the only time you open up is when we get undressed

Watch Me Babygirl

this is my gif from my personal blog btw :)

A/N: I’m a ho for highschool!bts so I began writing a series literally nobody asked for so this is part 1 of ?

Summary: Jungkook is your brother’s annoying best friend. You can’t stand him but he just can’t resist teasing you. How far will he actually go?

Warnings: language, implied sexy stuff(?), fuckboy!jungkook 

[pt.2] [pt.3] [pt.4] [pt.5] [pt.6] [pt.7] [pt.8] [pt.9]

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anonymous asked:

Simon and Jace bonding over the horror of interrupting Magnus and Alec?

this is hilarious cause you sent me this 2 weeks ago and now it’s so relevant

at first it’s just slight interruptions, because jace interrupting them doesn’t just end there. it doesn’t end after he’s apologized for killing the mood and it doesn’t end after he’s finally settled into magnus’s space. no, it of course continues and it’s horrible because he just keeps doing it. they’re finally kissing and magnus’s weight against alec is so fucking sweet up against the front door. it’s everything he’s been craving, his fingers sinking deep into the muscles around magnus’s shoulder blades. magnus is kissing him like all of that anticipation rolling under alec’s skin, all stormy, is reciprocated, mirror image. and just as alec’s lips part, a low sound thick in his throat as he slides his hands down, pressing magnus closer… someone clears their throat.

alec goes still very slowly and as he does magnus gets the hint and pulls off of him. and it takes a minute but they glance over and there’s jace, with that same perturbed look on his face. “i’ve got to…” he points towards the door. and alec feels his jaw tensing up before it actually does. magnus makes a low noise of understanding, raising his brows and pulls away to open the door, letting jace through and alec just licks his lips, reaching up to rub at his forehead, trying not to allow the annoyance rumbling through him to take hold. but it does anyway and he shoots jace a glare as his blond brother heads through the door. magnus has this look on his face like he just swallowed sour milk and alec lets out a heavy sigh before he reaches out to try and pull magnus back in.

but magnus just chuckles, taking alec’s fingers and squeezing them. “i think the mood has been sufficiently killed.”

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Candy Hearts || Bucky x Reader

Summary → A year of silently pinning over your best friend and neighbor Bucky Barnes ends happier than expected when you spend Valentine’s Day together.

Word Count → 2.9K (I’m a wordy bitch, okay?)

Warnings → Cursing, oral sex (female receiving), unprotected sex (don’t be silly, wrap your willy!). Fluff? Definitely fluff.

A/N → Happy #FreakyFriday y’all! I apologize for the delay, but I had an unplanned twelve hour work shift today. With Valentine’s Day just around the corner, I thought I’d try my hand at fluffy smut (it’s a first for me - so go easy on this fic). Other than that, enjoy!

A nervous giggle flew from your lips as you twirled on your toes to face the full-length mirror hung over the back of your bedroom door. Your usual untamed knot of hair had been brushed and curled into effortless beach waves that cascaded down your shoulders and back. You wore nothing but Bucky’s trademark, burgundy Henley, which you’d confiscated the last time you’d done laundry together. It hung loosely over your frame, hitting mid-thigh and creating an innocently sexy, ‘girl next door’ type of vibe. You undid the first few buttons of the V-neck, to show off just the right amount of cleavage. You opted for some mascara and pink chapstick, making your lips appear fuller. Thoroughly satisfied with your appearance, you exited your room and tiptoed excitedly down the hall.

Over the past eighteen months, as your friendship with Bucky had grown closer, the both of you had developed several traditions. Every Sunday you’d get together for pasta, you’d lift weights with each other three times a week, and Tuesday nights were spent on Bucky’s couch with abundant amounts of junk food while binge watching television shows. Unless there was a particularly lengthy mission for the team or some other out of the ordinary incident, neither of you ever bailed on your plans. And tonight, Valentine’s Day, was not about to be any different. You had been secretly ecstatic when Bucky double-checked you’d still be getting together for takeout and Netflix, despite the holiday.

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Sounds of You || 01

Originally posted by parkjiminer

Series: 01 || 02|| 03 || 04

○ Pairing: Jimin x Reader

○ Word Count: 5k

○ Genre: Fluff, Angst, Soulmate!Au

⤷ Description: As a young girl you dreamt of hearing the bells, the ones that signaled you had found your soulmate, the missing piece everyone was so desperate to find. After falling in love with Jimin you abandoned the search, hoping you would come to never hear the bells, preferring to continue your life with him uninterrupted. You’d soon come to learn the harshness of fate, and that it doesn’t care about your hopes, feelings, or you.

A/n: The sections in italics are flashes of the future.


          “How could you do this to me?” he asked as you met his eyes, a sob breaking through his body as he looked at you through tear filled eyes, the memories of you beginning to taint in his mind. You could almost feel the bitterness that he was starting to layer your memories with, times that were beautiful, so much more beautiful than this.

           “Jimin, please, I—

           “You said I didn’t have to worry, you said you wouldn’t leave, you said—

           “I said a lot of things I didn’t mean,” you whispered coldly, forcing your voice to be as calm as it could possibly be. If there was a time for you to be unemotional it needed to be now, for all three of your sakes.

           “Don’t…don’t lie to my face and tell me what we had wasn’t real. Don’t pretend you’ll just forget about me when I’m gone,” he cried as he took a step closer to you, extending his arm out. You backed away just as he was about to touch you, knowing that if he did you’d break, break as much as you were breaking him.  

           You fought back tears as you looked at his face for what you hoped would be the very last time, knowing that even if you tried to forget, his expression would forever be etched into your memory.

           “Goodbye, Jimin.”


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Sharing

Requested by @thing-you-do-with-that-thing​: A Misha x reader x Jensen in which the reader is Misha’s girlfriend, but has a thing for Jensen. Jensen returns the feelings, and they surprise the reader by telling her they’ve shared before.

Word Count: 2100ish

Warning: smut, threesome

A/N: Hope y’all enjoy! XOXO

Misha knows.

You tried to ignore it, and since you realized that wasn’t going to help, you’ve just been trying to hide it. But he knows.

You’ve been caught staring at Jensen one too many times, have laughed too loudly at his jokes, have let yourself text him about silly things in the middle of the night, and now Misha knows.

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Stare [M]

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader x Hoseok

Genre: smut, poly!yoonseok

Word Count: 2,627

Summary: Hoseok comes home late, but that doesn’t mean he gets to miss out on all the fun. This is a companion piece to Sweat [M

Originally posted by lariz0rd


“Do you want to watch a movie or something?” you asked, plopping down on the couch next to Yoongi.

Your boyfriend nodded, throwing his arm around your shoulder and guiding you to his lap. “What do you want to watch?” he asked as he pulled you into his arms.

“Something mindless” you quipped as you settled back into his chest.

He ran his hands through your hair, causing you to let out a soft purr. “Alright, calm down” he teased as he removed his hand from the tangles of your hair and started to flip through the movie options.

You pointed at the screen, “That one!” your voice coming out a little too excited.

Yoongi groaned, “You’re really going to make me watch this again? Haven’t you seen this like 500 times?”

“505,” you corrected as you stole the remote out of his hands and pressed play. “Kiki’s Delivery Service is the only thing that’s going to make me feel better right now.”

You felt a pinch in your back, “Or you could actually talk to your boss about what’s been going on”

“Shh, you’re talking over my favorite part” you nudge your elbow into his stomach.

“It’s the credits, Y/N” Yoongi retorted.

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Caught by the Sea

AN: AGAIN. THIS IS NSFW. This is for @illyriantremors , and I promised I’d write this for her like two weeks ago and I kept procrastinating LOL. But this ended up being SUPER FLUFFY and is based on a headcanon that Feyre and Rhysand kind of have a thing for public sex? And they did it in the Summer Court and got caught and now have to be reminded every time they visit NOT TO GO TOO CRAZY. So here’s some fluffy smut wherein Tarquin catches them having sex. Enjoy!!!

Feyre pursed her lips as she gazed at the palace of the Summer Court, something deep within her aching at the thought of being away from home for an extended period of time. She hadn’t left the Night Court for more than a few hours at a time since she’d returned from the war with Hybern, since she’d brought the Spring Court to its knees.

At least she had Rhys with her.

Not that they could do anything, she knew. Not with their relationship with Tarquin being so newly healed, so precarious. They’d been invited to the Summer Court for three days as a gesture of goodwill—three days of meetings and a parade and a festival celebrating the end of the war. She and Rhys could make it three days. She’d been able to go weeks without touching Isaac Hale. Surely, they both had enough self-control to make it three measly days.

Rhys tapped on the wall of her mind, the essence of him dragging a single finger across her barriers, knowing exactly how and where to press to beckon memories of black silk sheets and silver handcuffs into her mind. She dropped the wall immediately.

You seem on edge.

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Bts reaction to you wanting to ride their thigh Part 1

Request 1:  bts reaction to you wanting to ride their thigh? (ps im a sub so pls make them in charge) i love your blog btw

Request 2:  BTS Reaction to catching their gf touching herself while reading smut about them and her moaning their name loudly?

Request 3:  littlebravetoaster01 Heyaa ! I love your blog so much ♥ Do you take requests ? Could you do a reaction if the boys catch you touching yourself ? Pleeeeeeaaaase ~ ♥♥♥

A/n: I have a very strong thigh riding kink. Hiiii Also, I decided to mix those three requests since I got a good idea about it. *Part 2 will be up tomorrow. Hobi is with maknae line*


Part 1

Jin

He was so excited to come to your apartment and to spent some quality time with you. So when he opened the front door and heard the unmistakable whimpers of you being close to release, his heart sunk. You would never do this to him. You will never cheat on him,right? So, he put his ear on the door to your room only to hear the most beautiful thing come out of your mouth. “Jin..”

A moan of his name. And then he saw it. The phone in one of your hand and the other was playing with your pussy. Suddenly his heart raced again and slowly as he could Jin opened the door. “You will never cum like that my princess.” Shock went through your body. Jin was right in front of you. “Come sit on daddy’s thigh. No. Not in my lap on my thigh. Good girl. Did you miss me? Yes? I’m pleased with the answer. Move. Up and down. That’s it.”

Yoongi

He sure was boring. Working in the studio for hours. By now you knew every corner of the place so you decided to entertain yourself. Opening Tumblr, going straight to the Yoongi smut tag you came across a smut you haven’t read before. It was about Yoongi and a Fictional character who comes off on Yoongi’s thigh. And honestly the thought excited you. 

An idea came across your mind. Your hand went inside your panties and started teasing your own womanhood. But you couldn’t even give yourself a pleasure wihtout Yoongi at least watching. So you tried moaning his name, but even this didn’t work. He continued working as hard as before without noticing the girl on his couch pleasuring herself.

Irratated you stood up, throwing your panties somewhere across the room, moving Yoongi’s chair and sitting on his thigh. The moment you thought even that won’t work, Yoongis knee jolted creating a friction like no other. You held on his arms like his life depend on it and he smirked. “You just can’t wait even a little can you? You naughty girl. Why don’t you use your big girl moves now?”

Namjoon

Your hands were tied tightly with a ribbon. You didn’t dare to look at him. You knew you overstep the rules and with that comes punishment. But honestly, it wasn’t all that bad, what you have done. You were reading a smut about your man Kim Namjoon and before you even knew it, you jumped out of bed, undressed and put on “The chain” as Namjoon calls it. Your sex uniform. Which were nipple and clit clamps. Then all of a sudden before you were even able to touch yourself, Kim Namjoon kick-opened the door. His eyes showed that this night no mercy was going to be shown.

And we go to the same moment we stopped on. Namjoon gentely took your chin in between his long fingers and whispered. “Daddy thought of a special punishment today. One which will make you see stars baby, but you won’t be able to touch them. Sit on my thigh. Come on. Fast. Daddy will soon snap and you won’t see a release in the next two weeks. Get the clamps on your clit off, keep the ones on your masterpiece nipples. Good little princess. Come on. Hop on Daddies thigh. He’ll show you the best roller coaster ever.”


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Love, Li

Priorities (Smut - Jeep sex)

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Request: A massive amount of people wanted more car sex, so here we go. 

Word count: 3,021

Priorities (Smut – Jeep sex)

“Are you kidding me?” You whined as Shawn put the last bags of food in the trunk.

“Sorry love”

“You seriously want me to get in the back because your guitar has to be on the front seat?” You stared at him, honestly thinking he was messing with you right now.

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Saturdays Pt 2

Genre: Smut/fluff

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Warnings: SMUT straight up smut, swearing, light spanking, dirty talk, blow job, cunningilus, but mostly just vanilla sex

Word Count: 7625

Here’s my second ever smut! I’m not 100% happy with it, but I really enjoyed writing their relationship dynamic. Dedicated to @jungkxook @jungblue and @tayegi :)

Part 1

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Jungkook carried you through the entryway of your bathroom and gently placed you on the cool tiles, his strong hands firmly gripped at your hips to pull your body into his. After leaving a fleeting kiss against your temple, he leaned over the deep bathtub and twisted the knob so that steaming water was flooding the inside. He quickly turned his attention back to you and tugged at the hem of your hoodie with a quiet whine.

“Eager to see me naked?” you joked as you pulled the sweatshirt over your head.

When you emerged from underneath, you didn’t miss the way Jungkook’s eyes hungrily drank in your shirtless figure–his usually wide and innocent eyes darkening as he noticed that you hadn’t been wearing a bra. Deciding to take advantage of his piqued interest, you hooked your thumbs under the waistband of your leggings and slowly pushed them down your legs before stepping out of them and lazily kicking them in the general direction of the hamper.

Jungkook stared at you momentarily, his intense gaze almost making you self-conscious, before he groaned, low and deep, and closed the distance between you to run his chilly fingers down your spine. Goosebumps tickled your exposed flesh, only growing even more prominent when his hands found purchase on your ass. Your eyes fluttered closed for a moment at the way he was slowly kneading the muscles–his touch and the cool air hitting your skin causing your nipples to harden and grow sensitive with every subtle graze of his clothed chest against yours.

He leaned down and connected your lips in a much more urgent and feverish kiss than the one you shared in the living room just moments before.

“Yes, I am,” he nearly moaned into your mouth, his full lower lip grazing yours with every syllable. He lightly nipped at your bottom lip and ran his fingernails along the backs of your upper thighs.

“Aside from the disappointingly few nudes you blessed me with, I didn’t get to see all this,” he ran his hands up your torso until he was massaging your breasts, “for three months. I suffered without you.”

“You mean your dick suffered,” you playfully remarked, drawing a sweet chuckle from Jungkook’s chest.

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Faithfully (Bucky Rockstar AU)

Characters: reader, Bucky, OC Ava Barnes, Steve, Clint, Tony, Wanda.

Summary: Being on the road with your rockstar husband had it’s challenges. What if you found out he was unfaithful? (Avengers AU)

Warnings: babies, pregnancy, possible cheating, tiny bit of language, sex mentions, drinking, nudity, bit of angst, mostly fluff. 

Word Count: 3k (including lyrics)

Song Inspiration: Faithfully by Journey

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A/N: Oof. This idea struck me like lightning. I’ve been working on another fic but felt a little stuck. This one flowed out of me in the space of a few hours. I freaking love Journey and this story! I’ve sacrificed quite a bit of sleep to finish, so I hope it was worth it!! Please let me know your thoughts! Love you guys!! :)

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Originally posted by veronikaphoenix

Brushing your fingertip over perfect round cheeks while marveling at gorgeous long lashes and her tiny pout, you fell in love all over again. This little person had your heart. Well. A good portion of it. Speaking of your heart…

You heard rustling in the next “room” followed by the partition sliding aside. Bucky stumbled out of the bedroom, rubbing a hand over his face. His chin-length hair stuck out in ten different directions and he was clad in only a pair of boxers.

“Morning, handsome,” you greeted him with an amused smile.

He let out a groan, “What time is it?”

“Almost noon.”

“And…where are we?”

You chuckled, “Somewhere in the midwest, I think. St. Louis, maybe?”

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Devour

Originally posted by isabelle-c-r

MATURE

The room is silent, almost unnervingly so, as Yoongi trains his eyes on your face. He’s shared his thoughts with you, asked you exactly what he’d been wanting to ask for weeks, and now he’s waiting for your response. He’s not sure if he should be expecting an agreement or a refusal but he does expect there to be a barrage of questions.

“Honestly,” you sigh as you drag your fingers through your hair, “I have so many questions and I don’t even know where to start.”

Yoongi, who is doing his best to put on a calm face although his thoughts are running wild with him, nods. “Start with the first question that popped into your head. We’ll go from there.”

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Cuddlebug

Her breaths are deep and slow, letting Harry know that she is, in fact, still asleep.

When he’d gotten up this morning for an early morning recording session she’d halfheartedly (and half-unconsciously) promised him she’d be up by the time he got back. Granted, when he’d left the sun wasn’t even up, and now it’s still quite early. He hadn’t really expected her to keep her promise.

He drops his bag and steps quietly into the room. His bag makes a bit of a clunking noise but she doesn’t stir. Harry toes off his boots and smiles at the little lump of covers that is his girlfriend. He likes the nights when she stays with him because he likes having her in his bed. Likes seeing her sprawled out on his mattress, clinging to his pillows in his absence and tangled in his expensive sheets like the little cover-hog she is. He likes having her to come home to, and he definitely likes being there to wake her up in the morning.

He makes his way over to her side of the bed, although she’s lying more in the center of the bed than on her side. He smiles down at her. Her lips are parted and dry, and Harry thinks he even sees a bit of drool. (Though he’ll never tell her because she’ll die or embarrassment) Her eyebrows are furrowed slightly and the softest, tiniest snores escape from her mouth. She’s a vision, he thinks. And while he doesn’t want to wake her and disturb her slumber, he does feel the strong urge to kiss her. So he does.

He leans forward to press his lips against her forehead and allows himself to linger there for just a bit. She smells so deliciously like her, and he cannot wait for his sheets to smell like this for the next couple of nights. He pulls his lips away softly, and she stirs. A hand comes up from under the covers to rub at her nose and she shifts positions a little, but she doesn’t open her eyes. Instead, the crease between her eyebrows only deepens in a pout. She’s awake now alright.

Harry lets out a soft, breathy chuckle and reaches down to smooth her hair. “G'morning, love.”

She only lets out a grunt in response, turning to somewhat hide her face in the pillow. Harry nearly rolls his eyes at this but the smile tugging at his cheeks softens him. He knows she hates mornings more than anything in the world. “Heyyyy,” he says quietly. “Not gonna talk t'me?”

“Either get in here and cuddle me or go away,” she says, half into the pillow. And this time Harry does laugh.

But he is not one to refuse a cuddle, especially not from her. So he stands, removing his coat and beginning to undress himself. “Grumpy little thing you are.”

She doesn’t respond, she only wiggles a bit to make more room for him. As if his bed couldn’t fit the two of them plus three other people if they wanted to. (Which they don’t. She is the only other person Harry wants in his bed.)

When he’s down to his t-shirt and boxers he pads over to his side and raises the covers. It’s cold in here, he thinks. Colder than he usually makes it. But he knows she likes it cold and it gives him the perfect chance to cuddle her so really, he can’t complain.

He slides between the sheets and she turns to cuddle into his side and press a sleepy kiss into his neck without opening her eyes. He pulls the covers up around her neck and gives her a soft squeeze.

And god, is he tired. He hadn’t realized it until now, feeling her warmth and how good his bed felt. Perhaps a few more hours would do him some good.

“Did you have a nice time at the studio?” Her voice is so sleepy and soft, and half muffled by her lips against his neck, so he barely hears her.

He scratches his fingers affectionately against her back and allows himself to close his eyes. “Mm. Was nice. Got a lot done.”

She tangles her feet with his and lets out a sleepy sigh. “That’s nice.“ Her voice is far away, and he knows she’s falling asleep just as quickly as she (sort of) woke up. So he smiles.

"Reckon we can sleep a bit more, hm? You’re nice and warm. And cuddly. I like it.” She doesn’t respond, and he peeks open an eye to find her fast asleep, once again, on his chest. He smiles to himself. “I love you so much.” He kisses the top of her head, before sighing and relaxing once more.

A few more hours of sleep with her asleep on his chest…. that’s exactly what he needs.

are you drunk, mrs. lahey?

Originally posted by lovershub

a night out with the girls takes a surprising turn of events, and isaac’s not likely to deny his wife what she wants. (humor/smut)

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Good Little Angel

Word count: 2,034

Warning: smut, little bit of fluff, teasing, dom!Lucifer, sub!Lucifer

Pairing: Lucifer x Reader

Summary/Request: Thank you @curlyxtomato for your request!

Lucifer has to help the Winchesters but there is some awkwardness when Y/N realises that he is an old hook up of hers. Leads to some passionate sex and a lot of teasing and self-denial.

Originally posted by lucifersagents

“We’re working with you, not because we want to, but because we have to.” Dean sighed.

You were currently sitting beside an agitated Sam who was trying his best not to look over the table at none other than Lucifer himself.

“It’s good to see you guys too.” Lucifer grinned. You scoffed. Immediately his head spun round to see you, now trying to sink into your seat subtly. “Oh I know you love having me around Y/N. You find me irresistible.” He almost sneered at you.

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The Nanny Part 4

A/N: Hey guys! So here is chapter four. It’s a bit of a filler kinda? Idk it will make more sense next chapter. Anyways, I hope you guys like it.

Word Count: !580

Warnings: None

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

“Natasha!” you exclaimed, smacking her on the shoulder. “That’s my boss!”

Giggling, Nat started to drive. “Oh, shut up. We both know that you thought it at some point.” She said looking over at you for a moment before focusing on the road again.

Crossing your arms, you let out a defeated sigh. She wasn’t wrong. If it was different circumstances and the two of you would have met and hung out, you definitely would have been all for dating him. But the situation is how it is, which meant no dating Bucky Barnes.

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Redder (Negan x Female) [Part 2 to Red]

[READ PART 1 HERE]

Summary: She puts the lipstick away to make her boyfriend happy, but Negan needs more Red. 

Characters: Negan x Female

Word Count: 3,440

Warnings: NSFW, Smut, and Swearing

Author’s Note: ‘Red’ was so popular that I decided to turn this into a 3 part series. Thank you all so much for the positive feedback on part 1. Your comments and messages mean the world to me. 

Please let me know what you think! You can message me anytime! I LOVE feedback!

Big thank you to @ashzombie13, @flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash and @my-achilles–heel for being my beta readers!!!

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Douchebag Part Two (Anthony Ramos x Reader)

My Masterlist 

Ant’s Masterlist 

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Warnings: Sex baby lez talk about gettin freaky 

Happy Sequel Sunday! This is a collab with the wonderful and beautiful and calzone-loving @adothoe :D She’s the bomb and don’t listen to a word she says in her author note below she’s a liar 

Ant’s A/N- “hi this is ant and all the sarcastic and witty lines are from me yw”

Words- 4,485

Song- Shh–Raye

“I can’t believe you’re actually making me do this.” Anthony sighed and fisted a hand in his hair. He parked the car in a lot and got out, quickly walking up to the mall entrance.

“Look,” You jogged to catch up to him. “You promised me you’d get me a new bra. And since it’s been about a week since you so rudely ripped mine, it’s about time. How many bras do you think I own anyway?”

Anthony groaned. “I’d buy you every bra in the world if it would make you shut up.”

“Classy.”

“My job is to buy you a new bra. Not to be happy about it.”

You stepped into the entrance of the black and pink store, pausing when you realized that Anthony wasn’t following you anymore. You turned around and gave him a look.

“You’re not actually making me go in, right?”

“That depends. Would you rather me run rampant in a lingerie store with your credit card?” you teased.

“Alright fine. I’m coming.”

“You act like it’s a punishment, Ramos,” you said when he caught up with you. “Here’s an entire store filled with beautiful women trying on cute underwear.” You hit his chest and grinned at him. “Make the most of it.”

Leaving him in the middle of the store, you made your way to the demi bra display. You looked through the drawers to find your size, weighing each color and pattern.

“These aren’t very sexy.”

You didn’t look up from your perusal. “The main function of a bra is to hold your tatas up, not to look nice.”

“I liked the one you were wearing in the supply closet.”

You looked up at him. Your pulse picked up slightly as his words brought memories to the surface of your mind, but you quickly tried to hide it. “Fine, Ramos, what would you pick?”

Smirking, he immediately made his way to the lingerie section. Rolling your eyes, you followed.

Anthony picked up several different bras that left very little to the imagination. He handed them to you. “How about these?”

“How do you know my size?”

“I figured if you were gonna make me buy you a new bra, I’d better know which ones would fit. So, I went back to the supply closet and found the size on that bra. Why are there numbers and letters?”

“It’s just…nevermind. Ask the hot size lady to explain it to you.”

“So….are you gonna try these or what?”

You looked down at what was essentially a pile of lace pooled in your hand. “I guess if you’re the one buying it,” you mumbled. You walked over to a sales lady and she showed you to a fitting room but stopped Anthony before he could walk in with you.

“You can wait for your girlfriend on the couch over there.”

“What? She’s not my…fine.”

You walked into the room you were directed to. The lady asked if you needed help but you said you were fine.

Once safely locked inside, you stripped off your shirt and current bra. You tried on a few of the ones Anthony had picked out. They were nice, but you still felt unsure. You looked at yourself through different angles in the mirror, trying to decide if it even looked normal on you. It seemed so fancy; what if you got far with someone and it looked like you were trying too hard? Did it make your back look weird? You encountered the same issue with every bra, and by the time you got to the last one, a low cut, nude bra with navy blue lace running over it, you were on the fence and feeling more than a little insecure.

“Hey Ant?” you asked tentatively. No response. “Ramos?” you said a bit louder.

“Yeah?”

“You’re a guy right?”

You could barely hear a sigh of disappointment. “Yeah Y/N….I’m pretty sure you know I’m a guy.”

You pursed your lips. “I just…” You cracked the door of the dressing room open slightly, peeking only your head out. “I need your opinion,” you whispered. You looked around for the sales woman.

“What?” Anthony stood off the couch and slid his phone into his back pocket. You motioned for him to come over.  “What do you need?”

“I…can you just-” you sighed and grabbed him by the middle of his shirt, pulling him into the room with you.  You locked the door and leaned against it. Knowing Anthony was standing behind you, watching with careful eyes, you felt your body start to heat up. You took a deep breath and turned around to face him. “Does this look okay? Like is it…hot?”

Anthony stared at you for what felt like forever. You couldn’t read his expression, but his mouth hung open slightly.  “Ant?” you asked meekly. You felt the desperate need to cover up and wrapped your arms around your stomach.

Anthony cleared his throat. “It’s um, it’s good.”

“Are you sure?” you looked down at yourself.

“Trust me. You wanted a guy’s opinion and I’m giving it. You look really, really sexy right now.” he said breathlessly.

“Do I actually?” You walked past him and looked in the mirror.

“Yeah, I uh…yeah.”

You smirked and turned around to face him. “Is the great Anthony Ramos having some issues right now?” you teased.

“Yeah, actually.”

You were slightly taken aback by his response. “Dude, I was kidding.”  You walked over and reached up to pull a hair off his shirt. He grabbed your wrist quickly.

“I’m not.” Your eyes widened slightly, and your heart started to hammer. “And you’re moving into seriously dangerous territory right now.”

“Honestly, Ramos. You’re not scary at all. You’re a teddy bear.”

He stepped closer to you and you were suddenly very aware that you were half naked. “Was I a teddy bear when I fucked you against a wall?”

“You didn’t fuck me against a wall, you fucked me on a couch in your dressing room.”

He smirked. “The intention was there.”

You pressed against him. “But your dick wasn’t.”

“You know what’s better than fucking you against a wall?”

You sighed. “I don’t know, Ramos. What?” He grabbed your biceps and pushed you until you felt cool glass hit your back.

“Fucking you against a mirror.” He dipped his head down and started to kiss your neck. You let out a shaky breath and put your hand through his hair, arching into him.

“Ant?” Your voice was small and shaky. “Here?”

He smirked against your skin. “Sounds kinda fun, doesn’t it?”

“It sounds, um, risky.” You swallowed hard.

“Let me get this straight, you’ll fuck in your place of work but not in a Victoria’s Secret?”

You rolled your eyes and pushed him away. “Pro tip, Ramos. If you wanna have sex with a girl, maybe you should be nice to her.”

“I’ve never been nice to you and that didn’t stop you before.”

You smiled widely. “Thanks for admitting that you’re a total asshole.” Anthony rolled his eyes. “You know I don’t need to stay here. I can walk home.” You reached back and started to unhook the bra. You paused before pulling it off.

“If you’re waiting for me to ask you to stop taking your clothes off, you’re bra shopping with the wrong guy.”

You took the bra off and shoved it against his chest. “Go pay for this, douchebag,” you said, raising your eyebrows at how he obviously moved his gaze to your bare chest.

Anthony smirked and grabbed the bra. “Sure thing, princess.”

You sighed and fell back against the door. What was that about? The first time had been in the heat of the moment, maybe a mistake even, but this was calculated. He wanted you, and part of you hated to admit it, but you knew that you wanted him too. It was something in the way he kissed you. It made your knees go weak.

You quickly got dressed and walked out to see him waiting for you.

“That’s a big bag for one bra, Ramos.”

“I picked up a few things on my way out.” You moved to take the bag from him but he pulled back before you could. “Know the meaning of the word surprise?”

“You say that like you’re going to see me in these.” You reached for the bag again.

“I fully intend to, princess.” You crossed your arms and glared at him. “Don’t get pouty.” he teased. “Come on let’s go.”

“I can’t believe you’re making me do this.”

“I bought them, you model. It’s an easy deal.”

“Can’t get girls to undress for you by yourself, Ramos,” you teased.

“I think we both know what I can do to a girl. Right, Y/L/N?”

“Whatever. It was just work stress. And it happened one time so you can’t keep bringing it up like it meant something.”

“It meant that no matter what you say, you think I’m attractive, and that’s all that matters.”

“Well I could say the same for you Mister ‘Parade-around-in-your-underwear-for-me.’”

“Hey, I never denied thinking you’re hot. I just said you’re bossy and annoying and sooo uptight and-”

“Yeah we get it!” You snapped. You could hear Anthony laughing, but you were too distracted looking at yourself in the mirror. He had chosen a black lacy bra with a sheer corset hanging down, complete with matching lace panties and garter hook to attach to the black stockings. It was…intense, but you didn’t hate it.

“Relax, Y/L/N. You really need to unwind.” His mouth dropped open when you walked out of his bedroom wearing the complicated piece of lingerie.

“I really don’t think this counts as a bra, Ramos.”

He regained his composure and smirked at you. “It holds the tatas up, doesn’t it?”

You frowned and crossed your arms over your chest. “Don’t use my words against me.”

“You know, there’s one way that it wouldn’t count as a bra.”

“What’s that?”

“If you took it off.” You rolled your eyes at him but he grinned and shrugged his shoulders. “It wouldn’t be holding up the tatas anymore, would it? In fact, I can think of something much better to hold them.”

“Oh really?”

“Oh yes.” He wiggled his fingers at you.

“You’re insufferable.”

“You’re not complaining.”

You leaned against his doorframe and smiled. “You know it really is amazing how much I seem to turn you on, Ramos.”

“Is it a crime to get a boner by looking at an attractive woman in lingerie?”

“If it was, you’d have to be punished.”

“Really?” Anthony raised an eyebrow at you. Your eyes widened in horror.

“No! Not like-that’s it I’m leaving.” You went back into the bedroom to change.

“Suit yourself but I was ready to have some fun.”  You rolled your eyes and didn’t respond, opting to pull your pants and shirt on instead. “C’mon Y/N.” You sighed at the way he said your name, your first name. “It’s been a week since it happened and we haven’t talked about it outside of the jokes everyone makes.” His voice was uncharacteristically soft and you could tell he was leaning against the door.

“There’s nothing to talk about.” You pulled the door open and he stood up quickly, looking over your now clothed figure. You grabbed your jacket and purse off his table. “It was a mistake. We were stressed. It’s not gonna happen again, and it didn’t mean anything.” You said firmly. Anthony’s eyes met yours briefly before they darted to the ground. “Consider it talked about.” You moved towards his door.

“Wait! Let me take you back.” Anthony grabbed the edge of the door.

You narrowed your eyes at him. “It’s New York City, Ramos. I’ll catch a cab.”  You tried to pull the door open further but he stopped you again.

“Just let me be nice, Y/L/N.”

You searched his eyes for an ulterior motive, but he seemed to be, for once in his life, serious. So you let him drive you home.


Two show days were becoming your worst nightmare. Not only did they take up the entire day so that there was no possibility of getting anything else done, but you spent the entire day with Anthony. You had been avoiding him semi-successfully since your modeling career had abruptly ended, but you two were co-workers and it was getting harder and harder to avoid run-ins with him, especially when the rest of the cast was always speculating about your lives.

“So they’re not together,” you heard Pippa ask Renee in a stage whisper.

Renee shook her head. “They were finally starting to get along too.”

“I think it’s only a matter of time,” said the third Schuyler sister. “Do you see the way he looks at her?”

The girls shuffled away to take their marks for A Winter’s Ball and you sighed, thinking about what they said. Did he really look at you a certain way?

As if your thoughts of him conjured him up, Anthony brushed past you to make his way to the stage, not apologizing in the slightest, and hey-ing across the stage with Lin and Leslie.

You clenched your fists and took a deep breath, trying not to lose it. Maybe it was an honest mistake.

But it was Anthony. It was never an honest mistake with him.

Jon witnessed your anger and started to snicker lightly. You glared at him and he held his hands up innocently. You huffed and sat down on the stairs. You just wanted to go home. Two show days really were the worst.

You put your head between your hands. Everything was just so confusing. You went from hating him, to sleeping with him, to some weird and awkward friendship, and apparently back to hating him again all in one month. You preferred it back when he was nothing more to you than an annoying bug buzzing in your ear, but somehow everything felt bigger than that now.

“Maybe you should just fuck him again. Seemed to work last time.”

You sighed and rubbed your face. “Or I could quit and not have to deal with him ever again.”

Anthony chose that fantastic moment to come back from the stage, waiting for his Helpless cue. “You’re quitting?” You couldn’t read his face.

“I never said-”

“Wow, Y/N. That seems like something you’d tell your friends.”

You crossed your arms. “Oh, I’m sorry, Ramos. I wasn’t aware we were friends.”

He glared at you then looked back at the stage. It was time for him to go back. “Whatever. I have to go.”

And he did, without looking back.


You were on edge for the rest of the night. You were stuck in a limbo between wanting to scream and punch and wall and wanting to sit down and just give up. You couldn’t understand how Ramos had such an effect on you. He was pissed at you, so what? It wasn’t the first time. You couldn’t figure out why, though. As far as you were concerned he was the one who decided to act like a dick out of nowhere again. You had been trying to reach him somehow but no matter what things were tense and awkward, and you were convinced that had to be his fault.

You were packing up your things after the show when he came up to you again. You thought it was Alex Lacamoire coming to ask you about a tech problem again. “Alex, I’m really tired. Can we talk about the orchestra thing tomorrow?”

“Not Alex.”

You turned around and sighed again when you saw him. Crossing your arms, you stared at him tiredly. “What do you want, Ramos?”

“You’re actually quitting.” His voice sincere, but there was still an edge to it.

“I told you. I never said I was quitting. I was just having a conversation when you decided to come in and twist things,” you said defensively.

He smirked. A calm, over-confident, Ramos type smirk. “Hostile.”

“I can’t deal with this right now.” You turned back around and stuffed your phone charger in your purse. “I think you should leave.”

“I like how you think you can tell me what to do,” he said. You refused to respond. You weren’t gonna give him the satisfaction. “I’m not gonna leave.”

“Why not?”

“Because I have to talk to you, and it would be decent of you to listen.” You faced him. He didn’t look like he was kidding.

“Fine.” You leaned against the table your purse and coat were sitting on and stared him down. “Speak.”

“I’m not a dog, Y/L/N.”

“Maybe not in the physical definition,” you mumbled under your breath.

“Hey, at least I’m not a bitch,” he shot back.

You slammed your hands on the table behind you. “You said you had something to tell me. So tell me and then just leave.” You were starting to shake.

“I just wanna know why the fuck you’ve been little Miss Heartless and acting like I stepped on your pet or something. Why are you avoiding me like the plague? What did I do?”

Your brow creased. That was not what you were expecting. “I’m not avoiding you.”

“Bullshit. You’ve barely spoken to me in weeks.”

“Didn’t seem to bother you two months ago. You need to stop pretending, Ramos.” He scoffed and rolled his eyes. “Don’t give me that!” you cut him off before he could speak. “You are pretending and you know it! You keep acting there’s something between us, and there’s not! So we fucked one time and we had to deal with that! Whatever! It doesn’t change anything! Doesn’t change that you hate me and that I-” Words caught in your throat. You felt like you were choking. You- you what? What could you say?

He raised his eyebrows expectantly, but you couldn’t say that you hated him. It just wasn’t true anymore. “And I just really can’t work with you so…so yeah maybe quitting isn’t the worst idea.”  

“No.”

You frowned. “I’m sorry? Who are you to tell me what I’m doing with my life?”

“I said no! You’re way too fucking good at your job to quit because of me-”

“I don’t care! You can’t tell me what to do!”

Anthony crossed the room. “You can’t quit, okay! I can’t…you..you just can’t-” You stared up at him while he fumbled for words. Something ignited inside you. You grabbed his shirt and pulled him forward, reaching up to attach your lips to his in a heated kiss.


Anthony made a noise of surprise, but it didn’t take him long to respond. He pressed a hand roughly against the small of your back, forcing you to arch into his chest. Everything was starting to click. You didn’t care about figuring stuff out anymore you just needed his hands on you this whole time. You tipped your head back and opened your mouth slightly, letting his tongue slip in. The hand that wasn’t holding you moved to tangle in your hair, which he tugged on lightly. A small sound escaped your lips. He smiled. You practically feel the awkwardness of the past weeks melting off your shoulders.

Anthony backed up until your thighs pressed against the edge of the table. You sat on it and wrapped your legs around his waist. He tugged your hair again, forcing you to throw your head back. He started to kiss your neck, and you bit your lip.

You moaned and the sound prompted him to suck on your neck as one of his hands reached between you to unzip your jeans.

“Fuck…” you whispered.

“I know.”

“Are we really?”

“I think so.”

“Okay.”

“Here?”

“We did it before-”

“In a dressing room-”

“No one is here, Ramos.”

Anthony started to pull down your jeans. The second they were off, he smirked.

“What?”

“So you did like the present.”

You looked down at your bare legs and saw that today you’d decided to wear one of the extra things Anthony had bought you. A nice little pair of lacy panties.

“If you rip them I’ll kill you.”

“I promise to be gentle.” he said teasingly, leaning down to kiss you again.

“Fuck that. I want you to rail me. Just don’t ruin my clothes.” His eyes widened and you ripped open his shirt, grinning at him. “An eye for an eye?”

Anthony surged forward, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you to the edge of the table to press his erection against you.

You smiled as you kissed him, and leaned back so Anthony could tower over you. You pushed his shirt down off his shoulders, and he shrugged it off the rest of the way. He pulled away and you lifted your arms up so he could take your own shirt off. Anthony started to reach his hands towards you again but you stopped him.

You reached around your back and unhooked your bra yourself, throwing it over his shoulder onto the floor. “I don’t trust you, sorry.”

“Fine by me,” he mumbled and started sucking on the soft skin of your breast. You moaned and threaded your fingers through his curls, pulling softly.

Anthony pulled you off the table and you stumbled slightly as he pulled the lace panties down gently. You helped him out by pulling down his boxers and he immediately placed you back on the table, sliding into you all the way.

“God dammit!” Your body froze for a second with shock, but you quickly adjusted.

“You told me not to be gentle.”

You caught your breath. “I…did…”

“Then shut up.” Anthony started to thrust roughly into you. You gripped tightly onto his shoulders, digging your nails into his skin.

“Douchebag,” you moaned into his neck.

“Bitch,” he moaned back.

You tried to come up with a response, but your mind was starting to go blank as the feelings in your body took over. Anthony pounded into you, the table banging against the wall loudly in the empty theatre. You pulled his hair to bring his mouth back to yours and slid a hand down his chest to rest between you as you massaged his balls.

Anthony groaned and caressed his hand over your face. His fingers came to rest on your lips and you sucked them lightly, making direct eye contact with him. Anthony’s eyes glinted mischievously. He brought his now wet fingers from your mouth down to you clit and started to rub there while he thrust into you.

You moaned and arched your back, pressing your chest against his. You kissed him and pulled on his hair and he moaned into your mouth, all the stimulation making him come.

He hung his head and panted heavily into your neck. When he caught his breath, he stood up and pulled out of you gently.

“Are you serious?” you asked. “Already?”

“I’m sorry, I…you were…”

“Whatever, I’m not mad,” you said, obviously a little ticked off.

Anthony ran and hand through his hair, still breathing heavily. You had to admit that you liked the look of it, but you were feeling unsatisfied. “What?” he asked, “You thought I was gonna leave you hanging?”

“You’re not exactly a gentleman, Ramos.”

“You don’t think so?” He put his hands on his hips.

You scoffed and sat up completely, “No, I don’t.”

“Really?” He walked towards you and stood between your legs, running his hand up and down your bare thigh. You crossed your arms and shook your head. Anthony moved his hand from your thigh to in between your legs. He ran his middle finger over your slit. “I’m sorry you feel that way, Y/L/N.”

You let out a shaky breath and gripped the edge of the table. He smirked and started to kiss your chest simultaneously sliding his finger inside of you. You whimpered and pushed yourself against him. Anthony slowly moved down onto his knees and you closed your eyes in anticipation.

You felt small licks on the area around your clit and you moaned, pulling his hair to remind him not to be a tease. You could feel his lips pull into a smile and then instantly attach to your clit where he circled his tongue. He curled his finger inside of you, drawing several moans from your mouth.

You gasped when he added another finger and fisted his hair tightly. Anthony added a third finger and started to move them faster. Your toes started to curl, and you thought you were about to fall off the table.

“Fuck- Ant!”

He sucked on your clit, curling each of his fingers simultaneously. Your legs started to shake uncontrollably. Your breath caught in your throat and you felt your whole body tense for a moment before releasing.


You took several deep breaths and all but collapsed back onto the table. Anthony stood and grinned at you. “See? I can play nice.”

You rolled your eyes. “Yeah don’t get too confident. You still came in like 0.3 seconds.”

“I’m a guy. It happens.”

“To thirteen-year-olds masturbating for the first time-”

“You’re so-” Anthony held his hands up and sighed. “We are literally about to kill each other the second we’re done having sex. What’s wrong with us?” he said while pulling his boxers back on. You could tell why he was trying to cover up so quickly, and you almost laughed at how easy it was to turn him on.

“We don’t have to stop having sex,” you offered.

Anthony turned around and locked eyes with you. “Are you being serious?”

You shrugged, not making any move to get dressed. “We’re single. Obviously attracted to one another. It works.”

Anthony’s eyes roamed over your body. “I’m not against the idea.”

You smiled. “Why not? At the very least it’ll keep us from tearing each other’s throats out. At least in public…”

He nodded. “And you won’t quit?”

“I was kidding. You never gave me a chance to explain.”

“Sooo… friends with benefits?” He looked up at you.

“I still wouldn’t call us friends but yeah the benefits part works.”

Anthony rolled his eyes and piled your clothes next to you on the table. “Get dressed, then. We’re going back to my place.”

You stood and nodded. “I’ll meet you outside.” He took one last look over your figure before leaving the room.

You got dressed quickly and rushed down the stairs. Anthony was waiting by the door of the theater. “Ready?” he asked. You nodded and walked out of the theatre. Anthony caught up with you, and took your hand in his as you both walked out into the cool night air.

Yes - A Harry Styles One Shot

**Almost 6,400 words! Enjoy!! :) 

You placed the cap back on your red lipstick and put in your makeup bag. You gave yourself another look over in the mirror and took a deep breath. You had no clue as to what the night might bring, all you knew was that you were going to be seeing someone that you had seen in a really long time. 

Not that you didn’t want to see them, it was just that you were on tour and they were working on their own thing, so there wasn’t really time to see one another. 

And that was always the problem. Well, one of the problems. See, you had been in love with someone for years, but there was always shit getting in the way preventing the two of you from being together. 

It’s not like you hadn’t tried, it’s just that all those tries failed. Eventually, you two just decided to be friends because it just wasn’t meant to be anything more. 

Or so you thought. 

**

Harry paced backstage of Saturday Night Live. He had so many emotions going through his mind at that moment. He was both nervous and excited, and not just because of the show or his performance. But because he had invited you to come. 

When he reached out to you about coming to see him in New York, he was worried that you wouldn’t come. He was always worried that maybe, you were with someone else. 

Harry never moved on from you. His heart still ached for you. He wished things in the past were different, but he couldn’t go back and change them, but he could hope for a better future. 

By working on his solo material, Harry realized that if he really wanted something, he needed to go for it and make it happen. He couldn’t just sit around and wait for it to come because there was always a chance it wouldn’t. 

“How are you feeling about tonight?” Jeff asked while Harry was getting his hair done. 

“I’m alright,” he said from the makeup chair. “I’m just ready to get out there.” 

“Is Y/N coming?” He asked. 

Harry looked over at him when he said your name. “Yeah, she is. She has a show tomorrow night at MSG, so she’s in town and said she would come.” 

“Do you think anything is going to happen between the two of you or are you  strictly going to be friends?” Jeff smirked. 

Harry sighed. He had no clue. Looking back at all of your meetings in the past, things usually ended up in either your bed or his. It was hard not to, when you two who wanted to be together, hardly ever could. But tonight, was the first night in ages that you two had seen or even spoken really. And the last time was the two of you saying to just be friends. 

All Harry did know was that he couldn’t wait to see you and that maybe there was some hope that you two could find a way to be together. 

**

When your car arrived at the studio, you were shown to your seat and you noticed a familiar face. It was Nick, one of Harry’s best friends from London, plus you had been on Nick’s radio show plenty of times. 

“Oi, look at little miss Y/N,” he smirked walking over to you and giving you a hug. “How have you been? How’s tour going?” 

You laughed. “It’s going well, but I’m exhausted. I’ve been on this tour for over a year.” 

“Damn, it has been that long hasn’t it?” he asked. 

“Yeah, it has. I’m honestly ready to just take like a month long vacation,” you laughed. 

“Can I come with? I can just pre-record a shit ton of morning shows for my time slot,” he joked. 

“Sure, I could use some company,” you laughed. 

“I’m sure Harry would take you up on that offer,” he smirked. 

“Um… Maybe,” you coughed. 

“So, what’s going on with you two anyway?” He asked. 

“Nothing. We haven’t even seen each other since last year,” you said. “Since before I went on tour, actually.” 

“Well, he must want something to go on between you two, I mean why else would he invite you here. This is a huge night for him,” he said. 

“I know that, but…” you sighed. 

“He really likes you know, no scratch that,” he said. “He fucking loves you. He always has, he gutted him when you two decided to break it off permanently.” 

“That was over a year ago, Nick. I’m sure he’s moved on…” you sighed. 

“Y/N, I’m his best friend and trust me when I say, he hasn’t,” he whispered. “And I’m pretty sure there’s no moving on from the one you know deep inside your heart that you’re meant to be with.” 

You sighed leaning back in your seat. You couldn’t respond to Nick’s statement because the producers let out the signal that the show was about to start. 

**

The first major skit of the night was up next and they had set it up like a Family Feud episode. You weren’t sure how many skits, if any, that Harry was even in. The actors came out onto the stage and you squinted a little when you noticed one of the guys that walked out. 

“Is that-” you said pointing to the guy standing next to Jimmy Fallon. “Is that Harry?” 

“The one and only,” Nick joked. 

“Oh my god,” you laughed. “He almost doesn’t look like himself and actually looks like Mick Jagger,” 

“Yeah, I think he took the comparisons a little far,” he laughed. 

When the skit finally started, you were crying you were laughing so hard. It was a commercial break, so you took out your phone and decided to take some selfies with Nick. 

“Can I put you on me snap chat?” he asked. 

“Sure,” you laughed. “What filter should we use?” 

“The bunny one,” he said quickly. 

You laughed and took a few pictures with him. The show came back on and it was time for Harry to perform his song for the first time. You had heard the song plenty of times over the last week, not only on the radio, but you had it on your iTunes and you were streaming it. 

You really loved the song and you couldn’t wait to hear it, along with the rest of the world. 

When Harry started singing, you found yourself smiling. You were so proud of him and watching him do what he loved, and performing a song that meant a lot to him, was amazing. 

The rest of show was great and at the end when everyone came on stage for the goodnight and applause, you stood up next to Nick and you both started jumping around and cheering. 

Harry had looked over in the direction of the noise and laughed when he saw Nick and blushed a bit with a smile when he saw you standing there too. 

**

After the show, you and Nick went backstage. And while Nick was practically running with excitement to see his best friend, you were feeling really nervous. Your mouth was dry and your hands were a bit sweaty. 

Nick didn’t even bother knocking on the door, he just went straight on inside. He practically pulled you through the door and you laughed. 

“Mate, you did great!” Nick said. “Oh, and Y/N’s here,” he said pushing you in front of him. 

Harry had been in the middle of changing. He was in a different pair of trousers and his new shirt was in his hands. A lot had changed since you last seen him, and it was just a few new tattoos and a haircut. 

Harry looked over at you and smiled. “You came,” he said. 

“I did,” you nodded. “Nick’s right, you did amazing. I’m really proud of you.” 

“Thank you,” He said. “You uh… you look great,” 

“Thanks,” you smiled tucking a loose hair behind your ear. 

You weren’t sure what happened, but someone how all the people that were in the room when you arrived had slipped out leaving just you and Harry. 

“Do you have any plans tonight? Or morning, technically?” He laughed. 

You shrugged. “I was just going to go back to my hotel.” 

“Would you want to come to the after party with me?” He asked. 

“Um, sure. I’d like that,” you smiled. “I’ve been to a few share of SNL after-parties, they’re always memorable.” you joked. 

“Oh, so you don’t want to go for me?” He asked with a smirk. 

“Well, I mean, maybe a little,” you shrugged.

He laughed. “I’ve really missed you,” he said. 

“I’ve missed you too,” you said. 

**

When you got to the after-party, Harry had to make some rounds to meet with some people, so you decided to go to the bar and get a drink. 

You knew a few people at the party, so you were talking to them for most of the time. It was getting late and you weren’t sure where Harry had gone. You sighed deciding that it was better if you just went back to your hotel. You grabbed your bag and headed towards the door. 

You saw Nick hanging with Jeff and some other friends, so you went over to him. 

“Hey, um, I couldn’t find Harry, so if you could just tell him that I had to leave,” you said. 

“Are you sure?” Nick asked. 

“Yeah, I have a show later today,” you said. 

“Okay, it was great catching up with you tonight,” Nick smiled hugging you. 

You nodded and pulled away before heading out the door. You got into the car and they took you to your hotel. You got up to your room and quickly took off your heels. You sighed rubbing your feet when you sat on the bed. 

You were exhausted. All you wanted to do was just crawl into bed and sleep until the show tomorrow. You got undressed and climbed under the blankets. You were just about to fall asleep when you heard a knock on your door. You groaned and got up putting on your robe and walking to the door. You stood on your tip-toes to look through the peephole and you saw Harry standing there. 

You unlocked the door and opened it. “Hey, what are you-”

“Y/N! I’m so fucking sorry. I didn’t mean to just leave you like that. I had only planned to talk to a few people, but then when I went to go back over to you, I kept getting stopped. Then when I finally was able to get away, Nick told me you left,” he sighed. 

“Harry it’s okay. Tonight’s your night. I wanted to stay, but it was late, so I came back to my hotel,” you shrugged. “You don’t have to apologize for it.” 

“Yes I do,” he nodded. “I invited you and didn’t even spend time with you.” 

“You had more important people to talk to, it’s okay,” you said. 

“No one is more important than you,” he whispered looking into your eyes. 

You felt your cheeks turning red and you were thankful for the dimmed lighting in the hallway. 

“Look, inviting you tonight wasn’t just about SNL or me performing for the first time,” he said. “I wanted to talk to you, really talk to you.” 

“About what?” you asked. 

“Everything,” he whispered. “And now, I’ve gone and fucked everything up because it’s late and you’re tired. You have a show later today and then I leave tomorrow and you’re still on tour, there’s just no fucking time to do anything.” 

You could tell he was really upset with him and you knew that knowing he wanted to talk to you about something was going to keep you up, so you didn’t care how late it was anymore. 

“Hey,” you said taking his hand. “We can talk now. I don’t mind. I’ll be fine, we don’t have anything planned during the day, so I can catch up on my sleep, then.” 

“Are you sure?” he sighed. 

“Yes, now come in.” you said pulling him inside. 

You shut the door behind you two and then you followed him over to the bed and sat down. 

“So, what did you want to talk about,” you said playing with the tie on your robe. 

“I meant what I said earlier tonight, I’ve missed you,” he whispered. “And I know that we agreed to just move on and be friends, but that obviously didn’t happen. We’ve gone over a year without really talking and I hate it.” 

“I know, there were plenty of times I wanted to call you, but I didn’t,” you sighed. 

“I did the same thing,” he said. “And looking back now, I really wished that I had because maybe we wouldn’t have missed out on so much time together.” 

“As friends you mean?” you asked. 

“As friends… as something more,” he whispered. 

“We’ve been down that road before Harry,” you sighed. “We get together and everything’s fine for a few weeks maybe months, but then shit happens and we end it before it even really began. That’s why we agreed the last time would be the last time.” 

“I know…” he whispered. “But I haven’t been able to move on from you and I don’t want too. I love you, Y/N. I’m in love with you, I have been since I was 19, when we first got together. Things were crazy then and we were too young all those times, so we just ran away because we didn’t want to face it. But I want you and I’m ready to face whatever shit comes our way. I don’t want to look back twenty years from now and wonder what if you were the one who got away.” 

You bit your lip as you looked down. “Do you have any idea on how much I want to say yes because I haven’t moved on either and I’m in love with you too, but I don’t know if that’s the best thing for us.” 

“Why not?” he said. “We both love each other and want to be together, shouldn’t that be enough?” 

“It was never enough back then,” you pointed out. 

He sighed taking your hand in his. “But that’s the thing, this time will be different because of our past. We can learn from our mistakes,” he said. 

“But what if it doesn’t work out. I mean what if we’re different people, it has been a year since we’ve talked…and we’re still in the public eye,” you sighed. 

“But what if it does work out. What if we give this one more try and we’re together forever,” he whispered taking your face in his hands. “Isn’t our happiness and being together worth the risk?” 

You looked his eyes, something that you had dreamed about doing for so long. 

“Yes,” you nodded. “Being with you is worth every risk.” 

“So, does this mean…” he whispered. 

You nodded. “It means that we’re together again,” you smiled. 

Harry’s smiled so widely that his dimples were showing. “Can I kiss you?” 

“You better, I’ve only been waiting all night for you to do it,” you laughed. 

Harry laughed and pulled you onto his lap. He wrapped his arms around your waist and leaned in to kiss your lips. As soon as your lips touched, every memory from your past together, every previous touch, everything you’ve ever felt for him came rushing back. 

Even though you had just been exhausted an hour ago, you were wide awake now. It didn’t take long for the kiss to deepen and for you to wrap your legs around his waist. His hands had moved from their place on your hips, down to your bare legs. He pulled away from your lips and moved down to your neck. You tilted your head to the side. 

“Tell me if you want me to stop,” he whispered. 

“No,” you said. “It’s okay. It’s been long enough, I don’t want to wait anymore.” 

Harry pulled away from your neck and looked at you. “Are you sure?” he said. “I didn’t… I didn’t come here for that.” 

You put your hands on both sides of his face. “I’m sure. I love you. I’m in love with you. We’re back together and I want you. I want to feel you and be with you. Like you said earlier, I have to leave in a few days, and we don’t know when the next time we might be physically together. But I mean, if you don’t want to…” you said. 

“No, I do. Trust me,” he said. “I just, I don’t have a condom with me.” 

“It’s okay. I’m still on the pill and I haven’t slept with anyone… since well…you,” you admitted. 

“Me either,” he whispered. “I’ll admit there were times I thought about it and I had the chance, but It felt wrong, so I never did.” 

“Then we both could really use this…” you smirked. 

“Yes, we can,” he smirked pulling you back in for a kiss. 

You wrapped your arms around his neck and he brought you closer. The tie around your robe was becoming undone as the two of you continued to kiss and touch it other. 

“Let’s see what’s under here yeah? It’s been a while,” he smirked looking up at you as he untied it. He pushed the two sides of the robe apart and down your shoulders, revealing you wearing nothing a small pair of underwear. He cocked his eyebrow as he looked at you. 

You blushed. “I told you I was about to go to bed,” you defended. 

“Fuck, if I had known you weren’t wearing anything under that, except for these,” he smirked putting his finger in the band around your waist. 

You laughed. “What would you had done?” 

“I probably would have kissed you sooner,” he smirked. 

You laughed and unbuttoned his shirt. “It’s only fair,” you smirked pushing it down his shoulders. 

You leaned back in to kiss him as you ran your hands over his chest and shoulders. It didn’t take long before he flipped you over onto your back. You laughed pulling him back down for a kiss. 

“I wanna take this slow,” he whispered. “I just want to savor every fucking moment,” he said as he kissed down your neck and chest. 

He kissed down your stomach and kissed down your legs as he took off the remaining clothing that covered your body. He stood up at the end of the bed and undressed before joining you under the blanket. You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him. 

He smiled into the kiss as he ran his hands up and down your sides before moving them down your legs. You gasped as you felt his fingers working on you. 

You could see the smirk on his face and you rolled your eyes. You felt the wave of pleasure come over you as your breath quickened and you couldn’t keep yourself from being a bit vocal. 

Once you were down from your high, he looked down at you. “Ready?” he whispered. 

You nodded. He smiled and slowly pushed into to you. You both laid there for a bit without moving, just enjoying that moment. Soon, he started moving at the slowest place and you matched him beat for beat. 

He put his forehead on yours and you two looked into each other’s eyes as you moved together. “I love you,” he whispered. 

“And I love you,” you smiled. 

You didn’t know how long it had been when you both finally reached your edge. Harry rolled off of you before laying next to you. He wrapped his arms around you and you cuddled up with him. Both of you were trying to catch your breath and were covered in sweat. 

He kissed your head as he ran his hand up and down your back. 

“Will you come to my show?” you asked. “I can put you and your friends on the list.”

He smiled. “Of course, I’ll come.” 

“Good,” you smiled. 

“I’ve missed coming to your shows,” he admitted. 

“You still could have gone,” you said poking his nose. 

He laughed. “I know, but I was afraid it would have been too hard.” 

“I know what you mean. I was nervous about last night, seeing you for the first time in a while,” you whispered. 

“Thank you for coming, not only because we were able to talk, but because it meant a lot to me for you to be there,” he whispered. 

“You’re welcome,” you smiled. 

He kissed you quickly. “You should probably get some sleep,” 

“You’re gonna stay right?” you whispered. 

“I’m not going anywhere,” he smiled. 

**

Later that morning, when the sun was up, you woke up to Harry, not in the bed. You pouted confused looking around. His clothes were still there, so he hadn’t left. You then heard the shower turn on. You smirked to yourself and after waiting a little bit, you walked into the bathroom and joined him in the shower. 

“Did I wake you?” he said putting his hands on yours when you wrapped them around his waist. 

“No,” you said. “I woke up on my own and saw you weren’t in bed, then I heard the shower.” 

“I forgot I was supposed to have breakfast with my friends,” he said. “We were gonna do some shopping and stuff.” 

“Ahh,” you said. 

“I would love for you to come, but I know you have your show tonight,” he said turning around to face you. 

“Yeah, I’m probably going to take a bit of nap after I eat something,” you said. 

He smiled. “But I’ll see you at the show tonight.” 

“I know, I know, but I don’t want you to go,” you pouted looking up at him. 

“Trust me, if I was a shit friend, I would just blow them off, but we had these plans made for a while,” he sighed. 

“It’s okay. I understand,” you smiled. 

“And we still have a little bit of time left before I have to head back to my hotel and change,” he smiled wrapping his arms around you. 

You both quickly took a shower before getting out. Harry got dressed in his clothes from the previous night and sat on the bed with you. You put your head on his shoulder and wrap your arm around his. 

“When are we gonna see each other again after this?” you sighed. “We just got each other back and we only have hours left before we’re apart again.” 

“Hey, let’s not think about that right now,” he said putting his forehead against yours. “We can figure all that out after the show.” 

You nodded.

“I better get going,” he said. 

“Okay,” you said. 

He smiled and leaned in to kiss you. You smiled into the kiss before you pulled away. 

“I’ll see you tonight,” he smiled. “I love you.” 

“I love you too,” you said. “Oh, and text me or something on how many that want to come.” 

“Will do,” he said. “Bye baby.” 

“Bye,” you smiled. 

Harry grabbed his jacket and walked out of the room. You sighed as you laid back on the bed. You couldn’t believe that in a span of less than 24 hours, you and Harry were back together and you were already so happy. You just hoped it stayed that way for at least a while.

**

When Harry got back to the hotel, he had about 10 minutes to change and meet everyone down in the lobby. He knew they would be asking questions about last night, and he just hoped he could keep his emotions in check to not be obvious about what happened. 

Harry was going to wear a buttoned down shirt, but he realized there were a few new additions to his chest from the previous night’s events. He smirked to himself as he remembered it, but then quickly turned his thoughts to something else before he had a huge problem, you weren’t here to take care of. 

He then decided on just a regular t-shirt and grabbed some boots to put on. He got his keys and phone before heading out of the hotel room to meet everyone. 

Most everyone was already down in the lobby by the time Harry arrived. 

“About time you decided to show up,” Nick said. 

“I’m right on time,” Harry defended. 

“Yeah, but you’re always ready to go before everyone else, yet you’re the last one to arrive,” Jeff smirked. “Late night with a little someone?”

Harry rolled his eyes. “Don’t we have some breakfast to eat?” He said walking into the restaurant of the hotel. 

“Didn’t eat enough last night?” he smirked. 

“Watch your mouth,” Harry said. 

“It was just a joke,” he laughed. 

“I don’t need you talking or joking about Y/N and I’s sex life,” he said. 

“Oh my god, so you did!” Nick smirked. “I knew that you two couldn’t resist each other. Does this mean you two are back together?” 

Harry groaned. “What’s with all the questions?” 

“Okay, you can’t hook up with your ex, who you’ve  been like obsessed with for years, and just go silent!” Nick said. 

“Yes, I can,” Harry smirked grabbing a menu and opening it, almost has if he was trying to block out the questions. 

**

While you were eating your breakfast, you took out your journal and started writing down some words. By the time you had finished your food, you had an entire song written down. 

You knew that what you were about to do would be risky, but for right now taking risks meant you could be happy and living your life. 

You called up your band and told them to get to the venue a few hours earlier than the show because you had a song you wanted to work on for that night. 

Once you got all of that situated, you set the alarm on your phone and then went to sleep. 

**

“So, I know we were supposed to go out tonight, but uh Y/N invited us to her show,” he coughed. 

“Ooh,” Nick smirked. “I take it we’re going?” 

“Well, I’m going, and then I guess whoever else wants to go,” he said. 

“I’m going! I love me some Y/N,” Nick smirked. 

Harry laughed. “Sometimes I think you like her more than me.” 

“Well, she is prettier,” he joked. 

“That’s true,” Harry laughed. 

“So, you’re really going for it again, huh?” Nick said. 

“Yeah, I love her and she’s the one I want to spend my life with, so why not?” Harry smiled. 

“I’ve never heard you talk about someone like that before,” Glenne said. 

“That’s because I’ve never had a reason to talk about someone else,” he shrugged. “I met Y/N when I was 19 and really liked her and for some reason, she liked me back. We started dating a few months after we met and things we great for a while, but I was touring, she was touring, the media had a fucking field day with our relationship and it just got too much. So, we ended it a week before our one year anniversary and then a few months after that, we ran into each other again and tried it again, but shit just went downhill again. We were always fighting and having to defend our relationship. My Mum and sister kept asking me if what was going around in the media was true and I just let their doubt get in the way,” he sighed. 

“Did that not like her?” She asked. 

“No, it wasn’t that exactly, I think they were just worried about me getting hurt,” he said. 

“That makes sense,” she nodded. “How do you think they’re going to feel about the two of you getting back together?”

He shrugged,” I don’t know, but I know they want me to be happy and Y/N makes me happy,” he smiled. 

“Well, we’re happy for you and can’t wait to meet her tonight,” Glenne smiled. 

**

Harry and his group of friends arrived at the venue. They all were able to go in a back way and while everyone went to find their seats, Harry went to look for you backstage. 

You were getting changed into your on stage outfit when Harry knocked on the door. You walked over and opened the door, smiling when you saw him. He instantly wrapped his arms around you and picked you up in a hug. 

You giggled. “How was your day?” You asked. 

“It was great, but I missed you,” he pouted. 

“I missed you too,” you smiled. 

He smiled leaning down to kiss you. After a bit, he pulled away, “You’re so beautiful,” he said. 

“I know,” you joked. 

He laughed putting you on the ground and he walks over to sit down on the couch. 

“So, where is everyone else?” you asked. 

“They went to their seats,” he said. “I wanted to come see you before the show.”

“I’m glad that you did,” you smiled. 

“Y/N, ten-minute warning,” one of your crew members said poking their head into the room. 

“Okay,” you nodded. 

“Hey, Harry,” she smirked. “Welcome back,” 

“Thanks, Jess,” he laughed. “Well, I better get to my seat, so I don’t miss any of the show.”

You nodded. “After the show, you and everyone can come back here.” 

“Sounds good,” he said wrapping his arms around you. “You’re gonna smash it out there,” he smiled. 

“Thanks,” you smiled puckering your lips. 

He laughed leaning down to kiss you again before pulling away and heading out the door. 

**

The entire show so far had gone amazing. The crowd was loud and energetic and you could see Harry with a bright smirk on his face as he watched you. You were a bit nervous because the song that you had just written this morning was up next. 

You put your microphone on the stand and grabbed yourself some water to drink. 

“Okay, how are you all doing tonight?” you smiled. “Are you having fun?” 

The crowd screams and jumps up and down. 

“So, uh, this next song is a brand new song. It’s not on any album or anything. In fact, it’s so brand new, I literally just wrote it this morning,” you said. “Now, you’re all probably thinking, why are you about to do that? Don’t you need time to work it out and rehearse it and what not?” 

“Well, yeah, usually,” you laughed. “But I started thinking about how music, doesn’t always have to be perfect and it never truly is. Nothing is perfect. And that’s sort of what the song is about, it’s about how something might not be perfect or fine all the time, but you shouldn’t let it keep you from experiencing it. My band and I rehearsed this song all day, so hopefully it won’t be horrible,” you laughed. 

The crowd goes silent a bit, but a few voices make it through cheering you on. The music starts and you stand up to the microphone. 

“Face me. Take me. Save me, don’t try to change me. Face you. Take you. Save you, I won’t try to change you,” you started off. 

“Yes, Yes,” you sang softly. 

“Here’s my body that I’m giving to us. Here are my arms that’ll hold us up. Here’s my life dedicated to love. I’ll try to give you everything you deserve and I can’t promise that’s gonna be fine. Here I am if you’re ready to try, here’s my tears when you tell me those words, here’s my life, for better or worse, for better or… yes, yes.” You sang at the end of the song. 

The crowd went insane and you had the biggest smile on your face. You looked over at Harry and you could see him smiling as big as you. He knew that song was written about him and about your relationship. 

**

Once the show was over, Harry and his group of friends, went backstage. When you got off stage, you went a changed out of your sweaty clothes and put on something more comfortable and dry. You sprayed some dry shampoo in your hair and touched up your makeup before heading to meet everyone. 

They were all talking to one another and Nick saw you first. “There she is!” he joked. “The lady of the night!” he said running over and giving you a hug. 

You laughed hugging him back and Harry turned around. “Oi, hands off my girlfriend,” he said. 

“Shh, don’t tell him about our love affair,” he joked. 

“He’s only jealous because you’re not hugging him,” you giggled. 

“Hey! I’m right here you know,” he said. “I can hear both of you.” 

“We weren’t exactly trying to keep it from you,” you laughed. 

Harry rolled his eyes with a smile and wrapped his arms around you. “You were fucking amazing,” he whispered. “Bloody brilliant.” 

“Thank you,” you smiled. 

“And that song… wow. It was everything.” he smiled. 

“I’m glad that you liked it,” you smiled. 

“I loved it,” he said. “Ready to meet everyone?” 

You nodded. Harry took your hand and gave it squeeze before walking over to the group. He introduced you to everyone and they seemed to really like you because they invited you out with them. 

“Actually, Y/N and I already have plans,” Harry said. “We have some things we need to talk about before she leaves in the morning.” 

“Oh, you have to leave tomorrow?” Jeff asked. 

“Yeah, I have a show in DC tomorrow night,” you said. 

“Well, have fun you two,” he said. 

“Yeah, and don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,” Nick smirked before leaving with the rest of the group. 

“So, do you want to grab some food?” he asked. 

“Yes, I’m starving, but we can just grab something quick and go back to the hotel,” you said. 

He nodded and wrapped his arm around your shoulder as you walked out to your car. After stopping to get some Chinese food, you both go up to your hotel room. 

You were leaning up against Harry as you two ate. “Tomorrow morning’s gonna come too soon.” you sighed. 

“I know,” he whispered kissing your head. “But we’ll see each other soon. I have to fly back to London to rehearse and film a tv spot, but after that, I’ll be free for a bit so I could fly out to meet you on tour,” he smiled. 

“Really?” you asked. 

“Yes,” he nodded. “I don’t really have any promo to do until it gets closer to the release date of my album, so I’ll have a few weeks free. I mean I’ll probably have to fit in some rehearsal time with my band, but your tour is over in a month or so right?” 

You nodded.” Yeah, my final show is at the end of May.” 

He smiled. “And then once you’re done with tour and I’m finished with a shit of promo, we can take a nice little getaway together,” he whispered. 

“That’d be wonderful,” you smiled. “I need a getaway.” 

He smiled. “I bet you do.” 

“Know what else I need?” you smirked turning around to face him.

“What’s that?” He asked watching you move toward him. 

“You,” you whispered before leaning into kiss him. 

**

The next morning came early when your alarm went off. You sighed cuddling up to him. He yawned kissing your head and rubbing your back. 

“What time do you have to leave?” He asked. 

“7 am, so we have about an hour left,” you sighed sadly. 

“Let’s order some breakfast and then jump in the shower while we wait,” he said. 

You nodded sitting up in the bed, holding the bed sheet over your bare chest and grabbing the phone. After you placed the order, you both went into the bathroom for a quick shower. 

When you were done, you dried off and changed into some yoga pants and hoodie. You packed everything in your suitcases and sat down to eat breakfast when the food arrived. 

After you ate, Harry wrapped his arms around you. Tears were threatening to fall and it didn’t take long before they did. Harry sighed. “Baby, don’t cry,” he whispered. 

“I’m trying not to, but we’ve already been apart for so long and this wasn’t enough time,” you sniffled. “I know we’re going to see each other in a week, but still. I feel like I just got you back and now we’re going to be apart again.” 

“We’ll talk every day. We’ll facetime. This week will go by before you know it and I’ll be on tour with you and we’ll have every day together,” he whispered. 

“Promise?” you whispered. 

“I promise baby,” he smiled putting his forehead on yours. 

Unfortunately, it was time for you to leave. Harry grabbed your suitcases and loaded them onto the cart. He tipped the bellhop to take them down to your car. 

Your car was parked at the back of the hotel, which meant that you and Harry could privately say your goodbyes before getting into the car. When you got down to the car, Harry wrapped his arms around you, squeezing you tightly against in him a huge hug. 

“You better call me as soon as you get a chance,” he said. 

“I will,” you smiled. “And you better call me when you get back to London.” 

“Don’t worry, I will,” he smiled. 

You two embrace for a little bit longer and he leaned down to kiss you. You eventually pull away. “I love you,” you whispered. 

“I love you too baby,” he smiled. 

You get into the car and head to the airport. 

You were still scared about getting back together with Harry, but you would rather be terrified of what could happen, then miserable because you would always wonder what if. You just hoped that this time, things would be different, better and you would finally get your happily ever after that you both deserved. 

**** The song referred to is Yes by Demi Lovato! :) 

Hope you enjoyed this One Shot! :) 

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