Like the constantly suspicious/optimistic fan I am, I went through the new Zayn video while pausing frequently to try to see if there was any shady art. Sure enough, it appears that right next to the bearding propaganda is a friendly Batman.
Is it connected to the rather aggressive “SO WHAT?” Is is not? Who knows. What we do know is that Batman is heavily connected to both Liam and Zayn.
Are you threatening me blurb with harry?? Pretty please
This got a little darker than I intended it to be. Also I’m sorry it’s lengthier than the past couple. Sometimes when I read requests something fantastic happens and I write stuff like this (which I think is actually pretty okay but I do like feedback if you would all wanna chat).
Harry worked long hours in the office. Unlike
most TV shows, you worked long hours going through files upon files before you
became a big shot lawyer. In the end, he knew it would be worth it (maybe) but
right now, he wanted to sleep and sleep for the rest of the weekend. His eyes
were burning from staring at screens and paper all day reading for ages.
Entering the apartment building in the middle
of the city, the doorman said hello and Harry nodded in exhaustion. There was a
possibility he wouldn’t even make it to the elevator let alone be able to get
off and walk to his door once he got to the right floor.
After several attempts, he got his key to fit
in the lock and he opened the door to his sanctuary. Much to his mother’s
surprise, Harry kept the place clean, sparsely decorated (she kept telling him
it needed a woman’s touch and maybe a grandchild or four to run around), and
Stumbling out of his shoes, pulling off his
suit coat, undoing his tie, and unbuttoning his shirt, he managed to fall with
a thump onto his couch. For many moments, he didn’t dare move; his eyes were
shut and he listened to the sounds of the city—sirens, music, shouting…it was
all something he was accustomed to and found comforting. It was the only noise
he could stand to sleep through—calming city sounds.
With his breathing slowing down and him
struggling half-heartedly to undo his belt while laying on top of it, he was on
the cusp of sleep. The dreams tonight would be of endless paperwork and the
hauntingly beautiful girl that plagued his mind ever since he moved into the
Some of the dreams were simply getting to
know the unnamed girl. They would walk along in the most vivid and lucid dreams
he had ever had. Just a boy and a girl strolling through the city only stopping
to get a cup of tea on a cold day and an ice cream on a hot one. The girl on
his arm was all smiles and he swore even in his subconscious she smelled
terrific—cotton and beach roses. She would walk him to work and give him a kiss
that sent his sleeping heart aflutter.
But other dreams were raw and passionate. He
would be kissing her, every part of her. His mouth would ache just to hover
over her skin. It felt like he didn’t have enough hands to touch every part of
her body and they always had on too many clothes. Those dreams would also send
his heart aflutter and stretch his boxers into a firm tent before the clothes
would be coming off and his lips reached for more of her skin. The sound of
their breathing was the only thing that could be heard in his silent apartment.
She would reach down push his boxers out of the way and Harry would let out a
low moan in her—
“ARE YOU THREATENING ME?!”
Harry was awoken and his dreams were crushed.
So was his body, at the sound of you shouting loudly above his apartment his
body jerked and fell off the couch where he was haphazardly laying. He groaned
in agony and slowly crawled to get back on the couch. He couldn’t do this
Constantly, his neighbors shouted till he
imagined the two were blue in the face. He could not figure out how the two of
you stayed together. After what felt like hours of fighting he would hear the
doors slam closed, and the noise would cease. Perhaps that the noise above was
the cause of his sleeping problems and why he was always exhausted.
This was the third week in a row since he had
moved in and he couldn’t do this one moment longer. Anger coursed through his
veins as he marched up the steps to the next floor. Just his dress pants low on
his hips. He could hear the shouting getting louder, over what he didn’t know
nor did he care. He just wanted to sleep in peace.
Slamming his closed fist against the door he
almost drowned out the sound of yelling and he bet his life that he was doing
the whole apartment building a favor. Who knew how long this could go on for.
What went from screaming—which Harry barely
heard since in typical lawyer style he was blindingly mad. He would end the
fighting no matter what it took. The silence was almost louder than the
screaming that took place only moments before. Harry didn’t care he was sick of
not being able to sleep. This was unfair to everyone in the apartment building
and Harry would not stand for it. After barely sleeping enough with this job
and barely sleeping the past six or so years of law school, he wanted to sleep
in the damn quiet.
“What?” The guy at the door answered gruffly.
“Are you kidding me, mate? People are trying
t’sleep,” he said groggily. He peeked through the doorway to see who the poor
girl that was getting yelled at for the past three weeks he’d been here.
The guy in front of him tried to move to
block more of the doorway but it was too late. Harry had seen you. Your face
was throbbing, just above your eyebrow bleeding. Shoving the guy out of the
doorway and thus suffering more screaming, he scooped you into his arms and
walked straight back to the elevator. He placed you gently on the floor of the
elevator and held the door open with your foot.
While he was a lawyer, he wasn’t some
weakling—he worked out every day at the firm’s gym. “If you come near her, I
will end you,” he said simply just a centimeter from his face. Harry wasn’t
always intimidating, but when he meant business, he meant business. And that
would be his best quality as a lawyer. Towering at six plus feet he narrowed
his eyes at the lad that had the gall to hurt the lovely girl waiting for him
in the elevator.
“You can have her,” he snarled not wanting to
risk his luck against the giant in just dress pants. He stalked back to his
apartment with a slam of the door.
Harry sighed and turned back to the girl on
the elevator. You were dazed, tears rolling down your cheeks without a sound.
Too much had happened in a short time. Smacking the floor’s button the door
closed and he crouched down to hold you in his arms again. Once he kicked open
the door and settled you on the couch, he quickly made some calls to friends of
“He’s never hit me before,” you whispered
finally. It broke the silence with the same startle that knocked him off the
couch. Harry had been buzzing about the kitchen, making tea, getting ice, and
the first aid kit. In addition to making calls, he almost forgot you were there
and why he was gathering all these items.
Slowly he approached you, knelt in front of
your knees as you looked off into the distance. Your cut wasn’t good and
briefly he was worried about a concussion. But soon his door was opening, Liam
stepped into the room along with Louis’ mother. Liam was dressed in his uniform
and Jay quickly busied herself looking you over. Totally confused, you were
just grateful for a female. More tears fell down your cheeks and Jay turned to
Harry. “Would you get her a cuppa tea?” She said knowingly. Harry smirked a
“I was working on it, Mum,” he muttered.
Liam listened to Harry as he told him what
happened and then he nodded. He spoke into his shoulder’s walkie talkie and
there was another commotion upstairs. Liam looked down at you knelt next to Jay
as she cleaned the cut and checked for a concussion. “You’re alright, love?” He
Still entirely baffled by what was happening,
Harry gave you a cup of tea and you nodded. “I think so.”
“Can you just tell me what happened?” He
said. “Take your time.” You managed to quickly explain quickly sending yourself
into more tears that you didn’t really feel. “Alright, thank you, darling. You’ll
be alright with this one for the night?” Liam nodded his head at Harry.
You had never spoken to your downstairs
neighbor once except for tonight and somehow in the thirty minutes you had
known him you felt safer than you did the last three months of living with your
boyfriend. Carefully you nodded and Jay deemed that you were concussion free. “Don’t
let him think he’s special,” she said of Harry. Rolling his eyes, he showed the
two out the door.
Again, there was silence and Harry came
around to sit across from you on the opposite couch. “I’m going to draw up a
restraining order for you Monday morning,” he said. “I’d feel better if you
stayed with me for the weekend if you don’t mind…unless you have family you can
get in touch with. I can’t have it on my conscience that I leave you alone,” he
explained to you.
Shaking your head, you swallowed. “Yeah…no
family,” you mumbled.
Harry didn’t ask. “That’s alright, I planned
on sleeping my weekend away so I can keep my eye on you,” he shrugged simply. “C’mon,
I think you need some sleep,” he said standing up, holding his hand out and
once your delicate fingers were in his hand, he guided you to the bedroom. “The
bathroom is right there and there’s an extra toothbrush under the sink.
Anything else you need, just come poke me, yeah?” You said pushing the covers
It was starting to hit you and the kindness
this stranger was offering hit you harder than well…
You burst into tears. Covering your face, you
melted to the ground and for a moment Harry just blinked unsure of what he was
supposed to do. After what felt like an eternity, he figured you just needed a
moment and so he knelt back down beside you, rubbed your back soothingly and
told you it would all be okay.
As Harry watched you cry he tried to figure
out why you looked so familiar. He knew he hadn’t seen you around the building
and he wondered where on earth he could have known you from. While your crying
slowed, he brought you back to your feet, found you some sweats to get
comfortable in and asked if there was anything else you could want.
You shook your head, breathing erratically.
Sometimes this happened to you. Your sobs would turn into a hyperventilating
panic attack. A million thoughts went through your head at that moment and you
could have simply died to make this easier on yourself.
“Thank you,” you hiccupped. Harry stared at
you a moment in confusion before he chocked it up to being a very overwhelming
moment for you. He carefully cupped the back of your neck and pulled you to his
chest. He may soon be a heartless lawyer but he had a sister and he knew how to
calm tears over a boy.
Soon your hiccups stopped and Harry released
you slowly. When he gazed down at you to see if you were doing a little better
he noted how pretty your eyes were even after having just cried. That’s also
when he noticed how warm you felt and that you were the perfect fit beneath his
chin. All at once he realized you were his girl from his dreams. It wasn’t that
it was your face, it was your presence, the shape, the aura, the feel of you
was the girl.
He felt his stomach knot and he smiled
sweetly at you. “I’m going to let you rest, if you need something please tell
me,” he said pushing some hair behind your ears. You finally realized he was
shirtless and you had just snotted and cried all over his sinewy muscles. While
he didn’t seem to care, you felt horrible and embarrassed. But nonetheless, you
were exhausted and rest sounded good to you.
“Thank you…” you blinked. “I don’t know your
name,” you murmured.
Harry held your fingers in his hand again as
he kissed your knuckles. “Harry, kitten. M’name’s Harry,” he said. Releasing
your hand, he turned, shut the door and let you have your peace. You climbed
into his bed, dazed and tired. While drifting off to sleep you tested his name
in your mouth a few times wondering all kinds of things about the handsome man
that came in your time of duress. But your mind was too tired for such
wonderings so you let your dreams do the work.
As for Harry, he found himself strolling
through the city with the beautiful face just a few rooms over. Smiling,
because he finally found her.
pregnant. And the mood swings were fierce. However, Niall didn’t think there
was anything wrong with what you were saying. For in fact, he felt the
pregnancy was a lot better for you because you told him everything that was bothering you. It was evident that you were
harboring some emotions while Niall was out and about and you were at home
after working all day.
“I just don’t
think it’s fair that I do everything!” You shouted angrily.
Niall nodded a
few times worried to say anything weary that you would yell louder or start
crying like you did last time. As he thought about it, he realized you were
right though because you did do everything and the only real question he had
was why you had never said anything before.
darling,” he nodded. While you breathed heavily, you started to melt a bit
after yelling so much and Niall could see the tears welling in your eyes. He
cooed, pulled you to his chest and rubbed your back. “I’ll help out more,” he
“No, no, it’s
okay,” you sniffled. “I’m just overwhelmed.”
“I’m sure, my love. I know,” he said kissing
your temple and then crouching down in front of your belly. “Are you making
Mumma a little anxious, little one?” He asked. You giggled and sighed as Niall
kissed your belly. “M’gonna help more, love,” he promised peering up at you.
You shrugged nonchalantly, again changing
your mood for probably the third time in five minutes. “It’s alright.”
Niall nodded, waited for your mood to change
again and figured it was best to not argue with you at the moment. “How about
dinner, angel?” He asked. “Are you guys hungry?”
You nodded eagerly and felt hungrier by the
second. “I want to eat all the food,”
you told him seriously. He chuckled.
“Of course, baby, of course,” he said guiding
you by the small of your back to the car.
The following morning Niall was getting ready
for work. He was in the shower and you were out folding laundry and making
breakfast for him. It was a little difficult because the eggs made your stomach
churn a little because it was just one of those days. But you powered through
and held your breath after you set the food aside and brought the laundry
basket back to the bedroom.
And there, you saw the bed was made. Your
heart leaped into your throat and tears sprung to your eyes. “Niall?” You asked
with a shaky voice. He hurriedly shut the water off and pulled the door out of
“What’s the matter princess?” He cooed
nervously and looked you over for any sign of disaster. He was worried
constantly that something was wrong with you or the baby. He would probably set
himself on fire if anything happened to the loves of his life.
“Did you do the bed?” You asked your voice
He chuckled shyly, relieved that nothing was
wrong, just yet another swing in your mood. “Yes, darling, I did,” he sighted.
He was dripping water all over the carpet the towel low on his hips and you
irrationally started crying.
He came over, kissed the top of your head and
pulled you against his chest. He was warm and smelled good and you wanted to
stay tucked under his chin for the rest of your life. “Thank you,” you
Laughing quietly, he nodded. “Of course, my
Tess reached into her bag, pulling out her tarot deck, her journal, the book on herbs and their psychic uses she’d been reading, and the stones she’d been practicing her divination with. She looked at Angelica, who was staring at the cards spilling out of their handmade drawstring bag like she wanted to reach out and grab them. Curiosity over what Angelica’s deck looked like coloured Tess’ mind for a moment before disappearing.
“Tess, I…I had no idea.”
“Tess,” Zayn murmured.
“No,” she told him, pushing his hand away. “She needs to explain herself.”