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One Date: Lewis Tan

      You're nervous, really nervous. This was your first date since your big breakup, and it was a blind date set up by one of your friends. You had no idea what this guy looked like or even who he was as your friend wanted to go in one hundred percent blind. You glance over at the clock before smoothing down your dress for the millionth time and taking a deep breath. Taking one last glance in the mirror, you grab your keys and head to the restaurant, your heart going a mile a minute.

A Few Minutes Later...

You take another subtle glance around, hoping to spot your blind date before he spots you. You had shown up a few minutes early hoping that a drink at the bar would calm your nerves. When a voice draws your attention, you have just raised your glass to your lips.

"Wow, I knew you would clean up well, but I had no idea you would look absolutely breathtaking."

"I like to make a good first impression," you say, turning around.

"You're doing a lot more than that, Sweetheart."

You laugh, "what are you doing here, Lewis? My date could be here any minute and no offense, but if he sees me talking to you, he might believe that he doesn't have a shot."

He shakes his head, "oh, I don't think you'll have to worry about that."

You quirk an eyebrow up at him, "is that so?"

"Yep, the guy seems pretty confident in himself so I don't think it will be an issue."

"And how would you know?" you ask.

He shrugs, "I just know."

You glance down at your phone, "speaking of...where is this guy? He was supposed to be here like five minutes ago. I swear Lewis if you set me up with one of your little flakey Hollywood friends, I'll kill you."

"Relax, he's already here."

"What? Where?" you ask, looking around.

He laughs, "he's right here, Sweetheart."

He takes your hand in his and kisses the back of it before you pull your hand away. Anger floods your veins as you realize that Lewis is talking about himself and that he actually hadn't set you up on a date at all. The two of you had dated briefly a few years prior, but you had ended things. He wanted to remain friends and even though you were a little reluctant you agreed but only on the condition that he would let everything that happened in the past go. Something that he apparently didn't do.

"You've got to be kidding me," you say, grabbing your stuff and heading out the door.

"Where are you going?" he asks, following you.

"Home. I should have known that you weren't setting me up on a date. That you were going to try this bullshit again."

"I don't understand why you won't give us another chance. And how is this bullshit? We were good together and the only reason we ended things was because of you because you were afraid."

You whirl around to face him, "afraid? You think that I ended things because I was afraid? I ended things, Lewis because I didn't want to be in your precious Hollywood spotlight. I ended things because there were people all over the world commenting on what I was wearing and where I was buying my groceries and even where I took my freaking cat to the vet. I ended things because people everywhere were telling me that I was only going to hold you back. I ended things because I wasn't good enough for the amazingly talented Lewis Tan."

"I...I had no idea. Sweetheart, why didn't you tell me? I could have said something. I would have..."

"You would have what? Dropped everything? Stopped acting? Told your fans off? I didn't tell you because I didn't want you to have to choose and that's what you would have had to do. It would have been me and your dream and I wasn't going to let you make that decision because..."

"Because I would have picked you," he whispers.

You nod, "you worked so hard to get your big break that I couldn't let you lose it because of me so, I ended things. I made it easier for you to keep living your dreams because you didn't have anyone holding you back."

"Easier? Baby, nothing was easier once you left. My heart shattered when I let you walk out that door. Hell, I asked to stay friends just so I could keep you in my life. You're my everything, the reason that I do what I do. Being with you was the easiest thing I have ever had to do, but trying to get over you...baby, getting over you is the hardest thing I've ever had to do, and I can't do it," he says.

"Lewis..."

"One date. That's all I'm asking for, one date. If you still think that this isn't worth it, that we're not worth it then I'll never bring it up again."

"We'll go back to being just friends?" you ask.

"We'll go back to being whatever you want us to be," he says.

You think it over before nodding, "okay."

A/N: And that's part one. I had no intention of turning this into a two-parter but that's what it's going to be. Anyway, let me know if you guys want part 2!

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Content: Calum

A/N: Another request is done! Happy reading folks!

He nervously taps his fingers against the steering wheel while stealing glances over at you. What was wrong with you? Why were you being so quiet? Why were you sitting so far away? He doesn't remember doing anything to make you angry and he hasn't forgotten any important dates. So, why are you sitting in the passenger seat, facing away from him, and sitting quietly? What could he have possibly done? Usually, your fingers are intertwined with his, or your hand is on his thigh. Usually, you're singing along to your favorite song on the radio. However, today for some reason you haven't touched him, and you've been silent since you got in the car. He clears his throat causing you to finally look over at him before shooting him a small smile and returning your gaze to the window. Finally, he decides to speak up.

"Are we going to talk about what I did to piss you off or..."

"What do you mean?" you ask, turning to face him.

"What do you mean, what do I mean? You! You're being all silent and distant and stuff, so I must have done something to make you angry. Usually you're all happy with your singing alone to the radio and touching me. Today, you haven't spoken a word since we got in the car and you're sitting as far away from me as possible, so what's wrong?"

"I'm not angry and nothing's wrong. Should something be wrong?" you ask.

Calum shrugs, "I don't know but you're clearly angry about something because you only give me the silent treatment when you're mad."

You're silent causing him to glance over at you, his eyes meeting yours.

"Well..."

"Well, what?"

"Well, what's wrong?" he asks.

"Do I seem like something is wrong?" you ask.

"No, but..."

You shake your head, "Calum, I'm fine. Nothing is wrong. I'm just...content."

"You're never content," he says.

"Hey!"

"I'm not saying it's a bad thing. I'm just saying you always feel things in a big way. Like you're always super happy or super sad or super angry."

"Well...today I'm content," you say, turning back to face the window.

"Love..."

"Calum..."

"Just tell me what's wrong so I can fix it," he says.

"Calum, there is nothing wrong. I'm fine, okay?"

He glances over at you," okay."

While he said okay, he still wasn't convinced that you weren't mad at him for some reason. Which causes him to keep stealing glances at you while you fiddle with the radio.

"Calum, I can feel you staring."

"I'm sorry, I just..."

"Think something is wrong?" you finish for him.

"Well, yeah. You've been silent for almost this whole drive, and haven't touched me once. Normally, you're like holding my hand and singing at the top of your lungs."

"Have you ever thought that maybe I'm not in the mood?"

"You're not in the mood to touch me?"

"Yeah, I'm content with keeping my hands to myself."

"That's bull. You're always in the mood to touch me. Just like I'm always in the mood to touch you. We're a very touchy couple."

"We're a touchy couple?" you say.

"Yep."

You shake your head at him, "whatever you say, babe."

You return your gaze to the window again and it only takes a moment before Calum is once again clearing his throat.

"For the love of...if I touch you will you stop asking me if something is wrong?" you ask.

"Yes."

You roll your eyes before grabbing Calum's hand and intertwining your fingers with his.

"Happy?" you ask.

"Extremely. You?" he asks.

"I'm annoyed because my fiancé wouldn't leave me alone until I held his hand," you say.

"Wow, he sounds like a real pain in the ass," he says.

"He is," you say.

"Hey!"

"I'm kidding," you laugh.

He shoots you a wink before kissing the back of your hand, "I know and besides it takes one to know one."

"I take it back, I wasn't kidding. You are a real pain in the ass," you laugh.

"But I'm your pain in the ass," he says.

You laugh again before squeezing Calum's hand and starting to lightly hum along with the radio. Calum can't fight the smile that crosses his face as he settles in the for the rest of the drive.

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Still in Love with You: Tom Holland (Part 2)

A/N: And here is part 2! Sorry for the super long wait guys, but it's been a crazy few months. Anyway, I hope you enjoy!

Part One

He knows what he wants and it’s you. After trying to pretend he doesn’t spend every waking moment thinking of you for the past three months, he finds himself standing at your front door. He tells himself that he’ll take everything back if it means having you in his life again. He’ll go back to pretending that he’s not in love with you if that’s what you want. If that’s what it takes to have his best friend in his life again then he’ll do it. At least that’s what he’s telling himself before you open the door. The second he sees you he feels like he can breathe again. Like every day that has passed, he’s been underwater, and he can finally come up for air. The thought of pretending he’s not in love with you leaves his head the second your eyes lock with his. He’s done pretending. He’s done lying to himself and everyone around him by saying you’re just friends. He’s done denying his feelings for you. So, he does the only thing he can think to do…he kisses you. He kisses you like it’s the last kiss he’ll ever have. He kisses you like it’s your wedding day and they’ve just declared you husband and wife. He kisses you like his life depends on it. He kisses you like he will spend every day loving you whether or not you love him back. He knows that he’s taken you by surprise, he knows that it was the last thing that you were expecting when you opened the door, but he couldn’t help himself. When he finally pulls away from you, you’re frozen in shock. Your hand drifts up to your lips and your fingers lightly brush where his lips just were.

“I’m sorry, I know that was the last thing you were expecting but you opened the door and I…I…”

He’s cut off by your lips crashing onto his. Your fingers curl in his hair and he finds himself pulling you closer. He’s not sure how long the two of you stand there, but he knows he doesn’t want it to end. When the two of you do pull away from each other, it’s to catch your breath. He can’t help the smile that crosses his face when he takes in your appearance. Your lips are swollen from kissing him and your hair is a little in disarray from when he puts his hands in it.

He grabs your hand, pressing a kiss to your knuckles.

“Wait, what about her?” you ask as he pulls you back into his arms.

“What her?” he asks, his lips brushing over your cheek.

“You costar, Holland. Aren’t the two of you like super in love or something?” you ask.

“What? Why would I be kissing you if I was in love with her? Is that what this whole thing has been about? You think I’m in love with my costar?” he asks, pulling back to look at your face.

You bite your lip before looking down at the ground and taking a deep breath, “maybe. I mean the world thinks that the two of you belong together and you guys are always tweeting flirty stuff at each other and you’re like super close and…”

He puts a finger under your chin, forcing you to look him in the eye, “and she’s just a friend. That’s all she’s ever been, honestly, she’s more like a sister.”

“So, the two of you have never…”

“Only for the movie.”

“But…”

“Y/n, it’s you. It has always only been you. I meant every word I said all those months ago. You’re the love of my life and I can’t picture myself with anybody else. I love you.”

He kisses your lips and you smile, “I love you too.”

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Still in Love with You: Tom Holland

He isn't sure why things had changed and when they had but he could feel it. Ever since the movie premier you had been different. You were distancing yourself from him, not answering his calls, ignoring his texts, and just recently you had canceled your dinner plans with him saying you were sick only for him to see you out with some friends later that same night. He's not sure what he did wrong, and he doesn't understand why you won't just tell him. The two of you are best friends, you tell each other everything, or at least he thought you did. Normally, you're very open about when he pisses you off. It's the one thing he's always loved about you, how honest you are about your feelings. You're usually unafraid to express how you feel which is why he's so confused and hurt now. You're his best friend, the love of his life (even though you don't know it yet). Not having you in his life is killing him. After about two weeks of you avoiding him, he finally decides to confront you. He knocks on your door and watches as the smile that was previously on your face, fades.

"Expecting someone else?" he asks.

"N...no, I'm just surprised to see you is all."

"Why? Because you've been avoiding me, and you thought I would just go with it?"

He watches you flinch before he sighs and runs his hand through his hair.

"I just want to know why? Why are you avoiding me? What did I do? We're best friends. We tell each other everything. We're always honest with each other so why are you pretending that I don't exist?"

"Tom, I can't do this right now. I'm sorry."

You go to close the door, but he stops you.

"No, I deserve to know what I did wrong. What made you decide to cut me out of your life? How...how can you do it so easily like...like I mean nothing to you?"

"Please, Tom. I'm sorry but there's nothing for you here anymore."

"Y/n..."

You close the door on him, and he can hear you hit the lock. He can also hear you break down on the other side of the door, so he knocks again.

"Please. Please, let me in. Whatever I did, I'm sorry. I can't...I can't lose you, Y/n. You're my best friend, my everything. Everything I've done, I've done to make you proud of me. I...I love you, Y/n and I don't just mean as a friend. I mean I am head over heels in love with you and if I'm being honest, I have been in love with you since the day we met. So, please..."

He's silent, hopeful that you heard him and will let him in. Hopeful that he'll get his best friend back but the light clicking off dashes that hope and he has no choice but to turn and go home.

Little does he know though that you heard every word, and you felt the same. You heard his confession, you heard him say that you were his everything. You heard him but you didn't go to him. Couldn't go to him because every time you look at him, all you see is her. His costar, the girl he shared all his romantic scenes with. The girl that everyone says he has so much chemistry with, it shocks them that they aren't dating. You've seen the rumors about the two of them and how close they got on set. You've read the flirty tweets they send back and forth to each other. You tell yourself that she's the better fit for him, that she's everything you're not, and then some. You tell yourself that he would be happier having her on his arm instead of you. You tell yourself that he would be happier with her. you know you're being ridiculous especially after hearing his love confession, but your insecurities tell you that it's for the best. That ignoring his feelings and yours is what's best for the both of you...

A/N: I can't remember who requested this particular imagine but here's part one. Let me know if you guys think there should be a part two!

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Chocolate Chip Pancakes

A/N: Inspiration hit pretty hard today, so here is a lovely little imagine for you guys! Happy reading!

“I can’t fucking believe you,” you say, throwing your purse down on the counter.

“Love, I honestly think you’re overreacting,” he says.

“I’m overreacting? Your ex walks up to us and makes out with you in front of everyone, in front of me. And I’m overreacting?”

“She didn’t make out with me; it was a peck, and I didn’t even kiss her back.”

“Oh really? Cause from where I was standing, you did a whole lot more than kiss her back or was I just imagining your hand on her ass.”

“I was caught off guard! I had a little too much to drink, you know I get handsy when I’m buzzed.”

“With me. You get handsy with me. Not some bitch you used to screw and why was she even there? Who invited her?”

He’s silent for a minute before clearing his throat, “well…um…I did, or I had my agent invite her.”

You turn around to face him, “excuse me?”

“I invited her. One of her dreams, when we were together, was to go to an award show afterparty, so…”

“So, what? You thought, let me make my ex’s dream come true?” you ask.

“I didn’t know that she was actually going to show up. Last I had heard, she was out of town and couldn’t make it.”

“Last you heard? You were keeping track of whether or not she was going to be there?”

“N…I wasn’t…”

“No, no, no. Let me get this straight. You invite your ex to the same party that you and I are going to be attending because it’s her dream. Then, you spend the night buying the bitch and her friends some drinks, practically ignoring me. Then, in front of God and everybody, you make out with her and somehow, I’m overreacting. Yeah, okay. You know what? Fuck her and fuck you, how about that?”

You turn to walk away, dying to get out the dress that had been suffocating you for the past half hour.

“For fuck’s sake, why do you have to be so damn insecure and jealous?”

You freeze, your face heating up in anger.

“Insecure? This has nothing to do with my insecurities, asshole. This has to do with the fact that you invited your ex to a party and spent the whole night making goo-goo eyes at her and palming her ass. And jealous? Do you honestly believe that I was jealous of that bottled blonde, fake tit having bimbo? I am more real than she will ever be, and I looked like a fucking goddess tonight. I don’t need you or anyone else trying to make me feel any type of way about myself. So, you can take all of that…”

You wave your hand around, “and shove it up your ass.”

“Love…”

He tries to take a step towards you, but you put up your hand and take a step away from him.

“No. Why don’t you go see what your ex is doing since you’re so concerned about her?”

“Babe, this is insane. We’re fighting over nothing,” he says.

You stop in the doorway of the kitchen, “no, we’re fighting over the fact that you can’t see anything wrong with tonight and how things went down with your ex, and if you can’t see that then why are we wasting our time?”

You walk out of the kitchen, and he follows you.

“What do you mean?”

“Nothing,” you say, heading upstairs.

“It’s not nothing. What did you mean?”

“I didn’t mean anything.”

“You said if I can’t see anything wrong with tonight then why are we wasting our time. Do you think we’re wasting our time?” he asks.

“N…”

“Do you think we’re wasting our time?”

“I don’t know, okay! All I know is that I’m exhausted, and I want to get out of this dress before I collapse from lack of oxygen.”

“You don’t know if you think we’re wasting our time?” he asks, running his hand through his hair.

“That’s what I said, isn’t it?”

“Right, go the smartass route with answer because that’s worked so well before.”

You sigh, “jes…what do you want me to say? That I think we’re wasting our time? That seeing you with your ex makes me think that you possibly still have feelings for her? That watching the two of you together tonight made me question every ounce of love you told me you had for me? Is that what you want to hear? Is that what you want to say? Because I’ll say it, I’ll scream it from the rooftops…I’ll…”

Your words dissolve into heart-wrenching sobs as you all but collapse onto the floor. The only thing holding you up is his arms around you as he presses to his chest. His lips brush your hairline as he gently rocks you.

“Shh, it’s okay. I’ve got you.”

The Next Morning

You wake up with a pounding headache and a million regrets. Rolling over, you find his side of the bed empty. It’s a stark reminder of the events of last night and you feel a small ache in your chest thinking about it. The smell of coffee fills your nose, and you slip out of bed before heading downstairs to the kitchen. You pause at the door, unsure of what you’re about to walk into. Gathering every ounce of courage, you can summon; you push the kitchen door open. He’s standing with his back to you looking out over your backyard. His hair looks like it’s been the victim of a few too many hand run-throughs and his shoulders are tense.

“You didn’t come to bed last night?” you ask, your voice quiet.

He shrugs, “didn’t think it was a good idea after everything.”

You nod standing in the silence before he looks over at you.

“I love you,” he says.

“I love you too.”

He shakes his head making his way over to you and grabbing your hand. He presses it over his heart.

“No, I love you. More than I’ve ever loved anyone, more than I’ll ever love anyone. You’re my everything. Every hope, every dream, every thought I have begins and ends with you. The fact that I made you question that even for one moment kills me. I never should have invited my ex. It was a stupid thing to do and I��m sorry I did it. What’s even more stupid is I let you walk around last night without telling you how breathtaking you looked. I was so focused on someone from my past that I almost lost my future. I love you and you deserve to hear it every second of every day. You will never have to question whether I love you ever again. You will never have to worry about anyone else because there will never be anyone else. It’s you. The only thing I’ve ever wanted is you and I will spend the rest of my life making sure you believe that.”

You smile before gently pressing a kiss to his lips.

“The rest of your life, huh? You sure about that? Because that is a lot of smartass answers.”

He laughs, before pressing a kiss to your hand, “I’m pretty sure the giant rock on your hand means, I’m sure.”

You nod, “okay. Okay. Just checking. I mean forever is a hell of a long time.”

“I know but I wouldn’t have it any other way. Now, what do you say we go grab some breakfast? I was thinking about that diner that you love so much; you know the one with the chocolate chip pancakes.”

You press another kiss to his lips, “I say…what the hell are we standing around here for?”

He laughs as you grab his hand and lead him out to the car, ready for a morning full of chocolate chip pancakes and love.

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Pregnant & Alone: Niall (Part 2)

Part 1

You sit on the floor for hours contemplating your next move. Do you try to call him and convince him to come home and talk? Do you give him time and wait for him to come home on his own? Do you just pack up your stuff and leave without saying anything? Your head and your heart are telling two different things. A part of you hopes that Niall just needs time to process your pregnancy and is going to walk back in the door at any moment. Another part of you says that Niall isn't coming back, that he made his decision to walk away from you and your baby. Once that reality sets in, you make the decision to leave. If Niall decided to walk away, you weren't going to stick around and try to convince him to stay. You grab a couple of suitcases and set about packing essentially your whole life into the bags before setting your engagement ring on the kitchen table and walking out.

Three Days Later...

Niall calls you nonstop for three days. He leaves voicemails filled with apologies and texts filled with I love yous and please come backs. He wanted a chance to explain, a chance to make things right and reassure you that he was in it for the long haul. A part of you wants to believe him, you want to believe that he is saying what he means. Another part of you though can't help but wonder if he will run out again once things become a little more real. Right now, you aren't showing but what happens once you do start to show? And what about once the baby is finally here? Is he going to run out again? You don't think you can handle being run out on twice. After a couple more days and against your better judgment, you call Niall back. You want to get the rest of your stuff, making it abundantly clear to Niall that whatever relationship you had was basically over and that the only thing connecting the two of you was the fact that you were having his baby. He tried to convince you to meet him for lunch, to hear him out but you weren't ready for that yet. All you wanted to do was grab your things and move on or at least try to which is why you're standing in front of what used to be your dream home with an empty box and a broken heart. Walking inside the first thing you notice are the empty takeout containers scattered around everywhere. The containers mean that Niall isn't eating properly, something that you two used to get into small arguments about as you thought that he should eat better if he was going to put long hours in at the studio. Sighing, you grab a trash bag and go about cleaning the place up a little bit. It may not be your job anymore, but you can't stand the thought of your dream home turning into a disaster zone full of Chinese takeout. Once that's finished, you head upstairs to grab the rest of your stuff. You hadn't left much, just some clothes and other random odds and ends that were important to you. Halfway down the hallway, something catches the corner of your eye. Niall's office door usually stayed closed when he wasn't in it. However, this time the door was wide open. Figuring that Niall just forgot to close it, you go to close the door and freeze. The office isn't an office anymore...it's a nursery or the beginnings of one. Niall had started to turn the room into a music-themed nursery. There were old records and album covers all over the wall and ceiling. There was also one of Niall's old guitars on the wall along with some of your favorite song lyrics. You can't help the tears that spring to your eyes as you take it all in. Niall really was in it for the long haul. You're so absorbed in everything that you don't hear Niall enter the room.

"I know it may not be what you had in mind. I just thought that since we both love music so much, it would be perfect for our little one," he says.

"Niall, I..."

He cups your face, "I'm an idiot for running out on you. I just...I got scared. A baby is a big deal and the thought of being a father terrifies me. But the thought of losing both of you terrifies me more than anything else. I couldn't live with myself knowing that I let the two of you get away because of my own stupid fears. I love you and when I proposed to you, I promised that I would be there no matter what comes our way. This is included in that promise, and I swear to you that I'm not going anywhere. I'm in this all the way, love. I want to grow old with you and watch our little one grow up...if that's still what you want."

You squeeze his hand, "Niall, your fears aren't stupid. I know you're scared; I'm scared too. This is probably the scariest thing that I'm ever going to do, but I'm going to do it. Yeah, it's a bit sooner than we originally planned and yes, we know absolutely nothing about being parents, but we'll learn. We have your parents, my parents, and all our other family members to help us figure it out. I want to grow old with you and raise a family but if you're not sure..."

Niall cuts you off with a kiss, "I'm sure, love. I'm absolutely sure. There is nothing I want more. I'll do whatever it takes to convince you of that. I know it might take a while for you to trust me again and that's okay because I'm going to earn your trust back. I'm going to earn the honor of asking you to marry me again."

"Niall..."

"I ran out on you, our baby, and our future. I'm not running anymore and while I would love for everything to go back to the way it was, I know that can't happen...not yet. I'm not going to pretend I didn't hurt you. I won't slip that ring back on your finger until you think I've earned the right. I won't..."

This time you cut Niall off with a kiss, "just put the ring back on my finger so we can move on with the rest of our lives. We have a nursery to finish and a wedding to plan."

Niall smiles before taking your engagement ring out of his pocket and slipping it back on your finger. He kisses your hand and brings it to cover his heart.

"I love you."

"We love you too," you say as Niall places his free hand over your stomach and the two of you turn back to the nursery.

A/N: And that's part 2! Sorry about the long wait folks! Also here's the nursery!

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Pregnant & Alone: Niall (Part 1)

You stare up at the ceiling while lying on the bed, your thoughts going a million miles a minute. How could this have happened? Well, you know how it could have happened, but you just assumed that you and Niall were more careful than this. You were always careful even in moments where being careful was the furthest thing from Niall's mind. But one moment, one fleeting moment of carelessness, and now you are staring up at the stick in your hand wondering what the hell you're going to do now. Of course, you and Niall talked about having kids...but that was somewhere in the distant future, not two and a half years in your relationship. You were terrified of what Niall was going to say. Especially if he says he isn't ready to have a baby yet. He's at the peak of his solo career; he can't just step away to take care of a baby. It would be career suicide to walk away now. You hear the sound of the front door open and close, and your heart jumps out of your chest when you hear Niall's voice.

"Love, you home?"

You quickly sit up, clutching the pregnancy test in your hand.

"Yeah, I'm in the bedroom."

"What do you think about trying that new cafe that just opened downtown for lunch? I've heard great things about it."

"Yeah, that sounds good," you whisper.

Niall had gone into the closet to change shirts but once he hears your half-hearted answer.

"Love?"

He squats down in front of you.

"Love, what's going on? What's wrong?" he asks.

You're silent before taking a deep breath. Suddenly, anxiety rears its ugly head, and the tears start to fall. Niall immediately wipes your tears and cups your face.

"Love, what's wrong? I can't make it better if you don't tell me what's going on."

"Do you love me?" you ask.

He looks at you in confusion, "Of course. More than anything, you know that."

"Will you always love me?" you ask.

Niall lifts your hand up and kisses the ring on your finger.

"I believe that's what this means, love."

You nod your head and Niall brushes his thumb across your cheek.

"What's going on, love? Why all the questions?" he asks.

You slowly open your hand to reveal the pregnancy test in your hand. Niall looks down at it a moment before looking back at you.

"Are you pregnant?" he asks.

You nod your head and Niall rocks back on his heels.

"We're going to have a baby?"

"Yep."

Niall quickly stands up and runs his hand through his hair.

"Water...I need water," he says.

You quickly get up from your spot on the bed and head to the bathroom to get Niall a glass of water. When you return though Niall is nowhere to be found. The only thing is a note on the bed that reads the words...

I'm sorry.

You sink to the floor, your free hand clutching at your chest as you feel your heart break. He was gone...

A/N: Here's part one! Let me know if you guys think there should be a part two!

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Hi! If your request are open, can you do one where the girl they are interested is a very famous kpop idol? If you don't want to it's ok! Hope your fine 💕

Sure thing, love! Anybody in particular you want to be interested?

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Your Ex is Still in Love with You: Tom Holland (Part 5)

A/N: And here is the last part! Happy reading!

*Part 1* *Part 2* *Part 3* *Part 4*

He sits in disbelief, his heart shattered into a billion pieces. It wasn't possible. You had to be lying or playing some cruel practical joke on him. You wouldn't do this to him, you wouldn't cheat on him. You swore to him that it was something you would never do. Yet here you were, ripping his heart out and telling him that you had done it. That you had made a mistake and that you had slept with your ex last night. He sits in silence for another minute before he finally finds his voice.

"I love you."

"Tom..."

"You're breaking my heart, but I love you. How fucked up is that? You just told me that you slept with your ex. The guy you told me I didn't have to worry about because he meant nothing to you and I...I love you."

"I didn't mean anything, I swear. I was angry at you and confused and I had a bit to drink and..."

"And you fucked someone else."

You take a deep breath, "and I fucked someone else."

Tom shakes his head and scoffs, "I can't believe it. I just heard you say it and I still can't believe it. After you left last night, I had to convince myself that I was wrong about you. That you were faithful to me and always would be and now...to hear that I was right all along..."

"I'm sorry."

"That means nothing to me right now, Y/n."

"I know it doesn't, but I still think you should know."

He shakes his head, "I don't even know where to go from here. Do I kick you out? Do I let you stay, and I leave? Do I break up with you? Do I try to forgive you and move on? Where do we go from here, Y/n? Because right now all I know is that my heart is shattered into a billion pieces and you're the reason why."

You kneel in front of Tom and grabs his hands, "I don't know. All I know is that I love you and I'm sorry and whatever..."

You take a deep breath as the tears start to fall once again, "whatever decision you make, I'll understand. Even if it's to break up with me, I'll understand. I'll love you for the rest of my life and I'll regret hurting you for as long as I live, but I'll understand."

Tom leans forward so that his forehead is touching yours, "I don't want to break up. I don't want to lose you, Y/n. But...but I don't know how to move on. I don't know how we are going to be able to move past this. I love you so much that it hurts. You're my soulmate, but..."

"But you can't forgive me," you say.

You let go of Tom's hands and stand up as he shakes his head.

"Not yet. I need time and maybe one day I'll be ready to let it go but right now..."

You nod, "I get it. It hurts but I understand. Um...I'm just going to grab some of my stuff and then I'll be out of your hair."

You leave tom sitting on the couch as you head upstairs to pack a bag. After gathering most of your stuff, you head to the front door. You didn't want to say goodbye to Tom, it would hurt too much. So, you figured that just walking out would be easier that is until he grabs your hand and pulls you towards him, his lips softly meeting yours.

"I love you, Y/n."

"I love you too."

"I can't promise you that I'm going to find a way back to you. That we're going to work this out, but I'm going to try. I swear to you that I'm going to try."

"I know I will and I'm sorry for..."

"I know. You don't have to say it. I know."

You pull open the front door and step out onto the front steps.

"See you around," you say.

He nods, "see you around."

A Year Later...

That was the last time you saw Tom until about a year later when you bumped into him at another movie premiere, this time it was your movie premiere. You had taken a supporting role in a small indie film and Tom apparently had asked the director for an invite because he wanted to see you, something you weren't expecting. Especially when he found you at the bar after the movie.

"Great movie."

"Thanks."

"You were amazing. Oscar-worthy."

You let out a small laugh, "I don't know about that."

"I do."

"And you, what? Have a sixth sense for these things?"

"Well, I do have my spidey senses. They don't only detect danger, they also detect award-winning performances, you know," he says.

You laugh and he smiles at you before shaking his head.

"God, I didn't realize how much I missed that laugh until now."

You blush before looking down at your feet.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. I just..."

"No, you didn't. I just...I didn't expect to hear you say that."

"Why not? Your laugh was always one of my favorite things, did you think that would change?" he asks.

"Yes, no. I don't know. We aren't together anymore, so I figured you would know stop caring and stuff," you say.

"Y/n, I was heartbroken and angry but I never stopped loving you."

He runs a hand through his hair, "I don't even think I know how to stop loving you."

"Do you want to?" you ask.

You're afraid to hear the answer. Afraid that he'll say yes, that he'll say that he hates that he still loves you. But this past year has been nothing but you keeping yourself busy to keep your mind off of Tom and how much you love and miss him, so you need to know. You need to know if loving you is something he still wants to do.

"What?" he asks.

"Do you want to stop loving me?"

He's silent for a moment as he looks at you. Then he takes a step towards you and presses his lips to yours.

"I don't want to stop loving you. I'm still in love with you. That's why I'm here. I want to try again. I believe you when you said you made a mistake and that it won't happen again."

"You do?" you ask.

He nods, "I do. I should have never accused you of cheating on me in the first place. Then you wouldn't have left angry and confused, and..."

You hold up a hand to stop Tom, "no. It's not your fault. I should have had more self-control. I shouldn't have let my anger, confusion, and the little alcohol I had get the better of me. That wasn't on you, it was on me."

"Either way, I'm sorry, " Tom says.

"I'm sorry too," you say.

Tom looks around before looking back at you, "so what do you say we get out of here and go home?"

You smile before taking his hand, "nothing would be better."

The two of you leave together and head home. Glad that your ex was finally a thing of the past.

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Your Ex is Still in Love with You: Tom Holland (Part 4)

*Part 1* *Part 2* *Part 3*

The feeling in your gut doesn’t go away the next morning, neither do the reminders of what you had done. As you stand staring at yourself in the mirror, your eyes trace over where his hands had been. Your hand brushes over where his lips were. You physically turn away from the mirror to stop the flood of images that threaten to grab ahold of you and never let go. You have no idea how you’re going to tell Tom or even if you should tell him. The thought of telling him that he was right, that the very thing he feared had actually happened, makes you hate yourself. You know he’s waiting though, you gathered that much from the voicemail you had listened to only moments before. He wanted you to come home, he was sorry for accusing you of cheating on him. He was sorry for everything that he had said and you…you were guilty of everything. Guilty of making his worse fears come to life. Guilty of ruining the best thing that had ever happened to you. Guilty of doing the one thing you swore to Tom you would never do. Just…guilty. When you finally do walk away from the mirror, it’s to shower. A part of you hopes that with a hot shower, you can wash away what you had done but that’s not how life works. After the shower, you slip your dress back and the images slam into you like a freight train. His hands tracing patterns across your skin. His lips burning endless trails of fire down your neck. All of it crops back up and you have to force it back down. Something that is easier said than done when you pull your door open and find him standing there.

“Hey, beautiful. I thought we could have breakfast together.”

He takes a step closer to you and pulls you towards him before tilting your head up, “maybe have a repeat performance of last night.”

You push him away, shaking your head.

“Last night was a mistake. “

“It certainly didn’t feel like one,” he says.

“It was. We shouldn’t have done that. I shouldn’t have done it. I was angry at Tom and confused and…”

He takes a step towards you again and silences you with a kiss.

“And did exactly what you wanted to do. You love me, Y/n. You always have. We’ve had our ups and downs but we belong together. All last night did was prove that.”

“No. All last night did was remind me this morning of how much I love Tom.”

“Y/n…”

You shake your head again, “no. I told you last night that we were over. What happened between us was a mistake and it’s one that I won’t be making again.”

You push past him and head down the hallway with him hot on your heels.

“You think you’re just going to go back to Tom like nothing happened? You honestly think that he’s going to take you back after you tell him what you did last night? After you tell him how you screamed my name so loud the room next door filed a complaint on us? You think he’s going to take you back after that?”

You step into the elevator and hit the button for lobby before looking up at him.

“I don’t know. I don’t know if he’s going to take me back or kick me out on the street. What I do know is that he deserves the truth. He deserves to know that I made a mistake and that I will never do it again. He deserves to know that I love him, and I always will even if…even if he can’t love me anymore.”

“Y/n…”

You hear him say your name one last time before the elevator door closes and you slowly let the tears fall.

His P.O.V.

The second he wakes up; he checks his phone for a message from you. He figured you would call and let him know that you were coming home. Instead, he got a text message saying that the two of you needed to talk. His stomach drops when he hears the words and all his fears and insecurities come roaring back towards him. His head is telling him that no good can come front it, that he blew it. That you were going to walk through the door and tell him that it was over. That you couldn’t be with someone who was constantly doubting whether or not you were faithful. Who was constantly questioning your relationship and the reasons you were with him. His heart is telling him that maybe you aren’t coming to end things. That maybe you just want to talk it out like always and figure out a way to make things better. That maybe you were going to walk through that door and tell him that you still love him even though he had acted like an asshole. He desperately hopes that his heart and not his head is right as he waits for you to finally come home.

A/N: Here's part four! Part 5 will be the last part in this particular imagine. Thanks for reading!

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Your Ex is Still in Love With You: Tom Holland (Part 3)

Part 1 Part 2

As he stares down at the cup of tea, he can feel his resolve breaking. The desire to call you and make everything okay is stronger than ever. It feels like a piece of him is missing, like he's only half a heart. Grabbing his phone, he looks down at the picture of the two of you on his lock screen. It was his favorite picture from when the two of you had first started dating. You both had grown so much since then. You were living together, talking about spending the rest of your lives together, talking about having a family together. Both of you had come so far from the two kids who were just trying to make sure they didn't do anything embarrassing on the first date. How could he have let things get so screwed up? How could he have let his insecurities get the better of him and his relationship with you? He had to apologize, he had to make things right. He had to get you to come home, to come back to him. He would apologize a thousand times over if it meant you walking through that front door again. He hits your name and waits for the ring. He knows you probably won't pick up, still pissed at him for accusing you of cheating. He knows he'll probably have to leave a voicemail, a voicemail you may not listen to until tomorrow morning. A voicemail that will hopefully bring you home for a cup of tea. So, he waits for the ring and then he waits for your voicemail to tell him to leave a message. And he does, but that doesn't stop the feeling of loneliness that's plaguing him right now. That doesn't stop him from feeling like he just blew the best thing that has ever happened to him. And it doesn't stop him from waking up tomorrow morning and wondering where it all went wrong.

End His P.O.V.

The feel of his lips of yours. His hands on your hips pulling you closer. The sound of your phone buzzing that you chose to ignore. The buzz of the alcohol you had regrettably consumed as he pulled you into the elevator and up to his floor. The sound of a fumbling card key sliding into the lock before you're pressed to the door, his lips on your neck. The feeling of his fingers trailing up your leg as they slide underneath your skirt. The sound of your name falling from his lips and those three little words you had waited for him to say for so long before he ended things. The feeling of cold air that hits your skin as your dress is replaced by his lips. The sound of his name falling from your lips in a broken cry as your back arches off the bed. Then finally the sound of your door closing as you sink to the floor, broken by what you had just done...Sobs rack your body as you try to make sense of what you had just done. What you had just allowed to happen. The very thing Tom had been so worried about had come to fruition. The very thing you had sworn to him that you would never do, you had done. The images start to flash before your eyes and you quickly press your hand to your head, begging for them to stop. And eventually, they do, but that doesn't stop the feeling that is sitting in the pit of your stomach. That doesn't stop the whisper of cool air that makes you shiver whenever you think about his hands and where they traced endless patterns on your body. That doesn't stop you from waking up tomorrow morning wondering where it all went wrong...

A/N: Ask and you shall receive part 3! Thanks so much for reading these guys! I actually had no intention of this being a multiple-part imagine but when inspiration strikes you just have to go with it. Anyway, thanks for all the love and support and part 4 is coming soon!

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Your Ex is Still in Love With You: Tom Holland (Part 2)

Part One

He doesn't know what came over him. He knew he was being irrational, but that tiny seed of doubt planted itself in his head and refused to let go. His heart was telling him that you would never cheat on him, that your ex was just trying to cause problems between the two of you. His head though...his head was telling him that you had been with your ex having the time of your life. That all along you had been playing him and he was just a sucker. He could see the headline now: Tom Holland Played for Fool by Girlfriend Who was Still Screwing Her Ex. So, he doesn't chase after you like he's supposed to. He doesn't tell you not to go, he doesn't say that you can work this out, that he's sorry. He doesn't say anything, he just watches you go. Because that's what his insecurities told him to do, that's what his doubts said was the right thing to do. It's not until later that night that the full extent of what he's done hits him. He was fine up until he went to make a cup of tea to help him sleep and automatically began fixing you a cup as well. The two of you always had tea together, it was the one thing the both of you agreed to always make time for no matter what was going on in your life. Even if he was miles away on the other side of the world, the two of you would facetime and have a cup of tea together. As he places your mug back down on the counter, it hits him. You're gone. You left earlier and still weren't home. Hell, you hadn't even called. But then again, why would you? He was the one that screwed up. That had accused you of cheating on him, that had said that you were fucking your ex. You had no reason to call because he was in the wrong...right?

End His P.O.V.

You had told Tom you were going to a friend's house but in actuality you went to a hotel. You weren't in the mood to have to explain why you were showing up on someone's doorstep at 1 a.m. instead of being at home. So, you were at the hotel bar enjoying a glass of wine while contemplating your relationship's future. Or at least you were enjoying it until a certain someone showed up at the bar.

"Did you like the song?"

The second you hear his voice, your heart stops and not in a good way. You hadn't expected to see him here. You hadn't expected to see anyone here, no one ever came to this hotel other than you as it was a small, out of the way place that had seen better days.

"What are you doing here?"

He shrugs, "I always stay here when I'm in town. It's one of my favorite places, remember?"

You sigh, you had completely forgotten that you had showed him this place. That this hotel had become one of the many staples that were your relationship with him.

"You didn't answer my question...did you like the song?"

"What does it matter?" you ask.

"It's your song, I wrote it for you...for us."

"You shouldn't have written it."

"Why not?"

"Because that part of my life is over. We're over."

"Says who?"

"Says you the day you broke up with me for Barbie 2.0."

"What if I told you that I made a mistake?" he says.

You shake your head, "no."

You throw a couple of bills down on the bar before getting up and walking away. However, he follows behind you.

"Y/n! Y/n, wait! I made a mistake; I never should have broken up with you. You were the best thing that ever happened to me and I've spent everyday since then regretting it. I didn't know how to tell you, so I wrote the song and I thought that if..."

"If what? If I heard it that I would just come running back to you? That if you said all the right things then everything would be okay, and I would be yours again? No. No, you don't get to do this. You don't get to show up and mess everything up for me. You don't get to show up and say how much you miss me and how in love with me you still are and think that everything is just going to go back the way it was. I'm happy now, I'm with someone else. Someone who is willing to give me everything I ever wanted when you couldn't even say..."

"I love you," he cuts you off.

You shake your head, "no."

He takes a step towards you and you try to take one back, but he stops you. He brushes your hair out of your face.

"I love you."

You shake your head again, "no. No, it's too late. I waited two years for you to say it. You don't get to say it now that I've moved on. Now, that I..."

His lips pressing against yours cut you off, "I love you," he whispers.

His hands move down to your waist to pull you closer as he deepens the kiss unaware of your heart racing in your chest...

A/N: And that's the end of part two! What do you guys think, should I do a part three?

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Your Ex is Still in Love With You: Tom Holland

A/N: Another request done! I can't remember who requested this particular one and I can't find the comment or message anywhere. I do remember you wanted Tom and the ex had to still be in love you, also the ex had to be either 5SOS or 1D, something that will come into play later as this is only part one. Anyway, I hope I did as you asked. Happy reading!

Here's the link to the following parts: *Part 2* *Part 3* *Part 4* *Part 5*

One look at Tom and you knew things were going from bad to worse. You were both prepared to see your ex at the movie premier, a fact that Tom wasn't too happy about. But your ex had written most of the soundtrack for Tom's new film, which gave him an automatic invite. What you hadn't expected was your ex to do a live performance of the only love song on the soundtrack and dedicate to you while on stage. One look at Tom and you could tell he was beyond pissed. He never liked your ex especially after your ex had given an interview saying that he still had hope that the two of you would one day reunite. This resulted in Tom questioning your relationship a lot especially when he was feeling insecure. Something that he was feeling now that you were both home from the premier.

"Would you relax, the song means nothing," you say.

"Maybe to you, but it clearly means something to him Y/n. He wrote the fucking song for you. He wrote a love song about how in love with my girlfriend he is for my movie. Then he plays the fucking song in front of everyone and dedicates it to you."

"I know and he shouldn't have done that but..."

"Are you fucking him?" Tom cuts you off.

You freeze, "excuse me?"

"You heard me, Y/n. Are. You. Fucking. Him? Because that's the only way he would be so damn comfortable playing that song in front of everyone proclaiming to the world that he's in love with you."

"That's the only explanation you can come up with? That I'm fucking him? Not that he's still in love with me and thinks he can win me back with the song? Or that he just wants to cause drama? The only explanation you can possibly fathom is that I must be fucking him?"

"It's the only thing that makes sense," Tom says.

You shake your head at him, "you're unbelievable. You really thing I would cheat on you after everything we've been through?"

"I don't know what to think anymore, Y/n! I just watch someone else tell the world that they're in love with you. What am I supposed to do with that?"

"You're supposed to trust me!"

"Yeah, well..."

You scoff in disbelief before grabbing your bag, "you know what, Tom? How about you give me a call when you think you're ready to trust your girlfriend of three years over some stupid love song that her ex wrote? Until then, I'll be at a friend's house."

The door closes behind you as you finally let the angry tears fall before walking away...

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We Don't Talk Anymore: Part Six

Alright, folks so it has been a while since I've posted about We Don't Talk Anymore but this is the last part. Sorry for the super long wait for it! And if you haven't read the first five parts and would like to...you can find them down below:

Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five

You walk home alone for what has to be the millionth time. You had sent Matt home with the promise to meet up for coffee again soon after your failed attempt at a love confession. Once he was gone, you were able to let out the heartbreak and let the tears finally fall from your eyes. You used to tell yourself that the two of you were written in the stars. That you were destined to spend the rest of your lives together. You scoff at the idea now; love was nothing but a lie or at least in your case it felt as though it was because if you two were destined to be together then he would be in front of you…right?

His P.O.V.

As he walks home alone after sending Sasha home with a vow to meet up for coffee, he finally lets the heartbreak out. His vision blurs with tears a little as he takes a second to reminisce about how he used to think that the two of you were written in the stars. He used to believe that the two of you were destined to be together. Shaking his head, he can’t help but laugh at the thought. If destiny had wanted the two of you together then you would be here with him…right?

End His P.O.V.

You’re digging in your bag for your keys when you bump into someone. The only thing stopping you from hitting the ground is the fact that whoever they were steadied you with a hand on your waist.

“Careful…love.”

You freeze at the voice in your ear, your heart beating in your chest.

His P.O.V.

He’s lost in his own head when someone bumps into him. His instincts kick in and he immediately reaches out to steady them.

“Careful…love.”

He freezes when the smell of vanilla fills his nose, his heart pounding in his chest.

End His P.O.V.

You move without thinking, instantly wrapping your arms around the warm body that is still in front of you. Putting your head on his chest, you can’t help but take a deep breath. His scent fills your nose and you can’t help the tears that spring to your eyes. You had no idea how much you missed him until you were back in his arms.

His P.O.V.

The second he feels your arms around him, he reacts. Pulling you closer to him, he presses a kiss to your forehead before taking a deep breath. The smell of vanilla fills his nose, and he can’t help but pull you closer. He forgot how much he missed the way you smell. He forgot just how much he missed you until you were in his arms again.

End His P.O.V.

You don’t know how long it is until the two of you pull away from each other. You can’t help the smile that makes it way to your face as he cups your face. His thumb brushes across your lips and it’s like electricity shooting through you. When his lips press against yours, it’s like the whole world stops turning.

His P.O.V.

He doesn’t know how long it is until the two of you separate. His heart starts going a mile a minute when you smile at him as he cups your face. Brushing his thumb across your lips, he swears that time itself has stopped. When your lips press against his, it’s like his world was in black and white and it is now filled with color. It’s like everything makes sense again and all it took was you.

“I never should have left you. I should have fought for us, fought for you. I don’t know why I didn’t. You’re my best friend, the only person I want to spend the rest of my life with. The only person I want to call at the end of the day. The only person I can imagine myself coming home to. I want us to talk again, to laugh again, to love again. I love you.”

He presses another kiss to your lips as a smile lights up your face.

End His P.O.V.

Everything makes sense again now that you’re with him.

“I never should have left you. I should have fought for us, fought for you. I don’t know why I didn’t. You’re my best friend, the only person I want to spend the rest of my life with. The only person I want to call at the end of the day. The only person I can imagine myself coming home to. I want us to talk again, to laugh again, to love again. I love you.” he says.

A smile lights up your face at his words as he presses another kiss to your lips. You were sure you would never hear him say I love you again, but now that you’ve heard it you’re sure that you never want to stop hearing it and you even have the perfect response.

“I love you too.”

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[jjchantill]

Grammys: Harry

“Love, we’re going to be late,” he calls out.

“I know, I’m right here,” you say.

You’re standing on the bottom of the stairs when Harry turns around. His jaw almost hits the floor, you look absolutely stunning. Your dress is an A-line, princess floor length, teal ombre gown with shoulder cutouts that looks as though it was made for you.

“Haz, you’re going to get drool all over the floor if you don’t close your mouth,” you laugh.

He quickly closes his mouth before swallowing, “love, you look…”

He grabs your hand and slowly spins you around, “you’re stunning. Absolutely stunning, like an angel sent from heaven.”

You blush, “I don’t know about that.”

“I do and I am the luckiest guy in the world tonight. All eyes are going to be on you, love and they should be because you…wow,” he says.

“You’ll be even luckier when you win,” you say, pressing a small kiss to his lips.

“If I win, the other artists are just as good if not better.”

“If you say so,” you say.

He shakes his head at you before leading you out the door and into the waiting car.

Later…

               Harry was right when he said all eyes were going to be on you. The second the two of you stepped out onto the red carpet, the cameras didn’t stop. All the photographers wanted a picture of you in your dress, even the other musicians wanted to see you. By the time you and Harry are seated, you’re exhausted just from taking pictures and interacting with other people. However, that exhaustion quickly leaves when Harry’s category comes up.

“This is it,” you whisper to Harry.

He gives you a small smile before grabbing your hand and intertwining your fingers. You both watch as Rachelle Erratchu announces the nominees and then says…

“and the Grammy goes to Watermelon Sugar, Harry Styles!”

Harry sits there for a minute in disbelief as everyone jumps up and claps before you squeeze his hand.

“Haz, you won!”

He gets up and immediately pulls you into a hug before pressing a kiss to your lips and making his way to the stage.

You clap and wipe the tears from your eyes as Harry takes the stage. He picks up the gramophone before setting it back down and stepping in front of the mike.

“Wow,” he takes a deep breath.

“To everyone who made this record with me, thank you so much. This was the first song we wrote after my first album came out during a day off in Nashville, and I just want to say thank you to Tom, Tyler, Mitch, Rob Stringer, and everyone at Columbia. My manager, Jeffery, who has always nudged me to be better and never pushed me. I’m very grateful to be here and I feel very honored to be among all of you, so thank you so much. Finally, to the love of my life, my heart, my soul, my all…Lydia. Thank you for being my rock and my muse. This wouldn’t have been possible without your love and support. I am the luckiest man in the world to have you by my side every day. Thank you for showing me what true love is. Thank you all for your love and support!”

He walks off stage and a few second later, someone shows up to show you backstage as well. The second you spot Harry, you run into his arms. He wraps his arms around you.

“You did it, Haz. You won.”

He pulls away from you and presses a kiss to your lips.

“We did it, love. We won; this award would mean nothing without you.”

You laugh, “what are you talking about, Harry? You did all the work, they’re your songs.”

“They might be my songs, love but they’re all about you. You’re my muse, my inspiration.”

“Haz…”

He presses a kiss to your lips, “I love you.”

“I love you to. Now, lets go home and find a good place to put your award.”

He laughs, “I’m right behind you, love.”

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[jjchantill]

“But if you forget to reblog Madame Zeroni, you and your family will be cursed for always and eternity.”

[jjchantill]

Wedding Photo: Niall

A/N: Another request done. Happy reading everyone! 

He flips through the photo album in front, his eyes passing over each of the pictures until he finds the one that he’s looking for.  It’s his favorite photo from your wedding day. You had fallen victim to another panic attack moments before you were supposed to walk down the aisle. Your maid of honor, not knowing what else do grabbed him as he seemed to be the only one capable of calming you down. The second he saw you, he pulled you into his arms. His hands cupped your face, and he spent the next few minutes reminding you just how much he loved you and how he couldn’t wait to start the rest of your lives together. Eventually, you calmed down and the photographer was able to capture the precious moment on camera. He still remembers the moment like it was yesterday…

A Few Years Earlier

               You’re panicking. No, you’re more than panicking, you are freaking the fuck out. This was supposed to be the best day of your life and you couldn’t get out of your own head. You were fine all morning, until your maid of honor helped you put on your veil. That’s when it hit you, the fact that you were getting ready to spend the rest of your life with Niall. The fact that at some point Niall may fall out of love with you or cheat on you or decide that he made a mistake. The list of things you believe could happen blurs your vision until you see stars. Your maid of honor being the intuitive individual that they are, immediately knew what was happening and quickly ran off to grab Niall.

“Love?”

You were no longer in your room waiting as it had started to feel like the walls were closing in on you.  So, you had stepped outside. The second Niall steps outside and his eyes meet yours, he crosses the grass and pulls you to him. You sink into him before calming down pulling away. He puts his forehead to yours.

“I can’t believe I’m going to spend the rest of my life with you. You can’t possibly be real. Someone this beautiful can’t possibly be real, I have to be dreaming,” he whispers.

You let out a small laugh and put your hands on his arms before pressing a small kiss to his lips.

“I’m serious. There’s no way…no way you’re real. That this is really happening. I’ve thought about this for so long, Y/n. I’ve thought about what it would be like to marry you, to spend the rest of my life with you. I’ve thought about what it would look like.”

“And is it everything you ever dreamed it to be?” you ask.

“It’s better than I could have possibly imagined, love. Better than I could have possibly imagined.”

He presses his lips to yours one last time putting his forehead back to yours, closing his eyes, and taking a deep breath.

“You ready?” he asks.

“Born ready,” you say, smiling at him.

He pulls away and intertwines his fingers with yours before leading you back inside and to your father. Pressing a quick kiss to your hand, he hands you off. He’s about to head back into the main ceremony area when you stop him with three quick words.

“I love you.”

He turns back to smile at you, “I love you too.”

 End Flashback

               The two of you didn’t know until weeks later that the photographer had snapped a photo of your precious moment. At first, she wasn’t sure she if she should send it or delete because the two of you were having such a private moment. However, as it was one of her favorite photos of the two of you; she couldn’t help but send it. Almost instantly, it became of one of Niall’s favorite pictures of the two of you. He even got it shrunken down to put in his wallet, he loves how much love is in the photo. Smiling to himself, he glances down at the picture one last time before being interrupted by the sound of laughter.

“Daddy, daddy! Help, mommy’s a tickle monster!” Benjamin laughs.

His son comes running around the corner with you not far behind, the two of you laughing. Closing the photo album, he sets it back on the table before getting up to join the two of you in your playful endeavor. He never thought his life would turn out like this, but he is certainly glad it did.  

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