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Hockey Luke (Chapter Nineteen)

this chapter is kind of short and maybe kinda boring and tbh i have no idea what it is but yes pls read and the next chapters gonna be wild oops #nospoilers

so please dont hate me anyway yeah bye

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“Thanks a lot.”

“You very welcome.” I grinned up at Calum as we appeared next to me by my locker. He just gave me an unamused glare, rolling his eyes and crossing his arms over his chest. “What’s wrong with you?” I asked still an amused tone in my voice.

“The guys on the team teased me.” He grumbled, looking down at his feet. I raised my eyebrows in mock surprise, shutting my locker. “What happened?”

“It’s because of my nails that you painted. They made fun of me.” He muttered, starting to walk with me down the halls towards the exit. It was finally Friday (also the day of the game) but I wasn’t really sure if I was going to that.

“Aw Cal,” I cooed wrapping an arm around him. “I think you look great.” I said, looking at his hand. “I know right?” He said, making a smile perk up on my lips. “Y’know,” I said, smile growing. “You’re like their boss man, and you can like, control them so fuck ‘em.” I saw a smile starting to perk up on the corner of his lips as I spoke.

“So are you going to go home first or straight to the game?” Cal asked me, changing the subject. “Uhm,” I hesitated, not really sure how to tell him that I had no desire to go at all. “I don’t know Cal…” I trailed off. “Y/N,” Calum whined, tugging at my arm. “Are you not going?”

“I,” I stuttered, “I don’t know.” He gave me a look. “Please Y/N? It’s kind of a big game. Please?” He pleased, jutting his bottom lip out in a pout. “Cal,”

“I know that there’s like a million people that you don’t want to see there.” He cut you off. “But please? You don’t have to even talk to anyone. I promise that you can stick with me the entire night.” He said, and I was tempted to say yes.

“Fine.” I muttered, smile threatening to break out on my lips when I saw his face light up. “But let me go home first.” I said, as he wrapped his arms around me, thanking me a million times. “Yay!” He exclaimed, telling me that he’d meet me at the rink because he had to get there right away.

So I went home, mentally preparing myself for the game. Maybe I was thinking too much about this, because I was probably just going to sit on the bleachers and watch the game, maybe yell out a few things as they played and cheer for whoever won. Actually no, I was only going to cheer if my team won because there was no way in hell I was going to cheer to Mark’s team.

So I headed to the rink, letting my parents know that I was going to watch the game and that there was an eighty percent chance that I wouldn’t be home for dinner. They were used to me being out with the hockey team, and it’s not like my family minded since all of them were big hockey enthusiasts.

There were already a number of people at the rink; friends and some family always came to the games. I knew there was no chance that I was going to be seeing Calum before the game, so I simply headed over to the entrance of the bleachers. I always sat in the box with the coach, since I had special connections with the team. The coach did consider me the assistant after all.

Before I had a chance to get to my spot, I heard Calum’s familiar voice calling my name. “I thought that you bailed out!” He exclaimed, running over to hug me once again. “Jesus Cal,” I laughed, pushing him off. “Why would I bail out?”

“I don’t know.” He shrugged, letting me go. “I’m kinda nervous.” He confessed, without a single pause of silence. “You know that if we lose we get kicked out, right?”

“You’ll do great Cal.” I assured, giving him a soothingly (at least I hoped it was soothing) arm pat. “You’re like the best player on the team.” He scoffed at my words. “You know that Hemmings told me that you said the same thing to him.”

“What?” I asked, eyebrows furrowing in confusion. “I mean,” Calum continued speaking. “I know that you guys were like together at some point or something and I know that I’m not supposed to talk about it.” What the hell was he on about. “And you probably said it because you wanted him to stick it to you or something-”

“Cal!” I exclaimed, slapping his arm. “Sorry, sorry.” Calum laughed. “I’m just nervous. I’ll shut up now. But seriously, your little boyfriend looks all sulky. You should like, make out with him a bit.”

I wanted to remind him that this wasn’t my favorite subject but I felt bad because I’m sure Calum was sick about hearing about this. “I already did.” Was all I said. “What?” His eyebrows raised in confusion. “I already made out with him a little.”

“Y/N!” He exclaimed, eyes wide. “You never told me! When?” He was starting to draw attention to us with his loud exclamations. “A few nights ago. Here actually. At the rink.”

“Did he bang you against the lockers or something? I’m sorry.” He said, before I could yell at him again. “I’ll shut up. I’m sorry, I’m sorry. But seriously, you do you. Make out with him all you want. I should go, I need to stretch.”

“Good luck.” I smiled at him, watching him walk through the doors to the changing rooms. As soon as I saw him walk away, it was like someone another person was supposed to pop up. Because at that moment Mark seemed to appear out of thin air. “Hey, I thought I’d see you here.” He smiled. Why was he being so cheery.

“Are you still with blondie?” He asked, not eve giving me a chance to speak up. “Why do you care?” Was all I decided to say. “Just wondering.” He shrugged. “I don’t know. I was thinking about last year, and about you and me. I don’t know.”

I stopped him there. “Not happening.”

I almost wanted to laugh out loud. What the hell was his problem. Seriously, it was like there couldn’t be a single simple thing in my life. “Seriously, just like. Walk away.” I made little waving motions with my hands. “Okay, okay.” He raised his hands in defense.

And like I said before, everything seemed to be on cue. Because next I saw Luke. Mark was still standing in front of me. He saw the both of us as he walked past, towards the changing room where Calum had previously disappeared into. I found myself watching him walk by, like he had me in a trance. His eyebrows knotted together, look of confusion lacing his face.

I looked away, still surprised to see Mark standing in front of me. “I would say it was great to see you again. But that would be a very big lie, and don’t really like lying a lot. And I would say good luck for the game, but I really hope you lose.”

God, Calum better be happy that I had come. The game hadn’t even started yet, and I already felt a headache starting to form.

The Way It Was (Luke Hemmings)

Request: You and Luke recently broke up but all the guys beg you Togo to a party with them and you end up having a drunk hook up with Luke and get back together

I really actually liked how this turned out :) SMUT WARNING!

The break up was hard on me, to be completely honest. Never in a thousand years did I think that Luke and I would break up. In my mind, we would be together forever; get married, have kids, the whole deal.

In all honestly i knew it was the stress of tour that pushed him over the edge, but I couldn’t help but open my mouth when we would go to the bars and he would spend his time chatting up random girls instead of spending time with me. He never went home with any of them or so much as gave them a kiss, but he knew that the light arm touches and flirty conversations were his way of trying to push me away. And I had had it.

The fight was lengthy and we got no where, him screaming that it wasn’t a big deal, he was just talking to some nice girls. And me arguing that it was bullshit, he knew exactly what their intentions were. It finally resulted in him just saying he couldn’t do it anymore, the relationship. I was “suffocating” him, too controlling, i wasn’t letting him have fun. So I left with an eyeful of tears and a broken heart and went back to live at my apartment and continue with school in the fall semester.

The shitty part was that I missed the guys. Of course I missed Luke, but I couldn’t help that he didn’t get where I was coming from; it was a lost cause, really. But Michael and Ashton had become like (very annoying) brothers to me, and Cal was my best friend. I secretly kept in contact with all of them occasionally, but Calum and I talked every day. Luke would probably freak out if he knew that his best friend was still talking to his ex, so Calum kept me in his phone as my middle name, Luke would never catch on.

As far as I know Lukes pretty much been doing what I’ve been doing: going out, drinking and hooking up. I found a few nice boys to fill my desire but so much of me missed having a relationship, and no one understood me the way Luke did.

I was sitting on my couch in my apartment while my roommate Caroline tapped away furiously at an essay she had to submit by tomorrow morning. Suddenly my phone rang.

“Hello?” i answered, not bothering to look at the caller ID.

“Hey!” i heard Cal’s cheery voice at the other end.

“Hey what’s up!” I responded back. I rarely got to hear his voice so it was a nice change of pace from just texting.

“Oh nothing, Michael and I are just fucking around with the xbox and since tour’s over and stuff I don’t have to worry about Mr. Cranky asking me who Im on the phone with,” he laughed. I rolled my eyes knowing exactly what he meant.

“So obviously he suspects were talking then.”

“Well…yeah but I mean he has no proof so he couldn’t ever really say anything. He’s just suspicious.”

I began picking at a loose thread from my running shorts, something I had planned to do but decided today was not the day for exercise.

“Well Im glad at least that we can talk now. As much as Luke was a dick to me I miss the rest of you,” I admitted.

“We miss you too!” I heard Michael scream from the background.

I laughed, just reminiscing in old memories I had with them.

“Aaaaanyway,” Calum continued, “ are you busy tonight?”

“Uh,” I thought about it. I mean I wasn’t really but just incase I didn’t want to do whatever I knew he was about to suggest I had to at least sound like i might be. “I have a lot of reading to do for my classes on Monday, why?”

“Well,” he started, sounding like he was readjusting his position wherever he was, “one of our friends is having an end of the summer party, and I wanted to know if you’d come.”

“Yeah…uh…Im not sure Cal.”

“Please! We miss you a lot! And you don’t have to drink if you don’t want to either, Michael’s DD tonight so you’ll have a sober friend to talk to!”

“Ill need to drink if he’s gonna be there,” I admitted, biting my lip.

“I don’t even know if he’s coming to be honest. He’s just been so weird and not himself lately. And if he is, hey, say hi, be nice, or you can just avoid him and hang with us. He’s been doing his own thing lately anyway.”

I thought about it seriously for a moment. “Ugh, if I go, can you promise you won’t get super wasted? I actually wanna see you guys!”

“So you’ll come?!”

“Only on that condition.”

“Yeah fine, whatever. We’ll come by and grab you around 10 if thats alright.”

“Sounds good!”

I hung up the phone and threw my head back. Peeking over at Caroline, she smiled at me.

“You will have an interesting night, thats for sure” she giggled.

“Tell me about it,” I groaned, getting up to shower.


Walking up to the house, I began to get nervous. Calum and I did a few shots in the car so that I wasn’t completely sober when I showed up, just in case Luke made an appearance immediately.

I adjusted my skin-tight skirt a little lower, focusing on walking properly in my heels.

“You’ll be ok” Michael insisted, leading me inside with a hand on my lower back. I just looked up at him, not sure if I was believing anything he was saying.

As we stepped in, Calum spotted Ashton with his girlfriend Bryana in the corner of the packed living room and called him over.

“Hey bud — Y/N!!! I haven’t seen you in forever what are you doing here!?” Ashton asked excitedly, bringing me in for a hug.

“Allll Calum’s idea,” I slurred slightly, the alcohol giving me a comfortable buzz.

As I gave Bryana a tight hug, I heard Ashton talking with Michael.

“Dude you know he’s here, right?”

“He said he wasn’t coming, what the fuck.”

“Yeah well he changed his mind, he’s somewhere in the back of this place, not sure.”

My eyes were now fixed on Ashton, my stomach going crazy with nerves.

“You’ll be fine, Y/N. He’s had a bit to drink.” Ashton tried comforting me, placing a hand on my shoulder.

“Lets go get a drink!” Bryana smiled at me, leading me through the crazy busy living room and into the kitchen, where various bottles of alcohol were strewn across the island. She mixed me a vodka with orange juice, before grabbing a cooler for herself.

“So I guess the plan is to avoid Luke tonight at all costs huh?” she asked.

“Yep,” I said, throwing back at least half the drink.

“Well don’t worry, Im pretty sure he’s in the dining room playing beer pong, so you should be ok for a while.”

Just then we heard some noise coming from that very room.

“Im out!”
“Shit man, wheres the beer bitch?”
“Luuuuuke, you’re up buddy.”

“Wait what?” I turned to Bryana.

“He spilled his bottle of beer all over the carpet earlier, and as party-rules go, he’s now the beer bitch. He just has to fetch everyones drinks when they run out.” Suddenly her eyes went wide realizing we were in drink heaven: the kitchen.

Before I could walk away, I saw the familiar head of blonde hair walk through the kitchen. He looked good, dressed in a black t-shirt and skinny jeans, his feet adorned in black boots, the ones I had picked out for him in New York. My mouth went dry and the room began to spin, it was like falling in love all over again.

He stopped before he reached the fridge, just staring at me while I stared back at him. He looked to Bryana, then back to me, still very confused.

“Hello ladies,” he finally said, opening the fridge while his eyes stayed trained on me the entire time.

“Surprised?” I asked, feeling a little risky as I cocked my eyebrow.

“Oh yeah,” he said, retrieving the beer and shutting the door. He walked backwards to wards the dining room.

“Ill see you later,” he said before disappearing.


After many drinks between Bryana and I, we wound up in the living room talking with the rest of the boys. Somehow drunk Luke had made his way over to drunk me and dragged me away to a place near the TV stand that was a little less crowded.

Now here we were, Luke leaned against the wall while i stood in front of him, playing with the silver necklace that dangled from his neck.  His hands were shoved comfortably in his pockets, his eyes trained on me.

We talked about how the end of tour went, how his mum was and how he had totally NOT spilled his drink earlier in the night (although I didn’t believe a word of it).

“Luke,” I said, fiddling the necklace between my fingers.

“Yes?” he replied.

“Why did you break up with me?” I pouted. In my drunken state i somehow found the confidence to ask the question that had been eating at me.

“I don’t know,” he huffed. I gave him a disapproving look, I knew he had a better answer than that.

“Drunk Luke knows nothing, Y/N,” he smirked.

“You’re a dick,” I glared, letting go of the necklace and placing my palm flat against his chest.

“And you’re hot as fuck,” his voice lowered, his face just an inch away from mine. I bit my lip to see what would happen, as it always drove him over the edge.

His right hand all but flew from his pocket and wrapped around my waist, pulling me to him. He pressed his lips to mine and it felt like home. Fireworks erupted inside of me as our lips moved slowly together, finding a comfortable rhythm. It was desperate and heated, my hands now gripping the material of his t-shirt hard. His other hand rested on top of mine, causing another surge of excitement to run through me.

We pulled away from each other, both us panting and wanting more, our lips puffy. My eyes fell down to his neck, my favourite spot of his. I used to leave marks there every night, him whining about having to cover them in the morning but secretly loving it.

“Go ahead,” he teased, knowing exactly what I wanted to do. The alcohol was hitting both of us hard, I had no idea why I was doing this, but it felt good. Did i want to sleep with him that night? Of course, no one had fucked me as good as Luke could and I was craving him. But I had no clue what he wanted.

I moved quickly to attach myself to his neck, sucking the fragile skin between my teeth and into my mouth. As I worked myself on him, I felt him reach behind me and grab someone.

“Dan,” Luke yelled in a hush. Dan was the host, I assumed by what came next.

“Yeah mate?”

“You got anywhere in this house free…you know,” he asked, tightening his grip around me. I cupped the opposite sided of his neck, helping to keep him still while I marked him up with dark red spots, grinning at his request.

“Uh, yeah, yeah. Room upstairs with the double doors is mine, Ill make sure to stay out for a while.”

“Much appreciated,” i heard Luke thank him before he tapped my bum, causing me to look up.

“Wanna go?” he asked, I could smell the alcohol coming from his breath.

I didn’t say anything, just wiggled out of his arm and went as fast as I could upstairs. On my way up I saw Cal and Mikey out of the corner of my eye, obviously not sure what was happening and if it was a good idea. I could feel Luke trailing behind me and as we got upstairs where it was significantly quieter, he immediately ran to Dan’s room, throwing open the doors.

Once inside with locked doors Luke sat on the edge of the messy queen-sized bed and began to kick his shoes off. Wasting no time, i stumbled over to him, dropping to my knees and getting to work on his pants. Getting the belt undone, I made quick work of the buttons and violently yanked down his pants and boxer briefs at the same time, exposing his only semi-hard erection.

“Jesus, Y/N, easy,” he said through gritted teeth as I began stroking him.

“You don’t get to tell me what to do anymore, Luke,” I countered, pumping him fast to get him to full hardness, using some of my spit to lube up his cock. He always had a little trouble when he drank in excess, I however had a much easier time getting off.  

“I do, when it comes to my body,” he said, eyebrows raised. Taking him into my mouth, I worked in tandem with my hand to blow him properly.

“To be fair,” i said, pulling off, “I wouldn’t insult the girl who’s got your dick in her mouth.” I placed him back in my mouth, moving my toungue around the tip, making him moan.

“Not insulting, just asking for a little respect is all,” he managed to squeak out. I began to play with his balls in an effort to distract him from my next comment.

“Like the respect you had for me the night you decided to ignore me for some worthless trashy excuse for gi— “

I was interrupted by Luke’s hand laced into my hair, dragging my up as he stood from the bed.

“You know I wasn’t seriously interested?” He growled, forcing me to look at him.

“Then why did you pretend to be?” I countered. He quickly pushed my skirt up with his other hand, pushing my panties to the side and feeling how wet I was; alcohol always made me horny.

“ To piss you off,” he admitted, his liquid courage starting to show through.

“Fuck you,” i spat though gritted teeth.

Next thing i know he had grabbed me, turned me and threw my on the bed. He made quick work of stripping me down to nothing, violently ripping at my clothes. Rough angry sex with Luke was always the most exhilarating, and he knew exactly what I liked from it.

He left his shirt on, but removed his bottoms and socks, his hard-on standing straight out and begging for attention.

“You’re gonna learn not to insult me, baby girl,” he whispered. Reaching into the back pocket of his jeans from the floor, he retrieved a condom from his wallet. As he ripped it open and began to roll it onto himself, I spoke back.

“And you’re gonna learn not to be a complete ass to the girl who would have done everything for you.” Still standing off the bed, Luke hooked his arm around my right thigh and dragged me so my crotch sat right at the edge of the bed, his eyes angry and needy at the same time. Testing me again to make sure I was still wet, he grabbed his cock in his hands and placed it at the entrance to my vagina, pushing in quickly, not allowing me time to accommodate him.

“Feel good?” He smirked, keeping his arm hooked around my leg so it rested near his ribcage. I only let out a small “fuck,” grabbing a fistful of the duvet behind me head.

“You’re still an ass,” I managed as he thrusted in and out of me, his other hand gripped tightly on hip hip to keep me steady as he fucked me.

“And you’re still hot,” he admitted, his forehead becoming sweaty.

“Shit” I let out in reaction to his penis buried deep inside me, I forgot how good he felt.

“Fuck I missed this pussy,” Luke moaned, his thrusts picking up, making me go breathless.

“It missed you,” I responded as soon as he had slowed. Forgetting all about our anger from just a minute ago, Luke laughed, bending over to press a sweet kiss to my lips, our torsos pressed firmly together.

He moved to my neck, placing wet kisses everywhere there and on my collarbones. His arm was still hooked around my leg and he began hitting me at a new angle, causing me to throw my head back in pleasure.

“Fuuuuuck,” I drawled out, the alcohol only heightening my experience.

“Feel good baby?” He mumbled against my neck.

“Mhm,” i managed, biting my lip. I fisted at the t-shirt still on him, grabbing at the fabric and moving it up his torso to reveal his tummy. I gripped his hip, trying my best to control his movements but with no luck.

“Yeah? Want me to take care of you, pretty girl?”

“Fuck…Please Luke,” I begged. At my request, he moved his head to look directly into my eyes, our noses touching. He slipped his hand in between us, pressing his two fingers to my clit, rubbing in unorderly, sloppy circles.

I clamped my eyes shut, unable to contain my pleasure.

“Baby open your eyes, wanna watch you cum,” he ordered sweetly, using his other arm to hold himself up right above me.

He kissed me before I opened my eyes. Looking into his, I felt the pressure of my orgasm building, knowing I wouldn’t be able to hold it off for much longer. As I began to climax I reactively placed my palm flat against his belly trying to hold him off.

Continuing to stimulate my clit, I couldn’t hold on any longer. Struggling to keep my eyes open, my back arched into him, my pussy clenching around him hard and slow.

“Fuck fuck fuck.”

“Mm yeah, cum for me baby, you look so good when you cum for me” Luke moaned. Coming down from my amazing orgasm, I was still shaking and trying to control my breathing.

Luke pressed a kiss to my cheek, “good girl,” he cooed.

Pushing himself up above me, he stayed hovered over my body but extended his arms, to lessen the deep angle he had previously been thrusting at. Still though, I was way too sensitive for him keep going.

“Luke,” I called.

“Yeah,” he said, going easy with his thrusts while he waited for me to completely come down.

“‘M to sensitive,” I whined, feeling the dizzying effects of the alcohol hit me.

“Im almost done sweetheart,” he said gently. I smiled at the pet name, always one of my favourites. “Want me to pull out,” he asked, looking a little disappointed.

I nodded. “But I’ll finish you its ok,” I smiled. He slipped out of me and leaned down to press  quick kiss to my lips.

“Take it off,” i motioned to the condom and Luke did so, throwing it in the garbage next to the bed. I slipped off the bed, still dizzy and turned us so that Lukes thighs rested against the side of the bed.

Grabbing him in my left hand, I placed him in my mouth and began stroking. Using my right hand, i slid it from his hip and upwards, dragging that stupid t-shirt. My hand stayed positioned on his upper stomach; it was warm and sweaty.

I began to feel him get even harder and removed my mouth from him. Pumping him fast I looked up at Luke, his eyes closed and his hand gripping mine that was pressed against his torso. I felt his tummy muscles flex beneath my palm and opened my mouth. Placing the tip right against my bottom lip, I held his cock still as it twitched, emptying his load into my mouth. In a way I didn’t mind, the taste of him was familiar. Milking him for every last drop, I waited before closing my mouth and swallowing.

Luke was silent, sitting down on the edge of the bed and wiping his forehead of sweat.

I just stayed on my knees, unsure of what to do. We had hooked up drunk and now I didn’t know what to do. I was about to panic when i felt his hands grip underneath my arms, lifting me up to his level, and then laying back on the bed with me pressed tightly beside him.

I swung my leg over his body instinctively and placed my hand on his chest.  He moved to press a kiss to my temple.

“I missed you,” he mumbled, now playing my my fingers.

“You’re drunk Luke.”

“Mhm, but I still missed you.”

“Why did you break up with me,” i tried asking for the second time that night.

“Because I thought I would enjoy being single like Cal and Michael, but then I realized,” he stopped.

“Realized what?” I asked.

“I was too in love to enjoy being single”

I looked up at him, suddenly feeling a familiar feeling in my chest.

“You hurt me, Luke.”

“I know, I’m sorry baby girl. I only chatted up those girls to see if you would break up with me, I didn’t really have the guts to do that to you. I was stupid, I know its a stupid reason.”

“I was willing to fight for it Luke.”

“Uh…are you still willing to fight? Because if so I’d love to get back into the game.”

I just smiled and pressed a lingering kiss to his lips.

All Grown Up

Request: Hey! I really love your blog, your one shots are pretty amazing. Could you please write a one shot where the reader is Sam and Deans little sister, and they found out she’s with Cas, and get super protective? Please? I will love you forever! - Anon

Words: 1184

Written By: Samantha

Pairing: Cas x Reader + Family

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“What did we tell you about staying out too late?” Dean’s low, frustrated voice pounded into your ear as you walked through the door. True, it was 1:30 in the morning, but you were a big girl now and didn’t need a curfew.

“I can take care of myself,” you huffed, dropping your purse against the wall before flicking your shoes off and shrugging off your coat. You were used to his protective nature and tried to ignore it.

“Yeah, I know that… But I also know all the things that come out at night and I don’t want you to get caught in that when you’re alone alone,” Dean persisted, blocking your way as you tried to squeeze past him, avoiding eye contact as you shrugged your shoulders.

“I wasn’t alone, okay!” You exclaimed, suddenly sounding very annoyed. You hadn’t noticed Sam come up behind Dean until just now and you groaned, leaning against the wall as you realized you were about to get a double wham of brotherly drama.

“Who were you with?” Sam asked, sounding concerned as he crossed his arms.

You sighed, rolling your eyes a little bit, “It’s none of your business I can handle my-“ you were stopped as Castiel walked through the front door behind you.

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You Don’t Believe Me (p.6)

PART SIX – You Don’t Believe Me

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Plot Line: Y/N finds somewhere to hide while the others worry, and then another decision making circumstance arises. 

Smut: none

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 Part One // Part Two // Part Three // Part Four // Part Five

It was crazy to think that while the world was looking for me, I wasn’t lost– simply lost in my own world. At this point I didn’t actually know anyone was looking for me. But when I got home I sure would have a shock. But for now I swung back and fourth on the swings watching the night sky move as tears fell effortlessly down my cheeks. Ashton was right, what the fuck was I doing? I didn’t know, all I knew was I was in fucking love with two people, two of my best friends and my heart hurt. It felt more like physical pain that the emotional kind and that was eating me up. Running a hand down my face I cried into my hands more, and the sobs got louder. I’d been crying so hard I hadn’t even noticed the presence beside me until I heard a scuffling a little while after I’d silenced myself. Looking over I saw a man, well a teenage boy around the same age as myself staring at  me. Who was he? And why was he here? I gulped a little as he offered me a smile that was to wide. My smile that I tried to offer back was pathetic and unbelievable.

’‘Y/N, right?” the voice asked causing me to raise an eyebrow as I nodded.

“Yeah…and you are?” I asked back, confused to how this guy knew my name. He laughed lightly.

“The names Harry, I was walking home when I saw your little…altercation with Irwin” Harry said, and then it hit me– Harry Styles, the guy from our rival school; Brookway. I just shrugged at his mention of Ashton, I wanted it to disappear from my mind as if it never happened. Harry looked at me for a few seconds before he diverted his eyes to the sky.

“So are you going to tell me why a pretty girl like yourself is sobbing her heart out in a park at two in the morning alone?” Harry asked, his voice was concerned and it was nice someone seemed to care how much I was hurting.

“How does this sound for a tragic cliché high school love story” I said taking a breath before I continued “I was in love with  my best friend for six years, but he couldn’t see it and was dating a girl who was mean and my other best friend Michael said to date him to make Luke jealous…Luke being the original best friend” I paused to see if Harry was following and he just nodded for me to carry on. “So I start flirting with Michael and we go out and…then I start to develop these feelings for Michael seen as Luke hadn’t really been around much. Well anyways Luke then decided he loved me and broke up with his girlfriend…but he told me literally hours after me and Michael had lost our virginities to each other. And then tonight after me and Michael decided we were official we went to this freaking party and Luke was wasted so I put him to bed…and…me and Luke kissed and now my head is fucked up” I whisper the last part and hadn’t realised Harry had started rubbing my back as more tears spilled down my cheeks.

“well that sounds like the start of a really fucked up fanfiction or something…” Harry said causing me to burst into laughter, his eyes lit up as he laughed with me.

“What the hell is a fanfiction?” I asked creasing my eyebrows together, Harry’s eyes went wide.

“Are you serious? You have never read a fanfic?” Harry asked, almost like an excited puppy. I laughed again shaking my head. “Right give me your phone and one of these days I’m sending you some” Harry stated, I laughed again handing my phone over. For a few seconds I’d forgotten my problems while Harry made me laugh. I needed a friend away from all of this, from the drama and the boys and I think I may have just found one.

10am the next morning

Harry was walking me home as we talked about everything, and anything. He told me about this girl back at his school who he liked and how she was dating his friend. I was quick yo tell him not to date someone to make her jealous, he seemed to find it funny as he laughed with me. I walked with him until my house appeared at the end.

“This is my stop” I said with a sigh realising that I’d have to go back to normal life now. Harry seemed to sense my uneasiness as he turned me to face him.

“You have my number, if you ever  need to escape just drop me a text. OK?” Harry asked.

“Yeah, thank you. Same goes for you” I said with a small smile. Waving at him I took off in the direction of my house. Walking up the steps I groaned knowing that my mother was home; she wasn’t supposed to be here today. Sighing I looked at all the miss calls and texts that I hadn’t bothered to even open, as I pushed my key into the front door and step inside. But what I wasn’t expecting was to see my mother, Luke, Michael, Calum and Ashton all in the living room mumbling between themselves. When I shut the door behind me all their heads snapped up.

Michael was the first out of his seat as he ran at me engulfing me in his arms, I barely hugged back as I felt something churning in my stomach. This hug felt wrong. Taking a step back from his grasp I heard my mother approach; great.

“I-I was so worried! Where were you?” My mother asked, instead of being stern like I expected her voice was sad and soft. I leant my body into her and sighed and from that small gesture she knew something was wrong. Turning slightly she looked at the boys

“Could you go outside and give me and Y/N some time?” My mother asked as all the boys mumbled and headed to our back yard. My mother guided me to the sofa and sat me down looking at me. “What’s happened?” she asked and I told her everything, and when I mean everything– every little detail down to me and Michael having sex and I spilt my head and my heart to her. My mother was that woman you could talk to about anything and as I finished she took me into her arms and just hugged me– this Is what I’d needed these last few days.

'I-I’m sorry I just like off loaded all that onto you’’ I whispered and she shook her head vigorusly.

“That’s what I’m here for stupid” she muttered into my hair before pulling back looking into my eyes. “Now I’m going to give you my honest opinion, about everything” she said matter-of-factly so I just nodded. “Michael is a sweet boy, but Luke? He’s been there through everything. He sat with you when you cried about your period. Luke punched the guy who pushed you over and I see the way he looks at you. I always have but you two were just too blind to say anything. But today and last night I saw the way Michael panicked, and the way he spoke about you…they both love you very much” My mother paused and I just looked at the ground. “But I know you, and I know how you see Luke Y/N. If you truly love Michael then let Luke go, but if in your heart you honestly know Luke is the one…then you need to do something about it” My mother finished my kissing my temple as she got up to tell the boys to come back in.

“MOM” I yelled as she turned to look at me. “Send Michael in…I need to talk to him” I whispered. She gave me a soft smile and nodded. I needed to tell Michael how I felt about Luke, how I’d always felt. I just didn’t know how he’d take it.

It was quiet  as Michael entered, hands in pockets quickly dropping down beside me on the sofa; knee’s touching and my heart racing. How could I break this boy’s heart after everything? Biting and nibbling on my lip I looked at him from the corner of my eye. Michael looked tired and beat as his eyes kept his gaze on his hands which were shaking. 

 ’’M-“ before I could finish he kissed me, with such ferocity and power that I was taken aback and kissed him back. It lasted a matter of seconds before he pulled away. ’'I needed to do that once more before you break my heart” Michael whispered as a single tear fell down his cheek and my heart shattered because I did love him, more than I’d been allowing myself to realise but I also loved Luke with the same power. I just began sobbing again which seemed to take Michael by surprise as his large arms and hands wrapped around my body pulling me into his lap. Kissing my hair he rocked me and I felt safe. I just kept crying as he whispered sweet nothings in my ear. 

 ’'I-I hate loving the both of you Michael, because you are so good to me, and you haven’t done anything to make me doubt that but Luke’s been that guy for six fucking years’’ I cried and Michael nodded and stroked his index finger down my cheek. 

“You do what you have to do to be happy baby girl, because whether it’s me or Luke I’m going to love you and be waiting for him to fuck up” Michael stated and as I looked into his eyes I knew he’d never hurt me, he’d never break my heart. Luke? I couldn’t be so sure and I once again changed my mind as I kissed Michael. He seemed taken back but quickly responded bringing both his hands to my face. Pulling away for breath our foreheads rested together. “I will love you every day, of every fucking hour” Michael told me and I nodded. 

 ’'I love you Michael Clifford’’ I replied, bringing a hand to rest in his hair. Shaking my head Michael looked at me confused. “Me and Luke kissed last night…that’s why I ran off” I admitted worriedly and Michael laughed causing me to raise an eyebrow. 

“Luke was quick to tell me this morning, I knew it was going to happen at some point because I mean– the nature in which we got together” Michael admitted. I looked at him with sad eyes. “What?” he asked. 

“How can you be OK with what I did?” I asked my voice barley about a whisper. 

“Because I’d walk across fire for you, do you hear me?” Michael asked, shifting so I was gazing right into his eyes. “Y/N I would do anything for you, and maybe Luke would do that too but I’m telling you. I would go through fucking hell to make sure you are OK. So if it’s me or Luke then just know I will always be here” Michael stated, he was so serious his eyes were watering. He meant it. 

“it’s you” I whispered. Michael nodded placing his lips to my head, I finally felt that spark. That one I only felt with Luke, maybe it wasn’t as strong but it was there. “I-I need to talk to Luke” I grumble, burying my face in his shoulder with a sigh. Michael nodded placing his chin on top of my head. 

 ’'Want me to do it with you?“ Michael asked and I murmured a 'yes’ into him. This was going to be painful, but I could trust Michael more than Luke when it came to my heart. Luke was an amazing friend but it took someone else to love me for him to realise I was even worth it. Sighing I looked up at Michael. 

’'Oh by the way Calum met someone” Michael said and my eyes widened.

 ’'Finally? Mr playboy met someone?“ I squealed earning the laugh I loved from Michael.

’'Her name’s Kasia, she’s a half polish girl. Calum noticed her at the party and they hit it off pretty fast” Michael explained and I smiled wide. 

“About time” I murmured. 

“Tell me about it” Michael said a little too loud. 

“Michael you are yelling!” I said with a giggle. 

“Shut up you sound like Ashton” Michael whined as I once again giggle kissing his neck before I sighed. 

“Can you get Luke too come in?” I asked with sad eyes and Michael nodded. 

just so ya’ll know this isn’t near the end,  I have a lot of ideas for this if you keep requesting. Is Michael as good as he seems? What does Luke know about Michael that he’s hiding? THERE’S A LOT HAPPENING AND I HOPE YOU ARE EXCITED.




Molly left London years and years ago. Sherlock wanted her to stay, but he didn’t know why. He doesn’t ask her to. And time passes. And then one day he texts her for no particular reason other than for her opinion on something. And every single day after goes like that, back and forth, either texts, or email or even on occasion phone calls. 

The door to the café swept open under his gloved hand. Voices and music drowning out his thoughts for a moment. The moment didn’t last long enough before he was flung once more with the frenzy of his own thoughts, rattled and vague and messy - “Sherlock?” His mind stood still all of a sudden, turning almost obedient at the soft honeyed voice that spoke across the brash sounds and annoyances plaguing the insides of the café.

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anonymous asked:

Do you see Zarry having codes with each other, like whenever they're in a room with a whole bunch of people and want to say something cute or nasty to one another but can't because it's not the appropriate time or place, they would say things like "That cake you made last night was delicious" as to say that the sex act performed on them last night was great, you know things like that?

Oh my god, absolutely. They’re probably talking about sex like, 75% of the time. It’s why they randomly break out into giggles sometimes during conversations. The other boys get really annoyed sometimes, when they’re just all talking and then Harry will say something and Zayn will snort and give Harry a Look and Harry will preen and waggle his eyebrows back, or Zayn will say something and Harry will blush a little but make eyes back. Sometimes they’ll say something random, like ‘putting on my shoes’, and then suddenly they’ll disappear and everyone else will roll their eyes being like “really, that meant they want to have sex?” (no, it meant something much more specific, Harry will later explain, licking his lips like a cat who got the canary while Zayn looks a little dazed and a lot satisfied).