what do you think about harry in this chapter

NaNoWriMo Prep: How to Plan a Novel without a Story

Before you start writing, when your story idea is in its very earliest stages, if you even have one at all, you should make a list of things you love in the books you read. List all of the story elements that draw you to novels. List the ones that excite you when they appear. Find patterns in the books you enjoy, and list those too. 

If you don’t know exactly what you love about books, or how to start a list like this, go to your bookshelves, pick out four or five of your absolute favourite novels, and examine them. If you have time, read a few chapters of each. List what you love about those books specifically. 

If you like Harry Potter–and I will always use HP as an example, because who doesn’t like HP?–instead of listing things like “Hermione” or “Hogwarts,” think about what you actually like about those story specifics. 

For Hermione: Do you like Hermione because she’s a smart, self-determined female character? Or do you just like that she’s a bit of a know it all? Or are you happy to see characters with unruly, frizzy hair?  

For Hogwarts: Do you like the boarding school setting? Or the enchanted castle? Do you like Scotland? 

Whatever the answer is, write that down, and steal those story aspects to create something original and amazing. 

Look for obvious things like character, plot, and setting, but also take into account how books are narrated and formatted. Think about themes, tropes, and language. Think about mood and tone and structure. The wider the variety of story elements you collect, the more helpful your list will be.

Here are some examples of story features to include in your list:

  • Mystery
  • Third person narration
  • No love interests
  • Alliterative names
  • Exciting chapter titles
  • Diverse characters
  • Autumnal settings
  • Main characters with unusual interests
  • Scenes of friends bonding besides crackling fire places
  • Magic but you don’t know if it’s actually magic or not

What to do with your list?

Use it to plan your novel:

Use this list to help you figure out not only what your story is going to be, but how you’re going to tell it. You don’t have to include all of the things in your list in your story, but it will be an amazing source of story elements to have in your back pocket.

Use it as motivation:

While writing, keep track of the story elements you love that you’ve managed to fit into your novel. Keep that list on your desk or wherever you write. When you can’t find any other inspiration, take a look at it. Let it remind you of what you love about your story. Let it motivate you to continue writing it.  

Use it when you get stuck:

Do you ever see those random story generators that get shared around the internet? They’ll generate random settings, random plots, random character names, random character traits, random murder methods. The list is long. 

I don’t recommend putting random story elements in your book. I may be wrong, but that has never seemed like an intelligent idea to me. 

However, if you have a large list of things you personally enjoy in books–if you have your own pile of character traits, settings, plots, etc.–there’s a good chance one of those things will inspire your next direction for the book when you get stuck. You may very well find a plot element, or type of scene, or character quirk that you will be excited to add to your story. 

The Anti-List

If you’d like, you can even keep a list of things you hate in novels, to remind you of what you should keep out of your book by all means necessary. Knowing what you don’t like can even help you figure out what you like. Simply look to do the opposite of the things on this list. 

All I Wanted; C.H. 25

part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8, part 9, part 10**, part 11*, part 12*, part 13, part 14, part 15**, part 16, part 17, part 18, part 19, part 20, part 21, part 22, part 23, part 24

“I just don’t get it. I was so certain he was currently seeing this one girl. Not multiple, but one. And now – I wonder what happened.” Meredith sighs loudly, shaking her head as she takes another sip of her newly ordered drink. My mind is reeling and the more I sit here, the more I have to hold back tears. I thought that Calum and I were heading somewhere, but him meeting up with other women was a stab to the heart.

“Maybe he fucked her over, like he does with other women?” I laugh devilishly, because I know what had happened. And if he treated any of these women like he had done with me, I know why so many of them would show up on his doorstep just to smack him in the face. That’s the least I would do.

“What happened to you? You always defend Calum.” Meredith scolds me and I feel scrutinized under her harsh gaze. “Nothing happened. Sometimes people see the light.” I check my phone, but come up with no notifications. “Y/n, don’t lie to me.” I feel my heart hammering and I know I am panicking, so I do what I do best in these moments. I lie.

“Sorry, just a second. My dad texted me.” I pretend to skim over the message and I start gathering my items. “I don’t know what’s wrong, but he seems super aggravated. I’ll text you later.” I throw some money onto the small table and smile apologetically at Meredith, but I need to get out of here as soon as I can.

I don’t even think I have given her time to respond before I’m off and speed walking towards my car. I, of course don’t end up at home, but on Harry’s doorstep. It takes a bit of contemplating if I really want to do this, but I trust him. It would be different.

“Y/n, babe, what are you doing here?” Harry smiles as he opens his door, leaning against the wall as I let my gaze run over his upper body, clothed in a tight t-shirt. I don’t waste my words, but instead I march over to him and throw myself against him, roughly pressing our lips together.

Harry takes a while to comprehend what is happening, but when he does, he reciprocates with as much passion as I have. I push him inside, Harry pushing my jacket off of my shoulders to drop onto the tiles of his hallway as he pushes the front door closed.

We somehow, blinded by each other, find our way into his living room, but not before bumping into every piece of furnace he possesses. As much passion as is laced through our wandering hands and our lips locked together, this doesn’t feel right. I try to get it out of my mind and press my lips back against Harry’s, but I just can’t seem to shake it.

“As much as I want to, I can’t.” I laugh humourlessly, pushing Harry off of me. He sighs but smiles all the same, taking a step back, granting me my space. “It feels quite different, doesn’t it?”
“I’m so sorry I am toying with your emotions like this. I am the worst woman ever.” I drop onto Harry’s leather sofa, head in my hands as I am ashamed to even look at him.

“Don’t sweat it. I get it.” Harry states as he walks off to his fridge, grabbing himself a water bottle as he tries to avoid the awkward situation at hand. “But I – I don’t know. I want this to work.”
“You can’t force yourself to like me, Y/n.”

“I am not forcing myself I like you!” I almost immediately fire back, turning in my spot so I can now hold my gaze with Harry to get my point across. I wouldn’t even be doing this if I didn’t enjoy his company. “But you don’t like me like you like Calum. And that’s the problem, and I totally get that.” Harry starts off, sighs, and starts walking towards me. I keep silent, because I don’t think I can argue with him on this, and wait for Harry to drop on the coffee table in front of me.

“Listen, I like you, too. But somehow, even though I trust you with every fiber of my being, I don’t think we’d work. We’re great together, especially in bed,” Harry snickers and I can’t help but let a giggle slip past too, “but… I don’t know, Y/n. I just think you belong with someone who’s more compatible. Damn, I’m burning my own bridges here but I care too much about you to let us both be miserable.” Harry closes his eyes briefly as his hand lands on my knee.

“So this is it?” I breathe, slowly opening my own eyes which I had closed somewhere during his monologue. “I guess so. But I do hope we’re not going to go back to completely ignoring one another.” Harry smiles as he scoops closer, taking his hand off of my knee.

“Hey, in my defence… Your girlfriend was a total wacko.” I laugh loudly, threading my fingers through my hair as I see Harry’s face contort into one of pure disgust. “Oh please, she was a complete psychopath. But I’m serious, don’t totally disappear, Y/n.” Harry breathes as he starts fumbling with his fingers, gaze cast to the floor. “Harry, you’re sort of my best friend. I’d never do that.”

I drop onto my knees and shimmy in between Harry’s knees, throwing my arms around his neck. He reciprocates my hug and lets his hands rest on the small of my back. As I let go of him, I let my hands slide along his jaw and press my lips briefly to his for the last time.
“What’s that for?” Harry sighs out as he opens his eyes while I raise to my feet.

“A thank you, a goodbye for an important chapter in my life, I don’t know honestly.” I shrug my shoulders with a bright grin but as soon as Harry speaks, it drops. “So what are you going to do about Calum?” I sit back down in my original seat and drop my head against the back rest.

“Nothing. He’s seeing this other girl, remember? I think it’s just over. This story won’t have a happy ending.” I frown with my eyes still closed, my fingers nervously tapping along my abdomen as I hear Harry sigh out gruffly. “At least tell Meredith. I know how much it has been gnawing on you.
“Don’t you think she’ll be even more angry now that I tell have after all that has happened?” I lift my head, raising my eyebrow at a frowning Harry.

“See it like this. Do you want her to find out on accident and ruin your friendship forever? Because then she’ll be infuriated. I think now, she may be a bit angry yeah, but she’ll come around eventually.” I nod my head as Harry continues to speak, because I’m sure he’s right about everything.

“And if I were you, I wouldn’t wait too long anymore either.” Harry smiles and I dust off my jeans as I get up from my seat. “Now is a good of time as ever, right?” Harry raises to his feet and pats me on my shoulder. “Good luck, Y/n. I’m sure it’ll turn out alright. Oh, and don’t forget your coat on your way out, love.” Harry smirks as I feel my cheeks heat up, scrambling off now that I still have the courage.

****************

Here I am. When I left Harry’s place, it took the long way to Meredith’s home, then I spent another ten to fifteen minutes in my car trying to build courage. And now here I am, standing in front of the large wooden front door, my hand hovering over the doorbell.

I have no idea how she’ll respond. Maybe she saw it coming, maybe she completely didn’t. Maybe she’ll try to strangle me, maybe I’ll get the silent treatment. I have no idea what outcomes may be the worst and which might be at least acceptable. But I know I can’t keep doing this. Ever since I started this, whatever, with Calum, I had been experiencing constant stomach aches from the stress of lying to my best friend. I would get this over with. I deserved it. Meredith did.

The buzzing seems louder than usual and I feel my heart pound in my throat as I hear footsteps approaching the door. My gaze is cast towards the cement as I hear the door click and slowly creep open.

“We need to talk.”

“I think I’d most like to spend a day with Harry. I’d take him out for a meal and apologize for everything I’ve put him through.”  -JK Rowling

I WOULD LOVE TO BE A FLY IN THE SOUP AT THIS TABLE

harry: was it really necessary to kill my grandparents?

jk: plot device, harry.

harry: A BROOM CUPBOARD?

jk: they had to have sympathy for you

harry: tim. buttercup. sally. marry.

jk: what are you doing?

harry: I NAMED THE SPIDERS IN THE SODDING BROOM CLOSET, JOANNE

jk: oh

two hours later:

harry: thank you for giving me sass, at least

harry: downs his drink

jk: oh dear

harry:  {pulls out order of the phoenix and opens it to chapter 35} let’s talk about what in the hell you were thinking when you wrote this chapter, please…

jk: i’m going to need to buy another bottle of wine, aren’t i?

harry: damn straight. keep ‘em coming. 

you bring me home: chapter two // plus one

“I bought a plane ticket to England.”

now posted!

HINNY HATERS/LOVERS MUST READ THIS

i decided im going to gather key information in harry potter and the half-blood prince to show that hinny didn’t “come out of nothing”… for those bitches who judge ginny without even reading the books; let’s do this shit


QUOTE: “(…) they ((harry and ron)) found themselves looking at Dean and Ginny, who were locked in a close embrace and kissing fiercely as if glued together. It was as though something large and scaly erupted into life in Harry’s stomach, clawing at his insides: hot blood seemed to flood his brain, so that all thought was extinguished, replaced by a savage urge to jinx Dean into a jelly.” – Harry Potter and the Half-blood Prince, Chapter 14, Felix Felicis.


QUOTE:  “Neither of them ((ron and hermione)) seemed to have noticed that a fierce battle was raging inside Harry’s brain:

 She’s Ron’s sister.                                                                                               But she’s ditched Dean!                                                                                      She’s still Ron’s sister.                                                                                        I’m his best mate!                                                                                                    That’ll make it worse.                                                                                            If i talked to him first–                                                                                              He’d hit you.                                                                                                            What if I don’t care?                                                                                                He’s your best mate!” – Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince, Chapter 24, Sectumsempra.


QUOTE: “Yet Harry could not help himself talking to Ginny, laughing with her, walking back from practice with her; (…) And to complicate matters he had the nagging worry that if he didn’t do it, somebody else was sure to ask Ginny out soon:  he and Ron were at least agreed on the fact that she was too popular for her own good.” – Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince, Chapter 24, Sectumsempra.


QUOTE: “Harry looked around; there was Ginny running towards him; she had a hard, blazing look in her face as she threw her arms around him. And without thinking, without planning it, without worrying about the fact that fifty people were watching, Harry kissed her.” – Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince, Chapter 24, Sectumsempra.


QUOTE: “(…) he ((harry)) suddenly wished he had said a better goodbye to them ((ron and hermione)) … and he hadn’t seen Ginny at all …” – Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince, Chapter 26, The Cave.


QUOTE: “‘Voldemort uses people his enemies are close to. He’s already used you as bait once, and that was just because you’re my best friend’s sister’.

‘What if I don’t care?’ said Ginny fiercely.

‘I care’, said Harry. ‘How do you think i’d feel if this was your funeral… and this was my fault…’ (…) I just wish I’d asked you sooner. We could’ve had ages.. months… years maybe….’

‘But you’ve been too busy saving the wizarding world’, said Ginny. –Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince, Chapter 30, The White Tomb.


So yeah, hinny is fucking true and awesome, deal with it. Fight me on this one.

For The Love Of Harry, Chapter Two

Winter was definitely in full swing in London. The cold winds cut straight through a person with no apologies. You not being a winter person at all, often wondered why you continued living in London when you would fit more appropriately in a year-round, warm-weathered climate. But you had to admit, you had fallen deeply in love with England since moving here a couple of years before. The architecture, the romance, your job, the people you worked with and had become friends with, the lifestyle. You loved being surrounded by people who were so unlike those you grew up with in the US. And if you were being honest, you kind of enjoyed being the only American among all of your friends. You liked for your friends and acquaintances to ask you what something was like for you when you were growing up, and discover the similarities and differences between the two lifestyles.

As you came off the tube and walked toward your office, you were suddenly wondering why you had chosen to wear a dress and heels. The cold wind shot straight up your skirt, making you cringe and cuss as you eventually found your way through the front door of your office building. You swore it wasn’t that cold when you left your house, that the temperature must have dropped 20 degrees since then. As the elevator door opened on your floor, you stepped out and smiled, greeting your co-workers as you passed them, exchanging pleasantries with each, then finally plopping down in your desk chair. You were grateful at that very moment for the heating vent that was directly under your desk. You kicked off your heels and placed your feet atop the vent, removing your coat but draping it around your bare legs and tucking it around, so that the heat from the vent traveled delicately up under your coat.

“Ooooh, that’s goooood,” you moaned to yourself with your eyes closed.

“Should I leave you two alone? Give you a moment?” you heard your best friend, Kari, say.

“Yes!” you teased. “How are you today?”

“Oh, can’t complain,” she replied. “Well, I could, but who the fuck really cares, right? Why in hell did you wear a dress today? Do you not watch the forecast, love?”

“No tv, remember?” you reminded her.

Kari rolled her eyes at you. “Never did understand that. What do you do in your free time if you aren’t watching the telly?”

“Not everyone likes tv watching, Kar,” you replied.

“Nonsense,” she retorted. “It’s a conspiracy to say such things. Shame on you for spreading false gossip. By the way, TJ wants your piece by the time you leave tonight. I hope you’ve got most of it done.”

You looked at her surprised. 

“What? I was supposed to have until Friday!” you complained.

“Chance of bad weather by end of week,” she explained. “He wants everything ready just in case.”

“Fine,” you spewed like a 4 year old conceding. “Go away, then. I’ll never finish it with you distracting me.”

“It’s a curse, this beauty,” she said teasingly as she left your desk and walked back to her own.

For the rest of the day you worked diligently on your article. You had never in your life missed a deadline, and you weren’t about to begin now. By mid-afternoon you had barely taken a break from your work to even use the restroom, and had munched on only an apple and some almonds at your desk as your lunch. As you worked on citing your sources and polishing what you had written, you had a cold chill that you thought must have a life of its own, as someone somewhere in the office had apparently opened a door that allowed a freezing breeze to flow through the room. You blew hot air into your cold hands and bent at the waist in your chair, trying to be as close to the heating vent at your feet as you possibly could, your forehead pressing against the edge of the desk top. As you groaned at the amazing feel of the warm heat, you heard a familiar voice.

“You alright there, love?” Harry asked, giggling. You immediately sat straight up, nearly knocking your wheeled chair backward and catching yourself before you could fall in the floor. Harry’s eyebrows lifted as he laughed from surprising you. “Sorry!”

You grinned, shaking your head. “No worries. What are you doing here, Harry?”

“I was in the neighborhood visiting with a friend and realized this is your office building,” he answered, still smiling. “I hope you don’t mind me dropping in without calling you first. Hadn’t seen you in awhile and thought I’d see how you are.”

“Oh!” you smiled back at him. “I’m doing fine, thanks. How are you? Staying busy?”

“Yeah, I’m good. Staying quite busy, actually,” he answered. “Hey, what time do you get off work?”

“I just have to finish this article then I’m free,” you replied. “Maybe 10 more minutes?”

“Great! I thought since I was in the neighborhood anyway, I’d see if you could use a lift home,” he grinned. “You mentioned awhile back you haven’t a car now. Can’t imagine the walk to the station is a fun one in that wind…and in a dress.”

You must have been an idiot for wearing a dress today. 

“Yeah. Didn’t realize it was so cold out when I left, and I was running late. Here, sit in that chair and I’ll finish this, then we can go. Thanks!”

In a few more minutes, someone walked to your desk. “You never told us you know Harry Styles!” the co-worker beamed.

Another employee stepped forward to talk, too. “If I’d known you knew Harry, I’d have asked you to get me an interview a long time ago! How ‘bout it, Harry?”

“Back, you vultures!” you yelled at them. “Shoo! Shoo! He didn’t come here to get harassed by you. He gets that enough. Why do you think I never told you I know him? Now, go away, all of you!” 

You smiled as they all said something to Harry then walked away, but continued looking at him off and on. He’s used to it, but you deliberately didn’t tell people you knew him for that very reason.

After another moment, you saved and sent your completed article and slid your feet back into your heels. “Done!” you announced to him. “Sorry about earlier, Harry.”

“Not a problem, love, I assure you. I’m used to it, but thanks for that,” he smiled as he stood. He helped you put your coat on, then you popped your head into your supervisor’s office. “Goodnight.”

“I need your article before…” he started.

“Check your inbox,” you smiled. “See you tomorrow!”

You turned and smiled at Harry as he followed you out of the office. Walking outside and getting into his car, he started it and turned up the heat. “Won’t take long for the heat to kick back up,” he grinned.

You chit-chatted during the once familiar drive to your home. Your car was one that Alex had leased in his name, so you weren’t terribly surprised the day the towing company showed up and drove away with it. You realized you didn’t really miss having a car, and decided public transit would work fine for you. As Harry parked his car, you invited him for dinner.

“Harry, I seem to recall that I owe you dinner. Are you free this evening?”

“I am, actually,” he smiled. “Are you sure? Kind of last minute, if that’s a problem.”

“No problem,” you shook your head. “I put a pot of stew in the slow cooker before I left this morning. Should be ready now.”

“I would love to then!” he agreed. You both walk inside and you change out of your work clothes and into something warmer and more comfortable. As you came back downstairs, you saw Harry in the kitchen, ladling soup into two bowls and searching for the correct drawer to find spoons.”

“One more over,” you instructed him. “I hope you’re hungry. I made enough for a few meals with this cold weather.”

“Starving,” he said honestly. “Didn’t get lunch today, had a meeting. It looks and smells delicious!”

“Thanks,” you answered. “My mom used to make it every winter. Has a way of really warming your insides.”

You both sat at the table after fixing both of you a glass of wine, and enjoy the food. “It’s really good!” Harry said with a smile. “I’ve missed your cooking. Especially your grilling. Gonna have to do that again sometime. When the weather isn’t so bad, of course.”

“We absolutely will,” you replied. “So, tell me how you’ve been? Work and whatever else you’ve been doing that’s kept you so busy.”

“Loads of work,” he sighed. “Doing a lot of writing and some studio work. Spent some time in LA for awhile, tying up some loose ends and seeing friends.”

“That sounds nice,” you grinned.

“Do you ever get back to the states to see family and friends?” he asked.

“Don’t have any family anymore,” you answered. “And I’ve not seen my friends, but we video chat every now and then. Can’t really leave my job for that long, and neither can they.”

“No family?” he asked, surprised. “I’m sorry.”

“No need to be,” you grinned again. “My parents passed several years ago. They had no siblings and neither did I.”

“I’m sorry about your parents,” he said, genuinely feeling sad about it. He couldn’t imagine not having his family in his life.

“Long time ago,” you assured him. “More stew?”

“Not sure where I’d put it,” he laughed, rubbing his belly. “That was really filling!”

“My dad used to call it a “stick-to-your-ribs” meal. Filling and nourishing, get someone through a cold winter kind of meal,” you explained.

“Exactly,” he said. “Wouldn’t mind taking a bowl of it home, though, if that’s alright?” he asked, giving you a puppy dog look.

“Absolutely!” you smiled, happy he asked. “Except for the nights that Kari comes begging for something to eat, I don’t get to cook for anyone anymore. Kind of miss it sometimes.”

“Sweetheart, anytime you want someone to cook for, please call me!” 

You both laughed as you ladled soup into a container and sealed it with a lid, then put the remaining soup into a container for the fridge. You quickly washed the dishes and Harry insisted on helping. As you finished, you both dried your hands on opposite ends of a kitchen towel, smiling at each other.

“Harry, I don’t know what you need to do now, but I was thinking about watching a movie,” you announced. “Interested? I don’t have a tv, but I watch on my computer. I’m a sucker for a good romantic comedy.”

“Really?” he asked, surprised that you asked. “I’d love to!”

“Great!” you said, walking into the living room. You started a fire in the fireplace for some added warmth and ambiance, then grabbed your computer and together you choose a movie to watch, setting it on the coffee table in front of you both. Harry poured you both another glass of wine, setting the near empty bottle on the table. You both enjoyed the movie, laughing and feeling sappy. When it finished, you closed the laptop and looked at Harry. “Have another bottle of wine if you want more?”

“As much as I would love that, babe, I should be going,” he said, looking out the darkened window at the night sky. “Seems to be coming down again. Think the snow is never going to end, I swear.”

“Pretty to look at, but not so fun when you have to get out in it,” you mused.

You both stood, Harry grabbing his leftovers, as you walked with him to the front door. 

“Thank you for dinner. Always delicious,” he smiled.

“You’re welcome,” you nodded. “Thank you for the ride home, and for keeping me company on a cold wintery night.”

“Anytime,” he sayid, then leaned to you and gave you a hug for a long moment. “I love spending time with you.” He pulled back a bit, looking into your eyes. “I’d love to do it again sometime real soon.”

“I’d love that, too,” you slow-blinked at him flirtingly. 

As you both looked at each other longingly, you secretly hoped he would kiss you. Looking at your lips, then back at your eyes, he grinned slightly as he pulled away, releasing your hug. You were disappointed, but you never expected Harry Styles to be interested in you that way. He was your friend, and up until a few months ago, he was the best friend of your ex-boyfriend. You didn’t think they were friends anymore after what happened, but you honestly had no way of knowing. You had cut off all ties to Alex after you kicked him out, only seeing him once since then when he came to pick up the rest of his things.

“Stay warm, love,” Harry smiled, grabbing your hand and squeezing it, then kissing you quickly on your cheek.

“You too, Harry,” you answered. “Let me know next time you need to be cooked for.”

“I will, I promise,” he said, then opened the door and quickly walked out to his car and jumped inside. He waved to you through the front glass as the wipers brushed off the fresh layer of snow, then backed out and drove away. You closed the door, thinking about the evening. If all Harry wanted was to be your friend, you would accept that. You liked being friends with him. You may have to learn how to squash down the butterflies that seem to flutter inside of you when he looks at you a certain way, or when he laughs at something you say, but you wouldn’t pursue more if you thought he didn’t want it, too. Or at least you would try.

*

Finally a bit of a break in the cold weather! You were only half-way through winter, so a nice warm interruption was just what you needed. You loved when you had a beautiful spring-like day when technically it should be blustery and…well, winter.

It was the weekend and you had already decided to be productive over your warm weekend by painting the spare room of your home that had needed a new, fresh look since you bought the house two years before. You could never get Alex to do it, even when he would say, “No, don’t do it. I’ll get to it eventually!” So today you were taking matters into your own hands.

As you prepared the room by taping the windows and trim, making sure you had all the supplies you needed, you realized you forgot the ladder in the garage. One of the purchases that Alex absolutely had to have for all the things he wanted to do to your house. You walked into the garage and saw it still hanging on the hooks on the wall, where it had been since the day he bought it. You shook your head and chuckled slightly, then started to grab it from the wall when you heard your doorbell. Leaving it, you jogged back through the door and into the house, quickly opening the front door.

“Hey!” Harry said, cheerfully. “Beautiful day, isn’t it?

“It is!” you smiled at how happy he was. “How are you, Harry?”

“I’m doing great. How are you?” he asked, as he kissed your cheek, his hand on your waist.

“Doing fine, thanks,” you answered. “Want to come in?”

“Thanks!” he replied, closing the door behind him. “You busy?” he asked as he noticed the rag on your shoulder and your hair pulled up into a messy bun, old comfy clothes adorning your body.

“Um, sort of…” you said, biting your bottom lip. “I’m painting my spare room today. Taking advantage of the beautiful day so I can open the windows.”

“Really?” he raised his brow. “Care for some help?”

“You want to spend this beautiful, sunny, non-snowy, non-cold day, inside my spare room doing manual labor?” you asked teasingly.

“I do!” he laughed. “Got nothing better to do. And I’m already here, aren’t I?”

“Well, as long as you don’t mind, I welcome the help,” you thanked him. “Come on.”

He followed you to the garage and grabbed the ladder off the wall, carrying it up the steps for you. It was a bit comical watching Harry try to not bust holes in the walls along the way as he bumped this one then that one. You gasped and put your hands over your mouth a couple of times, trying to help guide him, until finally he made it through the door of the spare room.

“Success!” he laughed, setting the ladder up in the middle of the room. “Was easy,” he jested, as he saw the look on your face and you chuckled.

“Ooook!” you giggled, changing the subject as he laughed. “So, this is the wall color, and this is the trim color.”

“Like that!” he nodded. “Will look good in here, too. What is this room going to be?”

“I’m going to set up my music stuff over here on this side, and my workout stuff on this side,” you explained. “It’s been too cold to go all the way in to my gym, or to go for a run, so I’m going to make it so I can have a good workout here.”

“And what music things do you have?” he asked curiously.

“My keyboard and guitar stand, my turntable and vinyls, and….” you thought, trying to remember, “Oh, and since it’s a large room, I want to put maybe a little sofa or something in here for when I’m reading or writing. Bit of a hobby room, I guess.”

He looked at you curiously. “A side of you I did not know. How does that happen?”

“Don’t know,” you shook your head. “Embrace the mystery. I guess most of the time when we were around each other, you were probably hanging around Alex and the boys more than around us girls.” You shook the paint cans well and opened them, pouring paint into a tray for the rolling, and into a smaller container for painting around the trim. “Roll, or cut-in around the trim?” you asked him.

He was still looking at you, not realizing he didn’t even know you were musically-inclined. He finally snapped out of it…“What?”

“Do you want to roll onto the walls? Or would you rather do the cutting-in around the edges?” you asked.

“Oh,” he said, “Um, I’ll roll.” He grabbed the roller pole and covered it well with color, then started painting the walls while you started the rest. As you both painted, music played from another room and you both sang along as you worked.

“So, love,” he said, “I don’t mean to bring up a sore subject, but have you seen Alex since you broke up with him?”

“Um,” you dipped your brush into your cup of paint, “Yeah.”

“Really?” he said, surprised. You were so angry with Alex that night. Harry still remembered the punches you landed on your ex, and smirked thinking about them.

“Yeah, only once,” you replied. “I texted him to come get the rest of his things, a couple of weeks later.”

“How’d that go?” he asked as he painted.

“How do you think it went?” you said, exchanging glances, Harry understanding. “I had all of his things setting out in front of the garage doors, so he was none too happy about that. I didn’t want to see him or talk to him, but he used his key to get into the house. I hadn’t thought about changing the locks yet, so it freaked me out a bit when he unlocked the door and came in before I could put the latch on the door.”

“Did he?” he looked at you, concerned. “He didn’t, like, cause any trouble, did he?”

You sighed a deep sigh. “Not really.”

“Not really?” he asked, stopping what he was doing and looking at you. You looked at him and frowned a bit.

“He begged me to take him back,” you admitted. “Tried to…cozy up to me.”

“Tried to seduce you,” he stated, more to the point.

“Yeah,” you nodded. “I guess so. But, that wasn’t going to happen, and I let him know that in so many words, pissed him off once again, and he stomped around the house, looking to see what I had no doubt kept of his that I apparently wanted.” You rolled your eyes. “Like I need or want his crap. Yeah, I really want your porn magazine collection, you big perv.” Harry giggled, but didn’t like you having to deal with Alex. “When he couldn’t find anything of his in the house, I waited until he was outside the door, then slammed the door in his face when he turned to talk to me, and I locked all the locks and put the latch on. When he started beating on the door, I threatened to call the police if he didn’t take his things and go.”

“What an ass,” Harry said. “He used to be a fun guy, but he’s changed a lot, I think.” 

“You’ve not seen him or talked to him then?” you asked him.

“No, and I’m glad,” he admitted. “He texted me later that night, and for a couple of days after, wanting to try and talk and still be friends or whatever, but I didn’t answer and haven’t heard from him since.”

“Like Kari said, good riddance,” you exhaled, without looking at him, as you continued to paint.

You both painted for hours until finally, the room was completely finished, and you were both tired and paint-splattered. You finished what you were doing and turned and saw Harry lying in the middle of the floor on his back, his hands on his ribs with his eye closed.

“Good God, I’ve killed Harry Styles,” you teased, as he laughed and opened his eyes. You walked to where he was and laid down next to him. “It looks good, doesn’t it?” You looked around the room, as Harry glanced, observing the work the two of you had done.

“Yeah, it really does,” he agreed. “We do good work!” 

He lifted his arm for a high-five, which you returned, and he moaned from how sore his arms were from painting. You giggled as he smiled and looked at you, thinking you looked beautiful, even with paint on your face and in your hair. As he noticed a spot of paint on your nose, he used his finger to wipe it away, not realizing he had even more paint on his finger, which smudged down your nose. Your eyes became huge as you looked at him, he drawing his lips into his mouth and shooting his eyebrows high, then giggling. You chuckled in response, slyly dipping your finger into your paint cup which was setting near you, and traced your finger right down his cheek.

“No, you didn’t,” he said as you giggled. “I can’t believe…” he said, as he leaned up on his elbow, crossing his arm across your stomach and quickly dipping his finger into your paint cup, then doing the same to you along your cheek and jaw. You both laughed as you lay under him, Harry looking at you with a smile. Your eyes, your lips, then slowly lowering himself to your mouth, taking your lips to his own. He kissed you softly, tasting yours in return, then pulled back and looked at you again, making sure you were okay with him kissing you. You lifted the corners of your mouth slightly, enough for him to know you were definitely alright with his risk-taking. He leaned to you once again, kissing you deeply, his hand on your ribs, then your waist, pressing his body against yours. You felt his hand caress you as you tasted each other, your tongue exploring his as your kiss lingered for a long moment. Harry leaned away and looked at you, smiling.

“Wanted to do that for a long time, you know,” he said shyly, rubbing his hand along your hip, resting it on your waist.

“Why didn’t you?” you asked him, thinking his ‘long time’ meant hours, days, maybe.

“You had a boyfriend,” he stated, matter-of-factly. Harry leaned to you once again as you wrapped your arm up around his shoulder and pulled your body into his. You kissed for another moment until you heard the doorbell downstairs. Looking at each other, his lips still ghosted over yours seductively. “Maybe they’ll go away, love,” he smiled before kissing you again, but you heard the doorbell again and Harry groaned lightly.

“I’ll go see who it is. Hold that thought,” you sighed then moved from underneath him as he laid back on the floor once again, smiling to himself, pleased that he had finally kissed you. You walked downstairs, smiling, and peeked through the little peephole of the door, and saw Kari’s eye on the other side, looking into the hole. “Geez!” you gasped, not expecting to see an eye up close. You opened the door and Kari walked in.

“Feed me!” she begged. “Please! I’m starving, babe!” She noticed the paint on your face and clothes and stood back. “Oh, is this a new look?”

“Yeah, it’s known as Monet grunge. Is it me?” you said as you posed.

Kari kissed her cheek. “Sweetheart, you are always beautiful, even with paint face.”

“That’s the truth,” they heard Harry say as he descended the staircase, walking toward them.

“Oh! I’ve interrupted some weird sex thing, haven’t I?!” Your friend finally realized the depth of what she just teased. “Have I?!” she said excitedly.

Harry giggled, as you explained. “Harry helped me paint the spare room today. We just finished a few minutes ago.”

“Oh,” she said, a frowning look of disappointment on her face. “Just actual painting, eh? Alright, then. Now, can you feed me, please? I’ve been drinking and need nourishment,” she begged again.

“No,” you refused, “but I will order some food for delivery. Harry, you in for some food?”

“Sounds good,” he smiled.

The three of you enjoyed some take-away and talked for awhile, until you saw Kari had fallen asleep, in one of the big, comfy chairs in your living room. You looked at her and sighed, then looked at Harry as he grinned at you. You stood and covered her with a blanket, then sat back down again on the sofa, Harry pulling you more closely to him.

“You’re a good friend to her,” he said, thinking your friendship with your best friend was cute.

“She’s a good friend,” you smiled. “Good for my ego, too!” you laughed and Harry chuckled.

“Yeah, think she has a bit of a crush on you,” he said, smiling. “But who wouldn’t have?”

You smiled at his comment, then looked at your friend again. “In the couple of years I’ve lived here, she and I have been through a lot together. I met her the first day I landed in England, at the airport. She had just flown in from a trip somewhere, and Alex was late picking me up, so I sat for a long time waiting on him, and she sat down next to me and kept me company.”

“Just like that?,” he smiled.

“She’s a bit forward, if you’ve not noticed,” you both laughed. “When Alex didn’t show up after 40 minutes, she grabbed my hand and started pulling me to the door, saying I could stay with her until my ‘sod of a boyfriend’, as she called him, got off his ‘bloomin’ arse’ and decided to come get me. She and I just hit it off and have been best friends ever since.”

“It’s good to have one person you can always depend on,” he said, rubbing his hand up and down your arm. “She does lack a good sense of timing though, doesn’t she?” he laughed.

“That she does,” you agreed. “Who is that person for you, Harry? That person you can always depend on.”

“I’d say, choosing only one, my mum,” he said, grinning. “I think it’s important to be close with your family.”

“Yeah,” you said, nodding. “I miss that sometimes.” 

He held your hand sweetly, realizing you didn’t have that with family anymore, and how that must feel.

“I hope you know, you can always depend on me,” he said, lovingly, caressing your jaw with his hand. “I’d like for us to spend more time together, if you want that, too, that is.” 

“I do want that, too,” you said, softly. He gently pulled your jaw closer and kissed you sweetly, then more deeply as you let him pull you into him. You felt the rising heat of the kiss inside of you, before pulling away, as you heard Kari moan and giggle in her sleep, and you both looked at her. Harry chuckled and kissed the side of your head, hugging you, then standing.

“I’m going to go, sweetheart. Someone worked me to death today. Afraid I’m going to be feeling that for the next day or so,” he laughed quietly.

You stood and walked with him to the door, liking the feel of Harry holding your hand. 

“Thank you for helping me paint, today,” you told him. “Would have taken me much longer without your help.”

“I didn’t mind at all,” he said. “It was fun. I always enjoy spending time with you.”

You smiled at each other, as Harry leaned in to you and kissed you sweetly, loving the taste of your lips, pulling you into another deep kiss. You felt his hands move to your waist as he pulled your body closely to his once again. Your hand found his jaw as you returned his kisses, both nearly breathless.

“I also enjoy kissing you,” he grinned.

“Can’t explain how much I enjoy it, too,” you agreed.

He kissed you again, then opened the door. “I’ll call you tomorrow, if that’s okay?”

“Yeah, of course,” you answered. He leaned to you once again, leaving brazen, little kisses on your lips, then walked away. He turned, both of you waving as you watched him leave. Walking back inside, you heard Kari snoring in her chair and left a light on dim so she could see if she woke, then went upstairs, showered, and went to bed.

*

Over the course of the next couple of weeks, you spent time with Harry as you both could, but he soon found he had to travel back to LA for some work needing done. One night while he was there, he video called you.

“Harry?” you asked sleepily, looking at the screen then turning on your light, as it was the middle of the night in London. You had assumed it was Kari, needing you to come pick her up somewhere, either lost or too drunk to find her way back home.

“Hello, love!” you heard Harry’s voice and saw him in the sunshine on the screen. “Shit, I woke you, didn’t I? Forgot about the time difference for a second, I guess.”

“It’s okay,” you assured him. “How is LA?”

“Warmer than London, I’m guessing,” he chuckled, knowing the weather had turned bitter again in England. “Beautiful here today. I wish you were here, you would love it. Ever been to LA?”

“Um,” you think, still a bit bleary-headed but waking. “Yeah, once when I was a kid, but I don’t really remember it very well. I was young.”

“I’d love to bring you here someday,” he replied. “Could show you around a bit.”

“I’d like that,” you smiled.

“I’m sorry I woke you. I was just thinking about you and wanted to see your face,” he explained with a grin.

“I’m glad you did,” you promised. “Always love to talk to you.” Harry smiled from you saying it, liking to hear it. He hoped you liked him as much as he did you. “When are you back, Harry?”

“Saturday,” he answered. “My flight lands Saturday morning. Are you home then?”

“Actually, I have to work this weekend,” you said sadly. “My supervisor has required everyone to work this weekend due to the big snowstorm we’re expecting next week. It’s due-in next Thursday I think, and we have deadlines for printing.”

“That sucks having to work the weekend, though,” he said, disappointed.

“Yeah, it does,” you agreed, “but it’s going to be good money. Double-and-a-half pay will help if we lose time from the snowstorm.”

“Still, you should get time off. That’s at least 10 days of work in a row,” he said.

“It’ll even out,” you replied, trying to convince yourself as much as him.

“I guess what I’m trying to say, is it will suck not getting to spend time with you this weekend, because you’ll be working,” he said, smiling, his dimples shining. “I was looking forward to spending some time with you. I’ve missed you,” he said with a shy grin.

“I’m sorry. I’ve missed you, too,” you replied, disappointed. “Guess we both have our own work obligations. Mine making me work the weekend, yours making you work in LA.”

Harry sighed. “Too true, love. Alright, going to let you get back to sleep. I’m sorry I woke you.”

“I’m not,” you smiled and watched him smile. “Anytime, please.”

“I’ll remind you of that next time I call and it’s 3 in the morning,” he smiled. “Goodnight, sweetheart.”

“Goodnight,” you answered, then disconnected the call. You laid in bed, smiling and thinking about Harry until you fell asleep once again.

*

You worked long hours the rest of the week, and by Saturday evening, you looked at your vibrating phone which showed an incoming call from Harry. You smiled, happy for the respite from your work.

“Hey! Make it back okay?”

“I did,” he said, happily. “How are you?”

“Working my life away,” you sort of joked. “Late night at the office.”

“You’re at work?” he asked, shocked. “Sweetheart, it’s after 10 at night!”

“Yes,” you said, resigned. “One of my co-workers refused to work the weekend and was abruptly fired, so guess who had to take over her column?”

“You’re doing your job and someone else’s? That doesn’t seem rightly fair,” he commented.

“I’m getting a nice bonus because of it, so I’m not complaining,” you yawned.

“Love, I don’t like that you’ll be leaving so late,” he told you. “It’ll take me a bit to get there, but let me come pick you up and get you home.”

“Harry, thank you, but it’s okay,” you assured him. “I’m staying at Kari’s tonight. She’s working, too, so we’ll just crash at her place. It’s not far from here, so it’ll be easier coming back tomorrow morning.”

“I really don’t mind,” he said, but you stopped him.

“I appreciate it, but it’s late and I know you’re tired from traveling. I don’t want you to get out and drive all the way here, then all the way to my house and back home again. It’s really okay, and thank you for offering”.

He sighed heavily. “Alright. As much as I would love to see you, you’re right, I’m exhausted. Are you at least able to leave to go to Kari’s soon?”

“Yes,” you answered with a tired voice. “I’m almost finished for tonight and she’s getting her things together now. Probably won’t even stop for food. I’m ready for my head to hit a pillow.”

“I can imagine so, babe,” he said, hearing how tired you are. “Get some sleep, and hopefully I can see you over the next couple of days. Let me know when you have time, okay?”

“I will,” you agreed. “Working 15 hour days every day is wearing me down. I don’t know how you do that so often in your job.”

“Honestly, sometimes I don’t know either,” he chuckled. “Get sleep soon, love.”

You and Harry didn’t get much chance to spend time together again over the next few days, with your long work hours and his schedule. You stayed at Kari’s, collapsing to sleep every night, and Harry worked long hours at the studio, both of you with deadlines, so your time together was spent only in a couple of short phone conversations.

By Wednesday you were pressed for time, trying to finish your work. The weather forecasters were saying the storm was moving in a bit sooner than they had initially predicted, possibly even that evening rather than the next day. And as much as you loved Kari, you had been living with her for nearly a week and you were just ready to be in your home again. You finally finished all of your work, submitted it to your supervisor, and put on your coat to go outside into the blustery wind and cold. You were prepared this time, knowing the weather was getting bad, dressing appropriately in warmer clothes, snow boots and thick socks, and a heavy coat, with hat, scarf, and gloves. It was quite a walk from work to the nearest tube station, then another long walk from the station near your home to your front stoop. Standing on the warmer side of the glass doors, you stared out at the hard-blowing snow. It was wet snow, too, so you knew the roads, if not already, were going to be a mess soon. You wrapped your scarf tightly around your face and neck, pulling down your hat well over your ears, and tucking the ends of your gloves into your coat sleeves, trying to prevent any cold air from slipping inside. You opened the doors and were nearly knocked off your feet by the strong winter winds, but found your balance and started the long walk to the tube station, hoping they had not started shutting them down due to the weather conditions. It took much longer than usual, as you fought the winds, sometimes nearly being blown over by them. Finally after what felt like years, you stepped onto the platform and saw you had a moment to sit and rest. It was exhausting and, even with the layers, you were freezing. As you sat waiting, you felt your phone vibrating inside your bra and pulled it out with numb fingers. You saw Harry’s name at the top of your screen and started to answer, but then saw the train pull up and stop, so you tucked it back inside your bra and stepped onto the crowded train car. You would call him as soon as you got home, he would understand. After the long trip to your home station, the train finally came to a stop. You made sure you were once again covered well before stepping back out into the frigid, strong winds.

Harry had tried calling your phone several times but got no answer, and you didn’t reply to his texts. He knew the storm had come in earlier than you had expected it to, and was worried about you getting home safely. He even called your office to see if you were still there, but was told you had left long ago. When he still had not reached you and was at his brink of worry and losing patience, he put on his warmest clothes and coat and got into his vehicle, flipping it into 4-wheel drive to combat the storm-ridden roads, then set off to try and find you. Slowly and steadily driving to where your tube station was, occasionally trying your phone again with no answers, Harry traced the roads back to your house, knowing the way you most likely walked. It was dark, wet, terribly windy, and miserable out. He looked up and down the streets and sidewalks, hoping to see you somewhere.

“Come on, love, where are you?” he said to himself. Some of the roads were bad enough that they were already closing them due to high snow drifts and ice, and Harry had a bit of trouble a couple of times getting through. When he was within just a few blocks of your house, his eyes roamed up and down the streets and sidewalks, until he saw the figure of a person walking slowly, trying to get through the snow and ice, then stopping as if needing to rest. Harry got closer, trying to see if it was you, or someone needing help, always willing to help when he could. Seeing the person take another step, Harry saw them fall on their hands and knees into the icy snow, staying in that position for a moment before trying to get up again. Harry pulled his car closer, then quickly stepped out, walking to the person. He pulled the hood of his hoodie and coat over his woolen, cap-covered head, and bent to help them up. He felt panic and relief all at the same time as he realized the person was you.

“It’s me, babe,” Harry hollered against the strong winds. “Come on!” Harry helped you up, but you had trouble walking, your legs and feet frozen and barely able to move anymore. “The car’s just here!” He gripped his arms around your waist and practically lifted you off the ground, moving you to the passenger side of the car, helping you inside, then closing the door. Running back to his side, he climbed in and slammed the door closed, looking at you with worry. 

“Are you okay?” he asked, but you were too frozen to speak, and past the point of exhaustion, closing your eyes and leaning against the head rest of the leather seat. He made sure the heat was on full blast then as quickly as the weather would allow, he drove to your home and into the driveway. Coming around to your side of the car, he helped you to the front door, where he found your keys in your pocket and unlocked the door, getting you both inside the house before closing the door behind you. You were both breathing heavily, and he noticed the ice hanging on your hat and scarf, and on the wisps of hair that had come out from under your winter cap. 

“Babe, are you okay?” he asked, as he helped get your wet outer clothes off of you. You didn’t answer, not really hearing him, just looking at him through exhausted eyes, like you weren’t sure if you were dreaming or not. He pulled off your scarf and hat and removed his own, then rubbed the skin on your face. “Come on, love.”

He helped you into the living room and started a fire in the fireplace. He saw you were just standing…not moving, not talking. Grabbing the floor pillows and warm blankets, he pulled your coat the rest of the way off of you. “Sit here in front of the fireplace,” he said as he helped you down to the floor, knowing your limbs were probably freezing and painful to move. He wrapped a blanket around you, removing his coat and sitting closely to you, his legs around you and wrapping his arms around you, covering your legs with another blanket. “Better?” he asked as he felt you shaking. He saw you nod your head and rubbed your arms and legs, trying to improve the circulation you’d lost from the freezing temperatures. He kissed the side of your face, feeling it’s still freezing. After a bit, he thought you felt a bit less rigid and more relaxed. “How are you doing, love?”

“So tired,” you said, nearly at a whisper.

“Yeah, I’m sure you are,” he replied. “Crazy girl, trying to walk all that long way in this weather. I’m just glad I found you.”

“Couldn’t get…my legs…to work anymore,” you said quietly and shakily.

“It’s okay,” he comforted you. “Gonna get you all warmed up now. I’m just going to go fix us both a hot drink. You stay here in front of the fire, alright?” You nodded as he kissed the side of your head, then stood and walked to the kitchen to make the drinks. In a few minutes, Harry walked back into the living room, just as the electricity went out. He stopped for a second, thankful for the light of the fireplace. He looked and saw you lying down on one of the large pillows in front of the fire. Setting the mugs on the hearth, he sat next to you. 

“Come on, love,” he said, taking your hand. “Made us some hot toddy’s. That should help warm you up inside and out.” You sat up and took the mug from him, your hands still shaking but not as badly. “Power’s out now. Good thing for the fireplace, yeah?”

You nodded, taking another drink. “It’s good, thanks,” you said, holding the cup out a bit, then taking another sip.

“Not everyone’s liking, but when you’re cold, it hits the spot,” he replied with a grin, sipping his own.

You took another sip then sat the mug back on the hearth, pulling the blanket back up to your chin, then hiding your face in its warmth for a moment.

“Feeling better?” he asked, rubbing your back.

“Yeah, much,” you answered, looking at him. “Thank you for coming looking for me.” He grinned at you. “Why did you?”

“Couldn’t find you,” he said, moving hair from your face. “I knew you left work. I called and they said. You weren’t answering your phone. The worry just kept building. I wanted to make sure you got home safely, that you were okay.”

He grinned at you again as you looked at him. You weren’t used to people being that way with you. You’d always been the one who took care of everyone else. Harry had always been sweet to you, and you knew he cared for you, but to risk going out in a winter storm to make sure you were safe…even Alex wouldn’t have done that. You leaned to him and kissed him sweetly on his lips, feeling him pull you slightly closer to him. You pulled back a bit, then he saw you shake again, seeing the exhaustion still in your eyes.

“How about we lay here and rest for a bit, hm? No power for awhile, I’m guessing,” he told you, then adjusted the large floor pillows so you both could rest comfortably in front of the fire. “Gonna have to share those blankets though,” he giggled as you smiled, then lay on the pillow, facing the fire. Harry laid down behind you, covering you both well with the blankets, then wrapping his arm around your waist and kissing the side of your face, then your neck and shoulder. “Rest, babe.”

*

You had no idea how long the two of you laid in front of the fire sleeping, but it was still dark when you woke, hearing Harry snoring lightly in your ear. Somehow you had managed to turn around, facing him. Holding your hand in one of his, he had his other arm under your pillow. You laid beside him, watching him sleep, and thinking. Harry must really like you to have done what he did. At first you felt he maybe had just felt sorry for you after Alex hurt you, and just wanted to be a friend to you. Then over time, you questioned in your mind your level of friendship, or if he wanted more. But his kiss. You’d always heard that you can tell a lot about a person by the kiss you share. You didn’t know what that meant for the longest time, but maybe you were beginning to understand better. You never really felt much of anything when Alex kissed you, besides a kiss. But Harry…that was a different story all together. When Harry kissed you, you felt it from your reeling head to your curled toes. He made you feel like all he wanted was to taste your essence. Like you were the most delicate dessert that he could never get enough of.

You lay, watching his lips. The perfect shade of pink, you thought. And so soft and gentle. You watched them as he slept next to you, feeling the burning desire inside of you to feel his kiss again. You didn’t want to wake him, but God, you loved his kisses. You gently snuggled closer to him and lightly kissed his lips, then pulled back and watched him continue to sleep. You leaned to him again, placing your tender kiss on his lips, lingering a moment longer, then feeling his own kiss you back as his hand squeezed yours lightly. You pulled away again and looked at his face, as he opened his eyes, gazing at you. You saw the firelight in his eyes as he watched you. You swore when he looked at you, he must be able to see straight into your deepest thoughts and feelings. You studied each other, saying nothing, as you leaned toward him and kissed him once more, your lips melting into each others naturally. His hand released yours as it traveled to your waist, your back, drawing you closer to him, as his breath seemed to catch in his throat for a short moment. You felt his leg wrap around yours as he kissed you almost desperately. Slowly moving your mouth from his, to his jaw, you peppered kisses and nibbles along the precision line and down his neck. You heard a light moan from his throat as he rubbed his hand up and down your back, kneading your ass, your thigh, pulling your body as firmly against his as he could with clothes on. Your mouth trailed to his Adam’s apple and kissed it, then lowered inside of his shirt, kissing his tatted chest.

Harry moved his face to yours, kissing you deeply, then traced his lips down your neck, leaving little bites along the way, loving how you whimpered slightly from them. You felt his hand moving inside your shirt, over your ribs, then smoothing his hand lightly over your bra-covered breast. He lifted the fabric of your shirt, kissing the silky top of your breast over the lace trim of your bra, slowly inching the lace down, revealing your nipple. Breathing you into his mouth, he flicked it with his tongue, teasing it into a hard nub. He tasted you before turning you enough to treat the other the same. You watched him as he looked at your breasts, full as they were, fitting perfectly in his large hands as he massaged them, suckling them with his mouth until he was satisfied with how erect and saliva-soaked your nipples have become. He traced his mouth back to yours and kissed you passionately, his breathing increasing as his hands found your waist. Nipping at your lips, he felt your hand move to the large log growing rapidly in his jeans. He moaned at your touch, kissing you even more intensely. He lifted you enough to pull your shirt over your head and unclasped the hooks of your bra, as you made haste of unbuttoning and removing his shirt. His eyes trailed to his jeans, seeing your hand freeing him of them. Harry impatiently slid his jeans down and off, his socks being lost in the denim heap at his feet, then turned back to you. You gasped slightly as you saw his tattoos, prominent against the fire light. Those tattoos do something to you, and it had been ages since you’d seen them. You leaned to him, planting kisses on some of them, darting your tongue over one of his nipples, then nuzzling your face into his soft curls as you felt him unfastening your jeans, while sucking and pulling on your breasts once again.

“Lie back, baby,” he whispered. You did as he said, as he pulled your jeans down your body, still slightly damp from the snow earlier in the evening. He looked at you, lying on the floor in front of him, naked except for your lacy pink panties. His eyes roamed up and down your body slowly, as if he was trying to memorize every measure of you, making you squirm slightly but turned on all the same. He slowly moved over you, like a panther about to devour his prey, and said with wild eyes, “So beautiful.”

You reached your hands to touch his tattoos, then his ribs, as he leaned down and kissed you once again. That kiss. It did things to you that you couldn’t exactly explain. Harry pressed his chest against yours, as his mouth kissed from your lips to the crook of your neck, traveling down until reaching your collarbone, where he once again nibbled and bit at you, sometimes to the point of slight pain, but it was a good pain that you didn’t want to stop. He slowly kissed his way down your body before parting your legs and settling himself between them. He massaged your hips as he kissed across your tummy and groin, then lower further, leaving wet kisses on the insides of your thighs, causing you to barely breathe. He nuzzled his nose into the fabric of your panties from between your legs, up to your most sensitive spot, then kissed it, pulling at your clit through the fabric. Your breasts move rhythmically with your increased breathing, as Harry continued to tease your clit over your panties, until they became soaked from your own wetness. Harry noticed the saturated fabric and moaned, kissing the damp softness of your panties. He looked at you again as your eyes meet, then looked again between your legs, pulling the panties from your body and tossing them on the floor next to you. He placed light, sucking kisses above your clit, enjoying your soft, shaven mound, then nudging your clit lightly with the tip of his nose as you caught your breath. He spread your thighs further apart, holding them down and out of his way, before planting kisses on your lips, parting them with one finger, that then gently slid inside of you. He heard your breathing change slightly, as he nibbled on your inner thighs, kissing each sting to soothe it away. Harry sucked in his breath as he slid two fingers along your slick folds, lightly coating your clit with your wetness, then pushed them inside of you again, his tongue teasing your clit gently.

There was something about the fact that neither of you were saying anything. Normally you loved good dirty talk. Turned you on like nobody’s business. You were a firm believer that a really good kiss, or amazing filthy talk, were some of the best foreplay there was. But the fact that it was completely quiet except for the crackling fire, the spitting ice and snow against the house, and Harry’s mouth tasting your body, somehow made it very intimate. Like he was taking his time, learning what you liked, wanting to pleasure you beyond your expectations, better than you had ever experienced.

You gasped loudly, suddenly shocked out of your thoughts, as you felt Harry’s hot, wet tongue plunge deeply inside of you. He pressed his face firmly between your legs, as you felt his moan vibrating against your most sensitive parts. He swiped his tongue from your lips up to your clit, not once, not twice, but three times, each time a bit more slowly and intentionally, and you moaned loudly from the intense pleasure of it. You’d never been quiet in sex, and Harry was learning that quickly, but it told him he was making you feel exactly as he wanted you to, exactly what you needed to feel. He looked up at you as he suctioned his lips around your clit, teasing it with his tongue, his fingers finding their way inside of you again, curling up and pulling back to him slowly, over and over again, against the spot he knew would do you in. Moaning his name loudly, your hand moved to his curls, pulling his face against you, slowly bucking up against each stroke of his fingers inside you, causing him to moan but not let go of your slippery nub. You couldn’t remember the last time you felt so much during sex. You looked at him again, seeing only his curls between your legs as he worked eagerly to make sure you were enjoying it as much as he was. He kissed your clit, looking at your face as he felt you squeezing his fingers. His tongue traced lightly over you as he continued working you inside. He swallowed hard, pressing his nose against your tiny button, licking you from his hand to your sensitive nerves over and over. Feeling you clamp tightly around his fingers, Harry watched your face as you began to tremor in orgasm. You moaned his name loudly as your body trembled and quaked with overwhelming release. You heard him moan more aggressively as his lips and mouth smacked and drank your juices, cleaning you thoroughly with his strong tongue. Your hands grabbed the blanket under you, balling it in your fists as you slowly learned how to breathe again, looking up at the ceiling as you felt Harry’s fingers move from inside you and rub you gently along your slit, soothing you, then crawling up your body. You saw the glistening remnants of you on his chin and cheeks and now brightly red and swollen lips, shining from the fire’s glow against his face. He smeared his hand lightly over his face, then kissed you, and you could taste yourself on his mouth. He pulled back again as you still saw the wild look in his eyes.

“Again, love?” he asked.

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Thank you for reading Chapter Two of For The Love Of Harry. I hope you liked it, and I welcome your feedback, asks, and comments. Thank you for the good response to Chapter One. I will begin working on Chapter Three this week, and I’m curious to read your reaction to Chapter Two. How you respond to my writings will determine if I continue writing stories to post, so please, if you like it, let me know! Also I will be starting my Music Series, a collection of Harry short stories and one shots, based on songs and lyrics, as well as creating a Masterlist if it seems people are enjoying my writings. Please keep in mind I’m used to writing in screenplay format, so adapting my stories for posting is new to me, and I apologize for any mistakes. And I still deal with my smut-demons, so Harry, if you read any of this and are offended, please feel free to let me know and it is history! :) Thanks for reading!

anonymous asked:

can you make a fic rec of some of your fav fics? any kind and any length? thank you x

7 Up

Chapters: 5/5
Words: 51973

Very loosely based on the British TV show “The Up Series” and somewhat inspired by the song “Something I Need” by Onerepublic, we follow the lives of Harry Styles and Louis Tomlinson in an interview setting every seven years. They fall apart and come together, their lives and emotions recorded. Harry calls it a time capsule. Louis calls it a pain in the arse.

Where Your Heart Is

Chapters: 13/13

Words:  154141 

Louis is ready for his brand new adventure. So what if he suffers from a genetic condition that prevents him from being touched? College is going to be awesome. It has to. Karma kind of owes him right now. Forget about his overprotective mother, or Liam– his entirely too chipper step brother– or his mess of a roommate. Forget about the gloves he has to wear at all times. He’s here to expand his knowledge, write and drown himself in books – No matter how distracting ‘Hallway Boy’ may be– The obnoxious, flirty frat wannabe determined to become the bane of Louis’ existence.

Or, a college AU set in San Francisco where two lost boys who seemingly have nothing in common find inspiration, each other, and themselves in the process.

Elysian

Chapters: 17/17
Words: 81886    

“What could be it, Niall?” Harry asks gently with a sigh. He slouches down further into his chair, crossing his arms lazily across his chest. He is bored. He has been bored for five years straight, but even more so now that his one interest has shut himself out entirely. Harry had not even heard from Louis, not since last night, not since he had gotten on his nerves so much that he was torn between knocking him out and smiling in surrender to the slight awe he felt. Louis is opinionated like no one he’s ever seen, but his voice is honeyed; high-pitched and indignant. Harry is nothing short of entranced.

Or, Harry is running out of time to fall in love, but with Louis, it seems as if there’s all the time in the world.

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anonymous asked:

What are the stories/art you've had the most fun working on and why?

OMG awesome question, I love this. 

Stories wise I would say that I had the most fun with:

You and I (Explicit, Scorpius/Albus, 32k) because it was the first time I’d written these two and I fell utterly head over heels.

and 

- Model Behaviour  (Explicit, Harry/Draco, 48k+, currently at chapter 8/10) because it was a complete accident, and I’m having a blast (and will finish this soon, as there’s only about 2 more chapters to go)

and ART, I think I had the most fun doing: 

- The Story Behind (Mature, Harry/Draco, comic) because the prompt was brilliant and I got to be really creative with it (and invent a dragonfly).  

Thanks for the fab ask, Anon! <3

HELD - CHAPTER 9

// CATCH UP HERE // PLAYLIST // HARRYS INSTA // ERINS INSTA //

A/N - I’m so sorry it’s been over a month since I updated this story, I’ve had a fair bit going on! I hope you enjoy this anyway, and can get back into the story! I’d love to know what you think! Also, I’d love to do some more little blurbs/drabbles with these characters. So, if you have any questions about Harry and Erin’s past or want more info about something in particular I’d love to talk to you about it, and maybe write some more! My inbox is open, come talk to me!

I want to say a massive thanks (as usual) to @cuddlemusclestyles and @islareeveswriting because without their help and support, this chapter would have never actually been written. I love you both endlessly.

Also (shameless self promo) I wrote a piece for the 1DFF Summer Fic Exchange. I really enjoyed writing it, you can read it HERE!

I was giddy, like a school girl who just got told by her best friends friend in the year above, that the boy you liked, liked you back. Although I didn’t have that information passed down to me through the filters of a school system, I knew Harry liked me because he had finally made a move.

The kiss on the cheek that kept me warm for the rest of that winter morning, was like a key to another level of happiness I didn’t know existed. I had spent so much time keeping my feelings locked away, forcing myself not to act on them in fear I would be rejected by him. I thought that after I’d fallen asleep on top of him, and then held his hand in mine, it was always going to be me trying to initiate something between us. It left that small hint of doubt room enough to grow in my mind; that if he was never the one to try anything, then it was obviously a one sided affair.

But two weeks had passed since he’d kissed my cheek, and during that time his strawberry pink lips had become quite well acquainted with the small freckles that lay there on my skin. My fingers were also now very familiar with the rings that decorated his hands as they brushed across the cold surface of them quite often, when our fingers intertwined.

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A New Era: Chapter 1

Originally posted by hobbithowells


The Beginning of A Friendship to Last a Lifetime

OHMYGOSH THE FIRST CHAPTER IS DONE AND I’M SO PROUD OF HOW IT TURNED OUT.

2.8k words

Warnings: None

Genre: Fluff (for now 😉😉)

First submitted character(s) that are in the story are… Lance and Lucy Cane submitted by @presley-the-otter! (note: Lucy is mentioned but not introduced.)
I really hope you guys enjoy, and remember! It’s never too late to submit a character!

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Adrianne (sneak peek)

(This is a quick really little sneak peek of the fanfic I’m writing from this prompt sent by anon, it’s little because I’m only starting it now, - this is the second chapter, - and because I didn’t want to give away too much! Tell me what you guys think!)


“When are you going to return the book?” he asked when she finished talking about the characters of the book.

“Tuesday, probably,” she answered thoughtfully. “I will probably finish this one tomorrow.”

“Do you want me to go with you?” Harry raised his fork to his mouth, tried not to act too interested.

She raised an eyebrow.

“You never want to go with me,” she said suspiciously. “Why do you want to go now?”

“No reason,” he said too quickly. “I just have the day off again, thought it would be good to hang out.”

“Are you sure it’s not because of Draco?”

“Of course not,” he denied.

“What do you mean ‘because of Draco’?” Ron asked.

Harry went silent, not really knowing what to answer to that.

“Draco was working when me and Harry went to the library,” Hermione sighed.

“I thought you said he didn’t work on Mondays.”

“He doesn’t,” she shook her head. “Probably the woman that works there on Mondays couldn’t go.”

“Wait,” Harry interrupted. “You knew he worked there, too?”

“Yes, Harry, I knew,” Ron sighed, already knowing what his friend was like when Malfoy was the subject.

“Why didn’t one of you tell me?”

“I already answered that question, Harry,” Hermione narrowed her eyes. “We knew you wouldn’t give up until you found out exactly why Draco is working in a Muggle library, you would think about it constantly and you would go there to pester him until he told you,” she stated.

“I wouldn’t do such thing,” Harry scoffed, looking insulted.

“The three of us know you would, man,” Ron shrugged.

“Draco need peace, Harry, I already told you he went through a lot, so stop obsessing with him, act like an adult and leave him alone,” Hermione  finished the conversation sternly and got up to take the dishes to the kitchen.

Harry looked down, ashamed, did his friends seriously think that he was like that when Draco Malfoy was the subject?

“Don’t think too much of all this, Harry, seriously is for the best… Hermione got quite protective of him after they started talking,” Ron whispered while eating his ice cream, so that his girlfriend wouldn’t hear him.

“Don’t worry,” Harry sighed. “I’ll drop it.”

They both knew he was lying.


Masterlist

Chapter Seventy-Eight

A/N: Hey guys, I’m having issues with uploading the chapter links to the masterlist, so I apologise for that. If you haven’t read the latest chapter, where Harry and Emmy are at the gala, then you can read that here as this chapter does lead on from that a bit 😊 I’m not too sure about this chapter, I don’t know whether I made it believable, but I hope you enjoy and please let me know what you think 💖

The following day, Emmy sat at her computer with Grace on her lap, scrolling through the articles about the night before to make sure that no one had noticed what her and Harry had been doing. Most of the websites focused on her dress, and had hardly any photos of them once the banquet had begun. There were, however, photos on twitter of the two of them with Grace at the beach – the relief at having not been discovered easily outweighed the anger at having been snapped.

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HELD - CHAPTER 10

// CATCH UP HERE // PLAYLIST // HARRYS INSTA // ERINS INSTA //

A/N - Oh my God, I updated!??! Less than a month after I posted the previous chapter!? It’s a miracle!

Thank you so much to everyone who sent me a lovely message about the last chapter, it was the most feedback I’ve ever had, and it really motivated me to write this chapter! I really hope you like it, and again I’d love to know what you think! My ask is open!

As always a special thank you to my gorgeous besties @islareeveswriting and @cuddlemusclestyles for all their help with this chapter, and general life advice. I love you both very, very much.

“Erin? What do you think of this one?” Harry called over to me.

It was a dreary Saturday afternoon, rain clouds had been hanging low, grey and threatening in the sky for hours, meaning Harry and I had continuously put off our shopping trip until we really couldn’t wait any longer. Even though we were supposed to be shopping for a present for Izzy’s birthday, we’d somehow ended up in the men’s section in Fenwick’s department store, and we had yet to buy anything for the upcoming birthday girl.

He was stood in front of a long mirror, twisting and turning each and every way trying to figure out whether the floral shirt he held in his hands would suit him or not. I stopped just behind him, looking at him in the mirror and smiling when his lips jutted into a pout, showing his conflicting thoughts.

“I like it.” I said confidently. “It suits you.” But then again, the boy could wear a potato sack and still look like he could grace the pages of Vogue.

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Evie x Harry || A Child of Two Worlds

summary; Evie never knew her father, her mother would never speak of him. What happens when he finds out about her? How do others react when they find out he is a pirate? An infamous one at that.

an; inspired by this post @eviarry. Tell me what you think and if I should continue?

Chapter 1

When he had heard of her, it was only to see if she could break the curse upon him and his crew, it took weeks before she would even see him. She made a game of it, after all, she liked to toy with her prey before she went for the kill. If he could catch her, she would give him an answer. If not, well it was amazing what she could do with her magic, even to an immortal.

In the passing weeks he had seen her rip the still beating heart from a man, slaughter an entire village, she ruled her lands with a iron fist and Barbossa found himself falling for her. Her ruthlessness, her strength, her blood lust and her beauty all called to him. For the first time in years he felt something other then numbness. He wanted nothing more then to show her exactly what she did to him.

Grimhilde, herself, had grown rather fond of the immortal pirate. The weeks had shown her the the depths of his character. Yes he was a pirate, but he was smart, he was ruthless, he was resourceful and was willing to do anything to get the result he wanted. She was intrigued and found herself wanting to see what else the pirate could do.

She generously gave him two things the night she finally let him catch her. Her game had grown stale and Grimhilde wanted to take the next step in their foreplay. The answer to his question and a small part of her heart.

They spent a night of passion together, Barbossa shown her what she made him feel and Grimhilde show him exactly how powerful she was. Barbossa was enthralled with the goddess that he had found and found himself worshipping her to the best of his ability.

It wasn’t until a week later Grimhilde gave him his answer.

While she was a very powerful sorceress, the curse on him and his crew was ancient magic. Not something she could break, maybe in a few hundred years, but unfortunately not now. Barbossa hid his disappointment behind a smirk and told her that he’d happily wait a hundred years if it meant he could be with her. She smiled up at him and pressed her lips to his, happy that he still wanted to stay.

Once his was sure Grimhilde was asleep, Barbossa returned to his ship and crew, leaving behind a bright red apple on her night stand and a note, that said he was sorry, but the welfare of his crew came before him and what he wanted. Onwards he went, heading for the next rumour that said it could help him and the crew.

Grimhilde awoke the next morning to an empty bed and the note. As she read it, she felt her heart harden. That small feeling of love she had felt for Barbossa, diminished every time she re-read it. She cursed herself for being weak and opening herself up to another person. It only lead to pain, she knew this now. Never again would Grimhilde let herself love another, there was no one out there looking out for her other then herself.

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Years passed and the next time Barbossa saw Grimhilde, they had both been resurrected and banished to the Isle of The Lost like common riff raff. She caught his eye from across the market, and snarled in his direction. She turned sharply on her heel and glided towards to her castle, her guards in formation around her, her head held high, like he hadn’t crushed that little bit of hope she had felt for him.

It wasn’t the coldness in her eyes that drew his attention or the fact Barbossa knew if she still had her magic, Grimhilde would have obliterated him on the spot. No, it was the small figure grasping the Queen’s hand, skipping lightly to keep up with the Queen’s foot steps. It was a child, a small child.

Barbossa frowned, as the child turned around, feeling his eyes on her. The pirate’s eyes widen in shock, as he saw his own eyes staring back at him, on the face of a little girl. Mentally Barbossa did the maths in his head, trying to work out the last time he had seen the Queen. It shouldn’t be possible, he had been undead when he had been with her, but evidence of their tryst was staring back at him. Her eyes, the shape of her mouth all screamed Barbossa bloodline.

Barbossa couldn’t believe what he was seeing, and wanted to know if the little girl was his child, but he knew Grimhilde would never speak to him without trying to kill him. He watched the woman he abandoned all those years ago and her child walk away. He smirked to himself, as his mind forming a plan to find out the truth.

TBC …

Do I Wanna Know (sneak peek)

This is the sneak peek of the second chapter of my fanfic ‘Tell me that you love me, even if it’s fake’, I had already published a sneak peek for the first chapter here and I thought I could publish a little bit of the 2nd chapter too, so here it is.


When they got to the castle, Blaise and Weasley were still having an apparently interesting conversation, judging by the wild gestures with their hands and arms and the loud voices and laughs. Potter was walking quietly next to Draco, sometimes commenting with the other two boys. Draco was glad to see that it wasn’t too late, he really didn’t fancy a month worth of detention, however he knew that they would be there if the two idiots in front of him didn’t keep their slightly drunken voices low.

“Blaise,” he called. “Can the two of you shut up?”

“No, Draco, we can not shut up. This conversation is really important.”

“Then keep your voices low!”

“Scared of detention, Malfoy?” Weasley smirked.

“Not exactly scared,” he scoffed. “I just don’t want to sit through detention with the three of you, while I could be doing something different and much more productive,” Draco narrowed his eyes. “If you want to stay here, talk loudly and risk getting detention then who am I to stop you. I’m going to bed. Goodnight,” and with a superior look he was on his way.

Draco always had the last word; he made sure of it.

“Malfoy, wait.”

Draco stopped in the middle of the corridor and waited until Potter had catched up with him, not really knowing if he was doing the right thing or if he should be running away.

“I don’t want detention, either,” he justified. “And their conversation isn’t interesting at all.”

“Never thought I’d see the day when Harry Potter preferred my company instead of Weasley’s,” Draco joked.

He actually joked. With Potter. Maybe he had drank too much?

“Shut up, Malfoy” Potter said, but he was smiling.

It was weird to see Potter smile at something he said, Draco thought he might never get used to it, however, he admitted to himself, even though he liked the comfort of the things that remained the same, he also liked some of the changes.

When they got to the 8th year common room, they stopped at the entrance in front of each other in an awkward silence. None of them knew what to say, they weren’t used to being alone with each other and they just stood there looking at one another other, trying to find out what to say.

“I’m going to stay down here for a bit,” Potter started. “Are you going to bed?”

“Like I said before, Potter, I’m tired, so, yes, I’m going to bed. Why wanna come with me?”

Sometimes, Draco didn’t think before he talked; this was one of those times. He wouldn’t have said something like that to Potter, of all people, if he had thought, but, now that the words were out, Draco couldn’t help but smirk when he saw the blush on the other boy’s face. Teasing Potter was also good, like annoying and confusing him.

“Shut up, Malfoy,” the still blushing boy said and licked his lips.

Draco’s eyes were drawn to the movement and he shook his head as if to get rid of the thoughts he wasn’t supposed to be having. Concluding that he had drinked too much, since that was the only explanation for such thoughts, Draco decided that it was for the best if he went to bed.

“Well, Potter, as lovely as it is chatting with you,” Draco said with a hint of sarcasm in his voice. “I must go to bed now.”

Potter just nooded.

“Goodnight, Malfoy.”

“Goodnight, Potter.”


I thought about publishing the fanfic, but I only have two chapters written and I don’t know when I write more, so I really don’t know if I should do it or not. What do you think?

UNEXPECTED REUNION ‘Perfect Life With Him’ Harry Styles fanfiction

Okay so we have like a 2/3 year gap between this and the last post. I had so many ideas about how I wanted this story to go but also really little time to write it. The idea that I wanted Rosalie and Harry to have a break was always there I just couldn`t write the chapters causing the break up. But when Harry`s album came out it was just so amazing and so right for all of my ideas that I just had to write THIS even though there weren`t chapers for so long. So I hope someone will enjoy this little story  twist and the chapter in general :) 

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-Rosalie! 

-Did you come all the way here just to see Harry?!

-Are you two back together?!

-What do you think about his album?!

-Are you still dating the guy we saw a few weeks ago?!

The questions shouted by the paps at me when I enter the Troubadour don`t end. Well, I don`t really know what else I was expecting. I also am not totally sure what I`m even doing here. I wasn`t supposed to be here, that`s for sure. I came to LA just to take part in dance workshops. When I found out Harry would be in the city as well I made a promise to myself to stay away from him. It`s not the time yet for us to see each other. I need more time. I haven`t made up my mind yet. Or have I? I don`t know what was I thinking when I called Jeff two hours ago and asked him to put me on the guest list for tonight. The first thing he said was how happy Harry will be that`ll come to his show. So I asked him not to tell him. I really want to see him on stage, to hear all of those amazing songs live, to see him happy and doing what I know he loves the most. However, I don`t know if I`m ready to see him, for him to see me. Not after everything that has happened the last couple weeks. I shouldn`t have done all of that to him. He doesn`t deserve it. He was nothing but kind and understanding to me when I told him I needed a break, he promised to wait for me as long as he had to. I felt so guilty when the photos of me and John were all over the internet. I just wanted to call him and say how sorry I was. I didn`t want him to find out like that. 

I thought I was doing well without him. I thought that I`m done with thinking about him all the time, missing him. Until his album came out and he was everywhere. It made me realize how much I actually missed him. All I wanted to do was call him and say how much I love the album and how proud I am of him . I wanted to lay in bed with him and listen to him talking about how happy he is, I wanted to be in the first row at his first solo show so he knew I would be there for him, his number 1 fan.

So  I guess that`s why I couldn`t stop myself from coming here tonight.

I really hope he won`t go online and see that I`m here. I don`t want him to know. Not yet.

Jeff set me up with the VIP tickets so lovely venue worker takes me up there when I enter the building. 

Kaia Gerber is the first person I see there. I say hi and chat with her for a little bit. Then more familiar people, Harry`s friends come up. I haven`t seen most of them since Harry and I have split, so I try to catch up with as many of them as I can.

Soon the lights go off and Harry`s band comes on stage. I stop breathing and my heart goes to my throat when I see Harry walk onto the stage. He looks so good. With his hair shorter he looks just like when I have met him for the first time. Of course his fashion choices have changed completely. Instead of skin tight black jeans he`s now wearing wide gold pants. He looks great though.

The moment he starts singing I feel like the time stops, like there`s nobody else in the room. Like he`s singing just to me.  


Remember, everything will be alright
We can meet again somewhere
Somewhere far away from here

“It`s okay Rose. Really. I love you and I know you love me too. Even if you`re doubting it right now. And you know I`m actually happy that you got those doubts now, before the wedding and not after it. You can go, live without me for a while. See how that works out for you. But I know deep inside that you are the one for me. I will never love anyone the way  I love you. And I know that eventually we will meet again. If not in a few months that maybe in a few years but in the end we`ll grow old together. This I`m sure of.”  That`s what he said when I told him that I wanted to postpone our wedding and leave him and every time I hear Sign of the times it`s all I can think of.

Next song is Sweet Creature a song he has actually written when we were still together. He played it to me. Said he wrote it when I was on tour with him, about how much he appreciates that I agreed to go with him, how at home I made him feel no matter where he was.
 The rest of the songs makes me quite emotional but when he finally plays From the dining table I just cry. I can feel how badly I hurt him even though he pretended like he was okay with me needing some time apart this songs proves how much I hurt him. 

 

We haven’t spoke since you went away
Comfortable silence is so overrated
Why won’t you ever be the first one to break?
Even my phone misses your call, by the way 

……..

Maybe one day you’ll call me and tell me that you’re sorry, too
But you, you never do

When the song is finished I`m frozen in my spot. I can`t move. I`m just looking at him. Suddenly all the lights in the venue are turned on and he looks up to smile at the crowd. But his eyes meet mine. I see his smile fade. He looks confused as if he`s not sure if I`m actually here. i can`t stand his stare. My guilt is eating me away, so I ran away. I just leave as quickly as I can and run. I make it to the exit when I notice all the paps waiting outside and stop in my tracks. Seconds I spend thinking what to do next are enough for him to find me.

-Rosalie!- I hear Harry behind me. I don`t want to turn around I don`t want to see the hurt in his eyes, but my selfish need to see him after all this time is stronger so  I turn around…

-It`s really you. - he says. His eyes seem happy. Mine must be full of guilt because he doesn`t say anything else, but wraps his strong arms around and hugs me. 

-I`m sorry.- I cry out. My tears are soaking his shirt.

-Shhh. Don`t. It feels so good to have you in my arms again. Right now I don`t care if you`re here just for the show, if you`re not coming back yet or if you came to tell me that we`re over. Just give me this few seconds to have you again. - He`s right. It does feel amazing. I start doubting if I really need more time, maybe this just proves that I can`t live without him, that no matter how good someone else is going to be to me no one is ever going to be better than him. 

After a few minutes he pulls away.

-I have a reservation at a restaurant near. A few people are coming. You know most of them. Please come? - he looks at me with those eyes that I just can`t say no to so I nod and he smiles again. what I want to do but I`m going t

Harry takes my hand and walks us backstage where everybody else is. Soon we all get into cars and drive to the restaurant. We don`t talk but he keeps me close to him all the time. I don`t yet  what I want to do but I`m gonna give him this for now. He deserves that. 

We don`t really talk during the dinner either but I catch Harry looking at me a couple times. 

Eventually most of the people leave and it`s only me, Harry, Jeff and his girlfriend. 

-Okay guys. I think we`re gonna be leaving too.- Jeff says.- It was great to see you Rosalie. And stay away from the trouble you two. There`s tons of paps waiting for you outside so you might want to take the back door.

-Than you Jeff.- Harry nods.- I`ll call you tomorrow to sort things out. 

We say goodbye to them and then sit in silence for a while.

-So..- Harry starts.- I guess we should talk. - he says and i nod.

-But maybe not here. And maybe not now. We could meet tomorrow, maybe?

 -Yep. Okay.- he nods.- I’m not ready to let you go tonight though. - he sighs and my heart breaks a little.

 -Drive with me to my hotel then. - I say and notice his eyes light up. - We’ll get some time on our way there and we could always get a drink at the hotel bar. - he nods. We call a cab and leave the restaurant through the back as Jeff’s suggested.

On the way to the hotel I tell him how much I love the album and how proud I`m of him. He tells me a bit more about and asks about how my school is going. Soon we pull up in front of my hotel. Too soon for Harry`s liking. 

 -Let me come inside with you.- he grabs my hand when I start gathering my stuff. His eyes are begging me to say yes. My mind screams no. But my heart wants it as much as him. 

I nod. There`s relief visible on his face and a tiny smile creeps in.

Harry asks the driver to go to underground garage as we notice paps in front of the hotel. When he drops us off we quickly make it to my room without passing too many people.

- We should order some room service. - I break the silence as we`ve been standing in my room quietly for some time now.

-Sure. Are you hungry?

-Not really. Let`s just get some drinks.

-You haven`t eaten anything at the restaurant and it`s been a while since the start of the show so it must`ve been ages since you ate something.- Harry looks at me with those worried and judge at the same eyes I know too well.- Are you skipping meals again? 

-No, of course I`m not. It`s just been eventful day and you know I don`t get hungry when there`s so much going on.- I try to defend myself.

-You do get hungry. You just don`t bother to take some time to eat.- he sighs.- I`m ordering you something to eat.- he says as he picks up the hotel phone.- Hello. I would like to order fries, mac and cheese, grilled cheese, bottle of your best sweet red wine and one mojito. -he stops for a minute and listens to what someone on the other side is saying..- Uhh… room..- he looks at me for an answer.

-276- I murmur.

-276.- he repeats. – Oh and I would like to pay for it straight away. So if you could just bring the receipt and not put it on the room, that would be lovely…. Ok, great. Thank you very much.

-You know I might have taken a break from  work this year but I still could afford that. You don`t have to pay.

-I know. – he nods.- How is it then? – he asks.- The break? Do you like it?

-I love it.- I sit on the sofa next to a huge window with an amazing view of the city. – It`s exactly what I needed.

-Yeah. It`s nice to get some time away from this whole spotlight. And how are your studies? You like them?

-Yep. You know I`m a nerd so I enjoy learning again probably more than I should. And it`s even better since I do actually get to go to classes more often than I did in high school. – we both laugh and are interrupted cuz our room service is delivered.

-Who`s going to eat all of that?- I ask when I see all the food he`s ordered. -  You could feed like three more people with that.

We eat. We talk. We talk a lot. As we talk the distance between us gets closer all the time. We started at the other ends of sofa. Now 2 hours later, we`re both in the middle, our thighs touching.

Soon Harry shifts so he`s kind of facing me. His eyes wander all over my face before they stop on my lips. My breath catches in my throat. I know what he wants to do and I know I shouldn`t let it happen but I can`t. I tell myself to stand up or do something but I just can`t.  Before I get a chance to do anything Harry leans in and his lips land on mine.

 At first I`m unable to move but then the feeling of his lips is too much to take. It`s like a drug I was addicted to and haven’t had in so long. Too long. He tastes exactly the same as I remember. It`s the taste I was trying to forget so hard for the past few months. 

Harrys` hands tangle in my hair, I put mine around his neck. The kiss is sloppy and rapid. We`re trying to make up for the lost time. He moves one hand to my hip and nudges me to get closer to him. Wanting to be closer as well I get onto his lap. My hands go to his hair and it`s so weird. The last time I kissed him he still had long locks and now his hair is short. I don`t get too much time to contemplate about it as Harry grabs the hem of my shirt and pulls it over my head. He throws it and picks me up to carry me to the bed. His lips leave my lips and travel down to my neck. He leaves kisses there before moving to the tops of my breasts.

When I tilt my head I notice my phone lighting up. This brings me back to reality. I realize what`s going on and instant guilt washes over me. I have to stop it.

-Stop.-   I whisper but I don`t think Harry hears me.- Harry please stop. – I say louder this time. He stills and looks up to see my face.

-Something wrong?- he asks anxiously.

-I`m sorry Harry.- tears gather in my eyes.- We can`t. I can`t. I…

-You`re still with him, right?- sadness floods his eyes. He comes up and lays down next to me.

–I`m sorry.-I turn away from him.

-Shh..- Harry wraps his arms around me.- It`s okay.

-No Harry! It`s not!- I say too loudly.- I`m so sorry. I shouldn`t have even started anything with him. But I couldn`t forget about you and he was so nice and saw just a normal girl in me. I just liked being just Rosalie again. But I hurt you. I know I did.- he doesn`t say anything. We just lay for some time before he speaks again.

-I met someone as well.- he whispers.

-I know. – I admit.- Townes. Right?- I ask.

-Yes. I didn`t know if I should put the song on the album. I didn`t want you to hear it. I didn`t want you to think I forgot about you. Because I haven`t. I didn’t` even try. I turned down every woman that hit on me. But her…- he stops for a second.- When I saw her at first I thought it was you. She looked just like you. And when I talked to her it was like talking to you. You two are so much alike. But it  wasn`t you. When I woke up and saw her I felt sick. Sick that I slept with someone else, but also that I was selfish enough to use an innocent girl just because she reminded me of you.

-I`m glad you put the song on the album, I absolutely love it.

 Harry stays the night with me. For the most of it we lay next to each other, from time to time talking. I don`t know what it all means. I don`t know what will happen tomorrow . But I do know that Harry is the love of my life and no matter how much fun I had with John he will never replace him.

anonymous asked:

Hello! What I'm looking for might be a one-shot but I'm not sure. The only thing I can remember is Hermione is called into the auror's office by Harry because Draco and Ron had a fight about her. Harry didn't do anything about it because he thinks Ron deserves to be beaten up after what he did to Hermione.

Hi, that’s this:

Mousetrap, Part I and Part II by olivieblake - M, 2 chapters -
Based loosely on the plot of the movie “Sleeping With Other People.” Hermione is dealing with her “love addiction” (read: pining) for Ron, who’s long since moved on; Draco is sleeping with everything that moves. When they run into each other 6 years after the war, they both manage to find a little healing.

The bit you mentioned is in the 2nd part.

-gumwouldbperfection

anonymous asked:

What do you think of "The Prince's Tale" as a chapter?

I think it’s pretty startling, to be honest - from start to finish.  I love the exit line, of Harry feeling as if Snape could’ve just left the room, and I love the start where, somewhat ironically, Voldemort says:  “You have fought valiantly. Lord Voldemort knows how to value bravery.”  …and we later learn that one of the bravest men of the series had just been cruelly felled by him for his own personal gain.

I think it’s devastating for Harry, that he finds out the truth about the talented, powerful wizard just a few hours too late - that he could’ve had Snape on his side, and just like Dumbledore, and Sirius, and Lupin, and all of the others…he’s another father figure laid to waste.

I thought it added some much needed backstory to Snape, and it explained an awful lot about his interactions with the Marauders.  I knew as soon as I read Half Blood Prince that it was 90% likely that Snape was a working class kid ‘done good’, and he wasn’t just hiding out in a Muggle dunghill out of convenience.

So it was good to have that validated, and it wasn’t shied away from - he was presented as a neglected kid, and I liked that juxtaposition between the dramatic and severe Headmaster who we’d encountered a few chapters earlier, “It is I!” and the neglected impoverished kid that he’d once been.

Heartbreaking, really.

I’ve said before that it’s not how I would’ve written it - but given the story we had in canon, it’s a chapter that I’m very very fond of.

The Chaser gets chased (2/4)

Author’s note: Hello again! Here’s the second chapter of my first Noorhelm story. I got several really nice messages about the first chapter, so fingers crossed for the second one. Do let me know what you think! I love reading your thoughts about it! Also, a little tip for people who are unfamiliar with the HP verse: take a look at the Harry Potter wikia page to get a better feel for certain terms - especially with this chapter featuring Patronuses!

Oh, something else: Noora and Eva are the same age as William and Chris in this story. Everyone else’s age is canon. Just to clear things up!

I found the source of the promt by the way: I’ll link it here. Maybe you might be inspired by the other prompts - please tag me if you are! I’d love to read your work!!!

Now, without further ado: chapter two! (Oops: The rhyming was completely unintended, I swear!)


CHAPTER 2

Two days have gone by since William and Noora’s spat in the Great Hall. The Gryffindor isn’t proud of it but she’s been going out of her way to avoid running into the Ravenclaw. Despite having her friends by her side distracting her as best as they could, Noora’s still licking her William-inflicted wounds.

Today’s Defense Against the Dark Arts class offered her a little reprieve from the heartache. The Sixth Year Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs have begun studying the Patronus charm and, under the watchful eye of their professor, spent the second half of their two-hour period trying to conjure one of their own.

Noora is the only one in her class who’s managed to produce more than a few wisps of silvery clouds. Her Patronus was an Uncorporeal one, without a distinguishable shape to it, but she’s still high on endorphins when the professor dismisses their class.

“What were you thinking about, Noora?” One of her fellow Gryffindors prods.

“Yeah, Noora,” Another classmate shouts. “Tell us!”

Noora smiles but refuses to divulge how she did it. She’s not entirely sure she knows herself what memory she used. Eva looks proud of her.

“You’d think you were a rock star.” The Hufflepuff smiles teasingly. Noora smirks a little bashfully. “How about lunch, superstar?”

Noora hesitates when she and Eva get to the Great Hall: usually they’d go and sit with Chris and the others, but things have changed. Eva wordlessly grabs her hand and drags her best friend to the Hufflepuff table. They take a seat next to a group of younger girls.

“Hi, Eva, Noora.” The perky blonde smiles widely. Her friend, a brunette rolling a spoon around in her mouth and making eyes at one of her housemates, just nods in greeting.

“Hi Vilde.” Noora smiles back. “How did things go with that Charms essay of yours? Did my notes from our tutoring session help you in any way?”

Vilde nods gratefully. “Yes, I meant to thank you for that. I even earnt five points for our House in today’s class. Professor Banning was really pleased with my improvement.”

“Good job!” Noora gives the younger girl two thumbs up. “Let me know if I can help with something, okay?”

“Thanks, Noora. You didn’t have to.” Vilde sounds touched by the kindness of the popular older student. “I appreciate your help.”

“Don’t mention it.” Noora winks at her and dives into the food on her plate.

Vilde drops all talk of schoolwork and starts relaying today’s gossip. Noora usually stays far away from the rumor mill – too often involuntarily taking on a starring role in some of the juicier stories going around – but today she hums and gasps at all appropriate times. She could use the distraction and she’s pleasantly surprised when her name doesn’t come up once.

But maybe she spoke too soon. Suddenly, Vilde stops talking and just looks at the Gryffindor in front of her.

“What is it?” Noora feels a little uncomfortable with the staring. “Do I have something on my face?”

Vilde shakes her head. “It’s just…” She hesitates. “I was just wondering… You see, there’s talk about…”

Noora gets an uneasy feeling – fearing that the conversation will turn to a topic she really doesn’t want to discuss – when Eva saves her.

“Hey, Vilde,” Her best friend addresses the younger Hufflepuff. “What’s been going on today? It seems as if it’s quieter than usual in here.”

Vilde shrugs and drops her nosing in Noora’s personal life. “I heard something about the Sixth Year Care of Magical Creatures students being shaken up about class. Apparently, they’re studying Thestrals in that class. I guess I’d be freaked out too if I saw a winged horse with a skeletal body and a face that looks like a reptile.”

“Someone could see them?” Eva asks. Noora looks over at the group of Sixth Year Care of Magical Creatures students she knows rather well and notices the quiet surrounding the usually vivacious group of friends sitting at the Ravenclaw table. Her heart hurts when she sees William’s hunched form.

Chris Berg, Vilde’s friend, nods gravelly. “William Magnusson. He was the only one. I’ve heard he hasn’t spoken a word since class let out.”

Noora is still looking at William. He’s sat with his back facing her so she can’t see his face, but she takes notice of the tension in his body. The sadness comes off him in waves and Noora loses her appetite at the sight of the Ravenclaw in pain. She wishes there was something she could do to take his mind off it.

Noora absentmindedly gets out her wand and starts twirling it around her fingers. The secure feeling of the wood calms her nerves – almost like the presence of a friend. She can hear Eva talking to Vilde and Chris about their Defense class, praising Noora’s success with the Patronus charm, and suddenly Noora knows. Just because she isn’t within William’s proximity, doesn’t mean she can’t show her support. Or distract him from his thoughts.

The Gryffindor closes her eyes – forcing her brain to recall the happiest memories she has – and slightly lifts her wand. She doesn’t open her eyes when she whispers the spell but she does feel the magic sprouting from her wand. When she hears several loud gasps and a few surprised shouts echoing, she dares to peek.

She’s exceeded her attempt from class – the silvery cloud that escaped the tip of her wand now has a distinguished shape. There’s a brightly shimmering dolphin swimming through the air and as soon as it’s reached the Ravenclaw table, it starts tumbling above William’s head and trying to catch his attention.

William turns around when the Patronus hides behind his back – trying to keep his gaze on the playful animal. Noora’s lips curl upwards in a gentle expression when she sees the way William smiles. She feels as if she’s stepped into a warm beam of summer sunlight when she spots the awed look on his face. The fondness she feels because of William’s carefree expression makes her feel as if her heart is going to burst and her Patronus shines a little brighter as a consequence.

She continues watching William staring at her Patronus before she notices some movement behind the dark-haired Ravenclaw. The boy’s friends have all turned to look where the dolphin came from and Noora sees their mouths falling open when they realize she conjured it. Some of them waggle their eyebrows at her, giving her teasing smirks and mouthing ‘whipped’ at her, but Chris just winks at her. She doesn’t need to hear the words to understand that he means it as a ‘thank you’. Noora blushes a little and looks away from them.

Her eyes drift from William and her Patronus to the teachers’ table. Her Defense Professor has been looking for the student who cast the spell and raises his glass in congratulations at Noora when their eyes meet. At the very least, her silly little crush - like Sana, Noora’s favorite study buddy in Slytherin, had named it - will get her House some points for the House Cup.

The Gryffindor allows her Patronus to disappear – feeling the magic drain out of her the longer she keeps the spell intact – and feels a little guilty when she spots William’s disappointed look. The bell rings, signaling the end of lunch, and Eva bids Vilde and Chris a hasty goodbye before she grabs hold of Noora’s arm and drags her up the marble staircase to the first floor. The Gryffindor protests when she recognizes the bathroom they’re headed for.

“No! Absolutely not!” She digs her heels into the floor and tries to stop Eva from opening that door. “Not Moaning Myrtle’s bathroom! Whatever we talk about in there will be all over Hogwarts before the end of this period!”

Eva reconsiders her initial destination and then opts for an empty classroom on the other end of the hall.

“Are we skipping? Because I don’t think McGonagall is going to approve.” Noora rambles. Eva’s actions are making her nervous. “Besides, we’re studying Animagi and that’s about the only interesting thing we’ll see in Transfiguration this year and…”

“Oh, shut up, would you?” Eva locks the door behind them and casts a Muffliato Charm on the door. When she turns around to look at the blonde, she seems two seconds away from passing out in excitement. “Now, you want to tell me what that was about?”

“Shouldn’t I be asking you?” Noora asks. She’s got a good idea what Eva’s hinting at, but she won’t give in that easily. “You’re the one making me skip class, dragging me into an empty classroom and casting spells to keep others from overhearing us! I love you, Eva, but I’m not making out with you and risking Chris’s wrath!”

Eva rolls her eyes at her friend. “Don’t act dumb, Noora. We both know you aren’t.”

Noora pouts. “I might as well try.”

“Well?” Eva asks again. “Are you going to tell me or am I going to have to guess?”

“What do you want me to say?” Noora takes a seat on one of the desks in the room and petulantly looks at the toes of her shoes. “What even is there to say?”

Eva wants to scoff and say ‘plenty’ but instead she chooses to go with a soft-spoken “What were you thinking of?”

Noora shrugs. “Don’t really know, to be honest. I just… I let my brain take over, let the memories flow freely through me, and just cast the spell.”

“What memories?”

“All kinds. Finding my wand, moving here, starting Hogwarts, meeting you and the guys and…”

“And William?” Noora doesn’t reply. Her breath hitching gives her away, though.

The friends fall silent for a bit, Eva giving Noora a moment to sort through her thoughts.

“I just…” The Gryffindor whispers. “He was looking so sad and… I wanted to make him feel better, you know. But I know that he doesn’t really like having me around all that much and after what happened the last time we had dinner together… I didn’t want to push it, I guess?”

Eva wraps both her arms around her friend’s thin shoulders. Noora’s blonde head nestles into the crook of the Hufflepuff’s neck. “This is nice,” Noora giggles. It sounds watery. “Now I understand why Chris keeps you around. You smell good.”

“I hope he likes me for more than just my choice in perfume.” Eva huffs. Noora giggles again. “Can I ask you something else?”

Noora nods. “Your Patronus got brighter at one point. Like… at first it shimmered, but then it looked like actual starlight…”

“William smiled.” Noora has her eyes closed and a soft look on her face. “He looked so carefree in that moment. He should smile more. William’s got a beautiful smile.”

Eva’s embrace tightens temporarily, her body stiffening up against Noora’s. She places her head on top of Noora’s.

“Oh, Noora,” Eva sighs. “This is more than a crush, isn’t it?”

“It was never just a crush.” Noora whispers. Her voice sounds really frail and Eva’s heart breaks for her friend. “It was always only William. It’ll always be me and William.”

“He needs to know.” Eva mutters. “He needs to know that you care about him. For real.”


Author’s note: Et voilà! There you have it, my darling readers: Chapter two. I really like this scene… dunno. Let me know what you think! I’ll upload again this weekend! And get ready for some DRAMA! Thank you for reading!

anonymous asked:

I was rereading the chapter in NG where Harry wonders why LV is looking like TR again, and he realize that he thought about how handsome TR was, and maybe LV used legilimency on him to know some stuff. Soo Voldemort did that because of Harry, or to the public? To be more charming to the people? Also made me wonderig if canon LV in the books maybe wanted to look good again. What do you think?

Honestly the main reason he changed his appearance in NG was because Harry called him a monster… but then that made him think about the future, and seeing as he’s trying to make the world not see him as an insane dictator, realized that a monstrous appearance wouldn’t really work in his favor (though his slowly increasing ability to think logically again and his sanity will be explained more later - if the progression has even been noticeable from how he behaved in the first few chapters).

In the books I think it could go either way. I don’t think he cared about looks necessarily, just power, and his resurrected body sounded pretty frail (he also said he’d settle for his old body and power ‘for now’…) mso I think it could be argued that he’d eventually get a new body in a 'Voldemort wins’ scenario. I don’t know if it would be a good-looking body, but I guess why not? Especially when he grew up attractive.