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Dark Times (part three)

I am so sorry for how delayed this has been. I’ve been trying to decide on whether or not to finish the series and continue to have this blog, and for a while I didn’t want to, but now I’m back, and I plan on being here for a while. I hope you all enjoy part three :) thanks for all the patience. xxx ••••••••••••

Tolerance had never been in his vocabulary. He cut down even the quietest whispers of a threat ruthlessly, he killed for the mere satisfaction of being feared, and he most certainly did not handle rats very well. The men most loyal to Harry knew this, everyone did, but it seemed that Thomas Linsey thought himself more cunning than Harry Styles. He thought wrong.

Harry took a drag of his cigarette, staring blankly at Tommy’s bloodied body that lay crumpled in shattered glass. Around him, his boys worked to clear out the others killed–from innocents to his own men to Trevors’ guys–and Harry sat, elbows braced on his knees, anger still fizzling through his limbs. His partner, his fucking partner, sold him out to Trevors. He’d only realized Tommy was a rat when the girl had a gun to her temple; Tommy was the
only one who paid half a mind to her. Trevors knew who to play against him, knew who Harry was with. The traitor within his own circle explained how Harry’s shipments were being intercepted and taken, but he’d put an end to that the minute the bullet pierced Tommy’s skull.

“Mr. Styles?” A timid voice pulled his attention to a young boy of about eighteen who was shifting from foot to foot nervously. Harry arched an eyebrow. “Mr. Jameson is here, sir.” The boy gestured to the upstairs office, where a dark silhouette could be seen through the window. Harry leaned back in his chair and puffed on his cigarette, eyes dark as he waved the boy off. Jameson would be furious at how the night turned out, Harry knew, and he’d want an explanation for his dead dealer in the dance floor. Deciding to bite the bullet, Harry rolled up his sleeves and walked up the stairs. A slender man stood in the room, his back facing Harry as he entered the room. The tension in the air was tangible as the door clicked quietly shut.

“Tell me, Styles,” Jameson began, angling his head so he could see Harry out of the corner of his eye. Harry lifted his chin, jaw clenching as he prepared for whatever Jameson would dole out as punishment. “Tell me why in the ruddy hell you decided to put a bullet through Thomas Linsey’s brain without considering the fact that he was your partner? Without thinking about what problems could now arise because he was a rat, a rat that had value among our rivals, a rat that now will have men coming to avenge him. What the fuck were you thinking?” Harry swallowed thickly. He’d only thought of the consequences once he had tucked the girl safely into her bed, and by then he was sure word would have gotten around that it was him, not Trevors, that killed Thomas.

“Was I supposed t’ allow a man who has sabotaged m’shipments to live? Jameson, tha’ bastard has been sending our information down th’ bloody street fo’ God knows how lon’, and yeh worried abou’ a few self-righteous pricks who get it in their mind tha’ they’ll can get t’ us?” Crossing his arms over his broad chest, Harry bravely met the other man’s glare. He wouldn’t back down, not after tonight. Harry had allowed his men to stand down one too many times, and that led to having to shoot down one of his oldest allies in America. Jameson scoffed, a malicious smile pulling at one side of his mouth.

“You think this is about being scared? Are you out of your damn mind? Styles, you may run one of the largest alcohol smuggling schemes in the United States, but don’t you dare forget who makes it so no coppers come snooping around? Who gave you the money to start this little business? You forget, Styles,” Jameson spat Harry’s name like it was a bitter, vile thing, “that I am the boss. I am the alpha here. You are nothing more than a junkyard dog, waiting for table scraps from your owner. The next time you pull this bullshit, you’ll be the one with a bullet in your head. Now get the fuck out.” Harry curled his hands into tight fists, anger sizzling through his blood. The walls rattled as he stormed from the office, slamming the door shut after himself.

You woke with a start, the sound of gunshots ringing through your ears once again. Sweat dampened your forehead and the slope of your neck, your breathing harsh as you tried to erase the picture of splattered blood and Trevors’ lifeless eyes staring at you. You hadn’t heard or seen anything of Harry Styles in two weeks, and you were grateful. You doubted you’d be able to stomach seeing him again. Since the club incident, you’d stayed huddled in your apartment, fear inching through you at even the slamming of your neighbor’s door. But, you couldn’t get the memory of Harry gently tucking you into your bed out of your mind. Both times you’d been together, he’d only been rough and unwavering in his cold demeanor, but after shooting down his partner in cold blood, Harry had only been soft touches and careful sweeps of his handkerchief under your eyes to wipe away your tears.


You’d not told any of your friends about your experience with Harry, although it was more than obvious that something had happened. You’d since denied any offer to go out, any offer to even stay in and just have some company. Which was why Roxie was at your door well after dinner time, begging you to come out.
“Oh, c’mon, sugar! One more night of dancin’, it’ll be fun!” Roxie was trailing you around your apartment, a glittery silver dress clutched in her hand. She was already dressed in a fringed red dress and strap heels, hair curled to perfection.

“No, Rox, I don’t feel like it. Just…ask Velma to go instead, she’s always up for a laugh.” You shrugged, knowing you were more than likely not going to win the fight when Roxie rolled her eyes and shoved the dress into your arms.
“I don’t wanna go with Velma, I wanna go with you! C’mon, I promise after this, I won’t ask you t’ go anywhere else!” Roxie looked as though her life depended on you going out. You swallowed.
“We go for two hours. Then I’m done.” A squeal left her rose-painted lips, and she grinned happily as she ushered you to the bedroom.
“Go get ready! We leave in twenty!”

You were an idiot. A complete, total idiot. Why wouldn’t you have asked which club you were going to? As the cab pulled up to the curb, you felt dread drop into your stomach like a lead balloon. Your head starting shaking and you shrank back against the door.
“Roxie…no. No, I want to go home,” you blurted, grabbing her wrist. She let out a half laugh, rolling her eyes. You were being pulled from the cab before you can blink.
“You said two hours, I want my two hours!” You stumbled in your heels as she dragged you through the doors of Harry’s speakeasy. It was crowded as ever, couples falling over each other as illegal alcohol flooded their systems. No sign of the club’s stone-faced owner.

Roxie pushed her way to the bar and ordered two martinis, adding a sweet smile and fluttering lashes in flirtation to the bartender. Before anything could be said, you tossed back half of the drink. Roxie let out a loud laugh.
“Someone’s eager.” You grimaced and looked over the room again; still no whisper of Harry’s presence. “So, who shall I try for tonight; tall, blonde, and doe-eyed, or ‘My-Daddy’s-Money-Still-Pays-My-Bills?” Your friend was completely unaware of your inner turmoil. The first half an hour of your time at the club was spent faking smiles and downing whatever drinks you could get your hands on. You’d need all the alcohol you could get to get out of this club without breaking down.

The barstool you occupied was settled off to the far side of the bar, somewhat in the shadows to avoid being asked to dance. You watched Roxie go from partner to partner, her cheeks flushed and eyes bright as men fawned over her. Suddenly, heat washed across your back and the soft material of an expensive suit brushed your exposed skin. Warm breath puffed over your ear, and goosebumps prickled at your arms. You knew that cologne.
“Was wonderin’ when yeh’d come back. ‘Ve missed tha’ pretty face, pet,” Harry murmured in your ear, large hand resting on your elbow. You seemed to sober up quick.

“Go away, Harry. I don’t want to see you. Not after…what happened.” Harry stiffened behind you. You waited for him to snap at you, to snarl some insult your way. But he only took in a deep breath and lowered his lips to your ear once more.
“Come up t’ m’office, darling, let’s have a chat.” Fear iced over your body, but you found yourself following his guiding hands off your seat and up to his office. The music became muffled when the office door shut behind Harry, leaving you alone with no way out. “Now angel,” Harry began, ushering you to sit in the chair in front of his desk. His fingers dig pleasantly into your shoulders, working at the knots there. “Yeh were safe t’ whole time. Wouldn’t let somethin’ happen t’ such a pretty thin’, would I? No, love, I wouldn’t. Yeh far too good at takin’ cock.” You jerked away from his touch.

“How dare you?” You spat, glaring up at him. A cool, smug smirk tugged at one side of Harry’s lips, his eyes amused. “You dragged me to a party, had your way with me in a bathroom, and you were going to let someone kill me. And now, here you are, telling me you wouldn’t let anything happen to me, not because I’m a human being, not because I’m innocent, but because I’m good at taking fuckin’ cock. You’re disgusting, Styles.” Harry’s eyes flashed in the low light. He caught your arm as you stormed past him, and then you were hauled around the desk. Now you were face to face again, his jade eyes inches from yours. His mouth twitched with annoyance, but his calm façade didn’t waver.

“Yeh best watch tha’ mouth o’ yours, sweetheart, or I’ll show yeh just how daring I am. Now sit down, keep those lips shut, and listen t’ me.” You held his gaze for a few more moments before slowly sinking down into the chair. Harry blew out a breath throw his nose. “Good girl. I wasn’ gonna let anythin’ happen t’ yeh, a’right? I had a plan.” Harry pulled a bottle of liquor from his desk drawer, a glass tumbler with it. He was quiet as he poured half a glass. “Trevors wasn’t good with surprise. Obviously, tha’s why he’s got a bullet in his head. Th’ only way to surprise him was t’ brush yeh off, tell him I didn’t care wha’ happened t’ yeh. And it’s true tha’ the main reason fo’ me savin’ yeh is because you’re pretty, an’ a good time. At least yeh still alive.” Harry took a sip of his drink, sliding off his suit jacket and grabbing a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket.

“Thomas was a pest. He was th’ reason for m’shipments bein’ sacked, th’ reason yeh had a gun t’ yeh temple in th’ first place. So I killed ‘im, and now two of m’ biggest problems are dead. Now I only have one mo’ problem.” The end of the cigarette burned softly as Harry took a long drag of it. You shifted as he leaned on the edge of the desk beside you. There was something wicked going on in that mind of his, and you weren’t sure you wanted to know what. “Yeh know th’ name Amos Turner?” Your confusion was obvious, and Harry puffed on his cigarette quietly for a moment, his brow raised in silent question.

“Yes, I know him. We were neighbors when we were kids. Why?” Harry nodded, lips curling prettily around the end of his smoke.
“I need some information he can give me abou’ a trade deal. Can’t exactly meet with ‘im m’self, not too safe fo’ old Amos, yeah? So, I found a common denominator when I was askin’ around abou’ him. You.” He leaned forward, waving his hand around as he went on. “Just need yeh t’ pass on whatever details he tells yeh t’ me, and I’ll pay yeh good fo’ it. Pay yeh, and, should yeh ever get lonely, I’ll be here.” His left eye batted down in wink. You felt your cheeks tinge pink, flashes of his hot skin pressed against yours going through your mind.

“How do I know it’s safe for me? If it’s not safe for Amos to talk to you, surely it isn’t safe for me…” Your fingers played with the finger of your dress, well aware of Harry’s leg brushing yours. Harry shook his head, rolling his eyes.
“‘Ve got yeh taken care of, sugar. Trust me.” Silence consumed the room for a minute while you mulled over the idea. Harry watched you like a hawk, unmoving.
“How good of a pay are we talking?” You said, taking the glass tumbler out of Harry’s hand. He smirked in response, letting you take a sip before pulling the cigarette from his lips and easing it into yours. You blinked at him as you took in a drag, head tilting to look up at him. His fingers brushed over your cheek, dimples showing briefly as he responded,
“Tha’s m’girl.”

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hi im quarters please let me explain all of this shit

anyways after I watched the character customization trailer I caved and recreated my Sonic oc from when I was eleven (again). Her name is Holly and she’s a yellow footed rock wallaby living with a family of kangaroos and has a pet chao named Spat who was previously used for illegal chao fighting before he escaped. The two often go urban exploring to scavenge for rare stuff. Holly’s also inhumanly good at rhythm games and likes pastel stuff and jpop.

AND ANOTHER THING I also drew holly and spat in the style of @drawloverlala‘s skyline AU because it’s really cute okay aight im done here night y’all 👋👋👋👋

Dear Future Husband.

Author: thomasbrodlesangster
Rating: T
Genre: Fluff
Summary: A fic where Maya and Riley are having a sleepover and they make a list each of what their perfect boyfriend would be and look and act like for fun and later Farkle and Lucas find the list and each of them are all like – for example – “Hey, why is this about Farkle?” but a lot better haha, and then the girls are kinda in shock and stuff and act awkward around the two boys.

Author’s note: Hope I did okay, enjoy!

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we’ve got nothing to lose

Olympics AU where Harry is a pro tennis player, and Louis is a pro footballer. They meet at the opening ceremony and fall in love, obviously.

reeling through the midnight streets

au; louis can’t sleep. neither can the boy on the bridge. the water’s a nice place to meet.

no one does it better

Harry’s an alcoholic and Louis is a bartender. The first time they meet isn’t the first time they’ve met.

hold onto your stars

au; harry’s in the army, louis’ back home, and ninety days is a lifetime.

lyz and kimberly’s massive fic rec, 100+ completed fics under the cut.

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Spaces songfic - part 2

*Little bit of self-harm in this. If you struggle with this or could be triggered then please do not read. If you are affected by any of the problems in this songfic then please talk to me, I will always try my best to help*

*Harry’s POV* 

But day 13 I had driven myself to the point of insanity. My mind was so full of self-hared, cruel words and lethal thoughts it was a wonder I had survived this long without my inner demons persuading me that this was no existence and it would be easier if I just removed myself from the picture. 

Watching her drive away if possibly the hardest thing I have ever had to do. Seeing her round the corner onto the road and picturing the endless possibilities that lay before her was enough to bring me to my knees. She would go on, meet someone new, start a family and forget me and maybe one day, he would learn to love her as much as I did. Do. Always will. 

“You’re a fool Harry Styles” I spat, looking at my reflection in the bathroom mirror. My face was thin, painfully thin, but I guess that is what comes when for 2 weeks you only eat enough to keep you conscious, usually a 2 glasses of water and a banana a day. That was all I needed, all I deserved. 

“People like me don’t deserve to eat, only good people are allowed to eat. Like my girl. She deserves to eat” I said to my reflection and as if agreeing with myself, I nodded my head. 

“You’re pathetic, and you never deserved her” My reflection said and I nodded my head in response. 

“End it Harry, do it. Do it now and rid her of you. Do it, and the thought of you will never plague her mind again” it said and I nodded. 

Reaching next to me I grabbed a razor. The handle was pink and the blade was daintier than my own. It’s her razor. How fitting. Pressing the side of the blade to my skin I took a deep breath and was about to slice the blade across my skin, when the doorbell rang.

“Shit” I muttered, throwing the blade back on the bathroom counter and looking myself in the mirror. 

“Later” I decided and left the bathroom heading towards the front door where once again the bell rang. Sighing I brushed a hand through my unruly hair and swung open the door. 

Before me, stood Y/N’s mother. She stood with her hands folded across her chest and raised eyebrows which quickly fell into a frown when she saw me. Her hands dropped to her sides and her shoulders slumped. I probably looked quite different from when she saw me last. Before I was tall, broad, arrogant, cocky and charming. Now I was slouched, thin, pale and a pretty sorry excuse for a human.

“Harry,” she said quietly, “you look awful”. 

Rolling my eyes I leaned against the door frame with my arms folded across my chest. 

“What do you want?” I asked rudely.

“I came to collect the rest of Y/N’s things” she said. Swallowing I sighed and nodded my head, stepping aside to let her in. She thanked me quietly and picked up a box which I didn’t realise was standing by her feet before walking into my house. 

“I’ll start with the bedroom” she muttered and began to walk towards the stairs. 

“Sure, go take it, don’t forget to stamp on my heart a bit more when you leave” I said, collapsing onto Y/N’s favourite couch and slouching into the seat, sighing and rubbing my hands over my unshaven face. Y/N’s mum paused for a moment before continuing upstairs to take the rest of my girl’s things. 

There was no use in wallowing in my own self-pity I suppose, after all, it is my fault she left. If I had just treated her the way she deserved to be treated and loved her as much as she loved me, she would be sitting right here in my arms and crying at some awful programme on TV. But I would never complain. Her sadness would require comfort and that meant, she wanted cuddles and God knows I was more than willing to provide. 

“Let’s speed up this process” I muttered to myself and walked up the stairs to my room where Y/N’s mum was folding clothes and placing them in the box. Walking to the wardrobe I grabbed a handful of clothes and began folding them as best I can, placing each in the box. 

Y/N’s mum looked at me quizzically, mentally asking why I was helping her pack her daughters clothes when it was clear I would rather die than see the last shreds of her memory removed from my house. I avoided her eye as best I could, walking to the bathroom and grabbing the remainder of Y/N’s toiletries, placing them in the box as well. 

“I think that’s everything” I said, stuffing my hands in the pockets of my sweat pants. 

“Why are you doing this Harry?” she asked. 

“Doing what?” I asked obliviously. 

“This,” she said, gesturing towards me, “why are you acting this way. This isn’t you Harry. The Harry my daughter introduced me to had enough self-pride and confidence to fight for the girl he loved. Why aren’t you fighting for her? Why are you just hiding here in your house, helping me pack her things and pretending this isn’t killing you inside?” she said. 

“What’s the point? I messed up too bad this time. There is no fight left in me anymore, not even enough to fight for my girl” I said limply. “How is she?” I asked. 

“Not much better than you,” her mother said, “she hasn’t spoken in 2 weeks, not a word. She cried most days, lies in her bed and refuses to move. She isn’t eating or drinking and she looks thin, so thin, I don’t know what to do”. Her mother had grown quieter as she spoke, looking at the shirt she had folded in her hands and frowning, almost as if she was talking to herself, diagnosing her daughter and fretting over her deteriorating health. In a way, the news comforted me, to know that she was doing no better than me and was feeling as low as I was made me feel like, in a strange sort of way, we were still in this together. It was still the two of us, battling heartbreak and depression together. But on the other hand, it broke my heart even more to think that she was hurting herself because of me. Sighing I spoke. 

“See’s like we are in the same boat” I said, looking out the window and frowning when I heard a car driving towards the house. The stones of the driveway crunching beneath the tyres. Who could it be? Y/N’s mum opened her mouth to speak but was interrupted by the doorbell. 

“Excuse me” I said, heading out the room. 

“Try and have an open mind Harry” she called after me. I frowned but continued my path to the front door. 

Pulling it open I nearly fell to me knees. Y/N stood before me, her hands wringing nervously with each other as she looked at her shuffling feet. Her mother was right, she was thinner than I remember, her skin was pale and her cheeks were shallow but my God, she was still stunning. When her eyes met mine I nearly burst into tears, they were so beautiful, brimming with tears, and they sparkled in the early morning light. 

She opened her mouth to speak but I beat her to it. 

“You’re beautiful,” I said, stepping forward and embracing her in my arms after what felt like a lifetime apart. Our equally frail bodies still moulded together perfectly and as she wrapped her arms around my waist, she burst into tears. 

“You’re beautiful, so beautiful. You are so kind, and funny, and sweet and I love you, I love you more than you will ever know my angel. God please come back to me baby, please, I can’t watch you drive away from me again” I choked, tears rolling down my cheeks as she clutched me like her life depended on it. 

“I’m sorry, baby I’m so sorry. I was so confused baby. So confused. I had never had that kind of time alone with you and I was scared you would get sick of me being around you every day, that after a while you would become so tired of me you would leave so I thought by putting a bit of distance between us you would still want me, like you do when I get back from tour. If I became distant and then came back to normal again you would still have that passion for me like you usually do. I was so scared babe” I rambled through my tears. 

“Harry no” she said and I nearly collapsed at the sound of my name rolling off her tongue, “no, no I always wanted you Harry. I was so hurt. You wouldn’t hold me or talk to me. I thought you had enough of me and I thought I was going to lose you. I didn’t know what to do Harry. You have to tell me what to do” she sobbed. 

“Don’t leave me. Never ever leave me again. That is all you need to do. I need you by my side baby, every minute of every day and I promise I will spend the rest of my life trying to make this up to you. I’m such a fool angel, please forgive me, tell me you forgive me baby please” I begged desperately. 

“Of course, oh God of course I do. Just please don’t do this to me again Harry. Please Harry I can’t bear it anymore” she pleaded. 

“No baby, never again. It’s me and you now. This is it. No more fuck-ups and misunderstandings. If we ever feel this way again we will talk to each other about it. Promise?” I said, pulling away from her and looking her in the eyes, wiping away a few of the tears from her cheeks. 

“Promise” she said. 

“I love you. God I love you” she said. 

“I love you so much baby, so much” I said, pressing her lips against mine desperately. From behind us, someone cleared their throat. I turned around and Y/N poked her head from behind me to look at her mother as well. 

“Well, I guess I won’t be needing to take this box with me,” she said, placing it on the ground. Giggling, Y/N wrapped her arms around me again. Smiling her mum walked past us and out the door but stopping to turn and face us. 

“I’m glad you took my advice and came to talk to him Y/N, all you needed to do was talk” she said. I clutched my girl to my chest and looked at her mother. That woman was the reason my girl came back to me, she is the reason my girl is in my life again. 

“Thank you” I mouthed silently and she smiled, before jumping in her car and leaving me and my girl to fix what I had so foolishly broken. She is mine and no amount of space between us, could ever keep is from one another.   

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I hope you enjoyed! It is really late here and I am too tired to read through it so if there are any mistakes please let me know and I will fix them!

-Steph xx <3

anonymous asked:

Do you have any 'power couple/best friends who are married' type of shit that i live for?? Thanks!

Oh WOW! that’s in interesting request !! (seriously I love a good challenge, so thanks) … but really hard. So I’ll probably gonna update it later cause now I’m just like *my mind is freezed*

- velvet duvet (it’s only love)  : And the thing is, they don’t really mind it too much. It hardly comes to mind. Maybe it’s because they’re in their late thirties now, with a teenage son that is going to Sixth Form in September and a daughter who is in her first years of secondary school. Thinking that a marriage spanning over two decades will supply sex regularly is a bit unrealistic.or Harry and Louis go on a husband’s vacation to the beach. Sex ensues. (6.7k)

- I Had The Life Of Ordinary, I Spat It Out  : Harry Styles falls asleep a sixteen year old boy nervous about his upcoming X-Factor audition that could make or break his career. He wakes up a twenty-six year old man with a husband and two children, and no recollection of the past ten years. (22k)

- it’s easy being with you, sacred simplicity  : We staked out on a mission to find our inner peace, make it everlasting so nothing’s incomplete. It’s easy being with you, sacred simplicity. As long as we’re together, there’s no place I’d rather be. It’s a Tuesday night in August. Harry and Louis have a routine. -8k)

- and darling i will be loving you ‘til we’re 70  :  “Well, you deal with the football team, and we’ll handle everything else,” Teddy answers. He sits up confidently and crosses his arms – Harry always tells them that believing in yourself is 90% of the job – with his head held high. Louis sees a flicker of determination in his eyes, mixed with a bit of mischief and youthful exuberance. It reminds him of himself, when he was younger and even now, 32 years old and married with four children. He’s really fucking grateful for the life that he lives and the kids that he has. (And his husband is pretty alright, or whatever.) A canon spin on Posh/Becks where Louis coaches their daughter’s football team for the very first time and Harry comes back from a summer working for Saint Laurent. (11k)

- so wicked in the way he moves  ;  Harry eyes the upholstery of the seats with a weary sigh. He hunts around the floor and lets out a cry of triumph when he finds a towel beneath his seat. He spreads it out from the back support to the actual seat itself and settles himself in that spot, bent over and facing the trunk. He wiggles his arse impatiently while Louis gives him a curious look.  “A lot of things have been spilled in this car, Louis,” he says, thinking back to all of the times he had to spot clean juice stains and vacuum Cheerios from the floor. “But semen is not going to be one of them, not if I can help it.”[harry and louis are parents at football practice] (3.6k)

- All About Us  ; When Harry and Louis’ teenage daughter bring a boy home for the first time to meet them Louis tries to act as the protective father and Harry just wants everyone to be happy. Throughout the night and protests from their daughter, Louis and Harry reminisce about how they met and overtime share their story with the boy that seems to look at their daughter the same way Louis once and still looks at Harry. (137k)

- Only You (and I against the world)   ; Louis and Harry attend the 2017 Brit Awards as newlywed husbands. They might just be the celebrity power couple of the century.Basically a terribly sappy future fic in a world where Harry and Louis are out and proud. (2k)

SSMonth Day 18

Title: Convenient Excuses
Summary: When Sasuke drops his guard at the worse possible moment, Sakura reacts instinctively. But has she wormed her way through his defenses as well?
Disclaimer: I don’t own Naruto, but HEY, I might as well because look who’s NOT being an asshat.
Prompt: Dropping Your Guard from day eighteen of the SasuSakuMonth Prompts.
Rating: T
Words: 2,731
Date Completed: 7/20/2014
Warning(s): Minor gore, not bad.
Author’s Note: Guys, I love protective Sasuke. Protective Sasuke is the best.

 

With their A-rank mission drawing to a close, Sasuke and Sakura had formed a relaxed formation as they drew close to the border, scroll in hand. Those who had guarded the scroll were long dead, and their base devastated. Usually, a mission of this kind required a squad of Jonin, but Tsunade had determined that it was something the two of them could handle.

And she was right, Sakura thought happily. This mission had been a perfect opportunity to prove her worth a kunoichi, and she couldn’t help but feel successful. Twice she had caught Sasuke by surprise with her extensive understanding of strategy, and thrice she had glimpsed impressed looks as she eliminated her foes.

No, she hadn’t been blessed by the Kage of six paths, but Sakura was a ninja worth reckoning with and it was about time Sasuke realized it, dammit!

Out of the corner of her eye, she observed her partner. He had only spoken when necessary since their retrieval of the scroll, and seemed lost in thought. Had she been younger, the silence would have eaten away at her and caused her to reach out to him. With age had come patience, however, and Sakura was now more than capable of holding her tongue. Sasuke would open up when he was ready and not a second before.

Until then, she would wait.

She had just begun to swing her gaze back towards the path when she caught a flicker of a shadow launch itself at Sasuke. Her green eyes widened in horror, and her body moved automatically.

She didn’t think, she didn’t speak, she just reacted.

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Need a Little Sweetness in My Life | Harry Styles

Part 2 of Sugar! Yes, please!

Sugar by Maroon V

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Need a Little Sweetness in My Life (2 of 2) | Harry Styles One-Shot Imagine

Harry’s POV

“HARRY! YOU MOTHER FUC-”

I was suddenly yanked out of bed and thrown against the wall by a very pissed off Zayn.

“What the hell?!” I shouted as my sleepy self stared in complete shock at my band mate who I swear had fire in his eyes.

“I’M GOING TO KICK YOUR ASS!” He shouted.

Zayn’s fist was about to punch my eye but luckily Louis pulled him away from me before he could and dragged him across my room.

“WHOA ZAYN! Calm down mate!” Louis struggled to hold Zayn’s arms behind him as Liam and Niall rushed into my room.

“What the hell is going on in here?” Liam stood in between us, his arms spread wide.

“I don’t know! He just barged in here when I was sleeping!” I shook my head.

“YOU KISSED Y/N?! SHE’S LIKE A SISTER TO ME!” Zayn roared, while Louis still held him back. 

Liam was now wide-eyed as he shifted his eyes from me to Zayn.

Oh shit.

I glared at Niall, knowing he was the one that told him. Leave it Niall to blab.

Niall clapped his hands together and apologized as he came to my side, “I’m so sorry mate! I didn’t know he was going to react this way!”

“Zayn! Calm down! Let’s just talk it out!” Liam tried to mediate this.

I held my arms out, palms facing up, “What the hell is your problem? It was just a kiss!”

“Just a kiss? Just a fuck- Are you fucking serious? She’s my best friend! She’s one of the best people I know! I refuse to let her be another one of your fucking playthings!” Zayn’s eyes glowered at me.

“Playthings? What the hell? Is that the kind of guy you see me as?” Now I was offended.

He cocked his eyebrow and shot me a are-you-fucking-kidding-me look, “Caroline? Taylor? Kendall? Cara? Nadine? Random chicks at the clubs? Do I NEED to continue?”

He turned his head around, “Louis, let me go!”

“Not until you chill out!” Louis shouted back.

“I’m calm!” Zayn jerked his arms away from Louis’ grip and straightened himself up as he looked up at me.

“Zayn, I would never hurt her. I wouldn’t do that to you! You’re one of my best mates! I would never ever disrespect you like that,” I said calmly.

He continued to glare at me.

“I’m serious! I really do like her! Look, I’ll be honest with you… I asked her out on a proper date because I want to get to know her. I should’ve asked you first but the words just flew out of my mouth,” I explained.

Zayn took a deep breath and lowered his eyes for a few seconds, then he looked me dead in the eyes, “Fine, but I swear to god, I will beat the shit out of you if you break her heart, and you three can’t stop me,” He pointed at Liam, Louis and Niall.

“Deal,” I smiled, I was just happy that I wasn’t going on my date tonight with a black eye.

Zayn walked passed them as they all held up their hands.

“Yep! You got it Zayn,” Louis said quickly.

Liam nodded, “I understand.”

Niall just kept his mouth shut, still feeling guilty since he cause this whole mess.

When Zayn was out of my room I looked at Liam and Louis, “You understand? You would let him kick my ass?”

“Well, if you broke my sister’s heart, I would want to kill you as well.” Louis shrugged.

“Yeah mate, how would you feel if someone broke Gem’s heart?” Liam smirked.

I shudder as I thought back to how I wanted to kick Ashton’s ass when they briefly dated.

“Okay okay, fine, I get it. But I really do like her guys.” I smiled.

“Whatever mate, just have fun tonight, be glad Zayn let you live.” Louis tapped me on the shoulder and walked out of my room.

“Yeah, let me know how it goes.” Liam smiled and followed him out.

“Harry, mate, I am so-” Niall began.

“It’s okay Niall, don’t worry about it.” I threw my arm over his shoulder, slightly hugging him,“Now let me get some more sleep.”

“Alright,” He grinned then headed to his room.

I shut the door and dove back in my bed.

- - - - -

Your POV

As I was in the middle of doing my morning Yoga, I heard my doorbell ring twice and then furious knocking.

I opened the door to see a very upset Zayn.

“You’re going on a date with Styles?” He spat out then barged in pass me.

“Well good morning to you too.” I shut my door and followed the dark haired idiot into my living room.

Zayn paced around with his arms folded across his chest, “Why didn’t you tell me? I had to find out through Niall of all people… AND I almost smashed Styles’ face if it-“

“You almost what? You almost hit Harry? Why?! Zayn! I can take care of myself.” I stared at my best friend in disbelief, my hands on my hips.

Zayn’s face softened as he stopped and looked at me, “Y/N, I know you can. It’s just… Styles has a history with girls and I don’t want you to be just another one on his list.”

“Zayn. I appreciate your concern. But you know me!” I placed one hand on my chest, “I would kick a guy’s ass before I allow him to make me his plaything… Hell that’s probably why I’ve been single for so long, I’m too intimidating.” I laughed as I pulled Zayn down on the couch next to me.

“No, that’s not it. No guy has been good enough to date you like no guys are good enough for my sisters.” He finally smiled.

“Well whatever the reason may be, I love you for caring, but I can handle Harry. I mean… I don’t even know exactly what it is between us, it’s just a date Zayn. Hell, we might not even have anything in common and end up not being able to stand each other,” I grinned.

“No way, only an idiot would not like you.” He leaned back against the couch.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah…” I rolled my eyes.

I mirrored him and leaned back and tilted my head on the couch.

I turned my head towards him, “I can’t believe you almost hit him.”

We both erupted with laughter and continued talking for a couple more hours until I had to get ready for a meeting with my manager.

Around 1pm as I was sitting in a little cafe in central London listening to my manager go over my schedule for next week, I got a text from a number I didn’t recognize.

Hey, Y/N it’s Harry! I would have called but Zayn said you were at a meeting. I completely forgot to ask for your number last night and had to beg Zayn for it so I hope that’s okay! Was wondering if I could pick you up tonight at 7?

I felt myself blushing and grinning as I read his text.

Yes! Seven is perfect. Can’t wait!

“Who’s distracting you and is the reason for that smile?” My manager Diane smirked. She had become more of a friend than manager since she’s been here for me for over a year.

“Just a guy,” I shook my head.

“Oh my word, a guy? You know, You have never once told me you fancied a guy before. Who’s the lucky man?” She closed her folder and shut off her iPad, ending the ‘meeting.’

“Okay Diane, but if I tell you, it needs to stay between us, it can’t get out.”

“Of course not. I’m your manager, remember? I’m suppose to know these things anyways,” She smiled and leaned closer.

I looked around the cafe to make sure no one was in ear-shot, “It’s umm Harry Styles,” I whispered.

Her eyes grew wide, every management company in London knew who One Direction were; they’ve all been trying to poach them from Modest. 

Well who am I kidding, every person in the world with Internet access knew them, of course.

“But- it’s nothing, we are just getting to know each other.” I looked down at my hands.

“Really? Harry Styles?” She whispered back at me with wide eye.

“Well you know I’m close to Zayn, I just met the rest of them the other day and I don’t know… Harry… caught my eye.” I pressed my lips together.

“Well, just be careful, that boy has a little reputation. I don’t want you getting hurt, okay? Oh, gosh, I’m going to have to prepare for all the pictures and the media going crazy tonight,” She pulled out her phone, opened her folder, clicked her pen and quickly jotted down notes.

“It’s not a big deal, it’s just one date…” I bit my lip, I got really nervous.

“I know but HE’S a big deal… They are followed everywhere. Fans literally stalk them, so don’t be surprised if they bombard you during your date. Just be ready,” She warned me.

She sent a quick text to someone then packed her things, “I’ll see you in a couple days at the office, alright? I’ll be next to my phone so if you need me, don’t hesitate to call.”

I gave her a hug and kissed her cheek before she left.

Harry Styles apparently has a reputation I know nothing about. I sat there for a couple minutes finishing up my tea. I pulled out my MacBook and opened up safari then typed in: ‘Harry Styles dating.’ Over thousands of articles popped up.

I didn’t even want to read them because scrolling through the titles were enough.

Do I really want to get myself mixed with him? I was just starting my career, even though my single had been number one for the past month in the UK, I still wasn’t use to the fame. I hated when the media focused their attention on me. I hated that every move I made was carefully dissected. 

I picked up my phone off my lap and started texting him to cancel but I erased it.

Everyone deserves a chance, right?

- - - - -

At 7pm sharp I heard my doorbell ring.

I opened my door to see Harry wearing a pair of black skinny jeans and a black button up shirt which was actually only half buttoned, revealing both the heads of his swallow tattoos, which made me blush. His hands were behind his back.

“Hi!” He flashed me an incredible smile, showing off his teeth and dimples.

“Hi!” I smiled.

A bouquet of red roses appeared as he brought his arms in front of him, “Is it too cheesy that I got you roses?”

I blushed and shook my head, “No, I think it’s very sweet! Thank you! Come in!”

Harry handed me the bouquet, “You look beautiful by the way.”

I looked down at my outfit, which consisted of a black v-neck and high waisted royal blue shorts with a gold belt, I wasn’t sure how to dress for tonight but I wanted to be comfortable.

“Thank you. You look very handsome yourself. I’m going to put these in a vase.”

After I placed the flowers in a vase and filled it with water, I brought it out to my living room and placed it on the coffee table. I found Harry walking around my living room and admiring the paintings that had hung on my walls.

“Did Zayn- are these Zayn’s work?” He turned around when he heard my footsteps.

“Yeah! He wanted to buy me something as a house-warming gift but I asked for some of his art work instead.”

“These are amazing, your flat is beautiful.” Harry smiled as he walked towards me, “Ready?”

“Almost! Let me just grab a pair of shoes.”

“Wear something comfortable,” He smiled.

Harry drove us out of central London in his Range Rover, to west London. He pulled up to the Natural History Museum, which shocked me. I absolutely loved museums.

I looked over at Harry and bit my lip as he turned off the car he looked up at me.

“Why the museum?” I was curious.

“I’ve always wanted to come here, is this lame? We can go somewhere else…” Harry was about to turn on the car until I put my hand over his.

“No! I love museums! I’m just… No, I’m really excited.” I smiled at him.

“Great! Wait here.” Harry quickly got out of the car and came over to open my door for me.

“Thank you.” I blushed, he sure knows how to work his charm.

As we walked up to the museum I remembered that it was already closed, at 5:50pm to be exact. I looked down at my watch to see that it was 7:35pm.

I stopped walking and looked at Harry, “Wait. The museum’s already closed…” I frowned.

“I might’ve pulled some strings.” Harry winked at me as he continued to guide me to the door.

My eyes brightened and my heart raced, “No you didn’t.”

Harry just grinned at me as we were greeted by the a lady in a white dress suite who was waiting for us.

“Mr. Styles, I am honored to have you visit us tonight, I’m Sharon Ament, the director of this museum.” She shook Harry’s hand and then mine.

“Please, call me Harry, this is Y/N, thank you so much for allowing us to be here on such short notice.”

“It’s no problem at all, anytime!” She opened the door for us and guided us in.

Even though I’ve been here before, it was different when you’re the only one there and it’s much quieter.

The museum was absolutely beautiful. When you first enter, you immediately notice the giant dinosaur skeleton right in the central of the museum, the ceilings were high and the building itself was magnificent, resembling a cathedral that I had been to in Italy.

She gave us a quick overview of the museum, showing us on a map what exhibits were where.

“You two are free to walk around and do whatever you want, take your time. My employees are stationed at every exhibit and will be happy to help you if you need anything.” She smiled at us.

“Thank you so much Sharon!” I said excitedly and Harry just grinned and nodded as he took my hand in his and began our little adventure.

Harry and I spent two hours in the museum. We took tons of pictures with different fossils of dinosaurs, we studied the art pieces, read to each other about the history of different cultures, did the little activities that were meant for kids, learned about kings, queens, mythical characters and artists and then acted like them for each other. I never had felt more like myself when I was with someone, well besides Zayn.

Harry made me laugh so much and roll my eyes at his cheesy jokes and pick up lines. I could definitely see why girls liked him. He was very charming, sweet and kind. He thanked every person we saw at the museum, whether they helped us or not.

“Hungry?” He asked as we walked towards the exit of the museum.

“Yeah… I’m actually starving now that you mention it.” I haven’t eaten since my meeting with Diane which was around 12:30pm.

“Thank you so much again for everything Sharon,” Harry shook her hand while handing her an envelope.

“Of course and thank you Harry, please come back any time.” She nodded at the both of us and walked us out.

“Great there’s somewhere I-” Harry stopped talking as we walked out the door and were blinded by over two dozen flashing lights. Paparazzi. Then we heard girls screaming… and fans.

“Oh my god, how did they know we were here?” I looked at him.

“Just follow me and don’t say anything, I’m so sorry Y/N.” He apologized as we walked towards his car.

Questions and comments were thrown at us left and right as they snapped pictures while following us.

“Are you two dating now?”

“Harry, what about Nadine? She was just with you a few weeks ago!”

“Hi Harry! You look amazing!”

“How long have you two been dating?


“Y/N are you dating Harry just for more fame and attention?

“Why are you with her Harry? She’s not good enough for you!”

“Harry can we please have a picture?”

“Are you two sleeping together?”

“Y/N you’re so pretty!”

“Y/N are you dating both Zayn and Harry?”

“Harry!”

“Y/N are you using Harry and Zayn for your social gain?”

ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?

Harry opened my door for me and quickly shut it when I was inside then he ran to his side and climbed in. Even though we were both in the car, paparazzi surrounded his car and still continued taking pictures.

I had to take deep breathes to calm myself down.

“Y/N… I am so very sorry for all of this.” He shook his head as he started the car.

“It’s… it’s okay Harry, I sort of mentally prepared myself for this before our date, let’s just get out of here,” I pleaded.

“You got it.” He looked straight ahead and pulled away slowly.

Once we were finally on the highway, Harry apologized again.

“Y/N, I am so sorry, I don’t know how they found out about our date.”

I pulled out my phone to see a text from Diane.

“Apparently someone at the museum tweeted a picture…” I showed him a picture of us holding hands and walking around the museum.

“Damn it.” Harry frowned.

“It’s fine Harry, I’m not upset about it anymore.” I put my phone back in my pocket.

“Okay good.”

Harry drove us to the edge of the Battersea Bridge and parked. 

He reached to the back seat of his car and brought a picnic basket to the front.

“Dinner a la Harry.” He grinned at me and I let out a laugh and covered my face.

He laced his hand in mine as we walked down the bridge that was over the Thames River. I loved the architecture of the bridge and lamp posts they had every few feet. 

Harry picked a spot that was in between two lamp posts and we sat down. He opened up the basket to reveal two glasses, a cold bottle of apple cider and a plate of different sandwiches, a variety of fruits cut up in a bowl and two beautiful cupcakes.

“Wow…” I was really surprised, this was really romantic. I felt butterflies through out the whole night but at this moment, they were fluttering faster than ever.

“This is really…”

Harry panicked, “Lame? Oh my god, I knew it. I should’ve just taken you to-“ 

“NO! Harry no! I love this, this night has been perfect, minus the paparazzi, but no it’s perfect. I love this… I haven’t been on a date in years…” I placed my hand over his, “This is perfect.”

“Really?!” His eyes lit up as a huge grin spread across his face.

“Yes.“ 

I drank apple cider as Harry explained what each of the sandwiches were and what were in the them, he had made four different kinds for us to share.

I look a bite of the first sandwich, as I looked out onto the river.

"This is really good Harry!” I nodded and he just smiled.

“About earlier…” Harry started after he finished his half of the first sandwich, “I feel like I should clear some things up that you might’ve heard the pap ask.”

“Harry, it’s okay. Really. Whatever girls you dated before, it’s not my business and it doesn’t affect me.”

Harry looked at me in shock.

“What?” I cocked my eyebrow.

“You’re just so… amazing… But I’m letting you know that I would be honest with you, anything you want to know, I would tell you.” Harry looked in my eyes.

I took a sip of my drink, “I mean, this is just our first date, I don’t even know if you even want to keep dating me and-“

“I do.” He said without hesitation.

“What?” I was the one in shock now.

“I do want to go on another date, I want to go on many more dates with you. I really like you and I want to keep getting to know you… if you feel the same way.” He bit his bottom lip and blushed.

“I do… It’s just… to be honest? I’m still not use to the attention. I mean I’m only beginning to get big here in the UK and apparently my single is climbing in America… I’m still adjusting to this life… AND I actually haven’t even been on a date in two years.”

“What? Really? Then why did you agree to go on a date with me?” He grabbed another sandwich.

“I just haven’t found anyone interesting… until you.” Okay now I was red and sweating perhaps even slightly shaking.

I stuffed the rest of the sandwich in my mouth out of nervousness and looked away from Harry as I chewed.

“Wow, I’m really flattered and to be honest as well, I don’t actually ever date girls while I’m on tour… Nadine is actually just a friend that apparently the world thinks I’ve dated, including your best friend. But that’s all she is to me, a friend.” Harry then continued eating.

I took a drink of my apple cider.

“Well even if you did date her, that stuff doesn’t matter to me. A person’s history of who they dated or slept with doesn’t define who they are as a person. To me what matters is how you treat other people, how others treat you out of love and respect, how you view the world, your relationships with the people around you… things of that nature.”

“Wow. You- you’re really different from any girl I’ve met. I really do like you Y/N… and I understand that this lifestyle can get pretty rough, but trust me, when you perform in front of all those people and you hear and see the fans sing the songs that you wrote, it makes it all worth it.”

Listening to Harry made me feel butterflies. I haven’t ever felt this way about a guy before and it was very foreign to me. I’ve always been the type of girl to go with my gut and trust my instincts and right now they were telling me two things: one, take a chance and see what it will be like to date Harry and two, kiss him.

I put my hand up to his cheek and turned his head towards mine and lightly placed my lips on his. It took Harry a second to register what was happening, since he was caught off guard, but he dropped his sandwich and kissed me back.

My stomach was officially in knots, I was really happy. I felt like fireworks were going off in my body as Harry pulled me closer to him, deepening the kiss.

I was the first pull away because a biker riding by whistled at us and made me feel slightly embarrassed.

“Wow.” Harry exhaled as he looked out onto the river.

I cleared my throat and grabbed a cupcake. I held it up in my hand to see that it was red velvet flavored with pink frosting topped with silver sugar pearls.

“Harry… did you make this…?” I looked at him as I reached for my phone in my pocket.

“Yeah!” He said enthusiastically.

I snapped a picture of the cupcake with the London skyline in the background before I took a bite.

It was delicious, it was moist and the frosting was made of cream cheese, which I loved.

“Harry!” I looked at him in complete shock as I covered my mouth, “These are delicious! Oh my god!”

“Did you know… before all this One Direction business…” He turned his head towards me and said in a very serious tone, “I use to be a baker.”

“No fucking way!” I laughed.

“Really! If I didn’t go to my audition, I would be probably still be there or own it at this point!” He held his hands up in all honesty.

“Really now? Harry Styles, a baker?” I pulled my bottom lip in between my teeth and shook my head.

We both finished up the rest of the food, me eating all the fruits and cupcakes while Harry ate most of the sandwiches. We kept talking and learning about each other’s likes, dislikes, hobbies, music preferences, role models, favorite concerts, artists, and our experiences with paparazzi and fans.

“Do you wanna come over and see the guys? I’m sure Zayn would be happy to see you.” Harry suggested as walked back to his car.

“Yeah sure!” I nodded.

“Actually, the flat that we rented out for the week while we are here in London for our tour isn’t even that far from where you live.”

“What? Really?”

“Yeah! We were tired of hotels and we told our manager that we wanted to stay in an actual home since we were here for a week.”

“I would get tired of hotels too…” I felt bad for them, having to go from hotel to hotel constantly for 8 months? I would go crazy.

“Well once you start touring, you can share our pain.” He said as he opened my door for me.

I faced him, “What tour? I’m not going to tour any time soon.”

“Yeah right, don’t act like once your album drops people aren’t going to demand concerts.” He kissed my cheek, “Hop in, beautiful.”

We finally pulled up to their flat and Harry let me walk in first. Nice doesn’t even begin to describe the flat they were staying at. I thought my flat was really nice considering that it cost over six figures; but this flat that they had rented was ridiculously luxurious. 

“Come,” He held out his hand as he guided me in the enormous home.

We approached the living room area and I saw that Niall and Louis were playing FIFA against each other.

“Harry! What are you- oh! Y/N!” Niall waved as he saw me.

“Hi!” I waved back.

“Hi Y/N! Excuse me for a second as I kick his ass.” Louis greeted me as he turned his attention back to the T.V.

“No problem, you can kick Niall’s ass all you want but just letting you know, I can probably kick all of your asses at this game.”

Niall immediately paused the game as Louis dropped his remote and all three boys stared at me with their jaws dropped.

“Harry… if you don’t marry her… I’m going too.” Niall slowly said.

“Is that my best friend I hear?” Zayn came in and wrapped his arms around me from behind.

“Yep! Just telling these guys that I can beat them at this game.”

“Oh yeah, did I forgot to tell you guys that she’s a hardcore gamer? Must’ve slipped my mind…” Zayn innocently said.

“GAME ON!” Louis picked up his remote and grabbed another and tossed it to me, “Let’s see what you’ve got Y/N!”

“Come on Haz, you play too. You and Y/N can be on the same team!” Niall threw Harry a remote.

Harry and I sat together on the floor as Louis and Niall sat on the couch.

Zayn sat down on the la-z-boy recliner next to us, “This should be amusing.”

“Where’s Liam?” Harry asked as Niall and Louis picked their teams.

“I think he’s off skyping Sophia,” Zayn shrugged.

After losing to two matches against me and Harry, Louis and Niall cried, okay not literally, but they were upset. Harry and Zayn laughed as Louis and Niall pretended to weep while I stood up turning around slowly with my hands in the air claiming victory.

“I warned you that I was going to kick your ass!” I went over and hugged both the boys as they dropped their head in their hands in defeat.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah… I can’t believed that happened… I’m depressed, I’m going to sleep!” Niall hugged me then stormed off.

“Me too… Good game Y/N! You’ve impressed me.” Louis hugged me before he headed off to his room.

“I got to run to the bathroom really quick then I’ll take you home!” Harry shuffled off.

“So… how was your date?” Zayn sat next to me.

“It was perfect. I really like him Zayn.” I bit my lip as looked over to make sure Harry was still in the bathroom.

“Really? Well… I just want you to be happy.” He put his arm around me.

“I think he would make me happy. He was honest with me tonight…and I appreciate that more than anything. You know that I’m scared of being in a relationship, but with Harry, for some reason I don’t feel scared, it feels right. God I sound like a sap.” I slightly hit myself in the face.

Zayn let out a little laugh, “Hey that’s okay, and it’s a good thing. If he makes you happy then that’s all that matters to me. I’m not going to get in the way of that.”

“Thanks Zayn.” I wrapped my arms around him.

“I’ll still kick his ass if he hurts you though.” Zayn whispered as we heard Harry’s footsteps.

“Ready?” Harry smiled as he picked up his car key.

I looked at Harry and I just felt that being with him was right and that I hoped to God that we work out.

I nodded, “Yeah, I think I am,” 

I glanced at Zayn and he knew exactly what I meant.

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anonymous asked:

Hi could you name amy fanfic where larry has a family and they are all domestic? Thank-you. I look at you blog like every hour heehe

i had the life of an ordinary,I spat it out

Harry Styles falls asleep a sixteen year old boy nervous about his upcoming X-Factor audition that could make or break his career. He wakes up a twenty-six year old man with a husband and two children, and no recollection of the past ten years.

the map of us

Maybe that’s all anyone really wanted - someone to see them for who they were, not just the nice bits, but the rough bits too - the whole map of them - and love them anyway.

sizing up your storm clouds

Louis has been looking after Tessa since he was sixteen. Harry’s a man in a business suit who has loved his daughter’s babysitter for three whole years.

even as young as you are

Harry’s sister has a baby. When he goes to meet her, he finds more than one new love of his life at the hospital.

we are the honey and the bee

It isn’t his fault though, it is entirely the fault of whichever gods thought it would be a good idea to taunt Louis by dangling a curly haired boy in front of him with a mouth that can’t possibly be as soft as it looks, a mouth that requires further inspection with Louis’ own mouth. Unfortunately, Louis absolutely cannot do that, because it would go against all rules and guidelines in the Golden Handbook of Nanny and Employee Etiquette that he’s pretty sure exists.

au where harry plays rugby at uni, louis needs to hire a nanny, and life is one big cliche.

end where I begun

Louis takes the kids to visit Harry on tour.

It’s been years - hell, it’s been decades,and Louis still hasn’t found anyone who understands him like Harry does. He still doesn’t laugh as hard with anyone else, there’s never been another person that Louis just wants to tell everything to, wants to share everything with. Harry is his other half, as much a part of him now as a limb, an organ. Louis still gets butterflies when they kiss and he still thinks Harry’s the most beautiful person in the entire world, no matter how much he ages.

we could be happy forever and after

There are six Tomlinson children. Which means six beds, six seats in the car, six school bags, six Christmas stockings and six stars on Harry’s right arm.

The Tomlinson’s also include two husbands, a dog and a cat. But the kids outnumber everyone else.

bedtime story

Harry wakes up in the middle of the night to an empty bed. He goes to investigate why that is.

still into you

Louis is woken up to elbows digging into his back. And, while uncomfortable as they may be, he ignores them and pushes his face farther into his fluffy downy pillow.

And he would have fallen back asleep, he would have—he promises, he tried so very very hard—if it wasn’t for the small puff of breath that tickles his neck and the whining chorus of “Daddyyyyyyyyy” that fills his ears.

Louis groans into the pillow and whines “Emilyyyyyyyy” right back; albeit muffled.

There’s a small fist that hits his shoulder lightly and the elbows that were digging into his back are suddenly gone. He turns his head to the left and opens his eyes slowly. And he’s met with an angel.

Well, if angels were five year old girls with blonde hair glowing gold by the sun streaming through the curtains and have blue-grey eyes that match his own.

So, yes. An angel.

we’ll take the trail marked on your father’s map

louis is a single father and harry just wants to be part of the family

we took the slow way

liam and louis teach kindergarten and harry styles has a kid and zayn is a dj and it’s all very complicated for various reasons.

nothing else but us right here

Louis sighs and gives himself a mental pep talk as he smooths his jumper down over his hips. He can do this. He can resist the draw of Harry Styles, because he is a responsible, mature adult, and as much as he wants to tangle his fingers in that mess of hair and map those ridiculous tattoos with his tongue, he does not want to get his daughter’s favorite teacher fired.

empty nest

Nothing could comfort Louis now, though, not with his baby - his last baby, his little girl - going off to university. He feels hopelessly old and nostalgic and terrified for her. But he knows he has to let her go. She’s already the posh girl with the billion-pound trust fund and two famous dads, she doesn’t need to be the girl who had to call campus security to drag her crying parents away from her door. (At least that’s what Sammy, their eldest, said when he texted them pre-emptively this morning. ‘don’t embarrass her!!! she’ll be fine!!! she’ll be more popular and rich than all of us!!! stop panicking!!!’)

Or, the canon fic where Harry and Louis’ youngest kid goes off to uni and they so totally don’t have Empty Nest Syndrome.

FICREC: HL TIME TRAVEL AU’s

A Moment Out of Time 18k

Oh shit,” he said. “Oh – oh my god, what is – where – what - what?” he said eloquently, and Niall winced.

“Yes. Er. So, as I was saying,” Niall said, clamping a hand over Harry’s mouth before he could start shouting. Harry hadn’t known he was being so obvious about the impending shouting, but he quieted (politely, thank you) under Niall’s touch. “I’m a scientist. And I might have opened a portal in space and time, and you might have fallen through it by mistake.”

Harry blinked.

“Yes. So. Er. You’re in London. And the year is 2014.”

or

Louis is a creative director in a small advertising firm with a deadline to meet. Harry is a duke who’s fallen through a portal in time and space. They meet and fall for each other. A Kate and Leopold-esque AU.

A Run at the Past 11k

Harry doesn’t expect it to happen while Gemma’s in Australia. He’s not lonely, this time, with plenty to do and the adrenaline of the end of tour, the excitement of going back to Japan. And Gemma, of course, her jokes at his expense and her flirting with Niall and her hugs for every occasion, the way she looks like mum when she scolds him half-heartedly. There’s no reason it should happen.He wakes up in Louis’ bed anyway.

I Had The Life of Ordinary, I Spat it Out 22k

Harry Styles falls asleep a sixteen year old boy nervous about his upcoming X-Factor audition that could make or break his career. He wakes up a twenty-six year old man with a husband and two children, and no recollection of the past ten years.

I’m Coming Back for You 3k

Louis can feel the older version of him’s rough beard scratch against his smoother skin, can feel his toned thighs push down against Louis’s not-so-toned own. This Louis of this time is so fit with age that Louis is almost positive that he can’t be real. There’s no way Louis is going to end up this attractive one day.“Stop thinking so much,” future-Louis whispers against his lips. Almost as if on instinct, Louis’s brain shuts off and all he can focus on is the scratch and lick and weight on top of him.-or- the one where Louis is a time traveler and 18 year old him travels to the future and gets fucked by 22 year old louis with harry along in the mix

My Heart is Breathing for this Moment In Time 159k

When Louis first saw Harry at the 2010 X Factor Auditions, he thought he was watching a peculiarly special stranger. But Harry has known Louis ever since he was five years old.

Because Louis has a rare genetic disorder that causes him to Time Travel to important moments in his past and in his future - and to Harry, always to Harry. When they’re put into a band together, it seems like everything Harry has been waiting and wishing for has finally come true. Except for the small fact that Louis doesn’t know that Harry is in love with him- that Harry’s always been in love with him. Fate, it would seem, is just getting started.

A story about growing up and growing together, and the impossible love that makes it all worthwhile.

            Louis falls in love in fits and starts. 

             ~companion piece to my time traveller’s harry fic


Not Fortune’s Fool 3k

The one where Louis goes to sleep in his X-Factor bunk and wakes up years in the future to discover things have… changed.

Temporary Tattoos, Hotel Hearts, Horizon Homes 17k

Louis is just 18 and ends up in 2015 for one day at Harry’s request, one day to make sure his spirit is strong and hopeful enough to take him to the X Factor and end him up where he’s supposed to be. Aka, the one where Harry makes sure Louis knows how amazing he is.