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You can’t decide who is the man you want to be with. Dean, he is this sweet, adorable, funny guy who is always looking out for you and is constantly reminding you of how much he loves you. On the other hand, AJ is just simply phenomenal in bed. But he is dominant, and very aggressive. At the end, both of them tell you that there is no need for choosing, that they know how to share.
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One for the always lovely, @loonylittlemoony. You asked me to stop attacking you…I have a problem with listening, I think. ;)  Loads of love for you- Sar! x 

(also… I’m not sorry about the cliche title, you’ll see why.) 


You heard it before you recognized  it.

It was a week ago, over morning tea. Harry had been in his usual seat at the island in your kitchen, one hand wrapped around  his cup of tea and the other holding his phone while he swiped through his notifications.  You were standing on the other side, sipping at your cup of coffee and thumbing through a magazine that come earlier that week. 

Mornings were a peacefully quiet affair for the most part with Harry and you. After a good portion of it was spent with him whining and holding you hostage under the covers with him, you two would get up and get ready on your own pace.  Popping in and out of the bathroom and bumping hips, the occasional pat to your bum as he walks by. Yet you always made time to share a cuppa before you were off on your separate ways.

At first you think it’s your imagination, or perhaps just a coincidence. Your eyes pause in their trail across the words for a moment, corner of the page caught between your index finger and thumb as you listen closely. You wait for the noise to sound again, but instead you hear the sole sound of Harry sipping his tea. You bite your lip and go back to the article.

When it happens again, though, twice in succession you look up with a frown. 

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Ever think about being Harry’s date to an award show?

He’s so excited telling you that he’s been invited to the Oscars and that he wants you to come with him. But when you remind him that of course he’s invited, he’s nominated, he just laughs and shakes his head, mumbling, “Oh, right, forgot about tha’.”   

He insists on buying you the prettiest outfit, setting up countless appointments with your favorite designers. And he’d attend every one, showering you with compliments after every change. But you know you’ve got a winner when his jaw unhinges, tongue lolling to the side as he takes in the way the fabric hugs your every curve, the color compliments your skin tone, and how the style is so quintessentially you

In the car, he can’t keep his hands off you, though he’s careful not to muss your hair or smear your makeup. At first, you try to keep him from pawing at you, but you have to admit his blue polka dotted Gucci suit fits him exquisitely, and the way he’s left the top few buttons of the pale blue shirt gaping to give a peek of his strong chest has you swooning. Your resolve melts half way to the theater after you whimper a why and he answers, “I’ve got no control around yeh in this dress, kitten.” So Harry and you take turns placing kisses in concealable spots, delicately slipping fingers beneath clothes to feel each other without ruffling or creasing the fabric. 


But that doesn’t mean the both of you aren’t flushed from exertion when it’s time to exit the car and walk the carpet. 

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Do you ever make up a scenario in your head and think “no this is so past reality I need to stop” and then you realize it’s your own mind you can create whatever scenario you fucking want

Spending days off w/ Harry include..
  • Waking up to him stroking your hair
  • “Your mornin’ breath is horrid, love”
  • Playfully punching his shoulder.
  • Brushing your teeth together w/ him trying to give you frothy toothpaste kisses
  • “EW HARRY. THAT’S GROSS”
  • Spending the entire day binge-watching shows and movies on Netflix.
  • “Babe. Babe! BABEEEEEE.”
  • “WHAT”
  • “’M hungry.”
  • Ordering food because you’re both too lazy to get up off your lazy asses to cook.
  • Pushing each other out of the way to get to the door first when the delivery person rings the doorbell.
  • Harry picking you up to put you behind him and beating you to the door with a big smirk on his face.
  • Smacking his bum because “HEY. I WAS THERE FIRST.”
  • Sitting on the couch with your legs draped over his lap while you eat.
  • “I wanna try that.”
  • Him feeding you some of his food and pecking your nose after.
  • Laying on the couch with full, happy tummies.
  • Nuzzling your head into his shoulder while he pulls you closer to him.
  • Kisses to your head.
  • More kisses.
  • ALL THE KISSES.
  • Falling asleep in his arms while watching Netflix.
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I have no idea where this came out of.

WARNINGS: Its just pure… filth

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Award Anticipation

This is very short and very messy because it came to me while my boss was yapping about the Oscars at work today. x 

Originally posted by otra2o15

“Harry it’s starting,” you cry out, settling down onto the couch and grabbing the remote from the coffee table.

“M’comin love. Making yeh a snack,” he cries back from the kitchen as the microwave door shuts. 

You flip through the channels until you find the one you’re looking for, reaching over the back of the couch after you set the remote down to grab the blanket you have laying across the back of it. 

Harry appears not a moment later, looking cozy in a long sleeved shirt and a pair of sweatpants. 

“Thank you,” you mumble with appreciation as he sinks into the couch next to you, bowl of popcorn in his hands. 

“Mm, welcome love.” He says, kissing the top of your head. 

You fix the blanket around you two, making sure you aren’t hogging all of it before he lifts an arm and lets you tuck into his side. 

You hum contently as you take the bowl from his hands, and he gives your shoulder a squeeze as you pop a few kernels into your mouth.

The tv is flickering, the red carpet coverage shooing away as it goes straight to the award show. The stars are seated and the blackness disappears as the light shines through the arena and the show begins.

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Little things Harry would do to make Valentine’s Day special

Spend hours thinking of just the right words to put in your card, crafting the perfect way to explain how much you mean to him.

Insist on taking photos as you open your gifts. And when you protest, saying you’re still in your pajamas, he replies, “Gotta have summat to show our future children, love.”

Buy you a dress in the same shade of baby pink made of the same silky material as your favorite shirt of his. Not so that you’ll stop wearing his, god no; he loves coming home and finding you draped in his shirt, soft legs peaking out from the hem. He loves you in it so much he wants to see all the ways a dress of the same kind would flatter you.

Follow you around, gyrating and singing, as you get ready for the day, pleading with you to sing along. And when you finally let him take your hand, he spins you in a circle, crooning, “Girl, you know I want your love. Your love was handmade for somebody like me.”

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Harry Styles imagine - 

Your daughter turns up at his door –

You didn’t really know Harry. He had lived two doors down from you for the last 8 months. He had introduced himself to you when you had moved in and you frequently saw each other while entering and exiting the apartment building but you didn’t really know much about him. However with your frequent interactions, your daughter had become quite fond of him, especially because he was so nice to her and gave her a funny face or a big smile on the way past. She had even on occasion asked to visit him when she was bored, but had never really acted on it. She was only three after all; she didn’t really understand he was a stranger.

After a long stressful day of work, it had been a lot more stressful then usual, (difficult clients were the worst) and you had just picked up your daughter from day care. It was very late and you were very tired, and looking after a three year old on top of all that was hard, but you did it because she was the best thing that ever happened to you. Her father wasn’t in the picture, so you shared your little apartment with her and all her soft toys, and that was the way you liked it.

You got her situated in the living room with a bowl of pasta and went into the bedroom to get changed into something more comfortable, but instead decided to rest your head on the pillow for a moment. Only a moment later you’d fallen asleep.

After a while your daughter got restless. She hadn’t seen her mummy around for a while. She got up and checked the kitchen, and again the living room but couldn’t find you. When she was eating she was so used to you being in the room with her, that she couldn’t even think of where else you could be.

She began to get scared and upset, and didn’t have anyone to help her. That’s when she thought of Harry.

She stood up on her tippy toes, reaching for the door handle, and walked down the hall to his front door, softly knocking.

At first Harry thought he was hearing things. He had the TV on, but he was mostly looking at his phone, and the knock had been so soft he could have missed it. However when he heard it again he got up to investigate.

Opening the door he sees your daughter, at first he smiles but then is a little confused because firstly you are not there and secondly your front door in wide open.

“Hey sunshine,” says Harry. “What can I do for you?”

Your daughter looks up at him with wide eyes. “I can’t find my mummy.”

Harry looks at the little girl confused. “Why hunny? Where’d she go?”

You daughter starts to get a little more upset, tears starting to form at the bottom of her eyes, “I dunno. She gone somewhere I dunno.”

Harry looked at your daughter sympathetically. He didn’t know much about you but he could tell you were a good mum. He was sure you wouldn’t have just left her alone in the apartment.

“Well how about we go and have a look alright munchkin?” he asked. She just nodded in response.

He lifted her onto his hip and walked back into your apartment, knocking on the open door first, but receiving no reply.

Harry looked around the living room. He couldn’t see anything weird or strangely out of place.

“Where is mum usually hun? He asked your daughter in a soft voice.

You daughter snuffled. “I dunno. She’s always just with me.”

Harry chuckled under his breath. “Where’s her bedroom. Did you check there?”

You daughter shook her head. “No. Id fordot,” she mumbled into Harry’s shoulder, pointing in the direction of the hall.

It was then that Harry saw your sleeping form and chuckled under his breath again. You daughter squirmed and jumped out of his arms.

“Mummy I found you!” she yelled waking you up from your sleep.

You woke up with a shock, first from your daughter’s loud voice, and then because of the man standing at the end of your bed. It only took you a moment to realize who it was though.

“Harry? What are you doing here?” you asked running your hand through you hair.

He laughed. “Your daughter couldn’t find you so she came and asked for some help. That’s all. I’m glad you’re ok.”

You laughed and squeezed your daughter into a hug. “You silly billy! I was right here!” you giggled.

She laughed. “Sorry mummy!” Now that she had found you she was content and happy, going back to her dinner and movie in the living room.

You looked back at Harry. “I’m so sorry about that. She’s so silly sometimes.”

He laughed. “It’s alright. I’m glad she trusts me enough that she can ask for help.”

You smiled. “Me too. But I hope it wasn’t too much trouble. I mean she interrupted your night and…” before you could finish he interrupted you.

“I honestly didn’t mind. She’s very cute. Just like her mum.”

You smiled and blushed, a little taken for words. “Thanks.”

“Anytime. But maybe next time she turns up at my door, you can come to.”

You smiled. “It’s a date.”


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You okay?

 Plot: Justin’s not feeling well.

The sound of the door being unlocked and opened, made Y/n look up from her phone. She instantly knew it was Justin, but she was surprised to see him home so early.

It was only 8:27p.m, he texted her he won’t be home till, at least eleven, few hours ago, but now he’s here, standing at the entrance of the living room.

Y/n’s face lightened up at the sight of her boyfriend, but that quickly fade away. Justin was leaning onto door, his head in his hands.

Y/n quickly stood up and approached him. “Are you okay?” she asked worriedly. But she knew the answer even before she asked the question.

Justin didn’t even move, his breathing was deep and slow. “Do you want me to bring some water? Some medicine? Or do you wanna go catch some fresh air?”

At her last question he slowly nodded into his palms, and Y/n grabbed his hand and slowly walked out of their home.

They sat down on the porch, Justin placing his head onto Y/n’s shoulder. Y/n took his hands into her lap, gently moving the tips of her hands over his.

She moved her head to touch his and whispered. “Feeling better?”

Justin took few more deep breaths, he whispered nodding. “Thank you.”

The night was beautiful, everything was so peaceful, but even the sound of night crickets didn’t ruin the night. Moon was hiding behind a cloud, stars were up high, and the air was fresh and a little bit chilly.

Y/n could feel chills all over her body, turns out it’s not a smart idea to be out in just a tiny shirt.

“You’re shaking, let’s get you inside, before you catch a cold because of me.” Justin said, removing his head from her shoulder.

“No, we should better stay out since you’re not feeling well.” Justin got up, still holding her hands, slowly pulling her up. Once she finally stood up he pulled her into a proper hug.

“I am fine.” He mumbled into her ear. He separated them, only to connect their lips for a quick kiss.

Justin placed his hand on Y/n’s lower back, and they walked into their living room, sitting down on a couch, still holding each other.

Y/n placed her head on his chest, deeply breathing his smell in. “So stressful day?” Y/n finally asked after the silence became unbearable.

“More painful, than stressful.” Justin simply said, placing his chin on her head, smelling her hear.

“Why didn’t you come home earlier, then?”

“At first, it was just a simple stomach ache, and I thought it was, maybe because I didn’t eat. But then after I ate, it was still there and I just couldn’t concentrate but I was still trying my best, but in the end Scooter almost threw me out of the studio, so I would go home.” Y/n chuckled.

Typical Justin, always pushing his boundary, no matter what kind of pain or struggle he is dealing with.

“You know I love you, but sometimes, you shouldn’t be such a stubborn. Trust me, Beliebers will understand if you don’t publish new song every three months. Goddamn, their waited three years for Purpose, they can wait few week for new song. They are loyal.”

Justin took a deep breath. “I know they are loyal, and that’s the reason I want to give them something in return. I want them to know I am thankful.”

Y/n moved her head from his chest, looking into his eyes. “They are thankful to have an idol like you are, trust me, I know. I was and still am a Belieber.”

Justin smiled and kissed her. “When I thought I couldn’t love you more.”

Y/n smiled. “Face it Bieber, you can’t live without me.”

Justin smiled and nod. But his happy expression suddenly turned into a painful one. Y/n moved herself from his, giving him space. “You okay?”

Justin closed his eyes and nod. “Yeah, yeah everything’s fine, I just felt a sharp pain, that’s all.”

“Do you wanna go to the doctors? Maybe you caught some virus or something.”

Justin opened his eyes and looked at his worried girlfriend. He smiled and pulled her closer. “I am fine, baby, just having you in my arms in enough to cure anything.”

Y/n chuckled and mumbled into his neck. “Cheesy.”

Two hours later they were still in each other arms, watching a movie. Well, Y/n was watching a movie, Justin fell asleep during the first five minute of the movie.

She couldn’t blame him, he was working so hard, always putting everyone else before than himself.

The movie ended and she slowly removed herself from his, trying not to wake him up. He shifted a little bit and mumbled something under his breath.

Y/n went into one of their guest’s room and took a blanket. She placed the blanked over him and walked over to the bathroom.

She was just washing her hands when Justin stormed into the bathroom, hovering over the toilet. He was throwing up and Y/n run over to him, placing her hand on his back, moving it up and down.

Once he stopped throwing up, he placed his head on the cold toilet and she rushed to the sink and wet one towel, placing it on his back, neck and eventually his face.

Once he took the towel into his hands and pressed it onto his face, she got up and run into kitchen, bringing him some water.

When she came back, he was once again throwing up she rushed over to him. She rubbed his back, whispering it will be okay.

Once he stopped, she gave him water. “Take a shower, you’re all sweaty, and then we are going to hospital.” She whipped the tears that were on his face.

Justin looked at her, his eyes was so tired, and he looked like he left his soul in that toilet. “I am fine, we don’t need any doctors. I threw everything out and I will be fine now.”

She didn’t agree with his decision, but she knew fighting would be pointless, he would have it his way. “Do you want me to stay here while you shower?”

Justin gave her a weak smile. “If you like watching, but you can also join me.”

Y/n sighed. “Damn right you’re fine if you can be cheesy after that.”

She brought him some fresh clothes, even though she knew he would still sleep nude. She went into their bedroom and removed her clothes and put on one of his long sleeved shirts.

She placed herself under the comfy cover and waited for Justin to come out of the shower. Few minutes later he walked into the room, and as she predicted, he was carrying the clothes she brought him in his hands.

He walked to the other side of the bed, looking way better. He moved himself over to Y/n, so he could hug her. He placed his hand around her waist pulling her closer, and then moving his hand to her ass.

She kissed his neck and said quick “Goodnight” before she fell asleep.

What felt like seconds later, was actually hour and a half later. Justin was shaking her and she immediately got up not even opening her eyes, she asked. “What? You feeling sick again?”

Justin didn’t even get to nod when he stormed out of the bed, running into bathroom to throw up once again, even though Y/n was pretty sure, he had nothing more to throw up.

She rushed after him, once again, wetting the towels and giving him water. Once he stopped throwing up, she helped him get up and brought him back to their room.

She took the clothes she gave him before and he put the on, she changed too.

Soon enough she grabbed his keys and they were on their way to the hospital.


Part Two


I got two similar request about Justin having a strong migrane and stomach ache, so i kind combined them. 

Genuine

Bit on the ‘what if’ side of things, but I think we would all want a girl like this for Harry, in one way or another. (On a side note this is my all time favorite gif of him) 

Let me know what you thought, here, loves! I am accepting requests :-)

Originally posted by 1dcaradelevingne-blog


Harry had a habit of keeping you close.

Always, but most especially when it came to being out in public. The fans, well, it was no surprise that despite their dedication they were a bit much at times. Not just with their words, but their actions too. He wanted to protect you from it, because as much as he loved his fans, he loved you more.

He kept you tucked tightly to his side whenever he could, whether it was you two grabbing some food or simply leaving for a quick stroll, he didn’t like you being too far away. It was this fear that had kept him from admitting his feelings to you and from taking the jump from really good friends to significant others. His life was crazy, and he didn’t want that to affect you. Even when you two had been the best of friends, he had kept you hidden from the public eye. You were his, and his alone, private, a hidden treasure of sorts and he wasn’t quite ready to share you with anyone else, let alone the world.

Even today, he’s gripping your hand a bit too tightly as you struggle to keep up with his long strides. Admittedly, it’s a bit crazier than usual. It’s one of the boys’ biggest concerts on this tour, which is exactly why Harry had insisted on flying you out for it. It’s not that you hadn’t seen the boys perform before, you had. You’d been backstage at the X factor and with Harry every step of the way since then. However, you had never been to a show in the U.S., and Harry knew better than to listen to your protests of the plane ticket being too expensive. “Doesn’t matter, love. Want yeh here.”

It really came as no surprise then,  that the fans are lined up outside the hotel in a gregorious multitude, and that the roped polls and army of men dressed in black and appointed to your protection  looked significantly tiny in comparison.  The concert isn’t until tomorrow, the boys getting a much needed day of rest before. Or, they had planned.

You can’t help but look around in awe at all the commotion. Despite the lack of red carpet under your feet, you feel like you are indeed walking one. The fans are screaming left and right, startling bright signs waving around carelessly in exchange for even a second of the boys’ attention. There’s crying too, a lot in fact. You can hear it from all different directions as breathless pleas and sobs echo back and forth around you. The other boys were already inside the hotel lobby, behind the glass doors and away from the quiet roar of the crowd. They had opted to make Harry and you sit in the very back seats that the car offered, something about not wanting to lose lunch being their reason. Harry’s still stringing you along, mindful that you’re taking it all in but hurrying to get the pair of you inside as one of the bodyguards on his right is talking to him about god knows what.  His head is low as he listens intently to what the man is saying. When Harry’s career had first taken off, he would come home every once in 

awhile and be ecstatic about the fans, telling you stories about how heartfelt they were. It was so endearing to watch him, his green eyes alight as he recalled to you the moments that stood out to him in the sea of press releases and talk shows and signings. As time went on, though, it wasn’t that his stories diminished but rather the light in his eyes did. He still had lots to tell you, but you knew Harry well enough to know something was wrong under the surface. 

“Already tired of the fame, Styles?” You had teased him with a  quirk of your eyebrow. 

His head had snapped up from his phone at that, eyebrows furrowed and forehead creased. “No. Never. Yeh know that, love. S’just…” He mumbled, trailing off as he closed his eyes and ran a hand down his face. 

You had frowned at that, leaning across the booth and grabbing his wrist in your fingers. 

“Harry, what is it?” You ask, dragging his hand away from his face. He sighs, opening the tired eyes you had been avoiding to acknowledge since he came back. 

“They’re lovely, the fans. I would never question that, yeh know? We wouldn’t be anything without em. I- we, owe them so much.” He rambles, eyes narrowed as he tries to find the right words. 

“Harry.” You whisper softly, releasing his wrist to intertwine your fingers with his. “Look at me.” You demand after a quick beat. 

He does, blinking at you. 

You shake your head at him gently, “You don’t have to convince me love, I know exactly who you are. S’me you’re talking too, remember?”

His shoulders had sag a bit at that and after a little more coaxing he had admitted to you that it was exhausting at times, but there isn’t a thing he would change.

“Harry, you’re entitled to be tired. You handle it so well, you know that don’t you? All those interviewers looking to get a rise out of you.. You’re wonderful, Harry, and I’m glad I’m not the only who knows that.” You had responded with a squeeze of his hand.

He had flashed you a grateful smile in response.

“Although, I can say it was easier when thousands of girls weren’t pining for you, love.” You tease with a smirk, earning a loud chortle of laughter from him and a shake of his head, brown curls flopping around.

“S’only one girl I fancy, really.” He responds, lifting his hand to his mouth.

And you’re just about to enter the hotel, a mere few steps from the stairs when you spot the neon sign. It’s hard not to see it, really, but the words scrawled onto it is what causes you to come to a  stumbling stop. Harry comes to a stop too when he has to tug on your hand, your grip loosening from his. He’s instantly alert, ignoring the babbling man next to him as he lifts his head and turns over his shoulder to look at you. You’re turned away from him, staring somewhere off into the crowd and he wants to grab your attention, lean forward and grab your hand once again but he knows you’d only stop if it was important.

You don’t wait to offer him even a look of explanation as your step away from him, backtracking a few feet. The bodyguards and security members they have stationed behind you two and babbling away into their walkie talkies, spreading the news of the sudden stop. You’re stepping dangerously closer to the poll, the fans all screaming at you but you seem unphased. “Harry, she can’t just-” One of the bodyguards begins to lecture, and Harry knows he should say something. He takes a step forward to call after you, the guards around him mimicking his moves and keeping a tight box around him. But that’s when he notices the sign the girl you’re headed for is holding. He feels his heart pang a bit, every time he reads one of those signs he feels so.. Powerless. Him, big star Harry Styles who feels as if he’s the most menial man in the world were confronted with those ferocious words. Through twitter dm’s and instagram comments, to the posters he’d seen and the things he’d heard about fans, young girls thinking such disheartening things. He felt most frustrated with this, out of everything that came along with his career. 

You’re stepping closer to the fan whose eyes are wide as she lowers the sign and her mouth takes a widening ‘o’ shape. The guard closest to you grabs your elbow a bit possessively, causing Harry to frown. You turn, looking down at your elbow and up at the guard and although he can only see the side of your face Harry knows you’re giving the burlish man the sweetest of smiles. He’s talking to you in an urgent voice but you shake your head at him, extending the arm he isn’t holding onto to pat his forearm gently. Harry smiles a bit, the tension between his eyebrows unfolding. He recognizes the action all too well, it’s the one you give him when he’s worried or stressed or simply frustrated. A simple pat to the cheek and a kiss to his forehead with a placating, “Relax, love. You’ll be just fine.” The bodyguard, fond of Harry, turns to give him a questioning look and Harry nods at him. He releases your elbow, and you unaware of the exchange step closer to the fan.

You smile at her, black letters painted across her flushed cheeks, 1D taut against her freckled skin. You lean forward and offer your hand, and she carelessly drops the sign to the floor to hold on it. 

“Hi, love. What’s your name?” You ask over the roaring girls around you, everyone spreading the word that Harry Styles’ girlfriend is speaking to fans. 

“C-caroline.” She stutters, eyes wide and voice trembling not nearly as much as her hand is in yours. 

“That’s a lovely name, I’m Y/N, it’s nice to meet you.” You respond with a smile. 

“I know who you are! I mean- I..” She stutters, ashamed of her sudden outburst. 

You smile at, flushing yourself. “I saw your sign, Caroline.”

  Her eyes go wide and her face drops to stare at said sign, laying on the ground with the word side facing up. Harry, you saved my life. 

She glances up at you, eyes swimming a bit. Caroline clears her throat, blinking at you, “Can I tell you?” She gestures to the sign with her foot.

You nod at once, and she begins to spill as much of her story as she can, tripping over the details and gasping with deep breaths to share enough in the short time you two have together. You nod along when you can, encouraging her with your eyes. The girls, around you and maybe a bit farther away too have fallen quiet as well.

When she’s done, you smile at her. “Oh, love. I’m sorry to hear that.” She smiles at you and even without the cameras on you, you would’ve considered your words just as carefully.

You clear your throat a bit and you address not just Caroline but all the girls around you, You shake your head at her, bringing your other hand up to sandwich hers between yours. “Being a teenager is a  proper pain in the arse, isn’t it?” You ask, addressing the girls around you two that leaning on their toes to get a better angle with their smart phones and listen to your words.

They laugh in response to your inquiry, nodding. You grin at them, taking in all of their wide eyed faces and expectant stares.

“I hope-” You stop at that, biting your lower lip and shaking your head before you start again, “I want you all to know it gets better, yeah? I know it seems like it won’t ever end or get better, but I promise you it does. And you’ve got to keep your pretty heads up. Focusing on the good things, it’ll help loves. Good people, good books, I mean you’ve already got good music to keep you company.” You add with a smile.

The girls nod all together and you feel your heart swell a bit when Caroline finally flashes her smile at you.

“You’ve got a beautiful smile, Caroline. Should wear it more often.” You offer as a parting sentence, before you pull your hands away from hers and wave at the group before turning back.

“Wait! Could- do you mind signing this?” Caroline cries, sign outstretched towards you. 

Your eyebrows furrow together, “Me?” 

“Yes, you’re awesome!” She screams, causing you to laugh. 

“I haven’t got a pen..” You mutter slightly, glancing over your shoulder at the bodyguard who gives you a pressing look. 

“I’ve got one, pet.” A warm voice says as a hand slips around your lower back. You turn and see Harry beaming at you with a pen in his hand. 

“Thanks, love.” You respond as you sign it for Caroline before she asks for Harry’s, who obliges, and after that the fans pick up the ir screaming again hand outstretched and waiting to grab at your boyfriend. 

“Let’s go yeah, unless yeh want to stop for anymore detours.” He mumbles into your ear before pressing his lips to your temple.

 “No, no, let’s go.” You nod and let him lead you towards the stairs, waving at the girls one last time.

The glass doors shut behind your and the other boys have taken a seat in the waiting area, standing up with a dramatic sigh when you two finally enter. You shoot them a quick look before Harry is towering in front of you with his hands locked tightly around your waist.  

You glance up at him hesitantly, expecting a scoff with a wild “what were yeh thinkin’ love?” but instead a met with a warm smile. Harry’s smile. His dimples are popping and his eyes are shining and you know it’s not from the reflection of the florescent lights in the hotel lobby. 

“What’re you smiling about?” You ask, leaning up to poke his dimple.

 He chuckles, turning his face to press a swift kiss to your finger. “Jus’.. happy, sweetheart.” He mumbles, leaning forward and impatiently kissing your forehead. 

You hum, gripping the fabric of his jacket and pulling yourself closer to him. The cameras outside are probably having a field day with what had just happened and Harry’s sudden burst of affection. “She was lovely, wasn’t she? Caroline.” You clarify, glancing back out the glass doors at the still boisterous fans. 

“She was.” He agrees, one hand reaching up to tilt your chin back in his direction.

You humph at him, “Needy, aren’t you?”

His response is a grunt and pressing his thumb deeper into your chin, before he grabs it and brings you forward in a scorching kiss.

When he finally pulls away, forehead resting against yours and puff puffs of breath warm against your cheek, he speaks, “Thank yeh for that, love. Yeh didn’t have to.. That was sweet of yeh. That girl’s gonna remember that for a long time.” He mutters, kissing your cheek.

It was the exact genuity that had attracted him to you in the first place. How simply it came to you to make someone else’s day better without a second thought. 

You smile at him, eyes narrowed in confusion, “All I did was talk to her, give her a listening ear. Anyhow, she adores you  and I reckon if we could leave her a little piece of you, she’d have something to cheer her up a bit. At least for a while, you know help keep her grounded. ”  

Harry shakes his head at you, ringed fingers brushing across your cheek, “Yeh did so much more than that, angel.  Don’t think those girls are gonna be thinking about me at all. The difference yeh just made…“ He trails off before clearing his throat and restarting, “Love yeh. Yeh know that, right?”He gripes suddenly, forehead bumping against yours to punctuate his words. 

You give him a genuine smile, laughing slightly as you tilt your head up to brush your nose against his lightly, “Love you, Harry.” 

Driving in the car w/ Harry include..
  • Having his hand laid on your thigh because he can’t keep his hands off you.
  • Blaring lots of music in the car.
  • Singing along to the songs.
  • Screaming at the top of your lungs when one of the songs from the boys’ album comes on.
  • “i love this band! What’s their name again? One Erection?”
  • Him giving you a quick glare as you laugh your head off.
  • Playing w/ the fingers of his hand that’s on your thigh.
  • Giving him kisses on his cheek when you’re at a red light.
  • Falling asleep during a long night drive w/ your head rested against the window.
  • Him sneaking glances at you every once in a while to admire your beauty.
  • Him smiling to himself when you unconsciously intertwine your fingers with his.
  • Him giving your hand a light squeeze.
  • Bringing your interlocked fingers up to his face and giving soft kisses to your knuckles.
Blue Eyes

Prompt: AJ and you have tons of sexual tension. Then you catch him jerking off moaning your name. @thephenomenonalkingofthebrogues

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Santa’s grouchy little helper

Originally posted by ohstylesno

DAY 3 - DECEMBER 3RD

(Y/n) is always happy and sometimes Harry can’t handle it.

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jokedin  asked:

Hey! I have a concept for a blurb :) Harry going to his favourite coffee (or smoothie) shop - it was his post-work out ritual (along with sitting down and reading the paper or catching up on a book he was read or something). All the seats are taken so he asks to join (Y/N), who is very concentrated on studying for their law or sociology exam.

This is very cute! I tweaked it just a *tiny* bit. I hope you like it! x

Routine


He follows the routine he’s mastered to a tee over the past 6 years as he shuts the car door and fumbles with the keys in his pocket to lock it with a beep. 

 Head down, hands in his pockets, don’t engage. 

It’s still fairly early in the morning, with the cold morning chill lingering in the air as he shuffles towards the pay-as-you-go parking meter and jabs at the cold metal with his fingers. 

Once it beeps in affirmation, he steps onto the sidewalk and makes his way towards the familiar smoothie shop. It’s a quaint little place, especially at this time of the morning. A shop that reminded Harry much of the bakery back home in Cheshire. A small, close knit staff that always gave him a beaming smile and never pushed him for more than they would with a  regular customer. Although they were well aware of who exactly their regular visitor was. 

It was rare that he wasn’t papped, well, anywhere. But the smoothie shop was the one place he hadn’t been managed to be tracked down to- and for that he was beyond grateful. 

It had become sort of a routine, an early morning workout followed by a smoothie, long before anyone was up in the bustling town of LA. A relaxed sit back before the sun made it’s appearance and the day was well on its way. 

And although the smoothies were delicious, they weren’t all that kept him coming back. He liked having a secluded place in his new hometown. A secret of his own. It was rare, and it was something he cherished. 

He hadn’t run into a single fan at the shop either; not that he would rejoice over it. He loved them, and that was something that would never change- but he couldn’t help but relish in the fact that he hadn’t stumbled across a set of  starstruck wide eyes accompanied with a meek raise of their phone.

He pulls the door open to the shop and is instantly greeted by the organic smell of it. The walls are painted a light shade of yellow, not too bright but more welcoming than you’d think.  

The old lady behind the counter with a pink apron on looks up and smiles warmly at him as he takes his hood off and heads towards the counter. 

“Hi darling. Your usual?” She asks with a crinkled smile as she moves towards the blenders along the back wall. 

“That’d be lovely, thank yeh,” Harry replies with a dimpled grin. 

The old fashioned sentiment was something the lady had used for Harry from the day he had first shuffled into the little shop. It reminded him of home, of the way he felt people should address each other- with kindness and affection. It wasn’t something you came across often in Los Angeles. 

He crosses his ankles and leans back against the wall as he watches her add his familiar ingredients to the blender: a healthy serving of kale and just the slightest touch of coconut. 

She pushes the top on the blender before she turns back to him, “Paper should be on one of the tables.” 

“Right, thank yeh,” he replies with a laugh. 

She’s well aware of his routine too.

He turns as the blender switches on and scans the shop, looking for the paper when he realizes that he’s not the only customer there.

There’s a girl in the far corner booth, obliviously tucked away with her lip caught between her teeth as her concentrated eyes scan across the cluttered table top. She’s got headphones on and a pair of glasses sitting squarely on her face, pen twirling in her fingers and the other hand lifting a paper to find the one she’s looking for. 

Harry tilts her head at her in interest, watching her as she continues. She’s lifting papers and tossing them aside after a quick scan, eyes wild and narrowed on her pursuit. She lifts the big text book that’s sitting to her right and runs her finger along the side of it, feeling for any pages that are sticking out. 

Her brows are furrowed in concentration as she presses her index finger to the page her book is open to before she lifts it’s cover and brushes aside stray uncapped highlighters,  looking through the stack of papers underneath it. 

He can practically see the light bulb go off when her eyes do a double take and she grins triumphantly, grabbing the paper and pulling it out of the pile with a hardy tug. 

She scribbles something on the sheet in front of her before dropping her pen with a small thunk to the table. She sighs deeply, a sigh that even from this far away Harry can see shake her entire body. It’s a sigh he knows too well, one of frustration- of exhaustion.

She presses her hands to her face, sliding them under her glasses with a huff. He’s wondering if she’s crying, but a moment later she rubs her eyes and readjusts her glasses before reaching for her smoothie and taking a long sip of it, eyes closed.

She sets it down and grabs a hair tie from her wrist, swinging her hair into a makeshift quick ponytail, a few strands of her hair still lose and framing her face before she cracks her knuckles and picks her pen up again.  

She’s got a new look on her face- one of  complete determination and focus and Harry is more intrigued than ever at the process he’s just wittnessed. With cameras on him all the time, he’s become much more observant- perhaps out of obligation, but after what he just witness, he’s not sure he minds.

“She’s been here since we opened,” a voice says suddenly, pulling Harry away from his gaze. 

He turns to see the old lady holding out his smoothie, peering over his shoulder at the girl.

“S’tha’ right?” Harry asks thickly, glancing back at her.

She hums a response and Harry takes the smoothie from her with a quick thank you, before he his tennis shoe clad feet carry him back towards the girl.

He grabs a paper from one of the tables before and stands in front of her table, watching as her eyes scan across the page of her book. 

He’s tenative, a bit guilty too, because she’s obviously busy. He rocks back and forth on the soles of his shoes for a moment, but it’s not quick enough because she is glancing up at him with eyes that are fiery and determined. 

She blinks at him, once and then twice as she sits up a bit. Her head phones are still in and the pen has fallen slack in her hand and Harry wonders if she’s recognized him. He hasn’t seen the usual indications-widening of the eyes or the slight gape of her jaw. She licks her lips and pulls her headphones out slowly, letting them clunk to the table. 

Harry speaks up, clearing his throat, “ ‘Lo there, mind if I sit with yeh?” 

Her eyebrows furrow together and he can sense that she’s doing a quick scan of the empty shop so he speaks up, “I can sit somewhere else, if yeh want. S’no big deal, love.” 

Her eyes widen at the pet name, and she shakes her head before speaking in a rushed tone, “No, no, no. It’s just wh- nevermind, sorry it’s a bit of a mess.” 

She’s tripping over her words as she reaches across the table, brushing her carefully stacked papers aside carelessly. 

Harry smirks a bit, she’s flustered and he’d be lying if he didn’t find her adorable. “S’alright, you’re fine.” He mumbles, scooting into the bench across from her.

He gives a beaming smile as he lifts his smoothie to his mouth and takes a sip, flattening out the newspaper and lifting in in front of his face.

She’s staring at him inquisitively, head tilted slightly to the side before she sighs again and goes back to her work.

He’s observing her, in a way that would regularly make his own skin itch- over the edge of the newspaper.

She’s got her head resting against her palm as she scribbles notes from her textbook to her paper.  The loose strands from her ponytail are falling onto her page as her hand scrawls across it, and she keeps lifting her head a bit to let them fall aside before she continues. She’s holding the same focus she had before his interruption and  Harry’s surprised she hasn’t reached for her phone; nor her headphones again. 

His eyes drift from the newspaper to her notes that are a few feet away, observing how her handwriting is messy, yet elegant across the pages. They’re color coded, vibrant and as lovely as she is. 

He turns the page to remain inconspicuous when he sees her shift around in her seat a little. 

It’s like this for some time- they same easy quietness Harry admires about the shop with the new, occasional rustle of her papers or his newspaper. 

That is, until he here’s the slurping sound of an empty cup.

His eyes dart up from the newspaper, glancing at her. 

She’s got the straw caught between her lips, eyes focused on the pages in front of her as she sips at the empty cup again only to be met with the sound of the same slurp from earlier. 

“S’empty, love,” he says, folding the newspaper and setting it down.

Her face crinkles together in confusion at his words, nose scrunching up as if he too was taking apart of her studying before she realizes that’s not it at all.

She releases the straw from her mouth and the cup drums onto the table with a thunk. She’s embarrassed, glancing at the cup and then back at him with a sly smile. 

“Lemme get yeh another,” he says, turning over his shoulder and calling to the girl worker who has replaced the old woman from earlier.

When he turns back she’s frowning at him, a deep pressed frown that makes his heart thump wildly. 

“You didn’t have to do that.” She says firmly.

He nods, leaning back against the bench and shoving his hands into his sweatshirt pocket, “I know tha’. Say m’contributing t’your effort.” 

She simply blinks at him in response, before pushing her glasses up to her nose. She swallows a bit before setting her pen down and leaning back herself, “Thank you, that was really sweet of you.” 

He grins, “S’no problem, love. M’Harry.” 

She laughs at that, shaking her head as more of her silky hair falls out of the loose ponytail. 

“What’s funny?” He asks, puckering his lips in curiosity. 

“It’s just, god, of course I know who you are.” She says with a squeaky voice, lifting her phone up and turning it towards him. 

He squints at the screen and chuckles a bit, recognizing the album cover fondly, “Glad we could help yeh study…” He squints at her notes, wondering what exactly it is she’s been immersed in.

“It’s boring, really. You wouldn’t like it.” She says, shaking her head as she looks around at her mess with embarrassment. 

“Try me, love.” Harry says with a grin.

And although the sun is rising beyond the windows behind her, Harry feels perfectly content breaking his routine for once- especially if it means he gets to be here with her. 






Requested imagine -

You had just got back from an award show and you were exhausted. Like completely exhausted.

You had been feeling sick all night, the lights and the pressure around you had not done anything to help the headache you had been fighting all day.

You were the assistant to One Direction’s manager, and as she was back in London making last minute plans for their next tour you had been given the job of making sure that all the boys did what they had to at the award show.

It wasn’t a hard job. You got on well with all the boys, they were your best friends in the world, especially after being on tour with them for the last two years, so it was never not a good night when you actually got to go to an event with them. You were in charge of making sure they were all dressed and presented nicely, and had to keep a good eye on them so they made good decisions, but they weren’t stupid, and they’d done these things a hundred times, so you didn’t really have to worry.

It had just been a little awkward with Harry lately. At the end of the last tour you two had been getting close and you were starting to have real feelings for him. However you knew what he did and who he was so you didn’t put your hopes up. You were realistic. You knew he probably wouldn’t be interested in a manager’s assistant, so you distanced yourself.

You had a little break after the tour but now you were back with the boys.

He had confronted you about it earlier in the week when you met up again, saying that he felt you were giving him the cold shoulder.

You swear you could see the hurt in his eyes as he spoke.

Maybe you were wrong about him not being interested?


So the night had finally come to a close and you’ve all gone back to Louis’ home to rest for the night. You were currently in LA and Louis was the only one who had managed to secure a house, the other boys preferring to live in London, so the decision was made that you could all crash there for a few days before having to head back to the UK for the start of tour.

The plan earlier was to head to Louis to change and then head out again to go to an after party, but the thought made you feel even more sick than you were before. You were coming down from the high of the event and it was hitting you hard. There was no way you’d be able to go out again.

The five of you headed into Louis main living room and you looked straight towards the couch. You just wanted to collapse on it.

“Alright guys quick change and we’re out of here! Wanna go party like its 1999!” Liam proclaimed, heading quickly to one of the spare bedrooms that he had claimed for himself for the next few days. Niall nodded and headed in a similar direction. You observed Louis heading upstairs to his own bedroom.  

You on the other hand went and sat directly on the couch, holding your pounding head in your hands. Harry noticed your statue and sat next to you, placing a soft hand on the top of your back, rubbing gently.

“You ok?” He asked, the concern evident in his voice.

“Not really,” you laughed sarcastically, trying to laugh off how bad you were actually feeling. You slightly shrugged Harry off your back.

“Can I do anything to help? It’s your head isn’t it? I always used to get headaches after these stupid award shows?” He said, a lightness to his voice.

You just didn’t really want to be around Harry right now. Not only was your head pounding but your feelings for Harry were right at the surface of your mind again now that he was back in your life and you just didn’t want to deal with the rejection.

“I’m fine Harry, Just go get ready to go out with the boys, I might skip this one tonight.” you shrugged him off completely and moved away slightly, shifting further down the couch.

Harry huffed under his breath. “Can you not do that?” he said, shifting his body towards you.

“Do what?” you huffed back. You were frustrated with how you were feeling and the situation with Harry.

“Shrug me off like that,” he proclaimed. “You know I care about you and I just wanna make sure you’re okay.”

You looked up at him and saw his eyes wide with concern and confusion. You felt bad. You didn’t want to shrug him off, you just didn’t want to fall into the pit of feelings that was starting to develop again.

“I know Harry I just don’t want to deal with this right now.” you said putting your hand through your hair and resting your head on the back of the couch.

Harry looked confused. “Deal with what?”

“You Harry. I just can’t deal with you coming over here and saying that you care about me and making me have feelings for you when-”

He grabbed onto your arm and interrupted you. “Wait. Wait. You have feelings for me?”

You went pale for a moment. Paler than you had been a moment ago. You weren’t meant to confess your feelings to him so bluntly. Now you felt like an idiot.

“Harry just forget about it.”

He shifted closer to you. “I can’t just forget about something like that. I’ve been waiting two bloody years for you to say those words.”

Your head rose from the back of the couch and you looked at Harry. “Really?”

“Yes Y/N. I’ve had feelings for you for as long as I can remember. You pushing me away was breaking my heart.”

You felt guilty. “I’m sorry. I was pushing away because I didn’t want to get rejected it was easier for me to just move away slowly.

Harry placed a hand on your cheek. “You’re so silly.” He chuckled.

The next thing you knew you are being pulled into him arms, your head nuzzled under his chin.

“You know what? I think I might stay here tonight too. Don’t really feel like going out,” Harry said, putting his arms tighter around your waist.

You cuddled in closer to his chest. “That sounds good.”

He chuckled.

Moments later you were fast asleep. Harry reached over grabbing the TV remote so he could settle for the next few hours. There was no way he was moving.

Louis came in from upstairs and saw the sight in front of him. He caught Harry’s eyesight and laughed to himself . “Fucking Finally,” he said to Harry.

Harry chuckled. “Shut up.”

When the boys were finally completely ready they came back into the living room, awing at the sight. Liam gave Harry a thumbs-up and Niall gave him a small smile, knowing how much this moment meant to Harry.

Niall and Liam were respectful of you sleeping and crept out the door with Louis in toe. They knew how sick you had been feeling all day, saw how much you were struggling all through the night, and wanted you to get some rest.

Before completely leaving, Niall secretly took a few shots of the two of you on his phone, knowing Harry would appreciate them at a later time.

The boys shut the door behind them and headed down to the waiting car.

“Fucking finally,” said Liam.

“That’s what I said!” Louis proclaimed.

The three boys laughed to themselves.

i hope everyone gets involved in finding jason’s killer during the last episode and gets rid of these side stories

gimme group scenes where they discover information that puts them in danger