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Criminal Minds Masterlist

Aaron Hotchner

Roadkill

Worse Days

Spencer Reid

Coming soon!!

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Roadkill - Aaron Hotchner Imagine

Based around the season 4 episode 23 titled Roadkill! I am going through a rewatch right now and just watched this one!! Also I am trying to stick to the storyline of the episode, but obviously things will be a little different in how they play out 🤩 3.6K

"How do you feel about Oregon?" JJ asks immediately after I pick up on the third ring.

"I have a feeling I would like Oregon a lot more when it isn't 3:00a.m." I tease, sitting up in bed, already knowing whatever she's calling for is going to be bad enough to to call us in this early.

"Can you be in to the office to brief in an hour? Wheels are up around 4:30."

"I'll be there!"

We both get off the phone so we can pack our go bags and get the day started, although earlier for both of us then intended. I manage to take a fast shower by the time I get out my phone is ringing again, this time it's unit leader Aaron Hotchner.

"I assume you've been informed that we have a case and we're meeting shortly." Hotch has his stern, yet tired voice on.

"Yep, showered squeaky clean. I just need some coffee and I will be on my way!" I smile, wringing out the moisture that's still in my hair and put the phone on speaker to set it down on the bathroom counter.

"I actually just made too much, I'm on my way in now. I could bring you coffee." He offers.

I pause in my actions, surprised by the offer. Although I would've been a lot more shocked a couple weeks ago. When I started with the team Hotch was going through a divorce, but in recent weeks there's been a shift in our dynamic and I'm not sure I'm dreaming it up. It all started a couple weeks back when I dropped off some baked goods after a rare long weekend away from work for him and Jack since it was his weekend to have him. They invited me to stay and I spent the rest of the afternoon with the boys. By the end of the night I was calling him by his first name instead of 'Hotch' which was a new development. Ever since it's been small gestures and looks that tell me something is different.

I've been a part of the BAU for a couple years, growing in confidence and skill the more cases I get under my belt. I spent four years in the military as a designated marksman before continuing my training with the FBI, which lead me to the Counterterrorism Division, and then to the BAU.

"That sounds great actually." I grin. Bringing me coffee to work is another new thing. Aaron has been chattier, smiling more, but coffee is a new ball park.

"Alright, I will be in around twenty. Drive safe."

I mutter back a "you too" before we both hang up. As I make my way into the office I'm the first to reach the bullpen, I came a little early once I knew Aaron was going to be in. A traveling mug is sitting on my desk and I take a long sip. It's still hot, and it's exactly how I always make it. It's also the traveling mug he almost always can be seen with. I set my bag down by my desk before climbing up the stairs to Aaron's office.

"Good morning." I knock lightly on his open door, "Thank you for this. It's perfect."

He looks up from the folder in front of him and the frown leaves his face.

"I'm glad."

I take a seat in one of the chairs across from his desk. It'll be fifteen minutes before the rest of the team joins us. Hotch begins to fill me in on some of the details without going too much into it. We still have to brief as a team.

"I don't think I've ever heard of a vehicle being used as the weapon." I surmise.

"It's highly rare. I've never seen a case likely this first hand." Aaron admits and we discuss a few more aspects of the case.

Eventually the rest of the team trickles in and after some light conversation I go back to my desk. Garcia comes in stomping directly to my desk.

"What's up?" I ask.

"Kevin is looking into a working a secret job and I wont even know where he'll be!" She gushes.

"Slow down, he what?" I spin around in my chair. Garcia fills me in on the details of the job and exactly what he had said to her. The worry on her face is permanent.

"Don't worry yet. He hasn't gotten the job, and if he's offered, you don't even know if he'll take it! Lets just wait to worry once we have something to worry about."

Penelope nods agreeing with my words before moving onto Morgan's desk to do the same and I smile and shake my head. JJ pulls us all into the conference room.

"An unsub that kills with his car." Emily states, "I haven't seen that before."

"Neither have the police in Bend, Oregon." JJ replies, displaying pictures on the screen in front of us.

"Two victims in the last twelve days." Hotch adds, "First was hit on a morning jog and the second was a woman stranded after her car broke down."

"Both female victims, but completely different age groups." I speak up, "The first victim was 23 and the second was 43."

"Maybe they aren't connected." Morgan thinks out loud.

JJ pulls up more pictures and explains that both victims were backed over after they were hit. No chance of accident and the same tread marks at both scenes.

"With where these wounds are, the worst of the blow is high on the bodies." I comment looking through the file, "It has to be a truck or SUV to match these wound patterns."

"See if Garcia can follow that. Try tracking makes and models." Aaron directs.

"There should be significant front end damage to the vehicle." Spencer chimes in.

"Unless our unsub is smart enough and skilled enough to cover his tracks." I begin, "Somehow I don't think it'll be as easy as finding a damaged truck."

It's a five hour flight from DC all the way to Bend but thankfully it gives us all the opportunity to rest up again. By the time we land we can go straight to the police station.

"I think it's safe to say our unsub is male." I read over the case file, thinking out loud with Aaron. This is something new too, we often brainstorm together and work well to get the other thinking outside the box.

"I agree." Hotch nods, "Given what we know about aggressive driving and road rage."

"And the fact that men have an unnatural bond with their cars." Emily laughs. JJ chimes in to agree, which turns into Morgan disagreeing before Rossi is also adding to it.

"I think he has to be overcompensating. Why else have a need for a truck that big." I guess.

"Possibly." Spencer comments, "If the unsub is physically defective the car not only gives the power and control he otherwise lacks, but it also serves as a shield."

"A way for him to avoid physical contact?" Hotch asks.

"He wants power and control of his victims." Prentiss shutters, "Female victims. It almost reads like an assault profile."

"I wanna know why he isn't getting personal with it then. If this is how he assaults women, what if there's something that prevents him from going a more traditional route. It's possible he's disabled." I suggest.

Hotch tells Garcia to look into it to see if anything recent could be a trigger and to look at the people surrounding the victims. Morgan and Rossi head to the highway to get a feel for it and see what they can get from it from the second victim's scene. Hotch and I head to where the jogger was hit.

"Not a lot of people jog here. It's a physically demanding hike." The sheriff informs gesturing to the trail.

"Well, she was a triathlete." I remind.

"The assailant drove behind her and ran her down right here." The sheriff walks us in to where the red stained gravel remains.

"She was jogging alone? Any woman would know if a car was following her up the trail. Her intuition would've been driving her crazy. She would get off the trail or call for help."

"What if he was already here waiting." Hotch agrees, taking in the scene, "What if she was the reason he was here and it wasn't random. He was waiting for her specifically."

"That would mean we underestimated him. It wasn't a random attack, it was planned and vindictive.

The team meets back at the station to go over what we've discovered. The second victim's husband comes in and recalls seeing a large black truck parked by their house giving us something. This confirms that he's targeting and stalking specific individuals.

"Ready be done for the night?" Aaron asks, he peeks his head into the conference room that only I occupy at this point. The rest of the team has already gone to the hotel to call it a night, but Aaron was still talking with the husband and I was just pouring over people in the area that raised some of Garcia's flags based on what we know so far.

"I suppose." I close the file I had been reading and rub at my eyes.

"It'll still be there tomorrow." He reminds.

"I know, the sooner the better though." That's something I don't need to remind him on. We both know it all too well. With an unsub this aggressive we know he isn't stopping anytime soon.

The drive to the hotel is short and comfortably quiet. Neither Aaron or myself have the energy to discuss anything as we're going on a fifteen hour day.

"Goodnight, Y/n." Aaron carried my bag in from the car to the foot of my bed in my room, even with multiple reassurances that I could carry it just fine. I give him a soft knowing smile before he leaves for his own room.

The next morning it's discovered that the unsub sabotaged the second victims car in order to strand them. He's very focused and well planned.

"We need to figure out why he's picking these women." Hotch states, "What makes them a target and links them together."

"Road rage, maybe they cut him off at some point?" I question, "Also how does he have the time to stalking these women to know their routines, sabotage a car, park and wait."

"Roughly eight percent of the United States is unemployed." Reid rattles off.

"Including someone who could be disabled and lives off of a pension." I remind from my earlier guess."

"Have Garcia look into it." Hotch states before walking away and I smile.

"Pretty girl is on top of it this case." Morgan teases with a smirk.

"I don't know what you're talking about." I roll my eyes.

"Maybe it's something to do with her getting the case early and going over it with Hotch before our team briefing." Reid says with his nose already in a new file. I can feel my face turn a shade of red.

"Pretty girl is getting extra credit!" Prentiss joins in happy to tease, even adopting Morgan's typical nickname for me and Penelope.

"I don't know what you guys are talking about. I simply got in early and we were both at the office." I take a sip of my coffee, looking for any distraction, reaching out to grab a file for myself to ready through. I'm really glad that I didn't bring Hotch's travel mug in from the hotel, I still have it and I almost used it today. That definitely wouldn't go unnoticed with the people surrounding me.

Thankfully the team lets us move on and were able to brainstorm some more. Unfortunately it doesn't take long for JJ to interrupt to tell us there's been a third victim.

"Impact nearly cut him in two." The sheriff explains.

"Male victim?" I question as we arrive on the scene. The unsub hit him in a parking garage, pinning him between the truck and elevator doors. "He's getting more aggressive."

Cigarettes butts are discovered where the truck was parked in waiting. All of them stripped of the filter showing signs that he's military.

"Guys I think I know what ties the victims together." Reid interrupts, "All of the victims drove two door red coupes."

Garcia was able to look into car accidents that left someone injured enough to the point that he can't kill traditionally. He holds the person responsible for his accident for killing his loved one and his own disability. There's nearly twenty five people to still filter out off of the specifications we gave her.

"Wait you guys I think I found it." I sit up from the most recent file that had red flags, "Ian and Sheila Coakley crashed while driving home from Napa Valley on route 7 around midnight. It appeared their car was run off the road. His wife died at the scene."

"And Ian?" Rossi asks.

"He survived although he suffered a spinal cord injury."

Morgan and Prentiss go to his doctor to verify some information while we try to track down Ian. His house foreclosed after the accident.

"Track the parts for his specific truck. He's been doing his own repairs so they have to be sent somewhere." Rossi suggests to Garcia.

"Rossi gets a gold star!" Garcia sings, "He's having the parts drop shipped, I'm sending you guys the address."

"Hey, what do I get for knowing he would be disabled?" I jest, I called that from the plane.

"Nothing but my love, sugar." Garcia says before hanging up.

"I don't have a gold star, but well done Y/Ln." Aaron nods.

Arriving at the home Ian had been renting we find it empty but lots of surveillance photos of the victims and one other person who hasn't been harmed.

"Send this to Garcia now, we need to know who this is." Rossi hands me the picture. I send it to her and she's able to run his plate from the image.

It doesn't take her long to find him and contact his home, where she finds out that he's out biking with a group doing a thirty mile loop.

"Y/n, you're with me. We'll take the north side, Morgan and Rossi you start south and we'll meet in the middle." I quickly get in the passenger side of the SUV and Aaron takes off.

The biking club that target is in covers a lot of milage as Aaron speeds through the dirt road trying so hard to meet the group before the unsub does. Eventually we're closing in, but unfortunately the black truck is ahead of us and gaining on the bikers faster than we're gaining on him.

"Hold on." Aaron takes a risk by cutting Ian off before he can clip the mass of bicyclists. He does this by driving the front left corner of our car into the back right of his truck.

The airbags go off and were spun around from the impact.

"Y/n." Aaron calls. He says it a second time with more panic when I don't answer.

"I'm okay." I groan. The unsub is attempting to back his truck out of the ditch we're both stuck in to finish his mission. He took a much less impactful hit from our collision. I unclip my seatbelt and swing open my door, shattered glass falling from my lap as I stand up.

"Y/n, wait." Aaron instructs, he pulls hard on his seatbelt. It seems like he's stuck from the accident, but the worry on his face is only for me. I give him a look to say I've got this, while he continues to pull at his jammed seatbelt.

"Ian Coakley." I call out, and the man looks over to me briefly. It registers on his face that I am holding my gun and it's aimed for him, he has tears in his eyes.

"This is for Sheila." he floors it heading straight for the group that's waiting after witnessing the accident.

I plant my feet and aim for the back window of the truck, hoping to hit Ian's shoulder. Enough to stop him in his tracks before can harm anyone else without killing him. I've done enough killing myself over the years, and even with all he's done he's a man suffering with the grief of accidentally killing his wife.

The bullet leaves my gun with a loud crack, shattering the back window of the truck. He swerves but not enough to take him off the road. I let out a breath and fire again, this time sending a bullet into the back of his chair and sending his car off the road again to be stopped by a tree. I let out a huff of exhaustion from the impact leaning against the SUV.

Morgan and Rossi pull up and stop to get out and help Aaron and I after seeing our totaled SUV.

"Go" I wave them to keep driving to the unsub to see if he's ok and they do. Aaron manages to get out of the car finally, I hear Morgan call out to radio in an ambulance.

"He's still alive." Rossi shouts to us referring to Ian, they have him laying down now while applying pressure to his wound. The top of his shoulder which shouldn't be fatal, I sigh in relief.

"Are you okay?" Aaron asks finally rounding the back of the car to join me where I stand, he steadies himself. I nod, finally putting my gun away, feeling how stiff my body is.

Aaron fully ignores my nod, taking my head in his hands and pulling my eyelid open to check for signs of a brain bleed. He wipes at my forehead, pulling back his hand with blood on it. Maybe we were hit harder than I thought. Damn airbags.

"I think you have a concussion-" He states, "and you might need stitches."

The worry on his face is deep. I can feel the guilt radiating off of him, he was the one driving. He's the one that chose to hit the unsub's truck.

"I'm okay!" I reassure him, placing my hands on top of his that still rest on my head. This is crossing a new line. He's never touched my face, and I've never touched his hands like this.

"I shouldn't have done that. It was reckless."

"I'm glad you did." I disagree, "If we had waited any longer he would've been able to get his last victim. There's an entire biking club alive right now because of you."

This reminder seems to help slightly, he looks over my shoulder where the crowd remains. I pull him in for a hug, both of us shaking slightly from the adrenaline. After a while we pull apart, the rest of the team arrives as well as a couple ambulances. One takes Ian away immediately, escorted with two police officers as well.

"It took two shots? You're losing your touch." Morgan teases, thowing an arm around my shoulder that makes me wince a little. My phenomenal aim has always been a touchy subject with him, not liking being second.

"I'm concussed and he was driving fast." I defend, fully knowing how whiny I sound.

"Statically of our entire team Y/n would be the only one likely to have made that shot with the variable speed that Ian Croakley was traveling at." Spencer chimes in.

"I knew you were my favorite for a reason." I grin pulling Spence in for a hug effectively shaking off Morgan's arm.

"Yeah, whatever." Morgan shrugs, ruffling the hair in top of Spencer's head.

"Ma'am, you really need to get looked at." The emt reminds, interrupting our conversation. I leave the group and look over to see Aaron sitting on the back of one of the ambulances. We both finish getting evaluated, thankfully nothing too serious that we have to delay our flight home.

"You were right about the concussion." I grin walking up to Aaron as the sheriff walks off.

"And it would seem the stitches too." He reaches out again, thumb hovering over the threading sticking out of my forehead.

"Yeah, should make fore a pretty badass scar." I tease.

"I'm sure it will." He smiles, a real smile. The Aaron smile that I have seen so rarely, but more frequent lately. The plane ride back home is quiet, everyone drained, Aaron and I just flat out sore. By the time we get back to the BAU, Aaron sends everyone home saying the paperwork can wait for the following day. Everyone clears out and he goes back up to his office.

"Not following your own advice?"I question, walking into his office. I make my way round to his side of the desk and lean back on it. The edge of my thigh just barely meeting the outside of his arm from where he sits.

"Just wrapping up a few things before." He sets down his papers, his eyes raking all the way up me from toe to head, we both pretend I don't notice.

"You know, since I have a concussion they said I need to be under observation. No sleeping, crazy delusions, slipping into comas that sort of thing. You know anyone who wants to stay awake with me?"

"I can think of someone" He smirks, "I can put on a pot of coffee."

I pull out the to go mug he had brought my coffee in a few days ago out of my tote and hold it out to him.

"Take me home Aaron."

AHHHHHHHH i hope yall like this! i haven't written in forever to it was honestly just fun to do! :)

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This is an Ambush - Bradley Rooster Bradshaw

“Well well well, what could possibly bring my niece all the way back here?” Penny’s voice rings out loud enough for a few heads to turn and look. I grin back at my aunt and step behind the bar to give her a hug.

“You’re exaggerating. It hasn’t been that long.” I laugh with a roll of my eyes.

“Last time you were here Amelia was like three feet tall.” Penny continues to tease.

Penny is my aunt on my mothers side. She practically raised me after my mom died, and growing up here is a major part of what made me want to join the Navy. It’s also why I haven’t come back much since then.

“Y/n?” A voice from the bar questions. I glance over and happen to see Maverick sitting at the bar with a beer in front of me. I’ve only met the guy a handful of times, but he’s a hard man to forget.

“If you’re wondering what I’m doing back here, I have a sneaking suspicion he has something to do with it.” I nod over to Mav. Penny looks between the two of us before simply shrugging.

“Well, either way I’m happy to see you.” She hands me a beer and moves on to serving the rest of the patrons.

“Is that Ambush?” Phoenix yells loudly.

“Phoenix!” I grin.

Phoenix and I were in the navy for three years together before I got called up for top gun training. She was called up the next year. We haven’t been stationed anywhere together since, but still manage to keep in touch.

“And here I was thinking I was only going to have to fight Hangman for team leader.” A voice calls from behind me. I turn around to see someone I did go to top gun training with. Rooster.

“So they really did call all of us in, didn’t they?” I chuckle.

“Only the best.” He smirks.

“I don’t know, I think I say Payback running around here earlier.” I continue to tease.

“I didn’t think I would ever miss your attitude.” Bradley laughs and picks me up in a big hug.

“You only miss it when it isn’t directed at you.” I chide, I give him a pat on the shoulder to put me down.

“I’m pretty sure I always miss you, Y/n.”

I look up to meet his eyes at this. It’s pretty rare for him to call me by my first name, rather than my call sign. The bell rings and interrupts us as Penny announces that someone is paying for a round. We all let out a cheer and make our way back up to the bar.

“Ambush?” Hangman shouts, finally I run into him. I really shouldn’t be surprised he’s here too, but a small part of me still had hope.”

“Just when I was starting to enjoy my night.” I roll my eyes looking at Bradley.

“I’m sure I could really make you enjoy it.” Hangman’s eyes rake over my body in a way that is obvious enough to make my skin crawl.

“You need to find someone else to harass.” Bradley steps in front of me. He simultaneously blocks me from any physical contact with him, and blocks his direct line of vision of me.

“Here we go again!” Hangman laughs, “It’s just like the good old days.” He throws back his beer and finally walks away. I can’t lie, this does remind me of times similar a few years ago.

“Whatever this mission is, it better be a quick one. I don’t think I can last long with him around.”

Bradley and I make it back to the rest of the group we were talking with before. Everyone is guessing what we're here for, how the best of the best could all possibly be needed for this. As a distraction and Rooster’s favorite bar trick he slides onto the piano bench. I grin knowing exactly what he is about to do, I reach to the back of the jukebox and pull the cord.

Great Balls of Fire.

A song that reminds him of his dad, and one that he always is willing to play no matter what mood he’s in.

“Kiss me baby.” He sings, sending me a wink. I just sing back with an “ooo” along with the song.

“I wanna love you like a lover should,” He continues. It’s amazing to see he’s pulled everyone at the bar in with him, “I’m gonna tell the world that you’re mine mine mine.”

Bradley keeps sending me winks and singing to me directly, so I pull Bob by the collar and dance with him. Bob is plainly shocked and barely moves but everyone is laughing, including Bradley.

The rest of the night is more drinks, really not doing ourselves any favors for how early we’ll need to be up tomorrow morning.

Bradley gives me a ride home. I’m staying in Penny’s guest bedroom and it isn’t far from the Hard Deck.

“Alright, wanna ride in together tomorrow too?” I ask, unclipping my seatbelt.

“I think that’s a great idea.”

“Alright, I will see you in,” I look down at the watch on my wrist and let out a groan, “In five hours.”

“See you then sweetheart.”

I chuckle to myself and slam his door, quickly bounding up the steps and slipping inside the house.

Getting up the next day was just as awful as I thought it would be. Bradley honks twice to make sure I’m actually on my way out, and I flip him off the second I get the front door open. I know he didn’t have nearly the amount of drinks that I did, but he doesn’t need to be this peppy this early.

“What were you thinking, getting drunk the night before your first day of a new mission.” He teases.

“You know, it’s the funniest thing! It started off with two beers, and then this friend of mine kept supplying me with more drinks!” I elbow his shoulder as he tears off driving towards base. When we get into the hangar Bradley and I take seats next to each other and listen to the Admiral briefly explain why we’re back before Maverick makes his grand entrance.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” He mutters softly.

I simply reach out to connect my hand with him under the table. I know he has mixed feelings with Maverick over the years, and right now they are definitely in a bad place with each other. Bradley lets out a couple deep breaths, squeezing my hand tightly. He still can’t even force himself to look over at Maverick as he throws the F-18 fighter planes manual in the trash.

The mission itself seems impossible. The things that have to be executed with such expertise and in a short time frame.

“Alright, we will being doing a track and kill. I need to see how you guys fly before anything else. The first round of the day is going to be Hangman, Payback, Fanboy, and Ambush.”

Going in the first round has its pros and cons. On one hand I get to get it out of the way and prove myself, but I don’t get to see any glimpse of how Maverick flies before I’ll be up in the air with him.

We get in formation and unsurprisingly as soon as Maverick shows up on us, Hangman dips.

“You’ll never stop living up to that name, will you?” I yell across the coms.

We break formation and I start barking orders in any attempt to keep us alive. We manage to narrowly avoid Maverick a few times before Payback and Fanboy take a hit and they are out of the exercise.

Hangman makes a sudden reappearance which gets him killed and that leaves me going head to head with Maverick. I use some of my best moves, but they still don’t get me enough of an advantage. He eventually gets a lock on me, but it’s after I have gotten to know his flying maneuvers a little better.

Rooster is in the next group to go up into the sky and go head to head against Maverick. Listening to them talk is brutal, nearly gets them both killed, but they make it back and Rooster gets started on his pushups. I sit on the tarmac with him, my push ups long since done, but I wait anyway.

The drive back home that night is quiet. I can tell that today has rattled him.

“Try to get some rest tonight.” I finally break the silence as he pulls to a slow stop in front of my house. “Today was bad, for all of us, but I know you and Mav have a history.”

Bradley’s grip on his steering wheel tightens at the mention of his name.

“If it makes you feel better, I plan on kicking his ass tomorrow when we do this again.” I grin.

“If anyone can, it’s you.” He finally smiles for the first time in hours.

I reach to open my door after I’ve slid off my seatbelt.

“Night, Rooster.” I lean over the center console quickly to press a kiss to his cheek and run up the steps to my house before I can look back.

All things considered, maybe not the worst ending to a bad day.

Right off the bat today we go back to the same training exercise from yesterday. We go up in the same groups, and there is no change in Hangman's behavior from yesterday. The only difference is I learned from how I flew yesterday. More importantly, I learned how Maverick flies yesterday. I lie in wait until the rest of the team has fizzled out before I make my move.

“Well old man, there’s something you should know about my name.” I turn on my comms and call out to Maverick. I get to be cocky after how well I’ve done so far.

“What’s that?” He calls back. I can picture the look on his face, the one he always seems to have.

“This is an ambush.” I get the lock kill on him and he’s out before he can say anything else. After all of the push ups everyone endured yesterday, I have to say that this is pretty satisfying. I let out a cheer and spin a few times for good measure before Maverick signals us all to head back to base.

The second we land, the rest of the pilots come running out in congratulations. Bradley picks me up and gives me a spin for good measure making me laugh. After all the commotion Maverick makes his way over and shakes my hand. I try to insist that he doesn’t actually have to do the push ups, but he holds onto his word. Alongside the other three guys, Maverick gets in line and they start counting.

Phoenix is close later, but no one else the rest of the day manages to get a lock on Maverick. Regardless, we decide to go out for celebratory drinks.

“Drinks are not on me tonight.” I grin looking around at all of the pilots.

“Well, I’ve got your first one.” Phoenix smiles and walks up to the bar.

“I still can’t believe you got him. You’re going to need to show me how you did that.” Bradley laughs.

“I can try, but it comes with watching how he flies. You can barely look at him.” I say honestly.

“You know why I can’t.” He clears his throat, he looks away from me for the first time tonight and that’s how I know he’s uncomfortable.

“I know. What he did was wrong and it wasn’t fair in the slightest, but he’s skilled. He can’t change what he did anymore, but he can teach you how to be an even better pilot.”

Bradley nods and I know that he’s thinking it over. I pat him on the shoulder and get up from my chair and walk to the bar. I find Phoenix and we talk for a while. I find that I like Bob, he’s a good guy and funny when you give him the chance.

Hangman brings me my next drink which is surprising. He manages to make a somewhat condescending comment while still appreciating how well I flew today.

I make my way out to the deck as the sun is setting, Bradley is still out here nursing his beer.

“How’re you doing?” I question, I lean against the rail facing him and effectively blocking his view of the water.

“Good.” He leans his head back to down the rest of his bottle.

“Real answer?” I raise my brows.

“Actually. Just thinking about what you said earlier. You were right, unsurprisingly.” He rolls his eyes but with a soft smile.

“After all these years, you know I always am and always will be.” I smile and join him by sitting on the arm of his chair. I throw my legs across his lap and he drops a hand to rest on my knee.

“I can’t lie, hearing the way you talked to Maverick today and then proceeded to beat him at his own game, was pretty hot.” He stares at me through his glasses, but I can still read his expression.

“Was it now?” I lean in a little closer. I push his sunglasses back to rest on the top of his head. It rests on his curls, they feel soft as I brush them back.

“Very.” He clears his throat. It has gotten more intimate than how this innocently started. Bradley starts to lean in, and I search his eyes for any doubt. I don’t find any and I close the gap finally letting our lips meet. His lips are soft and warm, and I can feel his smile against my lips. I open my mouth wider for him and he immediately takes advantage of it. Now it’s my turn to smile.

“Bradley.” I sigh as he makes his way down my neck.

“Brad.” I continue, he’s found a spot right under my jaw that he seems to be focusing on. I grab the curls on the back of his head and pull, finally looking him in the eyes. They’re dark, and cloudy with lust.

“Not here. Not right now.” I smile.

“C’mon now, I’ve been dreaming about this for years.”

“Well your dream can last long enough so we don’t have ten pilots staring us down.” I nod to the window behind us where the group has gathered, there’s big grins and cheering. Phoenix is smiling so wide her lips could crack. This is something she’s wanted for years.

“Okay, fair point.” Bradley gives my leg a squeeze and I hop up from his lap. We make our way back inside and the looks we’re getting are making me blush.

“It’s definitely your turn to buy me a drink.” I grin looking up at Bradley.

“I can do you one better.” He smirks, I can see he wants to lean in and steal another kiss.

“Hmm, and what would that be?”

“Come home with me, now.”

PART TWO????

thanks you guys! i haven’t written for Top Gun yet, but i have been obsessing over it! hope you guys liked it and maybe want another part!

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hi y’all!

i know i am not currently active, but i definitely have a few work in progress pieces that i’m excited about! i am basically living at my job rn and i don’t have a lot of free time, but new stories are coming soon!

in the mean time

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First of all imma start by saying i freaking love your safe haven. It’s the perfect amount of fluff and angst. I just love it so much. LIKE REALLY REALLY LOVE. YOURE THE BEST. and second i think you need to continue writing the blurbs for this. I really love emelia. She is so cute. Urrrghhhhhh i love this fic so muchh. I need more emelia and grayson.

thank you so much 🥺 this made my morning

in case anyone missed it

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Safe Haven - Harry Styles

this has been HEAVILY inspired by the book/movie Safe Haven with some twists!  i have been working on this for way too long and i am beyond happy to have my baby out there!

✨OVER 10K WORDS✨

The little girl dragging chalk along the sidewalk grabbed Y/n’s attention when she pulled up in her truck that was a little too loud. The girl was hunched over, focused on creating the perfect arch and using all of the colors in the box by her feet. Her hair falling over her face with the breeze and haphazardly tries to push it back.

Y/n couldn’t help but smile at the sight. She was coming from the busier London to this small coastal town, pulling up felt like walking into a Hallmark movie. It was exactly what she was looking for. Y/n shuts the heavy door to the rental truck and takes in the house that she risked buying. Risked without even stepping into it, putting all of her faith into the pictures posted online.

It needed work. That was obvious from the driveway, but that was part of the fun. At least this was a change of pace. She got started right away, carrying the boxes inside and attempting to get as much of it brought in before it gets dark.

“So you’re the person who bought the old Wilson house.” A voice calls from somewhere outside of the truck. Y/n glances up to the man who’s started talking to her.

“That would be me.” She smiles, “Y/n”

“Harry.” He calls back, giving his name as a response.

“Can I help you with that?” He asks. She had been struggling for nearly ten minutes at this point to try and maneuver her sofa. She had managed to inch close to the opening but had no plan on how to actually get it out.

“Yeah, actually that would be lovely.” She pushes the hair escaping her ponytail off of her sweaty forehead before he comes over. He climbs into the back of the truck and picks up the other end of the loveseat.

“3, 2, 1.” He counts down before they both pick up an end. It takes some communication, but they manage to get it to her living room with ease. Y/n doesn’t even want to think about how she would’ve done it without him.

“You’re all set with it here?” He asks.

“Yeah, I can push it around if I need to. Thank you!” Y/n finally pays attention to who had been giving her assistance and she studies his face for a couple of seconds, finding it familiar.

“Well, if you need any more help moving in, I’m only next door.” He smiles, dimples showing up on the edges of his smile. That’s when she realises who this man is and why he was so familiar. It’s a face that she hasn’t seen in a long time, one she doesn’t think many people have seen in a long time. It’s Harry Styles. He’s older, obviously. Scruff taken up on his face, his hair different than she would picture.

Harry Styles the ex-rockstar just helped her move her couch.

❃

Y/n doesn’t see Harry for a few days, she gets over the fact that the previous pop star is living in the same small town as her, let alone right next door. Y/n does however continue to see the little girl, as she makes her way down the sidewalk, filling the whole thing with color. It rained yesterday, which explains why she’s back along the stretch in front of her house.

“What’re you doing?” A voice calls over Y/n’s shoulder and she picks it up to see who it is. For the first time, she hears the little girl speak.

“Well, I am planting a garden.” Y/n sits back on her feet, taking a second to admire what she’s done.

“Why?”

“Well, I think that the yard looks a little plain, don’t ya think?” Y/n takes a look around the barron front yard. The grass is green, but that’s all there is to it. Hardly any trees, definitely no color. This simply won’t do. It needs life, it needs to look like someone actually lives here.

“Yeah.” The little girl agrees, walking into her yard now.

“So, I am planting flowers.”

“What kind?” The little girl is now fully in the yard, standing at the edge where Y/n is weeding the flower bed.

“Hydrangeas.” She answers, holding one of the plants up for her to see, “They’re easy enough that this summer they will stay pretty. Hopefully I don’t kill them.”

“Well why would you do that?” The little girl asks.

Y/n can’t help but laugh.

“I won’t try to, but sometimes plants get away from me. I don’t have a very green thumb.”

“Why would your thumb be green?” She asks with shock.

Y/n bites back a laugh at how literally the young girl took the phrase, “I just mean I’m not very good with plants.”

“One time my dad killed a cactus. He had it too close to the window last winter.” The little girl lets out a laugh.

“That sounds like something I would do.” Y/n laughs.

“What’s your name?”

“My name is Y/n. What’s yours?”

“Emelia.” She stated with a proud grin, one that shows off her missing front tooth.

“Well, it’s lovely to meet you, Emelia.”

“Are you getting yourself into trouble?” A voice calls from the sidewalk, they both turn to see Harry.

“Daddy!” She cheers and takes off running towards him, he picks her up on impact. Y/n walks over, brushing the dirt off of her knees. She meets them where they are standing, only she stays on her side of the white picket fence.

“You can hardly call her trouble.” I smile.

“Trust me, she can be a handful.” He laughs, tickling under her chin before setting her back down, “If she’s ever bugging you, send her in the direction of home.”

Y/n nods as he points to the house just beside hers and watches the two of them walk away. She takes in the house next door, it’s bigger than any other house on the street, but it still looks like a home.

❃

Slowly, Y/n settles into her new home. She’s officially lived in Bay Port for a week now, and she knows everything that she needs now. The house needs work, and she needs to get it done now while it’s warm. If she plans to stay in this house through the winter, she needs to crack on.

“Hey, where are you off to?” Maise asks, Y/n’s neighbor on the other side of her home. Maise is in her seventies, and seems to rarely leave her front porch. The only time being to take her dog on a walk. With the view of the ocean right there, no one could blame her for staying put. She was sweet enough to invite Y/n over to get to know her better, and ask the girl a little of what brought her to Bay Port. Y/n is thrilled to know both of her neighbors now. In London, she lived in the same apartment for three years and only knew one person on her floor.

“Just headed into town to get some of the house repair stuff I need.”

“Wow, getting started on the renovations?” Maise smiles, tugs on the leash she had been holding, commanding her dog to sit at her feet. The wild puppy is a little more than the old woman can handle some days.

“Yeah, at least attempting.” Y/n throws a smile over her shoulder before starting her walk into town.

Y/n makes it to the hardware store and becomes acquainted with Hank, the store owner. She explains her plans for the summer and he agrees that they will get to know each other well. Thankfully most of the changes she needs for the home are cosmetic, she has a lot to do. Hank claims she’s going to be the sole thing keeping him in business.

“-now that’s the primer that will work best for what you need.” Hank explains.

Y/n grabs a gallon of it and throws it in the cart, along with everything else that Hank has recommended. She trusts the old man's words. He explains everything that he’s recommending in detail making her feel confident.

“Hey, Hank!” The bell chimes signaling another customer has come in.

“Harry, I’ve got your order in the back. Let me just go grab it.” Hank leaves to go grab whatever it is that Harry has ordered.

“Looks like you’re getting started on fixing up the house.” Harry comments, walking over to his neighbor and looking at her cart.

“Yeah.” Y/n smiles, “I think it’s going to be a lot more work than I thought, but I’m excited, I’ve never done anything like this.”

“You’ve never done any home renovations?” He asks, him obviously finding humor in it. He knows that the Wilson home needs more than a can of paint.“And you’re renovating that whole house?”

“Yes, I am.” She smirks, “Don’t worry, I can handle it.”

“I’m sure you can.”

Hank comes back with Harry’s order, which seems to be a large pack of sideway chalk. Emelia.

“Thank you for ordering this, she was burning through what I bought two weeks ago.” Harry smiles.

“It was no problem.” Hank claps him on the shoulder, “Just let me know again when you need me to order more.”

Harry checks out before she does and wishes them both a goodbye before he heads out. Hank checks out Y/n after that, and she grabs all of her items, walking out of the door.

She notices Harry is still in the parking lot, the only car in the small lot.

“You don’t have a car?” Harry asks, brows furrowed. He looks around as the desolate square of concrete.

“Didn’t need one in London. I’ll get one before winter, for now I can get away with walking.” Y/n smiles, continuing her walk.

“Let me just give you a ride. You’re on the way.”

“No, it’s not a big deal.” She explains, “I can handle it.”

“You do realize how heavy that paint can is going to get? I bet it’s already getting heavy.” He smirks as she adjusts the cans in her hands. The thin metal handle is already digging into her palms and she’s onlyI made it to the sidewalk.

“Fine, you’ve made your point.”

Harry loads the paint can and her overflowing bag of supplies into his trunk. The windows are all down and they enjoy the breeze the short drive back to Y/n’s house. He pulls in the driveway and insists on carrying the paint can all the way up to her porch.

“Well, thank you, I’m sure that I would have an aching hand at this point if it weren’t for you.” Y/n smiles.

“Anytime, and if you ever need a ride in the future, don’t hesitate.” He backs off the steps, “Plus, I’m sure Emelia would love that.”

“Hmm, would she?” Y/n asks with a smile.

“She won’t stop talking about you.” Harry grins, “Think she’s a bit of a stalker, checking to see when you work outside. She always wants to hang out with you.”

Y/n throws her head back in a laugh. “Well, feel free to send her over. I’ll never say no to free labor.”

“Want something to drink?” Y/n asks, unlocking her front door and walking in, Harry following close behind. He wouldn’t take no for an answer and offered to help carry her things in.

“Yeah, actually that would be great.” He doesn’t follow her the rest of the way into the house.

“We can sit on the porch if you’d like.” Y/n offers, coming back out from the kitchen with two bottles of beer. He opens the door again and the two of them walk over to the porch swing. One of the few things still in great condition in this house.

“So, what brings you to Bay Port?” Harry asks, then talks a long sip of the beer.

“Well, I quit my job. I was feeling a bit stuck if I’m being honest.” Y/n sighs. “So, I was a bit wine drunk and feeling impulsive. I sold my apartment, and moved here.”

“What did you do?” He asks, glancing over to the girl sitting next to him. He watches as her bare foot slowly slides on the floor. She pulls the other one up to rest close to her chest.

“I was a writer.” She clears her throat. “Still am, just different than before.”

“How so?”

“I moved here so I could actually write about the things I care about. I was kind of stuck at a job where I was writing about what I was paid to do. I had no freedom or choice in what I wrote about and I completely lost the passion that I used to have for it.”

“Wow, that takes guts to leave and decide to follow your passion.”

“Yeah, it’s a bit scary, but it’s the best decision I’ve ever made. I can tell it was the right one, I already feel better about it.”

They continue to talk, until the beer runs out and Harry decides he should get back home.

❃

A few days later Y/n walks out to get the mail and notices the sidewalk has taken on a new design since the last one she saw. Last time it had stars, a game of hopscotch, and what one can only assume to be a cat. Now, she’s still got all of those things, but on Y/n’s stretch of the sidewalk there are hydrangeas. They are a rainbow, each flower taking on a new color.

“Do you like them?” Emelia asks, peeking from her yard.

Y/n walks over with a smile on her face and walks to her side of the fence.

“Love them. They look beautiful.” Emelia’s cheeks take on a pink tint over Y/n’s words, “Do you like drawing?”

“Yeah, that’s my favorite.” She looks back over her shoulder, “Will you look at my driveway? That’s where I drew the ocean!”

“Sure.”

Y/n walks over and listens as the little girl explains her drawing and all of the things she included in it. She talks about the blue whale, and how she wishes she could draw it to scale, the shark with a smiley face (because that makes them less scary obviously). Both of their attention is pulled away from Emelia's starfish when they hear yelling. It’s followed by a boy, a few years older than Emelia, storming out of the house.

“Hey! No slamming doors!” Harry calls, following the boy down his front steps.

“Bye Grayson.” Emelia waves, but he doesn’t say anything back. He just carries on his march down towards the beach.

“That’s my brother.” Emelia whispers.

Grayson doesn’t look back and Harry stops following once he reaches us in the driveway.

“I didn’t even know you had a son.” Y/n admits.

“Yeah, I hardly see him.” Harry laughs, “As soon as Bay Port gets some sun, you only see him at the beach.”

“Well, it is summer.” Y/n smiles.

“Yeah, I think he’s also in an angry not-yet a teen phase.” Harry crosses his arms over his chest.

“Well, I’m sure that’s fine.” Y/n smiles wider, “Were you a bad teen? Is this some karmic debt you’re paying?”

“Excuse you, I was a saint.” Harry defends, crossing his arms over his chest with a smirk.

“I’m sure you were.” She shakes her head.

“I was showing Y/n my ocean.” Emelia explains, smiling up at her father, in turn making Y/n smile as well.

“I see that, I’m sure that Y/n has loved it.”

“I have.” She squats down next to the girl, “I especially love the fish with the sandwich, That’s from Lilo and Stitch, right?”

“Yeah!” She squeals.

“Mhm, that’s a good one.”

“Dad, that’s what we should watch for movie night!”

“That’s a pretty good pick.” Harry nods.

“We should invite Y/n since she likes that movie.” Emelia whispers quietly to Harry, or at least what she thinks is quiet. Y/n still cracks a smile at her words.

“I like that idea.” Harry nods, smiling at Y/n.

“Y/n, would you like to join our movie night, tonight?” Emelia asks, looking up at Y/n with her bright green doe eyes. The young girl grabs Y/n's hands to really try and guilt trip her.

“How could I ever say no to that?” She smiles, “What time does movie night start?”

“Eight o’clock.” Harry answers.

“I will be there! In that case, I need to get my work done, but I will see you guys tonight!”

Y/n goes back home, knowing she has a lot of time before tonight. She gets started on replacing the door knob that sticks every time she uses it. It takes some learning, and a youtube video for her to get it right, but she does it. The more she gets done in the house, the more confident she gets. It helps having a pep talk from Hank too.

“Alright, one door down, eight to go.” She lays back on her floor.

Y/n takes a shower before she goes over, she managed to work up a sweat working on the house. All of the doorknobs in the house have been replaced, and she managed to fix the squeaky floorboard in the living room. Small projects kept her entertained all day.

Y/n walks over, empty handed. She had debated bringing popcorn and a blanket, but decided against it. The popcorn because she didn’t want to bring food, or what if they were providing it. The blanket she passed on once she remembered it’s June and surely won’t be needed seeing as the air is still warm. She simply braided her hair to keep it out of her face, she threw on a casual sundress. It goes well with the tan she’s been working on while outside so far this summer.

“Y/n!” Emelia cheers, opening the door once Y/n knocked. Emelia had hoped that Y/n didn’t notice she’s been peeking out the window for the past twenty minutes waiting for the girl next door to come walking up.

“Emelia!” She cheers back, the little girl pulls her in for a hug, which Y/n has to bend down for.

“C’mon, I saved you a spot next to me.”

“Well, doesn’t that sound lovely!” Y/n follows the girl. She has no choice because Emelia has a locked grip on her hand.

Y/n kicks off her shoes by the door, and takes in the house. The house is stunning, smaller than you would picture someone of Harry’s fam settling into, but a large house nonetheless. The house is far bigger than hers, and it’s on a bigger lot, but Harry’s managed to make it feel warm. Between the pictures on the walls, the awards on the shelves, and the color everywhere, it’s clear that this is his home.

Emelia leads her over to one of two couches that face the large television.

“Y/n, you’re here.” Harry smiles, “I’ve got the popcorn.”

He passes a bowl for Emeilia and Y/n to share and takes one himself.

“C’mon Gray, we're starting it.” Harry shouts.

“I’m not watching it.” He yells from somewhere upstairs. Y/n lets out a chuckle at noticing that Harry’s Disney Plus avatar is Olaf.

“Yes, yes you are.” Harry gets up from the couch and stands on the bottom stair so he doesn’t have to yell as much.

“Dad, I’m too big for kiddy movies!” Grayson argues.

“Yeah, and you’re still eight.” Harry shuts down, “It’s movie night.”

With a huff, Grayson comes down the stairs and sits down on the couch next to Harry. He sits with his arms crossed. It isn’t until the lights are off and the movie is five minutes in when he settles and actually reaches for popcorn. It’s about halfway through the movie and completely dark out when both kids finally slump down.

“Eight going on eighteen.” Harry teases, looking over his son who has managed to fall asleep in his seated position. Y/n glances down to the girl, who is resting her head against her side. She runs her hand over her head, taming her wild curls.

“Looks like I got the snuggler.” She smiles, Harry looks over to see what she is talking about. His heart swells at the sight.

“Yeah, she has her moments. She can’t sleep sometimes.” Harry admits, he reaches for the remote to turn down the TV. “She has nightmares, they really freak her out. She wakes up a lot during the night.”

“It’s not fair for someone so sweet to be plagued by nightmares.”

Harry gently wakes up his son and sends him off to bed, he gets up and walks over to where the girls are. He manages to pry Emelia away and carries her up to her room. In the meantime, Y/n grabs the bowls of popcorn and carries them off to the kitchen, simply leaving them in the sink.

“You don’t need to clean up!” Harry says, making his presence known, “You’re the guest.”

“Eh, it’s the least I can do. You were the host tonight.” She smiles.

“Thank you for tonight, I know it meant a lot to Emelia.” Harry watches her in the reflection in the window above the sink before she turns around to face him.

“It was fun, I think I would do most anything to make that girl happy.” Y/n laughs.

“You and me both.” He leans against the counter.

“Thank you for being so welcoming to me. It means a lot to be invited here, I was a little nervous to move here.”

“Why’s that? Bay Port is just about as friendly as it gets. We’ve only got a population of, what, 1100?” Harry chuckles.

“I was nervous about being able to meet people, and make connections. London was a mile a minute. You’ve got eight million people to go out and meet.”

“And yet, you still ended up here.” He chimes in.

“And yet, I still ended up here.” Y/n agrees.

“Well I’m glad you did.”

He leans in a little closer and Y/n picks up her head at the movement. She’s surprised to see just how close they are.

“Would you go on a date with me?” He asks, his eyes never falling from hers.

“I hardly know anything about you.” Y/n admits, although she doesn’t take a step back.

“I know your daughter better than I know you.” She continues to tease.

“Well, I made her, so you know me, and that would be the point of the date.” He smirks.

“Are you actually asking?” She retorts.

“I am.”

❃

It takes a couple of days for their date to actually come. Harry needed to have someone watch the kids, and Y/n had been trying to tackle every possible task she could in the meantime.

“Hey.” Y/n grins, swinging open her door to let Harry in.

“Is tonight too short of notice for our date?” He asks.

“Mm, should I act hard to get and say no?” She teases.

“Well, seeing as we’re neighbors, I think I’ll know if you stay in tonight anyway.”

“In that case, I’m free as a bird.” She says, making him laugh.

“Alright, I’ll be back around 6:00. Wear comfortable shoes.”

“That’s all the information I get?”

“Yep.” He smirks before walking out.

Y/n spends the rest of her afternoon painting, only to start getting ready an hour before Harry is coming back. She settles on a casual outfit seeing as he requested comfortable shoes.

Harry knocks on Y/n’s front door at exactly 6:00. They walk out to his car, he gets the door for her.

“I hope you like pepperoni.” Harry nods to the backseat where a pizza box sits.

“I love pepperoni.”

He turns left leaving her driveway, the opposite direction of town. Y/n hasn’t spent much time on this side of town.  He starts to head down small backroads, eventually turning onto a narrow dirt road.

“Alright, the rest of the way is by foot.” Harry puts the car in park.

“Hence the comfortable shoes.” Y/n smiles.

“I promise, the view will be worth it.”

“It better be, or I’m pushing you off the edge.”

Harry simply chuckles as they keep on walking, thankfully they didn’t have much to go. Y/n wouldn’t want to admit it, but he can see it in her face that he was right. It was worth it. Harry pulls a beach blanket from his backpack for them to share. They sit down and take in the view.

“So, what prompts Harry Styles, the rockstar, to settle down in Bay Port?” Y/n finally addresses his status. In all of their conversations, this has never come up. Y/n would be lying if she said that she hadn’t thought of asking him.

“Former rock star.” He corrects.

Y/n gives him a look as she waits.

“My mum only lives a half an hour away, it’s only about two hours to London from here. It’s a pretty perfect little town to settle down in.” He grins, his eyes squinting to focus with the sun blinding him.

“We found out late in Jenny’s pregnancy that she had cancer. Emelia had a few months to go, and Jenny wasn’t willing to risk an early delivery, so she waited. By the time Em was here, the cancer had spread too far for any treatment.”

He looks up at Y/n now.

“She sacrificed her life for hers. Without a second thought, she left me with them, and I’m still trying to pick up the pieces and it’s been four years. It’s getting easier though.”

“I’m so sorry for your loss, Harry.” Y/n chokes out a response.

“I’m sorry for their loss.” He picks up his head now, his eyes tinting red, “I wish you could’ve met her. The two of you would have been as thick as thieves.”

He shakes his head with a smile.

“I’m sure that would have been lovely.”

They sit there quietly now. Watching the sun dip lower and lower on the horizon. Harry’s hand finds her’s on the blanket. The sky fades to a dark blue, and Y/n and Harry shift to lay on their backs taking in the stars. The leftover pizza has gone cold.

They continue to talk and get to know each other more. They tell stories of their childhood, travel, Harry talks about the kids. He talks about fame, and Y/n talks about wanting to write something that could move people. Something actually meant something to someone.

“This was lovely, Harry.” Y/n smiles, taking a step back towards her front door. Harry being a true gentleman walked her to the front door.

“So did I.” He grins, he takes a step closer and Y/n leans her head up to really look at him. She reaches out to brush a loose curl away from his forehead. Harry leans into the touch and closes his eyes. Their foreheads meet and warm breaths are exchanged.

After what feels like way too long, Harry’s lips meet Y/n’s slowly. They savor each other excruciatingly slowly. Y/n’s hands dig further into Harry’s curls making him groan. He takes another step forward pushing Y/n’s back into her front door. Harry finally composes himself enough to pull away, both of them breathing heavy.

“I should probably go, let my babysitter go home.” He sighs, still out of breath.

“Yeah, you should.” Y/n says, but her grip still tight on him shows she disagrees.

“If either one of my children saw me out here, I would never live it down.” He laughs. Y/n joins in with a chuckle and lets go finally.

“Alright, go home.” She smiles.

She turns to put her key in the front door and Harry takes a few backwards steps off the porch.

“Can I see you tomorrow?” He asks.

“When do I ever say no to you?” She grins.

❃

Y/n and Harry go on a few more dates, each getting better than the last. Each date, the kiss on Y/n’s porch lasting a little longer. It’s getting harder and harder to let go of each other.

Emelia and Harry have started showing up at the house to help her with small tasks. Harry getting stuck doing the heavy lifting while Y/n helps Emelia paint her living room.

“You sure about the yellow?” Harry asks, taking in the soft yellow that half of the room is now painted in.

“You don’t like it?” Y/n looks over her shoulder.

“It’s just bold. Most people do a neutral color. This is the first thing people see when they walk in.” Harry gestures to the front door.

“I think it’s fun!” Emelia chimes in.

“Me too.” Y/n winks at the girl.

“Alright, I get it!” He holds up his hands in defense. “I’m outnumbered.”

“Yes, you are.” Y/n and Emelia high five.

“I’m not sure I like this duo.” He teases gesturing to the two girls.

“Next time make Grayson come over with us!” Emelia decides. Y/n and Harry share a look. Grayson has not wanted to hang out with them. He would much rather go to the beach with his friends and stay as far away from Y/n as he can.

“Next time.” Harry smiles, ruffling the curls on the little girl's head.

❃

“I come bearing tacos!” Y/n cheers, letting herself into the Styles home. She has become familiar enough with the house and it’s occupants to be able to let herself in.

“Y/n!” Emelia comes running.

“Hello, love.” Harry presses a quick peck to her lips.

“Gray, dinner is here!” Harry shouts up the stairs while the girls go set the table.

“So Grayson, catch any fish while you were down at the pier today?” Y/n asks. No matter how much he ignores her, Y/n hasn’t given up on bonding with this kid.

“Yeah.” He mutters, still not looking at her.

“Well that's pretty cool.” Y/n smiles.

“Gray is a really good fisherman.” Emelia grins, taking a big bite of her cheese quesadilla.

“Surely he doesn’t get that from you?” Y/n teases, cutting Harry a look making him laugh.

“No-”

“No, my mom liked to fish. She’s the one who taught me.” Grayson says, interrupting his father and getting up from the table.

“Gray, you need to finish your meal. Sit back down.”

He doesn’t listen and keeps walking away.

“I’m sorry.” She smiles solemnly looking at Harry. He shakes his head dismissing it, knowing it’s not her fault. Harry’s phone starts ringing on the counter and he tries to ignore it. He doesn’t like technology being a part of a meal. Even if it's just take out at the counter. It rings and finally stops until it starts back up again.

“Go get it, it could be important.” I smile.

He reaches forwards and I see Gemma’s name flash across the screen.

“Hey, Gem-” He answers, “She what?”

His tone changes quickly making my head snap up to look at him.

“When?” He sighs, “Well is she okay?”

“Em, why don’t you go wash up since you’re done and then we’ll pick out a movie to watch together!”

The little girl cheers, oblivious to the heavy tone in her father’s voice. Y/n grabs all of the plates and starts cleaning up, while still paying attention to the questions Harry is asking.

“What’s going on?” She asks, once he’s hung up.

“Uhh, my mom is in the hospital. She got in a bit of a car wreck.”

“What?” Y/n drops what she’s been washing in the sink and walks over to him.

“Yeah, she’s being airlifted to a hospital in London.” He clears his throat.

“Oh my god, Harry.” She reaches out a hand to his shoulder.

“I’m meeting Gemma at the hospital. I need to find a sitter-” He stands up abruptly, the shock seemingly wearing off. He tears off around the house grabbing everything he can, while trying to call anyone.

“H, just wait.” She places a hand on his chest. “Just breathe for a second.”

He pauses and closes his eyes. He leans into her touch.

“I don’t know what I’m going to do, I don’t even think Hannah is in town now. Can I call her this late?” Hannah is his usual babysitter for the kids. “How am I supposed to-”

“I can watch them.” Y/n offers.

“You would really do that for me?” He asks, looking down into her eyes searching for honesty. “Unless you don’t want me to,  because I totally understand-”

“No, it’s not that.” Harry interrupts and pulls her in close to his embrace, “It’s just a big thing you’re offering here and I want to know you’re sure.”

“Of course!” She has a small smile, “Go, pack a bag, I’ll take care of things here.”

Harry leaves to go pack a bag of everything he might need. Y/n walks out to find Emelia with a movie pulled up.

“We haven’t watched this one yet!”

“No, we haven’t” Y/n smiles. She takes a seat next to the girl. In all of their movie nights, she knows that she likes to sit right next to her through the whole thing. Five or ten minutes into the movie, Harry comes down stairs with a small duffle. I get up from the couch and meet him at the bottom of the stairs.

“Alright, I already talked to Grayson and explained.”

“So he knows I’m watching him?” Y/n asks.

“Yeah, and he should behave.” Harry runs a hand through his hair, obviously stressed.

“We’ll be alright, don’t worry about us.”

“Okay, thank you.” He presses a kiss to her lips and a quick hug. He walks back into the living room and pulls Emelia up into his arms.

“Daddy, where are you going?” She asks.

“I need to go see Grandma. It’s important, but Y/n is going to stay here with you and Gray.” He presses a kiss to her forehead.

“We don’t get to come see grandma?” She questions.

“Not this time.”

Emelia sighs and then suddenly remembers the other half of her Dad’s statement.

“Y/n, you’re having a sleepover?” She squeals.

“I am.” Y/n grins.

Harry sets Em down and she tears off for a hug from Y/n.

“Alright, I need to go.” Harry says, looking at the time.

Y/n walks over to the front door, with Emelia on her hip. They wave from the front door as Harry leaves. After his tail lights disappear, they both walk into the house again. Grayson is now sitting on the bottom step.

“Is she going to be okay?” Grayson asks, staring at the floor, solely in one spot.

“That’s what your dad is trying to find out. We hope she will be.” Y/n answers.

“Why do you have to stay with us?” He follows up.

“It was a last minute thing, and I offered.” She finally lets the younger girl down from her arms and she tears off to the couch and starts her movie.

“Well, you shouldn’t have offered.” He gets up from the stairs, “Stop trying to be our mom.”

❃

Grayson’s words hurt Y/n more than she thought was possible. Was she overstepping? She finally calms down when she remembers that he has lost his mother and now his grandmother is in the hospital. He has every right to be snappy. It’s wrongful blame, but he’s only eight.

Y/n opts out of running home to get her own pajamas and settles on one of Harry’s shirts. Emelia stayed up and they ended up watching a movie. Harry ends up texting that he’s made it safe to London before the movie is over. After that Y/n puts Em to bed, and cleans everything from the night before climbing upstairs to Harry’s bedroom.

Her phone vibrates on the nightstand and she rolls over to see that Harry is calling.

“Hey.” Y/n answers.

“Hello, love.” He sighs.

“How’re things?” Y/n sits up in bed so she can focus on the conversation.

“M’just waiting. I hate waiting.” He sighs, “They’ve finally put me and Gem in a room to wait though.”

“Well, at least that's good news.”

“How did the rest of the night go?” He asks.

“It’s been alright in the Styles household, Em and I still had a movie night. Gray shut himself in his room pretty early.” Y/n opts out of telling Harry about what Grayson said. The last thing he needs right now is one more thing to worry about.

“Yeah, I would just give him space until the morning. He didn’t take to it well having another family member in the hospital.”

They stay on the phone until they get news on Anne and Harry has to hang up. Y/n’s heavy eyes don’t stay open for a second longer once her head hit the pillows. She doesn’t wake up again until she feels someone pushing on her shoulder.

“Y/n” a very soft and small voice says.

“Emelia?” Y/n questions, rolling over to see the young girl. She has tears in her eyes and she seems to be shaking a little. “What’s wrong, babe?”

“I had a bad dream.” She takes a step closer to the bed, “My daddy lets me sleep with him when the monsters are back.”

Wordlessly Y/n lifts up the covers and pulls the girl into bed with her.

“Well, there’s no monsters with me.” Y/n smiles, causing Em to smile too.

They both fall back asleep quickly and Y/n doesn’t wake up again until it’s light out. She looks over to see that the younger girl is still fast asleep, her head of curls a mess all over the pillow. Grayson’s door is still shut so she assumes he’s still asleep as well.

Y/n makes her way to the kitchen and it takes some hunting, but she finds all of the ingredients and necessary tools to make pancakes. Half way through the first batch, Grayson makes an appearance.

“Goodmorning.” Y/n looks over at the boy.

“Morning.” He mumbles, he takes a seat at the counter across from where Y/n is working.

“How’d you sleep last night?” Y/n asks, making conversation.

“Good.”

They sit in silence, him waiting for pancakes to be done. Y/n places a stack in front of him and gets started on more for Em when she eventually comes downstairs. Grayson digs right in after putting all of the toppings on that he wanted.

“My mom used to make pancakes every Saturday morning.” Grayson states.

Y/n’s actions halt, unsure of what to say or do with that information.

“My dad can’t make pancakes. He tried for a while after she died, but they always turn out lumpy or he burns them, but these are pretty good.”

Y/n can’t help but smile at the comment. Progress.

“Well, I’m glad you like them.”

It doesn’t take long for the scent of pancakes to reach Emelia and send her running downstairs. She joins Grayson at the counter and they spend the rest of their morning together. They call Harry for an update, and it turns out Anne is going to be fine, with very minor injuries. They had worried about internal injuries, but she’s going to be alright. Y/n lets out the biggest sigh of relief at the news, these kids aren’t going to lose another family member.

Harry informs them that he and Gemma are going to get Anne settled in her house tonight and stay, tomorrow morning he will be driving home.

“Alright, we need to run over to my house because I can’t keep wearing yesterday’s clothes.”

The three of them make their way over to Y/n’s house and hang out there long enough for Y/n to take a shower and change. After that they walk downtown on the way to the beach. The weather is perfect, and Y/n is in need of a distraction for them.

They swim, they watch Grayson fish, and they play in the sand. They’re all exhausted by the time it’s supper. When they get home Grayson goes straight to his room, but he did manage to stick with the two girls most of the day. Y/n makes a quick supper and they scarf it down.

“Can we have another movie night since you’re having another sleepover?” Emelia asks.

“How can I say no to those eyes?” Y/n teases, Emelia picks Moana, surely inspired by their beach day. Grayson stays for part of it before saying goodnight and going to his room. Y/n wakes up on the couch with the credits for the movie rolling. It looks like both her and Emelia passed out during it.

“Em, let’s go to bed.” She carefully wakes up the girl. She doesn’t open up her eyes but holds out her arms for Y/n to scoop her up. Y/n takes her straight to Harry’s room knowing that she will likely wake up if she puts her in her room alone. They both fall back asleep quickly in Harry’s cozy bed.

“Love.” A deep voice pulls Y/n out of her sleep. She turns to see Harry crouched by the bed.

“Hey.” Y/n says with a sleepy voice, “I didn’t realize you’d be back this early.”

Based on the lighting in the room, it looks like the sun is just starting to rise.

“Wanted to get back to the kids.” He smiles, “And you.”

“Hmm.” Y/n hums with a smile.

“I see she roped you into letting her sleep with you.” Harry smiles, looking over to his daughter taking up half the bed.

“Yeah, I don’t think I can say no to her. Those damn green eyes.” She teases.

“Hey.” Harry laughs before sliding in behind Y/n. He wraps an arm around her waist and settle against the same pillow. They fall fast asleep and sleep heavily until the youngest Style wakes them up.

“Daddy!” She cheers. She takes a flying leap, landing on the pair.

“Em!” Harry groans, he lets go of Y/n, letting Emelia squeeze between the two.

“You’re home!”

“I am.” Harry grins.

Y/n sits up and looks at the time, it’s later than they would usually wake up. After tackling the pair on the bed she runs off to her room to get dressed for the day.

“I think I’m going to head back to my house.” Y/n states, looking over to Harry.

“Really?” He asks with raised brows.

“Yeah, I’ll give you space to just have a day with the kids.” She smiles.

“You’re sure?” His thumb lightly traces over her shoulder.

“Yes, I think they need it.” She leans in for a kiss, which leads to a second, and third before she finally pulls herself out of bed. “Plus, I am falling behind on renovations.”

❃

Y/n makes her way back to her house and it seems so empty and quiet after having spent the past few days at the Styles household. She jumps right back in with renovations to try and get back on track.

Harry spends his day with the kids. They go out to the park and spend the day together. Harry misses Y/n but she was right that they needed a day together just the family. They also give Anne a call to check in on her. Emelia is all too excited to talk to her grandma on the phone. On their drive back to the house he notices that all of the lights in Y/n’s house are off. He had planned on inviting her over for supper.

“Harry, I thought you would be at the hospital.” Maise comments as she walks by the house with her dog.

“Yeah, I just got back this morning.” Harry states.

“This morning?” Maise stops, “No no, I’m talking about Y/n.”

“Y/n?” Harry’s heart stops and drops to his stomach for a second.

“Yeah, she just left for the hospital an hour ago. I thought she said she would call you.”

Harry is getting back in his car as Maise is talking. The kids get back in too, having heard the whole conversation. Harry speeds to the small Bay Port hospital. He rushes in with the two kids hot on his trail.

“Is Y/n Y/Ln here?” He asks the receptionist.

“She is with the doctor right now.”

“What happened? What’s going on?” Harry asks.

“That information is confidential. I can buzz her nurse and see if she is willing to see you.”

Harry thanks the receptionist and turns back to see his kids. They both look anxious to be here. Grayson is looking around at everything, flinching everytime there is a noise. In reality Harry should’ve called Hannah to watch them, or called Y/n to see what was going on, but as soon as he heard from Maise that she was here he couldn’t stop himself. He needed to be here.

“I can take you back to her room.” The nurse leads them to an exam room and holds open the door for them.

“Y/n?” Grayson asks, making himself the first in the room, he walks right up to her. I don’t think anyone would’ve expected that.

“Hey!” Y/n smiles, looking at her visitors. She was surprised when the nurse told her they were here, she hadn't even had the time to text or call. She was using a nail gun to put trim on her windows when it backfired, giving her a gnarly gash on her arm. She was fine, but it wasn’t as easy as throwing a bandaid on.

“You’re okay.” Grayson sighs into Y/n’s chest. He collapses against her in a heavy hug. The arm that wasn’t currently being stitched wraps around him holding him there.

“Yeah, of course I am. Just a little scratch.”

“Just a little scratch.” He repeats back to himself.

“News travels fast in a small town.” Y/n laughs.

“Maise told us you were in the hospital.” Grayson states, still in shock.

“Hey, I’m okay? Right?” Y/n pulls back to look at him and he nods. Harry watches the scene in front of him and melts. He knew Grayson needed time to warm up to Y/n, but he didn’t think about Gray trying to distance himself so he wouldn’t get attached to her.

Grayson eventually lets go and Em hops right up for a hug. The doctor finishes the stitches on her arm, and gives her some aftercare instructions. They have to stay for a little while for Y/n to be discharged.

“No more big projects without me being there, please.” Harry sighs.

“Promise.” Y/n winks.

“Too much time in the hospital. There are too many people I love in the hospital.” Harry sighs, pressing a kiss to the top of Y/n’s head.

“Love?” Y/n asks, looking up at him.

“Love.” Harry confirms.

They both take on a pink hue on their cheeks. They haven’t said that to each other before. He wishes it wasn’t in a hospital, in front of his kids, but it doesn't matter.

“I love you too.” Y/n leans forward and presses a kiss to his lips. It’s short and sweet, but it’s enough. ❃

Harry makes Y/n come back to his for the night so he can keep an eye on her. They decide to carry on with a movie night as they always do. This time though, all four of them cram onto one couch. Grayson plopped down next to Y/n shocking the whole house at his change in attitude. Emelia claims she has to sit by Y/n because she always does and Harry gets dragged over too so he doesn’t have to sit by himself. They are squished in pretty good, but it’s cozy this way.

After the kiddos go off to bed, Y/n and Harry finally make it to his room. Harry helps Y/n get dressed in one of his shirts. She tells him she can do it herself, but he insists with a devilish smirk.

“I love you.” He presses a kiss to her shoulder.

“I love you, too.” She turns around to meet his lips.

❃

The entire Styles household take part in the renovations now. Harry and Grayson do a lot of the heavier projects, Grayson is just happy to be a part of things now. Y/n and Emelia work on small tasks together and it doesn’t take long for Y/n to fully heal and for the house to be finished.

“The house looks amazing, love.” Harry presses a proud kiss to his temple.

“Thanks.” She smiles, “I just have one thing left in the office to hang up.”

“I can grab it.” He insists.

Harry makes his way to her office, he smiles and the drawing that is very obviously done by Emelia is tacked to the wall. He finds the framed artwork she had been talking about and walks over to behind her desk. He sets it down for a second to make sure the nails are level. When he turns back to her desk, his name catches his eye.

He pulls the paper out from the stack to see an article about him. It’s old, he knows that. It’s been a long time since his name has been in the news. He’s about to throw it back in the stack when the author's name catches him off guard.

Y/n Y/Ln.

“There’s no way.” Harry mutters to himself, not able to believe what he’s seeing.

He grabs the rest of the stack to see other articles, dating back years ago, years before he had kids and stepped back from the spotlight. Every single one written by her. Drama alerts, gossip, trash that he always ignored. Some are about him, others about other UK celebrities.

He’s seeing red at this point. He goes back downstairs to see Y/n with Gray and Em. They’re all laughing as she’s telling them some story while they put together furniture.

“Grayson, Emelia, why don’t you guys head home. I’ll be right there.” Harry states.

“What?” Emelia asks, whipping around to look at her dad.

“Grayson take Emelia back home, please.”

Y/n looks confused as the kids get up from the floor and walk out of her front door.

“Harry, what’s-”

“I wanna know how you can explain these.” Harry holds the stack of articles in his hand, turning them for her to see.

“Harry-”

“No, I don’t want an excuse. I want to know why. Why are you here? Why did you choose this small town? Right next door. I need a reason.”

“I told you I didn’t like my job. I hated it. I left, I needed change, I had no way of knowing you were here.”

“What? So I’m just supposed to buy it was by chance that you’re here?”

“I was thinking fate.” Y/n says, feeling small. She’s never seen Harry like this before.

“That isn’t enough. I let you in!” Harry shouts, “Dammit, I let you into my life! I let you into my children’s lives!”

“I know, Harry, I know.” Y/n cries, trying to walk closer, but Harry takes matching steps away.

“Why? Why didn’t you tell me?” Harry asks, he has an angry tear fall down his cheek.

“I couldn’t. It was so long ago, and it’s not who I am. I hated writing those trashy articles. I told you that is not what I was passionate about, that was just to make ends meet. I’m so sorry.”

“Stay away from me.” He says with venom in his words, “Stay away from my children.”

“Harry, please don’t.” She tries to plead with him to stay, putting a hand on his shoulder, but he simply shrugs it off. He pulls her front door shut with a slam, and Y/n falls in her spot, crying too hard at this point to stand.

She knew at some point he would have to know what she used to write, but she never wanted it to be this way. Being completely honest, she never wanted him to know at all. The rest of the day she cries. She doesn’t know what to do. He wants her to stay away, so that’s just what she’ll do.

❃

It’s a week later when he is taking his kids to the beach when he sees it. It makes his heart stop in his chest. The moving truck is back. His children have been begging with him the last week to see Y/n. Emelia is especially aching to see her. She managed to bond with the whole family, and it’s slowly tearing them apart now that she’s gone.

“Daddy? Where is Y/n going?” Emelia asks, seeing the same moving truck is back.

“I don’t know. Let’s go.”

“Why are you sending Y/n away?” Grayson asks with anger.

“I didn’t send her away.” Harry explains, looking at his two children in his rearview mirror. They are both obviously upset with him over this.

“You won’t let us see her, and now she’s moving.” Gray huffs.

“Daddy, you yelled at her. Gray and I could hear it.”

Harry’s heart breaks at that. He loves her, but he’s hurting right now. It doesn’t make it any easier that his children love her too. They spend the afternoon at the beach, and everything feels a bit off. They cut things short so they can head back to the house. Anne and Gemma are making the trip up for a visit.

❃

It killed Y/n to leave without saying goodbye, but Harry made it very clear that he wanted her to stay away from him and the kids. She didn’t want to push more than she already had. She rented another truck so she can pack everything back up. She only lived here for the summer, but she’s made it come. It’s much harder to pack this place up than the apartment she had for years.

The house sold quickly, the renovations helping make it a hot commodity. She knows she needs to leave, as much as she loves Bay Port with her whole heart, she loves Harry more and would leave if that's what he wants.

She takes in one more glance at the view from her porch, something she’s never gotten over before climbing in the truck. Y/n can’t even debate saying goodbye to the Styles’ family, they aren’t home.

❃

“So where’s this famous Y/n I hear so much about?” Anne asks, looking over the table to her son.

“Daddy sent her away, so she left.” Emelia says, pushing the food around on her plate without eating any.

“Emelia.” Harry scolds.

“What? It’s true.” Grayson sighs.

“What happened?” Gemma asks. She’s confused because in all her time as an aunt, she’s never seen the kids this upset with their dad.

“She’s a writer.” Harry blows out the air in his lungs, “She made a living writing trash pieces about everyone, including me.”

“Is that what she was doing here?” Anne asks.

“I don’t know.” Harry shrugs.

“You love this girl, did you even hear her out?” Gemma questions.

“The headlines said enough.” Harry throws back a swig of his drink.

“Darling.” Anne says, grabbing his attention, “You love this girl, and you left her because of the job she used to have? I thought you said she moved here because she hated her job?”

“Yeah, she did. Or at least she claimed to.” Harry growls.

“Enough. Well, has an article come out? Are the paps crowding your lawn? Because the way I see it, the first woman to care for your family the way it should be cared for was chased off by you, over her previous job that she hated.” Anne rolls her eyes, “What were you thinking?”

Harry thinks hard on his mothers words. She’s right, nothing has come out since then. She hasn’t exposed him in the slightest. Surely, if that was her intention it’s been weeks, she would’ve done something by now.

“Harry, you can’t fake a love like that.” Gemma smiles.

“Fuck.” Harry is hit with the full gravity of what’s happened.

“Language!” Emelia scolds.

“What am I supposed to do? She’s moved! I don’t even know where.” Harry suddenly gets up and grabs his phone. He rings her twice with no answer.

“Maise!” He says with realization, he runs out of his own house and runs to the lady that he knows Y/n would confide in. He knocks loudly, several times, waiting for someone to answer the door. Maise swings it open with a slight frown on her face.

“I was wondering how long it would take for you to show up.”

“Do you know where she is?” He asks, still out of breath from running over, “Please.”

“She’s headed back to London.” Maise says sadly, crushing Harry a bit, “But, I know she couldn’t get a lease until tomorrow.”

“But, she’s not home.” Harry looks over to the house next door with all the lights still out.

“She’s got to be somewhere here in Bay Port.”

❃

Harry is stumped driving around trying to decide where she would be. He ran back to the house and filled them in. Gem and Anne were obviously happy to see him chasing down the girl. The kids were even more excited. They wanted to come with, but he told them that this was a conversation that just the two of them needed to have. He knew it would be wrong to guilt her to stay with his children right there.

Harry drives to the beach and walks around when it hits him, the place they went on their first date. The lookout. He hops back into his car and tears off again. He turns down the familiar dirt road, and his heart leaps out of his chest when he sees the moving truck parked by the trail. He barely throws the car into park before he’s running out.

He follows the trail until it comes to the clearing. He sees Y/n sitting there, looking out at the sunset. She’s taking in the beauty of Bay Port one last time. One last sunset.

“Don’t leave.” Harry had been so focused on finding Y/n, he didn’t think of what to say once he actually did.

Y/n turns around in her spot to see Harry standing there a few feet behind her.

“You know that I need to. Harry, I came here for a fresh start-”

“You had one. You built a life here, or at least you started to before I chased you out of it.” He takes a few steps closer and Y/n gets up from her blanket.

“Harry, you had every right to be mad, I should have told you.”

“I don’t care, I don’t care about any of that anymore. Just don’t leave.” He sighs, closing his eyes in relief of finally having her in front of him again.

“Why shouldn’t I?” She squeaks out.

“Because I love you.” Harry responds instantly, “I’m going to keep loving you, my children love you. I want my future with you, Y/n. I want everything with you.”

“Harry.” Y/n says simply, tears in her eyes.

“Please, don’t leave. Don’t ever leave.” He pulls her in for a hug, tears falling down his own cheeks now. He rests his head on top of hers, they are both holding each other so tightly.

“I want to stay, I really do.” She sighs, “I already sold my house.”

“Move in.” Harry answers immediately.

“What?” Her eyes go wide.

“I love you, I can’t let you leave. I want you with me forever. You are my everything. You complete my family. Move in.”

“You’re crazy.” She laughs.

“I don’t care. I don’t care about how crazy I am, I want to wake up with you everyday. I want you to make pancakes for Grayson and draw with Emelia. I want it all.”

“I want that too, Harry.”

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moving on and moving out

we got some angsttttttttt 

Neither of them wanted it to get to this point, but after years of being together. The love faded. The spark died. Neither of them wanted to fight anymore. The distance, the tours, the filming got to be too much. They weren’t a couple anymore.

At least that’s how Harry thought it was...

“I think we both knew that this was coming. I think we were just waiting for who could say it first.”

I nod, letting him speak on how he feels. It cuts me to my core to the point my heart is experiencing physical pain, but I am not going to let that show. If he feels like the spark died, I’m not going to try and prove him wrong.

“Fine.”

“I’ll-uh get the movers to sign an NDA-”

“No.” I interrupt, “Just leave for the day and I’ll pack up my things.”

I lived here for three years. In our home, our home which now I’m assumed to be leaving. Now in the span of a day I need to pack it all up.

All of my things except for what’s in the closet have been boxed up. I make my way up to our bedroom that I have claimed has half mine for years now. The closet is a mix of mine and his. It used to be his on the left side, and mine on the right when you walk in, but over the years and the sharing and stealing of clothes, it’s intermixed. It’s going to take me longer than I thought.

I hear the door open and shut downstairs, signaling that Harry’s returned. It’s late, but I should’ve made him get a hotel, because I am nowhere near done. I can hear heavy footsteps on the stairs followed by a high pitched giggle. I step out of the closet in full shock, Harry bursts in, a girl on his arm. I can feel my body turn white hot.

“Y/n?” He asks, it shows on his face that he’s shocked to see me here.

“What the fuck?” I shout, gesturing between him and the girl.

“Your car wasn’t in the driveway-“ He clears his throat. The girl releases her tight grip on him and sits down on my side of the bed to kick off her shoes.

“Yeah it’s in the garage, where it always is.” I huff, I am practically seeing red at this point. The anger and hurt I’m feeling are the only things stopping an outpour of tears.

“I can’t believe you, can you seriously move on that fast?”  

“I-”

“Listen, I’m down for a threesome.” The stranger chimes in with a slur. I look between the two of them while Harry just stares at me. I know I must look like a maniac. Completely unhinged, and it’s because I am.

“You know what? Keep all this shit, throw it out, donate it, I don’t care anymore.” I push past him out of my old bedroom.

“Y/n wait-“ Harry races after me as I fly down the stairs.

“No! While I was packing up my whole life, moving everything out, three years of living together, you were moving on. Cheers to that!” I pull the door behind me as hard as I can, making the house shake with a slam as I exit. I get in my car and speed out of the driveway. I can see Harry standing outside on the sidewalk in my rearview mirror and I finally let the tears fall. I turn left and go to the only place that makes sense right now.

Gemma let me into her apartment and pulled me in for a hug instantly. She is one of the few people who knew Harry and I were splitting up.

“What did he do now?” She asks, not even letting me go an inch from her grasp.

“I don’t want to come and complain about your brother to you. I couldn’t drive in this condition and I just can’t go anywhere without being papped. I’m sorry.”

“Please don’t apologize. I don’t care about whatever Harry and you are to each other, you are a sister to me Y/n.”

Gemma gets me to calm down enough with a cup of tea and a couple deep breaths that I can explain to her what happened. If I was seeing red, Gemma is seeing black. I think she could kill him if she saw him. We talk things through a little more and she sets up her guest room. She gives me space to get ready for bed and I climb into a steaming hot bath and sink lower into it.

Harry’s POV

I watch as Y/n pulls down the driveway. I would chase after her if I thought that would help anything. Even if I could catch her, she would probably run me down. I can’t believe I thought bringing someone home for a hookup was a good idea. In our bed of all places.

I make my way back inside and lean against the door, unable to hold my own body weight up anymore. I feel sick. I should feel sick after that.

“Baby?” A shrill voice asks from the top of the stairs.

Christ.

“Leave.” I answer.

“What?” Her voice laced with shock.

“Get. Out.”

I walk into the kitchen to lean against the counter and hear the front door open and close a few minutes later.

“Well Harry, you really can fuck up a good thing any chance you get.” I mumble to myself.

I take a walk through the house, noticing all of the absence of Y/n’s things. It doesn’t even look like the same house. She has boxes cluttered everywhere. The house is devoid of all things her. Everything that made this a home.

I notice on top of one of the boxes is one of the scrapbooks she made in quarantine. She went through a phase where she wanted all her memories in physical form. I pull it from the box and take it over to the couch.

It has all sorts of pictures, tickets, and other small keepsakes from her travels. Our travels. All of our trips, vacations, everything. Page after page with notes littering explaining different things on the page.

Each page has something new on it and I can’t help but smile and cry. How can I have thought the spark died? Everything on here is treasured in my heart. Even the pages that aren’t with us, like her backpacking trip with her friends. I want to add more pages. This can’t be the end, can it?

This is my soulmate. Who I kicked out of our own home.

I quickly get up from the couch, taking the scrapbook with me. Gemma is the only person I know who knows Y/n nearly as well as me. She is the only person who might know how I can fix this.

I pull into Gemma's neighborhood and notice a familiar car parked in the driveway. Y/n. I throw myself out of the car and race up the front steps. The door is locked and I just start knocking. The porch light comes on and Gemma pulls the curtain to the side to see who is bothering her this late.

“You’re pathetic.” Gemma scolds.

“I know. I need to see her.” I plead.

“That’s not an option.” She puts her body in front of the gap in the door. “How’d you even know that she’s here?”

“I didn't, I came to see my sister, but it seems you have other priorities. Ya know, you’re supposed to be my sister”

“Not tonight.” She crosses her arms over her chest, “After the stunt you pulled tonight you’re lucky I even opened the door.”

“I just need to see her.” I beg, “I just need to see that she’s okay. I need to make this alright.”

“She’s not okay! Gemma yells, “You can’t fix this! You broke something and it isn’t yours to fix.”

“But-”

“Are you trying to kick me out of another Styles home tonight?” A voice from behind Gemma calls.

We both turn to see Y/n standing in the doorway of the guest room. Her hair is wet, and she’s wearing a pair of pajamas that have obviously been borrowed from Gem. Christ. She doesn’t even have her own pajamas.

“Wha-? No, no of course not!”

Her red eyes expose that she was crying. I’ve only seen her cry this hard twice the entire time I’ve known her. I’ve never been the cause, which I can’t say anymore.

“He was actually just leaving.” Gemma cuts in, her face moves from Y/n to me and turns more stern.

“Good.” Y/n stands a little taller knowing this. “Night, Gem.”

She shuts her bedroom door.

“Gem.” I plead, my eyes flooding with tears.

She looks back to check on the Y/n’s door before she nods for me to step outside with her. She sits down on her front step and gestures for me to join her.

“What am I supposed to do?” I sigh, “I love her. I don’t know what I was thinking.”

“You weren’t.” She punches my shoulder and I yelp. I didn’t think she could hit that hard. “What’s wrong with you?”

“I don’t know.”

“I didn’t understand it when you told me you were splitting. Mum doesn’t either. You bought a ring for her less than two months ago and now she’s moving out.”

“I know. I messed up. I think I freaked myself out. Do you remember Mum and Dad when they were still together? Do you remember how ugly it got?” I ask, looking to my older sister for advice.

“Yeah, probably more than you.”

“I can’t do that. I can’t get a divorce. Imagine trying to recover from that.”

“Harry, you and Y/n are not Mum and Dad. I know that. Everyone knows that, except for you apparently. Do you still want a future with Y/n?” She asks and I nod without a second of hesitation.

“She’s the one Gem, I know that now.”

“Yeah, you know that now that you’ve brought someone else home. You’re such an idiot. How can you think that would’ve been a good idea bringing some girl home.”

“I couldn’t come home to an empty house by myself.” I wipe away a tear. “I knew she would be gone and I would be alone in our house. Couldn’t do it.”

“You’re going to have to work hard to get that girl back.” Gemma takes my hand in hers.

“I plan on it.”

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It’s been two years since you wrote ‘Woman’ and I’m still offended you didn’t do a part 2 ✋😫

AHHHHH IM SORRY LMAO

i think you are one of the few who would want that at this point lol

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hi love. you ok?

ok this actually made me laugh

yes, i am ok! i promise i’m alive and i hit a bit of a wall writing a certain fic, and now i can’t get it out of my head

i promise i will be posting soon!

see you soon loves!

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Wishful Thinking - Harry Styles

TW// cancer and death 

It was a Sunday afternoon when Harry got the text from Jeff. Not unusual, but the contents of the message are what surprised him.

Do you think Y/n would be willing to do a Make a Wish?

Harry sat on the text for a while, surely his girlfriend is kind enough to do something like that, he doesn’t doubt that in the slightest. Harry has done several over the years, although the request for his girlfriend was new. While he was waiting to respond, another text came in.

This is the submission she sent in.

Harry immediately opened the PDF that Jeff had sent him and starts reading.

Dear Harry Styles/The Harry Team,

I know, you must be shocked by my request, trust me I have been thinking this over for a long time, but I can’t imagine wanting to know someone more than Y/n.

I was diagnosed with terminal cancer about two years ago, and so far I’ve made it a year and a half longer than they ever thought I would. I never wanted to use my wish, because it felt like giving up, giving into it. This morning I woke up, and I knew. I know it sounds morbid, I don’t mean to bring down the vibe of this letter, but I want to be honest. I have had time to accept this and make peace with it. This morning I woke up, and I knew I was out of time. So this is my long shot, I’m reaching out. 

Harry, you have been one of the most positive influences in my life. I can’t even imagine my spotify playlists without you featured on them. You bring a smile to my face countless times, and you have brought something else amazing to my life. Y/n. I’m sure I don’t need to explain to you how amazing she is, but I will give you an explanation anyway.

I first came across Y/n after you were spotted with her a little over a year ago. You didn’t hide her, which surprised the whole fandom as you know. You smiled and held hands in public, without a care in the world. Then the onslaught of hate came in, and Y/n smiled through all of that too, and eventually those “fans” figured out how happy she made you. I followed her on instagram, just wanted a peek into your lives a little more. I wasn’t expecting to find so much solace in her page.

The first time I saw one of her cooking segments, I watched the entire thing through. It was nearly a forty minute live, and it made the chemo treatments go a little faster. Her bad jokes bring a smile to my face and she gives advice like an older sister would. I have grown to reach for my phone anytime I get a notification that she’s posted something. Whether it’s a rant about her day, trying a new recipe, or traveling the globe, she has given me space to breath again.

I know that this is not what she signed up for, or you I suppose, but I would truly love it if I could get a call and just speak to her and let her know how much she means to me and how much she’s helped.

Sending both of you my love, Bethany

Harry stares at the phone, trying to figure out what he just read. The tears in his eyes have started to drop and he gets up from his spot in bed to find his girlfriend. Harry makes his way down the stairs and makes his way to the kitchen where he hears music playing.

“There he is!” Y/n grins, looking up from her phone. Her instagram live is pulled up, one of her classics showing her followers what she’s making. Harry smiles at his girl off camera, knowing that Bethany is most certainly watching right now.

“Alright, well since the food is done and Harry is down here now, I think we’ll go eat! Love you guys!” Y/n blows a kiss to the camera before turning her phone off.

“Bub, look at this!” She gestures to the gyros she’s created, finally looking up and really seeing him since he came down, “What’s wrong?”

Her tone immediately changing once she sees the red eyes, tears hanging on.

“I just got contacted by Make A Wish” Harry answers.

“Awe, baby.” She pulls him in for a hug, knowing that it’s hard for him. He cares so much and he just wants to do the most he possibly can for his fans. She’s seen him do a couple of these, and they never seem easy. It’s always with a heavy heart. 

“She wants to talk to you.” Harry grins, looking down at the girl in her arms.

“What?” Y/n picks up her head, eyes wide. It’s written plainly across her face how genuinely surprised she is by this.

“Yeah, after we eat I can show you the letter.”

They eat the food, which was amazing to no surprise, and Y/n anxiously sits down on the couch to read over what’s moved her boyfriend to tears. It doesn’t take long for Y/n to match his previous look, leaning into Harry’s side for comfort once she’s finished it.

“I didn’t know anyone cared that much.” She sighs. “I mean your fans are nice to me, but I never expected something like this.”

This is the last thing Y/n could have ever expected. She knew what she was getting into when she started dating Harry Styles. The first month after they were first seen together was brutal, but that was the hardest it ever was. His fans warmed to her, and eventually became fans of her as well. They liked her attitude towards life, and how she still acted like she had the 1,300 followers she had before Harry, as opposed to the six hundred thousand she holds now.

“So, what do you think?” Harry asks as he twists the end of her hair in his fingers.

“Obviously I’m in.” She sighs and picks up her head to look at him, “This is going break my heart.”

It takes a week for it to actually happen, but Y/n didn’t want to just settle for a call. Instead, she got in contact with Bethany’s parents to see if she could visit, they are thrilled to agree and set up a time to surprise Bethany.

“This is scary.” Y/n mutters, her grip tight on Harry’s hand.

“You’ll be fine, love.” Harry presses a kiss to the top of her head, “She already loves you.”

They round the corner and find who they assume to be Bethany’s parents waiting outside the room. They give introductions and thank Y/n for taking the time out of her day to come here and do this. 

“You ready?” Harry asks.

“Absolutely.” She grins, she can catch glimpses of the girl in the room they’re standing outside of.

Bethany’s mom leads Y/n inside. Harry opts to wait in the waiting room, after-all it was Y/n that she asked for.

“Bethy, you’ve got a visitor.” Her mom announces.

She looks up from her phone and her hand immediately flies to her mouth.

“Hi, Bethany!” Y/n smiles walking further in the room.

“You’re joking me.” Bethany says, still in disbelief.

“It’s nice to meet you.” Y/n laughs. 

“This isn’t happening, oh my god!” She cheers, a smile finally cracking on her face.

Y/n gives her a big hug before settling in the chair next to her bed. Bethany’s mom excuses herself and gives the girls some time to talk. Her parents watch from outside and can’t believe their eyes. 

Bethany is glowing as she talks animatedly with Y/n. They haven’t seen her with this much energy in months. They talk for a long time, eventually Harry coming back to check on how things are going. 

“They’re thick as thieves.” Bethany’s dad comments, noticing Harry’s stare.

“You have no idea how much this means to her.” the mother reaches out a hand to Harry’s as the smallest of thank you’s. Harry takes the last seat outside the room, pulling out his book and getting comfortable. 

“I heard you were trying to hunt down my necklace.” Y/n smiles at the girl.

“Yes! I was driving my mom mad trying to find the same one. You always wear it, and I thought it was so pretty.” Bethany gushes, “Where did you get it?”

“Harry actually got it for me.” Y/n looks down to see the necklace that always adorns her chest, “I had to ask him where he got it, and together we were able to track it down.”

Y/n reaches into her purse to pull out the jewelry box that was neatly wrapped.

“You didn’t!” Bethany covers her mouth in shock, “This is too much. Really, just getting to see you and talking with you was more than enough.”

“Hush, no it’s not!” Y/n defends, “It’s only too much if you don’t want to match with me.”

Both of the girls grin before Y/n helps her put on the necklace. Bethany keeps looking down at it with a giddy look. 

“It’s so pretty.” She sighs dreamily.

“I know, Harry got it for me for our six month. I don’t think I’ve taken it off since.” Y/n smiles.

“Speaking of, do you want to meet him?” Y/n asks, knowing that this girl only even knew about her because she was a fan of her boyfriend. Bethany nods and Y/n gets up from her spot, opening the door to find her boyfriend. 

He looks up once he notices her presence, and grins. 

“Hey, wanna come meet a friend?”

Y/n leads Harry back into the room where she’s been for a couple of hours at this point. 

“Meet Harry.” 

“It’s nice to meet you.” Bethany grins from ear to ear. 

“It’s lovely to meet you Bethany.” 

Harry finds out more about the girl and he almost hates it. He hates it because she’s lovely, she has an old soul. You would never guess her age with how mature she is, I’m sure part of that comes when you’re terminally diagnosed. She’s lovely, and the way her and Y/n bounce off each other is a sight. You would think they’ve known each other for years. 

“Ok, I need to run to the bathroom!” Y/n excuses herself, leaving the two of them alone to run to find the restroom. 

“Now that I have you alone, I have to ask you a question.” Bethany says with a hushed tone. 

“Alright, let’s hear it.” Harry laughs. 

“When are you proposing?” 

“I-wha-” Harry stumbles over his words. 

“I can see it in the way that you look at her. Plus, we both know that she’s way too amazing for you to let her get away. Have you already bought the ring?”

“Umm” Harry hesitates, unsure if he wants to tell the girl. 

“C’mon, who am I gonna tell? I’m a dying girl. Your secret will die with me. It won’t take long either.” She laughs, “Sorry, I know cancer jokes are in poor taste, but I think they’re funny.” 

“I bought the ring two months ago.” Harry answers her earlier question. 

“Oh my god, that’s lovely. Truly, I am happy for you two to have found each other. True love is something everyone should expierience.” 

Y/n comes back from the restroom and they talk for a while longer, take a few pictures, before they have to leave as visiting hours end. The drive home is quiet, both of them a little too emotionally drained to talk about it. 

They get takeaway for supper followed by a shared shower. 

“I just don’t understand how a girl as kind as that can be doomed to the fate she is.” Y/n sighs, working her leave in conditioner in to her hair. 

“I don’t know either.” Harry agrees, “I doesn’t sit right.” 

They fall asleep early that night, holding onto each other closely. They both go back to work and it’s a few days later when Y/n wakes up and reaches for her phone, struggling to pull herself out of Harry’s grip enough to sit up. He huffs in annoyance causing Y/n to snicker. 

Her heart fully stops in her chest once she reads the text in her notifications. 

“Harry.” She says, trying to get his attention, “Harry.”

The second time she says his name he picks up his head, taking note of her tone. 

“Bethany passed away last night.” Y/n clears her throat, tears quickly flooding her eyes, “Her mom said she went peacefully.” 

The room goes silent as they both try and cope with the new information. Following Bethany’s death, they both spend one full day in bed, not doing a single thing. Just holding each other, not wanting to let go.

“Do you think I’m crazy for being so sad over this? I just met her.” Y/n asks, staring into her boyfriends eyes for an honest answer. 

“I don’t think you’re crazy. I think that I love you even more, you are one of the most compassionate people I have ever seen.” Harry reaches out to push her hair back out of her face, “I think that Bethany couldn’t have picked a brighter ray of sunshine to visit her.” 

Y/n smiles at the thought and pulls herself out of bed. She looks at the clock and it’s nearly seven. They haven’t eaten so she tells Harry that she’ll make them something. He follows her down and sits at the counter. He’s surprised when she sets up her phone in its usual spot when she goes live. 

“Hello everyone, I know this doesn’t look like your typical cooking with Y/n, and it’s because it’s not. I had a friend pass away, and today we are going to be cooking her favorite meal.” 

Y/n starts grabbing the items she needs. Y/n had never cooked lasagna on her instagram, which is how she found out it was Bethany’s favorite. Y/n talks while she works, and Harry just watches her. He can see that this is how she’s working through this. Bethany found solace in Y/n’s instagram lives, and now she’s doing this for Bethany as well. Harry doesn’t comment at all, he just watches. 

“Bethany, was a lovely soul, who I am sad to see go. She knew me through Harry. She watched all of these videos, trying the recipes when she could. Unfortunately, last night she lost her battle with cancer.” 

“I don’t have words to explain why her or why now, because quite frankly I’m pissed about all of that. But what I do know is how to make lasagna.” 

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Worse Days - Aaron Hotchner

The faint dripping of water pulls me back to reality. The same sploosh happening over and over. Minute after minute. I pull my eyes open blinking, forcing them to focus. The swaying back and forth, left to right, doesn’t help ease the dizziness I feel.

“Looks like your girl is finally up.”

I look around, searching for the source of the voice.

“Wake up, sunshine!” He finally sits in front of me, taking my head in his hand. His fingers are coarse and strong. He forces me to look him in the eyes, his grip tight on my cheeks. He tilts my head to the tripod over his shoulder. The red light on the camera blinks back at me.

“Smile for the camera.”

This is not at all how today was supposed to go…

Twenty-Two Hours Ago.

“Alright, we’re looking at four women, murdered and found on the beach in Miami. All from different classes and backgrounds, but similar age groups” JJ hands us each our files.

“He takes them for three days, before brutally dismembering them. The morning of the fourth day, the woman is always found.”

“He takes risks. Each of these women were taken from high traffic areas.” I comment.

“There’s more.” Garcia suddenly takes over.

“He also sends a live feed to the family of the victim.” She reluctantly pulls it up on the TV, a live feed of the women pleading for their lives. Saying their goodbyes.

“He’s definitely a sexual sadist. He finds pleasure in knowing that families are watching their loved ones last moments.” I clear my throat, pulling my eyes away from the screen.

“That’s what he gets off on.” Derek agrees. “He likes knowing that there’s people in distress on the other end of the camera.”

“Wheels up in thirty.” Hotchner simply says before excusing us all.

As soon as we land we start the process to find the unsub. It begins with all of us splitting up and going to the scenes where the bodies were found. All of them were ditched on the beach, early morning before anyone was out.

We get nothing from the populated beaches other than sand in our shoes.

We sit down and look at the profile and determine the man is bold and try to analyze the footage we have from the previous victims. Penelope is trying to find any identifying marks from the videos to see where they come from. Based on the way he treats the bodies, we’ve determined he’s likely a white male in his early thirties. 

“It looks like they’re on a boat.” I say, we’ve been watching the videos on an endless loop. Trying to catch any new details. 

“The camera is steady.” Morgan argues, looking at the TV now too.

“But look at her hair, it’s moving when she’s not. It’s like the rocking of a boat.”

“It’s possible considering he’s ditching them on the beach.” Reid comments. 

“That’s why no one sees him dragging a body all across the beach. He already had them on a boat.” Ross puzzles together. 

“The most recent body was found this morning, that means he’s going to take his next victim tonight.” Morgan says.

“We should visit where each of the women were taken. Try and get an understanding of how he was able to do so in such populated areas.” Hoctchner announces, “Prentiss and Morgan, go to the grocery store where Hannah Lane was taken, Y/n and Spencer, go to the parking garage where Amy Bryant was abducted and Rossi and I will go to the last two locations.”

We all nod and go off in our separate directions. Spencer and I get in the car and drive to the parking garage where Amy was taken. We drive around until we reach the second level and get out.

“Even for a parking garage, it’s bold. It’s packed with cars on this level. Anyone could show up at any time.” I look around.

“You’re right, they could.” A voice calls out behind me before everything goes dark.

Present time.

“Morgan, you owe me twenty bucks. I told you it was a boat.” I stretch out my neck that has a kink from hanging loosely while sitting up in the chair for so long. It feels heavy, like I’ve been in this position a long time.

The man in front of me rolls his eyes, huffing loudly.

“You picked the wrong girl if you were counting on me melting like puddy in your hands. You forget that I know exactly what you want. You want the tears and the begging.”

“Trust me. You’ll get to that point.” He smirks. “They all do.”

He leaves the room, loudly pulling the door shut behind him as he goes.

“I promise, it’s not as bad as it looks.” I plead with the camera, knowing that my team is on the other side of it. I can only imagine what they’re all feeling. We’ve had close calls with team members, it’s not any easier to be in their position right now. You feel helpless. 

“Definitely on a boat, but I think we’re just at a marina or a pier. I can hear seagulls, we aren’t rocking that much.”

I lean forward as best as I can while still being tied to a chair. There’s a small window along the ceiling allowing me to see blue skies.

“It might be a ship. I’m above sea level, I can see the sky.” I try to give the team as much information as I can possibly gather. Anything could help.

“Sorry that’s about all I have right now to help.” I look around the bare room for any other details that could help, “I think I have a concussion, and maybe a cracked rib. I can’t take a deep breath.”

Suddenly the man comes back in, just as quickly as he left, he takes the camera in his hands.

“That’s all of your Y/n time today. You should get to trying to find me, because I am going to have a lot of fun in the meantime.”

Back with the team at the Miami police department...

The feed cuts out leaving the team in silence and shock.

“There’s nothing we could’ve done. We couldn’t have known-”

“We could have waited.

Spencer looks down at the ice pack in his lap. As if the guilt wasn’t eating away at him enough before. He also received a concussion. Only he woke up on the ground, relatively nothing compared to the person he was sent out with.

“There was no way for us to know that the unsub was going to come back to visit the last scene of the crime.” Emily defends. She can see the pure anger in Aaron’s eyes. Completely unwavering, and only focused on getting Y/n back to the team.

“But that’s the thing. He wouldn’t, that’s not in his MO. He moves on to his next target. Once he kills these women he feels nothing, it’s all in the buildup, he feels nothing at the scene of the crime.” Rossi says, thinking out loud.

“Y/n helped JJ talk to the press. The unsub could have seen her then. It’s likely that he would follow the case, especially once it was announced that the FBI had joined the case.” Spencer rapidly explains.

“She’s the right age, she fits his type.” Rossi nods.

“So, he sees her as more of a challenge. He’s escalated. He knows that she is a higher risk person to take.” Emily comments. 

“Y/n, said she’s on a boat.” Morgan says, bringing up the clue that Y/n gave them before the feed cut out. 

“We’re in southern Florida, there’s thousands of boats within just a hundred miles of us.” JJ sighs, looking around to the group around her.

“Four thousand, seven hundred and fifty-two within 75 miles of here.” Spencer pipes up.

Hotchner cuts him a look. Still trying to find anyone to blame, but himself. He’s the one who sent her in to that parking garage. 

“Garcia, can you locate her based on the feed the unsub has sent us?” Aaron asks, looking at the plain black screen, hoping to see it come back on so he can see the girl behind the camera. 

“No sir, he’s using a different routing server, just like he did with all of his previous victims.”

“Y/n is not a victim.”

---

It takes some time while the team continues to try and work out locations and who the unsub could even be. He wasn’t afraid to show his face on camera, which makes things a little more difficult. He has no record, making Garcia’s life a little harder. 

The TV in the conference room lets out a crackle before the familiar room comes into their view. Everyone sets down what they had been working on and halts all conversation. It’s been several hours since we’ve seen anything from him. Y/n has been gone for eleven hours at this point.

“Welcome back to the show!” The unsub grins. 

He moves out of the way to finally put Y/n in the frame. She’s hunched over, she doesn’t look as good as she did before. It’s evident that things have changed off camera. 

“His name is Nick.” Y/n mutters, picking up her head as best as she can. “He’s five ten and approximately a hundred ninety pounds.” 

“Don’t you learn to shut up?” Nick pulls back on the hair at the back of her head. In doing so it reveals new bruises that have taken home on her. 

“Baby, we talked about this. No more sharing with them, or else you know what happens.” Nick brushes her hair out of her face now. 

“This is his dads boat.” Y/n looks at the man who has taken her with spite in her eyes. It seems in his hours spent with her, he hasn’t learned that Y/n doesn’t like to be told what to do. And that she’s tougher than she looks. 

He lands a sharp fist into the side of her head and takes a step back. He lets himself take a deep breath, trying to gain control. He doesn’t want to kill her yet, that would be over too soon. Now he can step closer again, he lets one hand wrap around her throat, halting any oxygen of reaching her lungs.

He waits for Y/n to start to struggle in her chair before he lets up. 

“You just don’t like to learn, that’s okay. I’ll fix you.” Nick takes her hand, which is still tied to the arms of the chair she’s sat in. He pulls her pointer finger with care, before sharply pushing it straight up, breaking it. 

“Garcia-” Y/n picks up her head struggling to fight against his hands, she’s coughing now still trying to gain her breath back, “You don’t need to see this. Please. Turn it off.”

“Of course, Y/n is the one being tortured and she’s worried about other people.” Morgan turns away, himself unable to watch this continue. Listening to Y/n’s screams and shouts are going to be enough to stick with him. Rossi forces himself to watch the girl he’s grown so close to since joining the team, brutally tortured in front of him. 

Everyone on this team has love for this girl. She’s managed to worm her way into everyone’s life in some way or another. Y/n always knows exactly what each person needs, and she meets it. She holds the team together when they’re all falling apart. If anything were to happen to her, it would destroy them all. 

Especially Aaron. As reluctant as he would be to admit it, this girl has wormed her way into his heart. Different to everyone else on the team, though. He saw her beauty and kindness. It was hard to him to imagine a woman ever entering his life like Haley did, but Y/n did it with such grace, and without even trying. Y/n helped him out with Jack when he needed it, and made them meals when Aaron just needed to catch a break. She didn’t even need a thank you, it was just part of her.

Without even trying, Y/n became his person and all he can think now is that he never got the chance to tell her, never even got the chance to thank her, and that he won’t let happen.  He wants to see Y/n’s face in person, not bruised and bloody through the screen on the wall. He needs to get out to save her.

“Garcia, does that help you narrow your search.” Hotchner asks their tech who is still on speaker. 

“We’ve got twenty-two Nicks with boats in the Miami area.” She explains. 

“What about Nicks who have wealthy fathers? Or boats that weren’t originally in their name.” Spencer asks. 

“That leaves me with one. Nick Hoffman.” Garcia cheers, “Sunset Harbour on 1928 Sunset Harbour Drive” 

The team takes off without a second thought, quickly trying to save their girl. They manage to get there in record time and find the boat with success. Y/n was right, it’s more like a ship with its size. 

“Morgan, Rossi, work your way around the main levels and then below. Emily and I will lead the upper level.” 

The team takes off to clear the boat. It took a few empty rooms until Emily finally opens the door to where they are. Nick holds a knife to Y/n’s throat. He’s essentially using her as a shield, ducking behind her. 

“If you take one more step in here, I will slit her throat.” Nick shouts. 

“We don’t want that to happen.” Emily negotiates, Hotch finally stepping into the room. 

“Hey! I told you guys not to move!” He presses the blade down tight against Y/n’s neck while she lets out a shudder. 

“Let her go.” Hotch declares. 

“I want a deal.” Nick grovels. 

“Men like you don’t get deals.” Emily says, her eyes trained on him and all of his movements. 

“Not even for your precious Y/n’s life?” He grins, looking down at the girl below him now. 

“Go to hell.” She mutters as best she can., 

“Maybe killing you would be worth it.” He smirks, “Then we could go out together.” 

“I’ve got better plans.” Y/n throws her head back into Nick’s disorienting him enough that Hotch has a clear shot, and he takes it. Nick’s body falls and Emily kicks his knife out of reach.

“Get me out of this chair.” Y/n shakes, squirming to get out of the spot she’s been constrained to. “Get me out of here, please.” 

Hotch and Emily both holster their weapons and rush to help her. They quickly untie her and when her legs fail her, Hotch scoops her up. He quickly walks her down the stairs and doesn’t stop once he reaches the dock, he takes her all the way up to the ambulance. 

Without hesitation, Hotch gets in with her. There isn’t anything that could keep him from leaving her now. 

“Wow, that was a dramatic ending, huh?” Y/n grins. 

“You can’t seriously be cracking jokes about this now.” He sighs. 

“I mean come on, aren’t you going to even ask how I figured out his name was Nick? I figured it out when he ow-” 

Y/n cuts herself off when the paramedic starts feeling her ribs to see which are cracked and if any are broken.

“Y/n, we can talk about this later.” Aaron smiles. 

“Am I hallucinating? Is it the lack of oxygen, because you’re smiling.” Y/n comments, finally turning to look at her boss who has a smile that she knows he saves for Jack. 

“You’re back. That’s reason to smile.” 

They make it to the hospital to find out that Y/n has a concussion, one broken rib and three cracked ribs, and one broken finger. Not to mention the trauma to the trachea. 

“The gangs all here.” Y/n smiles, noticing Garcia has flown down to join the group. Everyone has been gathered in the room since everything settled down, “What are you doing here?” 

“Y/n, you were kidnapped.” Garcia states, still in shock, “You could’ve died.” 

Tears fill Penelope’s eyes and Y/n opens her arms from her hospital bed for a hug, which she easily accepts. 

“Ehh, I knew you guys would find me.” Y/n grins. “I’m fine Pen, I’m getting discharged in the morning and we can all go home.” 

“Yes, speaking of, we should all get some rest. Especially Y/n.”

Slowly, the rest of the team clears out, giving hugs on their way. 

“Not taking your own orders?” Y/n asks, noticing her boss making himself comfortable on the small couch in her hospital room. 

“I don’t think I could leave if I tried.” Aaron admits. 

“And why’s that?” Y/n asks, carefully turning to lay on her side to face him. 

“Because I love you.” He confesses, “I have for a while now, and it’s alright if you don’t feel the same, or if my position with this team makes you uncomfortable. I just don’t think I can go any longer without you at least knowing.”

“You love me?” Y/n asks, her voice cracking. Aaron finally has the courage to look over and she has tears in her eyes. 

“Yes.” He clears his throat, “The way you have become a part of my life, and Jack’s for that matter. You bring so much light with you everywhere you go, even after a day like you’ve had today. You manage to still be the brightest person I have ever met.”

“Please don’t make me get out of bed to kiss you, because I think I would crack another rib.” Y/n sighs. 

Hotch lets out a soft chuckle before getting up from his spot. 

“Only if you promise to go to bed after this, you need rest.” 

“Promise.” 

He leans down to connect their lips, it’s soft. Y/n can tell that he’s being gentle with her. She reaches up a hand to thread them through Aaron’s short hair, using it to her advantage to hold him there and pull him a little closer. They pull away eventually, Y/n stealing one more peck before fully letting go of him.

“Ok, maybe I’ve had worse days.” 

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AHHHHHH my first time writing for criminal minds! i hope you guys liked it! 🥺

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Spill It - Harry Styles

an// i literally love the spill your guts concept, but hopefully this is a new take on it! also, this is not going to be chronologically correct to real life, that’s the fun of fiction! also in a world without covid

“I will never understand how you continue to convince people to do this.” I sigh, taking in the table in front of me.

“Let’s take a look at what Y/n here is so fond of.” James teases before giving the table a good spin, showing off all of its contents, “To start we’ve got salmon smoothie, beef tongue, bird saliva, scorpion, fish head, hot sauce, bull penis, and finally, the water beetle. I think you’re both familiar with the rules of this game.”

“I’m sure.” Niall smiles, turning his head towards mine and I nod in agreement.

Niall and I go way back, having been friends for years. We met back in 2013 when I opened for One Direction’s tour. I quickly become close with all of them. One more so than the others. Harry. He and I just clicked, everyone knew it. It took months for us to start dating, afraid that we would ruin the good thing we had, but neither of us wanted to wait anymore. You can’t pass up a connection like that.

“Niall, I will ask you the first question.” James announces, “We’ll go with the salmon smoothie.”

“Oh god.” He mutters.

James lets out a loud laugh and covers his face in shock over the question. He turns it to me so I can catch a glimpse before he reads it out-loud and my jaw drops.

“You might as well drink now, not even hear the question.” I tease, leaning across the table.

“Niall, who is your least favorite member of One Direction?”

Niall’s head drops in defeat, even though he was sure going into this a question like this would be brought up. He just wishes it could’ve been on something a little easier to choke down.

“Drink up, babe.” I smile, a teasing smile crossing my face.

“Fuck.” He shakes his head.

“I can’t… “ He reaches for the glass and throws it back, it takes a few seconds for the sludge to finally shift and he can get a mouthful. A sour look takes over his face as soon as it reaches his taste buds. He quickly leans down to spit it in the bucket.

“That’s horrendous.” He coughs, “It was like a salmon yogurt.”

“Alright Niall, your turn to ask Y/n.”

I smile politely to my friend of many years who takes on a sinister look once he’s read the question.

“Please be nice.” I stick out my bottom lip.

“Right right.” He laughs, spinning the table as he takes in his options.

“Don’t forget I have a very good memory, especially of the years spent on a shared tour bus…” I chaff.

“Don’t remind me.” He settles on the hot sauce, thankfully one of the lesser evil options. I would take this over anything else on the table.

I did crash on their bus more than my own. It started because they were fun, barely older than me, but then when Harry and I started dating we became. Even sharing a bunk as uncomfortable as it was most nights. Those boys grew up with me, and I’m thankful to still be in good contact with all of them.

“You recently welcomed your third god-child into the world when Zayn Malik and Gigi Hadid welcomed their daughter to the world.”

“Yes, I did.” I smile at the cheering audience. I have managed to do the impossible in staying close with all of the boys since the hiatus. Well, all but one. Gigi and I met years ago, and I introduced the pair at an award show. The other boys had their reason for making me god mother, but it did give me this monopoly on all of the One Direction children. 

“You are actually the god-mother to all three of the One Direction children. Who’s your favorite?”

My jaw drops at the question. Who had the audacity to ask that? To think I could ever answer that about any of my little nieces and nephews. The audience cheers in shock over the question as well.

“You’re joking.” I scoff, “They’re children, I could never pick a favorite!”

“How about your least favorite then?” James teases.

“You lot are all horrendous!”

I grab the shot glass and down the hot sauce immediately. I love all of them way too much to ever pick. I’m sure it’s exactly what they expected with a question like that. It burns for a few seconds and I put the glass back and try to shake it off.

“Nice one!” Niall cheers.

“Now James-” I clear my throat, the hot sauce catching up with me, “Name one guest that you would never invite back to the show.” I bite back a smile and fan my face with the card.  

James looks up into the camera as if he actually wants to answer.

“C’mon, you can do it! Just for once.” I grin like a little kid in a candy store, I want him to answer. I want to know, and it would be nice to finally get him to reveal an answer like this.

“Are you trying to get this show canceled?” He turns to one of the producers off screen. He looks between them and the water beetle I’ve placed in front of him. He gives his head one last shake before throwing it down the hatch.

“Niall, it’s your last night on Earth, you can either spend it with your ex girlfriend Ellie Goulding or Selena Gomez?”

He goes back and forth, trying to be polite with his answer before eventually picking Ellie.

“Y/n, who is your favorite member of One Direction?” Niall asks, the smirk growing wider with every word he utters.

The crowd roars, knowing very well of my relationship from a few years ago. One that people still brought up regularly in both Harry and my life due to us remaining friendly. 

“What is up with you guys wanting to know my favorites?” I roll my eyes, “Give me something I can actually answer.”

“Fine! I’ll ask you one!” Niall grins, an evil and family glint in his eyes appearing, “What songs have you written about Harry?”

A red hue takes over my face again, only this time it’s not from the hot sauce.

“Either that, or the bird saliva.” He grins, showing off a wide smile. If only we weren’t on national television and I could smack it off.

“It smells like wet dog.” I sigh, I pick it up giving it a whiff before setting it back down on the table, “Could I name one song?”

Niall and James exchange a look before the nod accepting it. 

“I wrote the song Everything about him.” I smile. It shouldn’t exactly be a surprise to most people, there were clues. Both of our fans were smart enough to catch on and read between the lines. It was a song I released almost two years ago, the album following our breakup.

It was a powerful song, it quickly became one of the favorites of my fans. It’s also one of the few that I don’t perform. I can’t think of a time I’ve sung that song without crying, it wasn’t meant for the stage. It was meant to be played in your bedroom while you stare at your ceiling. People have always understood that. 

“It’s a lovely song.” Niall smiles knowingly.

“Thank you.” I smile, I move on and reach out to ask James his question.

“James, you have been blessed to have both Niall and I on for carpool karaoke.” I smile at Niall, “Which one did you enjoy more?”

I can’t fight off the laughter that takes over. As if it isn’t hard enough to answer questions like these, it’s only upped the ante by having us both here.

“You’re kidding.” He dabs away the sweat on his forehead.

“It’s okay, Niall won’t be that offended.” I reassure and stick out my tongue at Niall.

“You’re an arse.” Niall laughs with the roll of his eyes.

In the middle of Niall and I acting like children bickering, James tears off a bite of the cows tongue without another word.

“Oh god.” I turn away from the unpleasant sight.

“That’s rank.” Niall huffs.

Niall answers his next question from James again, successfully getting away without eating anything.

“Y/n, if the past four years you have gotten into acting. You have made quite a name for yourself on the big screen as well as on the stage.” Niall begins.

“I don’t like where this is going.” I laugh.

“Rank your co-stars from your past films best to worst; Dylan O’Brian, Logan Lerman, and John Boyega.” Niall smacks his knee with a laugh.

“I have been blessed to work with so many talented actors” I start, picking up the terrifying looking bug that has been placed in front of me.

“Mhm.” James agrees with an evil smile on his face.

“So talented, that I could never rank them.” I throw back the scorpion before I can second guess myself. I manage to chew enough of it for it to count before spitting it out as gracefully as I can.

That’s a wrap after that, enough time getting juicy content out of us quite literally either spilling or filling our guts. I give Niall a hug before going back to my dressing room. I couldn’t be more thankful to share the couch tonight with a long time friend.

I drive home, eager to go home and relax. The episode won’t air until later tonight which gives me a couple hours of peace from Twitter. I take a bath and make myself some dinner, before eventually climbing into bed and turning on the TV to watch the episode.

It’s good, fun to watch back. Niall and I make a good pair, easy to read the friendship on camera. In time the episode ends and I turn off the TV and decide to go to bed. It’s been a long day full of press. Before I can actually drift off my phone lighting up and vibrating on my nightstand grabs my attention.

You are my everything too. xx

PART TWO??????

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Make Her Jealous - Harry Styles

this has been sitting in my drafts for ages! so here ya go:) 

“I will love you forever if you can do me one favor?” A voice whispers in my ear. The sound of the club gets a little more quiet as I focus in on the voice that's successfully captured my attention.

“Hmm, eternal love seems like a big promise.” I grin.

“It’s kind of a big favor.”

“So, I guess it depends on what it is.” I smile, turning away from the bar. Harry Styles smiling down at me. I had noticed that he was here tonight. Hard not to. Lots of celebrities are spotted coming to this club, it’s a favorite of all of ours in LA.

“My ex girlfriend and the man she left me for just walked through those doors. Normally I wouldn’t care about that sort of thing, it’s just I basically wrote an album about her and how she destroyed me completely. So, will you pretend to be my girlfriend for the night?”

Harry rambles out his explanation, and I feel pity for the situation. Facing an ex after a breakup is never easy, but alone and after you’ve publicly dated someone it’s ten times worse. I know how he’s feeling, it’s complete shit.

“You’re serious?” I question, my brows raising.

“Completely.”

Harry and I have had a few near misses in meeting. Once or twice, as big as Hollywood is, the industry is small. I’ve never had the pleasure before tonight though.

“Harry Styles is asking me to make his girlfriend jealous? You didn’t come here with anyone?” I look over to where his group hovers, watching us both.

“She knows my friends well enough to know that I’m not with any of them. I just don’t want to have to see her for the first time after a couple embarrassing phone calls alone in a club.”

“Alright, you’ve guilted me into it.” I smile.

“You don’t have to!” He suddenly tries to defend, “It’s just been hard, I’ve seen her only a few times since we split, and she’s always all over her boyfriend in the most obvious way. At least if I had someone with me, it feels a little less like gloating.”

“Don’t worry, I get it. I’m on your side. I will let you be the gloaty one for once.” I smirk.

“You have no idea how good this is going to feel.”

“Alright, let’s go then.”

He leads me back to his group and we make a few introductions, they knew what he was doing and were glad to find me going along with it.

“This is really nice of you.” Sarah leans in with a hushed tone, “She’s been a right bitch to him, he deserves even the smallest of wins.”

“She’s been that bad?” I question, Harry’s arm is resting low on my waist at the table we’re sitting at, but I’m angled closer to Sarah while we talk.

“Oh yeah, as if it wasn’t bad enough that she ended it to be with him, she drags him through the mud again every couple of months claiming to miss him, only it never lasts more than a day or two. He can never move on, she pulls him back in.”

“That’s awful.” I peek over to look at him while he’s busy talking to Jeff.

“Yeah, he knows she’s bad news, but just needs to stay out of her traps. She always manages to dig her claws in once she gets him alone.”

“Well, it seems like that won’t be happening tonight.” I laugh nodding down to Harry’s grip on me.

We continue talking, I get to know the group better. I almost forget the whole reason I’ve been brought into this. I haven’t even seen her the whole night, not that I’m upset, it’s been amazing getting to know everyone.

“Devil spawn, three o clock.” Mitch announces, a few chuckles leave everyone at the table and I look up to see the woman he’s referring to. It looks like she’s bold enough to come over to the whole group.

“Hey, you guys.” She greets. There’s a chorus of half assed responses, but it seems she only cares for Harry’s anyway.

“Hey.” He smiles tight lipped.

“This is Y/n my girlfriend, I think you remember everyone else.” Harry gestures to everyone else at the table and she nods.

“Hi uh-” I reach out my hand towards hers while waiting for a name.

“Um, Camille.” She smiles, shaking my hand, seemingly surprised that I asked her name. I can see Jeff who is fortunately facing away bite back a laugh.

“Nice to meet you.” I grin, I give her the friendliest smile I can muster, she doesn’t even try to hide her grimace.  

“We’ve actually met before.” She clears her throat. “We worked together on a shoot a couple years ago.”

Harry’s grip tightens around my waist, obviously not expecting that. I faintly remember her from that shoot, and not for good reasons. It was still fairly early in both of our careers, but she already had the ego of someone with ten times the experience.

“That’s right! Well in that case, it’s nice to see you again.”

She fakes the smallest smile and nods.

“Sorry, we haven’t exactly gotten to the whole ex’s chat. We’re still in the phase where we just about want to rail each other on every horizontal surface we can find.”

Harry audibly chokes and tries to cover it with a cough of some sort. He turns towards me to hide the smile, still coughing.

“Right.” Camille says, trailing off at the end. “Harry, can I actually pull you for a quick chat?”

The table gets fully quiet now. It makes me think of Sarah’s comment from earlier about her seeking him out to dig her claws in. Surely, this is her repeating her actions, now everyone is just waiting to see if Harry will fall for it once again. Harry drops his gaze from her to me and I raise my brow in a quirk. Isn’t this kind of what he wanted? He grins at me before picking his head up again to face her.

“Actually, I think I’m doing just fine here for now.” He smiles, “Maybe some other time.”

She seems obviously shocked by the rejection, but covers it quickly.

“Next time.”

She waves a quick goodbye to everyone before leaving our little corner of the club. As soon as she’s out of earshot, it’s like everyone lets out a sigh of relief and a couple chuckles.

“Holy shit.” Jeff looks over all of us.

“I like this one.” Sarah pulls me in for a hug and I laugh.

“Too much?” I ask, looking for Harry’s reaction.

“Not at all.” He smiles.

“This has been a long time coming for her.” Mitch raises his glass in cheers.

We all share more drinks, and a couple dances. Camille stays for a while too, her eyes falling on the group often enough for us to all notice.

“Do you want to get out of here?” Harry whispers in my ear.

I simply nod and we get up to excuse ourselves. I say my goodbyes to the group, and make a promise to Sarah that we will meet up again for drinks again.

Camille sees us walking out hand in hand and seems to attempt one more hail mary.

“You’re leaving?” She questions.

“Yeah.” He looks over to me, our hands linked, “We’re going home.”

“We never got a chat.” She smiles.

“No, I told you next time.” He starts to walk away, “Have a good night Camille.”

Instead of bringing me home, like he had told Camille, we go to a small 24 hour diner not far from the club that Harry knew about. We look a little out of place considering our outfits, but no one questions it. There’s only one other customer seated at the counter. Harry and I take a booth close to the corner.

“So, this is where Harry Styles goes after clubbing?” I ask with a grin. He lets out a laugh before the waitress comes over to take our orders. Harry gets a black coffee to start.

“Trust me, some night it’s needed. These pancakes are great for soaking up any remaining alcohol.” He smiles.

“Sounds like a good idea.” I smile back.

We both order a stack of pancakes and talk while we wait.

“You could’ve told me that you know Camille.” He smirks, taking a sip from his mug.

“Well, where’s the fun in that?” I smirk back, “No, but in all honesty it wasn’t a great experience. It was a few years ago too, I didn’t know that she was the ex you were dodging.”

“Was she rude?”

“Not to me specifically, but those around her. I think it says a lot about a person in how they treat the people around them on set. Sorry.” I apologize, remembering that I am talking about a person he once considered himself to love.

“No, I agree completely. I’ve seen her act like that, and I’m ashamed to say I used to make excuses for it.” He shakes his head in disbelief of himself. 

“Love will make you do crazy things.” I smile softly. 

“True, although I don’t love her anymore. The rose colored glasses are all gone, it’s just harder some days than others.”

“Yeah, I know what you mean. Or you just associate the happiness of having someone rather than them specifically. Definitely been there before.” 

We continue talking until our pancakes are gone and the coffee gets cold. We both order separate vehicles and continue the conversation while we wait. My car manages to pull up before his and we both walk over. 

“Well, that was a fun night, Styles.” I grin. 

“Yeah, better than I could’ve ever expected.” 

“Goodnight, Harry.” I open the door to get in. 

“Wait.” I turn to look at him, “Can I kiss you?”

“Harry, I think you’re still healing from your last relationship, tonight just proves that. You’re not ready for this, which is perfectly alright.”

He nods and takes a step back to give me space. 

“Call me in a couple months and I will happily say yes to that question.” I smirk, I press a kiss to his cheek before finally sliding into the car and pulling the door shut behind me.

~

“Can you believe it was over three years ago?”

“I told you that I’d love you forever.” Harry grins, he takes my hand from across the table, the diamond ring on my left hand captivating his attention.

“We should thank Camille for bringing us together.” I smirk.

“Oh, I’m sure she would love that.” He rolls his eyes.

“Honestly though, maybe I should send her flowers.”

“You’re just as evil now as you were then.” Harry laughs.

“If I remember correctly, that’s what made you ask me out for a real date.”

“That’s not why.” He shakes his head. “I saw you that night, and I was glad to see you again.”

“Again?” I question. 

“Do you remember a couple years ago there was that New Years party thrown by Columbia?” Harry asks, his focus now on his mug while his cheeks tint pink.

“Yeah, barely, I think I got really drunk.”

“You did.” He laughs, “We talked. Briefly, but you managed to make me smile on a rough night.” 

Surely I must be drooling at this point since my jaw is hanging slacked. I can’t believe I have been dating this man for years, engaged officially, and he never told me that we actually met once. Even if it was only ten seconds. I had no clue, but I’m glad it was enough to make him come up to me in the bar those years ago. 

“I can’t believe I’m engaged to you and didn’t even know that you had a little crush before that night!” I lean back in the booth shocked.

“Why do you think I asked you to help me out?”

“I don’t know, I have quite a nice ass.”

He simply shakes his head, “You do, but there was more to it than that. Mitch knew, he was the one that encouraged me to actually go up to you.”

“Well, it looks like Mitch is getting flowers too.”

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