a warm Summer’s night, when you heard laughter travel up the stairs and into the bathroom where you were applying that last few touches to your makeup. You were going out with some of your friends from uni, (as you had just finished mid term exams and you thought it was appropriate to celebrate) to a fancy Japanese restaurant in London.

You were excited, it had been quite a while since you had gone out, the last time you recall was stumbling out of a club at half past three in the morning and trying to hold your stumbling friend as well. It was finally time to let your hair down and unwind after many nights of studying into the early hours of the morning and and cramming in any form of studying when you can.

Looking into the mirror one last time, a small smile appearing on your face, content with how you looked and also a little proud of how well your eyeshadow and eyeliner actually turned out as you were one for not wearing makeup much, only ever on special occasions. Grabbing your purse and phone, you made a quick exit from your bedroom and making your way down the stairs that led to the kitchen. As soon as you entered the kitchen, the laughter died down and you best friend and house mate Sophia made her way over to you, standing next to you. It was then that you actually looked around the kitchen that was filled with other people, who you had missed coming in as you were preparing yourself for the nights activities.

You looked at Sophia, a indication for her to speak. She smiled at you a placed a hand on your shoulder. “This is Louis,” Sophia said as she pointed to a man that was standing next to the kitchen bench, a kind smile on his face as he greeted you with a hug and a ‘How are ya, love?’, “This is my boyfriend Liam,” Sophia continued, pointing to a man with warm brown eyes and a small smile on his face. They had only been together fore a couple of weeks, hence why as you had not met him yet, but whenever you where down in the kitchen making dinner Sophia didn’t pass up on the opportunity to tell you about what her and Liam did that day. It was sweet, she was happy and you could really tell a difference in her and as a friend thats all you wanted. You greeted Liam with a hug and a ‘Finally nice to put a face to a name - she doesn’t shut up about you’ you stated before you turned to a tall man, brown curly hair that cam to his shoulders and the most beautiful green eyes you had ever laid eyes on. “And this is Harry,” Sophia finally said, you quickly darted your eyes to Sophia, in fear that you were staring too much and realising he probably gets a lot of it and this is not the time or place he really expected to be stared at.

A small smile played on your lips as you looked back up into his eyes, pools of green. Harry stepped forward and reached down to hug your small frame, your arms wrapping around his torso and your head coming to his chest. He smelt so good to you that you didn’t want to let go. After a moment, you pulled away and smiled up at him as he looked down at you. Getting lost in green.


At half past twelve, you stumbled back up the stairs at the front of your house, fumbling with your house before managing to open the front door and kick off your heels that where starting to make your feet ache. The house was dark and the only noise that you could hear was the telly running in the lounge room.

“How was it?” Sophia asked as you stood at the entrance of the lounge room, all eyes now on you and not on the television. The boys had decided on staying the night, just a night in and watching nonsense on the telly, taking the micky out of the shit storyline of a film our how bad the acting was.

“It was good, service was slow though,” you huffed as you took the only empty spot on the couch which was between Sophia and Harry.

“Did you have much to drink?” Sophia continued, trying to get out as much information as possible. You swung your head carelessly in her direction and nodded.

“Only a little,” you stated, reverting your attention to the television. “May be a little drunk,” this remark made a giggle leave Sophia’s mouth.

“And you drove? Why didn’t you call me? I could have picked you up, you donut.” Sophia scolded crossing her arms over her chest and letting out a big huff. “Go have a cup of tea, and then straight to bed please.” she demanded, snuggling into Liam’s side as he pulled her closer. You rolled your eyes but didn’t argue back, lifting yourself up off the couch and slowly walking into the kitchen, the cold tiles hitting your feet and making goose bumps rise up on your skin, you turned on the kettle and placed a tea bag in your mug.

You heard some muffled voices over the noise that the television was making and a few moments later Harry walked into the kitchen, offering you a kind smile and placing his empty beer bottle in the recycling bin.

“How’re ya feelin’? You feeling’ alright?” he asked you, you nodded your head.

“I’m fine, I’m like tipsy at the moment, no big deal,” you replied looking up at him. Still looking just a gorgeous as you had remembered him to be when you met him briefly over a couple of hours ago.

“Ok, well I’m going to make you some toast, so you don’t feel like shit in the mornin’,” He said, moving past you and raiding the cupboards for some bread and butter. You watched him as he moved fluently around the kitchen, grabbing a plate when he was waiting for the toast to turn a golden colour before taking it out of the toaster and putting a slather of butter on top and spreading it evenly on the surface.

You smiled at him, as he pushed the plate of toast towards you and you gladly took it, “Eat, you feel better,” you took a bite of the toast, enjoying your midnight snack made by a famous boyband member that you slightly fancied.

“You make good toast, Harry,” you said and you took the last bite of the toast, smiling as you suddenly felt better. Obviously the little portions of food at the Japanese restaurant was not enough to help you stay a little sober for longer, but oh boy was this bread making your feel better.

Harry chuckled at your compliment and smiled as he watched you swallow the last of the toast, all happy and content and definitely ready for bed. “Well you can come to mine anytime and I’ll make you some toast.” You looked down at your feet that didn’t seem to be bothered by the cold tiles anymore. Feeling glad that it was a little dark in the kitchen so Harry couldn’t see your blushing cheeks and a small smile reaching your lips.

“I would love that,” you replied, finally looking up at him.

Little did the both of you know that something beautiful had just started to grow.

This Day in 1D History - April 16


  • Up All Night Tour concert – Melbourne, Australia, feat. THE ZIALL HUG 


  • Take Me Home Tour concert – Nottingham, UK, feat. the boys serenading Paul for his birthday :))


  • Niall, Louis, Liam, and Sophia get all dolled up for TrekStock’s Great Gatsby Ball


  • Niall checks in with his lovers ;)
  • Elounor take on Coachella! 
  • Harry struts his stuff in SoHo
  •  before catching a Rangers game with Jeff :))