prettiest human being

Wedding in Hawaii || Part 2

hi. well i must say that part 1 went down pretty well, you all seemed to love it which makes me extremely happy! currently i’m working on part 3 and considering that harry styles just rocked up to the airport in a pair of glasses and a shirt that says “women are smarter” i am going to have to write about that too so get seated loves! i hope you’s will enjoy part 2, it’s really really fluffy and you will cry if you are sensitive. even if you aren’t you will shed a tear or two bc harry’s amazing. ok i shall stop rambling. hope you’s enjoy, don’t forget to like and follow and i think there’s an option to turn on my post notifications as well so if you don’t wanna miss out on cute harry stuff i suggest you turn it on 😘 lotta love, xoxo -b

Part 1 •  Part 3

It was around 12 pm when Harry and I finished our time in the gym that Harry desperately wanted to visit. He said it tends to help with his hangover and I knew about that because he’s done it before, I just didn’t think it helps. For me at least.

Once we got back from our work out session we both showered then got into something comfy to go and hang out in with the others.

Harry was wearing blue shorts with a grey shirt that had an eagle on the front, white sunglasses and a yellow snapback.

I think it was safe to say that he looked stunning. Gorgeous. Absolutely breath-taking. Beautiful.

You get the gist.

While he was literally shining I was looking like trash next to him but I didn’t mind because his beauty was enough for me too.

“I lost count on how many times I’ve caught you staring at me just since we got back from the gym,” Harry told me as he laughed.

We were sitting on the grass because we liked to make a show of ourselves in front of other people. It was chill as we were both having a glass of champagne, not minding one bit that we just got over our hangovers.

That’s how you roll when you’re a wedding guest, right?

“Can you blame me?” I asked him as I brought my glass up to my mouth and took a sip of my cold and bubbly drink. It felt good as it slid down my throat into my stomach, the coolness of it giving me a refreshing feeling for a little while. “You’re quite possibly the prettiest human being here.”

“You compliment me too much. It should be the other way round,” he shook his head which I saw from the corner of my eye. “Sometimes I feel like our roles are reversed.”


“Don’t know,” he shrugged. Wow, thanks for helping me. “I just do. But I don’t mind. It feels good to have someone like you beside me. Giving me compliments when I feel down and stuff, always making sure I’m grounded. I’m glad to have you.”

“You’re gonna make me cry, stop,” I laughed. As the words left his lips I just suck all of them in which totally messed with my emotions. He just had his own way of making me feel all these things and I will never be able to explain just what he does to me. “You deserve it all, honestly.”

“How much do you wanna bet that you’ll be the one to get down on one knee?”

“I’ll be getting down on two tonight,” I blurted out which caused him to just look at me with a smirk on his lovely features.

“Y’know what I meant you cheeky girl,” he squeezed my thigh, his hand eventually going more and more up. “I swear you got more confident ever since we got together.”

“Ever Since New York.”


“Your song, silly boy.”

“Still don’t know what you’re saying.”

“You said I got more confident ever since we got together. But those are not the lyrics to your song.”

“Oh,” he said. “Oh my godness, baby, really?”

“I’m a proud girlfriend. Did you know that by the way? I’m proud of you. Like, super-duper proud.”

“Thank you,” he smiled and leaned closer, his lips touching mine in a sweet, champagne flavoured kiss.

A small moan escaped from me as he massaged his soft and tender lips against mine, his tongue slightly tracing over my upper lip causing me to open my mouth. Soon enough our tongues were slapping together and tasting each other, the familiar taste of the champagne rolling off of his sweet lips and tongue made my head spin and body shake. 

Our kiss started off totally innocent then ended up quite heated. But I loved it. Every time Harry and I kissed I just fell in love with him more and more.

The heated moment was interrupted when a ball was thrown our way, our lips parting ways quickly with a smacking noise. My cheeks were turning slightly pink as I licked my lips and turned my head where Harry was looking.

“Harry, play with me!” the little girl asked him, well, more like demanded then soon enough she ran away.

She was basically in love with Harry. Her name was Lily one of the men’s daughters, only 5 years old if I remember correctly. She was the cutest little girl I have seen in a long time; her neediness for Harry’s attention reminded me a bit of myself.

I looked back to Harry who was laughing as he was already staring at me with his eyes, licking his lips which caught my attention straight away.

His lips were pink, shiny and kissable. Whenever he would talk I’d sometimes just zone out and admire his mouth, the way he forms each word is just absolutely mesmerising to me.

Well, everything he does is mesmerising to me.

“Guess I better go and play,” he laughed before pecking my lips softly. I put my hand on the side of his neck, biting into my lower lip as I scanned over his face not missing one bit before seeing his little side smirk appear alongside his dimples. “You’re literally obsessed with me, aren’t you, pretty girl?”

“I just love you. I’m in love with you. Badly,” I told him what he probably already knew. Wow I loved him so much I would jump off a cliff for him if it meant he’ll be happy for the rest of his life and nothing bad will happen to him.

“I love you so much,” he said as he pressed a kiss to my forehead then got up to play with Lily.

And if I wasn’t an emotional mess before than I sure as hell turned into one the moment they started to play.

Harry had his phone in one hand while his champagne glass was in the other one and Lily was just chasing after him as he jogged in front of her. Their laughter added to the vibe of the people who were already talking and it made the atmosphere livelier and more welcoming to those who only just got to where we were.

Moments later Harry gave me his phone as he continued to play with the little girl. When he bopped her nose and she laughed then he joined in as well my whole heart melted like a big block of butter in the hot weather and I couldn’t stop the semi-loud “aw” rushing out of my mouth.

That was honestly the cutest fucking thing ever.

Lily was so small and Harry was so tall and gorgeous and the way he just messed around with the little girl was so adorable and all I wanted to do was get pregnant and give him a baby. I know I sound crazy but honestly.

He was so damn adorable I wanted to cry in happiness. He was just the man of my dreams. No, wait, scratch that.

Harry was better than any man in any of my dreams ever. Harry was something else.

He was better than anyone I have ever met, he raised my expectations and standards to an unhealthily high bar and I almost felt stuck up for it.

I loved him so much it was quite pathetic and indescribable; he made me so happy I sometimes wondered what my life was like before I got to know him.

“What are you thinking, pretty girl?” his voice was so close to me I almost jumped out of my skin. I wasn’t expecting him to be next to me but I guess my thoughts totally drowned me.

“Nothing much,” I answered finally as I looked up to him.

“Alright, if you say so,” he sat back down next to me, pushing his sunglasses up so that they were resting on his head on top of his snapback. “We have a dinner to attend tonight. Would you do me the honours of being my date for it?”

“I would absolutely love that,” I told him smiling which he returned. “You get tanned so easily I’ll have to get my game on.”

“You’re so fucking competitive,” he shook his head laughing.

“I am. Do you have a problem with that?” I asked back sassily.

“No just know that I will not let you win. I will be tanner than you are by the time we are going home.”

“Is that what you think?” I raised one of my eyebrows, challenging him. “Fifty quid when we get home?” I put my hand out, knowing full well he’s gonna have to pay.

We’ve done this before when we were in LA and I was twenty quid richer when we got back home. I had to raise the bar by thirty to make some profit.

“Alrighty, miss,” he took my hand and shook it. “Fifty quid right as we land at Heathrow.”

I winked at him, lifting up my new glass of champagne and taking a sip. I can’t wait to spend that fifty quid on shit that I don’t even need.

GOT7: seeing you dressed up for the first time

I never wear dresses, either, unless it’s for a special occasion. I like to sit in positions dresses just don’t accommodate, so what can you do


Mark thinks you look fantastic no matter what you’re wearing, but would really enjoy seeing you in something you don’t usually wear. A smile brighter than every star in the universe would dominate his face as he gently takes your hand, pulling you close to him. “You look amazing, Y/N,” he’d say as he continues to gaze at you, utterly wonderstruck. He’d take this opportunity to document the special occasion through countless selfies and candids of you walking beside him. Would probably show these pictures to everyone he knew and brag about how much he loves you


Jaebum, too, thinks you look hot in literally anything. Like, you could be wearing sweatpants and an old mustard-stained tee shirt but damn, you’re hot. When he sees you all dressed up for the first time, though, he’s rendered speechless.  Unable to look away, he’d rub the back of his neck almost nervously before walking up to you, his hands coming to rest on your waist before leaning in and kissing you. “You look amazing, babe,” he’d mutter with his lips brushing your ear ever so lightly


Jinyoung would break for a second upon seeing you in a dress for the first time. His mouth would hang slightly agape, his eyes fixated on you. Shaking his head to snap himself out of his trance, he’d take your hand and bring it up to his mouth to kiss it, his eyes never wavering in their contact with yours. “You look like a princess, Y/N,” he’d say, a soft smile turning his lips up. He’d be unable to look away from you the whole time you were together. You’d catch him gazing at you unabashedly more than a few times


Jackson would freeze for a second when he first say you in a dress. It’d pass as quickly as it came, though, and all of a sudden you’re being showered in compliments as he spins you around to see the dress at every angle. He’s torn between wanting to show you off to the world and wanting to keep you all to himself, and he voices each and every one of these thoughts. Finally, he’d take your hand in his and practically drag you to wherever you were going, stopping random people in their paths and asking, “Isn’t she beautiful? She’s my girlfriend. I’m so happy.” 


Youngjae is having the time of his life. On an ordinary day, he’ll still think you’re the prettiest human being on the planet, but seeing you all dressed up is making his heart hurt. His smile would burst across his face before he even realized it, a shy laugh slipping past his lips as he looks at you, awestruck. “You look so beautiful,” he’d say softly, planting a kiss on your cheek. He’d probably take your hand and dance with you at random times during the day, spinning you around and beaming, because he can’t get over how amazing you look


Bambam would be in the middle of a sentence when suddenly he saw you in a dress and all of a sudden, he forgets whatever he was saying and stutters out random vowels for a straight minute, his body frozen. Finally, he snaps out of it and rushes over to you, his hands on your waist as he plants kisses all over your face five times over. “Wow. You look… wow,” would be the only thing he’d be able to say for the time being. Expect him to take a million selfies with you and to catch him taking photos of you when he thought you weren't’ looking 


Yugyeom would immediately smile so wide you thought his face would spilt in half because of it. He’d gently cup the sides of your face and lean in, kissing you, before pulling back and saying, “You always look so amazing, Y/N.” Smirking playfully, he’d take your hand and spin you around like a princess before pulling you back to him and dancing slowly with you, no matter where you were. 

Wisdom Teeth {Bakugou Katsuki}

At the moment, Bakugou Katsuki isn’t sure about too many things. For one, he doesn’t recognize where he is. Why are there so many people around him? And why are these lights so bright? He isn’t really sure what he’s doing in this strange place either. However, he does know two things for sure. One, there is something wrong with his mouth. It feels strange like it’s stuffed with cotton. And two, he is sitting next to the prettiest human being he has ever seen. You are just sitting there, casually flipping through a magazine. There is something about you that is so beautiful it’s striking. And so familiar it’s frightening. Bakugou’s eyes flicker down to your lips. Why does he feel like he’s kissed those lips before?

Little does he know, Bakugou actually has kiss those lips before. He’s bitten and bruised them quite a bit before too.

You look over at your boyfriend and try to suppress a laugh. He looks pretty pitiful right now. Bakugou’s cheeks are delightfully pink and slightly swollen. His eyes are half-lidded, and he is slightly swaying in his seat. Bakugou slouches, resting his weight against your shoulder.

“Goddammit, you’re so fucking beautiful it makes me sick,” he blurts out. His voice is muffled, but you can make it out perfectly.

You blink and smile, “Oh, thank you, baby.”

“I fucking mean it.”

“You’re too kind, really,” you chuckle, probably enjoying this a little too much.

“Hey, doll face, you gotta boyfriend?”

“That I do,” you sigh playfully.

“Where the hell is he? What the fuck is that asshole doing? I bet I cold win inna fight ‘gainst ‘em.”

“I don’t think there’s any need for that,” you say, then add quietly, “My boyfriend’s the strongest. He wouldn’t lose.”

Bakugou falls into silence, letting his head rollback against the wall. His brows are furrowed in pain. You pat his hand, trying to give him any type of comfort. You’re sure he is tired, and at this point, you just want to get him home so you can take care of him.

“I’m going to check on that medicine. Hang tight, Katsuki. I’ll be right back, okay, baby?”

You lean down and place a kiss on the crown of his head, something Bakugou’d probably object to if he wasn’t so out of it. You smile at him before walking over to the secretary’s desk. Bakugou watches your (h/l) (h/c) locks move as you talk to the lady at the desk. His cheeks twitch, unable to form a smile due to the fresh stitches and gauze in his mouth. Bakugou turns to the old man who is sitting to his left.

“Hey, Old Man, I’m gonna fucking marry that girl one day. You just fucking wait on it.”

You scurry back to Bakugou who is now sparking his palms and screaming at the old man through the gauze in his mouth. Holding the medicine in your left, your right hand gently covers Bakugou’s mouth, careful not to aggravate his swollen cheeks.

“Sir, I’m so, so sorry,” you bow repeatedly, “I should’ve kept a better eye on him.”

The old man chuckles and waves his hand dismissively. You bow again and help Bakugou to his feet, letting him rest the better half of his weight against you. He is suddenly quiet again, probably a little shaken from being forced to stand. You pat his chest reassuringly, and the old man smiles to himself, hearing your voice comforting Bakugou as the two of you leave the office.

You’re allowed to be angry, sad, and upset. Fuck whoever says “girls should always be happy, that’s when they’re the prettiest.” You’re a human being not a doll.

out of popcorn

Warnings: swearing, smut.

“Jesus, Dan, keep it together,” you whispered as soon as Phil was out of earshot.
You were sat on the sofa, his head resting on your shoulder as you shared a blanket. It was a particularly cold and rainy spring day, so the three of you had decided to bunker down in the phan apartment and watch movies. The boys were still in their pyjamas, and that was a pretty accurate reflection of how energetic you all felt. It was all very relaxing and nice, but Dan had the attention span of a flea when it came to movie marathons. Especially when you were present. About halfway through the second film you’d felt his hand rubbing your shoulder absently begin to wander. By noon he was sneaking kisses to your temple while Phil was absorbed in the plot. It was late afternoon now, and as the credits began rolling, Phil had begrudgingly agreed to get up to refill the popcorn bowls.
As he had left for the kitchen you’d turned to Dan to confront him about his whole day of teasing.
“What?” He asked innocently. You knew he’d do this. Act clueless. He always did in these situations. And while you knew he was only doing it for a reaction, you refused to let yourself admit that it was incredibly hot as he brushed his fingers over your skin ‘innocently’.
“You know very well what,” you scoffed. He just chuckled and leaned in.
“I thought you liked my fingers on your thigh.” The sultry tone of his whisper as he nosed up your neck to your jaw made your heart rate quicken, and the subsequent sensation of his lips twitching up into a smirk against your flesh made you clamp your bottom lip between your teeth to silence any vocal indication of how much you wanted him. You weren’t going to give him that satisfaction just yet. It would come, but he could wait.
“I do, you just have terrible timing.”
His laughter tickled your throat before he sealed it with a small kiss.
“It’s been a week since we’ve done anything. I’ve missed you,” he said between kisses.
“I’ve missed you too but now isn’t the best time-”
“Guys!” Phil called from down the hallway.
“Yeah?” You broke apart and called back in sync, then looked at each other and giggled.
“We’re out of popcorn! There’s not a single kernel of unpopped corn in the house. Did you guys have some the other day? Because I swear we bought more.”
You got up and found him digging around in all the cupboards.
“Are you sure it didn’t 'disappear’ the same way that packet of marshmallows did?” You asked.
“I swear I didn’t eat them! For once it wasn’t me I promise!”
“Sure. Sure Phil. Whatever you say Phil.”
“I’m serious!”
“Mm hm.”
You joked as you helped him look. He was right, there really wasn’t any left.
“I really want more popcorn, but I don’t want to change out of my pyjamas to go and get more.”
“What do you really want? Phil Lester, this is a serious decision you have to make. The answer is in your heart. Make the right choice. Make us proud.”
“That’s so much pressure on my young shoulders!”
“'Young’” you joked, poking him in said shoulder.
“Shut up. Ok. I’m going to do it. The popcorn is calling to me.”
“It’s your destiny.”
“I accept the challenge of this popcorn quest.”
He giggled and went to change while you returned to the lounge.
“Well?” Dan asked.
“Well, you can thank me in about five minutes, because I convinced Phil to go buy more.”
“Mm, fuck,” Dan mumbled against your lips as you both tumbled onto the bed in a tangle of limbs. You were both so needy it was almost laughable. You giggled as Dan hastily tore off his pyjama bottoms and you unclasped and kicked off your overalls before reuniting your lips. Underwear came off next, and you were both laughing into the kiss as you did so.
“You’re so pretty,” you giggled softly as your hands ghosted over the flawless skin of his back, shoulder blades and neck to eventually settle in his hair.
You weren’t lying.
Leaning over you with his arms either side of your head, chest already heaving with desire, skin delicately flushing with need and his beautiful brown eyes staring into your own, he really was the prettiest human being you knew. And he was about to fuck you. Good god.
He continued staring at you for a moment, and suddenly his mouth was falling onto yours again, this time hot and hungry, like he’d never get enough of your mouth. You were both rolling around on the sheets and as your bodies intertwined you weren’t sure where yours ended and Dan’s began, but you didn’t care. The only thing you cared about was him. His mouth, his hands, his skin on yours, and oh god you wanted him to fuck you. Hours and hours of teasing meant no foreplay was necessary - you were so lost in the sublimity of the kiss that you didn’t even register him reaching for a condom until he broke away to roll it on.
“Is this ok, babygirl?”
Just the use of the pet name and his voice thickened by lust had you whimpering as you nodded.
You moaned and attached your mouth to his collarbone as he entered you, his own low moan heightening the cathartic sensation. You watched as Dan closed his eyes and let his head fall onto your shoulder, biting down as the pace of his hips quickened.
It was over in a heartbeat - hours of arousal concluding in one minute of glorious euphoria. Dan’s moans increased in volume and pitch as his climax built, gripping the headboard above you, eyes squeezed shut as his body moved rhythmically to the end. You felt his thighs and lean biceps begin to spasm under your palms as the telltale build of warmth signalled your oncoming orgasm.
“Fuck, y/n, oh fuck, tell me, oh, tell me you’re close, I can’t, I’m gonna, fuck-” his breathy, desperate moans as he came were your undoing.
“Fuck!” He screamed, nails digging into the headboard and hips bucking into yours frenziedly.
“Dan, oh fuck,” you moaned as your back arched up and your chests brushed, while your walls clenched and spasmed around him.
Dan, exhausted and totally out of breath, let his head fall onto your shoulder as he collapsed unceremoniously onto your chest, pulled you into him and rolled over so you lay on top, still panting into his heaving and slick chest. He removed the condom and slipped out from under you to dispose of it before climbing willingly back into your arms and pulling you on top of him.
“That’s got to be a record for us, surely,” he said contentedly as he stroked your hair. You smiled and looked up at him.
“Thanks to me for sending Phil to get popcorn,” you joked.
“More thanks to me for getting us in the mood.”
“It was a team effort,” you grinned and he laughed, as you both got up and began redressing.
“That’s not how it works.”
“Yes it is!”
“No, I get more credit because I put hours into this.”
“It’s about quality not quantity, Dan.”
“That saying doesn’t even apply to this situation!”
“Yeah well it does now.”
“You can’t just make it apply when it doesn’t!”
“Well I just did so fight me.”
“Oooh, look at you now, little miss 'violence isn’t the answer’”.
“I say 'fight me’ to you because I know you won’t.”
“That’s it you little shit, come here,” Dan laughed and grabbed for you. You giggled and dodged him, before running from his room.