haroldstyles4nipples  asked:

Can you write an imagine where Harry fucks y/n in the bathroom of a friends house because y/n was making fun of old pictures and he wanted to show y/n how he'd changed? By the way your writing is amazing! Don't ever stop💜


Alright, this turned out a little differently, but… here we are! 

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064. Jet Plane 

It’s his last night in London before he jets to LA for God only knows how long – he only buys one way tickets these days because he doesn’t like to be told when he’s leaving. He’s enjoying not being on anyone’s schedule but his own, and he’s enjoying being able to pick up and head to whatever home of his he prefers or needs to be at without having to wait for a break in tour.

He had repeatedly said he didn’t want a party, but here they are, having a small get together with free-flowing liquor and the kind of greasy chippies that LA would turn its nose up at. He’s popular, understandably, with everyone wanting a moment – everyone wanting to just pick his brain on what’s next, and he, three cocktails in, is happy to oblige and to banter with friends and a few friends of friends, too.

“Hey, hey!” Harry laughs from across the room. He has a drink in his hand and he’s jutted his forefinger out to point it in the direction of his mate. “Put that away!”

“Just having some fun,” Jack called back to him. “She’s never seen these before, has she?”

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anonymous asked:

Yo, because I'm an awkward potato, how do you write??? Like, I know how to write, and I like writing, but how do you write? Like could you write something for us? ^°^

aahhh i suck at writing,, i mean im really REALLY bad at it,,, but anything for y'all so here
p l i s dont judge me tho ;____;
It was just another one of those chilly winter nights in London. Dan had no idea what tempted him to do this, but here he was, walking to the park, his feet buried deep on the snow, making a crunching sound with each step.

Thoughts were running through his mind, “what if he doesn’t like me back?” “What will I do?” “How will I ever face him again?“ But nothing could stop Dan today. Nothing.

After 15 minutes of walking, he stood right in front of his best friends house. He rang the bell and the door was opened by Mrs. Lester, who smiled and welcomed him in. “Phil is upstairs in his room”, she said with a smile. She was very much used to Dan coming around as he’d been best friends with Phil for 5 years now. 5 years oh my god I don’t want to ruin this. But Dan put all thoughts aside as he smiled and nodded at Mrs. Lester and walked up the stairs to his best friend’s room. He was done living like this, pretending to be someone he’s not, pretending to not be in love with his best friend.

Standing in front of the familiar door, he took a deep breath. I’m finally gonna do it. He placed his hand on the door knob and took another deep breath. He could hear his heart pounding in his chest.

There was no stopping now.

He turned the knob, and the door opened to Phil laid on his bed, reading the book Dan had recommend to him. He smiled and sat up as soon as he saw Dan. He opened his mouth to say hi, but before the word could come out of his mouth, he was met with Dan’s lips on his.
it’s a sleepover!¡!

Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.

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