Here’s the much awaited Part 2! I’m gonna say sorry in advance for how this one ended because I already planned out the ending yet I couldn’t put it into words. The result was a little confusion with the writing in the end but hopefully you guys will get the scenario.
Message me or ask me HERE if things get a bit confusing. I’ll take the blame. Sorry again. And to make up for it, I’ll make a Part 3! It’s time to send in your suggestions again!
It has been a few months since Harry and I broke up. To say that Harry was broken was an understatement. He made sure to call me everyday. Of course, what could he expect? I never answered. I even contemplated on changing my number but I had too much respect to do it.
The entire universe unfortunately found out about the break up but to my surprise, the fans wanted us to get back together. It wasn’t unknown to me that I was on the Directioners’ good side. They saw how much I love and took care of Harry and his fans appreciated that. Even though Harry ruined our relationship, it was still the best four years of my life.
“Y/N please at least answer his call. Just a call, singular. Please.” Louis called me a few days after the break up.
“Louis, I can make my own decisions.” I said.
“But you haven’t seen him. He has neither eaten nor bathed. His eyes are bloodshot and bags are seen under his eyes. He’s not the same without you Y/N.” I heard Louis say something when his phone was taken away.
“Harry, no.” Louis said but Harry didn’t listen.
“Y/N? Love? I’m so sorry. I’m so fucking sorry. Please hear me out. I-” Harry was about to continue when I hung up
Hearing his voice made the butterflies in my stomach come to life. I missed him. I really did. But if his fame and fortune was more important than me, then to heck with him.
I deserved better.
As the fashion show gets closer, nerves start kicking in. It was a good thing though. It made me work extra hard and made myself busy to avoid thinking about him. Gemma calls me every once in awhile to check up on me and so did Anne. It made me feel guilty though. I left their son/brother broken, yet they still cared for me. Gemma even made sure that I include their names for the VIP section in the fashion show.
One day, I was in a coffee meeting with my fellow designers and the organizers of the fashion show. They were talking about lighting, stage decor, and color scheme when I got a phone call from Gemma. Because of the meeting, I couldn’t answer her call. I shrugged it off thinking it may just be her weekly “just checking up on you” calls. I’ll just call her back later.
But no, her calls kept on coming.
“Excuse me for just one moment.” I told everyone. They just smiled and said to go ahead. I immediately called Gemma and I got an answer in one ring.
“Gem? What’s wrong?” I asked. I waited for an answer but all I got was a sob.
“Hello?” I asked once more. “Gem? You ok? Where are you?”
“It’s… It’s mum. Out of nowhere she just… she just collapsed and… and we had to call an ambulance and bring her to the hospital. She… she was bleeding, Y/N.”
I couldn’t process what she was saying. Anne was like a second mother to me, and knowing that her state was critical, I couldn’t just sit around.
“She was looking for you.” Gemma answered. “She was conscious for a few seconds in the ambulance and called everyone’s name, including yours. That’s why I had to call you up and tell you.”
“Where is she now?” I asked, making my way back to our table to collect my things.
“We’re here at the Wythenshawe Hospital back home. But you don’t have to drive all the way here, she’ll understand that you’re in London and-”
“I’ll be there in a few. Just… update me ok?” I said and hung up. My colleague saw me collect my things and stopped me for a minute. She gave me a look that said ‘what are you doing?’
“I’m so so sorry everyone, but my mum was brought to the hospital so I have to go. I’m really sorry.” Good thing that everyone was considerate enough and let me go without a grudge. Even the highest positioning person there told me good luck and to be careful.
Please let Anne be ok.
The drive to Holmes Chapel was somewhat short considering it was in the middle of the day where people were at work, which means no traffic, and I may have over sped a little. I quickly got my things and ran in.
“Excuse me, can you tell me where I can find Anne Styles or Anne Twist right now?” I asked the nurse. She looked at me as if I’m a crazy person.
“I’m sorry but the family told us that we were not allowed to tell anyone about her condition considering the entire family is here.” The nurse said.
“But I am family. I’m-”
“I’m so sorry but we won’t allow media or fans to enter.” She said in a “shoo” tone.
I was about to explode when I heard a voice that I know too well.
“Y/N?” Robin said.
“Robin…” I said and my eyes softened.
“It’s ok, she’s my daughter-in-law.” He joked to the nurse. I laughed a little and immediately hugged him. He accepted the comfort and rubbed my back to soothe my worries.
The entire course of Harry and I’s relationship, Robin was always there like a Dad. He throws “funny” puns just like a regular dad would. He’d invite us to weekend barbeques when Harry was not busy. He’d sometimes invite us over to watch football on TV, considering I was a massive fan myself. When my parents were in town, Robin was the one who came up with the idea of a family dinner. He and my dad bonded like long lost friends, which made Harry and I happy that our parents were getting along.
“Robin, how’s Anne? Is she ok?” I asked, sniffling a little considering I was crying the entire trip here.
“She’s still in surgery, dear. The doctors are yet to talk to us about her condition.” He continued, “Thank you so much for coming in a flash, dear. Anne would be so happy to see you here.”
“Y/N!” I heard someone say. I turned around and saw Gemma and her boyfriend. She ran towards me and engulfed me in a bone crushing hug. I didn’t care though, she needed the comfort as much as I did.
“Gem! You ok?” I asked.
“Yeah. Thank you so much for coming, you know… even after the break-up… Mum would be so happy to know that you’re here.” She said.
“Don’t mention it. I know you guys need a little comfort at this time.”
“Actually, there’s one person that needs comforting more than Gemma and I right now.” Robin said pointing to the benches by the emergency room. Seated with his face on his hands was none other than Harry himself. One can immediately know that he was crying, seeing that his breathing was fast. I sighed and smiled a little. Gemma smiled back and I made my way towards the love of my life.
I went over and knelt in front of him. “Harry?” I called. He immediately looked up and his eyes opened wide. He rubbed his eyes to check if I was really there.
“Y/N” was all he said before engulfing me in a tight hug. He cried harder as soon as his face hit my neck.
He needs me right now, and I’m not courageous enough to push him away, so I let him hug me. He hugged me like never before. This hug has a mix of “I miss you.” and “I need you.”
Everyone knows how Harry was a mummy’s boy. He’d drop everything for his mum. He respected how Anne raised them on her own before she met Robin. The way she raised both Gemma and Harry into these beautiful human beings is beyond anyone’s power, and Harry knew that. She taught them how to respect women and people in general. She showered her children with love and made sure that they got only the best.
“Shhhh… “ I said as I rubbed his back. “Your mum is a fighter remember? She’ll get through this.”
“Thank you… so much.” Harry said in between sobs. I was about to say something when I heard the doctor call for Anne’s family members. Harry was the first one to stand up as if it was his name that was called.
“How is she?” Harry asked. Robin and Gemma was beside us in a matter of seconds
“She’s fine now. There was just a lack of oxygen in her brain which caused her to faint. Was she exposed to stress recently?” The doctor asked.
“Not that we know of, doctor.” Robin said.
“It may also be caused by excess work, but she’s now ok. The only problem was that she hit her head a little too hard. There was an excessive bleeding but we were able to stop it.” The doctor said. Everyone sighed in relief.
“She has passed the critical stage now and she’s in the recovery room. We’ll bring her to her private room as soon as her vital say she’s ok. But she’ll still have to stay for a few days just so that we can keep an eye on her and check for no further damage.” The doctor continued. Everyone thanked him and sat down with a sigh of relief.
I then continued rubbing Harry’s back for comfort. He didn’t say anything. All he did was hold my hand as a sign of gratefulness. I smiled at his kind gesture and for a few months, I saw him smile, a genuine smile.
That same day, Anne woke up to all of us fast asleep around her bed. Robin was beside her holding her hand. Gemma and Michal were leaning on the wall with their heads on each other’s shoulders. Harry and I were both on the couch the room came with with our hands intertwined. The sight made her heart melt. Everyone she loved was in one room. Robin felt Anne’s hand move which caused him to wake up fully. He then woke everyone up and everyone was happy to see her awake and well.
For the past few days I have been staying with Harry and his family at his childhood home. I wanted to stay and help the rest take care of Anne. Fortunately my work allowed me to take a few days off considering I told them that it was my mom who was brought to the hospital. They understood my case and let me have the days off.
Following the recent events, Harry has been quite distant with me the past few days. All I did was take care of him because I knew that he’d be too busy taking care and worrying about his mum that he’d forget to take care of himself. It was like a reflex.
“Harry, what do you think should we bring for lunch today? Gemma texted me saying that we should bring lunch for everyone. Your mum’s looking for Nando’s for some weird reason.” I told him as we made sure to pack everything Anne needed for the next few days. As I was about to talk again, Harry called me to the kitchen.
“What’s up?” I asked as I entered.
“We need to talk.” He said.
“Sure, what’s up?” I said.
“I need you to leave me alone until mum gets better.” He said straightforward. I was taken aback. A few days ago he was begging me to take him back. Now, it’s the opposite.
“Excuse me?” I asked.
“I know what this is.” He said pointing his finger back and forth between us.
“What do you mean?” I asked not knowing what the heck he’s talking about.
“Pity.” was the only thing he said.
“I’m sorry… I’m not getting what you want me to get here.” I said, shaking my head with a curious looking eyes.
“You’re taking care of me as if you still care about me… like I’m still your boyfriend!” he shouted. “And do you know how much it fucking hurts me to know that you’re just pitying me for what happened to mum?” I was about to cut him off but he did it first.
“I love you Y/N, I really do. But seeing how much better you did without me, it made me believe that I was the shittiest boyfriend in the universe. I prioritized my career when I should’ve put you first. I don’t deserve you.” He started crying as soon as he ended his heartfelt speech.
“You don’t care about me like before. You’re making me feel like you still love me.” I only noticed that I was crying when a tear streamed down my cheek.
“You’re right… You never deserved me. But don’t you dare imply that don’t care about you anymore, because I still do. I still love you, I really do but I don’t want to fix things just yet. But you need me right now, and I don’t have heart to see you broken over me and over your mom. The least I could do is take care of you.” I said.
“If me taking care of you is giving out some kind of signal that I shouldn’t, then I’m sorry. I don’t want to get back together, not right now anyway. But I do feel obligated to take care of you.”
“But you’re not obligated to take care of me. Please… just help me by staying away from me. It’s for your own good.” he said.
“Let’s at least be civil about this… for your mum.” I said, holding my hand out for him to shake. “I’ll stop with whatever I’m doing and just be here for your mom. I’m sorry for what I have done.”
El espacio: la frontera final. Estos son los viajes de la astronave Enterprise. Su misión de cinco años: explorar nuevos mundos extraños, buscar nueva vida y nuevas civilizaciones, y ir audazmente adonde nadie ha ido antes.
Hey, Will! If you could be any type of bird, what bird would you be?? Just curious ;)
“A type of….biRd? I don’t trust that wiNKy faCe at All.” Wilford stroked his chin trying to figure out why there’s a winky face but instead ignores it.
“If I were a bird, I’d wAnt be to an eleGant bird. An elegAnce that refl-ects me in real life. Kinda like a SWan but less….mmm boriNG. It would neEd loOng legs bEcause I’m so0o0oOOooo tall~ OH and it WOuld nEEd to be Pink-” Wilford realized the bird he was describing and facepalmed himself lightly.
“FlaMingo. It’s a flamiNgo. Haha, I’m sooooo pre-dict-able.” Wilford laughed a little and shook his head.
“Hmm, I’ll keep that in mind.” You felt a lot more at ease now other than the fact that your heart was beating out of your chest.
You walked to the the kitchen to get some water hoping that it would help calm you. Taekwoon followed behind.
“Do you want something to drink?” You turned to see him only a foot or two behind you. Yeah, that wasn’t helping your heart rhythm.
“No, thanks.” He declined.
You were pouring water into your cup when his hand reached around from behind you and settled on the right side of your neck. Startled you missed the glass and water poured out on the counter.
“Ah, thats what I hear.” His fingers found the pulse point on your neck and stayed there. You pushed his hand off and whirled around.
“Y-you can hear that?” You stared at him in disbelief.
“Only if its really pounding. Like now.” He brushed your hair off your shoulder. “Its part of what helps me keep track of you or find you if I need to. The others can here it too but only if you’re really close. I have more of a range.” He took the towel hanging from the stove handle and began mopping up the water on the counter. When he was finished, he turned back to you and leaned against the counter and folded his arms over his chest.
“So, aside from the fact that I make you nervous as hell, is there any other issue that we need to clear up?” You gaped at his ability to be so blunt. How the hell can he be so calm about all this.
Fine. You walked over to the counter where he had laid the wet towel. You picked it up acting like you were wiping up some more water.
“Just a question.” He nodded for you to continue. “Are your reflexes good? Being part panther I’m sure you’re fast.”
“Oh, I’m very fast. I have the quickest refle-” He didn’t get to finish because you had taken the wet towel and whipped it at his face. He wasn’t quick enough to dodge and the towel slid down leaving his face soaked.
The look on his face had you laughing hysterically. You ended up holding your stomach because you were laughing so hard. You looked back up to Taekwoon’s face and he wasn’t laughing. Your laughter ceased altogether when he looked at you with bright red eyes.
You didn’t take time to think about it, you just ran. You barely made it past the kitchen when his long arms wrapped around your waist and hauled your back up against his chest. Given the height difference, your feet lacked several inches touching the ground.
You tried to throw his off balance by kicking your feet around but he wasn’t budging. Just then you heard the door open. You turned to see Ravi and Hongbin come through the door.
“Hyung, do you know where the ramen is? We-” Hongbin stopped when he saw you in Taekwoon’s arms.
“Ravi! Hongbin! Help me!” You reached your arms out to them like a child would do to their parents. They looked at Taekwoon and then shook their heads.
“Cowards! There’s two of you! Go and send Hyuk, then! Or Hakyeon! If I die, you’ll have to search for another handler!” You yelled at them as they backed up out of the door, laughing.
Oh, you were so getting even with them later. That is, if you survived the panther holding you.
“Jung Taekwoon, you put me down right now!” Maybe you could make him go weak like you did with Ravi earlier.
You felt proud of yourself when he set you down on your feet. His arms were still around your waist like a vice though. Hm, maybe you needed to be more forceful.
“C'mon, let go.” You smacked at his arms on your waist but they didn’t release you.
“Doesn’t work on me like it does Wonshik. I’m a bit stronger than he is.” His lips grazed your ear as he spoke and goosebumps formed on your arms. You only now realized how wide his shoulders really were. He was playing with you and you were trying very hard not to like it. You were currently going down like the Titanic, though.
“Now, what should we do? Throwing that towel wasn’t very nice but I suppose I could let it go. It might cost you.” He loosened his grip on you enough to turn you around to face him. His arms came back around your waist and you were completely flush against his chest. You looked up at him in fascination as you watched his eyes go from bright red to pale green. You were thankful they had changed. The red unnerved you for some reason.
“Well, you could let ME go and then we can just forget about this whole thing. Sound good?” You smiled at him hoping it would work.
“Hmm, no, I don’t think so. I’ll think of something later. Just know you’re not off the hook yet.”
“Jung Taekwoon! Let go of our Noona!” Hyuk burst into your apartment followed by the rest of the members. Taekwoon rolled his eyes and let his hands fall to his sides.
Hyuk grabbed your wrist and gently pulled you behind him “protecting” you from Taekwoon.
“Taekwoon hyung, you can’t have her all too yourself! You’re gonna scare her away.” Ken placed his arm around you. You looked at Taekwoon and stuck your tongue out at him.
“Come on guys, we have to get up early. Noona, be ready to go by 5am, okay? You’ll have to come with us.” Hakyeon truly was the mother of the group. You nodded in agreement.
Groans and protests was heard until Hakyeon went after their necks one by one. He walked over and ushered Taekwoon towards the door. You watched as they walked by. Taekwoon’s eyes never left yours. When he was almost by you he winked.
A COLLEGE AU where
professor Harry Hart (nicknamed professor Hartless, or Hart-Arse, or a
combination thereof; rumoured to have narcissistic personality disorder) saunters
into his lecture hall at the start of the semester and leisurely scans the
crowd, eyes landing on a pretty face in a middle row. It’s clearly a carefully
selected spot—close to one of the exits, allowing for a quick getaway if
necessary, and this way the boy stands out less than the gunners in the front
rows and the hungover frat brothers and trust fund babies in the back. Even so,
the boy looks somewhat out of place, with his cap and his brightly coloured Adidas
jacket and the tense expression on his pretty, pretty face.