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justice4canyonmoon · 3 years

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Beneficial

Summary: Y/n wants to lose her virginity. Niall just broke up with his girlfriend. They figure something out that will be beneficial to them both.

Hi!!! Ahhh I wrote my first ever Niall fic!!! I’m super happy with how it turned out, and I hope you all really like it!!!

Warnings: smut!!! 18+ only!!!! oral sex (fem receiving), praise kink I think? hickeys, cursing, kind of rough sex

WC: 2.8k

It was kind of depressing for him to be sat at the bar alone, but Niall didn’t really know what else to do. He found out that his girlfriend of two years cheated on him, and he was distraught. Once he had broken up with her, he called up a few friends and headed straight to the bar, intending to forget about the night’s events. But as they spent more time there, his buddies found girls to go dance with (or a little something more), leaving Niall to drown in his sorrows all alone. He knew this headspace was bad for him, but he didn’t really know how to get out of it.

Until he saw her in a little black dress.

It was held up by two thin straps and hugged her curves flawlessly. She was absolutely stunning, and Niall couldn’t stop himself from staring. One of the girls she was standing with nudged her and whispered something in her ear, nodding in Niall’s direction. The woman locked eyes with him and winked, making pink flood his creamy complexion. He smiled at her and she smiled back, turning back to her friends. They didn’t seem to like that, though, pushing her in his direction. She laughed softly and gave one of her friends the middle finger as she approached him, making him chuckle as well.

“Hi!” she said, “my friends seem to think I should say hello to you, so here I am!”

Niall grinned. Not only was she beautiful, but she was funny, too.

“I’m glad they did. Don’t think I would’ve had the guts to come up to a woman as pretty as you.”

She giggled, “Funnily enough, I was thinking a similar thing. Thought you were good-looking, too.”

“I’m glad your friends pushed you into it, then,” he replied.

“Me too,” she told him, “Oh, I’m Y/n by the way. Don’t think I said that yet.”

“I’m Niall. It’s really nice to meet you!”

“It’s nice to meet you, too,” she paused, almost as if to think, then added, “couldn’t help but notice that you’re sitting alone. What are you doing here all by yourself?”

Niall sighed, “Broke up with my girlfriend. Found out she was cheating on me. Came with a couple of friends to try and take my mind off of it, but they’ve all found other people to dance with, so I’m on my own.”

Her face softened, “I’m so sorry. That girl doesn’t know what she’s missing.”

He smiled sadly, “Thanks. But anyway, what brings you here?”

She rolled her eyes with a fond smile on her face, “My friends think that tonight is the night for me to lose my virginity. I have to say, I think they’re right. I’m tired of not knowing what all of the fuss is about,” but then her smile turned into a smirk, “maybe we could help each other out.”

Niall raised an eyebrow, “How so?”

“I need to lose my virginity. You need to get over a breakup. Why not do something that will benefit both of us?”

Niall thought about it for a second. This girl had enchanted him before he even knew her name. And who knows? Maybe something good could come out of it.

“Why the hell not? You caught my eye as soon as I saw you, think this could turn out really good,” he said, making her grin.

“My thoughts exactly. Wanna have a drink first, or just skip to the good part?”

Niall laughed, “You’re quite forward.”

“Is that a bad thing?” Y/n asked.

He shook his head, “Definitely not. And yeah, let’s just get out of here.”

“To mine or yours?”

“Would you mind if we went to mine?” he questioned.

She smiled teasingly, “I don’t know, would I?”

Niall rolled his eyes, “Oh, forget it.”

Y/n laughed loudly, reaching over and linking her fingers with his, “I would be more than happy to go to yours, Niall.”

With their hands now intertwined, Niall gently led Y/n out to his car. She texted her friends with her free hand, letting them know where she was going before climbing in the passenger’s side. Niall hopped into the driver’s side and before long, they were on the road. Thought they were still holding hands, not much was said during the car ride, which surprised Y/n a bit. She was glad for it, though, so that she could collect her thoughts. If this went well, she would finally have sex for the first time, and with Niall, too, who was literally the prettiest man she had ever seen. Sure, she had always imagined that her first time would be with someone she was in love with, but honestly, this was perfectly fine with her. She had a feeling that Niall would know exactly how to make her feel good, and that was really what mattered.

It was a fairly short drive to Niall’s place. Y/n had sufficiently hyped herself up in the car, feeling fairly confident in how their encounter would go. The pair exited the car and entered his home.

“Would you like a drink?” Niall asked, gesturing toward the kitchen.

Y/n shook her head, “Had enough to drink at the bar. Besides, I don’t particularly want to be drunk right now. Want to remember this.”

He nodded and smiled, “Then upstairs we go.”

She followed him up the stairs, her nerves starting to get to her. She was really doing this.

Once inside his bedroom, Niall turned to her, sensing that she was a bit nervous.

“You sure you want to do this? I wouldn’t mind just hanging out with you for a bit,” he checked.

She nodded, “Yeah. I do. I’ve just been thinking about this moment for a long time, you know? Kind of can’t believe it’s happening. But I really want you, Niall. Want you to show me what I’ve been missing.”

Niall smirked, “I’d be more than happy to, darling,” but then his voice grew more serious, “Y/n, I need you to promise me something.”

When she nodded, he continued, “If anything we do tonight makes you feel uncomfortable, or you don’t like it, you have to promise me that you’ll tell me. I won’t feel offended if you want to stop. I want to make sure you’re comfortable with everything we do.”

Y/n nodded, “I will, Niall. Promise.”

“Good. I do have a question for you, though.”

She raised an eyebrow, “What is it?”

“Have you done anything sexual before?”

“Not really,” she responded, “I mean, I’ve made out with people before, but none of them really got me going, you know? No one I’ve really wanted. So I just haven’t done anything.”

Niall nodded, “Makes sense. I’ll do anything you’d like me to, just tell me what you’d like to try.”

Y/n thought for a moment, “Can you go down on me, please? I’ll do the same for you, of course, though I can’t guarantee it’ll be any good.”

“Im sure it’ll be great, darling. Why don’t you get undressed and sit on the bed for me?” Niall gently ordered, beginning to rid himself of his clothes as well.

Y/n stripped out of her clothing and sat on the edge of the bed as Niall requested, waiting for his next move. He strode over to her, gently cupping her face in his hands. He leaned forward and pressed his lips to hers. Her eyes fluttered shut as she kissed back, savoring in the familiarity of the motions before diving into the unknown. Niall’s hands moved from her face to spread her legs apart, stepping between them to get closer to her. Y/n draped her arms over his shoulders, getting lost in the kiss as Niall gently gripped her hips in his hands. He swiped his tongue over her lips, asking for permission to enter. She let him in, and their tongues fit together in the most perfect way as he explored her mouth. Little whimpers fell from her lips at the way Niall was holding her against him, and a much louder one escaped as his hips subconsciously ground against hers.

He pulled away then, tilting Y/n’s chin up to look him in the eye, “You ready, honey?”

She nodded, and he dropped to his knees in front of her, draping her legs over his shoulders. Niall leaned forward, starting with pressing kisses to her thighs before gently biting down and sucking on the supple skin. Y/n gasped softly in surprise and pleasure as he left marks on her inner thighs, already feeling herself getting wet.

“Such a pretty pussy,” Niall murmured, moving his fingers to spread her lips apart, “can’t wait to get a taste.”

He dived into her pussy with almost no warning, licking a long stripe up her slit. She moaned, threading her fingers into his fluffy locks, tugging slightly on the strands as Niall began to taste her. She tasted as sweet as candy, and he couldn’t get enough of it. He left a few more teasing licks on her before pushing his tongue into her. Y/n whined as he ate her out, tightening her grip on his hair.

“N-Niall. Oh, f-feels so good,” she moaned, making him smirk against her pussy.

Her juices were dripping onto his tongue now, and he groaned at the taste, feeling his cock harden in his trousers. The vibrations of his moans against her only heightened her pleasure, and she yanked his hair. The pain shooting through his scalp made Niall moan against her once more, and she cried out in pleasure. His nose nudged her clit as he licked into her, smirking when it made her moans increase in volume.

“You’re fucking delectable, baby. Never tasted anything better,” he said, his statement muffled against her core.

She whimpered at the praise, grinding her hips against his mouth, “Please, Niall, I-I don’t know h-how much longer I’ll last.”

“Let go for me, darling. Wanna feel you dripping all over my chin. C’mon, love, give it to me.”

Niall reached his fingers up to pinch her clit. As he rolled the nub between his fingers, she came to her release, crying out his name as she covered his face in her juices. He continued to stimulate her as she rode out the waves of her orgasm. When she was finished, he stood from his position on the ground and slammed his lips against hers once more. Y/n gasped into his mouth, the taste of herself on his tongue feeling incredibly erotic.

When he pulled away, Niall gasped out, “Can’t wait much longer. Really need to be inside of you.”

“Don’t you want me to suck you off?” she asked.

“Some other time,” Niall told her, “need to be in your pussy so fucking badly.”

And how was she going to refuse that? After all, that was the main point of this for her. She nodded and reclined onto the pillows and Niall dug in his drawer for a condom. Luckily, he found one, and he ripped it open and rolled it onto his cock before returning to the bed.

“Are you absolutely sure this is what you want?” asked Niall.

Y/n nodded, “I am. Want you to fuck me, Niall.”

She really did. His cock looked appetizing, and she was ready to experience what it would feel like inside of her. She’d definitely have to suck it some other time, though. It looked too pretty not to have in her mouth.

Niall clambered on top of her, lining himself up with her entrance.

“Promise you’ll tell me if it hurts too much?”

“Promise.”

Niall smiled and kissed her forehead before pushing into her. He went slowly, as to not overwhelm her for her first time. And it was his first time in a little while, too. His ex didn’t really want to have sex with him toward the end of their relationship (obviously he knew why now), so it had been a month or two. It took everything in him to enter slowly, though, because Y/n had the best cunt he had ever felt. It was snug and warm, wrapping around his cock perfectly. But he waited, wanting to make sure she was as comfortable as possible for her first time.

Once he was fully sheathed, he asked, “Feeling okay?”

Y/n took a deep breath, steadying herself. She felt like she was being split open, in the best way possible. She definitely understood what all of the fuss was about. Niall’s dick felt so fucking good inside of her, and he hadn’t even moved yet. And to be honest, though it did hurt a bit, she found that she liked it.

“Feels so good, Niall. Feel perfect inside of me,” she told him, making him smirk.

“Yeah? Want me to move?”

“Please.”

That was all of the confirmation he needed. He pulled out about halfway before slamming back in, not wanting to leave the warmth of her cunt. She gasped at the combination of pain and pleasure as Niall thrust into her, loving the feeling of him stretching her open. Y/n wrapped her legs around his hips, encouraging his movements inside of her. Niall looked at her face and smirked at the way it was contorted in pleasure.

“You feel so good, baby. So fucking tight. Can’t believe I’m the first person to have you like this,” Niall praised.

She keened at his words, pulling him down to kiss her as he pounded into her. Y/n was glad he wasn’t taking it too slow with her. This is what she wanted for her first time, someone to fuck her right. He was nudging every spot inside of her with expertise, and she loved every second of it. How could someone cheat on him? He was literally perfect.

Niall licked into her mouth again, kissing her passionately as he fucked her. He honestly hadn’t felt anything like this in a long time. He pulled away from her lips to mark up her neck. She moaned his name as he claimed her, knowing that she would be hard pressed to find someone else who treated her like this.

“N-Niall, I-I’m close. Please,” she begged.

Somehow, Niall knew exactly what she was begging for. His fingers moved from holding her steady to pinch her clit once more.

“Cum for me, sweetheart. Want to feel you squeezing me. Want you to drench my cock.”

She sobbed out his name as she saw stars, squeezing his length just like he asked. The fluttering of her pussy against him brought him to his orgasm as well, pumping his release into the condom. After they had both recovered, Niall pulled out of her and removed the condom, throwing it away before turning back toward Y/n and wrapping her in his arms.

“So, how was your first time?” he asked.

“Fucking great,” replied Y/n, “you were amazing. How was it for you? Feel like you’re over her yet?”

“Don’t even remember her name,” he quipped, making her giggle.

“Well, seems like we both got what we needed from this, then.”

“We did,” he kissed her on the cheek, “I had a lot of fun tonight, more than I’ve had in a while.”

“Me too,” she agreed, “even before we had sex, I liked just talking to you. You’re really sweet.”

Niall’s cheeks flushed slightly, “Thank you. I think you’re really sweet, too.”

She smiled and yawned, “You wore me out. Think I’m gonna sleep now.”

“Good night, darling.”

“Good night.”

They fell asleep with their limbs tangled together and satisfied smiles on their faces. It was the most content either of them had been in a long time.

When Niall woke up the next morning, he was alone.

He frowned. He thought that they had had a good time together last night. So why would she leave him? He happened to glance over at his night stand and saw a note laying on top of it.

Niall,

Sorry I left you by yourself this morning :( unfortunately, I had to go home to get ready for work. I would’ve stuck around if I could, though!!! I had a great time last night!!! Text me if you’d like a repeat ;)

(xxx)-xxx-xxxx

From,

the best hook-up you’ve ever had (aka y/n) <3

Niall couldn’t help but chuckle as he finished the last part of the note. It was nice to know that she had enjoyed herself, and especially that she hadn’t actually wanted to leave. He saved her number in his phone, already thinking about the ways he was going to use it in the future.

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dovenymph · 3 years

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a film by peter parker

authors note: this was inspired by another thinkerpete tweet that read "peter probably watches the bit from "a film by peter parker" where he's in the car with tony over and over when he misses him" and@peterparkers-bad-youtube-apology’s summer of love prompt list💛💛 also the video edit was made by me so please do not screen record/save and repost it even if you do credit me (also this is unedited so sorry for any typos, i’ll probably go through it sometime this week, i just wanted to post it first)

prompts used: 2. making the backyard/rooftop into a movie theater

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warnings: mentions of tony’s death, other than that, nothing but fluff

word count: 3.9k

Peter hated the summer.

Peter hated not having anything to busy himself with; no homework, or academic decathlon, or seeing Ned everyday who could wrap him up in his graphic novel fan theories or the drama in his on and off relationship with Betty. It was petty drama and minor stimulation, but it was something to distract him momentarily. But now Ned was in Aruba with his parents for the entire month which meant Peter had to suffer through the scorching heat of Juy all by himself.

Peter knew he didn’t have to be alone each day, -Aunt May had spent many dinners trying to get him to join her at the movies or the mall, even offering to let him have free reign of the lego store (when he said no to that, she knew he was in worse shape than she thought)- he had a handful of trustworthy and dependable friends he could hang out with for the afternoon like MJ and Betty, or even Flash who had been uncharacteristically nice to Peter ever since he found out he was Spiderman; this having happened only a few weeks after Tony had died and Peter had let him in on his secret to console a sobbing Eugene who, honestly, seemed to be more broken up about the news than Peter was. But even with his expanding friend group, Peter had found the most his body could endure was the contents of his bedroom.

He tried to get back out there after Tony’s passing, he really did, but at the first Iron Man tribute he admired on patrol, his body completely shut down and he swung back home, tears dampening the material of the mask.

So a lonely summer was what Peter submitted himself too, and he’s come to terms with it. He’s rewatched his favorite old shows, started binging some new ones. He’s taken apart and put together his lego death star four times now, each time faster than the last. But he’s been particularly fond of staring out the window. His apartment complex was quite close to the building besides his and he could look down into the backyard everyone had to share. Peter’s building had one as well, but since he was pretty sure he was the only person under 35 who lived there, it went unused.

Next door, there was always a different activity occurring in order for the patrons to beat the heat, and Peter often thought about how easy it would be for him to just go downstairs and introduce himself, and ask to join. It’d really be as simple as that and he’d meet some new people, get a free lunch and a chance to swim in the plastic pool they set up; maybe they’d laugh at his jokes and clap when he did flips, but it was all just a maybe, just in his imagination because his brain never let him wander to far before squandering the idea of getting close to someone again, for if history has taught Peter anything, it's that anything he gets close to, is not meant to stay for long and will be soon snatched away from him in the cruelest of ways.

And this thought is what resigns him to slink back behind his window and pout the day away, as he was doing now, vision blurring as he stared at nothing.

“Hey!”

Peter jumped, his eyes focusing on the target of whoever pelted his window and they landed on your form, slumped against your open windowsill, chin resting on your hand as you gazed back at him.

“Can I help you?” Peter bit back after lifting his window half way, his tone unconsciously laced with annoyance. He really didn’t even notice it anymore since that’s how he’s been speaking to everyone in his life for months now, but when you flinched at his tone, guilt started to creep up his spine.

Before he could ever begin to stumble out an apology, you cut him off “Yeah, is there a reason you stare into my room everyday?”

Peter's face flushed red and he opened and closed his mouth like a fish. He couldn’t remember the last time someone had spoken so bluntly towards him, and honestly, he liked it. He was getting tired of everyone walking on tiptoes around him, he just wanted things to go back to how they were, where he was just Peter Parker, your friendly neighborhood student.

“Or could you at least give me some money for some curtains if you just can’t give up the beautiful view of a concrete wall?”

“S-sorry, I- I didn’t even know you were there.”

Lie.

Peter knew you were there, he always knew when you were there.

Peter Parker isn’t a stalker, though! Sure, he’s gone through some fucked up shit on Earth and in space, so yeah, he wouldn’t call himself the most …sane person he knows, but he really wasn’t a creep. With your buildings being so close and your rooms directly across from one anothers, he was bound to notice you at some point.

And at some point he did. It was the first day of summer and Midtown let out at 12 instead of 3 to mark the occasion, so Peter had been mulling about in his room for quite some time already, thinking about how he heard all his classmates amazing summer plans and how the farthest he was going to go was probably the Thai restaurant down the street, and even that was a maybe. Peter sulked in silence until a couple hours later he heard a door slam closed, thumps from things being tossed on the ground, and a loud groan as he peeked through his windowsill at you who was currently flopped on the bed, window wide open without a care, scrolling on your phone.

At first, he was taken aback by your beauty, a small, small feeling of intrigue spiked his system, but it flew under the radar due to the seemingly everlasting dread that’s been weighing down on Peter's shoulders for months. But he couldn’t look away. You’d been doing nothing but looking at tiktoks mindlessly, occasionally cracking a half smile if a video was particularly amusing, but you still remained cemented to your mattress with no plans on moving anytime soon.

This brought comfort to Peter as he fished his phone out from the bottom of his bag and pulled up Ned’s messages and started to look through the media he sent him, almost two months worth of funny memes and videos that he hadn’t been bothered to look at, and he sat there along with you, aimlessly letting the time pass by. He enjoyed it, knowing he wasn’t really alone in his lazy and distracting behaviors because the pretty neighbor girl was doing just the same.

Ever since then, he’s just been …aware… of your coming and goings. He figured you had a summer job as every other day you were gone for a few hours, a solid shift. But on the days you were home, you also spent it mainly up in your room, every now and then, playing music from your record player, and if he was really lucky, you’d, unknowingly, give him a private concert as you sung out whichever niall horan or ariana grande song struck your fancy that day. He grew quite fond of the music, having added some of the regulars to his own playlist. And he enjoyed knowing you were right there, and he was right here; each of you living your lives, as uneventful as they may be, but you were together in some sort of way.

He’d never spoken to you, the ability of being able to just push his window up and call out to you at any time was what he liked, and each day he thought he’d do it but chickened out, and now it seemed like he’d have to make introductions whether he was ready or not.

“Mmm, right, so you haven’t seen me change or anything like that?” You asked and the content of your question and the inquisitive tone brought a flush to his cheeks.

“N-no! Of course not! I-I’d never do that, why would I even want to look at you? I mean! I don’t think you’re ugly or anything I… I just…”

Peter’s ramblings were cut off with your laugh as it bounced off the summer air and into his room. You were fully leaning out your open window now, and Peter had found himself in the same position, as if he was drawn to you.

“I was only joking with ya, but it's still nice to have the confirmation. I’m Y/N, your neighbor! Obviously.” You trailed off at the end, knowing that information was unnecessary since the boy next door obviously already knew that.

He was like no boy you’d ever seen before, only read about in books. He had a sweet disposition and inviting brown eyes that matched his soft chestnut hair. But he was built like a man, a strong jaw and strong arms. You’d seen him leaving his building everyday on your way to school, and when he’d get dropped off in a big black SUV during the late hours of the night, but he walked in the opposite direction or darted inside so fast,you never really got a chance to take him in.

“…Peter?” His tentative tone snapped you out of your daze and you realized he was introducing himself.

“Sorry, Peter! I- I… got distracted… by your… death star!” You let out, eyes focusing on the black and grey figure resting on his bed.

Peter felt his cheeks heat up as he moved to push it to the ground.

“That’s pretty cool! I finished the star wars series last summer.”

Peter’s eyes snapped up to yours and the friendly smile you were giving him along with the genuine interest in your tone seemed to break something inside him, snapped the band of hesitation that wrapped around his heart. “You did? For the first time?”

“Yeah! I know I’m like super late, but there’s like nine movies!”

Your laughs melded into one as you leaned out your respective windows and began talking about your favorite movie series. Peter was aware that this was unnatural for him. He had been more open to this stranger in the past few minutes than he had to his own Aunt in months and the same guilt from earlier crept up on him. But Peter was having a good time talking to you and he felt his insides turn in excitement when he realized you really had no idea who he was. He had a clean slate with you and he could make any first impression he wanted, well he hoped your first impression of him wasn’t that he was a peeping pervert, but we move, as MJ would say.

You were about to start telling Peter about this new dystopian novel you began reading when you heard a woman call out to him.

“Oh, that’s my Aunt May. She must be home from work. I- I should go say hello.” He explained, a sad look crossing his face that you didn’t quite understand.

You felt your own sadness wash over you, though. You didn’t want to stop talking to Peter either. “Yeah, of course!”

“But we can talk tomorrow right?” Peter asked, his tone laced with uncertainty.

“Oh well, I work double tomorrow… so I probably won’t be home ‘til late.” You said and the way the brown haired boys face visibly fell felt like a punch in the gut and you were scrambling for a reason to make him smile.

“B-but hey! I also get paid tomorrow so if you want, you can come over on saturday and we can have a movie night and we can order a shit ton of take out?”

“Come over to your place?” Peter asked, and he felt himsef involuntarily tense at the idea of leaving his room for the first time in weeks. It was safe in his room. But the pleading look on your face and hopefulness in your tone encouraged him to take the chance.

“I’d love to y/n.” Peter said with a soft smile and you smiled back shyly at him before closing your window and making your way out your room, making sure you were safe in the hall, away from his prying eyes to do a little happy dance.

Peter was unable to wipe the grin off his face as he walked out his room to greet his Aunt.

She heard his feet padding down the hall as she was setting out dinner, “Sorry its not ready yet, Petey, today’s been crazy, but I’ll get started now.” She rushed. Recently, she’s been hoping food’s the key to lift her poor nephews spirits, so each night she’ll either order or make something more fattening, cheesy, and delicious than the last.

“It’s alright May,” Peter let out easily as he turned the counter and placed a kiss on her cheek, “why don’t you let me cook tonight?”

May’s jaw dropped and she blinked a couple times. She could barely get two words out of Peter recently, and they were always either a meak thank you for dinner or an it was good when she asked about his day. She felt her eyes tear up at the slight sliver of her old Petey back.

“O-oh, really, you wanna cook?”

Peter ducked his head down at the ingredients in front of him to avoid looking in her eyes, his heart dropping at the glossiness that overtook them. He truly hadn’t realized how closed off he’d been. “Well, how about we do it together?” He began and the face splitting grin that spread across May’s face was all he needed to know he was taking a step in the right direction.

“G-good idea, honey. Can’t have the house burn down, can we?”

“Hey!”

May laughed and kissed Peter’s head as they began winding through the kitchen, making casual conversation. It was just like the old days, May thought. Before the wave of devastation drowned Peter as he lost a father figure, once again.

“So what did you do today, P? Do you know when Ned get’s back? I’m sure you’re both excited to see each other.”

“Oh, uh, yeah, I am. I don’t know when he get’s back actually, but that’s okay-“

“I know you like your peace and quiet, I really do, but I do think it’ll be good for you to get out of the apartment for a little bit, see if Michelle is available. Oh! Or maybe that Lisa, Liz! I liked Liz, see if she’s available-“

“May! Its okay. I don’t need to hang out with Liz Allen,” Peter grumbled, “I- I made a new friend actually.”

May looked over at Peter in confusion since he hadn’t gone out or had anyone over in weeks, that she could remember; and Peter took her silence as an opportunity to continue.

“The neighbor.”

“Mrs. Wozniak?”

“No! Y/n, she lives in the next building over. And my room is right across from hers. We’re gonna hang out on saturday.”

“Oh?” May raised her brows at her nephew and bit back a smile, much to Peter’s chagrin. “Is she pretty?”

“And that’s relevant why?”

“I don’t know!!” May drawled and Peter just rolled his eyes and kept chopping the vegetables in front of him, the blush adorning his cheeks refusing to go down as he thought yes, yes she is.

.・゜゜・　　・゜゜・．

You yanked the door open as soon as you heard Peter’s knocks against it. He jumped back a bit, his arm still partially raised from when he knocked and you silently berated yourself for being so eager, but the spreading smile across his face made you feel not so bad.

“Oh, sorry, I was just-“

“It’s alright.” Peter replied with a soft smile, and you let yourself trace the golden flecks in his eyes before he cleared his throat, once again, snapping you out of a daze. You seemed to be in a dreamy state around him alot.

“Can I come in? I brought my Star Wars DVD collection by the way, I know you’ve seen them, but this one has the director's cut which I thought totally changed the course of the first trilogy!” Peter explained, rocking on the balls of his feet in excitement.

You bit your lip at the sight, his cuteness was rubbing off on you. “Yeah, that sounds great, but actually we aren’t gonna be watching in here.” You said, grabbing the bag of Chinese food and snacks and stepping out.

Peter’s face sputtered as you both walked to the stairs. He’d spent all day building up his courage to just go six feet from his building, there was no way he’d be able to go around the city with you for the fear of seeing something that’ll remind him of the avengers or crime.

“Y’alright?” You asked, noticing Peter’s stony silence as you walked down the last flight and made your way to the back gate.

“Yeah, sorry, I guess I’m just nervous. I haven’t really hung out with anyone new in a while, well, with anyone at all really.”

You smiled in sympathy, “I get you, I haven’t either. All my friends are out of town, so I’ve mostly just hung out in my room, too.”

“But you already knew that, don’t ya stalker?”

Peter rolled his eyes and shoved your arm as you laughed, glad you got his nerves out of his system. You unlocked the gate and lef Peter to the back garden.

“Woah..” Peter let out. There was a large white sheet hung up between two trees, and a projector set up on the table behind where a blanket lay, covered in a mess of pillows. The setting sun lit up by strung lightbulbs.

“You like? I figured since we both seemed to be home bodies, we could have the fun of the movie theatre, but here!”

Peter felt his heart swell at your words. You’d only known him for two days, and you already treated him with so much consideration and kindness. “I- I love it, y/n. This is amazing.”

He saw how you tucked your cheek into your shoulder in bashfulness and felt his spirits raise even higher. You were adorable.

“I’m glad you like it. I hope the projector works though, it took me forever to translate the instructions.”

Peter walked over to it and gave it a once over. “It seems fine to me, but I can always look at it if you want.”

“Oh yeah? You good with tech?”

“Good enough to get by. I needed it a lot while working with Mr. Stark” Peter began, forgetting that he wasn’t talking to an old friend.

“You worked with Tony Stark?!?”

“Oh.. oh yeah, only for a little! I was an intern.” He said quietly, beating himself up for even bringing up the topic of Tony. The last thing he wanted to do was cry in front of a pretty girl.

“Wow, that must’ve been amazing. You, you must miss him a lot then, huh?”

“Yeah,” he chuckled lifelessly. “Yeah I do.”

“But no matter, we’re here to have a good time right?”

“Yeah, yeah we are!” You grasped his hand and gave him a sympathetic squeeze -neither of you blind to the sparks that shot from the place your hands met- and got settled on the blanket.

Two and a half moves later, the sun had set and the two of you were sitting in the darkness, the only light coming from the flickering of the projector as the abandoned movie played. You and Peter were sitting cross legged, facing each other as he told you another story about working with the Avengers.

“Yeah, it was so crazy!! We were in this airport and he went from being like two inches tall to two hundred feet, it blew my mind. But it was okay though, because I had this idea-“

“Wait, wait, wait. You were there? Why?” You asked, loving every adventure filled anecdote he told you, but it wasn’t all adding up. For just an intern, he seemed incredibly close to Mr. Stark himself, but then again, you’d only known him for less than a week and you also wanted to go everywhere with him.

Peter worried his lip, thinking about how he could worm his way out of this one. Why would a teenage intern be at the Avengers civil war? He figured he could lie, or even just run away and buy black out curtains. Maybe he could convince Aunt May to switch rooms with him even. But you’d already brought so much light to his life in multiple aspects, and he thought, just maybe, you’d be able to bring light to that aspect of his life too.

“You know what, lemme just show you! Wait here, I’ll be back!”

Peter ran back down, his Chewbacca flash drive in hand, adrenaline running through his veins. He plugged it into your laptop and dug up a folder he hadn’t touched in almost eight months.

“What’s this?” You asked as he sat back down next to you.

“You’ll see.” He said, eyes glued to the screen in front of him.

A Film by Peter Parker, read the title as a compilation of videos featuring Peter, Happy, Aunt May, the Avengers, and Tony projected before you both.

Peter heard you gasp as the camera flashed to the suit, and saw, from the corner of his eye, how your head snapped towards his as he backspringed across the battleground. The film continued and neither of you could tear your eyes from the screen. Peter felt his eyes well up with tears as a scene with him and Tony talking to the camera began and he thought that watching this was a bad idea and he was about to turn around and turn it off when he felt your fingers intertwine with his.

He sucked in a sharp breath at the warmth you brought him and he squeezed back, his brain nearly malfunctioning at the speed in which he tried to memorize the feel of your hand in his. But his senses were overloaded as he picked up on your accelerated heartbeat.

The two of you continued to watch the video, neither moving even when it autostarted from the beginning, and this time you laughed outwardly at the funny parts, and asked him questions about why Happy didn’t seem to like him.

“What did you do to him Peter?”

“Nothing I swear!”

“Likely story.”

And he felt the steel blanket of grief fall off his shoulders. The feeling of intrigue and excitement for going back to life was no longer a small trail buried deep within him, but now a firecracker that ignited his insides and aurated off of him. Things were going to be alright, he was going to make it out this summer with more than just the memories from his bedroom, and he’d make it through whatever else life would throw at him, as long as he had you by his side.

Because you didn’t make his heart beat faster out of fear, you made him feel flustered and full of affection.

And you didn’t hold him roughly, with the intent to harm him; you held him delicately, and he could only wait to be able to hold your heart the same way.

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horansqueen · 3 years

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New Angel - Chapter 8

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NIALL

"Your friends are nice."

I turned my head to look at Summer, laying next to me and my lips curled slightly on the left. Despite what happened between Millie and Louis, we still had a lot of fun together. It was something that always impressed me when it came to Millie and I had just realized it at that moment. I thought she was someone who didn't care much about anything but the truth was, she was just extremely good at hiding it. It was in the tone of her voice, in the fraction of a second when she hesitated, in the quick glances she'd send and in the way she played with the mood ring on her middle finger. I had never noticed that before, and I wondered if it was because I never cared to look or just because it never happened. Millie and Louis used to be happy together, even if they were not officially a couple, but in the span of a few weeks, everything had changed and somehow, it reminded me of my own relationship with Grace.

I thought it would last forever and reality had hit me so hard. I could see all the reactions and feelings I had been through in the weeks after Grace left through Millie's eyes, even if she was clearly better than me at hiding it. I knew I was probably the only one who noticed it but it didn't matter. I knew, and even if I wanted to take that pain away from her, I knew it was impossible, or at least, I had no idea how.

"Yea, they're great." I admitted with a fond smile. "I don't know what I'd do without them."

I turned on my side to face Summer who had her arms crossed on her chest, her naked breasts hidden by the sheets of my bed. I held my head with my hand, my upper arm against the mattress and sighed low. It was amazing to have someone to have sex with, and also someone who would just lay in bed with me for a while. We never really talked about anything deep or serious, but Summer was funny and sweet and it's definitely what I needed. I had been in the same relationship for a while and now I just wanted to have fun. I knew I wouldn't be able to get into a new romantic relationship before I'd stop thinking about Grace multiple times a day, or before I compared everything to her, or wondered what she would have said or how things would be if I was with her instead. I also knew it would take time, because that's what everyone says, right? Healing takes time.

"And what would you do without me?" she asked, her lips curling right before mine did too.

"Use my hand. And it would be a shame!" I joked, making her chuckle.

"A shame uh?"

"Oh yea," I insisted, shaking my head slightly and bringing my hand to the sheets, pulling on them a bit, trying to expose her. "Because that body is incredible darling."

She brought her shoulders up and closer to her face holding the sheets up. I gave up and chuckled again but when I realized how uncomfortable she was, I lost my smile.

"Sorry, I didn't want to upset you."

"No no, it's alright." she pointed out in a soft tone, sending me a fake smile. "So, Niall, tell me about your ex girlfriend."

My eyebrows raised up and I moved my head back slightly as my eyes left hers. I was surprised by her question, it was really something I didn't expect and I was not sure talking about my ex girlfriend with my current fuck buddy was a good idea.

"Uhm, there's not much to say." I admitted, bringing my hand up to scratch the back of my head. "I mean, I guess everything started very quickly between us. Sparkles and all that. And when it stopped, I didn't expect it at all."

"How is she like?"

"Pretty. Smart. She knows what she wants and what she's worth. Cheeky." I enumerated, making me realize that perhaps, Millie was right about my 'type' of girl. "She.. liked to be the center of attention. She's the kind of girl who needs all the eyes on her when she enters a room. And she gets what she wants."

"Okay, so, she's pretty much my opposite."

I thought she'd laugh but I finally looked down at Summer and I could see worries in her eyes. I knew that talking about Grace was a bad idea, and I didn't want Summer to compare herself to hers, even if secretly, I did it, too.

"Why do you say it like it's a bad thing?" I asked gently, making her raise her eyebrows. "It's not a competition, you know. She's not here. You are."

Her eyes ran on my face quickly and she finally sent me a small smile and nodded.

"Do you think you're ready to meet my friends now?"

I smiled more, happy that she decided to talk about something else, and slowly nodded. "Yea, why not?"

Her face illuminated and she licked her lips. "Great! So, tomorrow, 6pm, my place?"

"Alright." I bent down and kissed her lips gently. "What are we gonna tell them? I mean, did you tell them we were just friends or... did we also tell them we have sex?"

"No, I just... I said we were friends."

I was surprised her friends didn't ask more questions. After all, we had met in a bar, she had sent one of them my phone number and my address and we had ended up at my apartment. This isn't really how you make new friends. Still, Summer had mentioned she was not the kind of girl who had sex on the first night and her friends probably knew that.

Anyway, I didn't want to rush things and it was better this way. If Summer didn't want to tell her friend she was in a friends with benefits relationship with me, it was her business. Besides, we had made it clear we were not exclusive, which meant there was definitely no strings attached, at least for now.

"Okay, that works for me."

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When I got at Summer's apartment and walked in, I heard laughs coming from afar. We walked towards them and I couldn't help but let my eyes travel on Summer. Her hair was down, for once, slightly wavy and falling on her back. She was wearing a simple tank top and a pair of blue jeans but it made me want to get on top of her immediately.

"Okay so everyone, this is Niall." Summer said shyly, standing next to me. "Niall, this is Meredith, Kate, Lena and Andrew."

They all got up and walked closer to kiss my cheeks and we finally sat at the table together. Dinner went by really fast and we laughed all together. Meredith and Lena were funny and talkative, and reminded me a lot of Summer. I didn't know how to react to Kate's way with me, though. She was looking at me in a weird way and I could swear that at some point, I felt one of her foot slide on my leg under the table. I quickly brought my leg away but it's the small smile she sent me right after that made me feel bad. I knew Summer had mentioned we were just friends, but to have one of her friends flirt with me that way seemed uncalled for and I was not sure how to react. Andrew seemed to study me a lot and for some reason, I felt like he was trying to be funnier and more interesting than I was and I felt completely stupid when, after a few hours, I noticed how he was looking at Summer.

I thought about what had happened between Louis and Millie the day before and realized that tonight was just as awkward, if not more. We finally sat together in the living room with a glass of wine and I realized most of them were getting tipsy, which probably was not the best idea.

"Okay so Niall, d'you work?"

"Uhm, yea. I'm a cook, actually. Part time." I nodded, shrugging a shoulder. "And I give guitar lessons."

"Oh really? I was just thinking I wanted to learn an instrument."

My eyes found Kate's and I raised my eyebrows, not answering her smile. I knew she was important for Summer and that she thought we were only friends, but I didn't like the way she was talking to me and I was certainly not going to flirt back with her.

"I already have enough students for now, sorry."

I glanced at Summer who sighed low as a smile spread on her face and I knew my answer was the right one. I was not going to be impolite but at the same time, there was no way I would encourage her.

"Kate, you're annoying." Lena pointed out, rolling her eyes at her. "Can't you see he's not into you? Why do you always do that?"

"Mind your business, Len." she replied, her eyes never leaving me.

"Okay, enough, we're leaving. It's late." Meredith added, getting up quickly.

It took a few minutes or so of argumentation but Kate finally agreed to leave with the rest of them. They said their goodbyes and I tried not to react when her hand slid down my back slowly. I let out a sigh of relief when the door closed behind them and felt Summer's hand on my arm before turning my head her way.

"I'm so sorry about Kate." she apologized in a soft and guilty tone. "She really loves attention. Especially from men."

My eyes roamed on her face and I once again thought about Grace. I didn't mention it, obviously, but I knew Summer was thinking about the description I gave her of my ex girlfriend too and finally, I just licked my lips and shook my head.

"Not your fault, don't apologize."

She took a step closer and tilted her head before pressing her lips together. Her eyes dropped to my chest and she brought her hands against it, sliding them down a bit before gripping my shirt.

"Do you want to see my room again?"

I held my breath as I stared at her and my lips parted slightly. I wanted her, I really did, and it took everything out of me to let out the words I wanted to say.

"It's late, I should leave, too." I admitted in a whisper, making her pout. "Rain check?"

"You could stay the night, maybe?" she proposed, getting on her tiptoe.

I swallowed hard now that her lips were close to mine and blinked a few times. "You're being unfair right now, you know the puppy eyes are very hard to resist."

"That's the whole point."

I kept looking at her but my thoughts were back at home. Maybe Louis and Millie were together at the moment, or maybe Millie was sad and alone. Maybe Louis was gone or maybe he told her it was over between them. I couldn't help the thoughts running in my head and I didn't want to leave Millie to deal with it by herself, and if Louis hadn't talked to her yet, I wanted to knock at his door and remind him that he should do it as soon as possible. I couldn't stay and if I wanted to be honest with myself, I didn't want to stay either. I wanted to be there for my friends they way they had been there for me.

"I can't babe, I'm sorry." I repeated in a soft tone, grabbing her hands in mine and squeezing her fingers. "I'll text you tomorrow though, alright?"

When I walked back in my apartment, I heard yells coming from behind a door and sighed low, glad that I decided to come back. I knew it was none of my business but at the same time, I couldn't just pretend it didn't affect me. So many things were left unsaid between these two but even if I was happy they were finally sharing their thoughts, I would have hoped it would have been calmly with a drink or something like that. It was stupid of me to have expected something like that, though, knowing that both my friends had explosive and strong personalities.

I let my keys fall on the coffee table and walked slowly to the hall, leaning against the wall right in front of Louis' door.

"Really Louis? Really? You're serious?" Millie seemed angrier than I had ever heard her and I leaned my head against the wall.

"What now?" Louis yelled back. "What the fuck did you fucking expect Millie? That this stupid thing was gonna last forever?"

"Stupid? No you are stupid Louis Tomlinson!" she screamed again, her voice cracking slightly. I was sure Louis didn't notice, but I did. "What we have matters! It's important ok!"

"What we had, Millie! It's over!"

"Why? Because you found some new bitch that you wanna shag? Shag her as long as you want and then come back! What we have is stronger than just a fucking lust story!"

"Oh Mill..." I whispered very low, closing my eyes and shaking my head lightly.

"She's not just some girl okay! I... I have feelings for her!"

Silence. I waited a few more seconds and opened my eyes again, moving my head back to look at the door. I almost expected Millie to storm out but she didn't and I waited for what seemed like half an hour. All I could hear was the thumping of my heart in my chest.

"I thought you loved me." Millie let out softly. "You said you loved me..."

"I do Millie, I love you. You're my best friend. But I'm not in love with you." Louis explained, making me let out a low curse word. That must have hurt Millie so bad I had to swallow hard as it reminded me of my own pain. "Please, Millie."

"Don't touch me!"

"Come on, Millie, I don't want to lose you." Louis confessed, making my grimace and groan low. It was such a hurtful thing to say to someone you just broke the heart to, and I wanted to open the door and force Millie out so she wouldn't have to hear any more of his painful words.

"You should have thought about that before."

I held my breath and got back on my feet, my back straight, when the door opened. Millie came face to face with me, her eyes red but her head high and I was fucking impressed by her strength. We stared at each other for a while until Louis appeared behind her, holding the door, his eyes moving from me to Millie and then back to me.

"What are you doing here?" he asked me with a frown.

"I live here."

"Right here? In the hall?" Louis let out sarcastically.

I decided it was useless to answer and just looked back at him. I knew he was somehow right and that I probably shouldn't have listened to their fight but it's not like I wouldn't have been able to hear it from my room anyway.

"Okay, I'm going to bed." Millie let out rudely, throwing one of her hands up and shaking her head. Her voice became softer when her eyes met mine, though. "Good night, Niall."

"Good night, Mill." I replied gently, searching for her fingers and squeezing them.

She didn't look at me but walked past me and my eyes found Louis again. We glared at each other until we heard Millie's door close roughly and Louis finally sighed loud.

"I told her." he pointed out in an angry tone as if I didn't already know. "Happy now?"

I knew he was mad at me and I didn't really care. I still thought it was the right thing to do and I would never think otherwise.

"Very."

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heyyyharry · 4 years

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Chapter 9: Forever Childhood

(from the My Girl Trilogy: Stay Mine)

…in which childhood is not forever, but it doesn’t have to end.

Word count: 8k

AU: actor!Harry, childhood best friends, older!Harry, younger!Y/N, (4-year age gap).

Wattpad link (Thea as Y/N)

What to expect from this chapter: Many flashback scenes and LOTS LOTS LOTS of fluff.

“Knock knock.”

“Dad, you don’t have to say knock knock while actually knocking,” Y/N said without taking her eyes off the laptop screen. The door closed behind her as her dad walked in, squeezed her shoulders and kissed the top of her head twice.

“Why aren’t you with your friends in the backyard?”

“The treehouse’s gone; there’s nothing to do in the backyard,” she said, typing away. “And I’m sorry beforehand if Alice and Niall do something to Marcy’s flowers. Niall probably has never seen a garden as small as ours, and Alice is unpredictably crazy.”

“They’d make a good couple."

“Don’t tell Alice. She’d lose her mind,” Y/N said.

Feeling her dad peering at the screen, she tilted her head back to see his face. “What do you think?”

He leaned forward with both hands on the back of her chair, shaking his head. “A masterpiece. Shakespeare wished he’d come up with this.”

She snorted, leering at him. “From now on, all yours and Harry’s comments about my work are invalid.”

“We’re your biggest fans, Y/N.”

“That’s the problem. Love cancels honesty in this case.”

“Oh, God.”

Her dad spun her swivel chair around so they were face to face as he sat on the edge of her bed, his legs spread wide, elbows resting on his knees. He clasped his hands together in front and cocked his head. “Take a short break and talk to me, will you?”

She drummed her fingers on the armrests. “About my book?”

“Yeah, your book. And, well...boys.”

“Daaaad." She tossed her head back, groaning into her palms like an embarrassed teenager. “If this is about Blake and Harry–”

“Blake Roman,” her dad hissed as if the name was toxic. “I can’t believe you’re hanging out with him again. Is he still riding that stupid motorcycle from high school?”

“No. And Harry also owned a motorcycle, Dad.” He’d also crashed it and ended up in the hospital. There was no way she’d tell her dad about it.

“Well, I’m already biased, so Harry is good no matter what he does," her dad said. "I’m team Harry, by the way. That’s what you kids say, right? Team Edward. Team Jacob.”

Y/N dropped her face into her palms, shaking her head in defeat.

Her dad cleared his throat. “You and Harry are endgame, Y/N.”

“Oh my God, Dad!” She couldn’t help laughing as she looked up, smoothed her hair down and held it at her neck. “Marcy made you watch Riverdale again, didn’t she?”

“I kind of like it now,” he said thoughtfully. “It’s so dramatic. Everyone’s in love with everyone.”

“Yeah. I’m pretty sure the show writers are men your age.”

“That makes a lot more sense.”

“Anyway,” she giggled lightly. “You don’t have to worry about me. I’m team Harry, too; I can’t believe you made me say that.” She rolled her eyes, shaking her head. “Blake and I were a long time ago. I love Harry more than I can put into words.” She leaned back into her chair and puffed out her cheeks. “Though sometimes I feel like I can never be good enough. He’s just this wonderful person who does great things, and I’m just...I’m still trying to figure my life out.”

“And what’s wrong with that?”

She bit a nail. “People don’t think we’re compatible.”

“Do Marcy and I seem compatible to you?”

“You and Marcy are different.”

“How?”

“I don’t know. You just are.”

No couple was like her and Harry, which could be a good thing sometimes. Just not recently. Their conversation last night had made her feel more assured, but there was still this unsettling feeling she couldn’t seem to shake off. She’d told herself it only mattered what Harry thought of her; who cared about the others? As it turned out, she cared. More than she wanted to.

“Your feelings are normal, darling,” her dad said, rubbing the stubble on his chin. “To love is to set down your arrogance and allow yourself to be vulnerable. It proves that your love is worth it. Harry is worth it. And when something or someone is worth it, you have to hold onto them.”

“That’s beautiful, Dad," Y/N said, her eyebrows high. "Mind if I steal the quote for my book?”

“It’s not mine. It was your mother’s,” her dad answered.

A brief silence arose. The last time they’d talked about her mother had been a year ago. It wasn’t because they’d get awkward now that her dad had moved on; but because either one or both of them would get sad. She could deal with awkward. Sadness, however...

“I came to see her last night,” she said, pinching her lower lip.

“I know.”

“Harry told you?” When her dad nodded, a corner of her mouth turned up. “Are you like BFFs with my boyfriend now?”

Her dad let out a short breathy laugh as he rolled his shoulders. “I think I deserved to know when my adult daughter trespassed upon a cemetery.”

“I won’t do that again. Promise,” she said to her hands while picking at her nails. “I just...wanted to feel like a teenager again. Break the rules. Do crazy things without caring about the consequences. It’s dumb, I know. But being an adult has been hard lately.”

“Tell me about it,” he agreed with a growl, and they shared a laugh.

As silence sank in, her eyes darted to his face, considering his aging features. It wasn’t until today that she realised how much older he looked than he had when she moved to London; the wrinkles on his forehead and temples stood out much more; his eyes became wearier, his lips thinner. Those three years were evident on his kind face. It made her sad that he was growing old, and she hadn’t always been the best daughter to him since her mother had passed away.

She was getting older, too.

She pushed herself up, padded over to the bed, and sat down by his side. He folded her into his arms and pressed a kiss to her temple.

“It feels good to be home,” she whispered, cheek against his chest. “I wish I was still a little girl.”

“You are,” he said, stroking her hair. “You’re my little girl. Always.”

“Dad, where’s Mum?”

“She’s with Anne in the backyard.”

“Oh,” Y/N mumbled, frozen at the kitchen door like a Sim stuck in a glitch. It felt weird that her family still hung out with Harry’s now that she and Harry were no longer friends.

She shook her head to put aside the thoughts. “Well, I’m going out now.”

“With Celine and Amala?”

Her dad’s question stopped her before she turned. She leaned against the doorframe, one hand fumbling with the doorknob. “Why does it matter who I hang out with?”

“It matters if it’s that biker boy. What’s his name again?”

“Blake.”

“Yes.” Her dad crossed his arms, his eyes squinted. “The other parents aren’t very fond of him. I’ve heard stories about what he’s done to those girls.”

Blake had a bad reputation with the parents, mainly because he’d broken their daughters’ hearts.

“Well, he hasn’t done anything to me.”

“Yet,” her dad stated, his brows pinched together.

Y/N lifted her shoulder in a half-shrug. “Maybe I’ll break his heart this time.”

“Y/N…”

“Bye!”

She zipped out of the kitchen just in time Blake’s motorcycle roared in the drive. He opened the visor, smiled at her with his eyes, and she mounted his vehicle and put on her helmet.

“As slow as you can,” she said, looking back at the house.

Her dad was watching from the living room window as the motorcycle rumbled to life and drove away.

Y/N was helping Marcy in the kitchen when she looked out of the window and saw Blake’s car in front of their house. The doorbell rang. She cursed under her breath and told Marcy she’d be right back. As she scuttled out of the kitchen, her dad was heading to the front door. She slipped right past him and reached for the handle first.

"Hi, Y/N," Blake said as he greeted Y/N and her dad with a respectful smile. “Good morning, Mr Y/L/N.”

“It’s ‘sir’ to you.”

“Yes, sir.”

Y/N slapped her forehead as her dad gave Blake the firmest handshake she’d ever seen. If Blake had hands like Niall, he’d be in the hospital with broken fingers.

“What gave me the pleasure to finally see you on our doorsteps today?”

“Dad.”

Her dad ignored her when she nudged him with an elbow. “Funny how you’d dated my daughter for two years, and we’ve never had a proper conversation.”

“Forgive me, sir. I was a stupid teenager back then,” Blake said as he rubbed the back of his neck. It was only then that Y/N saw him holding a brown paper box in his left arm.

“Well, let’s put the past in the past,” her dad said, squeezing her shoulder as she shot him a glare.

Blake pointed to his car. “I’m going back to London now. I stopped by to see if Y/N needed a ride.”

Her dad pushed out his lower lip as he turned to her. “You’re going with Harry tonight, right?”

“Yes. But thank you for driving me home yesterday,” she said to Blake. “How’s your grandma?”

“Oh, she’s fine. Turned out she lied about being sick so I’d come home to see her,” he breathed out a laugh and cleared his throat as he held out the box. “She made cupcakes and asked me to bring some to you.”

Before Y/N could answer, her dad took the box and went back inside. She decided to ignore him.

“I can’t believe she remembers me,” she told Blake.

“You were the only girl I’ve brought to see her,” he said.

Not knowing how to reply, she shuffled from one foot to the other, hands clasped behind her back. Blake took it as a sign to end the conversation as he told her he’d see her in London, then returned to his car.

She waited until he started the engine to close the door and came back to the kitchen. Marcy was reorganising their fridge, while Y/N’s dad counted the cupcakes in the box.

“...ten, eleven, twelve.”

He picked one and looked at her. When she waved her hand for permission, he took a bite and released a satisfied hum. She knew Grandma Roman's cupcakes were good; she'd eaten them plenty of times before.

“Good morning!” Harry said like a game show host as he entered from their backdoor and grabbed her from behind. “Girlfriend.” He kissed her cheek before turning to her dad and Marcy. “Bradford. Marcy.”

“There’s my superstar!” Marcy said with a quick glance over her shoulder.

“Want one?” Y/N’s dad held the box toward Harry, who brightened like a kid in a candy store as he leaned forward to grab a cupcake.

“Blake just brought them here,” Y/N told him.

He froze for a second, then took a large bite and started chewing extravagantly. “I’ll eat all of these so you won’t get poisoned by another man's love," he said with his mouth full.

She looped an arm around his head from below and drew his face in so she could whisper in his ear, “Don’t be jealous. I swallow your love all the time.”

His hand instantly flew to her mouth to muffle her giggles when her dad stared at them questioningly. “What is it?”

“Y/N said a bad word," Harry said, his dimple growing.

Her dad jabbed at her with his finger, and she crossed her arms, scowling at Harry. “Teacher’s pet."

Once he finished the cupcake, she dragged him to the living room. Their mouths attached right as they were alone. She snogged him hungrily, back against the wall, fingers in his hair. His massive hands went under her velvet tennis skirt and caressed her arse, while his mouth trailed down her neck, sucking the sensitive spot below her ear. She loved when he paid attention to that spot; it made her toes tingle.

She could hear her dad talking to Marcy about building a birdhouse in their backyard. They’d spend at least an hour on any topic related to the garden, so Harry and Y/N could have sex right on the sofa in the middle of the living room without getting caught. She just didn’t want to risk it, even though that idea was pervertishly exciting.

“My room. Come on.”

“Can’t,” he groaned and held her back by the hips. Her fake shocked expression got him laughing as he kissed between her brows, the tip of her nose, her upper lip. “I miss you terribly, but I still need to talk to my mum.”

“You haven’t?”

“She’d gone out when I woke up,” he sighed and rubbed her pout with his thumb. “I’ll come back to play with you later. Promise.”

She stuck out her tongue, eyes rolled upward. As he kissed her neck and placed his hands on her bum, the sound of someone clearing their throat broke them apart. They saw Alice and Niall watching them judgingly from the kitchen door.

“I ate some of your Blake cupcakes. Hope you don’t mind,” Niall said with an apologetic grin.

“Told ya he was worse,” Y/N said to Harry, who arched his lips in a smirk and kissed her temple before he left. Niall raised his palm, expecting a high-five as Harry strutted by, but Harry high-fived Niall’s forehead instead and disappeared through the front door.

Harry’s mum was crying.

He didn’t know what had happened as he’d just woken up and gone to the kitchen. Gemma had spent the night at her best friend’s place, so there were just him and his mum.

His mum wiped her tears with the sleeve of her jumper and poured black coffee into the ‘No. 1 MUM’ mug – a gift from Gemma on Mother’s Day. Harry stood like a ghost in the doorway, picking at his nails while holding his breath. Like observing a squirrel from a distance, if he made a sound or came too close, it would run away and find a place to hide. His mum wouldn’t run and hide, but she'd fake a smile and act like nothing was wrong. There was nothing worse than wanting to cry but couldn’t.

“Why are you standing there, dork?”

Gemma’s voice made him jump, and his mum shot her head up, looking straight at him like a deer in headlights. Gemma stopped beside him, her mouth formed a silent ‘o’ as she finally caught on to what was happening.

Gemma wasn’t like him. She was straightforward.

“Mum, are you crying?”

Their mum sighed. She gracefully slid into a chair, lifted the mug to her chapped lips with both hands, and blew into her coffee. Harry and Gemma exchanged worrying looks as they walked in. Harry sat on their mum’s left, Gemma on her right. Their mum put down her coffee without having taken a sip and wrapped each arm around each of them.

“I’m sorry you had to see that,” she said, her voice too brittle, like it would break if she spoke any louder.

“Was it something Gemma did?” Harry asked, and Gemma swatted him on the arm.

“It’s ‘He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named’,” she said.

Harry’s heart jumped a little, then he saw the distress on his mum's and Gemma’s face, and his mouth clamped shut before he blurted out something stupid.

Gemma hated their dad. When she was in a good mood, she called him Winton. The other times, she’d refer to him as ‘that man’, ‘You-Know-Who’, or ‘He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named’; she was obsessed with Harry Potter.

Harry felt wrong to still call their dad Dad inside his head. In front of Gemma and their mum, he wouldn’t mention Dad at all. The last time he’d done it, his mum had cried. She didn’t hate his dad; she loved him, which was much worse.

“You two don’t have to worry about me,” she said, looking out of the window by the sink. The sky was grey and turning dark. “This kind of weather makes me tired and moody.” Then she asked Harry, “what would you like for breakfast?”

As he opened his mouth to answer, Gemma interjected, “Is he coming back? Is that why you’re upset? Let me know and I won’t let him come near our house, I–”

“Gemma,” their mother cut her off. “He’s not coming back. He’s never coming back.” Then she paused for an indecisive moment. “A friend of mine saw him in Manchester last night; he was with someone else. His new wife. Maybe his girlfriend. But he’s never coming back.”

Harry didn’t know why she could say something in a matter-of-fact tone and still make it sound so sad. It must have taken her years of practice to act like she was fine when she wasn't.

Before he knew it, a tear had escaped the corner of his eye. He quickly wiped it off his cheek so his mum and sister couldn’t see him cry. He didn’t want to make this moment about him.

Gemma wrapped her arms around their mum’s waist, and he did it too, his arms over Gemma's. They both rested their head against their mother's chest. Being on her left, he could hear the beating of her heart so clearly as if it was his own. If hugs could heal all types of wounds, his mum's hugs could bring a dead person back to life. He would never tell her, though; stuff like this was too dark for her liking.

“We don’t need him; we’re fine the way we are. Just the three of us,” Gemma said. She sounded like she was going to cry, but Harry knew she’d never cry. At least not in front of him.

The last time he’d seen her cry had been a few weeks ago. This boy named Eli had just broken up with her. She’d been in her room. The door had been left unlocked (she must have forgotten to lock it). He’d burst in to prank her with a plastic snake when she shot her head up, mascara running down her face. He’d been frozen when she marched over and slammed the door in his face. They’d never talked about that.

“Just the three of us,” their mum repeated, sounding more cheerful than before as she squeezed them a little tighter. “Now I’m going to make you some eggs, and after breakfast, we’ll grow some new plants in our garden, yeah?”

“Can I use the shovel this time?” Gemma asked.

“She always gets to use the shovel!” Harry objected.

After breakfast, their mum went to the shop and brought home a new shovel.

When Harry returned to the house, he found Gemma sitting with their mum in the kitchen.

With a twitch of her lips, which was meant to be a smile, his mother motioned to the chair beside her and told him to take a seat. His heart was losing its rhythm as he padded around the table to sit on her left.

“I’ve told her,” Gemma said right as he opened his mouth. Mouth still open, he glanced at his mum, who brought a hand to his face and cupped his cheek.

“You might think I’m angry at you, but I’m not, Harry,” she said. “I can’t stop you from wanting to take him back. He’s still your father.”

“He’s not our father. He’s Winton,” Gemma said, eyes piercing at Harry. “Tell her.”

He couldn’t. And his mum knew it. She batted Gemma’s request away with an easy wave of her hand and said, “Your brother is entitled to his own feelings, Gem. Besides, Winton–” it was the first time he’d heard her say that name “–has paid for our losses with his own. I don’t think I can ever forgive him for what he’s done to us, but I do feel sorry for him. And I think Harry has done the right thing by treating him and his daughter with kindness. And Gemma, you have also done the right thing by being protective of your brother.”

“I was protecting all three of us.” Gemma pouted like a little girl as she snuggled into their mother’s arm.

“It’s always gonna be the three of us, Gem,” their mother said, stroking their hair tenderly. “No matter who comes and goes in and out of our lives. We’re together forever. You’re always gonna be my babies. Nothing is going to change that.”

When Harry heard a sniffle, he almost didn’t pay attention, until he saw Gemma covering her eyes, her shoulders rising and falling unsteadily.

She was crying. What had happened? Was it because of him? Oh no, what had he done?

“Ashton broke up with me,” she muttered in sobs.

“Son of a bitch!” Harry half-shouted. Their mum shot him a disapproving glare, which he ignored as his hands squeezed into fists, clenching so hard his knuckles turned white. He felt like he could punch a hole in the wall or kick a chair to release his anger.

The last time he’d seen Gemma cry, she’d cried over an asshole. Now she was crying over another asshole. This time must be worse because she didn’t lock herself in a room. Her tears just came falling, and they didn’t stop.

Harry didn’t know much about Asher because Gemma barely talked about her relationships. But he’d always sensed something douchey about that rich bloke.

“Was he cheating on you?” he asked.

“No.” Gemma shook her head. “It’s nothing like that.” She kept her face down and rubbed her eyes with the heel of her palm. “It’s not an official break up. He asked for a short break…”

“Fucking asshole.” Harry exhaled sharply, his lip drawn back in a snarl. “Do you want me to talk to him?”

“No, Harry, please. I don’t want you to do anything. Just–” she halted to suck in a rapid breath “–I just want you to know. Please don’t do anything.”

His stomach twisted as he got up and wrapped his arms around his mum and Gemma. When he was small, he’d wished to be older and bigger, so he could hold them both at once and protect them from all the bad things in the world. Now that they fit so perfectly in his embrace, the best he could do was simply be their shoulder to cry on.

Isaac should have knocked.

Three sets of eyes fell on him like he’d committed a crime in broad daylight. He was about to apologise and return to the living room when he caught a glimpse of Gemma, and noticed the faint black smudges below her bottom lashes.

She’d been crying. Harry looked like he needed a punching bag. And Anne was staring blankly at her coffee cup.

It wasn’t because of Isaac, was it? Had Gemma told them what had happened that day outside the coffee shop? And yesterday in the car. And last night, when she brought him an extra blanket before bed. All they’d done was kiss, and yet he felt like he’d ruined her life. He wouldn’t be surprised if Harry tackled him to the floor right this instant.

It was Gemma who got up first. She blinked rapidly as if to hold back her tears and brushed past him out of the kitchen.

“There you are, Isaac,” Anne said as she pushed away from the table. “Sit. I’ll make you breakfast.”

“Thanks, Anne. You’re the best,” Isaac said and pulled up a seat across from Harry.

Isaac could see his snowball of lies rolling straight downhill at full speed, and right before it crashed down on him, Harry broke the silence.

“Did Gem say anything to you on the drive here?”

“No, she didn’t,” Isaac said. “Did something happen? Was she crying?”

Harry furiously raked his fingers through his hair. “That son of a bitch broke up with her.”

“Asher?”

“Yeah.”

“When?”

“Before she came here with you, I think. She didn’t say anything at all?”

“No.” Isaac shook his head, his right fist tightened on his knee under the table. They’d kissed three times, and she hadn’t bothered to tell him about the breakup.

At least now he knew the killer look on Harry’s face had been for Asher, not him. And only his first kiss with Gemma had been wrong; even when it had felt everything but.

“Mum, I’m going to Y/N’s,” Harry announced, then came to give Anne a kiss before he left.

Gemma knocked on the door of Harry’s dorm room, fingers clutching the hem of her shirt.

Maybe she should have let him know she’d come to London. She’d been afraid he’d say he was busy. She had to see him. Not to talk about her recent breakup, of course. Harry didn’t know about the guy because she never told him.

Her friends had warned her beforehand that this relationship was going to go sour, and as always, she hadn’t listened. She didn’t want to come to them and whine about it now; they’d punish her with endless I told you so’s.

When the door swung open, it wasn’t Harry.

A tall blond-haired lad asked Gemma whom she was looking for. He looked like a human Ken doll and smelt like a Calvin Klein holiday pop-up. Her mind stuttered for a whole second.

“Sorry, I must have come to the wrong room.”

“Wait. Gemma, right?” he asked, pointing a finger at her. “You’re Harry’s sister.”

“Does Harry live here?”

“Yes, I’m his roommate. Isaac.” He opened the door wider and nodded his head inside. “Come in. Harry will be back soon.”

She reluctantly entered. The room was neat and had a mild floral scent, which made her doubt her brother actually lived here; his room at home was always a pigsty. When she saw his guitar in the corner of the room, her shoulders rounded with relief.

Isaac sat on the bottom bunk and beckoned her over. She did as she was bid and took a seat in the chair across from him.

“He didn’t know you were coming?” he asked.

“No. I wanted to surprise him.” It didn’t matter if it wasn’t the truth. She barely knew this lad anyway.

Isaac looked away, his lips pressed together as he drummed his fingers on the mattress. The conversation turned sour. Neither knew what to say. Gemma scanned her eyes around the room, desperately wanting to find a topic to discuss so they wouldn’t have to stay silent until Harry returned. Fuck, she hated small talks.

“You’re a photographer?” she asked as soon as she spotted the expensive cameras displayed on the shelf by the bunk bed.

“I major in Photography.”

“Wicked.”

He chuckled at her awkward comment. His eyes were even bluer and clearer than the ocean. Was that a dimple she saw? Shit, had she been staring?

“What do you study, Gemma? You’re a student, right?”

“I major in Economics,” her voice was so soft it sounded like she was embarrassed by the answer. She wasn’t. This guy was just really attractive, and attractive people intimidated her.

“So you’re really smart,” he said, a line appeared between his perfectly even brows.

“People who do arts are really smart, too.”

“I never said we aren’t.” He lifted his shoulders. “But in my opinion, economists are up here on the 'really smart' scale.” He raised his hand above his head, which got her beaming. “I can’t deal with numbers. They make my head hurt,” he added. “Harry, on the other hand, is excellent at those sorts of things. And somehow he wants to become an actor.”

“I know right? I hate how almost perfect he is,” Gemma groaned. “But he’s a very messy person. Has he been a terrible roommate?”

“He’s actually pleasant to live with. My last roommate always had sex while I was in the room,” Isaac said with a look of disgust. “I used to have the upper bunk. One night I thought there was an earthquake until I heard them moaning.”

“Oh my God,” she exclaimed, covering her mouth and giggling lightly.

Isaac pretended to shiver with his whole body. “I get goosebumps just thinking about it. When I moved to this room, I went straight to the bottom one,” he said, patting the empty spot beside him.

Another moment of awkward silence passed by.

“I’m just thankful that Harry doesn’t bring girls back here," Isaac said. "Some nights he doesn’t come back at all, so it’s like I’ve got this room all to myself.”

Gemma rolled her eyes. “When he was at home, he always snuck out in the middle of the night. He was such a ladies man.”

“Still is.”

“Oh no!” Harry’s voice made their heads shoot to the door. “How long have you two been talking about me?”

“Not long enough,” Isaac answered as he pushed himself up and grabbed his black camera bag on the desk beside the bed. To Gemma, he said, “When we meet again, I expect more of his embarrassing stories.”

“Hurry the fuck up, Isaac.” Harry aggressively clapped his hands like Gordon Ramsay on those cooking shows. “Lindsey is waiting downstairs. And she told me to tell you to hurry the fuck up.”

Of course Isaac had a girlfriend. Gemma didn't expect anything and still, she was disappointed. She bet his girlfriend looked like a Barbie doll.

“Coming, coming.” Isaac threw the bag over his shoulder and saluted Gemma as he walked backwards toward the door. “Hope to see you again soon, Gemma,” he said, his little dimple popping again.

There must be something wrong with her. Gemma was sure of it.

She sat on her childhood bed, back against the headboard, chewing on her nail. Despite having stopped crying a while ago, her eyes still felt too heavy as more tears threatened to spill at any moment.

She heard a knock on the door, and assumed it was her mum because Harry never knocked (when he did, never so gently). Too bad, it wasn't her mum.

Isaac lifted a hand awkwardly to say hi when she opened the door, a boyish grin stretching his rosy lips. He had what she liked to call (in her head) ‘a secret dimple’. Hers and Harry’s dimples would go all out with only a slight twitch of their mouths, while Isaac’s dimple was reserved for certain people – those he cared a bit more than the others to smile a bit wider so his dimple became visible. It always was when he saw her.

She decided not to think too much about it.

“Your mum told me to tell you to come downstairs for breakfast,” he said.

Had anyone told him he looked like a Ken doll?

“I’ve already eaten with Harry this morning.” She rubbed her forearms while avoiding eye contact. “Anything else?”

God, she sounded like a bitch. It’d sounded less rude in her head.

“Are you okay?” he asked, unbothered by her obnoxious attitude. As she took too long to answer (she wasn’t going to, anyway), he went straight to the point. “Why didn’t you tell me that you and your boyfriend broke up?”

“We didn’t actually break up, he–” broke up with me “We took a short break.”

“After you’d told him about us?”

“No. I haven’t got a chance to.”

She couldn’t believe she was lying to Isaac. It shouldn’t have come as a surprise as she hadn’t been truthful to anyone since Winton had returned, not even to herself. She’d said she didn’t want to see him; she’d lied. She’d said she couldn’t understand why Harry could forgive Winton; she’d lied. She’d said she’d been in a happy relationship; she’d lied. She’d said she didn’t like Isaac, not like that; she’d lied.

She’d been lying so much it got easier and easier each time. Now it was impossible to stop.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Isaac repeated the question she’d tried to avoid.

“Didn’t feel like it was important,” she said to her feet.

“Wow, okay.”

She looked at him through her lashes. His secret dimple was gone. His jawline turned sharper as he tried not to frown.

“You know what? Forget it,” he sounded out of breath as he dropped his head and rubbed the corner of his eye with a finger. She pulled on his sleeve, and he backed away, still gazing at the floor.

“I’m done with whatever this is, Gem,” he said. “I’m tired of being somebody’s temporary something. Second choice, an opportunity, a rebound, whatever you call it.”

She knew what he meant. Y/N had chosen Harry over him. Gemma didn’t know much about his relationship with Emilia, but that girl had exploited Isaac’s kindness. He was too nice for everyone, especially Gemma.

“It’s me, Isaac. I’m the problem,” she said before he turned away, closing her eyes as it felt like she was talking to herself and not to him. “I think something’s wrong with me.”

“What are you saying?”

She allowed herself to look at him. His doll-like lips curved into a frown. All she could think about was how pretty he looked.

“I’m messed up,” she mumbled, pointing to the left side of her chest. “In here…

“I’ve spent my whole life chasing after men who reminded me of my dad. I throw myself into relationships in which I have to fight for a man’s love and attention. And when there’s someone who genuinely cares about me, I push him away because I don’t feel like I deserve it. I hurt people who love me and cry over the ones who don’t. And you’re the last person I want to hurt because…

“Because you’re the best of them all.”

After this, Isaac might never look at her the same way again. The last guy she’d opened up to had told her she’d had daddy issues and needed therapy, which wasn’t entirely wrong though he could have been nicer about it. Isaac, however, would never say such things.

“I also feel that way,” he said after a moment’s silence.

She nodded, biting her lower lip. She thought she knew what he meant, until he added, “You’re the best of them all, Gem.”

Her eyes shot at him, and his secret dimple reappeared. Before she could restart her brain, he took one large step, his long arms draped around her.

“Want some help with that?”

Harry’s head snapped up, his eyes widened at the man in his drive. He recognised the man right away. That was his neighbour. Y/N’s dad.

Harry had only talked to Y/N's mum because Y/N's dad – with a squared stern face and angry brows – reminded Harry of his Biology teacher. Mr Johnson hated Harry because Harry barely passed most of his exams. But Bradford barely knew Harry beside the fact that Harry lived next door and was friends with Y/N.

Harry shifted his eyes between his bicycle lying defeatedly on the lawn and back at Bradford, who was still waiting for an answer. Harry wanted to say he got this. But his hands were covered with the ‘black stuff’ from having spent the last hour trying to tighten the chain on his bicycle.

Bradford broke into a toothy smile – which changed his entire face (in a good way) – and walked across the yard toward Harry.

Harry stepped aside, hands in his trousers pockets as Bradford got down on one knee and observed the crime scene. Harry felt like he should report what had happened though it was obvious. “The chain is too loose. It keeps coming undone while I ride.”

“I see.” Bradford slapped his hands on his thighs and pushed himself upright. He mimicked Harry’s posture with both hands in his pockets as he cocked his head toward his house. “Bring it to my garage. I’ll fix it.”

Harry stumbled over the bicycle, picked it up and rolled it after Bradford.

Y/N had always complained about her dad and described him as somewhat apathetic and narcissistic. Now that Harry had interacted with Bradford, he thought Bradford was pretty cool. Probably because Harry didn’t know what it was like to have a dad who didn’t only fix his bicycle, but also taught him how to maintain and clean it.

He wished Bradford would play football with him and take him fishing, too.

“I admire you, Harry,” Bradford said as he sat on a tool and wiped his greasy hands with a tattered rag. “It’s Harry, right?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Call me Bradford.” Bradford smiled again. He looked like the Joker when he smiled. Not in a creepy way; his smile was just really wide and his teeth were really neat and white. Maybe he hated smiling because those teeth could blind people.

“I can’t. My mum would scold me.”

“You’re a good kid, Harry,” Bradford said as he clasped Harry’s bony shoulder with his large hand. “And I admire you because Y/N is really fond of you. It’s hard to get close to her, but you’re different. She never listens to me but would do anything you say.”

Bradford made it sound like Y/N was a little monster while she was the total opposite. When Harry thought of her, he thought of candy floss and daisies, and vanilla; she smelt like vanilla, and he loved vanilla.

“I really like Y/N,” he said, and when Bradford’s bright smile began to dim, Harry quickly added, “As a friend, sir. She’s like my little sister.”

To be honest, Harry didn’t think of Y/N as his little sister. She talked like a kid his age (only more naive), and he’d already got a sister. He and Gemma didn’t get along as well as he and Y/N did. He wasn’t sure what Y/N was to him. Definitely not a sister.

Bradford didn’t comment on what Harry had said. He patted Harry on the arm, got up and pointed to the bicycle. “If there’s any more problem, bring it to me.”

“Yes, sir,” Harry said, nodding quickly.

“I think it’s so cute that yours and Y/N’s family decided to build a gate between your backyards,” Alice said as soon as she saw Harry. She and Niall had brought the wooden chairs from the veranda outside to sit beside the tiny tree, which had grown about thirty centimetres since Harry’s mum had planted it.

Harry towered over to Niall and Alice while they sat like The Thinker, contemplating the plant as if it would grow legs and dance for them if they waited long enough.

“You really have nothing to do, huh?” he asked, holding back a laugh.

“Is this where you first met Y/N?” Alice asked him.

“Yeah.”

“You two should get married here,” Niall said.

“How tall will this tree be when you two finally get married?” Alice asked.

“Don’t know.”

“Ha!” Alice stabbed a finger at him. “You have thought about marrying Y/N.”

“Please let me know when you propose.”

Harry whipped around. It was a male voice so he didn’t know why his heart nearly burst through his chest thinking Y/N had heard the conversation.

Bradford stopped beside Harry and clasped Harry’s shoulder. “Got time? I need some help with the birdhouse.”

“Oh, you’re building it today?” Harry asked.

“Yup. You’re leaving tonight and I need help.”

They crossed the fence to the wooden shed in Bradford's backyard, which he’d built after the storm that had knocked down the tree.

There wasn’t a lot of work to do with the birdhouse. Harry had built one for an art project back in middle school; it was pretty simple. Bradford had only asked for his help so they’d finish quicker.

Harry cut the large piece of wood into different parts, and drilled holes into each of them so Bradford could sand the edges of the newly drilled holes.

“I can’t believe I used to fix your bicycle. Now you’re doing all the heavy work, and you’re dating my daughter," Bradford said.

“Dating Y/N is hard work, too, sir.”

“What?”

Harry stopped abruptly, his face pallid. “No, that was a joke, I–”

“Just messing with you.” Bradford laughed and motioned him to continue. “Y/N is hard work. So headstrong, just like her mother. But I think you’ll be fine with her. She’s different with you.”

“Thank you, sir.”

“Stop calling me sir. It’s Bradford.”

“Bradford,” Harry said.

“Good.” Bradford flashed his Joker smile, his teeth still as bright as they’d always been.

“So how’s the thing with your dad?” he asked while they were assembling the pieces together. Harry raised his brows, taken aback. “You don’t have to answer, by the way,” Bradford added. “Y/N didn’t tell me. Niall Horan did.”

Harry snorted. “You don’t have to call him Niall Horan. Just Niall.”

“Marcy kept calling him Niall Horan because she’s obsessed with him. I can’t just call him Niall.” Bradford stood straight and started stretching, his back made a pop. “Anyway, forget that I asked.” He stepped back, hands on his hips as he admired their finished work. “What do you think?”

“We should paint it,” Harry said.

Bradford stuck out his lower lip, rubbing his chin like an artist in a gallery. “Yeah. Maybe tomorrow. Y/N would kill me if I kept you here for too long.”

“Where is she?”

“Bedroom. Serious writer mode.”

Harry nodded understandingly as he wiped his dusty hands with a cloth. “I just told my mum about him. My dad."

“How did it go?”

“Better than I expected. She was fine with him coming back into our lives. I don’t know if she was just saying that or…”

“I think she meant it,” Bradford said. “It’s been twenty years, hasn’t it? And Anne is one of the most forgiving and loving people I know. You and Gemma are adults now; it’s fair that you get to make up your own mind.”

Harry pursed his lips. “You’re probably right."

“Anyway.” Bradford waved dismissively. “Thanks for your help. Now go check on Y/N.” Then he jabbed at Harry, his face stern again. “I trust you not to follow her into a cemetery again.”

“Never again, sir,” Harry said, straightened like a soldier.

Y/N stirred awake when she felt a warm body snuggling her from behind. She didn’t have to look to know it was Harry; his ‘Harry’ scent, which she was shamelessly addicted to, couldn’t be mistaken with anything else.

He held her waist tighter, pressed his face into her hair and said in a raspy voice, “Hi, baby. Sleep well?”

“I can’t believe I fell asleep,” she groaned and flipped over to face him, slipping her hands under the pillow. “How long have you been watching me sleep, Edward?”

A corner of his lips rose at the Twilight reference. He rubbed her stomach and trailed his hand under her shirt. His warmth against her cool skin made her shiver.

“Actually, your dad told me to go check on you.”

“Hmm. Did he give you shit for taking me to the cemetery last night?”

“Psst. He knew you forced me to go.”

“You’re trying to steal my dad. Not cool, Harry.” She scrunched up her nose which made him laugh. He brushed her hair out of her face and pressed a kiss to her cheek.

“Been writing?”

“I pulled an allnighter.”

“I knew it,” he said, probably to himself. “Why do you keep working on the story, though? I thought it’d been finished and sent.”

“Sent to Laura, who sent it right back.”

“Why?”

“Because it wasn’t good enough.”

“She said it was good,” Harry said.

Y/N flipped onto her back and placed her arm over her forehead as he propped his head up in his hand. “Not good good. Not ready-to-publish good,” she said tiredly.

“It’s the story of us. It’s good good.”

She squinted her eyes at him. “If you’re suggesting that I use your name for PR–”

“What? No. Why do you always think the worst of me?”

“You tell me.”

He rolled his eyes and snorted at her pouty face. “What I meant was, it’s a story about us, so it's good the way you wrote it.”

She flipped onto her stomach, cheek in her hand as she blew out her cheeks. “After all the changes I've made, it’s not the story of us anymore.”

“Is it supposed to be a good thing.”

“If I get published. Yeah.”

“Why do you want to get published?”

“Because I want to become a real writer?” She looked at him funny. Did he really ask her that?

“You are a real writer, Bambi,” he said softly and tucked a strand behind her ear. “So when you get published, it should be your original story. Childhood doesn’t last forever, but in your world…” he poked at her chest “...it does…

“And our childhood was too beautiful to be contaminated by those commercialised inputs. I want our children to read it and see us. Not some fictional characters who are nothing like us.”

“Our children?” She wiggled her eyebrows.

“Our separate children because we’ll obviously marry other people,” he joked and she playfully shoved his head into the pillow.

She climbed on top of him to straddle his waist and brought his palm to her cheek. He stroked it with his thumb. “I love when you say things,” she said. “You should be a writer.”

“But I’m not.” He slipped his hand free to boop her nose. “You are. You’ve always been. And I’m your biggest fan.”

“You’ll have to compete with my dad for that position.”

“Oh?” He pretended to look worried. “Okay then, between you and me, I’m your biggest fan.”

Harry had fallen asleep with his head on Y/N's shoulder. He’d asked if he could stay and watch her write. “You look sexy when you momentarily forget I exist,” he’d joked. Fifteen minutes later, he was snoring.

She carefully propped his head on a pillow, put down her laptop, and slid out of bed, taking her phone with her. Once she was outside her room, she closed the door and called Laura.

“Yes, my favourite client of all time?” Laura said cheerfully. She always said that, but Y/N didn’t think she meant it.

“Hey, Laura. About my book, I...uhm...I was wondering if it’d be okay if we...you know...discuss the changes again? To be honest, I don’t feel comfortable with most of them.”

“Y/N,” Laura stressed the name like it was the hardest word in the dictionary. Y/N bit her lip as she braced herself for a long speech of ‘trust me, I’m your agent’. But then Laura said, “You’re the writer. I may have given you a bunch of notes, but they were just suggestions. You’re the decision-maker here. It’s your story, and it’s good. That’s why I wanted to work with you in the first place.”

Y/N’s heart leapt as she pressed a fist to her forehead.

“Send me an email of the changes you’d like to make. We’ll discuss when you get back to London, okay?”

“Thank you. Thank you so much!” Y/N brightened. She couldn’t wait to tell Harry and her dad. They would get so excited and smug and probably tell her, ‘I told you to believe in yourself’ or some cheesy shit like that.

She loved her goofy men.

“This is why you’re my favourite client, Y/N,” Laura said before they ended the call. “You always know what you want.”

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crocodileniall · 4 years

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Epilogue pt 1

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“So maybe we chose each other,” Niall smiled, reaching his hand out to smooth over her pajama clad thigh. “I have no complaints.”

Clementine didn’t have to think before she said, “me either.”

“But if you had complaints, you’d tell me?” Niall asked, eyebrows furrowing. “Like really.”

“Of course,” Clementine murmured. “Niall, you know I’ve gotten better at that.”

“I know,” Niall nodded. There had been many fights because Clementine couldn’t say what she meant, or put what she needed into words. After a couple fights, the bigger picture was more apparent.

“Besides,” Clementine sighed, head tilting to the side as she looked up at him. “I couldn’t possibly complain. You’re too good to me, you know that?”

3 years later

Niall couldn’t count the amount of ballet’s he’s attended. He’d lost track forever ago. He can say, confidently, that each and every time he’s watched Clementine perform, his heart grows in his chest.

This time was no different. Clementine was on her 10th lead for The Royal Ballet. She was bored, she confessed to him just a few months ago. He understood her boredom. It was the same cycle over and over- and many of the shows she’d done dozens of time.

That’s how she’d come to the conclusion that it’d be her last show. Just for now, she added very quickly after she said. Niall had a funny feeling that within her off time she’d decide otherwise but that was another story.

Clementine thanked Niall profusely for coming, kissing him over and over, silly pecks that made him laugh, arms tightening around her waist.

“Okay okay,” Clementine’s mother laughed, prying her from Niall’s arms. “Let me get a hug in.”

Clementine let go of Niall, falling into her mother’s hug. Niall let her go, unwilling. Through the last couple of years Clementine had gone home lots of weekends, finding it a good change of pace.

“Mel said you guys are going to Italy,” her mother said, pulling away from Clementine. “Is this true?”

“It is true,” Niall nodded.

“Any big plans when you get there?” Her mother asked, eyes drifting from Niall to Clementine and then back to Niall.

“No just chill,” Clementine shook her head.

“Well that sounds mighty fun,” her mother sang, adjusting the bag on her shoulder.

Niall felt himself begin to get nervous under her prying eyes. He hoped she’d be able to tell from his eyes that the subject should be dropped. Clementine was unaware of the exchange, wrapping her arm around Niall’s waist, looking up at him with a smile.

“Oh Niall!” Clementine’s mother exclaimed. “I heard you have a new album coming out.”

Niall shot Clementine a look, eyes narrowed. Clementine laughed, patting him on the chest. “Love, it’s just mumsie. She won’t tell the press.”

“It’s a work in progress,” Niall clarified, eyes meeting her mother’s. “And a secret, at that.”

“My lips are sealed,” she smiled. “Anyways I think dad’s pulled the car around by now. We’re off back to Man. Busy day at the shop tomorrow. One more hug for the road?”

Clementine hugged her mother and then Niall was pulled in for a hug and a kiss on the cheek before they were off. Niall knew Clementine would be sad to see them go but it wouldn’t last long.

“Lemen!” A familiar voice shouted from behind them. Niall didn’t have to turn around to know it was Georgie.

“Hey!” Clementine exclaimed, immediately pulling her in for a hug. “How’ve you been? How’s the knee?”

“Ah it’s alright,” Georgie shrugged, waving her off. “I saw your performance. It was great. You killed it up there.”

“Thank you,” Clementine smiled. “That means a lot.”

Niall thought back to a couple years ago, the fallout they had. Georgie’s knee blew out and the pain, emotional and physical, was too much for her and she moved back home.

Niall wouldn’t say it was perfect timing, but it was the same time Clementine moved in with him. Liam was moved out soon after, getting a place with Danielle. They were engaged a few months later.

“We’re heading to Italy tomorrow,” Clementine told her, reaching out for Georgie’s hand. “You should come.”

“No I don’t want to intrude,” Georgie shook her head. For her that was a surprise. Not wanting to intrude.

“We want you to,” Clementine insisted. “It’s be so fun if we got everyone to go.”

“Go where?” Danielle asked, coming up behind them.

“To Italy!” Clementine exclaimed. “If the lot of us went to Italy. Niall and I will be there for a while but-but you guys should come.”

Niall wasn’t upset that Clementine invited everyone. He thought it might be fun to catch up with everyone. It’s been years since everyone was all together like old times.

Through those years apart, Niall could tell that everyone had grown and old fights wouldn’t seem as important as they’d used to. He hoped that everyone else would feel that way too.

Clementine pulled Niall from his thoughts, pulling on his hand, “hey Niall.”

“Hey what?” Niall answered, looking down at her.

“For dinner I want the biggest burger ever, a large fry, and milkshake,” Clementine told him, a big grin on her face.

“That sounds incredible,” Niall smiled, throwing an arm over her shoulder. He pressed a kiss to her cheek as they began walking toward the door.

Through their time living together, Clementine had convinced and encouraged him to take on her eating habits and workouts. He would admit, he didn’t mind it in the least. Spending time with her was motivation enough.

As promised, they got the meal of Clementine’s dreams. They spread the food out on the coffee table, the telly on in the background.

Niall would say they’ve become experts at wasting time together. It was second nature, sprawling out on the couch together. It was his favorite thing to do and now that Clementine was taking her break, it was something they got to do more of.

Finally after a full stomach, Clementine stretched out on the couch, legs over Niall’s lap. She let out a groan, shifting to sit up. “Why’d you let me eat so much.”

“Well after years of eating broccoli florets and plain grilled chicken, I figured you deserved to indulge a little,” Niall murmured, fingers finding their way to push through her damp hair.

“I suppose,” Clementine agreed, looking up at him with fond eyes. “Do you always know what’s best for me?”

Niall chuckled, shaking his head, “you come to things in your own time.”

“I just think sometimes how crazy it was that we even met,” Clementine shrugged, a settling against his chest.

“I mean...” Niall trailed off. “It was bound to happen, I think. Mutual friends and all that.”

“But of all the people,” Clementine added, not letting it go. “Why didn’t you fancy Rosie or-or any of the other girls. Crazy that it was me.”

“Well Clem,” he chuckled. “You gave me no choice.”

“No choice!” She exclaimed, craning her neck to look at him. “Bullocks.”

“I remember it all fondly,” Niall laughed. “Oh Niall I got locked out- oh Niall Georgie’s being so rude to me- please. All a ploy.”

Clementine laughed, turning her whole body to face him. “You forgot to mention how you were at my every beck and call. And how you quite literally hated everyone except me. Talk about no choice.”

“So maybe we chose each other,” Niall smiled, reaching his hand out to smooth over her pajama clad thigh. “I have no complaints.”

Clementine didn’t have to think before she said, “me either.”

“But if you had complaints, you’d tell me?” Niall asked, eyebrows furrowing. “Like really.”

“Of course,” Clementine murmured. “Niall, you know I’ve gotten better at that.”

“Besides,” Clementine sighed, head tilting to the side as she looked up at him. “I couldn’t possibly complain. You’re too good to me, you know that?”

Niall rolled his eyes at that, pulling her in for a soft kiss. It wasn’t true. Niall swore Clementine was too good for him, what with her undying love for him. That’s what she always said to him and Niall had to remind her that this wasn’t a Shakespeare play, and that a regular amount of love was just fine.

But there was nothing regular about the love Clementine had for Niall. It was earth shattering love, the kind that would make a person do crazy things without thinking kind of love.

And that’s what it always felt like, when Clementine got bursts of love inside of her stomach and the only thing she could do was kiss him, clumsy and hard and their teeth clattered sometimes, and maybe their noses bumped so hard it made her feel like she’d sneeze- but that was what it felt to love Niall. A swarm of emotions that couldn’t always be named, but they were always there filling up the empty spaces inside of her.

Niall felt just the same, admiring every part of Clementine, the soft parts and the not so soft parts of her. The way she kept everything inside until Niall pried it from her lips, or the way she got angry when she was hungry- Niall both hated and loved those parts of her and he decided he wanted to love and hate those parts of her forever and ever.

Which is why it was a no brainer. Niall wanted to marry her. There wasn’t a doubt in his mind that Clementine was who he wanted by his side until the day he died. When he asked Clementine’s parents for their blessing, he was met with the same enthusiasm as his own mother had given him.

So Niall kept the secret for days and days until they were alone in Italy, just the two of them laid out in the sun. The thoughts kept rushing to him, how desperate he was to ask her the question already.

Clementine was a patient woman, though. They’d just barely discussed marriage. Passing thoughts from Clementine like, “it’d be nice to move out of the city.” Or Clementine’s lingering eyes as they passed a bridal shop on Old Church street.

She never said it, though. Never brought it up, but if there was one thing he knew, it was that she loved him. He didn’t know if she’d say yes, but he hoped and prayed with everything in him that she would.

But nothing with Clementine ever went as planned. Niall was showering after spending hours in the pool, rinsing the sticky sunscreen from his skin. Clementine was laying in bed, contemplating dinner, as she said when he walked off.

When Niall came back out, underwear clad, toweling at his hair, Clementine was sitting on the edge of the bed, her hands wrapped around the little black box. Niall stopped in his tracks, the air almost leaving his lungs.

“Well,” Clementine asked, standing up. “Are you going to ask me to marry you? I already found it, it’s not a surprise and I don’t want to wait an ungodly amount of time for it to become a surprise.”

“Well when you put it like that,” Niall sighed, taking the box from her hands. “Makes me not want to ask you.”

“Well when you say that,” Clementine retorted, taking the box from him again. She opened it up, sliding it onto her ring finger. “I will decide on my own. That you’re marrying me.”

Niall let out an unimpressed sigh, shaking his head. “Not even a little anticipation?”

“None,” Clementine murmured, pulling him down for a kiss. “You know I hate that.”

“I know,” Niall mumbled, pushing his fingers through her hair. “I love you, though. Really wanna marry you.”

“Really wanna marry you too,” Clementine told him, smiling softly as she admired the ring on her finger. Her smile faltered for a moment, looking up at him. “But I have to tell you something.”

“What?” Niall asked, beginning to worry.

“I didn’t decide my last show on my own,” she told him, sitting down on the bed. “I had a little help.”

“From?” Niall asked, sitting down beside her.

“I hope this doesn’t make you change your mind, but,” Clementine sighed. “I think- well I’m pretty sure. One hundred percent sure, actually, that I’m pregnant.”

“Pregnant,” Niall mumbled, hand instinctively reaching out for her stomach. “H-how? When? Clem I need to know everything.”

“Well you can’t feel anything yet,” Clementine sighed. “I found out about two weeks ago. Which is when I decided to call it quits with ballet for a while.”

“Wait,” Niall furrowed his eyebrows. “I was in LA when you found out?”

“Yes,” Clementine nodded.

“And it was the night you called me crying?” He asked, eyebrows still furrowed. “That craziness asking if I’d love you forever no matter what happens?”

“Yes,” Clementine nodded. “That night I found out.”

“And you kept it a secret?” He demanded, eyes narrowing at her. “Why?”

“Because I had about a week and a half of shows left I couldn’t- I couldn’t think about it,” Clementine shook her head. “And I didn’t want to make a fuss.”

“Make a fuss,” Niall groaned, rubbing his forehead. “Clem, this is such a big deal.”

“Well I needed some time to think about it on my own,” Clementine defended herself, feeling a bit uneasy. “And you’ve been busy too with the golf company.”

“You know no matter how busy I am, I’m always one hundred percent with you,” Niall told her, eyebrows furrowing.

“Well Niall,” Clementine cried, looking up at him. “Are you happy? Or are you mad- you know this is half your fault too if you would’ve pulled out like I said to.”

“Clem,” Niall laughed, reaching out for her hand. “Of course I’m happy. I’m so fuckin happy I don’t even know what to do with myself.”

“Are you sure?” Clementine asked, worried he wasn’t telling the truth.

“I’m so sure,” he shook his head. “Clem, were going to have a baby. That’s incredible. The most amazing thing in the world. I’m so happy.”

“Okay,” Clementine smiled, letting out a breath. “I’m happy too. It doesn’t feel quite real yet. Maybe when I start showing.”

“This makes so much sense!” Niall exclaimed, standing up. He’d put it all together, the tiny things she’d done differently the last few weeks. The way she’d been emotional, her need to eat more, the migraines. Niall thought it was the stress of closing week but it wasn’t.

“I haven’t told anyone,” Clementine added, as if that made a difference. “Was waiting a while. Maybe till second trimester?”

“Whatever you want,” Niall nodded, sitting back down beside her. “I love you, you know, so much. So fuckin’ much Clem and I’m so happy.”

“I love you too,” Clementine smiled, letting him wrap his arm around her waist. Niall pressed a kiss to her forehead, exhaling.

This was everything that he’s ever wanted. He’d tell Clementine that, hand resting on her stomach. This was everything he’s ever dreamed of. Clementine wouldn’t believe it, of course, arguing that he has career aspirations and goals that are separate but Niall swears this is it for him. It’s every thing he’s ever needed.

He’d take some time away from the Golf company, focus on Clementine. Niall already knew she’d hate it, the fuss he’d make. With being only five weeks along, the worst was yet to come and Niall was never half there. He’d give both Clementine and their baby his everything.

“Are you in a rush to get married?” Niall finally asked her, breaking the silence in the room.

Clementine looked up at him, bottom lip pulled between her teeth. “I don’t know. Are you?”

Niall had his thinking face on, shrugging his shoulders. “I don’t know.”

“I don’t believe in that,” Clementine told him, voice quiet. “A bastard child going to hell. I don’t believe in that. I believe in love and kindness and loving our baby and teaching them to be kind, they’ll go to the right place.”

Niall nodded his head, hand smoothing over her back. “I agree.”

“But,” Clementine added, slowly. “My parents don’t feel the same way as I do.”

“And neither do mine,” Niall chuckled.

“Maybe we just elope,” she suggested, shrugging her shoulders. “Go to city hall when we get back to London.”

“City hall?” He echoed, eyebrows furrowed. “Come on, Clem. No way.”

“Well it’s not legal for us to marry here,” Clementine sighed, exasperated. “And I’m not- I don’t need a wedding.”

“I want a wedding, though,” Niall murmured, fingers brushing over her knuckles. “Want to see you in white. Kiss you in front of all our friends and family. A proper thing.”

“Well I don’t know how or when or- we’re short on time,” Clementine mumbled. “Maybe I should call my mum. Tell her it all.”

“If you think she can help,” Niall nodded in agreement.

“Let’s think on it,” Clementine suggested, smiling up at him. “I’m really hungry right now.”

Niall let out a chuckle, nodding as he said, “whatever you want.”

For Clementine, she had only one good day after that. Her time on cloud nine was short lived. The following morning, she’d planned to ride Niall nice and slow, kisses done his neck. And she was almost there, catching his lips in the millionth kiss since they woke, sheers pooled around them.

Clementine got herself on top of him, straddling his hips. Niall was smiling up at her, cheeks flushed. The motion was too much, though. Bile rose in her throat and she pulled herself from Niall, bounding to the bathroom.

Niall was right behind her, though, catching her hair before she made a mess of it. He rubbed her back, until she sat back on her haunches, looking up at him with glass eyes.

“Definitely pregnant,” she said, voice raw.

“Definitely,” he agreed, chuckling softly.

Clementine caught her breath, eyes fluttering as she caught her bearings. She made her way to the sink, reaching for her toothbrush. Niall leaned against the counter beside her, fingers tapping softly. “So are you um hungry?”

Clementine let out a soft chuckle, toothbrush hanging from her mouth. She shook her head, leaning over to spit. “Not in the slightest.”

Niall hummed, nodding, “right, that’s understandable.”

Clementine finished brushing her teeth a moment later, putting her toothbrush away. “I’m going back to bed.”

Niall was right behind her, though, crawling back to bed beside her, arms winding around her stomach. Clementine could feel him pressing at her stomach with the pads of his fingers. There wasn’t much to feel. Clementine knew he was itching for something to grasp onto, something to make this as real as possible.

Clementine didn’t want to miss a single second of this, though. She reveled in his soft touches, enjoying the vacation they had. She’d argue that pregnancy would make her terribly boring. Lying around, puking, eating, and most importantly, sleeping. Niall had to remind her that one of the only things they were truly good at was wasting time.

#Crimson and clover #Niall Horan au #Niall Horan fanfiction #Niall Horan fanfic #Niall Horan fic #Niall Horan fluff #niall fic #niall fanfic #Niall Horan ff #niall fanfiction #nh au #1dff #1dfanfic #1dfanfiction #niall ofc #ofc #fanfiction

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kizykinz · 4 years

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Debunking

words- 1358

warning- cussing...? i think? slight mention of modest and simon

a/n- they’re out in this fic tehe

“It’s ready, H. Bring in the laptop.” Louis said as he pressed record on the camera and sat down on the couch. Louis and Harry were bored during quarantine and had nothing to do. I mean, did anyone? They had already watched every single movie on Disney + and every Netflix original movie and show. They were done and had nothing else to do. That was until Harry went through his suggested videos on Youtube. The first one that appeared was titled “if larry isn’t real, explain this.” Harry chuckled and clicked on the video before he got sucked into a hole of more and more Larry videos. After a while, Harry paused the video and rushed into the kitchen where Louis was cooking.

“I have an idea.” Harry said with a smile that spread wide against his face. It wasn’t that Louis thought it was a bad idea. He thought it would be funny and light hearted. But, they had only come out a couple months before and he still felt fear about what people were going to say. Yet, after some slight convincing and a little pushing... Louis obliged and got an old camera they had from the video diaries.

Harry sat down next to Louis and put the laptop on the table sitting in front of them. He looked at Louis and noticed the anxiety in his face by the slight creases in his forehead. He reached over and held Louis hand in his own.

“We don’t have to do this.” Harry muttered, smoothing his finger over Louis twenty-eight permanently painted on his fingers. Louis smiled at him and gripped his hand tighter.

“I want to do it, H. We’ll be fine. Our fans would never even let us see the hate.” Harry smiled at that. He was right. Even before they were out, they barely saw the hate because their fans were so quick to take the pages down. They have received nothing but love and unconditional support since they came out to the public a couple months ago. If you don’t count Simon that called them and told them they were wrong for expressing their love.. To which the boys blocked him.

“Let's do it,” Harry sighed as he brought the video up, “Hi! Im Louis Tomlinson.”

“Oh god.” Louis sighed, throwing his head back. Harry smirked.

“Oh wait, i’m too tall.” Harry smiled mischievously at the camera as Louis chucked a couch pillow at his head.

“You know who we are.” Louis rolled his eyes as he spoke

“Can’t assume that.” Harry replied

“Harry, why are we filming a YouTube video?”

“Oh yeah! Right, I found a bunch of Larry proof videos and we want to debunk them!” Harry said as he pointed at the camera, “We’re Larry by the way. We’re together. We met and starte-”

“For god's sake, let's start the video, Hazza.” Louis groaned as he sat up straighter. He reached over and pressed play on the computer.

“The original video is linked in the description by the way!” Harry shouted at the camera and switched his attention back to the screen.

“Harry didn’t hit his note properly because he was ill, so Louis supposedly talked to him in sign language and said ‘not a big deal sad one.’” Louis read the words when they appeared on the screen and soon watched what had just been said unfold.

“I mean, that's true. I think most of these are going to be true. Yeah, you all get a point,” Harry says with a faint blush painted on his cheeks as he read the next “proof”, “Basically just James Corden being a dark larrie.” Harry chuckled, “Yeah, he’s the darkest of them all. Him and Niall.” They continued to watch the video as the next clip faded in

“Louis, what was your first impressions of Harry?” the computer’s speakers sounded, “uhm, I don’t know. I think we had a few chats along the way.” The speakers continued as Harry laughed and covered his face with his hands.

“And your impressions were cool, cool guy? I like this guy,” Louis sat up, slightly embarrassed, “Yeah you seemed to be about.” Harry laughed hard as Louis paused the video and started laughing too.

“A few chats?” Harry laughed harder, gasping for air.

“My first impression of him was ‘wow someone is in fact, peeing on me.’” Louis laughed and jabbed Harry’s side.

“Hey!” Harry gasped. After a while of laughing and smiling so wide their cheeks hurt, they started the video again. The next clip was Harry playing with a pride flag on stage and Louis fonding over him.

“You look so in love with me there!” Harry smiled, looking over at Louis.

“I am.” Louis smiled back before the video continued on again.

“Harry thinking they were off camera.” Harry read with a tint of sadness in his voice. Louis noticed and reached his hand down to grab Harry’s off camera.

“Is Niall wearing a scarf?” Louis scoffed

“Look how young we are!” Harry replied

“Zayn really did look out for us.”

“I was just trying to love my boyfriend and then management was shooting daggers through their eyes and Zayn told me.” Harry slightly smiled. Squeezing Louis' hand tighter… remembering what it was like to be voiceless. The video continued.

“Louis jumping into Harry’s arms when XFactor was formed.” The screen read and Louis turned bright red and felt his face heat up.

“That is pretty gay.” Harry says, trying to hide his smile as he looks at Louis. Louis faked offense as he pushed Harry’s face away from him. The video continued on. As the next explanation showed on the screen, Louis grabbed a pillow and hid his face.

“Noooooooo.” Louis groaned

“Jealous Louis! Jealous Louis! Jealous Louis!” Harry chanted as he took the pillow away from Louis' face.

“My favorite song is called ‘I loved you first’” the screen read. Louis groaned louder as Harry grabbed his hand and pressed a gentle kiss to his twenty-eight.

“Taylor is actually our friend! She came over last time she was in London. She’s great.” Harry smiled at the camera

“Pushing it.” Louis mumbled from next to him as he suddenly got jealous and started playing with Harry’s rings. Harry only snickered. The next clip was soon to play.

“Serenading each other.” The screen read

“Oh this is true, we did it all the time in the band. I’ve loved him since we were eighteen.” Louis shrugged

“Sixteen.” Harry argued

“Eighteen.”

“Sixteen.”

“Eigh- oh look at the next clip.” Louis said, quickly distracted.

“I won,” Harry whispered to the camera.

“Harold,” Louis squeezed his hand as Harry looked back at the screen

“Liam picks up a ‘Mrs Tomlinson’ hat and looks at Harry,” Harry reads.

“Your long hair was so nice,” Louis swoons as he puts his head on his hand. Harry rolls his eyes and looks back at the camera.

“I want that hat,” he whines quietly. The boys laughed at the next clip that showed

“Harry’s on vocal rest… what about Louis?”

“The tour bus,” Louis winks at the camera and stretches his back

“Look at Niall’s face! Oh my god!” Harry almost screams as he starts laughing yet again. The boys continued to replay that part at least five times and even called Niall to show him.

“We got yelled at by Daddy Direction and Captain Niall for that,” Louis scoffs. The last clip shows and is Harry singing Little Things to Louis.

“And all Lou little things,” Harry sings along with the laptop as he looks at Louis.

“Cheesy,” Louis acts disgusted but the smile peaks out a bit.

“The chicken stuffed with mozzarella cheese was too,” Harry smirked at the camera.

“Oh my god. Okay. Bye!” Louis says, getting up to turn off the camera.

“Bye! Treat people with kindness!” He shouts again to the camera as Louis turns it off.

“You have to edit it now,” Louis crosses his arms across his chest and smirks at Harry

“Ugh!” Harry groans as he throws himself sideways on the couch. Louis walks by him and kisses his head.

“Dork.”

#Larry Stylinson #larry stylinson fanfiction #louis tomlinson #Harry Styles #louis and harry

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harryisntstraight · 6 years

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I TOO AM WELSH AND HOOKED ON LOVE ISLAND AKSJDFIXISJZ. Opinions on everyone so far?? Xx

omg HIIIIII WE R ONE X okay so far my faves are dani and jack and niall and georgia. i loved dani from the start and wasnt fond of jack but i have such a soft spot for him now i think he’s hilarious and sweet. and i was SO ready to hate georgia when she came in but she is a babeeee i love her and her and niall suit so nicely i’m gonna be fumin if she ditches him for one of the new boys cos he is literally such a laugh and seems genuinely nice. i am rooting for alex so much now BLESS HIM i nearly went into cardiac arrest waiting to find out if megan was gonna pick him or not. that bein said i am…..not feeling megan idk what it is but she was doing my head in… i think she was trying way 2 hard to be all like…….coy and overly sweet IDK and eyal what the FUCK mate he snaked the absolute fuck out of alex and had the audacity to act like he was just being a mate and THEN to kiss her again right in front of him??? pissed me off so much!! hayley is a complete drip but honestly i feel like she’s misunderstood and wasnt intentionally being a dickhead to eyal they just didnt vibe and tbh i thought the whole ‘his breathing annoys me’ thing was funny as fuck and got blown SO out of proportion by wez who should have just minded his business tbh. wez i’m undecided on i think he’s a nice lad but honestly too young for laura who i ALSO think is misunderstood and people want to hate her just cos she’s ‘old’ but i genuinely think she’s so funny and is coming from a good place. rosie is lush but also does my head…. i think i’m just bitter because she got to stay and kendall didnt but something about her is so irritating to me i think its her accent bnvjfdgdfg she reminds me of so many girls i went to school with. and SAMIRA samira is SO underrated what the fuuuuck she’s such a babe and so smart and funny and kind and lush i wish her and alex could have worked out i think theyre so well suited and both level headed and chilled out. the two new boys r nothing special josh seems quite nice and he’s pretty but no offence the blonde one with no eyebrows is genuinely……..so unattractive jfdjfsfksdk. and thats my dissertation on the cast of love island so far x

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hairyharryhair · 6 years

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Spider Woman Part 7

Masterlist

Part 6

Sorry about not posting last week! This week is a double though!

Word Count: 1784

8 times. So far 8 times. 8 fucking times had Niall managed to get a hole in one at this damn mini-golf game. You had always liked mini-golf. Thought it was cute how literally everything was miniature. From the sets on the course to the golf club. You loved mini-golf, but you definitely weren’t very good at it.

“Ok so like when I suggested we go mini-golfing I literally just wanted an excuse for you to wrap your arms around me all cliche like.” You confessed as you go on your 9th try to get the ball in the hole. Niall smiles at you from the end of the course, leaning on his club like he had been for the last 10 minutes.

“Well love, I can do that but you’re simply too cute when you’re strugglin.” He laughs and you rolled your eyes.

“Oh just come here and help me!” You huff and he smiles as he sets his club down and comes over to help you.

He came up behind you, wrapping his arms around you and clasping the club over your hands. You could feel him take a deep breath in through his chest, the warmth of his skin seeping through your lilac sweater. You could feel his thighs pressing into your bum, he was surprisingly a lot taller than you had expected so you were tiny in comparison to him. You were also suddenly very conscious of your feet, careful that your black boots didn’t step on his blue suede vans. You were also very conscious of how hot your body was. Were you just sweaty? You didn’t think so, but what did he think? You are used to the cold New England weather, not this constant heat that clouded over California. So did you really know if you were too sweaty? No, you could only hope that maybe Niall couldn’t tell.

“Alright, so it’s a slight hill right?” He whispered in your ear, his hot breath fanning over the side of your face and you couldn’t help but feel the shiver run down your spine. “So there’s this little technique I used to use when there is a little hill, you have to put a little more pressure on but not too much cause you don’t want to go over. You’ve been hitting it too hard and it’s just been rolling over the hill.” He explained and you nodded pretending to understand what he was saying when in reality all you could think was big hands big hands on yours big hands.

“Either that or not hitting it hard enough and it rolls back to me.” You said and he little out a little breathy chuckle, letting his chin rest on your shoulder. Oh fuck.

He pulled your arms back and hit the ball in what seemed to be the same way you had been doing all along, but clearly he had some kind of magic touch as the ball smoothly went over the hill and into the hole.

“Ok what the fuck?” You yelled, stepping away from Niall and throwing your free hand that wasn’t holding the club into the air. “I swear that’s what I was doing!” You said and he laughed.

“You just hadn’t found the happy medium.” He said stepping up to you and lightly pressing his hand to your back to lead you to the next course.

“You mean there’s a fucking Goldy Locks to fucking mini-golf?” You joked and he laughs while nodding.

“Interesting way to put it but yeah.” He said and you rolled your eyes.

You continue to go through the 18 hole course, Niall obviously winning when it came the end. When the went back to turn in their clubs and balls he also won a free round for you two for going through the whole course getting only a hole-in-one.

“Next time, you’re letting me win. Date 101 Niall, let her win.” You joked and Niall laughed as he threw his arm around you, opening up the door for the both of you.

“Sorry, still quite new to this love.” He said and you smiled, liking that fact that you weren’t the only one who was going into this with little experience.

“Not actually mad, just teasing you.” You said.

You slowly walked up to the passenger side of his car, both subconsciously thinking that the slower you walked, the slower this date would come to an end.

Almost like a gift sent from above, as Niall was opening the passenger side door to his Range Rover, when your stomach growls.

“You hungry love?” Niall asks and you nodded.

“Seems so.”

“I think we passed a chinese place on the way up here? Sound good?” He asked, smiling knowing that he would get to spend just a little bit longer with the girl he was quickly becoming so fond of. You nod as you jump into the car.

You both then head over to a very shady chinese restaurant where you order some food.

“I haven’t been to a place like this in years.” Niall says after the waiter walks away, he leans in a whispers it as if it was some giant secret.

“In my town, the best chinese place looks exactly like this. Which I bet says a lot about where I grew up.” You confess.

“Tell me more about where you grew up. Everyone I know was either from England or was born and raised in California.”

“Not really much to tell, it was sad little town that for some reason no one could leave. I remember growing up and thinking that when I grew up the first thing I would do was leave. I would go to some far away, out of state college. Then, funny enough when it came to the day I had to decide where to go, I chose home. Just like everyone else I stayed.”

“Why?” He asks as he took a sip of his ice water.

“I don’t really know, couldn’t afford it? I was scared maybe? Of like growing up, being on my own, I’ve never really liked to be away from home. Even going on vacation I was never really as relaxed as I was when I was home. I don’t know if it was just being close to my family, or if it was the physical location of home that comforted me, but I was just very stressed when I was far away.” You shrugged and he nodded.

“I get that. Sometimes I think about how easy everything would be if I wasn’t balancing me life between here and Ireland. Me life is here, me job is here, me friends are here, me inspiration for music always seems to be here but me family is there, me old friends are there.” He says, suddenly becoming very interested in the way the grain on the wooden table ran.

“Do you ever like, I don’t know, wish you never auditioned? Like don’t bullshit me either, like don’t give me the whole, no I love my fans and I wouldn’t trade this for anything. Like I know there has to be days where you just wish you could give this all up, right?” You ask, creating a terrible Irish accent in order to mock his voice.

“Uh I guess I mean, I’m not really lying when I say I love the fans, I really wouldn’t be sitting with you right now if they hadn’t worked so hard to get me where I am but I guess you’re right. Sometimes after a fan asks a question too personal or when I ruin another shirt trying to get through a mob or something I think, what would my life be like if I didn’t go that morning, or if Katy hadn’t given me a chance? Most times though I assume me life would be more stressful, working a low paying job and being pressured into settling down. At least with the life I live, I’m financially stable, so is me family, and no one is pressuring me to marry due to me hectic lifestyle.” He says and you can’t help but wonder, is he being pressured into going on this date with you? Does he think he is getting to an age where it’s expected of him to become domestic?

If anyone knows what it’s like to have your family up your ass about starting a family, it’s you. For the last few years you had been on the edge of whether or not you wanted children, constantly when you said you didn’t think you wanted them your family would respond with something along the lines of, you say that now, or, wait a few years and you’ll be thinking something else entirely. Lately your family had been suggesting that you start dating seeing as you had just lost all that weight and was now deemed, attractive. As that thought crossed your mind you thought, were you being pressured into being here?

Then you looked at Niall, and your stomach erupted into a nervous mush and you shook your head. No, you were here because he made you laugh, not for any other reason.

You thought, even if this doesn’t turn out the way you wanted, hoped it would, you would be happy just knowing that someone who made you feel so content was in your life.

“Well shit, we’re getting way too deep for date number two.” You joke and Niall laughs, leaning back and taking in deep breath. “Let’s get off that and I don’t know, what’s your least favorite song on Flicker?” You asked and Niall laughed.

“Me least favorite? Most times people ask what me favorite is.”

“Well yeah but I already know that, it’s Flicker right?”

“Yeah.” “Which is why I want to know what your least favorite is. By the way Flicker is my favorite too, also Fire Away is my least favorite.”

“What? Why?”

“Too repetitive, at least the chorus is. Like I like the message the whole like I love you and I want you to be comfortable saying anything so go ahead lay it on me is really nice. But damn boy, you say fire away like eight times in the chorus.” You say and he laughs.

“Ok I guess I would say my least favorite is-” He starts but the waiter decided to drop all the food off just as he was about to answer.

The conversation long forgotten as you two dive into your food, both of you unknowingly insanely hungry.

The rest of the date passes in a flurry of, quick touches, nervous flutters, and crab rangoons.

#Niall #Niall Horan #Horan #One #One Direction #Direction #Fic #Fanfic #Spider Woman #Part 7

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lifesbetterasamermaid · 7 years

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lightening strikes maybe once, maybe twice

so i don’t really know what this is, but i was inspired when harry had stevie nicks sing with him at the troubadour. the idea popped into my head and @welcometothefinalshow had to listen to me yell (cry) about it and i promised i would try to write it and well here we are. anyways, this is a small drabble of harry and willow a couple of years after silver springs. fair warning for the cheesiness and smut that occurs.

music pulsed through the speakers in the corners of the stage. the band finishing up another of their songs, immediately going into the next one. willow leaned against the bar, twisting the straw of her drink around. people filled the room until it was packed to the edges. all the people harry would want to be here on this night. behind her, willow could hear harry’s voice over the noise and music. talking to some of his friends from back home that had come down to the city for the weekend. only a couple of hours had passed since willow had dragged harry in here, making up a thousand reasons for them to stop by. his annoyance at her quickly passing when he walked through the doors. there were no over the top decorations to be seen and no cake because harry preferred ice cream, only people who loved him and good music –exactly the kind of birthday he had wanted.

willow couldn’t help but shake her head that harry had actually bought the idea that she had gotten them a cottage up in the country for the weekend. the concept of the countryside in theory was lovely. harry had always enjoyed going up and wandering through the hills but the only time willow found herself in wellies was at glastonbury and the only time she wore dungarees was more for fashions sake than for practicality.

people milled around, off to the side willow spotted alex and niall swaying to the music. close enough to each other their heads were touching, smiles across their faces. willow was tempted to grab her phone to take a photo of them. give them a memory they could keep forever. the photographer willow had hired stepped in and took care of that for her, a soft flash spreading through the dim pub.

a quick glance over her shoulder and willow found liam over at the bar. eyes lit up as he talked with david. they two of them were only a couple of months into dating but liam had already brought him around to the sunday dinners. there was nothing willow loved more than seeing liam so happy.

after a few moments, the song ended once more and arms wrapped around willow’s waist and she had to correct her previous thought, because there was something willow loved more –someone she loved more.

“thank you for all this.” harry’s voice was muffled against willow’s hair. lips roamed down the side of her neck and ease swept through willow’s body. the feeling was not new, but one willow always appreciated.

twisting around in harry’s arms, willow faced him. hands rested on his chest and willow moved her right palm until she could feel harry’s heart beating underneath. his cheeks were flushed and eyes glassy and with a funny smile on his face. “you’re quite welcome.” willow leaned forward, kissing harry softly a few times. “are you happy?”

“completely.”

“good.” willow nodded and pressed another quick kiss to the corner of harry’s mouth before pulling away. “because i’ve got a bit of a surprise –” harry opened his mouth in protest but willow quieted any with her own. “don’t –i know you hate surprises but i promise this one if a good one.”

harry groaned against her lips and willow could taste the whiskey lingering in his breath. running her hands through harry’s hair until they settled on the back of his neck. willow watched harry twist his lips around, pulling his teeth over the bottom a few times, trying to figure out just what he wanted to say. for a moment, willow thought harry might nix the idea of any surprise but as he opened his mouth he simply sighed and shrugged his shoulders. “it’s a good thing i’m fond of you willow roe.”

under the neon lights of the pub harry grinned at willow. hands fumbling with her dress and pulling her close. background music filled the room as the band went on break. together, they swayed a little, surrounded by all the people they loved. finally, willow backed away slowly, holding onto harry’s hand until it finally slipped from her grasp. and willow loved this. how harry watched her this way. as if nothing in the world was around them. as if they were the only two people in the entire room. but then the beat of the song changed and harry’s mates came around with another pint to fill his empty hand and the world started moving again.

willow turned on her heel, knowing harry was good and distracted for a moment. weaving her way through the people, willow made her way towards the stage. over the noise filling the small pub willow could barely hear the creak of the wooden stairs under her feet. or even the sound of her pulse thudding in her ears. as she walked across the stage all the familiar feelings began to hit her all at once. something else that was not new, but something willow never wanted to fade away. because she loved this. all the nerves and anticipation bundling up in a knot in her chest. they didn’t tighten and squeeze until willow couldn’t breath anymore though. now, willow knew the knot would unravel the moment her hands touched a guitar.

she stepped into the light and her lips hovered over the mic, quiet seeping through the pub. after a few seconds all faces had turned to her. out of the corner of her eye willow spotted alex, liam, and niall –all with knowing smirks on their faces since they knew exactly what willow had been planning. the house lights illuminating everyone in the pub and willow searched for the one she needed to see before she started talking. willow found harry in the back near the bar, a confused expression across his face as he lifted the pint to his mouth.

“i just wanted to say a quick thank you to everyone for coming out tonight, and for keeping it all a secret as well –harry thought he and i were just going for a weekend away and honestly, i can’t believe he thought we’d do something so dull for his thirtieth birthday.” scattered cheers and applause filled the pub. willow paused, twisting the ring on her thumb a couple of times over. “now, i know you hate surprises but i had to do something big for your birthday and i’m not really one for grand speeches so i thought maybe i’d just sing a song instead.”

willow glanced around to the side of the stage and her face split into a grin. nerves bubbling up in her stomach. stepping over some of the mic cords willow walked over and reached out for her guitar one of the workers handed her. lifting the strap over her head, willow’s fingers instinctively played a couple notes to fill the silence. anticipation sat heavy in the pub and willow watched as harry wove through people, moving closer to the stage. eyes on her the entire time.

leaning towards the mic, willow shuffled to the right a little as one of the guys brought out another mic stand. “it’s an old favourite of mine, so if you know it feel free to join in.” willow played the beginning chords a couple of times earning a few more cheers throughout the pub. glancing up, she found harry watching her and shaking his head, unable to hide the grin across his face. suddenly willow felt as if she had memories stitched into her skin –all the years clashing and all the moments set to this song colliding in front of her. “since this is meant to be a surprise and there’s not much interesting about me singing and playing a guitar –i thought i’d have some help, so –please welcome stevie nicks to the stage.”

flashes of cameras erupted before willow’s eyes and over the noise she could hear niall’s laugh breaking through. reaching a hand out, willow held onto stevie’s for a moment. taking a second to allow everything to overwhelm her. buzzing echoed through willow’s ears as she tried to find harry amongst the crowd pushing towards the stage. heat flushed over her chest from the stage lights as she scanned. panic flared momentarily deep in her chest, maybe this was too personal to share with everyone. until she heard her name being called out. and there he was, right there at the stage, looking back and forth between willow and stevie nicks. she could see his lips moving, holy shit, but couldn’t hear him over the noise. finally harry settled on willow, face split into a smile and eyes bright, and i love you on his lips.

laughter bubbled over because willow couldn’t believe she had pulled this off and this was her life. so willow did what she did best, moved her fingers across the guitar strings and started to sing.

energy ricocheted through willow’s veins as she handed her guitar off. eyes still wide and adrenaline pounding in her chest as willow hugged and thanked stevie. the image of harry’s shocked face still present in front of her. the moment the words had left willow’s mouth and stevie had stepped on stage, willow had been half worried harry would drop right there in the pub.

everyone in the room was buzzing, alive from the energy of the couple of songs they had just played. laughter and music filled all the corners of the packed pub. willow stood on her tiptoes at the bottom of the stage stairs, scanning the room as she tried to find harry in the crowd. confused when she was unable to place him. weaving through all the familiar faces, willow had to stop a couple of times to chat and thank people for coming, nod along to those gushing about the surprise willow had planned.

breaking away from the party, willow found herself in the back hall of the pub. dim lights and band posters surrounded her as she made her way towards the restrooms. one of the doors opened and suddenly a hand was around her own. the familiarity of the touch the only reason willow didn’t jerk away. lips landed on her shoulder and worked their way up her neck, arms wrapped around her as together they stumbled back into the bathroom. hazy memories from years before when willow and harry had first found themselves in this exact situation floated in front of her eyes. quickly, willow shook her head, silenced by the present and now.

shivers ran down willow’s body as harry’s lips found the exact spot beneath her ear. the dress she had worn clung to her in certain spots, beads of sweat trickled down her chest. harry’s hands were everywhere –tangled in her hair and holding the back of her neck, running down willow’s spine. there was a need in the way harry kissed her, a want.

“sink.” harry whispered. it was a question and demand all at the same time. all willow had to do was nod and she found herself quickly lifted up to the edge of the counter, her back pressed against the cool mirror.

harry’s hands reached down, shifting the hem of willow’s dress higher until it was gathered around her waist. ducking his head down, harry’s mouth covered the expanse of exposed skin along willow’s chest. her fingers tangling in harry’s hair as she leaned her head back.

suddenly, harry paused, pulling back and focusing hazy eyes on willow. “you’re everything you know.”

willow’s throat tightened at harry’s words and with all the words she wanted to say. slowly, she dragged the tips of her fingers over harry’s face. mapping all the lines she had watched form over the years. because this was everything. he was everything. willow didn’t always know how to even begin to express that. scooting forward a bit, willow placed her thumb under harry’s chin, lifting it up and pressing her lips to his. they are real and they are solid and they are steady. “i love you.” willow said simply, amazed that three words could carry so much. harry leaned closer to willow until their foreheads touched. her fingers slipped from his face and trailed down harry’s chest, lower and lower until willow found the button of his jeans. flicking it undone in one swift motion. “now let’s finish what we started yeah?”

harry laughed and willow muffled the sound with her mouth, teeth clinking together as they both grinned. picking up on what willow wanted, harry’s hands settled on her bare thighs. this thumb rubbing in circles as he inched them up. with an urgency willow tugged at the top of harry’s jeans and pants, pulling them down far enough.

they don’t do this anymore. sex sure, but willow couldn’t remember the last time she had found herself in a pub bathroom with her spine shoved against a mirror. dress hiked up around her waist and her ass pressing against a faucet. they weren’t these people anymore. twenty and without a care in the world. nearly a decade separated them from who they used to be –now they had careers and friends with babies and house payments.

but with harry’s hands in willow’s hair and his lips on her mouth, nothing about this felt like some lost attempt to reclaim who they had once been. it felt like a beginning.

everything about it was quick and messy and sloppy and willow comes with her legs wrapped around harry and her mouth shoved into the crook of his neck. her thighs shake and her body unravels as she holds onto harry’s shoulder. eyes shut and lips against his flushed skin. she can taste the sweat clinging to harry’s neck and feels him coming undone inside her. together they stay there a moment, chests heaving and wrapped around each other under the florescent lights of the bathroom. their limbs are heavy and it takes a moment for all the noise outside the door to register again.

“this is nice.” willow breathed, head resting against the glass and fingers running up and down harry’s arm. tracing the black ink traveling up them.

harry chuckled and shook his head at her. taking time to pull his pants and jeans back up. setting about adjusting willow’s dress as well. “we’re in a pub bathroom, half tempted to say we should go ‘round to the clinic tomorrow.”

willow grinned and leaned closer. tugging on the hair elastic and letting harry’s hair fall beyond his shoulders. she dragged her fingers through and took time gathering it all up again into a bun. “possibly.” willow agreed. “but i meant that we’re still like this, we still want each other –haven’t gotten all boring, it’s nice.”

“i’m always gonna want you.”

“good.”

a low laugh broke through harry’s chest. “this is when you’re meant to tell me you’re always gonna want me as well, even when i get old.”

“course i will, my ass is on a public sink i want you so much.”

harry hummed in agreement, lowering his lips to willow’s neck again. “i remember quite a few nights when your ass was on a pub sink –few dressing rooms as well.” he glanced up towards willow and reached towards her mouth.

need flared through willow’s body again, the sense of urgency building in her stomach like a tight coil. her hips jolted forward as harry’s fingers slipped under her dress. “we should probably get back out there.” willow mumbled half-heartedly.

“we should.” harry agreed in the same breath as his thumb brushed over her clit. “or we could stay a bit longer.”

willow tried to steady herself as her heart hammered against her ribs. want surged through her body as willow shifted around on the counter, a soft moan escaping her lips as harry slid his hands away. “well it is your birthday.” willow whispered. “think i could be convinced to do whatever you wanted.”

“Well –” Harry lowered to his knees and played with the hem of willow’s dress. brushing his mouth over the inside of her thighs. “i can be very convincing.”

#1dff #i wrote this when i was sleepy last night and it legit just word vomited on the page so idk what this even looks like #anyways if you read it i hope you like it :)#it was fun to write them again #fic: ss #ss drabble #tags from the crypt

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chubbsismyfavouritechubbybo-blog · 7 years

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shitty commentary crew preference - going on holiday together

songs of inspiration - one bad night by hayley kiyoko, gravel to tempo by hayley kiyoko and full moon by sgbg.

author’s note: i’ve been seeing preferences all over tumblr and i’ve been really wanting to write one for ages, but since i haven’t written anything in a week, i wanted to mae it up to you by doing a really big one to make up for it. hope you all enjoy it, gang! - l.t.

billy // chubbs

- you decided to book a surprise trip for the both of you to go to japan, since he’s always wanted to go. his face lit up as soon as you told him, immidiately giving you a bear hug and a kiss on the cheek - he was more excited than he actually let on to be.

- you would cling onto him while you were at heathrow airport due to how busy it was, and he would let you use him as a human radiator and pillow to nap on the plane. in return (if he wasn’t napping himself, that is), he would mess with your hair while you were sleeping and somehow managed to get it all tangled, but you didn’t mind.

- he held your hand tightly as you both walked up and down the streets no matter what time it was - he just wanted you to be safe and for you to come to no harm.

- every night you would go to small sushi food restaurants, late at night as you surrounded yourselves with the loud, busy night enclosing you both, while you got ever so slightly tipsy on beer.

- you would take the most adorable polaroid pictures under the sweet cherry blossom trees, then to plaster them over instagram and twitter.

- you would go to a manga store making fun of weeaboos, but you ended up ironically buying loads of the different manga to read on the plane ride home, even if you couldn’t understand japanese.

- you were both heartbroken to go home.

hyojin // squizxy

- since the pair of you were dating long distance, you decided to fly out to australia to go and see her for the first. you would both be bubbling with excitment, even weeks before you were supposed to fly out.

- on the day, you would skype her to say that you were waiting for the plane and would be seeing her in only a matter of hours now. you would both be ecastatic but slightly nervous at the same time.

- when you got off the plane to meet her, she ran up to you like her life absolutely depended on it, and you did the same but trying to carry all your luggage at the same time. you both hugged each other as hard as you possibly could without killing each other, and many happy tears were shed.

- you both travelled to sydney to go do sightseeing, and hyojin just couldn’t stop hugging you on the train journey there.

- fennec fox jokes. you also surprised her with a pair of the godly fennec fox ears for her, which made her made, but she secretly loved them.

- she drew a picture of you standing in front of the sydney opera house, which she them turned into an adorable animation to put on her twitter.

- it was hard to leave each other, but you knew deep down that the future was looking brighter than ever before and you were more in love with her than ever before.

will // herotic

- will would have to take you to on a daytrip somewhere since you had both just finished your gcse exams, were pretty fucking exhausted, and broke.

- you both settled to go to the beach for the day - it was nothing fancy, but you were still excited and you didn’t mind since you got to see each other.

- your mum drove you both there, and she kept embarassing you in front of him with embarassing stories from when you were little, which will really enjoyed.

- you both got double scoop ice creams, which you both shared as you walked hand in hand along the sea front, the sand tickling the inbetween bits between your toes softly. after you had finished it, you got a bit on your right cheek, which he kissed softly.

- you both walked around the sea front and the surrounding village, talking about youtube drama and current trending topics.

- you both got fish and chips to take home because you were too tired to eat out anywhere fancy. you leant on his shoulder, as he wrapped his slim hand around your waist while you waited for your mum to pick you both up.

brad // braddoesbanter

- “oi dickhead, let’s go to paris.”

- you were sceptical as to why brad wanted to go to paris, but you decided to book plane and hotel tickets anyway.

- “do you think that the eiffel tower is as big as my cock?” he said as you both stood beneth it taking selfies to put on instagram and twitter (if he wasn’t suspended lol) later. you just rolled your eyes at his stupid comment, but secretly found it funny.

- you both snuck frech pastries on the plane to eat because you both loved them so much, and didn’t speak to each other the whole way back since you had your mouths full with the pastries.

erling // atozy

- he would take you to his home country of norway as a treat for your birthday, and it would also be an oppourtunity for erling to see his family too. you would be excited to finally meet them and to finally experience a taste of norwegian culture that you had been hearing about from him for so long.

- it was really cool hearing erling speak norwegian, especially since it made it easier to speak to the locals and to order food.

- his family were super sweet when you met them and ate dinner with them too. they told many embarassing stories of erling from when he was younger, although he did not like this and went all red everytime they would tell one.

- he would take you to a norwegian food market, and you would try the food there together, and you decided to grab some coffee afterwards.

- you would, at some point, take you for a walk in the snow, and you would end up building a snowman. it was slightly lopsided, but that really didn’t matter right now.

- cute polaroid pictures!!

alex // imallexx

- he would surprise you with plane tickets to go to california, and had many other surprises for you in store for when you got there, which you didn’t know about you just yet.

- you’d go to pink berry every day and just stuff your faces with food there, then you’d hike up to go see the hollywood sign. you’d take so many adorable selfies, which would then be either memed to death or be made into super cute edits.

- he’d surprise you with tickets to go see your favourite band, which you were absolutely over the moon about because you didn’t get to see them back home. when you were in line to go in to the arena, he’d lend you his internet sensation hoodie until you went in because it was getting colder.

- you’d dance and sing the night away together even if alex wasn’t too fond of the music and he didn’t know many of the lyrics. despite this, he still enjoyed seeing you happy and the experience in general.

- by the end of it all, you’d end up falling asleep on his shoulder on the plane home, while he smiled to himself about what a great time he had.

niall // pyrocynical

- you thought he was making some sort of skit for one of his videos when he told you that he would be taking you to disneyland, but he was being serious. excited laughter and hugs then ensued.

- you would both buy matching minnie mouse ears to wear around the resort together, while buying way too many sweets and then stuffing them in your mouths. niall would constantly say, “we look like basic bitches, don’t we?”

- you would go on the same rides too many times, until you got bored. if it was high and scary ride, he would hold onto your hand for dear life to make sure that you were okay and wasn’t scared.

- after going on all the rides, you took so many selfies of you both, your phone storage almost ran out. all over twitter, there was nothing but cute comments and supports from the fans and a shit ton of flower crown edits had managed to find their way onto tumblr *shivers*

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Saving you / Louis centric

Prompt: Could you do me a Larry Stylinson fic where one of the managers abuses Louis and Harry finds out. You can continue the rest.

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Trigger Warning: physical abuse, swearing

It would be an understatement to say that the boys from One Direction were stressed. They were all working so hard on becoming the most successful band on the planet that they never stopped. Five years ago they had been put together into a band at the X-Factor’s bootcamp. It had been either working together or going home and of course the boys had decided to work things out. Luckily they had gotten along with each other quite well and so the successful journey of One Direction had started.

After the first live show teenage girls had waited outside of their house, they had followed them to the studios and with each day the number of fans seemed to increase. No one had really understood the phenome at first but Simon Cowell, their mentor, had taken things serious. He had planned for One Direction to have signings and he had told them that meeting their fans was the most important thing to do right after rehearsing for their next live show.

For Harry, Niall, Liam, Zayn and Louis it had been so weird yet exciting and so they had started working even harder on making their dream come true. However one day their amazing journey had stopped and they had finished the X-Factor at third place.

Of course they had been proud but also devastated because all of a sudden they all hadn’t had a plan about what to do but Simon Cowell had made sure that his boys had everything they needed. He had offered them a deal and soon after they had thought that everything was over the real dream for the boys had begun.

Now five years later a lot of things had changed. One Direction was now a world-wide phenome. They were known all around the world and their fan base was so strong. Thanks to social media like Twitter the world had gotten to know them and their first album had gone to number one in the US right after its release.

The boys were currently working on their fifth album “Made in the A.M.”. It was the perfect name for it because they usually recorded their songs after a show. They were currently doing their second stadium tour in places all over the world. They had seen so many places and even though it sometimes seemed to be nothing but stress it was worth it.

Of course being known everywhere had its ups and downs. They usually didn’t get to go sightseeing in a city they were at because too many people were out looking for them. Their hotels got mobbed and so they barely could leave through the front entrance. There were a lot of days where they had a concert in the evening so there was no such thing as saying ‘I don’t want to’.

Harry Styles was the youngest member of the band. He had only been sixteen when their dream had started to become reality. He was now twenty-one-years old and still enjoyed every moment of his life. Of course he hated all the rumours that were written in the newspapers whenever he went out with a girl. According to the media he was dating every girl he had ever met and also other celebrities. One day there had been a rumour about him dating a mysterious blonde girl because he had been seen walking next to her. When he had read the article Harry had burst out laughing because it had been their Stylist Lou, who worked with them and was happily married.

Liam was like the daddy of the band. He was the serious guy who tried to make sure that they were punctual and that no one got too drunk when they had a meeting the next day. He had never thought that his life would turn out like this. He loved being on stage and he loved to perform but Liam was never a person who liked being in the spotlight. He usually avoided getting mobbed anywhere by always using the back entrance. He liked having sweet conversations with some fans but only if they didn’t start screaming and crying when he showed up. Liam liked to have his girlfriend Sophia on tour with him because she also kept him grounded.

Niall was the carefree Irish lad. When they had started as One Direction he had been a little bit under appreciated. He had sometimes flown under the radar because a lot of people had criticized his look and his voice. Niall’s teeth hadn’t been ‘boyband like’ and so he had gotten braces. He had been so scared of everything it first that it had taken some time for him to warm up and once he had showed the world his carefree and funny self the girls had also started to notice him. He had grown during the years, his hair was now usually styled and the braces were long gone. Niall had worked hard on his voice and so he now was as much appreciated as the other boys. The Irish boy loved meeting fans if it weren’t too much because he hated being mobbed.

Just like Niall Louis had been a little but underappreciated at first. It hadn’t been because of his look but simply because he hadn’t had as much solos as Liam or Harry. Even though Louis was the oldest out of the boys he didn’t like to act like it. He normally liked to cause a little bit of trouble. He always messed around and pranked other people. He was a funny lad and loved hanging out with his friends. He also had never gotten in real trouble but one day he had tried smoking a joint with Zayn.

Zayn was known as the mysterious boy. There wasn’t that much that people knew about him. He loved to keep to himself and barely met fans outside their hotels. He was a funny boy who loved spending time with Louis but other than that he probably was the one who had the biggest problem with being in the band.

It had been only three months ago that Zayn had decided to quit One Direction. It had been a shock for the other boys because they weren’t just friends, they were brothers now but maybe he had always felt a little bit out of place. Even though it had been hard seeing him leave like that the boys had actually gotten stronger.

They knew that a member leaving the band would cause some trouble and a lot of bands had failed to make things work with one member down. But truth was that they still loved what they were doing. They loved going on stage, they loved meeting fans and they loved making new music.

Once again their fans hadn’t let them down and their support had been stronger than ever and since the fans had done so much for the boys during the years – because they simple were responsible for their success – they had decided to give something back to them.

Not having Zayn around had been weird at first. Louis had been angry at his best friend for just leaving like that. He had not once called his former best friends and bandmate because Zayn hadn’t even bothered telling them himself. One day he had gone home because of some health issues and then management had told them that he would not be coming back. All they had gotten was a text from Zayn saying ‘Sorry!’.

Harry had been really upset. He had cried a lot when they had been told. The curly haired boy had always been sensitive and realizing that his ‘brother’ had probably never really cared about them had simply broken his heart. Niall had been more quiet than usual before he had asked all of the other boys if they at least wanted to stay together while Liam had just hoped that Zayn was alright.

Now three months later the drama had calmed down enough for everyone to accept Zayn’s departure. At first there had been tons of interviews but now no more questions about Zayn were being asked.

The boys had decided to stay together as a band and they were currently working on their next album. The four of them had gotten even closer now and spent most of their free time together as well. Of course there was a lot of pressure on them and also on their management.

It was a rainy afternoon in June when Louis walked into Jacksons’ – one of his managers – hotel room. He was currently working with them on their new album and since they were away all of the time they once again were recording their album in hotel rooms whenever they had some spare time.

Jackson was a tall man in his forties. He was muscular and definitely determined to get this album to number one. He was also the man who had decided that the boys needed to work out more. Unlike Paul, their lovely bodyguard who was like a father to them, Jackson was not a friend at all. He simply was their boss and he often scolded them after their performances when they hadn’t been focused enough. He didn’t like seeing them fool around. The band was their job and they also needed to do it right.

“Hey Jackson,” Louis said as he walked into the room. He was wearing sweatpants and a white t-shirt since no one saw him anyway but for Jackson it was once again something to be upset about.

“It would’ve been nice of you to come to work in decent clothes,” he told the oldest member of One Direction harshly and Louis wondered if he ever said something like this to the other boys as well.

He knew that Jackson wasn’t very fond of him since Louis was the ‘troublemaker’ in the band. He loved messing around and having fun. He didn’t do much but it always annoyed Jackson and so he was probably a little bit harder on Louis.

“I’m sorry I didn’t know that I need to wear ‘decent’ clothes in a hotel room,” Louis replied sarcastically while Jackson’s face turned red in anger.

“Shut the fuck up and get in the booth,” he said through gritted teeth while Louis was quite satisfied with himself. He knew that he had to stand up against Jackson because he could talk in a normal tone as well.

So Louis did what he was told and got into the booth, hoping to get the recording session done quickly because he didn’t want to spend his entire afternoon here. It was raining today so the day was supposed to be chilled and relaxed with him and the other boys just talking for hours until they had to go to the venue for the concert.

“Ok let’s go,” Jackson anno

unced while Louis put the headphones on and started singing. If the other three boys had been here they would’ve been cheering because Louis was doing a fantastic job. His voice was so soft and warm and just had something special in it.

Even Jackson had to admit that Louis was doing great but he simply didn’t tell him.

“That was shit, start again,” he said through the microphone when Louis had sung all of his parts.

Jackson hated Louis to bits. He didn’t like his attitude and simply wasn’t interested in four spoiled young adults. He earned a lot of money for his job and so he needed to pretend that he loved what he was doing even though he did not.

Jackson knew that with Zayn gone Louis was quite lonely from time to time. He loved his bandmates but Zayn had been his very best friend and he had always been around. Now with Zayn gone there was finally a chance for Jackson to destroy the boy. As their boss he could do whatever he wanted.

“Sing the first part again. Get your focus on, Tomlinson!” Jackson scolded the boy again and Louis obliged without saying anything.

Time went by and Louis got more and more frustrated. He had to sing all of his parts over and over again without his boss actually telling him what he was doing wrong. He was tired and his throat was hurting a little bit and so singing for hours didn’t help at all.

“I think we’re done now,” Jackson finally announced after two hours and Louis nearly stumbled out of the booth because he was exhausted.

“Well finally,” the young boy mumbled under his breath but of course Jackson had heard him.

He grabbed him harshly by his wrist and pulled him closer. “It is not my fault that you’re such a waste of space,” he snarled and added even more pressure to his grip. Louis’ face was pained as he tried to get away from his boss.

“Let me go,” he said through gritted teeth and quickly pulled his wrist close to his chest as Jackson let go.

“I can ruin you, Tomlinson! I can do whatever I want if I want to. I could end your career. You’re nothing but a loser, a waste of space and so you’ll do whatever I say! Now get out of my way!”

“Hey how was recording? What took you so long?” Liam questioned once Louis walked back into their hotel room.

“We had a little chat,” Louis simply answered and lowered himself down next to Harry on the couch.

“What did he want to talk about?”

“Nothing,” he shrugged, hoping that his bandmates would let go. “So what were you guys doing?”

“Niall got hungry so we ordered something from room service and we played Fifa,” Harry told his bandmate. He could tell that something wasn’t right. Louis wasn’t okay.

Harry and Louis had been great friends from the very first beginning of their journey. With Louis being the oldest and Harry being the youngest they had simply had a special bonding. The curly haired boy had been a little bit overwhelmed with everything but Louis had never left his side and so Harry could read his friend like an open book. Even though Louis was trying not to show it, there was a pained expression on his face and his eyes weren’t as blue as usual.

“Okay so we have two more hours before we have to leave so why don’t we play together now?” the oldest boy questioned and soon all of the other boys agreed.

Time went by rather quick and soon it was time to leave. Louis was quiet the whole drive to the venue in Tampa while Harry and Niall chatted about how excited they were to perform again. Liam was busy texting his girlfriend and so Louis Tomlinson was lost in his own thoughts.

He knew that he probably should tell his bandmates about Jackson threatening him but he was also scared to do so. Of course his bandmates would believe him, there was no doubt in it but Louis was scared of what was going to happen when Jackson found out about him spilling their secret. Jackson was their boss and he could ruin their careers and of course Louis couldn’t risk doing this.

His wrist was still hurting and there was a mark on it from where Jackson had grabbed him too hard. He could brush it of by saying that he fell if he got asked even though he wasn’t interested in lying to his friends at all.

“Hey Liam what’s up with you? You’re so busy texting,” Niall questioned when they all sat down in their dressing room.

“Sophia’s had a bad day and is now upset that I can’t facetime with her because we have to go on stage soon,” the daddy of the band explained while Niall patted his back in a comforting way.

“What about you? You’ve been quiet since recording,” Harry stated, wanting to figure out what was bothering his bandmate and friend.

“I’m just tired,” Louis quickly brushed him off but couldn’t look into Harry’s eyes whilst saying this. He couldn’t lie to those emerald, green eyes.

“Are you really sure? You can tell me if something is bothering you,” the curly haired boy pushed once again while Liam and Niall were watching carefully.

“For god’s sake Harold just leave me alone. I’m fine. F-I-N-E! Nothing to worry about so stop getting on my nerves!” Louis yelled frustrated before storming out of the dressing room.

Harry’s jaw was open, his eyes were wide and his face was pale. In all this time he’d never seen Louis act like that and his best friend had never yelled at him before.

“Hazza come on give him some space,” Liam said gently as Harry made a move to follow his bandmate. The daddy of the band pulled the youngest over to the couch, forgetting about his own problems with Sophia because one of his boys was upset.

“I can tell that something is bothering him,” Harry mumbled quietly.

“He’ll tell us when he’s ready to,” Niall simply stated. Of course he was confused about Louis’ behaviour but maybe it was all just a little too much for him. A lot had happened in the past few weeks so they were all tired and stressed. Louis usually didn’t act like that but everyone had days like that, right?

Niall and Liam continued to reassure Harry that Louis was fine even though Harry didn’t believe them. He was hurt by Louis’ actions towards him because all he wanted to do was help.

It didn’t take long until it was time to go on stage. While the boys from 5 Seconds of summer came running off stage with a grin on their faces the boys from One Direction didn’t look too happy.

Liam was thinking about his problems with Sophia. He loved this girl to bits but sometimes it was so difficult. Of course he understood that Sophia had her own life. She was a hard-working woman in London and so she couldn’t join Liam all of the time but he was hard-working as well. Most of the time it was all about her. He had to be online when she wanted to talk, he had to stay awake until the early hours of the morning so it was evening in London and lately Liam was getting tired of it. Knowing that they were about to perform right now he pushed all the thoughts aside and tried focusing on doing what he loved the most. Performing.

Harry was still upset. Louis had obviously just gone for a walk and when he had come back he had looked at him like he wanted to say something but no such word had left his lips. The curly haired boy didn’t understand his friend’s behaviour towards him. Did he do something wrong? Harry hated fighting, he really did. He knew that he should talk to Louis but right now they were about to go on stage.

Louis was feeling sick. Had he really yelled at his best friend because he had cared enough to push him a little bit into telling them what was going on? The young man knew that Harry had figured out that something was bothering him but he simply couldn’t say anything. He couldn’t risk their career. Louis’ hand was hurting as well and the glances coming from Jackson didn’t help him at all. He was so nervous about messing up that he could barely breathe.

Niall, the only Irish boy in the band, was simply confused. He didn’t like it at all when some of the boys were fighting with each other. Zayn had already left the band so every fight could tear them further apart. With Zayn leaving they had actually grown even closer but lately Niall felt like they were all just interested in their own lives. Without knowing if they were going to be alright, Niall walked up to the stage with his ‘brothers’.

The concert passed quite quickly. The four boys tried to put on a great show for their fans but of course their fans were able to read them like open books. It was obvious that there was some tension going on between them.

Usually they chatted along and even shared a laugh during their performances but today everything seemed a little bit pushed. It didn’t seem like they were having as much fun as usual. Liam was probably the one who tried the hardest to make jokes and put on a great show. Niall had messed up one or two of his guitar solos because he was busy watching Harry and Louis who didn’t even look at each other.

Louis tried to get Harry’s attention, he even followed him on stage from time to time but Harry simply walked away or looked into a different direction. He didn’t want to talk about this on stage. He wanted to sit down with his bandmate and let him explain what was going on, but not on stage.

Of course a lot of people didn’t notice anything at all but for some fans it was obvious that something wasn’t right. When Louis messed up his solo in Little Things he felt sick. He could feel his heart starting to race as he thought about what Jackson had said earlier that day. Jackson could ruin him so he shouldn’t give him a reason to.

From the corner of his eyes Louis saw Jackson’s look of disappointment and anger and knew that he was in trouble. He tried to think about something else but for now he was in panic. His behaviour however didn’t get unnoticed by one young boy called Harry Styles. After messing up his solo Louis face had gone pale, his eyes looking for someone backstage. Louis’ hands had started to shake and he had only calmed down after taking a few deep breaths. Harry was curious to figure out what was going on with his bandmate and best friend.

“Well done boys,” Paul, their bodyguard said once the four of them walked off stage. Paul was like a father to them. Whenever they had a problem Paul would listen to them and give them some advice. The boys loved having people like this on tour with them because being away from home for such a long time was hard.

They had Paul, who was like a father figure. Then there was Caroline, one of their stylists, who was like a mum and of course Lou, who was like their best friend. Both Caroline and Lou had their daughters on tour with them which was also very nice. They were like a small family but there also were some people who weren’t interested in being part of their family like Jackson, their manager or Pablo, one of their dance instructors. These people were completely focused on work. They didn’t like anyone having a laugh. They wanted to make One Direction work with all costs.

So of course Jackson didn’t look happy when the boys came off stage. “That was a shit performance,” he scolded Harry, Liam, Niall and Louis.

“Well we made some mistakes but everything is fine, don’t worry. Tomorrow we’ll put on another excellent show,” Liam quickly said, not wanting any of his bandmates to start arguing. It had been a long day and they were all tired.

“I hope so,” Jackson simply stated before walking away. Louis was relieved about their manager letting go off the subject so quickly.

The four boys were on the way to their dressing room when Louis made a turn for the restroom, the other three boys walking away.

Once he had finished his business the door was opened and no other person than Jackson walked in, his face red with anger.

“You did this on purpose didn’t you?” he said with a harsh voice that left no room for arguments.

“No. I did my best,” Louis simply stated while Jackson raised his eyebrows and crossed his arms in front of his chest.

“When this is the best you can do then maybe the band isn’t the right place for you anymore!”

Louis eyes grew wide but then a feeling of anger kicked in. He wouldn’t let this man ruin his career. He was just their manager. It was Louis who was one of the reasons why they band was so successful. Without any of them there would be no success at all.

“You can’t threaten me! I’m doing a good job and all you do is being an ass!” Louis nearly yelled into his manager’s face.

For a moment time seemed to stand still but then a hand collided with Louis’ cheek. He instantly put his hand to it, before letting out a scream of pain. “This is another warning!” Jackson snarled, looking at Louis’ red cheek. “I can and I will ruin you! If you say anything to your bandmates your career is over in a minute! Do you understand?”

Louis looked at his manager with wide, tearful eyes. His cheek was hurting from where the man he had once trusted had slapped him.

“I said do you understand?!”

“Y..Ye.Yeah,” the boy replied with a shaky voice before watching Jackson leave the restroom like nothing had happened.

Louis held onto the sink to steady himself because his knees felt weak and he felt like he was going to be sick. When he looked at his reflection in the mirror he saw someone who looked beat. His eyes weren’t shining, his cheek was bright red, and there were a few tears running down his cheeks as well.

Louis knew that he needed to calm down as quickly as possible because otherwise the boys were going to ask questions again.

* The ride back to their hotel was rather quiet. Louis and Harry still didn’t talk to each other even though the curly hair boy was suspicious that something had happened again. After coming back from the restroom Louis’ eyes had been wide and fearful and his hands had been shaking.

However the youngest member of the band didn’t say anything. He’d simply get behind the reason of Louis’ behaviour by himself. He had a suspicion that it had to do something with someone from their team, Jackson, to be more precisely. Liam didn’t really notice Louis’ behaviour because he was too busy texting his girlfriend Sophia. They had had a fight before their concert and so he needed to make things right again while Niall was lost in music.

Louis still hadn’t apologized to Harry for yelling at him even though he knew that he should but he couldn’t lie to Harry. He couldn’t think of a story to tell his bandmate that would explain his behaviour and so he simply kept quiet.

“Tomlinson get up! It’s time for some recording!” Jackson yelled as he knocked loudly on Louis’ door. It was 4 o’clock in the morning but Jackson didn’t care. They needed to record an album and right now he felt like it was a good time to do so.

Louis, who had been sleeping peacefully, groaned loudly as he was woken by the loud knocks on his door.

“What the fuck,” he said to himself as he checked the time. Did Jackson really want to play like this? Louis was at Jackson’s mercy. There was nothing he could do. He could turn around and try to get some more sleep but he knew Jackson well enough to know that this was a bad idea.

“Come on, you have five minutes to get up and over to my room!” the man in his forties yelled once again while Louis yawned loudly. He slowly got up, not caring to put on some other clothes, splashed some cold water on his face and made his way over to Jacksons’ room that was being used as their recording studio.

“How nice of you to show up,” the manager said in a way too friendly tone with an ugly smile plastered on his face. He was really enjoying this.

“I decided to let you record all of the parts that we did yesterday again. You were shit at the concert so some more rehearsing won’t hurt you!” Jackson explained while Louis only rolled his eyes.

He definitely wasn’t in the mood for stupid games like that.

“I’m not doing this. We recorded everything yesterday. You think you can ruin me by waking me up at 4 in the morning? I’m not a thing you can use whenever you feel like it. So now excuse me while I go back to sleep!”

“You’re staying!”, the man said angrily as he grabbed Louis’ by his arm and pulled him back.

“Let go off me!” Louis snarled and winced as Jackson grabbed his arm even harder, probably leaving a mark once again.

Without giving the manager one more chance to say anything Louis kicked the man in his groin, taking the first chance that he got to get out of the man’s grip.

“You freaking asshole!”, Jackson screamed. He once again got a grip at Louis’ arm before he could disappear into the hallway and pulled him back into the room. Spinning him around harshly Jacksons’ fist connected with Louis’ face. The young boy screamed out in pain and held his hand to his bleeding nose and the bleeding cut on his lip.

Jackson was probably just as surprised because he didn’t react when Louis ran out of the door.

Oh shit, what had he done? * After getting back to his room Louis felt like screaming and crying at the same time. He knew that he needed to get rid of the blood. He couldn’t show up with a bruise or split lip because he was sure that question would be asked. However when he looked at his reflection in the mirror his hopes were destroyed. There was no way that he could hide the cut on his lip. Panic started to rise in Louis’ chest as he thought about lying to his brothers again. He still needed to apologize to Harry for yelling at him but he knew that Harry would probably ask even more questions.

The thought of telling Harry the truth came to his mind but then again he was scared about what Jackson would do when he found out that Louis had told someone. Tears were running down the boys’ cheeks when he realized how pointless everything seemed to be. It would be an understatement to say that he was scared. He was scared to death. He didn’t know how far Jackson would go. He didn’t know if he was strong enough to go through all of this.

It was close to six o’clock in the morning when Louis Tomlinson made his way over to his friend’s hotel room, knocking at the door like a scared puppy.

Harry Styles was sleeping peacefully when he was woken up by someone knocking at his door. Cracking his eyes open and checking the time the curly haired boy was more than confused. What was going on? He listened closely but then he didn’t hear anything at all. Maybe it had been a dream? Harry was about to turn around and go back to sleep when he heard the sound again.

“Coming,” he yelled, before sitting up in bed, rubbing his eyes and walking over to the door. However when Harry came face to face with Louis, who definitely had been crying, he suddenly was wide awake.

“Lou? What happened to you?” he said, his heart beating a little bit faster than usual.

“C..Can.. Can I come in?”

“Of course you can,” Harry stated then stepped aside to let his bandmate walk into his room. Louis quickly sat down on the side of Harry’s bed, pulling a pillow into his lap, not daring to look up.

“Do you want me to get Niall and Liam as well?” Harry asked, noticing that the older boy was quite busy pulling the sleeve of his sweater over his wrist. Louis silently nodded, letting a few more tears roll down his cheeks.

“I’ll be back shortly,” the curly haired boy said, pressing a kiss on the top of Louis’ head.

Five minutes later the four boys of One Direction where sitting on the bed in Harry’s hotel room. Louis was holding a cup of tea in his hand while Niall looked tired and scared. Liam was completely in “daddy mode” making sure that his friend was warm and had some Yorkshire Tea to calm himself down. Harry was only looking at his best friend, waiting for him to start explaining what was going on.

“I..I have to apologize to you all,” Louis slowly started before looking up. His eyes were filled with sadness, fear and panic but Harry’s soft, green eyes were just as warm as always showing nothing but forgiveness.

“You have nothing to be sorry for,” Liam quickly spilled what Harry was just about to say.

“Who did this to you?” Niall asked after a short moment of silence.

“I..I.. It.. It was.. Jackson,” Louis stuttered and all eyes went wide. Harry felt relieved. Now he finally knew that was going on. Now he knew the reason behind Louis’ strange behaviour.

“Why?”

Tears started to form in the boys’ eyes again but Niall quickly put his hand on his friends’ knee, squeezing it to show some comfort.

“He says that I’m not good enough. He hates me. My voice is horrible, I have a bad attitude and he can ruin us all. He knows that One Direction is our life but he can take it from us. He’s the boss and he can do whatever he wants to do.”

“Abusing you is not right at all. He can’t do whatever he wants. He wants you to doubt yourself but you should know that you are brilliant. Without you we probably would be the most boring band on the planet. You’re the one who makes everyone smile. People love you and your sassy attitude. He can’t threaten you. We all are part of this band so it’s not up to him to decide if you’re good enough or not. He is our manager but we have so much fans and he can’t take that from us!” Harry said with honesty in his voice while Liam and Niall both nodded their heads in agreement.

“You’re Tommo. You don’t give up that easily. You fight for what’s important to you and I want you to keep fighting. Jackson will go down but he’ll do it the big way,” Niall told his friends with a mischievous grin plastered on his face.

“Niall’s right we have to do something. I think we should tell Paul and then we should call Simon. He’s our boss after all and he should know what we’re about to do. We need to send him a picture of your split lip,” Liam stated. “Are you hurt anywhere else?”

Louis quickly shook his head while Harry only raised his eyebrows.

“I know that you are. Show him,” he instructed and Louis silently obeyed doing whatever he needed to do.

“Are you guys ready?” Paul, their bodyguard asked once the four boys were about to go on stage in Tampa again.

“More than ever,” Louis said with a smile while the other three boys all agreed. They had told Simon and Paul what had happened and neither of them had been pleased. Simon had been furious. He had told the boys to take care of him instantly but after the four had told him about their plan he had agreed to let them deal with it.

Paul had simply made sure that they had been busy with something else the whole day so that Jackson didn’t have time to threaten or attack Louis once again.

“Here you go babe,” Harry said with a smile as he and Louis changed their microphones right before going on stage.

On this day the boys from One Direction put on a brilliant show. The crowd was cheering, screaming and clapping whilst singing along to their music. The boys were having a great time on stage, joking around, having water fights while Paul was standing backstage watching Jackson who was absolutely fuming. The music was their job. It was their job to go on stage and perform but tonight they were just joking around instead of focusing on their jobs.

When Jackson figured out that Harry and Louis had changed microphones he turned to volume down on Harry’s microphone that Louis was using but once the boys noticed what was going on they simply changed their mics again making it impossible for Jackson to block Louis’.

Louis Tomlinson was having the best day of his entire life. Today the show was all about him and his voice. Usually his microphone wasn’t as loud as the others but today everyone got to hear his angelic voice.

“Today we want you to give it up for Louis, who went through a rough time lately,” Harry finally told the audience who was cheering even more for the oldest member of the band now. “After Zayn left Louis felt a little bit out of place and some people from our team were constantly telling him that he isn’t good enough. We want to set things straight right now!”

“Louis is part of this band just as much as we all are. We all are working hard for our success and we know that we wouldn’t be here without you, our fans. We aren’t up for dance routines and planned performances. We like to make every single show special by doing what we want. This doesn’t turn us into bad artists who don’t care for their music or careers. It makes us human.” Liam said while the fans started clapping even louder.

“Louis, we love you as a brother and as a member of the band. We love your voice and we love you for being who you are. This is a warning to a man who knows exactly who he is: You can’t tear us apart by abusing one of us. You’re only making us stronger so thank you for that. And by the way: You’re fired!” Niall said through his microphone before the boys hugged each other.

“Thank you so much!” Louis whispered, tears shining in his eyes. They all let their eyes wander backstage to where Paul and Jackson where standing. Paul was holding onto Jacksons’ shoulder, silently telling him to not move at all.

After the concert was over the boys walked backstage only to see Simon, their mentor.

“SIMON!” they all yelled and greeted to man, who had always believed in them. “It’s good to see you boys. I just came here with the police to arrest Jackson. What he did to you was abuse and I’m taking things like that serious. He’s going to jail and you can focus on being the great band that you are, again!”

A big smile appeared on Louis’ face when he realized that this nightmare was now over. He knew that he wouldn’t have been able to do this without his bandmates, his brothers but then again he simply was glad that it was over.

“I love you guys so much!” he said as he turned around to hug all of the boys.

“We love you too, Tomlinson!” they all replied and then smiled when they saw Jackson being arrested by some cops. The nightmare was now over!

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Stuck With You - Chapter 20

Chapter 20: Everytime We Touch

🡪chapter 1 🡪chapter 2 🡪chapter 3 🡪chapter 4 🡪chapter 5 🡪chapter 6 🡪chapter 7 🡪chapter 8 🡪chapter 9 🡪chapter 10 🡪chapter 11 🡪chapter 12 🡪chapter 13 🡪chapter 14 🡪chapter 15 🡪chapter 16 🡪chapter 17 🡪chapter 18 🡪chapter 19

College Enemies To Lovers AU

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I still hear your voice when you sleep next to me I still feel your touch in my dreams Forgive me my weakness but I don't know why Without you it's hard to survive'

Cuz everytime we touch, I get this feeling, & Everytime we kiss, I swear I could fly, Can't you feel my heart beat fast, I want this to last, Need you by my side.'

Cause every time we touch, I feel this static, And every time we kiss, I reach for the sky, Can't you hear my heart beat so, I can't let you go, Want you in my life.

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NIALL

I could see a bunch of questions running through her mind as her eyes roamed on my face but what hurt me the most is when she took a step back.

"What are you doing here?" she finally asked a bit rudely, making Daxia frown.

"I'm just.. I'm here with Lewis." I let out stupidly, making me close my eyes for a few seconds. "I didn't know you'd be... I didn't know it would be you."

Her face suddenly changed and somehow, I realized I had hurt her and I was not sure why.

"I should just leave." she let out, walking past me as I grabbed her upper arm gently. The way two of my fingers pressed against her skin made my heart skip a beat and I swallowed.

"Please, stay." I let out in a low tone. "I don't want to ruin your night. If you want me to leave, I will."

She looked up in my eyes, her lips parting again, and glanced at Lewis and Daxia who were talking together. I could hear my friend whisper and Daxia chuckle like a schoolgirl. They didn't even listen to us and she looked back at me as I let my fingers slide on her arm before letting her go completely. She looked down at my hand and licked her lips before pressing them together.

"No, stay." she said softly. "If you leave, who am I gonna laugh at these two with?"

I stared at her and her lips curled slightly on the right, making me smile too. I chuckled and nodded but we remained motionless for a few seconds. There was a lock of her hair falling in front of her eyes and I swallowed again before reaching for it, placing it behind her ear.

"Thank you." I whispered.

She nodded with a shy smile and turned around, making me blink a few times. I followed everyone inside but grabbed Lewis, moving close to his ear to whisper.

"You could have told me!"

"I didn't know!" he let out with a chuckle. "She really said she was bringing a Caroline, totally your type, I've seen a picture! But hey it's even better. You wanted to talk to Devon and she's right here!"

I groaned and raised my nose up, still looking in front of me. I wanted to talk to Devon, that much was true, but doing it in a crowded restaurant with two of our friends was not what I had in mind. I looked at her as I sat next to her, a bit surprised that Lewis didn't sit in front of Daxia, but I didn't mention it. Feeling Devon's thigh press against mine was going to be distracting, I knew it, but I wouldn't want it otherwise.

We ordered and when the waitress left, Lewis sent a smile to Daxia before looking at me, and then at Devon.

"I thought you were bringing some girl named Caroline?" he let out cautiously. "And Devon, you didn't tell me you had something planned tonight."

"Caroline canceled last minute." Daxia explained. "I had to beg Devon to replace her. She was not in a good mood apparently, and now I suspect it's your fault."

When she turned to me and raised her eyebrows, I sat up straight and leaned my back on the bench. I was glad Devon had not mentioned anything but at the same time, I couldn't deny Daxia's words. I ended up just clearing my throat and taking a sip of my beer. I heard Devon chuckle next to me and turned my head to look at her, sending her a small smile and raising my eyebrows.

"Oh you think it's funny?" I asked, amused and happy to see her like that. "That her first thought is that I'm the one who made you in a bad mood?"

"Very." she admitted, tilting her chin up. "Besides, is she wrong?"

My smile turned into a fond one and then faltered. I had hurt her again. I knew it was a misunderstanding, but I still had hurt her and I hated it. What did I need to change to make sure I would never hurt her again? Was it just my attitude towards her? Or did I have to re-think my whole personality? We looked at each other for a few seconds. She had her head tilted and her smile was gone but her gaze was soft and I wanted to explain everything to her. Instead, I let my eyes move down to her lips before looking back up.

"I'm sorry, Devie." I whispered, trying not to blink, not wanting to miss half a second of the way she was looking at me. "I'm so sorry I hurt you again."

I could read surprise in her eyes but she didn't have time to answer. The waitress came with our food and we started eating together. I smirked a few times as Devon and I glanced at each other while watching Daxia and Lewis flirt awkwardly with each other, but as usual, Lewis was hilarious and I laughed at all his jokes.

I held my breath when I felt Devon's thigh press more against mine and frowned a bit when I felt something brush against my jeans. I looked down subtly and noticed her pinky rubbing on my thigh, wondering if she was doing it on purpose. She grabbed her glass of wine and swallowed what was left it it, making me think she was probably tipsy by now. I cleared my throat, slide my hand on my jeans and reaching for her pinky with mine. I saw her tense as my little finger brushed gently on hers and she pressed her lips together. I knew she could feel it too, an electric shock as soon as our skin touched and then, an intense sensation of warmth. It made me wonder how it would feel like to let my fingertips travel on her naked body and I blinked a few times, trying to get out of my daydream.

What took me out of my thoughts was the sound of my cellphone and I quickly stretched to reach it in my pocket, making Devon take her hand back. I checked my text messages and there was one of Lewis that simply said 'Okay we're good you can leave now!' I looked up at him, frowning at him and shaking my head slightly. He simply raised his eyebrows and I rolled my eyes with a low sigh.

"Okay so hey, I'll let you guys eat dessert together, I-uhm, I have to go."

I glanced at Devon who frowned but when she turned to Daxia, her face changed too.

"Uhm, yea, I have to leave too, so.. Dax, I'll see you in class?"

"Mmhm, and thanks for coming!"

I got up and took my wallet in my other pocket before leaving a bill on the table. I glanced at Devon who was also looking through her wallet and I held my breath as I put my hand on her wrist.

"It's okay, I'm inviting."

I watched her look down at the bill on the table as she nibbled her bottom lip. She seemed torn between accepting because she was in serious need of money or refusing because she was one of the most stubborn girls I had ever met.

"Mm, no, it's okay, I can pay for my-"

"Please, please let me." I quickly cut her as her eyes met mine. "I owe you that."

It took her a few seconds but she finally nodded and followed me outside. We took one last glance at Daxia and Lewis before turning to each other and bursting into laughter. The air of the night was getting cool but we had both drank enough to stay warm. We walked slowly on the sidewalk and I heard her sigh next to me.

"I'm sorry, I can't drive, I drank a bit too much."

"I know, I'm good with walking." she admitted with a shrug.

I was glad to walk her home but somehow, I wished she would forget where she lived and end up in my room, with me. I knew it was impossible but I still let that thought invade my brain for a few seconds.

"I didn't pay Lewis to get you out of the room." I let out, feeling my heart jump in my chest. I didn't want to admit that I had feelings for her but it was getting more obvious as the days went by. I could try to lie to myself all I wanted, I had feelings for Devon. Everyone knew it except for her, and for me, since I didn't want to accept it. But it didn't change anything. It was a fact, as far as feelings can be facts.

"Yea, Louis told me I jumped to conclusion a bit too fast." she confessed after a few minutes of silence. "I'm ready to listen to you."

"Devie, you-" I stopped myself and sighed. "You seemed so disappointed that you had to stay... You told me you really wanted to leave the room, that we were bad for each other.. I just wanted to make you happy. I didn't want you to feel stuck in a place that you hated, with someone that made you uncomfortable. I promise I had no bad intention."

Once again, a silence took place between us and I saw her lick her lips nervously. "I never said we were bad for each other. Just that it was intense between us." she corrected me, looking up in my eyes. "Don't you think?"

"I thought you meant intense.. in a bad way."

"No, not at all." she quickly replied. "You... you infuriate me sometimes but, I don't know." she shrugged and sighed. "You make me feel alive, too. I hadn't realize how numb I felt after that story with my teacher but with you, I don't know."

I felt the left corner of my lips raise a bit. I should tell her she made me feel exactly like that too, and even more, but the words got stuck in my throat. That seemed to be something that happened a lot when I was around her. I felt her fingers brush against mine as we walked and a shiver ran up my spine.

"Devie." I whispered as I stopped walking. She turned to me and I breathed in before sighing. "I'm sorry If I've hurt you. No, I know I hurt you. I'm sorry I did. I know apologizing doesn't solve everything, and you don't have to accept it, but... I'm sorry. Sincerely."

I wanted to tell her that I didn't mean to but it would be a lie. Almost every time I had hurt her, I had done it on purpose to keep her away from me, because I was scared of how I would feel if she got closer. It felt different now. I didn't want to let my old wounds and experiences ruin what I could have. And if Devon ended up giving me new wounds, I would deal with it.

"I'm sorry too." she breathed out, taking me by surprise. "I acted with you like you owed me something. You don't owe me anything, Niall. I should have kept my mood swings hidden. It wasn't fair of me to expect things from you and then get pissed when you didn't give them to me. I'm sorry."

"There's really no reason for you to apologize."

She sent me a small but fond smile and started walking again.

"Was your friend really getting rid of his mattress." she asked, making me raise my nose up in a grimace and push my hands in my pockets.

"No, I bought you a new one."

"Thank you." she let out gently, making me glance at her. "For the mattress, and for telling the truth."

My upper arm brushed against hers and once again, i felt something invade my body, like some sort of static shock or electricity. It made me want to kiss her but I just focused on getting my heartbeats back to normal.

"Lewis said I should propose you rides every morning. I wanted us to keep in touch so when he said that, I didn't argue."

"And why did you want my painting as a payment?"

"Because... because it makes me feel things, and because I'm still trying to figure out the story behind it... Because every picture, every painting, every song... every piece of art, tells a story. It's not the same story for the people enjoying it, but the artist had feelings and thoughts. Every artist has a story. I wanted to know what story was behind that painting. I still haven't figured it out."

I noticed we had stopped and she was looking up at me, her head tiltied slightly. We were at her apartment now, but I didn’t want hr to leave. I felt connected with her in a way I hadn't in a while with an other human being. It was nice to see her every day, laugh with her, chat about futile things with her, but when we dug deeper together, we found treasures.

"Why can't you just look at my painting and make up your own story? Something that comes from your own experiences?"

Her question was genuine and legitimate, and my answer was a bit too emotional, but I didn't know what else to answer.

"Because I want to know everything there is to know about you."

My voice was soft and low and without thinking, I bent down slightly as my eyes roamed on her face. I wanted to kiss her. I was ready to give anything just to feel her lips on mine, but I still moved slowly. She swallowed, her lips parted, and I heard her pant when my mouth brushed against her. Her eyes fluttered just as I closed mine but when i pushed my lips against hers, she back away.

"No, please stop."

I opened my eyes again, feeling my heart jump in my chest and threating to rip my chest apart to escape. I stared at her as she shook her head but I remained motionless, a bit shocked by her reaction.

"We, we can't." she added, licking her lips. "I don't want this anymore."

"What?" I murmured, not even sure what she meant.

"It's just going nowhere. We kiss, and make out, and then you ignore me. Or you go shag an other girl. Why were you here tonight? To meet some random girl? Why do you even want to kiss me, Niall? Why me?"

I was taken aback by how calm she was, almost resigned, and it was way scarier than when she yelled. It was like she had thought about it, like she wouldn't give in to her impulses or mine anymore, and it terrified me.

"I came here to help Lewis, I told him I didn't want to end up with anyone." I just explained, taking a step closing. "With you, it's different Devie. I'm just.. I'm attracted to you like a magnet."

"A magnet, yea, that's a good example." she swallowed hard. "We're so similar that we repulse each other, Niall. We're both stuck in our old relationships with scars that won't fade, even less disappear. I don't know why you're trying to heal with me but it's useless. You know it is."

"What if I promise not to hurt you again-"

"But you will!" she argued, answering quickly. "Look let's just, forget it okay? Thanks for bringing me back home." She opened the door before walking in but turned to me to look at me. "I won't need a ride on monday, okay? Thanks."

I stood there, motionless and upset at her words as they played over and over in my head. Perhaps I had ruined my chance a long time ago.

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I hit the door of my room a few times after trying to unlock it four times. I had ended up at a bar only to swallow a few drinks and go back to my room. It didn't help at all. Now, I was sad and drunk, which was a horrible mix.

"Hey, Neil, calm down!" Louis let out, getting out of his room quickly. "You're gonna wake everyone up!"

I turned to him and scoffed, shaking my head. "You! You shut the fuck up okay? I hold you responsible for this!"

"You're so fookin' eloquent when you're drunk, seriously." Louis rolled his eyes and sighed, closing the door of his room and grabbing the keys from my hands, He unlocked the door for me and pushed me inside before following me. "Sit down."

I had no idea why, but I did as he asked and he sighed again. "Can you get undressed by yourself?"

I groaned and blinked slowly, trying to stop the room from turning but when he reached for my shirt and tried to help me take it off, I pushed his hands away. "Hey back off!" I yelled, frowning. "It's not a mom I need right now it's a friend!"

Reluctantly, he sat next to me and I closed my eyes, feeling suddenly even more dizzy. I opened my eyes again and groaned more.

"I tried to kiss her and she pushed me away." I just mumbled, making Louis sigh again.

"Maybe she's tired of your little game."

I turned to him and frowned as my jaw dropped slightly. "Wha? What do you know?"

"You need to stop playing with her feelings, Niall. You're just hurting her." he continued, ignoring my question. "She's fragile okay, she doesn't need you to go hot and cold with her. She doesn't deserve that."

"I tried to tell her you know. I tried to tell her how I feel. I apologized but I couldn't tell her that.." I stopped myself and shook my head. "I couldn't tell her... I can't say it out loud."

"Well find the courage, or the guts, or whatever you need. Because if you don't tell her, you'll lose her. As simple as that."

"Louis, nothing is simple okay, this isn't simple, this is complex, this is complicated, this is confusing." I let out without thinking. "You need to tell her to give me a chance."

"I'm not gonna do that."

"Why?" I whined with a grimace. "You want her all for yourself is that it?"

"Please. Shut up."

I was getting mad at him and I was not sure why. He was not the one who had hurt Devon. He was not the one who had made mistakes after mistakes. He was not the one who had ruined his chance at happiness. The first one I had got in a long time, too. It was all on me.

"You're annoying. You're annoying and she's annoying too!" I complained, moving my hand in front of his face. "Tell her to fuck off. Tell her I don't care."

"You don't know what you're saying."

"Yes I do!" I argued again, my voice a bit louder. "She'd just end up breaking my heart and cheating on me with you anyway! Better off without!"

"Okayyy, someone needs a rest now."

I took off my clothes with difficulty and lied down in bed, eyes closed and face in my pillow. I couldn't stop thinking about Devon and the fact that she had given up. It took her a while, I should be thankful that she even gave me so many chances. I took none, but that was my mistake, my problem. And I couldn't stop the voice in my head telling me that it was over and that I would never be happy again. Or the other voice that said that it's exactly what I deserved. To be alone and loveless, exactly the way I had hoped for before I met Devon.

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Rumors (Niall Horan)

Emalee wandered through the endless corridors of the arena. Even from where she was she could clearly hear the chattering and screaming of the thousands of fans making their way out of the venue. And why wasn't she leaving like everyone? Well, she had been lucky to get an exclusive backstage pass in a raffle that had been made on a local radio station. Obviously, she was overwhelmed with excitement. After three years of being a fan, she was finally going to meet her favorite band. She was finally meeting One Direction. Now, she loved all of them, but Harry had always been special to her, mainly because they had been friends back in the small town of Holmes Chapel. "I wonder if he remembers me?" She thought as she reached a security guard covering a door that said 'Backstage'.

"Excuse me, I won this ticket in a raffle and they told me to come here once the concert was over." She said as she handed the man the paper. He read it carefully, then nodded and opened the door for her.

There were a few rooms and he escorted Emalee to the last one. It was lounge, with a wide sofa in front of a coffee table and a tv hanging from the wall. There were a couple of armchairs beside it with the same velvet colour as the sofa. A table was placed on the left corner, with bottles of water and some food on it, and a few chairs surrounding it.

"I'll bring them here when they're ready." Said the man, leaving the room. Emalee sat on the sofa, checking her phone to tell one of her friends that she was already there. In a matter of five minutes the door opened, revealing the same guard from before and the five boys behind him. "You have around half an hour. Then we need to head to the hotel." The boys all nodded and the guard made his way out of the room once again.

They all greeted each other. It was a bit awkward at first, but once Emalee got used to being in front of her idols she started talking a lot more. When she was confident enough she asked Harry if he remembered her. He narrowed his eyes and scrunched his nose while thinking. It looked as if something clicked on him, because his green orbs lit up in realization. "Emalee! Of course, how didn't I see it when you said your name? My God, you've changed so much!" Without a doubt Harry had had a hard time recognizing her. Her hair was now dyed a jet black colour, which completely changed her old appearance. Still, her piercing blue eyes gave away it was her, and once Harry remembered her, her smile, accompanied by her signature dimples, only seemed to confirm it. Harry stood up and moved Liam from beside Emalee, sitting next to her and placing an arm around her shoulder as he started to tell stories from when they were little kids.

The half an hour went by faster than they realised, and in no time the guard was telling them they had to leave.

"After settling in the hotel we're going out for dinner, wanna come with us?" Asked Harry before following the boys.

"Yes! That'd be amazing!" Emalee couldn't contain her excitement.

"Here, give me your phone number so I can message you to tell you the restaurant we're going." He handed her his phone and she wasted no time in typing in her number "I'll see you later then. Bye!"

*time skip*

An impressively big car with tinted windows parked right in front of Emalee as she waited at the entrance of the restaurant. One by one, they jumped out of the vehicle and approached to give her a hug when they saw her.

The meal went by smoothly, and they all enjoyed their time to the fullest, sharing funny stories and anecdotes. But one thing was off, and that was Niall. The usual loud and cheerful Irish was mostly silent, glancing almost constantly at Emalee. If anyone had noticed they would most certainly have told him he was putting heart eyes at her. Truth is, he had never believed in anything such as love at first sight, but he couldn't deny now he was completely infatuated by the cerulean-eyed girl. Even if he didn't see it, Emalee was also looking back at him. There was something about Niall that attracted her, he always had, but now that they were face to face she liked him even more. She felt herself blush whenever she caught Niall staring at her, and the blonde's reaction was the same.

As surprising as it looked, Emalee was able to stay with the boys during the tour. And the more time she spent with them, the more she fell for Niall. The fans, who soon knew about her, seemed to like her, and started shipping them, which somehow made them grow closer. It was after three weeks of being with them that Niall reunited the courage and asked her out on a date. He decided it was best if they were away from anyone's sight, and thus he prepared a picnic in the countryside.

"This is so lovely! Thanks Ni, I'm really enjoying my time here." Said Emalee when they finished eating.

"Prepare yourself then, the best is about to come." He took her hand and guided her to the top of the hill where they were staying. They sat there and admired the landscape, a beautiful valley covered in soft, tall grass with some mountains in the background, the intermittent glows of the transparent water of a river visible from afar. They could catch a glimpse of the sun, hiding behind the peak of a mountain. As time passed, the sky turned into a mixture of red and violet, creating a mesmerizing view. They watched in awe, their eyes wide open as they viewed the outstanding display of nature.

"This is so... beautiful." Said Emalee in a whisper.

"Though I'm getting to see something even more beautiful."

"What?"

"You." He said, closing the gap between them and kissing her softly. She was surprised at first, but wasted no time in kissing back, their lips moving in sync. She stayed with her eyes closed, even when they were no longer kissing. "Emalee, I've felt something for you since the first day I met you. And that feeling has only been growing. I'd love it if you wanted to be my girlfriend." He declared. He lowered his head when he started to say the next words, suddenly more shy "Though I understand if you don't want to, I know Harry's always been special to you."

"I'd love to." She said. Niall wasn't expecting her to say anything, and he looked up with a face that showed he wasn't sure of what he had heard. "What?" "I said I'd love it if I could be your girlfriend. I really like you too, Ni."

"Really?!" His blue-ish orbs lit up in happiness and Emalee just giggled at his actions while nodding. He wasted no time in tackling her in a hug, which took Emalee by surprise, making them lie in the grass. With all the time that had passed it was already dark and they stayed like that, hugging while gazing at the set of stars and constellations up above their heads.

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Half a year after their first date they were still happily dating. Everyone loved seeing them together, and both Niall and Emalee had never been so joyful. However, there always had to be someone who wasn't so fond of the couple. In this case, that person was Harry. And the reason was no other but that he also fancied Emalee. If the circumstances had been different and he had met her at the same time as the other boys had, he would accept her choice. But that's not how it happened. He knew her way before the others had. He had fallen for her way before Niall had. As much as he didn't want to, he was jealous. "If only I had confessed earlier... Maybe, just maybe... " he thought constantly. He wasn't the one to hold a grudge on anyone, but with this he couldn't help it. He thought none stop of a way to end Niall and Emalee's relationship. As much as he didn't want to hurt any of them, he no longer could stand seeing them together and knowing it could be him.

The boys had now a break during the tour before leaving to another continent, so Emalee was at home. It was one of those lazy afternoons where she decided not to do a thing and just watch a movie while sipping a mug of tea. Usually, she would've been cuddling with Niall, but he was out with some of his friends from his hometown that had come to visit him.

Midway through the film she had lost all interest in it, so she just turned the tv off and decided to entertain herself on the internet. After endless scrolling through different websites she came across a One Direction article of an online gossip magazine. Most times she would've ignored it. She wasn't the kind that cared of what the media said about her or the band because many times the news they gave weren't true, but for some reason she found herself reading that one article. Niall and Emalee's perfect love in danger: was it all fake? was the title. It already looked like the type of rumor she wouldn't even care about, but she continued reading.

Niall Horan, one fifth of the record-selling boy band One Direction, and his girlfriend Emalee have granted us this year with one of the most beautiful and loved couples. Practically all directioners find it an idyllic relationship, something that can't always be said about the thoughts of fans on celebrities love lifes.

But is it really as perfect as it looks? A conversation of Niall with an unknown person is said to have been leaked, and it threats to tear them apart. We don't have the rights to put it up, but as a whole, the Irish component of the band talks about how he only started dating Emalee to have company during the tour, and that now that they weren't on the road it's no longer something relevant to him. "C'mon, we all need to entertain ourselves. You know it doesn't mean a thing anyways." Was one of the sentences heard in the audio. We believe this will, without a doubt, affect negatively their relationship. The question is, what will exactly happen? We'll keep you updated, dear reader. Stayed tuned for future news.

The moment Emalee reached the end of the article she became aware of the air she had been holding. Her lower lip trembled when she released it. "This must be fake... It has to be." She tried to convince herself, but the possibility of that happening only seemed to increase the more she questioned it. She desperately needed to talk to someone. To Niall mainly, but she didn't want to disturb him with what was possibly a rumor. She needed someone to tell her it wasn't true, just so that she believe in that. The only person she was able to think of and that she was close enough to feel comfortable talking about this issue was Harry. She phoned him and told him to come over, at what he responded with being there as fast as he could after hearing her worried voice.

Seven long minutes later there was a knock at the door. Even if Emalee had so eagerly called him, now she was reluctant to open the door. All the courage she gained right after reading the article had now faded, leaving her with a void that slowly filled her with fear. She creeped up to the door and unlocked it after some seconds of doubt. She didn't even answer Harry when he said hi, she just went back to her laptop and Harry followed close behind.

"Read it." She said showing him the piece of news.

"I know this sounds stupid but, do you think it could be true?" Asked Emalee once he finished reading it. This was followed by a painfully long silence from Harry, which only made Emalee's concern worsen.

"I'm afraid it is." He said quietly. "What?" That wasn't what Emalee was waiting to hear. "Actually... It was me the one he was talking to. I don't know how someone found about it." There was no answer from Emalee, so he continued "I thought I had to tell you, but I couldn't think of a way to say it. I was hoping I could've told you in a better way than you getting to know it like this." He signaled to the computer screen as he finished talking.

Emalee couldn't believe it. There was no way. After all the times that passed, all the moments they had, she couldn't bear to admit that was true. And there was Harry, telling her otherwise. That Niall himself had said those words to him. Tears started building up in the corner of her eyes, and it reached the point where there were so many they began to cascade down her cheeks, staining her face. Her breath began being ragged and not too long after she started sobbing uncontrollably. Harry could only watch, powerless. It broke his heart. Seeing her crying, suffering... and all because of him. It was his fault. Suddenly, he saw that it was wrong trying to get her. That she was happy with Niall and it wasn't right for him to take away that happiness. He realised that, even if she wasn't with Niall, that didn't mean she'd be with him. He closed the distance between them and hugged her tightly.

"I'm sorry." Whispered Harry. Emalee thought he was referring to what Niall did, so he continued explaining what he really meant. "I'm sorry, it's all my fault."

"Why would it be your fault?" She asked confused with a shaky voice. Harry gulped, not knowing how to tell her. He hadn't planned this. His idea was for Emalee to break up with Niall and then after some weeks ask her out, not to tell her he made all of it up. He was genuinely scared. He didn't want Emalee to hate him, although he understood that's what was most likely to happen. Emalee brought him back from his internal conflict, impatient by his lack of answers. He maintained eye contact for a few moments, admiring her beautiful blue orbs, and resolved to be straightforward and say it directly "I made it up... the conversation, it didn't happen... Niall never said that."

If Emalee's feelings were a mess before, now they were in the middle of a hurricane of chaos. The amount of questions forming in her mind were enough to make her slightly dizzy, reaching the point where she had to sit down to take it all in. She managed to make an undefined sound that turned into a why in the end. Harry looked down, ashamed. "Because I love you." He muttered. "And I thought if I made you break up with Niall you'd date me instead."

Emalee was even more confused now. "Y-you love me?" She was able to ask, at what Harry answered with a quiet "yeah."

She honestly had no idea how to feel about this. Harry was like her best friend, but after what he had done, she didn't know if she was mad, hurt, or sad since he thought it'd be a good idea to crush her feelings. But above anything she wanted answers. And to put an end to this. "How did you give the press the rumor?"

"I have a friend that works for that magazine. I asked him to publish it without mentioning me."

"Take it down. Make him erase the article, I don't want anyone to think this could actually be true." Her tone was harsh, a bit rude and demanding. Harry hated having Emalee being angry at him, but he knew he deserved it. He quickly told his friend to take it down, and after that there was a period of uncertainty from both of them.

"Emalee, I swear I'm so sorry. I never thought it'd turn out like thi-"

"How did you think it was gonna turn out Harry?!" For some reason, Harry's words of apology only provoked the opposite effect on her, making the bubble of anger that had been building up in her explode. "Did you actually believe I'd be happy to know Niall doesn't give a shit about me? That I'd run into your arms the moment we broke up?" She calmed down the slightest, breathing heavily from her previous statements "Harry, I love Niall. And he loves me. You can't just think it'll be okay to say he doesn't care about me, cause I know he does. And know I love you Harry, but just as much as I can love any of the boys. I'll forgive you eventually, because that's what friendship is all about, but you can't pretend I'll be on good terms with you for now."

Harry just nodded. He felt heartbroken, but that's how it was. She was right. He couldn't help but feel immensely stupid for what he had done.

"Could you go? If you don't mind, I'd like to be alone now." "Yes." It was the only thing he could do for her now, so he left without hesitation. On the other hand, Emalee felt the loneliness of her house slowly pressuring her, in a way choking her. She was lucky because not too long after Niall arrived from being with his friends. Before he got to the bedroom she quickly checked on the magazine, and saw no signs of the article. She smiled the tiniest bit in relief, just when Niall opened the door. "Hi princess." He said cheerfully, although in no time he sensed something was off. "Is everything alright?" he asked now concerned.

"I read a silly rumor and I was a bit worried, but it was just that, a silly rumor. Nothing relevant."

"Good then. I don't like seeing my princess frowning." He said as he jumped into the bed and brought her close to him, kissing her nose and letting her snuggle into his chest, slowly drifting to sleep.

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When The Sun Met The Moon: part 2

A/N: Okay so I got a pretty positive response to the first little part of this that I did and decided to do another part because I kind of fell in love with my characters and wanna see where I can take them! Anyway please let me know if you guys like this! Enjoy! <3

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“Niall Horan....”

And just like that I fell back into the fandom.

“You must be Olivia, yer sister mentioned tha you like our music, is that right?” Niall asked bending over a little so he could be on my sister’s level.

“UH HUH THATS RIGHT! I LOVE ONE DIRECTION SO MUCH! Harmony doesn’t like you guys anymore though!”

Oh shit

“LIV!”

“What?! It’s true!”

I was so embarrassed and caught up in arguing with Olivia that it wasn’t until Niall’s laugh cut through our conversation that I realized how ridiculous we must’ve looked.

“ Haha! Harmony? Right?”

“Yes... Mr. Horan?”

“Ah please, just Niall! Its okay, not everyone is a fan. It’s no big deal really!”

“I am a fan! I mean I was before! I drifted away once you guys went on break and all that mess happened! Ugh it’s complicated...”

“Well listen, if that’s true then I’m terribly sorry and I hope you’ll give me an the lads a chonce to make it up to yeh tonight but we should probably get moving because yeh weren’t kiddin when you said it was freezin out here!”

And with that he started to lead us towards the buses to meet the rest of the band. Meanwhile in the back of my mind I’m trying to make sure I remember to breathe and that I’ll survive this night.

Olivia was doing phenomenal compared to me.

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Before we went in I decided it would probably be best to give my little sister a small pep talk for her sake aswell as the boys’ sake. I could never forgive myself if my sister got banned from concerts forever for being a little hooligan!

“Olives listen to me real quick okay? I know how much you adore these boys but remember they are people just like you and me alright? So remember when I would show you those videos and tell you how some fans dont respect personal space?”

“Yeah I remember Harmony! You said we gotta use our manners!”

“Exactly! Good! So dont forget to use your manners and give the boys some space okay?”

“Got it! I’m gonna be the best fan ever!”

“You already are babe! Go in and say hi, I’m gonna try to catch my breath really quick okay? I wont be long at all!”

“Okay sissy! Hurry though!”

While she went in I stood on the side of the bus for a second. I felt terrible. How could I have just gave up on them so easily? I know I had a lot going on but I completely forgot that these boys were some of the nicest people until now. Niall had just made tonight a night my sister (and honestly myself) would never forget.

“Hey Harmony, you okay?” he sounded worried and yet gorgeous all the same

“Niall, hey, yeah I was just thinking.” I replied honestly

“Oh? Wanna talk about it? I’ve been told that I’m an amazin listener!”

Imangine me telling my small problems to Niall Horan! How many girls would kill to be me right now? But I opted to keep the conversation light, I wouldn’t want to weird him out off the bat.

“I’m sure you are but its okay really! Nothing important at all anyway!” I gave him a small smile

“Yeh sure? I mean it, if there’s anything at all I can try to help,,,”

“Nah, I’m fine really! Maybe next time I’ll let you pick my brain about it!”

Did I really just say next time? Who was I kidding other than myself?

“Alright, I’m gonna hold yeh to that! Come on inside, yer sister is ravin about you and how yer the best sister ever so all the guys are dyin to meet ya!” he said with a nudge.

I felt like I was dreaming! One Direction wants to meet me? On what planet is that reality? Oh, this one, this is real. I decided to suck it up and head on the bus as bravely as I could.

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Oh. My. God.

“H-Hello-Hi... I’m Harmony” my inner teen was crying but I was pretty composed so that was good!

“Hello Harmony, your sister here has told us so much about you! It’s great to meet you!” Harry said giving me his hand to shake

“Yeah apparently you’re the best sister in the world” Liam continued also shaking my hand

“Well I like her already! She’s got a wicked name and she managed to convince her mum to name her sister after one of our songs which takes balls and dedication. Let’s have a hug then luv” Louis blurted out before yanking me into hug

“Wait am I dreaming?! I just hugged Louis Tomlinson and shook Harry Styles’ and Liam Payne’s hands!” I squeaked out

“Haha! Harmony I thought you said that we needed to treat the boys like they are normal just like me and you?” Olivia reminded me giggling and doing some funny dance with Louis

“I know Liv I’m trying, thank you though.” I said sheepishly grinning

“Ah no need to be shy love!” Liam said attempting to be helpful

“Right, we’re just hanging out. Just relax, come sit on the couch with me” Harry said patting the seat next to him

“No funny business Styles, you’ll give ‘er a heart attack if yeh do something weird!” Niall shouted from near the door

“Oi! I don’t do weird things ever! We’re just sitting and having a conversation...” Harry replied “Soooooo Harmony.... I just have one question for you”

“Of course Harry! Anything! What do you wanna know?” I said a little more eager than I would have liked

“Your sister also mentioned...”

“HARRY STOP! We decided we wouldn’t!” Liam cut him off

“What’s he goin on about now?” Louis chimed in

“I NEVER AGREED TO ANYTHING! I Simply said I wouldn’t make her uncomfortable, she looks comfy on the couch does she not?”

“JUST ASK ME HAROLD!” I yelled above the bickering

They all looked at me

“Well... why don’t yeh like us?” Harry said

Uh oh

“But I do” I replied quickly

“Nuh uh Harmony! Don’t lie! Momma says its a sin!” Thank you Olivia

“I like you all as people!” I defended

“But you don’t like our music?” Liam asked

“Ugh Olivia I should beat you with a stick!” I sighed “Listen, I used to love your music and I still have very special and fond memories with your music but I thought you guys had really broken up when you went on your hiatus okay? And when you came back it just wasn’t the same! I can’t handle this pressure! I’m just gonna go back outside, Liv I’ll peep my head in when they have to go onstage.”

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I tried my hardest not to just bolt as soon as I got off that bus, the only thing keeping me glued was the fact that I was with my 9 year old sister who would never let me live peacefully if I decided that we needed to leave.

They sounded like they were having a great time probably joking around and being silly. I on the other hand was miserable again and freezing.... again.

Suddenly I heard the bus door open and shut and saw Harry coming over to where I was standing. Great. Time to get chewed out.

“Harry...”

“No Harmony, just listen for a second.”

I nodded allowing him to go on

“I’m so sorry...”

“What?”

“I shouldn’t have put you on the spot like tha’ an’ I feel terrible. We knew when we decided to take a break that some of our fans might leave us and I dunno why it still hurts but I’m sure you have your reasons and either way tha’s not what matters. You’re here and I’ve been really rude”

“Harry you’ve been wonderful! I feel horrible. I shouldn’t have come! I wouldn’t have come! I’m sorry. After tonight you won’t ever have to see me or hear from me again, I promise.” I have no clue how I was holding my tears for this long but I was proud of myself for doing so.

“Ah no no no love don’t say that...” he said wiping a runaway tear from my face “I’ve quite enjoyed getting to know you! ‘M glad yeh came! Please come back on the bus? The rest of the lads feel pretty gutted and I think Liam has developed a bit of a crush on yeh” he winked

I couldn’t help but laugh. Harry was far too charming for his own good.

“Alright Styles but only because I can only imagine what sort of influence you boys will have on my sister if I leave you all alone too long!” I said nudging his tummy

“Hey before you guys leave she’s gonna be a master prankster is Louis has his way!” He said holding the door open for me but grabbing my wrist before I walked on

“Yeah Harry?”

“I jus wanted to say thank you for bein honest. Its refreshing and I meant what I said about bein glad yeh came with Olivia. I really want to be friends okay?”

“I’m glad I came too Harry, I would love to be friends. Its been a memorable night.”

And as I said that my night became even more memorable when THE Harry Styles kissed my cheek before climbing on the bus.

I had no idea how I was supposed to think straight after that but I did have an idea of how much of a long night this was gonna be.

#one direction #one d #louis tomlinson #Niall Horan #Harry Styles #liam payne #fluffy #harry fluff #niall fluff

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