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Hey! I’ve been wondering, what would Y/N do if she’s on her period and she gets a stain and stuff and she’s with the boys when it happens? Like would the boys help her cover it?

It happened once during the phh era. It was after the band was doing a sit-down couch interview for their new Documentary Book.

YN sits in the middle right in front of Harry while he sits on top of the back of the couch. Right after the interview was over, YN stood up and shook the interviewer's hand. Now, Harry doesn't mean to take glances at her bum—he's a guy and it's right in his line of vision—but as he's sliding his way down from his seat, he notices the tiny red spot on the bottom of her shorts. It wasn't completely noticeable if someone was looking from afar, but it was there nonetheless.

Niall seems to have spotted it too because he shares a worried look with his bandmate.

So before she can walk away, Harry puts his hands on her shoulders and reaches over her to shake the interviewer's hand. "Thanks for havin' us."

YN's a little startled by his actions but can admit that she doesn't mind his closeness. Niall goes around and whispers to the other boys and they immediately get into big brother mode. Without her suspecting anything, they all discreetly make a huddle behind her as they make their way out of the studio.

Once they get into their green room, she spins around to face the boys with her hands on her hips.

"Okay, what's goin' on? Why yeh lads acting so weird?"

"We're not acting weird." Zayn rubs his hand on the back of his neck, looking at the other boys. "It's just..."

"Just whot?" She sassily raises her eyebrows, feeling an unnecessary amount of anger rising up in her chest. Her mind starts to race a thousand miles a minute: was this a "boys only" type of secret? She thought they were better than that kind of bullshit. Do they not trust her? What could it be?

"Oh, YN. Yeh stained your shorts." The band turns their heads to her stylist, Emma. "Oh, sorry. Didn't know you boys were in here. Now shoo. We got some lady business to deal with." The woman waves her hands and the boys shuffle out of the room.

Before they're fully out the door, Harry looks over his shoulder to see the somber look on YN's face, no doubt feeling the guilt of her attitude towards the boys.

Once the band is back on the road, YN lays on one of the leather couches in the back of the tour bus. She's changed out of her outfit for earlier in exchange for her plaid pj pants and an oversized hoodie. She's clutching a pillow to her chest as her eye focus on the TV screen.

She still feels bad for how she acted towards her bandmates earlier and if she thinks about it too much she just might cry. Ugh, she hates being hormonal.

Her eyes redirect towards the sliding door when she hears a knock on it and soon enough she sees Harry peek his head through.

"Hey, lovie."

"Hey, H." She gives him a sad smile.

"Y'alright? Can we come in?" He asks carefully like one wrong move can set her off.

"We brought yeh snacks!" She hears Niall from somewhere behind Harry and sees a hand waving a bag of candy above his head. YN huffs out a laugh and nods.

She slowly sits up, puts the movie on pause, and sees all of the boys squished together by the doorway, all dressed in their pajamas.

"Um, m'sorry for the way I acted towards you guys earlier. Yeh didn't deserve that." She plays with the end of the pillow on her lap. "Thank yeh lads for—" YN waves her hand in the air vaguely. "—doing all of that. Can yeh guys forgive me?"

The boys all give each other a look in playful contemplation and the dramatic anticipation makes her roll her eyes.

"We forgive you," Liam nods his head. "If you allows us to ambush you in a water fight for tomorrow night's show."

She's about to agree with ease, she's never one to back out from a water bottle fight, that is until Louis pipes up from the side.

"And," he stresses. "You can't fight us back."

YN purses her lips to the side. "Can it be towards the end of the show?"

They all share another look and nod in agreement. "Deal." YN smiles warmly and catches the thrown bag of candy.

"Now can we join yeh now? I heard Julie Andrews on the telly." Niall shoves his way through the group and plops down on the couch next to her once she gives them the go.

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And for the rest of the night, her and the boys stay up and watch the Princess Diaries until their eyes are too heavy with sleep. She thanks God that it's nighttime already and the only source of light is the TV on the wall because seeing the boys all scattered around the back of the bus, making silly comments about the Disney film as they show their own way of comforting her during this time, has her constantly (and discreetly) having to wipe away the tears building up in her eyes.

She blames her rapid hormones...yeah, thats what she keeps telling herself.

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thisoneforthemcurls · 4 years

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overstepping a line.

hello. last story in april. x plot: h and his girl are watched by jealous eyes. this photo doesn’t belong to me.

The two of them were drunk on each other. His hands held on to her hips as she let her own wander upward and to his neck, caressing and rubbing the soft skin of right under his jaw. It was a gesture he found so endearing he tightened his hold on her and leaned down further, just enough to press his mouth to her cheek and humming against her warm skin. She smiled and so did he, lost in her eyes and in the depth of the love he felt for the girl in his arms. Harry’s entire body was tense and overtaken by a buzz. To any person watching, their interaction had something silly, an innocent display of love and trust between two people who were utterly infatuated.

Some stares could not stand it. One woman in particular eyed and observed every little move Harry made. She pushed her long locks from her shoulder and pulled at the hem of her dress, exposing a little more thigh than before. She’d brushed past the couple and had lightly touched Harry’s shoulder while doing so, hoping to get any kind of reaction from the handsome guy. That he kept his eyes on the woman in front of him and didn’t even notice the foreign touch slowly but surely soured her mood. Her eyes drifted to Y/N and her anger and jealousy was briefly overshadowed with curiosity. She couldn’t quite understand how, but the woman was glowing. She seemed warm and radiated so bright, no wonder Harry couldn’t look away. So, she decided to wait. Eventually one of them would have to part to go to the loo or get another drink and that was when she would catch him.

The two didn’t notice. Y/N felt like her heart was flying and Harry himself struggled to come up with words to say to her because none of them seemed to be enough. With every passing moment, he found himself fall deeper. Y/N wasn’t thinking anything different. She felt like she could faint and Harry could tell, too, which made him dizzy with pride and smile at her smugly. His hands kept caressing her skin under her shirt and pressing innocent kisses to her heated skin, moaning and whispering how in love he was. More so to himself than to her.

“Harry,” she breathed and nipped at the tender spot right by his collarbones.

“Hm?”

“Want to get out of here?” her eyes sparkled innocently enough to make him weak, “I’ll let you take me home.”

Harry’s head spun. Home would be where the alcohol she had consumed would wear off and he’d get to lay her down on their bed and kiss her silly. She’d have her legs hooked around his hips and he would moan into her neck, overwhelmed by how lucky he was to be with her.

“You make me insane,” he breathed and connected his mouth with hers, kissing her deeply and wrapping his arms around her waist.

Y/N whimpered and tightened her hold on him. Though she was happy to be the first girlfriend Harry had a relationship with he didn’t hide, she wanted to get away from there. She only liked to share her Harry for so long and wanted to get him back into the privacy of their flat.

The curious woman watched them, an even bigger frown on her pretty face. She knew that it would have been the right thing to look away and let them have their moments together and in love. But she couldn’t help herself. He was stubborn. How he refused to notice anyone other than his girlfriend excited and challenged her, rather than it doing anything to scare her off. She couldn’t understand.

Harry would lose his mind if he’d stop thinking of his girlfriend for a moment and gave himself to her instead. She had bewitched a fair amount of men with a smile alone. Oh well. Hopefully she would get a chance to convince him. And then it happened. Harry’s mouth moved from the girl’s lips up to her ear where he hushed words to which she nodded and smiled. His hand squeezed hers before he turned around and walked away, into the direction of the bathrooms.

Practically an invitation.

Her eyes briefly found Y/N’s figure. She kept swaying along to the music, movements much smaller than they had been when she’d had her boyfriend guide her. And she looked happy. The woman almost let the idea go, but then she noticed the red hickey on Y/N’s skin and red hot jealousy warmed her body. There was no time to be wasted and so she set her drink down and hurried into the same direction Harry had gone. The toilet was located at the very end of a narrow and poorly light hallway, one that was to her luck deserted and so free for her to wait and prey on him. She pulled at the low neck of her dress and shook her hair so it fell down her back, the look that flattered her the most.

“Okay,” she rubbed her cheeks to make them appear fresher and blushing, “Good. I’m hot. No way he won’t want me. I’m better than her.”

It wasn’t anything personal against Y/N. Saide just couldn’t be in Harry’s presence and not get a taste of what it would be like to have him to herself. Afterwards she would give him back to Y/N and live with a happy memory. The door to the men’s bathroom opened and shut three times and Saide had to avoid curious gazes before finally it was Harry walked out and came towards her.

His hair was less ruffled than before and his eyes were tired, but the smile on his lips was enough to make him look like the happiest man on earth. No doubt he was planning on taking his girlfriend home now, a plan she had to intervene if she wanted to get any chance.

“Hey, you.”

Polite as he was, Harry stopped and gave her a handsome smile. “Hi.”

Saide did her best to shine the way Y/N had done. She knew she was gorgeous and since she was tall, athletic and blonde, she figured that Harry would fancy her without her having to do much. “You’re Harry.”

“I am,” he nodded.

She smiled. “I’m Saide.”

He did his best to sound kind. “It’s nice to meet you.”

Harry wasn’t one to avoid fan encounters. He knew that he wouldn’t have his career and the chance to live the life of his dreams if it wouldn’t be for his passionate audience. There was hardly anything that made his heart beat as fast as when he was stopped by somebody who could barely breathe because they were so happy to meet him. But tonight he was too overwhelmed with the need and want to be with the girl he loved, so much so he didn’t like the idea of spending time with a stranger when really he wanted to go back to Y/N. A stranger, who if he were honest, didn’t send off the same positive energy as an excited fan did.

“I’m really sorry,” Harry decided to say, hoping she would respect his decision, “but I should get back to the front of the bar.”

Saide’s heart dropped and she caught her smile just in time before it would have faded from her face. Nothing was lost just yet. Harry frowned and his eyes found the spot on his arm where her hand touched and rubbed him.

“I-”

“Wouldn’t you prefer to come with me? You’ll find, I’m fun to be around.”

Her honey sweet voice made his skin crawl and Harry politely shrugged off her hand. The touch hadn’t felt as good as it would have had it come from his Y/N and not a pushy stranger who’d obviously been waiting for him. Harry felt his stomach turn. The girl before him let her eyes wander down his figure, ogling him in a way that made him instantly feel cold.

“Thank you,” he muttered, voice tight, “I’d rather go to my girlfriend.”

“But, Harry,” she purred, though her smile froze when he dodged her so she couldn’t touch him again, “What-”

“I’m with somebody. I appreciate this, but I’m happy and faithful and I-”

“Ugh, c’mon,” Saide rolled her eyes, before catching herself and continuing to smile, determined to look inviting, “I can make you forget about her.”

Appalled Harry took another step back. “No, Saide. I’m happy and want to go back to my girlfriend now. Thank you for saying hello and being kind.”

He didn’t mean the last eight words he said and Saide’s lips parted when he pushed past her without letting her speak anything else.

“Oh, no you don’t.”

With quick steps she caught up with him, grabbed his shoulders and pushed him against the wall to their left.

Shocked, he held up both hands. “Wha-”

Saide rose to her tiptoes and had her lips on his before he could fight her off. At the same time that he wanted to shout, Saide released a moan. Her eyes were shut and she felt her heart thrum heavily against her ribcage, utterly pleased with herself. His lips were soft and he tasted like honey and strawberries together. A taste she could get addicted to.

Harry however was frozen to the spot and it took him a moment before his shaking hands met the strangers hips and he managed to push her off of him. This couldn’t be happening. He was cheating on his Y/N. Nothing in his life had ever felt quite as wrong as this moment right there. Instant tears sprung to his eyes and Harry gasped the second his mouth was freed from hers. Her pink lipgloss was sticky enough to leave remains on his own mouth. He felt bile rise in his throat.

“Harry,” Saide moaned and was about to lean in for more when his hands stopped her.

“I- no, I’m- sorry, but I can’t.”

Saide watched him walk away, strides much bigger than before as he seemingly fled the situation and couldn’t get away from her fast enough.

“Wait! Harry-”

But he didn’t. He was gone. She felt humiliated. As any other person, she’d been rejected before, but never like this. Never had a guy literally moved out of her reach and ran away, fleeing after she’d had to force him to kiss her. Anger warmed her and with quick steps she followed him back into the bar.

Harry was shaking and breathing heavily. How would he look at her again? After having betrayed her only seconds ago?

“Fuck.”

Harry came to a sudden halt the second he found Y/N’s face. She stood at the exact same spot where he’d left her, smile on her lips as she instantly found his eyes. For the first time, her loving expression wasn’t enough to calm him down and she frowned when his eyes didn’t soften. His heart ached. And his lips still buzzed form having been touched by ones he wasn’t supposed to feel.

“Harry.” He watched her say his name and still couldn’t move.

Guilt paralyzed his body and his feet refused to obey, even when Y/N’s hand raised in a wave to encourage him to come back to her. She looked so happy. So in love. Even though she obviously knew that something had changed and the bubble of love they had created around each other had burst. Harry wanted to cry even more. He had the most beautiful girl right there and now would have to break her heart by telling her about having kissed somebody else. He couldn’t even leave her side for as much as five minutes, without betraying her. What kind of crap boyfriend did that? He wanted to throw up and crumble into a tiny piece of himself. No wonder every person he let in left again.

“Harry?”

Y/N opened her arms to hug him when he approached and he forced himself to smile.

”C’mon.” She tried not to lose her smile when he refused her embrace as she knew something was wrong the moment he reached for her hand. His shoulders were no longer relaxed and when he walked his legs seemed wobbly.

“What’s wrong?”

Her hand traveled to his back and moved up so she could scratch his neck soothingly.

“Let’s go home.”

Y/N didn’t argue and instead tried to keep up with his fast pace. But once they were outside and breathing in the fresh air of the first proper spring night, Y/N stopped moving.

“Harry.”

He froze. “Let’s go home. Okay?”

“No,” she kept her hold on his hand and pulled him back to her, but he still refused to meet her eyes, “Look at me.”

Harry couldn’t keep himself together anymore. With one swift yank he pulled his hand out of hers and took a step back so he could bring the distance between them he was sure she would want in a second. His head was bowed and he wanted so badly to keep the tears at bay.

“Harry, love. What is it? Why are we running?”

“I’m so sorry.”

Harry faced her and even when he had tried to brush it off, the pink spots were still covering his mouth. Y/N’s heart fell to the bottom of her stomach. She knew exactly what was going on and for a second she believed her worst nightmare to have come true, that was until she met his eyes.

“Are you okay?”

“No, m’not. Fucking hell. I… m’so sorry. Didn’t mean to kiss her, I swear. She- she just pushed me up and…”

“Baby,” Y/N sighed and stepped closer.

Part of her didn’t want to hear what he was going to say, as she didn’t want him to paint the picture of what had happened in her absence. But she also didn’t want Harry to think about it too much, it obviously upset him. Harry tried his best not to move and let her hands find his neck. She held him softly and leaned up to press her lips to his cheek, hoping the kiss would give him comfort and cure the pain in his heart.

“It’s not your fault.“

Y/N’s voice was certain and steady, but not quite enough to calm him down. His chest heaved.

“Of course it was.”

“No, Harry. C’mere.”

Her mouth kissed his jaw and this time he allowed himself to fall into her hold when she opened her arms to receive him. His curls tickled her skin and she rubbed his back. Harry felt like he was getting comfort that he didn’t deserve. He had cheated on his beautiful girl.

“I’m so fucking sorry.”

“Harry, I love you.”

Y/N swallowed the anger she felt at the thought of somebody touching him against his will. It hurt to know that Harry was upset and in pain for something that wasn’t fair and not his fault. But he didn’t see that.

“You- Y/N I just kissed somebody else and you’re… you say you love me?”

She made herself smile and nodded. “Of course I do. Look, I… I don’t think you’re at fault when a person oversteps a line and forgets that they may admire you but don’t actually know and own you. Okay? I get it. And I’m here, so stop hiding.”

Harry swallowed hard. His head was dizzy and he struggled to understand his girlfriend’s words. She was right.

“So…you-” he tried, “You’re not mad at me then? Seriously? I just cheated!”

Y/N smiled and his eyes fell shut when her fingers brushed against his cheek and lips. “No, you didn’t. She did this, not you. And given how little of that terrible pink mess there is on your face, I imagine it was a fairly brief and failing encounter.”

“I tried to dodge her,” Harry said and limply let his hands fall to her hips.

“See?” Y/N giggled and gently caressed his arm, “I think that woman forgot that you’re… you. She… well, I assume she thought she had a right to touch you and I’m so sorry for that. You’re allowed to fight people like her off, Har. Even when they say they’re a fan. And if you want me to I can go back in there and kick her arse for you, no problem.”

This made him smile. Y/N sighed with relief at the sight.

“But I want you to only think of this and if you’re upset, then that’s okay. Just… don’t be upset because you worry I might be angry at you. The only person I’m angry with is that terrible woman.”

Her hands rubbed his skin again and she waited for Harry to take a deep breath before she gently connected her lips with his. It was a short kiss, not one as deep and playful as the one she’s given him before that whole mess had begun. It pained him to feel the difference.

“I’m sorry.”

“Stop saying that,” she whispered against him and slung both arms around his neck, “You’re my boyfriend. I don’t trust anybody as much as I do you.”

Their kiss deepened and he moaned her name before wrapping her into his embrace and lifting her up. She pressed against him and kissed his lips, hooked her legs around his waist and brushed his hair from his face.

“I love you.”

Y/N smiled and shrieked when he set her down on the hood of his car and continued to kiss her eagerly. Luckily it was dark and people barely recognized who it was that was currently making out like horny teenagers. Well, not quite just like horny teenagers. The second Harry let go off the thought of that handsy woman, he was pulled back under her spell. Every touch, every kiss… she was soft and warm and it healed the shock that had frozen his system.

“Y/N,” he murmured, “you still gonna let me take you home?”

She nodded. “Of course. Always, Harry.”

Her hand caressed his hair, his fingers squeezed her hips and once they pulled away from each other and looked into their eyes, the world finally seemed to close back around them and they were caught in their own space of nothing but love and adoration.

I don’t really know what to make of this, but I wanted to publish something on the last day of april. x

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