#wildflower!niall

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Illicit- II

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Warnings- Cheating (H with Y/N), asshole H lol

WC- 3.1k

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“How was the event yesterday?” Niall asked, leaning back in his camping chair. 

The lake view was stunning. Nestled in the foothills of the mountain range, the lake town had always had charm. It was a true small town, despite the string of multi million dollar lake homes, and Harry had found it to be one of his favorite estates their family owned. That’s why he hosted an end of summer weekend there with his true friends. His small handful of trusted people and their significant others- and a few staff with iron clad NDA’s- were invited out to the lake house for the last hoorah of summer activities. Tubing, swimming in the lake or the pool, volleyball, bonfires, even fireworks that he hired out, all of it was being utilized before it couldn’t be anymore. It was similar each year, but this year had a new, important addition.

Y/N, his sweet little thing. 

“Horrible.” Harry grunted, watching as Y/N and Zayn’s girlfriend Hannah combed the bush around the lake looking for wildflowers. “It’s never good. I despise those things, and the fact I have to go to save face makes it even more insufferable.” The events were so drab and dull. Sometimes, in his youth, he’d enjoy the food or the drinks. Winning something at auction. But now it was watered down with people who, quite frankly, didn’t deserve to be there. He could give to charities on his own- and he did- but un-fucking-fortunately, if he showed up then there would be more eyes on it. His presence was just as valuable as his money. 

“Don’t blame ya for hating ‘em. As soon as I got out of them I felt better. But how was Katherine? She splattered you all over her instagram, said she got flowers from ya. Did you?” He knew the answers, obviously, but wanted the confirmation he all too easily got with the scoff and Harry’s head tipping back to finish his beer.  

“Fuck no. I haven’t gotten her flowers since the first date. I left Y/N in my bed, arrived to the event late to get my ear chewed off about how rude it was and dragged around to be photographed even though I’d rather chop off a thumb.” He grunted. “Then I went home, Y/N was asleep so I packed and then… woke her up.” His face grew a slight smirk, remembering how he woke her up with his mouth between her thighs and flowers actually bought for her on the nightstand. He felt awful whenever he had to see Katherine and knew it wasn't something that Y/N liked either, so he wanted to make it up to her whenever he could. The fact that Katherine showed him off like a showpony and lied about flowers she had certainly got for herself was laughable but not at all surprising. 

“It’s so odd to see you like… properly into a girl.” Niall admitted. “I have to admit, though, y’look actually happy. Weird as fuck to see you walk around with a smile after the scowls you’ve become famous for.” It really was. Y/N had exposed a softer, gentler side of Harry that hadn’t been seen before. Before Y/N he wouldn’t have been caught dead with a woman on his lap, and yet he pulled her into his lap whenever he got the chance. Even here. He didn’t give a fuck if his inner circle saw- no, he wanted them to. The need to show off the one girl he actually wanted was overwhelming at times. 

“She’s different.” There was no use in denying how much he really loved Y/N. It was obvious, written all over his face when she was around or even mentioned. She’d taken the stiff iron walls of his heart and turned them into soft molten fluff for her to mold. There wasn’t much shame he had, except for having to hide her for a bit. “I just want this contract to be over so I can move it along. She’s halfway moved in but I want her there all the time. Just can’t have her fully there because… y’know.” Because Katherine liked to show up unannounced sometimes and demand attention. He never really did, sending her off with the excuse of work, but once he got serious with Y/N he had his locks changed and a lack of care that increased as the days went on. 

Harry was an awful boyfriend to Katherine and he simply did not care. He hoped that she would come to her senses and break up with him but apparently, the perks of being attached to his name were too good to give up just because he was mean, didn’t give her attention or affection. He’d refused to kiss her besides the cheek and told her that he didn’t care if she got it somewhere else, but he was on a ‘sex ban.’. Ironic, considering he was the most thoroughly sexed he’d been in his life. Sometimes he felt a tad bit of guilt, just knowing how his mother would feel if she found out how awful he was to her- but she didn’t like the girl either! 

He was desperate for this to end so he could introduce her to Y/N. The woman he was certain he was keeping for as long as she let him. Harry was a possessive man and intended on that being forever, but he cared about her too much to lock her into a secret engagement. She deserved to be able to show off and tell the world- and so did he. 

“Yeah, I don’t blame you. It’s good there wasn’t an infidelity clause, he was dumb as fuck for that. It’s a shame cause she’s a pretty girl, could probably find some other new blood to stick to and make her money that way. But I get why she’s sticking to you. All those people wanting a slice of your empire must be fucking exhausting.” Niall was wealthy, his family going back a few generations short of Harry’s own, but it didn’t have the public notoriety that his did. He often wished that was the case for his legacy. 

“Wish she would just have a real moment of clarity and realize no money is worth this, that she could be getting dick and designer bags and someone else to dote on her. Not me. Never will be me. But, in just a few months it’s not my problem and her arse will be on the curb whilst Y/N will go public with me.” He didn’t plan on waiting very long for that. Perhaps it would be in bad taste to only wait until a day after a public breakup but he would do it if Y/N didn’t have some weird guilt surrounding Katherine. 

Their conversation was cut short by a call of his name, his beaming girl approaching with a basket of wildflowers in her hand. His heart stuttered, his scowl falling to build up a soft, fond smile. His arm opened and he patted his lap, motioning her to sit pretty on his thigh and drape her legs over him- which she easily did. Her breezy, cornflower blue dress hit just above her knees and the off the shoulder cut showed off a nice amount of skin. A necklace she had gotten from him, a sunflower pendant with an H etched into the back hung perfectly on her neck, glistening in the setting sun. The floppy sunhat looked fucking adorable on her, pushed back enough to ensure it didn’t hit Harry in the face. 

“What have you got, my love?” He asked tenderly, hand folding on her thigh and tucking under the hem of her dress. An intimate hold, but they were in their own safe place. As soon as he went public with her, he was going to show the world just how much. HE wasn’t necessarily the public type, but he had no qualms with letting people see Y/N on his arm, draped in jewelry his money bought, on his yachts, in his businesses, with his ring, and hopefully, full of his child. He couldn’t think about the last one for too long without getting hard, though, so he reserved that for later. 

“We got a little bouquet for the table for dinner. Love the flowers you got too, but it feels nice.” Her hand stroked through his ungelled hair, loving the curls they formed whenever he was unstyled. He left it like that specifically for her, and she took advantage of it. “My mum and I would do it every summer, we had that flower garden. Remember the photos?” Harry nodded, he did indeed. He would be building her her own whenever he could propose and they moved further out of the city. “Yeah, good! So, we got some and m’gonna go ask Ms.Greta if she’s got any vases. We’re eating outside tonight, yeah?” 

“We are. Proper grill out. I think she does have some, I don’t remember offhand what we’ve got here but-” He squeezed her leg, letting his fingers press into the warm flesh. “Before y’go and do that, think you forgot something.” His expectant look was clear on his face. Y/N gasped, quickly remedying the situation as she curled her hand around his strong jaw and tilted it so she could connect their mouths for what she intended to be a chaste kiss. Harry had different intentions. Instead, he snuck his tongue into her mouth and used his hand to cradle the back of her neck, slightly damp with sweaty hair, keeping her to his mouth. He was never one to half ass, even when Niall began to fake gag. 

“Alright, fucking christ. Swallow her whole, why don’t you!” Niall continued to make childish noises but Harry continued, ignoring his friend as he hummed against his girl’s mouth. He had few places he could actually do these sorts of things and he’d be damned if he let anyone tease him out of it. This was the woman he wanted more than anything, and he liked the tiny glimpses he got into their possible future. 

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“I like this.” Y/N mumbled into his chest. The day had dwindled down and she was sitting on his lap in front of the fireplace in the master bedroom. Harry’s chest was bare as her cheek rested against the smooth expanse, the middle of it covered in a thin layer of hair. He’d started to let it grow since they’d begun to see one another when Y/N expressed how much she found it sexy, and Harry was one to please her when she said things like that. “Not having to hide. I can’t wait until you can be mine for everyone to see.” Her lips brushed his pec, pressing a chaste kiss there.

Guilt swarmed inside his stomach like a disturbed beehive, making him swallow down the lump in his throat. While he felt no guilt at all for the supposed infidelity towards Katherine, the guilt lied in having to suppress the most incredible relationship with Y/N. He knew she didn’t love feeling like a secret all the time, and while Harry had said he didn’t care if people found out, Y/N had to think of her own reputation. That was what had him ensuring he kept it under wraps. While people would just see him as yet another dumb, horny man? They’d see Y/N as a homewrecker, a slut, every bad name under the sun. Not to mention the online bullying she’d be subjected to by Katherine, her little group and all her naive fans. 

He’d never cared about someone like this before. Yes, of course he loved his family and his friends, but this was a whole other level of care. It went bone deep. Y/N was the type of person you met once in a lifetime. The type you couldn’t let slip through your fingers because you really couldn’t. Y/N was everything and more and Harry was dedicated to keeping her as happy as possible, but the reality was that they had to hide just a bit longer. 

“I know, my love.” He said quietly, trailing his fingers over the crown of her head. “It’s hard right now. I never anticipated meeting you or I never would have… Wouldn’t have taken the deal.” The words were murmured just for her, eyes searching her own to try and gauge her emotions. She didn’t seem particularly devastated, but there was still that undercurrent of sadness that made his chest twinge. “I know I’ve told you time and time again about how much I am obsessed with you, how you’re the woman I want… But I can’t wait either. You’ve not even a clue about how much I look forward to showing you off.”

While he had complained of Katherine doing so, it was a whole other ballgame when you truly adored the person and felt proud to be theirs. 

“You do?” She peeped, eyes rounding as she peered up at him. Sometimes she was so fucking beautiful that it felt like a hit in the stomach. She was clear of makeup now, showing off her natural features. He loved seeing her in any capacity but this had to be his favorite. Private, intimate, bare. Her hair in two messy braids but still managed to have some strands in her face. Her lips were soft and plump, the overnight mask on them that she had tried to explain to him and he still had no clue what it did other than make his girl happy- his Y/N was his gift. He knew he didn’t deserve her but he never claimed to be a good person- He would keep her forever. Some could call him intransigent, but he wouldn’t argue. 

“Of course I do. Look forward to everyone seeing you on my arm. I think it will be apparent that I’m pretty far gone. People will wonder what magic powers you possess.” He laughed through his nose, leaning in to kiss the side of her head. “You just bewitched me, sweet little thing. Had me in knots when you blocked me, y’know that?” His smile grew. “Never wanted to talk to someone so badly in my life.”

“From what I knew, you had an actual real girlfriend!” She defended adamantly. “And then you basically locked me into a room with you to explain yourself. Scared the shit out of me. Y’know, there were rumors that people thought you were some sort of mafia boss.” She snorted. “Kind of believed it for a bit. You’ve got the whole, tall, dark and handsome thing going on. Mysterious. Kind of a dick.” She yelped when he lightly pinched her side, erupting into a fit of giggles. “Hey! No. You’re a handsome asshole. And to your credit, that was the last time you were all weird with me. Once I believed you, you became a sweet little thing.” Her voice cooed as she reached up to pinch his cheek like a grandmother would, making him roll his eyes.

It was true, though. He’d met her and it hadn’t gone so well in the beginning. His reputation for being cold and callous to new people, to most, actually, didn’t help when his interest in her spiked. He remembered very clearly, watching with a drink in his hand as she laughed with some of the girls. Grinning wide and showing teeth, making his chest do the weird pitter patter it usually did now when he saw her, but the first time had shocked the hell out of him. He’d never had that sort of reaction to someone before. Sure, he found people hot and experienced lust, but it was the first time in his life he craved conversation. To be nosy. So he hunted her, cornered her like prey and had him picking her brain for a while. He’d been gaining momentum, touching her and getting her a drink , and she had been into it until someone whispered into her ear on the way back from the bathroom what he assumed was the information that he was ‘taken.’ 

So what? He had gone through drastic measures to convince her to see him again, even showing her the contract that was notarized. 

“A mafia boss?” He snickered, raising a brow. “Not a chance. Though I appreciate you thinking I’ve got what it takes. No, unfortunately it’s just the multitude of legitimate businesses in my empire, my darling.” His smile grew warm, watching her return it. “Though, if that’s something you want to roleplay in bed, I’d not be opposed.” 

“Of course you wouldn’t be, perv.” With a roll of the eyes she patted his chest. “Never met someone so dirty in my life. Energizer bunny must be a sponsor of your cock because I swear, even being older than me you’ve got more stamina.” It was the truth, but she didn’t grasp how it was just for her. He used to be satisfied with a fuck or two a week, he could go without it if he went to the gym. Being with Y/N changed him to an insatiable beast, but she was his willing accomplice. 

“I don’t see you complaining when my cock is in your pretty cunt and you’re crying for me t’let you cum. Begging Daddy to let you cream all over my cock, because you tend to be a messy little girl. At least m’nice enough to let you.” He said with a straight face. There was no comment about how he could feel her clench on his thigh, but she already knew he could. His filthy mouth couldn’t be competed with and thankfully, Y/N had a thing for dirty talk.

“Alright- jesus.” Y/N whined, burying her face against his chest. “Don’t get me worked up now. I’m a little sore, someone took it out of me in the shower.” The grumbled words made him smirk, smugness and pride evident on his face. If she was really hurt she would let him know and he would grovel on his knees to make it better. “If you take it easy, I think you could have me in the morning. Wake me up with it.” A treat for the man, considering he adored watching her eyes peel open and a whimper sounding from her sleep swollen lips as he slipped in and out of her warm insides.

“Hm. I suppose that’s a fair deal.” He signed, acting resigned as he tugged her closer to him. “I’m lucky to have you, my minx. Always so good to me.”  Even more than he deserved. 

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My Friend's Toyota II

Read Part I here: My Friend's Toyota

~7.9k words

Warnings: a bit more angsty this time around.

She nodded feeling a little worried about the conversation she was waffling on thinking about it more. The kind of girls that flirted with Harry didn’t look like her. They were loud and boisterous. Fun and exciting. They probably didn’t get enjoyment out of perfectly stacking the dishwasher or the smell of laundry on Sundays while watching TV.

Told me that she’s never been in love before / Darling, I can treat you right, take you to the shore / Every time you cross my mind, I just want you more / Sitting in the grass looking at the tower / Thinking ‘bout her eyes every single hour / She’s my wildflower

She brought water and pain pills into Allie’s room and plopped on the bed beside her. “Good morning, sunshine!” She chirped.

“I hate you,” she hissed from beneath the blanket.

Giggling, she laid beside her hungover form and smiled at the ceiling. It felt like her organs were made of liquid. They were all warm. Like her heart had sent too much blood to each of them. Her face felt warm. He wasn’t even around and just the mere thought of Harry had her feeling downright giggly. It had never felt like this before about a guy. Not when she pined over the guy in her high school biology class. In her sixteen-year-old rom-com ridden mind, that guy was the love of her life. They were going to live happily ever after. One day he was going to notice her, not just as his lab partner but as someone he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. It was foolish to think. Not the guy she dated briefly when she was seventeen. But she tried not to think about him too much.

Sixteen and seventeen was so young. Twenty-one was still young but she felt more confident about Harry making the giddy feeling flood over her as she laid beside a headache-ridden Allie.

“Did you sleep in Niall’s bed?” Allie asked.

Her cheeks flushed hotly. She shook her head, glad that Allie was hiding beneath the covers. “No, of course not.”

“I don’t think anyone would blame you. That wouldn’t even be the worst place Harry’s taken a girl to bed,” Allie murmured. Allie’s hungover, she reminded herself. She doesn’t know what she’s talking about. Speaking before she had time to process what she was saying. Worrying about something she had no control over.

She didn’t want to think too much about the rumors that swirled around Harry. After last night, if anyone saw her go into a bedroom with Harry, she was certain the rumors wouldn’t just be about him anymore. “I think I have to ask him about the rumors,” she whispered.

“Yeah? That’s good, honestly. It’ll probably make you feel better. You’re already on his side,” Allie was gentle. Even though her head was screaming, and she probably still didn’t trust Harry the way she did implicitly. But his previous relationships, they were none of her business. As long as he was kind to her, she had no reason to believe he would break her heart.

She nodded feeling a little worried about the conversation she was waffling on thinking about it more. The kind of girls that flirted with Harry didn’t look like her. They were loud and boisterous. Fun and exciting. They probably didn’t get enjoyment out of perfectly stacking the dishwasher or the smell of laundry on Sundays while watching TV.

“What’s on the docket for today?” Allie asked sitting up and taking the medicine and water from her.

“Nothing,” she shrugged. “I was going to work on my online class, do some chores.”

“Well, I need hangover food, so put it off. We’re going to breakfast,” she said getting out of bed and pulling her hair into a twist and out of her face. She giggled in response.

“You don’t have to tell me twice.”

*

She was right about the rumors. As Allie devoured her bacon-y potato cure, she could hear the next booth over talking in low whispers about how Harry brought another girl into Niall’s bedroom. “They were in there for two hours.”

“Lucky girl.”

“Lucky Harry,” a guy muttered to them. “Did you see her? She’s hot.” She was glad the booth wall that separated them was high enough to keep her hidden. Allie seemed to be too focused on her breakfast to notice the others chatting about her one table over.

“That’s a new record for him. He hooked up with like five girls over the summer.”

That was the kind of rumor that made her stomach churn. “She’s nerdy and so not Harry’s type. I have a class with her, and she sits in the front. I give it two weeks now.”

“So why does he keep hanging out with her?”

She pushed her plate of French toast aside and tried to tune them out. She looked at Allie, head resting on the table beside her plate of food. “It’s so good,” she moaned.

Laughing, she shook her head. “No one forced you to drink that much,” she reminded her.

Allie smiled. “No one needs to.”

*

She knew she was being quiet. “Y’okay, love?” Harry asked as they walked to math class. She nodded, still silent. Harry didn’t press her, which she was grateful for; it seemed hard to believe he was planning this long extravagant plan to impress her long enough to sleep with her or something. The rumors continued to swarm from the weekend. She wondered if Harry heard them or if people were smart enough to not to talk about him in front of him.

But all the rumors were about how she wasn’t good enough. How Harry was wasting his time. It felt true. She probably wasn’t like the other girls Harry dated. The October breeze chilled her cheeks and she nuzzled into the collar of her jacket briefly to avoid the breeze. “Do you have plans tonight?” Harry asked.

Nothing besides studying and homework. But she didn’t want to sound unbelievably lame. “No,” she cleared her throat.

“Would y’want t’hang out?” He asked.

“Hang out?” She repeated.

He smiled. “Yeah... we can order pizza and study. Or watch a movie. Jus’ hang out,” he repeated. Her heart fluttered at how sweet it sounded. How innocent. She really needed to tell him about her worries.

Be careful with your heart. Allie’s voice was loud in her head. She loved her best friend, but kind of wanted to shove her for getting into her head like that. She was blissfully unaware of Harry’s reputation until Allie brought it up. Now it was tainting her walk. Ruining the nice late-night chat she had with him in Niall’s bedroom. If she ever ran into Niall, she would have to remember to thank him. 

“Mitch works on Tuesdays and then stays at his girlfriend’s place so...I know y’don’t have class tomorrow. Y’could stay if y’want t’stay the night.”

Her heart felt uneasy, and she didn’t know how to answer without sounding like an idiot. “Um...”

“You don’t have to,” he said quickly. “Jus’ thought I’d offer. I’ll take y’home any time y’want,” he promised.

Biting her lip, they entered the Sawyer building, and she paused right by the door ignoring the passing groups of students hurrying to and from their next class.

They stood near the ancient radiator for a building that was built in the late 1800s. It was painted over in white, about two inches thick of the chipping color. She wondered how it hadn’t melted off when the air was so chilly. While she warmed herself, Harry said hello to a friend of his and she got the gist that he was asking about the soccer game later in the week.

For whatever reason, in her mind, now was the perfect time to ogle Harry. His black jeans (they were her favorite of his) hugged the muscles of his legs like they were nearly painted on. She never cared about a guy’s legs before until she met Harry. His hair was coiffed to perfection in those lovely chocolate curls that made her want to run her hand through them herself. His jacket was lighter than hers; of course it was. It was probably a normal temperature to him and not frigid the way she thought it was. He looked so cozy she wanted to hug him. Other than gentle touches to the arm or hand, they hadn’t touched one another all that much. The ache she felt in her muscles to reach out and hug him was so strong she had to silently berate herself that she would look like a lunatic hugging in the middle of the building between college classes.

Eventually, she pulled herself from her thoughts. She found Harry smiling at her so sweetly while she thought about everything rapid fire while waiting for an answer. His friend was gone and she wondered how long she had been caught staring and nearly drooling over him while she warmed by the antiquated heating system.

“I would love to hang out, I’m not sure about staying over,” she admitted. “I have work in the morning.”

“S’fine,” he answered eagerly. “I’ll take any time I can have with you, love,” he looked at his feet and then up again, shyly through his eyelashes. Standing by the radiator was suddenly too hot. All he had to do was look at her. She would never need a heating system again.

*

“Do I look okay?” She asked Allie. She wasn’t trying to overdo it. She wanted to be prepared without looking insane. If she stayed over, she would have the T-shirt she needed for working at the local Starbucks. She could wear the jeans she had on currently, and no one would be the wiser. Her little bag of toiletries was shoved into the middle pocket of her backpack. The last step was to have Allie double check her outfit, hair, and makeup. That she wasn’t overdoing it for a Tuesday evening.

Allie paused from her painting wiping the back of her hand across her forehead to get the hair out of her vision. In doing so, she swiped teal paint across her skin. But it only made her look like the project herself. Her major was art, of course—she wanted to teach because it was one of the most passionate classes she took growing up.

Her teachers inspired her, and she wanted to do the same. Honestly, she already looked the part. Her outfits always consisted of bohemian skirts and the like. Her hair was a little frazzled but in an organized messy way. Allie added décor around the apartment that sparked a little flare to the selection of items she had purchased when they moved in. Her eye for color was impeccable and while she would probably have the same six prints hung on the wall, Allie was able to add something that didn’t quite fit their modern-twenty-something-year-old theme but nonetheless went perfectly. She was like a ballerina, utterly graceful. Like she floated from room to room and exuded beauty like it was her job.

Now, Allie looked her up and down. A black, long-sleeved T-shirt with the college name along the sleeve that she would wear to bed if she had to. She crammed a pair of leggings and socks alongside her bag of toiletries just in case as well. She wore a pair of Converse just in case she stayed the night and had to go to work right from Harry’s. “You look really pretty,” Allie promised with a smile. “Effortless beauty.”

She sighed with relief. “You’re sure. My hair isn’t too much?” She straightened it after a late afternoon shower. It would be easier to deal with if she did end up staying the night and didn’t shower.

“It’s very practical of you,” she assured her. “You’re not trying too hard, sweetie. I swear.”

“Okay,” she sighed again. “Is it weird I’m nervous?” She asked.

“Not at all. You really like him,” Allie reminded her. As if she could forget. “It’ll be fine though. You have nothing to worry about.”

Even though Allie was definitely her best friend, they hadn’t known each other long; there was still a long list of things she hadn’t told her yet. “I’ve...never spent the night with a guy,” she admitted.

Allie blinked. “Oh,” tilting her head curiously at her lovely friend. It seemed a little...not weird, but genuinely surprising. The girl was sweet as could be. They hadn’t delved too deeply into romantic histories, but it sounded like she had gone on enough dates back South to have stayed at a guy’s place before. “Well...it’s okay,” her tone was comforting.

Her face turned pink, and she looked at Allie as if she had all the answers. “What if I do it wrong?”

Allie smirked sadly. “Sweetie, you can’t do it wrong. Not if Harry likes you as much as he says he does. The way I saw how much he liked you. You were right,” she nodded her head firmly. “It’s different with you, trust me,” she wrapped her arm around her shoulders and gave her a squeeze. She smiled brightly as she ushered her out the door before she could talk herself out of doing something she knew she wanted to do. “And if he does try something shady, you just text me and I will come cut his dick off.”

*

Harry said five and she knew it was a fifteen-minute walk to his dorm from her apartment. It seemed like everything was a fifteen-minute walk. She passed dozens of people hurrying to their late-night classes or to the nearest dining hall (it was breakfast for dinner night which was always a school favorite). The air was so brisk for her southern skin. She wished she wore a scarf. But she wasn’t too far away, and she was sure she could convince Harry to turn up the heat for a bit if needed.

The sun was lower in the sky. The blue wasn’t quite visible anymore. The clouds turned the light around the sun varying degrees of white, pink, purple, and orange. It was stunning and she took a picture on her phone for Allie in case she needed something to paint. She had already painted another photo she had taken earlier in the summer when they first met and told her anytime that she took a nice picture she would gladly paint it.

Harry told her to text her when she arrived, and he would run down to let her in. But due to students not caring about the safety protocols of the building, she made her way in easily when someone held the door behind them while exiting. Once inside she was grateful for the warmth and took a few moments to enjoy the heat and calm the nerves bubbling in her veins. Once she gained feeling back in her fingertips, she called Harry. “Hey love, are y’here? I’ll head down,” he said and she could hear the shuffle of items.

“M'actually in the lobby. If you want to tell me which floor, you’re on, I can make my way myself.”

“Oh, love. M’sorry. I hope y’didn’t wait long,” she could hear the frown in his voice. “Fourth floor. M’standing outside the elevator waiting.” she headed up to the fourth floor of the building via the elevator. She pressed the button and waited for it to descend.

“Not at all. Got right in behind someone exiting,” she promised.

“Oh good. Okay, see you in a minute.”

Taking a deep breath, she was grateful she was alone on the elevator. It was just hanging out. It wasn’t a date. There was no reason to be nervous. Harry was extremely nice to her. When the elevator door opened, her heart stopped seeing him waiting for her. “Wow, y’look beautiful,” he said in greeting looking her up and down but in a way that didn’t feel excessive. Her cheeks felt red at his assessment.

“Thank you,” she smiled. “Thanks for having me.”

“M’pleasure, love,” he tilted his head for her to follow him down the hall to his room. She could hear music coming from the other rooms and even below her. “S’not as loud inside,” he promised.

She smiled. “It’s fine.”

He tapped the number on the keypad and opened the door for her to enter before him. “S’a pretty standard suite,” he shrugged. “Mitch’s room is over there,” he pointed to the door on the right side of the room. “Help yourself to anything in the fridge or cabinets.”

“You have a balcony?” She asked, dropping her bag on the sofa in the sitting area and rushing to the slider to look at it. He smiled at her excitement. She could feel it on her back as she looked through the glass. Harry didn’t go out there much because it was pretty closed off. Each balcony was enclosed with concrete walls on each side and a sloping wooden awning over top that extended past the rail. It almost looked like a prison cell with bars extending from awning to railing from end to end. Worry that drunk college students would fall being the reason. “Can I go out there?” She asked.

He chuckled. “Course,” he reached in front of her, unlocking the handle and pulling it open.

She stepped on the little area and peered between the bars to look at the cotton candy sky. “You get to see the sunset like this every day?” She asked.

He smirked. “Yeah,” he shrugged. “When m’home, I suppose. M’usually working or out and about around sunset.”

“I would live out here,” she told him.

“S’a little cold for you, I think.”

She wrinkled her nose at him so cutely in mock distaste, the expression on Harry’s face changed minutely and he smiled a little more. “That’s what blankets are for. It’s so nice,” but an involuntary shiver ran down her body completely shaking her theory.

Harry tilted his head back toward the inside. “Let’s get y’back inside before y’freeze t’death.”

“If I was going to freeze to death, it would have been on the way here,” she told him. “I should have gloves,” she rubbed her hands together quickly in response. He was right, unfortunately. The chill on the balcony ruined the warmth she got back when she entered the lobby of his building.

“Let me get y’some tea. The pizza should be here soon, too,” he promised. “I thought y’might want t’study a bit before we watch a movie,” he admitted. “If y’don’t, we can start right on the movie.”

She shook her head. “No,” she was quite relieved. There were a few homework problems she needed to finish and dreaded the idea of staying up late tomorrow night after a long day at work but of course would gladly suffer such a thing if it meant an evening with Harry. “That would be great actually.”

“Great,” he smiled. “Make yourself at home. I’ll get the tea,” he turned to the little kitchen area.

*

After homework, pizza, and a movie, it was nearing ten. They sifted through their regular course of conversation throughout homework and pizza time but remained pretty silent during the movie. The tension she felt between them was thick. She wanted to snuggle up to him but instead wrapped herself snug under the blanket he gave her. The idea of walking back in the cold fifteen minutes away seemed like a terrible idea. Even if Harry went with her.

Her thoughts rolled over about a hundred times weighing her options. She wondered if she should excuse herself to the bathroom to get a pep talk from Allie but stopped herself when Harry’s laugh quietly jolted her from her thoughts. Harry had one socked foot on the coffee table, the other on the floor, one arm draped along the back of the sofa behind her, but not in a romantic sort of way. His other hand propped his head up. His foot on the table bounced back and forth lightly in an easy rhythm. He looked so at ease. Not worried about embarrassing himself in anyway.

Must have been nice. When the movie ended about twenty minutes later, she glanced at her watch as discreetly as she could. “D’you want me to walk you back?” he asked.

She shook her head. “Um... it’s pretty late... and cold. I wouldn’t want to put you out—”

“S’no trouble at all,” he promised.

Her face warmed feeling like now he wanted her to leave. “Well, if you’re sure you don’t mind. I hate to think you’d have to walk back in the cold. I did bring a change of clothes but if you need me to—”

“Oh, oh,” Harry shook his head. Dropping his foot from the coffee table to the floor and turning to her completely. His eyes looked a little wild and she was surprised he looked so at ease moments ago. “Of course. I want you t’stay, love,” he promised. “You must pack light,” he shook his head. “M’so sorry it sounded like I wanted you t’leave. I do not want that. I jus’ assumed y’didn’t bring anything t’make y’comfortable staying over,” his cheeks turned the lightest shade of pink. She could see it in the low light of the lamp he and Mitch brought instead of the fluorescent overhead light. She sighed a bit with relief. “I don’t want you t’leave at all,” he promised.

The air in her lungs felt lighter then. “Oh. Okay.”

“Really,” he inched just a hair closer to her. If she wasn’t so focused on him, she might not have noticed the minute shift in his body language moving toward her. “M’really happy you’re here,” he whispered, and she knew the moment he looked in her eyes he was going to kiss her.

He was moving closer, she wasn’t helping. Her heart was beating so hard, she was surprised he couldn’t hear it. Surprised it wasn’t louder than the thrum of the music playing from the suite below him. He kept looking at her lips. The way they parted slightly. She breathed through her nose as she waited for him to get closer.

“I’ve never slept in a guy’s bed,” she blurted. Blinking, Harry stopped his motion half an inch from her lips. She could feel his warm breath across her face. He pulled back, creating a bit of space between them. He waited patiently for follow up. Gazing at her a little bit nervously. She closed her eyes and bit her lip. She turned her face away from him. “I’m sorry. That totally ruined the moment.”

“No,” he put a hand carefully on her blanket covered knee. “Not at all, love. M’jus’ trying t’give y’some time,” he promised. “M’jus’ waiting.”

She scrunched her eyes shut tighter seeing her blood rush in imaginary shapes behind her closed lids. She still faced away from him. She wanted to blurt it out. But was so scared he would reject her. Then she would have to walk home alone in the cold and dark. “I’m sorry.”

“For what, love?” She imagined the cute little pinch of skin between his eyebrows. Like he got when he concentrated while studying.

She took a deep breath and released an exasperated sigh. Her face felt hot still and maybe a walk in the cold would help her forget this. When she started to speak, her voice shook ever so slightly, and she prayed Harry didn’t notice. “For ruining—”

He did, and it broke his heart before she could finish the sentence. “Love, will you please look at me?” He interrupted. Harry didn’t rush her. It was so slow. A whole hour could have passed in that minute it took her to turn back to him, her hair falling in front of her face still hiding her expression from him. “You didn’t ruin anything,” he promised. “M’honestly... glad y’told me; means you’re comfortable.”

She didn’t have the heart to tell him this was the least comfortable she had ever felt in his presence, but she knew what he meant. “I really want to kiss you,” she whispered.

He smiled sadly. That must be a good sign for him, she thought. Despite the pause. But Harry must have also sensed there was more. “...but?”

She was quiet, bit her lip, and covered her eyes with her hand. “I’ve never been in love before,” she told him, the shake of her voice unmistakable. That must have really surprised him because he was silent. She didn’t dare look. There was still more. “And I’ve never—”

“Love, stop,” he said quickly. She was wrong. He wanted her to leave. This was so embarrassing. There were tears stinging the back of her eyes, but she still didn’t look—couldn’t look. Gently, he pulled her hand from her face holding it in his lap. He cupped his face with his freehand. “I jus’ want t’kiss you,” he whispered rubbing his thumb so softly against her cheek. It felt like the equivalent of his whispered voice. “Nothing more,” he promised. “Can jus’ be one kiss, even,” he suggested. “Nothing else,” he repeated.

She looked at those brilliant green eyes for so long she swore another hour passed in that minute. The shake of her voice disappeared. The stinging behind her eyes stopped. Her heart felt achy, and she leaned the final empty inches between them and granted his wish.

*

It was not one kiss. One kiss turned into another and then another and then she wasn’t sure she could keep count even if she wanted to. Harry’s hand cupped the side of her face the entire time. His fingers sliding between her hair right behind her ear and tugging her close. It had to have been hours by the time Harry pulled away, resting his forehead against hers. His breathing heavy across her cheeks as he pressed a kiss on her cheek, then pulled away to kiss her forehead. He tucked her head beneath his chin and pulled her toward him. It was quiet, aside from the music below them and their slightly ragged breathing. “Thank you,” he whispered.

She giggled slightly shaking her head against his chest. She was clinging to his short shirt sleeves with both hands, like he was a life raft. Granted, he did make her feel like she was drowning with kisses only moments before. They were quiet for a while, just basking in the warmth of each other. Every so often, Harry kissed the top of her head. His hand moved up and down her spine soothingly.

“Are you tired?” He asked. She shook her head. “Are you alright, kitten?” He asked nervously.

She nodded. “I’m good,” she sighed. “Promise.”

He sighed with relief. “Good,” he murmured in her hair. “’Ve wanted t’do that since I met you,” he admitted.

She smiled against his throat. “Yeah?”

“Very much so,” he mumbled.

“Can I ask you something?” She asked pulling back from him. It seemed colder than the air outside being so far away from him. It was almost harmful to her health.

He nodded. “’Course.”

“Have you heard the rumors about me?” She wondered.

He blinked. “No,” he frowned. “M’sorry. What rumor—”

She blushed. “Um... just that I’m not your type. I’m nerdy. Not...gonna be around long,” she turned away briefly. “I don’t expect you to propose or anything just for kissing me, Harry. I’m not insane. But I’m looking for a relationship,” she sounded way stronger than she felt. Looked him square in the eye as she said the next part. “But I don’t want to date lots of guys for weeks and not have it go anywhere or do anything. I want to have someone to depend on when I feel stressed, someone to sit with me while I do homework, go out to eat with or watch movies and—”

He smiled and chuckled softly as she spoke. Her heart felt so fragile and exposed and his laughter momentarily made her feel ridiculous. But after just a few seconds of his low chuckle, eventually, he sighed with relief. “Kitten, I’ve been waiting a very long time for you,” he whispered, cupping her perfect, gorgeous face, and kissed her again.

*

“Is it everything you expected?” He whispered. She snorted in the dark and Harry chuckled. Her body was warm and pressed close to his, spooned against his chest. She smelled like the raspberry chapstick she put on right before they climbed into his bed. He squeezed her, kissed her temple. His heart nearly broke listening to her worry about sleeping in the same bed as him. He knew there was more. More she was embarrassed about she couldn’t get it out in one full sentence. None of that mattered to him. Not even a little. “Can we talk?” He asked. She nodded silently against him. “You’ve never been in love?” He wondered.

She shook her head. “I think I’ve made it... too big of a thing in my head,” she admitted. “Too many rom-coms, fairy tales, and books I read as a teenager,” she explained. “It’s silly,” she whispered.

“I don’t think it’s silly,” he kissed the back of her head. “S’really nice.”

“My parents met on this campus,” she explained. “They love each other like...” she shook her head, his lips basically rubbing against her forehead with her motion. “I’m a lucky girl to witness that kind of love. To have grown up around that love while I lived at home.”

“S’that why y’transferred here?”

She shrugged. “It worked for them.”

“Love, m’not trying t’pry or say s’weird. Or make y’uncomfortable in anyway. But... m’shocked y’haven’t been in love. You’re stunning,” he punctuated the thought with another kiss to the back of her head. “Sweet, intelligent, jus’ so lovely. S’a miracle for me y’don’t have a line of admirers.”

She turned around in his arms to face him. She was eye level with him. Their heads sharing a pillow on the extremely small twin mattress. Her nose bumped his and he smelled her raspberry chapstick even stronger. “When I was in high school,” she whispered. “I thought I was in love. I thought we were in love. He carried my backpack with my insanely heavy AP History textbook, he brought me coffee to school, and drove me home from soccer practice,” her voice was even. Not a hint of sadness yet Harry felt this rush of sadness all through him.

“Y’don’t have t’tell me, kitten.”

She glanced up at him, even though it was dark, the light thrown from the moon, made it bright enough that he could make out the whites of her eyes. “I want to,” she admitted. Her regular confidence seemed to be shaken during their almost kiss. The thought of making her uncomfortable, especially after feeling like she ruined their first kiss was his worst nightmare. But conviction seemed to resurface as she began her story. Harry wasn’t sure he’d be able to stand where he thought it was going, but if she wanted to share, he would listen to every word.

He nodded. “M’listening,” he promised.

“We were having our first study date at his place,” she continued. “It was for our English literature class. We had to create a PowerPoint about a book we read. Highlighting all the symbolism and allegory. The history and whatnot,” it wasn’t relevant as to what they were studying. It wasn’t the point. She was stalling. Harry knew it. But he let her continue. “He invited me over because his parents weren’t home. His siblings were out. It was just us.” Harry was terrified he knew where it was going and even though she was perfectly whole in front of him, he felt so much anger coursing through him he worried he might hold her too tight. He held his breath waiting for the shoe to drop. “I thought he would just want to make out or something,” she whispered. “I’m pretty certain I was in love with a guy in my biology class the year before, so I knew I didn’t love him so maybe it’s my own fault for going to his house. Knowing what a guy like him—”

“It’s not your fault,” Harry interrupted. His voice was flat. He didn’t want her to continue. But he had to know. Needed to know. Because very honestly, Harry was going to kill him for hurting her.

She swallowed loud enough for Harry to hear, and she took a deep breath. “I told him I didn’t want to have sex,” she whispered very softly. “He said I was a waste of his time. All this time he could have been with,” she shook her head. “Three, four other girls. Not wasting months on someone that didn’t want to sleep with him,” she pressed her forehead against the top of his chest. “I felt so stupid,” her voice was so thin it was hard for Harry to hear her. He cupped the back of her neck and kissed her forehead. He hoped it was encouraging. So she would keep talking if she wanted. “I thought he liked me. I thought that maybe I wouldn’t get that earth stopping love my parents had, but maybe I would find a guy and we would grow to love each other like that. I know in hindsight that’s stupid to think at seventeen, but it was the only thing that made sense at the time.” Harry remained silent. “I walked home,” she whispered. “My mom just knew. She asked me a thousand questions if he hurt me. I told her he didn’t, but I think part of her still believes that I lied to her—”

“Y’did, kitten. He did hurt you.”

“He didn’t—”

“Love he broke your heart and your trust. He hurt you,” he said simply. “He’s an ass. An idiot. He should be in jail just for breaking your heart,” he promised. It felt so unbelievable that she had never been in love. He wanted to know more about the guy from her biology class, but he couldn't believe that someone so perfect to him hadn't been in love. “S’no wonder y’mum kept asking. Y’mum knows he hurt you. Y’jus’ pretended he didn’t so y’could protect your heart, love,” he explained. She was silent for a minute. Harry could feel her foot impatiently shifting between the covers, near the bottom of his legs and he continued waiting while she processed this information. “Have y’ever told anyone ‘bout this?” He asked quietly.

She shook her head. “It wasn’t...a huge deal,” she shrugged.

He was silent for another long moment, trying to control his anger. If he had his address, Harry was certain he would do something drastic “M’sorry y’feel like y’have t’minimize your feelings. You shouldn’t do that. Please don’t do that around me,” he murmured.

“Harry,” she sighed and pressed her forehead against his. “Where did you come from?” She asked. “Guys in college don’t... You can’t possibly be real.”

He smirked sadly. “I told you, I’ve been waiting a really long time for you,” he kissed her forehead, her eyelids, the bridge of her nose, and her cheeks.

“Harry,” she said softly.

“Yes, kitten?” he was so happy to have her so close to him. None of his daydreams during their walks or math lectures compared at all.

“It’s not going to bother you if—”

“M’sorry t’interrupt, love. But, don’t bother finishing that question. M’gonna take care of your heart. That’s it,” he promised and gave her another gentle squeeze. “Go t’sleep,” he murmured.

For a while it was so quiet, it barely sounded like she was breathing. “Thank you,” her voice was so soft he hardly heard her. As he drifted off with surely the love his life in his arms, part of him thought she wasn’t speaking to him at all.

*

In the morning, her alarm went off pulling Harry from his dream state. Surely having her in his arms was still a dream, though. He yawned, stretching, and turning to her as she looked nervously. “Sorry, I didn’t know it would be that loud.”

He smiled. “S’okay. Can I make y’breakfast before you go?”

“Oh, no thank you. I’m good.”

“Jus’ lemme get dressed and I’ll drive you.”

“That’s unnecessary,” she promised.

He smiled and kissed her forehead. “S’too bad,” he shrugged, rolled out of bed and headed to the bathroom to brush his teeth. When he returned, she passed him to get dressed in the bathroom and Harry quickly stripped himself of his pants so if she was finished in the bathroom shortly, he wouldn’t embarrass her by being naked from the waist down.

She did catch him with his shirt off, making her cheeks turn the lightest shade of red. Harry smirked tugging his shirt over his head. “Sorry,” she murmured and grabbed her bag to shove her clothes inside it. “Er...I was thinking, by the time I get out, it will be colder...and I don’t have the right coat to walk home. Could you drop me off at my car?” She asked.

Harry tilted his head at her. “I’ll jus’ pick y’up, kitten,” he could see her mulling this over in her head. There was a bit of worry in her eye. Fear of putting Harry out, he was sure. “Love,” he smiled sweetly. “M’picking y’up,” he promised. “More time t’spend with you.”

“You are...” she smiled shaking her head. “Something else, Harry Styles.”

*

Hey, kitten. Missing you. Hope you’re having a good day xx

Hi! I’m good. Busy with work and studying. Hope your day is good too!

It’s pretty good. Heading to the mechanic. Cars are the worst 😔 Work later. Wish I could see you 😭

At least there’s no class tomorrow

I’d rather have class just to see you xx

That’s really sweet 🥰 Maybe we should meet up during class time anyway?

You’re a genius, love 😘 absolutely. I’ll meet you after your class.

Sounds perfect!

*

Harry felt shameful. It was a bad week and Thursday was supposed to be a good day after all since they agreed to meet up despite not having class. Well... it was bad aside from math class and studying. Two things he never thought he would say out loud or even think in the privacy of his own thoughts. It was also good because she said yes to a date—a real date.

After their night together over a week ago and a busy schedule on both parts, this was supposed to be their first official date the coming Saturday. He had it all planned out. A fancy restaurant that he made a reservation for in the city. They would take the train in to save them the nightmare of parking. He asked her on Tuesday after class and he didn’t think he would ever forget her beautiful smile when she said yes. It felt like he won the lottery.

But Harry’s car had other plans. He took it in for a routine oil change the night before. During breakfast, he got the call. He needed new tires and new brakes. He knew about the brakes, but he thought he could wait until spring to get new tires—just get through the winter. The mechanic was insistent.

He felt awful as he walked with her on Thursday to study in the library. She was bubbly with excitement for the last week. About him. It was too good to be true. Of course, something had to go wrong. He felt terrible that he was going to have to cancel. “Hey, love?” He asked.

She was rambling about something. Harry wished he had tuned in more to know what and felt bad seeing her excitement waver. “Yeah?”

“Uh...” he sighed and gestured to the bench along the sidewalk. “I have t’ask y’to reschedule our date,” he looked so miserable. Her heart felt so sad seeing how upset he was.

“Oh,” she frowned. The excitement in her eyes was officially dead. Harry felt horrible. “Yeah... of course! Of course, we can. Is... are you okay?”

“I jus’ feel so awful,” he mumbled. “Asking t’reschedule.”

“Oh,” she felt her face wrinkle in confusion. She placed a hand on his bouncing knee trying to help the anxiety he felt. “That’s... that’s okay. Is everything alright? Like, is your family okay or is it a doctor’s appointment?”

Harry thought he was going to cry. “Uh... s’a little embarrassing,” he admitted rubbing his hand on the back of his head. He couldn’t look at her.

“More or less than me getting lost on my first day of class as a twenty-one-year-old?”

He smirked. “S’nothing,” he promised.

“I... I hate to ask this because it makes me sound so insecure... but is it something I did? Or did someone say something about me and now you don’t like me—”

“Jesus,” he shook his head and pulled her toward him quick. He kissed the top of her head, his arm draping around her shoulders. If there was any question of them being an item, Harry certainly squashed them all in front of everyone walking by. Being broke wasn’t as awful as listening to her feelings of inadequacy. “No, no,” he sighed heavily. “God, no, kitten. S’nothing you did. You’re... you’re perfect,” he gazed down to meet her gaze. “M’so embarrassed... I had a pretty expensive car repair t’take care of... so m’over m’budget for the month. I didn’t know at the time—”

“Oh,” she blinked and shook her head. “Oh... that’s okay. We don’t have to go to that restaurant,” she shrugged. “I mean... if you don’t want to go out, of course. But... I don’t need a fancy restaurant.”

His heart jumped to his throat. “Really?” He sighed with relief. “Kitten, I don’t want t’wait any longer t’take you on a proper date... would you want to have a picnic or something? I know that’s lame. S’not a proper date because y’deserve so much more but...m’not making sense, I know—m’jus’ really overwhelmed and—”

She put a gloved hand on the side of his face and smiled. Harry thought that he would see her eyes in every one of his dreams. In his head. Every time he closed his eyes. “I would love a proper picnic date,” Harry swore her smile was made of stardust. Or maybe snowflakes. “Will it be too cold though? We could have an indoor picnic.”

“I’ll make sure you’re warm,” he promised.

*

She picked Harry up and drove them to where he said. He filled her car with a whole bunch of supplies, food, and drinks. He told her to dress warm and she looked like she was ready to hike. Boots, warm thick socks, a big sweatshirt. She looked so cozy and warm. Once they got to the little place Harry had found when he first made it to college, he requested she wait in the car while he set everything up. “Don’t look, yeah?” He smiled.

She nodded and made herself busy looking at her phone. But after the third trip to the car, Harry could tell she felt bad. “Are you sure you don’t need help?”

“Stay put,” he insisted. After a few more minutes, Harry was at her car door. He was grinning like an idiot as he opened her door. “After you, kitten.”

There was a massive blanket laid on the grass. Along the edges there were little twinkling lights that he hoped made it feel like something out of a movie. Harry’s heart was thudding in his chest. A cooler with drinks and another with food was on one corner of the blanket. Finally, a tiny, portable space heater from camping with Mitch was directed at the blanket. She giggled. “Harry,” she sighed. “This is better than a fancy restaurant," he shook his head with a smirk.

“You’re still getting a fancy dinner, but I couldn’t wait any longer.”

She bit her lip and laid across the blanket gazing up. “This place is so pretty,” she whispered. “Look how nice the sky looks.”

It was getting chillier by the minute with the sun getting lower in the sky. Harry hoped to stay an hour or two but with the slight breeze he worried she would freeze. But the way she laid across the blanket made her look like a goddess. She belonged to nature. He knelt on the blanket beside her and grabbed the food he had planned. She rolled onto her stomach and then to a half-kneeling, half-sitting position. Harry brought sandwiches delighted by her request that her favorite sandwich was peanut butter and strawberry jam. They ate quietly for a bit and Harry poured cans of the sparkling wines he had in his fridge (he thought they might be Sarah’s, but he wanted something classier than beer or seltzers for their first real date).

The sky was pink and purple again after they finished their sandwiches and two glasses of sparkling wine. Harry baked cookies before she came to get him. They nibbled on those while chatting but mostly he just enjoyed her company and how happy she was to just be there with him. It seemed like she really didn’t need a fancy restaurant—even if he thought she deserved it more than all the rest.

When they finished snacking, Harry put the coolers back in the car and laid beside her gazing up at the sky. He pulled the corner of the huge blanket up over her shoulders and kissed the top of her head. “I could lay here forever,” he murmured.

“Me too,” she nuzzled herself closer to his warm jacket. He kissed the top of her head.

“M’sorry this is the lamest first date,” he grumbled still feeling the bits of inadequacy of what he wanted to give her because she deserved the best and not a single thing less.

“No way,” she shook her head. “This is so nice, Harry. I’m warm and cozy. I’m not worried about my dress looking right or spilling something on it. I don’t have to worry about which fork to use. There’s no one around to interrupt or stare at us...” she sighed. “It’s literally the best first date,” she promised.

“Stare at us?” He repeated.

“Surely you see everyone eyeing us every time we walk to class.”

He frowned. “I didn’t know,” he mumbled.

She tilted her head to meet his gaze. She looked genuinely surprised. “Hmm,” she hummed. “I’m not used to people staring at me,” she smiled teasingly. “You probably just tune it all out.”

He chuckled, rolling his eyes at her as he flicked her gently on the side of the head. “I only care when you’re staring,” he brushed his finger across her cheek. “S’like the only thing that matters now.”

“This is crazy, isn’t it?” She whispered.

“What?”

“Falling so hard?”

“Didn’t know y’were falling so hard,” he chuckled. She smacked his chest.

“Shut up,” she tucked her face into his side. He cupped the side of her face.

“I fell so hard, love,” he promised. “Fell so. Very. Hard.”

Harry thought about getting her back soon. It was getting colder by the second. But the sky was this multitude of sunset colors that made him never want to leave. He only wanted to exist right beside her in this little meadow of peacefulness and never let go of her.

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To that anon wanting some songs for their tz playlist:

Love on Top by Beyoncé

My Boo by Usher

18 by One Direction

There She Go’s by The La’s

Kiss Me Thru The Phone by Soulja Boy (i’m not even joking literally listen to the lyrics)

My Girl by The Temptations

Umbrella by Rihanna (obvi)

Can’t Take My Eyes Off You by Frankie Valli

Mona Lisa, Mona Lisa by FINNEAS

Crazy in Love by Beyoncé

Work Song by Hozier

The Power of Love by Frankie Goes to Hollywood

Home by Gabrielle Aplin

Light My Love by Greta Van Fleet

Heaven by Niall Horan

The Feels by Labrinth and Zendaya

Everything by Labrinth (can’t not)

I, Carrion by Hozier

Butterflies by Kasey Musgraves

End of Time by Beyoncé

Let Me Love You by Mario

Grow As We Go by Ben Platt

Sexual by NEIKED

Sunny by Bobby Hebb

A Song For You by Donny Hathaway

Secret Love Song pt 1&2 by Little Mix

Wildflower by 5 Seconds of Summer

That’s off the top of my head. People who have any further ideas feel free to add!

#song recs

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🎶 Last song you listened to: october by happy landing

🎵 Artist on Spotify giving you the feels right now: niall horan is having a moment in my spotify stats rn bc i've never really listened to his music before but i'm watching The Voice this season and he's adorable as a coach so i figured i'd give him a shot and i'm vibing hard with a couple of his songs rn

👯‍♂️ Fave Blorbo Moment: fav blorbo moment is when mickey turns down ian's bullshit promise ring stunt in 10x09, like i know it's a sad scene but i could write a thesis on how that moment is the pinnacle of mickey's character development so. yeah.

🍟 Your guilty pleasure snack: nachos

🌮 What food are you craving today: chicken quesadillas

📖 Last fanfic tab you opened: 'take a breath, pull me close' by simmazeing -- a very lovely husbands era fluff piece that i thoroughly enjoyed

🖌️ Favorite fic project you've created: for the shameless fandom i think it's gotta be my whumptober series because some of my new favorite pieces have come out of that project. but it did just finish yesterday, so ask me this again in a month and see where i'm at

👩🏼‍🎤 Next tattoo you want (or would consider if you're not a tattoo person): idk i think like, wildflowers or something? i like the idea of them on my ribs. or the inner upper arm. i don't know. i have one tattoo rn (a small heart on my hip, my sister has a matching one on her wrist) but i want more at some point

🧐🆓 What's living in your head rent free this week: funny if you think i have any working braincells left after finishing whumptober. (jk it's daily pictures of my week old baby nephew)

tagging: @suchagallabitch @callivich @lingy910y @mickeysgaymom @sickness-health-all-that-shit @michellemisfit @gallawitchxx @rereadanon and anyone else who wants to play !

#tag game #weekly tag wednesday

[the-green-dot]

#lyds speaks

[feeisamarshmallow]

Rules: shuffle your on repeat playlist and post the first 10 tracks, then tag 10 people.

Thanks for the tag @quelsentiment <3

VBS by Lucy Dacus

Unfamiliar Sheets by Courage My Love

I'll Follow You by Snarls

Bring It Home by Barenaked Ladies

Satanist by boygenius

I'm Only Me When I'm With You (cover) by Soccer Mommy

Stupid For You by Waterparks

Wildflowers by The Wailin' Jennys

Save My Life by Niall Horan

Amelia by Samia

Tagging (no pressure): @snowdropheart @impossiblehazelnut @zephsthings @justwhumpythings @bethanyactually @mcbangle @nightlocktime @extremesofmediocrity @rustystars @ernestonlysayslovelythings

#fee talks music #tag games

[mcxcuseme13]

Welcome to a series I like to call ✨️Posting People I Like In Entertainment As The Midnights Cover With Songs Of All Artists In Which I Associate Them Until TTPD Comes Out✨️ Long title, hard sell. Today we have Joe Burrow. This took too much time so please love it 😪

Songs Included (some with why):

Style TV- Taylor Swift

Spaghetti- Beyonce

Talking To Strangers- Maisie Peters (the superstitious part got me)

End Game- Taylor Swift

Caramel- 5sos (his caramel apple suckers 🥰)

Groupie Love- Lana Del Rey

The Last One- Maisie Peters

Heaven In Hiding- Halsey

Daylight- Taylor Swift

You Belong With Me- Taylor Swift

Wildflower- 5sos

What A Feeling- One Direction

Dress- Taylor Swift

Finally//Beautiful Stranger- Halsey

You Could Start A Cult- Niall Horan

Right Where You Left Me- Taylor Swift (Aaron Dessner did this song and he's from Cincinnati)

Cool- Dua Lipa (I mean... he's Joe Cool)

Written All Over Your Face- Louis Tomlinson

America Has A Problem- Beyonce

Afterglow- Taylor Swift (boxing with no gloves is MMA and UFC which he likes unfortunately)

#taylor swift #midnights #joe burrow #cincinnati bengals #nfl #football #5sos #maisie peters #lana del rey #beyonce #louis tomlinson #one direction #dua lipa #niall horan #halsey #art

[haztobegood]

First Lines

Rules: Post the first lines of your last 10 fics posted to AO3. (Sort by date posted.) If you have less than 10 fics posted, post what you have. 

Thank you @allwaswell16 for tagging me! I tag @reminiscingintherain @beelou @evilovesyou @wabadabadaba @panye @laynefaire @voulezloux @disgruntledkittenface @cyantific @muldxr

♦ Good Dogs Don’t Bark ♦ “I can’t believe you barked on stage,” Louis said.

♦ Stole My Heart ♦ Harry’s stomach growls as he walks down the pavement toward Mercury Chicken.

♦ Change of Plans ♦ “Louis, are you ready to go?” Harry calls out as he picks up the set of car keys from the ceramic bowl by the door.

♦ It's All Come and Go ♦ Louis lies awake in his bunk.

♦ The Rescue ♦ “You good to close up tonight?” Niall asks.

♦ More Than a Mic Drop ♦ The sweltering heat of the stage lights beam down on Louis as he moves across the stage.

♦ We're Getting Better With Time ♦ Harry drags the zipper around the sides of his suitcase, moving the checked baggage tag out of the way.

♦ Close Our Eyes (Pretend We're Miles Away) ♦ “Louis! Start the car! Start the car!”

♦ Virginia is for Lovers ♦ A tiny wildflower catches Harry’s eye.

♦ Hex Appeal ♦ Louis walks down the street, checking the name of each shop he passes.

#fics and wips

[unfortunate-arrow]

The Vaulties | Day 1: Best Song You Listened to While Creating

Cillian & Tadhg Lynch — Bloodline by Lowest of the Low

“When a father's full of hate / And he smothers his child / Will the child ever break from his bloodline / What is passed from age to age / Can be frozen in time / If we love we can escape from this bloodline”

Aisling Lynch — Wildflowers by Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers

“You belong among the wildflowers / You belong in a boat out at sea / Sail away, kill off the hours / You belong somewhere you feel free // Run away, find you a lover / Go away somewhere all bright and new / I have seen no other / Who compares with you”

Rynny (Ryan O’Donnell x Penny Haywood) — She’s A Rainbow by The Rolling Stones

“She comes in colours everywhere / She combs her hair / She's like a rainbow / Coming, colours in the air / Oh, everywhere / She comes in colours // Have you seen her dressed in blue? / See the sky in front of you / And her face is like a sail / Speck of white so fair and pale / Have you seen a lady fairer?”

Hartkade (Nate MacKade x Nova Hartley) — Since We’re Alone by Niall Horan

“Since we're alone / Yeah, you can show me your heart / If you put it all in my hand / No, I swear / No, I won't break it apart / Yeah, since we're alone / Show me all that you are / And if you get lost in the light / It's okay, I can see in the dark”

Luke Battersea — Unsteady by X Ambassadors

“If you love me, don't let go (hold) / Whoa, if you love me, don't let go (hold) // Hold, hold on, hold onto me / 'Cause I'm a little unsteady / A little unsteady / Hold, hold on, hold onto me / 'Cause I'm a little unsteady / A little unsteady”

Honorary Mention: Colm O’Shea — Hurt by Johnny Cash (cover)

“I hurt myself today / To see if I still feel / I focus on the pain / The only thing that's real // The needle tears a hole / The old familiar sting / Try to kill it all away / But I remember everything”

→ Hosted by @hphmmatthewluther while Nova belongs to @gaygryffindorgal

#the vaulties #lynch twins #hp victorian era #hp legacy era #aisling lynch #fbawtft oc #rynny #ryan x penny #hphm #hogwarts mystery #hartkade #nate x nova #luke battersea #hpma #magic awakened #colm o’shea #hp wwi era #hp ww1 era #my aesthetic #idk how much i like the aesthetic and i also don’t necessarily do creating songs #i also don’t have a penny fc so there’s adult!ryan only

[5sosfanfictioncatalogue]

Embarrassment Masterlist

A clean pair of boxers (ao3) - JetBlackHeart michael/luke E, 3k

Summary: Luke is notorious for 'borrowing' his bandmates' clothes, so Cal and Ash get revenge by stealing every last scrap of fabric from his hotel room. So understandably, Luke ends up in a bit of a predicament.

Luke finds himself naked in situations where he wished he had clothes, and wearing clothes in situations where he should probably be naked.

Arabis (ao3) - 1loulu5 calum/ashton T, 1k

Summary: “So, what’s your name, Arabis?”

Or, Calum and his new neighbour meet for the first time and talk about gardening over a batch of cookies.

Or, part 1 of my Seven Wildflowers series.

Don't Let Go (ao3) - dracomalfloy michael/luke E, 2k

Summary: “Hey, Mikey?”

“Yeah, babe?”

“I’m glad you’re the only one who can make me come in my pants.”

I'm gonna show you (ao3) - tinyglitterrose luke/ashton M, 3k

Summary: Luke wants to show Ashton that he can be dominant and fingers him against a window. Aftercare ensues because Luke gets scared he did something wrong.

Look at You, Looking at Me (ao3) - livefastdiehung luke/calum/ashton M, 1k

Summary: For as long as he can remember, Luke's loved being watched, the thought of being caught in compromising positions, being talked about. He wants to be seen, fuck, he'll settle for just being overheard.

Lucky Me? (ao3) - im_just_a_sucker_for_bromance calum/ashton E, 3k

Summary: When his mom had told him they were going to Ibiza to celebrate his birthday, Ashton had been more than thrilled but upon arriving there, he found out that a distant cousin of his would be joining them. The worst part of it was that he had to share his room with that cousin he had never met before. That was not the end of his troubles because said cousin was having fun teasing and seducing him, leaving him flustered.

Lucky Number (ao3) - The_Lady michael/luke T, 2k

Summary: Nothing gets Michael's blood pumping like a hockey game, especially when the Islanders' statuesque center, Luke Hemmings, is playing like the Calder winner he is. So maybe he lets his friends talk him into something a little cheesy, and maybe it works out. But, he'll never admit that to Calum and Ashton.

Pretty (ao3) - michaelstummy T, 1k

Summary: Luke is innocent and looks good in lace.

Teacher (ao3) - orphan_account michael/luke, michael/niall E, 4k

Summary: When Michael shows up at Luke's door Luke decides to just tell him what's been on his mind for a while.

Or the one where Michael shows up at Luke's door and they get drunk and watch a tape together.

The Boy with the Crush (ao3) - felixandtae luke/ashton N/R, 3k

Summary: Ashton is a freshman who is infatuated with Luke, his best friend Calum's friend, who is a Junior. He always tries talking to him and would do anything for the basketball star. But Calum was sick of Ashton talking about Luke all the time and let it slip to Luke that Ashton is crushing on him.

What happens when Luke finds out?

The Colors On Your Back (ao3) - tinyglitterrose luke/ashton T, 2k

Summary: Panties. A pair Luke hadn't seen before.

A beautiful and soft baby pink hugged the tan cheeks, a bow - black again - but this time the size of probably a tennis ball clung to it.

Like Ashton was a present, waiting to be unwrapped by Luke.

---

Luke finds out that Ashton wears panties and he likes that more than he thought he would.

The Forgotten Sex Toy (5SOS Group Chat) (ao3) - flowercrownmikey michael/luke G, 1k

Summary:

Ashton: I think we need to talk about it Calum: about what Luke: about what Ashton: the fact that when I was cleaning our shared house Luke: please don't Ashton: I find a GAY SEX TOY stuffed into the cushions of our SHARED SOFA and I TOUCHED it with my own HAND before I realised that I had my hand on a fucking ANAL VIBRATOR

OR// Ashton finds a sex toy and demands an explanation in the group chat.

The Most Beautiful Man In The World (ao3) - babushcat (MerrytheCookie) michael/luke T, 6k

Summary: Michael keeps running into his new attractive neighbor and is an overall disaster.

Writer's Round (ao3) - dwarvenchord luke/ashton, michael/calum G, 5k

Summary: “I’ve got it! We just had someone drop from our writers' rounds group, and we’re having people send in applications to fill the spot. Luke- you have to apply.” Sierra excitedly bounces in her seat as she puts the pieces together.

“Hell no, not a fucking chance.” Luke instantly says, thumping his hands onto the tabletop. “Not in a million years, Sierra, not happening."

or, Luke has never played music in front of anyone before, Calum and Sierra unknowingly team up to get him a spot in a writers' round, and Ashton may have a new reason to like working the night shifts.

You Can Make All The Moves (ao3) - mukeinruins michael/luke T, 2k

Summary: Michael pulled his hand away and laughed as an almost inaudible whine made its way from Luke's mouth. "You don't seem too upset."

You Made It All Worthwhile (ao3) - SilentlyFighting michael/ashton, luke/calum G, 21k

Summary: “Because the other four are seated around this room sharing our moment and making memories with us.” I reply, getting playful teasing from the others before they happily agree.

“Thank you for making it all worthwhile.” I whisper that night as I fall asleep surrounded by some of the greatest friends I have in my life and the person I care about the most.

#5sosfanfictioncatalogue #5sos fanfic #angst #embarrassment #embarrassment masterlist #masterlists

[firstelevens]

shuffle game

rules: you can usually tell a lot about a person by the type of music they listen to. put your playlist on shuffle and list the first 10 songs, and then tag some people. no skipping!

”Africa Dream” by Reflection Eternal

“Saturday Nights” by Khalid

“Girls Chase Boys” by Ingrid Michaelson

“Silence” by Marshmello & Khalid

“Wildflowers” by Tom Petty

“As It Was” by Hozier

“Does Your Mother Know” by Christine Baranski

“Delicate” by Taylor Swift

“You Go Down Smooth” by Lake Street Dive

“Slow Hands” by Niall Horan

tagging: @birdhapley, @philtstone, @jadedofmara, @aivley-reblogs, @sonseulsoleil , and @bisamwilson

#zainab does ask meme things #no pressure obvs I just LOVE to hear what people are listening to #also. mildly furious that this provides such an accurate picture of what I listen to.

[1d1195]

Protection VII

Read the rest here: Protection

Warnings 6.2K words of angst (and maybe like two or three lines of PG-13 smut)

“Don’t you look lovely, darling. Meeting a date?” Niall asked.

Harry glared at him. She shook her head with a laugh. “No, no dates after the ankle thing.”

“You’re better off without him,” Niall agreed.

“Harry said the same thing.”

“M’sure he did,” Niall smirked knowingly.

She spent each of the next mornings curled in Harry’s lap, kissing him until her lips hurt, grinding her hips against his groin so her breathy little gasp worked through her until she saw stars. Harry started leaving extra clothes for himself in her spare room—especially after she wore leggings the following day which caused him to make a mess of his boxers with all her perfect grinding. She pouted whenever he stopped her from pulling his pants off.

“What are we going to do, Harry?” She asked resting her head on the front of his shoulder. She was so goddamn cute.

“Jus’...have t’think of a plan. Explain the situation. Maybe convince them y’don’t need a protection detail.”

She snorted. “Good luck. I’ve been trying to say that since the day they got here.”

He chuckled. “I know, kitten,” he kissed the side of her head. “I jus’...need t’do it as right as possible. M’not used t’breaking protocol so badly like this.”

“It’s not for everyone,” she shrugged her fingers twining with his as she snuggled closer. He chuckled at her, shaking his head as he nosed at her hair. She could feel and hear his heartbeat thudding in his chest. “You do want me, right? I’m not being...crazy?”

“No more than usual," he said dryly.

She punched his stomach without any force behind it. “I’m not crazy.”

“You’re a little crazy,” he told her. She rolled her eyes. “M’crazy ‘bout you,” he murmured into her hair. “Utterly. Course I want you.” She sighed with relief, and he rolled his eyes. “I jus’ don’t want t'get myself in t'some real trouble or you in trouble.”

“I think everyone at that place would agree that I am the trouble.”

He rubbed one hand up and down her back soothingly. She tried to remember if anyone she had ever been with made her feel so at ease, so comforted by just their touch. After a few moments of silence, she decided no one ever had. Harry was the first and only one to make her feel so safe and adored.

Even if he wouldn’t take his pants off.

“M’gonna have t’resign,” he told her. “More than likely.”

She sighed. “I know.”

“M’sorry.”

She shrugged. “You’ll make it up to me.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah,” she sighed as she tried not to think about the looming darkness that surrounded her mind. If she didn’t think about the air of something sinister, then it wouldn’t become a problem. Right? Harry didn’t seem to feel it and he had a sixth, seventh, and eighth sense about this type of thing. If it was a real issue, it would present itself. She was just so used to things going poorly for her. For bad things to be at every corner. She was waiting for the other shoe to drop.

But she was being ridiculous...right?

“Y’okay, there, Miss Wildflower?” He hummed. “Awfully quiet...”

“Just thinking about what you look like naked,” she shrugged casually.

“Behave.”

“Make me.”

“Don’t,” his voice hummed darkly. She shivered and nuzzled closer. Stop worrying. She told herself. Everything is good.

“Do you want anything for Christmas?” She asked trying to distract herself from the negativity seeping in.

“No, you’re plenty," he answered immediately.

She rolled her eyes. “Did you already get me a gift?”

“Course,” he smiled proudly.

“I hate you.”

He couldn’t stop kissing her. Part of him thought if he stopped, he might die. But if his lips didn’t stay attached to her skin, it would end him, he was certain. It felt so easy to touch her, hold her, kiss her. He wanted to make her come over and over. The idea of having her fully naked and not just slipping his hand between her pants and underwear seemed like heaven. But he had to try to do some of it right. He couldn’t do it while he was working. It wasn’t...protocol. It was a surefire way to get himself fired. He’d be put on some list that meant he couldn’t see her. Something. It was bad enough he was touching her so much. But again, if he stopped, he could die. He wasn’t willing to take that risk.

So, he would touch her and wait until he could figure out a plan. “I...I should tell you m’spending New Years in England.”

“Oh,” her voice was surprised. But it made sense. Of course he would go home to see his family. The sadness crept into her tone almost immediately--even though she was happy for him. Harry deserved to see his adoring family. He deserved all the happiness in the world. “That’s nice.”

He smirked. “I want you t'come with me...if y’want...if I figure out all this...stuff.”

The relief was immediate. There was a whoosh of air that fell from her lungs and exhaled through her lips into his shirt. “Oh, thank goodness.”

He laughed and kissed her ear. “You silly little wildflower,” he squeezed her tightly to him. This was heaven. Perfect.

*

Harry didn’t even want a day off. But he had to pretend just in case anyone thought it was suspicious that they literally didn’t leave her apartment for the three days post-first kiss.

“Did you break her?” Niall asked.

She was practically docile--someone even ventured to say Harry had given her sleeping pills in her food. Even when Harry wasn't there, the agents she was left with were amazed by how calm she was. Everyone was talking about it. Harry rolled his eyes. “No,” he mumbled sipping his pint. Harry saw one of the agents on her detail enter the bar. His eyes immediately scanned for her, but he wanted to play it as coolly as possible. He definitely didn’t think about the way her mouth fell open when she came on his fingers. He didn’t think about how her body felt so soft and warm below his. Or how perfectly her lips fit against his.

He didn’t think about breaking protocol.

But she looked so fucking pretty. It was impossible to ignore the sight of her. She was in his every thought when she wasn’t around. Harry practically sighed at the sight of her. Niall looked in the same direction as Harry briefly.

“Hey, isn’t that—” he turned back to Harry to see his lovesick gaze. Niall swore he saw fireworks exploding in Harry’s pupils, turning into the shape of a heart as he watched her. “Whoa...” Harry ripped his gaze away from her entrance and stared at the table. “Harry,” Niall’s mouth dropped open for a moment in surprise.

“Niall, shut it,” he grumbled.

A smile grew on his face. “Holy shit. Mr. Protocol himself,” Niall threw his head back and laughed. “This will be good,” he sipped his drink. “You’re a fucking idiot.”

He knew that. God did Harry know that.

She was much better at being casual than Harry was. After all, she had perfected the look of disinterest quite well for the better part of a decade. The agent found a space at the end of the bar and waved to Harry and Niall.

She glanced at him, like she didn’t know Harry was here and then followed the path of his wave to see Harry and Niall. Harry honestly probably looked miserable. She smiled excitedly and hurried over anyway.

Delight was pouring from Niall. “You should take lessons from her, she’s much less obvious,” he was practically giggling.

“I’ll kill you,” he promised sipping his drink to keep from fawning over her the way he wanted to.

“Hi Niall!” She cooed and slid into the booth beside Harry. He could feel the heat rolling off her and he wanted to put his arm around her, kiss the side of her head. But instead, he just looked at Niall.

“Don’t you look lovely, darling. Meeting a date?” Niall asked innocently.

Harry narrowed his eyes at him and wrinkled his nose in distaste. Harry hated the idea of her dating anyone now. He didn't like it before but that was due to their idiocy and immaturity in taking care of the pretty girl and understanding her wants and needs.

And the fact that Harry was really subconsciously jealous all that time anyway.

She shook her head with a laugh. “No, no dates after the ankle thing.”

“You’re better off without him,” Niall agreed. He filed the paperwork on him...and maybe took it upon himself to make sure his car was targeted for more parking violations than others. Just something to make up for his shitty personality leaving her stranded on a cold rainy night.

“Harry said the same thing.”

“M’sure he did,” Niall smirked knowingly.

“Shut up, Niall.”

He was getting too much enjoyment out of this. Her hand gently rested on the seat between them. Her pinky touched his. Just the touch of her little finger was enough to ease the anxiety he felt of Niall blowing their cover. She and Niall chatted like two old friends while her pinky gently rubbed up and down the length of his. Soothingly. Niall couldn’t blame Harry for falling for her. She was adorable and now he had a front row seat to her pretty face. He asked about her new TA position—he was filing paperwork on her mentoring professor and what her plans for research were following graduation.

“Harry helped me study, so I owe it all to him,” she said kindly.

Niall felt his expression soften. Harry saw it in his face, he knew it well. She had that effect on people. “Mm,” he hummed. Niall honestly liked her. Maybe not as much as Harry of course, but seeing this version of her--the one that clearly stole his friend's heart-- he liked her. His run in with her a couple of months back didn’t really show how much she liked Harry as Harry, not her bodyguard. He was Niall's closest friend and her liking Harry meant a lot to Niall. She asked questions about his job and listened intently. Asked meaningful follow-up questions too, and really seemed to care about his answers about his employment even though she hated DSS.

“It’s not your fault you work for Satan in one of his field offices,” she shrugged casually. Harry smirked, rolling his eyes as Niall cackled. “I’m...gonna run to the restroom, do either of you want another drink?” She asked getting out of the booth.

“Oh, I’m going to fall in love with you, darling.”

She blushed bright red. “Jesus Christ, Niall,” Harry sighed rubbing a hand over his face. She looked at her feet.

“I thought I was being so sneaky,” she pouted.

“Oh, you’re fine, darling. It’s Mr. Heart Eyes over here.”

Harry shook his head, turned his attention to the girl he adored so very much (and so very obviously). “Careful in the bathroom, love.”

“I’ll call you if I fall in,” she rolled her eyes causing another laugh from Niall.

*

She was washing her hands at the bathroom sink, when a girl entered the restroom with tears in her eyes. “I hate men,” she mumbled. She snorted as she dried off, giving her a sympathetic nod. She was looking at her makeup in the mirror when the other girl pushed open the window. One that she previously escaped from, and she smiled at the thought. “Do you mind?” She asked, lighting a cigarette.

“Not at all,” she said inspecting her reflection closely. She knew Harry was going to be here. Because he mentioned he was meeting Niall. Maybe it was clingy of her to follow her...well, he wasn't really a boyfriend yet. She thought to herself. But the person that I enjoy making out with, would really like to exclusively date, and desperately want to see naked. She was excited to follow him, kind of. Even if it was a bit clingy for her normal behavior. Even if she had spent every moment with him over the last few days where he'd done things to her with his fingers that took violating protocol to a whole new level. So being in the bathroom where her not-boyfriend-boyfriend-maybe-in-the-right-light was going to be meeting in his friend wasn't that crazy of her.

But when all was said and done, she liked to believe it was divine intervention that she was in that bathroom at the time. The exact moment a stranger had a rough night--a night that was dampened by men which she knew well--and opened the window. Especially once she heard the conversation coming from the outside.

“Rose?” As much as she hated that name, she couldn’t help but register the word and respond to it in some capacity every time she heard it. “She’s all subdued now. Think it's because of Styles.”

She faltered ever so slightly. The other girl paid no mind to the words said all but three feet from her puffing on her cigarette. She scrolled through her phone almost mindlessly while blowing the smoke out the window. She had no idea that the man outside was talking about Harry--and her. She stared at her reflection, gripped the sides of the sink for support as she listened.

“I bet they’re fucking,” he said. She swallowed thickly at the accusation and despite situation, she wanted to say I wish.

No, no, no. Everything was fine. It was good. She didn’t...want this. She wanted...Harry.

“M’just following orders...it's gotta be soon. Listen. If we can’t get her alone, then it’ll have to be a more public option. Or we’ll have to take out Styles too...s’just orders.”

When her dad became Secretary of State, she may as well have had a full college course on kidnapping and ransom. Her dad was in a pretty powerful, influential position in one of the most affluent countries in the world. DSS essentially trained her for everything except for torture--although after two days of service on her detail, she was sure they wanted to train her in that too.

She wondered what the girl not listening while she smoked (to the end of the world as in her mind) would do if she threw up right in the bathroom sink. “Hey,” she whispered thinking on her feet. “I think I heard my ex-boyfriend,” she said to the girl quickly. “Can you see what he looks like?” She asked.

The girl glanced out the window as covertly as she could. “Can’t really see him. Looks too old though.”

She faked a relieved smile but felt anything but relief. “Thanks,” she leaned closer to the mirror straining to hear more of the conversation.

“Until we get rid of Styles; we can't get rid of her.”

That was enough for her. Harry would do anything to protect her and knew that he would probably break every bone in his body...or worse...before he let something happen to her.

She knew that Harry...wonderful, perfect, Harry...was too good to be true.

She exited the bathroom and went back to the booth with the boys. They both smiled at her return. Niall’s, was one of amusement.

Harry’s smile however...Well, she was obsessed with all things Harry. She could catalogue every version of every smile he had. This one had the flair of adoration etched in his eyes, on his lips. She wished she could smile back and match the intensity of his grin, but she still felt like she was going to throw up.

The only people that called her Rose were people in DSS. Which meant that it wasn't just anyone that wanted to hurt her. It was someone that in theory, if she liked DSS as a whole, she was supposed to trust.

Harry, she trusted with her life. But she couldn’t trust anyone else. She knew if she told him, something would happen. He would disappear. They would deny it. It would play right into what they wanted. Her pretending not to know until she could figure out a plan was her only shot.

But that meant...

She knew her life was too happy.

“Didn’t fall in?” Niall asked. Harry rolled his eyes.

“S’jus’ protocol.”

“Think protocol flew out the window, Mr. Styles," Niall smirked.

She stiffened a bit at the word window and slid back in beside Harry. She wondered if he noticed she was a smidge closer to him now.

He did.

“So, Niall, you were in charge of hiring Harry?” She asked.

“Recommended him myself. But sort of. I do a lot of the vetting process, typically.”

It would kill Harry if Niall was the problem. He couldn’t be. “No skeletons in Harry’s closet?” She grinned mischievously while her stomach continued knotting.

Harry rolled his eyes while Niall laughed. “No. But I didn’t do his vetting. There’s another person above me that does it as well.”

So, Niall wasn’t the problem. She nodded. “Well, I still kind of hate your job, but you brought Harry around. So, I guess you’re not all bad.”

“No. Some of us aren’t,” Niall grinned and Harry boldly swept his hand over hers and gave it a squeeze before taking a sip of his own drink.

This was going to break her in half.

*

“I can get y’five minutes,” Niall--as Harry's wingman and definitely not worried about DSS protocol the way Harry was ever--murmured taking one last gulp of his drink and headed toward the agent on her detail tonight. There were more agents outside, as always—especially when Harry wasn’t working. She gave his hand a secret squeeze as she exited the booth and made her way for the bathroom again.

Harry waited three minutes. It was definitely not protocol to aid her sneakiness. But it was also not his shift. Plus, he was no longer in full control of his emotions or ability to act normal. He tossed a few bills on the table and sauntered casually over to Niall and the other agent. “Did y’pass her off t’someone else?” Harry asked.

The alarm on the man's face was immediate and Harry honestly felt bad for the poor guy. “Shit.”

“Oh Lord,” Niall murmured.

“I’ll look out back,” Harry sighed dramatically. He hurried toward the back of the bar and out the door. He followed it around the back of the building searching for her because he didn’t actually know where she was. But soon he was yanked toward the empty space between a huge truck and the building.

“Five minutes?” She asked running her hands up the front of his shirt.

“Yes,” he smirked. She grinned, bringing her arms around his neck and kissing him in the next moment. Harry was already obsessed with the feel of her mouth. How it molded perfectly against his. He loved the taste of her tongue and how warm she felt in his arms. “Three minutes, Miss Wildflower,” he murmured after several tantalizing kisses.

She sighed into his mouth. While Harry was casually enjoying their make out session, she was strategically planning. It was the last time she was going to kiss him for who knew how long. It was a miracle she didn’t cry. She deserved an Oscar for her performance. It topped every one of her disinterested and snotty, bratty acts over the last seven years.

She just hoped Harry didn’t feel it was a goodbye kiss.

It wasn’t fair.

After a few moments of breathlessness, he pressed his lips messily to her face. It brushed a bit of her eyelid and part of her nose. “See y’tomorrow, kitten.” She smiled because if she spoke, she would break. She would tell him everything she heard and if...something happened to Harry...

Losing her mom had been the worst thing to ever happen to her. Part of her died the day that she did. Harry was the only person that felt close to home anymore. She was rapidly sliding closer to her late twenties and she wasn't stupid; most studies said she wouldn't make too many long lasting friendships as she got older.

Losing Harry in any capacity would be a nail in her coffin, and she knew he would do anything to protect her whether he was on her detail or not so at the very least--pushing him away for his own safety was the least she could do.

“Ready?” He asked, smoothing his shirt, her shirt, and making sure he didn’t have an unsightly (but to her it was quite sightly) bulge in his pants. She nodded. Harry grabbed her awkwardly by the elbow and it broke her heart that the last time he was touching her would be by the elbow of all places.

“I found her!” He shouted. She rolled her eyes and sighed heavily flaring up the drama.

The other members of her detail were there. One of them, at least, needed to be hated most of all. Sorry about the paperwork, Harry. She thought. There’s going to be a lot of it.

Harry squeezed her elbow without anyone else noticing before he let her go.

When she got home, she sobbed into her pillow for an hour before she continued planning.

*

Hey, love. Gonna be late. Have an emergency meeting before I head over. I’ll bring you coffee.

There was no response, but he thought nothing of it. Harry was on cloud nine. Even if he hadn’t fully thought through a plan of what to do, there was nothing that could shake the euphoria he felt just thinking about Miss Wildflower.

Maybe he could get Niall to help him.

He headed into the office heading to say hello to Niall before he went to his supervisor’s office. But when he got to Niall’s, he looked like he had seen a ghost. “Hey, do y’know what m’meeting’s ‘bout?”

He nodded silently. “Sorry, Harry.”

“Sorry?”

He handed him a piece of typed paper. A statement. The first sentence broke his heart. It was a miracle he could still stand.

“To whom it may concern: I can no longer have Harry Styles on my protection detail. I think I am developing feelings for him that are outside the realm of what they should be. I do not want to jeopardize his career. Please remove him from his duties but please don’t fire him. Mr. Styles has been nothing but a model for DSS. The picture of protocol. He deserves a promotion for dealing with me over the last five months. His work ethic and attention to detail is unmatched. I’m very sorry for the inconvenience.”

Harry dropped the paper back on the desk. He marched back outside, tapped her name on his phone. It went right to voicemail. He tried again. Back to voicemail. He sent a text: Answer. Now. Are you kidding me?

It got no response. His heart literally felt like it was severing in half. Right through his aorta--it made his fingertips feel numb. He was certain this was what a heart attack felt like. It was shattering. He felt sick. “Love, please,” he murmured into his phone after it went to voicemail again. The air in his lungs wasn’t working. It wasn’t enough. It felt like he was suffocating.

What are you doing, love?

Why didn’t you...?

I’m sorry.

Harry wanted to cry but he was at work and... he didn’t know why she did that. Why she would ever send that statement. It didn’t seem right. Something was wrong. How did he miss it? How did he not notice? What happened between last night and this morning?

He was so mad at everything and maybe even mad at her. Her stupid, perfect kiss made him dizzy. It made him miss signals that he never should have missed. He should have seen this. He knew every expression she had and it...

He couldn't even properly blame her he adored her so much.

“Harry, come on,” Niall was standing in the doorway of the building that he suddenly hated as much as she hated. But what else was he supposed to do?

He followed Niall.

*

She was antsy. So antsy she wanted to call the agency and just ask them to get this over with so she could get back to what she wanted to do—figure out a way to grovel at Harry’s feet so that maybe he would take her back. Maybe knowing what was going to happen or what was supposed to happen wasn't good. She made sure everything was in place. Annoyingly in place. She hoped she hadn’t missed anything. She was pretty confident she thought of everything, but this was...this was her life. This was Harry’s life. It made her nauseous to think she could have missed something.

She had to look casual when they arrived. Of course, she had no way of knowing if the next agent to walk through her door would be the one that she overheard but everything she did...everything she planned...it had to be...enough. They wanted it quick right? She made it so. It had to be enough.

Enough to get Harry out of danger until she could figure out the next step.

How does one look casual when you know you’re going to be kidnapped? She had no idea what the story was here, what their play was. How was she supposed to...do anything?

There were so many variables. Too many. All she wanted was to snuggle up to Harry and watch their next movie. She hoped he would forgive her. Maybe not right away. But maybe eventually. If this all led to nothing—if Harry wouldn’t be in her life—then there would be nothing. But at least he would be okay. She honestly felt she owed Niall everything for bringing Harry into her life. She hoped this would be enough and at the end of it all he wouldn't hate her either.

She busied herself with a book that she wasn’t really reading. Snuggled into the sofa that still had remnants of Harry’s cologne soaked into the cushions. It was a miracle she wasn’t crying. All the walls she had built over the last seven years had made it so she could hide all the emotions she felt. Shoved them down into the depths of her mind.

There was a knock on her door.

“Hello, Miss. How are you?” Harry’s supervisor asked. She blinked at him. Surprised that he made the trip out. He never came to her apartment. “Wonderful,” she rolled her eyes. “How are you?” She asked politely.

He smiled. “Just have to ask you some questions, about Mr. Styles.”

“Sure.” To be expected.

Her mind was somehow light. She imagined it was like when moms forgot the pain of childbirth. The adrenaline pumped through so much that it made her forget that this was serious. It was very well possibly dangerous. But there was nothing that could stop the feeling of dread in her chest.

But if he called her Rose like he did last night, she wasn’t sure she would be able to keep her cool.

“You’ll just have to come to the office with me,” he explained. She sighed dramatically, grabbed her Keds by the door before turning back for the sofa. She sat down and tied them into place on her feet. Pulled the sweatshirt that Harry wore the night she twisted her ankle over her head. If she was going to do this, she needed to feel like Harry was right there with her.

“You realize it’s Christmas, yeah?” She rolled her eyes. “I have shopping to do, presents to wrap?” She shoved her book into her backpack and placed it over her shoulder as she headed for the counter where she left her phone.

“You won’t need that,” he said gently. She stared at him briefly and tilted her head at him like he was stupid.

“I won’t need my phone? I’m twenty-five years old. Of course, I need my phone,” she tried to shove past him, but he grabbed her backpack’s free strap. He pulled it from her grip effortlessly as she managed to fake the confusion on her face.

“You won’t,” his voice was monotone. Simple. He wasn’t giving anything away.

It took a lot to remind herself that she was playing a part. That she knew where this was headed. "I knew I hated you all," she ground out as he marched her out of her apartment.

There was a driver waiting out front. Her doorman waved to her casually, as if she was off for a day on the town. She wondered if he was in on it too. She didn't have a thing of her own with her. But of course, the doorman had no reason to expect DSS would betray her.

They passed the field office. “Where are we going?” She asked alarm and annoyance equally coating her tone.

Silence.

About half a mile away they pulled to the side of the road. The driver wasn’t an agent, that much was clear. But Harry’s supervisor got out quickly. “Rose, it’s been lovely.”

She wished she could have at least smacked him across the face before he left her. She glared at him as the car pulled back to drive.

*

The driver took her on a dizzying drive of circles and traffic stops. Eventually they went to a quiet neighborhood with nearly no cars and he brought her to an abandoned, empty warehouse. There were signs of construction but given it was the holiday season, she imagined nothing would be happening anytime soon—all the more reason to bring a kidnapped party to the building. He didn’t speak to her. Even after she tried to make a run for it when he opened the car door. Still playing the part.

But then he wrapped her wrists with zip ties. Her heart was no longer playing. She was terrified with the realization that this wasn’t something she could just get out of at any moment. This was real. She thought of her mom. Her mom would tell her to be brave. Not that her mom would ever expect her to ever be in a situation like this. But her mom would never let her give up. So she couldn’t. She wouldn’t. Harry was at the end of the tunnel. He had to be.

Given that she knew something like this was coming, she slept most of the day—it also helped that she hadn't slept much after her night of planning. Plus, it passed the time and the anxiety in her. It was dark when she woke up. She wondered when or if Harry would figure it out before all her planning went into action. Her stomach growled with hunger and her mouth dried wanting something to drink. She would even drink water at this point and she smirked thinking about how Harry would laugh at her. Her head ached but she took that as her caffeine dependent mind longing for Starbucks. The driver left her for a long time, that was clear.

He returned at some point after the sun had set, and it was cold against the concrete floor. His approach was nearly silent. Soundless. Must have ditched the car.

He had water for her, and a sandwich. She ate it wordlessly. “Aren’t you supposed to be a bitch or something?” He asked.

She blinked at him. “Aren’t you supposed to be intelligent or something?” She responded. He chuckled, but then slapped her across the face so hard tears flooded her eyes instantly. She grimaced as she hid her gaze from him. She didn’t want to see the satisfaction on his face that she made him teary.

“That prissy princess-y shit may work with DSS but it won’t work with me,” he promised her.

She believed him. “What’s the plan here?” She asked.

He chuckled. “You really think I’m that stupid?’

She rolled her eyes. It was a gamble on her part given he just smacked her for her sarcastic comment. She took her two hands to bring the water to her lips. “No.”

“M’not telling you anything.”

“I don’t expect you to tell me the fucking goal, you prick. I just want to know why I need to be kidnapped. I have Christmas plans,” she grumbled. She wanted to sound entitled. She wanted him to tell her something, to slip up.

“Don’t bank on it,” he murmured, turning on the space heater and walking away from her. It was dark again and she felt like her sandwich was going to come right back up.

It wasn’t much, but this wasn’t the kidnapping she thought it was. This was much worse.

*

“What’s your name?” She asked. It was morning again embarking on day three of being in this concrete cold wasteland. The unnamed party was scrolling through his phone, like this was a waiting room and he was waiting for the doctor to call him. There was a gun at his feet. Just like Harry's.

Unlike Harry's, it made her uneasy just to see it.

He rolled his eyes. “Don’t,” he muttered.

She sighed. “I can call you Mr. Assface if you like. Seems fitting,” she shrugged.

“I could put a bullet in your face if you like. Seems fitting.”

She glared at him, but she felt her throat dry up. “So, killing me is part of the plot,” she mumbled to herself. “Why?” She asked. She didn’t expect an answer, but she didn’t think he was brilliant. Someone that was ready to shoot her for name calling didn’t seem like he would be the brains of the operation. He would slip up eventually.

“Money of course,” he answered anyway.

She blinked in surprise at his sudden answer. “Money? I don’t have money,” she rolled her eyes. Not the kind of money that warranted kidnapping and killing.

He sighed. “Aren’t you a biochemist or something? Aren’t you supposed to be intelligent?” She bit the side of her tongue hard enough to draw blood. She didn’t want to respond to his taunt because yes. She was intelligent. She believed that despite all the stuff she didn’t know, she was four steps ahead of all this bullshit. “Daddy’s money.”

Okay, maybe she was only two steps ahead. She swallowed the lump in her throat. Her...her dad wasn’t even a thought in her mind. He certainly threw a wrench in her plan to escape. It was supposed to be just...DSS. That shitty office and its shitty employees (except Harry, Niall, and maybe that poor secretary she terrified a couple months ago). It was Harry’s supervisor, right? What the hell could her dad have to do with it? She hadn’t heard from him since Thanksgiving and before that...it didn’t make sense. “My...dad?” She repeated quietly.

“So I’ve been told.”

Her brain scrambled for something. Some small detail she was missing. There was something that she missed. Something that would put everything together succinctly. “You don’t understand,” she said gently, almost pleadingly. It was suddenly way darker than she thought. She wasn’t sure this was worth getting rid of Harry. This was bad. “My dad doesn’t care about me,” she shook her head. “He never visits me and he just...” she trailed off. Her brain trying to make connections that weren’t there.

“Shut up,” he snipped. He wouldn’t listen to her pleads. He didn’t care if she died it seemed.

"He won't save me. He won't care. You won’t get money. I don't know what they promised you, but he...he won't even know I'm missing. You'll kill me for no reason."

"Daddy’s little girl? He won’t let you die. Or if you do, a political big wig like him? It will make for great publicity."

She released a strangled whimper. This was so bad. She wished she could get the zip ties off--this wasn't what she thought it was. She had to get out. Harry's going to kill you, she thought, but she didn't say that out loud. God, she hoped he would find her. Niall had to have told Harry by now, right? He had to have gotten her message now that it was morning again--although she wasn't sure what time. Her plan had to work to some degree even if other elements had changed. She swallowed, trying to rearrange her plan and think as quickly as she could given this new information.

"Then let me send him a video, please. To DSS?”

He snorted. “Surely by now you know DSS is a bit compromised,” he rolled his eyes. She had to be quick, she was grateful she had enough sleep, despite her head aching from no caffeine.

“But...not everyone," And that she knew was true with one-hundred percent certainty. "Someone... they’ll have to investigate. They’ll have to send it to my dad. I can get this going faster. Maybe get you more money than you were supposed to,” she added quickly. That piqued his interest because he finally looked at her again. Looked at her like she was actually worth something now. Not just a pawn, not just an order. She was worth something. “I’m Daddy’s little girl after all, right? At the heart of it?” She had tears in her eyes, and she wished she could say they were fake. Wished with everything in her that she was acting right now and that this wasn’t some last-ditch effort. The words tasted terrible in her mouth. The idea that her dad would care at all.

All her careful planning might have been for nothing.

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any music recommendations?

I‘m glad to you asked.

I was intact tempted to send you my 250k utterly specific playlists that have the weirdest names, but instead I handpicked a few that just won‘t get out of my head.

Welcome to the colour of my Rainbow eerrr music taste post.

(If I am a good girl I might even add playable audios to this or whatever... so yeah Click the song title to be redirected to THE YouTube)

• Intergalactic by the Beastie Boys or „How to make people go crazy while you wobble on the floor bc this slaps“

• Young and Doomed by Frank Iero and The Future Violents or „Oh wow the second one already is by the jersey motherfukxer gremlin“

• Honey by Halsey or „How does that godesss write amazing songs without intending to write an actual song“

• Hollywood by Lewis Capaldi or „why does this hit into the feels, but not like the others?“

• Le parole lontane by Måneskin or „the band that has the intention to make everyone horny“

• Dasher by Gerard Way or „the story behind this song makes my wanna pick their brain and eat a piece“/„oh look a mother jersey motherfukxer“

• Vampire Money by My Chemical Romance or „The song by the Jersey motherfukxers that makes me go wild immediately and dance like a mf”

• Back and White by Niall Horan or “do I wanna dance or happily cry in a corner?”

• Impossible by Nothing but Thieves or “Will I ever get over this stupid song?”

• charity by YUNGBLUD or “why does this speak the truth?”

• Wildflower by 5 Seconds of Summer or “sending horny vibes”

• Again by grandson & Zero 9:36 or “can I eat this song?”

• All Star by Smash Mouth or “no, don’t ask - I have no clue”

• Blood // Water by grandson or “why do I walkways turn back to this song?”

• Bloodline by Luke Hemmings or “Softly whispering feels, that stab you 100%”

• Break My Stride by Matthew Wilder or “yeah idk”

• Bury Me Face Down by grandson or “JuSt dO IT”

• Centerfold by The J. Grips Band or “this slaps”

• Champagne Supernova by Oasis or “do all heur. Songs basically sound the same but somehow still slap?”

• Changes by David Bowie or “did she once saw this song performed by ballet dancers and since then it’s meaning has exploded to level 10001?”

• Creep by Radiohead or “does she know other Radiohead songs?”

• Dear Maria, Count Me In by All Time Low or “ I got your picture, I’m coming with you”

• die without u by LØLØ or “sometimes I wish I could bury you alive”

• Encore 2: One Day More by The Les Miserables 10th Anniversary cast or “why does my leg hair stand up?”

• Everybody Talks by Neon Trees or “One hit wonder?”

• Fluorescent Adolescent by Arctic Monkeys or “Why is this not a candle name?”

• Footloose by Kenny Loggins or “Yes I’m queer leave me alone”

• Four Letter Words by K.Flay or “Yes”

• How the World Works by Bo Burnham or “why isn’t this played for educational purposes in school?”

• I’m with You by Avril Lavigne or “how does this still slap like the first time listening to it?”

• Iris by The Goo Goo Dolls or “*cries*”

• Kein Liebeslied by Kraftklub or “I’m dumb”

• Killer Queen by Queen or “should this be played at my funeral”

• Kokomo by The Beach Boys or “ja”

• Lemon Tree by Fool’s Garden or “wait that’s a German artist and I like it?”

• Love race by Machine Gun Kelly feat. Kellin Quinn or “what?”

• Parasite Eve by Bring Me The Horizon or “??? Oh ya!”

• Violence by Frank Iero and the Future Violents or “can someone tattoo the guitar intro into my fucking brain?”

• Take it Easy by the Eagles or “this should be my mantra”

• I Was Made for Lovin’You by Kiss or “This goes to my blorbos”

• Summer of ‘69 by Bryan Adams or “I wasn’t even born yet”

• Africa by Toto or “is this a choir song made to be sung by entire stadiums?”

• Paranoid by Black Sabbath or “can you help me occupy my brain?”

• Smoke on the Water by Deep Purple or “another guitar intro to tattoo on my brain”

• The Boys Are Back in Town by Thin Lizzy or “oh boy”

• Paint it Black by The Rolling Stones or “Just Paint it all Black Mf”

• Smooth Criminal performed by Alien Ant Farm or “yes they were right this song is rad and screamed reeeedo me”

• Bulls on Parade by Rage Against the Machine or “have ya read the lyrics?”

• Love Buzz by Nirvana or “shit”

• What’s Up? by 4 Non Blondes or “this just has to be included motherfuckers”

• Never Gonna Give You Up by Rick Astley or “let’s not just do it for the memes”

• Time In a Bottle by Jim Croce or “ohhhh”

• If I Could See the World (Through the Eyes of a Child) by Patsy Cline or “I wish”

• I’m Still Standing by Elton John or “get up cowards and dance bc yes you are still standing”

• Hooked On a Feeling by Blue Swede or “nah not that angelic voice Swede from the gay pirate show”

• Everybody wants to Rule the World by Tears for Fears or “nothing ever lasts forever”

• Go Your Own Way by Fleetwood Mac or “just play it mf”

• Burnin’ for You by Blue Öyster Cult or “these names are so cool lol”

• December, 1963 (Oh, What a Night) by The Four Seasons or “is that a hotel or a garden centre?”

• Sweet Emotion by Aerosmith or “they just know how it goes”

• Kickstart my Heart by Mötley Crüe or “this name is fraught out of a fantasy novel and they just found out about dots over letters”

• 9 To 5 by Dolly Parton or “idk I can’t explain why this slaps so hard but it does”

• Wanted Dead or Alive by Bon Jovi or “yes”

• Tainted Love by Soft Cell or “yes yes”

• That’s All by Genesis or “it’s always the same”

• You Shook me All Night Long by AC/DC or “are they sure it isn’t AD/AC?”

• Life is a Highway by Rascal Flatts or “yes this is the Car soundtrack”

• Dancing Queen by ABBA or “all their songs slap let’s be real so why not choose the one everyone knows?”

• Girls Just Want to Have Fun by Cyndi Lauper or “it’s the truth!”

• (Don’t Fear) The Reaper by Blue Öyster Cult or “Romeo and Juliet”

• On my Way by Phil Collins or “brother bear soundtrack”

• I’m on Fire by Bruce Springsteen or “🔥”

• I Won’t Back Down by Tom Petty or “pep talk”

• Major Tom (Völlig Losgelöst) by Peter Schilling or “why didn’t they use the og version, but instead the one translated for the masses”

• Deutsche Bahn by Wise Guys

• Sweet Home Alabama by Lynyrd Skynyrd or “did I miss a nyrd”

• Drift Away by Dobie Gray or “if you don’t think this slaps unfollow me”

• September by Earth, Wind & Fire or “🔥”

• What a Wonderful World by Louis Armstrong or “this was my grannies fave”

• Make it Stop (September’s Children) by Rise Against

• Nothin’ But a Good Time by Poison

• Fade into You by Mazzy Star ⭐️

• The Whole “Bein Dead” Thing from Beetlejuice

• Desolation Row performed by My Chemical Romance

• Ambulance by My Chemical Romance

• Letters to The Lost by COUNTERFEIT.

• Midnight by Creeper

• Cyanide by Creeper

• Ring of Fire by Johnny Cash

• Foundations of Decay by My Chemical Romance or "the jersey motherfuckers are back in town"

• I Walk the Line by Johnny Cash

• Fire Away by Chris Stapleton

• Stranger by Jesper Munk

• Self Esteem by The Offspring

• Heaven Help Us by My Chemical Romance

• Sabotage by the Beastie Boys or “Start and Finish line”

I know this might seem excessive, but I couldn’t cut it down further. And I cut it down like A LOT. Basically all the songs by the each of the jersey motherfukxers had to go. And then I had to cut it down even further and it’s still a long list lol.

#music recommendation #song recommendation #music #I'm such a stupid bitch I swear ... #I hate this soooo much #this took sooooo long so if you do not appreciate this I will eat you alive #mood #I'm a stupid cow #If Any of the links does not work or is the wrong one hit me up I'm tired as fuck

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making another long ass post with all the songs i’ve added to my song of the day playlist while i wasn’t posting on here! if you notice a few artists repeating over and over and over it’s because i’m obsessive and crazy, hope this helps <3

april 15: the birthday party — the 1975

april 16: mclean’s baby boy — neighbor susan

april 17: cyclone — maude latour

april 18: cornelia street — taylor swift

april 19: if i could fly — one direction

april 20: waterfalls — the wldlfe

april 21: kleenex — baby boys

april 22: hot crush lover — blu detiger

april 23: tornado warnings — sabrina carpenter

april 24: i can’t be with you — the cranberries

april 25: happily — one direction

april 26: daylight — taylor swift

april 27: the alcott (feat. taylor swift) — the national

april 28: meltdown — niall horan

april 29: high infidelity — taylor swift

april 30: american jesus — nessa barrett

may 1: weird! — yungblud

may 2: alone — halsey

may 3: pool house — the backseat lovers

may 4: i wish you would — taylor swift

may 5: 505 — arctic monkeys

may 6: wildflower — 5 seconds of summer

may 7: find you — new friends

may 8: everything has changed (feat. ed sheeran) (taylor’s version) — taylor swift

may 9: 1994 — cavetown

may 10: blondes — blu detiger

may 11: my kink is karma — chappell roan

may 12: barely on my mind — the regrettes

may 13: forever & always (taylor’s version) — taylor swift

may 14: hey stephen (taylor’s version) — taylor swift

may 15: ghosts! — sophie cates

may 16: things i wish you said — sabrina carpenter

may 17: coney island (feat. the national) — taylor swift

may 18: teardrops on my guitar — taylor swift

may 19: love story (taylor’s version) — taylor swift

may 20: phases — maeve touhey

may 21: superstar (taylor’s version) — taylor swift

may 22: red (taylor’s version) — taylor swift

may 23: mary’s song (oh my my my) — taylor swift

may 24: you all over me (feat. maren morris) (taylor’s version) (from the vault) — taylor swift

may 25: hope ur ok — olivia rodrigo

may 26: you’re somebody else — flora cash

may 27: two weeks ago — maisie peters

may 28: hits different — taylor swift

may 29: snow on the beach (feat. more lana del rey) — taylor swift

may 30: hotline (edit) — billie eilish

may 31: holy ground (taylor’s version) — taylor swift

june 1: you need to calm down — taylor swift

june 2: phases — maggie lindemann

june 3: (she’s) sexy + 17 — stray cats

june 4: where do broken hearts go — one direction

june 5: i don’t wanna live forever (fifty shades darker) — zayn & taylor swift

june 6: love at first fight — lany

june 7: the only exception — paramore

june 8: science — niall horan

june 9: haunted — taylor swift

june 10: how does your girlfriend feel about it — chloe lilac

june 11: wow (feat. sabrina carpenter) - remix — zara larsson

june 12: walking the dogs — sophie cates

june 13: i’m too pretty for this — claire rosinkranz

june 14: white flag — clairo

june 15: disappear — sophie cates

june 16: is it true — tame impala

june 17: backyard boy — claire rosinkranz

june 18: summer bummer (feat. a$ap rocky & playboi carti) — lana del rey

june 19: goldie — a$ap rocky

june 20: under the weather — mac miller

june 21: brazil — declan mckenna

june 22: the good witch — maisie peters

june 23: brooklyn baby — lana del rey

june 24: sister golden hair — america

june 25: jane — jefferson starship

june 26: part of the band — the 1975

june 27: lie — nessa barrett

june 28: bsc — maisie peters

june 29: vampire — olivia rodrigo

june 30: milk — the 1975

july 1: july — hunny

july 2: 143 — the know

july 3: get free — lana del rey

july 4: end game — taylor swift, ed sheeran, & future

july 5: violets for roses — lana del rey

july 6: when emma falls in love (taylor’s version) (from the vault) — taylor swift

july 7: i can see you (taylor’s version) (from the vault) — taylor swift

july 8: superman (taylor’s version) — taylor swift

july 9: last kiss (taylor’s version) — taylor swift

july 10: electric touch (feat. fall out boy) (taylor’s version) (from the vault) — taylor swift

july 11: satisfied ? — jayden bartels

july 12: wendy — maisie peters

july 13: screw time — claire rosinkranz

july 14: castles crumbling (feat. hayley williams) (taylor’s version) (from the vault) — taylor swift

july 15: ruby tuesday — the rolling stones

july 16: no sleep till brooklyn — beastie boys

july 17: pale blue eyes — the velvet underground

july 18: charlotte sometimes - single version — the cure

july 19: jet black heart - live from the royal albert hall — 5 seconds of summer

july 20: the girl who cried wolf — 5 seconds of summer

july 21: catch fire — 5 seconds of summer

july 22: teenage dream - live — 5 seconds of summer

july 23: easy for you to say — 5 seconds of summer

july 24: the band and i — maisie peters

july 25: don’t you (taylor’s version) (from the vault) — taylor swift

july 26: me — the 1975

july 27: up to me — lany

july 28: how to draw / petrichor — the 1975

july 29: seashore — the regrettes

july 30: superfruit — maude latour

july 31: annabel lee — silver cup

august 1: august — taylor swift

august 2: what was i made for? [from the motion picture “barbie”] — billie eilish

august 3: xxl — lany

august 4: settle down — the 1975

august 5: roll over, baby — lany

august 6: cruel summer — taylor swift

august 7: end of the day — one direction

august 8: talk to myself — nessa barrett

august 9: new romantics — taylor swift

august 10: bad idea right? — olivia rodrigo

august 11: bags - recorded at electric lady studios — clairo

august 12: the adults are talking — the strokes

august 13: stuck on us — claire rosinkranz & aidan bissett

august 14: seeing stars — børns

august 15: 3am — halsey

august 16: ptolemaea — ethel cain

august 17: oxytocin — billie eilish

august 18: all the things she said — poppy

august 19: hell is a teenage girl — nessa barrett

august 20: football game — sophie cates

august 21: playing on my mind — the 1975

august 22: bandages — lexi jayde

august 23: afterglow — taylor swift

august 24: ruby — kaiser chiefs

august 25: hell ain’t a bad place to be — ac/dc

august 26: waste the night — 5 seconds of summer

august 27: british bombs — declan mckenna

august 28: honeymoon avenue - live from london — ariana grande

august 29: if you wanna — the vaccines

august 30: into the black — chromatics

august 31: end of beginning — djo

september 1: there it goes — maisie peters

september 2: stadium love — metric

september 3: youngblood — 5 seconds of summer

september 4: vintage — blu detiger

september 5: inc. — dori valentine

september 6: story of another us — 5 seconds of summer

september 7: carousel — 5 seconds of summer

september 8: teenage dream — olivia rodrigo

september 9: lacy — olivia rodrigo

september 10: the grudge — olivia rodrigo

september 11: thin white lies — 5 seconds of summer

september 12: bleach — 5 seconds of summer

september 13: outer space / carry on — 5 seconds of summer

september 14: you signed up for this — maisie peters

september 15: she looks so perfect — 5 seconds of summer

september 16: bad omens — 5 seconds of summer

september 17: caramel — 5 seconds of summer

september 18: all-american bitch — olivia rodrigo

september 19: ballad of a homeschooled girl — olivia rodrigo

september 20: love is embarrassing — olivia rodrigo

september 21: best years — 5 seconds of summer

september 22: disconnected — 5 seconds of summer

september 23: come when you call — tv girl

september 24: easier - live from the vault — 5 seconds of summer

september 25: home is where the hurt is — lany

september 26: can’t replace you — keira kennedy

september 27: personal best — maisie peters

september 28: there it goes - acoustic — maisie peters

september 29: ilysb - stripped — lany

september 30: no — lany

october 1: october country — october country

october 2: when it was over — grace enger

october 3: sugar & cinnamon — lany

october 4: flowers on the floor — lany

october 5: love me — the 1975

october 6: heart out — the 1975

october 7: brb / kiss — lany

october 8: hericane — lany

october 9: broken home — 5 seconds of summer

october 10: get him back! — olivia rodrigo

and after 40 minutes of typing, we’re all caught up! side note: this list makes it very easy to track album releases i was excited about AND the four recent concerts i went to (and the resulting pcd)

#taylor swift #5 seconds of summer #the 1975 #lany #maisie peters #olivia rodrigo #sabrina carpenter #lana del rey #the rolling stones #ac/dc #the cure #sophie cates #clairo #the regrettes #billie eilish #one direction #niall horan #blu detiger #the national #claire rosinkranz #lexi jayde #declan mckenna #the backseat lovers #ethel cain #mac miller #maggie lindemann #nessa barrett #halsey #djo #arctic monkeys

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Ace Of Spades (Traducción)

by UsaguiGolden

Vivir como un omega protegido en un pueblo agrícola no ha preparado a Harry para la vida a bordo del barco pirata más notorio que navega por el Atlántico.

O Louis es un pirata, Harry es su prisionero y nadie es quien dice ser.

Words: 4845, Chapters: 1/15, Language: Español

Fandoms: One Direction (Band)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: M/M

Characters: Louis Tomlinson, Harry Styles, Zayn Malik, Liam Payne, Niall Horan, Gemma Styles, Nick Grimshaw, Steve Aoki, Oli Wright, Luke Malak, Matt Dinnadge, Michael Blackwell, Andy Samuels, Ben Winston, James Corden, Isaac Anderson (Musician), Stan Lucas, Jay Tomlinson, Original Male Character(s), JD Woolsey

Relationships: Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Pirate, Alternate Universe - Historical, Regency, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha Louis Tomlinson, Omega Harry Styles, 19th Century, Pirate Louis Tomlinson, Kidnapping, War of 1812, Spies & Secret Agents, Boats and Ships, Sailing, Ocena, Minor Character Death, Threats of Violence, Threats of Rape/Non-Con, Threats, Mentions of Slavery, Adaptation, Adaptation of The Wildflower, Aristocracy, character injuries, Guns, Daggers, Weapons, Plot Twists, Secrets, Arranged Marriage, Slow Burn, Innocent Harry Styles, Suspension Of Disbelief, Drugs, Alcohol, Islands, Violence, Sick Character, Near Death Experiences, kissing smut, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Rimming, Louis Tomlinson Calls Harry Styles Pet Names, POV Harry Styles, Happy Ending, Angst with a Happy Ending, Hate to Love

via AO3 works tagged 'Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson' https://ift.tt/9ViQMr5

#author #larry stylinson #larry fic #ao3 feed larry #Ace Of Spades ♤ (Traducción) #<p>by <a rel= href="

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