honestly the way harry and his team are building up to his album release has me so shook, this process is like an adrenaline rush from standing in line for a haunted house at midnight and you’re the next group to go in. it’s a spark of excitement i can physically feel, a scintilla, like a drill digging in a wall and suddenly hitting metal with a “bzzzt-PING!”. it feels so hush-hush but so loud at the same time, like a chorus of sugar-energized adolescent whispers around a campfire, simultaneously joined by an eclectic beat and new-age hook blaring over Bose speakers at 4am inside a black-lit party that you can’t get out of your head. it’s the exact feeling those daily christmas chocolate calendars from your childhood gave you; getting to unveil a single decadent cocoa confection each day until the holiday, and the one you ate before bed on christmas eve was the most anticipated treat of all. it’s almost heart-racing, like the first inhale of crisp evening air at a blazing pink sunset’s birth in the summertime before you head out to meet up with friends. it’s a beautiful stranger crossing a dark and crowded room, their eyes locked with yours, a secretive smirk dancing across their lips before disappearing into a hallway. it’s the last hour before midnight on new year’s eve, the obsidian sky dotted with twinkling buttermilk stars, the pearly glow of the helvetica numbers on your lock screen casting a surreptitious gleam on the room, the final hour of the year holding promises, secrets, and surprises before the intoxicated countdown. it’s a dinner party masquerade in a millionaire’s opulent mansion, enticing and enthralling its guests with every turn, the mastermind host ordering his attendees glasses of effervescent champagne to down before their inevitable pleasant demise, as he waits to release his proudest gem yet on his captivated audience, who are preparing to be enraptured by the lethally charming man in the blood velvet suit; finally, the masked entity opens the jet black curtain with a wink to unveil to his subjects their promised sensuality-laced lagniappe.
So, I just want to comment on the fact that maybe Sweet Creature could be about Gemma. And this has nothing to do with the “Larry vs. Antis” argument, because I don’t really have a side on that.
I say this because there is nothing overly romantic about the lyrics, not in a solid way anyway.
“Had another talk about where it’s going wrong” could pertain to things going wrong in a relationship, but it could also be about things wrong in life in general. It could be him talking to her about stuff they’re going through in life.
“We’re running through the garden Where nothing bothered us” This could be about their childhood and a place where they played as kids when life was carefree.
“I know it’s hard when we argue we’re both stubborn” Easy. Siblings arguing is the most common thing in the world.
“I always think about you and how we don’t speak enough” okay, could be about not communicating in a relationship, but could also be about someone important to you that you miss and think about, but you don’t always keep in touch like you should.
Overall the song seems to be more about someone you’ve been through a lot with and who is an anchor in your life. Even the term “Sweet creature” isn’t necessarily romantic, it just insinuates someone who is dear to you somehow.
So I dunno. I’m not saying it is about Gemma, but I’m also saying I’m not ruling it out. And I don’t think it’s “gross” to say it’s about her when there’s not a single word in the song about romantic love or physical attraction. Just my thoughts on the matter.
I think the issue is that if you’re going to market someone as being the new Mick Jagger you kind of need to remember that Mick Jagger and his whole vibe around women was ‘cool’ in the 60′s but that was literally 50 years ago and funnily enough society has moved forward and has higher expectations about how women should be treated in life and in art.
Pregnancy Series #10 - Flights Home and Belly Flutters.
(Word Count - 4, 064)
I apologise in advance if this isn’t so good. It’s 11pm here in the UK, I’ve been binge-watching Friday Night Dinner (because Tom Rosenthal is a babe!) and I’m feeling a lot of Daddy Harry feels at the same time. I hope you like it - feedback is always appreciated.
snuffled softly against the pillow, a yawn leaving your lips as you roused from
a sleep that was well needed and something had overtaken you as soon as you
found comfort against Harry’s thighs. With the feeling of his fingers brushing
through your hair and his soft breathing, it wasn’t so bad to fall asleep in a rowdy
and loud plane filled with boys who were high on a lack of sleep and energy
that was never a good mix. With Louis’ loud voice and his laughter sounding
around the plane, and Niall’s bellowing voice followed by Liam’s loud yet
calming voice, Harry had a worry streak rushing through his veins; he wanted
you to sleep and he wanted you to be comfortable, especially in your pregnant
condition, and he wasn’t afraid to hiss and let out his anger towards the rest
of the boys if they were being too loud and depriving you of getting the sleep
you feeling, love? You’ve got some colour back into yer’ cheeks, haven’t you?
You look so much better now you’ve had a good couple hours sleep,” Harry cooed,
his green eyes staring down at you with worry as you lifted your head up from
his lap, the pillow you had been using askew and crinkled up on his thighs from
where your head had been laying. The plane still making its way through the
clouded night sky, the lights of the cities in Europe shining bright and passing
by slowly below. “Do you want a more comfortable place to lay down? I can kick
Louis out of the bedroom.”
Louis entering the jet before the rest of you, he had taken comfort in the
bedroom of the jet. And after complaints coming from him on a constant basis
about his sore back and his aching muscles, the rest of you had come to a
decision to let him have the comfortable bed to ensure he wasn’t whining and
groaning and making his back worse by curling up in one of the chairs. Or even
against the sofa that he had found to be quite uncomfortable on numerous occasions.
didn’t mind about him having it. Because it meant that you got to have a
snuggle with Harry rather than being separated from him for however many hours
you felt deemed the amount of sleep you needed. You knew, deep down, that
sleeping for a regular couple of hours wouldn’t suffice because he wasn’t there
as a comfort to keep you settled. So, you felt better being sprawled out across
the sofa, with your head in his lap as he kept you calm and settled by running
his fingers through your hair and ensuring you weren’t being woken by those who
He needs the comfort more than I do. We’ve been sleeping on a nice comfy bed
for the past few days, I’m alright. I’m just going to pop to the toilet, okay?
Baby Styles is making me need a wee,” you mumbled, groaning as you kicked your
legs from where they were perched on the excess area of the sofa, your socked
feet touching the floor of the jet. “In fact, can you come with me? M’feeling a
bit dizzy,” you whispered, turning towards Harry who had a concerned look on his
face, his eyebrows furrowing and his lips pursed and he helped you stand to
only got a couple more hours left, love. You slept for the majority of the
journey,” he chuckled, standing up behind you and holding his palms to your
hips. “M’glad you came with me on this LA trip. It’s been good to show you off
and finally get the news out properly,” he admitted, his voice deep and raspy
as you made your way to the toilet nearer the front of the jet.
been good to get some sun. We won’t be coming out as much when we have the
baby, so it’s been good to get out and everything,” you smiled, cupping one of
his hands that laid comfortably on your hip whilst your other grabbed the
handle of the toilet. “Alright, I’m okay from here. I don’t really think it’s
an attractive sight to see me sitting on the toilet,” you giggled, looking up
at Harry as his chest bumped against your back.
me wee all the time,” he mumbled against your ear, his lips brushing against
the outer shell as you felt your cheeks blush pink.
It was a
natural occurrence for you to catch Harry in the bathroom back home, his back
to the door as he carried out his business with the door to the en-suite wide open
without a care in the world of you walking in. His modesty flying out the
window as he relieved his bladder or gave himself comfort to be able to walk around
without the feeling of bursting for the toilet. It was also a common thing to
hear him go for a wee whilst you were in the shower, his silhouette being seen
behind the shower curtain before he flushed the toilet and proceeded to join
you for the last few minutes of your shower.
love. I’ll go get a film set up and we can watch a couple of films before we
land,” Harry smiled, stretching his neck to press his lips to your cheek.
get me some water? Oh, and did you get me some Haribo sweets? Baby Styles is
making me want something sweet,” you grinned, pulling the door towards you and
switching on the light to the toilet. “I think I have one of your hoodies over with
my bag, so, can you get that for me? I’m getting a bit cold.”
rushed around his LA home to gather everything to take back to the UK – either to
take home to be washed before he brought it back out on his next trip to LA or
to collect the clothing you had brought out with you that you were more prone
to wearing around the UK – you grabbed one of his spare hoodies to keep
yourself warm on the flight back. The jets, and almost every flight you had
been on to visit Harry or to fly out to meet someone, had a cold atmosphere to
them due to the sudden change in altitude, and you had learnt from previous
experiences to take something to keep your showing skin warm and
silly as it sounded to others, Harry hated it. Especially when he was there to
cuddle you to his side and keep you warm with the body warmth he was radiating
from his own body. He hated how you would confide in a blanket brought from
home or one of his hoodies rather than him. And with a pouted face and furrowed
eyebrows, you gave in and settled yourself into his side, his arms wrapping
around you in an almost death-grip hold; almost as if he was afraid to lose you
for another source of warmth.
“Why do you need a jumper when you have me to cuddle with?” Your heard him
whine, his head hiding in the crook of your neck. His breathe warm and fanning
across your collar bone. “What films do you want to watch?”
get Fifty Shades?” You grinned, stepping into the toilet and turning on your
heels. “I think we should watch it all this time. We got, I don’t know, we got
a bit distracted last time, din’t we?”
help it. My dick longs for you, especially when I’m watching stuff like that,”
he teased, walking across the floor and back over to the sofa where you had
been situated for the majority of the flight. “I mean; we may not make it to
the end of this flight without partaking in the mile-high club. Again,” he
smirked, his attention turning to his shoulder bag set by his feet which contained
his laptop and his journal in case he was sprung with ideas for a new song that
he would most likely forget by the end of the flight.
‘mile-high club’ was enough to make a
blush form on your cheeks and a giggle to leave your mouth. It was something
that had happened back in your early days of dating when he took you on a
little getaway trip to France – a perfect little hotel booked for three days as
you explored the city of Paris and visited the attractions that you were
longing to visit. On the flight out, it was tough to keep your hands off of one
another, and being in the economy section of the place, it was hard to keep it
on the down low. Hidden from the other passengers in hopes that other people
weren’t to oogle over your actions – a hand job given to Harry beneath the blanket,
some pleasurable touching and rubbing given to you as a response to his
release, as well as some slurs being given to one another in soft whispers to
both of you thrived off of that in your youngster days.
As a few
minutes passed, he heard the toilet flush loudly before the door creaked open
to let you appear in the doorframe. A smile on your lips as you proceeded to
your way across the floor, adjusting the hem of the t-shirt sitting on your
so, I figured we could save watching Fifty Shades for when we got home. I know
you’ll be jetlagged and everything, so we could just cuddle and watch it
together,” he smiled, looking at you as you fell to the seat beside him. His
arm snaking around your shoulders as he kept his laptop secure on his thighs,
an episode of Friday Night Dinner waiting to be watched paused on the screen. “We’ve
been meaning to watch this, so, I figured we could watch a few episodes to pass
the time,” he suggested, looking at you as you nodded softly.
good to me. It’s supposedly quite funny. Sophia’s been telling me about it and
everything,” you stated, “and Lou said it was something that was worth
watching. She said it was right up our street and that we’d enjoy it,” you
added, resting your head against his shoulder as he plugged his earphones into
the laptop and handed you one.
looks alright. Gemma watches it, so, she has it on sometimes when I go over to
see her,” Harry smiled, placing his earphone into his ear before pressing play
and letting the credits roll out. “I mean, it’s got the guy from The
Inbetweeners in it so it must be funny,” he chuckled softly, sighing softly as
you snuggled into his side and set a hand across his belly. Your finger drawing
soft patterns against the chub at his hip showing from the rising hem of the
t-shirt covering his upper body.
That’s another series we never finished watching,” you mumbled, your eyes
intently settled upon the screen of his laptop. “We need to rewatch the
majority of the boxsets we have at home and see which ones we need to finish,”
you suggested, your attention turning to the sudden movement of Niall making
his way down the aisle of the jet.
Mr and Mrs Styles?” He mumbled, his deep Irish accent much more accentuated
from the sleep still lingering in his throat. A deep cough sounded around the
jet as Liam roused from his sleep, his knuckles rubbing at his eyes as he
removed the headphones from his head and set them on the chair beside him. “’aaye.
Payno’s awake. M’not going to be third-wheelin’,” Niall teased, falling to the
two seats in front of Liam.
seems like they’re invested in other things, Niall. So technically, you’d be on
your own,” Liam teased, checking the messages and Twitter mentions on his phone
using the in-jet wifi they’d been whining about having for months. “D’you know
we’ve got our interview with Alan Carr nearer the time of the birth of their
baby,” Liam stated, looking up at Niall as he laughs and looks over to at you and
Harry. Your lips pressing against Harry’s in a soft kiss as he stared at you
with love and admiration – something that was always evident between the both
of you, no matter where and no matter how far the both of you were from one
was in another country, he would forever commense his love for you to anybody
who was willing to listen. Whether it was a stranger, a member of the crew or
one of the boys. Expressing his feeling without a care in the world that they didn’t
want to listen, or without a care in the world that they weren’t interested in
what he was expressing. He was never afraid to spread it to the world that he
loved you – anyone that came into view or came into his path, he was always
talking about, with the new addition to his family making its way into the conversations.
they have the baby before the interview? Oh gosh, he’ll be gushing through the
whole thing about their little one,” Niall chuckled, looking out the little
window of the jet as he watched the city lights go by beneath the clouds in the
night sky. “They’re so excited. I mean, look at ‘em. They’re so ready for
parenthood,” Niall smiled, catching your eyes as you blushed.
talking about us, Horan?” You asked, shaking your head in amusement as Harry
let out a soft chuckle. “Do you have nothing better to talk about?”
just talking about how excited you look to be parents. You’re really ready for
this baby to pop out,” Niall smiled, as you looked up at Harry. “He’s been
wanting a baby for so long and now he has one on the way, and we don’t think we’ve
ever seen him so happy,” he added, his eyebrow raising as he gave you a soft
smirk before turning to look out the window.
the first One Direction baby. Who’d have thought it would be Harry, huh?” Liam
laughed, standing up from his seat beside the window, and walking towards the
mini-fridge beside the seat on the sofa that Harry was settled upon. “Do you
want a drink, Horan?” He wondered, pulling out a couple of beers. “Beer or
water? There’s one bottle of coke left,” he pointed out, looking over his
shoulder as Niall shook his head.
beer will do,” he pondered, kicking off his trainers and letting them fall with
a bang to the floor of the jet.
popped the cap off of both of the bottles, a sudden movement caught everyone’s
eye as Louis appeared from the bedroom. His shirt thrown off in the midst of
his long sleep, with his tracksuit bottoms hanging low on his hips, the cuffs
covering his feet as he made his way into the main area of the jet.
I miss?” He wondered, rubbing his face with his palms as he fell to the end of
the sofa, a smile on his face as he looked at you. “How are you feeling, love?”
tonnes better, thank you, Lou,” you smiled, giving his knee a poke as he kicked
his feet up and bent his knees to his chest. “Y’know something, I’m going to
miss all of you lads. It’s always weird not having you around after spending so
much time with you,” you giggled, smiling as Liam handed you a water.
Payno. Gi’me a beer,” Louis retorted, a grin on his lips as Liam gave him the
finger and handed him one of the cold beers in his hands. “Thanks, mate. I owe
you,” he teased with a laugh, as Liam rolled his eyes and handed Niall the
second beer from his hands.
we were just talking about how Harry and (Y/N) are so ready for this parenthood
thing,” Niall grinned, taking a swig from the neck of the bottle. Water
droplets trickling down the side of bottle, dropping onto his jeans. “Don’t
they look ready? Look at ‘em. He is forever finding a way to touch her bump and
he’s forever making sure she’s okay and he’s got this massive smile on his
face,” Niall added, nodding his head in the direction of where Harry was
absentmindedly rubbing soft patterns onto your small yet protruding swell
between your hips, his eyes trained to the laptop screen that was still playing
an episode of Friday Night Dinner. “He’s not even paying attention,” he
“I am, I
am. Just, watching this,” Harry murmured, looking up at the boys as they
laughed at his baffled expression. “C’mon. Gi’me a break. M’tired and sleepy
and I just want to stay awake,” he stated, letting out a muffled yawn that he
covered with the hand that was rubbing against your bump.
wanting you to be content through the long 11-hour flight, he found it upon
himself to skip out on the sleep and the napping to ensure he was available for
your every need. If you needed help to the toilet, he was up and ready to take
you. If you needed some water, he was up and walking over to the mini-fridge.
If you needed some nausea tablets, he was digging around and pulling out the
box before you had even asked for them.
go to sleep, babe. It’s alright. I’ll be okay,” you smiled, shuffling in your
seat to comfortably face your husband. “You could do with a couple of hours, H.”
M’fine,” he grumbled, a soft yet tired smile on his pink and flesh-coloured
lips. “Just, want to have some cuddles with m’wife and my baby before I sleep
for the next 3 days,” he admitted.
My god, is that how long you sleep for?” Louis laughed, gulping down a swig of
the beer before setting it on the floor beside the sofa. “I can’t sleep for
that long. I spend the majority of my time playing footie in the back garden,”
he said, wrapping his arms around his bent knees and lacing his fingers
could sleep for months if he could,” you reasoned, “and I’m pretty sure he’ll
end up sleeping through the birth of our baby if she decides to pop out in the
middle of the night,” you giggled, looking across at Harry as he gave you a
cheeky smile. His eyes crinkling at the corners as his teeth shone brightly
underneath the light of the jet.
You think it’s a girl,” Harry cooed, nudging his nose against the apple of your
instinct,” you whispered, dipping your head down to your chest and pressing a
palm to your soft swell.
she’s having a boy,” Niall grinned as Louis nodded in agreement. “Someone that
Harry can dress up the same and buy cute little Saint Laurent shirts to match
his own to pair with his brown boots and a pair of jeans,” he laughed, as Liam
nodded along with Louis.
his hair the same. Take him to Fleetwood Mac concerts and teach him some of the
crap puns and Knock-Knock jokes he is forever telling us,” Liam added with
humour lacing his voice. “I swear; I can’t wait to see how Baby Styles ends up.
And I wonder who they’ll look like the most.”
them to look like Harry. With his beautiful green eyes and his nose as well as
his pretty lips,” you smiled. “And maybe someone who’s tall. Being short like
me doesn’t help matters,” you giggled, rolling your head back against the sofa.
want them to look like you,” Harry cooed, his lips pressing to your jaw. “Someone
beautiful and gorgeous and stunning and someone who is the exact replica of you
because the world needs more you to exist,” he whispered.
Well, I’m going back to sleep. You’re too sickeningly sweet,” Louis grumbled,
gulping down the last of his beer before setting it on the ground and standing
taxi pulled up to the front of the London house, you felt a rush of tiredness
course through your veins. The feeling of missing your bed settling into your
mind as you looked towards the house, your eyes falling to the bedroom window
on the top floor of the house, the curtains pulled shut to make people down
your street think you were home and in the atmosphere of your own home.
are home, sweet home,” Harry sighed out happily, his finger flicking on the
switch to the living room as he wheeled the suitcase further into the house. “I’ve
never been so happy to be home, m’telling you. I’ve missed our bed, and our
kitchen, and our comfy sofas, and our bath,” he groaned out, turning on his
heel as you bumped the door closed with your hip.
just, unpack tomorrow? I really just want to go and lie down an-“ you were
abruptly cut short as you dropped your handbag and pressed a hand to your
belly. “Harry, oh my god, Harry. Quick. Oh my gosh, they kicked. I felt them
move!” You grinned widely, your lips parted into a wide grin as you watched
Harry’s green eyes widen in shock. “Quick. Quick, come see if you can feel. It’s
not strong but, you can feel it slightly.”
haste of the moment, his hand was immediately pressed to your bump. The
material of his green Packers hoodie soft under his palm as he waited patiently
for a soft flutter of the small, bell-pepper sized baby settled between your
hips. He knew, from the baby books he had been reading and websites he had been
google-searching, that he wouldn’t be able to properly feeling a kick until you
were at least in the early twenty weeks of the pregnancy. But, to be able to be
informed that you could feel some sort of movement was something he had been
longing to hear because he knew that your baby was growing, healthily and
strongly and forming it’s limbs and it’s organs just the way you, and Harry and
the midwife had wanted it too.
goodness. Oh my god, that’s our baby,” he whispered, dropping to his knees as
he cupped your hoodie-covered bump in his palms. “Hi, baby Styles. Hi, baby,”
he cooed softly, his lips forming a smile as he felt the small flutters against
your belly, his thumb rubbing across the slightly stretched skin below your
belly button. “Are you going to keep kicking for daddy, hm? Yeah? You like the
sound of daddy’s voice, don’t you? A lot like your mummy,” he chuckled, looking
up at you.
I wish you could properly feel this. They’re moving like crazy,” you giggled, cupping
his face in your palms and watching as his eyes glazed over. “Oh my gosh, it’s happening.
They’re really forming well and, we’re going to be parents, Harry,” you cried
softly, an unexpected tear dribbling down your cheek.
don’t you cry, love. Because I’m on the verge of crying,” he whispered, a voice
crack happening nearer the end of his sentence as he looked back at your bump. “I’ll
be able to feel you properly soon, and you can kick against daddy’s hands all
you want. Just, don’t abuse mummy’s organs,” he whispered, his face mere inches
away from the swell at the base of your hips.
you so much, baby Styles. You’re going to be so properly loved in the world,”
you tearfully grinned, your lips wet and your cheeks covered in tears as you
looked down at Harry. “I love you too, Mr Styles.”
love you too, Mrs Styles. And you, baby Styles. We get to see you again soon,
and we can’t wait to find out just what you are,” he whispered, his lips
pressed to your skin.
Aries: Sangria - bright red and colourful, made with sweet fruit juice and robust red wine, full of life and enjoyed in the sun with friends.
Taurus: Sherry - traditional and sweet, something you have at home at family dinner parties or in desserts as a little something evil
Gemini: Gin - dry just like your wit but also subtle and refreshing, you mix with a wide range mixers (and people). You’re often considered classy and expensive ;)
Cancer: Baileys - warm and cheeky, you’re the happy secret in a cup of coffee, the cup of brandy cream by the fire with family when it’s snowing outside, or even poured on top of some ice cream; you’re always welcome and heartwarming.
Leo: Alcopops - some may consider you cheap, but you were the first taste of sweet rebellion, and people still want to get drunk on your vibe.
Virgo: Red wine - bold, classic and sophisticated, you shouldn’t ever be underestimated. You embody the ancient history and soul of civilization and are considered superior to most. People devote themselves to trying to figure you out, layer by layer; you favour the patient and the perceptive.
Libra: Disaronno - this drink has some style: it’s sweet yet tasteful amber liquid often balances both sweet and sour mixers. Always served chilled.
Scorpio: Tequila - go hard or go home, but make sure you go home with a scorpio ;)
Sagittarius: Dirty pint
Capricorn: Whiskey - straight up and not for people who prefer something over the top and floozy. Down to earth yet layered with a world of flavours, it takes an acquired yet refined taste.
Aquarius: Absinthe - fucking mental, like what even are you? Drink with caution. Seems pretty normal until you wake up the next day wanting to go to church to repent for sins you don’t even remember.
Pisces: Vodka - from depressed alcoholics to social drinkers to first time drinkers, a lot of people tolerate vodka because it’s the experience that matters.
Did this cosplay because I got some sweet new shoes and styled my extensions a bit. Really excited about how this turned out, and I had to pay my little brother $20 to do the photos out on our roof (Totally worth it)