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The Funeral: Part Two

Niall’s heart was hammering inside his chest, begging to get out. His mouth was dry and he had tunnel vision, directed only at the one other person who knew about the divorce…Poppy. A million thoughts raced his mind, tearing at the sight of his ex-wife who was merely looking at the bottom of her whiskey. She hated dark liquor, merely taking a sip at the end of the toast. Her vision didn’t falter from the glasses. As if she had just been caught in the scheme.

It took all of his strength to excuse himself from Alex and cross the room like nothing ever happened. Like his secret hadn’t shown its face. She had broken the contract. He didn't know what the consequences would be if the contract was breached. He had merely known that Poppy would follow it- follow the rules like she had always done. He grabbed Poppy’s arm and pulled her toward the nearest bathroom that sat just under the stairs. The murmurs of his friends roared loudly in his ears. 

It was a small bathroom with little room for anyone taller than Niall and with the two of them sharing such tiny space, the room was more than stifling. Poppy could tell anger was taking over Niall, his face was becoming red and his breathing ragged. Her brow furrowed as she looked up to him in a concerned look.

“Did you tell Alex?” Niall wagged his finger in Poppy’s face, a thin line across his mouth as if he was punishing her something she didn’t do. She merely pushed his finger out of her face before speaking. 

“No!” Poppy’s voice rose on the defensive. “Why would I when you want to-“ Niall cut off Poppy by putting his hand over her mouth. 

“Don’t raise your voice. It must have been Justin.” Niall released Poppy’s lips from his grasp and began to wipe off the residence of lipstick from his palm. Niall runs his fingers through his hair, his fingertips staying at the nape of his neck. He was mentally going through all of the people who knew about the break up. Justin had found out before the contract had been thought of. Justin came into Niall's office, throwing papers and books- a reaction that Niall thought Poppy should have had.

Two Years Ago

“What are you doing?!” Niall exclaimed as Justin threw a book at his friend. Niall barely ducked out of the way before the book came flying across towards his face. Niallwent to stand up, but Justin only threw whatever he could get his hands on. His body, tired and hurting, was full of rage. 

“Are you mental?” Justin asked as he shoved papers off Niall’s desk. “What are you  doing?” Justin’s hands balled into a fist, and before he could think better otherwise, his hand connected with Niall’s face. 

“What the fuck?” Niall jumped out of his chair. Shelby, Niall’s assistant, was on the phone, whispering into the receiver. He knew that she was calling security. They both locked eyes through the glass window before he quickly shook his head.

“Her?” Justin pointed an accusing finger at the brunette with the red lips. Not breaking his stare, Justin only let out a small laugh. “That’s who you’re sleeping with?” 

“I have no idea what you’re talking about, Justin. What is wrong with you?” Niall asked, forcing a confused look on his face. A small smirk formed on his face. 

“Drop the act, asshole. I know you’re cheating on Pop with her. She told me.” Justin let his arm fall before taking another step closer to his best friend. Justin goes to open his mouth, as if he was about to speak, but only closes it, shaking his head. It was a hopeless situation. “She deserves better than this. Than you.” 

“You have no idea what you’re talking about!” Niall shouts at his friend, anger billowing in his body. “You weren’t there.”

“I know enough,” Justin turns around. He was about to leave when Niall spoke. “Do you know where I just came from? Your house. Or what’s left of it. And you know what I found when I got there? Poppy, broken in the corner. She told me everything.” 

“You can’t tell anyone. It’s bad for everyone involved.”

“You're not the least bit sorry, are you?” Justin asked. There was a hint of accusing his best friend for falling short of his marriage. 

“Of course I am,” Niall stated, puffing his chest up. “I feel terrible about it all, but she wouldn’t talk to me.”

“Did you even try?”

“We went to therapy,” Niall confessed. He shook his head at the mere thought of sitting on the brown leather couch ever again.

“Did you try?” Justin asked again. Silence fell between them as Justin only sighed. “Guess that’s that then. You’re letting go of the best woman for someone who-” He looks over to Shelby, shaking his head. Justin turns to leave. Opening the door, he turns his head over his shoulder. 

“I’ve already told Pop, but I’ve got cancer. It’s terminal. Call me when you’ve got your shit straightened out.” Justin left the office and left Niall standing in a state of shock.

“What are you talking about? No one besides Justin knew,” Poppy asked before her eyes went wide from a sudden realization. “Alex did mention to me that Justin did tell her a secret. But that was a long time ago. I just thought it was that he planned on marrying her…not, you know, about us.” 

“Jesus Christ Penelope. And now, I’m about to make a speech at his funeral in front of all our friends. How the hell do you expect me to look Alex in the eyes?” Niall whispers, but his soft voice is harsh and more yelling than whispering.  He searches his ex-wife’s face for anything… any sign or clue as to what they were supposed to do now. He was out of ideas and he was tired of leading. 

“He said he would take it to the grave, Niall. I dunno,” Penelope feels the tears brimming over as Niall blames her once again for their troubles. She wanted to tell him that he could look at Alex the same way he looked at her after he told her that he was seeing another woman, but before she could open her mouth, Niall spoke again.

“Not to be funny, but he had one foot in the grave before he blabbed everything to Alex,” Niall shifts his feet before grasping Poppy’s by her elbows on each side. He was trying to breathe but the world was sitting on his chest and it was getting heavier with each try. 

“Niall?” Poppy cupped her ex-husband’s face, searching for any sign of the man she once loved. His eyes were scattered about her, watching the room slowly swirl around them, but the softness of Poppy’s soothing voice and her gentle touch kept him alert as he felt his head spin. “It’s going to be alright.” 

“I just-“ Niall’s eyes were swimming in tears as his voice cracked. “I don’t want you to get hurt.” It was a confession that Poppy never thought she would hear from him. Her own heart was far too broken, too damaged, for his concern now.

“Too late for that,” Poppy feels her chest cave in as she responds- a deepening breath sucking the air out of the small bathroom. She grasps Niall’s hands and holds them up to her own as the tears fall down Niall’s face. She wanted to tell him that she forgave him, but the words failed her. Everything she wanted to say, every word disappeared before her as Niall cupped her face in his hands- his thumb circling her flushed skin. His forehead rests on hers, their noses gently touching as their heavy breathing fills the room. Niall closes his eyes and drinks in Poppy’s scent- the same perfume he gave her as a birthday present. 

“Poppy, I…” Niall begins to say. If he could only say the words, “I want you. I still love you.” but the words no matter how hard he tried to force himself to say them came out as a ghost of a whisper. How could she still hold him when he failed her so much? Her arms were clinging to him, praying he wouldn’t let go. All he had to do was place his lips on hers, remembering the way Poppy tasted, and he would be home again. 

His bottom lip quivered at the thought of kissing Poppy again, nervous and scared like he was the first time he kissed her. 

Seven Years Ago 

Poppy was sitting across from Niall in the small corner booth of the local college bar as they awaited their food. They had been seeing each other over the last few weeks after Niall found Poppy crying as she sat on the carpet across from her professor’s office. They had gotten on well and they spent much of their spare time together. Poppy had found herself asking if Niall wanted to tag along while she was running errands and Niall always asked Poppy her opinion on everything. They were honest with each other, only wanting the best out of one another, and that is what kept Poppy by Niall’s side- his ability to tell the truth even when it was painful to do. 

Their first date had gone splendid. Niall did everything he was taught by his mother to do. Open up doors for Poppy, compliment her, not just her looks, but by her intelligence and smile. He held eye contact, which was excuracting to do, when all he wanted to was to swim around her brown eyes. Every time she looked at him and held his gaze his stomach turned and twisted into knots. He tried clearing his throat to cover up his voice breaking from nerves, but it was a failed attempt. By the end of the night, Niall had been so nervous, he had forgotten to kiss Poppy goodnight. 

One night, at the end of their date after seeing a B rated horror movie, Niall cupped Poppy’s face turning hers towards his and kissed her gently. Her plump lips were sticky from her lip gloss that she had reapplied, but the way her mouth moved against his, with ferocity, set off fireworks inside both of them. It was worth the wait.

“Niall,” Poppy sighed as she sipped on her condensating drink, “I want you to kiss me.” Niall looked at Poppy, her straw rolled over on her lips as her tongue swirled around it like it was playing a game of cat and mouse. 

“Well, c’mere,” he wiggled his finger in the air, toying with Poppy to lean across the table. Putting her knees in the leather seat, she leaned over the table and began to kiss Niall with fever, as if she was starving for his touch. Her hands intertwined in his brown hair as she pushed her tongue inside Niall’s mouth, the salty taste devouring them. Her fingers trailed down his neck to the open space of the collar of Niall’s shirt as she began to tug on the button, begging it to come open. She moaned in his mouth as Niall gently pushed her off him.

“We’re in public,” Niall, wide eyed and breathless, said as he watched Poppy bite at her bottom lip. Her brown eyes had gone black by the time the waitress had shown up with their food. “We...uh… actually have an emergency,” Niall swallowed as he tried to not look the waitress in her eyes. He felt his pants grow tighter with each passing minute. “Can we get the check and to-go boxes?” The waitress, unamused and unfazed by the lie, left to find the styrofoam boxes. Niall cleared his throat before looking up at Poppy who was sliding a single french fry in and out of her hollow mouth. “Jesus Christ Penelope….” She laughed as Niall squirmed under the pressure of time. “You can’t do that. Now all I can think about is making you mine.”

“Make me yours then,” she whispered as the waitress handed the two patrons the boxes and check before turning away. 

There was a sudden knock on the bathroom door, pulling Niall and Poppy away from each other. The rapid sound pulled them back into reality where Poppy and Niall were no more. Poppy cleared her throat as Niall briskly opened the door to find Amelia wide eyed at the doorway. “Family’s here. We’re all heading out.”

“Thanks,” Niall called out as he grasped Poppy’s hand, leading her to the front door.

“Got everything?” Poppy nodded her head before closing the front door. The immediate family stood beside a long black limousine as everyone gathered around. A young girl no more than seventeen stood in the middle as she quietly wiped the stolen tears away. 

“I want to speak to Sarah,” was all Poppy said to Niall before walking off on the snow covered walkway. Poppy pushed past Justin’s grieving parents to wrap her arms around Sarah, Justin’s youngest and only sister. Sarah, smelling the recognizable scent, pushed her swollen red face into Poppy’s shoulder as she began to cry. Poppy kissed the top of Sarah’s head before strumming her hair. 

“Niall, it’s good to see you,” Justin’s father said, breaking the silence, shaking Niall’s hand. “Heard the business is taking a bit of a bump, but it will swing back in no time.”

“This is no time to talk business, Jerome,” the small boned woman said to her husband, “We’re about to bury your son for Christ’s sake.” Sarah leans her head up to see Poppy’s half smile. 

“They’ve been fighting like this since he died; I can’t take much more of it,” Poppy began to sway her and her companion as Sarah spoke.

“You can come stay with me for a while. Niall will be away for a month or two so you can get away.” Sarah nodded, a small smile forming on her face. “Good, that big house gets lonely and Arlo would love to see you.” Poppy kissed the top of Sarah’s head before Gerald spoke. 

“Thank you all for coming as we lay my- our son to rest. We know that he was very loved by all of you, and you are more like family than you will ever know. Please be careful on the way. The snow is thickening and the roads will be wet. Thank you.” The short but precise speech motioned for everyone to begin to wander to their cars. Poppy gave a quick squeeze to Sarah before letting go. Walking back, Poppy tucked one arm around Niall’s and leaned her head on his shoulder before letting the tears she had been fighting go. 

Niall opened the passenger door of Niall’s coupe for Poppy and as she sat down, Niall’s heart broke for two reasons. One: he was about to say goodbye to his best friend for the final time and Two: watching Poppy and Sarah together made him realize that he could never give Poppy the family she wanted. 

The car ride was silent as the windshield wipers scraped the fallen snow off the glass. Poppy sat in the passenger seat picking at her nails as she tried to stop crying- her grief much too heavy to carry. Niall reached over, squeezing Poppy’s hand in his before pulling it to his lips, placing a gentle kiss on the outside of her hand, causing Poppy to cry harder.

“I’m sorry,” he said, breaking the silence. Poppy wasn’t sure what he was sorry for, but she only nodded her head and pulled out of Niall’s grasp before looking out the window. 

Parking his car in the side parking lot of the church, Niall turned to Poppy to ask a simple, yet complicated question. One that opened an array of answers. 

“Are you okay?” He stretched his hand to catch a fallen tear that fell from Poppy’s eyes. 

“I feel so bad for Sarah. She won’t--” Poppy tried to breathe but it was too hard as the sobs became more apparent. “She doesn’t have a brother anymore. She doesn’t,” Poppy looked at Niall with reddened eyes. “And I don’t have you anymore.” Niall didn’t know what to say to that. She was right… mostly. There would always be some part of Niall that belonged to Poppy, that would be hers, but the man sitting next to her was a stranger in parts. Before Niall could think of anything to say, Poppy opened up the car door and stood in the cold.

Niall climbed out of the car, pulling his jacket on before placing his hand on the crook of Poppy’s back. He found himself in a familiarity again with doing this. It’s not like he led Shelby like this. She was young, and wanted her hand to be held the entire time. Poppy always wanted the constant reassuring touch so that she too could lead when the time was right.

Falling into the ease of things was not something that Niall wanted. He cleared his throat before turning to Penelope. “I don't know why I did what I did, but I want you to know that I’m sorry.” Poppy only blinked away at the falling snow. There were no words for her to say. Niall’s knuckles brushed against her cold skin, before resting on her cheeks, her small gold hops between his thumb and index finger. He had given those earrings to Poppy the night of his first major sale, and when he brought them home to celebrate, her eyes lingered on the gold and not the man.

His apology was something that she desperately wanted, especially in the late night when loneliness crept in and took over her. She didn’t realize what she was doing before it was already done, but her arms wrapped around Niall’s torso and she held him tightly as Niall lowered his head to her shoulder and sobbed. 

It was the overcoming rush of grief that took over Niall. His best friend was gone and he lost his wife by his own actions. Now he was left to face the consequences of his actions. He had to bury both his companion and his marriage in one single evening. He knew that Poppy would never forgive him. Even now that the contract needed to be altered.

Niall’s apology wasn’t exactly given at an ideal time, or the lack thereof, and Poppy still wasn’t sure what he was sorry for. For cheating? For ruining their marriage? Or for not fighting for them? Was he sorry for breaking her heart and leaving her to deal with the repercussions of loving someone?

“We are gathered here today, not to grieve but to celebrate the life of Justin Williams. He lived his life like there was no tomorrow and faced death with a grin, excited for the next adventure.” Niall’s hands were sweating as the priest began his speech. His stomach turned at the thought of him being next to speak where he would lay his heart out on the line in front of everyone, but the one person he was most nervous about sat beside him holding his hand like it had been her’s all along. He wished he could take away Poppy’s pain and sorrow. He wished that he could take away all the pain he caused her for being selfish. He wished he had never cheated on her. 

He hadn’t planned on apologizing, especially going into what they were now facing, but he had said it. It wasn’t a grand apology that Poppy deserved, but it was an apology nonetheless.

“Here today is one of his friends that would like to speak on Justin’s life. Niall?” Niall cleared his throat before running his opened hand through his hair. As he was getting up, Poppy gently squeezed his hand and a soft smile formed on her face. What he wouldn’t give to kiss her right now. Walking up the aisle, he felt every pair of eyes on him and he prayed that he didn’t show his secrets to life. Standing in front of everyone, his eyes found the pair that should belong to him still. Pulling the crumbled paper out of his inner jacket pocket, Niallbegan to read.

“Justin has always been a staple in my life. He was more than a friend- he was my brother. I have a room in his childhood home that still holds a lot of memories. I had a seat at the Williams’ table, especially when food was scarce in my home. He was there when I dealt with my first bully. He was there when my dad left my mom, when we made enough money to move out of Hell’s Kitchen, and he was there the night that Poppy and I lost our baby. We were on the verge of giving up having children when we found out Poppy was pregnant. Justin was all in during the few short months that the baby was around. He said that he wasn’t going to be a normal uncle. He was going to be the best uncle. And he was.” Niall paused as his voice wavered, his eyes clouding up with tears. He cleared his throat and blinked away the grief before continuing on. 

He was there through a lot of sad and dark times, but that means he was also there through the good times as well. When Poppy and I were married, when I became so drunk that I thought the idea of getting a tattoo actually sounded good. No, you can’t see it. Just know it was most definitely a bad idea. Justin was there to help me pick out the engagement ring that Penelope lost in the garbage disposal a week later,” Poppy laughed at the memory of her losing the ring. She hadn’t really, but during the five minutes that she thought she did, she called Justin over to help her retrieve it. “He was there when Amelia was a part of the exchange program in school. Justin had thought at one time Amelia was the prettiest girl in our grade, but quickly realized that she would knock him down a peg or two. After the excruciating show that happened in the lunchroom, she wedged herself into the friend group.”

“But Justin was also there when he wasn’t, and by that I mean, he weasled himself into situations that changed my life. And one of those times, I would like to share with you all so that you can be just as appreciative as I am of my best friend. See, I never would have gone back for my jacket the day I met Penelope if it wasn’t for Justin. I left in a hurry down the elevator that did actually work. There was a sign hanging on them that said it was out of order, but they were in perfect condition.” He looked over at Poppy with a soft smile. Tears began to form in her eyes as she listened. “Justin had texted me to grab the jacket because he needed it for a date. And on this day, it was pouring rain. And sweet little Penelope had been late to turn in her term paper because of the weather.” Poppy knew that Niall was lying. She had told him when they met for drinks afterwards that she had procrastinated until she had completely forgotten it was due. It wasn’t until one of her classmates had texted her to ask her a question about the paper that she remembered and spent half the night writing it, going off sheer hope that the first draft was good enough.  “If Justin had never texted me, I would have never met the love of my life that rainy day. She would still be sitting on the floor completely drenched crying, looking, as she says, a hot mess express. And I thank Justin and God every day for that little miracle because without Justin, I would have never been this happy.” 

Poppy felt a pain in her chest as Niall spoke his story. Every word that he spoke about her was the truth and yet it was a lie. He had become his own paradox full of half truths and complete lies. He was lying to her, to himself, and to the congregation. She wasn’t the love of his life anymore. He had moved on from her in the most seering of ways, but yet the way he still looked upon her held the half truth that Niall, speaking on his dead best friend, swore to love Poppy for the rest of his life. Until death do us part.

He was happy with someone else and no one knew except the two of them and a body that was being lowered into the ground shortly afterwards. He loves her, not Poppy. The villainous woman who wedged herself between the once married couple. It hit her at once, the anger, the hurt, the betrayal. Niall stood in front of everyone, acting perfectly fine with the lie he just told, and not once did he even flinch at his slander. He truly was okay with them being apart.  

“To know Justin was to love him and we all did. However, I am so glad that he is no longer suffering and we no longer have to suffer from his terrible jokes.” As Niall made his way down and into his seat, the once warm feeling from Poppy had turned cold. She moved her hand when he tried to grab hers and she slid down the row when he outstretched his arm to bring her closer. She had already gone through enough heartbreak caused by Niall that she refused to live the lie another second longer.

She turned to her ex-husband and in a breathless whisper she mouthed the words she never thought she would say.

“I hate you.”

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Oh Anna.

4.9k words - LHH!harry x best friend!original character x Niall.

Threesome, oral f & m recieving, p in v. Slight praise, slight dom.

Harry & Niall play a game on who can make Anna come more.

I pushed through the crowd, making my way to the back of the house. I hated parties, truly everything about them was pointless to me. Drunken fake conversations with people I wouldn't even remember tomorrow. I wasn't planning on coming, I was already in my bed when Anna texted me.

Anna:

Please come Haz. I want you here.

That was all it took and I was out of bed in skinny black jeans and a baggy grey tee; hair tied up in a bun. Now I was here, pushing my way through the crowd at Niall's house; all because his girlfriend said she wanted me here.

Yeah, that's right, his girlfriend.

Anna, Niall and I had been best friends for as long as I can remember. Niall and I always fighting for her attention since the moment we met her.

Obviously he won.

Yet, I was never fully convinced that he won every bit of it. She never stopped being flirty with me. Never stopped being touchy. Never stopped staring at me with those damn honey eyes.

I finally spotted my friends at the back of the house, on the normal grey couch we would all always congregate at. I pushed through the final group of people, as Niall turned and faced me.

"H! You came! What the hell?" He said walking over and embracing me. I chuckled and nodded.

"Decided I missed your pale Irish arse," I raised my eyebrows at him, causing him to laugh a big belly laugh.

"What's so funny?" I heard the sweetness of her voice behind us, and I released Niall, turning to face in her direction.

"Nothing, just Niall's face." I shrugged and he shoved me as we both laughed.

Anna giggled, her bottom lip disappearing behind her teeth before pursing out softly, "I mean, sometimes." She moved her honey brown eyes from me to wink at Niall.

"Yet you love me." Niall said, leaning close and kissing her nose, making me look away.

"Sometimes." She responded, glancing over at me. She was wearing a green crop top, high waisted jeans. She moved over to hug me and the smell of Black Opium filled my lungs. It was her signature scent.

"Thanks for coming." She said once Niall turned his attention back to the group. The pink of her lips was almost red today, I loved how the plumpness of the bottom always settled on her chin a bit.

"Only for you. Just remember that." I winked at her as she let me go, a smirk appearing on her face.

"Sooo, I brought us something..." she said addressing the group while still holding my gaze.

"And what would that be?" Tanya said, Anna moving her attention over. She reached into her pocket, pulling out a small baggie with blue pills. Blue pills this group was really familiar with.

Tanya's eyes widened and she snatched the bag waving it around at the group, "Baby Anna always pulling through!" She quickly opened the bag, taking one out and popping it in her mouth like it was candy. She passed the bag around, our group each taking one. The baggie got to me and I grabbed it, handing it back to Anna.

"That's yours, H." She said, just looking at the bag then back at me.

"Not tonight, Anna." I said, and instantly she had those eyes. The soft ones, that narrowed in such a sexy manner.

"Please H. We have so much more fun." She pouted, her hand on my arm, causing me to swallow hard. Niall wrapped his arms around her waist pulling her towards him.

"Yeah, H, come on." He pretended to pout, fluttering his lashes at me causing me to laugh.

"Alright, alright, but you lot are responsible for waking my ass up tomorrow!" I said, emptying out the last pill in my hand before popping it in my mouth. Anna smirked, peeking up at Niall then back at me.

"Deal." She said, biting her lip.

—

Everyone started to feel the drug around the same time. It became an instant love fest. Hugs, kisses and so much touching. This was the normal with us, a giant orgy of a fucking friend group. Truth was everyone had fucked, touched, kissed done just about everything with everyone.

Except Anna and I.

It was the one boundary I never crossed.

But tonight, I wanted to cross it a million times over. I sat on the couch as everyone was up dancing. Tanya had found herself attached to my neck, her legs across mine as she nipped, sucked and kissed at my skin. She was trying to work me up, to get me to return the same lust towards her, but my eyes were fixed on Anna as she danced on Niall.

I watched as she reached her hands up, wrapping around Niall's neck, her perfect ass moving in motions that would drive any man wild, pushing back against him. He had his hands all over her, along her waist line, her hips. I saw him reaching between her legs, applying pressure in ways I knew I could do better. She tossed her head back onto his shoulder, turning her face so she could suck at his neck. I closed my eyes, pretending Tanya was Anna. Pretending she was dancing on me, her ass moving against my cock, it hardening at the idea of being that close to her.

I opened my eyes, looking back over at her and to my surprise she was already looking at me. Her eyes were skimming over the situation that was Tanya, her lips pursing. She shook her head, using it to call me over. I wasn't sure at first, until she mouthed the word.

"Come here." Her lips curled and I didn't hesitate.

"'Scuse me." I said pushing Tanya gently off of me.

"Harry, what the fuck!" I heard her say, but it didn't matter because I was moving straight to where I was being called.

I moved to stand in front of Anna, licking my lower lip, "You called."

She giggled and nodded, peeking up at Niall, "Baby, can I dance with Harry?"

Niall opened his eyes, as if coming to for the first time in a while, clearly on more than just the molly, "Yeah, that's fine." He said kissing her neck, "Just for a little." He started to let her go and she quickly grabbed his arm, turning around to face him.

"No, I want to dance with both of you." She said slyly, her hand moving up his arm. He looked down at her hand, then back to her face. I couldn't help but raise an eyebrow, feeling overwhelmed by everything going on. I wanted to touch her already, and I didn't want to wait for his response.

I moved forward, wrapping my arm around Anna's waist, pressing my cock into her ass. I was already hard and I wanted her to know it. I felt a pang of energy flow through me as she rolled her hips softly back, grinding on me. I felt my eyes want to close, but I had to do something first. I had to make Niall think this was his idea.

"She thinks she can handle us both mate, ain't that a funny thought." I said, smirking over at him. He narrowed his eyes a bit at me, taking in the situation then shaking his head.

"We ain't doing this mate. Not with her." He said, running his hands through his hair, watching my hands move over her stomach.

"Doing what?" Anna said, a slight innocence that didn't suit her layering her voice.

I took a chance, the risk of Niall decking me was something I could take. I turned my face into her neck, running the tip of my nose along the length of it. I heard her inhale sharply, pressing my lips against her neck. I didn't kiss her, I just spoke against it.

"Niall and I, we used to have a certain thing we liked to do. It was a game almost." I said, pressing a soft kiss against her neck.

I heard her hum softly, a slight laugh escaping her lips, "Mm, a game? What was the game baby?" She said, pulling him closer to her. Niall's eyes searched Anna's face before his eyes shifted to me.

"Haz..." he said, his face so serious.

"He's scared I'll win if we dare to play again." I smirked, and he cocked his head to the side.

"You forget I have the upper hand here Styles." He said, challenging me, so I knew my taunting was working.

"And yet, I'd still win." I said, raising and lowering both my eyebrows, my lips moving back to Anna's neck causing her head to fall back slightly.

That's when it happened, the switch in Niall's head, "We used to see who could make a girl come more. That's the game."

Anna's head went straight, her face turning to me and then to Niall, "But then couldn't one of you just lie?"

"Oh no, Anna," I said, my hand wrapping around her neck, my thumb and pointer finger applying the softest pressure. I moved my lips to her ear, "We did it at the same time, taking turns. Whatever worked."

"Oh..." she swallowed, her face turned to me, and I loosened my grip on her neck a bit, then back to Niall. She licked her pink lips, "I wanna play." She said softly.

Niall took a deep breath, swallowing hard before he glared up at me, "Fine. Once everyone leaves, until then, keep your hands off her." He pulled her out of my arms and I chuckled, quickly reaching down and adjusting myself. I threw my hands up in defense and nodded.

"Hands off. 'Til later anyways." I smirked.

—

Everyone had slowly left the party, I sat on the couch, sipping on a whiskey. I laid my head back on the couch, closing my eyes, the molly was making me jittery at this point, but I didn't know what to do with all the extra energy.

As I sat, I felt someone climb on me, a leg on either side of me. My freehand moved to feel a bare leg, making me question who it was; but it was the damn Black Opium that let me know it was Anna. I smirked, keeping my head back and eyes closed.

"Is it game time already?" I teased and she giggled. I was surprised to feel her lips on my neck, my senses flying out the window the moment it happened. She kissed up to my ear, biting it softly.

"Niall's just locking up. I told him I was going to get started." She said, before pressing her lips on my earlobe.

Fucking hell.

I opened my eyes, sitting up and she pushed back so we could lock eyes, "Be an angel and place this down for me." I said, before quickly downing my whiskey and handing her the glass. I held onto her waist as she bent back placing the glass on the floor. She was in just her crop top and lace burgundy thong. I helped her sit back straight on me, but I pulled her closer to me, so our faces were inches from each other.

"I'm going to win," I whispered, "And you're going to regret not picking me."

Anna's POV

I searched his eyes and swallowed hard. There was a darkness that filled his eyes, just as his hand cupped my face pulling me in and kissing me deeply. His tongue quickly finding mine. For a moment I didn't know what to do with my hands, still completely stunned by his initial comment. Before I even had a chance to think about it, I felt someone pull me off of him; flipping me around. My back was pressed into Harry, both of us falling back against the couch. Niall leaned down, biting at my lower lip, before kissing me deeply. He broke the kiss, looking over my shoulder at Harry, "I'll start."

He winked, standing up straight and slipping off his shirt; before lowering himself back down. He slipped his arms under the bend of my knees, slipping me down Harry's body so that my ass was hanging between the open space of Harry's legs. He dropped down to his knees, his lips moving up right thigh, placing kisses up it. His tongue moved up my thigh, skimming along the front line of my thong; tracing the bend of my upper thigh and hip. It drove chills through me, his lips moving to my center, his tongue lapping on my clit over the thin material of my thong.

My head fell back, remembering I was laying on Harry. I peeked up at him and he smirked, his hands soon on my body. His hands were so big, strong as they touched me, moving over my tits. He palmed at them over my crop top, my nipples hardening and I wanted nothing more than for him to slip it off me. Meanwhile, Niall's hands were on my hips, pulling my thong down and off my body. He bit at my legs as he made his way back to my middle, his tongue soon met my folds, moving my wetness along every part of my center.

"Mmm," I hummed, my hands reaching down into Niall's hair and as if I was giving him too much attention; Harry's hands pushed down my top, one hand on each of my tits, his fingers teasing at my nipples.

His lips were on my cheek, placing kisses on it as his hands moved on me. His lips moving down to my ear, whispering softly, "You feel good, Anna?" I felt myself nod, as Niall's tongue rolled on my clit, he sucked at it, causing my eyes to roll back, "You like when he eats you out like that angel? His tongue taking in your sweetness."

His words made me push Niall's head down further on me, his tongue moving down my slit, creating a figure eight motion along my opening, up to my clit. Each time he reached my clit he would suck on it softly, building an anticipation in me for every time it would come. Niall knew it drove me insane and he was using it to his advantage.

"Oh god, yes." I moaned out, and Harry pulled at my already hard nipples, causing me to yelp from the mixture of pain and pleasure I was feeling. He slapped my tits, palming at them to soothing the pain, and I heard myself whimper at the sensation. He did it, again and again, Niall adjusting himself to slip two fingers inside of me, instantly curling in me and meeting my sweet spot.

"Oh, fuck, Ni—that feels so...oh god." I moaned, my hips beginning to buck towards him, his fingers curving in me, his tongue on my clit. I felt every bit of me tremble at the feeling of being touched like I was, Niall's gentle roughness, mixed with Harry's aggressive nature was driving me to my edge.

"That's it angel, does he feel good? Do you feel good being eat out like that by him, hmm?" His hand moved up to my neck, choking me as his other hand kept rolling my nipples in his fingers. Niall moved his face, his thumb replacing his tongue on my clit, his fingers still moving inside me, quickly along my g spot, in and out.

"Look at me, petal." He cooed at me, and I bit my lip, struggling to move my eyes to him, "Come for me love." He encouraged me as my eyes found his. His thumb moving quick circles over my clit. My mess was clear on his chin and when he licked his lips, my back arched.

"Oh ... fu .. Niall." I moaned his name, my head falling back. Harry turned my face to his, kissing me deeply, his tongue running past mine. I moaned into our kiss, feeling the knot in my stomach the quicker Niall moved his thumb and his fingers. I broke the kiss, rest my forehead against Harry's cheek, whimpers escaping me.

"Come Anna, come so I can finally show you what you've been missing." Harry whispered and that was enough to take me there. The thought alone of finally have Harry touch me in this way carried me straight to my high. I felt myself clench around Niall's fingers, my mess spilling all over him.

"Oh god, yes. Mmm..." I said, feeling my body go limp. I didn't have a moment to breath, soon Harry was pulling me up, and laying me on the couch, leaving space between my head and the arm rest. I watched as he hovered over me, I took him in, his muscles, his tattoos. He was beautiful and I couldn't deny it. He unbuttoned his pants, his hard length clearly being suffocated by his tight pants. I pushed up, trying to help him, to offer relief and he quickly pushed me down.

"He's going to need you more than me." He said, pointing with his eyes in Niall's direction. I turned to face him, he was down to just his briefs, his hard length filling them up. He walked over and kneeled down, kissing me. I reached up and pulled his face closer to mine, thanking him for my high. He groaned against my lips, and I reach down, my hand palming over his length.

In that moment Harry placed three fingers on my clit, his motions were painstakingly slow on me, but due to my sensitivity from my previous high, it felt like he was moving quickly. I broke my kiss from Niall. Looking over at Harry, I felt a whine escape me, my hips pushing forward against his fingers and he used his free hand to push me down.

"Patience, angel. I know your sensitive right now. I know this still feels so good, don't it?" He teased and I felt my eyes roll back slightly.

"Harry please, oh god..." I begged but his fingers kept moving slowly on me.

"Come here." I heard Niall say, turning my face towards him, he squeezed my cheeks softly, slipping his thumb into my mouth, "Lend me your mouth, petal?" He said as he pulled out his cock from his briefs, precum already on his pink tip. I nodded in his hold, hungry for him, feeling so many sensations all over my body being touched by both of them. He pushed his cock in my mouth, not allowing anytime to adjust, shoving his length to the back of my throat. I swallowed against his length causing him to groan.

"Fuck Anna, your mouth." He said, pulling out only to thrust back in, over and over. My saliva was all over his cock, dribbling down my chin as he moved. His groans mixed with my name and Harry's slow movement on my clit made the knots in my stomach start to form.

"You look so pretty with his cock in your mouth, Angel." Harry said, his finger still moving in slow circles on my clit, my moan vibrating against Niall's cock as he pushed it deep in my throat.

"An — fuck baby." He pulled out, ramming back into my mouth, holding my head tight so I couldn't pull away. I felt my legs start to tremble, Harry's teasing movements on my clit starting to become so overbearing I knew I was going to come again. I pushed against Niall, needing to gasp for air. He pulled out, a string of my saliva clinging onto his cock. I turned to look at Harry, his cock was in his hand, pumping up and down his length as his fingers moved on me.

"Har — Uh, Harry I'm going to come, please don't stop." I said, my head falling back as I felt my release happen. As I began coming, he began moving his fingers faster on me, moving quickly from side to side on my clit. I screamed out in pleasure, "Harry, please." I moved my hand down to grab his but Niall quickly stopped it, wrapping his hand around my wrist. He brought it over my head, grabbing the other and doing the same. He had placed his foot up on the couch behind my head. He leaned down and kissed me, his tongue finding mine as Harry's fingers kept moving quickly on my clit.

"We can't play the game if you interrupt, baby." He said against our kiss, my moans causing me to turn my head away. Niall pushed up, letting go of my hands and moving to palm at my breasts, pinching my nipples as he did. I couldn't find the end of my current high and the start of the new one Harry was causing.

"Oh, oh god...fuck that feels so good." I moaned, my back arching, my hands reaching up to grab Niall's cock in them, I moved them along his length, my palm running over his tip. I moved another to palm at his balls.

"Fucking hell Anna. Fuck." He groaned, pinching my nipples hard and tugging them up. I licked my lips, feeling my releasing coming again, Harry fingers moving quicker.

"Come for me angel, come for me" Harry said, Niall's groans lacing with my moans created the most beautiful sound in the living space we were in, "God, yours so fucking wet Anna, come all over me baby, make more of mess on me, come on be a good girl my sweet angel."

"Oh—fuck, fuck, fuck." I yelled out, my legs trying to squeeze shut as he made me come again, an orgasm like I had never felt before shot through my body. I didn't have a moment ride it out, to come down from it, because soon Niall was sitting me up.

He sat on the arm rest of the couch, pulling me up so that my legs were between his. He held my body up, so I was hovering over him. I felt him wasting no time, rubbing the tip of his cock against my opening. The thing about Niall was, his cock was not only big in length, but in girth as well. He began pushing himself in me, lowering me onto himself. I moaned out in pleasure, my hands gripping onto his thighs. I was so wet, I had no problem adjusting around him. He moved me up and down his cock, my hips rolling on him each time he lowered me down.

"Niall, you feel so good." I moaned, tossing my head back onto his shoulder, I turned my head, kissing at his neck, biting it causing him to groan. I could see Harry out of the corner of my eye moving towards us on the couch. He stopped right in front of us on his knees.

I watched as he lowered his head down, his tongue finding my clit, rolling circles on it as I rolled my hips on Niall's cock. In doing so I kept pushing against his tongue, my head pushing back further on Niall's shoulders, my moans escaping me as my hand reached down and tangled itself in Harry's hair. His bun had become loose and messy, and I wanted it completely out. I pulled his mouth off me, pulling him up so we could lock eyes, Niall beginning to thrust fast into me as I kept rolling my hips.

"Fu—Fuck, oh god yes Niall...fuck." I said, all while holding eye contact with Harry. He narrowed his eyes at me, reaching between my legs, moving his fingers roughly against my clit, causing screams to escape me.

"I thought it was a game?" I said, forcing the words out of me.

"Fuck the game," he said, moving his fingers on me faster, he moved his body closer to mine, kissing me deeply, his tongue messily moving on mine. I felt Niall yank my head back by the hair, moving my lips to his but this didn't stop Harry. He moved it kiss me as well, all of our lips moving against each others, Niall's cock thrusting deeper inside me, Harry's fingers slowing down against my clit only to speed up, rolling along it, moving side to side.

"Oh, god, fu—uck...please..." my moans were interrupted by Harry taking control and kissing me deeply, his tongue running along mine, as his fingers kept moving on me. I could feel ever single one of my muscles tense up. I was so close to my high. I gripped onto Niall's thighs so I could bounce on him. Moving up and down his length, squeezing against him as I did, causing him to groan.

"Fuck Anna, fuck baby." He said, thrusting up as I moved my body down, hitting right against my sweet spot, pushing me over the edge. I felt every muscle release, I felt my release all over him. I broke from my kiss with Harry, my head tossing back as I moaned out in pleasure. Harry's mouth moving to my tits, sucking them as I rode out my high on Niall's cock.

"Come 'ere." I heard Harry say, my head falling back straight as he pulled me off Niall. He quickly flipped me so I was laying on the couch, bringing my left leg over his shoulder. He held his cock in his hand, rubbing against my opening, his thumb on clit. He began to slip inside me, his eyebrows furrowing as he hissed.

"God damn it, Anna...uh.." he groaned as he slipped inside me, my hands gripping at his biceps as he did. I took him in, in a way I hadn't ever before. His bare skin, his tattoos, they way his muscles flexed as he pushed in and out of me. He was so god like it felt unfair. As he pushed further in me, he pushed my leg toward my body, my thigh pushing against my torso. He was slipping in so deep, I felt like I couldn't handle all of him.

"Fuck, Harry...don't stop." I moaned, my eyes locked on his as I felt him pick up his pace. I for a moment forgot Niall was there until he appeared over me.

"I hate how much you're enjoying this petal." He said, reaching down and choking me, "I hate his bloody name coming out of your mouth like that." He said, Harry snickering, moving quicker in me, his strokes felt long and hard. I knew he was getting off on making Niall jealous and it was turning me on more.

"But he feels so fucking good." I choked out, knowing I was only adding fuel to the fire. I let my eyes roll back, moans escaping me as Harry kissed along my calf as he fucked me.

Niall slid his hand up to my jaw, turning my face toward his, "Open that pretty mouth petal, let me see your tongue."

I did as he asked, my tongue sticking out for him as he spit on it, before shoving his length in my mouth. My tongue immediately smooth along him, gagging as he pushed himself deeper in me. He was holding my face, his hand under my chin, groan escaping him.

Both of them, were fucking me relentlessly, Niall giving me small breaks to catch my breath before is cock filled my mouth again. Harry's thumb teasing my clit, slow and fast circles on me. He would add more of his body weight on my leg, pushing it closer to my body allowing him deeper in me.

I moaned, gagging every time I did, I was going to come again, I couldn't fight it. I knew they both were close to. Harry's movements becoming sloppy, his moans more consistent. Niall was gripping at his balls as he kept fucking my mouth, muttering my name like he did just before he came.

We were all going to come undone together, the thought making me push my hips up to meet Harry's. Niall's hand moving over my tits, pinching hard at my nipples.

And then everything went still. Quiet. Both of them groaning, exhaling that breath they had take as they came, their release filling me one way or another. Niall pulled out of my mouth, his thumb pressing on my lower lip, as I squeezed against Harry, keeping him inside me. He whimpered at the feeling, gripping onto my hips.

"Swallow like a good girl." Niall said, and I nodded, closing my lips against his thumb, and swallowing his come. I licked my lips and he bent down, kissing me deeply as Harry pulled out of me slowly, both of us groaning at the sensation. I felt him place a small kiss on my clit, then my thighs, before removing himself from me. He pushed off the couch, walking around so he was behind my head, leaning down, and shoving Niall's face from mine. He kissed me deeply and soon Niall and him were fighting for my lips.

I chuckled, turning so neither of them could kiss me. I turned back and looked at both of them, a small smirk on my face. "I'll gladly play this game again."

"Right now?" Harry teased.

"You two couldn't keep up." I winked, both of them looking at each other then back at me.

"Try us." Niall smirked, before kissing me again.

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[1dcommunityficrecs]

University AUs!

It's the very first crowdsourced fic rec! We have 23 amazing fics listed here, about the trials and tribulations, the adventures and anarchy, the good decisions and bad decisions and downright terrible decisions that come with post-secondary education. We might have graduated high school, but we still dumb as SHIT.

Please enjoy, share, leave a kudos or a comment -- and get your reccing fingers ready for the next theme!

From Eight Until Late, I Think About You by supernope (35227, Explicit, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson)

Harry is juggling an English degree at the University of Brighton, a budding YouTube channel, and an intense crush on a fellow YouTuber.

Reccer says: It's so cute watching their feelings and their friendship grow, from flirting in the YouTube comments to texting to finally meeting up in person (oh my god they were (hotel) roommates)

you can hear it in the silence by imogenlee (234857, Explicit, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson)

When Harry Styles was accepted into a post-grad degree, he knew he could no longer afford his flat, leaving him with three options: 1) Move back into student halls. 2) Become homeless. 3) Move in with his best (and only) friend, Niall, and three of Niall's other mates. He went with the third option. But it was a close race. Or, two boys couldn't misunderstand each other more, but they want to.

Reccer says: The aaaaangst. The way they can't stop wanting each other despite the misunderstandings.

if it looks like, feels like, tastes like love by tempolarriefics (16600, Teen, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson) - fic post

harry and louis hate each other but pretend to date to be able to live in university ‘family housing’, zayn and liam are their nosy next door neighbors, and niall is the friend who made it all happen

Reccer says: this fic is such a cute read and the author included a lot of fun details that also have you cracking up throughout!

High heels on, 'm feeling alive by thebreadvan (14596, Mature, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson) - fic post

Harry damages a car when drunkenly stumbling home after a fun night out with his friends. Feeling horribly guilty, he tries to find the owner and make it up to him.

Reccer says: Harry wearing heels <3

Unbelievers by Isthatyoularry (136814, Explicit, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson)

Harry and Louis have always hated each other. Or not…

Reccer says: Sport AU, enemies to lovers, College AU

Speaking of marvels by Navigator, quitter (100585, Explicit, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson)

Harry is at university in California. On vacation with his parents in New Jersey, he meets Louis. Their story is only supposed to last through summer

Reccer says: This fic is in my opinion unfairly forgotten these days even though it is a Fandom Classic, just wonderful

Don’t have to go to the pool by Kingsoftheimpossible (40857, Explicit, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson)

Louis is the captain of the swim team, Harry is in love with him a bit, and there's this ritual before Big Meets. Everything goes fine.

Reccer says: A simple an effective plot, a joy to read

Search and rescue me by Wildhalos (17423, Mature, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson)

Louis never really paid attention to Harry until they get stuck in the locker room together.

Reccer says: The two characters who find themselves stuck in locker rooms, with all the sexual tension that goes with it. Perfect, right?

Your best line ever by Green_feelings (55116, Mature, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson)

University AU, in which Harry has a terrible job and lies about his name to drunk people, Louis is one of the drunk and has to move out of his flat, Liam shaves his hair because he fights with Zayn, Zayn protects Liam from creepy stalkers and Niall always has a solution, because he knows just about every person relevant!

Reccer says: Already, if Green_feelings writes something, we can already be sure that it will be good. This is even more true with a Uni AU

If walls could talk by Wickedarcher_08 (10028, Explicit, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson)

Harry is in love with his straight best friend. He thinks he doesn't have a chance, until Louis presents him with a challenge he can't refuse.

Reccer says: A short story with a simple, effective plot

My worst Nightmare by BooBear411 (191000, Explicit, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson, Niall Horan /Zayn Malik, Harry Styles/OFC)

they’re two students who struggle with what they feel. Harry is bisexual and has a girlfriend in the first part of the fic. They live in the same dorm and basically grow in love slowly, but steadily

Reccer says: Well written, the characters develop very coherently with the plot

Fading by tothemoonmydear (202000, Explicit, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson) Warnings: Eating disorder

Harry is a science student, Louis studies fashion and ask Harry to model for him. They get closer and develop a solid crush for each other. Harry gets it that Louis is hiding something and he can feel Louis is not completely open about himself. He will love him unconditionally.

Reccer says: Louis’ eating disorder is depicted in a very thoughtful way

The school of extraordinary lovers by Stylinsoncity (191000, Mature, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson) Warnings: Minor violence, domestic violence, past character death

Harry is a third-year witch and violinist at magical academy, with dreams of taking on the world, and hopefully breaking the centuries-old curse on his family while he's at it. he does not dream of facing off against his childhood rival and duet partner, but louis is back in town after six years abroad, so that's exactly what happens

Reccer says: Original plot, writing styles

Blue Moon by aquietlarrie (152907, Explicit, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson) - fic post Warnings: Slight mention of death and grief

1950s au - gentle & beautiful coming of age.

Reccer says: So beautifully written, character development, feels like you grow with the characters

Reeling Through The Fall by Zarah5 (40068, Explicit, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson)

AU. They hate each other. Except for when they don’t.

Reccer says: Zarah5 is always perfect

Anonymous Said by alivingfire (21158, Teen, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson)

Harry has a crush on the sweet boy who he sends anons on Tumblr. He also has a crush on the cute boy in the bookstore. Fortunately, they're both the same boy and they both like him too.

Reccer says: Watching Louis and Harry fall in love with each other TWICE in the same fic? my crops are watered my skin is clear my cows are fed 18/10 no notes

The First Year by parmahamlarrie (46972, Explicit, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson) - fic post

Harry and Louis are roommates, sunshine and punk AU.

Reccer says: The way they get together through it all, and the fluff that comes after *chef's kiss*

knock knock, I love you by beautlouis (86066, Explicit, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson)

Harry and Louis get kicked out of a statistics exam for passing a knock knock joke note, and subsequently fall in love. Harry's a virgin, there's a cat, a hot cocoa date, a lot of sex, even more knock knock jokes, and everything is lovely and happy.

Reccer says: It's wonderfully cheesy and fun! The perfect fluff! Just adorable, fluffy fic and a real serotonin boost

painted on jeans by QuickedWeen (6822, Explicit, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson)

Girl Direction sorority au, friends to lovers, perfect mix of fun and hot!

Reccer says:

like fires in the night by coldflasher (138520, Mature, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson) Warnings: Drug and alcohol use

Louis' got a secret stash of weed under the floorboards, his grades are going to shit and his mates keep getting pissed. There are secret passageways in the wardrobes and he can't stop thinking about the mysterious Harry.

Reccer says: a brilliant blend of absolute hilarity, angst and a whole lot of Very Bad Decisions.

Red Brick Heart by hazmesentir (98194, Explicit, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson)

Harry had turned up at the halls of residence expecting fun, new friends, and maybe a life experience or two. What he doesn't expect is a surprise roommate who's loud and dramatic and obsessed with tea and is maybe, actually, all he's ever wanted.

Reccer says: It has been a long time, but I remember loving this story quite a lot. Well written.

Soft Hands, Fast Feet, Can't Lose by dolce_piccante (112853, Mature, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson) Warnings: Homophobia, sharing of nude photos without consent, bullying

American Uni AU. Louis hates football players and Harry. Harry doesn't know why. Through a bet Harry and Louis get closer, but the bet might be what breaks them apart too

Reccer says: I liked Harry and Louis dynamic

Shake Me Down by AGreatPerhaps12 (208589, Not Rated, Louis Tomlinson/Harry Styles, Liam Payne/Zayn Malik, Niall Horan/Josh Devine) Warnings: Religious trauma, conversation therapy, homophobia/internalised homophobia, OCD and self harm

Harry's new to college, fresh out of Catholic school and conversion therapy camp, and Louis runs the campus LGBTQIA organization.

Reccer says: The dynamic between the characters, Harry's character in general and also the random famous people in the story

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[jordeclans]

the dreamer trilogy smau part 9/?

part 8

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[adoringhrry]

“She’s mine!”

“Tell me why,” Harry exclaimed from the bathroom, his voice drifting into the paired bedroom. “we always hang at my room?”

Y/n looked towards the door, abandoning the page of her book she was reading. “Because your bed is comfortable! And smells like you.” She mumbled the last part, but knew he could hear it.

She knew because of the giggle that erupted from the other room.

Harry spit out his toothpaste and walked out to greet his partner. He looked over to their white duvet, where she was snuggled under in his t-shirt. Although she didn’t think the same, Harry believed that his things was as much hers as it was his.

“We’ll don’t you smell good now!” She smiled, brushing her brunette hair out of her face.

“Do you not like my after-show smell?” He smiled, walking towards her.

“Sweaty teenage boy? Pass, respectfully.”

Harry flopped onto the bed which a humph, flickering his eyes to meet hers. “I think that smell makes me feel quite manly.” He shrugged his shoulders and moved to his hands and knees. “The shower washes that away.”

Y/n giggled at him, opening her arms to welcome any cuddles he wanted. “I think the soap smell mixed with your cologne is pretty sexy.”

Harry’s eyebrows rose, and a shit-eating grin enveloped his features. “Really? On a scale of sexy, what are we talking? Like Johny Depp sexy or Brad Pitt sexy?” He asked, crawling over her.

A laugh bellowed from her throat, arms hooking around his neck. He was such a goof, it amazed her. “Ryan Reynolds sexy.”

Harry’s jaw dropped, eyes going large like he saw the lord himself. “Really? Are you joshing me?” He waited for a response and when he didn’t get he attacked her with kisses. “I can’t believe you called me a god!”

“Don’t let that go to your head though, boy.” She said, playfully slapping his cheek. She craned her neck to kiss him, relishing in his presence.

“Yes, my queen.” He smiled.

“Oh my god!” She shouted, pointing behind Harry’s head.

“What?” He squeaked, head whipping over his shoulder. “The cat?” He asked.

Harry’s cat, Midnight, wasn’t seen very often. He was a cat who hated being interrupted in his own element. The night the band had filmed the video for Midnight Memories, they wandered into the pet store on their break.

Niall bought the first cat he saw, which was a little kitten who was all black except for a patch of white fur in the shape of a heart on his head. He bought the kitten and decided it was the perfect gift for Harry’s birthday.

Harry has brought that cat everywhere.

“Fur baby!” She beamed, pushing Harry away from her.

Face down into the comforter, Harry grumbled out a response of how much he wanted her to stay in bed.

“Midnight stealing my woman. She’s mine goddamnit!”

“Midnight is gonna be my lap cat, watch!” She swore, running over towards the ‘Kitty baby’.

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[loversipod]

Perfect Storm

Summary: Niall is a single dad who, when the train is late, accidentally meets y/n who falls asleep on his shoulder. You always meet twice in life, this time it was pure luck.

Pairing: single dad!niall x reader

Wordcount: 843

Trigger warnings: none

A/N: I’m sorry that I disappeared for so long with my writing. Just a lot is going on and work is so stressful. I would appreciate it when you share it :) I’ll try my best to get more out soon.

The spring night is cold, with a gentle breeze and a small rainstorm. The night sky was often clear and you could see the stars shining, but not today. It was a beautiful spring day. Parents were in the park with their children, he wished he could do it too. Their parents watched their children and they looked so happy, some of them were walking with their dogs.

The train was stuffed full of people with barely enough space to move properly through the crowd. His phone died so he watched the people around him. He was glad he had a seat. He is claustrophobic and passes out when he doesn’t have enough space.

He was torn from his thoughts, by a woman who tapped his shoulder. One seat was free next to him, only his backpack was in the way. “Is this seat free?” The first thing he noticed was her red cheeks and nose. It must be cold outside. The brown scarf hides a lot of her neck and chin. Her hair was beautiful, the colour was perfect and her skin looked flawless. Her voice is sweet and quiet, she talked gently.

It was embarrassing he just stared at her, he still hadn't answered her. He moved his backpack and nodded. “Do you have a charger?” He asked shyly with a soft voice. He doesn’t want to scare her. It’s weird to ask a stranger you just met. She searched her backpack and gave it to him, “thank you.”

Ten minutes passed and the storm got stronger. A lot of people left the train when they reached the city. Now some get inside their home and some leave the train to meet up with friends.

The raindrops started a race, the drops run the glass faster down and more joined their competition.

His ocean-blue eyes wander around, the strangers were interesting enough to observe. Especially the woman next to him. She had a hard time staying awake. He couldn’t watch her the whole time.

What would she think of him?

He fixed his eyes on his phone. He saw that he missed four calls, so he called immediately. Something must be wrong, at home. When someone picked up he heard the sweetest voice talking to him. She always sounds like honey, “I’m sorry sugar the train is delayed. I know I promised—” he stopped talking.

Her soft hair tickles a bit on his smooth skin. His gaze fixed on her. She fell asleep on his shoulder. The small voice said, “be safe,” he forgot he talked to her.

“I will be,” he said.

The brown-haired man started to watch the woman. Her breathing is calm and small puffs of air leave her mouth. She even snores quietly. What if she got a cold, after standing outside so long, on a cold evening?

“Excuse me,” he touched her arm gently.

She opens her eyes and you can see the shock in them. Her pupils are blown big out of fear, probably. She raised her head. “I’m sorry— I—” she started to talk but he immediately stopped her.

He flashed her a gentle smile, “it’s okay, I need to go, my station, it's next.” The beautiful woman stood up and was embarrassed.

“Have a good night,” she told him.

“Thank you, you too.”

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The next couple of days he always wondered what if he asked her for her phone number. What was her name? Maybe he got a little crush, but that was over, after four days. He doesn’t have time for dating. He had his hands full with his job and his daughter needs a lot of attention too.

He heard the doorbell and saw behind the door the woman from the train. “Hello,” she whispers embarrassedly.

He couldn’t believe his eyes.

He opens the door wider, “please come in.” He took a deep breath, “so you must be my new babysitter?” He was surprised to see her again. You only get your chance once. If you don’t ask, you never know what would happen, what could have become of it? And sometimes you get a second chance and it stands on your threshold.

“I’m y/n, sir,” today her hair was curly and her cheeks were again red but this time not from the cold. This time it was out of embarrassment. She couldn’t stop playing with her rings.

His pink lips left a chuckle, “I think we can both agree that sir is not the right thing to call me after you slept on my shoulder,” she looked into his face. He teased her about it, “please call me Niall,” he had a big smile on his lips.

After the interview, he decided it was y/n new job to take care of his little one. He liked her the most and she’s the youngest that applied for this job so he knew she isn’t strict with his daughter. He wants her to like y/n, and see her as a friend.

Who knows how their story will continue?

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[butdaddyilovehim-hs]

Stars Around My Scars: Part I

Summary: Y/N and Harry meet by chance on the street and Harry just so happens to be Y/N's longtime crush. Sparks fly between the two but there's just one problem... Harry has a girlfriend. Featuring our favourite 1D boys and soft Harry <3

Word Count: >1k (super short to set up the story) Warnings: none

Based off this ask

"Liam you forgot the candles!” 

“They weren’t on the list Y/N.”

“But it’s a PARTY, of course we need candles?!”  Y/N rolls her eyes at her roommate who sits unbothered on the couch, stuck in the latest round of whatever new game he had bought.

 “They. Weren’t. On. The. List.”

 “Ok. Fine.” Y/N sucks in a deep breath before grabbing her keys. “I’ll go get them. You’re lucky we still have time before the party tomorrow.” 

Liam groans in response and Y/N rolls her eyes again before heading to the store. Party planning is not for the weak. She isn’t quite sure why she’s taken on such a large responsibility especially because it’s Niall’s 30th so she can’t mess it up. But he’s one of her best friends so obviously she had to throw him a party. And then her idea of a small gathering spiralled out of control and now it’s a surprise party with over 100 guests. It’s not like Liam and Louis have been much help because well… Liam would rather be doing anything else than helping her plan the decor and Louis can’t keep a secret to save his life so he doesn’t even know about the party. Y/N has over a million things to prepare before tomorrow and getting these candles was definitely not on her to do list for the day. 

She rushes out of her car and into the party store, grabbing the first packet she sees, pays for them and rushes back out to her car. However in her rush, (and due to the fact that she was looking at her phone) she slams into someone. Hard. Said someone grunts softly at the impact before reaching out a hand to steady her.

“Oh my goodness, I am so sorry I wasn’t looking where I was going, I didn’t mean to- holy shit.” 

“No worries love. You alright?” The man in front of her smiles, making sure she’s regained her footing before gently letting go of her. 

“Oh I’m fine… it’s just. Well. You’re Harry Styles.” Y/N can hardly believe her eyes. Her first thought is that his eyes are even greener in person. Her second thought is that he’s even more attractive in person and that’s saying something because he was pretty damn good looking in his pictures. And in the posters Y/N used to have (still has) on her wall. 

“That would be me. You look really familiar love. Have we met?” His voice is low and slightly raspy and it sends a flurry of butterflies to Y/N’s core. 

“Um well no. But I’m Liam’s roommate so maybe you might have seen a picture of me on his instagram or something? It’s really lovely to meet you. You’re… taller than I imagined.” Y/N wants to die. It’s like she’s forgotten how words work all of a sudden because her childhood crush is standing right in front of her and he’s smiling at her like that and Y/N doesn’t really remember how to breathe either. 

“You’ve imagined?” He sends a smirk her way and Y/N’s knees almost give out. 

“I didn’t mean it like that.” She blushes and Harry chuckles at how flustered she is. 

“Well anyway, it’s nice to properly meet you… I’m so sorry love, I don’t remember your name.” He winces as if it’s something he should have committed to memory. 

“Oh. It’s Y/N.” 

“Y/N! That’s right. Pretty name.” He tests it on his tongue and she shivers slightly. Y/N decides she only wants Harry to say her name from now on. It certainly sounds pretty coming off his lips. 

“The boys mentioned you were living in LA? What brings you to London? Just visiting or…?” 

“I’ve moved back actually. I bought a new place and my uh girlfriend and I just moved in a few days ago.” He runs a hand through his hair and Y/N can’t place the slightly sheepish expression on his face. Girlfriend. Of course he has a girlfriend. He’s Harry fucking Styles. She’s probably a model, Y/N thinks to herself. Blonde, skinny, legs for days. 

“Oh that’s… wow. I’m sure the guys will be thrilled to catch up with you. I’ll have to let them know I saw you.” Y/N offers him a weak smile. She isn’t exactly sure what she was hoping for. For him to fall in love with her on the street and whisk her off to his apartment to have his way with her? Actually that’s exactly what she was hoping for. 

“I’m throwing Niall a surprise birthday party.” She blurts out, filling the silence. 

“Oh really? It’s his 30th yeah?” 

“Yeah it is. You should come. If you like. No pressure. You could bring your girlfriend?” 

“Sure we’d love to. It’ll be nice to see the guys again.” Harry perks up at the invitation. 

“I’ll get your number off Liam and text you the details if that’s ok?” 

“Nah, I’ll give it to you now. I’ll surprise all of them by showing up.” He pulls his phone out of his pocket. He rattles off his number and Y/N quickly enters it into her phone before sending him a text so he has her number too. They say their goodbyes and Y/N finally makes it to her car, sitting in silence in slight disbelief as to what just happened. She’s staring, slightly dazed out of the window when her phone buzzes.

 (1:05pm) Harry: Send me the details! Lovely to meet you :) 

Harry Styles is texting her. 15 year old Y/N would have passed out by now and current Y/N isn’t really sure she’s got function in her limbs.

A/N: This is something just to tide you guys over until I can get part 2 of obsession out!! My laptop died on me so it's taking me a bit longer I'm afraid. BUT I adore you all for loving that series so much, and I hope you enjoy the start of this 😘

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[justmeinatree]

01 - Astoria : Ripplin On By

Summary : you find yourself trapped on a pirate ship, desperate to be saved. or is the pirate that needs saving …

feels far from home close to the veil, goodbye mother’s fairytale

TW : murder, talks of sexual assault

Word Count : 5k

A/N : we can all thank @niallthebadboi for reminding me of the niall/james corden halloween music video 🤐

“oi, mate. mate, come here,” he whispers, his index finger in a come hither motion.

niall’s ears perk up, the quietness of the lower deck echoing even the faintest of sounds. he looks behind him, spotting one of the crew members, furrowing his eyebrows, “what is it ? m’a little busy.”

with his boots sludging through the thick waters on the bottom deck of the boat, the smell of the salt water mixed in with mould due to the slowly rotting wood, niall was filtering through boxes upon boxes. he knows he can find what he’s looking for, if he’s just given enough uninterrupted time. christ, there’s a lot of shit down here.

“did you hear ? there’s supposedly a lass on board.”

and well that, makes niall laugh, shaking his head, “don’t tell me you’ve fallen for that rumour. no way there’s a lady on this ship. not a single lass, in her right mind, would board onto a boat with a bunch of pirates. bloody death wish if she does,” he adds, muttering to himself.

“nah, s’not a rumour lad. can’t you feel it ?” he hums, smirking, dirty brown teeth poking through his chapped lips. “we can all tell. the energy’s different. oh what i would do to get my hands on a sweet young lady.”

“bloody disgusting you,” niall laughs, shaking his head. although he can’t help but fantasize about a woman from time to time. spending the majority of his adult life on a ship full of men, and maybe, just maybe, he can feel some sort of shift in the air. but that could simply be all the idiots up on deck getting themselves worked up for nothing. it’s not like it’s the first time niall hears about rumours like this one.

“can’t tell if i’d rather have a little taste, or pray for her wellbeing when she’s found,” he hums, shaking the thoughts out of his head, making his way back up, calling down to niall, “whoever finds her first gets first dibs.”

niall huffs, turning around and getting back to his task at hand. there was obviously nothing to get worked up about. because there was obviously no girl on the ship. they haven’t ported in almost a week now, no way a lady would have made it this long. pirate ships aren’t exactly anything close to nice accommodations.

but for now, he searches through crate upon crate, why they had so much crap stuffed away down here, he’ll never know. no one ever comes down here anyway, it’s too sludgy and too rotten. it’s not until he rounds a corner that he hears the small squeak. he’s no stranger to rats and mice, but this, well this wasn’t quite it.

peering over, he spots someone. 

you were terrified. fear stricken over your features, back pressed against a wall ? some boxes ? you weren’t sure. it felt like your breath had caught into your throat, fingertips going slightly numb, unable to move an inch, as you stare back at him, panic settling into every bone in your body.

“hey,” niall hums, confusion etched on his face, because fuck, there really was a girl on this ship. 

you coward back at the sound of his voice, small whimper leaving your chest, barely heard over the creaking of the old wood. your eyes squeezed shut, ready for the worst. it was hard to see his face, only small cracks of daylight filtering through the old wood to illuminate the dampened space. and with his hat perched upon his head, the specks of clarity weren’t quite reaching his face.

“no, no, s’alright,” niall murmurs, hand darting out for you, quickly retreating it when he notices you flinch away.

“please dont hurt me,” you hiccup, tears filling your eyes.

“m’not gonna hurt you, it’s okay,” he coos, trying to muster up as much calm as he can. although he can’t say he’s felt much of anything remotely close to calm since joining this crew.

“no,” you hiccup again, bottom lip starting to tremble, pressing yourself impossibly further back. “i- i heard yo-you talking,” you stutter. “i know you’re gonna-a hurt me.”

“no, no,” niall coos, shaking his head. “that’s not-. you heard the othe-.” he sighs, biting his lip and starting over. “m’niall, what’s your name, love ?”

“dont call me that,” you huff, the tiniest bit of bite to your voice.

that pulls a smile from niall, a slight breathy chuckle, “alright, m’sorry. how about you tell me your name so i know what to call you.”

“y/n,” you murmur around a few deep breaths, trying to regulate your heart as your brain determines if there’s any imminent threat or not.

“y/n,” he hums, tasting it out on his tongue. “what are you doing on this ship ? s’not safe for you.”

“i messed up,” you peep quietly, fresh tears gathering in your eyes. “everyone was gone, and i just picked a boat. didn’t think there were pirates ported at the docks.”

niall bites back a laugh, not wanting to upset you, but still, what were the odds really. he doesn’t think he’s ever met someone with such bad luck. “we have to eat too,” he chuckles, “gotta reach port sometimes. have ya seriously been here all week ?”

you nod softly, sighing, “when they started coming back onto the ship, i ran down. just kept running. v’been hiding out here. you’re the first one to come down this far below deck.”

“you’ve been down here all week ?” he asks, shocked, eyes grown wide. “fuck, you can’t stay down here that long, you’ll get sick. there’s too much mould for you to breathe in.”

“i’ll take my chances,” you murmur, biting your lip, looking up at him with desperation, “s’better than going up there with the crew.”

and well, niall cannot disagree there. thinks he’d rather live down here with the rot and the sludge if the alternative was to head up to the crew and have every shred of his being ripped apart. so he nods, looking sadly at you, because you’re right, there’s no denying it. “must be hungry then. how about i get you some food ? try to track down some fresh water,” he suggests. 

at that, you perk up, eyes shining with some level of hope for the first time, in a week, apparently. you nod, looking hopeful at niall, asking curiously, “when’s the next time we dock ?”

“not for at least another week, m’afraid,” he sighs, adding a bit more enthusiastically, “don’t think about that right now, just sit tight, i’ll be right back.”

and with that niall was off, bounding up the steps, loud wooden creaks echoing under each of his boots. he makes a bit of small talk with a few other crew mates as he passes them, fishing through crates and flour sacks full of beans, biscuits, and salted dried meats, grabbing a good handful of each, tucking them into his satchel. 

unfortunately, he doesn’t remember a single day as a pirate where he’s actually had access to water. it’s always been beers and ales and rums. at least that’s what’s made readily available. 

if he was going to find water, he’s going to have to sneak around, and sneaking around takes time. time he doesn’t think he has. for some reason, he fears for your safety. you were so innocent, so fragile, so full of fear when he found you gazing back at him. he can’t even begin to imagine what the others would do if they found you. doesn’t think he’ll be able to live with himself if he has to watch that innocence get wiped off your pretty porcelain face. he may be a pirate, but his mam raised a good man.

and although the crew typically never hits the lowest deck, one of them is bound to discover you. especially with the flying rumour of a young lass on board.

so he decides, for now, that some ale is the best he can do in terms of beverage, figuring he’ll have more time to sneak around once all the lads are passed out drunk for the night.

when he returns to the lowest deck, he finds you sitting on one of the large crates, feet tucked up to give your poor skin a break from the constant saturation. he feels his heart grow heavy. a now foreign feeling to him, as he’s learned to grow a thick callous around his emotions. if he spends too much time contemplating his life decisions over the last decade, he’ll throw himself overboard. there are countless moments for which he’s significantly less than proud of. murder being a number of them. he’s just had to do what he’s had to do.

but with you, being dealt a really bad hand, stuck on a pirate ship, condemned to a level that the pirates themselves don’t really come to, he feels real sadness, and real fear, and real protectiveness. he wants to help you. he’s not sure why, he’s never felt the need to help anyone. but seeing that desperation in your eyes, and the sheer willpower you’ve held onto for this long, he empathizes with you in ways he’s not even sure he fully understands.

niall trudges over to you, placing his satchel down on the crate next to you, opening it up to show you its contents. “sorry it’s nothing better. s’really all that survives the long trips.”

“don’t worry about it, please. it’s food,” you smile, reaching in and taking a handful of beans. 

“i couldn’t find any water,” he sighs, “that one’s going to be a bit harder to come by. i’ll go lurking later tonight, when they’re all passed out,” he nods towards the upper deck, where the crew are currently working. “for now though, i hope ale’s okay ? at least it’ll fix the thirst for a bit, yeah ?” he hums hopefully.

your smile only grows wider, swallowing down a bite of the biscuit you had reached for, “niall, don’t make a fuss,” you murmur softly. “you’ve gotten me a meal, and you’ve been nothing but kind to me. i really appreciate all of it,” you hum, taking a sip and another bite, finding yourself hungrier than you thought. the slowly waning adrenaline causing your body to need a  refuel.

“it’s no problem,” niall smiles, “really. just want you to stay safe, and to make it off this ship unharmed.”

you feel heat rise to your cheeks, your eyes trained down on the food he’s provided. you could not have a crush on a pirate. you. could. not. you had to get off this ship and never, ever, look back. fuck.

you take a deep breath, looking over at him, “you seem too nice to be a pirate.”

niall’s mouth quirks up in a smirky smile, breathy chuckle rumbling from his chest, he shakes his head, “there’s a lot of nice lads here. but pirate mentality tends to take over and the next thing you know, you’re doing something you’d never ever thought of doing.”

your eyes lock with his, reading him for a moment, a silent moment, as you both exchange a sad, knowing gaze, “would it have been different if you weren’t alone when you found me ?”

at that, niall sighs, shoulders deflating. he reaches up on his head, gripping his hat and taking it off, resting it on the crate, behind you. it’s the first time you see him without it, expecting to finally get a glace at his hair, you’re only slightly disappointed to see a tattered, muted green bandana wrapped around his head. although you do note peaks of brown tousles poking through behind his ears and by his neck. small hoops pierced through his lobes.

without his hat, more light hits his eyes, which you note are a deep blue. his skin was tanned, darkened from long days in the blistering sun. he’s gorgeous. you cannot. cannot. have a crush on a pirate.

“i’d like to believe that i would have stood up for you,” niall murmurs. “like to believe that when i saw that look in your eyes, i’d be getting them away from you. can’t even begin to imagine the alternative, to be honest, darling.”

you let the pet name slide, too caught up with the fact that he keeps saying he’d like to believe. it’s not quite as reassuring as you’d hoped. you aren’t completely sure how much you can trust him yet. after all, a bit of food is a nice peace offering, but he hasn’t proven himself just yet.

it’s a few hours after that, before you see niall again. he does need to spend some time, enough time, with the crew, working. he can’t let anyone notice that he’s gone too long. or at least, where he’s going. if any of the lads find out that he’s spending time down there, they’ll suspect something. he needs to do this very delicately. needs to be smart about this. 

as he returns, he smiles wide at you, waving a pair of boots around. “smallest ones i could find, keep your feet dry.”

your eyebrows furrow squinting your eyes, the darkness of early evening settling, less and less daylight filtering through the small cracks in the wood.

“s’hard to see innit ?” niall hums, patting his pants, fingers finding some matches in one of the pockets, striking one against a crate to light it, the dim flame just enough to illuminate his face and the pair of boots he’s holding up.

“you got me some boots ?” you look up at him, a burst of warmth spreading through your chest, biting your lip softly as you reach for them, slipping them on. “these are perfect,” you hum, clicking your feet together.

niall searches the walls and ceiling, finding a small gas lamp, unhooking it from its perch, and lighting it. a small corner of space sees proper lighting for the first time in a long time. taking a look around, he thinks he prefers it when it’s dark.

but upon looking over at your feet, he sees you were exaggerating quite a bit. the boots were far from perfect, much too big on you. “you seem to be handling all of this really well for someone as prim and proper as you are.”

you laugh, a true laugh, your first one in god knows how long, shaking your head. “didn’t grow up like this,” you explain, hands waving up and down to display your expensive dress. “one of the richest men in town, for some reason, had his sights set on me.”

“make that sound like a bad thing,” niall hums, hoisting himself up on the crate across from you, setting his hat down again.

“i hate him,” you murmur vehemently. and again, you both lock eyes in a silent moment, the flame flickering a dim glow over both of your features, intensifying the connection. 

niall snaps out of it first, “wanted to bring you the boots, and check in on ya. it’s gotten pretty dark out, the crew’ll be out cold in a bit. i’ll try to find you some water. i’ll be back. keep that light, makes it a little less glum.”

and again, he’s off, just as quickly as he came. you were forever grateful for the bits of company. and the little things he’d bring you every time he dropped on by. in the meantime though, you were lonely. tucked away in the depths of despair, longing and awaiting for your gorgeous pirate’s return.

christ, stop. you did not have a crush. you did not. however, you could admit to yourself that having a place of escape, in your mind that is, helped pass the time a little bit. a place where you and niall were on a grand adventure at sea, wind billowing in your hair, fresh salty air, nothing but beautiful sunsets on the horizon.

how you longed for a breath of fresh air. to feel the wind on your skin. it was getting increasingly hard to be held up like you were. you had no idea that rot and severe lack of sunlight could affect someone so quickly.

you were growing increasingly desperate. and thinking back, niall had mentioned countless times that the crew pass out cold at night. maybe you could sneak around too ? just enough to make it a bit higher up. 

this was foolish, you kept telling yourself as you take slow steps towards the stairs, and yet, you couldn’t stop yourself. it’s like if your body could feel its impending death if it stayed put. your sheer will to have some clean air seemingly taking over the fear for a split moment. 

you were two floors up before you started noticing signs of life. sticking to the empty staircase, peering over quietly to notice breathing lumps of men, tucked into hammocks slung around randomly. 

continuing on your way, you stop a few steps from the very top, sitting on it, not risking being seen on the wide open deck. you breathe in deeply, crisp nighttime air filling your lungs. tilting your head back, eyes blinking up, you notice the vast array of stars. smiling to yourself, you enjoy a moment of calm. 

that is, until you hear some sounds from below you. what seems to be a conversation. and by the rumbling, tumbling steps, and the slurring, cackling voices, you’d best believe they were drunk. with the sounds getting louder, they were heading up to the top deck.

panic rising in your chest, your eyes dart from side to side, figuring there was nowhere to go but up. you climb the rest of the stairs, finding the large expanse of the ship to be empty. rushing, you look around to find a hiding spot, just about to take your first step towards a barrel, when a bone chilling sentence hits your brain. 

“well, well, well. look at what we have here.”

“hmm, pretty young lady. looks like we get to have some fun tonight.”

you whimper, frozen in fear, hearing the loud chuckle from behind you, “i get her first !” one of them shouts, surging forward and gripping your shoulder. he walks you forward towards the very barrel you were planning to dash for, just moments ago, pressing on your upper back, between your shoulder blades, bending you over.

you can feel him lean over you, pressed up against you, murmuring against your ear, “such a little treat aren’t you ?”

“what the-“ you hear from further behind you, the man no longer pressed against you, as he looks behind himself. 

“fuck- what are you-“ just as you look behind yourself, curiously panicked, worried that you may have an even worse imminent future ahead. 

instead you’re met with the sight of your attacker, pulled back into niall’s chest, held down by his mouth to muffle any sounds, watching niall glide a blade through your attacker’s throat. 

you feel as if your heart was about to beat out of your throat, eyes bulging wide, trying to take in the scene in front of you. two men, in a heap on the floor, throats gushing blood. you were gasping for breath, slowly backing away, until your back hit the barrel.

“what in god’s name are you doing ?” niall snaps, looking around to make sure no one’s seen anything. “why would you do something so fucking stupid ?”

he was furious. and you could tell. instantly regretting your decision to try and reach some upper floors. “i-“ you sigh, looking down, unable to look him in the eye. you felt like a small child, being scolded. and truthfully, you deserved it. what you did was stupid. and if niall hadn’t found you right then and there, you’re not sure what would be happening right now. 

your gaze tentatively flicks up towards his, shame plastered on your features, as you do something you never imagined doing. you lunge forward, wrapping your arms around niall, the force of it all making him take a few steps back.

he was shocked. he hadn’t been privy to a hug in over a decade. his eyes blink rapidly a few times, before slowly wrapping his arms around your waist, holding you to him, hearing a faint, “thank you for saving me,” puff out from your lips, warm breath hitting his neck. 

niall’s eyes flutter closed, his head resting against yours, taking in a breath. the fresh cleanliness of the soap you used in your hair was still clinging on, under the scent of the sea, a welcomed change his nostrils revelled in. 

he found himself relaxing into your arms, the protective anger he was feeling over you fading, murmuring, “please tell me what the fuck you were doing.”

you slowly pull away from the hug, sighing, “i was desperate for some fresh air. you kept talking about the crew passing out at night, figured it’d be my best shot,” you shrug.

“christ, darling, let me in on your plans next time yeah ? let me keep you safe. d’ya have any idea how bad that could have been if i wasn’t here ?” he shakes his head. “fuck, lets not think about that. need to take care of my mess. then m’gonna find you a change of clothes. can’t have ya sneaking around in that dress. s’too obvious.” 

he turns around, hoisting the bodies one at a time, rolling them over the edge of the ship, to crash into the frigid waters below.

“niall, you-“ you take a deep breath, your shoulders slugging, “you killed two people. for me. i- fuck, i can’t believe i-“

“shh,” he hums, shaking his head, pressing his index finger against your lips when he notices you about to speak again. “don’t have ta say it. m’honestly so fucking glad i was here.”

your breath catches as his finger makes contact with your mouth, a tingle of warmth spreading through your entire body, leaving your fingers and toes slightly numb. for a moment you find yourself wanting nothing more than to kiss him. with the sweat on his brow and the dirt on his skin, and fuck even the blood on his hands, you were so attracted to him. you cannot have a crush on a bloody pirate.

he slowly pulls his finger away, eyes locked on yours, feeling the erratic beating in his chest, because my god, he’s never felt such soft lips. doesn’t remember wanting to kiss anyone so bad in so long. not that there’s been even remotely close to a kissing prospect. “c’mon, that’s gotta be enough fresh air for today. can’t risk it any longer. lets get you back down there, darling. i’ll go sleuthing for some clothes.”

“niall,” you rush out, gripping into his arm just as he was trying to walk away, “thank you. for everything.”

a small smile tugs at his lips, blush rising to his cheeks, turning away again and setting off with you, making sure the coast is clear every step of the way, until you’re back to the safety of the bottom deck.

it had been days since your little adventure to the outside. and as much as you were craving a trip back up, you were slightly petrified. 

niall had brought you some clothes, and even though you could fairly blend in with the crew, you weren’t quite ready to test it for real. 

in the meantime, niall’s been your source of friendship, coming to check on you regularly, whenever he could sneak away, bringing you food and drinks. he even tracked down some water for you a couple of times. 

tonight, however, you couldn’t hold out anymore. so when niall comes by for his late evening visit, you hop down from the crate you’d made yourself comfortable on, bounding over to him, “can we go up tonight ?”

he looks over you, eyes wide, “you really want to try that again ?” he asks quietly, out of fear for you. fear of what could happen to you, to him for hiding you. 

but with the large puppy eyes you were feeding him and the severe level of empathy he has for you, he ends up giving in pretty quickly, nodding his approval, “yeah, alright. suppose it’s something you need. please stay close. and do whatever i say.”

“yes sir,” you smirk, saluting him. as soon as your hand left your forehead, you felt like a complete fool. embarrassing yourself in front of the man whom you’ve grown more and more affection towards.

he giggles though, a real giggle, shaking his head at you, “m’a pirate, not in the fuckin navy, darling.”

you laugh along with him, ever grateful for him. you’re unsure of how you’ll ever be able to thank him for all that he’s done for you. including murder for fuck sake. you have to come up with something before leaving the ship.

you stay quiet, following him up the stairs, niall checking each floor as he goes, confirming that everyone is rightfully asleep. once he makes it to the top deck, he takes one look around, finding the entirety of the space, completely abandoned. niall’s hand reaches out for yours, helping you up the last few steps.

taking a deep breath, your eyes close momentarily, enjoying the feeling of whipping wind against your skin, tiny droplets of sea water spraying you from time to time. it was so refreshing, so incredibly needed after the time down below.

walking over to the edge, hands gripped into the side of the ship, looking at the vast expanse of pure, pitch, darkness. there was nothing but stars as far as the eye could see. 

niall coming over to stand next to you, he hums softly, “what’s got you so focused ? s’nothing but black out there.”

“kinda nice innit ?” you ask quietly, “the stars, the open sea, how tiny we really are in the grand scheme of things.”

“you think that’s nice ?” he asks, slightly confused. “isn’t that a bit scary ? what’s the point of it all ? we wont really make a difference anyway.”

at that, you hum, your head resting against niall’s shoulder, his arm instinctively wrapping itself around your shoulders. you never thought you’d be over the moon to be cuddled up with a pirate, but he actually made you feel comfortable, safe, a feeling that was fairly foreign for you at this point. and you were revelling in it.

“you think you won’t make a difference ?” you ask softly, turning yourself a bit more into him, “you’ve already made a huge one,” you explain. “you’ve saved me. saved my life.”

“but-“ niall furrows his eyebrows, “that’s just how my mam raised me. to be kind. s’not really making a difference in the world.”

you shake your head, humming a protest, “one person can’t change the entire world, that would be a bit of a pompous thought,” you chuckle, adding quietly, “but you’ve made a difference in my world.”

niall feels his heart burst, prickling heat shooting from his chest throughout his entire body. he buries his face in your hair, pulling you closer to him, “think you’ve made an even bigger difference in mine.”

moments before he was about to turn your face towards his, he hears it, a deep chuckle coming from behind, “looks like nialler found a treasure. gonna share with your brothers ?”

he feels you go stiff as a board next to him, feels the moment the air leaves your body, feels the panic encompassing every fibre of your being. he looks down at you, trying to convey any form of safety in his gaze, mouthing to you, “run,” before pushing you off towards the stairs. 

instantly, the other man is taking off after you, bounding down the stairs two at a time, niall quickly in toe. 

you just make it back to your dark and dingy secluded hideout, when a large, rough hand presses you into one of the crates in front of you, making your forehead smack down hard on the wood. 

you whimper, the man’s hands closing on your hips, squeezing roughly, painfully. and just like the last time, a moment later, he’s lifted off of you, niall’s blade slicing through his neck.

niall’s catching his breath, trying to calm his nerves, as he looks down at the scene, taking the moment in for the first time, because fuck, this is not good.

he looks up at you, noting the gash on your forehead, “christ, darling, you alright ?” he asks, fingertip darting out to gently touch the wound.

you flinch back, bottom lip trembling, as you feel yourself giving out, niall quick to catch you before you fall into the sludge water, leaning heavily on him, face tucked into his neck, “i can’t do this anymore,” you cry softly. “i can’t, i can’t. i need air, i need sun, fuck,” you tremble. “m’always so scared. i just can’t anymore niall.”

he holds you tightly, heart shattering for you. you hadn’t asked for this. you were a good person. you didn’t deserve any of this. mind reeling after the events of just moments ago, niall comes up with a plan, “we’re getting off this ship.”

“what ?” you ask exhaustedly, peering up at him, every ounce of your being, drained.

“you can’t stay here anymore. s’too dangerous. and you need air. we’ll take one of the lifeboats,” he explains, before nodding towards the body, “s’the first mate. someone’s going to notice he’s missing. and m’not about to lug him all the way up to throw him overboard, someone’ll see.”

“niall, i can’t make you do that,” you sigh. “can’t make you leave the safety of the ship for me.”

he cups your neck in his large hand, his thumb stroking your jaw, eyes peering into your own, conviction in his tone, “can’t go alone, darling. i told you i’d keep you safe. couldn’t live with myself if you were out there all alone. we’re leaving. tonight.”

Part 2

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[wherebrkenheartsgo]

Summary: You’ve known the international pop star since the One Direction days, but only the past year and a half have you been able to call him your boyfriend. This series is all about what life is like being a normal person who just so happens to be dating the one and only Harry Edward Styles. This texting series will show that every relationship has it’s highs and it’s lows so buckle up because dating Harry isn’t always easy, but damn does he love you. 🪩✨

Status: Ongoing

Tag List: Open

Story Type: Established Relationship

A/N: I hope y’all enjoy this texting series and it may be a Harry series but you’ll see a certain Irish man a few times as well because I can’t write Harry without mentioning Niall✨

*this is mainly a texting series but you’ll find everything below*

Instagrams: Coming Soon✨

Conversations: Coming Soon✨

Everything Else: Here

Part 1: That’s Odd

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[harrywavycurly]

Texting Boyfriend Harry Styles Part 5: Vacation

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A/N: I love a good group chat and one with Niall and Harry gives me all the good chaotic vibes✨

*You planned a vacation and Niall and Harry just have a few questions*

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[mrsfrecklesmarauders]

When James and Lily started dating, they were like honeyedly in love. They couldn't be apart for one second without missing each other and when they were not together they used first or second years to send each other presents or notes.

"Here Niall, give this to Lily. My sweet Lily" James smiled "I miss her so much"

"Didn't you see her an hour ago, Prongs?" Sirius asked.

"But I miss her already" James answered with a pout.

"He is in the honeymoon phase" Peter whispered to Sirius.

"Where's Remus?" Sirius asked instead.

Peter shrugged.

"And my tip?" Niall asked.

"Tip?"

"She is in the other side of the castle. This place ain't small, James"

James considered it "Okay, fine" he said as he opened his wallet and gave him some bills.

"But make sure to see her reaction so you can tell me"

"Fine..."

As soon as Niall left Sirius teased James.

"Fine! I am a hopeless romantic. So what?"

Then Niall went all the way to Lily and the girls.

"For a certain Miss Evans?"

"Thank you, Niall" Lily would smile receiving the small package.

"From James again?" Mary asked with a smile.

"Yes" Lily smiled with her cheeks pink. And then she opened the note attached to it "Your smile is like art. Your lips are like sweet petals. You make my days feel like I found precious metals"

"What a poet!" Marlene teased with a sneer.

"Isn't my James precious?"

"So romantic" Dorcas smiled.

"It would be if it wouldn't be happening every bloody hour" Marlene whispered on her girlfriend's ear. Dorcas chuckled.

"Is that chocolate he gave you?" Remus asked "Gimme..."

"It's mine!"

"Weren't you on a diet?"

Lily pursed her lips "Fine" she gave Remus the bar "He is going to send me another in an hour anyway"

"True" Niall shrugged.

Remus unwrapped the chocolate happily.

"Wait Niall..." Lily said as she wrote something on a piece of paper and put some of her perfume on it "Make sure to give him this and tell him to smell my perfume when he misses me"

Mary, Marlene, Dorcas and Remus ooed teasing her making Lily blush.

"Fine. Tip?" Niall begged. Lily raised an eyebrow "He is on the second floor and it is exhausting to climb the stairs"

Lily smiled "Okay" and she gave him a little tip.

"Wouldn't it be easier to send him a text?" Mary asked.

"It not as romantic" Lily took a big sigh.

Then Niall ran back to James out of breath.

"Fucking hell" he said grabbing his knees.

"So?" James asked with excitement.

Niall took a deep breath "She loved your poem"

James smiled. "I am a bloody genius"

"Was Remus with the girls, Niall?" Sirius asked.

"Yes. Why?"

Sirius simply shrugged.

Niall gave James Lily's note. "She sprayed it with her perfume. She said to smell it when you miss her"

James read the note with a smile and smelled it letting out a little shriek. "It smells like her.... My Lily!"

Sirius and Peter groaned.

"She didn't give me any tip, though"

"Niall, I just paid you" James tutted.

"I've been climbing up and down the stairs all the bloody day"

"Pay the poor kid, Prongs" Sirius said.

"He looks exhausted" Peter added.

"Fine!" James said "But I want to send her another note with my cologne"

Sirius and Peter groaned again. This time Niall joined them.

They were absolute idiots in love. Their friends teased them but they were secretly be jealous of how cute they were.

#Poor Niall had to go through the castle delivering messages for days #Luckily he received a good tip #marauders #maraudersera #marauders headcanon #james potter #lily evans #jily #sirius black #remus lupin #marlene mckinnon #peter pettigrew #mary macdonald #dorcas meadowes #muggle au

[edgeofmyniall]

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okay so I am TERRIBLE at math so the flashback dates maybe wrong I will make a post putting them in order at the end of the story

The Arrival: Part Three

Poppy watches as Niall pushes the door open with his elbow while still holding on to the bourbon bottle. He clamors inside the room with his luggage  falling off his shoulder. He stands in the middle of the room, looking everywhere but in his ex-wife’s direction. The room was still the same: the same blocked quilt lining the outside of the full size four short poster bed, the faded blue wallpaper that was beginning to peel off its host, the same cold wooden floors that became home to a light layer of dust. The same room that Niall spent so many nights in when he was running away from the fighting, running away from the cancer that was his parents’ marriage, and the cancer itself. This small bedroom had always been Niall’s safe haven from the outside world, and when he brought Poppy to this room, he prayed that she would understand the unchanging sentiment behind every loose thread and and creak in the floorboards. She had laid on the bed, arms sprawled over the quilt and only sighed in relief. “This is how I imagine a home would feel,” is what she said and she meant it.

Now, Poppy pulls her own luggage to the opposite corner that Niall claimed in a room so unfamiliar that she felt unwelcomed. She was unwelcomed, she realized, because behind her was the man who broke her heart, the man that chose someone else over their marriage, over their love and hard work, over their grief. She looked out the window onto the snow covered street-her fingers mindlessly toyed with her rings. 

The cool metal felt foreign against her skin as if the two rings were contraband. She felt tears welling up inside her. She was tired of living a fabrication of a false life and the web of lies she carefully practiced was drowning her. It was over a year since the divorce was finalized and through that year, she had receded inside herself. She couldn’t muster up the mental willpower that it took to keep up the appearance of still being married. The small lies had only snowballed from the biggest lie yet, and some day someone would catch on. 

“Why can’t they know?” Poppy asked and when she turned around, she saw Niall hastily close the door and turn around with a surprised look on his face. Family dinners and holidays held questions in the year they had been separated, and every lie made Poppy relive the pain.

“Why should they know, Penelope? Have you asked yourself that? What business is it of theirs to know?” Niall cocked a brow with a demeaning look on his face- the alcohol giving him false bravery. His lips were pressed into a thin line-a sure sign that he was annoyed. “The business could go under. Our friends would look at us indifferent. We’re supposed to be the one couple that makes it.”

“Everything is a business transaction to you, isn’t it?” Poppy quips, cutting Niall off intentionally. “And you call me shallow.”

“Excuse me?” Niall huffed. His feet found themselves standing toe to toe with Poppy after crossing the room. He waves his finger in her face, letting out the year of anger suddenly.  “I worked hard for you to live this life. I was the one who made all the sacrifices. I was the one who made sure that you were taken care of and had everything you wanted.” How could someone standing so close to her feel so far away like they’re worlds away- a distance she never expected to travel from Niall.

“I never wanted this!” Poppy’s voice rose at Niall playing the victim. “I only wanted you! That was it! And now I’m living this lie for you to keep your reputation in tact because fuck all if everyone finds out that we didn’t make it ‘cause you couldn’t keep your dick in your pants.” Poppy’s tears stained her reddened face. Everything she wanted to say since the day she signed the papers in the sweltering lawyer’s office was projectile vomiting out of her mouth.

A Year and Half Ago

He sat at the small white linen covered table, his leg steadily bouncing as he looks over the familiar menu. He knew the selections of meat, al carte sides, and wines like the back of his hand- they had been there many times together, both happy and somber, as they celebrated the ups and downs of life. He sat at their table, ordering their wine, waiting on her as always. He had figured where they started their marriage when they back home from Maui, he could end it there as well. 

What a beautiful thing- the beginning of a relationship: the full effort, the conscious decision making, the growing to know one another more. 

What a beautiful disaster- the ending of a relationship: the fighting, the tears, the utter heartbreak that would ensue for months to come. 

It’s inevitable that everything good comes to an end.

She had to have known this was coming. The constant fighting, the lies to cover the stench of infidelity, the secrets being kept, it had been there in her face and she turned a blind eye. 

Niall looks at the small glass encased candle that flickered every once in a while as he waited for Penelope. How was he supposed to do this? He had putting it off for a while now; he kept telling himself that he didn’t want to break her heart, but the longer he kept his decision to himself the more the hurt would crumble down her and sit with her longer.

He wished she would hurry up and show herself here. Shelby was waiting on him to come back to his penthouse where she spent most of her free time laying around only loving him. She had listened to him with intention, and she had cared about him when Penelope fell flat. She had weaseled herself into his head and made a permanent camp on his heart. 

“Here we are, mademoiselle,” the suited man pulled out the chair, and when Niall attempted to stand, Penelope had only held a hand out stopping him. Her lips were stained red, and the dress was a dark emerald with a swoop neckline. Niall studied her chest, the singular diamond hanging on a silver chain had play peek-a-boo with the dress. Why had she worn the dress that he had once ripped off her for him to only say goodbye to their marriage.

“Took you long enough,” Niall growled through a forced smile, picking up the menu again. He was mustering up the courage to tell her the truth, to face the reality that he created. 

“Sorry the traffic was terrible,” Poppy smiled, placing her elbows on the edge of the table. She reached out to touch Niall’s hand with her own, but he only retreated off the table. Her hand hovers for a moment before she clears her throat and pulls her hand back to her side of the table. Poppy had known what she wanted to eat, and when they placed the order, Niall had made a statement that broke her heart.

“I want a divorce.”

“I didn’t know they had a live band during the weekdays,” she said, looking over to the semi-full dance floor.

“Did you hear me?” Niall asked in a hushed voice, “I said, I want a divorce.”

She had heard him. It was clear what his intentions were for this dinner. She had held on to the high hopes that he wanted to try again, to fix the broken parts of their marriage, to become them again. She looked over to her husband, the man who had just broken her heart, and only smiled. 

“I heard you.” She kept the mask on. She hid the screaming, the wailing, the utter brokenness her heart desired her to do. She felt the tears welling up in her eyes, but she only blinked them away. Looking at the candle as it flickered, she sipped on the white wine. 

“We can still be friends. I don’t mind you taking half of everything, Pop. You helped-” Penelope held up a finger to him, her tongue running on the inside of her mouth as it tries desperately to run the vile taste away. 

“You don’t get to call me that anymore. Not after what you just said, Niall,” she smiled, a twisted anger building up inside of her. “I don’t want shit from you.” Her voice was hushed, straining to grasp at anything concrete. Her emotions were getting the best of her. She had been on the receiving end of a punch one too many times and she was tired of being the bag. “Don’t diminish me to ‘just friends’ either. Don’t be an asshole.”

“Penelope,” Niall clears his throat as their dinner was served searching through his thoughts. This isn’t how he thought she would react. He had prepared for anything but this. Calm, cool, and collected was not on his radar. “You can’t say you aren’t shocked. It was coming.”

She had only smiled softly, shaking her head, as she tasted the food. 

“Delicious.” 

“Are you even listening?” Niall asked, shoving his fork onto his plate. She was being childish playing her games, but he was done moving his chess piece around hers. 

“I’m listening just fine, Niall. I thought you would have been man enough to save our marriage, but you only tuck tail and run the first chance you get. What’s like to be you?” She cocks a brow as she looks up at him. She was beautiful, he admitted. Confident, angry, and desperate to hang onto something that was only torn to shreds.

“What?” Niall furrowed his brows in confusion. He shakes his head at the absolute nonsense that his wife was spewing.

“What is like to be you? You have a multi-million dollar business that has clients all over the world. You have a beautiful home and a wife that still loves you, even if you just broke her heart. You have a penthouse that overlooks the city and your mistress. She must love our bed. I was stupid, I admit, to think that you called me here to revive our marriage, but I guess that shows how naïve I am with you still. If you want to call it quits, then fine, you can have your cake and eat it too.” She stands, pushing the chair out. She walks over to her husband, leaning over him to kiss him on the cheek. Her body was shaking. He could tell. She had stifled a sob when her lips touched his skin. 

When she started her car was when she felt her entire soul shatter and there was no stopping the grief then.

“Keep it down,” Niall growled, his voice deep and hypnotizing. The booming of the music could be felt through the floor as Poppy scoffed. She folded her arms across her chest as she stared the stranger in the face.

“Tell me one good reason why I shouldn’t go down there and tell them.” Poppy quirked a brow. “It’s no skin off my back. I’ll show them the stupid contract and they’ll forgive me, but you. Oh, you’ve got it coming for you.”

Poppy had remained silent in the days and weeks after she found out that Niall had been infidelitous. Niall had refused marital counseling, and in most of the forced conversations, Poppy sat with her arms crossed, never speaking a word. 

“Because I don’t want you to lose the life you came to love.” The silence rushes between them as Poppy hangs her head.

“I loved it because you were in it. You were there with me. Right beside me, but not anymore. You decided that I wasn’t good enough at some point.” Poppy feels the tears brimming in her eyes. “You are such an asshole for doing that to me.” Poppy sits down on the bed, folding her hands in her lap before asking the question that any ex-wife dreads. “What’s she like, Shelby?”

“What?” Niall asks, confused. He’s still standing by the window sill when his first real love asks the question out of nowhere.

“What is she like?” Poppy looks to Niall for an answer. He runs his fingers through his hair as he searches for an answer.

“She’s got a wicked sense of humor and she’s got this charity thing for the whales or something, I dunno.” Niall takes a sip of bourbon. Poppy knew she shouldn’t have asked the question. The answer was too painful for her to bear, but the other woman is someone Niall needs.

“What did I do wrong?” Poppy asks, her voice cracking. Niall rushes over to his ex-wife squatting down next to her to push her blond tendrils out of her face.

“Nothing, you were- are perfect.” Niall cooed, her soft skin lightly a fire under his own. “Why didn’t you fight?”

“Fight? For us?” Poppy questions, her voice rising in the hurt and anger. “Why should I fight for someone, for something, that was already halfway out the door?”

“I would have stayed if you would have fought, Penelope, but you made it incredibly difficult to work through a marriage that was on borrowed time.”

“So this was just another gamble to you. I was another high risk for you,” Poppy can taste her tears as she stands to face her ex. Even though it all, her heart still craved him. Niall runs his hands through his hair in frustration before answering.

“No, you were never… You never talked to me. You never wanted to spend time with me. It was always the house or your car or the beach house or that god forsaken ring.” Niall’s hand gestures to the engagement ring Niall had given Poppy all those years ago. “You never shut up about how expensive it looked.”

“Because all I cared about was you, you dumb ass. I could care less how much you spent on this,” Poppy holds up her hand that the diamond sits on. “You could have gotten the blasted thing from a gumball machine and I would have been happy, but all you cared about was showing off your success to all your friends. That’s why Justin was the only one who came around after you left. He was dying and he still found the time to come visit.”

“What?” Niall asked, his eyes wide with confusion. “You knew he was sick?”

“The day after you left he came around, and I was not in a state to lie to him so he knew,” Poppy sighed, rubbing her forehead with her hand. “He only cared about you. Not what you could give him.”

“He never said a word.”

“Because he respected you. He was your friend, Niall. He thought…” Poppy’s lungs begin to burn as she fights for air. “He thought we would have worked it out,” she whispers. “Why did you leave?” Poppy asks, looking Niall in his eyes. “I was so in love with you. Just you. And, and… I never felt betrayed like that in my life. After the…” Poppy can’t bring herself to say the word. It was still too fresh. “I know we had problems, but you shut down on me. You didn’t want me to kiss you or to touch you. Like the thought of me coming near you made you sick. I hated myself for so long. When I knew that you no longer loved me, I realized that I valued your happiness over my own. I knew you wanted out so that’s why I never fought. That’s why I let you leave.”

Two and Half Years Ago

It was Poppy’s thirtieth birthday party and Niall was nowhere to be found. Poppy casted a smile on her face, fooling her friends and family. She felt her heart sink as the sudden realization that Niall never planned to come. He was too busy with her. Tears streamed down her face as she ran to the bathroom as her stomach pushed out the day’s contents. The vile burned and singed as she held her head over the upstairs bathroom. Rubbing the vomit away with the back of her hand, red lipstick smeared across her face. A light knock on the door made Poppy’s tears come faster.

“Just a minute,” Poppy called out, trying to sound as normal as possible. 

“Pop?” Justin’s voice came from the other side. “You alright?” Poppy began to cry hysterically forcing Justin to open the unlocked door. 

“Just a… Just a bit of bad food,” Poppy lied. Justin sat his drink on the sink counter before squatting down. He cupped Poppy’s head, tilting it to make Poppy look at him.

“Want me to get Niall?” Justin asked unknowingly. Popped squeezed her eyes shut, stifling a sob, but the concaving of her chest forced to breathe in. The look on Justin’s disappointed face told Poppy that he knew. He knew why his friend wasn’t here. “C’mon, let’s get you to bed while I make a call.”

Justin carried Poppy to the bedroom and laid her on the side he presumed she slept on. “Want some covers?” Poppy shook her head as the tears began to stain the pillow case. “I’ll just be outside the door if you need anything, alright?”

She never knew that a heartbreak like this could hurt so much. She read once that people could die of a broken heart, but she only dismissed it as a lie, but now, she knew. Her heart hurt physically as she felt her entire life begin to crumble. 

“Niall, where the fuck are you?” Justin’s voice is clear even through the closed door. “Poppy’s worried sick. What do you mean you’re busy? It’s your wife’s birthday, dude. The fuck is going on?” The rest of the conversation is drowned out by the sound of Poppy hysterically crying.

Niall opens his mouth to answer, but there was no real reason why he left. His heart still belonged to Poppy and he knew her soul was torn in two the day he left. “I’m sorry, Penelope.” Niall straightens his body, but only after kissing Poppy on the forehead before leaving out of the room. Her skin burns under his gentle gesture. Grabbing the dark brown liquid, he walked out of the room without a word.

The moon had begun to rise when Niall came back into the room. Poppy had already finished up some work and changed into her pajamas when Niall began stumbling upstairs. He reeked of alcohol and the musky smell of weed filled the room. He stood in the doorway, his white buttoned shirt coming undone letting his chest hair to be visible.

“Hey,” Niall’s words are slurred as he sways over to Poppy. “I think we need to talk.” 

“Not while you’re drunk, Niall.” Poppy peers over her phone to her ex as he begins to shed clothing. Her eyes linger on his bare back and she feels herself biting in the inside of her cheek. 

“I won’t talk to you any other time,” Niall says, looking at Poppy through the mirror. 

“Then we won’t talk.” Poppy pulls the bed sheets over her body as she slides into the warm abyss. “Turn the light off when you’re done.” She heard Niall’s short huff as he let his pants fall on the floor. 

“Just like old times,” Niall said, his voice more cheerful than expected as he turned off the light. Darkness invades their room with only the moonlight pushing through the window. Niall crawls into bed, his body facing Poppy who is facing the wall. He reaches out to touch her, to feel her under his hands, to pull her close. The glisten of his wedding ring catches his gaze, stopping him from crossing the line. 

Niall rolls over, his heart hammering in his chest as he feels the absence of their marriage in one singular space. He wanted to make things right with Poppy, to make things better, but he tainted it by falling for another woman. He broke his promise to her, and he will regret it for the rest of his life.

Poppy wanted nothing more than to scoot her body besides Niall’s- to feel his warmth, to hear his heavy breathing, the silent mumbling. Her soul screamed out for him to give her any sign to move closer to him. Poppy pulls the quilt over her shoulders and she hears the soft sighs of Niall. The ringing of Niall’s phone breaks the silence. He pulls the phone to his face, his eyes already adjusted to the light, and huffs before whispering a single curse word.

“Hey babe,” he squeezes his eyes shut, pinching the bridge of his nose. “No, everything is fine. Yeah, they got the flowers last week. Yeah,” Niall rolls over, looking over in Poppy’s general direction. “Yeah, she’s good. She’s asleep right now.” Niall rolls to side and sits up, holding his phone between his shoulder and ear. He rubs the nape of his neck. How many times had this happened to him and it was Penelope on the phone? It was familiar yet foreign at the same time. “How was your appointment? Did they say?” Niall turns to look over at Poppy’s still body unknowing that her body had went rigid when he answered the phone. She didn’t want to listen to every word, but it was impossible to ignore the adoration she held for the man that had only comforted her hours earlier.

“I love you too. Yeah, I’ll talk to you tomorrow. Good night, sweetheart,” He ends their conversation and sighs. He lays back down and rolls over with back to Poppy. Silence enveloped them as Poppy tried to push the declaration of love out of her mind. He loved her now. It was evident.

His quiet words, soft and dreamlike, in his drunken sleep, caught Poppy by surprise. She second guesses herself before turning over, replaying the three words in her head like a broken record. The three words she was most desperate to hear for a year now. They echoed off the wall and strangled her thoughts making her heart and soul scream for Niall. “I love you, Pop. I’m sorry.” Poppy covers her mouth, stifling the crying as she feels her heart break when the apology she needed came too late. 

Poppy wakes to Niall’s arm thrown over her torso. His calloused fingertips etching into her bare skin where her shirt had risen. Soft snores fill the room as Poppy slowly places her own hand over Niall, his stomach touching Poppy’s back. She stares at the ceiling, ignoring the pain in her bladder in need of relief. She wanted to relish in this moment by herself, hoping that Niall would forget last night’s conversation. For a moment, she forgets wait awaits her when Niall awakes.

Six Years Ago

Poppy studies the small boy that’s permanently smiling in a tee ball uniform. His bat hangs off his shoulder with his blue eyes squinting from the sun. There was no worry line or stress marks on his face to be found. Niall had been quite content once in his life. 

“Made a terrible first baseman,” Niall said, half laughing at the memory of his younger days. “Dad wanted me to try something different, and it was a complete disaster. Never picked up the sport again.”

“I’m sure it wasn’t that bad,” Poppy looked at her boyfriend with glee. She was nervous, meeting Niall’s parents, but for him to share his life with her was the pinnacle of their relationship. 

“I hit myself in the head with the bat.”

“Never mind,” Poppy rolls her lips in, trying not to laugh. Niall grasps Poppy’s fingers and leads her upstairs where Niall’s childhood bedroom still is in the same condition he left it in. Twin sized bunk beds lined the farthest wall with the Spiderman sheets still on display. A desk with an older computer sits in front of the window with a purple lava lamp still plugged in. Posters of half naked women and cars lined the free walls- a true male bedroom. 

“This is where the magic happened,” Niall shows Poppy the bedroom with outstretched arms. His smile was wide- proud of himself from starting here and making something of himself. 

“I’m sure with Mr. Winky over there, there was a lot of magic,” Poppy nodded to the worn teddy bear with one button eye. Niall quickly grabbed his stuffed animal guardingly before placing the bear back on the bed.

“He’s been in my life since I was born.” Niall sighs, letting the nostalgia of his past flood his mind. “Ya know, mom’s still cooking so we have a few minutes, if you…”

“She could hear us,” Poppy’s eyes close as Niall kisses his girlfriend’s neck, “Niall, I-”

“Just be quiet.” Niall breathed. They made love on the carpeted floor of Niall’s bedroom and it was the best they ever had.

Poppy feels Niall stir and she lets her gentle grip go. She sits up and rushes to the bathroom before Niall can speak to her.

Niall felt like shit. His head was pounding and the distinct feeling of regret loomed over him. He hated fighting with Poppy. He hated seeing her cry and he hated the reason why she was constantly crying. 

Niall grabs his phone and proceeds to call Shelby, hearing her voice soothes his mind only for a bit. The last part of their conversation replays in his head. He had been drunk, but not drunk enough to forget. He felt guilty for feeling happy in this moment. After they said their goodbyes, Niall sat up in the bed and reread his speech for later on today. He hated speaking publicly, but he was glad that Poppy would be next to him when he did. Poppy opens the bedroom door with only a towel covering her body, her wet blonde hair clinging to her back. She smiles slightly as she begins to lay out her black dress on the bed.

“Funerals today,” she says, her face and voice full of void. She sits at the desk and begins to put her makeup in front of the mirror.

“Did I say again last night that might…” Niall asks, the pit of his stomach empty like a black hole.  

“No,” Poppy says too quickly. She focuses back to her reflection as Niall stands behind Poppy. All she needed to do was tell him that she still loved him and he would get on his knees and beg for forgiveness. He hadn’t really known why he left Poppy for Shelby, just that he did and that he was miserable for doing so. The guilt was eating at him every day and it was an endless cycle for him to hate himself for the decisions he made. Shelby had been there in the tight dresses and high heels every day and the next thing he knew Shelby was on top of him in his office with her dress on the floor and his mouth was on her breasts. 

“Alright then, if you don’t want to talk…Maybe that’s why I didn’t fight. You just didn’t care anymore.” Niall walks out of the room, slamming the door leaving Poppy alone with her tears and silence.

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[1dcommunityficrecs]

Historical AUs!

We have 26 incredible fics submitted to this list, stretching from the fifth century up to the 1990s. We have stories that fit into just over 2,000 words, and others that are more than 200,000! This list includes one LiLo fic, and we also have our first ever non-English rec, with a French language fic -- truly the language of love.

To all my fellow history lovers, it's time to go apeshit. Read, reblog, comment, kudos, bookmark, tell your friends, all that jazz -- your local fanfic writer appreciates it!

Here In The Afterglow by fondleeds (88649, Not Rated, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson) - fic post Warnings: Violence, bullying, homophobia, slurs

1970’s AU. In a tiny town in Idaho, Louis’ life is changed forever by the arrival of a curious stranger.

Reccer says: The beautifully chosen words, the captivating story, the queer joy!!!

Unrequited by babyhoneyhslt (144000, Mature, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson) - fic post

Omega Prince Harry is send to France to marry Prince Louis, but instead of the nice boy he knew when they were children, he is met with a cold and distant husband and no idea as to why.

Reccer says: It was so interesting to follow along with this and try to figure out why Louis was behaving this way. And then later see them fall in love. Really liked it and can't recommend it enough.

Danger I can’t hide by CelticSky (227290, Explicit, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson) Warnings: War, homophobia

Flying Officer Styles and Sergeant Tomlinson would have likely never crossed paths in a time of peace, their lives laid out neatly, predictably before them. But then the world became unrecognisable. Too soon they grew accustomed to fear, surrounded by death and destruction, not even their freedom a certainty any more. Until they found each other. Comfort. Companionship. Understanding. Another person to lose.

Reccer says: It's one of those fics that I'd describe as monumental, masterful, epic. In my opinion, it should be made into a film, and brought to everyone's attention. The script is brilliant and relentless. The characters are subtle and nuanced. The writing is exemplary. A masterpiece.

Secrets in Winter by softfonds (82582, Explicit, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson) - fic post

If Harry Styles thought he was going to have a peaceful winter while staying far away from the rake who lived across the street, he was sorely wrong on two fronts. A Victorian AU.

Reccer says: I loved the plot and the character development of the main pairing.

A cycle of recycled revenge by Brokenbeaks (103302, Explicit, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson) - fic post

Foxburgh, England, 1983. In the heat of summer, wreathed by pastures, rolling knolls, and thatched-roof cottages, Louis takes on a new job: caretaking for a recently blinded man named Harry. As it begins, what seems like a simple task turns into a quest that costs him every last bit of his pride and tolerance. Harry is, in practice, a two-legged curse. And Louis is just gonna have to put up with it. Or: The one where Harry likes to infuriate Louis almost as much as he enjoys straddling his lap.

Reccer says: Absolutely excellent. I was a bit worried about how Harry's blindness would be handled, but it was done wonderfully. Perfect fic. Perfect writing. Perfect plot.

Through Lonely Streets and Neon Lights by Sweetly_disposed (25107, Mature, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson)

1920's era, Great Gatsby inspired. Harry is a poor boy living in the South Village. Every night he watches the North City come alive and longs of crossing the river to be a part of it and escape his dreary life. The infamous Mr Tomlinson lives across the river from Harry. His parties are the stuff of legend; people on both sides know about them, and all Harry wants is a chance to go to one. When fate swings his way and he finds himself in Mr Tomlinson's house, he gets much more than he could ever have bargained for.

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Chasing empty spaces by Lis (Domesticharry) (79028, Explicit, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson)

The year is 1934 and Harry Styles was to inherent the largest tobacco firm in the south. His parents have picked out the “perfect” girl for him to marry and he has the privilege of receiving the highest education possible. The problem was, Harry hadn’t realized he didn’t actually want any part of that future until he met a mechanic named, Louis Tomlinson.

Reccer says: This fic is simply magnificent. A must read

An invincible Summer by Brooklyn_Babylon (44627, Explicit, Harry Styles Louis Tomlinson)

Never content to stay in one place for long, a few months down south researching for his novel seemed like an idyllic, slow-paced summer to Louis. He wasn't ready for the blistering heat, the backbreaking work of watermelon picking, or how stifling the attitudes in rural Georgia would feel. And he definitely hadn’t anticipated falling in love with the farmer’s son. The summer of 1946 would turn out to be everything worth writing about.

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Box of Rain by Indierection (amandamoraisa) (26631, Explicit, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson)

1970 AU, Louis is a boxer and Harry a ring boy

Reccer says: The era is well transcribed (the way of life, the music), and the story is very charming.

Cela aussi passera (French-language fic) by Hazzunah (110721, Not Rated, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson)

1993: Louis is 16. It's summertime, by a lake in France. He meets Harry. 1999: Louis is in Japan; he hasn't seen Harry for 6 years, since that fateful summer. He thought he'd lost him forever.

Reccer says: For years, I've been reading only in English, but there's still the odd French fic that I come across that's really good. "This too shall pass" is one of them. It's set in the 90s, it's beautifully written, it's moving, and the characters are well characterized. For me, it's a gem. So I recommend it. For anyone who can read in French.

You Make The World Taste Better by LiveLaughLoveLarry/loveislarryislove (10000, Mature, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson) - fic post Warnings: Harassment and threats from the rival baker, culminating in physical violence and a grisly end in keeping with the fairy tale

A twist on Hansel and Gretel as a rivalry between bakers, based on Hans Traxler’s fictional non-fictional text "The Truth About Hansel and Gretel"

Reccer says: This fic is such a wild adaptation of a story almost everyone knows, capturing both the sweet (literally, since Harry is a baker haha) elements and also the darkness of the tale.

No One Like You by myownspark (20000, Mature, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson) - fic post

Louis Tomlinson and Harry Styles were noted painters in the 19th century. Louis was a Neoclassicist, Harry a Romantic -- totally different, nothing in common, no connection. But centuries later, art historians Niall and Liam find something that suggests perhaps the two were more intertwined than people think.

Reccer says: I love the parallel timelines, watching Louis and Harry's relationship develop and fracture and heal at the same time as watching Niall and Liam discover things. We see pieces of history they're trying to puzzle together, and then we see the history as it happened, what it really was and what it meant to them.

Bloom by LadyAJ_13 (28909, Teen, Liam Payne/Louis Tomlinson) - fic post Warnings: Non-graphic violence, period-typical attitudes

In early 1970s Oxford, Detective Sergeant Louis Tomlinson has to deal with the dual pressures of a case that hits too close to home, and the arrival of new colleague Liam Payne.

Reccer says: This was an incredible, atmospheric, moody historical mystery fic. Topped off with a lovely, happy ending that had me tearing up.

Under Electric Candlelight by littleroverlouis (5051, Explicit, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson) - fic post

In the 1970s, small town veterinarian Louis moves to NYC and meets a beauty at the bar named H who sometimes goes by Lola.

Reccer says: So immersive you feel like you're in 1970s Manhattan. The characters are truly electric and lovely.

this is my jam by disgruntledkittenface (4513, Mature, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson) - fic post

Harry goes to a gay bathhouse for the first time. 90s AU.

Reccer says: This story is so much more than it first appears. I could feel the atmosphere and the emotion of the moment of the characters finding a freedom that didn't exist for them outside of the bathhouse's walls. It's an absolutely beautiful (and hot) exploration of such a specific time and place. So layered and thoughtful and hopeful and real.

After Dark, After Light by QuickedWeen (71440, Explicit, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson) - fic post Warnings: Kidnapping, battlefield

Louis Tomlinson is the mysterious commander of the Sutherland army sent back with Harry on orders from his laird to help shore up Clan Edwards' defenses. As the winter draws nearer by the day, the two are thrown together to prepare for the invasion that they expect as soon as the ground thaws.

Reccer says: This fic just sweeps you away to the Scottish Highlands! Such a fun historical romance!

the sanctity of patience by scrunchyharry (22521, Teen, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson) - fic post

When young Lord Harry was chosen by King Louis of Bavaria to become his husband and prince consort, Harry thought all of his dreams had come through. His illusions came crashing down when he understood it meant living in isolation in the alpine castle of Neuschwanstein with a husband who turned out to be far from what he had hoped for.

Reccer says: The writing is gorgeous and immersive. The characters are so vivid and I loved the way their journey to love played out.

Ace of Spades by allwaswell16 (78000, Explicit, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson) - fic post Warnings: depictions of violence, drug use

Louis is a pirate, Harry is his captive, and no one is who they say they are.

Reccer says: Once I started reading, I couldn't put it down. The plot twists! The suspense! The intrigue!

Adore You by Isthatyoularry (66979, Mature, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson)

Arrange marriage AU, Harry initially hates Louis and their arrangement but goes along with it for the summer. Louis is perfect for him tho, as much as harry hates to admit it. They last.

Reccer says: The word building. Stubborn harry. Pining louis. Catching feelings. Hate to love.

We Can Find a Place to Feel Good by yeah_alright/uhoh-but-yeah-alright (8000, Teen, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson) - fic post

1960s AU inspired by Treat People With Kindness. Harry attends school dances over the years, meeting Louis and learning more about himself and what he loves.

Reccer says: Just so completely sweet and hopeful! Captures the vibe of the song so well!

The Garden Part 1 by Throwthemflowers/hazzabeeforlou (13000, Explicit, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson) - fic post Warnings: Major character death, war

Biblical AU - 5th Century. A prince (Louis) falls in love with his father’s musician (Harry) in the midst of war.

Reccer says: This story is so hard to describe (it's Part 1 of a truly incredible 3-part series) but it's intense and brilliant and epic. The love here is all consuming and it comes through in the writing. Completely unique.

Ever Since I Tried Your Way by fairytalefemme (25896, Explicit, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson) Warnings: internalized homophobia

40s/50s AU. Harry leaves his bride-to-be at the altar, runs away from his life, and finds a kind farmer who lets him stay.

Reccer says: Such a sweet, tender exploration of love and self.

With Words Unspoken by jacaranda_bloom (18000, Explicit, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson) - fic post

Older Louis and Harry. 50ish Louis returns to a cabin he'd visited many years before and it's a hippie commune type place where he finds Harry.

Reccer says: It just made me SO HAPPY. Peaceful and lovely.

1957: here to take my medicine by zita17/louisandtheaquarian (2652, Explicit, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson) - fic post

Beat poets Louis Tomlinson and Harry Styles blow off some steam before a reading.

Reccer says: Literally transports you to this particular time and place. And so so hot.

The murmur of yearning by Mediawhore (93300, Mature, Harry Styles/ Louis Tomlinson) Warnings: Rape/non-con attempts, death of character, slurs etc

Harry upon the death of his husband he was forced to marry find companionship and support in the arms of Land steward mr. tomlinson. Together they try to prove harry didnt murder his husband.

Reccer says: Regency era. Dark academia. Mystery and suspense. Forbidden love trope. The angst and mutual pining. Harry in corsets!

Love you in the dark by Perzikze (9225, Explicit, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson) Warnings: Dubious consent i think, loss of virginity

Story of a historical wedding night. Innocent Harry has no idea what goes down during the wedding night; Louis eases him through it.

Reccer says: Innocent harry. Supportive Louis. It's adorable and sexy at once!

Stay tuned for the next list theme! It's similar... but different... ;)

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[venusjaynie]

harry styles social media au!

harry styles x fem!horan!reader

summary: fans have speculated for years that harry has some kind of secret relationship with niall horan's little sister that he hasn't disclosed to the public. little do they know...

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yourinstagram

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yourinstagram: i couldn't want you anymore :)

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hellolovers: HARRY WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE

↳ slayrry: STOP WHY IS ANNE HERE TOO

harrystyles

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harrystyles: Kiss in the kitchen like it's a dance floor. 🤍

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yourinstagram: nice kitchen x

↳ harrystyles: it's not mine ;)

harriesberries: THERES NO WAY

↳ harryscherries: THE MATCHING LYRICS?? HELLO??

↳ hellolovers: surely it's @yourinstagrams kitchen

↳ harriesberries: it HAS to be

yourinstagram

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yourinstagram: shit quality, perfect right angle.

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harrystyles: I thought you had a better view than this? Why is it so zoomed in?

↳ yourinstagram: one of your doting fans sent me this and i zoomed it in even further :)

stylan: im sorry why is she so funny

↳ harriesberries: have we decided that their couple name is stylan??

↳ stylan: absolutely.

niallhoran: Did you measure the angle with a protractor?

↳ yourinstagram: of course i did

harriesberries

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harriesberries: harry leaving rumoured girlfriend @/yourinstagram's (supposed) LA apartment building yesterday!

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harryupdates: stop i love them sm

slayrry: guys i get that we want them to be together and stuff but maybe we shouldnt repost pap pics? we should probs just leave their relationship be and let them go about telling people.

↳ hslotupdates: i agree

harrystyles

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harrystyles: Love on Tour. Hamburg, Germany.

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yourinstagram: best. show. ever.

↳ harrystyles: I'm glad you were there :)

harriesberries: SURELY NOT

↳ harrysharries: I LOVE THEM SO MUCH

annetwist: Loved every minute of the show Harry! ❤️

↳ yourinstagram: so glad you flew out with me anne 🫶🫶

↳ harriesberries: HUH

yourinstagram

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yourinstagram: in my lover era xx

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harrystyles: Love you

↳ yourinstagram: hi lover ���

gemmastyles: cuties

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ynhorannnn: i love them so much it hurts.

↳ harriesberries: real.

harrystyles

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harrystyles: I hear the cool kids call this a soft launch.

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yourinstagram: imagine getting princess treatment like that. that is one lucky girl!

↳ harrystyles: She really is. Good thing I literally live to give her the princess treatment she deserves.

niallhoran: You'll be getting the "what are your intentions" talk this Christmas, Mr Styles.

↳ yourinstagram: niall stop embarrassing me 😭

↳ nialhoran: it's my job kid.

↳ hellolovers: best. sibling. duo. ever.

yourinstagram

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yourinstagram: pls go buy some pleasing merch so harry can buy me a big fat engagement ring (im kidding i promise. you should buy pleasing stuff cause it's actually really cute (like my boyfriend))

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harrystyles: Maybe I've already bought that "big fat engagement ring"

↳ yourinstagram: WHAT THE FUCK STOP IT NOW

↳ harriesberries: STOP SHUT THE FUCK UP WHAT THE ANBIFDDJERIGFBHEWNFOSHFVGUDRBNGL

↳ stylan: REAL WHAT THE HELL OH MY

ynfan2004: yn says buy pleasing so im gonna go buy some pleasing

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harrystyles

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harrystyles: Back at it ;)

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yourinstagram: woahhhh who's this cutie patootie infront of me

↳ harrystyles: You sure you aren't looking in a mirror?

↳ yourinstagram: stop making me blush mr styles

↳ harrystyles: No can do Mrs (soon-to-be) Styles

↳ yourinstagram: you're sounding awfully confident there sweetheart

↳ harriesberries: it feels like im reading their texts

#harry styles x y/n #harry styles fic #harry styles x you #niall horan #harry styles #harry styles hslot #hslot #instagram au #harry styles instagram au #jayne writes

[ultimatesoupdemon]

niall is easily overwhelmed by singular colours, so he loves to wear things other than red from time to time! he just has to hope stanley doesn’t quite literally kill him for it…

he’s a lil goof. a beauty. a cutie patootie, even

#the stanley parable #stanley parable #tsp narrator #tsp au #tsp #tspud #the narrator #gorefell #gorefell au #gorefell niall #gorefell narrator #goreswap #goreswap au