niall is getting his braces of

This Day in 1D History - April 3


  • “More findings..wonder which job Louis has enjoyed the most? :)” (via Hannah’s Twitter)


  • Niall gets his braces off!!!!! and hits Wagamama with Eoghan to celebrate :)))


  • #weewilliewinkie (via Gemma Chan’s Insta)


  • the Sun releases the first official post-Zayn 1D pic <33


  • video posted of Niall and the Justins surprising everyone at the Drive, Chip & Putt !
  • Harry is a gd terror out in LA
  • and Nick takes the piss (”self obsessed much!”)

anonymous asked:

Omf g you need to continue that blurb of Niall and his friend being stormed in ..I need to know what happens after 😩 btw you're really an amazing writer ☺️😘

Part One

When your phone buzzed during your Econ class, you didn’t even have to look at the screen to know who it was.  You’d seen the weather report before you left your dorm room for class.  Or rather, your roommate had commented about how a “fucking monsoon” was supposed to hit that afternoon before you left the room.

Considering what had happened last time there was a power outage, it didn’t take a rocket scientist to know Niall was gonna call.

You quickly sent the call to voicemail and put your phone away, realizing your professor was giving you that disappointed look for having your phone out during class.

Once outside on the quad and out of the intense glare of any unhappy professors you tapped your voicemail and put the phone to your ear.

“Hey…”  He cleared his throat, “It’s uh…it’s me.  So…”  He cleared his throat again, “Made some enchiladas and I could feed a small country with how much so if you uh…”  He seemed to be stumbling a bit and it made you smile, “So if you wanna come over and help me eat em…I couldn’t think of a better way t’gain ten pounds.”  He stayed quiet, “Call me.”  He finished, hanging up the phone.

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Let's Not... Please

I want to start off by explaining my reason on making this post: a conversation I had with a friend did not go well. Of course, I love Cody’s villainous character in Teen Wolf and of course, this friend of mine hates Theo. It frustrates me because while we were watching the last episode, they had the nerve to state that, “Theo is still a bad person. He hasn’t changed.”

People should really stop hating on Theo in Teen Wolf. It pisses me off that even after season 5 has ended and Theo is back, some still have negative things to say about him. While you guys are hating on him, why don’t you also hate on Peter Hale? After all, this guy has done worse in the show, yet no one wants to call him out on his actions and why you guys do that, I still don’t know why.

You can not join a fandom and be fake at the same time because it just shows that you’re not a true fan. That’s like you hating Niall Horan from 1D because of his crooked teeth but once he gets braces and they come off, all of a sudden he’s “hot” in your eyes and automatically you’re a true 1D fan. Every character should be treated equally in this show. Everyone loved Void Stiles and Peter Hale so why can’t we love Theo?

Another thing I want to add is that Cody has feelings. Therefore, if his character is a villain and he’s the most hated person, he’s going to feel upset in real life. It’s not fair that Peter Hale or Void Stiles can be villains and we can love them but we can’t do the same to Cody.

Personally, I adore Theo Raeken. I think that he was great as a villain in season 5 and him returning this season makes me really happy. I know he’s not back to cause damage but fix it and thats what makes it more exciting. He’s realized that he’s done bad and obviously, there’s a part of him that is still human. He’s doing his best to make his life better and we as a fandom should understand that instead of bashing an actors character.

Please, I just want everyone to not treat Cody like this. I feel bad for him because some of us are supposed to be true fans of this show yet they want to find someone to hate on. For those of you who agree with what I’m saying, thank you.

Your love is needed for Cody, Theo, and I.

headcanon of the day is of niall and harry at a party - any party - after an argument of some kind. something about the nature of their relationship, the uncertainty of the perimeters of it raised by one of them that makes the trip to the party in question strange - makes them both feel out out sync, like their heartbeats are out of tune.

other people happen, alcohol happens, and once they meet again it’s hard to speak. harry corners niall somewhere – finds support in walls and a sticky floor and braces the soles of his shoes for possible resistance. he won’t let niall get away without words of reassurance. can’t keep celebrating one thing or another unless he knows that niall knows. so he says, “I do love you. You know that, right? That I love you.” and niall doesn’t say it back. he probably rolls his eyes, placates with a hum of “yeah. yeah, haz, sure,” and presses lightly with wide palms over that defined chest, those familiar pecs that absorb the hitches of his breath so beautifully when they’re intimate with each other.

and harry is drunk, and harry is in love, and harry has a heart in that chest that tunes into niall better when they’re close like this, and he doesn’t protect it as well near niall as he does within the rest of the world, so he’s hopeful. runs on that hope and the alcohol and the love, and blindly believes that niall truly knows. that he’s fluent enough in harry that he gets the weight of his words, of his confession. so he presses a sloppy kiss to niall’s lips, and makes the prettiest noise when niall sighs out fond exasperation in the gap between them before drawing harry back in for another kiss. a proper one, with tongues covered in alcohol.

and then, when harry’s staggered back out among the people and is dancing with all those long limbs and that pretty face as though the world can’t possibly be better, someone comes up to an entranced niall and asks him how he is these days, if he’s seeing anyone. and niall can’t believe himself. can’t believe that he is in love with that fool over there. can’t believe that there was a time in his life when he wasn’t. and he says, “well.. there’s that,” with a nod over at the hurricane on the floor, and he’s never been happier.

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and choke on the memories

“I’m okay.” Niall smiles, and it’s forced, and Harry wishes his cold-tipped fingers could do something to bring the color back to Niall’s sunken cheeks but they can’t and he’s left reaching toward emptiness and wondering if dying a hero is worth leaving the man he loves to live a life alone. “Sometimes it feels like he’s still here.”

Harry sighs. That’s ‘cause I am.

(Or, wherein Harry dies in one of the most heroic ways possible but Niall’s still very much alive and he’s forced to watch Niall live the rest of his life with no possibility of contact till he’s able to find the reason why he can’t move on to the afterlife.)

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anonymous asked:

Can you please write a blurb about you coming on to Niall and he's tired and he turns you down and you get upset and his reaction?! I kinda imagine him coming back from his golf event yesterday all tired and you went back to the hotel early and he just wants to have a beer and watch a bit more golf and you are needy! Thanks xx


The early mornings and jet lag were finally catching up to you.  You’d been on your feet all day traipsing behind your boyfriend as he played a nine hole celebrity golf match.  You were tired, it was cold, you missed California, you missed London, you missed your life.  You were determined not to let your own pity party rain on Niall’s parade though.  This was a huge week for him and it was likely going to be the last bit of peace and quiet for a long while.  Only you and few other key people knew that in less than 24 hours Niall would be releasing his first single as a solo artist.  The label was afraid they wouldn’t be able to keep it a secret much longer and this way they could squeeze it in before the Grammy nomination cut off date.  

Niall had taken everything in stride, never letting on any apprehension or stress. When you’d pressed him to talk about his feelings he’d shrugged and said, “S’not gonna make or break me babe.  It’s just a bit of fun.”  You’d shook your head at him incredulously.  How did he not realize what a huge deal this was?  You were already bracing for the onslaught of interviews and social media frenzy.  The knot of stress in your stomach was getting tighter and tighter, and your natural reaction was to become a bit clingy.

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           The sea stretched out from the docks, blue and glinting with golden rays from the sun. The wind rustled through Niall’s hair, and he shivering from its cool touch. With a deep exhale, Niall stepped onto the dock, flip flops slapping against the wood as he marched over to the boat he would be staying in for two days. This was what he needed, he decided. A fun little mini vacation with his mates to get his mind off of things, and his heart healing.

           “Oy, Niall!” Louis cheered and Niall glanced up, squinting slightly from the bright sun. Louis waved energetically from the top deck of the boat – more like a mini cruise ship, really – and pointed to Niall’s right. “Your room is the last one on the right!”

           “Thanks, mate,” Niall called back up, shifting the duffel on his shoulder. Bracing his hand against the rail of the boat, Niall stepped cautiously from the dock to the aisle, eyeing the crack between the two spaces warily. He didn’t like the idea of falling in, although the water looked very beautiful, a clear blue. But who would want to go swimming near the docks? There were all sorts of unsavory things down in the water there. And pelicans. Niall shivered at the thought of those birds, and gave a cursory glance around for them. Luck was on his side. No pelicans were nearby.

           Once on the boat, Niall followed Louis’s directions to his room. The door was on the outer walkway, facing the water. Niall opened the door and carefully walked down the steps into his sunken cabin, flicking on a switch to illuminate the room better. It wasn’t the biggest room, but it was more than satisfactory in Niall’s opinion. A single bed was pushed against the wall, just room enough for him to stretch out on it. There was a dresser shoved against the opposite wall, and a small table sat nearby it with two chairs. There was plenty of empty space in the middle of the room.

           Deciding to unpack later, Niall set his duffel bag on the floor and headed out of his room and up the nearby set of stairs that led to the top deck of the boat, where he had seen Louis earlier. All of the others were already up there, and Niall waved cheerfully, excited to see his best friends. He hadn’t seen them in a few weeks; they had just gotten off tour and finished their newest album, so they all had taken some time for themselves and with their families. Really, that was what had gotten Niall into this mess in the first place.

           “Hello, everyone,” Niall greeted as he walked over, sitting down on a patio chair that was open. Harry, Zayn, Louis and Liam looked back at him with varying degrees of concern on their faces. After all, it wasn’t every day that a man got his heart broken.

           “’Lo, Niall, nice to see you again buddy,” Harry leaned over for a brief hug and clap on the back. The others chimed in with their greetings, and Niall settled back into the chair as Zayn handed him a cold beer. Niall popped the tab and took a long, deep sip, pulling back with a content “ah” coming from his lips.

           “Mission help Ni feel better is officially starting,” Louis stated, edged smirk glinting across his face. Out of everyone, Louis knew the most about his situation, and could probably still see the hurt in Niall’s eyes, see it written along his posture. Louis knew the whole story.

           “Thanks, guys,” Niall muttered before taking another sip. “Means a lot to me. I know it’s a lot to ask between tours and the new album coming out.”

           The guys waved off Niall’s words, and within half an hour, the five-some were all talking and laughing once again, like they had just gotten together to be together, like they weren’t trying to distract Niall from some of the worst emotional pain he had ever felt. Beers were drunk, some cigarettes were smoked, and before too long, the captain had appeared and the boat had set off into the wide open sea. Niall felt refreshed; the sea breeze ruffling his hair, the salty air coursing through his lungs, the bright light of the sun. Everything so different from how he had spent the last seventy two hours.

           The jokes and bants continued during dinner. Liam had hired some fancy chef to come aboard, and while Niall would have been content with a sandwich, dinner was fucking delicious. He scarfed down everything on his plate, and then his seconds and thirds. He was practically a bottomless pit, and when Niall leaned back into his seat, he could have sworn his belly was rounder than it had been before.

Soon, the other boys drifted off to their own respective rooms. Louis stayed, to show Niall where the bathroom was in the confusing layout of the boat. It was really quite large. Having money had its perks, Niall supposed. After the initial tour, Louis led Niall out to the bow of the boat. The sun had already set, and the moon was casting a silver sheen across the almost-black water. He could see all of the stars in the sky, silver pinpricks set against a pure black backdrop.

“Have you…heard from her?” Louis tentatively asked, voice soft amongst the spray of the ocean. Niall winced. He knew this was coming. All throughout the day, he had been able to mostly ignore the constant stabbing ache in his chest, but now that it was being addressed directly, the pain came back in full force. He actually had to take in a breath from it hitting him.

“No,” Niall breathed out, hands gripping the railing tight enough that his knuckles turned white. “No…not since…well, you know.” He added, staring down into the endless depths. There was a deep agony within him, painful enough that he almost wanted to dive off the ship and into that water, sink to the bottom, never to emerge. It would take away all of his pain.

Almost like he sensed his friend’s thoughts, Louis reached over and wrapped an arm around his shoulder and tugged Niall closer in a total dad moment. Louis clapped his shoulder gently, and stared out at the water. “She’s the one missing out on you, mate. She would have been lucky to have you. Anyone would be. And someday…you’ll love someone even more than you loved her. And they’ll love you, too. Alright, mate?” Louis smiled kindly and Niall forced a smile back at him, although he was so permeated with sadness that he didn’t know how he managed it.

So this was what heartbreak felt like.

Niall had never imagined that he would ever get his heart broken. He was Niall Horan, in One Direction. Things like this just didn’t happen to guys like him. They just didn’t. He was supposed to get the girl, and live happily ever after, writing music with his best friends and coming home to the love of his life every night. But apparently, he was the exception to his own plan.

And he knew Louis was right. Someday, he would have that. Just not right now. But damn, it hurt like hell to even breathe. It was like his heart was being squeezed tighter and tighter with every breath he took, while simultaneously being stabbed multiple times. Niall hated to admit it, but he had tears burning in his eyes often now, and it was everything he could do now to choke sobs back.

Louis patted his back once again. “It’s okay to cry,” Louis whispered softly. Niall barely heard him, so focused he was on not crying. He didn’t want to cry, no matter who said it was okay. Not again. He had basically cried the entire flight over, and he wouldn’t be surprised if pictures of him crying wound up on Twitter tomorrow. He was done with tears.

As Niall and Louis watched, the boat’s engine stilled and shut off completely. The captain appeared on the deck nearby and dropped the large anchor. Niall studied the chain as it fell through the eons of water beneath them. Eventually, it hit bottom and caught, and the boat drifted only as far as its reach would go.

“Might be a storm tonight, lads,” the captain announced gruffly, scratching at the thick white beard that coated his chin and neck, eyeing the surrounding waters. “Stay in your rooms. Nasty night.” And with that, he strode back off to his own cabin, leaving Niall feeling mildly alarmed.

“Should we go back to port?” Niall asked, concern raising his voice.

Louis lifted a shoulder, looking decidedly unworried. “’M sure if the captain thought it would be that bad, we’d be heading in already. Go get some sleep, mate. Looks like you need it.”

“Yeah, okay,” Niall grunted, “my stomach’s starting to hurt anyway.” The stomachache had come upon him with no warning, but it did distract him from his heart, so it was almost welcome. Niall said goodnight to Louis, and they parted, heading to their own rooms.

Niall changed into a fresh pair of boxers before crawling into bed. The cool sheets felt soothing against his hot, clammy skin. Niall tossed and turned for a while, muttering and cursing under his breath. His stomach was on fire, and he didn’t know why. He had the rottenest luck, honestly.

Suddenly, Niall felt the urge to throw up. And Niall did not want to do that in his nice, tidy room, all over the brown carpet. Groaning under his breath, Niall pushed himself out of bed, stumbling across the floor, and opened up his door and hurrying outside to where the bathrooms were. Maybe the fresh air would help.

Niall was blasted with a wind gust so hard he nearly keeled over. The storm. In an instant, he was soaked, hard needles of rain coming down upon him in a fury. He slipped along the wet deck, reaching instantly for the metal railing that separated him from the water. A harsh crack of lightning briefly illuminated the frothing, seething waves; they were huge, tossing the boat around like a toy, which did not help Niall’s stomach.

He tried to stumble back to his cabin, even if it meant puking all over the floor, but then it happened. The wind caught him the wrong way, his bare feet slipped against the slick ground, and he was falling. Falling into the cold, harsh waters below.

When Niall hit the water, all he could feel at first was the sensation of being so cold that it hurt. The breath in his lungs left him with a gasp of bubbles, and Niall screamed out into the water, even as it tossed and turned and threw him around. He sucked in water, and choked, but there was no air, and he was drowning, and he couldn’t see where the surface was, or even tell what up was anymore –

The edges of his vision started to turn black as Niall weakly paddled, trying to find up. And, god, he was hallucinating, dying, because he heard something, a song, and absolutely beautiful, soothing, but down in the ocean. It was a song of healing, from a woman he couldn’t see, maybe an angel? He didn’t know, but he suddenly figured, hey, maybe it wouldn’t be bad to die listening to this.

That was when he saw her. A soft face, lips parted like she was in the middle of screaming, a pale, slender hand reaching for him. Brown hair floating all around her face, flipping with the churning water. How was she swimming in this water? How had she gotten there? There hadn’t been any other boats nearby when he had gone to bed. Could she save him?

Niall’s eyes closed, even as he fought to keep them open. He didn’t want to die.

I’ve got you…”

Everything went black.

anonymous asked:

Hii!! So I read Know You Got That Thing (that i like) a while ago and I liked it so much the smut was really good in it. Can you recommend me similar fics? Where it's short and doesn't have tons of angst but still has a nice little plot..

So short (<15k) and smutty but not pure pwp, right ?

It’s gonna be long, so under the cut !

(you can add all the fics of the The 30-Day Smut Challenge  )

- know you got that thing (that i like) : In all the ways he thought about their reunion going, watching Louis finger himself open was not on the list. (15k)

- Sail Your Sea, Meet Your Storm : Louis is thirty, single, and a bit of a workaholic. He’s happy with his life, but then his mother decides to buy him tickets for a Singles Cruise. Appalled that his family thinks he can’t handle his own love life, he steps aboard the ship determined to have a terrible time.That is, of course, until a persistent brunet keeps offering him drinks.The strangers to enemies to friends to pining to lovers fic where Louis is cynical, Harry is charming, and they have seven days to get their shit together. (14k)

- i can be the motor (you’ll be the gasoline) : Harry is a British pop star living in LA. While trying to escape his reality of publicity stunts and record sales, his Harley breaks down. Stranded in the mountains, Harry has no choice but to call for help. And, somehow, a fit tow truck driver with the ocean in his eyes might end up fixing more than just Harry’s bike. (8k)

- It’s Never Enough : “Yeah? What else?” Harry asks anyways. Louis doesn’t know he’s a history professor and Harry doesn’t want to tell him because he doesn’t want to, like, offend him or embarrass him or something. He really, really likes the sound of Louis’ voice and doesn’t want him to stop talking. Ever. “The first attack was led by the Catholics.” Right. “And they just, like, stormed Jerusalem and took over.” Mostly wrong, but Harry just lets him talk, lets him explain (more like make up) everything in the section. (Basically; Harry is a history professor who fancies Louis, the fit bloke that works at his favorite museum. Louis doesn’t know anything about history and he definitely doesn’t know Harry’s a professor. Featuring an awful blind date, some inappropriate grinding in Ancient Rome, and a handful of mishaps.) (12k)

- hear your voice, in the backseat of my car : Louis gracelessly dropped the back of his seat so he could slide himself into the backseat, the fit tight and cramped and almost too warm.  He was unbuttoning his pants when he paused for a moment and took in the sight before him. “Christ.  Look at you.”  Louis stopped and just took in what he was seeing.  He was speechless and a little overwhelmed but very, very ready to see what would happen next.  Louis drives a cab.   Harry needs a ride. (8k)

- Our blood is boiling : “I can’t believe you’re making me this angry when it’s almost midnight and I’m not even drunk. You know what? I could take you down right here, right now—”“You’re red.” Harry interrupts, his lips curving up into a smug grin. “Am I making you red?”Louis purses his lips and absentmindedly brings a hand up to feel his cheek. It’s definitely warm. God, how can he even come back from this? [Louis meets indie singer Harry Styles, otherwise known as the bane of his existence, at a pub.] (6.5k)

- Fire and Ice : Harry really wants to come at the same time as Louis. Or, four times they misfire and the one time they get it right. (10k)

- Like You Hate Me : “You have poor taste for someone with the last name Styles,” he says, turning to show the back of his pants to Harry—the pants Harry had just stitched his name across last night to keep this type of thing from happening again.Of course, he’s accomplished nothing but indirectly making himself pop a stiffy over Louis fucking Tomlinson. (6.5k)

- I Built This Bed For Two (I Built This Bed For Me and You): Harry and Louis broke up after uni and haven’t seen each other since—until they’re roped into doing a Buzzfeed video together. Featuring awkward cuddling and a reunion that just needed a kick in the arse, gleefully provided by Niall. (10k)

- it’s hard to look right at you, baby: Coffee Shop AU where Louis is going through a dry spell, Zayn wants to be a good friend and help Louis find someone, and Harry ends up finding him instead.[or the one where louis is ‘hella fucking gay and desperately single’ and harry wants to change that last part.] (14k)

- Take Me To Your Heart  : Harry blinked at him for a second, and shit, they made eye contact. “Never gonna give, never gonna give…” the man sang, pointing at Harry to sing the next line. “Come on, curly!” Harry wasn’t sure whether or not to indulge him. He just wanted to go back to sleep, but he knew from experience that sometimes, ignoring lively drunks did not make the problem go away. “Give you up.” Harry replied, before laying his head back against the window and closing his eyes. “Yeah!” The man cried, and to Harry’s despair he sat down next to him. “Had a good night?” “I’ve been working.” Harry mumbled, eyes still closed. “Oh. I’ve got a few days off at the moment, so just been out with my mates. I’m Louis, by the way.” — London Night Bus AU where all Harry wants to do is sleep, but he has a drunk man singing at him. (6k)

- Taste of a Poison Paradise : Louis notices Harry’s mouth right away. (10k)

- Forget Your Ex :  He just had to get right back on the horse, that’s what Harry kept telling himself. It was what Nick had told him he should do too, because after all, wasn’t that the way to get over someone; to get under someone else? Sayings like that had to exist for a reason… When Harry’s boyfriend of two years leaves him for someone else, it’s fair to say he’s rather a bit upset, but his friends have a solution for him. Nick and Niall are hosting a start of term house party at their flat, having invited everyone they know from uni. Who knows, with a bit of luck Harry can find a rebound shag and finally forget his ex… (9k)

- I know that it’s complicated, but I’m a loser in love so baby : Harry is smart, but when he talks he sounds like a blithering idiot, so he stays in the back and bakes cakes. Louis is bubbly and wonderful, he is eccentric and sees past Harry’s speech impediment. And when they are in bed Harry surprises both of them with his dirty talk. Woo! (14k)

- once like a spark : Louis is a bartender, and Harry is just his type.  "Can I get you anything else?“ Louis asks and shimmies his hips along to the beat of the music. Zayn is giving him a look from the other end of the bar, frowning slightly at the line of people waiting to get a drink. Louis rolls his eyes and shrugs and turns his attention back to the boy, who ruffles his fringe and gives Louis a little lopsided grin. (7k)

- as deep as the sky: A passed-out omega on the bathroom floor isn’t exactly what Harry had in mind when he thought about taking a cute boy home. The idea of leaving Louis there, vulnerable and unresponsive, weighs guiltily at Harry’s conscience. Turns out it’s the best decision he’ll ever make. (12k)

- Unraveling : Harry sat there with his head in his hands trying to figure out why he knew these types of things. He thought over the past few weeks, how he’d just known at certain times what Louis had been thinking or feeling, needing or wanting and it didn’t make sense to him. Until he had the wild thought, “Can I read Louis’s mind?” (10k)

- Rated R       : Louis gifts Harry with a surprise sex tape, and it accidentally makes its way into Harry’s family Christmas party. Ridiculousness ensues. (7k)

- Worlds Away: prompt:  astronaut au fic where Louis is staying on the international space station and Harry is on earth working ground control and he and Louis have really quiet late night chats after most of the workers are gone and get to know each other in the biggest long distance relationship u could ever have…then eventually Louis comes back to earth and they have a beautiful meeting (7k)

- Talk Dirty When You Talk To Me  : After a night out with Stan, Louis gets a dirty text message from a unknown number. Thinking its his best friend he replies. It turns out to be a boy named Harry. An experience Louis’ never had before happens after a heated discussion with said boy. (8k)

- 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) (15k)

- 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)

- zipping across the stars : One Direction consists of five people; Louis, Zayn, Niall, Liam, and Gemma. When the band preforms at Wembley Stadium the boys are introduced to Gemma’s younger brother Harry.Louis wishes he had known that before he threw himself at the boy for six hours but he can’t stop now can he? (10k)

- Rather this than live without you : Harry decides to give it all up. Louis refuses to be left behind. (11k)

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Can you write a fluffy/smutty blurb to the song 'Versace on the Floor' by Bruno Mars? Just listened to it and I'm in L-O-V-E 😍

On the Floor

The ride home from the award show was quiet.  You and Niall were both exhausted.  Not only had it been an incredibly long day, it had been filled with rushes of adrenaline and excitement.  Niall’s solo performance was a huge hit, and to top it off he had won his first award as a solo artist.  He’d thanked you in his acceptance speech and fortunately you’d had the foresight to pack tissues in your clutch to mop up your tears of happiness.

Niall was leaning back in his seat, his eyes closed.  He had a tight grip on his award in one hand and the other wrapped closely around your small fingers.  He’d been slowly running his thumb across your knuckles and you were feeling completely relaxed.  The driver finally pulled through the gate and parked, opening the door for you and helping you out of the car.  Your gown went all the way to the ground and fit like a second skin.  It was far more extravagant than you would normally choose, but Niall’s stylist Ellie insisted this was a big deal and that you’d feel like a million bucks.  She was right.  An added bonus was that Niall’s jaw had just about hit the floor when he saw you walk out in it.  He hand’t been able to keep his hands off you the whole night - constantly running his hand across your lower back, or gently running his finger tips across the lace detail on the shoulders.  The intimacy of each touch had ignited a blaze beneath your skin, they weren’t overtly sexual, more like he was admiring and appreciating what he saw.  You’d never felt so beautiful.

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anonymous asked:

Blowjob Niall

Are you asking me to tell you what Niall would be like during a blow job?

I think it says a lot that Niall always stands on his tiptoes when he does the cock slide thing in concert.  Because what that tells me is that Niall stands on his tiptoes when he’s getting a blow job. 

He’s into it.  Into you.  His hand is tangled in your hair and he’s begging you to get his cock wetter, sloppier, more.  He wants more.  Every once in awhile he tips his head up and sucks a breath in through his teeth because your mouth feels so.fucking.good.

You reach up to brace your hands against his thighs and that’s when he ruts into your mouth.  He looks down, sort of apologetic for no warning but he can’t help it.  

He does it again and again until he’s quite literally fucking your mouth.  His hips are moving involuntarily and his mouth is hanging open drawing in deep breaths and his moans are FILLING THE ROOM.  

He’s gonna come and he knows it.  But he doesn’t say anything because he wants you to go a little bit longer with your lips wrapped around him.  They feel like silk and it’s the only thing easing the tug in his balls right now.  

But he can’t control it anymore and he looks down to see you looking up at him, your big pretty eyes waiting for him to tell you he’s gonna blow.  And that’s what he does, before you can pull away, right into your mouth.  

You take every last drop, pulling off of him to wipe the corners of your mouth while he sinks to the floor.  His legs are jello and he’s unable to hold himself up anymore.

He looks over at you and smiles wistfully, “Thanks darlin’.”

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Hiii! Comment ça va!? I'm out of fic to read. I want something nice, without too much angst (that's weird for me!), and funny. So, could you possibly, Ô Great Queen of Fic Recs, Leader of the FTFT (French Team From Tumblr), read my mind and Rec me something I haven't read yet and that somehow fit perfectly my mood? (I usually only read Larry but I would probably read another pairing... Desperate time call for desperate measure.) xxx

(aaaaahhhhhhhhh I was done with a long fic rec for you and I hit publish AND *NOTHING* and now I have to start all over again)(anyway)

Heyyy ! So okay, I’m blushing. And I feel a very big pressure right now so THANKS FOR THAT. (but really, thank you, tu es trop gentille avec moi :* )

So here’s some funny fics with not too much angst, from my “for sad days bookmarks^^)

- Bloodline: 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. (177k)

- Silence and Sound (We Figured It Out)  : Harry and Louis reconnect. In a bed.(2k)

- 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)

- Are You Missing Underwear? :  Are You Missing Underwear?   Just to keep things brief, my cat has stolen a large amount of socks and underwear from a neighbor.   I am very sorry.   I live on Cherry Street.     If these are your clothes, please call 112-358-1321   I promise I will give them back, I wasn’t the one who wanted them, it was my asshole cat. Or, Harry’s cat frequently steals Louis’ underwear.  (4k)

- 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)

- 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)

- 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)

- War Games : If Nick had wanted a normal relationship, he probably shouldn’t have given his entire heart to professional competitive asshole Louis Tomlinson. (Tomlinshaw, 10k)

- Fake Tears and Garlic Bread :  “His date is a twat,” Harry announced, interrupting Niall and Nick, “if I had someone that pretty wanting to have dinner with me, I’d probably arrive an hour early and take him somewhere much nicer.”   “Aww Hazza, what a sappy romantic you are,” Nick cooed, “Maybe you should go and tell him that, might cheer him up.”  
 “You think?” Harry perked up, “Maybe I should offer to be his date instead?” Or, Louis is fed up of having to pay for his food and decides to pretend he has been stood up by his “date” in order to blag himself a free meal, Harry is the clueless romantic dragged into the equation, Zayn and Liam think Louis is an idiot, and Niall just really loves garlic bread.(7.5k)

- Between Me and You : Louis wants to see more of him on Harry’s Instagram account. He comes up with a plan. (1.5k)

- Always Expanding : Gemma brings Louis home for Thanksgiving, and Hot Harry is the last thing he expected. (35k)

- We may fall (but we get up again) : a 27 Dresses AU where Liam is everyone’s favorite best man and he just might be madly in love with his boss … and maybe with an arrogant writer who hates weddings as much as Liam loves them, too.  (Ziam, 58k)

- 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)

I don’t know at all what you have already read so tell me if you want more?

(et je fais cette fic rec en buvant du champagne, Probablement pas une bonne idée.)

After the Thrill is Gone (Narry)

Summary: Niall and Harry start fucking right around the time they start taking a private plane. (smut, 4K)

A/N: There is a stunning lack of Mile High Narry fic so I thought I’d make this, I also have homework I need to do and I haven’t slept, but I digress. Dedicated to both Sara and Bree. Title from the Eagles album One of These Nights.

The first time Niall and Harry take a private plane it’s right after the weed video leaks –it’s not that they don’t love Louis and Zayn, they really do but it was a stupid fucking thing to do, videotaping it- Harry’s a non-confrontational person though and Niall would probably laugh it off but it’s still uncomfortable and it’s a seven hour flight, neither of them could sit through that with the huge fucking elephant in the room (airplane?).

Liam opts to go with them and that’s alright he probably needs a bit of a break from all the drama too almost always worrying about everything and everyone, it’s annoying but endearing. Niall doesn’t think he can listen to it for seven hours though, so he finds a comfortable seat to settle into near the back, kicks up his legs onto the neighboring leather chair and pops his headphones in, listening to the Eagles entire 1975 album.

It’s too monotonous, no cellphone service 36,000 feet in the air, and Niall’s so bored he’s about ready to fall asleep when he feels someone slip into the third seat by his feet –Harry- smiling at him and nodding his head, his hand pawing lightly at Niall’s ankle and brushing his fingers over the curve of his heel.

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There’s No Place Like Home.

It was Saturday and Niall had spent most of the day golfing with some of his mates, leaving you to lounge by the pool and sip on mimosas. When he got home that afternoon, he was hot, tired, and hungry. Niall walked outside, sandwich in hand and sauntered over to you.  

“Hey, handsome! How was golf?” you hollered as you pulled your sunglasses down to watch him move. Damn! He always looks so sexy in his golf pants! His ass was perfection and all you wanted to do was bite it!

“Had a decent game. Not my best.” he held out his sandwich to offer you a bite and you shook your head.

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Preference #08 Red Carpet Appearence


Since you had been Niall’s girlfriend for some time now, he thought he would bring you along to their album release red carpet. You both had only been out in public together a few times, but Niall was ready to announce it to the world. 

You spent all day getting your hair, makeup, and nails done by professionals. You wanted tonight to be perfect and you were really excited about the event. You changed into you gown and as you were looking in the mirror smoothing out the dress, you felt two strong arms wrap around your waist. “You look so beautiful” he breathed out into your ear. You blushed at his words and turned around to face him, “You don’t look to bad yourself, Mr.Horan” you cracked a small laugh and he spun you around. “I wasn’t going to bring you if I thought you were going to upstage me, babe” he laughed and you playfully smacked his arm. 

When it was time to leave, you and Niall locked the door to your flat and got into the awaiting limo. Harry, Liam, and Sophia were already in the limo and they all turned to greet the both of you. After the driver picked up the rest of the boys and their dates, you made your way to the location of the red carpet. The limo ride there was filled with noise, laughs, cheers, and champagne. Soon later you pulled up and the driver opened up the door, Niall squeezed your hand, “Ready?” he said. You nodded and braced yourself for pure craziness. Just as you were getting out of the limo you could already hear the fans screams and cameras flashing. You looked to Niall and he gave you a reassuring smile. You took his hand and he wrapped his arm around your back as you slowly made the walk down the carpet. You stopped for several pictures and allowed Niall to stop for autographs. A little less than halfway through the carpet you were stopped for an interview, knowing Niall, he would never say no. The first thing that came out of the interviewers mouth was “May I ask who this beautiful lady on your arm tonight is?”, Niall smiled and looked down to you. “This is Y/N my lovely girlfriend, she came out to support me and the lads tonight!”, he couldn’t keep himself from smiling but all you did was nod and shed a small smile. “You hear that everyone!? Niall Horan is officially off of the market! Sorry ladies!” the interviewer then turned to you saying it was very nice to meet you and such. You both thanked her for the interview and continued making you way down the carpet. This night was turning out to be really fun, and you would do anything to support Niall. 



The boys’ new movie was set to open in a few days and along with movie premier events, there’s also red carpets to be attended. Liam wanted to bring you since it would be your first one ever. 

The ride to the event was nerve wracking, you didn’t know what to expect. As you pulled up you could already hear the screams and chants, making you a bit more nervous.  Liam took your hand and told you not to worry and that he would be with you the whole night. You smiled and gave him a kiss before the driver came around to open the door. You braced yourself for the pure craziness as Liam stepped out and held his hand out for you. You took his hand and as you emerged from the car the screams grew louder. “Were they really cheering for you?” you thought to yourself but said nothing. Liam smiled and waved, so you did the same. You both stopped for several pictures and interviews. There was even one lady who only wanted to talk to you, not even Liam. Liam knew you would enjoy getting some attention and he was glad it was off of him for a little bit. As you were about to enter the building he wrapped his arm around you and whispered in your ear, “You were amazing, everyone loves you, and you’re so beautiful”, he kissed the side of your head and you blushed. You definitely were hoping you would have the chance to attend more events like these.



You, Louis, the rest of the boys, and their girlfriends were all in LA for the MTV Music Awards. You were excited to go because this would be your first time ever attending an awards show. The lights, the people, the music…you were just looking forward to it all. 

Before you could go to the awards, you and the rest of the girls took the day to get ready. Getting hair done by Lou and your makeup as well. The boys were in a separate room so they hadn’t seen you or the rest of the girls in your dresses yet. As soon as Louis walked into the room he could’t take his eyes off of you. He stood speechless. “You look absolutely stunning” he said as he made his way over to you. You blushed at his words and smiled, turning so he could see the rest of the dress. 

When all of you finally left the hotel room to go to the awards, you could sense the nervousness in the limo. The boys were up for multiple awards tonight and they were really hoping on winning. When you arrived, the carpet was already packed. Everyone was trying to snap pictures of the boys and every once in a while you guys would stop for an autograph or quick interview. The boys’ security ushered you guys inside to escape the crowds and before you knew it, the show was getting ready to start. It was now to the “Best Group” category, and the boys were nominated. The boys sat their nervously awaiting the results, “And the winner for Best Group IS….ONE DIRECTION!” the announcement rang throughout the building and the boys jumped up and cheered. Louis leaned down to give you a kiss, “You must be my good luck charm, I’ll have to bring you to more events like this” he said cheekily. You laughed at his words but were glad that he brought you along. You hoped to be apart of more events like this, because you were truly so proud of him and all his accomplishments.



Harry was always getting invited to red carpet events, you had no idea why because most weren’t even music related, but you were happy to accompany him. You always found it fun to get dressed up and have on your best hair/makeup. Tonights event was a Hollywood red carpet and since you were staying at Harry’s LA flat for the week, you both decided to go. You didn’t really find it as being a big deal, you’ve been to these kinds of things before with Harry, for his music awards and album releases. 

When you and Harry arrived, it was exactly what you expected; chaos. Screaming fans, bright flashes, obnoxious paparazzi, and loads of interviewers. Even though you had been to these events before you still were shy, keeping close to Harry the whole time. The paparazzi were going crazy trying to take pictures of the both of you, some even saying rude remarks to you. Harry held you closer and you could tell he was getting angry. “Let’s go babe” Harry said as he pulled you away from all the negativity and towards the building. “This is the reason I hate going out in public..from now on we should just stay home. I’d much rather enjoy a cuddle with you instead” he mumbled as you walked into the gala. You nodded in agreement. From now on you and Harry would avoid red carpets at all costs.



The red carpet for the American Music Award was filled with celebrities, noise, and laughter. It was such a fun atmosphere to be apart of. You and Zayn walked arm and arm down the carpet, taking in the scenery and different celebs that walked past. You were star struck 50% of the time as you saw some of your favorite artists, actors, and actresses that were in attendance. The whole night Zayn kept whispering to you how good you looked, and how beautiful you were. You loved how sweet he was to you. When the category the boys were nominated for was up next, everyone was anxiously awaiting the results and when the boys were called onstage you immediately jumped up and gave Zayn a kiss. You stood in awe as they accepted the award for “Best Album of 2014”. You couldn’t believe how far they had come and you were so proud of all of them, but especially Zayn. You wanted to be there for him whenever he needed you because you knew he would do the same for you.


It was hard to come up with ideas for these ones! (and Zayn’s is kind of short!) 

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“If you keep looking at me like that we won’t make it to a bed.”

1.2K, Current canon. Takes place…this morning post Niall’s night out.  (Close your eyes and pretend Niall and Harry have a thing while on tour.)

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Niall Horan
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You knew that it would happen. It was just the consequence of being Niall’s girlfriend. He made sure that you knew what you were getting into, and you were all for it. To you, Niall was just Niall. He was just the guy who accidentally dropped his coffee down your front. He wasn’t Niall Horan to you. He wasn’t the Niall Horan from One Direction. He tried everything he could to keep you happy and safe and he made sure that you weren’t spending your time on any social media. Because he knew the brutal words that could be thrown at you. 

He remembered it the first time you got hate. It was just one tweet, but it knocked the life out of you. You spent your days in your bed, in your flat, away from everybody. You stayed away from the outside world, because the tweet made you think that way about yourself. 

@NiallerIsMine04: (Y/N) needs to back off Niall. She needs to crawl back in the hole she came from, and never come out again. Niall doesn’t need her. #breakitoff

Niall worried. Louis, Harry and Liam worried. You didn’t want them to worry about a nobody like you. They adored you, just like they adored Sophia. Just like they had adored Eleanor when she was around. You didn’t want him to worry about you anymore. You wanted him to give you space. But he didn’t want that; he wanted to help you. He promised you that he would be there for you, when you needed a shoulder to cry on. And he kept that promise.

He pulled you from the darkness you were settled in, and he made you see life better than you would have. You were truely grateful with him, and you felt like the luckiest person in the world. You felt like you could tackle anything that would come your way. 

However, 4 years later, and the hate was only getting worse. Niall had proposed not many weeks back, and you felt like you made the right decision back then. You felt like you were on top of the world. He made you feel special, and he made you feel loved. And you couldn’t wait. The smile on his face never left his lips, but the fans just didn’t like it. When it came to Niall being happy, they hated it. But when it came to Niall being sad, they loved it.

You just didn’t know what to do. 

Over the years, you’d been told to leave him. You’ve been told to break it off with him. You’ve been told to dump him, and never step foot in his life again. It made you debate whether you wanted to stay with him and be harassed with hate, or leave him and be free from any harsh words being thrown your way. You didn’t want him upset, but you wanted to save yourself from the mere upset coming your way.

* *

Your eyes were cast the shining diamond resting on your finger, the sparkles reflecting on the ceiling of the rather small coffee shop down the road from your home. He was stood by the counter, waiting for the two cups of tea to be brewed with cakes placed on a plate. You looked to him, then back to your finger. Your mind debating whether you told him what was bothering you or not. You really wanted to tell him. You just couldn’t handle the distress it would cause him. 

He walked over a few minutes later, the sounds of trainers shuffling along the carpet. He took his seat beside you on the small black leather sofa, his knees parted as he rested his elbows on his kneecaps. His shorts rising up his thighs. You stared at your lap, your fingers twisting against one another as he held your cup and saucer to you.

“Darlin’” Your heard your fiance chuckle, as he held the mug closer to you. “I got you your tea. And a cake. Chocolate chip muffin. Your favourite” He grinned, as you looked to him. Smiling softly. “Are you okay, love? You’ve been extremely distant, recently. Is everything alright? You know you can talk to me” Niall whispered, your hands curling around the saucer in his palm.

You shook your head, and smiled. “Nothing is going on, babe. I promise. My mind is just clouded with things at the moment. I’m sorry. I’m not the best of company right now..” You stated, as Niall looked to you, your eyes meeting. His eyes full of concern. “I’m sure, Niall. I’m being honest. I just… I’m fine” You whispered, as you cast your eyes to the ceiling.

“Sweetheart, seriously? What’s botherin’ ye? I’m your fiance, you can tell me what’s on your mind. Are you worrying about t’e wedding? Because I’m worried to, ya’know” He chuckled nervously, as you felt your eyes dribble tears. “No, no. Don’t cry, babe. I didn’t mean it like t’at. I’m just, I’m sorry, okay?” He whispered, as he took your cup and saucer from you, placing it on the table in front of you. His calloused thumbs swiping under your eyes, collecting the tears and moisture on his skin. “I love ye, baby girl. I love ye, so much. You haven’t nothin’ to worry about. I promise” He reasoned, as he engulfed you in his arms. Your face burying into his shoulder.

“I can’t do this, Niall. I can’t do it anymore. And I’m sorry. I am. I shouldn’t have said yes” You whispered, your voice cracking and a sob escaping your throat. It was like you could hear his heart break. The shattering sound being heard through his chest. His arms tensed, and you heard him gasp softly. This is what you didn’t want.

“You didn’t want t’ marry me? T’at’s okay, baby. We don’t have to” He whispered, as you pulled from his body. “I understand, babe. I do. You aren’t ready for marriage, it’s okay” He whispered, as he cupped your face in his palms, before they fell to your shoulders. “We don’t have t’ get married, love. Everyone will unde-”

“No. I knew what I was getting myself into, Niall. I shouldn’t have even gone out with you in the first place. These past 4 years have been torture for me. Hate has been coming at me non-stop. You’ve been the best boyfriend ever. But I can’t do this anymore, Niall. I’m so sorry” You sobbed, as you watched his bottom lip tremble. “I’m sorry. I didn’t want to upset you so much, Ni. I just, I can’t do this..” You cried, as you cupped his cheeks in your palms.

“Get off me..” He whispered, as he dropped his hands from your shoulders, letting them fall to his side. “Don’t.. How can you do t’at? You said yes to me, you got my hopes up. What type of person does that?” He stated, anger filling his voice. “I love you. Why isn’t t’at enough? I gave you everything, and you still through this away” He hissed, as he stood up. 

“Niall ple-”

“Don’t. I don’t want to here it. I’ll pack up your things, and you can leave the house” He stated, as he pulled his car keys from his pocket. “I need some space..” His feet carried him out of the coffee shop, your eyes dribbling tears as you called after him. Couples and elders were watching on as the two of you seperated. Their faces contorted with sympathy. 

“I’m sorry..” You called, as he walked out the shop. The backs of his hands wiping at his eyes as he walked past the window. Away from your view, and potentially away from your life. You didn’t want that. You wanted him to understand you, and you wanted him to get where you were coming from. You didn’t want him to react how he did. 

You felt instant regret. You needed him

* * 

“I’m sorry, Louis. I know you’re busy with the album and I know you were at the studio, and stuff… But, I can’t call Harry because he’s closer to Niall than anyone, and Liam would lecture me” You sighed, as Louis sat down beside you. His arms open as you snuggled up beside him. The coffee shop was vacant, with just the baristas behind the counter. “I feel so stupid. I tried to get him to understand, but-” You cut yourself off, feeling a lump in your throat. “He didn’t listen to me, and- and it hurts” You cried, as you buried your face into his shoulder.

“What happened, love? What’s going on?” Louis wondered, as he ran a palm up and down your back. His thumb stroking softly at the material covering your upper body. “What’s all the tears for?” He whispered, as he felt your tears soak into the skin on his neck. 

“I think I just ruined our engagement..” You stated, as you looked up at Louis, watching as his eyes widened. His lips parting as he sat upright, your body falling from his hold. “Now you hate me. No one understands” You cried, as he stood up. His hands held outwards to you, waiting for you to take them. “Where are we going to go? I can’t go back home. He needs space” You whispered, as Louis chuckled.

“No, we’re going back to my place. I’m going to fix you some dinner, and then we’re going to talk. You’re going to tell me why. And I promise I’ll listen. I can help you then” He smiled, as he squeezed your hands. “You’re my best friend, okay? Niall is my best friend as well. And, I know you did wrong. I can see regret in your eyes” He stated, as he ran his thumbs under your eyes. 

“I’m going to help.. I promise..”

* * 

He pulled into the parking space outside the studio, right beside Harry’s range rover. He stopped the car, and took his keys from the engine. His breathing rate was rapid and his heart rate was increasing. He didn’t know what he was feeling. He knew he shouldn’t have left you, but he felt so betrayed. He thought you were happy. 

“She basically told me she didn’t want to marry me anymore!” Niall screamed, as he barged past Harry and Liam. He needed somewhere to go, and he knew they were at the studio. He’d had to bail so he could take you out for a coffee date. They didn’t mind, at all. “I told her she had to leave the apartment. We’re over.. I think” Niall whispered, as Harry’s lips turned into an ‘o’. 

“You- No. You’re kidding me?” He expressed, as he watched Niall fall to the leather sofa. “What? Why? You guys were so happy together!” Harry stated, as he took the seat beside his best friend. 

“She said it was hate. Apparently she was getting hate, and she couldn’t take it. Like, what t’e hell? That’s so selfish!” Niall cried, as he dug his hands into his eyes. An angry yell escaping his lips. “She’s ruined everything. She is so fuckin’ selfish” He stated, as Liam knelt in front of him. His hands braced on his knees.

“Mate, have you seen the hate she’s been receiving?” Liam wondered, as Niall sat up. His eyes fury filled and his cheeks tense. His jaw slack and his pupils looking around the room. “Even Sophia doesn’t get that much… You’re the selfish one, here” Liam stated, as Niall pushed him away. Anger full in his veins.

“Shut up. Just shut t’e hell up. I thought I could come here, and listen t’ ye guys. I t’ought you guys could help me. But no! You’d rather back up the girl who broke my fuckin’ heart! What friends do t’at!? She broke me. You need t’ back me up!” Niall hissed, as he stood up, his eyes casting to the floor. “Fuck t’e lot of ye. I don’t need t’ hear t’is” He stated, as he went to walk out the door.

Niall, mate. Wait up..”

“What? Going t’ tell me that I overreacted? That I should go back t’ her and pretend t’at everything is going okay?” Niall hissed, as he turned to look at the two lads behind him. Their eyes full of sadness and confusion. “If anything, why should I go back t’ her?”

Liam stepped forward, and placed his hands on Niall’s shoulders. His grip tightening as he stared the blonde boy down.

“Because you love her! You need to tell her that everything is going to be okay! You argued in public! You should have hugged her, and told her everything is okay! Not once, not bloody once have I seen you tweet anything about the hate she receives. She probably feels like you don’t support her! You need to stand up for her! You’re a twat! You need to go and get her! Fuck, she may have screwed up, but you screwed up bigger!”

Maybe Liam’s right, Niall thought, as he dropped his head. His chin dipping towards his chest. You screwed up. He knew it sounded harsh, but you screwed up. He didn’t. In all retrospect, he had no idea it was getting so crazy. He knew he could have done something to prevent it, but he never knew it was so bad. You could have told him..

.. then maybe this wouldn’t have happened.

* * 

You twisted the ring on your finger, as Louis sat down beside you. His knee knocked against yours, as he placed a hand to your forearm. He gulped softly, the noise making you look up at him. Your eyes bloodshot and red rimmed. His lips went dry and he felt like he was in a box. It had been a week since the slight argument with Niall, and you’d been staying with Louis since. It had knocked everything out of you. You hadn’t gained the courage to go and get your things from Niall, and you made Louis promise he didn’t tell no-one where you were.

“Harry’s having a get together tonight, and he really wants you there. He feels like he’s not seen you in ages. C’mon” Louis smiled, as he looked to you. Your eyes casting to the film playing on the TV. “I’m going. And Liam. Oh, and Sophia too. Niall will probably be there, but you can stick with me for the night. I promised to be there for you, and I’m keeping that promise” He smiled, as he pressed a kiss to your head. “You need to take that off, love. It’s making you miss him more, and frankly, I don’t like you when you’re sad” He reasoned, as you looked at him. A small smile on his lips.

“I want to talk to him tonight… I want to apologize to him, and I want to hopefully tie up what happened” You stated, as you rubbed at your eyes. You leant forward and reached for your cup of water. “I feel I owe it to him” You whispered, as Louis nodded. A smile on his lips.

“I’ll be right there with you. If anything happens, I shall bring you right back here. I’ll stick with you” Louis smiled, as he stood up. You listened to him as he walked over to the stairs, a chuckle leaving his lips. “Do you remember what happened at Harry’s last get together? You and Niall ended up shagging on his bed. That was the funniest! Imagine if that happens again!” Louis laughed, as you felt a soft chuckle leave your lips. 

“That would be funny..” You whispered, as he ran up the stairs. “So funny..

* *

You could already hear his bellowing laugh from the front of the house. The number of cars was minimal and you could only presume that Harry had invited just the boys over, with Sophia. So it wasn’t anything huge. Which made you worry. You wanted it to be huge, so you didn’t feel so awkward in front of anyone. You hoped that it wouldn’t end bad, and you hoped he would just listen to you. 

It’s all you wanted.

You followed Louis into the backyard of Harry’s home, the sound of the barbecue sizzling and the sounds of water splashing filled your ears as he pushed the gate open. Cheers leaving Harry’s lips. “The Tommo has arrived!” He grinned, as you shuffled in behind him. You saw Niall grin widely as he saw Louis in the gateway, but it soon left his lips when he saw you. His eyebrows furrowing as he looked at you. “Love! You came! Oh, I’ve missed you” Harry grinned, as he dropped the spatula onto the plate beside the grill, his arms wide open as he ran to you.

“I came. But, I’m not staying for long… I figured I’d come to say hello, stay for a burger or whatever, and then go” You stated, as Harry pouted, pulling away from you.

“Don’t go early. I missed you” Harry whispered, as he kissed your cheek softly. “Stay for some drinks, and my pudding. I made an incredible chocolate brownie cake, which you will love. My mum sent me the recipe” Harry grinned, as you felt the warmth leave your body. You could feel splashes from where Liam and Sophia were splashing one another in the pool, small droplets landing on your skin.

“I have to go early. I have an early day tomorrow. I’m going home to visit my mum” You smiled, as you saw Niall’s head pop up from the corner of your eye. “I miss home, and I feel like I need some space from everything” You mumbled, as Harry frowned.

Don’t leave early..

You turned to face where the voice came from. Your eyes taking in Niall’s appearance as he stood in front of you. His own eyes looked like they were tired, and red rimmed. You knew it affected him just as much. You just wish you didn’t say anything.

“I- I have too” You whispered, as you looked down to your feet. You didn’t want to leave, but you couldn’t stand the sight of him. Not in a harsh way. In an ‘I miss you so much, let’s get back together’ way. You knew he wouldn’t accept anything from you now. And it was your own fault.

“You don’t. I-” He coughed lightly, a fist coming to his mouth to cover up. “I miss you, okay? I should have fought for you t’at day. I shouldn’t let you fight hate alone. You don’t need t’at. I get where you were coming from” He stated, as he stepped forward. Stepping closer to you. You looked over Niall’s shoulder, to see Louis holding his thumbs up. Mouthing a soft ‘talk to him’ to you. “I love you. I love you so much” He whispered, as you watched his bottom lip wobble.

“Let’s go somewhere private? I feel this should be done just by us two. No offence” You giggled softly, as you looked round at everyone behind him. 

That sounds good…

* *

His knee skimmed yours as you sat on Harry’s sofa, your body melded back into the cushion of the soft material. “Listen, I think I did something stupid. Okay? And I regret it so much. I don’t want to break up with you. I want to marry you, Horan. I do. I really do. This week has made me clear my mind and realize what I want in my life” You whispered, as you placed a hand over his. “You. I want you in my life. I want you to be my husband, and I want to wake up to you every morning. I want to be the first thing you see at night, and the last person you see at the end of the day” You sighed, as he squeezed your hand tightly.

“I want that. I just, I want to know why you did it… Why did you say what you did?” Niall wondered, as he looked at you. His eyes soft and shallow, full of love and lust. “I just, I need to know why..”

“I know you tell me not to go on Twitter, and read the hate.. But it’s hard sometimes, when your phone constantly goes off because of the constant notifications. I had to read some of them” You sighed, as he opened his mouth to say something. “Wait, let me finish” You begged, as you held a finger to his lips. “I saw the same message, over and over again. And it made me think.. Do I want to be stuck with a life where I get hate all the time for being with someone I love, or do I want to be stuck with a life where I loose the love of my life but be free from hate?” You expressed, as Niall nodded softly. 

“I chose to be selfish, I know. But, it got so much. And I couldn’t handle it. I felt, if I stayed longer, then I would become extremely depressed and you’d divorce me and then I’d feel like the fans got what they want” You sighed, as he cupped the back of your head with his palm. His fingers raking through your hair.

“You could have told me, baby. We’re a team, yeah? We’re a team who stick by one another. You’re my fiance. If you still want to be, of course” He panicked, as your eyes widened and a smile etched on your lips. “You do still want to be my fiance, yeah?” He whispered, as you placed your hands on his cheeks. 

“Of course I do. I do. I do” You grinned, as you lurched forward. Your arms linking around his neck as you pulled him into a hug. A large, well-needed hug. “I love you, and I am so glad you still want to marry me, Niall” You whispered, as you pulled away from him. Your forearms resting on his shoulders as his palms rested on your hips. His thumbs finding some bare skin, the pads rubbing at the skin he finds.

“Are you kidding me? I could stay mad you at forever, but I couldn’t stay away from you forever. You’re like my little drug. I need a dose of you” He grinned, as he pressed kisses to your jaw. His nose nuzzling into your jawline. “Let’s have some catch-up sex. I missed you” Niall winked, as you hitched a leg over his thighs. Your crotch grinding against his.

“That sounds like a perfect idea. We just need to make sure that Harry doesn’t walk in like last time…” You giggled, as Niall bellowed out a laugh. “Ssh, mister! They’re suspect something!” You smirked, as you dipped your hands into his jeans. Your fingers dragging down his v-line, hidden by his boxers.

“No love-making on my sofa! Out in the pool, now!” You heard Harry hiss, as he walked into the room. A towel covering his eyes. “Now! Get out. I sit on the seat too! Get out of here, you horny bastards!” He groaned, as you felt a giggle bubble from your lips.

“Excuse me, we need some catch up sex, Styles! You’ll understand soon!” Niall teased, as Harry pulled the towel from his face. His cheeks tinging pink, and his eyes widening as he saw your hands in his pants.

Outside.. Now!

#348: 'Metallic Grin'

How Long Will I Love You: Metallic Grin- One Shot #348
+past one shots
No visuals/song for this one.

There were a few things Darcy didn’t like when she looked at herself that morning.

She didn’t like that she’d slept on her shower dampened hair and now it was tumbling in long waves down her back and around her shoulders, but had a layer of frizz ghosting over the crown of her head down to the ends. She didn’t like that her hips weren’t curved and full like some of the older girls at school or that she didn’t have a bum that boys like to ogle over. Her lips were too full for her face and her cheeks were round like a child’s. Her blush was prominent against her skin. She was starting to see little pink and red shiny spots near herforehead and temples. Sometimes they were sore and sometimes she snuck a littlebit of her mother’s concealer just to try and hide them a little. It never worked the way she wanted it to.

Her stomach was the worst. She still had a tiny layer of baby fat that settled in a small pouch below her belly button. She had a freckle by her bellybutton too. She scowled and poked at it with a fingertip. And some on her thighs, with a couple on her back. Then, she got to her breasts, or where they were supposed to be. There wasn’t much of anything between her shoulders. She pushed her arms in close against the sides of her chest, squishing the skin forward to see what they could look like. She worried her lip, before it settled in a frown and she tucked a lock of hair behind her ear, letting her chest relax naturally back into place. She wanted full, pretty breasts like yours or like the ones women had in some of the magazines on the coffee table in the lounge. She wanted to wear pretty bras like the ones you had on the shelf in your closet. Not just the thin, cottony bralettes that she hardly filled out.

On top of everything, her teeth were jumbled and wonky in her mouth. Crowded and crooked together on the bottom and on one side of her jaw. She didn’t want them. Her lips were big enough on their own, and she knew they would be even bigger with. Sure, some of her friends at school had them. Gleaming rows of little metal squares, strung together with stretchy, multicolored elastics. She knew it was going to hurt, her friends at school had made sure to stress as much. Her mouth would be sore, she wouldn’t be able to eat, and she wouldn’t be pretty. None of the ladies in the photos in magazine had train track braces. She had baby fat, small boobs, uncooperative hair, pimples dotting her skin, and now she would have braces.

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