mr. twists

💔

We care so much about these boys and that means also caring for their loved ones. The ones our boys lean on for love and care. Harry has just lost one of his closest. Please respect the family’s wish for privacy. They should not have to deal with even a well-meaning fan right now.
My heart and thoughts go out to Robin’s family and friends. I salute you Mr Twist, you seem to have been and incredible man with lots of humor and joy. RIP

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Kenzo Shirai’s 6 Eponymous Skills

  • Shirai-Kim (Shirai I, VT): round-off, back-handspring, triple twist
  • Shirai II, VT: round-off, back-handspring with 3.5 twists
  • Shirai III, VT: Scherbo with a double twist
  • Shirai-Nguyen (Shirai I, FX): backward layout quadruple twist 
  • Shirai II, FX: forward layout triple twist 
  • Shirai III, FX: backward triple-twisting double layout
No More Sherlock Jumping on the Bed

One night Sherlock was jumping on the bed.
He fell off and bumped his head.
In came the doctor, and the doctor said,
“No more Sherlock jumping on the bed.”

Sherlock gazed woozily up at John from the spot on the floor where he’d landed.  John knelt down to examine him.

“You don’t appear to have a concussion, but just to be on the safe side I’d better stay in here with you tonight, so I can wake you up every couple of hours to check on you,” John said.

Sherlock made no objection.


The next night Sherlock was jumping on the bed.
He fell off and bumped his head.
In came the doctor, and the doctor said,
“No more Sherlock jumping on the bed!”

“I think I might have a concussion,” Sherlock said.  “You’d better stay in here again tonight, so you can wake me up every couple of hours to check.”

John made no objection.


The third night Sherlock was jumping on the bed.
He fell off and bumped his head.
In came the doctor, and the doctor said,
“No more Sherlock jumping on the bed!”

“It’s for an experiment, John,” Sherlock explained.

“Well, I suppose I’m going to have to stay in here again tonight,” John said.

Sherlock made no objection.


The fourth night Sherlock was jumping on the bed.
He fell off and bumped his head.
In came the doctor, and the doctor said,
“No more Sherlock jumping on the bed!”

“But John —”

“No, Sherlock.  I don’t care if it’s for an experiment.  Even your thick skull can only take so many hits without serious damage.”

“I suppose you’ll have to stay with me again, to make sure I don’t have a concussion,” Sherlock said.

John made no objection.


The fifth night Sherlock was jumping on the bed.
He fell off and bumped his head.
In came the doctor, and the doctor said,
“NO MORE SHERLOCK JUMPING ON THE BED!”

Sherlock opened his mouth to speak, but John cut him off before he could begin.

“This is getting ridiculous.  You don’t have to keep banging your head in order to get me to spend the night with you.  If you want me to share your bed, all you have to do is ask,” John said, sliding under the duvet.

Sherlock made no objection.


John and Sherlock, together in the bed,
Taking turns giving head.
In came Mrs. Hudson, and this is what she said:
“I knew you wouldn’t need two beds.”

The End


This is my response to the @hiatustory May prompt: Bedsharing.

BMC x Things I've Heard in Improv
  • Jeremy: I'm literally the lamest person ever because I just am. You all agree.
  • Michael: *walks in with red puffy eyes* Am I high or was I crying? Jokes on you the answer is both.
  • Squip: Human feelings mean nothing. All of you should upgrade to the satirical, emotionless version of human life.
  • Rich: Hey... Why work toward being cool when you could have steroids.
  • Christine: Drama is the only place I can scream my head off but if I'm going to scream, I'll take it outside. Why? Because I am a lady.
  • Jake: I'm too cool for this *struggles to open packet of Fuzzy Peaches*
  • Chloe: There's a fine line between cute and innocent, and sexy and badass. That line is a weird scarf in my closet.
  • Brooke: I make snapchats dog filter sexy.
  • Bonus:
  • Mr. Heere: I'm a dad I don't wear pants.
  • Mr. Reyes: In a twist no one some saw coming, everyone is here for once.
  • Double Bonus:
  • Madeline: Je ne comprande pas Francais.
Mrs Fluffybottom

Prompt:  omg bruh. Imagine Prinxiety where Virgil wants to make something for Roman, but gets super self conscious about it cause Roman’s CREATIVITY for petes sake, and of course it’ll look dumb in comparison to what Roman can make.  OH this is kinda sad but what if something accidentally happened to Ms. Fluffybottom and Roman is devastated, so Verge tries to stitch him a stuffed bunny? X’D ~ @this-is-ske

Pairing: Prinxiety (platonic or romantic)

General Taglist: @thebeautyofthomas @frustratedwaffle @killerfangirl3 @pippa-frost @extreme-doodles @fandomsofrandom @here-to-vent @i-prayed-to-you-cas @pro-fangirls-unsocial-life

cw: Self-loathing, negative self-talk, vivid imagery of a destroyed doll, cursing, headaches, mostly fluff

The absolute worst part about the whole mess was that Princey hadn’t even been angry

Anger, Virgil could’ve handled. If Roman had yelled, or raged at him, or otherwise reacted in the way Virgil had feared, he would at least have been expecting it. It would have made sense. Especially after all the pomp and circumstance with which he’d loaned the doll to Virgil in the first place–and the solemn promise he’d extracted from Virgil to take care good of her. 

Not that he’d done it on purpose, of course. He was just…Anxiety. Ruining things was what he did

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Bad Boy
  • *Molly's flat*
  • Molly: *nursing a cut above Sherlock's eye* I can't believe she actually punched you.
  • Sherlock: *winced* People don't like it when their affair is exposed to their entire family, even if the murderer was caught. Lesson learned.
  • Molly: *smirks* You were showing off.
  • Sherlock: A bit.
  • Molly: *smoothes his hair aside* There. Good as new. Try not to entice anymore guilty widows to punch you, yeah?
  • Sherlock: *smiles* It's me, Molly.
  • Molly: *chuckles* Still... *ruffles his hair; thoughtful* looks hot, though. I always did like a bad boy *giggles; leaves*
  • Sherlock: ...
  • Sherlock: *raises an eyebrow*
  • A FEW DAYS LATER
  • *Molly's flat*
  • Molly: *reading on her sofa*
  • -knocking-
  • Molly: *opens the door*
  • Sherlock: *gently prodding his black eye; wincing* Didn't work...
  • Molly: *arms folded* Another widow.
  • Sherlock: An old lady. Someone tried to mug her *shrugs* I stepped in.
  • Molly: *bites her lip* Oh...
  • Sherlock: *gestures* May I...
  • Molly: *shakes her head* Sorry, yes. Right *pulls him inside* err, sit down. I-I'll just... *hurries to the bathroom*
  • Sherlock: *smirks*
Three Holmes-Watsons Gruff

“Rosie, dear, it’s time for bed.”

“Daddy and Papa always tell me a bedtime story. Will you tell me one, Mrs. Hudson?”

“Of course. Have you ever heard the story of the Three Holmes-Watsons Gruff?”

“No, but that sounds kind of like my name, only backwards.”

“So it does. Well, once upon a time there were three Holmes-Watsons. There was a Great Big Holmes-Watson, who was tall and thin…”

“Like Papa!”

“And there was a Middle-Sized Holmes Watson, who was shorter and sturdier…”

“Like Daddy!”

“And there was a Little Wee Holmes-Watson, who was the cutest one of all.”

“Like me!”

“Yes, Rosie, just like you.

“The three Holmes-Watsons lived in a nice flat at the top of a long, steep staircase. They had to be very, very quiet whenever they went up the stairs, so they wouldn’t disturb the terrible troll who lived underneath them.”

“But there’s no troll underneath us, Mrs. Hudson. There’s only you.”

“Well, this is a make-believe story, Rosie.

“Now, one day the three Holmes-Watsons came home very excited, and forgot to be quiet. Papa Holmes-Watson went tromping up the stairs with his great big feet — TRIP TRAP TRIP TRAP. And who do you think he found waiting for him on the landing?”

“The troll?”

“Yes!

‘Who’s that tromping up my stairs?’ asked the troll.

‘It is I, the Great Big Holmes-Watson,’ said the papa.

“I’m going to hug you, and kiss you, and tickle you!’ said the troll.

‘No!’ cried the Great Big Holmes-Watson. ‘Please don’t hug and kiss and tickle me! My husband is coming next, and he’s much more fun to hug and kiss and tickle than I am.’

‘Very well,’ said the troll, and she let him pass.

Next came Daddy Holmes-Watson, tromping up the stairs with his middle-sized feet — TRIP TRAP TRIP TRAP.

‘Who’s that tromping up my stairs?’ asked the troll.

‘It is I, the Middle-Sized Holmes-Watson,’ said the daddy.

“I’m going to hug you, and kiss you, and tickle you!’ said the troll.

‘No!’ cried the Middle-Sized Holmes-Watson. ‘Please don’t hug and kiss and tickle me! My daughter is coming next, and she’s much more fun to hug and kiss and tickle than I am.’

‘Very well,’ said the troll, and she let him pass.

Then the Daughter Holmes-Watson came tromping up the stairs with her little wee feet — trip trap trip trap.

‘Who’s that tromping up my stairs?’ asked the troll.

‘It’s me, the Little Wee Holmes-Watson,’ said the daughter.

‘I’m going to hug you, and kiss you, and tickle you!’ said the troll.

And she did!

*giggle*squeal*giggle*

“Goodnight, love.”


This takes place in the same universe as my Bedtime Stories with Sherlock and John series.

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His Family Doesn’t Like You PT 2

“Where’s Y/N?” Gemma asked, as she stepped out of the car.

The day had been tense. By the time Gemma and Anne woke up Harry was in the kitchen. He kissed her on the cheek and she was out the door with a bag in her hand, a bag that Gemma knew costed a semester of college. When Anne brought it up Harry shut it down, ‘my house, my rules, treat her and talk about her the way you wish to be treated,’ he reminded them. 

After some convincing Harry went out with them. They walked the streets of LA, and enjoyed their time. She wasn’t brought up and the tension seemed to fade. 

“Yes why isn’t y/n spending time with us,” Anne says, her tone full of disgust as she said her name, “is she out shopping?”  

Harry takes in a deep breath, trying to remain calm, “I thought it might be best if my family wasn’t down her throat all the time so she picked up an extra shift,” Harry answered. 

“She works?” Anne asked, shock clear in her voice. 

“Mum,” Harry says, “if you’re going to talk about her it will be in a nice way. She is my girlfriend, I love her. I see a future with her, and I will not have her run off because of you guys.”

“You won’t get my blessing,” Anne says firmly. 




“They hate me, they literally hate me,” she says into the phone as she walks into her house. 

She shuts the door behind her and tosses her keys on to the small table. She loved seeing Harry when she came home from work, but she was thankful to see the range rover out of the drive way today. 

“I’m sure they don’t hate you,” Sarah says into the phone, and she was just glad that someone in Harry’s life liked her. 

“They do, you should’ve heard what they were saying yesterday,” she sighs, “and my car broke down today. I had to have Stan pick me up and drive me to work and the drop me off at home.”

“Where’s your car now?”

“In the shop, it’s going to cost me over fifteen hundred to get it fixed,” she says, walking to the kitchen and grabbing some of the left over cookies, “I had to borrow money from my parents, and now I’m working doubles for the next three months so I can pay them back. And I know once Harry sees me working more he’s going to snoop.”

“Just tell him,” Sarah says. 

“No way, I can’t he’ll want to fix it or buy me a new car, and a new car would be nice but I’m not ready to give up Vicky and she’s still useful.”

“Not really, this is the forth time you’ve gone to get her fixed, if Harry knew he would be mad,” Sarah responds. 

“I know,” she groans, hoping on the stool. 

“What are you going to tell Harry? Won’t he notice the missing car.”

“I’m still trying to figure it out,” she sighs, “maybe if I’m lucky Harry won’t even notice.”

“Notice what?” Harry asked, shrugging off his jacket as he walks in with his mother and sister, his eye brow is raised. 

“I’ll call you later Sarah,” she says. 

“Okay cool, bye.”

“What happened?” Harry asked. 

“Nothing you need to worry about,” she says, “how was your day?”

“It was fine,” Gemma answered, “Harry showed us around, it’s a shame you couldn’t join us.”

She doesn’t sound sarcastic or rude and Harry smiled softly, “maybe we can all go out tonight?” Gemma asked, “I would really like to get to know you.”

“Oh, that sounds lovely,” Y/N responds, taken back, “but I picked up another shift at the diner and I have to be back in three hours.”

“What? Why?” Harry asked, “was it your car? I didn’t see it out there. I told you it was a piece of crap, how much is it to get fixed?”

“Don’t worry about it,” she sighed. 

“I’m worried if that means you’re going to be out all the time to try and pay it off when it will break down again,” Harry frowned, “I can help.”

“Of course you can,” Anne says, “just buy her the car shop.”

She frowns, hoping off the stool, “I’m really trying to not be rude Mrs. Twist,” she says, “but I do love your son and I don’t love him for his money.”

“I don’t believe it,” Anne says, “and just as I told Harry you won’t be getting my blessing.”

“Mum-”

“I’m sorry Harry,” she says, “I love you, I really do and you know that, but I can’t be the reason you don’t get along with your mom.”

“Y/N,” Harry says, turning to her, his heart dropping, “please don’t.”

“I can’t Harry,” she shakes her head, “I just-I can’t. I need to go.”

She shoves past them, the door shutting behind her. Harry turns to Anne, his mother stands, looking at just where she stood. 

“This is your fault,” Harry seethed, “this is all your fault!”

“Harry it’s for the best-”

“No!” Harry yelled, “she wasn’t after my money, she wasn’t after my fame! Y/N and I dated for six months before she even considered coming out in public with our relationship! Y/N was struggling with thousands of dollars to owe to a college and I helped her because I love her! I helped her because it meant she could pick up less shifts and be with me! Y/N has done nothing wrong, all she has done is love your son! She didn’t see me as the media portrayed me. The same media that called your son a womanizer, the same media that claimed I slept with thousands of girls, the same media that tries to tear me apart, you’ve seen what they can do!”

“Harry-”

“Yes I paid off her loans, but she had most of them paid off, yes I bought this house but half the stuff in this house she has paid for! And yes I bought her a car because she always has that piece of garbage she calls a car in a shop. If roles were switched and she had a higher income I know she would do the same for me, but you just can’t accept that!” Harry yelled, “and now you’ve gone and driven away the one women who could put up with me. The one women who didn’t care about the Harry Styles, but cared about me.”

“I’m sorry,” Anne whispered, tears in her own eyes. 

“It’s a little late for that,” he snapped.

Alright so here’s what I could get out of Aria’s STATUTORY RAPE report about Ezra:

I am a student at Rosewood High School and I have had a sexual relationship with my former teacher Ezra Fitz since I was a sophomore. Until now I have been too ashamed to come forward, but I have come to realize that Mr. Fitz is a twisted, conniving predator and I need to stop him from ever (?) doing this to anyone else. He needs to be charged with exploiting a teenager when he was in a position of power (?) He used her…

In Pennsylvania, the statute of limitations when it comes to statutory rape are as follows: “Victims under the age of 18 who were born before August 27, 2002 have 12 years after their 18th birthday to file criminal charges.” 

Black Butterflies - 3

Here it is, much awaited part 3. Don’t forget to give me feedback. Plus re-blog and recommend others my blog if you liked it so far :) And the base of flashback has been borrowed from @secret-rendezvous1d I did some editing here and there. Thanks to her !

*Minor SMUT WARNING*

Part - 1

Part - 2

Word count :: 2507


Harry thew his head back in pleasure as he rolled his hips against Kristine. They still were at Disneyland with kids and didn’t get time to catch up with each other. So after putting his kids to bed, he started it all by kissing her. His lips trailing kisses down her neck, leaving purple marks on her neck. 

‘fuck Harry do something.” Kristine whimpered beneath her. Her chest rising with every breath she took pressing it against his. His silver chain hanging from his neck as he hovered her and slowly pushed himself inside her. Her wetness making it easy for harry to slide his thick shaft inside her in a one swift motion.  Her hands coming in contact with his muscular back as she dragged her nails along it.

The next hour was spent making love fucking.

Harry rolled off her after reaching his heights and laid beside her. She smiled and rested her head on his chest. 

He didn’t felt right. The feeling was foreign for him. She felt unfamiliar. Soon her soft snores filled the room. and Harry found himself awake in bed staring blankly at the ceiling. His mind was going crazy with a chaos of thoughts. Why was he feeling like this? He himself din’t know. The feeling was making him sick making him questioning himself what was going on.

He started question, did he actually loved Kristine or was it just a illusion. Shaking his head, brushing the thoughts away he pulled her sleeping figure close to his chest.

“Of course I love her” he mumbled and closed his eyes.


You hissed to self as blood gushed out of your finger that you cut while chopping the veggies. You opened the tap and put it under the cool running water. The cool sensation giving relief to you as you padded to the front door to open it where Anne stood carrying a bag with her.

“Elo darling” She said cheerfully pulling you in a tight hug. Her warm affection warming your cold body up. You smiled at her cheerful spirit before pulling away.

“Come inside mum.” You said.

Mum. The very first time you met her and called Mrs. Twist she asked you to call her mum instead. She said that you too were like Gemma to her and calling her Mrs. Twist would embarrass her hearing it from her daughter.

Anne was much of a best friend to you than a mother-in-law. She was always there when you needed her. Whenever you and Harry fought, you’d always ask her for help and knowing his son well, she’d help you. You told her everything. And having her as a mother made you feel lucky

“So, how’re yeh doin’?” She asked rubbing th back of your hand with her thumb sitting on the couch with you as you both sipped on your tea.

“Very well. Thank you. What about you?” You asked putting your cup down on the coffee table.

“I’m good. How’re yeh ?” She asked again.

“i uh i said I’m good”

“I asked you how’re yeh?” She asked once again and there was no backing up from it now. Tears welled up in your eyes and you looked down and sniffed.

“Not good mum. I’m breaking inside. God I feel dead “ You sobbed and were pulled inside the arms of that lovely lady.

“There it is baby. Let it out sweet. Cry all yeh want” she cooed. Her soft voice made weep  as you wrapped your arms around her crying your heart out.

“I feel yeh “ She said and after a few minutes of good crying, you pulled away. You noticed her navy blue tee had a damp spot from your tears. You wiped your tears and nose with the back of your hand. And it did helped you. Crying out did help you made feel better.

“I am disgusted with my son right now. Never expected him to do this. I’m sorry he caused you so much pain” she said sympathetically cupping your right cheek.

“He just chose to leave instead of fighting. That’s all mum” You cried softly.

“I feel yeh love. I’ve been at your place before” She said. And she wasn’t lying. The only difference was that their decision of separation was mutual unlike you guys.

“I can’t believe he’d do something like that. He always told me how much he loved you”

“It’s okay mum. Love fades away” 

“You really love her, don’t you?”

He looks across to his mother as she nurses her cup of tea, cosied up into Robin’s side, with a smile on her face. The lamps around the room giving her face a gentle glow, shadows forming from her features as Harry’s fingers drag up his your arm softly.

“I really do,” he whispers, nodding softly, “absolutely smitten with her, I am.”

“I think the feeling is very much mutual,” she smiles, leaning forward and setting her mug on a coaster on the coffee table, reaching over to grab his free hand and perching on the armrest beside her son, “she’s wonderful. She really is. I’ve never seen you with such a huge smile on your face before. She’s what you need. Someone to keep you grounded and to stop you from swimming off and getting too crazy.”

 “dropping her coffee over my shoes that day was what got us here today. I love her. I really do. She’s changed my life over the last 8 months, mum, and I realised that I’ve never been so crazy for someone before. I love her. It makes me so happy that you like her, as well,” he smiles, looking down at you and pressing a kiss to your forehead, “I think I’m going to take her to bed. I’m going to take her off into Holmes Chapel tomorrow and show her everything I used to get up to. You’re welcome to join us if you want to come.”

“Oh, no. No, you have some time together. We’ve spent all day with you,” Anne smiles, cupping his face in her hand and pressing a kiss to his forehead, “I’ll have a nice breakfast set out for you both tomorrow. Be up for 8, okay?”

He nods, adjusting his arms around you lifting you to his chest, standing to his feet and bidding a goodnight before he’s making his way up the stairs.

Anne felt her heart aching as she remembered the memories of Harry bringing you to their house for the first time. His lips were spread in a wide grin. She loved how happy he looked and knew you were the one. But now she felt broken. She never expected any of her kid to have divorce in future as she taught them that single thing can destroy many lives.

Thinking of her daughter-in-law brought tears to her eyes. She knew how hard the situation was for her and she felt vulnerable because there’s nothing she could do ease the pain of the poor girl. Nothing but pray to god.


“Eat” Kristine ordered bringing the spoon full of porridge to Noah’s mouth. Harry was in the bathroom and asked Kristine to feed Noah. And without denying she nodded and sat little toddler on baby chair and started feeding her. But he didn’t seem to like her attitude.Since the say Harry brought kids along with Kristine, she felt that Harry payed more attention to kids than her. Once she even wore short exposing clothes to arouse Harry, but instead of getting turned on, Harry grabbed her by her elbow gently and took inside the room only to scold her not to wear such clothes around kids It only flamed the fire inside Kristine more for his kids.

She tried feeding Noah forcefully when he suddenly pushed her away, spilling porridge all over her t-shirt and some on her hair.

“What’ve you done?!?!” she roared scaring Noah. Hearing his cries, Rose came running from the other room and started calming down his brother. But when her eyes fell on Kristine, he couldn’t help but let out a laugh seeing porridge sticking to her hair. Kristine’s eyes flared up with anger as she stood up and hovered Rose. Her hand rising up in the air.

Poor girl’s eyes filled with fear sensing what 

“you little piece of s-” she spat when suddenly rose ran and stuck to fer father’s leg crying.

“Daddy!!!” she cried as harry picked her up.

“Wha’s wrong poppet?” Harry asked rubbing her back.

“Kr-Kristine was going to hit me” she sobbed in his neck. Harry pulled away, his eyebrows furrowed as he set her down.

“What? I could never do that to you” Kristine cooed changing herself like a chameleon crouching beside Harry, in front of Rose. She pushed her hand away when Kristine tried to touch her.

“You lie!” Rose cried.

“Sh-she even was saying the S word” Rose cried.

“Oh god. “ Kristine said covering her mouth as tears fell down her eyes. Harry instantly wrapped his arms around her pulling her to him. 

“Apologize to kris” Harry old rose rubbing the small back of Kristine.

“No” Rose refused shaking her head showing Harry attitude.

“Don’ Rose. I said apologize” Harry warned and once again Rose denied. It set Harry off the verge. Harry stood up and took a breath trying not to explode on her daughter but he was helpless.

“GO TO YOUR ROOM NOW!” He shouted, making everyone in the room flinch. His loud voice making Noah to burst in tear once again. Rose’s breath hitched in as tears flooded her eyes.

“I hate you” she mumbled ever so softly before helping his brother down the chair and running to her room with him.

After coming back to his senses. He felt hurt. He felt disgusted for scaring his little girl like that. His own eyes getting wet as he sat on the ground with his head in his hands sobbing quietly. Kristine took the chance and brought him to her chest rubbing his back.

“Shhh baby. It’s okay”


As soon as Rose finished up telling you what happened to them on vacation, Y/n stomped out of her house and drove to their Harry’s house. Unfortunately, he wasn’t their and you were greeted by none other than his girlfriend, who was dressed in nothing but a pair of panties and his t-shirt.

“Oh hi. Come inside” she said  stepping aside for y/n to come in and she gladly did. Seeing Kristine was making his blood boil. Especially when she was wearing the ring in her necklace that you gifted Harry. You felt sick thinking about how stupid you were to fall for a guys like that.

“Stop” Y/n said trying to be calm. She didn’t wanted any foreplay.

“What?” Kristine asked innocently clearly aware as to why y/n was there.

“Stop being so two faced.And how dare you talk to my kids like that?!” Y/n shouted.

“Oh really? But you husband, oops i mean my boyfriend doesn’t seems to be bothered about it. And about your kids, it’ll be better f you keep them to yourself.” she said standing with her hands on her hips.

“Harry is their father! They have the whole right to be with him! And oh my god I cannot believe he actually likes a bitch like you!”

“Oh please darling he loves me. Probably because I’m not ugly,fat and emotional mess like you. When he spent that night with me, he told me how much he regretted marrying you and voila I helped him every night. All the time he said he was out, he was with me, inside me actually” she laughed

“and you know what? He’s smitten over me” She said. You let out a sob as her words hit you like a knife but you had to be strong, for your kids.

“God. He’s an Idiot. Never knew he fuck buddy would turn out to be someone like you” You spat hatefully.

“Wha’ do ya mean” Said a heavy voice. You turned around and saw Harry standing at the porch, Kristine wasted no time running to him and crying fake tears.

“shh baby. “ Harry said kissing her head before making his way to you. Your heart beat fastened as you took in to his face. He looked mesmerizing. So pure and gentle. He looked so good and it was clear that the divorce wasn’t affecting him where you looked completed opposite but he was too blinded to see how much you were hurting.

“I-I can’t believe you yelled at Rose” you stammered as he hovered you.

“Had to do that t’ teach her some manners. And wha’ did yeh by fuck buddy huh? I love her! Ge’ this fucking thing in your brain.” he said. He was getting red with every word he said.

“It’s alright Haz. I’m okay” Kristine said clutching to his arm sounding so poor and petite. All you wanted to do was to punch her straight in the face.

“No Kris! Nobody talks to m’love like that” He said eyeing you. His eyes dug in you were burning you. You felt naked and wrapped your arms around yourself but the time wasn’t to be. It was to fight.

“I didn’t said anything wrong Harry styles! She’s nothing but a slut, a fuck buddy whom you fucked every night, you spent every night with her moaning where I sat at home, awake the whole night wondering if you’re okay! While you’re kids kept asking for you!”

“And did you ever asked meh why was I? Let me tell yeh because you never were enough! Seeing your face disgusted me!” He yelled. His voice echoed in the house while every word he said.

Your heart clenched. Your chest felt heavy again as a tear rolled down your cheek. Never in a million years you thought he’d say something like this, but he did.

“You are the biggest regret of  my life” You whispered.

“If you’re done, I’d like you to leave” He said looking away. 

“didn’t you hear him Y/n?” Kristine said her tears all gone now replaced by happiness of you crying. You knew she was trying to evoke you and damn it did work. 

“Shut up you bit-” And before you could finish the whole sentence, Harry grabbed you my your elbow harshly and dragged to the porch.

“Get the fuck outta my house!”

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Oh well well. I’ve started hating Harry while writing this. Feedback please!