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fanfic-girlie · 4 years

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He cheats but you find out you’re pregnant

A/N: please excuse the grammar, english is not my first language.

warning: angst

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It has been a month since you found out. You were chilling in your apartment with your 4-year-old daughter when you got a text message from a friend, it was a picture of him kissing another woman. There was no doubt it was him, you didn’t want to believe it, but there it was, on that day you felt like your world was ending. “There it is again” you thought, nothing good lasts forever, at least, not with you they don’t. An entire 6 year relationship, all the plans, the trust.. everything slipping away.

To say that you were brokenhearted was an understatement, for the last month you had to pretend you were okay, you could barely sleep, you weren’t eating, and what was making you even worse was having to ignore him. Even though he did what he did to you, you still felt bad about ghosting him, and there was nothing you wanted more than to talk to him, you knew that you’d have to eventually, but you weren’t ready yet. He knew that you knew, and he was growing more frustrated by not having news from you, being away on tour for 3 months now, not having seen you in the last 2, there was nothing he missed more than you and his baby girl, but there wasn’t anything he could do now. Realizing you weren’t going to talk to him, he decided to call his sister and have her make sure you were okay.

He wasn’t coming home for another month, but he still had to talk to Helena, she would ask about him everyday, so you decided to let Gemma stay with you for a while to help you with her and facetime her dad whenever she wanted to talk to him. He would ask about you every time he called, but you made sure to be as far away as possible when they were facetiming, you knew that if you heard his voice, you would want to talk to him. Gemma would always make up excuses for you, and Helena didn’t even know what was going on, she was only worried about when daddy was coming home, letting him know every time how much she missed him.

The pictures were leaked, now the whole world knew the kind of person he was, and the “poor thing” you were. That was the last thing that you wanted, now you had to stay home so you wouldn’t be bombarded with paparazzi and questions and sad messages from people you didn’t even know, you decided to deactivate all of your social media, you couldn’t take another minute of it.

Another month had passed and Harry’s arrival was coming closer, you didn’t know what you were going to do, you couldn’t just kick him out, Helena would be crazy if he didn’t sleep with her when he got home. It was all she could talk about, daddy this.. daddy that, you sighed as she babbled about him for the eleventh time today, while taking a sip of your coffee. A ring on the doorbell shook you off your distraction, you and Gemma exchanged a confused look, you weren’t waiting on anybody and Harry wasn’t supposed to come home for another three days.

She opened the door, and there he was, suitcases, sunglasses and not a very good mood. Helena ran off to the door as soon as she heard his voice, apparently he wasn’t expecting Gemma to still be there by the time he got home. Crouching down, he opened his arms and received his very british little gal, even though you lived in California, she still managed to get her dad’s accent. He spun her around, her giggles filling the living room. He took off his sunglasses and you were glad to see he looked like absolute shit, just like you. His eyes red and puffy, his stubble growing bigger, hair disheveled. His eyes scanned the room, looking for you, he looked in the kitchen’s direction and his eyes met yours, you held his gaze for a while and decided your coffee looked really interesting all of a sudden. You heard Gemma try, unsuccessfully to take your daughter upstairs so you could talk, but she wasn’t having it, she didn’t want to be with anyone else but Harry.

He didn’t have another option, so he spent the day with her trying to tire her off until she slept and he could talk to you. You didn’t exchange a word until Helena passed out on his lap, his eyes eventually finding you, he didn’t sleep on the plane, thinking about what he would say to you, but now that he was here, he couldn’t seem to find the words. Your stomach turning every time he looked at you, and you fighting the urge to cry.

He cleared his throat, catching your attention. “I…” he sighed “don’t even know what to say”, you nodded, looking at the wall behind him to not get lost in those beautiful green eyes, those eyes you were so deeply in love with.

“You know, the worst thing is.. I know this isn’t my fault, I know I didn’t do anything wrong, but still everyday for the past two months I couldn’t sleep thinking ‘Was I not enough?’” he watched you carefully, his eyes getting sadder each time you spoke “I’ve been going to therapy again, and I’m taking meds to sleep ‘cause you got me so fucked up” you chuckled “you knew all about me, my story and my previous relationships, all I asked is for you to not do the same thing they did to me, and when I finally felt like I could trust someone again, you go and do the exact same thing they all did. Guess you’re not as different as I thought.” You said, remembering when you started dating and he told you “I’m not like these other guys”

You didn’t even realized you had started crying until he gave you a tissue and tried to hug you, nudging him off, you got up and immediately felt dizzy, in two seconds you were hunched over the toilet, throwing your dinner up and he was taking your hair off your face, you couldn’t even get mad as you were so vulnerable. He helped you up, you washed your face and drank a little bit of water, his concerned eyes never leaving you. “Are you feeling better?”.

You nodded in response “Must’ve been something I ate”.

“Are you sure it’s not…something else?” you snapped your head at him, ready to start going off again, but then realizing you were, in fact, late.

You immediately ran upstairs, going in the bedroom the two of you shared, for the last two months you had been sleeping in the guest bedroom, not being able to stay in a room filled with memories of you two. He realized that you hadn’t been sleeping there, the bed was made, and the room extremely clean, like it never was before. Going in the bathroom, you got a pregnancy test you’d keep in the cabinet, his eyebrows frowned, looking at you.

You raised an eyebrow at him, “Really? Come on (Y/N)” realizing you wouldn’t budge, he left the bathroom and waited patiently at the door, looking around the bedroom trying to distract himself. A few moments later you opened the door, and let him in again. The both of you staying quiet, just waiting the result.

You were extremely anxious and wasn’t trying to hide it, what would you do if you were pregnant again? You couldn’t raise two kids by yourself.. Your thoughts were cut off by him “Look” “I’m scared, you look” “Let’s look together, okay?” you nodded, biting your lip, and grabbing the test with him, a ‘PREGNANT’ appeared on the stick. You started sobbing uncontrollably, he hugged you and you let him. Feelings torn between happiness and sadness, he was extremely excited he would become a daddy again, but not so happy because he knew you wouldn’t accept him back so quickly.

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buck-nialled · 4 years

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Hi love. I was wondering if you wouldn't mind writing a Niall imagine where he‘s live on IG and playing a song on the piano and you sit on his lap to cuddle, oblivious that he’s on live (like the tik toks of girlfriends sitting on their boyfriends laps while they play video games). Could you do like the fans reactions and have the fans love them and the cute content? Thank you so much x

i actually had a similar concept in my mind a couple of days ago so THANK YOU ANON bc you read my mind

My Lovely - N. Horan Blurb

Your boyfriend sat behind the piano, twiddling the ivory keys and mumblings random strings of melodies in front of his phone. You could not help the smile that graced your lips to see him purely in his element, the sight of him candidly humming and chuckling to himself as filled your insides with euphoria like no other thing. It did not come across your mind that your figure had wandered into the frame. Niall’s eyes failed to peek up from his hands idly pressing keys to the comments acknowledging your presence in capital letters and exclamation points. A sudden urge to just be near him surged through your being and before he could catch your figure running up behind him on his phone screen, you were sat down in his lap with your arms wrapped loosely around his neck. A startles gasp left his lips, and the breeze your body sent with your surprising him make goosebumps raise up on his arms.

But after realizing what just occurred, a small laugh left his lips and his eyes saw even more comments flooding in. “Can I help you with something, princess?” Niall asks, letting one of his warm, gently roughed up hands leave the keys to come to rub up and down on your back. “Just bored, want to cuddle you.” After mumbling out your lame excuse for Niall’s affection, a small laugh left his lips and he turned his attention back to the tens of thousands who were watching your snuggle fest live.

“You guys should know who this is, my lovely.” Niall introduced you, though it was not needed. Four years’ worth of photos featuring the two of you as strangers, to friends, to the couple, was already online for any eyes to pry. But he accentuates the nickname with a hearty kiss on your cheek, just in case. More hearts come in, heart eyes and the occasional “aww” joining them.

Your eyes widened and you turned to face the phone, cheeks flushing a scarlet so deep the phone could not help but focus on your shocked face. “I didn’t know you were live…I’m sorry.” Your voice quiets to a whisper, and you felt so flustered that at that moment, all you could do was hide your face in the crook between his shoulder and neck.

“You’re okay, love. Look, think they missed you more than me.” Reluctantly turning towards his phone, once again, you see just how many people got excited from your appearance. Deep down, it made your stomach flutter at how proud he was to show you off to the world, even if you were still scared to reveal who you were with to friends outside of social media and celebrity news. The number of viewers at the top of the screen grew as well, and a few verified accounts joined the absolute party going down with fans in the comments.

mtvGOALS GOALS GOALS GOALS GOALS

shawnmendesMY PARENTS ARE SO IN LOVE

dualipau guys are the cutest

“Damn we should go live together more often,” Niall comments, as he rests his chin on your shoulder. “They love you more than me!” He laughs to himself, seeing how much love and support you were being given. He brings his hand down from your upper back and lets it pause on your hip to give it a gentle squeeze. Your eyes glint at the silver ring that was on his left hand and your smile only grows as you reach your own hand down to rest on his. You connect eyes with him and mouth a small “I love you”. And despite the audience not being able to see or hear it, they know you said it when Niall mouthed back without hesitation “I love you too” before bringing your hand up and planting a kiss on it.

thank you again to the person who requested this! i’m always up for exploring my writing ability, so if you’d like to leave a request in my inbox go for it!

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niall-the-churchboy · 4 years

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On the road ~ One direction

In which Y/n falls from her bed and Liam is concerned. This is set on WWA tour, 2014.

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You’ve never had problems with sleeping, in fact you can sleep pretty much everywhere. But the bus, the tour bus is a complete other thing. The mattress is thin, and the cubic-like bed makes you feel traped. But the schedule is so tight ,you are always tired enough to roll in bed without any problems.

This isn’t the first time you tour with the boys, more like the third, however this time you’ll be accompanying them until the first half of the tour given that you have a certain event you need to attend to in London. The boys are not happy with this, and to be honest, you aren’t either. They are your family, and thinking about being apart for so long makes you sick in the stomach. But sometimes you have to appreciate and enjoy what you have.

And certainly, you and the boy have been doing exactly that, and after a long day of running around escaping from interviews and outfit changes, you all couldn’t bare to keep standing.

And you were sleeping, but the bus is moving significantly tonight and you were jolt awake. And that leaves you here, turning back and forth on the miniature bed while grabbing the sheets for dear life. It’s freaking cold!

You hear the snores of the five guys and instantly feel jealous, you can only not sleep, but have to hear their ridiculous loud snores mixed with their boyish-odor.

The bus makes a sudden strong turn and you feel yourself falling from the bunk. “Ow!”, you complain when your butt hits the floor, the curtains to the other five beds are quickly opened and you see five perked faces leaning to see you.

“Y/n, are you okay?!”, Liam is the first to leave the comfort of his bed and run to your side. Louis on the other hand starts laughing at you eventually making Niall laugh too. “Yeah, I’m fine. My bum just hurts”, you say pouting. Liam pulls you up as Harry leaves his bed, “I’ll go check what’s going on”, the curly-haired announces as he walks to the front of the bus. Liam starts inspecting your arms and head, looking for cuts or bruises, but after awhile he understands you just fell and thankfully, you are okay. At this, you all decide to go back to sleep, after all tomorrow is a long day too.

You close your eyes and try to sleep, but its probably the adrenaline of falling that’s preventing you from sleeping soundly, so after awhile, you decide to watch some tv on the small bus lounge.

“Y/n?”, you hear your name being called, the bright light of the tv illuminating your face. “Y/n, where are you-?”, Liam walks in, looking at your comfy state, he sighs, “I almost lost my mind! I cant’s sleep so I decided to check on you again, and you weren't there”, he explains and you scoot to the side of the couch, patting for him to sit next to you. “M’ sorry, can’t sleep either”, you explain. Liam nods and places an arm around your shoulders, bringing you closer to him, “It’s okay, Y/n. I just got scared.” You giggle at him, placing your head on his shoulders, “I’m okay, daddy direction”.

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wingedchildqueen · 4 years

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10 Things I ___ about you

Hey guys/ I’m on a hunt for a fic that was deleted by its author. They are a pretty well known author in the fandom. They wrote alot of popular fics like “A house built of stone”. The author went by the name “robpatff” on ao3 and I absolutely loved their fic “10 things I __ about you. It is a Niall/Zayn (ziall) fic where Niall loses his memory after an accident and forgets he and zayn were together. It is absolutely ADORABLE.

If anyone has a copy saved I would greatly appreciate it if they could send it my way. Much love and much thanks. Thanks in advance guys.

P.S I do have a copy of “a house built of stone” if anyone may want it so let me know.

EDIT: I have found 10 things!!!!! if anyone is interested in a copy let me know.

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juicyfruitlove · 4 years

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BitterSweet Lies (Niall Horan Fanfic) (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/ZhsSkls083 What would you do if you found out you were pregnant? Something that is suppose to be a happy day has been nothing more than a haunted memory for me.It's been almost 2 long year since I have seen, let alone be in the same room as my ex. Now I am not only forced to face my ex, but I am being forced to go on a headlining tour with him too! Did I for…

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1-800-imagines · 4 years

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no control. |h.s| (on Wattpad) - click the title to read (:

Rowan Watson is a sophomore at Dartmouth. She had everything going for her. A boyfriend, a great job, a best friend. But what happens when she finds herself unexpectedly drawn towards her professor, Dr. Styles? Will limits her tested? Will she give up control of her seemingly perfect life?

hi! go read my harry fic if you love me, please and thanks

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younghearts-stories · 1 year

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high noon: chapter eighteen

I love everything about you, those five words repeat themselves again. Five innocent words I'm sure Harry doesn't even realize the impact of. Or maybe he does. Or maybe he can't even see the slight panic on my face as he leans down to kiss me, just like I don't see his own attempt to hide his panicked eyes at the realization of what he's said because I've never been told that before, by anyone and it coming from his lips feels like the greatest compliment in the world.

Chapter 18, three's a crowd, is now up!

Read it here: tumblr | wattpad | catch up here (temporarily on wattpad because the chapters are all updated there)

#hi omg #its been forever #I feel like I say that a lot but writers block is a bitch #im so excited to update a new chapter ahhhh #high noon #harry styles #Rory prescott #hnupdate #1dff #onedirectionfanfiction #onedirectionfanfic #1dfanfics #harry styles fanfiction #harrystylesfanfiction #harrystylesfic #harrystyles #Niall Horan #1dffupdates #1dupdates

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neonweeknds · 4 years

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i forgot about this lowkey :/ but ANYWAYS i’ve been working on a harry fic :) it’s called golden and it’s posted to wattpad already. it’s super soft harry & idk if anyone would want me to post it on here too or...???? if you wanna read it on wattpad my username is neonweekends :)))) anyways let me know!!

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storyofmymotherfuckinglife · 4 years

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FOR NOW - 1. (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/78pLuYbZ85 It was a modern West Side Story. He loved me, I loved him... ... but we never would've guessed it wasn't enough.

My first story after yeaaaars of not writing.

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stylesshots · 5 years

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Better Days (part 1)

Word Count: 2.7k

Concept: After their breakup, Harry reminisces his past with Y/N and realizes that they aren’t too far gone with the help of Liam.

IT’S LONG BUT WORTH IT!

I don’t think I’ve ever felt this low in my twenty-five years of life.

It has been weeks since I left my apartment, weeks since I’ve even stepped on the concrete ground. Being out meant I’d have to deal with whatever my reality was now, the reality that I didn’t have her anymore. I wanted to stay in the past, I spent days wrapped around the sheets that we were once wrapped in together, I sat alone at the dining table we ate our first dinner together at. I was so alone.

I didn’t mind the silence, however. I’d rather silence than anyone else’s voice, the only voice I wanted to hear was her’s. But she was out in the world now, probably not caring about where I was or where I needed her to be. At least I hope she is, I don’t want her feeling what I’m feeling right now.

I sat on the couch and flipped through the channels, nothing caught my eye. I chose the NBA finals, I can’t watch any television without seeing some couple falling in love, so hopefully, basketball can break that pattern. But everything reminded me of her.

“Harry! We have to go!” Y/N whined. She pulled my arm with all her strength but barely moved me an inch. She stood there with an annoyed look on her face, I was making her late but I couldn’t stop smiling at how angry she was over a stupid basketball game. “Harry, please!” She dragged me out of our bedroom and towards the front door.

“Love, I need my shoes from the bedroom,” I told her. She rolled her eyes at me and ran back into our room, bringing back a pair of beat-up sneakers, “You’re joking,”

“No,” She said confidently, “You’re going to a basketball game, not a ball, Harry,”

“We’re going to be courtside, right?” I told her, she nodded and began to put on her heels.

“Which is why we can’t be late!” She pointed down to my shoes.

I tried my best to stifle my laugh, making her even more annoyed.

“Why are you laughing?” She groaned, but her groan turned into a light laugh. I pulled her close to me and planted a kiss on her forehead. “What was that for?” She wrapped her hand around mine.

“I love you,” I told her.

Her cheeks turned a bright red and she squeezed my hand, “I love you too... can we get going?”

If I knew that one day I wouldn’t be able to say those words to her, I promise you I would never have stopped.

My phone rang against my leg and the screen lit up, *Liam*. For a moment, I wasn’t going to answer. But in the last 19 days, the boys have been left in the dark just like the fans and the media and that wasn’t fair.

“Hello?” I answered. My voice was raspy and worn out, was this the first time I’ve spoken to someone all week?

“You sound like shit,” Liam scoffed. I put my finger on the red button and as the call ended, Liam started banging on my front door.

“Open up, Harold!” Liam cheered through the door.

I felt a migraine coming over me but I still got up to open the door for Liam.

“I brought takeaway,”

Before I could get a word in, Liam pushed the door open the rest of the way and set a large brown paper bag on my dining table. I could see him scanning the apartment covered in clothes and dirty dishes. It was honestly embarrassing to let someone in with all this shit lying around.

“Thanks,” I said as I pushed some of the clothes towards the center of the table so we could eat comfortably.

“You’ve been eating?” He asked me.

I shrugged and watched him pull out a container of soup from the bag, “Yeah,” I paused, “If you count frozen pizzas and dry cereal as a meal,” Liam shook his head and slid the soup towards me, “I’m good, mate...”

“Eat,” Liam insisted, “It’s from the place on Birmingham Avenue that you were raving about,”

I could tell he was trying to make conversation, but I just wanted to get whatever this was over.

“Liam, why have you come here?” I groaned began to mix around the soup.

Liam folded his hands in his lap and took in a sharp breath, “Why do you think, Harry? No one has heard from you since the breakup, not even Gemma. Your mum says you’ve been declining her calls all week and even before that, you just kept telling her you’re fine. Obviously, you’re not fine...” He gestured around the room.

“Of course, I’m not okay- but I don’t want to be bombarded by friends and family when I’m not ready,” I told him.

“We don’t want to, that’s why I’m here,” He sighed.

“So you’re just going to relay whatever I say to you, to the next person?” I asked him. I shouldn’t have opened that damn door.

“Harry, I’m not here to pick a fight with you. But everyone is worried, even Y/N-” He took in a sharp breath and the sound of her name made me take one as well.

“What about Y/N?” I quickly asked.

His face turned from nervous to concern, “You haven’t spoken to her?” I looked down at my feet, “Harry, what happened? How did you go from being inseparable to... to whatever this is now?”

Inseparable- how did we become the opposite of that?

My first solo tour was beginning and who better to have by my side than Y/N? It was crazy how far we’ve come in the last few years together. I met her when MITAM was just released and now here she was, standing backstage at almost every show so far, cheering like she was a fan.

“Harry, you’re going to be late,” She warned as she wrapped her hands around the back of my neck.

“I can’t be late to the show if I’m the show,” I scoffed. My lips connected back with her and she climbed onto my lap. My hands traveled down from her waist to her thighs, her lips moved down to my neck. If it were up to me I’d never leave from here.

I felt her breath on my neck as she warned me of the time again, but instead, I pulled her closer to me. The combination of her perfume filling my nostrils and the feeling of her lips on my skin almost sent me over the edge. I used all my strength to stop myself from grabbing her and laying her down on this couch.

“Okay,” She groaned and pulled herself off of me, my hands stayed on her waist as she fixed her hair and collar, “Harry, you have to go,” She pushed my hands gently off her waist.

“You’ll be waiting here for me?” I asked her, she planted a soft kiss on my cheek.

“Always,” She smiled, “Now go,”

Liam waved his hand in my face and brought me back to reality, “Harry, can you please focus?”

“I feel like I’m suffocating,” I confessed, as harsh as the words were, I felt a small weight come off my shoulders, “I see us in everything, this apartment... I can’t look at anything without it reminding me of her and each time I remember, it feels like a wave crashing on me when I’m already down,”

Liam stayed silent for a moment and sat back up in his seat, “Then let’s go,” he motioned toward the door, “Stay at my place,”

It wasn’t a bad idea, I needed out.

“I’d have to pack some clothes and-”

“Go pack some clothes then, Harry. I’ll go bring the car around, you gather your shit...” He looked around the house again, “Stay for a week or two,”

“Thank you, Liam...” I wiped the last of the tears from my face.

Liam stood up and grabbed his car keys, “Five minutes,”

I walked down the hallway and put my hand on the doorknob, I haven’t been in our- my bedroom since the night I drank a whole bottle of whiskey myself. When I opened the door, the scene was worse than I could remember. The dresser was knocked over, bottles of cologne broken and poured all over the ground, a vase of flowers shattered by our bed, clothes thrown all over the room. I navigated my way around all the glass and grabbed my suitcase.

“Harry?” Her sleepy voice sounded through the phone, “Harry, it’s 2am,”

“I know,” I sighed, I needed to hear her voice.

“You can’t keep calling me,” She told me.

“Then why’d you pick up?” I shot back. There was silence for a few seconds and I heard her shuffle in bed.

“Harry, are you drunk?” She asked.

I knew she’d see right through a lie, but the truth would make her angrier. I stuck with silence.

“I miss you,” I ignored the lump forming in my throat, “Come back,”

Before I could get another word in, I heard a beep and she was gone.

That’s all I remember of that night; after she hung up I threw my phone across the room and the destruction began. It was also the last time we ever spoke. I didn’t have the courage to ever dial her number after that night.

I opened my closet and just threw anything that looked clean into the suitcase, it’s not like I was going to go out for a photo shoot anytime this week. I grabbed a shirt from the corner and under it was a necklace. The one I’d given Y/N for our one year anniversary.

I felt a deep pang in my chest, why would she ever leave this behind? Why did she hide it for me to find? Was it part of some sick joke? I threw the necklace in the pile of broken glass, it was going in the trash with the rest of it.

I continued packing and once I finished, I found myself wanting to unpack and just stay here, part of me knew that leaving meant that I was finally starting to get better. I took my suitcase and rushed out of the house before my brain could convince itself to stay here and when I shut the front door, I knew I was making the right choice by leaving.

Liam popped open the trunk and looked a bit relieved, “For a moment, I thought you weren’t coming,”

“Almost didn’t,” I smirked.

The car ride to Liam’s wasn’t going to be too long, but I knew he was going to make it feel like hours by making me pour out my heart in his passenger seat.

“Are you ready to tell me what happened?” He asked me.

I don’t think I was ever going to be ready to tell anyone what happened so what was the point in staying silent any longer?

“Are you even listening to what I’m saying?” Y/N pounded her fist on the table and stood from her chair.

“I am listening, but you sound ridiculous!” I yelled back.

“I’m ridiculous?” She folded her arms across her chest, “We’ve been having the same fight for weeks because you aren’t listening to me, Harry. You’re making me feel crazy for having to bring it up every week!”

“Then why do you bring it up?!” I took a step towards her.

She gave me a look that sent shivers down my spine, but I refused to let my face show it.

“Harry, I need to take a break and you’re not listening. When we first got together, I told you that I can’t deal with the paparazzi and the fans, but I pushed through it because I love you. But now I can’t open my phone without seeing someone wishing death on me and I know that’s not your fault, but I want to go home,”

Home for her meant Oregon, for me it meant here- England.

“Y/N, you know I never want to see you hurt,” I told her and she nodded, “So go home, I’ll finish the tour and then we’ll go back to England. Five weeks,”

She put her head in her hands and sighed, “No, Harry.”

I could hear her sniffling but she kept her face covered, “Harry, I want to go home and stay there. I’m not happy here,”

“We’ve been together for years, Y/N. We’ve bought an apartment in England-”

“It’s not England, Harry!” She shouted, “I need to be out of the spotlight! I need to be able to live my life without a fan or photographer shouting at me every time I leave my house!”

My heart sunk and I connected the dots, “So it’s not England. It’s me,”

Her face froze and I could tell that she didn’t even see it that way, but that’s what she had been meaning to say all along, “No,” She wiped her tears, “No, Harry. I love you, you know that. Harry, look at me,” Her voice broke. My eyes focused on the window behind her, a beautiful view of the water.

“If I’m such a problem in your life, then leave,” My voice was cold but my blood was boiling.

“You’re not,” She cried, “Harry, it’s not you,”

She tried to convince me, but everything she’d been saying the last few weeks convinced me of the opposite. England, paparazzi, the fans, touring- it all had one thing in common, me.

“Get out,” I told her, my voice was quiet but low.

“No,” She stood from her chair and moved towards me, but instead I got up and went towards the bedroom. She followed me and continued to call my name, but I completely ignored her.

I grabbed her suitcase and threw it on the bed, she put her hand to her mouth as I started throwing all her shit in, she didn’t even try to stop me.

“Go to Oregon, Y/N,” I told her, I could hear her crying behind me. How did it get so bad so fast?

“Harry, I want to be with you,” She put her arm on my shoulder to turn me around, but I didn’t budge. I carelessly shoved more of her belongings into the suitcase.

“I’m not leaving,” She took her hand off my shoulder and sat in front of me on the bed. The heartbreak in her face almost made me fall to my knees, but I couldn’t fold on this. I couldn’t be with someone who had the slightest thought of leaving. Leave before you’re left.

“Fine,” I sighed, her face lit up for a second and I zipped her suitcase up and dragged it out of the room. She followed me out and tried to grab it from me.

“Harry, stop!” I ignored her and continued down the hall. She ran behind me and relentlessly tried to grab at the luggage. I swung open the front door and tossed the suitcase to the sidewalk.

“Goodbye,” I crossed my arms over my chest and she stared at me with her jaw dropped.

“Harry...” Her voice was broken, “Are you serious?”

I looked down at my feet and noticed the gold necklace hanging from my neck with a simple rose on it, I ripped it from my neck and it tore in two places, “Here,” I handed it to her, “Use it to buy your ticket home. I’ll send someone with the rest of your things,”

Was this really happening?

I watched as she grabbed the necklace from my hands, the last time our skin would touch. I watched as she slipped on her slippers and walked passed me at a painfully slow pace, once she was out the door she turned around to say something. Then she watched me shut the door in her face.

I looked at Liam and he was staring at the road, “Harry-”

“I know,” I rested my head in my hands, “It’s my fault,”

“And what are you going to do about it?” Liam asked me, I looked up from my hands and realized that Liam passed the exit to get to his house.

“Where are we going?” I asked him.

He paused before answering, “The airport,”

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farfromsugafanfic · 6 years

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guksthighs Interview

I, the interviewer, typically don’t interrupt at the beginning of the interview, but Jess is legit one of my favorite fan fiction writers of all time and I’m so honored that she took the time to speak with me. Anyway, onto the interview!

First off, can you start off by introducing yourself (whatever name you feel comfortable using) and telling us a little bit about yourself?

I’m Jess, an eighteen year old writer from the UK! I’ve been writing for BTS for a year and a half but supported them since the Boy in Luv era! I stan all seven boys ( but lean towards my angel child Kim Namjoon ) and when I’m not writing or doing schoolwork I’m usually doing some sort of sports! Also I just wanted to say thank you so much for asking to interview me, it is only such an honour that I’d make the cut!

Q1: Why did you first begin writing fan fiction? A1: I’ve always loved writing and the easiest way to share it and get people to read your work is to write for a fandom - well that was my ideology in the beginning. In reality, what’s kept me writing are the messages I receive every now and then ( from people like you ) that make me feel like the luckiest person ever and like I’m doing a decent job at writing!

Q2: You mainly write imagines/ preferences, but you do have a few series and longer pieces on your page. Do you prefer to write in shorter forms? A2: When I first started out writing, rather embarrassingly, my aim was to grow a following on Tumblr so I posted daily for the first few months and because shorter forms are faster to write I was able to continue that and now I am able to balance my life and writing easier. I’d love to write longer pieces but I’d prefer to publish a smaller piece weekly than work on a huge project!

I also have a lot of started and unfinished pieces which is more of a reflection of me - I’ve always had a huge imagination and am always planning the next idea but I do intend to start posting longer pieces soon! Q3: Have you written fan fiction for other fandoms? And/or before starting your current account? A3: I have! My first ever fan fiction was One Direction ( it’s deleted now - thank god - and on looking back I’m ashamed to say I used a plot for original characters to try and garner more reads - it worked ). I have a wattpad account ( jeonsthighs ) where I’ve completed a 50 chapter Haikyuu piece called An Angel’s Wings. Last I checked it had 125,000 reads and in summary is about a deaf volleyball player who overcomes her self taught ideology that relying on others makes you weak. I’ve also written for other anime fandoms; Fairy Tail and Kuroko No Basket, so I guess you could call me versatile ~ Q4: Do you write anything outside the realm of fan fiction? A4: I write columns for my school newspaper and have the honour of having written an article that has been used in a newspaper!

I used to write stories in school on scrap pieces of paper that would be passed around the class as I wrote them which encouraged me to share it online to try and spread more happiness!

These days I tend not to write any fiction outside of fan fiction due to the amount of work I have but I’m hoping after my exams I’ll be able to juggle my account and work on some ideas I’ve had for a while! Q5: Were you scared to begin posting your work online? A5: Surprisingly no! I’ve always written as a form of stress relief and mindfulness as I’m able to channel any negative emotions into words. So I wasn’t too worried about no one noticing me and am still surprised at the size my account has grown to. The only thing that scares me these days is someone I know finding my account and confronting me about *some* of the more mature content I’ve posted. Q6: Has writing fan fiction taught you anything? About writing? Reading? Yourself? A6: Fan fiction has taught me not to hide away from myself and all of my emotions and thoughts which means I’ve been able to deal with my depression and anxiety in a way I wouldn’t have done before. Often I write characteristics that reflect myself, often without meaning to and upon looking back on my work I notice the resemblance. Writing has been the best and most helpful form of mindfulness and by participating in publishing Fan fiction I am able to connect with others! ( Even if it has given me unrealistic expectations for dating TT )

Q7: What’s your favorite piece you’ve ever written? A7: I’ve thought about this question a lot and come to the cheesiest conclusion ever, even so I stand by it. Every work I publish is my favourite, they all reflect different parts of myself and have different journeys and memories to me and others. I do however have a special place for Golden Boy, a Park Jimin piece because it was my first ever embarking on a journey to write 10,000 words. Q8: Do you notice any stigma surrounding fan fiction or fan fiction writers? A8: That we’re crazed fans or disgusting. I feel authors are criticised for using real people in their work - which was the scariest thing for me as I was moving from the realm of anime and literal characters to writing about real living and breathing humans. However, I use the boys as characters for my writing, I am aware that everything I do is imaginary and do not think it’s likely to come true ( which is one of the reasons I prefer writing crazy alternate universes over more realistic pieces ) Another top stigma is that fan fiction writers are not talented which is rather hurtful. Oh! Also that we’re all perverts and write fifty shades of grey style pieces ( I know there are accounts out there that are nothing like that ... just maybe not mine aha )

Q9: If so, how do you feel about this stigma?

A9: It doesn’t bother me particularly, instead of going on long winded rants that will be skipped by people who believe these I try and be active in changing that stigma ( apart from the smut cus a girls gotta sin ). I’ve started my author recommendations list to support smaller accounts who are just starting up which has had an amazing reception and results!

Q10: What’s something you’ve never been asked but want to be?

A10: Favourite book? Q11: Is Tumblr the site you prefer to post fan fic on? If so, why?

A11: Tumblr is my preferred site - to an extent. It is amazing for creating and talking to the blog family, as well as making friends. However, as I said earlier I’ve been in this fandom a long time and the recent surge of new fans has resulted in more arguments and fights that I don’t like seeing.

Q12: Do you ever want to be published in a professional capacity one day? A12: Yes! I’m hopefully going to university next year to study English Literature and hope to either go into journalism or publishing/editing. I’d love to be a published author but I’m happy to support others in accomplishing their dreams!

Thank you so much for interviewing me and letting me share my thoughts and journey as a BTS fan fiction writer! It’s an honour to be someone you wanted to interview and throughout the process you’ve been so kind ! I really would encourage everyone to try writing, whether it’s poetry, short drabbles or even thousands of words long chaptered pieces because you never know what your mind and imagination are capable of until you push them! Thank you again and happy reading!

Check out Jess’ amazing imagines and fan fiction on her Tumblr page guksthighs and on her Wattpad jeonsthighs! Once again, thank you, Jess!

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buck-nialled · 4 years

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Listening Party - N. Horan Imagine

ayyyeee guess who finally got up off her ass and wrote?

“Finally, petal what took ya so long?” Niall asks while you situate yourself on your shared bed beside him, leaning back against your headboard. It was the afternoon before his listening party, and being the “light of his life and all, it was only fair that you would be one of the first to hear it.” His words, not yours. But you did not let a single complaint go into your head you were ecstatic that he thought that. There were most likely other reasons for him doing this, like how he would be tugged back and forth between people all night like a vicious game of tug-of-war and you would probably be one of the last people he gets to upon entering the door with his arm looped through your own.

“I’m glad you asked…” You begin with a small smile. “First of all, I had to show support somehow, so I threw this little get-up on.” You twirled around in a small circle as Niall’s eyes adorned your figure, drowned in the largest “Heartbreak Weather” hoodie you could dig out of a box in the closet.

“Alright.”

“Snacks.” You continue, revealing a small, white box containing the leftover takeaway both of you ordered the previous night. “Soft, of course, because I need to listen to the songs but you never know when cravings strike.” You point out. Niall could not help but chuckle to himself at how you had certainly thought of everything.

“Fair ‘nuff.” Niall murmurs, lowering his body to place his bearded chin atop your shoulder. He caught a whiff of your shampoo and let out a soft exhale, which elicited goosebumps atop your arms and had the hairs on your neck standing at attention. You simply ignored it and carried on with your explanation of why it took so long to prepare.

“Oh, I also had to pee because I know we’re going to be here awhile from how many times I ask you to replay all the songs.” You lean your head slightly to rest upon his.

“You weren’t kidding when you said you wanted the full experience, huh?” Niall laughed.

“Nope! Oh, that reminds me…” you pause and turn to pull open your bedside drawer, retrieving a CD you had snuck from one of the many boxes shipped to the doorstep months ago. “Will you sign this for me?” You ask with a giddy smile, waving the cased disc in front of his face. He snatched it from your grasp and let out a scoff of disbelief.

“Babe, I swear you’re more obsessed than my fans sometimes,” he shakes his head and gets up to find a Sharpie sitting on top of the dresser against the wall. He comes back to lay beside you and takes the end of the marker between his teeth to take the cap off. A small squeal leaves you as he strokes the marker against your bare leg, leaving a black streak. “What was that for?” You demand, a small pout coming up to your lips as your hand attempts to rub away the permanent marker. However, your plan was fruitless.

“Had to make sure it wasn’t dried out.” He smirks smugly, the cap still stuck in his mouth as his hand effortlessly scribbles his signature down onto the cover of the CD case. He also adds a small heart and adds a few words you could not quite depict with his hand covering a large portion of them. After capping the marker back, he hands you the disc back, and you can feel your heart grow even larger for the man beside you as your eyes studied the words written out:

to the light of my life

“Anything else ya need?”

“Yes. I was wondering if I could get a picture?” This earns an irritated roll of Niall’s eyes that makes you laugh.

“Kidding.” You say. “I already have plenty of those.” You lean towards his lips to plant a kiss upon them. After, you snuggle closer to him, taking an earbud his pinched fingers offered you, and placed it in your ear, while he took the other one and slid it comfortably into his own. “Alright, here we go.” He announces, playing the title track.

Throughout the first three songs, your head maneuvered from being beside his to resting on his chest, his hand coming up to soothingly stroke through your hair. Dear Patience concluded, you almost shifted from the feeling of Niall stiffening. You denied the thought and assured yourself it was nothing as the new beat played in your ears.

“What’s this one called?” You wonder aloud.

“Small Talk,” Niall replied. For some unknown reason, his answer came out with a heavy breath, as if he’d just finish a run or intense workout. But he’d not spoken for a few minutes until you had asked the question.

“You okay?” You look up into his eyes, now a darker shade than a few moments before. He nods, giving you enough reason to return to your previous position until your eyes catch obvious tinting in his sweatpants. Your eyes concentrate on this song, particularly the lyrics filling your ears. For some reason, the title seemed like the song which would hold a slower, somber pace. But no, it was quite the opposite.

With Niall’s hand still in your hair, and his cologne suddenly filling your nostrils, you could no longer deny the arousal now flooding your body. Through the pulsating beat, you could heart Niall’s heartbeat quicken in his chest. You bite your lip as a devious thought comes into your mind, and you decide to act on it without further hesitation. Your hand slides down from Niall’s warm chest and to the ever-growing mountain, slightly shielded by his sweatpants but still very noticeable. “Y/N, what are you…”

“Shhh…small talk only gets in the way, Niall.” You whisper in a sultry tone, your hand lightly rubbing over the crotch area of his sweatpants. If his constant panting was not any proof of how horny he was at the moment, the needy groan that followed surely did.

“I thought you wanted to…” His sentence is halted by a sharp breath as your hand traveled to explore beneath his boxers. “thought you wanted to listen to the album…finish it.” He moans.

“Well, I have all night to do that.” You say, removing the earbuds from both of your ears and unplug them from the phone entirely, letting the song continue as it reverberates amongst your bedroom walls. “I just want to take my time with this one.” You sit on his lap, earning another satisfied groan from Niall.

“You did want the full experience, huh love?” He quips, hands flying to rest upon your thighs. You lean down to lay a passionate kiss onto his lips and smile lightly while doing so.

“I mean, I did get the VIP package.” You joke, bringing your hand back down to his sweats.

binge-reading niall imagines? i’ve been there...but have you been to my masterlist?

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