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harryskalechips · 4 years

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Illicit affairs

A/N Hellooooo! I haven’t written in a while but enjoy this little sad piece inspired by Taylor Swift! Thank you for all the love! I hope you guys are doing well! Feel free to leave a kind message in my inbox ❤️

Y/N was a new intern at Colombia records when she met Harry Styles. Their relationship takes a turn however, when they start an affair.

Tw: Cheating

Thank you @harrysleftchelseaboot for letting me participate in your writing challenge! For any writers out there who want to give it a go make sure to check it out! I would love to read some new work.

Prompts:

“Be a good girl and spread your legs for me.”

“I’d punch you, but that would ruin that pretty little face of yours.”

“I didn’t mean for this to happen.”

“Leave.”

Note: I do not condone cheating whatsoever! Please mind that this story is fictional! As much as it makes me sad to paint Harry as a cheater, it’s part of this storyline I thought of as I listened to Taylor’s album, Folklore.

Word count: 5k / Masterlist

Y/N never knew she was going to be in this type of predicament. Falling asleep every night in a man’s arms, only to wake up alone in her cold sheets at dawn. For some odd reason, his vanilla scent smothered her atmosphere every time, leaving her in a subspace-like condition. She found her thoughts easily shifting to him or feeling the need to touch him. She’s whipped but sadly also clingy.

Does she have an excuse to feel this way? She was only 21 when she began working as an intern at this man’s record label. He was her first serious relationship and although he was married -there always seemed to be a weird tension between them.

It all started when she was assigned to follow Rob Stringer through his meetings in 2017...nonetheless she met Mr. Harry Styles. One of the members of the biggest boy band, One Direction. She knew exactly who he was, especially since he was sexualized by the media too often at an early stage of his career. She knew his first solo album was a hit and that in her job description, she had to be present at every interview he had. She also knew that the ring on his finger was a symbol of love for his wife that he married a year ago.

Months on end, she barely spoke to him. She was shy -feeling as if her personality would bore Mr.Styles. One night however as the team went out to celebrate his last show for live on tour, he himself invited her.

They were at a club in New York -A very private one to be exact when Harry found himself too interested in the quiet intern. To be honest, his life at home (when he was there) wasn’t what he planned for. His wife was too busy, only fighting him whenever he stepped foot inside. She barely had any more interests in his music or his life -and suddenly, it felt like two strangers living in that mansion. It wasn’t an excuse for him to keep glancing at the girl as she danced with her co-workers nor was it an excuse for him to buy her a drink. Funny enough, he always thought of himself as a hopeless romantic since he was waiting for that particular someone to love him back once again and save his marriage. But before he could stop himself, he was already walking towards the girls dancing on the floor and getting to know them.

After that night at the club, Y/N felt different towards Mr. Styles. Of course, she was still intimidated but she now knew him on a more personal level, leading her to call him Harry instead. That night as they sat in one the booth upstairs, she listened to his jokes and stories and it made her start to have a little crush on him. But hey, he was married and she would never want to ruin a relationship.

As her days became busier at Columbia -sorting papers and running for Coffee, She always glanced at the elevator hoping Harry Styles would come out and was in need of a conversation with Rob in person. She knew he probably called her boss though the phone but her brain was rummaging for ideas why he would start appearing in her life once again. That was until one day she heard Gina and Louise in the staff room during break talking about Harry coming in tomorrow. Boy, did her heart began to beat fast. Maybe, it was manifestation but she was a bit too excited to see him again as it’s been a couple of months since she last saw him.

“Y/N,” Rob calls out for her as he plays with a pen in his hand. “Meet me in the main conference room in five minutes. I need you to note down my meeting today.” He gives her a small smile and quickly walks off. She knew full well that this meeting was about Harry Styles.

As she sat beside Rob at the long table, she realized that the whole table was filled with people from publicity and other departments. Right in front of her was the man she’s been thinking of, beside him was his manager. It’s not like she was deeply infatuated with him but she did love thinking about his pretty eyes.

Matter of fact, as she first glanced at him, her eyes already met his. He was smiling and staying quiet as the meeting immediately began but his fingers played with his pen as he watched her. She was too focused on the shittier details of what they were discussing. He wanted to tell her so badly that she didn’t need to write some things down but he was having fun watching her bite her lip in stress. He wasn’t smooth though. Since she was already feeling his gaze burning through her.

As the meeting went on, Harry became a bit more serious about why he came into the office. They were in the talks of his new second album and now, they had to plan publicity and tour. Some of the staff even asked how his trip to Japan was and although he was so excited to share his fantastic experiences, it was sad to mention how his wife didn’t even bother coming along.

“Are you not going to say hi to me?” Harry teases Y/N as they’re the last ones to leave the conference room after their long meeting. She had to clean up the table while he chose to sit in his chair, pretending to do important things on his phone. When he waved bye to everyone as they left the room, he pointed at his phone, explaining he needed a few minutes to send “important emails” -he just wanted to catch up with his new friend, Y/N.

“Hi.” She tries her best to act normal and unaffected by his presence. “Sorry, I couldn’t say hi earlier. When Rob said five minutes, I didn’t know the meeting was already taking place.” Harry laughs at her apology since he wasn’t petty at all for her lack of greeting today.

“I was just teasing. How are you?”

“I’ve been good.” She smiles back at him as she tosses the last remainder of paper cups in the bin. “I think the last time I saw you was last year. Where have you been?”

“Why did you miss me?” He raises his brow as he spins his chair a bit. He gives her a smirk as he watches her lean herself on the table.

“Just a bit. I loved watching your interviews.” She rolls her eyes and crosses her arms against her chest. “At first I wanted to sleep through them but now I rather go through those back and forth instead of, filling random sheets out for Rob.”

“Heyy, I think I’m pretty interesting during interviews.”

“Oh no! Don’t get me wrong you are! It’s just you have such a raspy voice and you talk so slow! You can literally put me to bed anytime.”

“Am I talking slowly right now?”

“Just a bit. I haven’t seen you in a while. I kind of forgot!” She laughs. “ What else did you do other than Japan? Spent some time with your wife?” Y/N wasn’t going to lie… bringing up his wife kind of made her uncomfortable but she knew this was a good way to get to know him in a friendly way.

Harry couldn’t help but give out a humourless scoff as he rests his head back on the chair. His eyes, however, meet her’s again. She couldn’t help but watch his adam’s apple bob up and down.

“Marriage is hard you know. If I’m being honest with you, I haven’t spoken to her in a week. She’s been on vacation, travelling in Europe I think with her best friends.”

“She’s a model, right? She must have a lot of free time. I’m sure she can make space for you.” Harry slaps his knee in sarcastic humour as he shakes his head at Y/N’s innocent idea of who his wife truly is now. “I’m sorry. I guess it’s more complex than I thought. I haven’t really been in a relationship at least a long term one.”

“Are you free tonight?” Harry asks her out of the blue.

“Yes.”

“Can I come over? We don’t need to do anything but I would love to hang out with you and I don’t know... forget I have all these responsibilities.”

“Sure.” What Y/N didn’t know that this night would forever change her relationship with Harry.

It was late in the night as Harry sat on Y/N’s couch talking to her about everything. His life, his career, his marriage. Usually, it wasn’t easy for him to open up so quickly to a stranger but for some odd feeling, his gut was telling him that he could trust this pretty girl beside him. It’s like he knew she was trustworthy and non-judgemental.

Ever since he first noticed her during his meetings, he found himself involuntarily glancing at her. That was until he grew some balls and invited her to his after-party. Maybe, He did find her pretty and a bit too hot but even if his marriage is going through the rocks, he did not want to cheat. He didn’t want to be that type of guy. Yet during his time in Japan, he found himself thinking of what would happen if he was single right now? Would he actually make a move on her?

“What are you thinking of?” The same woman calls him out as she takes a swing of the wine bottle into her mouth.

Yes, the found themselves enjoying Harry’s expensive red wine so now they’re passing the bottle.

“You.” He was a bit tipsy and so was she but they were still sober enough to choose their words properly.

“Me? Why me? Why not that hot model you call your wife.”

“She left my mind before I even met you.”

“Yet you’re still with her. Why?”

“I don’t know.” He looks at her as he takes a sip of wine.

“Okay, so why are you thinking of me? Are you happy you have a new friend?” Her cheeks were very red at his confession but she was trying to make herself believe it was because of the alcohol.

“I’m happy that I finally got to know the girl who sat quietly in the corner during my interviews.” He smirks at her as he watches her try to hide a smile.

“I was intimidated by you!”

“Why was that, love?” Y/N was not expecting him to call her that. She places the almost empty wine bottle on her coffee table and sits back in her same position as she’s wrapped in the same blanket Harry is.

“You’re Harry Styles. Every woman is head over heels for you and Every man wants to be you.”

“Are you head over heels for me?” Harry squints his eyes as he says the first thing that comes out of his mouth. It wasn’t his intention to flirt with her but they both knew they had overpowering chemistry. The only thing holding them back is well… Harry’s marriage.

“No.” She bluffs. He continues to look at her. “Fine, a bit but you’re married so I know how to control myself.”

“What happens If I can’t?” his tone drops as he mumbles to himself. “I’m sorry what?” Y/N chokes as she looks at him.

“I know I’m married fuck.” He sits up and rubs his face in frustration. “It’s just I never wanted a girl so bad after my marriage. I shouldn’t! I should be happily married but for some shit reason, I can’t get my mind off of you.”

“Harry, there’s consequences about what we’re talking about right now.” Y/N sits up as well as she watches him. Does it still count as cheating if his wife is barely in his life anymore?

“I know. I’m sorry. I know you aren’t that type of girl. I would never disrespect you like this. I should leave.” He begins to stand up immediately. Y/N says nothing as she follows him to the front door of her apartment.

“Thank you for coming, Harry.” She opens the door to let him out. He simply nods as he walks past her through the door. As she watches him walk down her hallway, she closes the door. How was she feeling? Well, she was trying her best to not feel regret but instead relief. She leans her body on the wooden surface, trying to make herself feel happy that nothing happened between them -Yet her heart was beating too fast for a guy she had just met.

The loud pounding on her door, however, makes her head shut up. She immediately opens it to find no one other than the curly-haired man who had just left her apartment a minute ago.

He immediately grasps her face into his hands as he kisses her eagerly, making her shut the door behind him. His body quickly pushing her’s against the wall, as his lips attack her jaw down to her neck. Her hands resting on his shoulders as she leans her head back to give him more area to leave his soft licks and kisses.

“Shit Y/N. You’re making me go crazy.”

“Harry.” She moans as he rubs himself against her centre. He whispers a command to her, making her jump and wrap her legs around his waist and he carries her to the first surface in his line of sight, which is her dining table. It was a dark wood wooden table that was meant only for eating purposes.

He helps her take off the sweater she was wearing as she throws it behind it her without a care. With her hand, she guides his mouth back to hers, making them both moan as this sexual tension is finally being relieved. Her nipples became hard in an instant as they felt the cold temperature.

“Where’s your bedroom?” He pulls away as he’s unbuttoning his shirt. His mouth was open a little bit from their heated makeout and his lips were juicy pink after kissing her. He couldn’t take his eyes off her.

“You want to fuck me right here?” Y/N blurts. She wasn’t the type to have sex with a new partner for the first time on her dining table but her room was a mess and she was a bit shy letting him in there.

“Are you that eager baby?” A smirk plays on his lips as he tosses his shirt. “Well If you’re that needy, why won’t you take off my pants?” Y/N’s cheeks turn red as she reaches forward to unbuckle his jeans. “You know, how fucking long I’ve been jerking off with my right hand?” Harry asks as his hand runs through her soft hair, letting his thumb rub against her pink plump lips.

“For a long time, Daddy?” She murmurs against the pad of his thumb as she lets his thumb enter her wet mouth.

“Look at you, you’re a little devil.” Harry pushes his pants off until they reach mid-thigh. He quickly helps her out of her tights, pulling them off her almost instantly that she had to hold onto him. “Should I get a condom?” He pants as his hands involuntarily run themselves against her soft thighs.

“I’m on the pill and I’m clean.”

“I’m clean too.” He looks down at her closed legs as he pumps himself a bit. “I promise.” Y/N nods as her hands guide his body back closer towards her.

“Be a good girl and spread your legs for me.” He whispers as he watches her show him her wet needy sex. “Fuck, you look so good right now.” He leans in to kiss her more. His mouth going south as they reach her breast. His mouth sucks on her nipple as the other grabs and rolls her the other one.

“Fuck stop teasing me. I need you.”

“Beg for me, Y/N. I know you want to.”

“Harry please!” She feels his hand directing his wet cock to her centre. Teasing her and playfully slapping her entrance. “Daddy!” His eyes immediately stop looking down as he grabs her hair, making her look at him.

“You okay with this love? Do you like it rough?” Y/N nods her head as she stares into his eyes.

“I need you to use your words, baby.”

“Yes, I want it rough.”

“What did you call me earlier?” A cheeky smile forms on his face as he watches this little girl about to crumble in his hand.

“Daddy.”

“You’re going to keep calling me that or what?”

“Only if you want me-” Harry inserts himself in her, making her choke on her sentence.

“What do you call me?” He leans a bit further downs so their bodies rub against each other as his arm supports her back while the other hand chokes her neck.

“Daddy! Fuck, I call you daddy!”

“I know I’ve been deprived of some good sex but you feel so fucking tight! Do guys not know how to fuck you?”

“Only you can.” Harry pulls his hand away from her neck and instead grasps her face so she can watch their centres connecting.

“You like that view? Is it turning you on? You’re fucking clenching me, baby!”

“Harder, daddy.” Her arm wraps around his shoulder as he pulls away and turns around, making her bend on the table.

“You want it harder baby? I’m going to fuck you so hard, you’ll never be able to sit at this table without remembering how I fucked you so good.”

~ The day after their first time sleeping with each other scared Y/N. As much as she tried to avoid letting Harry see her messy room, they ended up in there anyway. They participated in a couple more rounds and a deep conversation too until they fell asleep wrapped in each other’s arms.

What Y/N was scared of was how Harry would react when he woke up in her sheets. Of course, they weren’t too drunk last night but the alcohol did give them a confidence boost. Now it’s the day time and they have to deal with this new boundary they had just crossed.

“Good morning.” A raspy voice speaks up as she sets her head on her hand. Her elbow putting all its pressure on her pillow while she watches the man who’s laying on his stomach smile at her.

“Hi.” She gives a soft smile back. Harry immediately notices the hickeys on her neck, making him not guilty but a bit more proud.

“I marked you.” Y/N’s eyes widen as she sits up and wraps her hands around her neck. “Why you don’t like them?” Harry fixes his position too so he can rest his back against the headrest. He rubs his eyes for a few seconds before helping her straddle his waist. “What’s wrong, Baby?”

“You’re married.” Her finger mindlessly traces one of the sparrows on his chest.

“I know.”

“You think she’ll get mad?”

“I don’t know. I don’t think she cares.”

~ Y/N and Harry’s affair went on for months that they even reached his tour and new album reveal. Although they never said the three most important words, Y/N already knew it was there.

What she loved the most these past months with Harry was their privacy. The secret hookups in changing rooms, the knowing glances in a room full of strangers, and their affectionate touches when they had to pass things to one another in front of her boss.

She knows he’s married and there was no doubt, they fought about his relationship status. But Harry explained that divorces in Hollywood were more complex than for a regular couple. And while Y/N pretended to understand, she truly didn’t. She didn’t understand why he had to keep up this act of being in a happy relationship when he can simply leave his wife -not for her benefit but for his own happiness. Still, every time this fight occurred, they chose to sweep it under the rug. Maybe it was because she wasn’t ready to lose him. He had always been so persistent on his reasoning why he’s been delaying that action. She was scared that he would leave her during another fight only to run back to his wife. What she didn’t know was that she may be a bit too right, after all, he wasn’t ready to admit that his marriage was over.

“Hi, Baby!” Y/N opens her door to find her “boyfriend” with a bouquet of flowers.

“Hi!” She wraps her arms around him in a hug as she lets him enter her apartment that they know too well. If she had to be truly honest... despite having so much alone time with Harry, she’s never been on a date with him but you know -that’s something she had to let go when she decided to get involved with a famous married man. Yet it still didn’t stop her heart from feeling envious when she would be in the restaurant with her friends watching a random couple have dinner together.

Harry takes his hood off and hands her the flowers. “I’m sorry I couldn’t text you this past couple of days. You know that woman who lives with me.” He sighs and gives her a kiss on the lips before continuing on, “We were having lunch together and she noticed I wasn’t wearing my ring anymore so we fought.”

“So you’re wearing it.” Y/N places the flowers on the table and crosses her arms.

“I have too.”

“No, you don’t Harry. She’s only wearing her’s for show. You’ve been cheating on her for seven months!” Y/N snaps at him. She hated it when he wore his ring. It was just a real sign that maybe he was lying to her during the times, he said he was over their marriage and he was going to leave her when things become less complicated.

“Baby, hey stop yelling.” He walks towards her so he can wrap his arms around her. “I’m sorry. You know I care so much about you. Please don’t cry.”

“I can’t stand that you’re married to another woman. Please leave her Harry.” Y/N pulls away as she holds onto his shoulders, begging him. “Please.”

“I’ll try.” He breathes out.

“You’ll try?” She pulls away immediately looking at him. “What do you mean? Have you not been trying to do that these past few months!” He rubs his face in frustration.

“It’s hard Y/N. I told you countless times.” “I know it’s hard but what’s stopping you from doing it! You told me that you don’t want to lose me but for some odd reason, it seems like you don’t want to lose her!”

“She was my first love Goddammit!” He finally yells back at her.

And that's the thing about illicit affairs

And clandestine meetings and stolen stares

They show their truth one single time

But they lie and they lie and they lie

A million little times

They both found themselves caught off guard as the silence screamed in their ears. How could this safe space where they spent their nights rolling in the sheets feel so… indifferent? “Harry please be 100 percent honest with me.” Y/N backs away slowly as she reaches a few feet apart from Harry. “Do you want to leave her?”

Silence.

“You told me you did? Did you change your mind?” Her eyes widen as she watches the man in front of her absolutely speechless. “I’d punch you, but that would ruin that pretty little face of yours.” She lets out a sarcastic laugh.

“I didn’t mean for this to happen.” He stares at the ground with his hands in his jeans. “Of course, I want to leave her! It’s just-”

“Leave.”

“What Baby no!” He quickly looks up and tries to make his way towards her.

“Harry, stop. What we have is over! I’m not going to let you use me until your stupid sick marriage fixes itself!”

“Y/N that wasn’t my intention I swear! You know what marriage means to me! I can’t simply-”

“Fuck what you think of marriage! You don’t want to leave her but you rather continuously hide me while you go to awards with her -While you go on fucking dates with her!”

“It’s for publicity-”

“I don’t care!” She screams. “I realized that this isn’t working out and we should stop!” The pressure in her chest was making her hyperventilate. “We should have stopped months ago!”

“Fuck I don’t want to lose you, please. You’re the only thing that’s been making me so happy.” He reaches out to take her hands but she simply pulls away.

“Harry! Listen to yourself! You’re married! I’m starting to think you have a fear of having a failed marriage like your mom and dad! But please for the love of God, don’t drag me around because I won’t let you!” Harry’s faces change into anger as he gives her a cold look.

“Well don’t drag my parents’ marriage into this! I told you that because I trusted you not so you can use it against me!”

“That’s not what I was trying to do!” Y/N pleads. “You won’t lever her Harry! You won’t!”

“How do you think people will react!” He gestures with his hands. “ After three years of marriage, Harry Styles is getting divorced!” He mimics a random news reporter.

“So-” “I’m not going to let myself be categorized under Hollywood’s failed marriages!” “It was already failing before you met me! Can’t you see I just want you to be happy!”

“I am happy when you’re with me!”

“Well, I’m not!”

“You don’t mean that.” Harry scoffs as he runs his hand through his hair in frustration.

“How can I not? I’m hearing stories every day about your fights at home. This isn’t even a relationship Harry! It’s an affair! An illicit one! And I-I’m a secret!”

“I don’t want to share you with the public! They will judge us and they’re going to ruin you as they ruined me!” He rambles on. “I’ve been stalked and judged for things I didn’t know matter!”

“I would rather go through that with you -than to watch you from far away and only have you with me when we’re here inside this apartment.” She points at the floor.

“I can’t Y/N. I can’t let that happen and I won’t.”

“Then this is over then.” She quickly wipes her tears as she notices Harry doing the same. The yelling seemed to die down as they finally realized that this problem they tried to ignore wasn’t going anywhere.

“You know… for some reason, you taught me a lot of things.” Harry clears his throat as he wipes his wet palms on his pants. “Despite only letting you have one half of me. You somehow took over my whole mind. God, I would love to fight for you Y/N.” He looks at her as he feels tears forming in his again. “I do - I truly would.” A pause happens before he continues, “ For you, I ‘d ruin myself a million times but I would never let you do the same.” He emphasizes to her. “ I don’t want to let you go but I know I should because even if I go get that divorce, I’d still want to keep you as my secret -and that’s not what you want.”

“I-” Y/N stops herself. She wanted to tell him that she loves him but she knew it wouldn’t help them at all. “I’ll still see you for a while. After my internship though, I’ll be gone.”

“Do you think we’ll stay in touch.”

“I don’t think we should.” She blurts it out as her eyes glance at the fresh bouquet sitting on her table.

“Alright. I guess that’s it.” Harry sniffles a bit before walking to the door. “I’ll see you.”

“Goodbye.”

And Y/N thought she wouldn’t have to see him again after her internship. Although her heart was broken, she found herself counting the days until she can find a new job. After their unexpected ending, she no longer found herself lonely in the mornings but during the nights too.

The days he came by the office were more difficult than she thought. She would still feel his gaze on her during their meetings but he no longer greeted her nor gave her any attention. He would walk right past her desk when he visited the office but he would act as if he never knew her in the first place - Not a glance or a wave.

And that was fine with Y/N, at least she tried her best to think it was. Until her meeting with Rob a week before Harry’s album release.

“Y/N, I would love to offer you a job here at the company. I will give you a position in Marketing for Harry Styles.” Rob hands her a manila folder across the table. “ You know a few months ago, he spoke about your hard work and how much potential you have and he’s right. This would look great on your resume and the pay will be better here than if you were to start off at another company.”

Days of thinking and non-stop anxiety flooded Y/N’s mind. She knew her plan was to cut all ties with the pop star but the career that had just been handed to her had so much potential. Potentiality can help her with her student loans and give her a more comfortable life. She would be stupid if she passed the offer because of him. So with no more hesitation, she took her phone and called Rob.

“I’ll take the job offer.”

Part two here!!

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littlemisslipbalm · 4 years

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“you get me” (famous!y/n x harry)

Famous!y/n x Harry Styles

First Harry fic so please be kind, but feedback is SUPER appreciated

Initially inspired by the picture of Harry leaving the Gucci store with 15 bags but barely has anything to do with that lol

Definitely thought of Ellen for the interview idk why tho - also I struggle with writing Harry’s dialogue because I really want to get it right, but hopefully the more practice I get, the better/more natural it will sound. ALSO i have like no music or music industry background lol. Somewhat proofread, but its 2:30 am so it could be shit

Fluff!

Warnings: maybe some angst over being famous per say, past loneliness

Word Count: 3.7k literally howwww, i’m going to do a pt. 2 though because it was kind of a long set up and feelingsssss

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Interviewer: Please, welcome our next guest, a woman who’s sure to have her name written up beside the music greats someday, Ms. Y/N L/N!

You can’t contain the grin that spreads to your face as you carry yourself out onto the stage and see the audience cheering for you. It was your third big interview since your first album had been released and you’d seen your fame skyrocket over night. This being the third one this week meant you’d gotten comfortable getting asked questions, but you also weren’t bored of it yet. It was exhilarating being the center of attention, especially for something that had been your life’s work up until this point. You always had to fight for whatever you got and the recognition you were starting to have was reassurance that you hadn’t been a fool to risk a safe and certain life for your dreams.

The interview begins as the rest had, a few pleasantries, how you were feeling, and then the introduction of the album. The host asked you what your inspiration was for some of the songs and the album name and cover. You loved to talk about the music, it was the whole reason you were there. The meaning, the sound, the name, it all meant so much to you and you talked about how music can be interpreted differently by everyone and even the shifts in someone’s mood can change a song’s meaning, but what it meant to you at the time of writing was always something specific. You practiced those answers in the mirror before the interviews because they were important to you and you didn’t want your words on your art to ever be misconstrued. The host then complimented your style and you were at the point where you thought your interview should be wrapping up when they asked you one more question, and it threw you for a loop.

Interviewer: So Y/N, we’ve been hearing some rumblings around, about you and another famous musician, Mr. Harry Styles. Anything going on there?

Your face heated up, you hadn’t been expecting a personal question about possible relationships. Nothing like this had been asked of you at your previous interviews. It’s about the music, the art, and who you were, it’s always about that and nothing more. To be honest, you were a bit annoyed the host had chosen to stray from those topics. You didn’t care for the celebrity side of being a famous musician, the lack of privacy, the prying eyes of media and the general public. They saw enough of you through your art, you bore your soul through music why did they want to peak into your heart as well?

Y/N: I don’t know if I’d rather be with Harry Styles or actually be Harry Styles. Like, he’s literally such an icon, I want to be able to walk out of a Gucci store after spending hours there with 15 bags full of my purchases and helpers to carry it all out c’mon… He’s also an amazing songwriter, musician, and performer, of course. Didn’t mean to sound superficial, but I’d also love to own even half of his closet.

You hadn’t really answered the question, but the audience laughed and the host obviously got the hint that you weren’t interested in fanning any flames of romance with Harry Styles or anyone else. For one, you didn’t even know the man, but you had always been a loving fan of his. You cited him as one of your role models when you were first starting to try and break into the music world. Second, if you did know him, that wouldn’t be an appropriate topic for your album press junket going on, even if it meant more publicity because of Harry’s big celebrity status. The host decided to qualify their original question with a final sentiment.

Interviewer: I totally feel the same way! I only ask because the outpouring of support you’ve received seems to be from similar groups who also follow Harry. Many have been comparing your sound to his solo career work.

Y/N: Ah...well that’s very kind of people to say. He’s definitely a big inspiration, his creativity and drive is incredible. I’d love to be as successful as him someday.

The interview ended. You and the host shook hands and you waved and sent kisses to the crowd before retreating backstage. You were exhausted, but happy. You hoped to avoid anymore stressful interview questions that didn’t truly revolve around music. Of course, life is never that simple.

One month later

You had done countless more interviews and talk shows as promo for your album and the buzz around it had continued to grow. Your fame continued to rise as well and that one question you had dodged at your third interview had come back around to bite you, naturally. Daily Mail’s dumb headline read: “Y/N can’t decide! Date Harry Styles or Steal His Closet?” The Sun was also running with your response and miscontruing it completely, something about how you were madly in love with Harry but jealous of his designer partnerships, you couldn’t even stomach reading the garbage. This was your worst nightmare. Not only was it taking away the focus from your album, but you were also sure this dumb gossip had reached the very set of ears that the gossip was allegedly also about.

You had signed with Columbia Records for your first album, the same record label as Harry Styles, so managers had been in contact with one another about the whole fiasco trying to get the actual truth - which was that the two of you didn’t even know each other and there were no problems whatsoever. Your manager also brought along the good news that Harry had actually listened to your album and loved it, “He said ‘Congratulations’ by the way, loved the sound. Said he’d heard you were very music focused and be open to do some mentoring on songwriting and vocal specifics, if you wanted. It’d have to be in private though, obviously.” She had added the last bit, but you understood why. To have the opportunity to discuss your music with one of your longtime role models, heroes even, was beyond anything you could have imagined coming from your album’s success. And it made the drama all the more palatable because now you at least got to talk to Harry like the media was so adamantly saying you were doing already.

You nodded quickly and agreed, while trying to keep your teenage fangirl excitement hidden below your mature now-famous musician facade. Like you said, Harry was your hero, he’d been your hero since you were in middle school and had Up All Night downloaded on your iPod touch, blasting it as loud as possible, sound hitting your poster-filled walls. You weren’t the same girl as you were then, obviously, you had grown up to be a strong, independent, and confident woman. But, you still smiled at the thought of your younger self with your baby face squealing in the nosebleeds at the Take Me Home Tour (where you swore Harry had looked straight at you) and her seeing you now, dressed in a sleek outfit setting up an appointment to meet with Harry to discuss your first album, a success.

The next Thursday evening

You took a deep breath, in through your nose and out through your pursed lips. You were anxious and excited at the exact same time. Your meeting with Harry was tonight, right now actually, and you hadn’t been able to think about much else since your manager had confirmed the meeting last week. She got you the details a couple of days ago, the location: his house in Malibu, the time: 5:45 P.M. You had brought along a copy of your album on vinyl because you thought it sounded best this way, second only to performing it live.

Choosing your outfit for tonight was probably the toughest decision you’d ever made, harder than choosing between an education and following your dreams, harder than choosing your favorite Beatles song. You didn’t want to worry so much, this wasn’t a date you kept reminding yourself, but everything you tried on earlier kept having something wrong with it, too dressy, too boring, too ‘not yourself’. You had settled for these blue high-waisted pants that you’d worn to your first ever podcast interview, a thin black long sleeve, and a brown leather coat that fell below your hips with vans sneakers, casual, simple, yet still true to you and your vibe.

You raised your free arm and formed a fist, hesitant to knock, as if you’d damage Harry’s seemingly perfect Malibu beachfront home by knocking too hard on the wooden front door. You waited a few moments and could here some shuffling behind the door, some incoherent words were seemingly said, but the walls muffled them before they could reach for ears. Soon enough, Harry Styles in the flesh was before you. He beamed down at you, huffing, slightly out of breath as if he had been clear across the house when you knocked. His strong figure towered above your far smaller stature. He was hanging onto the door since he had opened it only slightly. “Hello, Y/N?” he greeted and questioned simultaneously. “Hi,” you responded and extended the same hand that had just rapped against his now open door. He gripped it, ushering you into his home, “Come in, come in, it’s nice to meet you, don’t want you to catch a cold now do we?” He took note of your strong handshake and ring clad fingers.

He walked you into an area between the kitchen and a sitting area. The kitchen was open aside from a bar high top between the two rooms. You sat down at his prompting and made yourself comfortable. “I brought my record on vinyl, sounds best in my opinion, otherwise I’d recommend seeing it live,” you laughed as you handed the vinyl to him and took off your coat. “Technically, y’know, I could hear it live right now, if you were willin’ f’course,” Harry had responded over his shoulder as he placed the vinyl by his idle record player, “Anything to drink?” “Just water for me, please.” His accent was even stronger in person, especially since he had moved back to London and seldomly stayed in California, except for business and quick trips. As far as you knew, he had already been here on business for the week and was able to pencil you in.

You two settled in, with your waters, seated at the bar top beside each other, but swivelling the chairs to face one another more. Again, you were overwhelmed with the reality of the situation, sitting beside Harry Styles as professionals, peers even. He had heard your work and liked it enough to want to discuss it with you. It was a day you never thought would come to pass. He started off not by asking about the music right away, but about how you were doing with the whirlwind that stardom is. “How are you, Y/N? It’s been somewhat of a out of the frying pan into the fire kind of moment for you?” He stared at you intently, caring to hear your answer.

You couldn’t help but chuckle again and contain your smile, “Thank you for asking, Harry. Yeah, its been definitely stressful, but it’s everything I’ve ever wanted and more so the good is still outweighing any bad. Definitely, fucking exhausted though, dunno how many more interviews I can do before my jaw goes completely rigid from talking so much.” It’s Harry’s turn to laugh, his eyes shone with intrigue at what you said and how you said it. You were gorgeous, but it was how your hands helped you through what you were trying to say and the small laughs you tried to keep in while you amused yourself with your words that really made him want to hear you talk all night long.

He agreed about how the promo junket for an album can get tedious and tiresome, but also the absolute fulfillment you get from people loving the music you’ve made. The two of you chatted about surface level personal matters for a little more, but quickly moved to the music. “I took a listen a couple weeks after the album was released. I especially loved the last track. It reminded me so much of a song I never released, actually…” he trailed off.

Your final track had been a ballad, an homage to George Harrison with your use of guitar and sitar, but the lyrics were a story based off of a poem you had written one night in high school. It surrounded a girl never feeling quite good enough for the person she wanted to be with and how it happened everytime, everytime she was ready to giver herself to someone, they were always closed off. Of course it held some truth to your own life and feelings, but you wrote this girl as someone with a seemingly perfect life - when yours was obviously far from any semblance of perfection.

You wondered what Harry’s song would have sounded like, had it been about a seemingly perfect girl or a guy with a seemingly perfect life, always giving himself to the wrong person and getting destroyed by that very fact because he was impatient as the girl in your song had been. “Can I ask, how so? How’d it remind you of your own song, the words or the music?” “Oh, the story, I felt like that for a time in my life and I like to be vulnerable in my songs because it helps me process, but listening to it back has always been too painful. Could never release that or perform it, it’d wreck me.” You nodded, you completely got where he was coming from. You noticed his downcast eyes and his somber tone, you knew not to push it any further.

It was quiet and you decided it’d be okay to take his hand resting between the two of you. “Harry, I understand,” your sincerity spilled into the words, filling the quiet house, “It’s not easy. Feeling that way. Thinking you’re the only goddamn one and why the fuck does it always happen to you? I used to ask my ceiling ‘why me?’ every night of high school” you smiled then. “But you know how it is,” you rubbed your thumb over his large warm hand and he lifted his head, “it gets so much better - c’mon look at us now! It can get hard, too, all this, I’m sure. But our lives? They’re amazing!” He beamed as he had when he had first seen you at his door and when you’d first really spoke. He moved his hand from under your palm to weave your fingers with his, both of your hands with covered in rings and they clinked to fit together, finally resting perfectly fitted. He shook your two hands up and down, “God, you’re so right! That damn song, m’sorry always puts me in a mood,” he shakes his head, “not yours though, f’course, s’lovely, better than my sodding song” he finishes quickly.

After that, the mood lightened right back up. It filled you with such appreciation for Harry that he would trust you so much with such a personal detail since you two had just met. But maybe, he had trusted you because he had felt that same spark between you. It wasn’t necessarily a romantic spark, but it was obvious the two of you were kindred spirits. Besides your album, the two of you talked about everything. You loved the same bands, movies and books, you both loved to cook and had similar fashion taste, you even had the same person type - something you found out late into the night.

At the end of the Side B of your album, Harry switched to a Bill Evans record that had ‘Peace Piece’ on it. You loved that song. So did he. “So...planning to raid my closet?” Harry raised his brows from the record player and walked back to you. You almost sputtered the water in your mouth. Luckily, you got it down. “Pardon?” “All that bad press the two of us have been getting...I watched the interview that kind of ignited the tabloids. You’re obviously not used to those overstepping personal questions.” You nodded. “It’s fine, even if you’d completely shut it down, the tabloids probably would have picked it up still, they snap up anything and everything, true or not.” You softened at his reassurance. You hadn’t expected Harry to bring the interview up, but you were sure he wasn’t happy about it, he was so private, especially about his love life. “Thanks, I’m sorry I tried to laugh it off, kind of made it worse, didn’t I?” “No! Thought it was hilarious and I totally appreciated the sentiment. Little ol’me, an icon? And an amazing artist? All I gotta do is watch that clip and I’ve fed my narcissistic side for the week!” You giggled and replied slyly, “So does that mean I can raid your closet? As compensation, of course.” Harry threw his head back in an all consuming laughter, when he’d composed himself he looked in your eyes again and said, “You just...God, you get me.”

Harry had continued to put records on throughout the night, diligently flipping sides and asking for requests, he of course had an extensive collection. The two of you had moved onto his plush couch that looked out his french doors to the beautiful ocean view. Finally, your exhaustion caught up to you, mid-Harry describing his latest travel fiasco, you glanced up at the clock. You gasped. Harry stopped. “When did it get to be half 12?” you questioned almost incredulously, “I’ve gotta get home, Harry, but this has been truly amazing, more than I could have asked for, so thank you.” Your speech began to rush as you started to get up and gather your things, that had slowly scattered as you’d gotten more comfortable, jacket by the table, shoes around the back of the couch, your phone forgotten somewhere in the couch. You couldn’t believe you’d spent almost seven hours just talking with Harry Styles.

Harry quickly stood up from his relaxed positioned on the couch and asked if you were alright to drive this late. You scoffed, “Oh please, I’ve driven around at 3 am before, I just have to turn up the music and I can cruise.” He smiled, “This was great, Y/N, I know we didn’t really go super in depth into your writing process, but I’d love to write with you sometime or just hang out again f’course. Your seriously talented and obviously a wonderful person.” He didn’t include that he felt like he’d never met anyone like you, never met someone so perfectly matched to himself, in passions but also in work ethic and demeanor - compassionate yet confident. He felt like you got him perfectly and he got you. You had stopped your scramble to gather yourself and now you were both smiling at one another.

This had really been an unforgettable night, you couldn’t believe how well you two had meshed, like childhood friends reconnecting after years apart. “Can I give yeh a hug before you go?” Harry’s voice had grown raspier as the night had progressed. He had grown rather tired an hour ago, but had pushed through because they had been having so much fun and you hadn’t noticed his physical fading or the time, obviously. You stepped toward him and his large tattooed arms enveloped you into his body. His body truly dwarfed yours now as he held you to his chest. You both were warm and soft. He tucked his head on top of yours that rested on his chest. Your arms were loosely resting where his back met his waist because you would have had to strain to get them to encircle him. His arms rested around your small frame. “Love your jacket,” he mumbled into your hair. His rough voice was quiet, but the house was silent otherwise, Tusk Side C had finished around when you had noticed the time. The embrace lasted long, but it felt so amazing you had a hard time pulling yourself away, but you had to get back home.

“G’night Harry” you said softly at the threshold of his home. He had insisted on walking you to the front door at least, since you had declined his offer to walk you out to your car on the street. “G’night. Safe travels.”

You got in your car and headed to your apartment in the city. You didn’t bother digging for your phone so you turned on the radio and drove home singing whatever came on, including your own song at one point. The whole time you drove with a grin. Harry was the nicest person you’d ever met and you were confident that the two of you were friends now. As you pulled into your parking garage it dawned on you why you hadn’t connected your phone immediately when you got in your car. “Stupid, stupid, stupid,” you put the car in park and rested your palms in the depressions of your eyesockets, over your closed eyelids, and rubbed hard. “Fuck!” It was far too late to drive back out to Malibu for your phone and you obviously couldn’t text Harry that you’d left your phone at his place, despite the two of you exchanging numbers during the night for future hang outs, so they didn’t have to be arranged through your managers, like playdates. Even if he found your phone between the cushions, he couldn’t drop it at your place in the morning because he didn’t know your address. This was a whole mess, you thought. You’d have to drive over in the morning and hope he was still there or email your manager from your computer. The former meant you got to see Harry sooner and likely your phone, too.

part 2

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julyarchives · 3 years

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Impulsive || (m) Teach Me pt.3

A lot of things go through your head when you think about your relationship with Wooseok, and so you feel very conflicted. You two can’t help but go for each other every time you are together, but where will that lead you two?

→ Pairing: Wooseok x Reader

→ Genre: Smut

→ Words: 1.9K

→ Contains: Smut; Friends To Lovers; Oral Sex (female recieving); Fingering; Masturbation;

→ A/n: To celebrate our birthday boy, here’s part 3 of Teach me! You guys seems to like it a lot, so this is coming together as a series, so hopefully we will see more of this cute couple on the future!

→ Index: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, part 4

Three days went by since your and Wooseok’s meeting in the cupboard under the stairs and your fun together afterward. You did stop by his room after everyone cleared the living room and well, things did get interesting. But since nothing is perfect, especially with him, he had an early morning and the whole week busy so you didn’t get to see him anymore.

It was a weird feeling for you to actually miss him since all you did was fool around with hands and mouths a couple of times. But he was also your best friend so you missed his company whatsoever. The strange feeling was how missing him now accompanied memories of his mouth and the ways you two pleased each other. You scoffed at yourself and went back to making dinner since you promised you’d make your signature dish for the boys this night.

The peace and quiet of the house were soon replaced by the loud noises they made as they got inside, all of them passing by the kitchen to greet you and compliment the smell of your food. Thankfully you were finishing it enough to give them time to shower and gather to have dinner. As everyone went to their shared rooms, Wooseok stayed back and awkwardly stood by the door, slightly scratching his neck in embarrassment.

“So, Y/N… Will… will you stay the night?”, he was blushing and suddenly you felt your cheeks hotter. You wished he was implying something.

“I don’t know yet, maybe”, you smiled and turned back to your food. “Go shower so we can have dinner”, you said firmly.

You didn’t hear him leaving but you certainly heard everyone coming down for dinner as you finished setting the table. The dinner was light and fun, even if they were all very tired. Their presence was soothing to you who was actually quite lonely at your place when they had to leave for work or worse, touring.

The boys were adamant about cleaning everything up for you and you stayed on the couch trying to hear the conversation, which was not hard since they almost screamed at each other just by talking. Unfortunately for you, that meant that you heard something you truly didn’t want to.

“Soo, Wooseokie, what about that girl you spoke to today”, you heard the leader say.

“What about her?”, he seemed nervous and somehow that made you nervous as well.

“She was pretty cute, wasn’t she?”, leave it to the sleazy maknae to make a comment like that, you almost huffed at Kino from the couch.

“You’re gonna ask her out?”, Shinwon said excitedly and everyone let out an “oooh” sound that made your blood boil. Why do that few days later of shoving you and Wooseok inside the cupboard?

The subject changed without an answer from him and you promptly shoved the memory of this conversation in the back of your head, you certainly did not want to deal with any sort of feelings now. To your luck, moments later the boys came back after finishing with the kitchen and quickly said their goodbyes to you so they could sleep. You didn’t even bother to say anything directly at your occasional roommate and just announced you’d be by the living room watching a movie.

Many thoughts and questions filled your head as the house fell silent and the movie started. It was a cheesy rom-com movie and you made your best attempt to focus on it, even if it was on the minimum volume. You’d cringe at every cheesy line, especially the seductive ones, but managed to have fun and forget about that conversation. That was until half of it when the stairs cracked and you jumped up, meeting a doe-eyed Wooseok frozen on it. You smiled and waved, that being the sign for him to come down completely.

As he went to the kitchen, you followed and closed the door behind you so your voices wouldn’t disturb the guys. You hoped on the counter as he got a few leftovers from dinner and quietly heated it. Your insides were shaking and you could see he seemed torn. The hum from the microwave filled the awkward silence and you felt more and more confused about his actions. When the electronic sounded the finishing alarm it seemed like that was Wooseok’s trigger.

He turned around abruptly and walked towards you with a serious face. You barely had time to react as he held your face with both hands and kissed you hard. Your hands pulled on his shirt and quickly the kiss became open-mouthed and heated, tongues meetings halfway and even some teeth clashing but it was an amazing kiss nonetheless. You remembered his previous reactions and lightly pulled his hair, earning a grunt from him and a very hard grip on your waist.

The make-out itself was pretty hot to you and soon enough your core felt wet and you felt bothered by how his hands stopped at your waist. His back was a perfect canvas for your nails to claw onto, his thin cotton white shirt making it all too easy. When you parted, you two couldn’t break eye contact and you only did so when he bit his lip slowly, carefully moving you to the edge of the counter and grinding on you just as slowly. You gasped at the feeling and so did he, who wordlessly started to the nib and kiss your neck, hands finally reaching for your thighs.

Your patience was hitting its limits and you whispered a little “please” while placing his hand on your core through your pants. Wooseok moaned at that, caressing you immediately, his mouth now biting your neck. When his other hand squeezed your breast, almost on cue, the microwave hummed loudly as if to remember it was still on. Wooseok jumped back and muttered a few words that sounded like “my food”, getting the plate out of the machine and looking at you, almost lost.

After a few seconds of deliberation, he placed the plate back in the fridge. He smiled at you, almost innocently.

“I guess I don’t need dinner again, right?”, he chuckled.

“Well, since you said so. What do you want for breakfast, baby?”, you said in a mental lapse, thinking too quickly back to the cheesy movie you were watching.

“…what? Why are you asking me about breakfast at 11 p.m., Y/N?”, the poor guy sounded so confused that you wanted to facepalm yourself but choose to go to the end with the cheesy line and rubbed yourself through your pants, closing your eyes at how good it felt. “Oh”.

You two stared at each other for seconds in silence before bursting out laughing. You jumped out of the counter and he took your hand right away, laughter dying down as he opened the kitchen door and almost dragged you upstairs to his room. When he closed the door, he pulled you close by the waist, one hand caressing your face before kissing you almost tenderly. Your hands caressed his chest and back, stopping at his arms and grabbing them for support as your legs trembled at how intimate it felt.

“Can we go to the bed?”, Wooseok asked uncertainly, almost as if he had never touched you before.

You nodded and laid down sideways, he was quick to follow, and soon you two were facing each other. The room was almost dark, a faint light making it possible to see him. His hand traced your side gently and your hand caressed his hair, making him close his eyes at the sensation.

“I want to taste you again”, he said in a shaky breath, “it’s all I’ve been thinking about”.

“Shit”, his eyes were still closed, biting his lip again. You couldn’t stop staring. “Please do”.

Wooseok untangled from you and moved down on the bed to reach you. He pulled your pants and panties too quick and that showed how desperate he was, that thought made you smile even in your current position. The lack of foreplay didn’t even bother you like his kisses and need for you got you wet in no time. The notion of him being this desperate for you and knowing you were the one who guided him in his first time tasting someone made you feel almost smug. It got stronger when you looked down and saw his dark eyes staring at your intimacy with hunger and fingers greedily squeezing your thighs.

The first touch of his tongue on your clit got you moaning and squirming, which encouraged him to keep going even faster, lapping at you with want. His hair felt soft in your hands and with every pull, you vibrated with his moans. It was hot in every sense and you could only take off the rest of your clothes to grab at your breasts yourself, the pleasure being too good. His long fingers found your entrance and with no hesitation, he got two in, not even giving time to adjust before pumping them in and out of you.

Everything felt too much, his ability to breathe through his nose coming in handy as he ate you out nonstop, and you almost laughed at how you thanked him mentally for being a rapper in your mind. Suddenly, he pulled out, earning a whine from you. Wooseok smirked at that, the puppy eyes now giving room to a very malicious face. He took his shirt off and got up to get the rest off. It was time enough for your fingers to take his place and massage your clit.

You were close and you knew it but you couldn’t stop yourself from reaching your peak. Wooseok grunted at the sight and quickly slapped your hand away and got back to his position, now instead of fingering you, he was pumping his member fast, way too fast. You had to cover your mouth with his pillow in order to not make a sound as he flicked his tongue perfectly, the sounds his hand was making only increased your horny state. A strong wave of pleasure washed through you and you managed to breathe out a few words before biting your lip enough to draw blood.

“Come with me, Wooseok!”, as all you could say and it worked, his movements with his tongue got messier and you felt the bed move with his hips pushing down on it, fucking his own fist and making his own orgasm last.

You two moved together until it ended, his slender body embracing you quickly and laying his head on the swell of your breasts. He took in a deep breath, making you laugh at how ticklish you felt. Wooseok stared at you with so much intensity that you almost looked away but he didn’t let you as he came down to kiss you once again. You didn’t even mind his mouth and chin covered in your juices as you two made out.

He didn’t have to say anything to you as he got up and took an old shirt of his from the closet and handed it to you. You put it on just as quietly, your mind a storm of feelings and you got comfortable to sleep with him once again. Wooseok was too quiet as he cleaned everything up, including you, very gently, which was out of character, and laying down next to you again. You reached to him and gave him a peck on the lips, watching him smile softly with his eyes closed. Just like that, he was asleep, his tiring agenda getting the best out of him. You went to sleep soon after, after too many thoughts, and the feeling that you were fucked overpowered every other. Well, maybe not how your heart raced when you thought of a certain tall funny boy…

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jimlingss · 4 years

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Sugar and Coffee [21]

Chapter 20 - Chapter 21 - Chapter 21.5 OR Chapter 22

➜ Words: 4.5k

➜ Genres: 99.5% Fluff, 0.5% Angst, Pâtisserie school!AU

➜ Summary: It isn't hard to be a pâtisserie chef, but it's not a piece of cake either. It seems like for you in particular, life keeps throwing in one wrench after another. It always finds ways to make your sweets bitter. The cherry on top is Jeon Jungkook — a rival with a sensitive sweet tooth who always finds ways to complain about you.

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Baking is a mastery. It’s an ability that needs to be practiced and refined. It requires discipline and patience, especially when things go wrong. It’s problem solving and creative with never one right answer. It’s practically magic in a silver bowl, a whisk, and an oven. And Jungkook is the best wizard in this kitchen. He preheats the oven to three hundred and seventy five degrees fahrenheit. Then he cuts parchment paper to line a baking sheet and moves to brush the ramekins with melted butter. Jungkook adds the tablespoon of white sugar and rotates the ramekins until the surfaces are coated in it. Five ounces of seventy percent dark chocolate is put into a bowl with two ounces of semisweet chocolate and he melts it over a saucepan with hot water on low heat. Afterwards, he adds the egg yolks until the mixture stiffens. Jungkook wipes his sweat before he mixes in the tablespoon of flour and butter, reducing the heat to low and adding in some cold milk. It’s thickened after three minutes and he adds salt, a pinch of cayenne pepper as a secret ingredient, and mixes. The bowl is left over hot water while he whips egg whites with a pinch of cream of tartar, adding sugar after a bit to create glossy, soft peaks. Jungkook transfers the egg whites into the soufflé base, folding it in gently one third at a time and then he divides the mixture to bake for a full fifteen minutes. What he’s left with at the end is the best chocolate soufflé on the planet. “What do you think?” “It’s really good.” Aeri politely smiles and you roll your eyes. “You don’t need to feed his ego. He’s been raving about it for days now.” “And you’ve eaten at least ten of them.” Jungkook grins and you mutter incoherently, unable to really protest against the claim that’s all too true. The soufflé is puffed and crusty on top, but still gooey and jiggly in the center. It’s risen to its maximum height without collapsing whatsoever, uniform all around. And the texture is cloud-like, soft with the chocolate taste melting on the palate. It took two weeks to perfect — but the outcome made the effort all worth it. “I call it the ultimate soufflé.” Your brows raise. “The ultimate? Not Jungkook’s ultimate?” “Nope. The ultimate.” He smirks and leans into you. “Want another one?” You hope he doesn’t know that it takes a lot of strength for you to reject. Jungkook’s good at baking. That much is clear. You’re not sure if he’s as good as you are of course, but anything that has to do with chocolate practically has his name on it. His chocolate soufflé is no exception. It’s fucking delicious. Enough that even Yoongi asks for seconds and Taehyung almost starts to cry. But you don’t want to admit just how good it is since his ego’s been boundless these past few days. “How does it feel to be in a relationship with the best chocolatier on Earth?” he pipes up suddenly when you haven’t even said a single word for the past five minutes. And when you tell Jungkook he’s not a chocolatier yet, he laughs and tells you he will be soon while condescendingly patting your head like you’re his pet. As if that wasn’t enough, he interrupts snuggling time by rolling over with a pompous look on his face. “I’m just so happy right now.” “Why?” You’re expecting a corny answer along the lines of — ‘because you’re here’. But instead Jungkook sighs dreamily and says, “I really nailed that soufflé, didn’t I?” It’s annoying. You’re just trying to live your life peacefully but in every shape, way, or form, no matter the context, he just has to bring up that goddamn soufflé like it’s his child he’s so proud of. It’s not like you aren’t happy for your boyfriend — frankly, you wouldn’t mind if he bragged or boasted about it to others. But he’s been constantly chirping about it in your ear. And any complaints from you would just warrant his grins and questions of if you’re jealous of his skills. “I don’t know what to add to my portfolio,” you mention passingly one afternoon after much contemplation. Your boyfriend hums. “You need something with chocolate, right?” “Yeah.” “Well, you could make my soufflé. I’m sure it would help with your grade a lot, but—,” Jungkook draws out the syllable with another sly smirk, “my recipe’s a secret. Sorry, babe. Wish I could help.” In spite of your inner exhaustion and vexation, for the sake of being a good girlfriend, you simply nod and let him have his moment. Even if Jeon Jungkook was being unbearably arrogant and reminding you of why you hated him about a year ago, he was clearly happy with the recipe he worked so hard on and you didn’t want to step on that. He deserves some personal limelight, so you let him have it. But luckily, you don’t have to bear the weight of his smug ass by yourself for long. “Yuna!” Your arm waves over your head. The high schooler smiles, rolling her luggage behind her and meeting with you halfway. Immediately, you engulf her in your arms even when she grumbles and resists. “How was the trip here? You’re not hungry, are you?” “God, you’re like my mom,” she huffs. “It was fine. Hey, Jungkook.” Yuna shifts and smiles warmly at your boyfriend who nods, greeting her as well. “Hey.” “So this is the school you go to?” You grin. “Sure is!” The last time you were with Yuna, she expressed interest in the professional baking and pastry arts program. You didn’t expect that she would actually come visit during the week-long break for a tour but it was a surprise you welcomed. You hope you can take her interest and curiosity and inspire her. “Namjoon and Sejeong packed some cookies for you. They told me to say...thanks….for showing me around when you’re busy and stuff.” “It’s not a problem. I’m happy to.” You smile. “Tell them I said thanks too.” “Taehyung’s joining us,” Jungkook reads off his phone and then pockets it. “Apparently, he’s bored.” You shrug. “Fine by me.” “Who’s Taehyung?” Yuna asks. “Just a friend of ours,” you say to ease her obvious worries of the stranger. The three of you wait a few minutes, getting caught up with one another as Yuna talks about what her last classes were about. But soon after, the tall brunette is strolling over with his hands buried in his white hoodie pockets. His hair is disheveled like he just rolled out of bed and you don’t think that’s too far from the truth. “Jimin ditched me to go on some date with the chick from his classic desserts class,” he whines when he gets in ear-shot distance. “I thought I was going to die of boredom.” “Tough life,” you scoff and don’t notice Yuna who’s frozen next to you. Her eyes are wide on the stranger, gaze sweeping up and down at him. She swallows hard before stepping forward and making herself known. “H-Hi. My name is Kim Yuna.” “Oh yeah.” Taehyung grins easily. “They told me about you.” “Did they? I’m glad.” She giggles and tucks her hair behind her ear. You exchange expressions with Jungkook. This was an awfully familiar situation. “I’m Namjoon’s niece, their boss during their internship.” “I’m Kim Taehyung.” They shake hands and Yuna goes in for the kill without hesitation— “Does your girlfriend know you’re here?” Taehyung is flustered, taken aback by the blunt question. “I….don’t have a girlfriend.” “Great.” Yuna answers swiftly with a big smile. You have to admit, she’s bold. The girl has some guts even you don’t have. And you’ve never witnessed Taehyung this perplexed either. It’s hard to catch someone as spontaneous as him off guard. “How old are you?” Taehyung frowns, an apprehensive expression etched on his features like you’re telling him to touch a gooey substance in the corner of some dirty bathroom stall. “I turned eighteen in May,” she declares bluntly. But Taehyung looks unconvinced despite his slow nod. “That’s barely legal,” he mutters and only you and Jungkook catch it. It’s hard to hold back laughter, but you try your best and interrupt— “Should we start the tour?” You show her around campus, walking through the corridors, directing her where the lecture halls are and what classes are where. You tell her what it was like for first years and you show her the dormitories, the lockers, the dining hall, and the kitchen area. All in the meanwhile, Taehyung sticks to Jungkook’s side like gum. It’s obvious that he’s intimidated by the petite high schooler and it’s an amusing sight. But Yuna is a go-getter and somehow manages to get Taehyung beside her to answer her numerous questions. You and Jungkook fall back, no longer showing her the way and you’re reduced to watching their backsides. “You know what I want to eat right now?” Jungkook turns to you, mumbling, “My soufflé.” Here we go again…. You internally sigh, but maintain a stiff smile. “Uh-huh.” “I should make it for Yuna. She’d be blown away.” “What?” The younger girl twirls around at the mention of her name. Jungkook grins at her. “You like soufflé? I make the best chocolate soufflé here.” Yuna blinks, too innocent to know better. “Really?” “Your soufflé isn’t even that good.” It’s a lie. “I bet I could do it better.” That’s an even bigger lie, but you can’t stop it once it’s spewed out of your mouth. It goes silent. Jungkook stops walking. Taehyung turns around. “You think you can make a better chocolate soufflé than me?” Your boyfriend’s eyes narrow, taking personal offence. You shrug — it’s too late to back down now. “Why not? Can’t be that hard.” Jungkook scoffs with a stupidly smug expression, calling your bluff. “You can barely temper chocolate.” “You underestimate me, Jeon,” you bite back and his lips curl. “Fine. Let’s see then.” // It was a mistake — something said on impulse, after days of irritation bubbling in the pit of your stomach. It came tumbling out before you could know better, before you could think twice about the consequences, but now you’re standing in the kitchen at an impromptu competition. “Welcome to the annual Jeon and L/N competition, everyone!” “This isn’t annual,” you mutter at Taehyung’s unnecessary extravagance. He corrects himself— “Welcome to the first annual Jeon and L/N competition, everyone!” The word spread like wildfire, but luckily kept only in the group chat. The last thing you needed were acquaintances, classmates, and teachers coming to watch. The guys were noisy enough. And it’s a testament proven with Yoongi coming over, Hoseok sprinting to get here, and Jimin calling to tell everyone to wait for his date to be over. All of it was enough pressure you could handle at the moment. But even Aeri had caught wind of what was going on and decided to come by. It’s clear that there’s still tension between her and Hoseok. You don’t miss the strained expressions they exchange with one another before taking seats on the opposite ends, but you’re glad that they can at least be in the same room as one another. It’s an improvement. A sign of moving on. Yet you don’t dwell on them — not when you have bigger fish to fry at the moment. “Over here we have Y/N who believes she can make a better chocolate soufflé than Jungkook, an aspiring chocolatier who literally took weeks and weeks to perfect this recipe of his to make it the ultimate soufflé—” “Alright, that’s enough,” you cut off Taehyung, the self-designated commentator, before you start actually sweating. Jungkook is competitive. Everyone and their mother knows that. And that fact alone makes you nervous. He might just throw you entirely under the bus and burn your relationship to the ground for the sake of winning. You’re worried — but you don’t show it. You can’t. If he knows you’re fearful, he’ll have the upper hand. So you feign indifference. After all, if there was one similarity between you and Jungkook, it was that you weren’t going to back down without a fight either. You were born a winner and it was going to stay that way. “And to make it more fair and maximize the amount of desserts we get to eat, over here we have Jeon Jungkook who will be making éclair. A pastry made with choux dough filled with cream and topped with chocolate icing. It is a specialty perfected by Y/N, an aspiring pâtisserie chef who dreams of running her own wedding cake catering services someday.” “Two very different dishes that the opposing member has a speciality in.” Taehyung continues to narrate and nods his head, inadvertently making Yuna giggle, “Who can make it better? You’ll be the judge of that.” It’s ridiculous, but you’re not going to cave in or surrender. Not when Jungkook’s ego was insurmountable and you’d never hear the end of it if you gave up. An hour and a half is put on the clock. Your counters parallel to one another while your friends are gathered at the other, ready to watch, eat their snacks and hang around. You momentarily wonder why you never have the privilege of relaxing like them. But you don’t think about it for too long. The moment Taehyung starts the time, you begin. You preheat the oven and begin buttering the ramekins. “How do you feel, Y/N?” Suddenly a whisk is thrusted in your face, almost puncturing your cheek. It’s a makeshift microphone that you push aside. “Fine.” “What are you doing now?” “What does it look like?” You push Taehyung aside, grabbing sugar to coat the dish. “Well alright then.” He laughs and slinks over to Jungkook’s side who’s humming underneath his breath. He’s much too casual as he finishes greasing a cookie sheet and moves to combine butter and water in a saucepan. “How about you, Jungkook?” “Never been better.” The side of his lip is curled. Jungkook’s black long sleeve is pushed up to his elbows to reveal his forearms, and one peek at him is enough to feel your blood boil. It’s obvious that he doesn’t see you as a threat whatsoever. “You think you’re going to win?” “Unfortunately, I do.” Jungkook plays along with Taehyung’s antics, head so far up in the clouds. “Why unfortunately?” “Well, it’s not everyday I want to crush my girlfriend, but sometimes I just have to.” Jungkook twists to you. “Sorry, babe.” You ignore him, too busy glancing at the label and dumping the chocolate into a small bowl with butter. In the meanwhile, Yoongi chews on his chips and scrutinizes. “Are you sure that’s the right kind?” “Fuck off, Yoongi.” It’s not like you haven’t done this before — you’re just not sure if yours can ever beat Jungkook’s. You whisk in the six egg yolks and add a pinch of sea salt until the melted mixture thickens. At the same time, Jungkook is singing under his breath, forming his pastry dough and piping it out onto his baking sheet. You don’t know how he works so fast, but you concentrate harder, ignoring Jimin asking Yuna if she likes the place so far, disregarding Yoongi’s snarky comments and Hoseok’s music that he turns on as background noise. Once you place egg whites and half a teaspoon of cream of tartar in the electric mixer to beat, you’re finally able to take a moment of relief. Jungkook is also at his mixer beating his heavy cream for the filing. “Nervous, babe?” You scoff at him. “As if.” “Alright then.” Jungkook smirks, almost as if he finds your snobbery endearing. You hate how he can see right through you, but you still maintain the facade anyhow. At this moment, he was your rival first and your boyfriend second. “It smells so good.” Yuna inhales. Aeri smiles at her. “That would be Jungkook's choux pastry in the oven.” “Who do you think is going to win?” Taehyung suddenly asks the high schooler, thrusting the whisk in front of her. She smiles gingerly. “I don’t know. Who do you think will win?” Taehyung hums and ignores the protest of his friend when he says— “I’ll put my money on Y/N.” “Want to bet on it then?” Yuna asks, lashes batting back and forth. “Loser takes the other person to dinner.” “What about you, Chim?” Taehyung immediately diverts his vision, pretending that he doesn’t hear her deal. He even disregards Aeri and Hoseok’s stunned expressions of Yuna’s forwardness. “Who do you think?” You add the sugar carefully, one tablespoon at a time until the egg whites hold glossy, stiff peaks. Then you’re gently folding the egg whites into your soufflé base until it’s a light and fluffy mixture ready to be put into the ramekins. But you know it’s too basic. It would never beat Jungkook’s. So in the midst of your inner hysteria, you sprinkle in a teaspoon of cinnamon and nutmeg. Yoongi, the only person who’s actually watching, quirks his brow but doesn’t say anything. The soufflés are popped into the oven and by then, Jungkook is still working. He’s letting his pastries cool on a rack, his filling already in a piping bag, and he’s busy making the icing. “How do you feel now, Y/N?” “The same.” You shrug. “I know I’m going to win, so…” Your boyfriend lifts his chin, a small smirk gracing his lips. “We’ll see about that.” “You aren’t intimidated whatsoever?” Taehyung asks. “I mean Jungkook’s soufflé was fucking deli—cious. It was like gooey on the inside and so soft, but really crispy on the outside and very, very chocolatey. It felt like an explosion of flavour—” “Alright.” You shut him up and move over to steal Yoongi’s bag of chips, much to his dismay. In the few minutes that you finally get to sit down and rest, you observe Jungkook. In spite of his arrogance, he’s working quite hard. You’re impressed he agreed to make éclairs in just an hour and a half since it usually takes two. But Jungkook works quickly, efficiently, and your eyes can’t help lingering on his exposed forearms, the furrow of his brows, the tip of his tongue peeking out of his pink lips. God. As competitive as you are, a part of you doesn’t even care who wins — you already feel like a winner. The beeping of your oven breaks you out of your daydream. “You should wipe off your saliva,” Yoongi mutters out of the corner of his mouth, knowing full well that you were ogling Jungkook in silence. You glare at the dark-haired man, a silent threat not to say anything lest it becomes clear you have other priorities other than winning. You take your soufflés out of the oven, breathing a sigh of relief when you see them. They all rose. A few with them have cracks and they’re not uniform whatsoever, but it’s more than you hoped for. The aroma of chocolate fills the room, making Yuna antsy in her seat. You begin dusting the top with powdered sugar. “Two minutes left, chefs,” Hoseok warns with a grin, peeking over at Taehyung’s timer. Jungkook is long finished piping his éclairs, already drizzled the chocolate icing over top of it and allowing them to set in the fridge. You step back from your counter as well. “I’m done.” “Same here.” “Finally!” Yuna is cheering. “Can we taste them now?” You’re the first to go since the soufflés are still piping hot. It’s six servings with Yuna receiving the first one since she’s the guest of honour. Then the rest are passed to Taehyung, Yoongi, Jimin, Hoseok, Aeri. They dig in without hesitation and you watch with your breath hitched. “It’s really good,” Hoseok says, chewing in his cheek. “I like it a lot.” Aeri smiles. “You did a good job, Y/N.” “Thanks.” Even if you don’t win, you feel great at your attempt. Yuna hisses when it burns her tongue and she hums after letting it cool. There doesn’t seem to be any complaints from anyone. “The top can be crustier. It’s baked well through though,” Yoongi notes pompously after sniffing his spoonful for the past minute to take in the scent. “Not half bad.” “But is it better than Jungkook’s?” Taehyung asks. It’s silent. No one can give a blatant answer. Jungkook is appalled that they even need to think about it. “Give me that.” He grabs Jimin’s and takes a spoonful. Jungkook bites, chews, and his brows furrow. “What...is that? There's something in there that’s weird. Like the aftertaste is off.” In hindsight, cinnamon and nutmeg probably wasn’t the best idea. But you don’t say anything and you plop your hand on Yoongi’s shoulder as an implicit warning not to speak about it. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” It’s your turn to take a taste and the moment it hits your tongue, you know the outcome. It’s miles and miles away from Jungkook’s standards. Your soufflé is good, but not crying-worthy. It doesn’t bring tears to your eyes and make you remember your mother’s home cooking, how you gathered around the table for dessert during warm holidays. The situation only gets shittier when you take a taste of Jungkook’s éclair. The custard is tangy and smooth, pastry crispy and buttery, chocolate icing sweet at all the right places. And all you can think is — what. the. fuck. This guy had to have a cheat code for life. There’s no way he can be so good at everything he does. It’s impossible. It’s unbelievable. It’s unfair. “What do you think?” Jungkook stares at you in particular, trying to gauge your reaction. You swallow hard, managing a half-hearted shrug. “It’s decent.” It’s clear with his smile he can see you’re trying to hide your true feelings. “Want me to save you seconds?” “I’m fine.” You wave your hand at him, despite your heart saying otherwise. It causes Jungkook to chuckle, but he doesn’t push to spare your pride. It’s hard to tell if his éclair is better than yours — but the mere fact that Jungkook hadn’t even had time to perfect his recipe or practice yet made it this good has your knees weak. You’re glad you don’t have him as your competition on a daily basis anymore. “This is pretty good,” Yuna admits, licking off her fingers. Yoongi seems to be enjoying it as well, eating quietly as he studies it. Hoseok is making noises at the back of his throat and Taehyung nods in approval. “Have you only made this once before?” Jimin asks. “Once or twice. Can’t remember.” Jungkook grins and that’s even more impressive. You’re conflicted of being proud of having such a talented boyfriend and being spiteful of him as a rival. Eventually, Taehyung dismisses the two of you for the rest of them to ‘deliberate’ and judge. You step out into the hallway and Jungkook throws his arm over your shoulder, pulling you close. “Don’t be too sad when you lose, babe. I’ll comfort you with my golden trophy.” “There is no trophy.” “Hmmm, how about a kiss then?” His nose bumps against you, smiling wide. You feign a pout. “I’ll think about it.” “Alright, love birds.” Taehyung pokes his head out of the door in less than two minutes. “We’ve made our decision.” You gather back together again. All of them are pretending to be very experienced pâtisserie chefs with decades of experience. It’s both an amusing and lame sight — but you don’t comment in case they decide to deduct your points and Jimin grins, reading off the paper he has in front of him. “Y/N, your chocolate soufflé was very moist and delectable. It had the perfect amount of sweetness. We found your techniques to be very competent and proficient. The presentation was great. The texture was very soft and the flavour was very deep. The aftertaste, on the other hand, was unique and different. It caused many to continue tasting to pinpoint what it was. You obviously accomplished what you set out to do and you made a very tasty dessert.” Jimin clears his throat. “And Jungkook, your éclair was alright.” “Y/N wins,” Yuna announces with giddy laughter, arms in the air. “Wait.” Jungkook frowns. “What?” “Me?” You point to yourself, starting to laugh. “I won!” “It was a consensus,” Taehyung spits in the midst of giggles. “This is obviously rigged!” Jungkook protests loudly. “Don’t be a sore loser.” Hoseok shouts and the rest ignore his outcry. Yoongi nods in approval. “Congratulations, Y/N.” You put your hand over your heart. “Thank you.” You didn’t plan this — maybe they were sick of Jungkook’s ego too or maybe they just thought it would be hilarious to see his reaction, but whatever the case may be, you’re glad that they have your back. You lean over to your boyfriend, giving a brief peck on his pouting lips. “This is so rigged,” he mutters, less upset after your kiss. You smile at him and quirk your head to the side. “Life’s rigged, sweetheart. But tell me, how does it feel to be in a relationship with the best chocolatier on Earth?” Jungkook scoffs, a grin spreads into his face. // Informal baking competitions are all fun and games, but it’s not so much at the end when there’s a mountain of dishes to wash in the sink and a whole kitchen to clean. The others have long left after satisfying their sweet tooths, so you and Jungkook have been hard at work yet again. But in the midst of wiping down the counters, your eyes stray to Jungkook’s pastries. He’s stepped out for a moment, so you take the opportunity swiftly by its throat. You lurch across the floor and grab an éclair to eat. But as you’re stuffing your face as fast as you can while relishing in the deliciousness, you don’t notice the man creeping up on you. “Having those seconds, huh?” You’re scared shitless, jolting, and you whirl around to see Jungkook with his shit eating grin that just screams ‘I knew it’. You’ve been caught in the act. There’s no denying it now. All you can do is swallow your mouthful. “So you liked it that much? You should’ve just admitted it from the start, Y/N. You know I can read you like an open book—” You grab Jungkook by the back of his neck and pull him in for a smothering kiss, just to shut him up. It’s a slow kiss, one where he cleans the cream off your lips and tastes the sugar on your tongue. It’s ambiguous who the real winner is. When you pull apart, you know you both feel like it. “Happy?” Jungkook laughs, nose scrunched and eyes crinkled. “Very.”

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The Familiar Face (Chapter 3)

Pairings: Ethan Ramsey x Victoria Clarke

Word count: 1.2k

Summary: Victoria and Sienna meet up for lunch and a catch up

Rating: General Audiences

Category: Fluff, series

Previous chapter here

Chapter Three: A Catch Up

Victoria was up early the next morning. Not 6am early but 8am early. Ethan liked to let her sleep in when he wasn’t working but now they were both at home this week, they were both sleeping past their alarm clocks.

Victoria was sat at the kitchen table, looking at the news on her laptop. She knew she shouldn’t be looking at it but she couldn’t help herself. There were several articles covering Ed Farrugia’s visit to Edenbrook.

Nominee Ed visits local hospital

Rallying the locals - Republican Ed visits Bloom Edenbrook who saved his life years ago

Start as you mean to go on - Farrugia gains support and respect for hospital visit

Victoria rolled her eyes at the article headlines. But the one that talked about saving his life was half true. Yes they did manage to successfully find out what was wrong with him but when disaster struck, he just ran away and left others to clean up his mess. Victoria just hoped Massachusetts had some sense to not vote for him.

“What are you looking at?” Ethan entered the kitchen.

“Just some articles on Ed’s visit yesterday. Seems like there’s a lot of the media on his side. Maybe people will be glad seeing someone from their state running for office.” Victoria sighed.

“And if that’s the case then there’s nothing we can do about it. Remember, control what you can control.” Ethan said wrapping his arms around Victoria from behind and pressing lazy kisses to her neck.

“Maybe you’re right. Are the twins not up yet?”

“No, which is unusual. I’ll go wake them up.” Ethan planted one last kiss on Victoria’s head and headed out the kitchen.

As Victoria continued to scroll through the articles, she saw a text message from Sienna pop up on her phone.

Fancy a catch up at lunch, 12pm? My treat x

Victoria smiled at her phone. If there was anyone who would help lift her mood, it was Sienna. Victoria fired back a quick yes before heading upstairs.

“I’m going to meet Sienna for lunch.” Victoria called out as she saw Ethan in Luke’s room.

“That’s good, if anyone can make you smile it’s Sienna.”

“And you of course.” Victoria laughed.

“Well I don’t want to toot my own horn.” Ethan laughed back.

Victoria walked into her and Ethan’s room and sat down at the vanity and began to get ready. It only took her 20 minutes to do her make up, opting for a simple look before she picked out a purple top and some jeans to wear.

It wasn’t long before she was leaving the house and heading towards the coffee shop she and Sienna frequently hung out in.

“Hey Sienna!” Victoria smiled as Sienna approached her.

“Hey Vic! I’m glad I got away on time. We had a major trauma this morning.” Sienna gave her a hug before they entered the coffee shop.

“What happened?” Victoria asked.

“Some sort of explosion in a science class. Thankfully no one was seriously hurt. Just minor burns.” Sienna replied.

The two women ordered lunch and brought it over to one of the empty tables by the window.

“So how are my two favourite godchildren?” Sienna beamed.

“Driving Ethan and I mad.” Victoria laughed a little. She got out her phone and showed her some latest pictures.

“Oh em gee they’re so cute! I miss cuddles with them.”

“They miss Aunt Sienna too.”

“And how are you and Ethan enjoying your week off?” Sienna asked.

“I’m not gonna lie it feels strange. Especially with Ethan being around more. I’ve never really realised how much I miss him when he’s not around.” Victoria replied.

“You deserve the time off.”

“So tell me, what really happened at the hospital when Ed came to visit? And don’t skirt around anything. I want the full story.”

Sienna explained how the hospital were briefed only 15 minutes before Ed turned up that he would be visiting, although she didn’t realise he was in the hospital until she saw the news coverage and how Leland Bloom had approached her when she rushed downstairs to see if it was true and asked her to give Ed a tour of the hospital. Ed Farrugia hadn’t even given her a glance and she did most of the talking whilst Ed just nodded and had an assistant write out some notes on their notepad.

“So he didn’t even acknowledge you? Didn’t make any small talk or ask any questions?” Victoria asked.

“None whatsoever. It was incredibly annoying. I thought I made fair comments about him all those years ago. I gave a constructive opinion on him. And remember all those tweets about me that praised my honesty? I was labelled a hero!”

“There’s no way he’d forget Edenbrook. Maybe he’s only acting in front of the media. Deep down, I reckon he would crack if anyone of us asked him about what happened that day.” Victoria said.

“That’s what I thought as well. Plus he said he never wanted to see or hear from us ever again. I reckon he didn’t want to pay a visit but he knew it would be good for support.” Sienna replied.

“When did he say that?” Victoria asked.

“That day.” Sienna looked down. Victoria reached over to take her hand, giving it a gentle squeeze, urging her to continue when she was ready. “Ethan and I found him hiding in a supply closet. When I agreed to sing his praises to the media he said that would be the last time we ever saw each other.”

“I think he meant that. He was just playing to the media’s advantages by attending the hospital and acting like he was just paying a normal visit. He was probably wishing he was anywhere else.”

The two women then opted away from discussing Ed Farrugia and went on to chat about everything else.

It wasn’t long before Victoria was heading home, as she turned the key in the lock and opened the door she was surprised to be greeted with silence. Normally, Luke and Lily ran to greet her at the door but this time they didn’t.

Victoria took her shoes off and walked into the living room. It was empty. She then made her way to the kitchen where she found who was looking for.

“Mommy!” Luke and Lily beamed when they saw Victoria. They were covered in cake mixture.

“What have you been up to?” Victoria laughed as she looked at Ethan.

“We made a cake!” Luke said.

“Did you? It looks like you’re wearing most of it.”

“It’s never been a simple task.” Ethan laughed.

“But it tastes so good Daddy.” Lily looked up at Ethan.

“It’ll taste even better when it’s cooked. But now it looks like we’re going to have to hose you down.” Ethan ushered the kids out the kitchen, instructing them to go up the stairs and to not touch the walls.

“Did you have fun?” Victoria asked smirking.

“We thought it would be a nice surprise for you.”

“Everything you do is a nice surprise for me.” Victoria leant up to press a kiss to Ethan’s jaw.

“I’m glad you think so. Now let’s see how long it will take us to shower them before they turn into cake monsters.” Ethan took Victoria’s hand.

“Lead the way.” Victoria smiled.

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rapperkookz · 4 years

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don’t be suspicious (m)

pairing: bf!taehyung x reader genre: smut, lil fluff word count: 2.7k warnings: fingering, cunninglingus, slight exhibitionism, squirting, choking kink !! AH KIM TAEHYUNG

summary: you were just trying to pay attention to your class, but taehyung had other plans in mind

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Your POV

You always had a loose idea about this, but time, ultimately, is just a concept.

Ever since the quarantine had been put into effect, you’ve been spending the days doing anything and everything that you could to pass the time. You’ve made an unbelievable amount of recipes that you had seen on TikTok, including every different iteration of that dalgona coffee that everyone makes. Hell, even your boyfriend has caught onto how you make it, and not only can he not cook, he hates coffee as well.

Speaking of your boyfriend, he was spending quarantine with you, rather than at his apartment or dorm. You questioned him at the beginning of the lockdown if him staying with you was too much of an inconvenience, he still traveled back and forth to the company pretty often for work and practice anyways even if his tour schedule was postponed for the time being. He responded back with “I’d miss you too much if I was quarantined with the boys, I already can’t see you when we’re on tour, at least let me practice my isolation with you.” Needless to say, you never asked again, you were glad to see him this often anyway.

You and Taehyung were currently watching Demon Slayer on Hulu. You rested your elbow on the arm of the couch, using that arm to prop your head up as you tried to pay attention to the screen in front of you. You were zoning out, you guys have been watching this show for the past 3 hours, you would rather pay attention to your boyfriend who was looking so cute from where he laid. His head was on your lap while his body extended out to the rest of the couch. Your other hand that wasn’t holding your head up, was playing with his hair.

Taehyung hasn’t dyed his hair an extreme color for a while, so his hair was back to its native rich black tuft. He loved when you played with his hair, something about your hands running through his scalp was so soothing. You moved your fingers under his bangs and pulled it back, exposing his forehead. You giggled at how funny he looked, his eyebrows scrunching at the sudden breeze to his head.

The comfortable silence between you two was suddenly rudely interrupted by your phone alarm, the words “CLASS IN 10 BITCH YOU BETTER NOT BE ASLEEP” wildly flashing on the screen. You frowned and turned it off, turning to your boyfriend who seemed like he had no intentions of moving whatsoever.

“Tae, get your lazy ass up, I have to tune into my class.” you tell Taehyung gently, poking his cheeks. Once Taehyung got the idea to get up, he hummed, padding around the living room and grabbing his airpods while you picked up your laptop off the coffee table. As soon as you typed your password to unlock your laptop, you let out an extremely loud groan. Taehyung had began to walk back over to the couch, his hands occupied with his case in one hand and his phone in the other.

“Everything alright?” You frowned up at him, sighing dramatically.

“I really don’t wanna go to class, Tae.” You let out another groan, your hand already hovering over the Youtube tab instead of opening your university portal for Zoom. Taehyung clicked his tongue, kissing the top of your head.

“C’mon Princess. I’ll make you coffee so that you stay awake during class.” Taehyung had already started making his way into the kitchen. You gave him a curious look, “You’re making coffee? Tae, you hate coffee.”

“I know, but it’s for you. I’m making myself a hot cocoa afterwards.” Taehyung chuckled. Something was off about Taehyung in that moment, he never used Princess outside of the bedroom, even if it was to get you to fulfill a non-sexual favor. You decided not to think too much about it, opening your Zoom call for your class. Once you connected, you said your greetings to your class and conversed with your classmates, then muting your mic and camera and waiting for your professor to begin class. You heard the soft whirring of the hand mixer in the background, occasionally flitting your eyes between Taehyung and your computer screen. On screen, your professor began to go over housekeeping, but you were already starting to zone out, feeling much rather interested in the ASMR food video on the right side of your split screen. After 10 minutes of not paying attention to your class, Taehyung walked back to where you were, two mason jars in hand. He made sure that your camera was off before moving past you to go on the other side of the couch.

You pressed a kiss on his cheek as a thank you, stirring the metal straw so that your drink was incorporated. Taehyung smiled and put a hand on your thigh, massaging it gently. You put your computer on the table and made yourself more comfortable, moving both you and Taehyung so that his arm framed around your body nicely while you leaned back into his touch. Taehyung pressed another kiss to your temple, humming while scrolling mindlessly through his phone.

Only a few more minutes had passed with your professor’s monotonous voice, but when you had tuned back in, your professor was telling everyone that the university required all your webcams to be on if they could and the microphone unmuted. You cocked an eyebrow at Taehyung, the two of you shifting your positions while making a silent agreement that the angle of the camera wouldn’t expose his true identity. Sure, your classmates knew that you had a partner but they didn't know it was a famous idol. To be more specific, an idol who’s a member of the most famous boyband in the world.

One by one, the boxes on your screen started to reveal your classmates, all looking completely annoyed by the fact that they had to show their faces. You glanced at Taehyung once again, his hand giving your thigh a light squeeze of reassurance, before turning the camera on, still leaving your microphone on mute until you had to speak. You forced a grin and leaned back against the couch, trying to listen as your professor started lecturing again. You zoned out for about 30 minutes into your lecture, your mind bored and on the verge of taking a nap.

Taehyung turned his head to look at you from his side of the couch, a smile playing on his lips at how adorable you looked. He snorted upon seeing your head slightly bounce in fatigue, your eyelids doing anything possible to stay awake. You jumped as he pinched your skin, trying to keep you alert. “Baby, I made you coffee for a reason.”

“I know, but class really is just so boring, Tae.” You whined tilting your screen up so that it only showed the top half of your face. He glanced at your computer, making sure he was totally out of the shot, before scooching closer to you. You paid no mind to his actions, your body already leaning closer to his touch, as your attention went to your phone. Clicking his tongue, Taehyung took your phone out of your hands and placed it on the table, gripping your thigh a little tighter. “I think I know how I can help you stay awake, Princess.”

It was impossible to miss the mischievous glint in his eyes and the way his voice dropped 4 octaves while calling your pet name. Your breath caught in your throat as his hand that was on your thigh started inching its way higher up your leg. You let out a little whimper, eyes darting to your screen in panic as if your whole class could see what you and your boyfriend were doing.

“Relax, Princess. We won’t get caught,” he chuckled, massaging the insides of your thigh, close to where you were starting to desperately need him, but not exactly where he knew you wanted him. “At least, don’t make it obvious.”

“Shut up, you started this,” you gave him a look, feigning annoyance as he palmed your core. You bit your lip, your cheeks starting to blush at how damp your shorts were getting in this short amount of time. Taehyung only smirked as if reading your embarrassment and moved the fabric to the side, his bare hand making skin to skin contact with your pussy. He stole another glance at your screen as he shifted his position closer, sucking lightly on your shoulder. You whined subconsciously spreading your legs further apart as he prodded a finger at your entrance, gathering up the juices that were building up at the little hole.

“God you’re so wet,” he practically groaned into your shoulder, slipping a finger in and twisting it against your walls. You let out a squeak, your hand grasping onto his arm for support. He only grinned and added another finger, the intrusion making you clench around his hand.

“Tae,” you moaned meeting his gaze which was growing hazy with lust, “go faster.”

The boy tutted, his eyes narrowing as he sent you a glare, “are you telling me what to do, Princess?” You let out a moan as a loud smack resonated in the living room, your thigh stinging red from having contact with Taehyung’s hand. “Now pay attention to class.”

You forced your eyes away from your boyfriend and turned back to your computer. Luckily, no one seemed to notice (or care) about your lack of attention, everyone else seeming as distracted with doing their own things as you were. Your professor still carried on with the lecture. For a few minutes, you were fine. Your focus was semi on the Zoom call, but mostly on the way Taehyung’s fingers were casually thrusting in and out of your pussy. Even you thought that he was getting a little bored by the way he was still going through Twitter on his phone, which was in his other hand. Every once in a while, he would throw you a curve ball and speed up his pace or scissor you, making your lower body jolt in surprise as the heat suddenly built up in your stomach. But like the tease he was, he would slow down his movements, snickering as your orgasm disappeared.

Your breathing started to get shallow, Taehyung noticing how glazed your expression became. His pants were getting unreasonably tight, which was odd because he usually wore spacious flowy bottoms. This whole situation turned him on to no end, the boy having no second doubts as he removed his fingers and got on his knees in between your legs. “Tae, what are you-oof!”

You made a sound of surprise as he pulled your body to the edge of the couch, too preoccupied in making sure he still wasn’t seen on screen as he removed your shorts. He linked his arms under your knees as he sat face to face with your pussy, pressing kisses to the insides of your thighs before licking a stripe up your folds, circling his tongue over your bud of nerves before sucking harshly on your clit. “O-oh fuck!”

You closed your eyes, all your focus on the stimulation that Taehyung was giving your body. He moaned into your pussy, nuzzling his face against your folds as he aggressively sucked on your outer labia. He knew you loved a little bit of pain, your inner sadism only making his cock throb against his pants.

“y/n, what are your thoughts?”

The both of you froze at your professor calling your name, your cheeks blushing hotly in fear of being caught. You cleared your throat and unmuted the microphone, trying to keep your voice steady and composed as you answered, “Sorry, can you say the question again? I have a little headache and it sort of distracted me.”

You almost kicked Taehyung at the quiet snort he let out against your pussy, your body jolting again as he continued his administrations. Your professor repeated the question, you racking your brain to come up with a bullshit response. “-and that is-oo ow!” You tried to cover up your moan of pleasure with one of pain, ending your response and quickly muting your microphone. God you were going to kill Taehyung.

“You have a headache Princess?” He smirked to which you responded with a glare. The reason why you had to fake your pain was because Taehyung conveniently decided to thrust two fingers into your pussy while sucking on your clit. “Don’t give me that look, you know this turns you on, you’re practically dripping.”

“Shut up.” You said but fuck, you knew he was right. He removed all contact from your core and challenged you with a glare, making you whine as the pleasure disappeared, “...Daddy, please.”

He moved your screen up so that the camera view was of the ceiling before returning to his spot, “Don’t you dare hold back Princess, you’re going to cum and that’s it. I don’t fucking care about your class.”

You opened your mouth to say something, but a moan cut through your throat, a sudden blast of pleasure filling your body as Taehyung ate you out like a man starved. The moans from your boyfriend and the slick sounds from your pussy were obscene, you were almost embarrassed. He thrusted his tongue in your entrance as his thumb worked on your clit, moving at a fast pace as he tried to get you off. Aggressively, he pushed you down against the couch and replaced his mouth with three fingers, hammering them in and out of your folds as his other hand grasped your throat. Another wave of heat shot down to your core as he squeezed his hand slightly, the obstruction to your airways making your eyes roll to the back of your head, your mouth agape in pleasure. “Yeah, Princess? You love being choked, huh, my fucking dirty girl.”

“Daddy,” you gasped out, your body starting to shake as your high approached. Taehyung started sucking hickies on your neck, the purple bruises starting to form as he quickened the pace of his fingers. “You gonna cum, Princess?” All it took was a bite to your sweet spot and a flicker of his thumb to your clit for your orgasm to burst, an explicit moan leaving your mouth as your body shook erratically, strings of your release shooting out of your pussy as Taehyung fingered you through your high.

You could barely register the ending comments of your professor finishing class as you tried to calm down your breathing. Your body twitched in overstimulation as Taehyung continued to pump his fingers in your hole, “T-Tae.”

He grinned and pressed a kiss to your neck before reluctantly pulling away, sitting on the opposite side of the couch as he stared at you lovingly. You could only laugh at how he could switch from being dominant to adorable in a matter of seconds. “Sorry baby, I just love making you squirt, it’s so hot.”

“Ugh, I can’t believe you.” You said embarrassed covering your face with your hands. “You really did this to me while I was in class, you said you were trying to help me pay attention.”

He shrugged and closed your laptop, noticing that the call already ended. Your boyfriend stood to grab some tissues, coming back to gently clean up your pussy and the mess your release made on the couch, “We’re gonna have to wash this cushion, baby.”

You chuckled and wore your shorts again, briefly fixing your appearance before wobbling your way over to Taehyung who was in the kitchen washing his hands. You snaked your arms around his waist in a back hug squeezing his body tightly against yours. “I love you, baby. Thank you, that was fun.”

“I love you too,” he said with a smile, pushing his ass against you jokingly. You giggled before moving one of your hands to his crotch, which was still hard from your actions earlier. “O-oh hello.”

“I still have another way to thank you, Daddy.”

“Yeah, Princess?” He smirked turning around in your hug. Taehyung placed his hands on your waist and pulled your body flush to his, his cock pressing against your hip. “I think you do need to repay me after all that attitude earlier.”

Your stomach jumped in excitement, your core already getting wet again as he led you to your bedroom. You were definitely going to repay Taehyung as best as you could.

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A/N i...cannot believe i wrote this. i am just /whipped/ for kim taehyung. i hope you enjoyed, i am an amateur at smut scenes so hopefully this wasn’t bad. big uwus

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wowweeharrystyles · 4 years

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Part 6 | Home & Misunderstandings | 7.2K

‘Sequins & Zippers’ Summary: An internship with Harry Lambert transformed into a job of a lifetime - Aurora Del Gatto finds herself touring the world with the one & only Harry Styles as his ‘Head of Wardrobe.’ Aurora is nothing but nerves & excitement as she packs her bags & almost 100 custom designer suits that belong to an unbelievably kind rockstar. She never thought she’d fall in love on top of it all.

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Germany and Birmingham go off without a hitch. Aurora has never felt this happy she thinks. In the arena’s and hotel rooms neither of them have a care in the world but Aurora does notice herself holding back from showing any sort of affection, unless Harry initiates it, when they’re in public. Granted, they’re rarely in public together but she still notices it. Most of the time the thought is fleeting, only appearing when she has the urge to tuck her face into his neck or press a kiss to his lips just cause she feels like it. The quick paced life of being on tour distracts her from thinking about it too much.

Harry was excited to be back home to spend a few days with his friends and family and to share his show with them. There’s no doubt about it that performing is his favourite thing and then add in seeing his family and he’s over the moon. Aurora on the other hand was a bit nervous. From the bit of conversation she had heard the other day when Harry was on the phone with his mom, she knew Anne knew about her. Harry made a comment in passing last night about how Aurora and Gemma would get along really well. That’s when it dawned on Aurora that she would be meeting Harry’s friends, his family. Being nervous is normal right? Aurora’s telling herself it is. She just doesn’t know if she’s more nervous to actually meet his family or that she doesn’t actually know what he’s told them what they are. What are they, even? She doesn’t want to ask, they’ve had enough conversations lately and she doesn’t want to add another to the list.

When she gets to the arena, there’s a lot of excitement as usual. There are more new faces than normal. Most of these new faces have “guest” lanyards hanging around their neck. Aurora assumes their friends, family, people she’ll get introduced to eventually. She goes about her business though, trying not to worry about what’s to come later, it’ll only make it all more nerve wracking. She goes through her normal routine before her phone rings.

- Finishing up lunch with my mum and sister right now and about to head to the arena. Are you there?” -

- yeah, I’m here, when will you get here? -

- Be there in 20minutes about -

- my mum and gems are excited to meet ya -

Aurora puts her phone face down on the table after she reads the last message. So they are prepared to meet me? Or is he just saying that to be nice? You really never know with Harry, but aurora doesn’t encourage the conversation.

A few minutes later her phone rings, expecting it to be her mom she flips it over. “Harry” flashes across the screen. She should’ve expected it.

“Hello?” she answers as normally as possible.

“Ror?”

“Yeah?”

“Mum and Gems are off to the loo. I know we never officially talked about you meeting them, but it’s inevitable yeah?”

“Harry-”

“Rory, I saw how you reacted when I mentioned you and Gems would get along well last night and then no response to my last text.” He pauses. “I’m not gonna make you meet them, but even if we weren’t, we weren’t, uhm,” he pauses again, clearly not sure what to call this either, “even if we weren’t us, how we are now, you would’ve met them anyways, yeah?” Aurora hums into the speaker in agreance. “But still, I’d like you to meet them.”

“Yeah, you’re right.”

“It’s important to me.” He can hear Aurora let out a deep breath on the other end. “I don’t want to stress you out though.”

“No, no, I’m fine, really. I want to meet them too.” Aurora pauses now. “Just, just, I don’t want to have a full blown conversation about this, but, what-”

“What are we?” Harry finishes her question.

“Uhm, yeah.”

“We’re just us, yeah? No need to label anything right now.”

“Uhm yeah, okay…” her voice trails off. She’s not sure how she feels about that answer.

“If it helps, I have absolutely no intentions of being with anyone else, you’re all there is for me.” Aurora smiles at the admission. There’s a feeling in her chest that makes her want to keep asking Harry, ask him what that really means, but she doesn’t.

“Well, the same goes for me.” She says eventually. “Okay, so now that that is out in the open, bring on Anne and Gem,” Aurora adds enthusiastically, trying to sound normal.

“Hah alright, we’ll see you in a bit yeah?” Harry chuckles.

“Mhm, but for the record I’m still nervous as shit.”

“They already love you, don’t worry about it okay? There’s no pressure whatsoever.”

When Harry walks into the green room, Anne and Gemma trailing behind him, he has a hot to go coffee cup in his hand. The fresh latte that is now in her hands distracts Aurora for a moment. The light kiss to her lips erases her mind completely, nerves washed away.

“Aurora, this is my mum, Anne and my sister, Gemma,” Harry introduces her to them, a light touch of his hand at her back. “Mum, Gems, this is Aurora.”

“Oh, it’s so lovely to meet you, dear,” Anne says sweetly, before pulling Aurora into a hug.

“Hi!” Gemma greets brightly once Anne pulls away. Aurora is pulled into another hug.

“Hi!” Aurora smiles back at both of them. “Happy to meet both of you. How was lunch?”

They continue the normal conversation about their lunch as they walk to Harry’s dressing room. Aurora thanks Harry for the latte and presses a kiss to his cheek when Anne and Gemma aren’t paying attention for a moment.

“So how are you liking being on the road?” Anne asks Aurora while they all get comfortable in the dressing room. Aurora opts to sit in the single arm chair that’s placed next to the couch.

“It’s different, but I’m really liking it. I never traveled much growing up so it’s been amazing to see all these new places.” Harry’s decided to sit on the armrest of aurora’s chair and she looks up to him with a questioning look.

“What?” He asks with a short chuckle.

“What do you mean ‘what’? Go sit on the couch with your mom,” she answers. She turns back to Anne who is sitting on the couch. “Whenever I came home during school breaks or something she would, well she still does, make me sit next to her on the couch or restaurant or wherever we were. Always says she needs to make the most out of having time with me.” Aurora looks back up to Harry who hasn’t moved yet. “Go on, then,” she encourages motioning to Anne and the couch.

Once Harry sits down on the couch next to his mom he relaxes and lets his head rest on her shoulder. There’s an instant change in his demeanor. She can’t put a finger on it exactly. It’s almost like his extra confident exterior breaks down. A boyish grin appears on his face as Anne pats his knee.

“Quite like her so far,” Anne whispers to Harry but Aurora catches it, just barely and smiles to herself.

“Mum, think she might’ve heard you,” Gemma points out with a laugh. Anne shrugs and smiles at Aurora. “What’s your favourite place you’ve been to so far?”

“Spain,” Harry answers for Aurora.

“Hey,” Aurora whines, “pretty sure Gemma was asking me.”

“I know that Ror, but I also know Spain was your favourite.”

“I mean yeah, but,” Aurora stops and sighs with a shake of her head.

“Why Spain?” Gemma asks through a laugh.

“We went to Fundación Joan Miró. I really love museums.”

“You should’ve seen Rory’s face when we got there. Kid in a candy store.” Harry adds

“Who else did you guys go with?” Anne asks, all while knowing the answer. Aurora almost cowers back, she realises she’s a bit self conscious about the expansive amount of time she and Harry have spent alone. She hasn’t even told her own mom about it all.

“Uhm, it was just Harry and I… he-he surprised me.” Anne nods slowly, a small smile appearing as fast as it disappears.

Gemma leans over to knock her fist against Harry’s knee. “Good work, lil’ bro.” She’s serious but has a joking tone to it.

“Right?” He responds with a laugh, then flashes Aurora a smile just for her.

Aurora doesn’t feel like she’s getting drilled with questions but she’s still on edge and knows they’re trying to get to know her better. Anne and Gemma excuse themselves after Anne receives a call from another family member who is about to get to the arena.

“I’ll see you later, Aurora! So great to finally meet you,” Gemma says, grabbing Aurora’s hand and giving it a squeeze as she leaves the room.

Anne kisses Harry on the cheek before leaving the room, giving Aurora a small smile.

Aurora lets out an exhale as she sinks into the couch, swinging her feet up to rest on the coffee table and letting her head fall back. Harry comes around to the back of the couch and taps her nose. Aurora’s eyes can’t focus on Harry’s upside down face so she closes them.

Harry chuckles. “Everything alright, darling?”

“Glad that’s over,” she says half-heartedly.

“Hey, it wasn’t that bad was it?” She opens her eyes and looks up at him.

“I mean no, but it was still nerve wracking… don’t think your mom likes me all that much.” Aurora’s voice tapers off.

“Hey, she likes you, trust me.” Harry makes his way to sit down next to her on the couch. He slides his arm between Aurora’s back and the back cushion of the couch. Pulling her into his chest he places a soft kiss to the top of her head and she tucks her legs up onto the couch, her knees leaning on top of Harry’s thigh. She fiddles with the zipper pull on his Adidas track jacket.

“She seemed a bit on the fence to me… but she has every right to be.” Aurora looks up at him. “She just met me, hell we’ve only been touring for barely a month!” Aurora looks back down to the zipper pull in between her thumb and pointer finger. “It’s okay though, we’ve got a full world tour to get her to like me.” Harry laughs at that. After some relaxing silence, he speaks up.

“She’s just seen a lot, I think.” Aurora pulls away from the comfortable place against him to give him a concerning look. “She’s my mum, she knows a lot, she’s seen a lot.” Aurora’s face doesn’t change to a look of understanding. Harry sighs. “She’s just watching out for me, I think? She doesn't want to see me get hurt.” He lets out a short breath. “I don’t know how to say this without sounding like a total prick. She’s just seen a lot of people come and go and she’s had to pick up the pieces a lot of times.”

“She’s your mom, she’s protecting you. Seriously, wholeheartedly, I get it.” Aurora reaches for Harry’s hands. “It’s fine really. Like I said, we’ve still got what 4 months left of the tour?” Aurora laughs and Harry joins in, “By the way, you did a really good job of not sounding like a prick.” Harry pulls her closer and kisses her through a smile. It’s quick and light and carefree and Aurora feels like she’s basking in the sun. Like Harry is her sun.

Harry heads to soundcheck and Gemma and Anne follow along as well as a few hometown friends that Aurora was introduced to. Aurora realises she has quite a bit of time till she needs to start prepping, Harry will be in soundcheck for a bit, give him time with his friends and family and then an hour blocked for meeting a few fans.

After spending time with Harry’s mom and sister she’s gotten a bit homesick and hasn’t noticed till right in this moment. There’s a sinking feeling in her chest. She feels guilty about not telling her mom about everything. She knows that once she tells her mom, it’s real. It’s always been like that. Even when she first got the job with Harry Lambert last year, she waited more than a day to tell her mom. It didn’t feel real, she couldn’t believe it, but the second she let the news roll off her tongue on a facetime call it hit her. It was so real and it was happening and that was her life. Surely, her own mother knows she hasn’t been sharing everything but her mother knows Aurora, knows not to push her and knows that she’ll tell her when she’s ready. Aurora always does.

“Rory!” Aurora’s mom’s voice sings on the other line. Aurora already feels the homesick feeling start to drift away.

“Hi mom! How are you?”

“I’m good, talking to you now, so I’m really good.” Aurora laughs. “How are you, sweetie?”

“Mom, I haven’t told you everything.” Aurora says quickly. Her mother laughs.

“I had a feeling,” her mom responds. “I can always tell, Rory, you know that.” Aurora groans audibly enough for her mother to hear. “So what's going on?”

“Remember when I went to the museum in Spain?” She hears her mom hum a yes. “Well I went with Harry… just Harry…”

“That’s sweet, you love museums.”

“Yeah and then later on, we-we,” Aurora doesn’t finish her sentence, she hates these conversations. She hates that it’s over the phone more.

“He kissed you?” She finishes her daughters sentence.

“Actually, I kissed him.” Aurora releases an involuntary giggle. “And now we’re in his hometown for the tour and I just met his mom and sister and all his childhood friends are here,” she rambles “and I just got really homesick and then guilty cause I haven’t told you everything.”

“Rory, take a breath please. Don’t feel guilty about not telling me. I am your mother but you don’t have to tell me everything. and being homesick is understandable, but it sounds like you’ve found something pretty special.”

“Mommmm,” Aurora whines.

“Hey, I'm telling you like it is. It is special and I hope you’re enjoying it.” Her mother pauses before continuing. “Rory, you’re my daughter so I’m going to say this ‘cause it’s what a mother is supposed to do, okay?” Aurora hums, she knows what’s coming next. “Don’t stress over any of it okay? If you’re happy, just accept that. Don’t worry about what’s next just enjoy it.”

Aurora thanks her mother for the advice after a few huffs and puffs against it. She stays on the phone with her mom as she curls up on the couch in the green room. They talk for almost another hour and when Aurora hangs up there’s a weight lifted off her chest. She feels happier, lighter and more content. Aurora’s finally told her mom, it’s actually real, but there’s still a lingering feeling in the back of her head. Aurora will always second guess her feelings and think there’s something wrong, that she should be completely content and happy with her life, it’s just how her brain works. She really hates it and tries to push it away but it’s always there.

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“We’re going out tonight after the show, a local pub that we used to always go to.” Aurora meets Harry’s eyes from across the room where she is steaming his trousers. “It’s just family and friends, Mitch and everyone will probably go too.” Harry pauses, his eyes widening a little bit and Aurora knows exactly what is about to come out of his mouth. “I’d love it if you came with…” his eyes resemble those of a puppy. How can she say no to the face of the single person who makes her as happy as she is right now? Possibly the happiest she’s ever been?

“Yeah, I’ll come,” Aurora answers before her own thoughts fight it out. Harry’s eyes widened in shock. She giggles at his reaction

“Really?” Harry stands up from the couch as Aurora nods at him, confirming her response. He kisses Aurora on the forehead once Aurora finishes steaming his trousers. He places his hands on her hips as she rests hers on his chest. “You know,” he lets his head roll on his shoulders before meeting her eyes again, “I was also thinking,” his thumbs press into the flesh at her hips lightly, “I’m staying back home tonight and you should come with. Ditch your hotel room and come stay with me at home. Mum is making breakfast in the morning. She always makes my favourite breakfast when I’m home.” Harry’s smile is pure and genuine. Aurora has to block out the feeling of his thumbs now tracing circles on her hips.

“Harry, I don’t know,” Aurora says softly. “Thank you for the invite, but I don’t want to overstep.”

“You wouldn’t be overstepping, I just invited you.”

“No, Harry, it’s your mother’s house. Anyways, she probably wants to just spend time with you.” She fiddles with a loose thread on the neckline of his white t shirt and focuses on her hands instead of his eyes. “Regardless, I don’t think I’m ready to go home-home with you. You know meeting everyone is already a lot.”

“Okay,” Harry says solemnly.

“Please don’t be upset about this,” Aurora pleads. “It’s just too much for me right now, you’ve gotta understand that.” Harry nods and then lets out a deep breath. “Harry?” He hums. “Your mom will be happy to have time at home with just you, I don’t want to intrude.”

“I understand.” He presses a kiss to her hair and wraps his arms around her entire frame, pulling her into his chest.

“Honest?”

“Honest.” Another kiss to the top of her head.

Once Aurora has his red jacket buttoned, he cradles Aurora’s head in his hands and kisses her. Aurora is genuinely caught off guard and she pulls away just as his lips land on hers. She laughs and presses up to her toes to kiss him. His hands land on her lower back and he pulls her in closer. Aurora’s hands travel from where they were at the buttons of his jacket to the nape of his neck, her fingers weaving in the growing curls there. Aurora can’t help but bask in the moment, not a care in the world. He pulls her closer and she stumbles trying to keep her balance and lowers down to her flat feet. Harry’s lips follow hers, meeting them only after searching her eyes quickly.

Aurora’s learns that it doesn’t take much for her to get distracted, for time to feel like it halted. Harry has a way of clouding all of her judgement, no not clouding, blinding it, with the rays of sunshine he brings anytime he’s near. Harry seems to get distracted too cause neither of them hear the first voice that enters the room with them but they do hear the startled “Oh” that comes out of Anne’s mouth.

Aurora’s heart drops and her cheeks turn a dark shade of pink that completely overpowers the blush she put on this morning. Harry barely pulls away from her when his sister speaks up again.

“Jeff has been calling for you, clearly you were,” she motions between the 2 of you, still connected by Harry’s arm wrapped around your waist, “uh, busy.” When you feel Harry adjust his grip on your waist you take the opportunity to step away and finish your job. Harry huffs and gives Gemma a mocking look. Siblings. “What is your job anyway?” Gemma light heartedly jokes to Aurora. She whips around to face her, a shocked look on her face.

“Gemma, be nice,” Harry says harshly.

“Only meant it as a joke, I swear. Clearly she’s doing a good job, you’re actually dressed.” Gemma looks back to Aurora, an apologetic look on her face. “Seriously I only meant it as a joke. Honestly, getting him to put clothes on has always been a nightmare.” A roll of her eyes makes Aurora laugh.

“So him stripping down within seconds in our first fitting was normal?” It’s Gemma’s turn to look shocked. “Legit, went to hand him a suit to try on and turned around and he was already down to his boxers, had a changing room set up for him and everything, but guess I didn’t really need it.” Harry only shrugs his shoulders and takes the socks that Aurora hands him. Gemma is laughing along with Aurora.

“Just so you know, you two cannot be friends if all you’re gonna do is pick at me,” Harry says with a huff, sliding a sock on.

“What else are your sister and girlfriend supposed to do if not make fun of you?” Gemma retorts. Aurora’s stomach drops when she hears the word ‘Girlfriend’. What did Harry actually tell them? Did he call her that? Did he not explain they’re ‘not labeling it’? It’s then, when Gemma calls Aurora harry’s girlfriend that she realises what had been not settling all day. Why aren’t they really labeling it? If Harry really means that she’s the only one, why not be his ‘girlfriend’?

“I don’t know,” Harry doesn’t correct Gemma, “talk about things like nails and hair, go shopping or something!” Aurora hands Harry one of his black boots.

“Harry, that’s what we talk about,” Gemma motions between them.

“Gemma’s right, Harry and we also talk about those things.”

“Hah!” Gemma says with triumph. Anne is laughing quietly from the couch, clearly enjoying the sibling banter like nothing has changed since they were kids. “Anyways, Jeff has been looking for you.”

Aurora hands Harry his other boot and goes to walk away but he grabs her hand to signal for her to stay nearby.

“How do I look?” he asks, adjusting his jacket.

“Good,” Aurora smiles at him. She reaches for the right cuff of his jacket, un-bunching it from underneath the jacket sleeve so you could see the black and white stripe peak out a bit.

“Thanks, Rory.”

“My job, isn’t it?” She answers, looking up at him, her hands at her sides now. He presses a quick kiss to her temple, then says he’ll meet his mom and sister in a few minutes.

Aurora is left with Gemma and Anne as Harry briskly makes his way out of the dressing room to find Jeff. The second Harry is out of earshot and down the arena hallway Anne speaks up.

“I can’t help but notice that everyone seems to only call you Aurora,” Anne comments. Not what Aurora was expecting to be commented on. “But Harry solely calls you ‘Rory’ or even ‘Ror’.” Aurora lets out a soft giggle and smiles at Anne.

“Uhm well, really only my mom calls me Ror or Rory, some of my good friends from childhood too. I always introduce myself as Aurora.” She looks between Gemma and Anne, who are clearly waiting for further explanation. “Harry started calling me Ror pretty early on, I think and it just stuck.” Aurora pauses again, smiling to herself. “It’s kind of nice that someone calls me it, here. Makes me a little less homesick.”

“That’s sweet,” Anne replies with a bright smile just like she’s seen on Harry’s face. “Seems pretty special.” They all leave the conversation at that. Aurora hopes that in some way, it shows Anne and Gemma too, that Aurora isn’t just some random girl in a long list of names.

The energy in the open space of the backstage is different tonight and Aurora can tell it’s because Harry’s home in sort of a sense. His family is here, his old friends are cracking jokes at him. Harry’s childhood best friend Jack is laughing with Mitch and she can tell Harry caught a glimpse of it. The expression on his face is nothing less than elated.

Everyone begins to give Harry hugs and wish him good luck. Aurora’s tried to focus on being in work mode, especially after Anne and Gemma startled them earlier. She cleaned up the dressing rooms after she finished getting him and his band ready, an excuse to hide her embarrassment from Anne walking in on Aurora and Harry. She knows she shouldn’t be embarrassed but she was working and she’s trying to stay on the better of Anne’s sides. This is all still very new for Aurora too. She notices Harry coming towards her as the room starts to clear out. He swings an arm around her shoulder as he waves to a handful of friends.

“Coming with Aurora?” Gemma asks, motioning towards the last of the group heading down the hallway.

“Oh, I should stay back here a bit longer actually, always do, just in case.”

“Ror, you’re good to go, promise I won’t rip a hole or anything!” Harry says. “Go on with them.” Harry presses a kiss to her temple and pushes her towards Gemma, Anne and the rest of his friends and family already farther ahead, still yelling choruses of “break a leg” and “good luck.”

“Promise?” Aurora says as Gemma grabs the crook of her elbow, pulling her along with her.

“Promise. I’ll see you guys after, okay?” Aurora leaves, getting pulled away by Gemma and a smile being shone back at Harry. He blows a dramatic kiss as her and she visibly rolls her eyes before turning around and catching up with Gemma and the group.

Anne walks over to where Gemma and Aurora are standing, 3 plastic cups of white wine in her hands. They’re standing in the barricaded Mix near B Stage and they all ‘cheers’ their wine as ‘Olivia’ comes to an end over the arena speakers. The lights dim down after 2 more songs and the screen that covers the stage lights up.

“Ohhhh,” Aurora awes at the visuals on the screen.

“Haven’t you seen these every night for the past month?” Gemma asks Aurora in surprise.

“Uhm, I guess I never make it into the crowd soon enough before the screen starts to lift?” How is Aurora supposed to tell Harry’s mother and sister that the two of them spend pretty much every last second together before he has to be on stage?

Anne released a surprised “Oh?”

“Uhm, it’s always one thing or the other,” Aurora begins, “tonight was a rarity in terms of time and preparation. Made sure to get everyone ready early cause y’all are here. But either something happens with Harry’s suit or his band’s clothes and I’ve gotta run around fixing it before curtain. Or if the time difference is just right, I’ll call my mom quick.”

As the rubix cube is completed on the screen, the screams of the audience become deafening. Anne reaches for both Aurora and Gemma’s hand. Aurora is startled by it but Anne gives her a reassuring squeeze, relaying she needs help to calm her nerves for her son stepping on stage. The arena is dark, “Should we just search romantic comedies and see what we find?” fills the speakers and the opening of Only Angel is barely heard over the screams. They get louder, even though Aurora didn’t think they could, as Harry comes into view, the screen almost out of the way to show his entire figure. Anne lets out a sigh of relief just as Harry reaches for the button of his jacket, unbuttoning it and then starts to make his way across to stage right.

Watching the show with Anne and Gemma and a handful of his friends is fun and a totally different experience than she’s had. She’s not alone, she’s not anxious about getting in and out of the audience, she’s able to comment about his performance and gush over him to people that really truly care about him and it’s not weird. She doesn’t feel weird about it. The proudest of proud smiles doesn’t leave Anne’s face for the entire show. It’s during one of the planned breaks in songs that Harry has the crowd sing Happy Birthday to Ben, one of his camera guys.

“Ben has a very important job. He’s on my good side,” Harry tells the audience. Aurora groans while nearly the entire audience giggles at his joke.

“Glad you get annoyed at him too,” Gemma comments with a light shove to Aurora’s shoulder.

“Has he always been this obnoxious?” Aurora questions.

“Yup,” Gemma turns to Aurora, “always has loved the attention,” she states with an eye roll.

It’s nearing the end of the show and Aurora is sad to see it end just as fast as it began. She doesn’t think she’ll ever get tired of seeing him perform. He finishes his normal speech before Sign of the Times but instead of taking a moment and starting it with a single spotlight shone on him he keeps talking.

“What could he possibly be doing now?” Gemma comments with a sigh and chuckle as Harry launches into a random improvised speech.

“Who knows.” Aurora answers in the same tone.

Harry tries to organize a sing along to “All You Need Is Love” for when he runs off stage before the ‘Encore’.

“Well, you got it wrong when I was explainin’ it, mate!” Harry shouts back to someone in the audience.

“Does his accent get thicker when he’s home?” Aurora asks Gemma. She noticed his voice got a bit deeper and she’s had to ask him to repeat himself more than normal today.

“I suppose so?” Gemma’s answer is phrased more like a question. “Why?”

“He just sounds a bit different tonight,” Aurora trails off.

“I guess hanging around with an American all the time wears off on him, huh?” Aurora doesn’t know how to take the comment right away. She’s still really unsure if Gemma and Anne really like Aurora or are just putting on a face to please Harry for the time being. “Hey,” Gemma’s voice brings Aurora back to the conversation, “I didn’t mean that in a bad way.” Gemma seems to be able to read Aurora just as Harry does. Maybe she really is just an open book.

“Oh, yeah I-I know,” Aurora stutters.

“He seems a bit different to me as well, but it’s not his accent.” Gemma looks to Aurora and makes sure she is paying attention to what she is about to say. “Seems really happy. Tour always takes a lot out of him, always has. But he seems really good right now. Haven’t seen him like this in a while.” Gemma smiles at Aurora and she smiles back as Harry begins singing “Sign Of The Times.”

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“I’ll meet you lot at the pub okay?” Harry says to the group that is surrounding him. Aurora can hear him from down the hall, waiting in his dressing room. “Give me an hour to close it down and have a margarita waiting for me.” Someone says something that Aurora can’t make out. “Make sure there’s a Marg for Aurora too.” She blushes instantly and starts to busy herself with absolutely nothing,

Harry walks into his dressing room and straight away slides the red jacket off his shoulders but instead of handing it to Aurora he throws it on the closet chair. Aurora opens her mouth to comment on the action but Harry wraps his arms around her waist. Tucking his head into the crook of her neck, he lets out a sigh.

“Y’alright rockstar?” She questions, her breath hitting his skin at the back of his neck.

“Yeah, just always a little stressful when everyone is here.” Aurora takes his head in her hands and brings his lips to hers. The kiss is delicate and careful. She gives him a smile when she pulls away.

“Show was incredible, really.” She messes with one of the unruly curls at the top of his head. “You know, I’ve never seen the full opening with the screen and everything?”

“Really?”

“Normally back here with you. At the earliest, I only see the last part of the cube and the flash of lights before the screen lifts.” Harry is unbuttoning his shirt and handing his clothes to Aurora. Same thing every night, just a different city and different colour suits.

“Still coming out with me yeah?” He asks as he grabs a set of clean clothes and his toiletries bag from the nearby Gucci duffle that’s sitting open on the couch.

“Yeah, of course.” Aurora answers confidently.

“Good. I’m gonna shower and then we’ll go. Told Jack to have margarita’s waiting for us when we get there.”

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“I had a good time with Gemma and your mom by the way,” Aurora says breaking the silence of the car ride. “Quite nice to have someone to make fun of you with.”

“Hey, that’s not nice,” Harry whines.

“Gotta keep you humble. Out of a sold out audience of adoring fans, having a few people knock you down is fiiiine.”

Harry keeps Aurora close most of the night, only leaving her side a few times. During those few times Harry’s friends come up to Aurora. Jack is the only one that she’s retained who he is. He asks all the questions a best friend should ask. “What are you two up to? What are you?” Only Aurora doesn’t really know so she simply answers, “We’re just us, I guess,” quoting Harry earlier. As the night goes on, the question is asked repeatedly and she’s sick of it honestly and she’s exhausted.

Meeting new people is tiring for Aurora, trying to be her best happy self all day to strangers is beyond exhausting. She needs to sleep, get these conversations out of her head and take time for herself, alone. She’ll talk to him about it later if it’s still bothering her the next day.

Aurora leaves the pub after saying goodnight to Harry, only allowing a kiss to her cheek. She knows she’s thinking too much, but she’s gotta get out of there, get some rest. It’s a conversation for another day, let him have his fun.

What Harry notices though, is that right after Aurora leaves, his friend Jack does too. Harry’s heart drops at the thought. He’s putting it all together in his head, like a puzzle, but he’s not seeing the same picture as Aurora is. Jack is irrelevant in Aurora’s head. Jack is the most relevant piece in Harry’s head.

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Aurora texts Harry when she wakes up in the near empty hotel room, asking about his mom’s breakfast at home, how the rest of the night went and what his plans were for the day. He had mentioned he wanted to take her to his old bakery. Aurora takes the morning for herself, a face mask on and the latest episode of Criminal Minds playing on her computer. She doesn’t think about Harry not replying to her texts. She knows he’s at home, he’s probably got his phone on silent anyways. Aurora daydreams about him, content, sitting in the living room with his family, playing a board game like he’s told her they do on lazy days.

When 5pm rolls around, Aurora does begin to worry. She calls him instead. No answer. She calls again. No answer again. She leaves a voicemail. About an hour later a text comes through.

-Can we talk?-

-sure…-

Aurora’s nervous now. Anyways, isn’t she the one that should be asking to talk? She’s the one who’s been going over their conversation from yesterday repeatedly. She’s the one who couldn’t stop getting hung up on “let’s not label it” while sitting at the bar with him and his family last night.

20 minutes later Harry knocks at Aurora’s hotel room door. There’s a dark, sunken in look to him.

He felt like the sun yesterday, why does it feel so cloudy now?

He doesn’t even greet her. He walks in, letting the door close behind him. “Why didn’t you really want to come home with me last night?” He asks stiffly, his hands going to his hips.

“What?” Aurora asks, confused.

“What’s the real reason?”

“I told you yesterday. I felt like I was overstepping and it was too much too fast.”

“Right,” Harry says, a bit of attitude attached.

“What is going on here? Why are you acting like this?”

“Why am I?” He questions harshly. “You tell me, Aurora.” Her full name coming from his mouth in such a harsh tone hurts.

“Harry, I have no idea what is happening, right now.” Aurora sits down on the couch her arms crossed against her chest. “I’m clueless, really am.”

“Jack.”

“Jack?” Aurora doesn’t even register the name. It comes up blank in her mind.

“Yes, Jack, my best friend from home. The reason you were so closed off last night, the reason you wouldn’t come home with me. You went home with him instead.”

“Are you fucking kidding me, Harry?” Aurora yells, standing up from the couch. “You think I left with Jack? For fuck’s sake, I hadn’t even met him when you asked me to come back home with you!” She turns in a circle, she doesn’t even know what to do with herself. She’s angry now. How could he think that of her? “I told you why I didn’t want to go back to your mom’s house. Why can’t you believe me?”

“I saw you talking to him last night.”

“We were talking about YOU!”

“Bullshit. Why were you so closed off with me all night after talking to him?”

“Jesus christ. I need you to calm down for a second, please,” she pleads. She’s not about to have this conversation with him when he’s this upset. He lets out a breath, his shoulders dropping and he looks at her. “I was FINE for most of the night, but then Jack came to talk to me about YOU. He asked about what we were doing, what we WERE. He was doing his job as your best friend to check up on the girl you’re “seeing”,” she adds the air quotes. Aurora takes a deep breath. “I had already been seconding guessing our conversation from that morning, about not wanting to label it and then Gemma called me your girlfriend and you didn’t correct her. It’s not even that big of a deal really. No, actually, it is to me.” She looks up to him and she can see his face softening but it still has an edge to it. He’s still cloudy. “If I’m really all there is for you right now, why not fucking label it? What's the harm in that?” Aurora sits back on the couch. “I’ve put a lot on the line for you, for us, for this. God this all sounds so ridiculous, it’s barely been a month on tour, but we’re together almost everyday,” Aurora huffs. “How can you not trust me? How did you even put all of that together and get to the end result of me hooking up with Jack? Are you kidding me Harry?” Aurora sighs. She’s done nothing wrong here, there’s no reason for him to be upset. “I don’t know what happened between yesterday and now but I’m so lost.”

Silence fills the room. Harry doesn’t move much, sways back and forth on his feet, takes his bottom lip between his fingers like he always does when he’s thinking. The thought of him not trusting her is slowly chipping away the rough exterior she’s got on. She doesn’t offer an apology. He’s the one who needs to apologize. The room is uncomfortably silent and Aurora is afraid she’s gonna break down soon. She has to stand her ground. She alway cowers in relationships, it’s why she always ran. She can’t run now. 3 more months of tour is ahead of them. It’s not ending like this. Time feels never ending. The sound of the elevator interrupts the silence a few times but not enough to make it bearable.

Harry knows he’s fucked up. He finally moves from his place across the room and drops to his knees in front of Aurora on the couch. She has her arms crossed on her chest, closed off, tears begging to fall from her eyes. She’s unbelievably hurt that he would even think she would do something like that to him. Harry places his hands on her knees.

“I’m sorry.” It’s all he says for a moment. He traces invisible shapes on the fabric of Aurora’s leggings. “I’m such an idiot. Fucking hell. I don’t even have an excuse or explanation. I just saw you talking to him. You had left and then seconds later he did too. I’m a jealous prick, always have been. Drinking didn’t help and I was really hoping you were gonna change your mind by the end of the night. I wanted to wake up with you next to me. Next to me, at home.” He sighs. “I’m so sorry. I trust you, I really do. I just got ahead of myself.”

When a tear falls from the corner of Harry’s eye Aurora goes all soft. She can see how sorry he is from the look in his eyes. It was nothing more than a misunderstanding, emotions at an all time high.

Something can’t be too important if it doesn’t scare you a little.

Aurora takes his face in her hands and pulls him into a kiss. It’s hesitant at first and Harry is still the entire connection.

“Harry, you gotta trust me, okay?” He nods, sorrow heavy in his eyes. She hates seeing him this upset. She needs him to trust her more than anything. She kisses him again, this time he falls into it. His hands move from her knees and he rests his forearms on either side of her thighs on the couch cushions. Aurora leans back farther into the couch, pulling Harry’s face back with her. She snakes her hands into his hair and kisses him deep, his chest now resting against her knees. As they continue to kiss Harry wraps his arms around Aurora’s back and links his arms together against the couch. Aurora lets her knees fall open and harry’s torso falls into the now open space, his ribcage flush with her hips.

“Promise I trust you,” Harry says when he pulls away for a moment. Moving a bit so he can meet her eyes directly. “Sorry I was a dick,” he apologizes with a kiss to the sensitive skin behind Aurora’s ear.

“Harry,” she says softly.

‘Wait, Ror,” the nickname rolling off his tongue so easily, “why didn’t you say anything about the labeling? I had no idea.” She sighs. “We could have discussed it more.”

“I hadn’t realised it bothered me so much till Gemma said something.” She fiddles with the chain of the necklace that is hanging from Harry’s neck. “Didn’t know if I was overthinking or what. Then people kept asking and I didn’t know what you told them or didn’t.”

“Well what do you really want, Ror?”

#HERE"S PART 6 !!!#harry styles imagine #harry styles one shot #harry styles blurb #harry styles x reader #sequins & zippers #aurora on tour #harry styles fanfiction #one direction imagine

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boys online. chapter 2. (social media influencers au)

7916. 124. 10. These are the numbers that define Eliott and Lucas’ relationship, either they want it or not. 7916 kilometers between them, from Paris to Vancouver. 124 days since they first said ‘I love you’ last spring. And nearly 10 hours, until… well, until they meet for the first time. (ao3)

MANON CHATON

vu aujourd’hui à 20:34

i'm so in love

fuck what’s happening to me

😂

i get that you found eliott

i was getting a little worried here

it’s been literally five minutes!!!

sure, jan

so that means your flight landed somewhere in poland

because you should have arrived a whiiiiile ago if you were in paris 😏😂

i was taking five minutes to make-out with my bf

i bet you did 👀

is he a good kisser at least?

the best

i'm so whipped

you’re so whipped

but it’s cute

“Missing home already?”

Lucas looks up from his phone and cranes his neck just as Eliott slides in the seat next to him, carefully setting the two Styrofoam cups he just retrieved from the barista on the table. They’re waiting for the cab Lucas ordered after Eliott showed up and Starbucks seemed like the better option they had at the moment — at least once they stopped sharing oxygen and saliva long enough to get behind that idea.

“Not a fucking chance,” he grins as he locks his phone. He leans closer into Eliott’s personal space and the smile his boyfriend gives him back turns the cheekiest comments he can ever come up with into wobbling knees and fluttering stomach. “Thank you,” he says, punctuating it with a peck on Eliott’s lips.

He proceeds to grab his part of their order while Eliott settles more comfortably next to him — and, Lucas notices, even closer. “I received the text from the company, they said our car should be waiting for us at 9,” Eliott says, checking the text as he speaks. “We should probably get ready to take the commute soon I guess.”

“Guess so, yeah.” Lucas stretches his arms high above his head and scrunches up his face. “I’m beat, the flight was so long.”

It’s been two years since he last came to France, and damn has he forgotten how boring spending nearly ten hours in a plane was. After his parents’ divorce he had only come back a handful of times, generally to spend a few days in Nice with his paternal grandmother when his dad was in the mood to bother forcing him to do stuff, so it wasn’t like he was really used to making 8h+ flights abroad. Mostly he knows he should be thankful because there’s been no assholery behavior and no crying baby or tantrum-y kid.

“Can’t wait to see these eyes without the bags underneath,” Eliott teases, pocking to his cheek playfully.

Lucas bats his hand away just for the sake of it, but it’s not harsh and Eliott knows him too well to even question. “Well, sorry for you, but the bags are rooming with me,” he huffs. “I tried to stay awake last night to sleep during the flight. Worked tremendously, as you can see.”

“They are nice bags,” Eliott decides, shrugging slightly. “I could get used to it, they make your eyes pop in the end.”

Lucas tilts his head to the side, cocking an eyebrow. “You didn’t sound so sappy over FaceTime, I feel lied to,” he says, playing with his cup nonchalantly. “Now I wonder what else is different.”

Eliott seems to ponder his answer, and Lucas stares, obvious and unapologetic. It’s not a big reveal that his boyfriend is even more beautiful in person than he already is in pictures, and it still amazes him even after all this time and an entire day spent obsessing over it that one day they met as friends, last April. Eliott had a family member getting married somewhere near Calgary and it was just too good of an opportunity to miss it. Right after the wedding Eliott had hopped in a plane for Vancouver and they had spent the day hanging out and touring around Vancouver. Well, Eliott had toured around Vancouver. Lucas, for his part, had mostly followed and occasionally taken his eyes away from Eliott long enough to gesture at some place.

“You’re right,” Eliott says, sounding awfully serious. “There’s something I need to tell you. Something that might affect our relationship, but I need to get it off my chest so that you can be prepared.”

Lucas isn’t sure where he’s going with it, but Eliott shifts on his chair to face him without looking like he’s waiting for an answer. His grey eyes meet Lucas’, deep and serious, and it takes Lucas most of his willpower to keep his mind on tracks, when all he wants to do is reach out and touch that perfect jawline of Eliott’s.

“I’ll be the sappiest of the saps,” Eliott declares, ignoring when Lucas bursts out laughing. “I have my boyfriend in town for two small weeks, so you better be ready for all the cheesiness in the world because I fully intend to make the most of it,” he concludes.

Lucas shifts too, facing him. “So that’s not our first date?”, he asks, faking surprise.

“In a Starbucks coffee?” Eliott scoffs. “Please, I have standards. I was just desperately trying to give you a caffeine boost to keep you up on your two feet.”

Lucas cocks an eyebrow. “The cheesiest boyfriend in the world wouldn’t mind picking his boyfriend up, just saying.”

“You want me to do that?”, Eliott deadpans, cocking an eyebrow too.

“Jesus, no,” Lucas huffs a laugh, shaking his head, and Eliott joins him.

He doesn’t really know why he freaked out some 24h ago, when everything seems as simple as it should be. They’re easily navigating between banter and cutesy declarations, and it’s something Lucas always dreamed of finding in a boyfriend. Eliott reaches out, his fingers threading through Lucas’ hair.

“We should get going,” he says, pressing a soft kiss on Lucas’ lips. “Last thing I want is so miss our commute and end up dragging my sleepy boyfriend all the way out.”

Lucas snorts, taking a sip from his coffee. “I’m not a child, I’ll let you know. I can stay awake one more hour.”

Lucas doesn’t stay awake one more hour.

Which is totally fine, if you ask Eliott. They’ve been in the car for roughly fifteen minutes when Lucas’ head falls on his shoulder, pretty eyes closed and his grip loosening ever so slightly around Eliott’s fingers.

“Jetlag doesn’t forgive,” the taxi driver says, sententious, as he peeks in the rear-view mirror halfway through a story involving electric bikes. “Where are you guys coming from?”

“He lives in Canada,” Eliott replies, and it’s still a nagging feeling at the back of his mind that this reality, them together in the same town, isn’t one that is meant to last. “I live in the 11e though.”

His attention drifts away as the driver manages to find another topic of conversation involving Eliott’s area of Paris, focusing instead on the soft patterns he traces with his fingers on the inside of Lucas’ wrist. At this point, the only thing keeping Eliott from reaching for his phone to snap a selfie of them both is that he doesn’t have the heart to take either of his hands away from a sleepy Lucas. Hear him out, he can tear his eyes away from him, it’s just that he gets to hear Lucas laugh and smile and angrily venting when things don’t go the way he wants them to go, but sleep is something he’s never been able to witness. And, like, Eliott is completely, utterly in love with Lucas but he knows by now that he can be a real pain in the ass when he wants to be — so seeing him soft and cute like that, he’s not ready to pass on it just yet.

The road from the airport isn’t all that long, given the general state of the Parisian traffic, and when they get to rue Dangeau, where Lucas’ hotel is situated, it’s been around forty minutes since they left Roissy-Charles-de-Gaulle. The sleeping arrangement got him thinking, when they were planning Lucas’ trip to France, because they had been together for less than three months, and the last thing he wanted was for Lucas to feel pressured about anything. Granted, it had taken him less time to lose his virginity to Lucille when they were younger, but it doesn’t mean it’s a race either. His boyfriend was still 17 back then, and Eliott distinctly remembers worrying a whole night about all the things he could possibly say that could send the wrong message whatsoever. The good side is that ever since he managed to man the fuck up and confess his feelings to Lucas, things have been (mostly) easy to navigate between them and Lucas has (mostly) been on the same page — he said he didn’t want to rush things either, but simply because they deserved to make things ‘the right way’, which is still a fair point, albeit a bit different. In the end they have both agreed to the hotel thing, and the more thoughts Eliott puts into it, the more natural it felt.

He releases Lucas’ hand as the car parks just across the street on a delivery spot, and it gets him to stir and mumble. “Note to self,” he groans as Eliott unbuckles his seatbelt, rubbing his eyes from his hand, “coffee doesn’t hold a candle to a nine-hour jetlag.”

“Will you manage to walk inside or do I have to pick you up?”, Eliott enquires, barely biting back a smirk.

Lucas squints his eyes. “Look at you making fun of me.” He pouts, and he unbuckles his seatbelt before sliding out through the door he chucked open. “I’ll manage, since you’re so nice to ask.”

Eliott snorts and hops off through his own door while Lucas retrieves his luggage from the driver. The man greets them warmly before getting back in and driving away. The hotel Lucas picked isn’t particularly fancy, it’s actually one of those hotels you’d walk by without really noticing. Despite being three floors high, it’s squeezed between a flower shop and a restaurant selling kebabs, in a narrow one-way street, but Eliott is almost surprised by how comfy it feels as soon as they push past the door of the lobby. Lucas goes to retrieve the key to his hotel room, and he allows himself a moment to check his phone in the meantime, but there’s nothing there that requires his undivided attention like his boyfriend does. A couple of notifications and texts from his friends that he puts on hold for the time being, when Lucas makes sign for him to join as he’s climbing upstairs.

“Home sweet home,” Lucas sighs, dropping himself flat on the bed as soon as they get in.

“It’s a nice hotel,” Eliott observes thoughtfully, closing the door behind him. “And at least you aren’t far from my place.”

Lucas props himself back up on his elbows. “It’s still too far,” he complains.

Eliott snorts and shakes his head. “It’s really not. And you’re literally on automatic pilot now, you need to sleep.”

“I know that.” Lucas pauses. “I just- I don’t know, I just want you to stay. Here. With me.”

“But we agreed that we would take it slow,” Eliott says, frowning a little.

“Of course, yes,” Lucas replies quickly, and Eliott isn’t sure but he thinks Lucas might be blushing. “But I want cuddles.” And he goes on, raising his arms and making grabby hands in his direction.

Eliott takes in Lucas’ tired eyes, his pouty lips, his messy hair and his grabby hands, and it’s not even that he feels himself cave in, because he had already stopped fighting himself the moment Lucas first asked, but there’s literally not a single good reason for him to leave this hotel room now. The first thing he does, before answering even, is kicking off his shoes, then he looks back up and Lucas’ grin is worth everything in the world.

“Let’s cuddle then,” Eliott says.

As soon as he plops down next to him, Lucas immediately drags him in a laying position and worms his way between his arms.

Having a sleeping boyfriend in bed he’s trying not to wake up is something Lucas isn’t quite used to, in complete honesty. Jake was his first relationship after he came out, and it hadn’t lasted three full months, so it’s not like he really managed to make his marks as a not-single guy. Point is, disentangling himself from Eliott’s arms has been surprisingly stressful, and he hates his bladder for forcing him out of his living safety blanket, but he hates his brain even more for making him stare pointlessly at an invisible spot for about an hour before that.

Jetlag is a fucking bitch, he thinks grumpily as he closes the lid and flushes the toilet, motioning to the sink to wash his hands. There’s a mirror hanging off the wall above the basin, and the glance he spares it isn’t really helpful. He literally has red circles on top of the black ones now, and it makes a weird Halloween-ish look with his blue eyes — which he’s positive isn’t attractive in any part of the world.

He retrieves his phone from the nightstand on his side of the bed, eyes squinting when he unlocks it, after padding as quietly as possible out of the bathroom and trying desperately to remember how the furniture is displayed so that he doesn’t end up splitting his knee open in the frame of the bed on his way.

“Lucas?”

Eliott’s sleepy voice makes Lucas startle stupidly and he smiles sheepishly in the ray of light emanating from his phone. “Yeah, I’m here.”

There’s a pause and Eliott motions some more in the bed, rubbing his eye from the heel of his hand. He’s wearing his tee-shirt from yesterday and his black briefs are peeking out from where the comforter is thrown back. “Is it morning already?”

“Nah, I just went to the bathroom. Sorry for waking you up.”

Eliott frowns and nods. “Oh. Right. Aren’t you coming back?”

“I can’t sleep,” Lucas admits. “I’ll probably just toss and turn.”

Eliott props himself up on an elbow. “It’s fine. Come here,” he says, voice still a bit rough from sleep and hair a little messier than usual. “We can watch a movie or something.”

Lucas huffs a chuckle. “Eliott, it’s 2.30 in the morning, go back to sleep.”

“So what, I don’t get to have cuddles at 2.30?”

Lucas stares, taken aback. “Fuck, of course you do,” he says, practically throwing his phone on the nightstand as he hops in the bed, and just like that the room is pitch-black all over again. “Let’s keep the movie for another time though.”

They don’t quite cuddle, not like they were before Lucas got up, and not like they were when they first fell asleep. They’re merely facing each other, Eliott’s arm snaking its way around his waist, gentle and light as they pull him just a tiny bit closer.

“It’s fine,” he says, tracing circles on Lucas’ side. “We can just talk.”

Lucas slides an arm under his head, looking in the direction of Eliott’s voice, almost as if he could make out his features in the night, were he trying hard enough. “What do you want to talk about?”

“I don’t know,” his boyfriend whispers, and Lucas feels him shrugging slightly. “What’s the first thing you could think about asking me?”

Lucas ponders the question. Objectively there’s still a whole bunch of things he would want to know about Eliott, simply because he wants to know everything there’s to know, but there’s something intimate and unique about being with him like this, his attention undivided. They have nowhere else to be, no one else to bother them, not a single kilometer between them. It’s just them, in this moment, and he feels emboldened enough to ask: “When did you know you had feelings for me?”

There’s a silence, and Eliott’s fingers stop their gentle dance on his side. “It doesn’t really depict me IN a good light,” Eliott admits.

“C’mon on, tell me,” Lucas says, wriggling a tad closer. “I know it was when you were still with Lucille, you told me that already.”

“Alright,” Eliott says. “The exact moment, uh?” Lucas nods, even if Eliott can’t see it. “I was having sex with Lucille.” Another silence. “I thought about you to finish.”

Oh. Well, he can’t say he’s feeling bad, which he’s simultaneously certain is the opposite of the reaction he should be having. Probably because his boyfriend did not mentally cheat on him while they were having sex.

“I told you, it doesn’t really make me the perfect boyfriend after that,” Eliott mumbles.

Lucas shakes his head, mostly for himself, and he reaches out to run his hand up Eliott’s arm. “Actually, I think you’re doing really great so far.”

“So far, uh?” Eliott muses.

“Yes. So far. Your turn.”

Eliott takes a second to think. “Why did you date Jake if you weren’t all that interested in him?”

“It doesn’t really make me a Saint either.”

The fingers are back to grazing his side through the material of his shirt. “I think I’ll handle it. I think I already know, in fact.”

Lucas drops his gaze, uselessly, he knows, but it’s a reflex he can’t help. “I was in love with you,” he admits. “You had gotten back with Lucille. It was, like, the third time it was happening in the short time we had known each other, I just thought there’d never be a place for me in your life.”

It feels strangely liberating to get it off his chest. It’s not the biggest secret of his life, and it’s not his most bitter moment either. But going back to these few months, where Eliott had managed to occupy so much space in his life all the while being still so out of reach, it still makes his heart clench a little on instinct — like the vague memory of a physical pain.

“The tables turned,” Eliott says and Lucas smiles.

“Kind of, yeah.”

Eliott pulls himself closer, and Lucas shifts a little, welcoming his boyfriend’s frame in his arms as Eliott nestles his face in the crook of his neck. “I’m so happy to have you with me,” he whispers.

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Irreplaceable

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Warnings: Swearing, anticipation and salvation.

A/N: Another update! Sorry for taking a while to complete and post this but I was extremely busy. This piece is inspired by this request and I hope I lived up to the anon’s expectations! Once again, feedback is very much appreciated and I would be more than happy to hear what you want me to write next! Till next time, happy reading! x

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‘’Shawn Mendes and Y/N Y/L/N’s relationship is thriving and we couldn’t be more happy’’. That was what all the famous tabloids were saying about yours and Shawn’s relationship but it was pretty much expected since he was the worldwide phenomenon of pop music and you were a very big name in the industry of acting with over ten movies in your history.

The thing with Shawn came as something completely unplanned and unexpected which turned out to be beautiful and priceless. He had attended one of your movie’s premieres and he was congratulating on you and your acting abilities all night long being the gentleman you were soon about to find out he was. You had hit it off pretty well even from that very first introduction to one another. You were familiar with his music and his touring and you had always wanted to meet him in person. So when that happened you couldn’t help but feel yourself explode with happiness and a little bit of fangirling. He was a heartthrob for God’s sake.

The thing is that he was also a fan of your own work and career and he would be pleased if he had the chance to chat with you and perhaps catch your number in order to keep in touch. His friends would make fun of him telling him that he was being crushing on you and even stalking your Instagram account behind their backs which was partly the truth. He was stalking your Instagram account even when they were in his close proximity with no shame whatsoever. So when he saw your post that you would be attempting both the premiere and the after party for your movie he knew this was his chance to make a good first impression to you and chat you up.

And this is exactly what had happened that night. He had made his way towards you and started with his good words and his wishes for your future in the industry, something you gladly welcomed and appreciated. He made it his mission to keep the conversation going that night and he succeeded since you were stuck to the hip throughout the after party as well, sharing glances and drinks along with funny stories about what made you choose acting as your profession and how Shawn had eaten all of his sister’s birthday cake, on her birthday.

Things were pretty easy from there. It was pretty visible he fancied you and you fancied him and many people even urged you to get together since they couldn’t handle the mystified glances and the romantic activities you two shared together. At first, you would laugh at their efforts and tried to cut them off by telling them that you weren’t Shawn’s type and that he had no time for romances since he was working on his upcoming album at that time. Deep down, you were only saying those things in order to persuade your own self that maybe Shawn hadn’t properly asked you out yet because he was so caught up in his work and his music.

This was soon to be changed though when he had asked you to go to his place to run movie marathons with lots of candy and beers. You had thought nothing of it when this proposal was aimed at you since this was something very normal and ordinary for you. What you hadn’t expected though was the fact that Shawn had thought everything through and he was about to ask you to be his girlfriend that night. Something that indeed happened. And something you eagerly accepted. You had waited far too long for this moment to finally arrive and when it did, you thought that everything made sense.

Shawn was over the moon when you had announced your decision to his proposal, which wasn’t very difficult to be made anyway. He was the definition of boyfriend material and you wanted to be the only one who got to experience it.

‘’I can’t stand you anymore guys. You are always so lovey dovey and you make nothing to hide it. Yuk!’’ Brian had playfully commented on your sitting on Shawn’s lap when you were all together one night in Shawn’s place.

‘’You are only jealous because you don’t have what we have mate. And especially, you don’t have her’’ Shawn replied to his friend and averted his gaze to you, kissing you gently on your lips.

‘’I love you’’ you had truthfully said and his smile lit up the whole room.

‘’And I you’’ Shawn had confessed and continued to hold you tight to his chest, his heartbeat being your favourite soundtrack.

Everything seemed perfect and ideal and you couldn’t ask for more. Shawn’s fans were somewhat encouraging your relationship with their idol but there were also the ones who made everything in their power to bring you down and make you feel insignificant next to Shawn. Comments like these made you want to call it quits with him and exit his life thinking it would be for the better but then Shawn would come along and reassure you that you were giving him the strength to move on and keep going with his music. You were his muse and he would be damned if he let you go.

Apart from the hurtful fans though, many other obstacles started to appear in your relationship with Shawn such as his management and their plans to grow his fame and his streams. One particular plan which was employed for those reasons was the promotional stunts with famous models and singers that Shawn was made to commit to and pull off. He knew this was something you deeply despised because it made you feel like you were coming second in his heart even when he was just pretending.

He had spent countless nights explaining to you that you owned something that no one could ever own even if they tried and that something was his heart. You knew Shawn was trustworthy and faithful to whoever was by his side. Besides, he had never showed anything to you to make you question his loyalty and his devotion to you but it weren’t Shawn you were afraid of; it was all the other girls seen with him. You feared they wouldn’t pay attention to his companion-you-and that they would make a move nonetheless. That is what bothered you.

Shawn always had an ear for your darkest fears and worries and he made sure all those thoughts were erased from your mind before they took their toll further on you. But the glass was already fragile and unfortunately Shawn was the one to break it even though he tried to assure you he would never do something to hurt your or your relationship.

You had arranged a peaceful night at the pool Shawn had in his mansion with two glasses of white wine and some of your favourite snacks in order to celebrate your one year anniversary. Minutes kept ticking by and Shawn was nowhere to be seen until the front door was opened and closed almost immediately. You waited for Shawn to spot you by the pool and when he did you really wished he hadn’t. He was wasted out of his logical mind, his appearance was muffled and his clothes messily put together.

You didn’t want to believe that your boyfriend of one year had forgotten all about your anniversary but more importantly you didn’t want to believe that he had preferred a packed club to an affectionate night with his girlfriend. Just when you thought you had seen it all, your attention was casted upon his shirt’s collar which had a pinkish hue onto it. Just then, the whole yard started spinning and you swore you could faint any time.

How did that spot make its way there? Who got too close to your Shawn? But above all, how did Shawn allow it to get this far? So many unanswered questions were swirling in your mind and your tried to stop the tears which had already made their way down in your eyes threatening to spill right now and then.

‘’Really Shawn? After all we’ve discussed and solved? You just go ahead and crush it all just like that?’’ you had risen from your previous spot by now and you were walking towards him, wanting to rip that disgusting laugh from his lips.

‘’What are you talking about baby?’’ he said, briefly slurring and tripping.

‘’This! This is what I am talking about!’’ you frantically moved your hands around including your surroundings and raising your voice.

‘’I don’t think I understand Y/N. Had you been drinking?’’ Shawn had the nerve to joke around and you had just enough.

‘’What is this? Who was this close to you and why didn’t you push her off of you Shawn? Goddammit!’’ you screeched and turned your back to Shawn after tilting his shirt towards him showing the rosy mark.

‘’Ohhhhh you’re talking about this one!’’ Shawn stressed but you wanted to hear nothing.

‘’Yes this and the fact that on our one year anniversary you decide to go out, have fun doing God knows what and who knows with whom and leave me waiting here looking like a complete idiot for trusting you completely ignorant’’ your tears were spilling now and you cared less how defenseless you were appearing. You just wanted all of this to be a bad dream which would come to an end with Shawn cuddling you in your sleep.

But no. Shawn was standing right in front of you, grinning like a child and watching become smaller and smaller in a matter of seconds.

‘’You know what? I think I am going to head outside for a little while. Clear my mind of this… new you. I hope she deserved it Shawn’’ you said, putting on your coat and going inside the house, ready to storm off.

‘’Baby wait, I don’t underst-‘’ Shawn started to chase after you but stopped dead in his tracks when he heard the front door being slammed at him. He took a seat on his sofa and tried to call your number before collapsing and passing out right there with his clothes on.

The next morning found him in the same spot he chose the previous night but instead of being greeted with your warm and gentle kisses he was met with a cold and a disheartening silence that tore his ears apart. He tried to stand and cursed at himself when he felt his head spinning and ready to explode, being unable to fully concentrate on what happened yesterday. The only thing he saw were the two wine glasses standing by the pool along with some snacks. He tried to connect the dots while climbing up the stairs to your bedroom, hoping he would see you peacefully sleeping, wiping all of his building worries and questions off his mind.

When he made it in your shared bedroom though, he was disappointed to discover that the sheets were covered in rose petals but you were missing. Going into the bathroom in a final attempt to find you there, he came across his awful state in the mirror and his eyes moved to his collar which was still marked by some rosy shades of lipstick. Instantly, he put the pieces together and he saw everything clear as day.

‘’Shit, shit, shit. No please no’’ he frantically pleaded while looking for his phone, ready to dial your number and spill his guts about what really happened the night before. No matter how many times he tried to contact you, his calls went straight to voicemail not giving him the chance to explain himself.

‘’Fuck! This isn’t supposed to end and it won’t! Please!’’ he desperately cried at an invisible friend in the living room as if trying to make him help him fix the mess he had made.

‘’Y/N please, give me the chance to explain. I know it seems like I fucked up big time but it is not what it seems. Please. Answer my calls and you’ll see I’m still your Shawn please’’ he cried through his speaker, leaving what felt like the hundredth voicemail to your number.

Part of you wanted to give in to his pleas and hear him out but the other part of you felt humiliated and stepped upon. How could the one you were helplessly in love with treat you like this? It was just too much to take in and you knew that if you heard his voice, your walls would come crushing down one by one. However, you felt it was unfair not letting him voice his opinion on the matter no matter what difference it would make if it would make any concerning your feelings.

-Meet me in the park in one hour.

Was the only thing you allowed yourself to send him and tried to collect yourself and prepare mentally for what was to come out of this meeting. Deep down, your decision had been made and you weren’t exactly sure if Shawn would be able to get out of this that easily. Your heart was aching at what happened and you wished it hadn’t happened but reality was there to make you see things objectively and clearly.

After one agonizing hour of thinking and crying in the depths of your bed sheets, you reminded yourself of the meeting you had arranged with Shawn in the park. The walk there was filled with anxiety, nervousness and nerves ready to snap at any given moment. You had to make sure not to let your feelings overflow and just listen to what he had to say on the situation. You wanted to make clear that he hurt you and that he cut too deep with his actions and his behavior afterwards.

Your steps came to a halt when you saw a familiar mop of curls waiting patiently under an oak tree, ready to be faced with truth and facts. You made your way to where he was standing and you cleared your throat to let him know that you had arrived.

‘’Y/N you came’’ he said letting out a breath of relief seeing you standing before him.

‘’Yes, I am curious about what you have to say so desperately’’

Shawn’s face clouded at your harsh statement but you couldn’t help how shattered you felt inside. This was something beyond your powers as it was so he needed to make it easier for both of you.

‘’I see. Y/N please I know I messed up but I want you to know that nothing happened that night at the club’’ Shawn started and you folded your arms in front of your chest in an attempt to keep yourself together.

‘’It seemed more than something to me. I can’t believe you let that happen to us Shawn’’

‘’Y/N please let me be clear. This is not what you think it is. I was at the club with the boys and then all of a sudden a girl approached me and tried to reach my neck for some reason but the boys stopped her before she could go away further. I was shocked at first but I tried to get her off of me which worked. But it was too late because she had already marked the shirt with her lipstick. I swear nothing else happened and I can get the boys here to confirm that too!’’ Shawn said all in one breath and you tried to process all the new information.

‘’And what do you have to say about being outside and having fun with your friends on our one year anniversary Shawn? You don’t know how it felt to see you coming home drunk while I was waiting for something good to celebrate back home. I felt… stupid’’ you said looking down but immediately looking at his hooded eyes.

‘’It totally slipped my mind Y/N. You know that I would cancel everything if I remembered’’

‘’That’s the thing Shawn. That you forgot. Maybe I am an obstacle in your career after all. So I’m making it easier. I will walk away so that you can be free to do whatever you want and continue with your career. Besides I have a career I need to take care of myself’’ you said and Shawn felt his heart clenching at your words. Never had he imagined that you would ask him to part and live separate lives.

‘’Y/N please don’t do this. You know you are all I need and I will make it up to you every day for the rest of my life. Just… stay’’ he pleaded and if you weren’t so hurt and damaged you would have said yes in a heartbeat. But all the hurtful comments, the stunts and Shawn’s pressuring career made you stern and cold.

‘’I am sorry Shawn but I don’t think it will work. I wish you all the best’’ you said and with that you exited a world you thought it was yours as well.

What you hadn’t thought about was the aftermath of your breakup with Shawn. Somehow, the news had leaked and all of the Instagram, the Twitter, the Pinterest and every single platform was posting things about your split up with the dearest boy of pop. You decided it was best if you just disappeared from all the social media for a little while since it wouldn’t do you any good seeing pictures of him pop up every single time of the day. You wanted to forget or at least numb the pain you were feeling and shutting off for a while seemed like the best option.

That little while lasted more than you expected however and even after two months after your parting with Shawn, you couldn’t stand seeing his face being plastered all across your account or even in the TV and the newspapers. Your social life had come down to the minimum and the only thing that kept you sane was your job on a new movie you were currently finishing. To say that your job worked as an antidote to all the aching you had built up inside of you was an understatement. It even made you more passionate in the character you had to impersonate for the movie resulting in a better outcome for the movie.

‘’Okay guys. In five days we have the grand premiere of the movie and I want you all to be there. There is going to be an after party as well but I cannot expect from all of you to be there. It would be a pleasant surprise if you did though. So clear up your schedules from now in order to be free in five days’’ the director told to the crew of the movie and everybody cheered that their newest work would be published soon, except from you.

You loved your job, you really did but the only thing your head wrapped around were the words premiere and after party remembering damn well that those were the circumstances under which you had met Shawn and started talking and hanging out. You didn’t think you had the strength to come to terms with seeing him again, let alone converse with him. Trying to push those thoughts aside, you decided it was best if you just kept your focus solemnly on your new movie and the work you had so passionately invested in it.

‘’Hey don’t you hear me girl? Wait up!’’ you suddenly heard your colleague call after you and you waited for her to catch up with you.

‘’Sorry didn’t hear you. Everything okay?’’ you asked her once she was walking beside you towards the exit of the building you were currently shooting at and offered her a small smile.

‘’I am good I wanted to ask you how you are doing though’’

‘’What do you mean?’’ you were a bit lost and you wanted to make sure you understood completely before providing your answer.

‘’I mean how are you handling your break up? I know it’s been two months but it must be hard seeing it everywhere’’ your friend explained and you were more confused than before.

‘’Can you be more specific please? I don’t think I am following’’ you honestly replied and you saw your friend fishing her mobile phone out of her pocket showing you a picture.

Just when your eyes landed on the picture held in front of your very own eyes, your breath caught in your throat and you felt like the walls were closing in on you. You felt like someone was playing tricks with your mind and just wanted to see you suffering. All of this time, you thought you had made a good job at getting over Shawn or at least trying to escape the aching feeling in your chest but this picture was the proof that you were nowhere near that point.

Right in front of you was Shawn in one of the most attractive suits you had ever seen worn by him hugging and smiling to a very pretty lady. You thought you knew she was Hailee Baldwin from what you had heard before but the sight in front of you pained you.

‘’Oh’’ was all that you said and your vision got blurry. You weren’t ready to face and accept the fact that Shawn had moved on so quickly and so effortlessly like you meant nothing to him.

‘’I thought you knew that’s why I asked you’’ your friend said feeling guilty looking at your saddened gaze.

‘’Well, it’s good I found out this way I guess. No worries though. He belongs in the past and that’s where I intend on keeping him’’ you said more to yourself than to your friend, unable to identify where this certainty came from. Was it sadness? Was it anger? Whatever it was, it hurt. A lot.

‘’I think I’m gonna head home for now. Gotta start getting ready for our movie’’ you said fake-excited and exited the building with hot tears cascading down your cheeks. You didn’t want to accept that Shawn was over you with a snap of his fingers while you were still struggling to make the day without breaking at least one vase in your apartment. Maybe you were never good enough for him and you breaking up with him was the perfect opportunity for him to be freed from you. You didn’t know what to believe anymore. All you knew was that you had to prepare for a premiere which was coming closer and closer.

What you really wished for was for Shawn to be absent and especially unaccompanied by his new lover. You couldn’t have him ruining you both with his physical appearance which was always tempting and pleasant to have around but with this Hailee girl with him as well. You were just human after all and you wanted to finally find some peace. The only thing close to peace you could find was shopping your dress for the big night and that’s exactly how you decided to spend your day.

Walking through busy streets and gazing at beautiful pieces of clothing outside of big windows till a particular one would catch your eye. Just when you were ready to enter a shop, you saw a familiar face coming towards you to greet you. It was Josh, another one of your coworkers who was very friendly and extremely funny to be around.

‘’Y/N! What a coincidence! Shopping for the premiere night aye?’’ he said after giving you a warm hug which you gladly accepted.

‘’Of course. You too?’’ you said giggling.

‘’I have to find a suitable suit I guess. Hey, I wanted to ask you something now that I have you here’’ he said and he grew hesitant by the minute.

‘’Yes of course, go on’’ you encouraged and you sensed him getting nervous.

‘’I was wondering if you’d like to go together to the premiere. Unless of course you have other plans’’ he quickly said and you contemplated your answer for a minute. If you had to endure Shawn coming with his girlfriend, you surely wouldn’t be able to get it through the night alone. Plus, it would be good to finally socialize with someone else rather than your mom and your fridge.

‘’Well, I’d love to’’ you finally agreed and he smiled up at you.

‘’Great. Pick you up at nine then?’’ he asked.

‘’Sounds good to me. See you then!’’ you said and entered the shop, wanting to buy a dress you had been eyeing for far too long.

You weren’t really sure whether what you had just gotten yourself into was for the better or for the worse but the premiere night was finally here and there was no going back now. The only thing remaining was you having fun with Josh and enjoying the thing you had poured your heart and soul into.

Josh was punctual and you both made your way to the crowded venue in which the premiere was going to take place. Arriving there, the flashes of the cameras were blinding as always and you felt thankful that you had Josh to rely upon while trying to get out of the car, ready to answer some of the paparazzis’ questions. You knew there would be a lot of Shawn related questions and you knew you had to answer them no matter what you felt inside.

What you couldn’t handle at all though was seeing him getting out of a car and waving at the screaming crowds like he was born to do this. You wanted if not needed to turn your head elsewhere but Shawn beat you to it and turned his head around first searching for someone and locking his eyes with yours when he found that someone. When your eyes locked, you saw some things that you knew he covered very well even though everyone thought he was ok. You saw sadness, despair and hope. Not wanting to ruin the night further, you averted your gaze towards Josh telling him to move in the building.

Shawn saw that your arm was locked with another guy’s and he felt like the earth was shaking and he was going to collapse at any second. He had come all the way to the premiere because he wanted to have a word with you about your relationship. For him, it was far from over and he wanted to give it another shot no matter the cost. He missed waking up next to you, hearing your steady breathing when he felt like panicking but most importantly he missed how you could keep him down to earth when everything felt a little too much. And he wasn’t willing to lose that.

The movie went smoothly and everyone was congratulating you and all the other actors on the perfect job you had done. You were proud with the outcome and you felt like something was finally going well. Up until Shawn was up next to come and speak to you.

‘’Awesome movie. Congratulations Y/N’’ he said and he shook your hand a little bit longer than necessary. His touch felt warm against your cold skin and for a moment it took you back to the days when you got to experience this every single day. But this was now and he had no right to come here and manipulate you.

‘’Thanks Shawn’’ you replied trying to keep the conversation as small as possible but Shawn had other plans. Gently, he grabbed you by the hand and guided you a bit further from the people in order to be able to talk.

‘’Shawn what are you doing? I need to speak to those people’’ you said and he wasted no time.

‘’Y/N I miss you. Us. And I know you do too. You also know that I am innocent and that nothing happened in the club that night. Please. Look what has become of me. I am half without you’’ Shawn said not caring if people could hear him and he searched in your eyes for any hint of forgiveness or consent.

‘’Who do you think you are Shawn? Coming here and telling me all this stuff while your girlfriend is patiently waiting on you in your house? Please, let me be’’ you said and Shawn was taken aback.

‘’What girlfriend? Y/N I can barely write any music or sleep for that matter and you think I replaced you? I could never do that. You are you Y/N and there is no one else I’d rather be with’’ Shawn tried one last time but you were more determined this time.

‘’Bye Shawn’’. Deep down, you were happy that he didn’t find anyone else and that he was in the same condition as you. It is not that you didn’t want to see him happy, it was just that seeing happy with someone else pained you. Even now. You wanted to jump up in his arms and forgive his stupid mistake of forgetting your anniversary but something was stopping you.

‘’Nothing is stopping you. You have to acknowledge that everyone makes mistakes and that since he didn’t cheat on you, he deeply means all that he is saying’’ you heard a voice from beside you and jumped a little.

‘’I was thinking out loud, wasn’t I?’’ you facepalmed and Josh nodded his head in agreement.

‘’I say you go over there and give him another chance. I feel sorry for him’’ he tried to joke but you knew he was right. You missed him like crazy as well. You missed how goofy he was first thing in the morning or how serious he became when he sensed that something was off with you and wanted to help. You missed how precious he made you feel without really trying or how many times he made you feel loved just by looking at you.

‘’Ugh, I love him so much but-‘’

‘’But what? Y/N I know you miss me baby. I just heard you’’ Shawn said appearing from behind you and you turned crimson red in a matter of seconds.

‘’I could always say you’re crazy and that you misheard’’ you thought for a while and he placed his strong arms around your small frame.

‘’I am crazy but only for you. Let’s go home babygirl. We waited long enough’’.

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tisthenightofthewitch · 6 years

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GHOST ON TRIBUTE TO FALLEN FAN, FILM PLANS, WHY METALLICA IS LIKE "AN OLD LOVER"

Main man Tobias Forge discusses "beautiful" capes, future endeavors, avoiding the "predictable"

It's high noon in Omaha, Nebraska on November 6th, and Tobias Forge is enjoying a few hours of downtime before Ghost take the stage on their latest headlining tour. "With the intermission, the show is two hours and forty minutes," the band's mastermind says. "Not including 45 minutes to an hour of meet and greet and then just getting ready. It's short day, but very hectic."

Making matters more hectic, Ghost recently added a previously unscheduled show to their itinerary: Milwaukee on Halloween. Intended as a makeup date for a gig that was cut short on May 31st after an audience member passed away during the band's set at the Riverside Theater, the latest Milwaukee performance also served as a tribute to the fallen fan, Jeffery Fortune. "He fell down and succumbed to a heart condition mid-show, basically," Forge explains.

"Sometimes at big shows, people get injured and whisked off to hospital and you don't really know their fate, so it might not affect the show," he continues."But this took place in front of a completely lit-up room. People were standing in a circle and watching this man pass away. It was a horrifying scene — his wife and son were there — so we cut the show short and decided to make it up on one of our days off on this tour. We figured that would be a good way to make it up to the family and to the 2,000 people who just saw half a concert. It felt very good, very purposeful."

YOU MADE A SPECIAL T-SHIRT AVAILABLE AT THE MILWAUKEE SHOW, FEATURING AN IMAGE OF JEFF FORTUNE AND FRONTMAN CARDINAL COPIA DRESSED AS MICHAEL MYERS FROM HALLOWEEN. ALL THE PROCEEDS FROM THE SHIRT WENT TO THE FAMILY, WHICH WAS VERY COOL OF YOU TO DO. TOBIAS FORGE As you all know, when you have someone passing away here in America, especially if it's a parent, it might cause a quite drastic economic toll on the family. So we definitely wanted to do our best in order to contribute something. The fans were super-great — they made a GoFundMe that I know the family got a lot of money from. They seemed to be ok, which I'm happy about.

YOU MET WITH THE FAMILY, THEN? Yes, we spent some time with them before the show the other night because I wanted to make sure… we'd been in contact before about the rescheduling of the show, because we wanted to make sure they wanted to partake or whether or not they wanted to have the show as a tribute to their husband and father. And also if we could use his likeness — things like that you just wanna be very kosher about. You don't wanna step on any toes. You never know how people handle things like that, so we wanted to talk with them and make sure everything was ok. And apparently I ran into some of them before — they were saying hi outside the bus or something at one of our other Milwaukee shows.

HOW DID THE SHOW GO? It was one of those occasions where it's very important that it goes according to some sort of protocol, but nobody really knows how to do it. I'm just happy that there were no problems whatsoever. It would've gone wrong even if there was a power cut or anything that interrupted the show once more. All it takes is one drunk guy in the silence to screw it up. But everybody did their darnedest and the crowd was wonderful. Everybody understood why we were all there.

ON A LIGHTER NOTE, TELL US ABOUT THE CAPE THAT CARDINAL COPIA HAS BEEN ROCKING ON THIS TOUR. HE LOOKS RESPLENDENT IN IT. It's beautiful. That was a silhouette that we'd never tried on any of the front figures, but once he put it on it was like, "Of course he needs one of those." There's something utterly cool about that sort of cape. It does wonders.

THERE'VE BEEN RUMORS THAT GHOST MIGHT BE RELEASING SOMETHING NEXT YEAR. CAN WE EXPECT ANOTHER COVERS EP, PERHAPS? Well, there might be something coming next year. As an active person, I've spent some time in the studio, but we'll see. We're still sort of planning the year out. But as of right now, there's no plan for another covers EP. I think that would be a little predictable. I'm all for recording covers in the future, but we're definitely not going to do one that comes out in 2019. And even though we made a live record last year, the one thing I am very keen on is making a film, for lack of another phrase. I really want to make a capture of our live show. Since the live record, which I think is very good, we sound way better now. We're a better band, and now with everything being performed organically, it's a different being. It sounds way bigger and maybe lends itself to a film better. So we'll see.

YOU'RE TOURING EUROPE NEXT SUMMER WITH METALLICA, WHOM YOU'VE PLAYED WITH A BUNCH OF TIMES BEFORE. IS OPENING FOR METALLICA JUST LIKE ANY OTHER SHOW FOR YOU AT THIS POINT, OR IS THERE STILL SOMETHING SPECIAL ABOUT IT? Being that they're one of my favorite bands of all time, there is of course some magic there. Even though we're more like — dare I say — colleagues at this point, and we know each other, it's still … as soon as I'm done with my show and I hear "The Ecstasy of Gold" or "It's a Long Way to the Top (If You Wanna Rock N' Roll)," which they sometimes play over the speakers before they go on, I always transform into a kid. Whenever I hear "Master of Puppets" or "(Welcome Home) Sanitarium"… they always captivate me in a way that's like an old lover's touch. It will always make you soft. [Laughs] Or hard, as the case may be.

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xpuriity · 5 years

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Perfect and precise, that’s how it ought to be—– Careful planning in creating the perfect atmosphere with just the right timing. The grand kind of gestures you’d expect to be taken straight out of a romance novel —– Unfortunately, he was no Casanova or Romeo. Just a simple pirate with nothing to offer his sweetheart except his heart.

It was common knowledge the fire fist was no expert in love; hell, he was no more than a newborn lost in its meaning, utterly hopeless as the concept itself was one still so foreign to him; so different, so new… Yet simultaneously, he knew it to be close within his reach.

As far as he knew, he had his own definition. And to him, love wasn’t just a word; an emotion; feelings of infatuation doomed to wither—- no—–

She was right there.

A silent hand crawled atop of her own amid the boisterous celebrations aboard the home that was the Moby. And side by side, the railing they sat upon felt like no more than a plank both his heart and body was more than ready to jump from on this very night.

❛❛ Let’s get out of here—– ❜❜

The male rose to his feet, silver watching the jet waves below before returning to settle upon what was he defined as love itself; his one and only lady love; just a look into a pair of indigo innocence and his will burned stronger, desiring to sweep her away from this moving ship and the lives inside—– to run with her from the whole world itself.

Hovering many feet above the ocean, a foot shifts into the night air before the rest of her reckless pirate leaps from his place, descending right inside the black sea—- A heart dropping moment until greeted by a sudden flicker of light, or fire, to be exact; his toothy grin adding to the torch now lighting what was previously pitch black nothingness. The rest of him balances upon the sturdy wood of his trusty companion now fueled by manipulated flames; The Striker.

❛❛ —- You coming, Rosa? ❜❜ He calls for her from below, watching both strawberry blonde curls and her frilly dress alike swim the breeze above him. His arms spread out, signaling for her to mirror him. ❛❛ I won’t let you fall in the water—– You trust me, right? ❜❜ And had her answer been positive enough to do as he did, strong arms will ensure to soften her landing and wrap around her with ease, safely and securely.

Before releasing his hold on her figure so petite, there’s a snicker on his lips as he speaks softly to her, nose-to-nose, as though he had something up his sleeve.

❛❛ You ready? There’s something you gotta see—– ❜❜

Fast forward, and time lapses as orange flames swim the black ocean; a trip rather short however, as the driver ensures to slow in pace when sighting of an unusual glowing land—– at this time he sneaks a gaze onto the female accompanying him while gradually nearing the shoreline, one of which differed greatly from what she may have been used to, in fact he’s been counting on it ever since discovering the island.

Small and uninhabited, the entire island itself was illuminated as though to mimic the fairy lights she so often decorated their walls with—– from head to toe, they were greeted by a shoreline that was aligned with glowing fireflies, burning brightly in the dead of the night as though existing for this very day, awaiting for her sole arrival —– or so her own proclaimed firefly believed.

❛❛ They’re sea fireflies—- ❜❜ He informs, making a safe stop onto the illuminated land, allowing their footprints to greet the soft sand. ❛❛ They’re tiny but managed to make this place their own.. Pretty nice, isn’t it? ❜❜ There’s a fond smile in his words, strolling ahead of her in a pace quite slow, silver taking the time to appreciate the breathtaking view surrounding them, hoping his little lady too, would love it just as much as he did.

❛❛ I can’t give away their home, but I figured it could be a place for you to visit once in a while whenever you felt like it.. ❜❜ With his back turned to the birthday girl temporarily, his boots come to a halt once he’d been a good distance away. There’s as much silence as there is hesitance as a hand rests at his nape, his gaze briefly glued to the sand beneath him as it seemed there was still one more thing he had yet to do at this place.

❛❛ Rosa.. ❜❜ He breaks the silence with a call of her name, raven waves lifting to greet the stars above. And then there was the moon, a full one—- Making him wonder if they were their audience, here to witness what was about to unfold.

❛❛ You.. want to be with me, right? ❜❜ He softly wonders aloud despite knowing of the answer all too well —- Of course, he knew —– In spite of his past and demons, throughout it all, there was only one person who never left nor averted their gaze from everything that he was—- still, constantly, everyday; always, she projected what felt like the warmth of the sun, a warmth contained in her loving smile.. a softness he realized to be for him only.

❛❛ I’m not.. the kind of guy that can get you a lot of things.. I’m not all that smart either, so I can’t promise that I’ll always know the right thing to do or say.. ❜❜ His hands drop by his side, and here, he chooses to turn to her. His tone is serious as was his expression and the clarity in silver as they cast upon the epitome of warmth itself.

❛❛ But what I can promise you, is this… ❜❜ Slowly and gradually he closes the distance between them until both stood only a few feet apart. And with the stars above as their witness, they could swear they had never seen as much love and devotion as in the eyes of this one man that now gazed solely upon the woman of his dreams; the love of his life.

❛❛ …Close your eyes. ❜❜

Until he was certain the hummingbird had heeded his instruction, a hand dove into his pocket, fishing for an item so minuscule that it’d been surprising his carelessness hadn’t already lost it —– Next, was her hand he dared to lift, her left hand to be exact, sliding onto her fourth finger his gift; A promise ring of a rose gold shade that sparkled even in twilight —– A perfect fit.

❛❛ Rosa—- I want to be with you.. For a long time. ❜❜ He swallows, pausing as he struggles to mold his emotions into words. He was never one good with words, much less, anything of the romantic sort. ❛❛ ..I won’t ever leave you, or let you down and make you cry a second time.. ❜❜ And dare he even say: ❛❛ ..And this time, I swear to make you happier than anyone else.. ❜❜

❛❛ And by wearing this ring.. I hope you’ll let me.. ❜❜ They were both still too young, and clearly, it’d been far too soon. The mere concept of marriage was one far away as they had the rest of their lives to tie the knot, and yet, he couldn’t quite hold back from gifting her with this eternal promise; a ring to signify that he did indeed intend to marry her one day.

❛❛ I love you, Rosa.. And I promise that will never change for as long as I’m alive. ❜❜

The warmest touch upon ivory and so effortlessly the subject of today’s celebrations has her attention snatched from all the loud partying to the one boy who single-handedly defined the entire meaning of celebration and joy in her life

— as he had been the cause of her happiness, the fire fueling the smile now unwavering upon glossed lips, only widening further to hear the eager request to steal her away to himself from the rest of the world, but how could she possibly mind when he had been her entire world.

There’s no query voiced, no question of where they would go or what they would do — it mattered not as this particular birthday girl held no hesitance whatsoever; she would follow him to the end of the world if it meant she could be with him, if it meant she could bask in the blissful serenity and fluttering feeling within a rapidly pumping chest which only ever beat for him, an overwhelming euphoria no words could ever equate to but she would settle on the closest thing to describe it; love.

All he had to do was ask and he would, prompting eager heeled boots to hop upon the wooden deck, following in his footsteps blindly, only to pause as she watched the love of her life leap to what could possibly be his impending doom.

❝Ace!❞ she’s quick to cry out after him with deep yet short lived concern, replaced entirely with that of default softness and awe when signature orange flames illuminated the night sky, reassuring her of his safety.

While his own safety she had feared for, her own is shown little to no concern as she held no doubt, he would catch her, just as he always did.

Mesmerized by the dancing of warm hues, her gaze reflects of utter trust and devotion but rather than voice her response, the actions of the petite speak for themselves; with her vision concealed she leaps instantly into his arms, only opening her eyes to meet silver irises when as promised, his strong familiar hold engulfs her protectively.

❝You caught me~❞ soft shy giggles voice what had been evident as gentle digits tenderly brush the star kissed cheek of her hero, before nodding all too eagerly; whatever he had for her to see, she knew there’s no one she would be safer with.

With the slowing of the vessel they had been travelling upon, a petite figure would slowly detach itself from the warmth of her love, and with wide eyed curiosity, would delicately bend forward, head tilting in wonder to get a better view of the glowing land they approached; an enthusiastic child she resembled, unable to wait to reach their destination but peeking in complete astonishment; one that is immensely portrayed when indigo hues finally switch from the land to her tour guide for the day.

❝Ace!! Look!! It’s glowing!!❞ she would state excitedly, manicured digit pointing up ahead, despite the fact he had been aware as it was his choice to bring her here, to begin with. A smile stretching from one rosy cheek to the other, strawberry blonde curls would sway in the wind while she turns from one side to the other, attempting to take in every bit of the masterpiece scene her true love had gifted her with on her special day.

In a state of utter daze, her footsteps are slow but still fingers would reach to take his hand in her own, out of habit any time they walked, a sub conscious act to cherish this moment by his side, to look back and remember his touch alongside the captivating image.

❝They’re so beautiful… I’ve never seen anything like them..❞ she finally speaks, but more than the sea fireflies, she could think of one firefly more beautiful than them all and he is the one her bright eyed focus would shift to when the offer of a visit is voiced, staring at his strong back, her voice is gentle and hopeful.

❝You’ll come with me, right? Next time we visit?❞ despite the beauty of the scene surrounding them, her heart can not contain its anxiety when her love puts some distance between them, wondering if this had been all but a blissful dream, and though small feet remain planted in the glowing sand, she would resist an urge to run to him, to claim soft lips right then and there, declaring a love only the surrounding illuminating lights of nature could compete with in brightness.

However, patience had been a virtue of the hummingbird, and when he calls her name, giving birth to an entire zoo within her stomach, she presses glossed lips together anticipating what was to come, clueless as to what could be more enchanting than what he had already presented her, but never could she have expected the query voiced next.

One she needn’t ponder over as it hadn’t even been a choice, but a lifestyle inspiring her every decision, including her accompanying him today — there was nothing she would not give, JUST to do exactly that — to be with him.

She wants to argue against all his voiced insecurities, the lack of treasure or things to say; she didn’t need it, none of it; all she needed had been him hence the vigorous shake of her head in defiance, lips pressed firmly together and indigo pleading him not to voice what she’d heard before and feared would be spoken now — how she deserved better when she could swear to the skies and moon alike, the impossibility of it all.

But her firefly seemed to have a different idea this time; and as he diminishes the distance between them again, with it all worries and fears seem to wash away as well, replaced with none but adoration for the boy about to speak his promise to her, but only after requesting she close her eyes, and the petite would be damned to turn a request of his.

Long lashes fluttering to a close they would kiss flushed cheeks, visibly reddened even in the darkness of the night; the cold feel of metal sliding upon ivory in contrast with the warmth of his touch causing a tender heart to skip a beat but it is the next set of words which completely shatter the hummingbird’s composure, stealing all the breath in her lungs.

Emotions her heart could not contain would flood in the form of tears pouring down round features and when even her eyes could not contain them, the wind around them would send a soft breeze through the pair’s hair — a symptom displaying her loss of balance and control under the immense over powering declaration that had been the promise of his eternal love.

Finally opening her eyes again, it is but through a blurry tear stained vision that she attempts to see the details of the delicacy he had dared wrap around her finger; her other proceeding to futilely attempt and wipe away her tears, yet even through the tears she could not be blinded to its beauty nor perfection.

He said he would not make her cry, yet the little song bird could not contain her sobs in this very moment. ❝Ace.. it’s… I —❞ useless attempts at words would be drowned through her broken sobs and finally surrendering to the intensity of her feelings, she would respond by flinging her petite figure at him, arms wrapping close around his stronger build and toes tiptoeing to finally claim that kiss she craved from his lips.

Only then would her heart rest, flashing him the most love bound of smiles amidst the tears. ❝Yes.. a million times yes… Ace — Yes, I want to be with you.. Always!! I want to always be with you!! I don’t need a lot of things, I just want you.. every day with you, you make me happier than anyone else — you make me happiest!!❞ and she had no doubt he would deliver on his promise to keep doing that, for as long as he lived.

Young they may have been, but the bird had already given her heart long ago to him and had no intentions whatsoever of reclaiming what had been gifted. Her heart, mind, body and soul were his for all of eternity — the love of her life, and someday, the man she intends to walk down the isle to.

❝… and right now… you made me the happiest girl ever… Today, this place, this ring.. I’m going to cherish it — I’m going to cherish you for as long as I live.. I love you… I love you… I love you so much, Ace — ❞

She pauses, only for indigo to touch the rose gold ribbon around her finger again, a timid smile when she speaks again. ❝I don’t have a ring for you too… but… I promise to always love you too, for the rest of our lives, forever❞

#xpyre #( IM CRYING #THIS LEGIT MADE ME CRY #reading and writing it both #theyre soooo pure and precious i love them so so so much ;o; )#( THANK YOU A MILLION TIMES FOR THIS STEELS ;U;#its the sweetest thing ever and i keep rereading it and just *starts crying again* )#long post #♪ | whispers of the wind ( ic. )#♪ | v: losing grip on sinking ships . you showed up just in time ( main. )#♪ | otp: you gave me wings to fly . painted embers in my skies ( acero. )#♪ | love in every letter written . hope that gets me through the day ( save. )#♪ | she's in the crowd and everybody sings . like it's her birthday ( 11.03. )#submission

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Hi lovers, im typing this from the death pits of my bed as I just woke up from the littest and bestest night of my life with Niall at the Flicker World Tour in Singapore. I’ll try to recall as much as I can about the whole experience from the soundcheck, M&G and the concert.

Soundcheck:

I was right smack in the middle and second row for soundcheck. We were all seated and anxiously waiting for Niall to come out so we were all just casually talking and all of a sudden with no warning whatsoever he just came out along with the band. It really took me by surprise (no pun intended lmao) like this bitch just came out of nowhere and made me tear up shshfdhfjfv. He then said his greetings to Singapore and then started playing On The Loose, You & Me and Fire Away which sounded really amazing everyone were singing and jamming/swaying to the songs. After the songs ended, everyone was screaming and he started covering his ears and had this freaked out look on his face lmao this boy is so dramatic I swear to god we weren’t really that loud ajnjdsncjs. He then started to tell us to calm down and asked us if we watch High School Musical and started to lead the Sharpay breathing exercise lmao.

After everyone quieten down, he started talking about how good it was to be back in Singapore and how hot Singapore is (like literally it’s 31-32 degrees Celsius outside and really humid, the moment I step outside im drenched in sweat idk how I survived in this weather for the past 20 years it’s summer everyday). He even said he played golf at 8am earlier and he felt like he’s having a heatstroke and was drenched in sweat just by standing there and was like “nah I can’t do this can I” HAHAHA. He went like “Jesus how did you all survive in this weather but obviously all of you have climatized to it” and pointed behind him where there were all sorts of drinks from plain water to sweet drinks and how he had to drinks gallons of water to keep himself hydrated. And THEN a fan in front of me told him she was thirsty and HE GAVE HIS BOTTLED WATER TO HER. I think she got freaked out and was just standing still with the bottle in hand and they had a staring contest and Niall said I just gave you me water bottle so you better drink it but she was still hesitant to drink it and then he added “that better not be on E-Bay by 6pm”. Everyone around me started chanting “chug chug chug” and I joined in hahaha and then she started drinking from the bottle.

He then asked us if we were ready for Q&A and everyone lost the plot and screamed their heads off and he covered his ears again until a girl told everyone to shut up and then he pointed to her and said “that’s my girl right there” and that girl just lost the plot and shaking and screaming and everyone started screaming again it was hilarious lmfao. One of his crew then came out with a few coloured post-it notes in hand where we wrote our questions for Niall. One of the questions was if he’d rather win the grammys or the masters tournament, which was a really good qn im honestly curious. He started talking bout how the theatre looks like it’s in the grammys and added “Not that I know how it feels to be there”. But really though, this man deserves a Grammy someone give it to him pls he deserves it so much. Cant even remember if he even answered the qn bc he was talking about nice the theatre is and how he would always research on the venues he’ll be playing. Another qn was something about his guitars. He said that he’s got an old Gibson with him and that he’d play for us later and added that it needs careful attention bc on the road it will always need some sort of repairing and fixing. He then quipped that one of his crew who’s a guitar technician has made guitars from scratch and everyone started applauding and cheering for him even though he was backstage. He started talking about Jake like how you can spend just 2 hours listening to him talking about guitars and 2 hours is not enough hahaha. Another qn was something like how he’s gonna spend his time after the tour. He said that he’ll be chilling for a while and then focus on making his new album but not to expect it very soon as he’s trying to make the right sound for his new album. A fan then quipped that he can take his own time and this boy just cocked his hips out with his hands on his hips and said “oh yeah I’ll take my sweet ass time” jjsbjfidnsjcsdn. Another qn was something like if he remembers any faces during the concerts. He said that he generally remembers the ones in the first few rows and those that have attended a few of his shows. He then added how ridiculous for some fans to come to him and asked him if he remembers them from 2014 dcjdbcjd. He answered a few more qns which was a blur I cant remember sorry!!! It went by so fast though like 30-35 mins?? Honestly the soundcheck was a blast, he’s so cheeky and sarcastic and sassy and he engaged and interacted with everyone which was so captivating and charming about him im so heart eyes for him.

Meet & Greet:

Right after the soundcheck was m&g which got my heart beating so fast and anxious about. Thank god I was the last few people to go which gives me time to calm down and realign my train of thoughts. When it was my turn to go, I took a peek behind the board and he was right there but he was busy passing a letter to one of the crew a fan gave to him who went before me. I just went straight in and patiently waited beside him and gawking at him because he was just so beautiful and calming to look at fjvdjvjbjdn. Idk why but at that point of time I didn’t feel nervous at all but not until he turned towards me and I had a fucking mental breakdown bc his eyes were so blue it’s so pretty and his face was so smooth and shaved. I was too busy looking into his eyes that I didn’t realise that he smiled at me and pulled me into a hug and asked “how are you you good?” I replied with “yeah Im really good how are you” but I didn’t hear his reply bc I was too busy burying my face into his shoulder and breathing deep into his shirt to smell him ahhhssdfjs. YALL HE SMELLS SO FRESH AND IT REMINDS ME OF A SCENTED CANDLE THAT JUST CALMS YOU DOWN AND MAKES YOUR BODY WARM UP (or was that just me lmfaoooo). The scent isn’t strong at all like I literally had to take a good sniff from his shirt to be able to smell it!!!! While that his arms were around my waist and shoulder and his grip felt SO FIRM AROUND ME. He then pulled away and pulled me into a side hug and we took a picture and I realised that I didn’t wrap my other arm across his front and I quickly did and THEN he fucking put his other arm that was free on my arm that I just wrapped across his front and without even realising I was brushing my hand across his hairy arms ANJCNSJDNC IT’S SO SOFT AND HAIRY YALL UGHHHH. The photographer then took another shot before we pulled away and I turned back to him and started reaching out for the bracelet I made for him and a letter I wrote for him and passed it to him. I told him that I made him this bracelet that was matching with mine that I had on my wrist which has some chakra beads and his initials on it (mine with my initials of course). He was like “aw that’s really nice thank you” and saw the front of my postcard letter (which I managed to squeeze a good 2 pages of what I wanted to say to him) which said “Greetings from the World” and he read it out and thanked me again for the gift. I was about to leave when I asked him for another hug and we went straight for the hug and I started breathing into his shirt again lmao. When we pulled away, I told him he looks so different now that he shaved and I asked him why did he shave bc I love his beard and his sarcastic ass just scoffed and said “oh I shaved it by accident”. My dumbass of course shot him a confused look and said “what do you mean by accident???” before I left and said hi to mark and he smiled back and said hi :’) I just pray hard that my m&g photo will turn out nice!!!

Below is my gift to Niall!

Concert:

Well we all know the concert was lit I had a blast and I was so proud to be part of the paper houses fan project when he performed Paper Houses. The crowd was really beautiful even Niall was in awe and smiling the whole time and said “that’s beautiful” im sobbing. I cant emphasize the number of times Niall was talking about the warm weather in Singapore too hahaha. Cant help but to feel really touched when he said that he completely understands how expensive concert tickets can be and for picking his show to attend to out of the many tours going on even though he’s said it many times in previous shows. The only thing that he didn’t do during the concert was introducing the band to us which I was really looking forward to but it’s okay it was the best concert experience I ever had!! We stan a legend and talented man :’)

Thanks for tuning in to Farah’s diary entry hahaha peace out!!!

#this took me 3 hours to recall everything #am still in a dazed state that yesterday happened it felt unreal #now im back to watching my concert vids again and having the worst pcd #fwtsg

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Lutteo | kinda canon Best Friend’s Wedding AU

Ok, I know I promised this would be published like... thousand years ago, but this month has been madness, so I couldn’t find myself to write. This is the last I will post about this AU, and I hope you like it. No proofread because YOLO.

EPILOGUE [other chapters]

“Hey, Gorgeous! How’s your day?”

She looks down at her phone as it buzzes, reading the words at the screen, smiling without even noticing it. She is at the Jam & Roller, leaning against the rink fences, waiting for the kids from the team to put on their skates and meet her there. They have practice, her favorite part from owning and managing the place, because she loves to help the kids to achieve her dreams, as she did. There’s a competition coming soon, a big one, the finals would take place in Spain, and they just have to win the eliminatory stages to qualify. It sounds hard, most of the teams that are competing are really good, but she trusts in her team, they are all really good skaters.

“Why are you still awake, Matteo? Isn’t it like four AM there? Go sleep, you have a concert tomorrow… or today, anyway.” She presses send, and then greets the first two of the team to arrive, before looking back down at her phone.

“It got cancelled.” She receives and frowns.

“Why?” She is suddenly worried.

“Logistic stuff. The organizers oversold it, and the place wouldn’t have the conditions for the amount of people, so we decided to cancel it before someone could get hurt. It will be re-scheduled for another date, tho, and we will get a bigger place.” His message explains.

“And there’re no more tour dates, right? You told me this was the last one.” she sends.

“Exactly. I just have to wait for this one to be re-booked, but I guess it will take like a couple of months or so to do the whole logistics, so I will be at home for a while.” She reads, and couldn’t help but smile. “Now, you haven’t answered my question.” He reminds her, and she laughs.

“What question?” Luna teases. She can imagine him rolling his eyes.

“Ha-ha! Very funny, Chica Delivery. I asked you how’s your day? Are you still at the Jam & Roller?” as she reads she bites her lips, and looks up, seeing the rest of the team arriving.

“The day has been nice, there’s nothing relevant to report, except that I miss you.” She types “And yes, I’m at the J&R, and I have to start the training with the team right now, so talk to you later?” she sends it, and puts her phone in one of the benches, after reading his “Ok, love!” as response.

The practice goes… well, there have been better ones, but they are rehearsing new tricks for the competition, and not everything comes to the first try. After an hour, or maybe more, she dismiss the kids so they can go enjoy the rest of the afternoon, and when the rink is empty, she sights and skates towards the benches and picks up her phone. There are no more messages from him, so she writes saying that the practice has finished, but time passes and the app keeps showing he hasn’t read it. Surely he listened to her and went to sleep, it must be late over there.

Or early, indeed.

At that time the place is almost empty, most of the kids go to their homes when the sun starts to go down, so at that time of the year there’s only her and some of the cafeteria staff left in the building after six. The perfect moment for her to skate. She leaves her phone back on the benches and skates to the center of the rink, closing her eyes and starting to imagine she is back in a competition, back in those days. The lights of the rink in her imagination turn off, and they are replaced by the spotlights, which are on her. The place is not empty anymore, there are hundreds of people, cheering and waving flags and showing banners to support their teams. There’s also music, that song she wrote long ago, for which Simon composed the music.

She starts skating around the rink, her mind focused in every step, in every trick. “Y si no hay vuelta atrás, hay que arriesgarlo todo.” She starts singing as she dances with her skates. “Bajo mis pies no hay gravedad, solo hay alas,” she does a jump with a twirl, perfectly landing in one of her skates. Then turns, and does some combinations with her feet. “Nunca hay que dudar, no está prohibido nada,” she does another jump, this time spreading her legs in the air. “Cuando un sueño es real, solo hay alas.” She does a couple of turns, as the music continues in her head, and then she does a final pose, imagining the applauses and cheering from the people in the benches.

No, they don’t come from her imagination, someone is there, and that someone is cheering at her. She turns around and looks at the entrance of the rink, and there he is, applauding, and looking at her with a bright smile. For almost a minute, she looks at him like he is some kind of mirage, a product of her imagination, but then it hits her: he is there, he is right in front of her.

“What are you doing here?” she asks, still in shock.

“Geez, Chica Delivery. I thought you would be happier to see me,” he teases, pretending to be offended. “I just had a fifteen hours flight, went home to leave the bags and to look for my skates, drove here in the terrible rush hour of Buenos Aires, with the sole intention of surprising my lovely girlfriend, and she just looks at me, right in the eyes, and asks me what I’m doing here. I hope you are aware that I’m very hurt.” The smile in his face contradicts his words.

She rolls her eyes. “Sometimes, you are too over-dramatic, Chico Fresa.” she says, as she skates towards him. “How else did you expect me to react? You surprised me.” She takes his hands, and smiles up at him.

“Well, then the plan was successful,” he smiles back at her, bringing her closer by using their interlaced hands. “But that doesn’t change the fact that you don’t seem to be very excited to see me, love. Where is my kiss?” he pouts, and she rolls her eyes.

“You are such a cry-baby,” she complains.

“So, I get no kiss, or whatsoever, and then you call me such thing as a cry-baby? I’m feeling insul–,” he doesn’t get to finish his words, as they’re silenced by her lips against his, quickly making him forget about anything else that’s not her. He missed this, so much, he missed her… those months in tour had been a torture, even if she got to travel to attend some of his shows in Latin America, and he flew back to Buenos Aires every time he had free days in between dates.

“Does it make it clear for you how I feel about your surprise?” she whispers against his lips, releasing their hands to slide hers through his arms. “How glad I am to see you?” he looks at her eyes, a flirty smile in his lips.

“It does,” he replies. “However, some further clarification on this matter would be much appreciated,” he adds, just before taking her by the hips, and suddenly pulling her against his body, bringing their lips back together. He kisses her with overflowing passion, the entire universe fading away, his hands brushing the line that marked her spine under her shirt, as she sinks her hands in his hair, pulling him closer, devouring his lips with equal fervor.

Only when they remember that breathing is required their lips break apart, but they stay close, his hands on her back, hers interlaced in his nape, and their foreheads joined together. They both smile, and then embrace each other in a thigh hug.

“I missed you,” he whispers, his face hidden in her hair.

“I missed you more,” she replies, rubbing her cheek on the front of his shirt, reveling in his fragrance. “I’m so glad you’re finally here,” she admits, looking up at him.

“Me too, it was a freaking long tour,” he removes a lock off of her face, putting it behind her ear. They both laugh, and she looks down, noticing again that he was wearing his skates. She hasn’t seen him wearing them in a long time. She looks up at him.

“Why are you wearing skates?” she asks.

“I told you, I went home and looked for them,” he says affectionately booping in her nose, and then smiles when she wrinkles it. “When I planned to come to the Jam & Roller I remembered that I haven’t skated in a while, so I thought it would be nice to do it again… here, with you,” he shrugs, and she bites her lower lip.

“Are you inviting me to dance, Mr. Balsano?” she asks, in a teasing tone.

“That I’m doing, Ma’am.” He offers his hand. “Shall we dance, Miss Valente?” he asks, and she spends a whole ten seconds lost in his eyes, before taking his hand and letting him lead them to the center of the rink.

They skate together, and it feels as if time didn’t passed, as if they had went back in time, to those moments they had share there, in that rink. He makes her twirl, and they both laugh, because they are the happiest they have ever been. They don’t say a word to plan their next steps, they don’t need it, with a soft movement he lets her know what he is planning to do, and she knows exactly what to do. They were connected, something that was as easy as breathing every time they were happy with each other, and that was very hard when they didn’t. He lifts her over his shoulders, and then make a turn, before she softly goes down, and ends up in his arms, bridal style, their noses touching as they look each other right in the eyes and smile.

He puts her back down, but their faces doesn’t pull a part an inch as they turn around, his hand in her waist, hers in his shoulder, their gazes don’t break apart either, not even when they stop moving. His hand raises, and he uses it to put a strain of her hair behind her ear, as she stretches to leave a soft peck on his lips.

“I missed this, I missed skating with you,” he says, fast breathing.

“Me too,” she rests her face on his chest, surrounding him with her arms. He does the same, pulling her closer, embracing her. “It wasn’t the same without you,” she closes her eyes.

“I’m sorry,” he would never stop apologizing for never coming back there, it was his biggest regret. She shook her head, with her face still hidden in his shirt, tightening her grip.

“We already talked about it, is okay,” she says. “But promise me you are coming here more often. I mean, when you are in the city.” She closes her eyes.

“I will,” he promises. That’s what he was already planning to do, anyway.

They get to their place: a nice flat in the city, which they got when they decided that they wanted to spend together as much time as possible when he was in Buenos Aires. She still owned the Benson’s mansion, of course, but her parents and her grandpa lived there, and somehow she wanted a little bit more of privacy, especially when it comes to her relationship with Matteo. But she goes there all the time, as there’s nothing better than having dinner with her family (how could she miss her mom’s food?), and to talk with them about everything and nothing at the same time.

The first thing she does when they get in is letting herself fall on the sofa. She was tired, she spent the whole day checking numbers (the only part she hated from her job), and then training the team for the upcoming competition. He was tired as well, long flights around the globe aren’t his favorite thing to do, even if in this case they have brought him back home. So he proceeds to do the same, laying on his back at the sofa, as she climbed to lay on top of him, and he puts his arms around her.

“I could stay like this forever,” she lazily admits, after long minutes of cuddling and kissing, hiding her head on neck, rubbing her nose in his skin, and leaving soft kisses at some specific spot that makes him shivers.

He tightened his grip, “I don’t know, Chica Delivery,” he laughs, “our backs wouldn’t agree about the sofa being a good place to stay forever, and I believe there are some things called jobs and responsibilities that we still have to take care of.” She snorts.

“Oh, shut up! Why do you have to be such a killjoy?” she complains.

“I haven’t been here for a day and I have already been called such things as a cry-baby and a killjoy, do you have another one to add to the list, love? Because I’ve never felt so attacked.” he asks, drawing circles on her back.

She laughs.

“No, that’s all for now,” she replies, stretching like a lazy cat, and leaving a sweet kiss on his chin. “Maybe you are right, we can’t stay here. We still have to eat something for dinner.” she admits, and he sighs. It’s true, he hasn’t eaten anything since breakfast, as plane food doesn’t count as a balanced meal.

“About that, I was thinking we could go out for dinner,” he suggests, and she frowns.

“Going out?” she asks, using her arms to lift her upper body, looking at his eyes. “Couldn’t we do that tomorrow? I’m too tired to deal with photographers, or your fans, or the world in general. I much likely prefer to stay here tonight, and have some homemade pasta, while we cuddle and watch some movie on Netflix.” She smirks, and he laughs.

“That means you want me to cook tonight?” he ask, pretending to be offended. “I just had one of the longest flights ever, only to surprise you, and you are asking me to do the whole work.”

She shrugs. “You didn’t seem to be tired when you suggested going out,” she reminded him. “And, anyway, I could make them, or call for delivery, but I suspect you won’t let me.” She raises her eyebrows, and he rolls his eyes.

“And you are right,” he laughs, “Okay, I will prepare the pasta, and then we will have a normal cuddling night while watching Netflix movies. But first, let me take a shower and change my clothes, I feel like I might stink,” he says, and she rubbed her nose on the front of his shirt.

“Yeah, kinda.” She says, but then she shakes her head telling him she was just joking, and stole a soft peck from his lips before standing up. “Go take that shower, I will put the water to boil.” She looks at him with a smirk, and then walks to the kitchen.

He entered to the room, his suitcases were still there, as he left them before going to the Jam & Roller to surprise her. He opened one of them, he had clean clothes in the closet, but he needed to take some things to the bathroom. But then, as he put her hand inside one of the pockets, he found a small jewelry box he had hidden there earlier. He took it in his hand and sighed, he hadn’t bought that ring, it had been in his family since his nono gave it to his nana, and he went to his parent’s current location in the world, exclusively to retrieve it. His mom had cried of happiness when he told them his plans, and his dad seemed happy as well, even proud. That’s not something relevant, but it was worth to mention.

Gaston and Nina knew about it, he had told his best friend his plans so he and his wife would help him to organize everything, and to keep Luna from knowing. Of course there were puns when he called him, how wouldn’t they? But more than anything, there was true support from his friend. They would have to go to have dinner with them in their place later that week, as he also wanted to see how his future godson or goddaughter was growing.

Matteo had planned to make the question that night, in a very nice restaurant, surrounded by a very special setting. He wanted it to be perfect, he wanted her to remember that moment for the rest of her life, and so it had to be in the right place. But she didn’t want to go out, he would have to wait. As he was almost putting the box back in the suitcase, the dorm room opened, and he heard Luna’s voice asking him if he needed a dry towel, slowly vanishing as she saw the little box he failed to hide on time.

“What’s that?” she asked, and he swore under his breath.

“Nothing,” he replied, knowing the surprise had been screwed already.

“Matteo…” the emotion in her voice made him sigh and look up to her. She was in the middle of her way from the door to where he was standing, her hand were covering her mouth, and he could tell she was holding her tears. He sighed, and walked towards her, without bothering to keep hiding the box.

“I wanted it to be special,” he complained. “I wanted it to be in a fancy restaurant, or maybe in front of your family,” it was his second option, doing it on Sunday, on the weekly lunch at the Benson’s mansion. “I didn’t want you to discover it so randomly, I’m so sorry, this was supposed to be a surpr…” she made him stop.

“Could you please stop apologizing, and make the damn question?” she said, and he looked at her face. She was crying, but she had the brightest smile in her lips, which made him think that it hadn’t gone as badly as he thought.

He stood in front of her, and took her hand.

“I had a long speech to tell you about how important you are, and how having you back in my life have made me the happiest man in the universe, but I swear I can’t remember a single word of it right now,” he murmured, and she laughed.

“It doesn’t matter,” she said, caressing his cheek. “I know all of it. Having you back in my life has also been the best thing that had happened in my life.”

“Even better than the crystal skate?” he teases, and she pretends she is doubting, before laughing.

“One hundred percent better. But don’t tell the skate, it will get jealous,” she replies, and they laugh.

Then, he got in one knee. “So, miss Valente, would you like to become Mrs. Balsano?” he asks, opening the box. Inside there was a beautiful ring. It was a perfect white gold band, covered with small sapphires, and with a huge diamond in the middle. She had had the perfect tease to respond to his question, but that ring had let her speechless, so she just nodded as she whispered a soft yes.

He stood and softly put the ring on her finger, and she looked at it for almost a minute, before looking back at his eyes. Then, words weren’t needed, she put her arms around his neck and kissed his lips, and he brought her closer putting his hands on her back, guiding them towards the bed, where they fell before starting laughing.

“I hope you hadn’t put the water to boil yet,” he says, as he kisses her neck, making her shiver. “I didn’t” she replies, in between a moan, as he softly bites her shoulder, sinking her hands in his hair.

“Good,” he answers, as he proceeds to remove the layers of clothing that stand in his way to adore each millimeter of his fiancee's body. How good that sounds.

#Soy Luna #Lutteo #Lutteo fanfic #soy luna fanfic #LutteoBTY #Gastina #Matteo Balsano #Luna Valente #Fanfiction #Written by Me #DeimosAU

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