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I love you (MATURE)

I know this isn’t Marvel imagine, but i wrote this long time ago and thought maybe i should post it. 

The bed was so comfortable. She rolled around in her sleep and she felt like she was floating on the clouds. She starched her arm to touch her boyfriend, but all she met was more silky sheets. She slowly began to open her eyes, it took her some time before she could see properly. Her eyes needed some time to get used to the darkness.

That reminded her of the psychology class from the other day, when their teacher told them, that their eyes need thirty minutes before you could see anything.

She always found that very stupid, especially when she was walking to school in the morning. Her eyes didn’t need thirty minutes to get used to the darkness, she could see properly just after five minutes.

She looked around the room but she couldn’t find much known, and very dear silhouette to her. He was nowhere to be found, and that got her wondering, what he could be possibly doing at this time of the night. To be honest she didn’t know what time it was, and neither was she going to look, because it would be a crime to move from this holy position.

She was always laying on her stomach, she would much likely fall asleep on her back, but during the night she would always find her way back onto the stomach. It was the most comfortable pose ever. So she didn’t even bother to roll back and grab her phone form the night stand.

She was laying like that for solid ten minutes, even though it seemed to her like it was hours. She wasn’t sure how much time has passed, but she wondered how she didn’t fall asleep immediately. She is always the first one to fall asleep, she could lay anywhere, and within the minute, and she would be out.

But it was only because she was sleeping next to him, but when they were separated because of his tour and her school, she would barely get some kind of sleep. She just missed the warmth his body produced, the feeling of his strong, muscular hands wrapped around her body. His sweet little kisses all the way from her back, over her shoulder, around her neck and finally locking with hers. His low voiced “Goodnight” that was so innocence, but it would still send shivers down her spine.

She is so deeply in love with him, so over her head with him, he can make her lose her mind in less than a second. She would do anything for him, and that scares her the most. She never thought she would love anyone so much, it terrifies her sometimes. The thought that he holds her everything in his hands, her heart, her soul, her life, that one wrong word, move and she will be shuttered, broken, left in pieces.

He isn’t the type of person that would hurt her on purpose, he’s a sweet, loving and genuine guy. But lately he hasn’t been acting like himself. She understands that tour took a lot of his energy, and that all he wants now is peace and to relax, and she respects that. What hurts the most is when he says he needs to relax but he goes out with his friends, and comes home in early morning hours. She tried to confront him about it, but he would just raise his hands in the air, call her petty or just tell her that he missed them.

But so does she. She haven’t seen him in a year, all she wants now is, for him to wrap his hands around her, tell her he loves her and just cuddle for the rest of the day. She’s not asking for much, is she now? And even though he’s home now, she feels the same way she did when he was on tour. She misses him, and he’s right there, but just like he isn’t. She tried everything, she wonders if she did something wrong, is he mad at her, but anytime she would start a conversation about it, he would just push her off.

She let out a loud sigh and moved the covers from her body, and as soon as the silky sheets left her body, she felt shivers run down her spine, and only then she realised, the balcony doors were open, she was staring at them but she didn’t notice, not until now, and that’s exactly what he does to her. She wasn’t really sure why she felt the shivers because it wasn’t even cold.

And then she saw him, he was standing there, leaning onto balcony fence, looking so peaceful, maybe that’s the reason she felt them, her brain recognised him before she did. But one thing shocked her, he was smoking a cigarette. She was damn sure he stopped, at least that’s what he said. Well more correctly, that’s what he promised to do.

All she wanted to do was to go out, hug him from behind and just stay like that for hours. But she was afraid, afraid to move, because if he hears her, he will turn around and again go into his, now natural state, tensed.

She observed him for few more minutes, and then she decided to get up, she didn’t walk towards him, rather she went down to the kitchen and grab herself something to drink. She wasn’t really thirsty, but she couldn’t lay there anymore. She was so distracted that she almost fell over the pile of his clothes that was on the floor. And that little pile made her so angry, so she just wanted to turn around, go out and yell at him. Later on, she wasn’t even sure if she was mad about the pile, or about him in general.

She opened the fridge and just stared in, does she take bottle of water or apple juice. She went with just regular water, because she didn’t want anything sweet. She poured it into a glass and brought it to her lips, she was slowly drinking while looking through the kitchen window, into the dark, full of shadows, back yard. Shadows were playing around, enlighten the trees, now from this, now from that side. She calmed down a little bit, and she didn’t even hear him come.

Lately she was so distracted, it started to bother her. His low and quiet voice shook her out of her dreams. It was so quiet, but so was the house so it sounded like he was standing right behind her, but she knew he was either leaning onto kitchen door, or kitchen cabinets.

“Why are you up so late?”

She wasn’t sure how to respond to that. Does she tells him the truth, that she can’t sleep without him and that the person who sleeps with her now isn’t her boyfriend, but some stranger taking over his body? Or does she just lie to him, and tells him its school? She rather decided to say nothing but to stare through window again.

Now she could feel the smell of cigarette that he just smoked, and it bothered her so much. The smell was so unpleasant, she wanted to turn around and tell him to shower. She took a deep breath, put the glass into the sink, knowing that she’s going to wash it tomorrow. She slowly turned around, trying not to catch his gaze, slowly started walking towards their shared room.

Just as she thought she had passed him, she felt the strong grip on her hand. By then she was already pissed off, and all she could do was let out a loud groan. She tried to pull her hand out of his grip, but he only pulled her closer. Her face met his bare chest, and she appreciated the warmth and smell of his body, even though the smell of cigarette ruined it.

“I’m tired Justin, let me go, please.”

Her voice was low, she felt tired, but not physical tiredness, no the mental one was bigger problem.

“Apparently you’re not tired enough if you woke up at 2.30 a.m.” and what could she say to that. She hated it when he became cocky little shit, mostly because that wasn’t her Justin. She wanted to talk to him about everything, but she knew it would all turn into a fight, and for that, she was not ready.

“My mouth was dry, so it woke me up, can you please let me go now?”

She whispered into his chest, feeling her eyes getting wetter. No she didn’t want to cry, but sometimes we don’t cry because we’re weak, we cry because it’s the only way to let out the pain, the frustration. It’s the only way to make mental pain, physical. But she didn’t want to cry in front of him, she just didn’t.

But his question dried her eyes in a second, she again became frustrated and angry, but at the same time confused and sad. That’s what he does to her. Confuses her, completely.

“Why are you avoiding me? In the evening, you’re already sleeping even before I enter the room. You leave in the morning without a kiss, without a goodbye. When I want to make you feel good, and you know how good I make you feel, your head hurts, or you have an exam to study for, or just something else that doesn’t make any damn sense.”

She was indeed avoiding him, but she only did it because she thought that would protect her from him. She didn’t know why she needed the protection from him, but she felt that way, if he was going to push her away, she won’t be able to try and hold him.

She was once again speechless, or so she pretended she was. She was a burning lion, observing, but always ready to attack.

She felt his hand under her chin, pulling it up, to finally meet his gaze. Every single time she would look into his eyes, he would make her feel like she’s seeing him for the first time ever, that weird feeling in her stomach made her change her weight from her right to her left leg.

He looked at her, or more properly, he observed her, he was still waiting for an answer, but he knew he wouldn’t get one, not from her and not tonight. But did he even wanted it? No, he just needed her attention, but he didn’t realise he was the reason why she stopped giving him so much attention. She wasn’t even aware of what she was doing to him. He was making him go crazy, he hated her for that.

He moved so fast she didn’t even got to catch a breath before her back met stone cold wall. His hands were on each side of her body, her legs were wrapped around him, and they fit so perfectly. His face was so close, their noses touched and she could feel his hot breath on her face. He was looking deeply into her eyes like he was asking for permission, but she knew he wasn’t.

Their lips met, and there was no sweetness in it, no patience, only roughness. But she didn’t mind, he moved his left hand down her body and gripped her ass, ass his lips did the same, concentrating on her neck. His pace was at the same time rough but perfect. All she could do was let out a small moan, that made him lean more into her, and she could feel his smirk growing against her neck. She wrapped her hand around his muscles, digging her nails into his skin. Suddenly he pulled his lips away from her neck, and he moved her from cold wall to the kitchen table. She used the chance to take her shirt off.

As soon as her nipples were exposed and hit by cold air they got hard. His eyes moved from her lips to her breast and he didn’t waste any time. He took her right nipple into his mouth, nibbling and sucking onto it, while he took other one in between his fingers and started tugging onto it. She let out a loud moan of pleasure. His mouth moved from her nipple to her mouth.

“You’re fucking gorgeous, you know that? Let me make you feel the way I only know.”

He mumbled against her lips, the only response she offered him was a small whimper. He moved his lips down her jaw again, this time making sure to leave marks all the way from her neck to her breast. He moved his left hand down her body, until he reached her inner thigh. He moved the tips of his fingers against the sensitive skin, teasing her. She groaned and tried to pull herself closer to him, she was eager to fell his touch.

“Please, Justin” she whispered. Neither of them could wait any longer, but he felt indescribable pleasure teasing her. He slid his hand into her underwear, his fingers meeting her clit, rubbing it roughly. “So fucking wet.” He slid his fingers into her without a warning. Sudden pleasure made her let out loud moan, trying to get even closer to him, just so she could feel more of him.

“You keep moving closer to me, baby girl, even though there is no more place to move. See, only I make you feel this way. You should remember that.” He moved his lips from her neck and looked deeply into her eyes.

“I was going to tease you some more, but I just want to fuck the shit out of you.” he pulled his fingers out, pulled his Calvin Klein’s down, separated her legs and without a warning slammed into her. His mouth fell open while she moaned loudly. She wrapped her hands around his naked body, scratching his back.

“Fucking hell. You’re so tight, baby girl.” he hovered over her, making her back hit the cold table board. His mouth found her nipple and started nibbling onto it. Her mouth fell open from sudden pleasure. His hips found a perfect pace.

“Tell me how good I make you feel.” He groaned against her nipple. She wanted too, but the pleasure was too much and the only way she responded was through loud moan. But he wasn’t pleased with that. He slapped her ass, twice, once from right side, other time from left side. Burn that she felt after his hands made her whimper even more. When she still wasn’t responding, he picked his pace, even though she thought he couldn’t go any faster.

Their bodies moved in sync, and she could spot sweat dripping down his forehead. Even though the kitchen was very big, it became so hot in there that she wanted to jump out of her skin.

She felt his hand around her neck, griping her tightly, and the rough feeling almost pushed her over the edge, but he suddenly pulled out. The sudden feeling of emptiness made her whimper.

“You’re not cumming, until you tell me how god I make you feel, you understand me?” she nodded and pulled her hips up, trying to get him to continue. But he just looked at her. She took a deep breath and started.

“You make me feel so-“but she wasn’t able to finish. He pushed into her with so much force, all she could do was scream. She could see a smirk playing on his lips, he was pleased with her answer.

She felt the well-known feeling and she knew she was close. She won’t be able to hold it any longer, but she could see he was just as close as she was.

“I feel you getting tighter around me. You wanna cum, baby girl?” His voice was low and husky and she only could nod.

“Yes, please.” She somehow mumbled in between the moans.

“Look at me, let’s cum together.” Their eyes met, and like it was their trigger, his movements became sloppier and he let out a loud groan, while she screamed out his name, scratching his back. She could feel him feeling her up with his jounces and it was the best feeling.

“Oh fuck.” He mumbled, they both tried to catch a breath after an amazing experience.

“I love you.” he leaned closer and locked their lips once again. “I love you” she mumbled against his lips.

He picked her into his arms and carried her to their shared room.

Harry Styles - “Confessions” Part Five

This is the conclusion to the series! I hope you all have enjoyed it and that this lives up to your expectations. Thanks for all of the love and support I have received for this imagine. Means the world to me.

Part One - Part Two - Part Three - Part Four - Part Six - Part Seven - Part Eight

“How long does it take to get the results of this test?” You wonder out loud to Harry later that evening. The two of you were headed for LAX, going to pick up Anne, whose flight was to be landing at any minute. Harry had gone early that morning and gotten his blood drawn, as did the mother. Harry told you the two of them didn’t see or speak to each other though, which was good. 

“They said a couple of days but would rush it because of the circumstances.” Harry explains, keeping his eyes forward and both hands tight on the steering wheel.

“You mean because of who you are.” You clarified for him. “If you aren’t the father, they’ll want to know as soon as possible so they can make sure no one starts rumors you’re having a child, and if they do they have proof that you aren’t.” 

“Can we jus’ not talk abou’ this? ’m nervous, ’m scared, I don’ need you over here sayin’ stuff like tha’ to make me feel worse.” This was the first time he had snapped at you in awhile, especially since all of this had happened. It showed you just how much this was taking a toll on him. 

“I’m sorry.” You whisper, reaching over to rest your hand on his bicep. “I was just thinking out loud, I guess.” You tell him, removing your hand. He sighs, instantly regretting the tone of voice he had taken with you. He glances over at you but you weren’t looking at him and instead were focused on the buildings and cars flying past outside your window. 

Harry had felt a sense of hope last night and this morning that things would be okay with the two of you. You had kissed him, you had said you loved him, you’d laughed and joked with him this morning when he got home from the doctors office. Things felt normal and okay again. And he knew the results of the paternity test would most likely determine if you would return back to London as his girlfriend or his ex to never see him again. 

He wasn’t sure how he felt about all of this anymore. Of course, he didn’t particularly want this baby, but if it was his he knew he would love it completely and raise him or her to the best of his ability, even if that meant he would lose you. He would be a parent and he would have to do what he had to for his child. For the fear of losing you alone was the only reason he was praying the baby turned out not to be his. He hadn’t let himself feel that emotional connection yet. He hadn’t seen an ultrasound, he hadn’t heard a heartbeat, right now it was an abstract idea, a phantom consuming his thoughts until all of this was resolved. 

“Hey,” Harry breaks from his thoughts and looks over at you for a second, seeing that you were looking at him with concern riddled across that beautiful face. You reach over, resting a hand on his leg. “You alright?” 

“Jus’ thinkin’.” Harry answers, turning back to the road. They were almost at the airport. He couldn’t wait to see his mother. He needed the comfort of his mothers arms around him as he figured this all out. You were also excited to see her. Anne had always been such a comfort to you and it was going to be nice to have her around to help. 

“What about?” You wonder, your hand still resting on his leg. You see him bite at his lower lip, clearly unsure if he wanted to tell you what was on his mind or not. “You don’t have to tell me.” You assure him but he shakes his head. 

“’m jus’ thinkin’ abou’ how I’ll feel if the baby isn’ mine and how I’ll feel if it is mine.” He explains quietly, giving a small shrug of his muscular shoulders. “I don’ feel a connection yet and I know the only way there would be chance of you forgiving me would be if I wasn’ the father so I prefer tha’ instead of a child with someone else righ’ now.” 

“Whether you’re the father or not, you still cheated and then lied to me, Harry. I’m not going to just forgive you because you might not be the father.” Though admittedly, you would be more so open to resolving all of this if he wasn’t going to be tied down to a child. 

“Yeah, bu’ if ‘m no’ then I have more time to spend on gettin’ you back.” He grins over at you then and takes your hand from his leg to bring the back of your hand up to his lips. He glances over at you as his soft lips kiss your skin before he puts your hand back on his leg and focuses back on the road. You’re heart raced at his touch, your mind going a mile a minute. 

You didn’t speak for the remainder of the trip, which was thankfully not much, but you did keep your hand on his leg. Once you saw Anne and you both got out of the car, heading to greet her, she pulled you both into a hug one at a time, holding you both close against her as you hug her just as tightly back. 

“Oh, Harry,” She comments, resting a hand on her son’s cheek as she looks into his tired and clearly stressed face but he gives her a smile, not wanting to upset her more than he already had. He hugs her again before he takes her bags and heads to put them in the back of his car while the two of you hug again. 

The drive home was thankfully not awkward. Baby talk didn’t happen, instead Anne shared stories of what was going on at home, what her and Robin had been up to, as well as Harry’s sister Gemma. It was nice to talk about something other than the baby and cheating and just pretend that everything was okay again.

“So, am I taking the guest room or is it pre-occupied?” Anne questioned when Harry was close to pulling into the driveway. That’s when you glance over at Harry, realizing the two of you clearly hadn’t thought about that. You’d been sleeping in the guest room still while he was in your old bedroom. Now with Anne needing the guest room where would you go. 

“I’ll just… I’ll take the couch. It will only be for a few days anyway.” You answer, giving a shrug. The couch was plenty big enough and decently comfortable so it shouldn’t be too bad. 

“I’ll take the couch.” Harry argues. “Or, you could stay with me. We have a huge bed, or well… I have a huge bed.. we won’ have to sleep close together or anythin’.” You bite your lip but decide he was right. You wouldn’t have to be close to him as the bed was in fact huge with plenty of space but you had to admit it would still be a little bit weird and hard to be so close in a bed that the two of you had once been intimate in but it would have to do for the next few days until all of this was finished and you returned home. 

It was so nice to have Anne there. She helped fill that awkward silence that sometimes fell between you and Harry. She also made it easy to not talk about the current situation, the two of you were escaping all of it finally and it felt so nice to have laughs and comfort instead of arguing and tears. 

“Jus’ kick me if I ge’ too close.” Harry comments to you after the two of you had gotten ready for bed. You were pulling all the extra pillows off the bed that Harry had always been annoyed by. He always claimed that you didn’t need more than what you used to sleep so why overload the bed with smaller decorative ones? You said it made the room complete and they were staying, so he put up with it but you had to admit, the task of taking them off every night did get kind of annoying, as did having to put them all back on in the morning. “You know I like a cuddle.” 

“And you know I have no problem kicking you.” You respond with an innocent smile to which his response was to grab a pillow and toss it at you. You laugh as it bounces off your arm that you held up to shield yourself. “You can kick me if I get too close too. Not that I will but ya know, just in case.” 

“Yeah, I will.” He smirks at you as the two of you pull back the blankets and slide into bed. You sigh as you collapse back into the pillows, pulling the thick blanket up to your chin as you sink into the mattress. You had missed this comfortable bed. 

Surprisingly, the two of you did keep your distance from one another throughout the night. He stayed on his side, and you on yours. He woke before you and couldn’t help but smile over at your sleeping form, needing to resist the urge to pull you close against him like he used to. He knew you wouldn’t like that though so instead he just leaned in, pressed a gentle kiss to your cheek, careful not to wake up, before sliding out of bed. 

“Mornin’, sunshine.” He greeted you when you entered the kitchen a little while later. He lifts his forkful of eggs in a greeting before sliding the plate over to you when you sit beside him. “Eggs?” He asks, his mouth full. You laugh and shove him with your elbow before grabbing his fork. 

“You’re disgusting.” You comment before shoving your own forkful of eggs into your mouth. You realize then that maybe sharing a plate of breakfast wasn’t a normal and just friends kind of thing to do but it’s what the two of you had done for so long, it happened so naturally just as holding hands after the meeting with the lawyers had been. You push the thoughts from your head though as Anne walks into the room, freshly showered and grinning at her son and you, happy to see that things were clearly getting better with the two of you.

“Morning everyone!” She greets, going about making herself a cup of coffee. Harry watched you through the rest of breakfast, the two of you passing the fork back and forth until the eggs were gone. He kept thinking about how nice all of this had been and how easily it could go back to this but that damn test was looming over everything. It could ruin all of this but then he kept thinking how he already had ruined all of this but these moments gave him hope that just maybe it wasn’t over, that you and him still had a chance as a couple. 

It had now been three days since he took the paternity test and still hadn’t gotten an answer but everyday he woke up with his hands shaking, a nervous sweat building on his skin as he thought about how today could be the day. This morning you had picked up on it as you awoke and knew instantly what he was thinking, so against your better judgement you pulled him close and allowed him to curl against you and cry. 

“I don’ know what I’m goin’ to do.” He cried into your neck, holding you tight against him. “I can’ be the father, I can’t.” 

“We’ll get through this, Harry,” You realized as you said it how that sounded and Harry clearly did too as he gave a small hiccup and lifted his head to frown down at you. “I mean… I.. we’ll get through finding out the results. I… we’ll figure out the rest when we get there.” You were so confused as to how you were feeling lately, about him, about the cheating, about the baby. 

You loved Harry, you loved him so much, and he had been showing you how much he loved you these last few days. He was being caring, affectionate as best he could without letting it go too far and make you uncomfortable, he was being his old self and you had missed that. You missed Harry, and you missed being in a relationship with him. Maybe forgiving him wouldn’t be such a bad thing. He had been your life for so long, you could perhaps try at least. 

It was later that afternoon, the two of you and Anne had been watching a movie when Harry’s phone rang. You looked over at him beside you and saw that his face had grown pale. You glance down at his phone and see it was his lawyer calling him. The results were in. 

“Answer it, Harry.” You hiss at him, elbowing him. He looks over at you, his eyes wide and a crease formed between his brows. “I can do it.” You reach for the phone but he seems to snap out of it and stands up, accepting the call. 

He walks across the room, his back to both of you as he talks low, his voice quiet. You and Anne look over at each other and she reaches over to take your hand as she picks up on the way your heart rate had increases and your breathing had become shallow as you focused on Harry, trying to hear what was happening but you couldn’t hear him. 

And then the phone fell from his hand as he ended the call and your heart sank. That gave you the answer of what the news he had just received was and you felt your heart shattering all over again. Harry was to be a father, you just knew it. 

“Harry?” Anne questions after a few moments of silence, Harry still with his back to the two of you. “What did he say?” But Harry still didn’t answer. 

“Harry? Talk to us, please.” You stand then, releasing Anne to walk towards him. “Please.” Maybe it was the fact that you had come closer, or maybe it was just the fact that you had a quiet plea to your voice and he sensed you were close to tears, but he finally turned. His face was dry but his eyes were wide and he had an emotion hidden in his eyes that you couldn’t quite pick up on. “What did he say?” 

“It’s…” He takes a deep breath and then to your astonishment, he began to smile. “It’s not mine.” His breath was just a whisper but you heard it loud and clear. “They said there wasn’ a match at all and there’s no way it’s mine.” Your head was buzzing, unable to form a coherent thought as you look up into those green eyes. 

“Oh, Harry,” You both turn as Anne stands and rushes over to hug him tightly but you still just stood there. “I’ll… I’ll give you two some time to talk this through.” She kisses Harry’s cheek, then yours after giving you a quick hug, and leaves the room. Harry turns to you, silently questioning your thoughts. 

“It’s over, love, it’s all over. We don’ have to worry abou’ this anymore.” All he wanted to hear now after hearing those amazing words was to hear you say you still loved him and were willing to give him another chance. “Okay, look,” He steps forward and takes your hands in his, gripping at you tightly. You look up into his eyes, still wanting your thoughts to straighten themselves out but your head was still buzzing so instead you allowed him to talk. “I know I still messed up, I cheated, and tha’ will forever be my bigges’ regret bu’ if you le’ me, I will spend the rest of my life tryin’ to make up for this. I love you, I love you so much, Y/N. Please… give me jus’ one more chance, tha’s all ‘m askin for.” 

“Harry,” You whisper, releasing one of his hands to instead bring your hand up to rest on his slightly stubble covered cheek. He hadn’t shaved that morning but you liked the feel of it under your fingertips. “It’s going to take a lot for me to fully forgive you.” He sighs, closing his eyes as he willed the tears not to come. He knew this was it. He had made it to the other side of this whole pregnancy ordeal so now you were going to say since he didn’t need you anymore you were going to leave. “But I’m willing to try.” His eyes pop open and he sees you giving him a soft smile. 

“Really?” He whispers, unable to believe that you were willing to give him another chance, and give him another shot at being a better boyfriend this time. You still wanted him, you still wanted to be with him, and he was stunned that somehow, after all this shit you were willing to try again. He didn’t deserve you, he really didn’t. 

“I love you so much, Harry,” You say. “And even after all of this, through all of this, if I can still love you, then just maybe we really can make this work.” 

“Oh my god.” He whispers it like a prayer and then pulls you into his arms, his face burying in your neck as he holds you close. Your arms wrap tightly around his shoulders, both of you with grins you couldn’t control. “I love you, I love you so much.” He pulls back to say and then his lips were on yours. “I don’ deserve you-” 

“Just shut up and kiss me again, Harry. I’m done talking.” You cut him off, a grin on your face. His face broke out into his adorable boyish grin that you had missed so much. You tangle your fingers in his hair as his lips join with yours again. 


Hii! I know it’s been long but I kinda got stuck with this one, so this time I took inspiration from real life here and there. Hope you like it!

“I don’t like you" she said bluntly, in the same tone as one would say "I bought a new shirt today”.

He blinked several times, taken aback by her statement. It was completely out of the blue… he was just talking about the new Fleetwood vinyl he got earlier that day, couldn’t see any reason why that would lead her to such emotion.
He knew he could be a bit boring sometimes, loosing himself in frivolous details, - the flat tone and all that - but still that didn’t seem to bother her the times the two of them had engaged a conversation.

“Whaa-?…why?“ He blabbered, very confused. She didn’t know why she said that, or better, she knew why but she didn’t mean to come off so brutal, and besides, it wasn’t properly necessary. She sipped on her drink and looked around the pub, avoiding his hard stare that was burning her left profile, she was trying to think about something to explain herself. Shit, she had this amazing talent to get herself in the loveliest situations.

“I don’t know… I guess you try too much?“ She said hesitant with a questioning tone, as to ask him confirmation, still not meeting his eyes.

“I try what too much?“ He asked back, starting to feel offended at that point.

“To be liked! You try too much to be liked, I guess… I never know if what you say is what you really think or what people want to hear… It’s fucked up man, that’s what it is… And for that, I don’t like you!" She rambled, not knowing how to word her thoughts properly and getting nervous.

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“Oh y/n, thank goodness you’re here” Louis smiles, sighing in relieve as he hangs up the phone that was previously pressed against his ear.

“I’ve miss you so much.” I smile, running into him to hug him as tight as possible.

I haven’t seen Louis in six months, and even though I’m not here for him, I’m still glad I’m here with him. He’s like a brother I’ve never had, and not being able to see him was tough to go through.

“I don’t know how you’re able to do this, but thank you for picking me up from the tour bus” I smile, releasing the hug as I fixed the strap to my luggage on my shoulder.

“No problem! We were right by here anyway” he insists, sliding his phone in his pocket.

I nod, looking around before turning my attention back to Louis. I give him a small smile before patting his back so that we can go.

“How’s tour?” I ask, walking with him out the back entrance of the airport.
The night breeze made me shiver, hugging my jacket closer to my body in attempt token warm.

“Good, but stressful. We’ve been replacing and taking care of Harry for weeks” he sighs, kicking the pavement with the bottom of his shoes.

I frown. I hate knowing Harry isn’t himself. It’s awful. I’ve never realized how much it hurts when someone you’re in love with is in pain, especially when you can’t help them. You wish nothing but for yourself to be in that position rather than them, no matter what the condition.

“Well, I hope he doesn’t mind I’m here” I breathe out.

Harry doesn’t want the boys to let me know he has fallen ill. I don’t know why, but apparently everytime Louis says he’s going to tell me, Harry freaks out and refuses. I don’t know whether he’s scared for me to see the state he’s in, or he just doesn’t want me to worry. But no matter what the reason, I refuse to leave his side until he’s recovered.

“Here we are.” Louis exhales, leading me toward the front of the tour bus as he unlocks the door. “Just stay behind me and hide in the bathroom until I tell you to, okay?”

I nod, mumbling a quiet “okay” before stepping into the bus. I’m welcomed by Niall, Liam, and Zayn fighting about whether the recent football game was unfair or not. They all seem too involved in their disputes for me to intrude, so I try to sneak by them by attempting to go unnoticed.

“Oh Y/n’s h-“

“Shhh!” I shush, interrupting Niall as I point to the bunk room.

They all nod, giving me thumbs up before continuing their conversations.

I shake my head with a smile before following Louis to the bunk room, tucking myself into the bathroom so that I’m hidden from Harry.

“Harry, you feeling better?” Louis asks, giving him a pat on the shoulder.

My heart almost stops at his appearance. When he attempts to sit up, he fails immediately as his body is too weak to hold up his weight. He’s pale, nearly transparent, and his chest is dripping with sweat. His eyes are blue and veiny, almost black from being sunken in so much. His hands are shaking uncontrollably, spots of dry vomit on them.

“No” Harry answers, letting out a groan. “If anything, I feel worse.”

Louis shakes his head at him. 

“Is there anything I could do to help? Like, would Y/n help?” Louis asks, turning towards me as he nods his head.

I slowly walk toward the room, but halt my actions when I hear Harry speak again.

“Oh God, no. She won’t help. If anything she’s going to make it worse by coming here. She’s not going to give me any fucking peace and quiet and she won’t leave me alone. She always does that when I’m sick. That voice makes me even more sick.”

My heart drops as I take the last couple of steps to the room. All I ever do is try to help him, no matter what it costs me, but I never knew he felt that way about it. My eyes rim with tears when he looks up at me. His breathing becomes harsh, but I look away the second I’m able to. I feel intimidated, small, especially when he says harsh words about me. 

I wipe a small tear away from my cheek, but shake off my emotions. This isn’t worth my tears, at least not enough for him to see them.

“I’ll be uh—I’ll be with the guys, Louis” I smile softly.

He turns to me, giving me a sympothetic look. He mouths a short “I’m sorry”, but it isn’t his fault. He didn’t know Harry was going to act that way towards me, because he wasn’t supposed to. He was supposed to be happy and relieved. So I just nod, slowly making my way toward the kitchen area.

The boys are still arguing about the game as they microwave themselves a late dinner. I swiftly pour some water into a glass, filling it up half way before I take a seat on the couch. I carefully take the remote from the arm and turn the channel to the Food Network, just to see if there’s any soup recipe I can cook for Harry.

I stare blankly at the screen, not really having any intention on communicating to anybody. What Harry says really matters to me, especially when we’ve talked about a future together. I don’t want to fuck anything up, and I’m starting to wonder if anything else I do bothers him this much.

“You know he’s just not feeling so well, right?” Louis asks me, taking the space next to me.

I shrug, taking a sip of my water.

“I guess” I mumble.

“He’s just been losing sleep and puking and just awful things”.

“I know” I say, taking another sip of my water as I kept my gaze directly at the screen.

“Are you still going to take care of him?” Louis asks, streching his arm out behind my head, supporting it on the couch.

“Of course. I’m going to make him some tea” I murmur, giving him a small smile.

Even though I am mad at him, I can’t stop feeling bad for the fact he’s ill. He can barely sit up without falling down, and it crushes me knowing he was so weak and unwell.

As I make him tea, I take out two advils for his headachs while heating him up some soups. Waiting for it to be complete, I greet the boys a proper hello as they all tackle me in hugs. I laugh, feeling genuinely happy for the first time since my arrival.

“Y/n! We’ve missed you so much, it’s like we’re missing our sixth member!” Liam says enthusiastically 

“Awe guys! I’ve missed you!”

They all laugh, giving me an extra squeeze before letting me take care of Harry. I organize the meal nicely on a tray, hoping Harry will talk to me. I don’t want to regret coming here for him, because I’m starting to think I am. 

I walk carefully to his bed, hoping that he will apologize once he sees me, or at least accept what I’ve made him. 

I quietly slide the door open, looking to the bottom left bunk to check up on Harry. Harry is swallowed in blankets, typing away on the keyboard of his phone. He let out a couple of coughs and sneezes while I try to figure out what to say to him.

I don’t want him to ignore me, that’s the last thing I want. After six months without him with me, I want him to show he missed me as much as I missed him. But deep down, I know it wasn’t going to be like that, no matter how much I want it to.

“I uh—I made you tea and some soup and got you some Advil” I mutter with caution.

Harry, however, stays silent as he keeps scrolling through his twitter feed, acting as if I’m not there. My heart feels like it’s being taken away from me, but I’m not giving up to try and get him to let me in.

“Do you want it?” I speak with shakiness.

The tapping on his screen is the only response I get. My eyes brim with tears again. I look down at the tray, wanting him to understand that I want to make him better. He’s all I cared about, and it breaks me knowing he’s blind from seeing that.

I sniffle, placing the tray on the little stand behind his bunk before I exit the room, sliding the door closed. I place my forehead against the door, breathing in deeply to compose myself.

Once I feel the tears start to go away, I turn around, ready to go to sleep. But Louis grabs my waist. I gasp, my hand touching my heart as I try to regain my breathing.

“You scared me, Louis.” I chuckle.

He looks down at me with so much concern, playing with my hair around his fingers. He frowns, looking down at his feet before looking up at me again.

“Y/n, I’m starting to feel like shit. I think I’m catching what Harry has. Can you take care of me?” he asked. 

My eyebrows crease inwards, confusion consuming the remains of my emotions.

“But you were fine ten minutes ago”.

Louis pouts again, placing hair behind my ear. He ducks his head to meet eye level with me, and his face is showing nothing but desperation.


I sigh, nodding my head as I slide open the door again, guiding Louis inside. I take a look at the tray I made Harry, which was left untouched. Of course it’s untouched. What was I suppose to expect?

“I guess you can have this since Harry didn’t eat it” I murmur, grabbing the tray behind Harry’s mattress and placing it on Louis’ lap.

“Thank you” he smiles, before slirping the soup with content.

“This is absolutely delicious, Y/n. Thank you.”

I smile at him, moving back and forth between my toes and heals as I look around the room. I don’t know what to do, because I don’t really believe Louis is sick, and I don’t want to make Harry mad. 

“Well, I’ll get going. Call me if y-“

“No” Louis whines, putting the tray behind his mattress.

He slides his body against the wall, leaving just enough room for me to fit next to him.

“Can you sleep with me? I don’t want to be alone in this state.”

In moments like this, Harry would start screaming if I had even touched one of the boys’ beds. But now, he’s just staring blankly at Louis, not moving a muscle. I guess if Harry doesn’t care if I put Louis to sleep, I shouldn’t, either.

“Sure” I sigh.

Once I slide into the bunk, Louis instinctively wraps his arms around my waist. His chin nuzzles into my neck, his cheek laying ontop of mine as he smiles contently. I let out a yawn, the time difference starting to get the best of me. Whenever I took care of Harry, I always played with his hair before he fell asleep. He said it’s the most relaxing thing, especially when he’s sick. So I lift my arm up and started to play with Louis’ hair. Twisting it and pulling it around my fingers gently.

“Hmmm” Louis sighs, his body relaxing around mine.

In a matter of minutes, I hear Louis snore quietly. I sigh, pealing myself off of Louis as I got out of bed. I rub my eyes, letting out a quiet yawn as I check up on Harry. He’s staring emotionless at me, almost like he’s staring right through me. I scoff at him, placing the semi-warm tea on the nightstand behind him again, making sure I’m quiet so I don’t wake Louis up.

“It’s still warm.” I growl before exiting the room.

The rest of the boys give me a hug and kiss goodnight before I make it to the living area of the bus. I make sure the bunk room door is closed and the driver curtain is closed before I start to change into pajamas. I swiftly flick off the light before I cuddle into the couch, wrapping a small comforter half my size around myself. 

“This isn’t even” I groan, lifting the comforter off my body.

I growl at the situation. Cold and uncomfortable, I start turning endlessly across the couch, trying hard to find a comfortable position. After putting my arm underneath my head, I start feeling content enough to slowly drift off to sleep. Before my body is fully asleep, right when I’m about to slumber, two strong arms wrap around me, lifting me up from the couch.

I groan, opening my eyes to see a tired, unreadable Harry. I want to punch him in the chest in order for him to let me go, but I’m half asleep, and his body is so warm, I can’t do anything besides cuddle into him more.

He slowly brings me into his bunk with him, sliding the curtains shut before pulling me into his body. He puts the comforters up to our chins, making me warm up within seconds.

“I haven’t gotten sleep” he mumbles, holding me closer into him, as if it’s even possible to hold me closer than he is now, “and I think I know why”.

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I can't believe there's not a Actor AU fic rec yet ! Everyone need this in their life 🙈 Have you by any chance read some? xxx

I can’t believe neither !! Thanks for asking !

- The Brightest Lights  : After watching yet another actor walk away with his Oscar, Louis is on the lookout for the role of a lifetime that might finally   get him the one thing he has always wanted. He didn’t think coming out of his self-proclaimed break to do another film would be all that difficult, but that was before he met his new co-star. (70k)

- sweet, where you lay  : Louis Tomlinson is a twenty-eight year old succesful actor living in New York. Harry Styles is a twenty year old up and coming model and coincidentally also the one who turns Louis’ world completely upside down.or, Louis is Zachary Quinto and Harry is Miles McMillan. Falling in love was always in the cards for them. (27k)

- Rise up like the sun  : “I wasn’t taking a sneaky pic.” Louis blurted out, the guy stood at one of the urinals taking a piss. “You were.” The guy answered coolly. “I would’ve taken a pic with you if you’d just asked.” “No I didn’t want a pic with you.” The guy turned his head, quirking his eyebrow sardonically. “No you’re far too cool for that, you just wanted to violate my privacy.” (…) (34k)

- shine  : Louis is an actor who needs to get away from the real world. He does the only thing that he can and runs away, finding himself in a small town where he happens upon Harry. What Louis doesn’t expect is to somehow fall in love and end up having to face what he was running from all along.  (40k)

- Harry Wants The D (List)  : Louis is a D-List celebrity looking to make his big break. Harry is a socialite looking to clean up his image. They come to a mutually beneficial arrangement. (11k)

- And this old world is a new world  : Louis works in a little coffee shop although he hates coffee but what can you do when you’re pretty much living day by day trying to ignore that dream of yours you’re too scared to pursue. And then Harry enters the scene, or more precisely the coffee shop. He’s beautiful and kind and funny and also famous and not in town for very, very long. But that doesn’t keep Louis from maybe falling for him a bit and his friends from randomly inviting him along to go golfing. (44k)

- Play Me Like One of Your French Girls  : Louis is Hollywood’s ‘Bad Boy and Sometimes Darling’, and Harry is the clumsy, endearingly attractive part-time cellist whose cello gets upgraded to the seat next to his on the plane. They fall in love.Also featuring R&B Superstar Zayn Malik, Olympic Gold Medalist Liam Payne, and Masterchef Niall Horan. (26k)

- walk my days on a wire : Harry hums, staring at his hands in his lap, and Louis can still feel their smoothness, how solid they were in between his own. “Do you think it’s the same for us? Are we here only because of the likeliness of our jobs? Of our lives?” “We’re here because we have inventive managers,” Louis says, giving Harry’s leg a little nudge with his knee, but all that’s going around in his head is, I think I’d be in the same spot in every possible universe.  or, when actor Louis Tomlinson used to daydream about dating Harry Styles, this is not what he had in mind. (38k)

- Off The Record : Louis is an out of control teen heartthrob, Harry is hired to get him back on track and they both hate each other while they secretly don’t. (90k)

- Whirlwind  : AU. Acclaimed actor, Hollywood heartthrob, and Oscar nominee, Harry Styles, seems to have the world at his feet, but seeks out an old friend when he needs a date for his big night. (21k)

- 90 Day Return        : It was all supposed to be mutual promo. That’s it. A boyfriend for the winter - Louis can do this. (15k)

- if i had the chance, the things i would do to you  : (Or: AU where Harry and Louis compete in the Lip Sync Battle) (14k)

- I’ve Been Wandering Round (But I Still Come Back to You)  : “Harry had always been beautiful, but lately he’d blossomed into this tall, sexy, man and Louis was having trouble dealing with it. And so, it seemed, were his hormones.” OR The one where Louis and Harry are best friends and co-stars on a popular television series and Louis inconveniently discovers he’s in love with him in the middle of a press tour. (27k)

- come on jump out at me  : Or, the one where actor louis tomlinson and one direction superstar harry styles try to fake a sex tape to help harry get out of the closet and they both get more than they bargained for. (28k)

- Tease  : AU. Louis Tomlinson, actor and movie star, is wildly in love with his boyfriend, supermodel Harry Styles. Their relationship is lovely and unlike any Louis has ever had before, which makes the surprise of Harry’s newest interest that much more intriguing. (12k)

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Louis knows about beauty; the combination of qualities that pleases the aesthetic senses. He creates that combination every day in the garments he designs while studying fashion at uni. The cut of the design, the color of the fabric, the intricacy of the stitching; it all comes together to create something beautiful. When the science student with the long legs and dimpled smile agrees to model for him, Louis decides he’s found beauty personified. Harry just thinks Louis needs someone to show him how beautiful he is.the one where Louis’ pretty sure he’s already loved and lost his soulmate, and then he meets Harry.Harry’s a frat boy who is head over heels for Louis and Louis wants nothing to do with him.Louis, to his horror, attends an elitist university in which the name Zayn Malik means something, Niall Horan doesn’t stop talking, there are pianos everywhere, and Harry Styles, only son of a drug-addled, clinically insane ex-rocker, has a perfect smile and empty eyes.Monica: You’ve got to see her again.
Ross: And why do you care so much?
Monica: Because! You could get to live out my fantasy!
Ross: You had fantasies about Emily?
Monica: No! Y’know, the fantasy! Meet someone from a strange land, fall madly in love, and spend the rest of your lives together.

The one where Harry Styles moves to Connecticut from England for nine months as a part of a study abroad program, and he just so happens to move in with Louis Tomlinson and family.Louis is an architecture student who can only think about the future. Harry is a baseball player who can only think about right now. Both are lonely for different reasons. Boybands bring them together.
Or, this may just be a long love letter to Louis’ voice, I’m not sure.
Based on the following prompt: Harry and Louis are university students who go to the same bar on the weekends. The bar has karaoke and Louis likes to sing Disney/Musical/Boyband songs sometimes. Harry thinks he’s cute so he starts singing Disney/Musical/Boyband songs and flirting with him while he’s on stage.Few can handle Louis Tomlinson on the dance floor, much less match him in skill and fervor. Louis has obviously met his soul mate; he just never expected him to be wearing a red snapback and to chew gum like an entitled Mercedes owner.
A spring break (kind of) fake relationship AULouis comes to university looking for a drama degree and a purpose in life. He gets significantly more than he bargained for.
He’s got a secret stash of weed under the floorboards, his grades are going to shit and his mates keep getting pissed. There are secret passageways in the wardrobes and he really needs to get Niall a girlfriend. And most importantly, he can’t take his mind off the mysterious law student down the hall…Louis Tomlinson is a law student with a simple but effective four step plan: 1. Finish law school. 2. Get hired somewhere awesome. 3. Marry his best friend and boyfriend of two years, Harry. 4. Live happily ever after.
Harry Styles doesn’t know what he wants to do with his life, where he wants to go, who he wants to be, or if he even wants the college degree he’s almost completed. All he does know is who he’ll be with forever, as long as Louis wants to keep him around.
Or: the painfully realistic college au where everyone’s poor, lovesick, tired of school, terrified of the future, and still having the greatest times of their lives.“You’d better run, cause there’s no way you can hide from me.”
Harry and Louis are the two most popular boys at SDSU, but they don’t get along. At all. They belong to rival fraternities and they are constantly playing pranks and screwing with each other. Everyone can see that the school slut and the pretty boy would never be friends, but when alcohol and parties are thrown in the mix, things can change.The next second, Harry is firing back, “If I wanted to kill you I could have just poisoned your fajitas.”
Louis rolls his eyes. “Clever boy.”
Harry feels his skin start to prickle with irritation. The way Louis talks to him, so condescending… Like he’s smarter than Harry… Fuck that.
“I don’t have time for this,” Harry says. “Some of us have schoolwork to do. And jobs to get to. So if you’ll excuse me.”
Harry doesn’t wait for a reply before he pushes past Louis, hoisting his bag further up his shoulder and rushing towards the door. No, not rushing. That would imply Louis is chasing him out. He walks to the door hastily.
He’s not sure, but he thinks he hears Louis mutter “Fucking wanker” before the door to the flat clicks shut behind him.
…Or, the one where Harry and Louis are unlikely uni flatmates who definitely don’t like each other and definitely won’t fall in love (even if Liam and Niall think otherwise).Harry can’t believe it when Louis, the boy he’s always had a tempestuous rivalry with, asks him to be his boyfriend. Well, pose as his boyfriend, that is—for a new television game show in which young couples are quizzed on how well they know each other for a jackpot of thirty grand.
Reluctantly, Harry agrees—because he’s got student loans to pay off, hasn’t he? What’s the harm? And he can totally deal with keeping his secret thing for Louis under wraps too. This is all just to win some money. It’s fine. No big deal. What could possibly go wrong?
Well, everything. Obviously.Louis is a film student, Harry is a musician, and shooting a music video doesn’t help on the path of trying not to fall in love.Everybody knows that Louis has never been one for serious boyfriends. His reputation around campus precedes him, which is why he doesn’t think twice before proudly telling his mother about his new and completely fabricated relationship with his oddly quiet and completely gorgeous new roommate Harry to shut her up about his lack of commitment. It’s the perfect lie; a flawless plan, or at least it was until Louis’ ordered to bring his fabulous new boyfriend home.louis tomlinson is awful. harry is just as difficult, and they’re both terrible to each other. it makes being in the same acapella group together quite complicated.

Uni AU, in which Harry is a part-time yoga instructor with rock hard nipples and skin-tight leggings, and Louis most definitely isn’t charmed.

After a seemingly meaningless one night stand, Louis accepts that he’ll never see Harry Styles again. The plan goes to shit when Harry ends up on his cheer team.
Basically, Louis’s cheer captain, and Harry doesn’t end up on the bleachers.Louis doesn’t do relationships. He’s been there, done it, got the scars to prove it. Never letting anyone too close, Louis can be head over heels for someone for one night but when morning comes, he will be out of the door, no feelings and no regrets.
Harry always gives too much, trusts too easily, falls too quickly. Even when he gets nothing in return.
Forced to attend University, Harry bumps into his sister’s roommate and another time, another day Harry would have been a goner the very second he’d laid eyes on Louis. But he’s already got the perfect boyfriend and Louis is the complete opposite of perfect.
Louis isn’t someone who Harry thought he could ever be with, and Louis never thought he’d break his rules for anyone.
Sometimes being wrong isn’t so bad after all.The Uni AU where Louis helps Harry figure out his sexuality, Niall crashes a bachelorette party, Liam works in a printing centre, and Zayn happens to need lots of printing done.It’s been over a year since Louis broke up with Harry and Harry still believes in forever. And maybe the world does, too.Tumblr!AU.
Louis is an insecure mess and he hides behind his blog. Harry’s a boy with a personality too bright and he’s everything Louis thought he would hate. They end up falling in love.Harry’s just finished his first year of uni on his way to becoming Dr. Harry Styles, Neurosurgeon. He’s young, he has endless potential, three amazing best mates, a new love and the world at his fingertips. The fact that his new boyfriend may or may not be a sex-worker, of course, throws a wrench into the works. But it’s not true. Really.
It most definitely might not be entirely true. And that’s all Harry needs to know.The instructions were simple: seduce and destroy Harry Styles. Not once did they discuss the option of Louis actually falling in love. So, naturally, that’s exactly what he did.Uni AU. Harry had turned up at the halls of residence expecting fun, new friends, and maybe a life experience or two. What he doesn’t expect is a surprise roommate who’s loud and dramatic and obsessed with tea and is maybe, actually, all he’s ever wanted.American Uni AU. Harry Styles is a frat boy football star from the wealthy Styles Family athletic dynasty. A celebrity among football fans, he knows how to play, he knows how to party, and he knows how to fuck (all of which is well known among his legion of admirers).
Louis Tomlinson is a student and an athlete, but his similarities to Harry end there. Intelligent, focused, independent, and completely uninterested in Harry’s charms, Louis is an anomaly in a world ruled by football.
A bet about the pair, who might be more similar than they originally thought, brings them together. Shakespeare, ballet, Disney, football, library chats, running, accidental spooning, Daredevil and Domino’s Pizza all blend into one big friendship Frappucino, but who will win in the end?
Harry Styles - “Sign of the Times”

Let’s just ignore the fact that this has clearly been in my drafts since April… Enjoy!

You had told Harry you didn’t want to hear his new music until it was finished, that you wanted to experience it just as everyone else did, completed and done to his exact liking. And he did just as you asked. He told you the first single was finished, ready to go out into the world. 

“Wanna listen?” He asked one evening, a small smile on his face. “The world hears it nex’ week, maybe you wanna hear it now?” So with a smile you agreed and listened to ‘Sign of the Times’ for the first time. 

“Harry!” You gasped as soon as it was over, your hands over your mouth. The entire time your heart was racing, your hands shaking a bit as you took in every single word, every note, every single sound that played and were instantly in love with it. “That was so… wow.. I… “ You were at a loss for words but Harry’s grin said he was happy you liked it. 

Once it was released on itunes, you bought it and from that second on it was all that you played and listened to. In the car, in the shower, while working on the computer, doing the dishes. Non-stop. 

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The polls are in, and ROYAL AU came out ahead! As you voted for, here is a special Royal Fic Rec! Also, keep a lookout for the next poll I may do within a week or so!!

Royal Harry

1. Affairs Of Royalty by wubwubnparmaham

Words: 68k
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“Shh! Do you smell that?” Niall asked suddenly, Louis shutting up to taste the air. “That’s stronger than I remem—”

“—Holy shit,” Louis breathed, almost getting high from the pheromones that were evidently walking down the hallway.

“I’m not ready,” Niall whined.

The Omegas sunk down into their chairs in trepidation, and they simultaneously noticed there was definitely more than one Alpha nearing the room, but before they could even mention it, the Alphas strode into the class and practically stole both of their souls.


Being a senior in high school is hard enough.
Being one of the only two Omegas in a fully human high school is even worse.
Add two secretly royal Alphas from England into the mix…and it’s impossible. 

2. Like a Bullet in the Dark by Vurdoc

Words: 99k
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Prince Harold Edward Styles Lancaster is second in line to the throne of Great Britain. He is also your average Uni student- or he tries to be, anyway.

With a promise from the press (and his father) that they’ll leave him alone for four years, he sets out to be a student at Cambridge, when he meets his very normal, very working class, very handsome suite-mate, Louis Tomlinson.

Louis makes Harry feel more like a person than he ever has before, which might cause some issues later on- ‘cause Harry has a secret that he’s only told his sister Gemma about.

Little does he know though, that Louis has some secrets of his own.

A Will & Kate Au- with a twist.

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woo its the end of august and ya gurl is comin at you with more fics !!! this isn’t themed, its just a compilation of fics i read over the past month lol hope yall enjoy :)

here is my july fic rec !

anyways here we go !!!!!!

i. bloodline

explicit | 177k | h&l, ziam

louis doesn’t know how to feel when his best friend, liam, finds out about a brother that he never knew, who was placed for adoption before he was born and is bursting into his life at twenty-four years old.

louis is very wary of the man who might replace him. he has always thought of liam as his own brother.

what if liam doesn’t need him anymore? what if there’s no room for louis? after all, blood runs thicker than water.

louis doesn’t like liam’s new brother and he doesn’t even know him. that’s irrelevant, though.

he doesn’t like him. he doesn’t trust him. he doesn’t want him hanging around. he doesn’t want anything to do with him.

that is, until he meets him.

ii. it goes, its golden

explicit | 150k | h&l, cara x kendall, niall x normani

the chaos zayn left in his wake wouldn’t feel so disastrous if harry had louis. but everything between them crashed and burned a long time ago. all harry is left with is a hopeless longing and a fear that the band’s current disarray will set in for good.

… and then he finds himself stuck on a sixteen hour plane trip with louis tomlinson.

this could either be the most awkward flight of harry’s life, or the beginning of an atonement he’s been dreaming of since 2013.

canon compliant au in which harry and louis broke under the strain of it all and now, years on, there’s a chance to put all the pieces back together. set in early april 2015 all the way through to october. written in harry and louis’ perspectives, alternating every chapter.

iii. remind me again

explicit | 28k | h&l, liam x oc

he loves it when they do this, when they find comfort in each other like this, so close, soft and sweet. they have never really talked about it beyond “oh so that’s a thing we do now” all those years ago, but it’s also something they have silently agreed not to share with their friends. this is just for them, just like the way they sometimes fall asleep in each other’s beds, pressed closed under the covers, or how they love to cook each other dinner and light candles all over the flat. they have lived together since they were teenagers and over the years they have settled into each other in ways that the other boys just wouldn’t understand.

the romantic platonic friends to lovers au where they are forced to speak about everything that has always been unspoken.

iv. battle cry

not rated | 21k | h&l

harry’s got a heart, a soul, and a band. and with that, obviously, comes a future paved in great success, right? so all he has to do is win the battle of the bands, right? simple.

what’s not so simple is the fact that louis tomlinson is his biggest competition. and also happens to be made of everything that harry’s ever wanted.

no… that’s not simple at all.

v. through struggles, to the stars

explicit | 80k | h&l

louis is a starfleet captain trying to find his place in the universe. harry is a prince just trying to do what’s right.

a star trek-inspired au.

vi. we’ll be seamless

explicit | 52k | h&l

green reblogged an old photo of himself. it was from back in october, a halloween special. a pulse shot all the way through louis because this photo was his absolute favourite, and it had taken the rest of the year for him to wean himself off of it.

green was on his knees, arms stretched out in front of him with his fingertips digging into the surface of his bed. he was wearing a pair of cat ears on his head, his curls falling forward. his back was arched, and in the foreground of the picture, green’s bum was high in the air, a long, black cat tail sitting neatly between his cheeks.

louis spends all his spare time scrolling arty nude blogs on tumblr but amongst them all, green is his favourite.

vii. pray for some sweet simplicity

explicit | 237k | h&l, ziam

louis is the only omega to ever make it in the cut-throat world of competitive motorcycle racing—that is, he would be if anyone actually knew about his identity. now, his sights are set towards competing in—and winning—the european grand prix, the biggest and most difficult race of the entire year, so he can disappear underground for good. he’s close enough, too, until an alpha sports journalist is assigned to follow louis’s every move as he prepares for the event of his career.

or, an au where motorcycle racing is the biggest sport in a heavily divided world, louis is trying to take control of his own destiny, and harry is in for more than he bargained for.

viii. under me, you

mature | 12k | h&l

you won’t believe who was spotted leaving harry styles’ primrose hill pad!

if harry was being completely honest, it probably wasn’t the best idea to be a world-renowned popstar and an infamous vigilante.

(especially when all the comic books said never reveal your secret identity to keep your loved ones safe – which was all well and good, until louis.)

or: harry wants a lot of things – fame, glory, louis – but that last one is particularly hard to get when everyone thinks you’re dating your secret superhero alter-ego and suddenly you’ve become your own worst cockblock.

ix. kiss me on the mouth (and set me free)

mature | 47k | h&l, ziam, zayn x gigi

harry, being his endlessly patient self, asks with a wry smile, “and who am i going to spontaneously marry for financial aid?”

he clearly intends for it to be a rhetorical question, for it to shoot down louis’ ridiculous marriage idea. but louis answers easily, “me. you’ll marry me.“

 aka the not-so fake marriage AU in which harry and louis get married to keep harry from dropping out of uni (and if they discover that they’re in love along the way, well, that’s neither here nor there).

x. if i had the chance, the things i would do to you

explicit | 14k | h&l

niall sighs. he leans forward, pushing his mug of tea carefully to the side, before bracing his elbows on the table, chin in his hands. it makes him look like some sort of bottle-blonde cherub. "you have quite the fanbase, harry. i’m not denying that. and you’ve done a good job of popping out every once in a while in the past two years, just to make sure you’re still talked about. but that’s all you’ve done, and i’m not satisfied. i want more.” he blinks at harry. “don’t you want more?”

(or: au where harry and louis compete in the lip sync battle)

i hope u like these and i’ll be back next month !

anonymous asked:

what's your favorite trope? and could you rec fics from it?

OOOOOH. I think I have a very soft spot for famous!AU. Like when famous!Louis has a crush for famous!Harry and they start interacting (special kuddos if it’s on Twitter or IG) and then they meet and … Well.  I think it’s my fav

- let me make a thing of cream and stars : It doesn’t explain why he’s lying on the floor, with Harry Styles, of all people, planking on top of him.As in, seventeenth most influential person in London, pop-star-turned-rock-star Harry Styles. The same Harry Styles who has had countless model girlfriends, left, right and centre. Also  the same Harry Styles who has been the subject of Louis’ wet dreams since he was about eighteen.(Or: Louis is a Radio 1 DJ and Harry is a pop-star he interviews.)

- Amazing Sin :  Gears started turning in Louis’ head. Purely mischievous gears that had Louis formulating a revenge plan against Taylor. He’d had enough of sitting around and taking it. If she was going to call him a whore, then fine, he’ll act like one for real. “I’m going to say something, and as my friends you are obligated to love me anyway.”  “This can’t be good,” Niall said, Zayn just groaned.  “So I know we have this strict ‘no lashing back at Taylor’ rule with me, but what if I can get press revenge a different way?” Louis asked. He wasn’t expecting an answer, because they knew by now to just go with it. “What if I stole her boyfriend?”Or, the story of Louis ‘Steal Your Man’ Tomlinson.

- Play Me Like One of Your French Girls : Louis is Hollywood’s ‘Bad Boy and Sometimes Darling’, and Harry is the clumsy, endearingly attractive part-time cellist whose cello gets upgraded to the seat next to his on the plane. They fall in love.Also featuring R&B Superstar Zayn Malik, Olympic Gold Medalist Liam Payne, and Masterchef Niall Horan.

- Just For Me: Harry is a supermodel with a fake boyfriend. Louis is the captain and star forward of Manchester United with a fake girlfriend. They should have no problem having a completely platonic lunch between friends.(They do.)

- Three French Hems: In which Louis is a designer at Burberry and Harry spends December wearing Lanvin… and Lanvin… and Lanvin.

- so grab your passport and my hand: The one in which Louis plays football and Harry sings a lot, and somehow that means they’re meant to be. They’ll figure it out soon enough.

- Foolishly Completely Falling : Louis is ¼ of the infamous boy band One Direction and has had a crush on the Prince of Wales for ages. Prince Harry is gay and out and when he spills on a tv show about finding a certain Louis fit, their paths cross and everything turns into a tumult of emotions and anxiety, and the complications when you just want to show the world who you love.

- walk my days on a wireHarry hums, staring at his hands in his lap, and Louis can still feel their smoothness, how solid they were in between his own. “Do you think it’s the same for us? Are we here only because of the likeliness of our jobs? Of our lives?”
“We’re here because we have inventive managers,” Louis says, giving Harry’s leg a little nudge with his knee, but all that’s going around in his head is, I think I’d be in the same spot in every possible universe.  or, when actor Louis Tomlinson used to daydream about dating Harry Styles, this is not what he had in mind.

- but me, i’m not a gamble : A Posh & Becks AU in which Harry is a star on the stage and Louis is a star on the pitch, but they’re both inexplicably terrible at articulating their feelings. In the end, it only takes a season’s worth of failed matchmaking schemes, platonic dinner dates, road trip holidays, and one very convenient David Beckham cameo for them to figure it all out. And if Niall knew all along? Well, he at least has the decency not to be too smug about it.

- sweet, where you lay: Louis Tomlinson is a twenty-eight year old succesful actor living in New York. Harry Styles is a twenty year old up and coming model and coincidentally also the one who turns Louis’ world completely upside down.or, Louis is Zachary Quinto and Harry is Miles McMillan. Falling in love was always in the cards for them.

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take my hand (and my heart and soul) by bananasandboots 45k 

Harry feels nauseous when he opens his mouth. “Hey. Um, hi. It’s me,” he mumbles before realizing with a jolt that Louis might not have his number anymore. “It’s Harry… Styles,” he tacks on, screwing his eyes shut and pinching the bridge of his nose. This was a terrible idea.
There’s silence on the other end for a long time. Harry understands. He shouldn’t have called. He tries not to let the static swallow him whole.
“I – yeah. Hi,” Louis finally answers, slowly, awkwardly. “I um. Sorry. I heard about your accident. You’re alright?”

Or, the one where Harry hasn’t spoken to his best friend in sixteen months and can’t remember why.

Bring Your Body Baby (I Could Bring You Fame) by theboyfriendstagram 84k

Eighteen year old Harry Styles just graduated high school and landed a summer job as a waterboy for his favorite football team. His job description is simple: be ready to hand water and towels to players if needed. That didn’t seem to include Louis Tomlinson though, a twenty-three year old, recently transferred Paris Saint-German player, who seems to like making Harry’s job much more difficult than it has to be.


A self-indulgent AU that takes place over the summer of 2015. 18 year old Harry hates pining after people he can’t have, and 23 year old footballer Louis loves flirting with people even though it never means anything.

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The little checkmark next to Zayn’s name remains just as pale and un-checked as it has since September when Niall’d sent him ‘Eid mubarak mate! how ya been keepin ?’.

He knows Zayn’s probably just changed numbers and forgotten to email him the new one. Or left his phone down the sofa cushion all - three months. Or maybe he saw it and forgot to reply or - the point is, there could be loads of reasons he hasn’t texted back.

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Drunk (h.s.)

You heard him before you could see him. You heard His feet stomping against the floor trying to not make too much noise, but at the same time trying to keep balance. You heard him fumbling with the keys, trying to put the right one in the hole, and cursing everytime he didn’t get it right. You heard him finally opening the door, his deep breathes interrupted by hiccups ever few seconds.

You shook your head hoping it wasn’t one of those nights. Hoping maybe he came home at 3am because he went to get a late snack, or his car broke down, or maybe just maybe he did have a lot of work to do at the office. He couldn’t see you yet, and you could only make out his shadow as he fumbled to take off his shoes in the dark.

You wondered why you did this? Why you stay up to wait for him, when you know You’ll just be disappointed. You shake your head at your foolishness. If it hasn’t changed for weeks Why did you think it would change now? You were about to get up from the couch and run back upstairs before he could see you, but then the room lit up. You cursed under your breath when you could feel his eyes on you.

“Y/N?” He asked confused. You turned to face him and your eyes could see his bloodshot ones from a mile away.

“What are you doing awake?” Harry said slurring his words.

“I could ask you the same question.” You snap back.

“I was just-” He tried to answer you before you cut him off.

“Drinking again?” You said.

“Don’t be upset Y/N” he frowns while trying to walk straight towards you, tripping over his own feet.

“No” You said as you put your hand between you and him. “I don’t want to be near you when your wasted like this Harry.” He takes your hand that’s up to his chest and brings it to his lips

“I’m sorry Babeee” he slurs his words yet again “It won’t happen again.” You scoff.

“Yeah sure, just like how you promised yesterday, or the day before that, even weeks.” You said disappointed.

“I didn’t even have that much to drink” he lies as he hiccups.

You shake your head needing space from him to think about how to deal with all this as you turn to head upstairs.

“ Okay! Wait I’m sorry Baby.” He never calls you baby only babe making you wonder how much he really had to drink. He takes your hand again and turns you to face him. You really wanted to get away from him, you never liked him this drunk.

He leaned his lips next to your ear and whispers “let me make it up to you.” As he slowly kisses your cheek, and pushes you against the wall. You usually would enjoy this but the fact that you can smell the alcohol on his breath made you turn your cheek.

“You can’t just kiss me and except everything to be ok, Harry” You tell him. He lets out a frustrated sigh and brings one hand to his hair as he bangs his other one on the wall behind you, shaking it, causing you to jump.

“Shit” he says to himself. You knew he was having thoughts running through his mind, but you needed to know what they were.

“Why are you doing this Harry?” You say with a shaky voice. Not wanting to know the answer if it was about you, but you needed to know the truth.

“Is it me? Do you not want to be with me anymore?” Harrys head flew up and his eyes connected with yours immediately. “Is our relationship making you unhappy?” You say trying to hold back the tears, as Harry shakes his head repeatly.

“Y/N…” Harry tries to interrupt you but you just continue

“Is there another person you’re seeing?” Your voice cracked. “Is that why you’re coming home late and getting drunk?” You close your eyes trying to hold yourself together, But it just let the tears fall down your cheek. As you asked the last question, out of all of them that would be the worse.

“Y/N Stop!” Harry tells you as you tried to hold back your tears but couldn’t anymore. “Please don’t ever say that.” He says looking at your tear streamed face, making his heart break.

“Why would you ever think that?” He frowns as he wipes the tears falling down your face.

“You’ve be-been so distant lately and coming home late, and drinking your life away. Like you don’t want to be here. Like you don’t want to be with m-me” you say sniffling.

“Y/N, I love you why would I ever want to not be with you?” He steps even closer to you looking you straight in the eye.

“How do I even know your saying the truth, when you’re pissed drunk,” Harry placed both his hands on your shoulders forcing you to look at him as he stares into your watery eyes

“ Don’t you ever for one second, second guess my love for you, I love you Y/N, no matter what. If I’m drunk or sober, it’s the truth. I love you with all my fucking heart, my whole entire being. And I’m sorry that if you ever felt for just a millisecond that I don’t care about you. Because that’s farthest from the truth. And I’m sorry I’ve been acting this way, I’m a complete idiot for making you feel unloved and not special because you are a princess in my eyes, and I know I should treat you like one.”

You had more tears running down your face but not from sadness but out of joy,relief, happiness. But before you could say anything. Harry wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into a hug that made you feel like the safest place on earth.

“I’m so so sorry Y/N, I didn’t mean to make you feel any less loved, it’s just at work, people this month have been getting laid off left and right and everyones saying my sections next, and there’s only a few people in our department, me included. So I’ve been stressed with that, scared I’m gonna loose my job, so I applied to other places just as back ups. I want to provide for you and us and I was stressed and scared I didn’t want to tell you. So I resulted to drinking and staying out late, which I know isn’t the answer. I’m just so sorry.” Harry finishes.

You try to calm your breathing while you were still wrapped in Harrys arms, getting his shirt all wet with your tears. “Why didn’t you just tell me?” You ask.

“I didn’t want to worry you unless it was for sure.” You sigh and nod your head in understanding.

“Okay, but you have to stop getting drunk every night Harry, it isn’t healthy for you & definitely won’t solve your problems.”

“I know, I know I’ve just been a complete jerk putting you through this.” You look down to the floor remembering all the nights and mornings caring for Harry after he had a hangover and got sick.

“I should of handled the situation better, I screwed up and I’m so sorry.” Harry tells you never breaking eye contact. “Could you forgive me?” He searches your face to find an answer.

You thought for awhile and then nodded. Harry sighs in relief as he brings his hand up to your cheek.

“And your the only one that has my heart Y/N.” He leans closer to your face, you could feel his breath tingling my lips. “Forever & always.”

Before you could even tell him how much you loved him too, he closes the gap between your lips. Slowly kissing you as he rubbed his thumb against your cheek. Before anything could go further you pulled away, and confusion was etched on Harry’s face.

“I just wanted to tell you that I love you too. And we can get through this no matter what happens ok?” You said taking his hand in yours showing him your not going anywhere. He smiles and nods at the beautiful woman he can call his.

And then your lips were on each others once more, but this time because you kissed him.

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Punk Series: #16 Sexual Encounters

Okay, so I need to make a little author’s note before this. Read it or not but some parts are more smutty than others because I didn’t want it all to be like exactly alike and also bc it was spilt half and half for smut and no smut so I went somewhere in between. Also, if you don’t like smut, you don’t really need to read this just know that they had sex together lol. So this part takes place not very long after the last part fyi.

Louis: “This is unbelievable.” You muttered, flopping down on the bed next to a shirtless Louis. Louis smiled as he continued flipping through channels. He could almost sense your frustration as he stood up, going over to the air conditioner. He checked it to try and get it to actually work, and by checking it, all he actually did was kick the side of it, causing it to sputter before it stopped completely. “Louis!"  A wide-eyed Louis turned to face you, obviously not expecting that to happen. A wild grin appeared on his face and you could tell that he was up to something as he moved to lie next to you again. "I guess,” His voice was teasing and the smirk wouldn’t leave his face as he continued. “Since I broke the ac, you’ll just have to take off some clothes to beat the heat.” A blushed rushed to your face when you realized that Louis was being completely serious. “C'mon,” He spoke up again. “It’s fucking hot, you’re fucking beautiful so it’s not like you have to be shy, and it’s not like you’ll be exposed alone.” He gestured to his shirtless torso. You debated between boiling to death or being half naked between your boyfriend, in the end the heat clouded your judgment, practically forcing you to comply. “Turn ‘round.” Louis huffed before you pulled your shirt over your house, immediately pulling the blanket up to cover your chest. “Okay, you can turn around now.” He seemed to turn around instantly, excited to look at you but he was visibly disappointed when he noticed that you were, once again, covered by the blanket. “Doesn’t that defeat the purpose, baby?” He reached forward, fisting the blanket as he pulled it off. “You’re beautiful, baby. No need to hide from me.” Louis shifted so that he was hovering over you. His eyes scanned over your chest unabashedly. In an attempt to distract him from your black bra, you tangled your fingers in his hair, pushing his lips against you. His hands wandered down, playing with the hem of your jean shorts. This is when reality hit you, you were half naked in front of your boyfriend, his fingers popping open the button on your jeans while he tried to push his tongue into your mouth. You released his hair, resting both your hands flat on his chest in an attempt to push him off of you and, luckily, he received that message. He reluctantly pulled away, slightly hesitant to know what you were going to say next. Louis slumped down next to you, practically refusing to look you in the eyes due to embarrassment. “Lou, I just. I wasn’t feeling that. I’m sorry.” He shrugged. “S'ok. Didn’t mean to make you feel like that.” “No, it’s not that I didn’t like it, Lou.” This caused Louis to perk up a bit, curious as to what you meant. “I don’t want my first time to be rushed and rough where it feels like you’re trying to shove your tongue down my throat. I’d love to have my first time be with you but you need to slow things down a bit.” He nodded in understanding and it still amazing you that this timid, lovable boy was the same boy you first saw beating up some jock. “Can I make it up to you?” He spoke up, reaching over to thread his fingers through yours. “I promise that I’ll take it slower. I’ll be as gentle as possible…” You nodded your head, smiling as Louis rolled onto you once again, this time being a bit more cautious as he took his spot between your legs. His fingers slipped around your back, reaching for your bra clip and removing it with ease. Your cheeks lit up as he pulled the material down your arms, not wanting to waste any more time, his lips instantly meeting your nipple. His lips enclosed around it, his tongue circling the bud and smiling at when you moaned at his actions. After he gave your other breast the same treatment, he pulled away and leaned down to rest his forehead against yours. “You sure you wanna do this? I just don’t want you to regret this tomorrow…” You quickly shook your head. “I want this, Louis. I want you.”

Liam: “Can’t we just go back to our room, Liam?” You asked as Liam swam closer to you, causing you to back into the concrete pool wall. Liam chuckled when you backed away but instantly snaked his arms around your waist to pull you closer to him. “Why would we go back in there? Cmon baby we’ve got the entire pool to ourselves. Think of how much fun we could be having in here.” You were slightly uncomfortable, not being really experienced in this area, the only things you did with Jake was kissing although he always tried to push you into doing more, knowing that you were uncomfortable with any more. You felt the tension leave your body as Liam pushed his lips down to yours. His hands slowly moved down and, if you weren’t paying so much attention to Liam’s every move, you could have missed it. Soon enough, his hands were resting on your butt, fondling it without any shame and you could even feel his lips twitch up into a smile as he did so. “This okay?” He mumbled against your lips and you could practically feel your heart leap because, despite the fact that you could feel him pressing against your inner thigh, he was still concerned about you. It’s almost like he was the exact opposite of Jake. Jake seemed like a nice, considerate boy who never did anything out of line while Liam seemed like the asshole who everyone would avoid because of fear that he’d corrupt them when in reality it was so far from true once you got to know them. “It’s good.” You finally answered. Liam’s smile seemed to grow as he attached his lips to yours once again and realization hit you that you were alone with him in the hotel pool, where anyone could walk in and see you. You broke away from kiss shyly. Liam sent you a confused look, obvoiusly wondering why you broke the kiss. “C-can we go back to our room now? I don’t really want anyone to see us like this…” You could practically feel your cheeks lite up and you looked down at the water. You soon felt Liam’s hands reach out to yours, complying to your request as he pulled you towards the stairs of the pool. As soon as he unlocked the room door, he pulled you onto the bed with him, not caring about your wet attire as you both flopped down. He couldn’t contain his chuckle as he noticed just how red your face was. “Baby girl,” He said, reaching his arms around your waist to pull you closer to him, the petname only causing you to blush more. “We don’t have to continue. We don’t have to do anything that you don’t want to do. I can wait.” Your eyes fluttered shut at his concern and, almost instinstively, you snuggled deeper into his bare chest. “I’m ready, Li.” Liam’s eyes almost popped out if his head. He instantly tilted your head so that he could look into your eyes. “Baby,” He whispered, pressing his forehead to yours. “I don’t want you to rush into anything. Don’t just say that you’re ready because you feel pressured or anything. Say it because you are ready.” “I am ready, Liam.” You couldn’t seem to shake away the nervousness since you were literally giving  yourself to him but you were positive that you wanted this. Liam turned your face to look at him, almost as if he wanted to look for any sign of doubt. “I swear, baby girl, you will be the death of me.” He muttered when he decided that you were being honest with him, leaning down to smash his lips against yours. Liam gripped on your hips, pulling you up so that you were straddling him. His lips continued to work against yours as his hand slipped down, shamelessly pulling at the ties on the side of your bikini bottoms. It was almost instinctively that you tried to hide yourself from his wandering eyes, but Liam reached for your hands, entwining your fingers so that you couldn’t hide from him. He finally broke the kiss when you were both despreat for air and Liam despreatly needed to take off your top. “Gorgeous,” He mumbled when he finally managed to untie your bikini top, releasing you hand to reach up and cup your breast. “You’re so beautiful, baby girl. It’s hard to believe that you’re actually mine. All fucking mine.”

Niall: “So, you’re telling me that you always keep a tent and sleeping bag in the back of your car?” You questioned Niall, sitting on the hood of his car as you watched him struggle with setting up the tent. You had offered to help him twice but he had hastily declined, claiming that 'it was his job to provide shelter for the night’. “Can never be too prepared,  y/n. And it looks like we’re putting it to use tonight anyways.” The sun was already setting and you were silently praying that he would have that tent set up before it became completely dark because you’d probably end up sleeping in his car while he tuffed it out in the tent. “Will you actually be finished any time soon, Niall? It’s getting a bit cold out.” You didn’t mean to sound like you were complaining, you were just concerned because this was your first time camping, not that you’d admit that to Niall. “I hope so, babe. I just gotta figure out what the hell this thing goes.” He help up a metal pole with a confused look on his face. 10 minutes later, you were practically falling asleep when Niall finally spoke up. “Done! All finished, baby.” He stood up to admire his work, then going to his trunk again, pulling out a sleeping bag and throwing the tent box back in there before he locked up the car. “I’ve only got one sleeping bag but it’s pretty big so if you cuddle up to me, we’ll be good.” Normally, you would blush at his comment but the air was cool and you cold feel the goosebumps on your arms. Right now, you wanted nothing more than to cuddle up to him and share his warmth. He quickly unzipped the tent and motioned for you to climb in. He followed suit and ajusted the sleeping bag around him and allowing you to curl up next to him. Niall was clearly exhausted, falling asleep almost instantly while you were lying there, overthinking every small sound that you heard outside the tent. You wrapped your arm around his torso, as if cuddling closer to Niall would protect you from what creatures lie outside. “You okay, baby?” Your rustling must have awoken him as he pulled you to lie on top of him. His fingers drew circles on the skin beneith the hem of your shirt. “’M good,” You replied, sort or happy that he was awake and you wouldn’t feel completely alone anymore. “I just can’t sleep, Ni.” He mumbled something in response, his words muffled by your hair but, before you had a chance to ask him, he spoke up again. “Maybe I can find a way to make you tired then?” You turned you head to see him and a smirk was evident on his face. “Oh yeah?” You challenged. Without replying, he pulled your head down to his and connecting your lips together perfectly. His lips collided with you, his tongue not even bothering to ask for permission to enter your mouth. “Baby,” He muttered against your lips, reluctantly pulling away to speak again. “We need to stop. I don’t–I don’t want to get too far ahead of myself and push you into something you don’t want to do.” He was slightly panting and his lips were a deep pink and swollen but you suspected that you were just the same. “What if it’s something I do want to do?” Your voice was low and you refused to meet his eyes, almost because of fear of rejection. “Baby, do you really want to do this? I mean, I know this is a big step for you and I don’t want you to think that I’m trying to rush you.” You couldn’t help but think how misunderstood Niall is because, although he may seems like a complete asshole, he does have a soft side–it just may take a while to find it. “You’re not forcing me to do anything, Niall. I want to do this. And, besides, you said you wanted to make me tired, yeah?” Niall’s face lit up with a smile and he unzipped the sleeping bag to allow you both more room. “God, I fucking love you so much, y/n. So fucking much.”

Zayn: “Shhh,” Zayn chuckled as you whined when he flipped the channel to football. “You’ve been watching Criminal Minds all day. At this point, I’m convinced you could sucessfully murder me and no one would ever find my body.” You quickly wacked his arm playfully. “Shut up, Zayn.” You pouted. “I just wanna check the score and then you can watch Reed again.” You quieted down and shifted in bed, it was kinda cold in small room but you were also in one of Zayn’s flannels and a tiny pair of shorts. You didn’t actually think it would be this cold out so you didn’t bring any warm pajama pants with you but you were thankful when Zayn let you borrow one of his long sleeved shirts. Moments later, he flipped back to Criminal Minds and wrapped his arm around your waist in order to pull him closer.  “Y'know,” He said, pressing a small kiss to the top of your head. “You look fucking amazing in my clothes.” Your cheeks heated up instantly. You weren’t exactly used to compliments, especially compliments from an overly attractive boy like Zayn who you somehow managed to snag as your boyfriend. You mumbled a quiet “thank you”, and tried to focus on Criminal Minds again. The episode was intresting but you couldn’t seem to tear you mind away from Zayn fingers as they played with the hem of your shorts. “Y/n, I think I missed something, what did Gracia say?” You were snapped away from your thoughts when you realized that you weren’t paying any attention to the show and you couldn’t give him an answer. You knew that he’d tease you if he knew that his fingers were distracting you but there was absolutely no way you could manage to get yourself out of this one. “I don’t–I don’t exactly know what she said…” Zayn raised his eyebrows, obviously catching on that he was the one distracting you. “What’s wrong, baby? Something else catching your attention?” “Shut up, Zayn. It’s not my fault that I can only think about your fingers at the moment.” For some reason, this managed to make Zayn’s face red and you couldn’t help but grin because it wasn’t often that Zayn blushed but it was even better that you were the one who managed to create that blush. Within seconds, Zayn seemed to snap out of it, shamelessly rolling on top of you. “Are you saying that you want my fingers.” Well, if your face wasn’t a deep red before, it definitely was now because you weren’t completely innocent but you were definitely shy when it came to sex. “Zayn…” “Just tell me yes or no, baby. I won’t push you if you say no but if you want my fingers you just need to tell me. You know I can’t say no to you.” You weighed your options and, in the end, your needs were too intense to ignore. “I do.” You didn’t want to speak too much, in fear that you’d manage to embarass yourself in some possible way. His fingers pulled down your shorts, not wanting to waste any more vaulable time, and he grinned when he saw your cupcake themed underwear. “Cute.” He muttered, bitting down on his lower lip as he looked up at you from between your legs. “Shut up, I didn’t expect anyone to see them otherwise I would have worn something sexier.” Zayn shook his head, pressing a gentle kiss to your inner thigh. “It suits you, baby girl. They’re perfect for you. You’re sure you’re ready for this?” He still needed reassurance and you couldn’t help but smile at how kind he is. You nodded, reaching down to thread your fingers through his hair before he managed to pull your panties down your legs. “Just you and me, right Zayn?” You asked and Zayn nodded, not being able to conceal the smile on his face. “You and me, y/n. Forever.”

Harry: You were both sitting on the fluffy hotel bed, cross-legged as you faced each other with your pizza and fries in front of you both,  Supernatural re-runs playing in the background. “This definitely counts as a romantic date.” Harry mumbled as he took another bite of pizza, ignoring the fact that he smeered sauce all over his mouth. “Oh yeah?” You giggled, stealing one of his curly fries off his plate despite the fact that you had barely touched your own, opting to share his since he was making no attempt to stop you. “I don’t think pizza and fries counts as a romantic date, Harry.” Harry playfully glared at you, pulling the hem of his shirt up to wipe the sause of his face and, normally, you would have scolded him for ruining his shirt but the playful look on his face and with the butterfly tattooed on his stomach in full view, the thought didn’t even seem to cross your mind. “Don’t think of it that way,” He said, reaching across to steal a peice of pepperoni off your slice of pizza and ignoring the glare you sent him as he continued. “Think of it as I whisked you away from your angry father and took you for an amazing day at the beach, ending the day at some fancy hotel with pizza and curly fries and your favorite show. All of that combined must make me a perfect boyfriend.” A smile appeared on his face and it was almost impossible for you to not reciprocate that smile. “Don’t get so cocky now, Styles.” You joked, “I mean, as much as I love pizza, I wouldn’t say this is exactly romantic.” “Hush.” He said, moving the plates to the side table next to him so that they were out of his way as he climbed over to you. You pouted when he took your food away, your bottom lip protruding and Harry couldn’t seem to help himself as he pressed his lips to yours. When you went to pull away from the kiss moments later, almost desperate for air, Harry’s teeth closed around your bottom lip, dragging it out then letting it snap back into place. “You took my food, you idiot.” You complained. You honestly couldn’t really care about the food anymore but you just wanted to rile him up a bit. “C'mon, isn’t this better the pizza?” “I don’t know,” You giggled. “Are you trying to make me choose between you and pizza?” Harry ignored your comment and pulled his shirt over his head. “You just don’t know when to shut up do ya, babe?” He chuckled, reaching up to push some hair behind your ears. You opened your mouth to reply but, instead, Harry connected his to yours, preventing you from speaking again. You planned on saying a smart remark but you decided that you would much rather kiss Harry. “Can I take your shirt off, baby? That way we can match.” The cheeky smile on his face seemed to be contagious and you leaned forward for him to tug off your shirt, your bra following it seconds later. “Harry.” You gasped as he had found your breast, skillfully rolling your nipples between his thumb and index finger. “I got you, baby. You’re safe with me; I’ll take care of you tonight.”

Preference #14 Cock Block


For the last couple days, Harry was living with you and Liam while his house was being renovated. You both didn’t mind having Harry around, but it was killing the sexual tension around the house with you and Liam. Your sex life had been expectantly cut short.  

“Liam, please,” you begged once again.

“It’s only for one more week, babe,” Liam reminded you, walking into the kitchen with him. “We can do whatever you want then.

“I know; I just miss doing certain things with you around the house,” you sighed, wrapping you arms around his neck. “Things like coming home and spending personal time with you or making breakfast in your t-shirts after what I would call a very eventful night,” you said below whisper.

“Y/N…” He softly warned. He tried not looking at you directly because he knew exactly what you were trying to do.

“Or lazy Saturdays in bed with me asleep on your chest or me screaming your name any where in the house because of how good you make me feel when you fuck me,” you moaned with a hot breathe against his neck.

“Fuck, Y/N,” he groaned before crashing his lips on yours. He backed you up onto the table with his hands tight on your waist. “Harry will be back in an hour, babe, so can be as loud as you want for me,” Liam reminded you while lifting up your shirt, throwing it behind him, and sucking on your collarbone.

You closed your eyes in pure bliss as each mark Liam made felt like fire on your skin. You gripped his biceps, trying to stay on the table. “Baby, please, I need more.” You begged, laying your back on the table.

“Tell me what you want,” He told you with his forehead pressed up on yours.

“I kinda want you guys to stop since I eat there with you,” Harry said, walking to the fridge, stopping you and Liam in your tracks.

Liam was quick to cover you up by shielding your body with his. You had a complete look of terror in your eyes.

“Harry! I thought you were going out for like an hour!” you yelled, frantically putting on your shirt that had been thrown on the floor.

“I came back early,” he simply replied, grabbing a water.

“You could of least said something,” Liam shot back.

“What’s the fun in that?” Harry chuckled. “Baby, please, I need more.” he mimicked in a high pitched voice.

“Get out of here!” you yelled, shoving him.

“Someone has to keep you kids in line.”

“We could just kick you out of our home and make you stay at a hotel and tell fans about it,” Liam threatened.

“I’ll be in my room,” Harry decided before walking away.

You sighed in frustration.

“Just one more week babe,” Liam repeated. “Just one.”


“Niall, can you pass me new sheets for the guest room,” you called out. 

Your parents wanted to visit you and Niall ever since you moved in together. They were actually surprised to hear you and Niall were moving in together. You were quickly trying to clean the house since it was last minute. You wanted to make a good impression with Niall’s home since they only met him once. They liked him, but it was once. 

“Babe, these sheets aren’t even dirty,” Niall said, handing you the new white sheets. 

“I’m sorry. It’s just I’m nervous,” you sighed, sitting on the bed. “They have never been at your house before, and they wanna know why in the hell does their little girl wanna move in with her boyfriend of barely over a year, and what’s so special and I just don’t want to disapp-” you panicked before Niall cut you off by putting his lips on yours. 

This was always his favorite way to call you down. All your worries seemed to melt away just by the kiss of his lips. 

“Stop stressing. You’ve been cleaning for days, and it’s perfect; you’re perfect,” he reassured you. “Just relax,” he whispered with his lips barely touching yours. 

You pulled him in, closing the small gap in between you both. He hovered over you and had hand placed on your cheek and the over your bra under your shirt. 

“Maybe we could give a reason for these sheets to be washed, yeah?” he asked making you blush. 

You smiled before backing up onto the bed, laying you head on the pillows. Niall grabbed your thighs to stop your movement. You giggled when the pad of his fingers went up your thighs. 

“This needs to be quick, baby,” you reminded him, propping yourself with your elbows. 

“Don’t stress and just relax, Y/N,” he repeated. He quickly undid your jeans as you slipped off your shirt. Before you could you take off anything of Niall’s, you heard the doorbell ring throughout the house. 

“Niall, my parents are here!” you exclaimed, pushing him off you. 

“Shit uh I’ll get them and you can get dressed,” he said, throwing you your shirt. “Is it gonna be like this while they’re here?” he asked with a small pout. 

“Probably but you’ll mange,” you said, pushing him out the guest room. 

“I’ll find a way, Y/N. Don’t you worry,” he laughed before walking down stairs to greet your parents at the door.

“I wasn’t concerned.” 


“Zayn, where do you have to go today?” you asked with regret. 

When Zayn got off touring, you thought you both would finally have some alone time and together. You were wrong. When he got back, he had interviews, award shows, album releasing, and a music video. Your patience was running thin, but you waited. 

“I have absolutely nothing to do today,” Zayn said while walking into the bedroom. You felt yourself light up like a Christmas tree. 

“Seriously, babe?” you smiled, feeling yourself get excited. 

“Yes and I really just want to spend the day with my girl,” he smiled, taking your hands into his. He softly rubbed his thumb across your hand. “I’m sorry about the last couple weeks,” he apologized. 

“You don’t have to apologize for being at work Zayn; I understand. It’s just that I miss us; I miss you,” you whispered. 

“Show me how much you missed me,” he smirked before kissing you. 

It had been five long months of not touching or kissing him like this. He guided you to the bed to gently lay you down. 

“Let me show how much I missed you,” he said while slipping off your shirt and kissing around your collar bone. Your eyes closed in complete bliss under Zayn’s touch. Your fingers ran through his black hair. 

“Zayn!” an Irish voice yelled through the house, making Zayn freeze in his place. 

“Is that Niall?” you asked. 

“I don’t know why he’s here,” he groaned, handing you your shirt off the floor. 

“There you are,” Niall said with Louis right behind him. 

“Uh yeah, what are you guys doing here?” Zayn asked, trying fix his hair. 

“You said Niall and I could come over and watch the game last week,” Louis reminded him. 

“Yeah and we brought pizza,” Niall mentioned. 

You in looked at Zayn, waiting for him to say something. “Guys, Y/N and I were actually-" 

"No Zayn, it’s fine,” you said cutting him off. “Go and have fun,” you decided before kissing him on his cheek and walking to the bathroom. 

You heard Zayn groan before saying something to Louis and Niall. He walked behind you before saying, “Y/N, come on, Y/N, I’m sorry.” 

"You said you didn’t have any plans today,” you reminded him. 

“I forgot, babe,” he said, hugging you from behind. “They can leave. I really want you,” he said with a hot breath on your neck. “I need you." 

"You can blame your boys,” you giggled, pushing him out.


“Dinner was great and today was great,” you smiled as you and Harry drove up to your house. 

Today was your birthday, and it had been perfect with Harry from start to finish. You had your favorite doughnuts for breakfast and you had lunch with your friends while Harry made reservations for the two of you for dinner. He was the ringleader to the perfect day. 

“Anything for you, and it was my pleasure,” he smiled as you both got out the car. 

“I can honestly say this was one of best birthdays I have had in awhile,” you said as he walked you to your front door. 

“You deserve the best and only the best, Y/N,” he said before kissing your cheek. “And tonight doesn’t have to end here,” he mentioned as you stopped by your front door. 

“What did you have in mind then, Mr. Styles?” you asked, playing with the collar of his jacket. 

“What ever you want tonight birthday girl. You call the shots,” he smirked before kissing you sweetly. 

You felt your back hit your door making you moan. He smiled into the kiss before kissing down to your neck, quickly sucking on your sweet spot. 

“Harry,” you whispered running your hands through his hair. “I have to open the door,” you said, trying to get your keys out to open the door. 

“Well hurry up,” he said, hugging you from behind and putting his head on your shoulder. 

You fumbled with the keys before opening up the door to come face to face with your dark flat. 

“Now you can meet me up stairs because I have one more surprise gift for the birthday girl before we get started,” he smirked pressing you against him. 

All the lights suddenly turned on before the sound of many people yelled, “Surprise!” A group of your friends and family yelled, scaring you and Harry both. 

“Happy Birthday Y/N!” your best friend, Ava, smiled hugging you. 

“Ava, I thought I left you a voice mail that said the surprise was off. I mean I didn’t even see any cars outside.” Harry said nervously trying to straighten himself up. 

“I didn’t get your message and we carpooled, and we didn’t park near the house,” she smiled. “But you guys can go tidy yourselves up upstairs. You look kinda rough,” Ava joked letting you both go up stairs. 

“We can do something really quick,” Harry whispered, wrapping his arms around you. “Just a quickie. Something! 

"Harry, my parents, friends, and your band mates are waiting on us,” you reminded him, pushing him off. 

“Y/N!” Harry whined. 

“Just a couple hours.” You smiled, fixing his hair. 


You had just put down your five month old son for his afternoon nap before you came down stairs. You were snuggled up on the couch with your book waiting on Louis to come home. You heard the sound of the back door open. 

“Y/N, is game still on?” Louis asked walking into the living room. 

“No, it ended about thirty minutes ago,” you answered, making him sigh. “But I recorded it for you,” you smiled, putting down your book and standing up to meet him. 

“And that’s why I love you,” he said kissing your cheek. “But where’s Drew?" 

"I just put him down for his nap and now it’s just us,” you smiled putting your arms around his neck. 

“But what about the game?” he asked, pulling you in closer by your waist. 

“We can either watch the game or we can see what you can do with me in your football jersey upstairs because I may or may not of heard you talking about that with Niall the other week,” you mentioned pulling him closer. “I personally prefer option number two, but it’s totally your choice,” you whispered in his ear. 

He softly moaned before crashing his lips on yours. The kiss was desperate and hungry considering the fact it has been almost a month since you and Louis have been intimate. Between you working, Louis working, and taking care of Drew, there was only a small time for just you and Louis. 

“How about you go up stairs, slip my jersey on, and be ready for me when I get up there,” Louis mumbled against you skin. 

“Just your jersey? Nothing else?" 

"You know what to do and if you aren’t ready when I get up there-” he began before a small cry came from up stairs, drawing you attention away from Louis.

“No no no no no,” Louis whined. 

“Louis, I’m sorry, but our son is crying,” you laughed ,leading him up stairs.

“But he doesn’t know how long it has been since I have been able to show his mommy how much I love her in the way we both love,” he sighed. 

“He’ll be able to sleep better as he gets older, and when he is able to, then we can have our time,” you reminded him before his phone started ringing. “And that’s probably some type of business call, isn’t it?” you said as he checked his phone and he groaned. 

“I’ll put Drew to sleep while you take that call,” you smiled before heading to Drew’s room.

jazhaza  asked:

Hi!!!Do you know funny fics??? Ive read just me you and this box of matches and i loved it!!! Thanks!!!!!! Cheers from argentina

Okay, this is a hard question to answer cause “funny” is very subjective, right ! so this is the fics that made me laugh a lot, even if they can be angsty. (like TIF makes me cry of laughing, seriously.)

- Just Me, You, And This Box of Matches  : Louis is fairly sure that his new neighbour is going to destroy him. And also their apartment building, and the dumpsters outside, and all the forests within a thirty mile radius. But. Mostly him. (87k)

- These Inconvenient Fireworks : Future AU in which nobody tries out for X Factor but the boys end up finding one other eventually anyway. Louis is a jaded bastard who owns a cat named Duchess and teaches drama to teenagers, Harry is an idealistic aspiring photographer/part-time footy coach, Zayn teaches English lit and wears leather jackets, Liam saves people from burning buildings, and Niall is Niall. (you can find the pdf here)

- If You Asked Me If I Love Him (I’d Lie) : So Harry and Louis might have fucked up.The day of their wedding was the single most perfect moment of Louis’ life and every single day since where he’s been able to call Harry his husband has been nothing short of bliss. There’s just one teeny, tiny problem…Their families don’t know they’re married.*Or the one where Harry and Louis eloped but neglected to mention it to anyone. Meanwhile Lottie is getting married and the only way for them to not steal her thunder is by pretending they’re just friends for the weekend. Featuring Harry and Louis as terrible liars who don’t know the meaning of the word platonic and some Tomlinsons and Styles’s who definitely don’t believe them. (26k)

- One day to believe in you : A mysterious force compels Louis to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth. Even when it’s really inconvenient.  Harry blinks and has the nerve to look surprised. “You think about me when you get off?”  “Yes,” Louis says. He wonders how hard he’d need to punch himself in the face to knock himself out.  “Often?”  “Yes, Christ, Harry,” Louis groans. “Probably eight times a week for going on six years now. On average, you know. More when we were touring, less when I’ve been visiting family. Anything else you’d like to know?” (7k) 

- Tell Me What You Want: Harry is looking for a new roommate after Liam moves in with his girlfriend. After a few bad dates he’s done with men for the moment and wants to concentrate on school. That’s why he’s looking for a female or a straight male roomie. When Niall tells Louis about the free room he leaves that little detail out. Louis, desperately looking for a room, pretends to be straight, thinking it would be easy, until he discovers that Harry likes to be naked at home. His best female friend posing as his girlfriend doesn’t work very well either.“ (10k)

- leave before the lights come on : Louis’ never had a one night stand in his entire twenty-one years of existence. Not once. That is…until now. And OF COURSE this is how it happened. (15k)

- if i had the chance, the things i would do to you : Niall sighs. He leans forward, pushing his mug of tea carefully to the side, before bracing his elbows on the table, chin in his hands. It makes him look like some sort of bottle-blonde cherub. “You have quite the fanbase, Harry. I’m not denying that. And you’ve done a good job of popping out every once in a while in the past two years, just to make sure you’re still talked about. But that’s all you’ve done, and I’m not satisfied. I want more.” He blinks at Harry. “Don’t you want more?”(Or: AU where Harry and Louis compete in the Lip Sync Battle) (14k)

- Learning to Eat: Celebrity chef Louis Tomlinson has a problem. He’s opening his first restaurant in 9 weeks, and he has yet to hire a pastry chef- apparently people think he’s ‘standoffish’ and ‘rude’ and ‘quick to temper’. Whatever. He ends up saddled with an annoying, happy-go lucky rookie who also happens to be obnoxiously good looking. His tv presenter and pop star best friends only add to the drama, and for fucks sake would everyone please stop quoting Julia Child?!Kitchen AU where Harry helps Louis re-learn how to eat.  (METAPHORICALLY) (28k)

- Whirlwind  : Acclaimed actor, Hollywood heartthrob, and Oscar nominee, Harry Styles, seems to have the world at his feet, but seeks out an old friend when he needs a date for his big night. (21k)

- that lace shirt  : “Nope,” Louis answers. “I demand compensation for the hurt and trouble I underwent.” (8k)

- A Match Made in Aisle Three (Everybody Cut Footloose):  Or, the one where Louis is a drama student/cashier who assists Harry in buying a bottle of lube, and is also the only guy that frat boy Harry has trouble talking to.
Also featuring Sophia as stubborn matchmaker and Liam as accidental wingman. (16k)

- This Road Leads Where Your Heart Is : Alright, so Louis has a bit of a type is the thing.  And as fit as his supermodel flatmate (Harry) may be, he isn’t what Louis is looking for in a potential partner.  That’s all.  He’s not Louis’ type, with his miles of lanky limbs and his bright, boyish eyes.  His impossibly tight, little body and infectious laughter are not what Louis wants.  They’re not.  Really.  (14k)

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Don’t Listen To Them


prompt-  can you do one where y/n is a bigger girl? and she feels a lil down about herself because the paps shout nasty things to her when she’s out alone and Niall gets annoyed and comforts her x 

(A/N- I know I have a lot of these type of imagines on my blog but i feel that there aren’t a lot of imagines/oneshots centered around a plus size girl. And i would also like to say that if you guys need someone to talk to or need a friend I’m here so you c an message me whenever you’d like. And i would like to apologize for my shitty titles, i really suck at soming up with them. )

~ 1414 words


You walked along the sidewalks of London attempting to walk to the car-park where you had left your car when you went shopping. Thinking that today would be a nice chance to get some alone time you went shopping and had lunch by yourself, because why not. 

As you walked along the grey cracked concrete you started to see a few girls recognize you, which wasn’t a big surprise since you were Niall Horan’s girlfriend. You however tried to block it out of your mind as you continued to walk, you still had about fifteen more minutes until you got to the car-park. But it wasn’t long until you started to see the first signs that somehow the paparazzi had found your location. It had always confused you as to why they wanted pictures of you especially if you weren’t with Niall, you were just a normal girl and had no job which would require media attention. 

You sighed deeply when you saw a few men hop out of cars with cameras. Shit. Walking a little faster with your head down you hopped that maybe, just maybe, they wouldn’t see you or realize that you were a human and not a zoo animal and just leave you alone. But of course it wasn’t long until one of the paps had recognized you and called others attention and soon they were around you. 

The cameras were blinding even in the late afternoon sun and the constant clicks made you ever so self conscious, you were worried that maybe they would see your slight double chin because of the way you were looking down but you didn’t want to look up because then they’d see your chubby cheeks, that Niall said were absolutely adorable and loved to kiss but you thought they were ugly and would do anything to get rid of them.  You tugged at your sweater hoping to cover your body more in hopes they wouldn’t see it there for not say anything about it. But your hopes were crushed. 

‘Did you gain weight?’ The one said as he swerved in front of you and got a few pictures of your face.

‘Surprised Niall hasn’t told you to hit the gym (y/n). Also surprised he downgraded from models to you.” another stated trying to keep up with your fast pace and snap pictures at the same time. 

One with a video camera moved in front of you and started to walk backwards and films you, “I bet Niall is disgusted when he looks at you and is just dating you because he feels bad for you.” And that one hurt you the most because that is how you felt, even though Niall had told you so many times that that wasn’t the case and he thought you were so beautiful, that though hung in the back of your mind. And the fact a complete stranger you had never met said your exact thought made tears come to you eyes. 

But of course even now with the presents of tears the paps continued, “I dont even think you guys could have sex let alone get close to each other,  you’d probably crush him.” One teased causing a few to chuckle. 

They only want a reaction, they don’t mean what they are saying. You repeated in your head, Niall had told you that many times but right now no matter how much you repeated it to yourself you couldn’t believe it.

A flutter of relief hit you when you saw the car-park getting closer. “What are you gonna do? Run home and stuff your face with food while Niall probably goes out and finds a better girl.” 

It amazed you at how childish their insults were but they still hurt you, it brought you back to high school, where you thought you left the bullies behind. 

You were never so happy in your life to see a parking garage and luckily the attendant saw you coming and also, not a surprise, saw the papas as well and informed them they were not allowed inside.  You took a deep breath as you walked through the parking lot to find your car, a few tears slipped out unable to hold them back any longer.

Finding your car and opening the driver’s door and got in a slammed the door before leaning back in the seat and started to cry. They are right. You thought starting the car and drying your tears. 

The car ride home was everything but relaxing, your mind played the words over and over again. Then your mind wondered to Niall. Was he really out playing golf? Or was he out trying to find another girl, one that was was skinnier and prettier. 

You didn’t even bother gathering your bags when you got out of the car. Walking into the house you found it silent. Looking at the clock on the wall it said 5:30. Niall said he’d be home at 5. Your mind wandered again. Flopping down on the couch a new wave of tears came over you. 

You hated this feeling. Feeling so ugly, fat and worthless. You always felt less than and that Niall could find someone better. You never understood why he’d settle for someone like you when he could have literately any other girl he wanted. He’d say that he didn’t settle and that he loved you with all his heart but it was so hard for you to believe. 

“Hey babe! Sorry I’m late, i stopped to get us some Chinese and Deo was taking forever on the last hole.” Niall called as he closed the front door and kicked off his shoes. You didn’t bother answering but you did try to rid your face of tears which was useless seeing that your mascara and eyeliner had run down your cheeks. 

He walked to where you were, “So how was shop-” Niall stopped mid sentence when he took in your state. You were curled up on the couch toying with a tissue in your hand as tears dropped from your face to your lap making little wet spots on your grey sweater and black leggings. 

“What happened (Y/N)?” He asked, worry evident in his voice. He slowly lowered himself onto the couch next you tucking a lose piece of hair behind your ear.

“I’m too fat.” You stated simply as your crying picked up again. You heard Niall sigh heavily as he pulled you into his side.

“No you’re not. You’re absolutely perfect and beautiful and sexy. What made you even think that?” He asked, worried that he had somehow made you feel that way. 

“The fucking paps again. I was walking back to the car and they had found me somehow and they harassed me and were saying mean things, and they’re right Niall. I am fat, I am ugly, you can do better and you probably are going out with me because you feel bad for me.” You cried into his shoulder not caring that you were getting makeup on his shirt, and he didn’t care much either. 

You could feel Niall’s grip on you tighten, which you knew ,meant that he was upset, mostly angry, about what you just said. “No, (Y/N), they aren’t fuckin’ right. They are ignorant assholes.” He said,  the anger in his voice was apparent. “I’m not going out with you because I pity you. I’m going out with you because i fucking love you, i love you so so much.” Niall paused to kiss your forehead, “And i never want you to think that you are ugly or fat, because you are so far from it. And I’ve told you before, they just wanted a reaction, don’t listen to them.”

You couldn’t help just smile through your tears at the words of your boyfriend. Pulling away you looked into his eyes, they softened as he looked back into yours, he pulled you in for a long kiss. “Please don’t cry anymore, ya know i hate it was you do.” He chuckled as he pulled away and smoothed out your hair and wiped a few stray tears. 

“I’ll try.” You laughed, “And sorry about your shirt, kinda has makeup all over it.” 

He looked at the shoulder that you cried on and let out a small laugh, “Not a problem.” He smiled and kissed you again. 


And yet again another sucky ending. Requests are open. 

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