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when niall threw his hat into the crowd :’)

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“Oh, are you ticklish?” He teases like he doesn’t already know, “So when I wiggle my fingers right here…” he starts up closer to her armpits and Y/N is struggling to get from beneath him, but Harry is strong and unmoving, and she cackles out a cry, “Tha’s the ticket!”

“I’ll pee!” She threatens, “Harry, I swear t'god I’ll piss all over your nice couch if you don’ –”

“And how do we know I’m not into that?” He continues, gleaming and she chokes on another laugh before thrusting her hips up and trying to throw him off her, which is to no use. Once again, he’s relentless, as he always is when it comes to a tickle fight. There’s something about tickling Y/N that really just got Harry’s rocks off, she supposes, as when he starts he won’t stop for a while, and the amount of pure joy he gets from seeing her squirm and giggle is borderline sadistic. She thinks Harry could have a tickling fetish that hadn’t been outed by late night margaritas yet.

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Harry and Y/N are best friends and Y/N isn’t his “type” ( or so she’s heard)

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then and now ✨

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Happy Birthday Liam!! Thank you for always being yourself, a true inspiration. I love you!!

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2014 // 2019

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I love the boys so much!!

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HS2 coming soon

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The past five years have been beyond amazing, we’ve gone through so much together, so we will always be friends.

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2010 One Direction (╯︵╰,)

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Happy 9 years to my babies ❤️❤️❤️

We’ve just been told that we’re No. 1 on the iTunes chart!

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WOAH

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Niall via migliaus IG story | 03.06

+ bonus

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no band will ever be as special as one direction

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@louteasdale: “Paul. Will you please take it down a notch”

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harry styles icons

•like you if you save :)

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Blurb about Harry sucking Y/Ns tits and then he decides to be playful and starts blowing raspberries on y/ns boobs and can it be like super cute and all fluffy but kinda kinky? :)

“Harry…baby, ’m tired…” you mumble, eyes still shut against the burgeoning sun and blearily trying to push Harry off of your body. It’s fairly fruitless, as he is tall and solid and clearly intent on waking you up, and although his kisses feel good on your arms and hips and belly, it’s Sunday morning and it would also feel good to sleep for a few more hours.

“Just wanna love on you, babe,” he answers, words breathed hotly right in the center of your stomach, followed by the wet warmth of his tongue laving at you. His hands trace the lines that the bedsheets have pressed into your skin, and even though you’re still grasping at sleep as it slips from your mind, you still sigh contentedly into the morning air. When you finally blink your eyes open, you glance down your body and see him, almost completely burrowed beneath the blanket as he continues to draw his mouth upward along your torso. You can only see a wayward lock of his dark hair, sharp contrast to the white linen, and then a glimpse of his hooded eyes as he watches for your reaction while pressing his lips in the valley between your breasts. His mouth stretches into a sleepy, syrupy grin when he sees you watching him back, and he raises himself up on his arms a little until he’s hovering over you. “Took you long enough.”

“Mm.” You’re not inclined to say much more than a hum, not with you being so sleepy and your body starting to react in earnest to his touch and the way his voice is thick and even further roughened with sleep. But when Harry seems to be content to do little more than watch you from his perch above you, you blink tiredly up at him, mouth stretching on a yawn. “You did all that to wake me up and now you’re just gonna stare at me?” Harry’s smile widens even more.

“I just like lookin’ at you. You’re so cute when you’re sleepy.”

“Hmm.” You draw your hands up his strong, tattooed arms, feeling how warm his skin is. “You’re sappy this morning." 

"I’m sappy every morning that I wake up next to you.” He lowers himself down again, kissing a spot on your collarbone he’d been eyeing, and you smile, letting your fingertips drag along the muscles in his back. “You just usually aren’t awake to see it." 

"Well, this time I am, so show me all the sappiness I haven’t been awake to see.” He laughs a little, the sound rumbling through your own chest as he shifts downward again, until his chin is level with the top of your abdomen. 

“Have I told you how much I love…” Harry’s hands skim over and then cup your breasts, bare from crawling into bed straight from the shower the night before, squeezing them just enough to make you squirm a little. “…these?” You spread your legs so he can settle more comfortably over you, and you’re definitely more aroused than you are sleepy when his weight settles over your core, where the only thing separating it from his bare skin is you thin cotton panties. 

“You tell me you love them all the time.” You tug on his hair a little before tucking some behind his ear. “Usually when I’m wearing a low cut top, and usually when you’re drunk.”

“Well you’re not wearing any top right now…” he pauses to press a kiss to each of the soft mounds in his hands, his thumbs moving to rub indulgently over your nipples. “…and I’m definitely not drunk.” He suddenly smiles dopily up at you. “Unless you count being drunk on you.” Laughter bubbles up out of you, even if it is a little breathless as Harry lavishes more reverent kisses over your breasts.

“Harry, wow.”

“I told you I was sappy,” he sing songs to you, but whatever you might have said in reply is choked off when Harry sets about treating your breasts to the royal treatment. His mouth latches onto each nipple in kind, sucking, kissing, nibbling, until they’re puffed and nearly aching, and by the time his hand drifts down between your thighs you’re a molten puddle on the bed beneath him. “You know, I think you may have the best pair of tits I’ve ever seen.” His fingers push your panties aside and trail over your slit, feeling how wet you’ve become and gathering it on his fingertips to drag over your sensitive clit. “I could just…” Growing delirious with pleasure, you shut your eyes, bucking your hips as he circles your clit at the same time he draws shapeless patterns over your breast with his tongue. You’re gripping tight to his hair and the blankets, moaning his name softly, lost in near ecstasy, and then-

Pfftht.

“Harry!” You burst out with laughter so loud that you would’ve been embarrassed had you not been in such shock. He simply looks at you with wide, amused eyes, before lowering his head to your chest and blowing another loud raspberry against your skin. You squeal this time, thrashing a little beneath him, but his weight won’t let you move far. “Harry, what the fuck are you-” Pfftht. Pfftht, pfftht.

“What’s the matter, darling?” For all his ridiculousness and all your growing sexual frustration, you can’t stop laughing, and Harry doesn’t stop with his immaturity. “I’m just-” Pfftht. “-kissing you-” Pfftht. Pfftht. “-you know it’s not nice-” Pfftht. “-to laugh-” Pffthtttt. “-when a guy’s tryin’-” Pfftht! “-to make you feel good!” Pffffftht.

You’re in near hysterics by the time he’s done with you, and he’s chuckling along with you by the time you start to compose yourself, wiping tears from your eyes.

“You are the weirdest boy I’ve ever met.”

“Why, thank you.” He raises up and kisses your mouth this time, his lips swollen and wet from his ministrations, and you eagerly wrap your arms around his neck to draw him in closer and prolong the kiss. You suck softly on his pouty bottom lip, sighing into his mouth as you wrap your legs around his waist, the dull throb between your legs still there despite the hilarity.

“If you’re done acting like a teenager, will you make me cum now?” Harry grins against your mouth, his hand returning to where it had previously been stationed, squeezing you gently while his mouth trailing down the side of your neck. 

“My pleasure.”

……..pfftht.

“Harry!!”

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