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heyyyharry · 4 years

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Harry suggests they watch Fifty Shades of Grey together

(a blurb from the Flatmate Series / pre-relationship)

Word count: 2.6k

Warning: heavy sexual tension and mention of smut, but also a lot of fluff.

Yes, I had to rewatch the film and fast-forward to the sex scenes to write in such details lmao. This is my favourite flatmate blurb at the moment 😂

“Let’s watch Fifty Shades of Grey tonight.”

Y/N widened her eyes at Harry. She thought he was joking, but as he entered the title onto Netflix, she snatched the remote from his hand immediately.

“It’s my turn to pick the movie,” she said, making him scoff.

“No, it’s my turn. You picked the movie for two weeks in a row because last week I couldn’t decide between Coraline and Corpse Bride, remember?”

Y/N huffed as she gave the remote back to him. She wasn’t into the idea at all, but she was curious to know why he insisted on picking this one and not one of those ‘everyone’s favourite’ movies that he would normally pick.

“Harry.”

“What?”

“Isn’t this movie about sex?” Y/N muttered as her cheeks turned pink. Fortunately, her flatmate was looking at the screen.

“Yeah.” He shrugged. “It’s not like porn though. Don’t worry.”

“Have you watched it before?”

“No, but everyone says it’s bad.”

“Then why do you wanna watch it? Let’s put on something good! Something with Timothée Chalamet!”

“I’m tired of Timothée Chalamet!”

“No one is tired of Timothée Chalamet! You suck!”

Harry stopped before he was about to press play and turned to her, raising his eyebrows. “Well, you can watch your Timmy when you’re alone. Tonight we’re watching this terrible movie for a change. It’s gonna be fun.”

Y/N tossed her head back as she groaned. “You’re making me watch this because I said no to watching porn with you!”

“Not true! Don’t disrespect porn like that!” He scoffed. “Porn makes you horny, this will be like a nice little comedy. I mean, the books are shit on paper, this should be worse.”

“You’ve read the books?”

“I’ve read one chapter. I was a curious horny teenager, don’t judge me.”

“All right then.” She sighed and let him press play. “If it gets weird, we’re turning it off.”

The movie turned out to be more entertaining than they had expected, especially when they had unintentionally started a competition to see who could point out more mistakes. Harry was definitely winning, but Y/N didn’t mind. She was in hysterics as he kept throwing in random comments about every single scene.

“Why does she keep biting her lip? What’s wrong with her lip?”

“Did he fucking track her phone?! This guy’s a stalker!”

“Never get too drunk when you go out, Y/N. I don’t want you to end up in some creep’s...sex dungeon!”

But when came the first sex scene, Harry was as quiet as a mouse. He had expected it to be ridiculously unrealistic like the whole idea of the story, but this scene was actually kind of...hot?

Y/N didn’t even notice his sudden silence. Her eyes were fixed on the screen and he had to steal a glance at her when Christian laid a naked Ana down on the bed and started eating her out.

Y/N was nibbling on her lip. Even though she didn’t show much from her facial expression, seeing the way she switched to a different sitting position with her legs crossed, Harry assumed the scene was doing something to her too. For some reason, watching two characters fucking turned him on less than watching his flatmate squirming because of it.

He assumed this would have been fun to watch with his friends, but was definitely a terrible choice for a movie night with his crush. Now he couldn’t help but imagine himself making love to her like that. It must have been a long time since she slept with someone. If only he could show her what she’d been missing and made her feel so good she wouldn’t wish to be with anyone else. Even that stupid actor Timothée Chalamet.

“That was...something.” Y/N released a sharp breath once the scene was over and turned to smile at Harry.

He smiled back, wanting to throw in a joke to clear the tension but his mind was completely blank at this point. They were only forty-five minutes in. He wasn’t sure if he could get through two hours without at least an erection. God, he was so fucking screwed.

“She’s got a nice little butt,” Y/N said as the actress stood fully naked with her back to the mirror. He supposed she wanted to make this less awkward for them, but now he couldn’t stop thinking about her butt.

“You’ve got a nice butt too.” He nudged her with his shoulder and she slapped him on the arm.

“You’ve never seen my butt!” Then her mouth fell open. “Have you?!”

“No! It was just a guess!” I wish I had though, he thought as Y/N pushed his face away and looked back at the screen.

The next sex scene came right after. Harry almost cursed out loud when Christian tied Ana’s wrists together with a tie, thank God the mum showed up and interrupted the couple before they fucked again. Y/N burst out laughing, and he did too, but out of relief.

He prayed his dick would just stay calm until the credits started rolling. If only it wasn’t so fucking sensitive! Look what you’ve done to yourself, dumbass. You should’ve gone with Timothée Chalamet.

“Who wrote these dialogues? Oh my god!” Y/N giggled as the characters started talking again.

“If you agree to do this, you’re gonna want your own room.”

“Why? Because I’ll be your sex slave?”

“Take me as your sex slave, Christian. I want a bigger room!” Harry joked, making Y/N guffaw as she put her head on his shoulder.

Harry’s laughter died down as his limbs went stiff. He didn’t want to move, afraid that she might pull away and he might never have another moment like this.

“Which one is yours?” Ana asked as she and Christian walked into his garage.

“All of them,” the guy answered, making Harry cackle.

“That’s gonna be me one day,” he said and nodded his head towards the screen. “I’m gonna be a sexy boss who owns ten expensive cars and a place like that. Minus the sex dungeon, of course.”

“I could see you having a sex dungeon though.”

“I already have one.” He turned around and pointed to his bedroom. “Wanna see it after the movie?”

The joke got him a smack on the leg as Y/N shot him a glare. “Anyway,” she breathed. “If you’re gonna be that rich, at least give me a ride in one of your expensive cars.”

“Would I still be hanging out with you then?” He playfully arched an eyebrow, making her laugh softly.

“Oh, you would beg to hang out with me,” she said with her head still on his shoulder. At this point, neither of them was paying attention to the movie.

“Wanna hear how I imagine our future?”

Harry pursed his lips as he gave a nod. “Sure, tell me.”

“Okay.” She jolted right up and turned to face him, putting her elbow on the backrest and her head against her knuckles. “It’s ten years from now, yeah? Say you’re a CEO living in a big mansion. You’ve got everything you’ve ever wanted, but you are so lonely because you don’t wanna fall in love and settle down.”

Harry rolled his eyes, laughing slightly as she gripped his shoulder to make sure he was still listening.

“One day, while walking around your rose garden, you start thinking about the good old days when you were in college and shared a flat with a lovely girl. Oh, where is she now? you wonder. So you hire a spy to look for me and find out I’m living in the suburbs with a husband, two kids and a puppy...or a cat.”

“Boringggg.”

“Shut up!”

“Do go on though. What happens next?” he asked, putting his hand on her knee.

Smiling, she went on, “you decide to come visit me on a beautiful Sunday. I open the door and I’m so surprised to see you. ‘Hey, do you remember the night we decided to watch that awful sex movie,’ asks lonely thirty-year-old Harry. ‘How could I forget? I’ve been having nightmares since,’ says beautiful married Y/N.”

Harry tossed his head back and laughed as Y/N tried to hold it in so she could finish her story.

“Then you say to me, ‘that night, you told me to give you a ride in one of my expensive cars if I ever got rich. So would you like to go somewhere with me on this fine Sunday morning?’ , ‘Oh, I really want to,’ I say to you, ‘but my husband would be jealous so I have to turn you down.’ Then we say goodbye and I close the door, leaving you standing outside for a long moment. You walk back to your expensive car as it starts raining, and suddenly, you feel sad.”

“Sad?”

“Yeah. Because you have finally realised that, you’ve been in love with me this whole time!” Y/N exclaimed as she grabbed his shoulders. “Unfortunately, it’s already too late because I’m now happy with my husband, two children, and a dog...or a cat. The end!”

When Harry said nothing, she lightly elbowed him. He looked down as she looked up, her cheek pressing against his shoulder as she gave him a pout. “No applause?”

“Your story sucks,” he said, smirking as she puckered up her lips and turned back to the TV.

“Oh no, we forgot to pause!” she said.

“Well, we already know what’s gonna happen so I don’t think we’ve missed much.”

“You’re probably right.”

As she continued watching the movie, he was watching her. Thanks to her stupid story, now he had to worry about his future ten years from now. How could he compete with her husband, two children and a dog, or a cat?! And the nice vision with ten cars and the big mansion didn’t sound so nice anymore since he knew for sure she wouldn’t be in it. His heart already broke for thirty-year-old Harry.

Maybe he would stay up all night to blame himself for what was yet to happen. But now he had a bigger problem to deal with.

As they reached the final sex scene, Harry was embarrassingly and painfully hard. Thank God for the pillow that sat conveniently right beside him. He put it on his lap to hide his hardon while already thinking about jerking off in the shower once this movie had ended.

He reluctantly checked on Y/N. She was sitting so still, but he could see right through her neutral expression that she desperately wanted to touch herself. After a moment, she started rubbing her thighs together, and Harry’s jaw went slack as he suddenly forgot how to breathe.

Fuck, this is better than porn. I’m going to hell, he thought while stroking his thigh with one hand, the other still resting on her leg.

He wasn’t sure if he was so horny his mind was playing tricks on him or her skin was really burning under her pyjamas. He could feel it, and now he was too awkward to remove his hand from her leg. He kept watching her face as the moaning and the music from the movie turned his face scarlet. When she pressed her lips together, he couldn’t help it anymore.

“To be honest,” he spoke with a voice full of breath, “I’ve always wondered if this was the kind of content you’d masturbate to, since...since you don’t watch porn.”

Y/N swallowed hard but she didn’t seem offended at all. Her eyelids fluttered as she gave him a bashful smile. “I...do watch porn.”

“Oh?” Fuck, fuck, fuck.

“Yeah, I’ve just...never had an orgasm by myself…”

Holy shit. Harry’s mouth fell open as he gripped his knee. He hoped he wasn’t being too obvious? Shit, was he being too obvious?

He swallowed hard, fixing the pillow on his lap and slightly grinding his hips against it to get some friction on his crotch area. His head fell back to the backrest of the couch as Y/N pulled away and did the same. They were looking at each other, their faces so close Harry couldn’t focus on anything else.

Half of him wanted to excuse himself and went to the bathroom to jerk off, the other half wanted to stay and finish the movie with her. This was the most intimate moment they had ever shared and he certainly couldn’t let it go to waste.

“You okay?” she asked and he gave a nod, licking his lip.

“Not gonna lie, these sex scenes got me quite worked up.”

“Oh…” Y/N chewed on the corner of her mouth as she shifted around a bit. “Um...are you…you know...”

“No, am I what?” He smirked. Of course he knew what her question would be. He was a bit embarrassed that she could already tell from looking at his face, still he had to hear her say it.

“Y-You…” she stuttered, “you know what.”

“No, Y/N, I’m afraid I don’t.”

Y/N rolled her eyes, and with a bit of hesitation, pointed to his lap. “That.”

“That? What’s that?” He sounded amused. “I don’t get it. Care to elaborate?”

“Forget it.” She waved him off. But did she really think he would let her get away with this?

“You want to know if I’m hard?”

The question made Y/N groan as she buried her face into her palms. She didn’t deny or confirm it, but he already knew he was right.

“You’re wet, aren’t you?”

“Stop!”

“Y/N.”

“What?” She huffed as he grabbed her wrist and pulled her hands away from her face. She gave him only one quick glance before looking back at the screen, but he knew she was too flustered to continue watching.

“Promise me you’ll try tonight,” he blurted, unsure why he’d said it, but he didn’t regret it for the look on her face was priceless.

“Try what?”

“Make yourself come.”

Y/N gripped the hem of her shirt, her eyes went round. “Stop messing with me. It’s not funny anymore!”

“I’m serious. Promise me you’ll try,” his voice was low and heavy as if he was out of breath. “Don’t think too much. Just...get yourself wet and feel it out, love. You should know your body better than anyone, right?”

Y/N was quiet for a moment, which made Harry think he might have crossed the line and she would definitely get mad at him. But then she shifted her eyes to her lap and finally gave a nod.

“Yeah?” he asked.

“Yeah,” she softly confirmed. That one word alone could make him bust his nuts right on that couch. He was glad it didn’t happen, still, he wished he could tell her what she was doing to him.

As soon as the credits started to scroll, Y/N turned off the TV, wished him goodnight and fled straight to her room like a scared little deer.

Harry heaved a sigh of relief. He got up, turned the lights off and hurried to the shower to take care of his big problem. He didn’t know if she kept her promise and touched herself before going to bed, but he assumed that she did, and came so hard to those filthy thoughts that his legs felt like jelly once it was over.

As he rested his forehead against the shower wall and let the warm water run down his back, he shut his eyes and told himself to stick to PG movies from now on.

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loyally-unfaithful · 4 years

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pairing: rengoku kyojuro x gn!reader

genre: fluff

a/n: henlo is me again, i’ve never owned cats and it shows i made this into headcanon format, but if you were looking for something feel free to resend a request c: alrighty hope you like it

edit: i know this is a super long time since this ask was actually sent to me?? and i honestly have no excuses to give. i’m really sorry to whoever sent the request: i was just procrastinating and then covid hit and my motivation plunged even lower. i know this is not much, and it’s probably ooc to all hell but i do hope you like it.

so ok, here’s the premise: you just moved out of your old residence, whether it was a flat or a house—you’re outta there! you is gone !

and ur friend or flatmate had a litter of cats and u just couldn't help urself but adopt one. they were just that cute.

so u did.

got that bad boi for free too, what a bargain!

and anyway u love that bastard with all ur heart.

it's just a bastard but she’s your bastard so it's all good.

very adorable dainty catto, and you took her to the vets to get her checked up, vaccinated, dewormed, and all that good stuff to make sure she will have a long and healthy lifespan.

u recall that u need to bring her in within 6 months to get her spayed so that there wouldn’t be an accidental litter. the operation is postponed since rn she’s too small, and ur like.

ok, i'll see u in 6 months.

that was 3 months ago.

now u moved out into a new apartment, with ur precious catto in tow.

after u finished bringing in all your boxes and furnitures and such, you thought to yourself, “hey, why not start this new chapter in life with a good start by acquainting myself with my neighbours”.

and that's exactly what u did: u gathered like, a packet of strawberries, and went over to the flat directly in front of urs while rehearsing what you will say in your head.

as you reached the other side and pressed the doorbell, you wondered who lived behind those doors…

first you’ll introduce yourself by name.

maybe it was a married couple? maybe even with a family?

and after that, you’ll tell them that you just recently moved in.

or perhaps it would be some elderly gentleman or lady?

and then, you will hand the gifts over and express that you hoped that the two of you will get along—something like that.

worst case scenario, the person is some weirdo… you hoped not…

the door finally opens with a click and you begin to recite what you had practiced:

« hey my name is... » your voice tapers off as you fully took in the person greeting you.

your voice disappears, meeting someone you absolutely did not expect. out of all the possibilities, you did not think for a moment that your neighbour would be the handsome young man with piercing golden eyes, lustrous locks of bright yellow hair, and an even brighter smile, standing before you.

were you staring? you were staring weren’t you? you realised in embarrassment that you were staring at the man, who was probably confused to all hell as to why you appeared on his front doors.

fighting your urge to combust and run away, you introduced yourself following the script you made up (though with more stutters than originally intended) and brusquely handed the berries over.

he happily takes your gift, repeating your name, assuring you that he was listening. it’s so stupid, but the way he says your name makes your stomach do flips. « well, welcome! he says enthusiastically. i’m rengoku kyojuro! i hope you enjoy it here! »

and that was that.

you mechanically went back to your flat, face burning and nervousness still clawing at you.

you’d say that you got adjusted to this new life pretty quickly. you seldom visited kyojuro as you were too embarrassed to pop by and chit-chat as often as you would’ve preferred to—dreading the thought of crossing him on your way to your own flat whenever you went home—but otherwise everything had been good.

alas, your cat was now 5 months old and oh boy.

something tells you your cat was entering its heat cycle or something—you were a first time cat-owner, but you had an inkling.

if your cat’s sudden affectionate, or over-affectionate, streak and unexpected attention seeking behaviour was anything to go by. she would roll on the floor, rub herself all over you and leave fluff all over your clothes, and yells.

she screm!

most stressful of all was how she absolutely wanted to escape to the outside, but you were not having it. you did not want kittens. one cat is enough thank you.

but nope, your wishes were in vain as one day, she just fucking disappeared—god knows where she is , she’s just somewhere.

understandably, you lost your shit and panicked because holy hell your cat escaped!!!

you went around to look for her, with no luck, and you were absolutely heartbroken.

that was until like??? 2 months later and you went to open a drawer to get some socks and lo and behold!

A CAT

and not just any cat! your cat! AND NOT JUST YOUR CAT! but also a bunch of other smaller cats, also known as kittens!

at this point, you weren’t even upset at the thought that you fucked up and ended up having kittens—you were just happy your cat is back and alive and well and back home. who knows how she entered back into the house.

who cares??

your cat is back!!

you’ll just have to spay her once she’s done nursing.

but as you watched over the litter, which looked like your cat but also another cat, you began to see a resemblance between their orange fur and caprisun, kyojuro’s ginger maine coon!!

and now everything makes sense…

body working on autopilot, both because of how tired you were after watching over the cats and also because you were still dissociating from the realisation, you stiffly made your way to your neighbour and ringed the doorbell… ignoring the fact that this was now 2 in the morning.

you had to tell him, or confirm or do something with this new knowledge. his sleep can wait.

surprisingly, he answered the door without you having to ring him a second time. unsurprisingly, he looked tired and was ???? at you summoning him at such an odd time in the evening.

« i know that we don’t really talk, you started. but i need to show you something: i think your cat might have gotten my cat pregnant?? »

that caught the blond’s attention enough to wash the grogginess away from his face, and he followed you back to your flat.

normally the idea that a stranger, a good looking stranger no less, was going into your flat would fluster you, but right now you were a man with a plan, you had something to do and that was to show kyojuro the litter of cats.

he was surprised when he saw them, but confirmed that you were probably right, and that his male cat had probably gotten to your cat during her disappearance.

at this point you were a little bit (a lot) overwhelmed by the responsibility that came along with being a parent (and a grandparent), so you were about to ask him to help you coparent for the little buggers.

but he suggested it before you had the chance to, taking initiative:

« then! he expressed emphatically. we must raise this little kitty family together! kyojuro declared. »

and thus began your misadventures together as cat parents.

even though you both had work and a multitude of other things to do during the day (kyojuro still has his own cat to take care of, for that matter), you made it work—perhaps through sheer stubbornness and desire to make things right.

if anything, this whole ordeal cemented the fact that you were officially put off from having real children: if taking care of kittens was this demanding, imagine a whole actual human baby.

no way, no thanks.

you’re good.

hard pass.

funnily enough, after taking turns to take care of the cats and after the shifts to watch over them, you two had become fast friends. despite your reluctance with meeting him again after your disastrous greeting, you found yourself being very comfortable being in his presence and getting used to having him over in your flat (for the cats, of course).

but you would be lying if you said you didn’t enjoy spending time with kyojuro, conversing with him and learning more about each other as you both opened up to one another.

it was when he beamed at a joke you made, wearing his signature exuberant smile and laughing a laugh that you found so adorable, that you realised that you were in too deep. that you were definitely catching feels.

sometimes, you wished that you two would’ve been more than just friends. you wince at the thought that the two of you drift apart after this whole mess was over. but you pushed that inevitability away from your mind.

for the most part, nothing noteworthy ever happened as you took care of the kittens as the two of you fell into a comfortable rhythm.

one day, while you were both taking care of the cats, his exhaustion got the best of him and kyojuro fell asleep. you found him dozing off on the couch when you walked in, and you had to stop for a moment and tiptoe in the piece because of how peaceful he looked as he was resting. it was incredible how impeccable he looked, awake or asleep.

secretly, you took a picture, capturing this moment forever. he looks adorable. you’ll probably show the image later and tell him that he can take it easy for a while seeing as he was worn out and that you just received a few days off.

speaking of sleeping on duty, you’ve caught yourself passing out once or twice (ok a few times, more than just once or twice), but the weirdest part of all was that you would always wake up on your bed instead of wherever you fell asleep.

butterflies would go feral in ur stomach at the implication that kyojuro had been carrying your sleeping form to your bedroom.

but that was what has been happening right?

you think that at some point, you had fallen asleep on kyojuro… but to save yourself from the embarrassment, you chalk that up to your imagination running wild or a dream.

a few months into this ordeal, he pulled you over to another room to talk privately to you (ignoring the fact that there wasn’t anyone else in your apartment except for the cats).

he seemed to carry himself with a hesitance or shyness that was never there, and you found yourself dreading what he was about to tell you. what kind of bomb was he about to drop on you?

before starting, he paused for a moment, resolute… or was that a look of determination in his eyes? you didn’t know what to expect and it made you worried.

« i have something i need to tell you, convey to you! he started, confidence not lost in his voice. there is a burning passion in my heart, and it was about time that i listened to it! i know we’ve only met just recently, but after our time together i realised that i have feelings for you! he uttered your name again, with such gentleness and softness that it made your heart tighten. i like you! »

« i like you too!! you responded quickly, too quickly. you winced at how loud you unintentionally were, but he didn't seem to pay attention. »

instead, a radiant smile graced his features as he realised that you shared the same sentiment. and the same smile spread on your face, happy that he returned your feelings.

slowly, he moved closer to you and like a magnet, you mirrored him.

perhaps a bit hesitant, you could feel the ghost of a kiss over your lips as he leaned towards you, inching ever closer to each other.

but as your lips were about to connect, you hear crying from the other room…

the cats!

you two jerked away from each other, alerted by the sound, before looking back at each other, dumbfounded.

after what felt like an eternity but also an instant, a chuckle escaped you as you began to laugh uncontrollably—overwhelmed by giddiness and the sheer absurdity of this entire situation—and the blond followed suit, laughing along with you.

as you calmed down, your eyes found each other and the two of you just smiled.

the both of you wore brilliant smiles, and you were floored by the tenderness he held for you.

you look like a mess.

and he looks like a mess.

and you're both tired beyond belief.

but you’re both really happy.

and really happy to have each other.

(and your cats of course).

you’ll have to thank your cat later for helping you meet this wonderful person.

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verstappenist · 4 years

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I Dare You | Ben Hardy

A/n: I just want to say that this is my first time writing for Ben, so I’m sorry if it’s bad... Also, English is not my first language so there could be some mistakes... Constructive criticism is appreciated!

The first part of this is College!Ben, the second part is current Ben! It is based on a prompt I found somewhere on Pinterest and sadly didn’t save...

Big thank you to @anotheronebitestheskye for convincing me to post this ily💗

Word Count: 1,601

Warnings: None!

Your and Ben’s story began nearly a decade ago, when you both went to the Royal Central School of Speech and Drama in London.

You had most classes together and would consider yourselves as good friends. Especially after starring in one of the plays together and spending hours upon hours in each others flats running lines to present the professor the perfect result.

Ben and you have been friends ever since.

Three years later, just before graduating the two of you, as well as some of your mutual friends from school went out to celebrate.

But after a few (well many) rounds of drinks and shots the club turned out to be too boring for your little group, that's why Amy decided it would be best to go back to someone's and spend the rest of the night there. "Maybe play some fun games", as she put it with a mischievous grin directed towards Ben.

The other three members of the group quickly approved, and that's how five (including yourself) completely hammered graduands ended up in the living room of your small flat.

"Now, what kind of games did you have in mind, Ames?", questioned Alfie, ever the responsible, whilst handing everyone a glass of water to at least try to cool you down a bit.

Gulping down her water way too quick, she paused for a second before listing a bunch of party games you'd normally play at a high school party, rather than a 'get together'.

"I mean, truth or dare doesn't sound half bad", added Charlie, "we could put in some twists like if you refuse to tell the truth you have to take a shot, and if you refuse a dare you have to remove an article of clothing?"

"That's brilliant! (y/n) you got any liquor?", called Amy, already halfway in the kitchen. "There should be Jägermeister in the cabinet above the sink!", you yelled back, your head falling against Ben's shoulder. The buzz from earlier slowly wearing off and exhaustion taking over.

Ben was looking down at you, adoration reflecting in his emerald eyes. If someone asked him, he would definitely deny it, but the blonde was madly in love with you since you started to hang out - well run lines together but it's essentially the same, right?

Curling his arm around your shoulders to pull you even just a little bit closer, you all waited for Amy to return with the herbal liquor your sister got you as a souvenir from her germany trip with her fiancé.

The sound of the bottle meeting the dark wood of your coffee table caused you to startle from your doze and you nearly jump into Ben's lap. "Holy - Amy be careful, otherwise you're gonna break the bottle", you groaned, burying your face in your friend's shoulder.

"Right, whatever. Who starts?", she grinned after a brief flash of annoyance crossed her face. Charlie volunteered to ask the first question, and chose Ben to be on the receiving end, who chose dare - since truth apparently is only for weaklings.

"Let's start off easy then, I dare you to let each of us draw something on you with a sharpie!", the brunette proposed, grabbing the pen off your notepad.

"I'm sure there will be worse, so let me be your canvas, dear ladies and gentleman!", Ben chuckled whilst shrugging off his jacket to free his muscular arms.

The drawings ended up only half as bad as he expected them to be, which is why he quickly moved on, asking Alfie.

The game continued for another four to five rounds each, leaving most of you at least shirtless, and the, used to be, full bottle of Jägermeister a good amount emptier.

To be honest if it weren't for the others you probably would've already sent them all home by now, the clock on your wall showing 3:16.

But not just because of that, but also because Amy's obnoxious flirting attempts on Ben were seriously getting ridiculous. That's why you suggested, it would be better to end your gathering and surprisingly most of them thought it was a good idea. Except for Amy, who over the past hour somehow took in your place at Ben's side.

You never really found out why exactly she was hanging out with you lot, since she wasn't even attending the same school. She was Charlie's flatmate that just ended up tagging along with the four of you about two years ago. That was also when she completely, hopelessly started to fall in love with Ben, and honestly who could blame her? But your probably unrequited feelings for your best friend were nobody's business but yours.

Ben quickly stood up, freeing himself from the blondes tight grip around his arm, “I’m going to help you clean this up later just gotta - real quick!” He called as he hurried down the hall towards the bathroom. Making sure to take his time, it might seem rude to wait out for the others to leave, but he really couldn’t deal with this anymore.

When he returned to the living room, Charlie, Alfie and Amy were gone, leaving you spread out on the couch, half asleep. “(y/n), love? You still with me?”

His question startled you, causing you to sit up straight, “Yes, still here.” Taking in the rest of the room Ben noticed that you already put away the bottle and cleaned up the mess you made.

It might seem stupidly cliché but right then, looking all dishevelled and tired, to him you looked ethereal. And it was all it took for him to make a move, finally.

“I have one last dare for you, (y/n)”, he told you confidently.

“And what would that be?”

Ben hesitated, the bravery he just gained, vanished as soon as you finished your question. The blonde just stood there for a second unable to pronounce a single syllable. Which is why you decided to get up, now standing just inches away from him.

His following words were rushed and quiet, just barely loud enough for you to hear, "I dare you to kiss me."

And that was all it took for you to close the gap between the two of you.

The kiss was the perfect balance between slow and tender, as well as filled to the brim with lust and need. His soft plump lips felt like heaven on earth connected to your own. It felt right in every way possible.

After your drunken kiss seven years ago, your friendship turned into a loving relationship, with a few minor hiccups along the way but you're still going strong.

Not too long the two of you got a beagle puppy to complete your little family, and Frankie quickly became the most important thing in both your lives.

Your little friend group from back then sadly didn't last but thanks to Ben landing a starring role in Bohemian Rhapsody his cast mates became your second family in no time.

Even after release of the movie and after press tour ‘the band’ never spent more than a few weeks without seeing each other.

And when coincidentally all of them, including Lucy and you, were in the same city there was no way you won't at least spend one night together.

Which is how you ended up in Joe's living room in New York, drinking wine and catching up on each other.

It took you by surprise when Gwilym, out of all people, suggested to play truth or dare, Lucy was immediately on board. Them being the only ones who knew about Ben's plan.

After very little convincing the rest of your little group agreed as well.

"Okay I'll start! Joe, truth or dare?", Lucy asked the first question the man to her left.

The game was nothing too spectacular, discovering some embarrassing teenage stories, here and there humiliating dares and constantly flowing alcohol.

When it was finally Ben's turn, he decided to ask you next. "Truth or dare, love? Choose wisely", he grinned cheekily.

Pretending to think for a moment you winked at the blonde next to you and answered his question with a confident, "dare!", causing the man to grin even wider. Ben's plan might actually work out.

"Okay, I need you to close your eyes for a second. No peeking!"

"Okay, okay! I promise", you giggled, putting both your hands in front of your closed eyes.

Only a few seconds later the whole group gasped, making you wonder what the actual fuck was happening right now. "Okay, (y/n), open up."

Slowly you put down your hands before opening your eyes, only to be met with the other ones standing in a line behind Ben, each one of them holding a single rose.

Your boyfriend of seven years sank to one knee right in front of you, a tiny velvet box held tightly in both his hands.

"(Y/n) (y/l/n), I dare you to marry me."

His deep, rich voice suddenly sounding so small, emerald eyes wide, waiting for a response.

Your hand that just moments prior covered your eyes, were now keeping you from sobbing.

Trying to collect yourself, you turned away from the others, quickly wiping away the tears rolling down your flushed cheeks.

Taking another deep breath you smiled at the still nervous young man kneeling on the carpet, "Yes, let's do this Benny!"

Your friends, who you really forgot were even there erupted in loud cheers as the blonde scrambled to his feet, eagerly pressing his lips to yours, grinning from ear to ear.

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saysomethingspiderman · 5 years

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Something Wonderful (PT. 2)

Synopsis: During your time as a professional photographer, you had come across incredibly good looking men, but there was just something about Tom that stood out. Who would have thought shooting the self-titled “walking meme” would change your life forever?

Chapter word count: 2k

Part One // Part Two // Part Three // Part Four // Part Five // Part Six // Part Seven // Part Eight

Was there a word for feeling so far out of your comfort zone that you’d rather jump into a lake with bricks attached to your ankles? Irrational? Maybe. Dramatic? Most definitely. It was just drinks, nothing to fret over.

Ever since you left Tom at the house after the photoshoot, he’d been all you thought about. There had been no mention of Tom when you’d arrived back home to London the following night, only telling your flatmate Olivia you had a date with someone you’d met at work. You weren’t entirely sure why you kept it a secret. Perhaps because you knew Olivia would make a huge fuss or maybe because you didn’t want to get your hopes up that things would go far enough to reach a second night out. Yet in spite of trying to convince yourself it was just a casual thing, you still spent most of Saturday afternoon going back and forth between near enough every outfit in your wardrobe.

“Do you think I should just call and suggest we go somewhere else?” you asked and tossed a pair of heeled boots into the ‘no’ pile at the end of your bed. You glanced up at Olivia, who stood leaning against the doorframe. “All these outfits make me look even more like a hobbit than usual.” After fastening the buckle around your ankles, you stood and walked over to the mirror, testing your balance in a pair of incredibly high heels.

“You said he’s not that tall anyway, so I’m sure he won’t care,” Olivia shrugged and folded her arms. “I’ll tell you you look hot if you tell me his name.”

You shot her a look in the mirror. “I’ll tell you it another day, I don’t want you stalking him on Instagram or something.” You turned around a little and tugged the black dress down to stop it riding up your bum, then gave a little nod. “I think this is the one… I guess a little black dress can never go wrong.”

“Where are you going anyway?” asked Olivia as she moved further into the room to look through your handbags.

“Uh, Monkey House up in Mayfair. I’m meeting him there.”

“Very fancy,” she smirked and handed you a sparkling silver clutch that matched your heels.

You scrunched your curled hair to mess up it a little and double checked your red lipstick hadn’t transferred onto your teeth, then gave a small nod before grabbing your phone to order an Uber.

“Don’t wait up!” you grinned a few minutes later as you left the flat, allowing yourself to get excited. After getting comfortable in the car, you took your phone from your bag to let Tom know you were on your way.

[Y/N] 8:42pm Just left now. Should be there in about ten minutes.

Tom 8:44pm I’m running late, won’t keep you too long!

[Y/N] 8:44pm You better hurry, I might wander off and find another bloke to buy me a drink...

Tom 8:45pm You wouldn’t.

[Y/N] 8:45pm Can’t promise anything ;)

Even though you arrived later than you thought you would, you still stood outside the bar next to the queue of people waiting to go inside. You looked around expectantly, trying to catch any sign of Tom. Just as the awkwardness of standing alone outside a bar began to creep up on you, you felt a gentle hand on your arm.

“Shit, didn’t mean to scare you,” Tom laughed, having both felt and seen you jump out of your skin. His eyes quickly scanned your frame and he gave a boyish grin. “You look lovely, [Y/N].”

“I can definitely say the same about you,” you replied and didn’t even try to hide the fact you were checking him out. His black shirt stretched across his shoulders, showing off his muscles, and his black-and-white trousers made his legs look good. “And I suppose that’ll excuse your lateness.”

“Yeah, sorry about that,” he chuckled, running his fingers through his thick hair. “I’ll try to be on time next time.”

“Who says there’ll be a next time?” you asked with a raised brow and grinned at the eyeroll he gave you in response.

You followed him into the bar, walking straight past the queue. There were a few mentions of Tom’s name you heard in the distance from people waiting in line, but you made a point to ignore them. It was to be expected that Tom would gain at least a little bit of attention, you just hadn’t expected it on your night together. The second you stepped into the lounge, the music blared into your ears and it was as though your heart began pumping extra hard to stay in time with the beat. It wasn’t overly crowded, but it was definitely busy and you kept close to Tom as you shuffled over to the bar. You ordered a martini and Tom got himself a beer.

“Happy birthday,” he smiled, raising his bottle to tap against your glass. “Now let’s get fucking hammered!”

The two of you talked and laughed and joked for hours, only realising you hadn’t moved from the bar after your fifth drink. Tom spotted an empty couch towards the back and you got comfortable on the plush cushions, unable to keep the smile off your face as you continued chatting. He told you all about his parents and three brothers, and it was so incredibly clear how much love he had for them. Then his dog Tessa came up. The way he spoke about her was like he was speaking about an actual baby. Gosh, how could someone be so adorable?

“She’s such a good dog,” Tom sighed heavily, unable to focus on you properly from the amount he’d had to drink. He leaned back against the cushions and held his hand over his heart. “I just love her so much, you know? She’s the sweetest.”

You giggled almost uncontrollably at the look on his face. “Are you sure you’re just friends?”

“Friends?” he repeated, eyebrows raised dramatically. “She’s family!” He pulled his phone from his pocket and, after the few attempts it took to type in his password, opened his photos to show off Tessa. His face softened and his eyes glowed with adoration. God, he was drunk. He shifted on the couch to get closer and held his phone out as he flicked through the photos, though lifted the screen nearer to his face to squint at most of them, clearly unable to see properly.

“I almost feel like I should leave you two alone,” you laughed and when he hiccupped in response, you got up and headed to the bar, returning with a tray full of shots. Tom’s eyebrows shot up when he saw the amount you’d brought back.

“Do you want me to die?” he asked, shouting a little over the music.

“It’s my birthday!”

“And me dying is a part of that?”

You winked and slid four glasses his way, then sat down with your own collection. After the count of three, you downed each shot of vodka as fast as you could, spilling some down your chin in an attempt to finish first. The burning in the back of your throat caused you to cringe in pain and you shook your head as though it would help, but you realised instantly that that was a huge mistake. The room spun. Your stomach churned. You held it back. There was no way you were throwing up. You weren’t that weak.

“I think I’m gonna throw up,” Tom groaned, leaning back fully against the cushions with his hands over his face. He took some deep breaths and peaked through his fingers, shaking his head at your smirk. “You’ve killed me. You’ve literally killed me.”

“What was that?” you asked, cupping your ear as your leaned into him, body pressing against his. The heat radiated from his skin, almost burning yours. “Did you just say you’re having a great night and there’s no one else you’d rather spend your Saturday night with?”

He laughed and swiftly moved his arms so he could tickle your sides and pulled you closer. The stench of alcohol on his breath made you dizzy, but you knew yours was just as bad. “Let’s go outside, I think I need some air,” he slurred and slowly pushed himself up. He stopped for a moment, swaying on the spot, then helped you up from the couch as though you were the one unable to stand still. You were bad, but not in as bad a state that Tom was. You kept hold of each other, giggling quietly, and you found your way out to the front where all the smokers stood huddled together.

“I wish I wasn’t going away tomorrow,” Tom said, leaning back against the brick wall for support in case his legs gave way.

You looked up at him with a deep frown and squinted a little, trying to focus on his blurry form. “On holiday?”

“I wish!” he laughed and hiccuped. “Work stuff. Films can’t promote themselves as my… Someone would say…” He gave a groan and ran a hand over his slightly sweaty face. “I don’t feel so good, [Y/n]...”

You grinned at the taller man and wrapped an arm around his waist to keep him steady since the wall wasn’t doing much to help. “How about we get you home? I’ll order an Ub-”

“No, I don’t want to go home.” The pout he gave was reminiscent of a child and it was truly charming. “This place doesn’t close until four… We’ve got all night! Let’s paint the town red!”

“I know you’re a movie star, Thomas, but you don’t need to bring those cheesy scripts into real life,” you smirked and reached up to pat his cheek lightly.

A grin lit up his face and he grabbed your hand to pull you that little bit closer. Your heart sped up and you could hear it pumping loudly in your ears as you gazed up at him. His eyes were beautiful. You swallowed nervously when you noticed him leaning in, the bitter smell of alcohol and his woody cologne hitting you hard. You couldn’t get enough of it. You knew it wasn’t right and you shouldn’t be doing this in the states you were in, but that logical voice in your head had disappeared way earlier in the night. It was long gone.

His breath tickled your lips and goosebumps ran all the way up your arms and legs. You leaned into him, all the voices in the background fading until they were muffled and unable to interrupt you in your little bubble. Tom paused when you nudged your noses against each other. In a swift movement, he turned and threw up on the pavement, splashing sick all over your toes.

“I really don’t feel well...” He hunched over and wiped his mouth, face scrunched up.

“Come on, let’s get you home,” you murmured, trying your best to avoid looking down at your feet. The sight of sick splattered on your skin would surely make you gag. You shook your head and kept an arm tightly around him while you ordered an Uber.

Tom’s head rested against your shoulder as he snored quietly the whole ride back to your flat. Of course, you had no idea what his address was and it would’ve probably taken a lifetime to get that information out of him, so the easiest option was for him to crash at your place. He mumbled to himself and giggled into your hair when you helped him out of the car and assisted him up the multiple flights of stairs.

“Okay, next time you’re drinking lemonade all night,” you told him sternly, though ended up laughing loudly as the two of you stumbled up the last few steps. After a number of tries, you managed to unlock the door and guided Tom into the living room towards the couch.

“Are you taking advantage of me and my vulera-vulnerb… drunkenness?” Tom licked his lips teasingly and fell down onto the couch, pulling you with him, but you chuckled and shook your head.

“Not tonight.” You gave him a wink and pushed yourself back up shakily, wobbling on the spot. “Now sleep. Don’t make too much noise or I’ll kill you.” You ruffled his hair gently on your way out, almost certain he’d already fallen asleep. The night definitely hadn’t been boring, that was for sure.

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moonprincess92 · 7 years

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It’s a reflex

Jyn Erso accidentally kisses Cassian Andor goodbye.

She definitely doesn’t freak out about it.

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When Jyn woke, she was alone.

It didn’t worry her. A chronic morning person, Cassian was always up at the crack of dawn, pottering around his flat making coffee or reading the newspaper or whatever the hell it was that ‘cultured’ people like him did in the mornings. Jyn, on the other hand, routinely stayed up until 3am watching vine compilation videos on YouTube and therefore did not emerge from bed until late morning if it was an option. She yawned, rolling over to see his empty side of the bed and the partially open bedroom door beyond. She could hear him humming, banging around somewhere in the kitchen and she let a hand stretch out under the sheets. It was always cold without him. She sighed, moving to drag herself out of bed.

You know, in any other situation, this might have been sweet and domestic.

She found him at the kitchen table, munching on toast and scrolling through the news on his phone. Shirtless and hair in a scruffy disarray, Jyn sometimes wondered how she’d gotten herself to this point … maybe she shouldn’t have had that third tequila shot all those months ago. If she hadn’t, then she never would have gotten up the nerve to go talk to the hot guy who’d been eyeing her up across the bar. If she hadn’t, they never would have kissed over a bowl of peanuts with some ridiculous pop song in the background. If she hadn’t, she never would have gone home with him … time after time after time.

“Six months in and you still can’t do the decent thing of waking me up at a reasonable hour.”

“I’ve tried dragging you out of bed before,” he threw back across the room without looking up. “Never works.”

Her hands fidgeted a little, suppressing a smile. Then, she moved to perch on the edge of the table next to him, bending down and stealing a bite of his toast just as he’d been about to put it in his own mouth.

He sighed as she chewed triumphantly. Wordlessly, he handed what was left over to her and she took it gratefully.

“Besides, I know that you’ll always leave eventually,” Cassian pointed out, going back to his phone only a little exasperated. “I don’t exactly feed you well.”

“This toast is divine.”

“Oh yes,” Cassian snorted. “my cooking skills are getting much better.”

“Exactly, you’ll be on Masterchef next.”

He grinned, shaking his head as he apparently finished scrolling through whatever disasters were happening throughout the world today. He put the phone down, glancing up at her.

God.

Look, Jyn didn’t kid herself that this was actually going anywhere. They were both intensely private people, with their own issues that neither wanted to talk about, and they’d met in a bar, for Christ’s sake. That wasn’t the foundation for a real relationship! No, she was fine with this casual set-up, in which they simply texted each other every now and then, the conversation full of memes, emojis and bad jokes until they finally ran out of things to talk about and the conversation inevitably turned to … other things. Almost always, it would end in her agreeing to come over.

(But then again, sometimes he would look at her like he was now and she would feel the slightest bit of regret that she wasn’t doing more about it).

“You got plans for today?” he asked her.

“Aside from getting out of here before your insane flatmate comes back? Not much.”

“He’s not insane–”

“The first time I met him, he asked me whether I was on birth control or not,” Jyn felt the need to point out for the billionth time.

“… ok, so he’s insane,” Cassian admitted. “Fair enough, I’ll let you have first shower.”

“Thank you,” Jyn hopped off the table with a flourish.

Half an hour later, and Jyn was washed and fully dressed. She shrugged her jacket back on and shoved her feet into her boots, but it was when she was stooping to the floor to pick up her wallet and keys when she suddenly paused. The memory of how she’d initially dropped them there had slammed into her head and without any warning … she wasn’t quite ready to leave just yet.

She must have looked ridiculous half-crouched on the floor, but she couldn’t stop herself from lingering. What, was she going to miss him? Whatever this feeling was, it was ridiculous and it happened every bloody time, but she just couldn’t control the memories that flooded her brain every time it was the moment she had to walk out. She remembered his arms sliding around her waist last night, gathering up her shirt and she’d dropped her keys to fist her hands in his hair. She remembered him eventually pushing her back onto the bed, kneeling down to the floor so that his head could bury itself between her thighs. She remembered shivering, remembered clawing at his back, remembered rolling them over and linking their fingers together next to his head, hips moving in a pace that set her on fire …

… hahahahahahaha, well, SHIT. She had to get out of here.

She quickly lurched up from the floor. Hastily darting back to the bathroom, she stuck her head around the door and yelled out,

“Hey! I’m leaving now!”

He paused from where he was apparently about to step into the shower. He gave her a warm smile and said, “Bye, Jyn.”

She honestly had no idea why she did it.

Maybe she’d finally gone a little nutty from the lack of sleep. Maybe it was the way he had turned to face her, as if he was offering up himself anyway. Maybe it was the fact that she still couldn’t get last night in particular out of her head and now that she was standing here in front of him in all his glory, it was all she could think about?

Hell, for whatever godforsaken reason … Jyn loped forward two steps and kissed him.

It was nothing, really. A casual press of lips, it lasted less than a second before she was pulling away again, turning to leave. She hadn’t even thought about it, until it hit her about three steps later. She froze in the bathroom doorway.

WHAT … WHAT DID SHE JUST DO?

She just kissed him goodbye. What the hell. That wasn’t something they did, this was supposed to be nothing! This wasn’t a relationship, this was two people who fucked every now and then, they didn’t do cuddling or kissing goodbye or cooking waffles together on a Sunday morning, Jyn giggling and wearing his shirt from the night before! Hell, Jyn wasn’t sure if she was even capable of that anymore. There weren’t supposed to be any frills, any conversations about what they were or where they were going, and there sure as all hell weren’t supposed to be any ‘feelings’ involved! What the hell was this? She felt her stomach churning and she almost turned back around to apologise, until she realised that she didn’t really want to see the look on his face (what if he was cringing just as hard as she was? What if he wasn’t?!).

So she made her feet move forward, and she practically ran out of the flat.

Finally outside in the hallway, she could breathe again. Well, sort of. Holy shit, holy shit. Did she just ruin everything? He was never going to text her again! Determined to get as far away as she could in as short amount of time as possible, Jyn strode down the hallway as quick as she could without actually sprinting. She pulled out her phone, determined to call Bodhi since he always seemed to know what to do –

SLAM.

Jyn shrieked a little as she went flying. Apparently, she had walked smack right into someone, and the force of it sent her sprawling back on her arse. Her phone skidded several feet away as she hit the ground.

“Are you all right–? Oh. It’s you,” a familiar voice said.

Jyn groaned out loud. Of all people, she did not want to be talking to Kay FUCKING Tu right this moment.

“I promise I was just leaving,” she rolled her eyes. “Don’t worry, I’ll help myself up.”

“You should pay better attention to where you’re going,” Kay naturally didn’t get the sarcasm.

The first time they’d met was when they’d both accidentally attempted to use the bathroom at the same time in the middle of the night and the relationship hadn’t exactly gotten better from there. Cassian’s weird flatmate was blunt to the point of rudeness, and made it quite clear that he didn’t approve of their ‘arrangement’ (who the hell even called it that?). If she was ever unfortunate enough to find herself in his company, she usually spent about 90% of the time subtly making fun of him. Jyn grumbled as she hauled herself up from the floor, retrieving her poor battered phone along the way.

“Why are you leaving so early?” Kay suddenly asked her.

Jyn turned to stare incredulously at him. “Like you care?”

“Just observing. You normally stick around for much longer in the mornings after you stay the night, even when you know I'm coming home. Are you no longer satisfied with the relationship?” Kay asked. “Because I’d be more than happy with that scenario, might I suggest–?”

“I accidentally kissed him goodbye,” she suddenly blurted out.

Kay raised his eyebrows so high, she thought they might disappear into his hair, which was a feat in of itself considering the buzz cut he sported. She had no idea where that had come from. But it had been screaming inside her and apparently, it just couldn’t wait until she was out of here and furiously texting Bodhi for help. Apparently, it needed addressing now, to the point where she was even willing to talk to Cassian’s insane flatmate about it!

What was wrong with her?

“And … that’s a bad thing?” Kay looked confused.

“It’s not … Jesus, I don’t know why I’m bothering to explain this to a robot in human form, but it’s just not what we do, ok?” Jyn said, exasperatedly. “We’re not … we’ve never been serious. Kissing goodbye is something that people with feelings and emotions do and that’s not us!”

“I see,” Kay peered down at her, seemingly interested by the conundrum she had presented to him. Well, gee, that made her feel better. “As far as I’m aware, kissing someone goodbye can be considered a sign of affection. People like to be close to the ones they love and in this scenario you are leaving, so it could be seen as an expression of ‘I would prefer it if I didn’t have to go, but my responsibilities call for it, so let me be close to you one last time’.”

“… you got all that from a kiss goodbye?”

“I often don’t understand social interaction. I do my best to try.”

“I can tell,” Jyn muttered. There was a pause for a moment, in which Kay just looked at her expectedly, the two of them still standing together in the middle of the damn hallway. Finally, Jyn couldn’t take it anymore. “Well?” she added. “You’re apparently the expert, what do I do?”

“How should I know?”

“According to you, I’m getting all emotional about Cassian! C’mon, how do I stop it?”

“Most people consider emotional connections a good thing, I don’t understand why you want to stop it–”

“Look, I’m not good at relationships, ok?” Jyn sighed in frustration. She really did not want to get into her very short list of Disastrous Dating Attempts here, but Kay was apparently annoying enough that it was coming out of her. “Every time I try, it ends in an unmitigated catastrophe,” Everyone leaves, a voice in her head sneered. No one sticks around in the end. It’s better to not try than to get burned again and again …

But thankfully, Kay couldn’t hear that.

“Why are you even sleeping with Cassian then, if you don’t want a relationship?” he asked in bewilderment.

She floundered for a moment.

“… uh, he’s hot?”

For a second, she almost thought he snorted with laughter … but Kay doesn’t laugh. He must have just been clearing his throat or something.

“So you kissed him goodbye,” he clarifies. “as an accident, you said?”

“I definitely didn’t mean to, it just … happened,” Jyn admitted. “I don’t bloody know, it probably meant nothing, like it was just a reflex reaction! Right?”

“That sounds like a decent theory. Do you have evidence to support it?”

“Evidence? Have you been watching crime shows again?”

“Cassian does not let me watch them on our shared T.V.,” Kay sighed in disappointment. “He says that he sees enough real crimes at work, which is fair.”

Jyn shook her head. This man didn’t understand sarcasm, and yet also enjoyed watching crime shows like a normal person. She’d never get this bloke. “Look, I’m just saying … when you’re sleeping with someone, even if it’s casual, you get pretty damn close, physically speaking. It’s natural to kiss goodbye, I just wasn’t thinking ok? I shouldn’t be overthinking it.”

“If you know that already, why are you still freaking out about it?”

“WHO SAYS I’M FREAKING OUT?”

“Jyn, I’m going to note here that you’re still voluntarily having a conversation with me in the middle of the hallway,” Kay gestured vaguely around them. “Usually, you would have punched me and told me to fuck off by now.”

Shit. Maybe she WAS still freaking out.

“… so it was a sign of affection, you say?” she asked, weakly.

He nodded. “Or it was just a reflex reaction,” he added on her point.

“Well, which one was it for me?”

“The hell if I know, Jyn. If I can’t predict your behaviour on any average day, what makes you think I could predict this?”

Your actions are continually unpredictable, Jyn Erso, he’d told her once. This was back when she and Cassian had barely known each other for two weeks, and Jyn had immediately responded with how the hell he’d known her last name. What followed had been a lengthy explanation of how he had apparently gone all Sherlock Bloody Holmes on them all and had managed to Facebook stalk her.

“Who is this man you were photographed with in a very affectionate pose on the 16th December, 2010?” he’d asked, shoving his phone under her face.

“That’s my brother, Bodhi,” she’d answered incredulously. “Blimey, what is wrong with you?”

But at least the man’s actions had come from a warped sense of protectiveness over his flatmate. Cassian had been mortified upon finding out, but Jyn had simply waved it off. It wasn’t worth getting worked up over. Hell, Cassian wasn’t even supposed to be worth it, but there had to be a reason she kept coming back for more and maybe this was it? Maybe, despite everything, despite her best intentions not to … she’d gone and fallen for the bloke anyway?

She shuddered, as if that might shake away the feelings.

Jyn, what have you gone and done?

But ok! Ok, this wasn’t THAT bad though, right? Like, if she was going to get emotional about anyone, at least it was him at the end of the day? She could have (and had) done much worse. Hell, tossers were practically her type at this point! But Cassian had a certain charm. He was easy to talk to, easy to be herself around, and not to mention was easy on the eyes …

But it was also easy to walk away from the tossers. Walking away from Cassian was going to hurt like a bitch.

Actually, she wasn’t even sure that she wanted to walk away.

“Kay,” she said, coughing hastily around her scratchy voice. “I don’t think it was just a reflex.”

He nodded. “What are you going to do about it, then?”

“I can’t believe I’m saying this… but something. I don’t know what, but I’ve got to do something.”

He sighed. “Well, I can’t say I’m ecstatic at this news, but at least this will further Cassian’s happiness.”

“Come again?”

“Well, Cassian is clearly the happiest he’s ever been since he met you,” Kay said matter-of-factly and not at all like he’d just exploded her heart inside her chest. “I don’t particularly like you, but I want him to be happy, so …”

Boom.

Something clicked somewhere inside her head and apparently, that was all it took. Her resolve was firmly set.

“Kay, I’ve found that I suddenly have an idea after all – I gotta go! And I never said this, but you’re not actually so bad, ok?”

She didn't even let him respond, instead already tearing off back down the hallway. Footsteps pounding, it took her several moments to realise that running wasn’t actually going to make much difference since she was currently locked out with no key. She sighed exasperatedly, looking back at Kay pointedly until he strode after her, inserting his key and thankfully letting her back inside.

“Likewise, Jyn Erso,” he told her.

She tore through the rest of the flat in seconds, dumping her keys and jacket somewhere along the way. Cassian had apparently left the shower since it was no longer running, yet she found him still in a towel in his bedroom as he apparently searched for clothes. He glanced up when she opened the door, the words, “Hey, Kay–” on his lips, but that was about when Jyn launched herself straight into his arms.

He tasted of minty toothpaste and surprise. His skin was hot and she wound her arms tight around his neck. He didn’t pull back. In fact, they stood there entwined together in the middle of his bedroom, kissing until they were red-faced and the towel was threatening to fall to the floor. Her heart was racing so fast she wondered if this was what a heart attack was, but luckily if anything, the feeling seemed to be mutual. When she pulled back he followed, lips chasing hers until finally he allowed her to see his face. His fingers dug into her hips.

“You’re not Kay,” he made a point of mentioning.

“It wasn’t just a reflex!” she practically yelled. “Wait – shit, sorry. I should explain first.”

“That would be appreciated, thanks.”

“I ran into Kay out in the hall,” She was still wound in his arms. It made things increasingly distracting, but she forced herself on. “Sometimes it’s just a reflex, but this time I don’t think it was. I hate leaving in the mornings, Cassian. I love that you let me eat your food. And you never complain when I send you obscure memes at two in the morning. Shit, my point is that I think I like you and I suck at this kind of thing, but I – I – think I want to try anyway, yeah?”

“… you got all that from talking to Kay?” he asked in amazement.

“Yeah, you can check me for head injury later.”

“I resent that!” a disembodied voice suddenly came from the bedroom door.

They both turned to see Kay, quite obviously eavesdropping.

“I see ‘subtle’ is not a word in his vocab,” Jyn muttered. “Kay, GET OUT.”

“Fine!” he complained, waving a hand at her dismissively. “Go and have sex already, just let me get my headphones on first …”

“Sorry,” Jyn mentioned once he was gone.

“Hey, he’s my flatmate not yours,” Cassian said fondly. “Oh, I like you too, by the way.”

“Ah. Good.”

She could still hear Kay muttering complaints when they kissed again.

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heyyyharry · 6 years

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5,954 Miles

(from the Flatmate!Harry Series)

…in which Harry flies to Japan, and Y/N adjusts to her new life without a flatmate.

Warning: fluff and a little bit of angst, and probably a bunch of mistakes because I got distracted while finishing this up.

Don’t trust me when I tell you when I’m going to update because it’s always so random like I told you it would take two more days until the new update but here it is *shrugs*

When they first moved into the flat, Y/N wished everyday that Harry wouldn’t come home so she could have the whole place to herself. She enjoyed being alone and silence made her feel at ease. But day after day, she grew used to having him around.

She didn’t have to eat dinner alone, if she’d had a bad day she would have someone to complain to, he shared the housework with her and took care of her when she was sick. That hasn’t changed after they started dating, he is still her best friend.

Now Y/N is standing with his friends at the airport, watching them saying their goodbyes to him, and her whole chest feels so vacant knowing once he’s gone through those terminal doors, she’ll come back to an empty flat.

“Bring us presents when you get back, yeah?”

“Of course, Liam.” Harry tells his friend and the rest join in to share one last group hug.

“You’ve got to check out that pub in Tokyo I told you about! It’s sick!”

Harry laughs in response to Louis’ suggestion and promises that he will definitely pay that place a visit. Trix almost tackles Harry to the ground when she wraps her arms around his neck, telling him she wishes he could stay, but Layla is quick to grab the emotional girl by the arm and pull her away.

“Get your shit together, Trix, he’s not going to war.”

“Layla, can you please be nice to everyone while I’m away?” Harry smiles at Layla, and surprisingly, she does the same. She rarely puts on a genuine smile unless she’s making fun of someone so this is a huge progress, Harry supposes.

“I’ll try. And I’ll miss you, Styles,” she tells him, and this time she really means it.

Niall steps in next and shares a long hug with his best friend. Harry thinks out of the bunch he’s going to miss Niall most.

“Look after Y/N for me?” Harry whispers so only the two of them can hear, and Niall doesn’t hesitate to reply that Harry can always count on him.

“How about we go over there guys, give the couple some space?” Niall suggests as he pulls away from his best friend. He doesn’t need the others to agree, just pushing them aside on his own so Y/N can get closer to Harry, who’s smiling warmly at her.

“Hey angel,” he murmurs, and normally she would response to his nickname with a vibrant smile, but the look on her face right now pains his heart.

“Gosh I’m gonna miss your unnecessary flirting.” She breathes while cupping his face between her palms.

The couple stare at each other in silence. They’re simply trying to memorize as much of each other as they can, before he gets on the plane that’s gonna take him 5,954 miles across the Earth, away from her.

“I wish you could come with me,” he says softly, grabbing her wrists and pulling her hands to his chest. “Fuck, now I don’t want to go.”

“You are going! I didn’t buy you a new blanket to keep you warm on the plane for you to be a pussy.” She rolls her eyes and leans in for a peck on the lips, but he holds the back of her head and pulls her in for a real kiss this time. Though they spent most of yesterday tangled up between the sheets, he still cannot get enough of her.

When they pull away, almost breathless, foreheads resting against each other’s, he whispers under his breath, “I have something for you.”

Harry pulls away as he lets go of her hand. His next move is what Y/N would never expect — he takes off the silver ring he’s always worn on his pinky, then slides it on her ring finger.

“Should’ve given this to you at your brother’s wedding but I was slightly drunk and I forgot.” Het lets out a nervous laugh. “I got it when I was sixteen and I’ve never taken it off because I believe it brings me good luck.”

“Then why are you giving it to me?” Y/N furrows her eyebrows but Harry stops her before she can pull the ring off.

“Keep it,” he says. “It’s my promise to you.”

“I know you’ll come back, you don’t have to promise me anything.”

“Not just me coming back, but—” he takes a deep breath then lets it out “—but a promise of a future together as well.”

“Harry—”

“I know...I...I know it doesn’t seem sincere to be saying this when I’m going to fly almost 6,000 miles away from you.” His voice nearly breaks and so does her heart.

“But...you mean so much to me, much more than you think...So I want you to keep this ring as a promise that I will come back, and it will be just you and me again nothing has to change. Hopefully, in the future...I can replace this ring with a better one.”

Y/N is at a loss for words, it takes her a second or two to part her lips, but before she can say anything, Niall approaches them and tells Harry he must leave or else he’ll miss the flight.

“I’ll call you when I arrive in Tokyo!” he tells her quickly then presses his lips to her forehead, mumbling “I love you” one last time before picking up his bags and suitcases to go.

“I love you too...” Y/N says to herself as she watches Harry hurrying his feet, walking further and further away.

When he reaches the terminal doors, she hopes he won’t turn around to look at her. She’s told him not to because she won’t be able to handle it, but Harry always knows how to push her buttons. He reaches those doors, stops and turns around. Then, he smiles.

And that is all it takes for Y/N to break into tears.

...

“Do you think this makes me look fat?” asks Layla as she looks at her reflection in the full-length mirror with an uncertain look.

Y/N titles her head to the left a little bit, sticking out her bottom lip then tells the girl, “No, I think you look alright.”

“Alright means average!” Layla sighs and tosses the dress to the shop employee, Y/N quickly apologizes for Layla’s action then follows her to another aisle.

“Did Harry tell you to take me shopping?” Y/N questions while checking the tag on a dress she finds cute. She doesn’t mind if Harry told Layla to hang out with her though, she does need some distractions right now, even if jt means spending time with Layla.

“Nope, I saw you crying so I thought I should take you with me.”

“Aww, really?”

“Jesus, don’t be smug about it.” Layla scoffs as she takes out another dress and puts it in front of her. “I think this one looks nice.”

“Layla, I think it’s lovely that you wanted me to come along. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome I guess.” This is the very first time Y/N has heard this girl say those words, which is incredibly shocking. She’s actually being nice and not for something beneficial for her! “I just...I also don’t want to be alone right now.”

“What do you mean?” Y/N furrows her eyebrows. “You’ve got a bunch of friends.”

“There are certain things I cannot tell them alright?” Layla turns around to face Y/N. “If I talk to the boys about this they’ll tell each other, and I’ve got no girl friend.”

“What about Trix?”

“Trix is a lovely girl but she’s dumb.” Layla rolls her eyes, sighing. “Don’t tell her I said that though.”

“Layla you call Trix dumb to her face all the time!”

“I meant, don’t tell her I called her lovely!”

“Oh...okay...” Y/N widens her eyes but she shrugs it off and goes ahead to ask Layla what is it that she cannot tell the others.

“If I can’t tell my friends, why would I tell you?” Layla snorts and intends to keep on walking, but somehow she hesitates. It seems like she’s trying to make up her mind about something, it takes her a second or two before turning back to Y/N and taking a deep breath.

“I have feelings for Niall.”

“What?”

“Don’t tell anyone!” Layla lowers her voice and looks around in a sneaky way as she grabs Y/N by the wrist, pulling the girl to the back of the store where no one pays attention to them.

“I don’t see the problem, Layla, aren’t you and Niall flirting all the time?” Y/N giggles. To be honest, it’s quite amusing to see Layla like this, normally she acts like a cold-hearted bitch who cares about nothing but herself, this is the first time Y/N’s seen Layla so afraid.

“I wouldn’t call that flirting, it’s just me yelling at him and him apologizing...” Layla buries her face into her palm and exhales deeply. “I’m not good at handling my feelings.”

“It’s okay, Harry used to be like that.”

“Harry was different! He’s always been soft, a soft baby trying to act tough, I’m not like that! I didn’t care about anyone or anything but myself.”

“Wow, did you just really say that?” Y/N questions but Layla ignores her.

“But Niall told me about this girl he’s been seeing the other day and...and...I was scared that I would lose Niall.”

“Oh wow.” Y/N takes a deep breath as she adjusts her jacket to keep calm. Layla having feelings for Niall is one thing, but her actually confiding in Y/N is something extremely alarming.

“I know we’re not friends, but you’re the only one who can help me right now.”

To Y/N’s surprise, Layla grabs her hand and brings it to her chest, looking at her with puppy dog eyes begging for help. “I’ll be nice to you if you teach me to be like you.”

“Layla.” Y/N chuckles and withdraws her hand back to her side. “You don’t need to be like me, because Niall’s nothing like Harry. That’s not how it works.”

“Boys seem to like nice girls.” Layla shrugs, looking pretty hopeless. Y/N cannot recognize her anymore, she’s actually being insecure about herself! That’s another first!

“Maybe you can start by being nice to him? I’m not sure what type of girls Niall’s into but I don’t think he enjoys you calling him names all the time.”

“Okay, got it, be nice to Niall. Anything else?”

“How about we go somewhere we can sit and talk?”

Layla doesn’t think twice, she says yes right away then grabs Y/N by the hand and pulls her to the exit. When they get to the doors, suddenly she pauses then turns around, furrowing her eyebrows at Y/N. For a second, Y/N thinks the old Layla is back.

“I forgot,” she says with a worrying face. “Thank you for helping me.”

“You’re welcome, Layla,” Y/N replies with a smile, and for the first time, Layla smiles back.

...

Harry arrives in Tokyo at around 5AM, the jet-lag makes him exhausted. After texting his girlfriend to let her know he’s safely landed, he calls a taxi and gives the driver the address to the building he’s staying so he can take him there.

Tokyo is beautiful, and different and exciting, but he misses London already. It should be night over there now. And if he was home, Y/N and him would probably be studying together or watching a movie or having sex or just cuddling in bed because one of them has had a bad day. Now he’s all alone, thinking about how one year ago he told her he couldn’t wait to travel somewhere far away and leave everything behind. He didn’t know then that one day she would become his everything.

The taxi pulls over and Harry gets out as the driver helps him take his luggage out of the car.

“Arigatou,” he tells the middle-aged man and receives a smile in return. He doesn’t actually know Japanese. He’s only learnt to say thank you and also ‘Konnichiwa’ which means ‘Hello’, so maybe he’ll ask Gemma to teach him something else because she’s lived here for over a year.

The taxi drives away. Harry picks up his suitcases and bags and enters the building. After receiving his keys, he waits for the lift to arrive, when suddenly, a stranger appears out of nowhere and bumps right into him, knocking both of them a few steps backward. She looks so terrified when he says sorry.

“Are you alright?” he asks, not sure if the Japanese girl understands but she just grabs his collars and pulls his head down.

Then to his surprise, she kisses him on the lips!

Harry pulls away immediately, staring at the girl with widened eyes. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?!”

She lets him go, not answering his questions then turns around as if searching for someone.

“Miss, I don’t know who you are but you can’t just kiss random people—”

“Hana.”

“Sorry?”

“My name’s Hana.” She smiles at him, trying to catch her breath and offers him her hand to shake. “Nice to meet you.”

This girl must be crazy, Harry thinks to himself then refuses her friendly gesture. “I’m sorry but I’m in a hurry.”

“Hey, wait, I’m sorry about the kiss, I—” The girl stops him as he’s about to enter the lift which just arrived. “I had no other choice. There’s a guy who kept following me around, I told him I had a boyfriend but he didn’t believe me so I freaked out and—”

“And you forced yourself on a fucking stranger?!” Harry furrows his eyebrows but he’s got no time for drama, he’s already exhausted. “I really have to go. You are forgiven.”

He walks into the lift, but the girl follows him as well. Harry decides to ignore her and reaches out to press the button with number eighteen. Hana is just standing there, smiling at him.

“Well, which floor are you on?” he asks in annoyance and the girl gives him a shrug.

“Also eighteen.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?”

“We’ve only known each other for like five minutes but you’ve cursed like five times,” she comments with a chuckle.

Her attitude kind of reminds him of Y/N somehow, but Harry quickly gets rid of that thought because his girl would be fuming if she found out he associated her with a girl who just kissed him without his permission.

“I don’t think I should be polite to someone who sexually assaulted me.”

“It was just a kiss.”

Okay, Harry takes it back, she’s nothing like Y/N. His Y/N would not say something like that, and certainly would not go around kissing strangers! Harry sighed into his palm, closing his eyes for two seconds. What a terrible beginning for his six months in this foreign city!

“What’s your name?”

“You’re asking me?” Harry points to himself, which makes her laugh.

“Yeah, you’re the only one here, aren’t you?”

“And why would I want to tell you my name?”

“Aren’t we going to be neighbors?”

“What?” Harry stares at her with his mouth agape.

Hana crosses her arms then tells him everyone knows everything around here, and if he wants to fit in he needs to stop acting surprised all the time.

“But you’re not from here either, aren’t you?” he asks when the lift stops and they both walk out one by one.

“What gives it away?”

“Your accent.”

“I’d lived in NYC my whole life before moving back here for university, my grandma got sick,” she tells him then walks ahead to show him the way.

His flat is at the very end of the hall and her door is right in front of his. Great, he was so happy that he got to live with no flatmate, now he’s stuck with this crazy girl as his neighbor.

With a smile on her face, Hana watches Harry being all grumpy because he can’t open the lock on the door.

“What the fuck is wrong with this key?!

“Here, let me help you.”

Hana pushes Harry aside as she yanks the key away from his hand, then just casually opens the door with so little effort.

“Why are you giving me that look?” she chuckles at his expression, “there’s still a lot you need to learn if you’re gonna stay here for long.”

Harry stays quiet as he watches her walk over to her door and unlocks it as well. Before entering her flat, she turns around and gives him one last smile.

“I’m here if you need any help, Harry.”

Harry stands in the hallway, gawking at nothing for a long moment until it occurs to him — he didn’t tell her his name.

...

“Wow, your new place looks nice!” Y/N rests her chin on her knuckles as she smiles at her boyfriend in the laptop screen.

“Are you in my room.”

“Yes, this is my room now that you’re not here.” Y/N swings her arms in the air and spins herself around on his swivel chair, making him laugh.

“Now that you remind me, my room is bigger than yours. I remember us doing rock, paper, scissor to decide who would get that room when we first moved in.”

“I hated you for winning!” She puckers her forehead and pretends to look grumpy but he just thinks she’s adorable. On the other note, Y/N thinks Harry looks so hot even with the terrible video quality, especially with his weary eyes and messy hair.

“Baby you look so good,” she tells him. “I wish I could kiss your beautiful face but I can’t.”

“Thank you.” Harry chuckles then furrows his eyebrows a little bit when he catches a glimpse of her cleavage. “Put some clothes on woman, I can’t concentrate!”

“I have clothes on!”

“That tank top is almost see-through little missy, and I’m too tired for another wank in the shower!”

Y/N giggles as her boyfriend pretends to covers his eyes then peeks through the gap between his fingers with a cheeky smile on his face. They talk a bit more about Harry’s flight and Y/N’s assignments, when suddenly she brings up a topic that he can definitely relate.

“Something really weird happened to me today.”

“Same here!” he exclaims, rolling his eyes when he thinks about his crazy neighbor. “But you go first.”

“Okay, you may not believe this, but I spent the entire day with Layla.”

Harry’s eyes go wide as he asks her immediately, “are you hurt?!”

“No!” She giggles while shaking her head. “She was really nice to me, I had so much fun but it was weird still.”

“Wow, do you know the reason?” “I do, but I can’t tell ya, it’s a secret between Layla and I.”

It does come as a shock to Harry that his girlfriend can get along with someone like his friend Layla, but seeing the radiance on her face makes him feel at ease. The last time Y/N thought she found herself a new girl friend, that girl only used her to get to Harry. So now it’s good for him to know she’s hanging out with another girl and having fun while doing so, even when that girl is Layla.

“So how’s Tokyo? Loving it so far?” she asks and he shakes his head no, pouting a little bit into the webcam.

“The bed doesn’t smell like you, I can’t stand it.”

“Aww baby.” She frowns, fingers reaching out to touch his face on her screen, wishing she could feel him instead of the hard surface. “But I’m glad you don’t have a flatmate. I’d be so upset if there was another Olivia trying to make a move on you again.”

Harry’s whole body stiffens when he hears those words and thinks about the incident in the lobby with his crazy Japanese neighbor. Though he didn’t sign up to be kissed, he still can’t tell her about what happened. Like she said, she’d be so upset and he doesn’t want to worry her some more.

“Wait, something weird also happened to you right? What was it?”

“Oh, I ran into a lady with a weird haircut, that’s all.”

The feelings sink in when they leave their conversation for silence to take over. They hold a gaze for a little while, then Y/N is the first to speak, “why did you walk away before I could say anything else?”

“When?”

“At the airport.”

“Oh, that...” He scratches the back of his head. “I was afraid.”

“Of?”

“Of whatever you were going to say to me. It doesn’t matter what it is because it would’ve made me want to drop everything to stay in London with you.”

“Aww baby...”

“But do you love the ring?”

She smiles at him. “I do. I loved your heartfelt speech as well.”

“Thanks, I practiced it over and over again in front of a mirror,” he tells her proudly. The smug on his face makes her heart flutter and her stomach tingling in a good way. Well, as long as she has his ring on her finger, she’s going to pretend he’s physically here by her side.

“So you start your new job tomorrow?”

“Today actually, it’s already 7AM here. I’ll have to be at the office at 1PM.” He presses his lips into a smile and pinches the bridge of his nose. He hasn’t slept in twelve hours or so and now his head is starting to hurt.

“Get some rest baby, we’ll talk another time. I think I should go to bed as well.”

“Okay, love you lots and lots!” Harry throws both hands in the air and leans over to kiss the webcam, which cracks her up.

“I love you too! See you soon!” she says, waving goodbye before exiting the video chat. When Harry disappears from her laptop screen, the uplifting atmosphere in her room leaves with him.

Y/N closes her laptop, turns off the light and climbs into Harry’s bed, under the sheets that smell just like him. She stares at his ring on her finger for a little while before holding it to where her heart stays and squeezing her eyes shut.

Six months won’t be too long, the voice inside her head tells herself, he’ll come back to you really soon.

Nevertheless, it doesn’t take more than five minutes until the tears start streaming down her face.

On the other side of the world, Harry closes his laptop and rises from the sofa. He misses Y/N terribly so all he wants is to go to bed then fall asleep in the blanket she got him. But he has a feeling he’s not getting some rest anytime soon when someone rings on his doorbell. Harry has to drag his heavy feet to the door, only to regret once it’s opened.

“Hey, new co-worker!” Hana, now in a different outfit, cheers when she sees his face. “I hope you’re ready for your city tour.”

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heyyyharry · 6 years

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Moving Out

(from the Flatmate Series)

...in which Harry finally accepts that he’s in love, but she wants to move out.

Y/N didn't know how to break this news to Harry. She'd pondered for hours in bed the night before just to come up with the right words to say while second-guessing how her flatmate was gonna react. After all, she'd lived with him long enough to know him well.

"Move out? What the fuck does that mean?!"

And...she was right. He didn't take it very well. Maybe if she hadn't told him first thing in the morning, she would've received a slightly better reaction.

"Harry, listen-"

"Is it something I've done? Is it because I always forget to take out the trash? If that's the reason I-"

"Won't you shut up?!" She shouted, cutting him off right in the middle of his sentence. "You need to let me speak, Harry."

Giving her a nod, he pressed his lips into a firm line and the look on her face caused his heart to ache. As Harry finally took a seat right by her side and she reached for his hand immediately, he knew something was wrong. Though he couldn't read her mind, he still had a feeling that he might not want to hear what she was about to say.

"My mum called me last night," she began. "My parents' business is currently in debt and they need to save up all the money they can get. I had to send them all of my savings in the last couple months, and...yeah...I cannot afford living here anymore."

When they first moved into this flat, Harry had wished everyday for this day — the day that his flatmate finally asked to move out. But now that it was really happening, he was the one begging her to stay.

The idea of coming back to a cold flat just to order in and have dinner alone on the couch used to be so comforting to him, now it was too scary to even imagine. If she was gone, he wouldn't get to hear her laugh every single day, wouldn't get to have her annoy him to the point where he burst out laughing, wouldn't have anyone to share stories about his day with. He still wished this was all a terrible dream that he was struggling to wake up from. But too bad, it was reality.

"Where are you gonna live?" He asked, knowing that she couldn't go back to the dorm because it was more expensive. But if she was gonna rent a new place, who was gonna be her new flatmate if it wasn't him?

"I did my research and found this cheap flat with one bedroom. It's pretty far from campus, might have to take two bus rides to get there but it would do for now."

Harry felt his heart sink to the bottom of his chest as soon as she'd finished that sentence. If they didn't live under the same roof anymore, he doubted they would still spend as much time together, or even see each other on a daily basis. So if he let her go now, he might lose her for good.

"Just don't make up your mind just yet. Let's figure this out together, alright?" He said, earning a smile from the girl. There had got to be another way. And Harry swore he wouldn't rest until he figured out how.

"Harry...yes...fuck me. Right there."

The sound of his name mixed up with dirty moans filled up the silence in the tiny dorm room. A playful smirk spread across Harry's pink lips as he watched the girl squirming beneath him. Those lips slowly trailed across from her jawline, down to her neck, to her collarbone. His fingers were thrusting fast in and out of her dripping hole, causing her eyes to roll backward in pleasure. Her mouth fell open as she clung onto his bicep, urging him to go faster. She knew she was close. He knew she was close. But right before she could feel her release, the door flew open instantly, causing Harry to withdraw his digits and the girl to gasp at the sudden loss and that denied orgasm.

His roommate repeatedly apologized for entering without knocking. He said he didn't know there was a girl in here, but it was the third time this week that he cockblocked Harry.

The brown haired boy crawled off his bed so the girl could finally sit up and recover from her short of breath while he was fixing his clothes. Despite the awkward situation, the roommate entered the room still, and Harry took his cue to send his female friend on her way, ending the fun sooner than expected.

The embarrassed young girl grabbed her bag without delay as she took the walk of shame out of the door, followed by the tall handsome brunette.

"Sorry, Jess. I didn't think he'd be back so early," he apologized, resting one hand against the doorframe, head on his hand.

"I heard from Niall that you're getting your own place. Maybe we can finish there?"

"I am, but it's not settled yet."

"Shame." She curved her lips into a flirty smile, hand on the back of his neck as she pulled him down for a passionate kiss. "It's alright," she mumbled against his plum lips. "We'll take it somewhere else next time."

"How about your room?"

"My roommate is way worse. She never goes out." Jess sighed, checking her watch to realize she was already late for her next lecture. "I gotta go now. Will I see you tonight?"

"I already have plans for tonight, but I will definitely call you," he said with the kind of smiles that melted hearts like candle wax. But the green-eyed monster knew something that Jess didn't — this would the last time she heard from him.

Y/N and Harry had decided to skip their afternoon lectures to go see the flat she'd told him about. From the online advertisement, she had so much high hope for it, yet it turned out to be too horrific to be put into words, especially to Harry. There was no way he would let her live in such a terrible neighborhood, so far away from campus, from him, and all alone. So on their way back to his car, he came up with a solution that worked for them both.

"Let's go see some other two-bedroom flats. If we can find one with a reasonable price, I'm gonna move out with you."

When Y/N heard that, she chuckled and shook her head in response. She assumed he was only joking for there was no way Harry Styles would want to give up a perfect flat for a smaller one. It was only when she saw the look on his face, that she realized he was actually serious. He was willing to move out, all because of her.

"Wow, you really can't live without me, can you?" She joked to lighten up the mood, also to hide how overjoyed she was right now.

Shaking his head, Harry returned her a smile. And Y/N thought to herself maybe his smile did have magical powers that turned a grey sky into a blue. She could just stare at it for hours or even more. But the happier he made her feel, the sadder she became when she thought about how much she was gonna miss his smile when she left. She was gonna miss him so much, very much, terribly.

"Don't be so full of yourself. The simple reason is that, if you're gone, I'll have to look for a replacement and then learn to adapt to my new life with that one. Too much work." He rolled his eyes. But she knew it wasn't half the truth, and somehow that made her heart full.

"Excuses, excuses." She clicked her tongue, crossing her arms. "Admit it. You, Harry Styles, cannot live without me."

Harry simply laughed it off and changed the subject by asking her what she'd like for lunch. He didn't admit to it, but she was correct. He honestly couldn't live without her.

Y/N was trying her best to focus on her study notes but the loud music from the room next door was hammering inside her brain. She had complaint almost a thousand times to the dorm management board but they hadn't done anything about it.

The poor girl dropped her head onto her book and screamed out loud but she was sure no one could hear her over the heavy rock tune. She could already envision herself getting murdered in that dorm room and nobody would hear her scream to come help.

In the pit of her despair, Y/N felt like it couldn't get any worse. But it did. Her terrible roommate just had to come back early, turning her night to another level of horror.

The other girl entered the room and said hello to Y/N by slamming the door on her way in. It was hard to ignore such attitude.

"What is it, Jess?"

"That fucking asshole!" Jess raised her voice, tossing her bag onto the floor. "He blocked my number!"

"Who?"

"Nevermind, as if you knew anyone here."

"Hey, don't put it out on me!" Y/N snarled at her roommate for the unnecessary remark. But the girl didn't seem to care. She apologized just for the sake of it, without any sincerity in her tone. Y/N knew her well enough to try and force a real sorry out of her cold-hearted roommate.

Jess threw herself down on the bed, laying an arm over her eyes as she asked Y/N to turn off the lamp so she could sleep.

"I'm studying, Jess. I've got an exam next week," Y/N argued, thinking the light from her lamp wasn't too bright, yet her roommate completely disagreed.

She propped herself up on her elbows and shot Y/N a mean glare. "Who cares about your exam? I need to sleep now."

That was the final straw for Y/N. She angrily rose up from her seat and carried her book out of the room, slamming the door on her way out without waiting for Jess to curse her for leaving the light on.

Now that she was finally alone in the hallway, trying to read regardless of the loud music and the uncomfortableness of sitting on the floor, she knew she couldn't stay there any longer.

The flat hunt turned out to be a complete failure, as expected. There wasn't a single one that was merely acceptable to them. They didn't know whether it was because they'd grown too attached to their current place or the world was really against them finding a new one; whatever the reason was, that flat was irreplaceable to both of them.

On the long drive home that night, Y/N suggested that they should stop searching for another flat, what they needed was another flatmate. In that case the rent would be split in three, and she would afford to stay with Harry.

"Don't worry, I'll sleep on the sofa if I have to. You'll get to keep your own room," Y/N said, because she could clearly see from his expression that he hated the idea.

"If we accept another person then it's no different than staying at the dorm, is it?" Harry said, fingers tapping impatiently on the steering wheels. "We didn't get along with our roommates back then, so maybe we shouldn't even consider this."

Y/N stayed quiet for a while to think before she spoke, "the difference is I didn't know you then. At least now I have someone I can count on."

And her words were all it took for Harry to change his mind.

It was the only flat suitable for Y/N in terms of location, price, and space. It was only fifteen minutes away from her campus going by bus, with a more reasonable price than her room at the dorm or all the others she'd been shown. It had two bedrooms so she was gonna have to find a flatmate, which she didn't mind. She would have her own room to stay up all night with the lights on or go to sleep whenever she felt like it. Not to mention her own bathroom, she wouldn't have to share it with anyone else anymore. That flat was perfect.

Nevertheless, Y/N still wanted to think a bit more about it before making such a life-changing decision. She slept on the offer and waited until the next morning to call the real estate agent and seal the deal.

But the first news she had to hear was almost like an ice bucket in the face.

"What do you mean the flat is sold?! I-How-How is it possible?"

"I'm really sorry, my dear. You're a little bit late," said the older woman on the phone.

It'd be a lie to say Y/N wasn't disappointed. She was absolutely shattered. Still she politely thanked the lady, saying she would look somewhere else. But you know what they said? 'One door closes, another opens.' Just as the girl was about to end the call, the woman on the phone stopped her just in time.

"The new owner of this flat is also looking for a flatmate. He's a student like you. So if you want to negotiate with him, I can give you his number."

"Oh god, really?" The girl squealed, nearly screaming into the phone. "You just made my day! Thank you, thank you, thank you! What's his name?"

"Harry Styles. His name is Harry Styles."

"Harry!" Y/N groaned into her notebook, causing her flatmate to laugh as he took another bite of the piece of pizza. She had exerted a lot of effort to make a long list of all the possible candidates, but he ended up saying no to each and everyone.

"Don't be too picky!"

"I'm not." He shrugged, lifting an eyebrow while chewing. "What else have you got?"

"How about your friend Martin?"

"Too messy."

"Clara from Marketing?"

"She's obsessed with me and hates you."

"Almost every girl on this list," she mumbled under her breath and crossed out another name. "Caleb Biller? You can't say no to this one, you said you liked him."

"No."

"Seriously? Why?"

Harry had liked Caleb, until he heard the guy talk to his friends about how hot he thought Y/N was. They hadn't spoken again since.

"He's a dick."

Y/N exhaled and clicked her pen to cross out the name Caleb off the list. Maybe she wouldn't get any sleep tonight.

'Harry Styles'

The first time Y/N heard that name, she didn't think much of it. It wasn't until she finally met Harry in person that she realized she had seen him a few times in some lectures. She remembered walking past him one morning and instinctively turning around to take a second look. They had never talked or even made eye contact before, but for some unknown reasons (not just his appearance), she had always been intrigued by him. Y/N admitted that Harry was exceptionally gorgeous. Many girls in her position would consider themselves the luckiest girl in the world, and maybe Y/N would too, if the first thing he said to her wasn't this.

"Let's make this quick. I have better things to do."

With both eyes broadened, Y/N almost thought she'd somehow misheard those words. However, his attitude really confirmed the kind of person she thought he might be. Instead of looking at her, his attention was solely on his phone.

"Why are you talking to me like you're doing me a favor?" She asked in annoyance.

"Because I am. I'm the one with a flat, not you." He looked up with a grin on his face, which only drove her up the wall. She couldn't believe that someone so handsome could have such an ugly personality. What was worse, this guy was going to be her flatmate, not much of an upgrade from the human witch named Jessica.

"How about I walk away so you can pay for the whole place yourself?"

Her threat didn't scare him, instead it made him snort.

"You're not going to walk away."

He was right. She wasn't going to. She'd rather tolerate him to get her own bedroom and bathroom than go back to the dorm with Jess and her disastrous neighbors. But that was exactly what he wanted to hear, so she wasn't gonna give him that.

"If I walk away, I won't lose very much, you on the other hand, lose a lot of money. So who's doing whom a favor here? And good luck finding someone else, because if you have other options, you wouldn't have come here to see a complete stranger like me."

Once the girl had finished her rant, Harry was taken aback. He cleared his throat and sat up straight, trying to cover up the fact that he was intimidated by the girl he barely knew. But instead of changing his mind about the decision to move in with her, now he believed he had even more reasons to go for it.

At first Harry wanted to live alone because personal space was really important to him. But then Niall convinced him to share the flat with someone else since they would have their separate rooms, and he would still get all the privacy he needed with only half the initial cost.

Harry had a lot of friends so everyone might assume it should be easy for him to find a flatmate. But it wasn't. He didn't want to live with any of his friends, except for his best friend Niall, who was already sharing a flat with two other guys. Harry couldn't remember how many names had been crossed off his list before he received a phone call from a girl named Y/N. So he took the risk and agreed to meet her despite not knowing who she was.

Fortunately, Y/N turned out to be just the one he needed. She seemed like the organized, hard-working, and smart kind of person, a rule follower. And most importantly, she didn't like him very much. Harry wasn't looking for someone he could be best friends with, but rather someone who would live under the same roof with him but didn't want anything to do with his life. For that reason, Y/N was the perfect choice.

"Okay, let's cut to the chase. If we're gonna live together, there are a few things I want to be frank to you." He intertwined his fingers and rested his elbows on his parted knees, leaning forward. "I will respect your privacy as long as you'll respect mine, but just so you know I have friends over almost every night."

"Lady friends?"

"Yeah," he admitted without pause. "They'll stay in my room, don't worry, but I don't want you to be shocked if you wake up one morning and see a stranger in the kitchen."

"That's fine by me. Anything else?"

"Just that I guess. We're going to have separate rooms anyway so there's really nothing to worry about. Any requests from your side?"

"Yes. I do have a few things to say," She cleared her throat, one hand roaming in her bag as if searching for something, and she pulled out a notebook, a pen and her reading glasses. Harry was slightly confused until he realized she had made a list of house rules for them to discuss in this first meeting. And all of a sudden, he felt like he'd better be worried for himself.

Y/N was barely awake when she felt the empty side of her bed weighing down and someone slightly shaking her shoulder. Though she was as exhausted as she was sleepy, the girl still opened her eyes to look at her flatmate, unable to decide whether she should yell at him for waking her up in the middle of the night or punching him for sneaking into her room.

"Before you get mad at me, I have something to say!" he spoke fast, watching Y/N sit up with her back against the headboard.

"I swear to God, if it's not important—"

"It is." He scooted closer to her on the bed, crossing his legs and she mirrored him subconsciously. "You still owe me a favor, do you remember that?"

Her eyes broadened at once. "Really Harry? You woke me up for this?!"

"I helped you pass Business Informatics and you said-"

"I said I would do you a favor, yes. I just can't believe you decided to bring this up at..." she paused to check the time on her phone, "...two in the morning!"

"Then can you do me a favor and let me pay for your rent?"

Y/N nearly choked on air, coughing uncontrollably as she heard him. She thought she was dreaming but everything felt too real to be a dream.

"Are you insane?" She cried out. "No! I am not taking your money! What the hell are you thinking?!"

"Why are you always freaking out?!" Harry threw his head back and groaned. "I'm not giving you money! Consider it a loan. You'll have to pay me back."

"But—"

"Hey we made a deal! You're not backing out of this!"

Y/N just sat and stared at the boy with her mouth slightly opened for what seemed like two seconds, after that she pressed one palm to his forehead, the other to her own.

"You're not sick." She asserted, raising one eyebrow. Her reaction made him chuckle. "Are you drunk, Harry? But you don't smell drunk. Or do you take drugs?"

"This is supposed to be the moment you thank me, not accuse me of being an alcoholic and drug addict."

"You'll regret this."

"I won't."

"Then you're an idiot."

Well, maybe he was, but for her only.

"Hey, answer me! Does that mean yes?" Asked Harry as he playfully tossed a small pillow at her.

Y/N inhaled deeply and let go of her breath. She said, looking into his eyes, "I'll pay you back, I promise."

And that was everything Harry wanted to hear.

"I can't believe you broke my vase!"

"If you had helped me move the fucking table, I wouldn't have knocked over your stupid vase!"

"I was carrying two chairs! I only have two arms, what did you expect?!"

If the doorbell hadn't rung and interrupted their first argument in their new home, Y/N and Harry would probably have continued arguing over a broken vase until sunset. The girl glared at her flatmate and pushed him aside so she could answer the door. Their first guest was a lovely old lady holding a tray of cookies. She seemed quite anxious, so the pair assumed that she had already heard their heated argument from the other side of the door.

"Hello darlings, I'm Mrs. Benson. I live right next door. I heard someone's moving in so I thought I might come over and say hello."

"Aww, thank you. This is very sweet of you, Mrs. Benson." The girl took the tray from the woman and put on a wide smile. Her flatmate copied the expression, acting as if they hadn't been yelling at each other since they first entered the building.

"Would you like to come in for a cup of tea?" He suggested, but the friendly neighbor shook her head to refuse.

"No, no, you're still unpacking. I'll come back another time. Have a great day!"

"You too, Mrs. Benson!" Y/N said, happily waving at the old lady.

Once Mrs. Benson had turned away, she closed the door and the smile on her face a second ago was now nowhere to be found. She looked at Harry, whose expression wasn't too different from her own.

"Why are you still standing there?" She grumbled. "That table's not gonna move itself!"

"Am I your flatmate or your slave?"

"I still have to unpack the rest of my stuff too, can't leave them to you to destroy!"

Meanwhile in the hallway, Mrs. Benson was still struggling with her lock and she could hear everything going on in the flat next door (since they were yelling out each and every word). As a reaction, the old woman shook her head and softly smiled to herself.

"Young love," she said, sighing happily.

...

When Harry left his flat, he ran into Ben who had just got back home from work. He greeted his next door neighbor with a little bit too much enthusiasm and Ben didn't need to ask to know Harry was in a good mood. The older man smiled back, unable to resist the contagiousness of the happiness written on Harry's face.

"You look happy," he said, raising an eyebrow.

"Well, Y/N and I are going out for dinner. Not a date though...Just dinner."

Laughing slightly, Ben asked, "she still doesn't know yet?"

"Know what?"

"That you're in love with her."

Harry's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets when he heard those words. He opened his mouth, about to tell Ben how stupid that was, but the older man interrupted him at once. "You can deny it as many times as you'd like, but just a reminder, you told me you were her boyfriend when we first met, just because she thought I was attractive."

Harry facepalmed himself when he thought about the words he'd said that day. It was, by far, one of the most embarrassing moments of his life since he moved into this building.

"I appreciate that you haven't told her." He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "She'll get mad at me for sure."

"So are you going to let Y/N know you're in love with her?"

"I don't think this is the right moment to—"

"To what?"

Harry and Ben were both glued to the floor as they heard Y/N's voice. She locked the door on her way out from the flat and gave the two men a questioning look. Harry didn't know is she could tell that he was silently praying she hadn't heard anything before that unfinished sentence of his. He didn't want her to find out this way.

"You said you'd be waiting in the car, and here you are, gossiping with Ben in the hallway." Her complain got him sighing in relief. Looking at Harry, Ben couldn't help but chuckle for he knew exactly what the boy was thinking of right now. But he wasn't gonna interfere with their business, instead he changed the subject, "are you two going out for dinner now?"

"Yes!" Y/N squealed as she put one hand on Harry's shoulder, trying to fight back a massive grin. "And I'm paying for it."

Harry turned to her in surprise, eyes broadened at once. "What?"

"My parents just called. They won this very big contract and are no longer in debt! Harry, I'm not broke anymore!"

"Oh my god! Holy shit! That's great news!" Harry almost jumped off the floor, laughing uncontrollably while Y/N was literally bouncing up and down in excitement. Ben had no idea what was going on, but he loved the positive energy here so he just went ahead and started cheering with them.

"Ben are you coming with us? Dinner's on me," Y/N said while still floating on cloud nine with her great news. However, the neighbor refused, saying that he'd already got plans of his own and wishing them a fun night.

While watching Y/N pull Harry by the arm towards the lift and both laughing so hard they could barely keep their balance, Ben couldn't help but release a soft chuckle.

"Young love," he said, sighing happily.

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