so he's a serial killer who has fallen in love with me after he kidnapped me but he won't tell me about his dark and tragic past so he turned to drugs and he physically abuses me but it's okay bc we sleep together like every other chapter
*inserts an OC into the canon universe*
my name is [insert author's first name here] Payne/Purdy/Quinn/Fuentes/Barakat/Irwin/ect. and my parents hate me so they're making my brother take me on tour with him and his band and I fell in love with his bandmate who helped me conquer my depression and now I'm pregnant with his baby and my brother wants to kill us both
literally the most well-written stories you'll ever have the privilege to read. better than most classic literature. you've read published novels that weren't this beautiful. you feel like a better person after having read this story.
stories that tried and came close but weren't good enough for AO3
why are there four dogs in our house?we don't own four dogs. we don't even own one." for the prompt thing thank youuu❤️
Request 07: Dog Days
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“I’ve got m'self into a sligh’ predicament,” Harry murmured to himself as he watched the four furry animals play on the floor in front of him. There was a Boarder Collie named Jane, a Pitbull named Zeke, a Pug named Roxanne, and a Chihuahua named Loki. Harry wasn’t surprised at all that they were all getting along. He made sure that they were compatible at the shelter. Which, by the way, didn’t go as planned.
He stepped into the shelter to look at getting you a dog for your birthday. One dog. That was it. Except, he really liked Jane. And Zeke. And Roxanne. And Loki. And he just couldn’t say no, damn it. Especially when he looked into their sad and pleading little eyes.
The volunteers at the shelter looked at him like he was insane when he insisted that he wanted all four at the same time.
“Sir, Mr. Styles, we really don’t recommend adopting more than one or two dogs at a time,” the woman at the front desk said warily.
Harry gave her a sweet smile. “‘Eh, but I like ‘em all. Don’ wan’ anyone to feel left out, yeh see,” he explained.
The woman gave him a tight smile. “O-okay, if that’s what you’d like, we can get started on the paperwork now.”
What seemed like 500 signatures, a boatload of information, and a million questions later, Harry left the shelter with a generous amount of money for the rest of the animals, and he left with his four new furry friends.
That’s why, when he heard your car pull into the garage, he panicked. He just adopted four dogs.
Without your input. And now they were rolling around on the living room floor.
“Hey, Harry, Jeff called me and sai-” you stopped dead in your tracks at the sight before you.
Your lovely husband stood off to the side of the room and before you were four dogs that definitely were not there when you left the house this morning. You slowly turned your gaze to Harry. “Why are there four dogs in our house? We don’t own four dogs. We don’t even own one,” you said as calmly as possible.
Harry tried to give you a charming smile. “We do now, love!”
“Look,” he started, walking over to you slowly. “I wanted to get yeh a dog foh yehr birthday. An’ when I went into the shelter… I ended up likin’ four of ‘em. So I got ‘em.”
Your head was spinning, and there was a part of you that was slightly annoyed with the fact that your husband deciding to bring four dogs home without any warning. But all you could do was laugh. You broke out into a giggle and then a full on cackle, laughing so hard you had doubled over. “I love you,” you gasped out when you could finally breathe again.
Harry chuckled and watched you as you knelt down on the floor to greet your fur-babies. Harry got down on the floor as well and introduced you to every dog, informing you of their quirks and their backstories as to why they were at the shelter in the first place.
“So can we keep 'em?” Harry asked, cradling Loki in his arms.
The sight made you crack up again. “Yeah,” you giggled. “We can keep 'em.”
REQUEST: (from Anon) You’re a famous singer and you and Louis have been dating for about a year and you come out with your relationship imagine? Love your blog btw x 💛💕
WAAAAHHHH! MY FIRST REQUEST! I’d like to take this opportunity to thank everyone who requested. I really do appreciate them! Keep on sending them in and I’ll do my best to finish them quickly. Feedbacks are very well appreciated.
Being Y/N Y/L/N has its pros and cons. A pro of it is being able to travel the world while doing what I love the most… singing. Singing is just one thing, but singing songs written by me, for me, and with me is a whole other level.
Another pro is finding the love of my life during an award show, where he and his bandmates won against me for best music video.
“And the winner for Best Music Video is…” Rihanna says through the mic. Each tear on the envelope sending chills down my spine.
I was nominated for my music video for “Salute”. My opponents include Zayn’s “Pillowtalk”, Maroon 5’s “Don’t Wanna Know” and One Direction’s “Night Changes”. The competition was tough but I really wanted to win this award. I gave my everything on that song and its music video and winning will pay off the hard work.
The air became almost non-existent when I heard Rihanna shout One Direction. It felt like the air was physically punched out of my system. But with the cameras filming our reactions, I had to fake a smiling face and clap for the winner.
During the after party, I wasn’t in the mood to celebrate my Best Female Singer award and socialize with everyone on the room. My manager just forced me to attend as to not start speculations of me being a sore loser or what not. The lose really took a toll on me. The worst thing was… I only lost to them by 5 votes! I mean… 5 votes?! It really bummed me out.
“Hello?” Someone said, shaking me out of my frustrated thoughts.
“What?” I said, shaking my head to bring me back to reality.
“I’m sorry.” The person said. I looked at the person and saw none other than Harry Styles.
“No.. I’m sorry. Just really not in the mood to be here.” I said honestly.
“Oh, sorry ‘bout that love. But my friend Louis right there was just too nervous to meet you, and seeing your reaction tonight about the award, he was really to scared to approach you.” He said, pointing towards Louis’s direction. Louis had a sheepish smile raising his hand as a sign of hello, which may I say was adorable.
“Was it really that obvious?” I asked nervously.
“Just a little.” Louis said. I didn’t even notice his appearance up until now.
“I’m really sorry.” I said genuinely.
“It’s alright love.” He said with that same sheepish smile.
That night, I got to know him better. We didn’t even notice that we were already conversing without Harry.
I silently thanked my manager for forcing me that night.
Because that night was the start of something great.
A few months and a few dates after that award show, we started dating officially and up until now, Louis and I are still going strong. Although with our situation, with both of us always being under the limelight, we decided to keep our relationship to ourselves for the meantime. Only our closest friends and family knew of our relationship.
That was the con of everything. The line between my private life and public life was almost invisible. Rumors after rumors of us dating have been published but we just shake them off, saying that we were just really good friends.
In a few weeks, we’ll be celebrating our first year anniversary. I’ve been working my ass off at the studio for the special gift that I was about to give the man that makes me smile every second of every day.
A song about us.
“Guess who?” said that voice that I knew very much, him covering my eyes with his very soft and fragile hands.
“Louis William Tomlinson, I’m so stressed so please let me see your beautiful face so that I can kiss it.” I said. He finally let go and turned the office chair that I was sitting on and gave me a peck on the lips.
“So, why did you ask me to meet you here?” He said, taking a seat on my right, Greg, my producer sitting on my left.
“Listen to this. “ I said as Greg played the song that I wrote with him.
When you hold me in the street
And you kiss me on the dance floor
I wish that it could be like that
Why can’t it be like that? Cause I’m yours
The song started playing, Louis passionately listening to the newly recorded song. I wasn’t listening to the song because I was busy reading Louis’s expressions.
I wrote this song for him and for us. I couldn’t stand not being able to show everyone how much I am in love with this Doncaster boy.
We keep behind closed doors
Every time I see you, I die a little more
Stolen moments that we steal as the curtain falls
It’ll never be enough
It’s obvious you’re meant for me
Every piece of you, it just fits perfectly
Every second, every thought, I’m in so deep
But I’ll never show it on my face
Tears started streaming down Louis’s face. He wiped it as unnoticeable as possible but I was still able to catch his small gesture. The song ended with a few tears pooling in his eyes yet with a huge smile on his face. He just shook his head and kissed me.
After regaining himself, he thanked Greg and asked if he’d be kind enough to let us talk privately. Greg nodded and left the room, patting Louis’s shoulder and congratulating him.
“When are you going to put the song out?” He asked.
“I’m not sure. Why?” I asked.
“Do it within the week or so.” He ordered.
“Are you sure? This soon? Why?”
“Because I want to shout it from the rooftops from now on. I’m yours and you’re mine.”
We decided to tell everyone of our relationship during our James Corden’s Late Late Show appearance, which coincidently, we were both on at the same time. The song was a huge hit and people caught on the meaning of the song causing ruckus here and there with regards to who the song was about.
On the day of the filming of the Late Late Show interview, Louis and I were sat beside each other on the couch, just the two of us. James was in front of us asking questions about our career plans for the next few months from now, until my new song was mentioned.
“So Y/N… A little birdie told me that your new song is about a certain someone called the Swag Master of Doncaster. Care to explain?” James asked showing a photo of us exiting the studio with Louis’s arm protectively and lovingly around my waist. I started blushing, my cheeks heating up quicker than normal.
I didn’t say a word. I just simply held Louis’s hand and smiled.
James let out a loud chuckle and that was it.
We were officially a couple in the public eye… and we couldn’t be happier.
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,,Oh my god, I was just joking, you didn't have to buy me for that" Thaanks❤️❤️love your writing
Request 08: You Can(t) Always Get What You Want
Warnings: None? Fluff???
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You had a very different interior taste from Harry, that was for sure. Where Harry was all black and white, clean lines, and modern furniture, you were into the quirky aspects of design. You loved anything vintage, loud, and different. Somehow your styles inside your home had managed to go together despite their obvious differences.
That night, you were scrolling through your phone, a sneaky look on your face. Harry was checking e-mails next to you, glancing over at you every so often to see what you were up to. “I know tha’ face,” he commented.
“What face?” you asked, your eyes not moving from the screen.
“The face when yehr up t’ somethin’.”
“I am not-” but you couldn’t finish, because Harry had snatched your phone out of your hand, inspecting the images on the screen.
You bit your lip and leaned over, resting your chin on his shoulder. “It’s cool, huh?” you wondered out loud, hoping he agreed.
“Babe, wha’ are yeh gonna do with tha’?” He looked at you, a sense of doubt washing over his face.
You shrugged. “Maybe fix it up? It’d be cool just to have it… or I could take the top off and make this really cool project I found on Pinterest!”
Harry grinned at your enthusiasm and handed the phone back to you. “Love…” he said with doubt in his voice.
“It was just an idea, H. I wouldn’t really know how to fix it up anyway. Plus, I don’t really have the time.” You tried to hide the disappointment in your voice.
Haw leaned over and pressed a kiss to your cheek. “Maybe we’ll talk ‘bout it, yeah?”
You gave him a tight smile and you both returned to your phones.
Two weeks later, when you’d somewhat forgotten about that night when Harry so easily shut down your spontaneous idea, he came waltzing into the house with a shit-eating grin on his face.
“What’s up with you?” you questioned, closing your book.
“Come outside,” he said. He held out his hand.
You slowly stood, giving him a wary look. “Why…?”
“Jus’ come outside,” he repeated and led you to the open front door once your hand was firmly grasped in his.
As soon as you stepped through the threshold and your eyes castes up from the ground, you gasped. There in the driveway sat a 1972 Volkeswagen Bus Deluxe. The roof was rusted, the wheels were barely attached, and you could smell the mold on the seats from where you were standing. But it was beautiful to you.
“Oh my God, I was joking, you didn’t have to buy me that,” you lied, trying to contain your smile.
Harry released your hand and knocked his shoulder into yours. “Yeh weren’t jokin’. I could see yeh really wan'ed it. ’S yours. Yeh can do whatever yeh wan’,” Harry explained.
You squealed and threw yourself into his arms, your smile too big to contain. “Thank you, thank you, thank you!” you gushed.
Backing away from him, you gripped onto his shoulders and looked into his eyes. “Have I told you lately that I love you?” you whispered.
Harry nodded and then cheekily added, “Just not this quietly.”