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tiniest-typewriter · 4 years

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you’re my number one *:・ﾟ✧

characters: Mario/Luigi

summary: Mario has a day off and spends it with his beloved brother, who makes a shocking discovery

its been quite some time since the older one of the Mario bros had a day off. there was always something the plumber needed to be ready for.

princess peach getting kidnapped? the Toads being threatened by Goombas? Bowser being up to his usual shenanigans? you never know!

but today, he was finally free to kick back and spend some quality time with his beloved brother Luigi.

speaking of, he was just heading for the living room, but got involuntarily slobbered on by polterpup on his way there. he chuckled and pet the loyal pup before heading to join his brother on the couch.

“so uh..“ he began “finally a day off, huh?“

Mario chuckled and stretched his arms. “yes! the kingdom is safe and I can-“ he interrupted himself with a pained yipe “mama mia!!“ and quickly lowered his arms again.

“ma-ma-ma-mario?! whats wrong?!“ luigi asked, full of concern. but his older bro shook his head “nothing! nothing! I´m fine!“ polterpup whined and jumped up onto the couch, right next to the hurt plumber. meanwhile luigi began to look more and more worried about his brother. which was something Mario just couldn't bear to see for too long “okay okay!“ mario said eventually. “I may have been hit a bit too hard when I went to save the princess the other day“ he said, trying to make it sound like just a bit of an inconvienience.

“but It´s fine! nothing I havent gone through before! I will be up going on another adventure in no time!“ but just as he was trying to strike a heroic pose for his bro to underline his confidence, the pain struck through his body yet again “ouwowowowouch!!!“ he whined out of pain and habit.

that was it! luigi has heard enough!

“you should go to bed!“ he told his bro. “or take a hot bath or whatever! just anything to help you get well!“

but mario protested “luigi! I don´t need to rest! I am fine! really!“ he said. polterpup whined and poked his nose into mario´s side, making him cry out in pain a third time and making his argument void.

Luigi took mario´s arm and carefully pulled him up to his feet. “you need rest, bro!“ he said. polterpup barked in agreement and followed the two brothers to their bedroom.

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“come on!“ “no!“

mario and luigi were sitting on the bed, the latter holding a first aid kit and the former pouting like a child.

“come on, brother!“ luigi said. “you need to let me see your injuries so I can treat them!“

mario tried to keep insisting that everything was perfectly fine, but he eventually gave up and sighed in defeat. “okay, okay” he said reluctantly and opened the buttons of his overalls. however, taking off his shirt was more of a struggle. he attempted it, but when he lifted his arms, the pain struck once more, making him stop.

luigi frowned in worry. “you must be really badly hurt.“ he said. “that´s nothing!“ mario insisted and tried again, biting down hard on his lip as he slipped out of the shirt and tossed it aside. “th-there! no problem!“ he said, clearly in a lot of pain.

luigi gasped in shock at what he saw. “M-M-MARIO!!” he shouted. “how could you keep this from me??”

the chubby plumber´s body was covered in painful looking bruises and marks.

this was definitely more than just being ´hit a bit too hard´.

there was a large blue and red mark covering nearly his whole left side and many smaller ones all over the place, along with various scratches and a quite nasty looking scar going from over his chest to his right side.

it looked like bowser threw him around the room like a bouncy ball and then gave him to a chain-chomp as a chew toy.

“how did this happen??“ luigi asked in terror, while mario tried his best to calm him down. “like I said! adventure! the-the princess!! she needed saving!!“ “you can´t safe the princess if you get turned into a pile of mushroom mash first!!“

mario pouted, but knew his bro was right.

luigi opened the first aid kit, but didnt even know what to focus on first. the scar looked pretty bad..but the bruise did too!

he aplied some medicine to a cotton ball and sheepishly looked away. “this might burn a bit” he said and before mario could even say “huh?” he went to work disinfecting the scar.

the pudgy plumber yiped in pain, but quickly pressed a hand to his mouth to silence himself “I know, I know!“ luigi said. “I´m sorry! I´m almost done!“ luigi was entirely focused on treating the nasty wound, so he didnt notice polterpup sneaking around the room, taking steps that were lighter than air. the little doggie eventually walked up to the bed, as he wanted to see what was keeping the two busy for so long.

he gave a small bark.

which ended up spooking luigi so much that he threw himself forward into mario’s arms out of fear.

the poor man was trembling horribly, expecting a ghost or chain chomp attack out of nowhere, but once he finally opened his eyes, he was just greeted by polterpup’s innocent little face as he rolled around, barked some more and then vanished through the wall.

“phew..“ luigi was relieved that there was no danger around, however, now he found himself in a whole different situation.

“oh..OH!!“ luigi quickly backed away from his half naked brother, his entire face bright pink from embarrasment. he chuckled nervously and looked away. “I-I’m so sorry mario!“ he said. “I was just- I didn’t mean to- I thought-“ but whatever he was about to say got replaced by another worry. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?“

mario, still a bit confused by how quickly all of that transpired, shook his head. “n-no, I’m fine“ he said. “how about you? are you alright?“ luigi nodded shyly. “y-y-yes!“ he said. “p-polterpup just surprised me, that’s all..“

he took the bandages from the first aid kit, but as he continued treating mario’s wounds, he couldn’t seem to concentrate..or look up at him for that matter.

he began to focus on small details, like how often his fingers brushed against his brother’s bare skin..or how much his hands were shaking..and how uncomfortably hot his face felt..

was this weird? was he being weird?

all luigi wanted was to treat his brother’s battle wounds, but all of a sudden he felt like he’s crossing a line..

was Mario even taking any note of that? was the anxious plumber just overthinking the situation and making a big deal out of nothing?

all those thoughts tore at poor Luigi and it didnt take long until he suddenly dropped the roll of bandages.

“oh! I-I’m sorry, I’m just a bit distracted..“ Luigi said with a nervous laugh and picked the bandages back up. “distracted by what?“ as Luigi looked up at Mario, he saw such a gentle little smile on the other’s face that it made Luigi smile as well, despite all these conflicting thoughts occupying his mind. “n-nothing“ he said with a chuckle. “just..the usual.“ he shrugged.

he continued his work, taking deep breaths and trying to stop worrying about all this.

which was extremely hard as he felt his brother's eyes on him the whole time.

once he was finally done treating each and every one of Mario's wounds, he smiled proudly and handed his brother his shirt. "okie dokie, all done!" he said with a smile.

"thank you so much, bro!" Mario said happily and put the shirt back on with a bit of a struggle.

he then pulled Luigi into a big hug, leaving the tall plumber with even more conflicting feelings as he looked away ashamedly. "y-you're welcome.." he said. "okay, luigi. what's wrong?" Mario asked, both fists on his hips in a somewhat scolding manner.

"n-nothing!" Luigi insisted, but his brother didn't let him off the hook that easily. "you're acting strange! luigi, I am your brother, if there is something going on with you, you can tell me!"

at that, Mario's stern look got a lot more gentle, almost pleading. which in turn, made Luigi feel a whole lot more guilty than he did already.

"I-I.." he was about to spill the pasta sauce, but he just couldn't talk about it. "I can't tell you this, Mario..I'm sorry.." he looked away. he simply couldn't see that worried and hurt look in his beloved brother's face anymore.

but as much as it pained him to be so secretive to his brother, someone he´s known his whole life and who he knew wouldn´t be upset with luigi even if he did tell him..

..probably..

..maybe..

..hopefully...

no. no no no!

he couldn't tell him about all those things that are on his mind right now. it was too big of a risk!

Luigi swallowed hard in his throat and stood up to leave. "w-well, you need rest, so I better-"

but then, unbeknownst to Luigi, polterpup came jumping through the wall right behind him, accidentally bumping into him and making him stumble, trip and fall. but this time, he would have fallen flat on his face, if it wasn't for the hero of the mushroom kingdom jumping up from the bed to quickly catch him.

so there he was again. in his brother's arms once more. this time he was not half naked, granted, but luigi's face was flushing up nonetheless.

"are you okay, little brother?" Mario asked, a bright smile on his face as he held his brother in his arms as if he was lighter than a feather. Luigi found himself entranced and couldn't help but be amazed by Mario's strengh. after all, Luigi had just finished patching up his wounds and here he was lifting him up like it's nothing.

Guess a true hero never rests, huh?

that thought made Luigi smile. it made all so much sense now..

thinking back, Luigi would always make sure to stay as close to his broter as possible. because he felt safe by his side, more confident and as if he could take on the whole world with his brother.

he admired him..

he loved him..

..maybe..more than he initially thought..

Mario may have over time become the hero of the mushroom kingdom, but to Luigi, he was always a hero..his hero..

and in his dazed and awestruck state of mind, Luigi did something truly outrageous.

he grabbed Mario by the collar of his shirt and went for a kiss right on his brother's lips. it lasted quite a while actually, before Luigi's mind caught up with what on earth he was doing that is.

the realisation came like a speeding bullet bill and his entire body jerked in shock, making him slip out of Mario's arms.

interestingly enough, that seemed to concern Mario much more than what happened prior.

"Luigi!!" he called out and helped him back to his feet. "are you hurt? I didn't mean to let you fall!"

"ma-ma-ma-mario!! I-I can explain!!" Luigi cried immediately, already backing away as there was nothing he would rather do in this moment than to flee.

"I was just-!! I wasnt trying to-!!"

"Luigi!"

"it won't ever, ever happen again, mario! I'm so so sorry!!"

"Luigi!!"

"I can't believe I did that!! you must be furious!! you must hate me!! you-"

but luigi got cut off by a rather soft pair of lips pressing against his and he could feel all of his anxious thoughts melt away as he was pulled into a hug on top of that.

it felt so warm and comforting..

as it ended, there was only one question left on Luigi's mind.

"does..does that mean..you..?"

his face got red and he was glad that he didn't need to finish that question, as Mario was already nodding.

"y-you.." Luigi gulped as he could feel himself nearly tearing up. "you're the best~" he said happily.

Mario nuzzled his cheek, chuckling. "you're the best~" he said.

#super mario #super mario bros #the super mario bros #mario #luigi #mario and luigi #mariocest #mario x luigi #fanfic #fanfiction #anti anti #pro shipping #anti anti shipping

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lucaluther · 4 years

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Nero X Luca - Came for Groceries, Left with Company - CONCLUDED ( discord )

LUCA

Luca was a mess. He felt it more than looked it, but his hands shaking by his sides was a clear sign so he kept them shoved into his pockets as he walked quickly down the grocery aisle. He’d be in town for a month at this point, but with paranoia crawling up his spine and trying to find a good routine around a 9-5 job, he had no doubt that this is what sub withdrawals felt like in full force. While he debated between hot chocolate with marshmallows or without to ease the tension in his shoulders, he glanced towards movement on his right and locked eyes with a man. A man who, fifteen minutes later, he found himself outside the grocery store with, his hands still shoved in his pockets now shaking to touch the dom in front of him. He kept them stubbornly to himself, and gave the man a cocky smile, “Would it be rude to proposition you outside a grocery store, sir?”

NERO

Nero had not expected this today. At all. He was taking his day off to shop and get ready for the week when he noticed the curly haired boy walking down the aisle. He could tell that something was off. As a dominate he had grown accustomed to learning about people from the small things that gave them away... still, though, he didnt say anything... anything until they somehow ended up outside the store face to face. His question made his mouth twitch though he tried his hardest not to laugh. “It wouldnt be, no. Are you ok?”

LUCA

That cocky smile faltered, just for a moment, long enough that he looked as if no one had ever asked after him and he didn’t know how to answer. But then it slid back onto his face, and he shrugged, “Who really knows?” Luca took a step closer, and then another until he was within reaching distance. Despite the hollowed feeling in his chest, he was sure of himself, “This is me propositioning you, then, to clarify.” He cocked his head to the side, eyes focusing on the man’s lips before flicking up to meet his gaze once more, “What do you say?” Inside his hoodie pockets, his hands clenched together tightly, willing them to stop shaking so he could concentrate.

NERO

He watched him with worried eyes as he made a joke. He didn’t want to push him so he didnt comment, leaning forward slightly, pressing his body between hi and the brick wall. “I assumed so.” He reached up and cupped his face, inhaling his scent deeply. “What is it you want to do, exactly,” his voice a rough purr. “Explain to me.”

LUCA

Luca exhaled almost in sync with the dom inhaling as a result of the touch. At finally being touched. His hands spasmed in his pockets but he only clenched them tighter into fists, unwilling to show how much he needed this. Needed him. But that rough baritone was asking him something and he could only focus on the press of the doms body inching forwards, as his own leaned against the wall. Inviting proximity. “I want to submit for you.” At this, he grins, leaning his head back and exposing his neck, eyes flirty and mischievous with false confidence. “However you’ll have me.”

NERO

He was not a particularly harsh dom. He liked to be obeyed and if he wasn’t, he was good at giving punishments. This was different though. He leaned in closer, feeling the heat radiating off his body as he spoke. “Mmmm are you prepared to be a good pup for me....? Ready to do whatever i tell you to?” He growled deeply in the back of his throat, his hands dipping to grip his hips. He dropped his mouth to his throat. He could feel the thrum of his pulse pick up against his mouth, smirking as he sucked a spot against his pale skin. He bit into the curve of his shoulder, skimming his hands beneath his shirt

LUCA

Luca bit his lip and nodded, the motion small enough to keep from jostling the man now against him. Just in case, he voiced his agreement out loud as well, “Yes, sir.” He was expecting the touch but it still made his pulse jump as fingers dug into his hips. Luca arched his back just enough off the wall to press his lower half against the doms. There was a feeling in his chest, begging him to lean into everything the stranger was giving him. Teeth and tongue seemed to find his weak spot quickly, and his head made an actual sound when it fell back against the wall with a moan from the submissive. Luca didn’t even notice his hands had moved of their own accord until he had them pressed against the man’s chest, attempting to pull him gently closer. The man’s fingers brushed over the sensitive skin over his stomach where it was raised into a scar and he hissed out a startled breath of air, leaning, always leaning into the touch. September 15, 2020

NERO

He lazily worked the spot over with his teeth, leaving a purple bloom across his pale skin. He paused and looked at him as his fingers brushed the raised scar. He gave him time to say no, to quit, before he moved his hands to where he wouldn’t accidentally brush it again. He kissed him, his lips bruising against his own and let his hand trail down to the other boy’s ass. He grabbed a handful of it. If anyone was watching he did not care; lost in how the younger man responded to the pleasure he was getting. “If you want me to stop you tell me and this all stops instantly. I do not stop unless you speak up. Any questions?”

LUCA

The pause in motion at the brush of the man's fingers over his scar sent a jolt of panic through him. Luca didn't mind, he just wanted to be touched, but it seemed the stranger didn't like it by the way he moved his hand away. He swallowed around the lump in his throat, and pushed that fear of not being good enough for even a random hook up out of his thoughts. He kissed back just a fiercely, catching the man's lower lip between his teeth in a nip of playfulness. Luca wanted to wrap his legs around the man's waist when the dom grabbed his ass, but instead just leaned his weight more into the wall. "Nope," he pops the 'p' as it leaves his lips, "but you better not stop. My safe word is churro." And at that he grins and leans back in to retake the man's lips.

NERO

“Churro it is,” he smirked. He dropped his hand between them and worked the button open with ease, freeing him from his pants as he deepened the kiss and nipped back at him. He slid his fingers around his exposed cock, smoothing his hand up and down his length as he bit another spot on his pale skin. He was hard in his hand, pliant and ready for whatever else he had planned for that afternoon. Just like he liked them. He pulled away after teasing him for a little while. He gripped his shoulders and turned him, pressing him against the wall with one hand and pulling his pants down over the swell of his ass with the other. “So beautiful,” he purred in his ear. “I can’t wait to make you moan.”

LUCA

Luca groaned and buried his face in the man's shoulder, lips parted and eyes squeezed shut at the delicious contact of a hand wrapped around his cock. He was making soft noises; whispered moans and gasps of pleasure from being teased. He bucked his hips once- twice and bit down on his lip. Suddenly the hand was gone and he whimpered at the loss, wondering if he had done something wrong until he was being turned and pushed into the wall. He didn't even mind being practically fully clothed, he spread his legs a bit and arched his back into the man's chest at the purr. He wanted a hand around his throat, fingers knotted in his hair but this was a hook up in a back alley. Luca was taking what he could get. He groaned and grinded back on the still clothed erection of the stranger behind him, not pausing even as he asked, "Y-you're clean, yes? And don't just say so because you want this as much as I do."

NERO

He worked his belt loose, the question making him pause, his smile soft. “I get checked every two months and have come back clean every time this far. I do have a condom handy if that would ease your worries though” He punctuated his statement by grinding his hips against the curly haired boy’s ass. “Whatever you want.” He bit his shoulder and waited for a reply. He was a dom, yes, but it was truly the sub who was in control and he would listen when he talked.

@fitslikeacardigan

#nero.#threads.#discord.#concluded.#dropped.

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emotionally-imbruised · 5 years

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Okay lol I didnt want to send it again and have you had already gotten it lmao. Well I was just thinking like we know how YN was during the time between her leaving Harry's and him and Gemma showing up at her place, but we don't anything about his time. Like, how he felt knowing she left while he was puking for example, and all the rough times during that week and the times he wanted her to hold him, thinking he fucked up, Gemma persuading his sick mopey ass to go to her place. You know? :)

I PROMISE I DIDNT FORGET ABOUT THIS BUT HI HERE SHE IS

Accidentally In Love: Harry’s POV (kinda?)

“What’s the problem, I don’t know. Well, maybe I’m in love.”

Pt. 1 | Pt. 2

A/N: I recommend reading these other parts first to make more sense of this, but like, you do you fam

In the many years, Harry has spent getting to know you from you being one of Gemma’s best friends as well as one of his own, it’s very easy for him to deem you as unpredictable. You like keeping people on their toes. Whether it be with your witty humor or sarcastic remarks, there’s something about making people face the unknown that you find rather intriguing; even if it’s unintentional and at the worst possible times.

During those years of forming a significant relationship with you, Harry also couldn’t prevent the attraction and feelings he developed along with it. However, he tried his best to not do anything in regards to it for the sake of his sister, as well as the thought of there being no chance in hell you felt the same. That was until he decided to invite you over to watch some movies on Christmas Eve because he was sick and didn’t want to be alone. Somewhere in the process of doing something so simple and harmless while cuddled up on his couch, it was determined that you indeed felt the same about him and well, things escalated pretty quickly from there.

As someone who has made out with quite a few people throughout his years, he’d never been so taken aback by how good someone’s lips felt against his own. It was something he found himself getting lost in, and knew he’d continue craving if it were to end before he was ready. He couldn’t get enough of this new sensation and wanted to have you closer – finding pleasure in the way you felt on his lap with your hands being tangled into his curls; moaning against his lips to indicate you're enjoying what’s going on as well… But then his mum and sister walked in.

In the whirlwind of events, the illness Harry had been feeling before all this took over and he had to rush out of the room as his mother and sister silently asked for answers; leaving you to stand there shocked, alone, and unsure of what to do. A few moments later one he finishes emptying the contents of his stomach and finally recollects himself, he is thrown a complete curveball about the entire predicament he’s found himself in.

“What do you mean she left?” Harry questions his mother with furrowed eyebrows while staring at her through the bathroom mirror’s reflection. A soft sigh escapes his mouth as he reaches forward to turn off the rushing water coming from the tap after he’d just finished brushing his teeth once finally being able to stand up from his hunched over position beside the toilet. He turns around to face his mum but has to take a moment and leans against the sink as he starts feeling a bit nauseous again. “Y/N, s-she really left?”

“Harry, I think you need to go lay down,” Anne’s soothing voice states in a concerned tone, but Harry just closes his eyes and shakes his head.

“Where’s Gemma?”

“I asked her to get a damp cloth for your forehead, you’ve got a fever love,” she continues as he looks at her again. Just as he’s about to say something else – his sister appears in the doorway with a cloth and wastes no time in chucking it towards him as anger takes over her features.

“What the hell was that Harry?” Gem seethes as her brother reaches up to catch the cloth just before it can peg him in the chest.

“Gemma,” Anne warns her daughter, but the oldest Styles sibling just isn’t having it. “Take a couple breaths, please.”

“No, mum. There are literally so many other people he could’ve chosen to mess around with, but he just had to choose my best friend? What even is that?” Her eyes snap to those of her brothers, and boy if looks could kill; Harry would cease to exist. “She’s not one of those fuck buddies that you just get to toss away once you’re done with them, Harry. She's-.”

“Do you not think I know that?” He snaps at her and lets out an aggravated groan as he harshly pushes a hand through his curls. “How could you think I’d ever do something like that to Y/N? Fuck, I need to call her.”

No more words are exchanged between the three as Harry exits the washroom and makes way to the living room to retrieve his cell phone from where it’s laying on the couch. He wastes no time in finding your contact and pressing the call button. The first couple of rings go by and Harry feels his heart pace increase when the other end of the call finally picks up; however, that rapid beating he feels diminishes as your voice chimes in asking him to leave a message and that you’d back to him as soon as you could.

With a defeated sigh, he waits for the tone as he stressfully tugs at his hair. “Hey Y/N, uh yeah, it’s me. Mum told me that you left and well, I really think we should talk about this. Give me a call back when you can, please.” Without any other words, he ends the call and tosses the device aside; thinking you’d call him back once you were home – but unfortunately, that never happens.

The days afterward come and go in a blur for the Rockstar, but not in a good way. He tries to be as positive as he can seeing as his mother and sister flew all the way to LA just to visit him for the holidays, but there’s one thing that is always nagging at the back of his mind despite how hard he tries to focus on literally anything else other than, well, you... And how it seems you’ve very much gone out of your way to ignore him.

You’re all that’s consumed his thoughts, and it’s slowly beginning to eat him alive because he hasn’t been able to talk to you. Did he do something wrong? Was it a mistake finally telling you how he felt about you? Why haven’t you called him back? Are you regretting kissing him?… Maybe you’re just embarrassed and want to pretend like none of this happened, but that is the last thing Harry wants.

Reaching out to you has become a lost cause, and as the days turn into weeks; he continues to send you a message every day in attempts to finally speak with you about all of this. He’s feeling rather pathetic about the whole ordeal, but he cares too much to not keep trying.

Things between him and Gemma have been a bit awkward during this time, to say the least, but with their unspoken sibling pact to not address the elephant in the room until they’re both ready to calmly speak about the matter; they avoid it altogether… Until one day, Gemma decides to change that.

It’s now been over two weeks since Christmas and Harry’s in a rough state. He’s somehow managed to become even sicker than he was before the holiday’s. It’s left him with nothing else to do but wallow in self-pity over everything that hasn’t gone his way as of late – and to watch an unnecessary amount of TV as he remains planted on the couch; jotting down the odd lyric that comes to mind when his eyes need a break from staring at the television screen for so long.

One afternoon, he finally stands up from the couch; wrapped in a blanket as he makes way to the kitchen for a glass of water as a rerun of Shrek 2 starts playing on the television. The opening scene of Shrek and Fiona on their honeymoon can be heard from the other room and has him scoffing at the cliché romance being displayed when he can’t even get a text back, but also has him nodding his head to the catchy Counting Crows song that plays in the background. Soon enough he’s humming along to the few words he recognizes and doesn’t notice the presence that stands behind him now, watching him in his own little world and trying their hardest not to laugh.

“Seriously?” Gemma’s voice speaks up from the doorway, startling the Rockstar. She chuckles as her brother whips around to look at her, and shakes her head before continuing. “This is what your moping has turned into?”

“I have not been moping,” he grumbles and rolls his eyes as Gem leaves the room for a second to go turn off the TV before returning shortly after. “Heeeeey, m’watching that.”

“Not moping hmm? Then what’s with all the sappy rom-coms you’ve been watching for the past two weeks straight?”

“I like rom-coms, and I’ve been sick Gemma,” he replies, narrowing his gaze at her as he moves to the cupboard to grab an Advil for the headache he feels coming on. “Why are you on my case?”

“Have you talked to Y/N?” The older Styles questions, causing Harry to freeze in his tracks completely.

He lets his shoulders slouch before slowly turning back around to face his sister. “No, I haven’t. She won’t answer any of my calls or texts.”

“Thought she might pull something like this on you,” Gemma continues. “She always was a coward when it came to boys she liked. Anyways, I’m going to see her. Are you coming?”

“Right now?” He asks incredulously and looks down at the baggy grey hoodie and jeans he’s wearing; shaking his head as he processes everything. “Wait, when did you talk to her?”

“I haven’t yet,” she explains. “But I’ll send her a text to see if she’s home and we’ll go from there. I’d be surprised if she weren’t though, mum said she seemed pretty sick when they ran into each other last week.”

“Mum and Y/N talked last week, and no one wanted to tell me?” He asks slightly annoyed

“Hey, I only found out last night. Mum and I discussed all of it… this.”

With a heavy sigh, the two know what is to come. The elephant has been addressed, and Harry couldn’t be more relieved but panicked at the same time. He observes his sister as he waits for her to continue, but when she doesn’t; he takes it as a hint for him to speak up. With a deep breath, he prepares himself to tell her how he’s felt for quite some time, and it’s pretty nerve-wracking. “Gem, I know you probably don’t want to hear this because Y/N is your best friend and all… but I like her a lot. I have for a really long time now but was always too terrified to let her know that, and now that something has actually happened between us; I-I just can’t stop thinking about it. I’m sorry if that makes you uncomfortable, but it’s how I feel and-.”

“I get it, Harry,” she cuts him off, and sends him a small smile. “I can tell how much her not responding has been bugging you with how much you’ve been sulking around, and not really doing much… This is all very weird. That’s for sure. But who am I to stand between my best friend and brother if they really do have such significant feelings for each other?”

“Do you mean that?”

“I do,” she says with a sigh. “Now, I wouldn’t be offering to take you over to her apartment, so she’s basically forced to talk with you if I wasn’t. So, are you coming or not?”

“Yeah, I’ll go,” he replies with a chuckle, moving around the counter to pull his sister into a little sideways hug. “Thanks, Gem.”

“Don’t thank me yet, you still have to win over your girl.”

Their drive to your apartment is filled with conversation about just how long Harry’s felt this way about you. He explains how he doesn’t even know when he started liking you as more than a friend, but how it’s always been something that was there. He has no issue in telling his sister his favourite things about you, including the little things that just simply have had him wrapped around your finger for years now, but neither of you had bothered to notice.

Gemma can’t help but feel happy for her brother as he goes off about this incredible girl who just so happens to be one of her favourite people on this entire planet. As your best friend she’s always felt protective over who you had relationships with because no one was ever good enough for you in her eyes, but with Harry now stepping up to make that type of effort; it’s just different… a good different, and it makes her smile hearing how much admiration he truly has for you. Once he’s done rambling, she glances at him sideways and smirks to herself. “You love her, don’t you?”

With a deep breath and the pushing of his hand through his hair as he realizes they’re pulling up to your apartment building, Harry can’t help but smile at the thought. “I think I might.”

The two park the car and are soon making way up to your apartment. Much to Harry’s dismay, Gemma doesn’t listen when he suggests just knocking on your door to get your attention and decides to use the key you had given her to just barge on in instead. He doesn’t see your reaction to his and his sister’s sudden appearance, but with the loud thud that sounds from what he assumes is you falling to the ground; he knows they’ve caught you off guard.

He stays back a bit as he watches Gemma help you up from the ground, and observes as two of the most important women in his life interact – happy to see them talking again, but insanely nervous because soon enough he’ll have to speak up. His heart is fluttering like crazy just by being near you again, and as much as he wants to be upset with you for ignoring him; he instantly feels himself melt as soon as your gaze meets his.

“Oh fuck, H,” your voice croaks out before being overwhelmed by an intense coughing fit. He hates seeing you like this and wants nothing more than to pull you against his chest and rub your back until the coughs subside, but knows he shouldn’t.

With a shake of his head, he steps forward and expresses his concern. “Y/N, please tell me you’ve gone to the doctor.”

Before you can answer, Gemma speaks up, and the two of you soon discuss what happened on Christmas Eve. Harry observes as you apologize to his sister, and feels himself relax slightly as it seems you’re not regretful of what had happened between you and him.

“Can’t say I’m the biggest fan of my best friend and brother being all over each other like the way you two were, but I can say that you two are each one of the few people I think are actually good enough for the other. Y/N, as weird as it is to even think about – you’re one of the best people I could ever imagine my little brother with; and Harry, you’ve got some work to do, but Y/N can help you get to her level,” Gem explains, and Harry scoffs.

“Thanks?” He mutters, but can’t help the stupid grin that’s stretching across his face because his sister's approval means more to him than she’ll ever know it does. He knows the weight that feels as if it’s been lifted from his chest is what you’re feeling as well, and sends you a knowing look before the two of you move in to engulf Gemma in a group hug against her will.

Once the eldest Styles has squirmed her way out of your joint hold on her, she mentions how she needs to head out, and soon departs; leaving the two of you alone.

As soon as she’s out the door, you turn to face the Rockstar, and he awkwardly glances to the ground; not knowing how to approach the situation between the two of you. “H, I was so caught up in worrying about your mum and Gemma I didn’t even consider your feelings in all of this, and I know I’ve said it a lot lately… but I’m especially sorry for how I just left after well, we kissed and-.”

“S’alright Y/N,” he chuckles at your rambling. He steps towards you and feels those damn butterflies in his stomach again, mentally cursing himself for feeling so soft. “I’ve never had a girl walk out on me like that before.”

“Is that supposed to sound appealing to me?” You scoff dramatically.

“No, I guess not,” he continues laughing, and you let out a huff. “But m’sorry as well because I never told you how I felt about you sooner. It’s been for quite some time now, I’ve just been too much of a coward to do anything about it. S’a bit intimidating having feelings for someone who is not only your sister’s best friend but also one of your own. Not necessarily an easy thing to discuss.”

“We could always start talking about it slowly?” You suggest and smile at him shyly. “Could watch a movie and see where the evening takes us?”

He smirks smugly but slowly nods in agreement; feeling a great sense of deja vu at the idea. “I’d like that.”

With broad smiles, the two of you make way to the couch and bundle up again… together. Once you’re both comfy and all cuddled against the other, you glance up at him and speak again. “It’s your turn to pick the movie.”

He tugs his bottom lip between his teeth as he gazes down at you, wanting nothing more than to crash his lips against yours again as he takes in the way you gaze up at him affectionately. “Let’s watch Shrek. I’ve had a song from that movie stuck in my head for a while now,” he proposes and wraps an arm around your waist, so you’re snuggled up against him even more. With a small smile, you nod before unexpectedly reaching behind his neck to pull him in for a sudden deep kiss.

The action catches him off guard, but he responds instantly by leaning back against the armrest and pulling you with him; firmly gripping your waist so that you remain on top of him as you moan against his lips seductively.

Maybe you two won’t be watching Shrek after all.

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