yeah one direction

anonymous asked:

are there any bands that you dont rly post abt much but do rly like?? love you <3

Love you! And yeah !!! I looooooveeee One Direction but I try not to post about them too much on here, so I have a sideblog for them @edwcrdz :-) also The White Stripes and Ariana Grande even though I know that’s not a band skdjgs I deleted my Ariana sideblog but I wish I hadn’t D:

The very fact that someone feels the need to say “I’m not ashamed to admit I like One Direction” implies there is a reason to be ashamed of liking One Direction. This plus “I’m not a fan of One Direction but…” “I’ve never heard One Direction but…” is really bothering me. Why feel this compulsion to say such a thing? Oh yeah One Direction’s management…

it’s so strange to see people say sott “doesn’t sound like one direction”. of course it doesn’t, because it isn’t one direction. yeah, harry’s a member of it, but the whole point of their hiatus is so they can explore their own personal music styles—just like niall’s and louis’ singles don’t sound like one direction. i think people are taken aback with how much talent they have when you take them out of the mold. which isn’t to say they didn’t have talent, because that’s obviously what drew us to them in the first place, and how they’ve acquired such a large fanbase, but they didn’t get to flourish to their full potential with all those restrictions. the more they’re allowed to write their own songs and control their sound, the more impressive they become. we’re seeing a side of them we never saw before.

Red Coat.

NO REQUEST.

A short and sweet something based on Harry’s glorious red coat from the Kings Of Leon concert a couple of days ago. I woke up to these and my mind has been nothing but naughty thoughts and mental images of Harry in nothing but that red coat since they’ve been posted. 

Not my best smut so I apologise; but, like I said, feedback on my smut is always wonderful because it’s a new topic for me and I need to improve - I know I do! - so your words of improvement will always be great and helpful for me.

** Warning: This includes a little smut and mature language. Nothing too heavy but if you feel uncomfortable then skip this story. **

We could also consider this as some birthday smut in a way because I wrote smut and it was posted on Harry’s birthday … Right? … Yeah? … There is some birthday fluff coming up today though; I promise you. New Daddy Harry fluffy. ;)))

Enjoy. xx

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Taboo.

I know I can’t apologize enough for how long it took me to write this. I know it’s been months and I’m the worst person ever but it’s finally here. If you haven’t read the other chapters or forgot what happened because it’s been ages since you read it they can be found on my masterlist. I apologize for any sloppy parts or any mistakes. Please forgive me for being so unreliable.xxx

Chapter four

When Harry heard the doorbell ring at 8 o'clock in the morning he couldn’t help but groan and turn around with a annoyed frown on his face. When it rung again he opened his eyes and released a defeated sigh. He knew Gemma wasn’t home, not until tonight because she was visiting a good friend up in Newcastle. Seemed like he had to get up.
He put on a old grey shirt that had tiny holes and ripped spots but it was comfy and he just couldn’t throw it away. He jogged down the stairs, shouting “Coming!” when the person behind the door pressed down on the doorbell again.
He opened the door and his eyes almost fell out of his head when he saw who it was.
Y/N.
“Oh, Harry. Goodness, did I wake you?”
Her voice was panicked, as were her eyes, scanning his half naked body.
“Good morning to you too, love.” he chuckled nervously.
“Good morning.” she breathed with a smile.
“S'okay by the way. It’s actually good that you woke me up, would have slept until noon otherwise.”
“Alright. Uh, well… I’ve got a date with Gemma.”
She was nervous. He noticed it the moment she lied her eyes on him. Her voice was quivering and her eyes were darting around, never finding a place to look at longer than a second.
“Well, Gemma is not here. She is visiting a friend in Newcastle and will be back tonight.“
“Oh. Wait… Today is Sunday, right?”
“Saturday, love.” he smiled softly at her.
“Oh. Oh, goodness I’m so stupid. Sorry, I-I’ll go now. Sorry for waking you. I’m sorry.”
She turned around quicker than Harry could react, walking to her car that was parked in the driveway.
“Wait!” he called before she could open her car door.
She turned around slowly and looked at him with a questioning look.
“Did you already have breakfast?”
She shook her head no. Harry sent her a smile, opened the door and motioned for her to come in.
“Harry, you really don’t have to. I mean-”
“I want to. C'mon now.”
She hesitated a bit before she nodded and stepped into the apartment.
“I’m quickly going to change, yeah? I’ll be right back.”
“Alright.”
She was going crazy. And she didn’t know why. But ever since that moment a few days ago something was different.
She was thinking about him. Often. In the most random situations.
She was making coffee and for some reason she thought about him.
She was removing her makeup and then he crossed her mind.
She blamed it on that one moment they had. She found him cute before that but now she found him… appealing?
They connected, she felt it. The fact that he knew how she felt was strange because whenever she told somebody about it they looked at her confused but Harry… he understood.
Ever since that moment she thought about the other things that happened too, like the moment he caught her when she almost fell down. Or the moment when she aimed to kiss his cheek but landed on the corner of his mouth.
She wondered how it would feel to have his lips pressed against-
“Alright, m'ready.”
She looked at him dumbfounded for a moment, her thoughts clearly distracting her. Her eyes wandered from his mesmerizing eyes to his raspberry lips which looked so damn soft and so kissable and-
“You okay, love?” he asked concerned.
“W-What? Oh, yeah. Sorry.” she stammered.
He nodded and made his way through the hallway over to the kitchen, turning around when he didn’t hear her walking behind him.
“You coming?”
“Uhh, yeah.”
She shook her head as if she was trying to shake those thoughts out of her head. It didn’t work.
“Okay, so I thought I’d make some pancakes? With yogurt and fruit on it? How’s that sound for you?”
“Sounds amazing.”
“Good.”

***


He finished breakfast within twenty minutes, serving her the most delicious food someone could imagine. She was amazed how good it all tasted, the pancakes were the best she ever had and the scrambled eggs were absolutely perfect as well.
Their conversation was great too. They were talking about their families, their jobs and they were… getting to know each other.
During all this time both of their hearts were beating faster than normal. It felt like a date. A real, proper date. A amazing date.
“Harry, that was absolutely amazing.” she sighed contently when they both finished eating.
“Yeah? I’m glad you liked it. Gemma always says my scrambled eggs are too salty.”
“No it was absolutely perfect.” she reassured him.
They smiled at each other for a moment before Harry got up and collected the dishes, Y/N quickly getting up and helping him.
“You don’t have to help, love. S'okay.”
“Nope. No way am I going to let you do the dishes alone after you already prepared the most delicious breakfast in my whole life for me.”
Harry chuckled and let her, telling her to put them in the dishwasher.
It felt to be like that with her. It felt like this was a everyday action that they always did together. Like they were together.
In a way they connected even more during the time they spent. There was something between them that they both couldn’t quite pinpoint or describe. They were like two magnets. There was a pull between them.
When they finished putting away the dishes they stood in the middle of Gemmas kitchen, both not really knowing what to say and both not wanting Y/N to leave.
“Well, I guess I’m going to leave now. Disturbed you enough, haven’t I?” she chuckled nervously.
“You haven’t disturbed me at all, love. Was nice to have breakfast with you.” he sent her a gentle smile.
She looked at him for another few seconds before she took a step forward and engulfed him in a tight hug. Harry released a surprised ‘oh’ when her body crashed against his but wrapped his arms around her immediately. When she felt him hugging her back she pulled him even tighter to her, her face nuzzling into his neck and her nose inhaling his scent that was making her feel dizzy. His hands stroked over her back in slow circles, squeezing her tighter towards his chest every few seconds. His face was nuzzled into her neck as well, the scent of her hair mixed with her cologne was almost overwhelming.
After a two way too short minutes she pulled back, very slowly and Harry almost thought she wanted to kiss him when she stopped with her face right before his face and her eyes wandered to his lips. She didn’t though.
She pulled back completely and when she realized what just happened her eyes widened with shock and her cheeks turned pink.
“Oh god, I’m sorry. Shit, I’m so sorry. I-I didn’t mean to-. I’ll just leave now. Thank you for the breakfast.”
She left and slammed the door shut before Harry could react. He stood there in the middle of his sisters kitchen completely dumbfounded. He heard her shouting ‘fuck’ from outside, which finally snapped him out of his trance.
Fuck, indeed.
She hugged him.
But it wasn’t a normal ‘thank you for the breakfast, I’ll leave now hug’.
It was a proper squeezing each other and being as close as possible hug.
He still felt the ghost of her arms around him and her lips on his shoulder and how they were pressed to his skin there, not in a kiss but simply squeezed against his skin because she was so close.
Harry knew in that moment he fell for her. He was completely in love with her.
It couldn’t be anything else but love.
He’s never been in love before but he was sure this was what it felt like.
He never felt this way before. Never did he meet a girl that took away his breath the first time he saw her. Never before did he feel butterflies erupting in his stomach when a girl kissed his cheek. Never before did he enjoy talking to a girl as much as he did with Y/N. Never before did he open up to a girl so quickly. And never before did he connect with a girl before.
But with Y/N everything felt different. She was like a breath of fresh air. Like sunshine after years of darkness.
She was the girl he subconsciously wrote every song about. She was the girl he never thought he’d find.
And when she hugged him he felt something change between them. Like something snapped in place.
He knew she felt it too. He saw how she looked at his lips. He felt how tightly she held on to him. And for a moment he allowed himself to think she felt the same when she saw him.

***


The next morning he hoped to wake up to Y/N ringing the doorbell again but it didn’t happen. He stood up with a sigh, getting ready in the bathroom and putting his running clothes on. He needed a good run to clear his mind.
He went downstairs, making his way to the kitchen but stopping dead in his tracks when he saw her shoes and her jacket at the front door.
Right.
She had a date with Gemma today.
He gulped before he took a deep breath and walked towards the kitchen where he knew she would be.
“Good morning.“ he said when he entered the kitchen.
“Good morning.” they both replied.
He sent Y/N a soft smile, her cheeks turning lightly pink.
He walked over to where his sister was preparing some tee, kissing her cheek when she handed him a mug.Y/N almost melted at the loving gesture.
“You’re going for a frown again?” Gemma asked him with a frown.
“Um, yeah.” he nodded and took a sip from his tea.
“Everything okay?”
He nodded again, not looking at her because he knew that she looked right through him.
Harry usually never went for runs.
Only when he needs distraction.
Most of the time distraction from a girl.
“That girl?”
Y/N almost chocked on the food she had in her mouth. Girl? He had a girl?
Harry glared at her sister before he sighed. There was no point in lying. Gemma would ask him until he would spill everything.
“Yeah.” he admitted.
“Did you meet her again?”
He dared a quick side glance at Y/N but she didn’t seem to care about their conversation at all. But she did.
“Yeah.” he repeated.
“And?” Gemma pressed.
“Gemma.” he breathed annoyed.
“C'mon, tell me. Something must have happened or else you wouldn’t do that thing again and go for a run. I know why you do that, you know. So, tell me.”
“Yes, I met her and yes, something happened. But I don’t want to talk about it.”
She looked at him for a few moments before she nodded.
“You’ve got a moment though, right? Y/N uploaded a new article.”
“Gemma, he really doesn’t have to read it, I mean-”
“It’s fine, love. I want to read it.”
She gave him a nervous smile and nodded. Gemma gave him her phone where Y/N’s article was opened.

Die Liebe geht durch den Magen.
As a german turn of speech says food can make you fall in love with somebody. The exact translation would be ‘love goes through the stomach.’ And it’s true. A man who can cook is incredibly attractive and sexy. I don’t think any girl out there could deny the fact that a cooking man is the sexiest thing ever.

He looked at Y/N and saw her blushing and biting her bottom lip. The article was about him.
He quickly overflew the next few lines until he came across what he was looking for.

A man who can cook can quickly make a girl loose her mind. It can quickly make her feel something she hasn’t felt before. It can quickly make her fall in love with a man. There’s something special about a man cooking for a woman. It’s flattering and amazing and you know that if a man cooks for you, you’re special to him. But a woman should do something for her man too, right? Of course a nice thank you is enough but a bit a physical thank you is great too, right?

He stopped reading after that, looking at Y/N again.
“S'good.”
“Yeah, right? I asked her the whole time who that ‘sexy’ and ‘amazing’ man is who cooked for her but she won’t tell me.”
Harry looked from his sister to Y/N and cleared his throat before he placed Gemma’s phone down on the kitchen table.
“I’m going to go now.”
He turned to leave the kitchen but Y/N’s voice stopped him.
“Harry?” she asked and stood up.
“Yes, love?”
“C-Could we maybe talk for a minute?”
“Um, yeah. Of course.”
They left the kitchen to get some privacy and sat down in the living room across from each other.
“I’m very sorry for what happened yesterday. I didn’t mean to be so… affectionate I guess.”
“Everything’s okay, love. There’s nothing to apologize for, yeah? It was actually one of the greatest hugs I ever shared with someone.” he grinned at her.
She chuckled and shook her head.
“Um… I hope your girlfriend isn’t mad.”
“What girlfriend?”
“You said to Gemma there was a girl?”
“Oh. Um… well, that girl isn’t interested.”
“No? How could any girl in her right mind bot be interested in you?”
“Well, I’m not as great as people make me out to be.” he smirked sadly.
Y/N looked at him for a few moments before she reached out and took one of his hands in hers, her thumb gently stroking over his knuckles.
“I think you’re great.”

Private.

“Does it have a reason why you act like you don’t know me in public?”
Harry’s whole body whipped around, shock all over his features.
“What?”
I rolled my eyes at his reaction. I was so fed up with this.
“You act like you don’t know me lately. You don’t touch me, whenever I try to kiss you, you turn your head to the side. Are you embarrassed of me or something?”
I saw the confusion on his face, the frown on his forehead and his eyebrows furrowed. He probably didn’t expect this but I was just so sick and tired of his behavior whenever we left our apartment.
“Baby, no.” he said and took a few steps closer to me.
“No, of course I’m not embarrassed of you.”
“Oh, you’re not?! Then why do you act like you want nothing to do with me?!”
“Babe, you’re absolutely overreacting, it’s-”
“Are you fucking kidding me?!” I laughed incredulously.
“I’m not over reacting, I only speak my mind! You know it’s normal that girlfriends and boyfriends hold hands while their out or maybe even share a little kiss from time to time! But whenever we’re out together you always keep your distance and don’t do anything at all! It actually hurts, you know? It hurts when your boyfriend acts like he isn’t even with you.”
My strong facade began to crumble and tears were brimming my eyes. Maybe I was overreacting but I was hurt.
“Love, I never meant to hurt you.” he whispered.
“Then why are you like this? Do you not want to be with me or something?”
“No, no, no. God, no. Of course I want to be with you, Y/N. It’s not that.”
“Then what is it?”
“I-“
A loud sigh left his lips, his fingers ruffling his hair.
"I want to protect you.”
He wasn’t looking at me when he said that, his eyes set on the floor. His breathing was harsh, his hands in tight fists.
“Protect me from what?”
“The media.”
I rolled my eyes at his words. We had this conversation so many times and every time I told him the same.
“Harry, we’ve talked about this before. You know I don’t mind all that stuff.”
“No. I know that you always tell me you don’t mind all that stuff that’s being said about you but I don’t believe you. I don’t believe that you don’t care about it when people talk bad about you, about us. You can’t possibly tell me that you don’t mind people taking pictures of us when we want to have a private moment. I-”
“Harry.” I interrupted him, taking a few steps towards him.
“No, let me finish. There are so many articles about us out there and stupid rumors that aren’t true at all. It feels like nothing about us is private even though it should be. Our whole relationship is on display, for the whole world to see. And I don’t like that. I want to protect you from those people who take ugly photos and write fake stories. I know I can’t protect you from them but I try to, as best as I can. I want our relationship to be as private as possible. PDA doesn’t really help with privacy, does it?”
Harry was smiling sadly at me. I knew exactly what he thought, he felt guilty. Guilty because he couldn’t give me what I wanted. At least he thought that but it wasn’t true. Not at all.
“Harry, I don’t want us to be all over the internet either. I want us to have a normal relationship. At least as normal as possible. And normal couples don’t act like we do when we’re out. I know that pictures of us are taken and I know that stories about us are written. I don’t want them to control our relationship. But that’s exactly what they are doing right now. I know you feel guilty for putting me into this situation but I love you. And no matter what other people say about us, my feelings won’t change.”
Harry took the last few steps over to me, wrapping me into a tight hug immediately. My arms were tightly around his neck, pulling him tighter to me.
“I’m so sorry.” he whispered into my neck.
“It’s okay.” I sighed.
“No it isn’t.” he said and pulled back from our embrace.
“I shouldn’t make you feel like I’m embarrassed of you. I shouldn’t make you feel like I don’t want to be with you. I love you. And I’m sorry for hurting you like this. I don’t want to be so distant with you when we’re out together. I won’t let them keep controlling our relationship.”
His voice was sad, his face as well. I knew he didn’t mean to hurt me.
“It’s okay, really. Just don’t be like that again, yeah?”
“Yeah. I promise.”

“You know, it’s not my fault I’m a bit on the clumsy side.” You pouted, Harry laughing lightly as he gave your hand a squeeze. You were referring to the little incident that had happened in the restaurant - Harry had taken you to one of those fancy buffets, and it was a Saturday afternoon, obviously it was a little more crowded than usual. To sum it all up, you had a plate full of food, but when you were making your way back to Harry, you had tripped over yourself and all Harry could see from his seat was a couple finger sandwiches flying up into the air before staff were rushing over to help you. 

“I think it’s cute.” Harry reassured, cooing when your cheeks brightened up thinking about how humiliating it was to pick a strand of spaghetti out of your shirt in front of, well, everyone. “The important thing here is tha’ yeh didn’t hurt yourself. Spending a Saturday afternoon in the hospital wouldn’t have been fun. The only thing you damaged was your pride.” 

“Wha- Jerk!” You scoffed, smacking Harry’s arms lightly and frowning when he began to laugh again.

“Can yeh blame me fo’ laughin’? Watchin’ yeh stumble back t’ the table with lettuce in your hair was pretty funny. Hey, if I’d have known it was you who tripped, I definitely would’ve helped..”

“Oh, whatever, Harry.” You snapped, your cheeks flaring up once again as you dropped his hand roughly and stomped your way over to the car. “And you know what?” You turned around to glare at your boyfriend, “You can take care of the laundry tonight, and you can cook dinner for me,” You continued on, turning around once again as you stormed towards the car, “Since you laughed- Woah!” All of a sudden, you found yourself tumbling to the ground, falling flat on your bum. (It turns out you had tripped over your own laces. Typical Y/N.) 

“Oh my-” Harry couldn’t even finish his sentence before he bursted out into laughter, leaning forward and resting his hands on his knees as he continued to cackle, his eyes crinkling at the sides. “Are you okay??” He snickered, walking over and gently picking you up off the floor, pressing a kiss to the side of your forehead through tiny giggles. “I love you, yeh little klutz.”

“Yeah, yeah.” 

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anonymous asked:

Can you do a blurb where you and Harry run into each other for the first time, after like a year breaking off the engagement. You're surprised and all the emotions come rushing back. And you choose the ending

you were in los angeles for a week, because your publisher wanted to meet you in person for your next book. you didn’t know, or expect, harry to be there. the last thing you heard was that he was somewhere in france, filming a movie. if you think back, it was kinda funny how easily you two could’ve missed each other. first off, you could’ve woken up late, since you almost hit snooze on the alarm. but you didn’t. secondly, you could’ve picked up your phone on your way out and seen your friend’s text for a meet up, and you wouldn’t even be on the same street as harry. but you didn’t and you forgot your phone by your beside. then you could’ve gotten into the first starbucks you saw, but you didn’t, because the day before you promised yourself you would start eating and drinking healthier. that’s how you ended up at a fresh smoothie shop, three blocks away from your hotel. if you did stop in front of the shop to look at the smoothie of the day, you would’ve missed harry entirely. but you didn’t.

so in some ways, this was fate.

harry stumbles into you, black sunglasses on and a straw hung loosely on his bottom lip. “i’m sorry,” he murmurs. you could’ve never looked up either, and you two would’ve passed without recognising each other. but you looked up. and you saw him and he saw you. then he blurts out, “what are you doing here?”

“getting juice,” you say, as you two shift over to the side to let new customers pile in. you shove your hands into the pockets of your shorts while staring at your shoes.

“you look well,” harry pushes his sunglasses to the top of his head. “you look…well.” both of you know he was about to say you look beautiful.

but you didn’t push it. you cleared your throat, looked up into his beautiful green eyes and tried for a smile. “you look well too! i heard you are in a movie! that’s…that’s really great. i’m really proud of you.”

“you are?” harry’s voice shakes a little bit. “i’m also on hiatus, for one direction.”

“yeah, i heard,” you bite your lip nervously.

harry sighs and asks, “why haven’t you answered my calls or my texts?”

you hesitate, then say, “because i didn’t know if you wanted to hear from me.”

harry smiles a little sadly, “I always want to hear from you. I heard you’re publishing another novel soon.”

you nod, “yup, second in the series. highly anticipated.”

harry lets out a small laugh, then scratches the back of his head. “that’s…that’s so amazing, y/n…listen, i–”

“i wanna see you again,” you blurt out. he looks taken aback, but then he smiles. genuinely smiles. and your heart could burst right then and there. “is that okay? i mean, i understand if you’re seeing someone, i could see you as a friend? or–”

“i don’t want to see you as a friend,” he says immediately. “i…i’m not on a world tour anymore. i’m even done with my movie. i’m…i’m all yours. if you’ll have me, that is.”

“buy me a smoothie,” you grin, “then we’ll talk.”