#while writing this chap i was really unsure if it was date-y enough

[fanficsfromyesteryear]

SICK & TIRED

A STRANGER THINGS ONE SHOT

— PAIRING: Billy Hargrove x Reader — WORD COUNT: 2,077 — WARNINGS: Cursing, Billy being...himself — REQUESTED BY: @udontneedtokno 

Um hi, can I request a billy x fem reader where she Is feeling a bit sick and crappy and he takes care of her? Also could you make it so they aren’t dating yet so he’s still a bit of a meanie and flirts pretty hard with her while he’s taking care of her? I love ur billy x readers sm🥺💖

— A/N: First of all, thank you so much?? Honestly, he’s my favorite character to write for. He’s so unapologetically rude and flirtatious, and I think it’s hilarious. Secondly, I’m sooooo sorry about how long this took!! Life got really busy for a while, so I didn’t have much time to sit down and write, but it’s slowed down again for the time being. Anyway, I can’t even tell you how excited I was when I saw your request! I’m such a sucker for sick reader/character storylines, probably because I relate to them so much. Any time my stomach hurts even slightly, you would think I’m dying with how much I milk it. I had lots of fun writing this, and I hope it was worth waiting for!!

Despite your best efforts to convince your mom to let you skip school, she wasn’t having it. For one, she thought you were just being overdramatic—so what if your nose was a little runny? She handed you a pack of Kleenex, forced cough syrup down your throat, and shoved you out the front door with a promise that you would be fine. You weren’t so sure, and your suspicions were only confirmed when you ran out of tissues by the end of first period, and instead of clearing your head, the medicine had only succeeded in making you drowsy. More than once, you felt yourself slipping away from reality—you weren’t quite falling asleep, but you could tell that you weren’t wholly present either. You wanted nothing more than to go home and take a nap, but your mom was at work, and you didn’t trust yourself to walk all that way on your own.

“Wow, Y/N, you look like shit.”

You were standing in the hallway, unsure of how you had come to be there—you must’ve zoned out again. With a blank stare, you turned to look at Billy Hargrove, who was leaning with his back to the locker beside yours. “Thank you,” you said, sniffing. You couldn’t breathe—it felt like you had a thick wad of cotton shoved inside each nostril. “I feel like shit, too.” As if on cue, you let out a sneeze.

Billy backed away, warily studying you. You had dark circles beneath your puffy eyes, and your nose was red and raw from being smothered with one too many tissues. You looked absolutely miserable, and even though a part of him wanted to stay as far away from you as possible—just in case whatever you had was contagious—he felt bad for you more than anything. He reached up to brush aside a stray piece of your hair. “Hey—” Billy was about to say more but stopped himself mid-sentence, his hand lingering on the side of your face as his eyebrows scrunched together. “You’re kinda hot,” he informed you.

Letting out a groan, you rolled your eyes and swatted his hand away. “Billy, I’m not in the mood for any of your—”

“No, seriously. I think you have a fever or something.”

“Wouldn’t surprise me,” you said simply. Turning, you started off down the hallway toward your next class. You’d gotten this far—you might as well stick it out until the end of the day. As much as you didn’t want to be there, you didn’t have much of a choice. You figured you might as well try to carry on like normal.

Billy thought otherwise. You hadn’t gotten far when you felt his hand wrap around your elbow. He pulled you backwards, and in your weakened state, you were in no shape to fight against him.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Billy demanded.

“To class,” you said, your voice muffled by your hand as you wiped your nose on the sleeve of your sweater.

Billy scoffed. “No, you’re not,” he said. “You’re sick.”

“Well, what am I supposed to do?” you whined. “My mom’s at work, and—”

“I’ll take you home,” Billy offered. “I need an excuse to get out of here anyway.” Before you could argue any further, Billy slung his arm around your shoulders and led the way outside.

As the two of you trekked across the parking lot to where his Camaro was parked on top of the hill, you were grateful for how close Billy was—you could lean on him for support whenever the need arose, which proved to be quite often.

Billy made sure to help you into the passenger seat—“Watch where you put your hands, Hargrove”—but as he was climbing into the car himself, he looked to you with an air of seriousness. “You better not puke in here,” he warned. “If you do, you’re cleaning it up.”

“I’m not gonna puke.” You hoped that was true because you knew Billy well enough by now to know that he wasn’t kidding, and you didn’t feel like scrubbing your own throw up out of his car’s upholstery.

As the Camaro pulled out onto the main road, you could feel your eyelids growing heavy. At some point, you must’ve drifted off because by the time Billy’s car came to a stop in front of your house, he glanced over to find you fast asleep. Billy yanked his keys out of the ignition and got out with a heavy sigh. As he bent down to scoop you up, he grumbled about how you were going to give him whatever the hell was plaguing you. He concluded with, “Be glad you’re cute,” before kicking the car door shut and walking up the driveway.

Once inside, Billy dumped you onto the couch in the living room. He stepped back and stared at you for a moment with crossed arms as he tried to assess the situation. What had he gotten himself into? He didn’t know the first thing about taking care of sick people—he avoided sick people, mainly because he couldn’t be bothered with them, not to mention how gross they were. You were different, though, and Billy mentally kicked himself for feeling that way. All this trouble just to get you to like him? It was a new low.

When you awoke, you were surprised to find yourself inside your house with a blanket thrown across you, alongside Billy, who was sitting on the other end of the couch with your feet in his lap. You couldn’t remember having walked in—maybe that cough medicine was still messing with your head—and you hadn’t expected Billy to stick around. You had assumed he’d drop you off and then be on his merry way. As far as you could tell, he wasn’t exactly a nurturer. At the very least, you doubted this was how he wanted to be spending his time away from school.

As soon as Billy felt you stirring, he glanced over tentatively and caught sight of you staring at him. He raised his eyebrows in question. “What?” he asked.

You shrugged. “I didn’t expect you to still be here,” you answered.

Billy looked almost offended at this. “And leave my favorite girl to die alone? I would never.”

A small laugh escaped your chapped lips. “I’m not dying,” you said, poking Billy’s knee with the toe of your sneaker. “At least, I won’t be once I take the right medicine.” You must’ve slept off the effects of the cough syrup your mom had given you—you were no longer insufferably tired, which was a plus, but the congestion in your head had culminated into a headache, and it had brought a side of chills with it. You swung your legs over the side of the couch and were about to get up when Billy stopped you.

“No,” Billy said, pushing you back down. “I’ll get it.”

You told Billy where the bathroom was and what to grab—“Aspirin’s fine”—then he disappeared down the hallway branching off of your living room. You were no expert on what the average time should’ve been for completing such a task, but after several minutes had passed and Billy still hadn’t returned, you started to wonder what was taking so long.

The answer to your silent question came in the form of Billy irritably yelling, “Y/N, why do you have so much shit in here?”

Grumbling, you rose from your spot on the couch and shuffled into the bathroom. “What do you mean?” you asked.

Billy turned to find you standing at his elbow, wrapped up in a blanket somewhat reminiscent of the way E.T. had been in the flying bike scene. Only your pouting face protruded from the folds of fabric. The blond couldn’t help cracking a smile at your appearance—comical, yet undeniably cute—and just like that, he had forgotten what it was that had caused your sudden presence.

You took no time jogging Billy’s memory. “It’s right there,” you said, your eyes resting on a bottle sitting on the bottom shelf of your medicine cabinet. A moment later, your hand poked through the blanket and seized the small container. You bumped Billy out of the way as you popped a pill into your mouth and stepped in front of the sink to pour yourself a glass of water. By the time you’d swallowed, he was gone.

“Billy?” you called, stepping out of the bathroom.

Billy’s voice came from somewhere down the hall, saying, “Holy shit, Y/N, is this your room?”

You appeared behind Billy in an instant, latching onto his arm and giving it a tug. “Oh, my God,” you said, your face burning. “Don’t go in there. It’s a mess!”

Being the sort of person that likes to do the exact opposite of what he’s told, Billy easily pulled free from your grasp and wandered inside. He was like a kid in a candy shop as he admired the things lining your shelves—trinkets, books, records, and the like—with wide eyes. Bedrooms tell a lot about the person to whom they belong, and boy, was Billy learning about you.

“And, who is this?” Billy asked with a devious smile as he picked up the faded brown teddy bear that had been lodged between the pillows on your bed.

Groaning, you buried your face in your hands, the soft fabric of the blanket covering your eyes. You wished the floor would open up and swallow you whole. If you had known that Billy Hargrove, of all people, was going to be in your room later, you would’ve made an effort that morning to clean up a bit—at the very least, you would’ve hidden anything embarrassing.

You risked a peek up at Billy, but he wasn’t where you’d last seen him. Instead, he’d moved over to your dresser and was rummaging through its drawers. How typical, you thought with a roll of your eyes. I look away for one second, and already, he’s trying to find my underwear.

Billy achieved his goal, too—you could tell by the cheeky grin on his face. His gaze cut over to you, then back down to the contents of the drawer in front of him, nodding thoughtfully all the while. He was about to pull something out, but you intervened—extending an arm, you slammed the wooden compartment shut, and if Billy hadn’t been so quick to pull his hands out of the way, he would’ve gotten his fingers smashed.

“That’s enough of that,” you said, grabbing Billy’s hand and dragging him back into the living room.

“You’re no fun,” Billy complained.

Both of you returned to your spots on the couch in moody silence. You tried to cross your arms, but you stopped abruptly when you realized that your fingers were still entwined with Billy’s. Blushing, you glanced down at your hands, then up at him, however, he didn’t seem to be paying you any mind. He was facing the wall directly opposite the couch with his eyes closed.

“What are you doing?” you asked.

Billy raised an eyebrow in acknowledgment. “Trying to picture you in that underwear,” he stated simply, the corners of his mouth turning up slightly.

You snatched your hand away to shove him with it. “You’re the worst, Billy Hargrove,” you said, but you couldn’t help the small laugh that escaped your mouth afterward.

“Damn it, Y/N,” Billy said. “I can’t concentrate with you giggling like that.”

“Good!” you remarked, nose held in the air as you squinted tauntingly at Billy.

Despite the two of you constantly teasing each other, you actually felt substantially better by the time Billy left your house that afternoon to pick Max up from school. He may not have been a doctor in the making, but where he lacked in nurturing qualities, he made up for with playful flirting and good company, and as they say, laughter’s the best medicine. You thought your troubles were over until you woke up the next morning to the sound of your phone ringing.

“Hello?”

You were answered with a sneeze from the other end of the line, followed by a hoarse voice saying, “This is your fault.”

“Aw, Billy, are you sick?” you asked, feigning surprise as you bit back a chuckle.

“Yeah, I’m sick,” Billy whined. “Get over here and fix it.”

“What’s the magic word?”

Another sneeze, then, “Now.”

And your mom thought you were dramatic when you were sick. As if.

#billy hargrove #stranger things #billy hargrove x reader #billy hargrove one shot #stranger things x reader #stranger things one shot

[sunflowerdjarin]

Flirting

Pairing: Robin Buckley x reader

Summary: Steve gives awful flirting advice, but the reader is a bit too slick for that, backroom smut ensues, along with a happy ending

Warnings: Smut (18+) 

Requested:

Hi! Could you do smut with robin at the back of the movie rental place thingy her and Steve get jobs at in the end of st 3?! I love your writing btw!

@lesbians-love-taylor If your still taking prompts could you do a robin x reader. Where steve is giving robin really awful dating advice like embarrassingly dumb advice because robin has a crush on this girl who frequently visit the block buster they are working at. It's just dumb cute fluff

Smut with robin! Dom r though

“So are you going to flirt with her or stand there looking stupid when she comes back to return her movies?” Steve commented as he slid up onto the counter of their new movie rental job. Robin rested her elbows against the counter space next to him. “What are you on about, Harrington?” Robin rolled her eyes as she waited for a customer to wander in. “Y/N, she comes here every couple of days and you two stare at each other with doey eyes and don’t do anything.” 

“I don’t think Y/N is-” Robin started as she pushed her elbows off of the counter, moving to rearrange the movies yet again. “Oh, she is.” Steve mocked Robin as she buried her nose into the VHS stand. “I partied with Y/N for years. We were friends. She was why I graduated high school.” Steve explained as he swung his dangling feet over the edge of the counter. “I always wondered who did your classwork.” Robin commented, trying to change the subject before Steve dwelled too much. “Hey, she’s smart.” Steve pointed a finger in her direction as if he was hyping you up for her. 

“I know she’s smart. We sat next to each other at graduation. She was the rank above me in the top 5%.” Robin pondered the memory. She remembered how you two talked back and forth before walking across the stage. How nervous you were standing before her just before walking across the stage, “Don’t trip.” Robin commented with her little smirk printed across her face. You turned your head over your shoulder, your hair slipping past as you rolled your eyes, a smile dancing across your face. “Thanks, Robin.” You shook your head with a giggle. That giggle was forever etched in her mind. The light from in front of you shined like a halo when you turned to her. The light caught every stray hair falling out of place. It made you seem real, almost plausible in her mind for the first time in her high school career. You weren’t a distant girl in the bleachers at football games anymore. You were close enough to her to touch. After walking across the stage, you sat down at the seats next to her. “So, that’s it? We did all that work for that one moment?” You snorted as you looked at her in the seat. To you it felt like a moment, but for Robin it felt like a lifetime as she took in the way you walked across the stage, your hair bouncing behind you, how your legs looked just below the gown. “Yep, all for that quick moment.” 

“You know, I can help you, since I know her so well.” Steve commented, but Robin remained quiet. She was afraid to say yes, in fear of the constant teasing Steve would do afterwards that she asked for help from him. Steve waited a second before jumping off the counter moving to straighten up more of the shelves. “Girls like it when you play hard to get. They always want what they can’t have. They also like confidence. They appreciate confidence and cockiness.” Robin found herself making notes of what Steve was saying in her head even though she knew she shouldn’t have. She knew about girls. She herself is a girl. Steve had more romantic experience with girls, as much as she hated to admit it, so she found herself listening. 

“Just act like you aren’t that interested. It’ll make her more interested, oddly enough.” Steve shrugged as his head fell to the side. Both Steve and Robin quieted down as their first customers of the day piled into the rental place. It was pretty busy throughout the day, as it was every Friday. Robin swore that time stopped when you walked in. You handed over the movies you had rented the last time you were in the store. “Anything good out?” You asked as Robin shrugged, “I don’t know.” Robin commented, seeming disinterested as she put your movies back into the bin. 

You wouldn’t say Robin was the friendliest, but she was typically friendlier than this. This momentarily put a damper on your mood as rested your elbow on the counter, your chin fell into your palm as you tapped your cheek with your fingers. “What’s going on?” You pondered, looking up at her. Robin’s eyes moved quickly as she tried to find something to say. There was only a handful of people left, all concentrating on what movie choices they had. Robin could have slapped herself for taking Steve’s advice. 

“I took Steve’s advice about talking to girls.” She sighed under her breath as she chuckled to herself. She didn’t care how bold she was anymore since she knew honesty was the only way to go now since she messed it up with her disinterested attitude. “Oh, why would you ever do that?” You half chuckled at how desperate she must have been in order to take Steve’s advice. “I must be real crazy about you to even think about taking his advice.” Robin breathed out still feeling unsure of everything. “That makes two of us.” You whispered out lowly as you eased yourself up off the counter. Your breath fanned against hers as she sucked in a harsh breath having it get caught in her throat. 

“Hey Steve, cover the register for me.” Robin called out as she moved towards the back of the store having you follow suit. Steve, though typically oblivious, was quite aware of what was going on as he scrambled to get behind the register hoping that the customers would leave quickly and wouldn’t notice the worker leaving to the backroom to bone. You followed behind Robin as she opened the door to the backroom. The lighting was dingy and there was scattered VHS tapes everywhere, but you could care less. 

You grabbed her waist turning her around as you pushed her against a wall. “I can’t believe you asked Harrington for advice.” You chuckled as your lips ghosted against hers. Her bottom lip caught on yours causing it to drag. Her arms moved up to wrap around your neck comfortably. You moved your hands up her side before moving to her arms, rubbing them lightly before moving back down to her chest. You grabbed at her breast hastily through her shirt and her bra. She shuddered out a moan against your lips as you closed what little distance you had left between you two.

Your lips clashed against hers in a desperate manner. After weeks of pointlessly wandering into the movie place and flirting relentlessly, you were getting what you wanted. You could smell the floral perfume on her soft skin. You made a mental note of how her slightly chapped lips felt against yours, savoring the feeling. Another moan ripped from Robin’s throat as you moved closer into her. Your leg moved to in between her legs, spreading her knees apart. Your upper thigh collided with her core causing another moan to tear through her. 

“You’ve gotta keep quiet, sweetheart.” You whispered to her in between kisses as you trailed down her neck. You moved all the way down to where your knees were resting on the ground. You unbuttoned her shorts, sliding them down along with her panties before she stepped out of them. You watched as she tried to move her thighs together in an effort to hide. “No, baby, let me see how pretty you are.” You whispered as you pressed kisses between her thighs causing her to relax some. You lifted one of her legs over your shoulders before lifting the other one to where she was straddling your face. 

You breathed out onto her causing her eyes to flutter shut from the warm stream of air that ran past her core. You pressed a kiss to her clit before moving down lower. You dragged your tongue up her before attaching your mouth to her clit. Your fingers dug into her thighs, holding her steady on your shoulders as another moan escaped her. 

You sucked harshly against her bud as your tongue toyed with it as well. Her hands fell into your hair tugging hard on the roots. Any other time, you would have taken your time with her, but you knew there wasn’t any time for that. It only took a few minutes before Robin’s breathing hitched and her breathing became erratic, “I’m going to cum, oh my god.” She moaned lightly before she came on your face. 

You eased her legs off her shoulders as she leaned back against the wall for stability. You grabbed her discarded underwear and shorts, helping her step into them before pulling them up and buttoning them. You stood up in front of her as you smiled sweetly, wiping your mouth off on your arm. Robin’s eyes were hooded, but somehow filled with love and completely lust blown still. You held her face in your hands as she leaned in to your palm. You pressed a sweet and gentle kiss against her lips as she returned it with a smile. 

You pulled away, offering her a hand for stability. “So, I was thinking about having a movie night tonight and I was hoping that you’d join me.” You spoke shyly as you made your way towards the door. Robin’s fingers intertwining in yours. “You can pick the movie of course.” You added as you opened the door to the front room where Steve was sitting on the counter in the empty room. “I’d really like that.” Robin replied, still dazed with swollen lips to match. 

Robin’s head perked up upon seeing Steve, “Harrington, you give awful advice.” Robin grumbled as you both giggled about the advice he had given her earlier in the day. “You got the girl didn’t you?” Steve pointed out as he leaned back onto the counter, supporting himself on his hands. “Don’t give yourself too much credit.” You laughed as Robin slipped away from your grasp to get a movie for the night. 

“You know how many times I have covered for you while you hooked up with a girl?” Steve questioned as he tilted his head towards you. “High school was fun, I’m glad we’re keeping the tradition alive.” You replied, rolling your eyes at him, “But I really like this girl is the difference.” You reached out for Robin who was walking back to you with a movie in her hand. You wrapped an arm around her shoulder, pulling her into you. Her arms wrapped around your waist as you pressed a kiss into the side of her head. “But you still might have to cover for me if she shows up here like this again.” Robin smirked.

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[supersupernaturalimagines]

Infinity

Pairing - Sam Winchester x Reader

Summary - After an amazing night together than neither of you had expected, you’re both unsure of where to go from here. Are you two willing to take a shot at it? 

 Word Count - 1,633 

Warnings - First time writing Sam, so I hope it’s in character, and I hope you guys enjoy! Some slightly steamy times. 

The first thing you became aware of was how cold you were. Almost instinctually your body arched like a cat, trying to find warmth against your back. Finding none, you reached down and grabbed a blanket, pulling it up around your shoulders and inhaling. A smile formed on your lips at how wonderful it smelled. It smelled just like . . . 

Your eyes shot open at the realization, and it was at that moment when you realized you were not in your room, but in fact, were in Sam’s room. Then the memories started coming back. Relaxing against each other after an emotionally draining hunt, drinking beers and watching Star Wars to take your minds off of it. You remembered not wanting to part from him, even to change clothes. Without you saying a word, he had known that. He had given you one of his flannels that now laid discarded on the floor along with the rest of your clothing, and his. 

Then came the rest. Moving even closer to each other almost subconsciously, finding the needed, but unspoken, comfort in the other’s presence. You rested your head on his shoulder and he slipped an arm around you. There had been something about the way he was looking at you at that moment. You had known he was about to kiss you, but you had no desire to stop it. 

After that it was all a vivid blur. You could almost still feel those large hands exploring every inch of your body, his warm breath and soft voice telling you how beautiful you were. Sam’s gentle, but slightly chapped lips moving against yours in a perfect symphony and then moving lower, his stubbled chin scratching against you skin as he did so . . . just the thought of that had your thighs clenching together. 

You remembered after. How Sam had cuddled your back against his chest. He had intertwined one hand with yours, placed a tender kiss on your bare shoulder and whispered goodnight. 

So where was he now? Sitting up, you stretched, getting a little of the delicious ache from last night out of your bones. Reaching for the flannel shirt Sam had loaned you last night, you slipped it back on and left the room, on your way to find the youngest Winchester. 

It didn’t take long to figure out where he had gone with the smell of eggs, pancakes, and coffee wafting from the kitchen. Right as you were about to enter, you realized you weren’t the first one to arrive. 

“Good morning, Sammy. Why are you up so early?” You heard Mary ask her son. 

“I’m . . . making an apology breakfast.” 

Those words made you stop in your tracks. Apology breakfast? Was he regretting last night and going to try and let you down easy? 

“What are you apologizing for?” Mary asked curiously. 

There was a beat before Sam replied. “I think I may have taken advantage of someone last night.” 

“Y/N?” She said immediately, shocking both you and Sam. Had your feelings for each other been that obvious to everyone? 

Sam spoke the words you were thinking. “How did you -”

“I’m your mother, I know things.” She said, and you could almost see the little smirk on her face. “I’ve got to tell you, I don’t think she’s the kind of girl that would let someone take advantage of her.” 

You smiled and when Sam spoke, you could tell he was doing the same. “You’re probably right.” 

“Then no need to apologize.” Mary told him, and you heard her patting him on the shoulder. Her footsteps started to retreat, but Sam stopped her. 

“Hey Mom?” There was a pause while he waited to make sure she heard him. “Do you think it . . . it would have been different if you and Dad had both been hunters? Would you have given him a chance?” 

It was a few moments again before Mary responded. “I don’t think it would have made a difference. You just . . . you love who you love. Hunter or not. This life? It’s too short to waste it being worried about the future. What might or might not happen. Take it from me Sammy, don’t waste anymore time. You won’t get it back.” She told him. 

“Waste any time?” Sam asked, confused. 

“Tell her how you feel. You might be surprised.” She told him. Within a few moments you saw Mary exit out the second door to the kitchen farther down from you. As soon as she saw you, you gave her a thankful smile. She winked at you. 

Instead of walking into the kitchen, you decided to go back to Sam’s room. You needed to think, and you figured that Sam did to. 

Dating a hunter hadn’t been something you shied away from. Of course it was dangerous, and rarely did it end well, but you had done it before. That wasn’t the issue. The issue was the inevitable heartbreak that came with dating Sam Winchester. Sam and Dean had been your friends for years. You knew how their lives went. How bad luck seemed to follow them around like a bad habit you were trying to quit. Even you didn’t know how many times that they had been dead in some sort of fashion and been brought back to life. You knew it would probably happen again. The question was, could you handle watching the guy you really, really liked, die and put himself in danger over and over again? Could your heart take it? Were you strong enough? 

The door to his room swung open slowly, revealing the Winchester in question. There Sam stood in his white t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants hanging low on his hips. He was carrying a tray filled with breakfast food and two mugs of coffee, one of them being your favorite with your Hogwarts house on it. You had expected it to feel awkward, but that wasn’t the case. You smiled at him. “Good morning.” 

You watched as Sam’s shoulders relaxed at the sight of you. “Hey,” he replied, returning your smile. “I-I made breakfast.” Sam said, holding up the tray. 

“I can see that.” You said, looking down at your hands for a brief moment and playing the with the ends of your sleeves. “You gonna join me?” You asked, looking up at him, vulnerability in your eyes. 

“Do you, do you want me to?” Sam asked, and you couldn’t help but notice a little bit of unsureness in his own eyes as well.  

You couldn’t let that happen. “I do,” you replied without a moment of hesitation. 

Sam smiled softly at you before setting the tray down and joining you on the bed. “So . . . last night, I’m sorry -”

You cut him off before he could say anything else. “You don’t have to apologize for something I’ve wanted for a long time.” You had wanted it for a long time. No matter how bad it might end up, sitting here with Sam, his eyes locked on yours and his face gentle with an expression you never saw him give anyone else, you knew you did. You wanted it. 

“I was going to say,” to your surprise, Sam reached out to place one of his hands on your knee, stilling the slight jumping you hadn’t even noticed it was making. “I’m sorry that didn’t happen sooner.” 

Another smile crept onto your face at his words while warmth filled you. “You are?” 

He nodded. “Last night was . . .” 

“Amazing I hope.” You supplied. 

“Better,” he said, his hand now sliding under your knee, a spot he had discovered was very sensitive last night, and stroked your skin gently. “I really like you, Y/N, and I knew it’s going to be hard and less than what you deserve -”

You reached out with your own hand this time, cupping his cheek and tenderly brushing your thumb across his lips with slow movements, memorizing every thing about his face. “I think . .  .” You met his gaze as you spoke your next words. “You’re more than anyone could deserve Sam Winchester.” 

Sam shook his head, but there was a grin on his face as he did. He gripped your knee and pulled you close, meeting your lips in your first sober kiss with the man. 

His lips were just as you remembered, soft, a little chapped, but gentle against your own as he took your bottom lip in between his and nibbled. A noise of approval left you as you tugged him even closer. You felt light as air while he kissed you thoroughly, claiming your mouth with his own. 

He wanted more though, adjusting himself to hover you, his knee parting your thighs easily. Already you felt a different kind of warmth pooling in your belly, and you pressed down against him to relieve some of the ache. Your actions caused a groan to leave his lips, and he pulled away to leave a hot trail of kisses down your neck.

“If you keep doing that, breakfast is going to get cold.” You told him breathlessly, hands tangling in his long hair. 

Sam pressed another kiss against your skin before sitting up and starting to unbutton his shirt off you. “We can always reheat breakfast, but it’s only a matter of time before someone interrupts us.” His hands trailed over your skin, leaving chills in their wake, “And I’m going to take advantage of every second I’ve got with you.” 

You smiled softly, and your hands slid down his chest, reaching for the tie around his sweats. “I’m so glad I’ve finally got a smart one.” 

Sam laughed at that, pulling the covers over the both of you and meeting your lips in another fierce kiss filled with promises of what was to come. 

#sam winchester #sam winchester x reader #supernatural #supernatural imagine #sam winchester x you

[wroteasongabouther]

Grumpy, Part IV (FINALE) - A Harry Styles Imagine

PAIRING: Harry/Y/N

RATING: PG

WORD COUNT: 12.5k

A/N: omg did i actually finish a series??? wow.. thanks to everyone for the love and notes on this series, it’s been a blast and has improved my writing a bit too. be sure to check out my masterlist for more of my writing too!

“You should leave,” you say in a low voice.

“You’re fucking joking,” Harry scoffs, shaking his head while breaking the heartbreaking gaze between you two. Then he meets your eyes again, scowling. “Fine, this was fucking stupid to think would work anyways,” Harry almost hisses out the words to you.

Another punch to the heart. And then it breaks when he turns around, slamming your door behind him. The room is silent following his departure. You’re zoned out on the door, thinking maybe he’ll walk back in, but he doesn’t. With your heart beating hard in your chest, you wet your lips as a tear falls down your face. Slowly moving to your sofa, you hug the small pillow and let yourself cry. But after this, you had to get yourself back together and be the person Jeff knew you to be. The person he seemed to need - not the one that had gone behind his back and fallen in love with Harry.

or

The one when Y/N and Harry’s emotions are all over the place and they’re unsure how things will end.

(Find previous parts here and future blurbs too!)

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Harry followed you the whole way back to your apartment. You know because anytime you glance back in the rear view mirror through the blur of your teary eyes, you’d see his Range Rover right behind you. The fact he’s willing to put up such a fight causes another sob to break from you. The heart ache you’re feeling hurts so damn much. But when you pull up to your apartment, Harry still right behind you, you wipe away your tears and continue to give Harry the silent treatment. 

“Yeh really not gonna let me in?” Harry questions in a bitter voice as you unlock your door, he’s a few steps behind you. You turn around and look at him finally, his face softens at the sight of your watery eyes. 

You hated everything about this. How you open your door wider for him to step inside. Then how you turn back around after he shuts the door and you take in how he looks. He’s wearing a white tshirt, it’s kinda see-through but you love the way the black ink looks under the material. His hair is just as messy as it was this morning, and it makes you want to run your hands through it and kiss his puffy lips. As you look to his lips, Harry licks them while he narrows his eyes at you. There was so much to talk about and Harry really had no idea where to start. 

“Are you really going to just listen to Jeff and end this?” 

“I don’t know-”

“No, Y/N, that’s just fuckin’ ridiculous!” He shouts at you, and as if something snaps inside of you, you’re shouting back at him.

“You don’t understand Harry! When Jeff mentioned how I should know better, he wasn’t just meaning it by my better judgement, he means that I’ve personally had to deal with this before,” 

“You’ve seen someone on my team?” Harry questions, jealousy clear in his voice. 

You roll your eyes at him, “God no, not me, you! I’ve had to fire people when you got too close to them before. Remember last year, that lovely brunette who was working with Lambert and you decided to fuck around with her for a couple weeks? Then she just disappeared? Because I had to call her into the office, I made sure there was no personal photos or videos or anything on her phone or computer and threatened that we would’ve sued her if anything got online, and then I fired her all because she was seeing you,”

“Well, that’s jealousy to a whole other level,” Harry jokes after a short pause. You only roll your eyes at him again. 

“Missed the whole fucking point didn’t you?” 

“Quit being such a bitch to me, this is just stupid and you know it,” Harry glares. “You’re not like that girl, hell I don’t even remember her bloody name! I fucking like you, a lot, and if Jeff wants to pull this card then I can pull one right back at him and fire him-”

“Harry, that’s enough,” you cut off his ranting and sigh. “That’s the stupidest thing you could do, we both know it,”

“Well what’s fucking stupid is that Jeff is trying to tell me who I can’t fucking date now,” Harry grumbles. 

You bite your chapped lips and stare down at the carpet. This was exactly what you were dreading to happen the moment you stared to get feelings for Harry back in Sweden. Hugging yourself, you continue to zone out while remembering each little thing back at Jeff’s office. You needed this job. This job was good, it was never about getting close to Harry ever. It was about learning all you needed to know of the music business and growing from your small position. You needed to get out of whatever daze Harry had you in and think for a second. Think about yourself and your future. A future that was currently in Jeff’s hands. 

“He’s right though,” you say into the silence that’s taken over the room. 

“Don’t-”

“No, Harry, this was unprofessional of me and I wasn’t thinking right. I made the wrong decision,” 

Harry snorts, scowling at you hard now, “you weren’t thinking right? Funny,” 

“Stop, this is hard enough for me-”

“It doesn’t have to be hard! Find another job and stay with me, it’s easy!” Harry yells again. 

You flinch at his words and bite the inside of your cheek while looking into his eyes. Maybe these past two weeks were all a mistake. Maybe you weren’t thinking straight because of... you didn’t want to say it, but you had gone through something so incredibly terrible and then had started seeing Harry. A small sigh escapes your lips. This is all just too much, so many thoughts running through you head while Harry stood across the room it seeming like pure anger was running through his veins. 

“You should leave,” you say in a low voice. 

“You’re fucking joking,” Harry scoffs, shaking his head while breaking the heartbreaking gaze between you two. Then he meets your eyes again, scowling. “Fine, this was fucking stupid to think would work anyways,” Harry almost hisses out the words to you. 

Another punch to the heart. And then it breaks when he turns around, slamming your door behind him. The room is silent following his departure. You’re zoned out on the door, thinking maybe he’ll walk back in, but he doesn’t. With your heart beating hard in your chest, you wet your lips as a tear falls down your face. Slowly moving to your sofa, you hug the small pillow and let yourself cry. But after this, you had to get yourself back together and be the person Jeff knew you to be. The person he seemed to need - not the one that had gone behind his back and fallen in love with Harry. 

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You wake up only an hour later to your phone ringing by your head, completely unaware of when you had fallen asleep. Groggily, you sit up and rub the sleep from your eyes to see who’s calling. It shouldn’t surprise you that it’s Jeff, probably wondering how everything had gone down with you and Harry after you had left his office. Your heart breaks a little while you replay this afternoon in your head. 

“Hey,” you sigh into the phone. 

“Hi,” Jeff says quietly on the other line. You don’t respond, because truthfully this was all his doing anyways. “How did he take it?” 

“Not well,” you answer bitterly. Jeff didn’t even care. He didn’t realize how much you two liked each other, how much this hurt the both of you. Jeff clears his throat and you hear some ruffling around in the background. 

“Look, Y/N, I don’t know what was happening there but I was thinking about you, okay?” Jeff says, “if media was to get ahold of those photos or if you two were to actually be together or whatever, it wouldn’t have looked good for your career. The media would paint you out to be a whore and no one would take you seriously in this industry,” 

“I, uh, I understand,” you say quietly. 

“Alright, um, so as long as things go back to the way they were before whatever happened between you two, then you’ll still have your job,” Jeff exclaims. 

Your stomach turns at his words, a threat from your boss wasn’t always the nicest. “Got it,” you mumble. 

“Good,” Jeff sighs, “so flights at 10 in the morning tomorrow, I was going to get you to pick up Harry but don’t worry about it. A day or two apart might be for the best,” he says. 

“Okay, flight details in a recent email?” 

“Yes, I’m sending it out after this call,” 

“Sounds good,” 

“Alright, uh, have a good night,” 

“You too,” you mumble before hanging up the phone and staring down at your screen afterwards. Maybe only a minute or two passes before there’s a notification on your phone that’s an email from Jeff. You unlock your phone and open it up, deciding to figure your flight out now rather than later. Speaking of, you should really start repacking your suitcase soon too. And maybe order in some food, you wanted a chocolate milkshake and a cheeseburger and napkins to wipe your tears away later too. 

You furrow your brows as you look through the flight information. There had to be a mistake, but there isn’t. It has your name on the top. The destination is for Perth, Australia. But you wouldn’t be sitting with Jeff or Harry, no you’d be by yourself in economy. By no means was this you being upset over the fact you’d be downgraded from first class, it was you being upset over the fact Jeff really wasn’t taking this whole situation lightly. 

After another quiet moment at staring at your phone, you decide to get up and start packing. A task would get your mind off everything. Then a shower, to stand there and think about how you were going to continue on the tour. Would you step back a bit? Would you avoid Harry and pretend nothing even happened over the past couple weeks? You sigh and wash out your soapy hair while your mind runs wild. Soon enough your in clean clothes, have everything of yours ready to go for tomorrow, and get into bed. 

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You woke up late. And with being in such a rush, you forgot to get something to eat. Simply getting a cup of water and a snack on the flight to London. Then from London you’re getting on the jet. If it wasn’t for Clare, Adam and Helene, you’d probably be doubling up on Gravel in order to ignore the fact Harry sat so close by. As Helene talks about her time home, you find yourself staring where he sat. 

His shoulders hunched forwards as he blatantly ignores whatever Jeff, who’s sitting in front of him, has to say. Just then you see the flight attendant bring him a dark brown liquid with a cup half full of ice. Of course he’s drinking already. You find yourself swallowing a lump in your throat.

As the young woman walks away, Harry’s eyes follow after her. You can’t help it as your eyes stay trained on the scene before you. The way he turns his body just slightly in order to check her out. But then his eyes trail up and find yours. It only makes the feeling in the pit of your stomach worse - and then his eyebrows crease together and his eyes narrow, giving you a scowl before he turns back around to face Jeff. Truthfully, it feels like you could get up and go hunch over the toilet for a minute but then it passes. You had to get over this, you had to be better than this and to act professional and not let your feelings get in the way. It’s something you’d be reminding yourself of day to day from now on.

“Did you have a good break? Visit your mom I’m guessing?” Helene asks, catching your gaze, taking your mind away from the mess Harry made it. By the look on her face you guess your facial expression isn’t what she expects. 

“Yeah, uh, had lunch a few times together, she’s a busy woman,” you lie. Suppose one lunch with your mom wasn’t what everyone expected. And they sure as hell wouldn’t expect for you to spend the break in bed with Harry. 

“Is she doing alright?” 

“Yup, just as strong as I guessed she’d be,” you nod, taking a sip of water. 

“I can’t believe we’re going to Australia right now,” Clare pips up. 

You smile, “and soon we’ll be in Japan,” you mention. 

“Then it’ll be my turn to give Harry and the others some lessons,” she says. You nod your head, remembering the times last month that you had given Harry lessons in the languages you knew. How things are changed so much since then was really baffling to you honestly. But here you were, thinking about taking some gravel in order to survive the next 16 hours. There was no way you could do it, not even from just being so uncomfortable when flying but you’ve already checked on Harry four times since taking a seat - you needed to pass out and not think about him for a while. 

“I think I’m going to take some gravel and sleep,” you tell the girls sitting around you. They all nod while you dig through your bag and find what you’re looking for. 

The plane had grown quiet, the lights down low as the sun had set now. You ask for a glass of water from the flight attendant, hoping she hurries as you notice Jeff rolling his eyes at the other end of the plane. Then everyone can hear Harry’s harsh words. His voice sounding so angry, so annoyed, so bloody Grumpy. 

“Shut the hell up, let me fucking live,” he growls at Jeff. 

Clare and Helene share a look, then their eyes both fall back to you as you play with the few pills in your hand. You’re not sure what to do or what to say, so you just shrug your shoulders as your lips roll back into your mouth and you avoid their eyes. Thankfully the flight attendant comes back and you can’t swallow those pills fast enough. 

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Harry’s been in a piss poor mood for days now. He can’t seem to help it, no matter who he talked to. Hell, he even snapped at Anne earlier this morning before he went downstairs in the hotel to work out. That flight from London to Perth was by far the longest of his life. It was like it was never going to end. He didn’t care when he snapped at Jeff so many times he couldn’t count them on his hands, and he didn’t care when he glared at Adam or at Mitch or even at Helene. He wanted out of the tin can in the air that he knew you were asleep in. 

He remembers getting up to use the washroom, after nearly an hour of holding it cause it didn’t want to even look at you. But then when he got up and saw you hunched up in your seat, a jumper thrown over you by one of the girls he assumed, he didn’t feel the rage like he thought he would. No, he felt his heart skip a damn beat as he took in your soft features. 

Harry had swallowed whatever lump had formed in his throat and looked away from your sleeping body to head to the washroom. In the small space by himself, he found himself standing there for a bit too long after he had done his business. All he could think about was how only days ago you were falling asleep in his arms. Then Jeff opens his big mouth and he ruined it all. Harry remembers everything you had said in your apartment afterwards. How each word hurt him so much he wanted to drink it all away. So he did. Then he next morning when Jeff had to unlock his front door and poor a glass of cold water on his face - well it’s been bad blood between them ever since. And everyone else too. 

Harry knew he should call back his mom and apologize for his shit behaviour. But he also knew his mom had probably caught on to whatever, cause she was that kind of mom, and he didn’t want to explain the heartbreak her son had gone through. So instead Harry pushed himself so hard at the gym he knew he’d be feeling it even later tonight during the show here in Perth.

But nothing hurt more than seeing your face. He knew you were avoiding him the best you could. He’s even sure that Jeff has taken away some responsibilities from you too - which was ridiculous, seeing as you had broken it off to work for him instead. Harry tries to keep his head down as he passes you and Helene, he’s sure you two had just woken up and had planned to get breakfast and coffee. But Helene has a better idea. 

“Hey, Harry,” she says with a smile. 

“Hey,” he grunts, looking up to meet her eyes. That’s when he turns to you and meets your eyes so close since you had ripped his heart to shreds. He notices how you swallow hard and blink fast a few times before inhaling deeply and looking away from his hard stare. Maybe he was scowling again, and maybe he didn’t care. You had to know how much you had hurt him. 

“Did you want to come for breakfast?” Helene asks. She must be surprised to see Harry awake so early. 

“Too sweaty, I’m just going to order somethin’ to my room and meet you guys later,” he explains.

“Okay,” Helene nods. Then one last time he tries to find your eyes, but you’re looking at your phone. He shakes his head a bit before jogging away from you and Helene and smacking his hand against the elevator button.  

All you can think about during breakfast with Helene is how hot Harry looked. How badly you wanted his glistening skin to hold you against the back of his hotel room as his lips are glued to yours. Moving down to your neck, your chest, your... You catch yourself daydreaming about Harry before Helene can snap you out of it. She’s yapping on about some new lens she got during the break that she can’t wait to use tonight. You just sit there and smile while bringing your coffee to your lips. You were going to need another cup to last through this first day back on tour.

You had three cups of coffee and had the caffeine jitters to prove so. Jeff was on Harry duty, thank god, which put you in charge of meeting the new opening act. Suppose it wasn’t horrible to meet them while all hyped up on coffee instead of down in the dumps while daydreaming about Harry again.

“Hi, my name’s Y/N, we were emailing a couple days ago,” you say with a smile as you shake hands with the new opening act for this leg of the tour.

“Isabella, and this is the guys,” she goes off to introduce the rest of the band before moving onto their crew as well. Everyone’s so sweet, you’re smiling and laughing at their banter and you and Isabella are throwing compliments at each other every two minutes you swear. Can’t help you wore your Gucci loafers and best pair of cropped blue jeans too.

Just as you think the day’s going to be a good one, you hear something crash from the room beside the one you’re in. Everyone furrows their brows at the sound which is followed by some shouting too. You let out a short sigh through your nose and shut your eyes.

“Isn’t Harry’s dressing room beside ours?” Isabella questions.

“Um, yeah,” you pause while trying to think up what to tell these poor people who aren’t used to Harry’s tantrums - even though the past couple days have been worse than ever before. “He’s just having a really bad day,” you lie. Well, maybe it’s not entirely a lie.

“Aww,” Isabella pouts.

You can see it in her eyes as you glance her way. She feels bad for Harry, she feels pity for the mega rockstar and probably wants to make him feel better. The mere thought of her walking into Harry’s dressing room and flirting her way to his bed makes your stomach feel ill. You uncross your legs now and stand from the chair you were relaxed in for the past while.

“I should probably get back to work, I’ll see you guys around,” you say with a tight smile before turning on your heels and walking out of the dressing room. Just as you start down the hallway, the door to Harry’s dressing room opens quickly. Your heart stops at the thought of running into Harry right now in whatever state it is that’s got him so upset.

Thankfully you meet the wide eyes of Jeff, “hey,” he says as you meet his gaze.

“How’s it going?” you ask, meaning in general but Jeff knows you want the details on whats going on with Harry.

He sighs and falls in step with you towards the backstage area again. The crew is working hard in the early hours of the afternoon, getting the stage all safe and sound before dress rehearsal started up. With a smaller venue some things were a bit different, plus there was the new opening act, so a full rehearsal was on todays schedule of course. Meaning you’d have to face Grumpy eventually.

“He’s just pissed, as he has been all day,” he explains with a shrug. You fight back your frown, knowing this was all your fault in the end. “I’ll uh need you to watch over rehearsals today, take charge and give everyone notes please, I have some meetings to do,”

“Gucci?” you question, trying to switch the topic instead of frowning again from the news of you literally being around Harry this afternoon all afternoon.

“Yes,” Jeff smiles, “it’s all going down soon,”

“That’s awesome,” you nod.

“And uh, as for Harry,” Jeff doesn’t finish his sentence but his eyes and facial expression speaks for him. You swallow the lump in your throat and nod at Jeff while licking your lips. All nervous ticks.

“Everything’s fine Jeff, nothing’s going on, I’m just here to work,” you exclaim, saying the few short statements that you’ve practiced in your head.

“Okay, good,” he nods, “just uh, don’t snap at him of he snaps at you,”

“I’ve got this Jeff, been dealing with it for years,”

“And you’re the best at it,” he states with a nod.

“Yup,” you sigh and give him a tight smile as you both walk through the floor seats to watch the crew finishing the set up before rehearsals were to start up. Soon enough the opening bands manager sits down beside you and the three of you chat before Jeff has to run off.

Everything goes well during the opening acts rehearsal, they’re really not that terrible of a band to be honest. You do give their manager a few notes, knowing the look the younger guy was going to give you before you even open your mouth. Can’t help that you’ve had more experience with the world’s biggest boyband for the past five years almost before jumping onto Harry’s team as well. Therefore you knew a thing or two more about stage presence and such for a newer band like the one he’s managing. 

“Hi Y/N,” Clare says into her mic as the band gets onto the stage. You’re standing just at the bottom on the stairs now, alone since the opening act and their manager had left you to go through Harry’s set. 

“Hi,” you smile.

“Are you the big boss today?” Adam asks, fixing the strap of his bass. 

“Sure am,” you nod. Then you glance around and don’t notice Harry anywhere to be seen. “Where’s Harry?” you question, getting ready to pull your phone from your back pocket in order to text him or maybe even Jeff if he wasn’t too busy. 

The band’s all quiet. They once acted like this before, back in Harry’s worst days last year. He would be snappy and scowl at them all when they made the slightest mistake. You weren’t entirely sure what his problem was back then, maybe it was because of how busy he was, but regardless is freaking sucked to deal with. You did know his problem this time around though. It was because of you. 

“Alright, well let’s just get started then,” you say while shaking your head and walking up the stairs. “Mitch, since it’s a bit smaller we have you set up on this side of Clare a bit more centre stage,” 

“I don’t know how I feel about that,” he says, causing you and everyone else to chuckle. 

Just as you’re checking up on the rest of the band and how they are feeling, Harry decides to grace you all with his presence. It’s so obvious, to literally anyone with two eyes, that he’s wasted. He drags his feet across the stage, hand gripping a red solo cup while his eyes are narrowed into slits. Not to mention how strong he smells of rum, you want to pout and apologize to him for making him feel like he needs to be all moody and drunk because of what happened in LA. But instead you take a deep breath and approach him. 

“You really think this is an appropriate time to get drunk?” you question him. 

“’Course it is,” he mutters, “but want tah know what isn’t appropriate. Oh wait, forgot it’s our little secret,” 

“Harry,” you hiss out his name, thankful he’s closer to the front of the stage - maybe none of the band heard him. “Just shut up and rehearse these couple songs, please,” you order him before walking off the stage and over to the sound crew by the ‘b-stage’. 

He’s scowling the entire time. While the rest of the band seems bothered, and for you it just sucks to see overall. Harry’s in such a bad mood, even worse than at the beginning of this tour before everything between you two happened, and it’s rubbing the band the wrong way. Harry barks at Adam for messing up. Mitch returns Harry’s glaring, sipping his own wine already too, while Sarah and Clare sit quietly. 

“Alright, can we just do a mic check in the inner ears and then you guys are free to go,” you say loudly so your voice carries across the arena. 

Each one of them say ‘check’ into their microphones a few times, you take note of how to fix them till everyone’s happy and then you dismiss them all. After a moment of talking with some crew members, you head backstage yourself to go to catering in order to finally eat something since breakfast early this morning. Hell, you might even need another coffee if Jeff was going to up your work load like this again. Just as you’re walking into catering you hear him shouting in that same harsh voice again. 

“I don’t really care what your boss said, I’m your bloody bosses boss so I suggest you fucking listen to what I’m saying to you and-” 

“Alright, enough,” you bark through clenched teeth while stepping up to where Harry - still with a red solo cup of dark liquid in his hand - stood fuming at a poor lady who’s working for the catering company. 

“Oh fuck off,” Harry mutters and rolls his eyes. 

“I’m sorry,” you say to the worker, giving her a soft look before turning back to Harry and matching his scowl. There’s no doubt that you’ve embarrassed him. Thankfully he doesn’t put up anymore of a fight and walks out of the room entirely. You so badly want to stay and let him rain his terror somewhere else, but you decide to do your job and follow after him. 

At first he must not realize you’re really following him. But then as you take a few long strides to get in front of him, holding open the dressing room door for him to walk into, he obviously realizes you’re not going away. Doesn’t matter what he mutters under his breath or how hard his glares at you. You were stepping up like Jeff needed you to and were going to set him straight before the show was to get started tonight. 

“Get in the shower,” you order. 

“No,” Harry argues back. 

“Harry, seriously, stop it,” 

“Why should I?” 

“Because you’re acting so unprofessional right now,” you state, crossing your arms at your chest as you watch him take a seat on the sofa. 

“Oh, you’d know everything about that now wouldn’t you,” Harry strikes back after taking a long sip of his drink. 

You don’t have a response. He’s got you speechless honestly. So after another moment of staring into his eyes, you shake your head and run a hand through your hair. This wasn’t going to be easy. You should have known by what he had said in your apartment those few days ago after Jeff found out. Harry was angry at you and was lashing out, but really what else would you expect of him. 

“Look, Harry, I’m sorry but you need to quit acting like this complete asshole and work. Cause it doesn’t matter what happened, we’re on this tour to work,” you exclaim, unsure of how to word what you’re feeling exactly. Suppose that would have to do for now. 

Harry rubs him bottom lip between his fingers, watching as you drop your arms at both sides and looking defeated. “At least you got a few good heartbreak songs out of me,” he grumbles, his voice still angry and hurt. 

“Harry-” you try, but he holds up a hand and gets up from the sofa, heading away to where the showers were. 

As you hear the showers start up you find yourself zoned out on the carpet beneath your feet. You had broke his heart. It was the worst thing to think of, but it was the truth. You knew it. He knew it. Hell, you’re sure Jeff might’ve put two and two together by now. Taking a deep breath, you move around to get a towel and such ready for when Harry finished up. Then you find yourself sitting on the couch hovering over your parents house phone number. Maybe talking to your mom would help distract you. You ponder it for a second and realize you didn’t just want to hear your mom’s voice, you wanted to hear your dads. You wanted it to be him that told you everything was going to work out and be fine. But you’d never hear that again. 

The sounds of the water hitting the ground echoes through the room while you sit there with tears streaming down your face. It’s been a while since you’ve broken down about your dad. Suppose now’s as good a time as ever. You sniffle and bring a hand up to wipe your tears carefully - not wanting black makeup to smudge down your face. All of a sudden the door opens up and Jeff walks in, his eyes finding your own glossy ones and he gives you a somber look. 

“Hey, are you alright?” he asks, walking over to sit beside you. 

“Uh, yeah, I’ll be fine,” you mumble and sniffle some more. “Harry’s just drunk, he snapped I didn’t I promise,” 

“You got him in the shower to sober up I’m guessing?” Jeff asks and you nod your head. “Did he say something to make your cry, Y/N?” 

You shake your head this time and look up in order to keep the tears at bay. “It wasn’t really him. I just,” you pause and let out a deep breath, “I just miss my dad, a lot,” you say and let out a shaky breath afterwards. 

Harry figures that you must’ve not realize he was out of the shower. He stood with the towel around his torso, his head beginning to hurt now as the cold shower helped sober him up, hiding out of the dressing room still as you and Jeff talked. When you mention your dad, Harry’s chest aches. He wants to be the one hugging you while you mentioned missing your dad, not Jeff. Fuck Jeff - he’s the whole reason Harry’s feeling this way. Making you feel as though your career is over if you were to stay with Harry, it’s right messed up. Just as Harry thinks about walking out there and saying sorry, he hears something he probably shouldn’t have. 

“You’re sure you’re not like, upset about being here with Harry after everything?” Jeff asks you, being the proper ass he is. 

“Yes, I’m sure. It was stupid and unprofessional. I never really liked him I don’t think, just got a bit caught up in things,” you say. You know you’re lying to Jeff, to tell him what he wants to hear in order to quit asking you about it. But Harry doesn’t know and it has him fuming. 

“You mind meeting with the opening act before the show, giving them a wave off,” Jeff asks of you. And then with that you’re walking out of the dressing room and leaving Harry behind to scowl and curse at Jeff as his feelings have been hurt all over again.

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“Harry wake up!” You shout through the hotel room door. 

The room key in your hands shakes, well it’s your hands that are shaking. You don’t want to use the card and open up the door and see Harry in bed with some random girl. It’s now been a week since the break up, and Harry hasn’t fixed his attitude even a little. Biting on your bottom lip, you pound on the door once more and rest your hip on the frame in hopes he’ll get up and answer this time. But after a pause, another angry text from Jeff, and no response from Harry - you slowly slide the card through till the light turns green.

One deep breath to try and prepare yourself, and you already feel ill from the sight of liquor bottles along the floor. Jeff’s going to love knowing his hotel bill was about to go up. You sigh and step around to get to where the bed was. God must be on your side, cause he’s laying there on his tummy alone. You stare, deep in thought, and watch as he sleeps there.

He could’ve still had someone over. They could have been one of the smart ones that left before Harry woke, knowing they weren’t anything more than an one night stand. Your stomach turns at the thought. Regardless of everything, did not mean you just suddenly didn’t have any feelings left for Harry. You always would, and maybe that would affect your days of work throughout the future but you hoped it didn’t most days.

“Harry,” you call out his name loudly.

You see his eyes squint before he’s rolling around. Of course the blanket doesn’t stay around his hips. The sight before you only further your thoughts of him having a guest over last night. You look away and shake your head.

“Harry get up! Now!” You shout, a shot of anger had filled your veins.

“Jesus fuck woman, quit yellin’” he grumbles. His voice is thick from his sleep, causing him to clear it before he moves around some more. “Don’t act all modest now, love, not like you haven’t seen my penis before,”

“Jesus Christ, Harry,” you mumble and start picking up the bottles that were around your feet. “Get in the shower or whatever, Jeff says we’re leaving in twenty,” you exclaim.

“What? You’re not gunna be nice and start my shower for me, what am I paying you for?”

You knew the jabs of you working for him weren’t going to stop anytime soon. Yet every time it felt like he physically jabs you. With another sigh and smack of bottles in the trash bin, you stand up straight and wipe your hands on your pants. Harry has sat up now at least, watching your every move it seems. You blink a few times, ignoring his nakedness and then decide to make your way to the bathroom.

If he wanted his shower started, then you’d do your job and start his shower for his stupid hangover, again… you let out a deep breath as the shower streams down into the bathtub. Pulling the shower curtain, you make sure his toiletries are set and then walk back out to see Harry hasn’t moved again and he’s still fond of staring this morning.

“Twenty minutes, downstairs,” you order before leaving his room and walking down the hallway quickly.

As you get to the elevator your realize you’re breathing heavily. Grabbing the railing inside, you focus on your breathing and try to calm yourself down. It hurt. It hurt a fucking lot. But this was how it was supposed to be, you just worked for him and maybe one day a few weeks from now everything would blow over and this would go back to normal. The elevator rings and the doors open at the lobby, Jeff immediately approaching you to make sure Mr Grumpy was up and getting ready.

Throughout these past few days you’ve been handling more business sort of things. Jeff was mostly on Harry duty, and that’s probably why he’s been drinking himself stupid each night and going out with or without anyone from the team. But you couldn’t step up. So instead you just focused on work and hid away from Harry as much as you possibly could. In fact, this morning was the first time you two had talked in two days. And what a shitty two days it had been. Suppose even the banter between you two hurt less than the silence and scowls from afar.

You wondered if this was all worth it. As Harry comes down to the lobby, ignoring you completely and bickering with Mitch over something that had happened last night, you think maybe coming back to work at entirely a huge mistake. Maybe you should just tell Jeff to help you with a job at the office till you figured something out. 

“Are you feeling okay?” Helene asks, moving so your unfocused eyes met hers. 

“Yeah, I’ll be fine,” you nod and brush her off. 

“You know, if there’s something you need to talk about I’m here,” she says. You give her a smile and a soft thanks before you’re walking off to the first car that would bring the lot of you to the arena. 

⏤

Harry’s having another shit day. But what else does he expect nowadays? The girl he likes dumped him, continued to work for him, and now ignores his existence. He walks into the dressing room at Brisbane with his head down and hands in his jumper pocket. Since he couldn’t sleep last night and had only ordered one bottle of wine to try and slow down, he had a shit sleep and woke up earlier than he wanted - which he supposed was better than being woken up by your shouting for a second morning in a row. And now here he was at the arena before pretty much everyone else and wasn’t entirely sure of his plan.

He’s sitting upon the sofa, the dressing room feeling plain since no one has been around to set anything up just yet. At first he looks around and thinks up where he could get his hands on some liquor. But then he remembers the text his mom had sent him last night, it had been the reason he only had some wine at his hotel room instead of the night out with rum he had planned. 

I’m not sure what’s got you all bothered and drunk lately, but I think you should slow it down a little okay? I love you.

Harry pulls at his bottom lip and zones out as his mind takes a trip into the darkness that’s you. He finds himself doing this a lot, thinking about you when he’s all alone. Harry first thinks about how this all started. How he fought back the smiles and the comments he felt towards you near years ago, and how he knew it wasn’t his best idea to get involved with you. He knew from day one that it would be messy. But then he got you. And just as fast, he lost you. 

Harry runs a hand through his hair and ends up pulling at the ends as anger bubbles inside of his chest. Never has he felt so strongly about someone. He cannot recall the last time he hung onto someone’s words and someone’s laughter like he did with yours. He loved being around you and spending time with you doing absolutely nothing even. And yes he understood the risk of dating someone from his team, but he didn’t think he’d care so bloody much. And now, to hear from your own mouth that you didn’t even like him through those days wrapped up in each others arms. Even thinking about it broke his heart all over again.

All of a sudden the door for the dressing room opens up, and you walk in. Your heads down, responding to a text from Anne actually, while you’ve got your favourite iced coffee in hand. Harry watches you, waiting for you to notice his presence. Finally, looking up from your phone, you meet his eyes and get a little startled. 

“Jesus Christ,” you mutter, heart beating out of your chest. “What are you doing here already?” 

Harry shrugs, “woke up early,” he answers in a low voice. 

“Alright then,” you respond then go walking off and beginning to set up the dressing room as you have many times before. 

“Got a coffee for me?” Harry questions. He knows how rude he sounds, but he just can’t help it. You’ve hurt his feeling a few too many times now for him to find his nice voice.

“Nope,” you say, “didn’t realize you were going to be here.” Harry wets his lips and watches you unlock the wardrobe cases before setting up a few things on the vanity too. Harry misses the days when it’d just be you two, getting him ready for the show and picking out suits.

“Jeff isn’t feeling really good today,” you state while turning back to look at Harry, “so I’ll be dealing with you today, just try and be civil, please, and don’t go drinking a bunch we’re almost done this leg of the tour and you’ll have another break to waste away with booze,” you say, hints of annoyance laced with your words. 

“Wow, you’re really asking a lot of me,” Harry breathes, rolling his eyes at you.

“Just want today to go well,” 

“Don’t want to get caught up in things? Just want to work, huh?” Harry knows his questions are about to start a fight. And when your eyes narrow to slits, fire in them, he knows he had done just that. 

“Fine, you want to start this then let’s get it over with,” you snap. 

Harry’s leaning forward now, pushing himself to stand up as his chest heaves with anger. All the things you’ve said to him are clouding his brain as he takes a few steps towards you. How much easier things would be if Harry never felt this way about you, if this whole thing had never started and he hadn’t kissed you at Nick’s house, if he hadn’t stayed in LA over the break or held your hand on the way to the airport - he would have saved him a hell of a lot of heartbreak. 

“You hurt me, I don’t understand why you think I can just go back to the way things were before that,” Harry says, shaking his head at you. 

“And you think I’m fine! This isn’t always all about you, Harry,” 

“Why wouldn’t you be fine? You did this! It’s obvious now that I meant nothing to you,” 

“You meant everything to me!” you shout back, feeling your eyes begin to water as an overwhelming burst of feelings follow your statement.

Harry’s fuming now, “well that’s not what I’ve heard. You’ve told Jeff how what happened was a mistake and how it meant nothing so many times I’ve lost fucking count,” 

“I was lying to him so that way he’d leave me alone for one stupid day and I didn’t have to talk about my feelings about you,” you explain. 

The fact that Harry’s doubting how you felt about him hurts you a lot. Because you’ve never liked someone so much before, it’s never sucked so freaking much to put yourself first before. Harry doesn’t respond right away. Instead he stands there with his arms crossed as he stares you down. It feels like that fight in your apartment all over again. Both heart shattering and mind consuming. You take a deep breath and lean against the vanity. 

“If you liked me so much, and it hurts you as much as it hurts me, then why did you listen to Jeff and break it off?” Harry asks the burning question before adding in a low voice, “we were so good together,” it’s something that’s been clear to him since things between you two started. He felt better, happier, and he drank much less when you were with him. The fact he realized that before Jeff or you did, well that’s just ridiculous.

“I listened to Jeff because I needed to put myself and my career first, Harry,” you state in a hard tone. It’s taking every bit of willpower to not break out right now in front of him. 

Harry’s face, which was soften for only a moment as he thought about how good you guys were, hardens again at how unaffected you seemed. Like Jeff’s stupid sidekick robot. What happened to the girl he fell in love with?

“It’s just a stupid job,” he grumbles under his breath. 

You are so fed up that you actually laugh at his words, throwing both of your arms up into the air while Harry looks back at you and furrows his brows. You shake your head and grab your coffee from the vanity again. This was stupid. Your job has turned into the most stupid thing ever. It made you feel like shit, it hurt you every day to see Harry, and it’s all because of the choices you made. 

“Just don’t make today hard, please,” you say before walking past him and out of the dressing room. 

You need to sit down and think. Just for a moment. And that’s how you find yourself in the shower room beside you dressing room. It’s not connected like at the other venues, it’s more private and exactly what you need. 

You must’ve been in the shower room for an hour maybe. Standing there, leaning against the tile wall as you hear the faint sounds of the rush of the crew getting tonight underway. You maybe have another half an hour to stand here in your thoughts before you had to wipe away your tears and be the person you were here to be. To do your stupid job. 

The job that brought you to Harry, you one guy you’ve actually fallen in love with. Yes, it’s taken you an hour to realize and admit it. A whole freaking hour of fighting your feelings to see that you couldn’t be here another day. After this last while in the showers alone, then going out there tonight on the last night of the Australian leg of the tour, you’d be done. You’d talk to Jeff and you’d quit and you’d be freed of the torturous days on this tour that were filled with such heartbreak it made you feel sick most days. 

It had started out with you feeling sad. Waking up that next morning after Jeff finding out about you and Harry, you were still so sad while Harry was drinking heavy again and shouting at Jeff every two seconds. Then with seeing him drinking so much and being so angry, not even being Grumpy, he was just plain mean - you got angry too. His backhanded comments and his scowling, it was like a jab to the stomach each and every time. But throughout this whole week, one feeling was for sure and that was your feelings towards Harry. You loved him and it was killing you cause you couldn’t have him.

⏤

The last show here in Brisbane starts in a few hours and you’re nowhere to be seen. Jeff’s freaking out, while coughing up a lung, and the band and crew are confused and now Harry’s all worried. Maybe he should have just listened and shut up. But now here he was, walking around the venue in hopes to find wherever you’re hiding and this time he had no intentions to start a fight - this time he only cared that you were alright.

Harry stops by the closed door that leads to the showers. Leaning forward, he doesn’t hear any water - but he does hear you. You’re crying, light sounds of you sobbing alone causes a sting to his heart. It doesn’t matter how much he tried to drink away the feelings or shout out his anger to you, he still freaking loved you. 

He doesn’t hesitate to open the door. And with the sound of the door opening, you hold your breath, he can tell. Turning around the corner he finds you. You’re leaning against the counter that has a couple sinks and a mirror too, cheeks wet and eyes reds while your hands shake at the sight of Harry finding you here. It makes you want to cry all over again, and you do, not being able to hold yourself together anymore.

Harry doesn’t care about the harsh words or the shouting from before, all he cares about now it what’s got you so upset. So he walks forward and inhales deeply before taking the risk of reaching out for you. 

“Shhh, love, it’s okay,” Harry coos as he wraps both arms around you. He really doesn’t care if you were going to act like a bitch and push him away, he’d still hold you through the fussing - there was no way he could let you just stand in here and cry alone anymore.

Thankfully you don’t fight back. You lean into his touch, finally feeling his arms around you felt like the world wasn’t ending around you anymore. You only cry harder as your heart beats fast in your chest and you lean into the crook of his neck. You really couldn’t believe this was happening, after all the the bullshit this past week, you were really in his arms right now.

Harry grabs the back of your thighs gently and lifts you up effortlessly till your bum lands on the counter. As he leans back a bit in order to look at your face, you look down at where his hips were between your legs and sniffle. Harry sighs, lifts your chin and frowns as you avoid his eyes still. He settles for wiping the wetness beneath your eyes instead. Instantly he tries to remember the date, but it’s not the 5th of May, it’s not the one month mark since your fathers death. Not that it really matters, that could upset you and break you any day - but Harry saw you as such a strong young woman. Till he walked in here and saw you standing here crying.

Your body shakes as another muffled sob escapes your tightly pressed together lips. You shut your eyes tight and rest your chin down to your chest. Harry shuts his eyes at the sight of you upset, shaking his head slightly before wrapping his arms around you again.

“What is it love?” he asks, his voice just above a whisper.

“I can’t do this anymore,” you mumble.

“What, what is it you can’t do?” Harry can tell his voice is easing you up a little.

You sniffle and look into his eyes for the first time now. Your eyes are red, still glossy from threatening tears waiting to fall down your cheeks.

“This, I can’t do this Harry, I can’t walk around here and pretend everything’s alright because it’s not,” you cry again and hold your sweater covered hands to your face. “I thought I could do this, I thought I could get over you,”

“It’s not easy, hey? I know, I keep falling for you every single day still,” Harry whispers into your hair. That only makes you cry harder, hands forming fists at the front of Harry’s shirt and he holds you tight. God this hurt so bad, Harry thinks as he chest tightens and he has to blink back tears of his own.

“Just be with me,” Harry pleads to you again, the same words he had said only just over a week ago now maybe even closer to two. All he knows is he’s been hurting ever since. “Fuck Jeff and his ultimatums and be with me,” he says.

“I can’t just be unemployed, Harry,” you say.

“We’ll figure something out, I’ll find you another job,”

This was the conversation you two should’ve had back in LA. But instead it was screaming and fighting back and forth before he ended up leaving your house and Harry ended up working out his anger by throwing back shots all night long. He runs his fingers through your hair and lets his lips linger to your bare shoulder, pressing a tender kiss before leaning back and kissing your cheek.

“Please, Y/N,” he whispers, voicing cracking as his chest aches even more. “I swear all the angry and all the things I’ve said lately I don’t really mean, I’ve just been so hurt. I just miss you so much,” he says, admitting all these feeling aloud to you. 

You let out a strangled sound, as if you’re letting go of a toxic breath you’ve been holding, and turn your head to press your lips to his. Harry doesn’t freeze for even a second, holding your head with one hand as he kisses you back. Your legs wrap around his torso tight as you put your all into the kiss, arms looping around his neck too. Harry kisses you deeply till you’re both out of breath, literally panting as you pull back. You rest your head on his chest as he hugs you again.

“Please don’t leave me again,” Harry whispers right by your ear. He can hear his pulse in his own ears, nervous that any moment now you’ll snap back into Jeff’s robot and thrash out of his hold. He can’t deal with that heartbreak again, never ever again. 

You lean back and look into his eyes, noticing the glassy look to them still. 

“We’re talking to Jeff this time, no sneaking around,” you demand, your tone as serious as you can muster up through all the feelings you’ve had the past hour and a bit.

“Right away,” Harry urges.

“After the show, you have to go get ready soon and that’ll be a long hard conversation,” you exclaim. Harry glances up at reflection in the mirror, meeting his own gaze as he tightens his arm around your figure and presses a kiss to your hair. This was all he wanted, you right here in his arms again. 

“Only if you come and get ready with me today,” Harry says. You roll your eyes at him but there really wasn’t any other thing you’d rather do than help him pick out a suit.

⏤

Jeff sighs, “look, I figured this was going to happen eventually,” 

You three are sitting in the dressing room, Harry right by your side on the couch as the talk you’ve been dreading for hours now is about to begin. You and Harry got to hide away while he got ready, stolen kisses and smiles all around till you met with Jeff before Harry got on stage. Jeff must’ve notice Harry’s change in attitude, you sure as hell did cause it was a damn good change. He was actually grinning on stage again and he kept looking to stage right in hopes to catch your watching eyes. And then after the show Harry looked right at Jeff and say ‘we need to talk’ before letting you lead the way to the dressing room.

“Then why threaten Y/N’s job and ruin the one good thing going, huh?” Harry questions, clearly holding back a bit as he glares at his manager. You reach over and place a hand over his, hoping to calm him down. 

“Because I got scared, okay? Yes what I said about employee and employer relationships is true, it’s can be hard and a reputation can be slapped onto you, Y/N,” Jeff says, “but I was scared because I thought the absolute worst first, if you guys were to break up then I’d be left with the shit attitude of Harry alone and I’ve never had to deal with you without her, okay? She’s the only one who can get a damn grip on you and has been here with me since I became your manager,” 

You can’t help but smile at Jeff. He was totally right, you were the only one who could handle Harry - even this past week with his worst behaviour and things being even worse between you two, he still listened to you. But only one thing made sense as to why he’d listen to you, it was because he liked you. Like a lot. 

“And I’m sorry,” Jeff adds, looking both you and Harry in the eyes. 

“Well you’re the sole reason behind our worst week ever, but whatever, as long as you don’t pull this shit again then I’ll let it go,” Harry says. 

“I’ll do you one better,” Jeff says with a smile before he looks into your eyes, “I’ll give you a promotion,” he adds. 

“I’m sorry, a what?” you question. Your brows are pulled so tightly together while you stare at Jeff who’s still smiling like a fool. What in the world? 

“A promotion, within the label,” he states, “you will no longer be working for Harry, and you’ll get the job you really deserve after all these years of hard work,” 

“Can you give us some actual details?” Harry asks, eyes narrowed at Jeff as he seems a bit spectacle of whatever he’s going on about. You roll your eyes at Harry’s bitter tone of voice and thread your fingers through his. This gets his attention right away, his eyes flickering down to your intertwined hands instead of glaring at Jeff. 

“There’s a new artist we have just recently signed to the label, she goes by the name King Princess,” Jeff explains, pausing as both you and Harry look at him again. “Her real name is Mikaela Strauss and she needs a manager,” he says with a smile. 

“Wait-” 

“Are you saying you want me to be her manager?” you cut off Harry to throw out your own confusion. 

Jeff nods, “I’ve been on the phone with her over the past week now, telling her all about you, and she wants to meet up and get things going. She’s very talented and I believe in her a lot, been looking for someone to be her manager for a month now, you’ve always been at the top of my list. But like I said, I’ve been to scared to let you go, Y/N,” 

“Jeff,” you breathe out, “wow, uh, thank you,” 

Jeff’s smile grows even more as he takes in how shocked and happy you must look, because this is exactly the job you wanted. To be a manager of a new up and coming artist. And if Jeff believes in her then you wanted this even more. Harry’s watching you, heart bursting at the utter look of happiness spread across your face, before his name is said by Jeff and he’s looking back his way. 

“Just promise me that you’ll calm down on the drinking again, and that you’ll quit being so damn grumpy all the time,” Jeff says. 

Harry narrows his eyes, “I don’t know-”

“Shut up,” you inject, giving him a short glare before looking back to Jeff, “he’ll be on his best behaviour, I will make you that promise. Now when do I meet her?” you ask and listen intently as Jeff goes on to tell you what he’s been planning this past week. 

Harry turns his head and looks at you. His lips tug up into a smile, no doubt his dimple pop out, as he can’t help but watch you. How your lips move as you talk to Jeff or how bright your eyes look - they haven’t seemed so bright in a while now. You’re just so excited and it makes Harry excited too. He reaches up and brushes your hair behind your ear, causing you to look at him in the corner of your eye while Jeff goes on about her new job. 

“I’ll, uh, let you two have some time alone now,” Jeff says, “van leaves in twenty minutes to go back to the hotel,” he adds before he’s walking out of the dressing room and leaving you and Harry alone. 

“I feel like this should be so awkward, like we literally broke up and everything,” you say while Harry keeps brushing his fingers through your hair. 

“I think I’m too happy to be awkward,” he states. 

You smile and sit up in order to snuggle into his side some more. “I’m happy too,” you sigh. 

Harry let’s out a deep sigh as you move your body around some more to get comfortable in the few passing minutes you two had together. Finally, you thought to yourself while resting your head in his lap and looking up at Harry - you missed this so freaking much. Harry smiles softly and brushes back your hair from your face. 

“This past week has been the actual worst,” he says. 

“I know,” you agree, your voice barely above a whisper. 

“I really am sorry for anything I said or did, I was just so-” Harry pauses to let out a deep sigh and look away from your eyes and in front of him instead for just a couple seconds. “I was upset,” he says. 

You give him another smile as his eyes meet yours once more, “I’ve never really taken your outbursts to heart before, so don’t worry,” 

“God, I’ve just been such an ass lately,” Harry curses some more under his breath as you shake your head at him and sit back up. You don’t waste a minute before cupping both his cheeks in your hands. You didn’t think you’d get to hold him let this again, the thought brings another smile to your lips. 

“But things are okay again, right? We’re together, we’re happy, Jeff fixed his mistakes, so you’ll be okay again, right?” You question.

When thinking back to the drunken stupid he’s been in lately, you got a bit worried. He wasn’t even Grumpy then, he was in a bad place and it hurt you to know it was your doing so. That’s why you had messaged Anne just yesterday and hoped she’d say something to get Harry to slow down the hard liquor a little. You don’t remember Miller being called to pick up Harry last night, and he was here so early this morning so maybe he did. 

Harry leans forward as you’re deep in thought and presses his lips to yours. The feeling of him kissing you snaps you out of your thoughts while your hands card through his hair and your bring him even closer to you. Dear God you missed this. Your heart flutters and your stomach twists and turns as his hands grip your hips and pull your flesh against him now. How you two went this past week without kissing, or even kissing, beats you - suppose the hurt and anger suppressed the want that’s always there. 

“Okay, okay,” you breathe out while pulling back from the kiss. Harry mets your eyes with his bewildered ones, maybe they matched your own. You focus on your breathing while fixing his black button down shirt that you had managed to wrinkle in your hands. “Maybe, let’s just take this a little slow,” you say. 

“You’re not asking me to keep this a secret again, are you?” Harry questions. You know he’s teasing, but you can tell there’s a hint of worry behind his words too. You smile and peck his lips quickly before it can lead to something more. 

“No, but maybe it’s for the best that we don’t just go out there and make out in front of everyone,” you exclaim. Harry chuckles and nods, and with that you get up off the sofa and fix yourself. “The van leaves soon, let’s head out,” you say. 

“Can I hold your hand?” Harry asks, his eyes trailing down to where your hands were by your side. 

You wet your lips and smile, “yes,” you say. 

Harry doesn’t know what has him being so open with you, but he doesn’t waste his chance to reach out a thread his fingers through yours. The last time they’d held hands outside of the safety of their own space, someone had taken a picture and Jeff had found them before they hit the internet. And now this time neither of you had to worry about that, he could walk out of the dressing room with your hand in his and then after you drop his hand to answer some messages while getting into the van and ignoring the weird looks from the band he can rest his hand on your thigh too. 

“Can I sleep in your room tonight?” Harry asks, his voice so quiet you barely hear him yourself. You turn to him and narrow your eyes, meeting a classic smirk and twinkle in his eyes to match the daring question he had asked. 

“Maybe, but no funny business,” you tell him. 

Harry really did just want to spend more time with you. But with that devilish smirk and the way his hand slowly moved up your thigh... You let out a deep breath through your nose and don’t stop his hand till his fingertip lightly brushes over the material of your jeans right over the spot between your legs... Yeah... There was some funny business. 

⏤

You furrow your brows at your phone screen. FaceTiming your tired boyfriend meant that sometimes he would become too lazy to even hold the phone up. You watch lights pass by at what you assumed was the arena, waiting to finally see his face as he adjusts his phone to face him once more. A smile pulls at your lips as you see the fuzzy picture on your screen now. His hair is still a mess, even longer than you had last seen a couple weeks ago in person. 

“Hey,” he smiles. 

“Hey, how’s it going?” You ask, swirling around in your chair while holding the phone to better your angle. 

“Good, just kinda rushing around a bit,” Harry answers, looking away from the camera yet again as he seems distracted by something. You can hear some people talking around him, not that you could understand anything they’re saying it’s mostly just a crowd of people talking.

“Oh, was this a bad time to call?” you ask. 

Harry brings the camera close to his face and gives you a soft look right into the lens. “I always love talkin’ to ya and seein’ your face, love, but I’m just a bit busy,” he smiles. 

“Yeah, I get it,” you say and show him a short pout before turning back away from the view of the New York street below your office to your desk that had a few tasks at hand for you to get busy with anyways. “I should get back to work too,” you add. 

“Get to it, m’working girl,” Harry makes a show to wink at the camera too. You chuckle and shake your head at him. 

“Talk soon?” 

“Of course, love,” 

You pucker your lips to the camera before looking at the screen once more and admiring how cute your boyfriend was even through a crappy quality FaceTime call. Harry grins at the call before he pulls the phone back and you get the perfect sight of his jawline before the call ends. You place your phone on your desk and lean back in your chair with one last sigh - you missed Harry, a lot. 

Upon getting back together and you getting this promotion that Jeff set up, things got good for sure. You got to stick around through the Asian and South American tour dates, settling into your relationship with ease and everyone around really accepted the idea of you two being together too. You stare down at your phone screen as it lights up with a text from Mikaela saying she was just about at the office. Your background is from your last day on tour. Harry’s standing behind you, arm around your waist and a wide smile on his face while the rest of the band and few other crew members stood around you two. Those days were long gone it felt like. Now nearly a month later, over half way through Harry’s North American dates and you just really missed seeing him every day. 

“Hey,” Mikaela’s voice carries through the room as she enters, her sneakers squeak against the new hardwood and causing you both to cringe. 

“Should probably let the cleaning lady know that she can chill on the floors a bit,” you say. Mikaela chuckles and takes a seat in the big comfy leather seat on the other side of your desk. After getting this job and the head of the label place here in New York brought you to your office, you knew it needed a bit of sprucing up - hence the hardwood floors and comfy chairs for your favourite and only client. 

“So what’s up?” Mikaela asks, running a hair through her brown hair and pushing it to one side as you give her a smile. “What?” she questions, brows pulled together, suppose you needed to work on a poker face when delivering good news. 

“There’s something by the couch for you,” you say. 

Mikaela jumps up from the chair and walks over to where her first framed plaque for her very first single ‘1950′. Her eyes light up immediately as her hands grip both sides of the frame and her mouth gapes open. Then she’s shouting out in pure excitement and it warms your heart so freaking much that your cheeks hurt from smiling so much. 

“Y/N, I cannot thank you enough wow this is un-fucking-real,” she beams at you. 

“You’re welcome,” you reply, getting up to hug her quickly and take a few pictures for her too. 

“Oh, and thank Harry later for me, even his tweet really helped me out too, I’m sure I’ll just miss him,” she says only about ten minutes later as she’s got her things together and ready to leave the office once more. She was off to celebrate. But first, she had you so completely confused you had to question her before she left your office. 

“Miss him? What? I’m confused,” you say, brows wound tight together and arms crossing at your chest now. 

“Oh, uh,” Mikaela must realize she’s made a mistake of some sorts as her face winds up with confusion too. “I just heard some people talking at the front desk about clearing out the parking space for Mr Styles’s arrival this afternoon,” she explains. “And I probably just ruined a whole surprise I’m assuming, so let’s just forget about this conversation,” she says before she’s running off with her plaque in hand. 

You move to lean against the front of your desk and pull out your phone. For a moment you think about calling Harry again, or even just sending him a quick text telling him the surprise is over. Or you could just wait and pretend Mikaela never said anything at all. An email about King Princess’s newest song release date shows up at the top of your screen and suddenly you’re in work mode again. Without a doubt you’re still thinking about what Mikaela supposedly heard and if your boyfriend was going to walk through the door any minute... 

That’s when he does. You first see a bouquet of flowers pushing through your door, causing a smile to tug on your lips but you cross your arms at your chest again and try to hold back the utter grin that’s pulling on your lips. Harry walks into your office, holding that beautiful bouquet of flowers and giving you a smile. He looks just as he did a while ago when you saw on over FaceTime. 

“I was wondering when you were going to get here,” you say slyly. 

Harry scowls then, “who ruined it?” 

You just shake your head and let your smile break through then. “Nobody,” you say. 

Harry walks over and set the flowers down on your desk beside you before wrapping his arms around you and hugging you tight. Inhaling deeply, smelling his cologne so strongly instead of the faint smell on the sweater you had stolen, your heart does that cute little pitter patter in your chest. Harry leans back and brings his hands up to your face, placing them on both of your cheeks. Shutting your eyes, you’re ready to feel his lips against yours but after a moment he doesn’t kiss you and instead adjusts his hands on your face. You open you eyes and meet his, mirroring his smile as well. 

“Missed ya,” he mutters. 

“I missed you too,” you say. 

Harry leans forward and brushes his nose against your before meshing your smiles together and kissing you with so much passion your head spins. You haven’t told him yet - but you really did love the crap out of this boy. Coming to New York a whole week earlier than his show was here at Madison Square Garden, surprising you, bringing you flowers and kissing you like this too. What more could you ask for? You were by far the happiest you’ve been in so freaking long. 

“Think we could get away with doing it right here in your office?” Harry questions jokingly while squeezing your bum with one hand. 

You chuckle and narrow your eyes at him, “settle down,” you warn. Harry gives you a slight scowl. “Oh come on now, Grumpy, can’t wait till we at least get to my car?” 

Harry shakes his head at you and smirks before his lips are back on yours. Yeah, life had turned out pretty good. And it was really all thanks to that ridiculous Grumpy prick you worked for. The one you had fallen in love with. 

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Tell Me...Say It [1]

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Genre/Warning: Angst, fluff -- Mentions of eating disorders(For a short moment)

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The smell of a hospital is gross to some, and causes others to grow sick. The smell of metal and rubbing alcohol that gets stuck in the back of people’s throat, leaving a bitter after taste. The air is filled with various machines beeping, and doctors with nurses trailing behind them. The atmosphere can leave people anxious and tends to cause stress to those who are waiting.

For me, it’s the opposite. This environment has been my second home for two years. The beeps of machines, and the occasional crying of newborn babies is normal white noise in the waves of sound around me. Bright white walls, and open windows with tall trees looming in front of them. The colorful yet dying leaves brought the internal warm of fall with the anticipation of holidays such as Halloween, Thanksgiving and the highly favored Christmas.

The hospital is always the same around this time. Everyone gets festive and walks around with huge, but strained smiles on their lips.

The festive scrubs make an appearance while holiday decorations are hung on the normally plain walls. Scrubs with pumpkins, leaves and black cats and other things put in the category of Halloween. I usually complain about it but that would be hypocritical.

I took a short look at my orange scrub top, holding multiple black and white cats. If you looked hard enough, you could notice small jack-o'lanterns smiling widely.

I walk through the busy hallway to room 134, holding the last patient on my list. Before sliding the door open, I made sure to stretch a smile onto my slightly chapped lips.

Working at Seoul National Hospital has taught me one important thing; entering a patient’s room with anything less than a smile is a setup for disaster. Whether you’re a doctor, or a nurse like myself, the patient is reading your face and body language with hopes of understanding the gist of the coming news. Walking in with a frown, and the patient will begin to panic.

I slide the door open and stroll into Mr. Kwon’s hospital room. His eyes don’t leave the TV screen for more than a second. He looks my way, acknowledging my presence than looks back to his TV screen.

Mr. Kwon, a 78 year old man, is frequently in the hospital. He suffers from a heart condition, and though his doctor often recommends him medication, he fails to take it.

“Hello, Mr. Kwon,” I greet with a small smile, “How are you doing today?” I catch the flicker of his eyes when he finally looks my way. Rather than looking away, he gazes at me for a moment. Then like a light switch, his face brightens with a toothy smile.

“I’m better, now that you’re here nurse Y/n.” He chimes. I giggle but say no more. Just like Mr. Kwon. A crazy flirt who will talk to sweet to anyone but his wife. His wife isn’t seen often at the hospital.

She visits occasionally, mostly to see if he’s dead yet. I can’t make this up. She has asked one too many times, “How close to death is he?” We tend to laugh it off, leaving the slight worry we feel to ourselves.

“I’m going to check on your drip and take a look at your vitals.” I explain, hanging the plastic clipboard in my hands, on the end of his bed.

I walk around the still man, looking at his drip which didn’t need to be switched just yet. I checked his vitals, blood pressure, heart rate and pulse. Everything seemed normal. I am brought out of my concentration when a hand promptly smacks my backside, leaving me to become rigid. I turn to Mr. Kwon who shows me a proud grin.

This is my fault. I left myself open when I should have known better.

Mr. Kwon is known for being a touchy patient. He has been passed to about three nurses, making me the fourth. The second nurse was a man, but that didn’t affect Mr. Kwon behavior in anyway.

I sigh, showing him a strained smile, “Sir, I’ve already warned you. Keep your hands to yourself.” My words are taken with a grain of salt as Mr. Kwon giggles. Without a word, I walk to the end of the bed, taking his personal patient chart, writing the numbers of his vitals.

I grab my own clipboard, giving him a light ‘good bye’ thus prompting him to reply with a wink.

I walk down the hallway till I come to the center of the floor where Suzy, my co-worker sat behind a desk.

“You’ve returned.” Suzy teases. I giggle, rolling my eyes.

“You think Mr. Kwon can ruin my day? You must not know me.” I say. She snickers in reply, stretching her hand out. I give her back the clipboard and lean against the counter. My eyes skim the area to settle on a familiar figure making their way closer. I can practically here Suzy’s breathing stop and can’t help but chuckle.

“Dr. Park,” She says, her voice a key higher than normal. She is so whipped for this guy. He’s personally not my type, but I can understand what she sees in him. I must be the weird one, because just about every female and a few males love Dr. Park.

I turn to him, staring at his profiles as he exchanged clipboards with Suzy. He doesn’t look my way once, not that I wanted him to. He’s a quiet and delicate man who is too good to be true. A surgeon with a pretty face, soft smile yet intense and deep eyes. Sounds like a manga character to me. His sharp jaw yet soft face was something all the women swooned over.

Like I said, not my type.

He takes the new clipboard from Suzy, barely making eye contact with her as his managed a soft word of thanks. He walks away, taking Suzy’s attention in the process. I stare at her for a moment, hoping she’d snap out of the trance herself.

I open my mouth, ready to say something smart, but she beats me to it. The love sick expression on her face is hard to miss.

“I had a blind date last night.” She left the statement hanging, leaving me to jump to my own conclusions.

“It went badly, huh?” I say, with a look of pity.

She finally looks away from the space Dr. Park once stood and back to me. She stares at me before groaning, answering my question, “He wasn’t cute, and he was all about his mother.”

“A momma’s boy? Yikes.” I shift my weight onto my other foot, “Did he at least have money?”

“Yes,” a short pause, “his mother’s money.” I throw my head back in disappointment. Suzy nevers has luck with dates. Ever since we met back in school as we were both studying to be RNs, all her boyfriends were loser who only cared for their mothers.

“I need to get a man that has his life together,” Her words were clearly coming from a place of bitterness.

“A man like Dr. Park?” I tease, raising an eyebrow her way.

“I wish,” She scoffs, “I could be naked and he still won’t give me a minute of his day.”

I watch in silence while Suzy grabs another clipboard and hands it to me. Before setting my eyes on the papers, I turn to Suzy.

“How is this patient list looking?” I question, clenching my teeth nervously. A grim smile grazes her lips and the breath I’ve been holding leaves my lips abruptly.

“Great.” I hiss, turning my attention to the list.  My eyes skim the names momentarily before I look back to Suzy.

“Gotta run.” I say. I head down the opposite hallway I came from, which led to the VIP hospital rooms. Those room hold celebrities, athletes, CEOs and other rich people. It’s not often that I look after a patient in these rooms, but this is a special case.

Hani.

Kang Hani, a sixteen year old girl who has driven herself to an eating disorder to stay skinny. The other nurses were hoping to avoid her on their list, so she was given to me. I like dealing with rough patients. As a nurse, you are expected to be a people person, no matter the personality you are met with.

I stand in the doorway, watching the other nurse who is assigned to Hani. Her assignment? To make sure Hani eats. It would be easier to teach an elephant Korean. I giggle at my own thoughts and stroll into the room, Hani’s eyes snapping my way.

There it is. That glare of hers. Her fierce and guarded eyes also held hurt, which others seem to overlook. She must be used to seeing me at this point. It’s my third day being her nurse, but the glare is just ugly as day one.

I give her a big smile, mumbling a small greet and hanging my clipboard on her bed end. It’s at that moment that I become aware of Mrs. Kang sitting at Hani bedside, a bit of space between her and the bed. The disapprovement resting on her facial expressions was enough.

I’m sure she can feel my eyes on her, but she does not met my gaze. I look back at Hani, checking her vitals while the nurse continues to pursue her.

“Seriously, Hani?” Mrs. Kang voice snaps like a whip in the silence. The other nurse jumps in shock, and though I was surprised, my body didn’t show it. I silently hope that the conversation doesn’t continue.

“Hani, why are we here?” Mrs. Kang continues, “Why are we here? Why are you doing this? An eating disorder, really?” Mrs. Kang stares at her daughter with questioning eyes, that were almost...mocking her.

My movements pause, shocked by the hostility given off by Mrs. Kang. Hani’s poker face doesn’t drop. She looks back down at the food in front of her, then set her eyes on me. I show her a sad smile, and resume my work.

“Are you planning on becoming a stereotypical model? Eating disorders? This is why we got you a personal trainer!” I look up and meet Mrs. Kang’s hot glare.

“Nurse Y/n! Am I being over dramatic?” She asks staring at expectantly. My mouth is open, unsure what to say. I look at Hani who was also waiting for my answer.

I laugh nervously, “It’s not my place to say.”

Mrs. Kang didn’t budge, “I want you hear your opinion. My daughter thinks I don’t understand.”

My eyes shift to Hani, and back to Mrs. Kang.

Why am I always put in a spot like this? I try my best to stay out of patient’s personal business. My job is to care for you, and bring you back to help. I don’t want to step my foot into family issues. Despite this, both Hani and her mother have their eyes trained on me. I sigh, a long and drawn out breath.

“I believe the solution to this problem is to take her out of the environment that caused it.” I answer quietly, and look to the drip beside Hani.

“Excuse me,” I say to the other nurse, “please bring a new drip.” She stands up quickly and shuffles out the room. I wasn’t aware of Mrs. Kang’s stunned expression.

I stop my movement to respond to her big eyes with an eyebrow raise.

“Stop modeling?” She scoffs, “What else can she do besides modeling? What do you know?” I have to keep my face from scrunching up in confusion.

She asked for my opinion did she not? I laugh humorlessly and set my eyes on Hani. She hasn’t spoken a word since I entered the room, and I’m curious how long she’s been silent.

“Hani, what do you like to do?” I say, walking to the end of her bed. My work here is done. I grab my clipboard, looking at the next patient.

When I don’t hear a reply from Hani, I glance up from the clipboard. My expecting gaze makes her mouth open and one single word leaves her lips. Her voice is hoarse and tired, but it seemed to be the loudest voice in the room.

“Science.”

My lips curl up into a huge smile, and my heart swells in my chest while tears bubble into Hani’s tired eyes. She looks at her mother with sad eyes and Mrs. Kang stares back.

“That’s pretty simple,” I cock my head at Hani then focus on her speechless mother. It’s easy to see there hasn’t been any communication between these two.

“I’m sure it won’t be hard to find some after school activities for science.” I say to Mrs. Kang, giving her one last smile before turning around and making my way out the room.

I let out a deep sigh and l make my way to the next patient on the list.

Kim Taehyung, who had his appendix removed some days ago. He is set to be discharged today. There isn’t much I can say about this patient. He sticks to himself, his laptop always on his lap as he types away. I was thinking he was an author, but that doesn’t to seem be the case.

I slide the door open and see Taehyung with his laptop on his lap, like always. What was different this time was the phone plastered to his ear. His face showed irritation and impatient. He gazed at me then smiled kindly. He continued his conversation, his brown hair swept over his forehead while he glared at his laptop screen.

“It’s been months and we still have nothing.” He speaks into the phone just as I place my clipboard on the end of his bed. I do my regular work, checking vitals, stats and his drip.

“Yoongi, just admit it. This creative block isn’t going anywhere. It’s been months and we don’t have a single song done.” He replies to whoever is on the line.

Another moment of silence, “You know I don’t have the money for that.” Taehyung groans, leaning back into the bed.

A longer silence, “Well we have to figure this out. The script is done, but we can’t move forward without the musical numbers.”

I check the last of the things needed, before looking at Taehyung till I catch his attention. He puts the phone to his chest, staring up at my curiously.

“I will have the discharge forms brought to you soon.” I speak softly. He nods vigorously and smiles.

“Thank you.” He answers kindly then resumes his phone call. I walk out, making sure to grab my clipboard in the process.

Running up and down, changing diapers and bathing the elderly. The second half of my shift is always the most tiring. That’s how I found myself leaning against the vending machine for support while I aimlessly munched on a protein bar.

My eyes stay on the clock hanging on the opposite wall. My shift is over in 20 minutes, and I’ve finished everything required of me.

While I am lost in my thoughts, my phone begins to vibrate in the pocket of my scrub top. I groan and reach to grab it, not surprised to see the name on my screen,

I answer the phone, placing it to my ear.

“Yes, Da-hee. What can I help you with?” I greet softly.

Da-hee, my younger sister, giggles. I roll my eyes already knowing what is coming my way. She’s going to ask for a favor. She’s 22,so she’s not a child anymore, but since our parents baby her, she expects everyone to.

I can’t blame her, she was an only child up till her parents adopted me when I was 17 years old. She surprising adjusted to having me in the family. Though I can’t tell if she was excited to have an older sister, or someone to ask for favors. Though, she does treat me like a true sister, and helped me adjust to life in Korea.

“Guess.” She eggs on, her voice higher than normal.

“A blind date?” I question before taking another bite of my protein bar. The short silence from the other line tells me I’m right.

“You want me to call you as if it’s an emergency again?” I add. Da-hee has been calling me for the past few months with this same sketchy panic. Mrs. Kim, Da-hee’s mother and my adoptive mother, have been pushing for Da-hee to get married. This was after forcing Da-hee to break up with a tattoo artist she was seeing.

Being her father’s daughter, she needs someone who matches her status. Mr. Kim owns an investment company that funds many projects for others. After having Da-hee, Mrs. Kim was unable to have another child, drowning the hopes for a son. Da-hee is now the ticket to find a worthy son-in-law.

Unfortunately, the men that meet Mr. & Mrs. Kim’s high standards have all been too old, or too ugly for Da-hee’s basic standards. This results in her rushing to me for help every time. Over the past few months Da-hee has me call her faking a family death, a car accident and more. I don’t know why our parents still try. After she bails the date early, she receives a scolding then they plan another date as if she’ll listen.

Da-hee hasn’t revealed that I am the friend who calls her and assists with her escape. She’s lucky I’m helping in the first place. If I am dragged into the mess with mom and dad, she knows that'll be the last time I help her.

“No..” She trails off, “I need a bigger favor.”

“Which is what?”

“I’m not going to show up.”

“You’re gonna completely ditch this time?” My shock wasn’t very convincing. I knew they would push her to this point.

“I’m meeting with someone, but I don’t want to be rude. Can you stop by and apologize for me? Doing it over the phone seems rude.” She explains.

My shoulders drop as I sigh, “Text me the address and his name.”

“Thank you! Thank you so much Y/n!” She cheers.

“Yeah, yeah,” I mumble, “but you owe me one.”

I hang up in time to see Suzy approaching me with a knowing smile, “Was that Da-hee?”

I roll my eyes, “You already know it was. Another blind date that I have to keep from happening.” I pocket my phone and take the last bite of my protein bar, waving goodbye to Suzy and heading to the employee room to clock out early.

It isn’t long before I find myself in my car, following the GPS to the casual restaurant where Da-hee’s unsuspecting blind date is waiting. Da-hee can’t stand to sit through another one of these, and I can’t blame her. All her dates have been over 35, which is too old in her mind, and have not been attractive. They all, however, have amazing background in business and great work ethic and experience. Nothing that Da-hee cares for.

Traffic wasn’t too bad, seeing as it wasn’t even 7 yet, so I got there pretty quickly. I walk in, wearing my black coat and orange, halloween themed scrubs. I catch the eyes of a server right away. I am not dressed to be dining in their facility, so I stick out like a sore thumb.

The place was about half-full. There were large windows, letting in the little sunlight allowed by the cloudy sky. Couples sat all around, sharing food and feeding each other. Older, wealthier women also sat in the restaurant speaking to each other and giggling.

“Hello ma’am,” A young girl approaches me. She’s wearing all black with a black apron around her waist, “How may I help you?”

I pull my phone from my pocket and look at Da-hee’s text once again.

“I’m looking for ‘Min Yoongi’?” I say and look up at her unsure. Her eyes run from my head to my feet, and back to my unsure eyes.

“You’re the one meeting Mr. Min?” Her words showed her uneasiness, but I wasn’t bothered by it.

“Yes. Where is he?”

“Right over there ma’am.” She steps further into the restaurant and I follow her. She stretches her hand out, pointing to the young man sitting at a table beside the window. My eyes widen.

That’s him? He’s young, and handsome. Is Da-hee sure she doesn’t want to sit through this date?

I walk towards his table, inwardly gasping when I get closer to the man. He is...extremely handsome. I feel my heart pumping harder while my nerves bounced around in my stomach. He can’t be any older than me.

He was focused on something, looking down at some papers set in front of him. He held a pencil in his hand and tapped it fiercely against the square wooden table. When I got closer, he noticed my presence and stood, assuming I was Da-hee.

Unlike the employees of this restaurant, he didn’t notice my attire. Rather his eyes were focused on my face, looking right into my eyes.

“Kim Da-hee?” He says, and stretch a hand out.

Wow, he has a nice deep voice.

I catch my breath, “No.” His hand drops while his face scrunches up in confusion.

“I’m here to inform you that Da-hee won’t be able to make it, and I am apologizing on her behalf.” I speak kindly. I bow 90 degrees and hear him chuckle. I stand straight to see a small smile on his lips.

“So you’re not Da-hee?” He asks.

“No, I’m not.” My eyes flick to the table to see that the papers he was focused on was not work documents. It was sheet music for a work of music. I look back to the man, clearly taking in his presence. He’s wearing a navy blue dress shirt, with a black blazer and black suit pants. I was too busy checking him out, I didn’t hear him speaking to me.

“I’m sorry, what?” I snap out of my trance.

He snickers, “I said, it’s a shame that Da-hee can’t make it. Unfortunately, I’ve already ordered for two.” He puts a hand in the pocket of his pants.

“Why don’t you sit and eat with me?” He suggests.

Thrown off, my voice is a little below a shout, “Me?”

“Why not? You’re here.”

He wants me to eat with him? What’s up with this guy? I guess he didn’t care much for the blind date in the first place. Eh, he’s attractive, but I’m not interested. I have a lot of things to do once I get home.

“Thank you, but no thank you. Have a good meal.” I tell him, and spin around on my heels, exiting the restaurant.

The moment I’m in the half-empty parking lot, I call Da-hee. She answers on the second ring.

“Was he angry?” Her first words when she picks up.

“No,” I tell her, “but he was young.”

“Oh really?” She doesn't sound like she believes me.

“He was really cute too.”

“Yeah, if you think he’s cute then I can be certain he’s not.” She giggles and the line goes dead just as I reach my car.

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Alone Together---Chap. Twelve

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Apparently Alice must've had a talking to with Sadie about breaking promises because the following morning Sadie came up to me with those big, sad blue eyes and gave me a hug. I knew she's a hugger, but it was hard to get one when my legs were propped up on the table and my arms folded.

"Sorry for telling North, Pitch," she mumbled from my shoulder, "I was just excited...and I didn't realize that I was breaking a rule. I didn't mean to hurt you, and I'm sorry."

I looked up at Alice, who gave a small, encouraging smile and a nod of her head. She knew I wasn't touchy like Sadie was, who clearly wanted a hug back and comforting words that she was forgiven. I finally wrapped an arm around her shoulder and brushed back some hair from Sadie's face so she could look at me.

"I accept your apology. Just know that...you know, what's going on is kind of forbidden." I said seriously.

"Why? Is North jealous?" she asked, and I assume she meant it genuinely but I couldn't help but laugh at that. Even Alice had to cover her mouth to stifle her laughter so her sister wouldn't be offended.

"No, it's definitely not that," I said finally, "It's just that spirits aren't allowed to...you know, develop close bonds with humans. Friendwise, it's alright, but anything more is a big no-no."

"Why?" Sadie asked, looking down at her hands.

God, she's like a five year old. I have to give her credit for being curious, though. It shows interest as well as genuine wonder, which was valuable in children…

Don't tell North I said that.

Honestly I couldn't really explain the whole tale of Cupid and his many loves that birthed superhuman children that were later titled witches and wizards, because then she'll wonder how that happened, and believe me, I do not want to tell her how babies are made. That's Alice's job as the sister and guardian. And knowing me, I wouldn't even be able to finish a sentence properly that starts with "When a man and woman". Words like 'love' and such are hard for me to say...mostly because it's been ages since I've freely expressed it...hope Alice doesn't mind that.

"It's just one of those rules I have to follow." I finally said, bumping her nose.

She raised a brow, "But you're not. You're breaking it, aren't you?"

I'm a badass Boogeyman, that's why. Stop questioning my ultimate genius.

Damn, I wish I could've said that. That would've made Alice laugh.

"Yeah, and it's because I find that rule stupid. Don't you?"

"Totally."

I smirked and ruffled her head, making her giggle. "You're pretty smart for a kid."

"Hey!" she pouted.

That made Alice laugh again, and she had to turn around so Sadie wouldn't think Alice was making fun of her. When Sadie returned to the fold-out table with her breakfast near the couch to finish her cartoon show, I got up to check if Alice was okay. I rested my hand on her back, holding back a grin.

"You alright?" I asked, noticing her pink face.

"Pfft! Y-yeah!" she choked out, "I'm sorry, you two just are so damn funny."

"Well, I tend to please." I brushed my hand against my chest before admiring my nails, and that caused her to snort. I looked at her, and started roaring out loud with laughter seeing her widened eyes at the noise she made. She covered her mouth and nose in shock at the snort she made while laughing, making her look even more adorable than usual.

I enveloped her in a hug and rested my chin on the top of her head, hearing her giggle happily.

"You're weird, Alice." I laughed softly, looking down at her.

"Look who's talking." she grinned back.

Bad timing. Usually I'm very good with timing, but I damn well wanted that kiss again. But I happened to kiss her right when Sadie looked behind to see why I was laughing. And the next sound I heard while kissing Alice was high pitched, absolute screaming of joy. It scared me so badly I jumped, and even Alice had to hold back a scream of terror from the sudden noise.

Surprisingly, it was Sadie.

"You guys are kissing! You're dating now!" Sadie cheered, jumping around on the couch.

Immediately Alice locked into sister mode, which of course made me grin like a fool. "Sadie Angela Xaviers, don't jump around on the couch! You'll knock over something!"

Sure enough, she did. Her foot high kicked into the air while jumping in glee and it knocked over the fold-out table her toast and eggs were on, and the plastic plate skittered across the floor with the eggs spilling everywhere, also making the toast splat against the side of the couch.

She still was excited as a jitterbug when she got ready for school and boarded her bus, happy as can be with a huge smile on her face and her blue eyes sparkling. Alice had that same sparkle when she was happy as well. Good to know that runs in the family. Maybe our childr-Nope. Not finishing that thought. That's a huge landmine not to cross. We are not discussing that topic. No thank you.

But after that, the happy moment kind of ended Around noontime, Alice later checked her mail that was sitting in her mailbox for a while now and saw that a letter from the bookstore she worked at was placed in there, despite spelling her name incorrectly by missing a vowel. Immediately her smile fell and her eyes darkened with concern, and that made me realize the situation.

When we were frantically looking for Sadie, she caused a disturbance at the bookstore and clocked out way before her shift ended. And I...well, kinda incapacitated her boss, so to speak. So something told me that this wasn't those weekly paychecks that every employee looked forward to.

She tore open the envelope and with shaking hands, opened the letter. Her eyes were dashing over every single word, and her expression grew sadder and sadder as she mumbled out the letter under her breath.

"Dear Alice Xaviers. Your employment at Book Den East has been officially terminated due to lack of attendance and disturbance of the facility-"

Immediately she crumpled to the ground, her head in her hands and crumpling the paper in her fist. I bent down next to her and rubbed her back, hearing her tiny sobs at the harshness in the letter.

"I'm sorry...it's my fault." I whispered, cradling her into a hug.

Her hands grappled at the fabric on my back in a desperate hug, her tears melding into my skin. "It isn't your fault, you did the right thing coming to get me. It's mine for not being careful...Oh God, what will I do now? This is the third job I've lost. I'm just not good enough for anything! I can't use my major or even my minor from college for anything around here. We're gonna lose the house and Sadie will have to stop school and-!"

"Hey, hush. Hush, now," I pulled a bit back from her to look her into her eyes, rubbing away a few tears, "That's not going to happen, Alice. You have the insurance for another hundred eighty days, and your last paycheck that could keep the house for a few more months."

"But knowing that I'm jobless isn't going to make me see that as a good thing, Pitch. I need a job in order to feel like I'm contributing to this family. I have to. I'm not going to let my grandmother pay for all our stuff even if she said she wanted to."

"I love how you think of others," I smiled, but then became serious when I saw she wasn't ready to discuss that just yet, "Do you have any idea what you could do? What jobs have you had?"

Alice thought for a minute, "Besides this? I was a cashier at Starbucks and then I worked at a daycare. I wanted to go into journalism but the paper company wasn't hiring. They turned me away because I haven't been involved with the community."

"Haven't you now? You've done three jobs and you support yourself and your sister. That's something that they should consider." I tried giving her hope on that idea, but she shook it off quickly and with a heavy heart.

"The newspaper only does website and paper prints now, what good will I be? I don't have experience in working in an office or even talking to a group of people. I get so shy and anxious around those large groups I'll just end up failing again."

"Keep thinking like that and you will," I said sternly, "I know that even if you're a shy person, you've got a big heart and you're dedicated to your work as well as the people around you. You've got a great attention to detail and you're careful, as well as the most patient person I've probably ever met."

Alice blinked, blushing a bit in an adorable shade of pink at my choice of words that honestly poured from my mouth. Even I was surprised by that burst of passionate faith in her...I was so used to keeping those thoughts inside, it felt weird saying them out loud.

"I should at least try….right?" it came out more as an unsure question than an attempt at confidence.

"There you go." I grinned, causing her to give a meek smile back. I touched her cheek, soft like the petals of a rose. She laughed softly, touching my fingers back.

So that was that, Alice knew what she had to do. The whole time Sadie was in school, Alice filled out an application and left to go for the job interview. Within those few hours, I thought I should at least reward her for her bravery to venture back out there, unscathed. She was the strongest person I've ever met, and fully deserved it.

I was getting soft, you could clearly see that. This one single person was making me feel more human than ever, a gift not every spirit gets to enjoy once more. They never got the chance to embrace someone they loved, laugh along with them and kiss them with full fervor.

Think about it. In all fairy tales and legends, the villain gets nothing in the end. Not even a second chance.

I'm breaking that rule. I'm breaking so many at once that I feel empowered just thinking about it.

I felt so high off of those thoughts, so encouraged I could almost feel music ebb and flow through me. My face hurt from all this nonsensical smiling. The ultimate feeling of victory was nothing compared to the emotion of knowing that you were loved, or that someone out there cared so much for you. I've finally known what that feels like, and I'm damn well happy about it. I know I don't sound like myself, but that was what I was feeling.

What was I supposed to do with this energy built up inside me? Just let it bubble up inside until I burst? I've never felt this elated before. I didn't know what to do with it.

So I danced.

I danced to music in my head that became real to my ears. My feet carried me to the rhythm, my arms swinging out to feel the passing air between my fingers as I closed my eyes and just let it all out. The only thought I had at that moment was that I was sure glad the Guardians couldn't see me now, for they would think I was an absolute lunatic. Even I thought I looked ridiculous when I jumped by a mirror near the front door. That stupid smile in my face was plastered on as if someone glued it there, and my eyes crinkled in glee, a physical expression I've never seen before on myself.

Before I knew it, Sadie beat Alice home, and by that time I haven't even finished getting all that dancing out. Thank God she didn't see me dancing on the table. I jumped back down before she turned around and saw me.

I felt like a boy again.

"Welcome home, girl." I said, trying to make sure she wouldn't hear me panting.

"Hiya, Pitch," she smiled up at me before taking her knitted hat off, "What did you do while I was gone?"

I opened my mouth, unable to come up with an excuse other than the honest truth that I was being really out of character. She looked over at the old radio near the television, noticing it was on and playing one of Alice's CDs. She grinned and looked back at me, her eyes sparkling with laughter.

"Were you dancing by yourself?" she giggled. I knew she thought the idea was strange.

I folded my arms and stared at her hard, daring her to laugh more. "What if I was?"

"Can I dance with you?" she grinned bouncing up and down, "We're learning how to dance in gym class and one of my homework assignments is to learn a type of dance and teach it to the class!"

I raised a brow, surprised at that. They sure were teaching kids weird things these days. Dance lessons were so far fetched in the schooling system, or so I thought. I thought school would just teach basic things like writing, science, mathematics and language. But I guess there's more to it than I thought. I wouldn't know, the school I went to was just a military school among the stars, and the only things I learned besides honing my battle skills was astronomy, chemistry, mathematics, and linguistics.

I slowly nodded, unsure if she would take this seriously. "I suppose so. What did you have in mind?"

"Something fast! Something really fun from a while ago!" Sadie jumped up and down, bouncing towards the large space in the center of the living room.

"Alright, you ever heard of the Charleston?" I asked, folding my arms.

She raised a brow, "Is that a type of hamburger meal?"

That's a no. A big fat no.

I snorted, finding it oddly amusing, "No, it's a dance from the 1920's."

Sadie widened her eyes, shocked. "Whoa! They danced back then? That's ages ago!"

"Sadie, dancing was around ever since humans walked the Earth. You ready to learn the Charleston?"

Sadie excitedly nodded and ran over to the CD collection under the radio. "Daddy got some stuff from Grampa that were from the 1920's so we could use those!"

"Good." I nodded, shaking my arms and walking behind her.

I haven't danced the Charleston in a while, probably since the dance died out. Other dance moves came and gone, and I had other matters to deal with than be occupied with dancing. But now that I actually have a legitimate reason to do so, I might as well try it out one last time.

Once the music started, Sadie started bobbing her head left and right to the beat. She looked like a bird looking for worms. It was oddly funny, but I made her stop.

"The first thing is that this, you don't move your head like that. Just smile like you just, I dunno, ate the best ice cream sandwich ever."

"I love ice cream sandwiches!" she beamed, and I pointed to her mouth to show her that's exactly the smile she had to have.

"Kinda creepy but it'll do," I smirked, "Now start dancing how you think you should."

So she did. After a couple of lessons, she seemed to get the hang of it, just the basics of the Charleston. Sadie even added a bit of her own dance moves into it, which was a normal thing to do back in the day and probably even now. I don't know much of dancing, but I knew enough to help Sadie with her homework.

"Your legs are too stiff. Let them swing out, like you're kicking the dirty clothes off your floor." I said, showing her how to kick.

"Is that your way of telling me to clean my room?" Sadie said through pants as she danced faster, keeping up with me.

"Yes. It's filthy in there. Speed it up, child!"

And there she went like a bullet, as if she was a rabbit was on a running wheel. Her legs were a blur, dancing so fast her grin grew wider and she had to throw her arms everywhere so she would balance herself and not kick anything over like I was.

I heard the front door open and close, and then an amused snort. I looked up and immediately stopped, my face flushing at being caught dancing. Alice's amused smile made her eyes look bright, as if she witnessed the happiest and funniest moment ever. She put down her phone on the counter and then put her hands in her pockets, watching Sadie continue to dance like a maniac.

"Should I ask?" she questioned, raising a brow.

I grinned, willing to stop dancing and go over to her. I felt like a kid seeing her...which is a very strange emotion. I felt younger, and I didn't like having her be so far for a long time. She smiled wider as I enveloped her in a hug and kissed her forehead, touching my nose with hers.

"Homework." I murmured before kissing her nose.

"Seriously? That's quite an assignment." she laughed, touching my face lovingly.

"Hey, Alice! Watch this!" Sadie called, getting both of our attention.

While keeping her legs moving fast, she pulled them together like a vice and spun around twice, but had to spread her legs wide to stop herself and balance. Her wide eyes and spinning head clearly meant she got dizzy from that.

"Nice job, Sadie. Don't hurt yourself or make yourself sick. The last time you danced like that you knocked over the kitchen table." Alice rolled her eyes, heading towards the kitchen for a snack.

"She's a maniac." I chuckled, shaking my head.

Alice opened the door of the refrigerator and peered past the milk and orange juice bottles, hoping to find some mid afternoon snack. She leaned back up, a puzzled look written in her face as she said aloud, "That's funny. I don't remember making quiche."

I froze, hoping she wouldn't think it was me. When she looked at me I looked away back at Sadie to make sure she wasn't getting close to the television and accidentally smash it.

Later that night when Sadie was in her room playing with her dolls and puzzles, the radio still played, but it sang a song I haven't heard in many, many years.

La Vie En Rose.

It got Alice's attention, too. Her hips started swaying to the music as she finished washing dishes at the sink. I smiled and slowly came up behind her, wanting a dance. I heard her hum happily when I touched her shoulder and then held her hips, swaying with her. Her face turned towards mine, looking at peace.

"I find it odd how you know this." I murmured, turning her away from the sink and pulling her close.

"What, a girl like me can't enjoy the oldies?" she laughed softly, holding my shoulders.

There was a warm silence between us when we danced, eyes closed and enjoying each other's closeness. I could feel her light-as-a-feather breathing on my collar bone. Such pleasures like this should be cherished, for not everyone got to enjoy them like I have. All that longing and yearning was worth the wait, because it matched higher to what I thought it would feel like. It made my heart rate speed up and my fingers tingle. Is this what love feels like? All those books I read to pass the time in the lair were right?

"What are you thinking about?" her whispered question drew out in the stillness after the song ended.

I looked down at her, unable to say clear words. She gave a soft smile, waiting for a response.

I didn't think I would make it this far.

"I'm glad I have you." I smiled, and she blushed back with a goofy grin.

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