thank you feet

socks on Christmas
  • 8 year old me: what the fuck I said I wanted toys
  • me now: *crying* thank you.. thank you sweet christ my feet are always so cold.. so very very cold

anonymous asked:

Can you help me out with drawing feet from different perspectives? I cant even with feet, thank you!

oh dang feet are one of my weaker points so this will be brief. 

first i start out with the main shape of the foot (simplify it into a wedge or triangle just to maintain proportions) note: toes are weird

and then start filling in the finer details. At this point, its up to the drawing gods to decide your fate idk just a;sldkfjAKDLFJS

*sweats* and there ya go

red.
  • it is february 1980 when they meet at a funeral
  • they are two red-haired women, one pureblood and one muggleborn, but neither of them care because blood does not matter
  • (except that it does. except that this whole stupid war is about blood)
  • they are two red-haired women with the future of the wizarding world growing in their bellies
  • and this is how it goes
  • gideon and fabian prewett go into the ground that day
  • molly, the last remaining prewett, feels like she’s drowning
  • (and although she is now a weasley, she will always be a prewett)
  • arthur’s hand in hers reminds her that she is not alone (far from it, in fact), but it does not ease the pain, the grief of losing all that was left of her family in one fell swoop
  • there is a stream of endless platitudes and consolations, so repetitive and meaningless that they blend into one another
  • (and she feels awful for the ones she has offered in the past)
  • (sometimes words mean so little)
  • she tries to tune it all out. sometimes she mutters, ‘thank you,’ towards her feet, but mostly she is silent
  • ‘when are you due?’
  • it is the only question that cuts through because it is so thoroughly unexpected, especially at a funeral
  • looking up, she meets a pair of brilliant green eyes, softened with sympathy in this moment
  • (but she knows just by looking at her that this woman can be hard, so hard and strong when she wants to be)
  • (and behind the woman stands a tall, bespectacled man with black hair, wilder and messier than hair really has a right to be, and she knows immediately that they are lily and james potter, who gideon and fabian talked about because of how bright and brave and in love they are)
  • when she does not answer, lily tries again, ‘you are pregnant, right? this isn’t some awful, social faux pas where i’ve asked a woman if she’s pregnant when she’s not, right?’
  • james sniggers and lily elbows him in the stomach
  • (and she wonders about these two, clearly so young, too young, for war and for a baby and for merlin knows what else might be coming)
  • (but she sees the way he holds her hand reverently, and the way she looks up at him reproachfully, her eyes betraying her amusement and embarrassment, and how he smiles and she smiles back and molly may as well not be there because they are so in love and damn the war)
  • ‘march,’ she eventually answers and the anxiety in lily’s face melts away
  • then molly casts her eyes downwards and smiles
  • ‘and you?’
  • ‘august,’ she answers, glowing like only a woman who is creating life can
  • lily’s hand skims across her stomach, the instinctual action of a woman whose belly is full of baby
  • (and molly would know, she has patted her own belly too many times to count)
  • ‘well, i guess our children will be going to hogwarts together, then,’ molly muses aloud
  • ‘maybe they’ll be best friends,’ lily smirks
  • and, for a moment, molly feels lighter because it is so reassuring to talk about the future in this way, to think about her children growing up in a world where they’re safe and happy and blood doesn’t matter and they can be whatever they choose to be
  • ‘potter and weasley,’ james is staring dreamily at the sky before dropping his gaze back down and grinning widely
  • ‘hogwarts won’t know what hit it.’
  • she never sees them again
  • her hands shake when she reads about them in the daily prophet
  • and she cries when she thinks about how they were bright and brave and so young
  • (too young and so in love)
  • (and now gone too soon)
  • she never forgets, but the memory does fade, the memory of meeting a vivacious couple on one of the worst days of her life and how they gave her hope for a future when the word future felt like taboo
  • and it doesn’t happen the way any of them had predicted, but it happens
  • because ron writes home in september 1991, talking about how he made friends with harry potter and how he stuffed himself silly on the hogwarts express because harry was generous and cool and being friends with him was easy and natural
  • so she thinks of lily and how she rubbed her belly, green eyes alight with hope
  • and she thinks of james and his cheeky grin and what he said that day
  • ‘potter and weasley. hogwarts won’t know what hit it.’
  • and she smiles
The Cure

Bucky Barnes x Reader Drabble

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader,  Steve Rogers  |  Word Count: 1493

Warnings: Nothing but fluff. A drabble. This is what happens when I’m bored. Spotify is my nemesis. The Cure by Lady Gaga


You looked up from your book when the door opened.

Bucky, in all his combat gear stumbled into your shared suite within the Avengers compound, shedding guns, gloves, and grenades with such disregard for their explosive nature it had you leaping to your feet. The look on his face spoke plainly of just how hard the latest mission had been.

Going to him, you grabbed for the belt he was getting ready to chuck across the room, the one with at least three grenades, and gently laid it over the back of the sofa. He went still, just stood there, shaking, breathing, anger radiating off him in waves.

Lifting your hand, you laid it gently against his clenched jaw. You only had one question. “Is everyone alright?”

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Wet (M)

Originally posted by dearbyun

→ College AU

“Slipping inside, you dropped the folded towel and your phone to the floor, grinning at the heat of the small room as you untied the silk bathrobe and let it fall to the floor. Humming, you imagined the empty bathtub and the orgasmic sensation of heated water enveloping your naked body.

Then you heard someone clearing their throat.”


You were what most of your friend described as an “emotional bather”. You had an exam? Bathtime. You felt insecure? Bathtime. You were embarrassed? Bathtime. That’s why you were ecstatic when you discovered that you college dorm building would have a bathtub! You were a little less ecstatic that, of course, it only had one.

So, five months into college you had still not taken a bath. The one bathroom with the bathtub was always locked and you were going crazy. 

Or perhaps that was an understatement. At least right now.

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Wally: Merida? Really? This is so embarrassing ///

Bart: Yeah, embarrassing if you’re a coward maybe! I have no clue who’s dress this is but it’s actually pretty comfy!

Wally: It’s Rapunzel’s Bart. The girl from Tangled?

Bart: Never seen it! I think you forget stuff from your time is beyond retro to me my compadre. Plus watchin’ movies isn’t something I usually do. Now if you were to ask us what VIDEO GAME princess’ we’d be - omygosh let’s see, I’d be Princess Daisy and Wals you’d be-

Wally: NOBODY ASKED US THAT BART! 

you’re a fucking tease - two

Request: Hi i know you’ve literally just done a tease imagine but I was kinda hoping you could do one where the reader pisses Tom off somehow and he starts getting all dark and unexpected to get back at her and then acts as if nothing happened. Btw I love all your stories and you’re so talented xxx + part two requested by a few readers, of this small smut fic! :-)

Warnings: this was highly requested hgjkfdhjk. everything is innocent until the ‘read more’ cut, so if you’re not into smut, feel free not to read :)

part one // part three | part four (final)


“Darling, can we please leave?” Tom whined in my ear, causing me to roll my eyes again. I ignored him, again, going back to the conversation I was having. Tom, not-so-subtly, sighed heavily, dropping his head on my shoulder and whined – like a child. “Baby,” the pet name was muffled by the material of my long sleeve dress. I flashed a strained smile toward the couple I was talking to before grabbing Tom’s hand and leading him away from the crowd, toward an empty corner. “Finally!”

“We’re not going anywhere!” I exclaimed, in a hushed but hard tone. He narrowed his eyes at me. “You’re being an ass, Tom! Your friends invited you, you wanted to come, so we’re going to fucking stay until they serve dinner.” I crossed my arms over my chest, smiling and waving at a few of our friends as they walked past us.

“Are you fucking with me right now?” I looked back at Tom, an aggravated look on his face. I sighed, reaching out to touch his arm. He backed away from me, swatting my hand away lightly.

“Don’t be a baby, baby.” I tried to joke, but his hard stare on me only intensified. “Tom,” he ignored me, like I had earlier, brushing past me as he made his way toward where Harrison was. I closed my mouth, not realizing it had fallen slightly when Tom walked away from me. I rolled my shoulders back and counted to three in my head. Tom was so fucking annoying.


I wait for Tom in the car, letting him say goodbye to his friends and telling Haz he’d see him at home. “Are you done acting like a child?” I reached for his hand as soon as he placed it in the center console. Like earlier, he flinched away from me, placing both hands on the wheel. “Oh, my god,” I complained, resting my arm against the passenger door and resting my cheek on it. “You’re so annoying.”

I’m annoying?” He countered, looking at me briefly with wide eyes. “You’re annoying! I wanted to leave that party to be alone with you and you just fucking ignored me.”

“I didn’t even want to go to the damn party in the first place!” I rubbed my temples, trying to calm myself. “Just leave me alone – shut up, Tom.”

What?”

“I said shut up and leave me alone! Don’t talk to me for the rest of the ride home.” I didn’t hear a response back – no groan, no whine, no scoff – I turned and saw his eyes set on the road, his jaw clenching as his grip on the steering wheel tightened. I smirked, loving the fact that I was getting to him the way he got to me. I turned to look at the window again, sighing deeply. It was silent for a few minutes and my eyes were slipping closed as I grew comfortable in the car seat. My head shot up, feeling Tom’s hand on my lap. I turned to look at him again and his eyes were still focused on the road. I furrowed my eyebrows but shrugged it off, maybe he just felt guilty from earlier.

I looked out the window again, not letting Tom off that easy as I continued to ignore him. My eyes were almost shut again, not even noticing Tom’s hand had moved until I felt the heat of his palm against my inner thigh. On instinct, my left hand shot down to grab his wrist. “Tom? What do you think you’re doing?” He didn’t say anything, only continuing to massage my inner thigh while he kept one hand on the steering wheel and his eyes trained intently on the road. I released his wrist but kept my eye on him for a few seconds. I looked away and leaned forward, reaching to turn the radio on. Versace On the Floor filled the car, a smile meeting my face. I sat back and leaned my chair back so I was laying down slightly.

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Top: Art drawn by @sebbdraws
Bottom: Art drawn by @crikeydaveart

I’m back from another convention (Oz Comic Con, first time there) and like I tried at SMASH this year, I try to commissioning artists in person there and both of their draws are so cute and even different/distinguish(?) to their original digital art style too!! :’DD

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My friends and I have been absolutely obsessed with @kazliin until my feet bleed and heart break! My friend actually drew this scene from when they first met right before Victor broke Yuuris heart for the first time. (Posting for her because she doesn’t have a tumblr)

“Can I be him?”

Not everybody should know about the fact that you’re a Kingsman agent, especially your family. In their eyes, you’re a tailor and do nothing but wasting your time. Tired of the attempts of your mother to make you settle down with a guy, who is up to your economic standards, you may just have to fake it…

Warning: a bit of ‘casual’ swearing
Eggsy Unwin x Reader
Part ONE of ‘Can I be him?’ - Series

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Stealing Sweaters (Part 7)

I am having a very nice day, Thank you ♡ I hope you are as well. These parts seem to be getting longer and longer…

If you’re new to the series, please start here!


“Ready?” Ginny murmured under her breath.

Luna nodded with a bright smile.

Ginny glanced over at Draco sitting in a chair nearby in the eighth year common room, reading a rather massive book held rather close to his face.  He was one of four people in the common room at the time. No one gave the two seventh years much notice, they tended to come around the eighth year dorms quite often.

Luna elbowed her gently with a don’t give it all away look. Ginny helped her set up the ladder they had found and propped it against the wall.

Floating up against the ceiling were a dozen or so brightly coloured christmas baubles. Both Ginny and Luna looked up at them. Ginny put her hands on her hips, doing her best to hide her impatience.

Luna put her arm through Ginny’s holding it loosely, “Do you think we should transfigure a net maybe?”

Ginny shrugged but started looking around for something handy to transfigure.

They both turned when they heard footsteps approaching from the dorms.

Ginny fought down her grin.

Luna smiled as she always did and waved, “Hullo, Harry.”

Harry waved back a little awkwardly, “Uh, Hermione said you needed help?”

Luna nodded and pointed up towards the ceiling, “I accidentally charmed my favourite baubles to float.”

They all craned their necks up to look at the peacefully drifting ornaments.

“Couldn’t you just fly up on a broom?” Harry asked.

“Surprisingly, brooms don’t work here.” Ginny sighed and added a little sarcastically, “Can’t imagine why the Headmistress wouldn’t want students flying around their common rooms.”

“And you can’t just levitate them down,” Harry added.

“Oh no,” Luna said with concern, “They’re very fragile.”

Ginny went over to the firebox and grabbed a piece of kindling, transfiguring it into a butterfly net as she walked back to them, “I was going to get them down myself but Luna said I couldn’t.” She thrust the net into Harry’s hands.

“You have a game tomorrow,” Luna said, “It’s better to be safe. Besides, Harry’s much better at being injured.”

“Thanks,” Harry said ruefully. He looked the ladder over with distrust. He asked Ginny, “You’ll hold the ladder?”

Ginny nodded. Still holding her wand thoughtfully, she cast a lighten weight charm over Harry, “Just in case. I’ll be able to catch you,” she grinned and winked

“My hero,” Harry muttered, carefully climbing the faintly squeaking ladder until he was near the top of the high ceiling. He held on with one hand, his jaw clenched, as he stretched the net out and very carefully caught a bauble and pulled it down to himself. He removed the floating charm and took a few steps down to hand Luna a bauble. He repeated this eight more times, looking a little annoyed at he gave Luna the tenth one.

“Why did you charm these to float in the first place, Luna?” Harry asked.

Luna carefully took the blue glass orb and put it away in a fancy wooden box, “I wanted to make them dance,” she said matter-of-factly.

Harry rolled his eyes, “Right, of course.” he huffed a sigh and climbed up for the eleventh, scooped it up and swung the net down to let Luna pull it out herself, while he leaned against the top rung.

“Thank you for helping, Harry,” Luna said, holding the green bauble between two hands.

Harry shrugged, lifting the net up to catch the last one. It had drifted the furthest and in order to get the net close enough he had to lean out and off to the side, holding onto the very bottom of the net’s long pole.

There was the tinkling sound of something glass falling onto the floor.

“Oh-!” Luna reached after the green ornament even as it quickly rolled out of reach.

“I’ve got it,” Ginny said, and let go of the ladder.

Without Ginny to hold the ladder in place, it immediately began to tilt. Harry jerked back trying to grab on to the top rung with both hands, his sudden weight shift made the ladder bounce off the wall filling the air with the sound of creaking wood scraping across stone.

“Watch out!” Ginny yelled.

And there was- if Harry had been of a mind to look for it- a slight push, that sent the ladder plummeting over too fast to be caught by a levitation spell.

Draco who had been reading, was now standing, his book thrown to the side, his wand falling from his hand as he reached up, grabbing hold of Harry as he fell towards him. Even with a lightening spell, they both ended up on the floor with the wind knocked out of them. The ladder bounced off Harry’s back and slid to the floor with a clatter.

Harry groaned, pushing himself up into a sitting position with careful stiff movements.

Draco stared fixedly at the ceiling, a little frown and a faint flush on his face, “At your leisure, Potter.”

Ginny and Luna glanced at each other, sharing a look of relief that everything had worked out.

Harry nodded as he shoved the ladder over and got off Draco, kneeling beside him and rubbing his forehead as he offered Draco a hand to help him sit up.

Draco hesitated and then took Harry’s hand with a sigh, “Did you hit your head?”

Harry shook his head, “I’m fine,” he was looking Draco over, “Are you okay?”

“Other than being squashed by an oaf, yes,” Draco said.

Harry nodded thoughtfully.

Draco huffed and looked around, retrieving his book from where he had dropped it.

“You caught me,” Harry said softly.

The tops of Draco’s cheeks pinked, “So? Was I supposed to let you knock yourself unconscious?” he said it dismissively, turning away and pushing himself to his feet.

“Thank you,” Harry said just as quietly, looking slightly stunned.

Draco spared him a single nervous glance before sitting back in his chair and opening his book in front of his face so his expression was hidden, “You should get some bruise cream from Pomfrey.”

“I- yeah,” Harry said pushing himself to his feet and making his way toward the common room door. He paused to ask Ginny, “Do you still need help or-?”

Ginny furrowed her brow, dropping down and then jumping up into the air to grab hold of the bottom of the net, still floating half off the ground. She pulled it down and took the purple bauble out, “Nope, we’ve got it. Sorry about letting go of the ladder.”

Luna pulled herself out from under a couch with the green ornament, “You were wonderful Harry! You fell so gracefully, like a wounded duck.”

“Yeah, sure,” Harry said, wincing slightly as he pulled open the common room door and made his way out into the hall.

Luna tilted her head to one side, curling a strand of blond hair around her finger, “Do you suppose Harry was hurt worse than he said?”

Ginny looked over at Luna’s expression, reading it only as she could, before adding a bit loudly, “Hard to say. You know Harry, he never complains.”

There was a muffled swear behind them and then Draco pushed past looking furiously annoyed as he followed Harry outside.

Ginny grinned and cast a patronus. No sooner had it disappeared down the dorm hallway than Ron and Hermione came running out.

“How’d it go?” Ron asked.

“Did it work?” Hermione said at nearly the same time.

“I think it went very well,” Luna said airily.

Ginny nodded and told them everything that happened.

Ron and Hermione exchanged a worried look.

“Is Harry hurt?” Hermione asked.

“Nah,” Ginny said with a flip of her hand, “bruised a bit, sure, but that’s it. I cast a lighten weight charm on him, he practically bounced.”

“And Draco will look after him,” Luna said.

“It was adorable really,” a voice said sarcastically from behind them.

The group turned to where Blaise, Pansy and Theo were all sitting on one of the longer couches.

Pansy frowned and kicked Blaise lightly on the ankle, “It was cute.”

“Yes, Pansy,” Blaise said dryly, “You know what I mean.”

“Just tell them,” Theo said distractedly, his quill skittering across a foot of parchment that was nearly filled with his sharp small handwriting.

“We were wondering if you’d consider a different sort of tactic,” Pansy said.

Blaise smirked faintly, “A more Slytherin sort of plan.”

“A whot-?” Ron said.

Hermione said carefully, “What are you talking about?”

Pansy rolled her eyes dramatically, “Getting Draco together with your Boy wonder, of course.”

“It’s terribly obvious what you’re doing,” Blaise said.

Theo hummed in agreement, “Not subtle at all.”

“The Hufflepuffs have probably figured it out by now,” Pansy said.

“And…” Hermione quirked an eyebrow with a lopsided smile, “you want to help?”

“We want to see Draco happy too,” Pansy said, a little affronted.

Theo carefully wiped his quill off, picked up the parchment and held it out to them, “And we your need assistance to pull it off.”


Part 1 ~ Part 2  ~  Part 3 ~ Part 4 ~ Part 5 ~ Part 6 ~ Part 7 (you are here!) ~ Part 8

Still in Love

Hi! Hope you’ll enjoy this short one shot. It’s a request based on the song “Somebody that I used to know” by Gotye. It’s only loosely inspired by it though, the song is despite its lyrics rather upbeat while I imagine this story to be set in a sadder atmosphere. 

Plot: H and Y/N used to have a bond until they cut each other out of their lives.

Warnings: None.

Gorgeous picture isn’t mine.

Harry found himself unable to look away. All his eyes could see was me, just as if my frame was the magnet to his attention. It was as though I wasn’t surrounded by a mass of people in a barely lit room and thick, humid air. His gaze was only drawn to me because to him I was illuminated. The air around me glowed. I might as well have stood in an empty room or lain in his bed, his attention couldn’t have been on me any more.

Harry’s jaw tensed. The sweet taste of the soft-drink on his tongue and the loud music blasted through the big speakers would normally have his shoulders relaxed and his body moving along to the rhythm. He would be enjoying his night out with friends and colleagues. But this time he couldn’t.
If anything Harry hadn’t ever been this tense whilst partying before. The tips of his fingers twitched, his lips were raw from his teeth pulling and biting into them and his hair was a mess.

All of which he truly could not understand.
How was Harry’s mind so incapable of finding an escape from the worry and slight fear his body was tormented with? Ever since he’d noticed me singing along to the music and laughing with my head thrown back and dancing in the middle of the floor, his blood had turned to ice and his skin heated.
His eyes followed the movements of my hips swinging, feet jumping and arms raising. The tip of his tongue pressed against his teeth when he noticed my exposed neck and collarbones and his skin prickled.
Harry’s stomach turned with guilt because he really shouldn’t be giving me that kind of attention. I wasn’t his after all. Not even as a friend. Nothing.

Still, if only to make sure I was fine, his pupils continued to follow my every move and they narrowed when he noticed me stumble a little, losing my balance momentarily. It seemed as though I’d had one if not many drinks too much. He moved to get up and come to my aid before his head had even caught up with it to consciously make that decision and before it could tell him not to move.
Harry didn’t know me. Not anymore, for the matter and it was no longer his job to come to my protection either.

And still, his hands reached out to carefully nudge people out of his way and his big feet moved quickly and steady in order to reach me faster. Harry was impatient and he couldn’t have said why.
One of his friends even made the effort to call after him, truly surprised at his sudden movements, but went silent the moment he noticed who it was Harry’s gaze had found. He knew Harry hadn’t heard him, knew there was no reaching him where his head had gone.

There had once been a time when Harry and I would lose ourselves in the other. When the whole room could feel our connection as though an electric energy was caused by it. The house could have erupted into flames, the room flooded by water or the earth broken open - we wouldn’t have noticed. Not when our fingers touched the others skin, if only momentarily. We would have eyes only for the other, words meant for no one else to hear and in truth Harry missed it as much as I longed for those times to come back.

I turned around when I heard him say my name for the first time in over a year. My blood was frozen, my skin light on fire and my heart flattered in my chest as if it tried to fly away. In my hurry and desperation to see him I lost my balance once more and stumbled into his chest rather forcefully. My stomach dropped at the sight of his beautiful features and a smile forced itself onto my lips.

Harry. He visibly hadn’t changed at all and lost nothing of his beauty.

“Harry.” My voice was shaking but fierce, with no doubt in its tone at all.

He chuckled quietly with the softest smile on his face while his hands found my rips to rest on hesitantly. Though his hold was firm, it was a gesture meant to steady me, keep me from falling and getting hurt, but oh if it didn’t weaken my knees even further. And I fell. Metaphorically speaking.

“Hi,” he hummed, his face leant in so his lips were near my ear. I shuddered when his warm breath fanned my skin. His hands brought me closer to him. “Are you okay?”

“Yes,” I replied cheerfully, my arms raising to rest on top of his shoulders with a wide smile. The embarrassment I felt when my voice broke was over quickly and though Harry’s smile told me he’d noticed, it was alright. The kind expression he wore and the alcohol numbing my brain were relaxing me enough to not blush at the uncommon closeness between us.

Maybe the lack of a barrier between us had become something unfamiliar, but when my fingers found the back of his neck and his soft curls to play with, I felt at home. He was truly here, in my arms. The softness of his strands was too addictive to let go of again. I normally wouldn’t have ever dared to be handsy with him, which of course didn’t mean that I didn’t long to be. Touching your ex’s hair and embracing his shoulders after not having seen him in 14 months wasn’t exactly what was considered a great idea, was it?

But Harry wasn’t really any ex. We’d never been an exclusive couple, never went on a date or got around to be introduced to parents. Harry and I were… in the lack of a better word Friends with benefits. It started one night mostly as a half drunken mistake and then continued until our relationship had transformed into something more. We’d hook up occasionally when we were in need for relief, then when we were in need of a shoulder to lean on and then when we were in need to be near each other. Our feelings for each other heightened and grew in strength until when we were in public and somebody asked what we were, neither of us knew what to say anymore. The term friends didn’t suffice, fuck-buddies sounded too meaningless.
So we avoided a label all together which was what had brought us to an end.

“Are you okay?” I asked him, trying to adapt a neutral tone. My brows knitted together and I observed his face closely, wanting to be sure he wouldn’t lie. Harry didn’t drink often, hardly ever got properly drunk. I feared he’d changed since we’d last spoken.

Harry nodded though his gaze darkened. Instinctively my hold on his locks tightened in fear he’d pull away.

“I’m good,” Harry muttered, coming closer once more so he could talk into my ear, “But I’ll be even better if you let me take you home.”

My stomach dropped and I let out a shocked gasp. He flinched when I shifted, almost tumbling once more and frowned at me trying to pull away.

“You sure are forward, aren’t you,” I joked half heartily, my voice doing a poor job at covering up the surprise.

Harry’s eyes widened, his head catching up to what he’d said.

“S'not what I mean!” Harry stressed, “M'not trying- Y/N you know m'not that sleazy. Was a stupid way of phrasing and-”

“Harry,” I laughed, “I know. Didn’t sound like you for a minute so I know you didn’t intend it.”

My hands ran down his shoulders and squeezed his arms. “But why do you want me to come with you?

The green of his orbs sparkled and my gaze dropped to the pink of his pillow lips. "Because I really miss you.”

….

His room looked nothing like I remembered. And that saddened me. The soft blue colored sheets, sheets I’d loved to sleep in due to their unbelievable softness had been replaced by plain white ones. Where once the stacks of books we used to read in to one another before falling asleep had been on his nightstand, was now a quartet of scented candles. I frowned and stepped closer. I’d kept up with what he’d been up to and had only rolled my eyes at his newly discovered obsession with candles, but now that I stood right in front of four my fingers twitched.

Orange. Lavender. Hibiscus. Almond.

“Is water okay? I can make you a tea if you want. Think I even got your favorite somewhere.”

Harry stood in the doorway, watching me with a mixed expression I found difficult to read. But I understood. It must have looked as strange to him as it felt for me, given that the last time I’d been in this exact bedroom we’d both been crying our hearts out.

“Water is fine,” I replied with a hesitant smile, “Thank you.”

His feet were slow when he approached me and the invitation to sit on his bed was spoked low. Any confidence Harry had shown back in the bar was lost, just like my bravery was wearing off with the remains of alcohol leaving my system. The more I sobered up, the stranger the whole situation became to me.

“Please, don’t get sick,” Harry requested quietly, whilst helping me sit down on his bed. I could only assume he was reading my pale cheeks and discomfort as a sign of too much alcohol in my blood. “Got new sheets.”

“I noticed.” The disappointment was evident in my voice and I forced a smile to cover it up, “And I’m alright.”

Why were the sheets gone? It was silly to feel nostalgic about them, but why hadn’t he kept the material we’d spent hours of sleeping under? Where we’d made plans, confessed dreams and caused giggles to fill the room? Had he thrown them away just like that and replaced them by silly blue ones? How could he?

“Where are they?”

“Who?” his face wore an expression of pure confusion.

I let my fingers touch the top of his mattress. It felt wrong. Not even half as soft as it used to be. “The sheets.”

Harry didn’t reply which was answer enough. I hissed and shook my head. My heart was heavy with a sudden sadness I couldn’t explain and knew was stupid. There was no reason for me to feel crushed over the loss of some blue material I hadn’t lain on in a long time. He’d made a decision I had no place being angry about.

Sensing my crushed feelings Harry shifted beside me, his arms ached to reach out and embrace me but his mind burned with questions he needed answers for.

“Why didn’t you ever call, Y/N?”

We weren’t avoiding the awkwardness, then. We wouldn’t dance around the uncomfortable feelings. My chest moved and my lungs filled with fresh air. One thing I appreciated about Harry was his bravery, one I never possessed. He wasn’t afraid of tackling the difficult conversations.

“I can’t remember how many nights I stayed up staring at my phone with hopes I could never fully let go of.”

“I needed space,” I explained weakly, “Needed to clear my head.”

We sat so close next to each other his knee brushed mine and though it was only a small touch, my eyes could not look away from it. His body heat easily radiated off of me, awakening every cell of my body and speeding up the rhythm of my heart. I wanted more, wanted to be reminded what it felt like to hold him right.

“Clear it from me?” Harry’s quiet voice was laced with sadness, “You shut me out of your life. As if you tried to make it like I’d never touched it.”

Contradicting his words, Harry’s hand found my thigh, giving it an entirely non sexual squeeze, one that let me know he wasn’t angry. My hand pressed on top of his and I looked up to meet his eyes.

“You know what I felt for you, Harry.”

He nodded. “Which is just why I don’t understand.”

It’d been him who’d broken us off. Well, whatever “us” had meant. His solo career had been in its beginnings and he knew he’d need to be free to travel for it, work an impossible amount of hours and be available to anyone always. Anyone, aside form me.

Going solo meant he was busy and that meant that any feelings for him I had developed, did not have any place.
Harry cared for me, wanted me and desired to keep me close, but at the same time he knew that if he let us strengthen our bond even more, we would eventually suffer a heart break. Our connection wasn’t meant to be, not at that time anyway.

“I began to miss you so terribly the moment you closed the door behind you,” I breathed.

Watching him walk out of my apartment was a sight I knew I’d never forget. No matter how many promises of keeping in touch, staying friends and wanting to remain close had been made, I was sure we both knew they were void of true meaning.

Harry had touched my heart. How could I look into his eyes after having been rejected?

I whimpered when his body turned to face mine and shuddered when his hand fount my neck, gently turning my head so I looked up at him.
Harry’s brows were knitted together while his eyes pleaded with mine. My lips parted and my head spun when my own palms found their place on his shoulders, only centimeters away from his collarbones. I yearned to touch his skin.

“But that doesn’t mean you had to cut me off like that,” he whispered.

“Your fear of perhaps not having enough time for me didn’t mean you had to deny us any chance either,” I countered, arching one eyebrow at him.

Relief overcame me when a smile pulled at the corner of his lips and I felt some of the tension in the room shift. “That is true, I suppose.”

His thumb gently caressed the skin of my cheek before trailing along my jaw. Harry shook his lovely head, making his slightly disheveled hair fall into his face. “And both happened despite that I loved you.”

There it was again. The buzz in the air. I moved further up to sit in a crossed legged position across from him, both of my hands still pressed flat to his chest and his eyes closed when the tips of my fingers dared finding the unbuttoned part of his shirt where his warm skin was accessible.

I hummed, a shy smile on my lips.

“You know,” I began in a whisper, “your choice of candles lets me hope there is no past tense to your feelings.”

His nose brushed my cheek and his mouth kissed my shoulder.

My voice shook as I went on: “They are, after all, the scent of the cookies I always made for you, the soap of mine you used to hate and the oil I used to massage your shoulders with when you were stressed.”

A low moan fell from his mouth at the memory and my eyes fell shut.

“And what’s the last scent for?” he asked.

My body was pushed back to lie flat on his mattress and I welcomed him with open arms who finally got to hold him tight again.

“It’s the smell of my hair,” I whispered into the shell of his ear, whimpering when his lips pressed warm kisses to the bare exposed skin of my collarbones. “My shampoo.”

“Maybe s'not in the past tense then,” Harry murmured, grunting when my legs found the familiar place around his hips, “Maybe I still love you.”

“That would be nice,” I gasped when he pressed himself closer against my skin and wanted to cry because it still wasn’t enough.

“Would it?”

“Yes,” my hold tightened, “because I’m as in love with you as I was the day I told you for the first time.”

Hope you liked it! It’s the first story I posted since being officially 19! Ahh!! Love everyone of you who reads my stories, your support means so much. Thank you.

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