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White Lilies - Harry Styles One-Shot

*Uni-Harry AU

It seemed fit, at the time of choosing, to have lilies for the ceremony. Harry thought it was hilarious and Y/N, ‘yes, Harry, I have a tattoo after the flower, that I got while drunk’, couldn’t help but roll her eyes and accept, after all, there was little they wouldn’t do to make each other smile. So, if having lilies as the decoration made Harry happy, she would make sure to bloom a thousand for him.

In hindsight, Y/N had to give it to Harry. The white lilies, red dahlias, and red tulips, all came together quite nicely in small bouquets spread across the field. They were placed in a string connecting the chairs on the end of the rows, they were on the ground, and top of some other surfaces.

And one would stop to think about the meaning behind the flowers… Well, it just made it all even more fitting.

It was a small ceremony, nothing too fancy or too dramatic. Something just for the ones Y/N and Harry would consider family, the ones they loved and loved them back.

Y/N could see her best friend, Marie, sitting on the second row, hands intertwined with her girlfriend. She could see Harry’s sister, Gemma, in the first row, wearing a tailored suit that had a pin that looked suspiciously like a deer on it. She could also see Harry’s parents, crying.

She could see everyone.

And they were, mostly, looking at her, expecting her to say something. Because that’s what she was supposed to do now, wasn’t it? The priest had given his cue and now it was her time to speak. So why couldn’t she?

Her eyes scanned the small crown once more, before settling on Harry. She didn’t know if she should cry or smile, so she cleared her throat and closed her eyes tightly, before beginning.

“I remember the first time I said yes to going out with you. Mind you, I had turned you down so many times by them, it was a miracle you were still asking when most would’ve let it go so long before.” Y/N began, a soft smile on her face. “We met in school, but I thought you were a pretentious douchebag at first and your constant nagging about wanting to take me on a date didn’t help. But eventually, your jokes and how you would flirt with me when we crossed paths in school, started to annoy me less and less. In fact, I started to look forward to it. To this day, I don’t know what made you change your posture towards me, but I will give it to your maturity, because I am generous like that, and say that what really made me start to enjoy your company, was how with time I stopped being this ‘Y/N-flower’ construct and began to be your friend. You no longer saw me through rose-colored glasses and that changed it all.”

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The graduation day seemed so far away, months from actually happening, but Y/N couldn’t help but stress. Rationally speaking, there was no reason for her to be stressing as nearly as she was. Y/N had been staying on top of her classes during her whole academy path and she was up to date on everything the professors had given the students this semester.

So really, it was fine.

Except, as much as Y/N liked to think of herself as a rational person, she knew that she wasn’t being one at that time, because there she was, sitting on the bench near her latest class and stressing about essays she didn’t have to write for another few weeks. Besides, any rational person would not be blushing under Harry’ stare and would definitely not be thinking about how nice his hands felt around hers.

Sure, Y/N had been figuring out that Harry was not as horrible as she made him out to be, before, but this was too much.

“Hey, Y/N?” she heard him calling her out of her thoughts, “Lost you there for a minute.”

Cheeks turning red, Y/N quickly moved away from Harry, taking her hands from his. “S-sorry. I guess I have been stressing too much about exams and our graduation, I just lost myself for a bit.” She pushed her hair behind her ear and turned to Harry, “Thank you for checking on me.”

“Are you serious?” He exclaimed, “You were nearly having a panic attack, there was no way I was gonna just keep on walking. That’s not what friends do.” he told her, smiling as he went. “And if my silly jokes and infinity chatter about sports could help? Well, then I am really glad I was the one to found you here.”

“I was too,” she said, quietly, trying to prevent him from seeing her blush.

“Well then, I am glad to see you better, but I kinda have to go to my next class. The Professor doesn’t take too well to tardiness, y’know?” he asked, getting up and ready to leave. “I am really glad you are smiling again, Y/N.”

“Thanks, I suppose I own you one for this.” She replied, her pinks a permanent pink.

“No, not for this.” He said seriously, turning his body in the direction of his class while still facing Y/N. “I will see you, okay? You know where to find me if you need me. Take care, Y/N.”

But before Harry could take more than two steps away from her, Y/N found words coming out of her mouth without thinking it twice. “Not even gonna ask me on a date this time? I mean, you did save me for having a breakdown just there, and you have asked me out for less before!” she exclaimed, getting up.

Her hands were sweaty, and she could swear that her heart was about to explode, but she kept her fake confidence, while Harry just seemed shocked out of words. That is until he shook his head and looked at her smiling.

“I don’t want to take you on a date because I saved you from a panic attack, Y/N, I want to do it because you want to go out with me.” He said, still smiling at her. Not his usual smirk or that stupid, yet a good type of stupid, smile he had when he thought she did something amazing; just a simple smile.

“And what if I want to?” she inquired, tilting her head and letting her hair cover her scarlet-tinted face.

“Do you?” he pressed; eyes bright with hope.

“Yes,” she whispered, “I do.”

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Laughing to herself, as she recalled the memory, Y/N went on, “You took me out for a drink and you got me a box of chocolates, ‘cause you said you didn’t know what flowers to get.” She chuckled, “And we had an amazing time. We laughed, and we shared stories and by the end of the night you had me saying yes to another date.” She recalled. “I’m still not sure what made me say yes the first time, but I am so glad I did because that led to so many other ‘yeses’ that ultimately led us here.”

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They had done a variety of things together, they had a picnic once, they had a nice dinner the other day and Harry had taken to show her all about his favorite sport lately. But this was different, more private in some way, even if they were out in the public.

It felt nice to be sitting on the grass, looking at the stars and the somewhat view. Harry wasn’t big on astronomy, but Y/N was set on showing him all of her favorite constellations she could see.

“This is nice.” Harry voiced, echoing what she had been thinking. His hand had long settled on top of hers and she was more than happy to let it there, even going as far as turning her hand around to take his on it.

“Yeah, it is.” She smiled, adjusting herself as she felt Harry sitting up.

“Y/N.” He called, making her stare and him. “Sorry, this is rather nerve-wracking.” He laughed, before scratching his throat and seemly settling. “I suppose what I want to say, or rather ask, is if you might want to consider being my girlfriend?” he rushed out, cheeks red even in the dark of night.

Squeezing his hand, Y/N replied. “Yes, I think I would like to be your girlfriend.”

Harry seemed to be in a state of shock, not quite grasping that Y/N had said yes to be being his girlfriend after so many failed attempts before. And Y/N wasn’t much better, not understanding how it had come to this, but not complaining either.

Either way, Harry seemed to regain his surroundings rather quickly, as he got closer to Y/N, smiling like a fool before putting one hand on her cheek.

“Can I kiss you?” He whispered. “Girlfriend.”

And Y/N decided that answer was better given in the form of the kiss itself.

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Tears roamed free down Y/N’s face, but she didn’t care. Those were happy memories, happy times, so she continued, “Saying yes to being your girlfriend, was one of the easiest choices, even if I came across differently to you. And our first kiss led to so many others, our friends even came to a point where they threatened to make a ‘kiss-jar’.” She laughed. “And time went on and suddenly, we were graduated, celebrating our first anniversary and I couldn’t imagine myself without you anymore. So, obviously, you decided it was time for another big question.”

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Y/N had taken to work full-time in the bookstore as soon as she graduated while trying to figure out what she actually wanted to do with her life, after all, she couldn’t stay living with her parents forever. Harry, on the other hand, wasn’t having the same problems, as not only he had scored a pretty good job right out of school, even if he was just a trainee for now, but he also came from money and living with his parents was more of a comfort than a necessity.

Neither house was exactly near their workplaces, but they made it work, even if it meant out of their ways to spend just a little more time together.

They were both sitting on Harry’ bed, backs against the wall, hands intertwined, as Y/N rested her head against his shoulder. It was domestic, it was simple, but that moment it was theirs, even if they were too tired to fully appreciate it, sometimes.

“You know, I was thinking…” Harry began, being interrupted by Y/N laughing softly.

“Be careful not to hurt yourself” she added.

“Yes, very funny, love.” He rolled his eyes, gently shoving Y/N with his shoulder and earning a laugh out of her. “Anyway, I was thinking, and I have come to the conclusion that we, like you and me, should get a flat together. Somewhere in the middle of our way to work, you know?! This way we won’t have to leave as early, and we will get to see each other every day.” He rambled. “I reckon that with what I am earning, what you earn, and more what my parents set aside for me for when I graduated, we could find a nice place.”

She could see he was nervous, by the way, the hand holding hers was shaking and his talking faster and faster. She couldn’t help but find it anything but endearing.

“Harry…” she tried, but he was on a rampage.

“I know you hate when I pay for dinner or give you extravagant presents, because I know you keep telling yourself I am somehow gonna think you are only with me because of my money, which is ridiculous because I am the one wanting to do these things, I know you don’t expect me to.” Harry ranted, “But I made the math and with my parent’s money, well I suppose it is mine now, we can pay for a few months of rent in advance for a nice place, which will mean I can save up my salary for future rents and we can use your salary for food and bills, or the other way around.”

“Harry…” she said again, to no avail.

“Look, it is a solid plan, okay? I really thought this through, and I want nothing more than to do this with you.” He squeezed her hand, looking at her. “So, what do you say? Wanna move in with me?”

And throwing herself at him, making her lay on top of him in bed, she exclaimed, “Yes!”.

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Breathing deeply and cleaning her tears away, Y/N picked up, “Moving in with you seemed like the natural next step, but we have to agree that moving day was a disaster.” She shook her head fondly at the memory, “For someone that practiced sports his whole life, you were a terrible help on moving the boxes inside and sorting them out. You were an even worst help when we had to take everything out of the boxes and actually arrange them in their places. I was so stressed and keen on making sure the house would be all sorted out and perfect and you just kept distracting me with kisses and music.” She smiled brightly.

Sneaking a glance at the crowd, Y/N could Harry’ mom crying, although she couldn’t be sure if it was her speech or the situation. These ceremonies do tend to make people emotional, after all.

“Unfortunately, not everything was perfect. We had disagreements some days, I think it would be impossible not to, and other days we would fight so bad that it always left us questioning everything, from why we were even fighting to if it was worth fighting. Sometimes fighting for us, others for what we believed.” Y/N’s voice was somber now, but still firm, even if the tears wouldn’t stop coming.

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After six months of living together, Y/N decided that it was time for her to get a different job, one in the area she wanted to have a career in. As much as she loved the bookstore, Y/N loved the thought of working somewhere else more.

Therefore, she did what one would do when wanting to change jobs and went searching. Whatever job opportunity she found, not that there were many, she applied to.

It wasn’t until a few other months, that Y/N received a letter saying she had been accepted into an apprenticeship. To say she was over the moon was an understatement, and surely, she would have to talk this over with Harry, but maybe she could keep working on the bookstore part-time, while she waited for the apprenticeship to become a real job.

In retrospect, Y/N should’ve known this was how Harry would react to her news, especially when he found out Nate would be taking on this apprenticeship alongside her, but she couldn’t help but feel justified in her anger at that moment. Couldn’t help but wonder how little Harry trusted her.

“So what? I am going to have to see Nate a few days a week, it’s not a bit deal!” Y/N exclaimed, getting out of their room and moving to the living room, frustrated. “It’s not like we still managed to date and have zero problems with this before when I had classes with him during last year.” She remarked, sarcastically. “Oh, wait. We did!”

“Yes, but you didn’t have much of a choice back then!” Harry shouted back, following her. “Now you are deliberately choosing to work with him, to spend time with him. So, excuse me, if I don’t feel comfortable having my girlfriend spend hours with a guy that we know for sure has had a crush on her for the biggest time!” he threw his hands in the air, frustrated. “Plus, he hates me, and you know it!”

Turning to glare at Harry, Y/N felt so close to snapping. All she could think was about how Harry was exaggerating and being unfair. “Oh, so this is about you!” she accused, continuing mockingly “You just don’t want me close to someone that dislikes you, because heaven’s forbidden people to have a somewhat negative view of you, Saint Harry.”

Harry made a noise to protest, visibly angry at being accused by Y/N, however, she quickly shut him down. “Is either that or you don’t trust me enough to be in the same place as someone who might have feelings for me.”

“Of course, I trust you, Y/N!” he protested fiercely. “I just don’t trust Nate.”

“Are you fucking serious?” Y/N exploded. “You are gonna give me that crap? There is no need to trust Nate, because if you trust me, then that should be more than enough for you to know that nothing will happen between us! And you can go fuck yourself if you don’t agree.” she had started to cry somewhere along with the fight, and now that she had snapped, the tears lay heavy on her face.

For a minute the pair was quiet, Y/N’s quiet sobs and Harry’ heavy breathing echoing on the walls of their home. And then Harry was hugging Y/N, whispering reassurances, his cheek resting on top of her head.

“I’m sorry.” He whispered, “You are right. I trust you and that is enough. I’m sorry.”

Y/N wanted to be mad, she had so many things she had yet to say to him. She didn’t want this problem to be shoved under a rug, didn’t want to pretend she wasn’t hurt by the fight, and that Harry wasn’t hurt, even if Y/N couldn’t quite see why he would be. But as he wrapped her in a warm embrace, calming her down, Y/N didn’t have the strength to keep fighting.

Not at that moment.

“Please, forgive me.” He begged, separating enough from her so that he could look at her eyes. “Will you stay?”

“Yeah.” She sighed.

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If she stopped to pay attention, Y/N thought she could hear more people crying now. From the corner of her eyes, she could see Michal holding tight to Gemma’ hand, maybe even shedding a tear or two, he had always been one of the biggest supporters of their love, after all.

“Some fights were harder on us than others, but we got through them, eventually. You told me you read it wasn’t good to sleep on a fight, so that meant not sleeping sometimes.” She said halfheartedly. “I think we overcame a lot as individuals and we grew so much, into ourselves and our roles in each other lives. So, when you blurted that you wanted to marry me, interrupting my lovely story about the crazy lady at the supermarket, who by the way was asking to get hit by something, my only answer could be ‘yes’.” She giggles. “After I stopped laughing at your ridiculously red face, of course.”

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It had become a tradition after Y/N moved in closer to Marie’s house and they started to see each other more again, to go out for tea and gossip every Wednesday. It just happened, that this time, Y/N had come bearing the biggest gossip of the year, in her eyes.

“No way!” the girl exclaimed, not worried about the glares she got from the other client at the café. “Let me see it!”

Giggling like a teenager, Y/N showed Marie her hand, the ring Harry gave her wrapping her finger gracefully. “Mind you, the ring came after the actual proposal, but I am not complaining.”

“I would hit you if you were.” Marie threatened. “It’s beautiful.”

And it was.

“Harry said that Gemma tried to convince him to get a large, gold band, with a red rock on the middle, but he knew I would like something simpler,” Y/N explained, bringing her hand close to her face and looking at the ring once more. “I find it that he was right.”

“Harry knows you,” Marie stated simply, “which is why I don’t understand why he thought a big proposal would be a good idea. And why I am grateful he is a dumbass who is too in love with you and ruined his plans.”

Both girls laughed and Y/N raised her cup to the air, “Cheers to that!”

The conversation moved along after that, with both girls enjoying their drinks and chatting about life. Marie told Y/N about this new job opportunity she had, and in exchange, Y/N confessed she had been offered the full-time job, she would no longer be an apprentice.

“So how is the planning coming along?” Marie asked as they were getting ready to leave.

“Not coming at all,” Y/N replied. “I mean, we haven’t been engaged for not even a week yet.”

“True.” She noted. “But still, when you do start planning, you know I will love to help you, right?”

Smiling fondly at her friend, Y/N replied. “Yeah, I know that.”

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The flowers, the food that would be served after the ceremony, the pin holding her hair back. It had all been planned, chosen, carefully picked, to ensure the perfect day.

“You insisted on white lilies for the wedding, despite my many warnings of the flower’s meaning. You were so set on making them work with other, somewhat more cheerful, flowers, that I had no choice but to let it be.” Y/N recalled, her eyes trailing over the flowers as she spoke. “I am very glad that I let you run with your silly joke about lilies, they do look amazing.”

She could taste the salty tears on her face, and she was sure that her makeup was running down her cheeks, but Y/N didn’t let that stop her. She had, after all, a speech to finish, a vow to make.

“You also insisted on seeing my wedding dress before the actual wedding date.” She rolled her eyes fondly, “Multiple times, may I add. But I wanted to surprise you, so I just told you to suck it up and wait, remember? I am pretty sure you laughed and called me bossy, but what Harryers is that you accepted it you wouldn’t see the dress before the wedding.” She said.

“That didn’t mean you didn’t pester me constantly about wanting a sneak peek on the dress.” She chuckled, “But it was fine, because to each day that you bothered me about the damn dress, it was one day we were closer to the wedding until less than 24 hours were left before you could see it.”

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Everything in their relationship had been pretty traditional, some would call, so it made sense for them to spend their last night before the marriage separated.

Harry had insisted that Y/N stayed at the flat and called some of her friends, maybe even her mom, to stay with her; while he would stay with Gemma and Michal for the night. She hadn’t argued much, honestly, knowing that Harry loved his sleepovers, even if he refused to call it that way.

And soon, Y/N found herself without Harry on their flat, with Marie and a lovely glass of wine to keep her company.

The plan for the night wasn’t a complicated one. Y/N would stay in, laughing and drinking with Marie, working on finishing writing her vows and trying not to freak out, because “what if Harry decides he doesn’t want to be with me anymore”. To which Marie had quickly worked to assure her that no Harryer how many fights they had, or how many curses they threw at each other, there would not be a day where Harry didn’t want to be with Y/N.

So, when Y/N’s phone rang not long after Marie decided to cook them dinner and Y/N had started to polish her vows, she didn’t think much of it when picking it up.

What followed were a series of shouts and curses, that eventually led to Y/N begging for it all to be a joke. “No, I am not hearing this, because we are getting married tomorrow! We are! And if this is a joke, it is a terrible one, Harry.” Y/N cried on the phone, “Just stop and tell me it is a joke.”

And surely it was a joke because all Y/N can remember after that is falling asleep to the sound of Harry’ voice. “I will see you tomorrow, Y/N-flower. I will be the one wearing black.”

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“And as I write this vow, I am hoping the dress was everything you had envisioned, Harry. Although I am not sure why you were so obsessed with the dress in the first place.” Y/N smiled, trying to keep her voice from breaking. “And because I know people must be tired of hearing our love story, I am going to wrap this up.” She cleared her throat. “I vow to adore and cherish you forever; to not give your things up, no Harryer how old or neglected they are; to do my best to understand what game is playing and who I should be cheering for; to never go to bed in the middle of a fight; to always let you choose dessert because you always let me choose the main course; to protect our kid from your naming skills and to never, ever, stop loving you.”

It was like all the cries Y/N had heard before, all the sniffling and heavy breaths she knew had been coming from the small crowd, stopped. Suddenly, it was just her and her tears, and it was wrong. It was so wrong.

A beat passed in silence, then a sigh, and after, a muffled sob, before Y/N mastered the courage to keep talking. She wasn’t done yet, there was so much to say and so little time.

“And if fate had decided differently, those vows would have stayed with us forever. As it is, however, life decided that after so many firsts together, after so many questions and so many answers, I would be deprived of saying this particular ‘yes’.” She bitterly complained. “But Harry, you have to know, I would have said yes. There was nothing I would rather be doing more now, than standing in front of everyone we love and saying yes to be your wife.” She confessed. “But I can’t. So, I will settle on saying this: you once told me I was your first love, so I wanna thank you for letting me be your last as well.” She stated, through her tears and hiccups.

Y/N walked towards his grave, with a single white Y/N in one hand, and theirs “would have been” wedding bands on the other. She kneeled, and with a kiss to the flower, threw the objects on the ground.

“You won’t be here for me to do good on my other vows, but I do promise to never forget you and to always love you.” She whispered. “I’m gonna miss you, Harry. I love you.”

It seemed fit, at the time of choosing, to have lilies for the ceremony. Harry thought it was hilarious and Y/N caved in quickly. It seemed even more fit to keep the choice despite the change in the nature of the event, as lilies were deemed to be funeral flowers. And if Y/N had been ready to bloom a full garden of lilies for the wedding, before, now she was just as set, if not more, to make sure that Harry’ grave would always be sporting a bouquet of them, a symbol of an eternal love that was hidden behind jokes and silly nicknames. A symbol of what could have been, but wasn’t.

A symbol of them.

*Hello, it’s been forever huh? I truly hope everyone has been keeping safe and well, or as much as we can in the current situation. I wanna thank everyone for the constant likes for my stories even if it has been forever since I posted one. I’m not sure how I feel about this one, so let me know your thoughts!! Hopefully I will have made at least one person cry 😂 Love you all ❤️

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“In a black dress, she’s such an actress” - Harry Styles × Model Reader AU

Summary - Harry meets a model downtown and falls for her quickly, leading the public to think that it’s a pr stunt. Unsure of what to think, the reader plays along, not knowing that Harry is unaware of the rumours.

For @cruizmanadu, @stephaniemalvie!, @kissessfordraco Xx

A/N - Third and final chapter! Wow! Thank you for the support on this. I apologize for it being shorter than the other chapters. Sadly it’s the end of this story, but if you click here you’ll find my master list and you can request things here. Thank you so so much for everything! I hope you enjoy!

Part one HERE

Part two HERE

“Harry.”

"..."

"Harry."

Harry jolted awake from beside you. "Hi, y/n. What's up?"

"You tell me what's up."

"Um... well, I was just asleep. And now, I'm awake. What about you...?"

"Just wondering why I'm here."

Harry sat up and turned on a lamp. "What? Do you want to go home? I can call you a cab. Pass me my phone. You should've just said."

"No, not 'Why I'm here' as in your apartment here, but as in -" You motioned to the two of you quickly "-here, you know?"

"Oh," Harry put his face in his hands. "I must've misinterpreted something along the way. Oh."

"No, just..." You sighed. How were you supposed to explain this? You racked your brain for an answer to this seemingly impossible question. "Am I some sort of publicity stunt? Or beard? Like, a fake girlfriend?"

Harry raised his eyebrows. "What? What makes you think that?"

"Well, I don't know. It just feels that way. It doesn't feel that way with you, per say, but people online and in the news think that I'm just with you for a bit of good TV."

Harry shook his head, his curls falling into his eyes unintentionally. "That's one hundred percent not the reason why you're 'here', y/n. Not at all."

You turned your head to the side, allowing him to continue on.

Harry just shook his head again. "I- I'm sort of out-of-the-loop on this whole situation. I don't use social media much... can you fill me in?"

You nodded. "Well, we met, obviously. That's where it started."

Harry laughed a little, then waited for you to keep on talking.

"And then after - well, during our first date, or first outing, or whatever, people saw us and took photos and posted them. And that's where it all kicked off."

Harry nodded understandingly.

"Then yesterday, people took loads of photos, and the press and the general public must be starting to get impatient or whatever, because they're really mad. They want to know if I'm a PR stunt or not."

"Yes, but you know you're not one, so what's the worry for?"

You looked down and took a deep breath. "Well, we've only been out twice, and both times the paps found us. Both times we were in a really public place, and a fancy one, too."

"But if you were, wouldn't I have told you? And if not me, someone important from management?"

"My management doesn't tell me much. I thought it could be a bit of a possibility."

"Trust me, y/n. I'm here right now because I am genuinely interested in you. Not because some intern told me to be. I would never, ever keep a secret that big from you. Or any secret, actually. None. I'm sorry you feel that way. I wish you would've told me sooner. I could've arranged a different date, er, whatever."

"Yeah, date," you confirmed. Might as well call it that now. "But I just... well, I guess that's all, really," you laughed.

"So... are we gonna keep doing...-" Harry motioned between the two of you like you had done earlier, "-this?"

"Well, I mean, I can't see why not. I still like you. And you..."

"I obviously still like you. Don't be silly!"

"Okay, and you still like me," you blushed. You felt embarrassed because seriously, blushing? are you 14 again?, but at the same time you were over the moon.

"We can definitely make this whole everyone-thinks-we're-fake thing work. We can just go on, um, dates in private. Like, I can probably get a special reservation..."

"No, no, don't go through all that work. I don't really care what anyone else thinks. And if it gets too bad, do you know what we do?"

"What?"

You quickly grabbed his phone and opened up the camera. "Say cheese!"

The both of you smiled obnoxiously as you hit the capture button.

"That's so cute," Harry laughed as he admired it from his camera roll. "Can I post it?"

"I thought you said you didn't use social media?"

"I'll make an exception for you," he said, kissing your shoulder fondly.

You laughed, then rolled over. "Sorry for bringing this up at the ripe ol' time of three AM."

Harry layed down and held you close. "Don't worry about it. I'm glad you said it when you did."

"Cheers to communication."

"We aren't drinking anything, though."

"Cheers."

"Cheers."

***

*Photo of you and Harry from that night, in black and white with the caption ':)'. Posted by @HarryStyles*

@harrysenchiladas: OMG IT'S OFFICIAL OMG OMG OMG OMG

@camillesluvbird: omg, i remember when i used to stan harry. so glad to see him dating someone so talented. wishing the best to the two of you cuties x

@purple.y/n.mf : Is this the confirmation we've been waiting for?

@haroldgucci69420ahhh: ugh.

@BTSboyscouts_: I'M IN CLASS RN U MUST BE JOKINGHDBHDH

@Junkookie1 replying to @BTSboyscouts_: Armyyyyyy

@katiesummer: Ew. Nope. Unstanning.

@directiondiana: Wait, it's not officially confirmed yet though. It's just a pic. Idk.

@t0x1ch3nr13: KILL URSELF BB. ;)

@Sarahsmile.s replying to @t0x1ch3nr13: Okay chill out plz

@LiamPayne: Congrats mate! :)

@Laylaz replying to @LiamPayne: omg GET OUTTTTT NO WAY NO WAT NO ADIOISHDIUERH

@Princesspark222 replying to @LiamPayne: HI LEEYUM

@y/ncherrypit replying to @LiamPayne: IT'S CONFIRMED

@HarryStyles replying to @LiamPayne: Thanks mate :)x

@directiondiana replying to @HarryStyles: NO FREAKING WAYYYDUFHSDU

@paynoisthebest replying to @HarryStyles: I'M CRYING RN

@julie25drew replying to @HarryStyles: THIS IS THE BEST POSSIBLE COMEBACK OF ALL TIME I STG

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You leaned over Harry's shoulder to try and get a better look at his phone screen. It was early morning - around eight, you assumed, and you were looking through instagram comments together. Harry had secretly posted the photo while he was taking a pee break in the middle of the night, and the entire internet was in shambles.

"Show me! I wanna read some."

"I'm reading them all!"

"You're skipping the mean ones on purpose. I know you are."

"No I'm not! I swear!"

"Yeah, sure."

"What about that one about how I should cut my hair? That one was pretty mean," he said as he pouted and ran a hand through his chocolate brown bed head.

"Mean ones about me, Harry. There's barely any for you, but me, on the other hand..."

"Wow, self centered much?"

"Harry."

"Sorry, sorry. You know that I'm not funny by now."

"Read them."

"There's none."

"Give me your phone." You reached over and grabbed it from his hands, noticing the many rings on his fingers. You wondered if he slept with them on or just slipped them on as soon as he woke up. You decided to ask him later.

Harry watched as you scrolled through thousands, if not millions, of comments in awe. You were surprised to see that he was right - there we little to no negative comments compared to last time.

"Believe me now?"

You nodded silently.

"Told ya I would never lie."

You rolled into him lazily and grinned.

"Want me to make breakfast?"

"...Sure."

Harry jumped up, and you followed him to the kitchen. It was only when you sat down at the table when you realized you were wearing Harry's clothes.

"Oh my god," you muttered, inspecting your shirt.

"What?" He asked half-heartedly, rooting through his SmartFridge for some eggs. Of course this man had a SmartFridge.

"Just looking at my pink Gucci shirt that I'm just magically wearing right now. And... are these sweatpants Gucci, too?"

"They're just spare clothes I hadn't opened yet. Don't worry, there's no cooties or anything."

"How do you just have spare Gucci clothes lying around?"

Harry shrugged as he shut the door and walked over to the oven. "You can keep them. They suit you better."

"Oh. Well, thanks."

"No problem!"

"Want any help with breakfast?"

"Nope!"

"I can make toast."

"No, I've got it."

"I want to."

"The bread is in the breadbox."

You walked over, took out a (homemade) loaf, and began to cut it. "When did I put these clothes on?"

"After I drug you home from the restaurant."

"Huh."

"You don't remember, do you?"

"...No. Can't say that I do."

"Oh, wow. I knew you were drunk, but not that drunk."

"I didn't embarrass myself, did I?"

"No, of course not."

"Oh, thank goodness. I would've cried."

"Well, there was that one time..."

"What?!"

"I'm just kidding."

"Never pursue a career in stand-up comedy."

"Wasn't planning on it!"

You popped the bread into the toaster and sighed.

"Are you tired?" Harry asked.

"No, but I do want to run to the washroom."

"Okay, I'll be out here if ya need me."

"Okay."

"..."

"Where... is it?"

"You don't remember?"

"Clearly no."

"Down that hall, third door on the right. It's the one with the toilet in it."

Harry doubled over at his own joke while you suppressed a smile that eventually cracked. You walked down his fancy apartment hall and went into the bathroom, shutting the door behind you.

It wasn't until you saw his makeup wipes when you remembered a tiny bit of last night - he had makeup. He had makeup because he had makeup wipes, which he offered to you. After that you went to the kitchen and drank something, and then you woke up with Disney+ paused asking him why you were there and confronting him. Suddenly, memories of being confused came rushing back to you. You grabbed a towel and shook your head, smiling - you were glad that drama fest was over.

You walked back into the kitchen and saw Harry laying out eggs and toast carefully, then standing back and admiring his own work. You smiled; he hadn't noticed you walk in, and he was being cute. You gave him a quick peck on the cheek, and he jumped a little.

"Didn't see you there."

"Hi."

"Bon appetite."

"Why, thank you!"

"Do you know what I was thinking? O should do your makeup after breakfast."

You smiled.

"Do you remember that?"

"I actually did back in the washroom."

"Awesome!"

You smiled as you watched him dig into his eggs. "You're good at keeping promises."

"Thank you!"

You grinned and took a bite.

You could get used to this.

Get used to him.

[epiclarryficrecs]

April Fic Rec!

Guys! I don’t think any one of my posts as ever been as popular as my February-March fic rec, so thank you so much!! I hope you like this one :)

Validation (4k); Or the one where Harry worked in a parking garage and he totally didn’t mean for this, the whole validation of people as well as their parking tickets, to become a thing. It just kinda...did.

In This Light (4k): Harry gets a position on the school yearbook staff, which is fine until he falls in love with Louis Tomlinson through the lens of his camera.

Ain't My Fault (7k): “Liam, M4M is for sex! You posted in a sex forum about your missing jacket.” Liam posts an ad on the wrong section of Craigslist, Louis is pretty sure they’re gonna get murdered as a result, and Harry’s missing an avocado.

Worlds Away (7k): astronaut au fic where Louis is staying on the international space station and Harry is on earth working ground control and he and Louis have really quiet late night chats after most of the workers are gone and get to know each other in the biggest long distance relationship u could ever have…then eventually Louis comes back to earth and they have a beautiful meeting

for a spell that can't be broken (8k): A Harry Potter AU where Louis' got a secret crush on Harry and won't admit it until a late entrance into potions class outs him.

Nora (8k); Harry works at an adoption centre and lets Louis adopt his favourite cat.

Awe (8k, WIP, 2/?): Louis held his breath as he watched Harry squat, thick thighs flexing and straining under the thin fabric of his athletic shorts.  He watched Harry bite down on his plump, kissable bottom lip and slip his large hand under the center of the sofa.  He watched as Harry’s bicep bunched and bulged under the seeming effort and he watched, miraculously, as Harry exhaled and lifted the 600 pound sofa up and over his head.

Make Him Want to Sin (9k): Harry is a curatorial assistant at the London Museum of Natural History, on the day of the big annual gala he catches a glimpse of someone unexpected.

What's Stopping You? (14k): Or, the one where Harry wants to get over his crush on Louis, so he makes a Grindr account to find someone new. Of course, Louis messages him, not realizing H's real identity. It only takes a few days for them to figure it out.

The Love Hour (17k): Or the fic where Harry is a love Guru and Louis needs relationship advice. Lots of it.

[babymyharry]

the morning after

about five of my friends and i were just casually chilling around the coffee table @ 3 am last night (morning) talking about what we would do if any of us ever hooked up with harry. don't ask, idk either. but that’s how this got thrown together. i should be doing homework right now btw. i hate harry styles a lot (jk i love that bitch) 

WARNINGS :: a lot of this is literally just “texts” but you know i like to think i have a sense of humor so :-) like i said this is what i, ME PERSONALLY, would do if i ever hooked up with harold (lol) soooooo keep that in mind lmfao. 

don’t know how i feel about this one (questions my entire thought process) but hey! it’s something and i haven't posted in a while :) enjoy (;

O V E R V I E W 

“Lady in the streets, freak in the sheets or summat like tha’?”

He gets a playful shove and the roll of her eyes as she tries not to laugh at that. What a fuckin’ dork (which, in truth, just makes him all the more perfect to Y/N.)

“You’re a comedic lad, aren’t ya?”

She didn’t get crushes very easily, but it seems Harry was just the right amount of charming to have her falling faster than Alice did chasing after that damn rabbit.

or

Y/N doesn’t do one night stands and Harry truly and honestly believes she’s a proper angel or something. 

masterlist

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It was the light streaming in through the enormous glass window that woke Y/N up from her slumber. She felt completely at peace, the atmosphere she was in creating the perfect ambiance for her restless early morning thoughts. 

That is, until she realized where she was. Well, not that she really knew exactly where the fuck she was. Because this house is definitely not her tiny studio apartment and there’s no baby Siberian husky at her feet that usually kept her company during the night and made sure to wake her with a slobbery kiss and there was no (annoying) roommate to wake her with the sounds of God knows what. 

Needless to say, Y/N had no idea what she was doing here. 

She vaguely remembers what even happened last night, if she’s being quite honest. Something about an award show her boss (whom she was an assistant for) dragged her to and a whole lot of famous people. 

And that’s exactly what makes her eyes widen and her eyes dart over to the sleeping man next to her. His bare back was facing her but she knows those tattoos from anywhere and - oh shit, he’s rolling over! 

Y/N doesn't mean for her mouth to drop in pure shock when her guess of who was next to her turns out to be accurate. 

Holy fuck, I hooked up with Harry Styles. 

His eyes were still shut tight and she really doesn't think she’s ever seen any boy look so peaceful in her whole damn life. He looks beautifully fucked out and Y/N smiles a sly smile with the remembrance that she’s the one that did that to him. 

Yet, that doesn't stop the adrenaline coursing through her and her mind raising a mile a minute. She really hopes he’s a deep sleeper when she tip toes over to her forgotten purse. She rolls her eyes when she spots her undies quite literally hanging from the lamp sitting in the corner of his bedroom. 

Y/N wasn’t always one for one night stands. She had always gone with the boyfriend route. Any boy who was ever interested in her knew you had to make her feel like a princess much before any clothes would be coming off. And so they did that. She’s had over 5 boyfriends in the past 2 years and maybe it was her fault she kept falling for assholes but Y/N really think she has the words “hurt me” and “break my heart” tattooed on her damn forehead or summat. Because none of them ever worked out. The longest relationship she’s ever been in was three months and that ended about 2 weeks ago when Y/N caught him cheating on her with her roommate (she also needed to seriously look for a new roommate). 

Her best friend Celeste told her the easiest way to forget about a dude was by getting another dudes attention. 

Maybe that’s exactly what Y/N was doing. 

She peers back at the bed with, sure enough, a knocked out Harry Styles still very much asleep. She grabs her phone out of the small clutch she had brought to the event with her last night and texts Celeste with emotions she doesn't know how to describe raising through her. 

to Celeste girl, please tell me you're awake!!!! need some girl help asap

from Celeste what's shakin??

to Celeste okay no time to explain but i took your advice and ventured out and kinda hooked up with a guy??? and he's sound asleep next to me and idk what to do i've neVER BEEN IN THIS SITUATION?? should i like leave or is that bad or will he be annoyed if i stay GIRL HELP ME

from Celeste whoa Y/N!!! WHAT THEFUCK NEVER THOT YOU HAD IT IN YOU

to Celeste SHUT UP OMG HELP ME IM A NUN IDK THESE THINGS

from Celeste okok so he's sleeping right??

to Celeste like a baby

from Celeste yeah plz stay omg

to Celeste stay? should i act like i'm sleeping or something when he wakes up or?????

from Celeste i mean sure but regardless DONT LEAVE THAT HOUSE

to Celeste OK GOTCHA see this is why we're friends

from Celeste so i can give you hoe advice?

to Celeste precisely.

from Celeste yo is he hot lmao

to Celeste girl he's a dream. not only that he's such a gentleman

from Celeste MARRY HIM

to Celeste stfu i'm still freaking out

from Celeste what is this boy's name i need details

to Celeste you wouldn't believe me if i told you

from Celeste wait so i know him??

to Celeste uhm!! kinda ig omg

from Celeste TELL ME DONT DEPRIVE ME OF GOSSIP

to Celeste my lips are sealed

from Celeste ugh you whore Y/N's finally got some dick after lame ass dude from film school and he's so hot she can't even name him. will we ever find out mr dreamy's name?? we'll just have to wait and see. you know i'm always watching. xoxo, gossip girl

to Celeste LMFAO STOPP IT ADKJSF srsly Celeste i'm freaking out i don't know how he's gonna react when he wakes up

from Celeste i'm going to be so honest bc we're best friends. he may be a rly nice ass dude and i'm hoping to God but if he's an ass and asks you to leave i don't want your lil heart to hurt okay? some guys are like that and i don't want you to get your hopes up

to Celeste i won't i won't he was just a hot hookup, yeah?

from Celeste for now at least yeah but hey maybe mr dreamy is rly who you say he is and you end up dating or some shit that would be rad as hell but for now UNLEASH THE INNER HOE

to Celeste OH SHIT HE JUST MOVED GTG PRAY FOR ME

from Celeste   CALL ME RIGHT AFTER YOU LEAVE BABE I WANNA GET TO KNOW MR DREAMY BETTER 

And so with the roll of her eyes and a smile on her lips, Y/N swiftly makes her way back over to the bed, so quietly you might question if she was supposed to be some sort of spy in a different life. 

It’s about three minutes later when his eyes start fluttering that she puts on her best acting impression of someone who totally didn't just text her best friend asking about hook up advice. 

Harry’s hands go to his eyes and he’s blinking and wiping the sleep away when he gets a glimpse of the mile long legs next to his. There’s a brief flashback of last night where those same legs were wrapped around his hips in the car on the way to his flat after - fuck, what event even was that? Her tantalizing physique making it nearly impossible for him to wait to just fucking rip the fabric of the dress off. 

He shakes his head of the memory, glancing to the right angel next to him. 

Her hair was draped perfectly around her face resembling a halo or summat and Harry really doesn’t know what to call the emotions coursing through him. 

She’s beautiful, he decides. Completely and irrevocably beautiful. Harry’s heart does a weird twist and he has no fucking idea what it means but he can’t find a reason to dislike whatever was happening. He quite likes the feeling, actually. 

He doesn't know what the fuck to do, though. Wake her? Let her sleep? 

If only Harry knew she was in the exact same situation minutes ago. 

He opts for leaning over and cuddling into her with a lingering kiss to her cheek. (Y/N was quite the actress, wasn't she?) 

Her eyes slowly blink open as if she’s been asleep for a decade and then they meet with his. 

Her eyes roam from his eyes to his lips, from his eyes to his lips, from his eyes to his lips....

The next thing Harry knows is that they’re kissing. Much less fervent than last night but the drive is still there and he was over the moon about it. Her giggle causes the dimples to shine through as she broke the kiss. 

They probably just stared at each other for a good couple of seconds before he muttered the first sober words, “Mornin’, love.” 

Maybe they were both dissociating the fact they were proper strangers. Proper giggling like they’d been dating or something - how absurd. But neither Harry or Y/N really seem to have a care in the world about that. 

His voice was thick and raspy and Y/N never knew British accents were her thing till now. She could get used to this. 

But then realty sunk in. 

He’s Harry Styles. He’s a multi-milonaire with enough female attention to have a one night stand every night for the rest of his life and then some, if it did fancy him. Y/N couldn't be anything special to him. Right? 

“I should.. I should probably go, right?” 

His eyebrows furrow and those dimples are no where to be found when her question is asked. Maybe Harry was wrong, maybe she didn't feel the same way. 

But God. He doesn't think anyone has ever successfully made him feel this fucked out in a long time and the fact her beauty had him proper stuttering over the next thing he said to her was proof enough of how he felt. 

“What’s the rush?” The way his words come out so very somber (replicating a wounded little puppy dog, and Y/N’s heart almost breaks) causes Y/N to put a hand to his cheek as her eyes go wild in panic. 

“Didn't- didn’t mean it like tha’! Swear. Sorry, I’m just.. not really used to this kinda thing.” 

Harry’s eyes shine at that as lips turn upwards, “Whatcha mean by tha’?” 

“Like,” she motions between the two of them, “I don't hook up.” 

Harry wouldn't admit that actually makes him all the more attracted to her. She definitely wasn’t inexperienced, that he already knew. Far from that, if he’s being frank. But it might've tickled his tulips a bit too much with the information that she hadn’t accompanied too many blokes in their bedroom affairs and he’s seriously relieved about that. Not that he has any room to be jealous of her past lovers... but he is. 

“Lady in the streets, freak in the sheets or summat like tha’?” 

He gets a playful shove and the roll of her eyes as she tries not to laugh at that. What a fuckin’ dork (which, in truth, just makes him all the more perfect to Y/N.)

“You’re a comedic lad, aren’t ya?” 

Y/N really wants to kiss those dimples and stay wrapped in his arms forever. She didn’t get crushes very easily, but it seems Harry was just the right amount of charming to have her falling faster than Alice did chasing after that damn rabbit. 

The hand that was resting on her hip squeezes playfully as he chuckles a very boyish laugh that makes him look years younger. Y/N is a bit too enamored with how pretty she thinks he is. How long ago did they meet again? 

“I try, my darling,” There’s a flash in his eyes and it seems he wants to say so much but settles with holding his hand out for her to shake and she’s confused till he speaks. 

“M’harry.” 

She grins with realization and Harry decides every time she smiles an angel defiently gets their wings. “Y/N.” 

And so they shake hands with eyes full of a lustful kind of love and hearts full of gold. 

“Nice to meet yeh, love.” 

- 

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all the fucking love,

- amanda xx

[tabbyfatcats-blog]

One Direction Fanfiction. Harry, Louis and Niall develop feelings for the same girl. The boys drag her along their world tour, in order to protect her from a psychotic ex boyfriend, Matt. His determination outshines their expectations. Romance, humor, thriller, action and jealousy. Lots Wattpad original. Updates 3 times a week. Click the link to start reading for free.

http://www.wattpad.com/story/73695297-three-contestants-h-s-vs-n-h-vs-l-t

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New Nilena fanfiction coming to YouTube!!! Niall and Elena @onedirection

[shanonono]

ATTENTION

leave fic recommendations pls

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Autumn Awards Results

Here are the results! Badges coming soon.

Best Harry

Winner - For My Friends in the Sea by shouldntwrite

Runner-Up - Heist by alwaysinstyles

Honorable Mention - Down & Out by NBink

Best Louis

Winner - Life Doesn't Hold Tryouts by prismdreams

Runner-Up - The New Teacher by mmaree

Honorable Mention - Summer Sky by LiamPayneAddict

Best Niall

Winner - Fragile Hearts by jadie-bop

Runner-Up - Beating Hearts by abejas

Honorable Mention - Fractured Night by fragileline

Best Liam

Winner - What To Do? by Jadie-bop

Runner-Up - The New Teacher by mmaree

Honorable Mention - Coming Up Roses by primetimewrites

Best Zayn

Winner - Heartlines by fragileline

Runner-Up - Between Brown and Rose by cocoa

Honorable Mention - is it the sea you hear me in? by cassy o

Best OU

Winner - Crimson and Clover by konstantine

Runner-Up - Disconnected by afitzgerald

Honorable Mention - Valley of the Dolls by kukla9313

Most Realistic Plot

Winner - For My Friends in the Sea by shouldntwrite

Runner-Up - If You Ever Leave Me by inficwetrust

Honorable Mention - Put Your Records On by contrajackie

Best Description

Winner - screaming color by wakinguptired

Runner-Up - If You Ever Leave Me by inficwetrust &

Assassin by 16_Nina_16

Honorable Mention - Clicking With You by inchildhoodwedream

Most Original Story

Winner - For My Friends in the Sea by shouldntwrite

Runner-Up - If You Ever Leave Me by inficwetrust

Honorable Mention - Down & Out by NBink

Best Smut

Winner - LadyLove by EMStyles94x

Runner-Up - The New Teacher by mmaree

Honorable Mention - Above the Fold by mancerelle

Best Romance

Winner - Fragile Hearts by jadie-bop

Runner-Up - screaming color by wakinguptired

Honorable Mention - The Story of Us by stylesreject

Best Tear Jerker

Winner - Fragile Hearts by jadie-bop

Runner-Up - Letters To The Sky by NBink

Honorable Mention - going the wrong way home by loyalties

Best Dark

Winner - Allure by prismdreams

Runner-Up - After Dark by JFyre

Honorable Mention - Fallen Stars by StylesMyth

Best AU

Winner - Life Doesn't Hold Tryouts by prismdreams

Runner-Up - Crooked Heart by lovelyyouth

Honorable Mention - High Noon by younghearts

Best Group

Winner - For My Friends in the Sea by shouldntwrite

Runner-Up - Between a Rock and a Hard Place by earthshake

Honorable Mention - Running Home by SaraStyles

Best OneShot

Winner - Par for the Course by goodcricket

Runner-Up - We'll Be Outlaws by inficwetrust

Honorable Mention - Beautiful Boy by NBink

Most Likable OC

Winner - Devony Winters in The New Teacher by mmaree

Runner-Up - Victoria in For My Friends in the Sea by shouldntwrite &

Tess Stewart in Flickers by lovelyyouth

Honorable Mention - Ava Walton in If You Ever Leave Me by inficwetrust

Best Love/Hate

Winner - With the New Crowd by goodcricket

Runner-Up - No Apologies by deadly nightshade

Honorable Mention - Crooked Heart by lovelyyouth

Best Comedy

Winner - With the New Crowd by goodcricket

Runner-Up - The Story of Us by stylesreject

Honorable Mention - Nerd Lust by mancerelle

Best Author

Winner - shouldntwrite

Runner-Up - goodcricket

Honorable Mention - stylesreject

Best New Author

Winner - fragileline

Runner-Up - inficwetrust

Honorable Mention - NBink

Best Character Development

Winner - Clicking With You by inchildhoodwedream

Runner-Up - The Story of Us by stylesreject

Honorable Mention - Assassin by 16_Nina_16

Best Love Triangle

Winner - After Dark by JFyre

Runner-Up - Curtain Call by heyitsremi

Honorable Mention - Fallen Stars by StylesMyth

Best Series

Winner - Psychics by lovelyyouth

Runner-Up - Sugar by dotsandstripesxo

Honorable Mention - Toxic Series by StylesMyth

Best Couple (HET/SLASH)

Winner - Victoria and Harry in For My Friends in the Sea by shouldntwrite

Runner-Up - Zayn and Tess in Flickers by lovelyyouth &

Niall and Cole in screaming color by wakinguptired

Honorable Mention - Zayn and Rayna in After Dark by JFyre

Best Fantasy

Winner - For My Friends in the Sea by shouldntwrite

Runner-Up - If You Ever Leave Me by inficwetrust

Honorable Mention - Beating Hearts by abejas

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: One Direction (Band) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Niall Horan, Liam Payne, Louis Tomlinson, Harry Styles Additional Tags: Anxiety, Claustrophobia, Panic Attacks Summary:

Niall is fine when they get in the elevator. He is fine when Liam presses the button for the tenth floor. He is fine when the doors close. He is fine when the elevator starts moving. He's not fine when it suddenly stops. (based on the Sugarscape Interview with Liam)

[wildlyvirtualarcade-blog]

(via Read Obstacle >> H.S. AU)  Would mean a LOT if you guys check it out :) I’m indiandirectionerxx on Wattpad :) 

[wonderlandxstyles]

I’m stuck on the fanfic i’m writing. I finished chapter 4 and started chapter 5 but idk about chapter 5 :/ ..just uggghhh.

Someone wanna read it and give me help? or just tell me what you think of it.. or tell me stuff you think i should change about it? .

[ithinkiwinaloto]

Fanfic

you don't know about one direction. you live a normal life. you are in relationships with cute boy for five years. you often go out for a walk. your life is rich and fun. you don't even know what drama means.

[writersblog1d]

A Writer’s Blog - Chapter 2

*Previous chapters

When I was a kid, I used to love sitting by the window and watch the snow fall. It was peaceful and quiet. The way the snow would fall on the ground and rest there. It was quite a therapy to me. My mom always tells me that I spend hours and hours watching the snow falling and that’s why she came with a nickname for me. Snowflake. Which is kind of ironic seeing my last name is Snow.

I used to like the nickname, seeing that only my mom called me like that, but that changed on my first day in high school.

My mom made sure that she was the one taking and picking me from school that day. It was her older daughter’s first day in high school and for her it was a big deal as well for me. I remember being so nervous and anxious. Everything was going okay, until the moment I stepped out of the car and my mom screamed ‘I’ll pick you today! Have a good day. I love you, Snowflake’.

Some stupid person must have heard that because, by my third class of the day everyone already called me ‘Snowflake’. That was it. I started to hate the nickname. And I had to listen to people calling that for four years.

Not cool.

Of course, once people learned my last name was actually Snow my mom’s nickname for me wasn’t the only one I was called in school. Oh no. I had others. Snowie, snowstorm and the classic and overused Snow White.

Snow White. The only Disney princess I always hated. The princess I’ve grown to hate over the years. The princess that I had a resemblance with a few years ago, when I dyed my hair black and I’m also as pale as her.

Now, you see, every time I introduce myself and tell people my last name, they tend to crack a joke or ask me something as stupid as ‘like Snow White?’.  No, I only said my last name is Snow because I like the sound of it.

Even though I’m used to it by now, it doesn’t make me hate any less the princess or the nicknames.

“Yes, like Snow White” I snapped “As I was saying… My name is Samantha Snow and I’m twenty two years old. I graduated in English and I pretend to be a famous writer someday, but for now I will take care of this blog of yours.” I introduced myself, releasing a breath I hadn't even realized I'd been holding. “Oh… And I hate Snow White, so please don’t call me like that.”

I looked at each boy and every single one of them had I different expression in their faces. Louis was smiling widely, which was creepy, Liam had a warm smile plastered on his face, Zayn didn’t seem very interested, Niall was smiling with his mouth full of chocolate half eaten, gross, and Harry was with a shocked expression.

“Wait! You don’t like Snow White? Who doesn’t like Snow White?” he asked gasping.

He must have some kind of problem. Why he keeps double checking what I say?

“Try to be called Snow White you whole life and then we will see if you won’t hate her.” I faked a smile. He was really starting to get on my nerves. But, thankfully, just when Harry was about to reply something, Liam cut him.

“Well, it’s very nice to meet you, Samantha.” He said smiling, “I suppose we will be spending a lot of time together this tour.”

“I guess.” I simply agreed. Making small conversation was never something I was capable of doing. Or at least, doing it without being awkward. “And it’s nice to meet you guys too.”

“Very nice.” Harry said, eyeing me from head to toe and biting his lips. Was he trying to hit on me or something? He just met me for God’s sake.

The room grew quiet after Harry’s comment and I went back to do what I was doing at the start, I was staring at my shoes. But once more the silence didn’t last too long. Louis broke it again.

“So… Have you met Andy yet?” he asked and I frowned my brows in confusion.

“I’m sorry. Who?”

“Andy, your boss.” He explained.  

“Oh, I didn’t. Is he bossy or he’s chill?” I questioned and the boys laughed, making me more confused than ever. Was it something I said? Because I’m pretty sure it wasn’t  meant to be funny.

“Actua-“ Niall was about to speak something when he was interrupted by a woman’s voice.

“Actually, Andy is a girl.” I turned around to be faced with a blonde and gorgeous woman. I could sense myself blushing and the only thing I wanted to do that moment was evaporate. Great start, Samantha. “Hi, you must be Samantha. I’m Andrea, but everyone calls me Andy.”

Confusing your female boss for a man in the first encounter. I should win a prize for achieving this.

“Oh God, I’m so sorry. ” I apologized, not knowing what to do. The boys kept laughing loudly, making me want to slap their faces.

If I was red like tomato?

Yes.

“Don’t worry; you’re not the first one.” She chuckled “In fact, it happens all the time. But if you ask me, I blame my mom for calling me Andy in front of my friends in third grade.  After that, the nickname stuck and everyone started calling me that.” Oh Andrea, you don’t know how much alike we are when it comes to moms and strange nicknames, though I’m sure mine is worse. “You can always call me Angie or Andrea.”

“Thanks, I guess.” I muttered. To say that I was till embarrassed was an understatement.

“If we are talking about nicknames, I think I should tell what mine’s are.” Niall joked. “ I have quite a few among the fans, all of us have, but if you are going to call me by a nickname,call me Nialler.”

I was glad this lighted up the mood a bit and I could feel myself relaxing again.

Thanks for saving me, Niall. I own you one.

“Thanks Niall, but I don’t think Samantha is interested in knowing your nicknames.” Louis remarked. Niall simply let his head down and nodded. Congrats in upsetting him, Louis. Way to go.

“Actually, I thought it was really interesting. Now I know how I will call you when  I need.” I spoke. Niall shot his head up again and smiled widely at me, one of those smiles that make you smile together.

“Enough about nicknames, I came here to talk about business.” Andrea stated. “Shall we?”

Gulping, I replied “We shall.”

After what it seemed ages, but, in reality, was only one hour and a half, we had gone through all the contract clauses, I had signed it, we had discussed the dates and other professional things.

As soon as we were done, Andrea said goodbye and went away, leaving me alone with those five boys again. Realizing that I should probably go, now that everything was set, I got up from the chair I was sitting and started  to say goodbye.

“Well, I should probably go.” I said. “Again, it was really nice to meet you guys and I really look forward to work with you on this tour. Thank you, from the bottom of my heart, for this job.” I added. “I guess I will see you in five days. Bye” I smiled and waved at them. I quickly made my way out of the room.

When I got in the hallway and was ready to get in the elevator, I heard someone calling my name.

“Samantha, wait!” I turned around to find Harry coming in my direction. What the hell was he doing?

“Did I forgot something inside?” I inquired as soon as he was standing only a few inches away from me.

He slowly leaned in and I started to panic. But when I could feel his hot breath on my lips,  stopped and whispered  in my ears.

“See you in five days, Snowball. ” He walked away, not before kissing my cheek lightly.

As the infamous nickname pulled me out of the state of panic, I was, I came to one conclusion and only one.

When it comes to nicknames, mine are always worse.

*Because I felt like posting something so here it’s!!! And even though no one likes this here on tumblr, I do so yeah! Anyway thanks <3

[blindingly-seeing]

Kai and Louis were best friends when they were little but when Kai moves to Australia they lose contact. Seven years later Kai is back in England with her best friend and sister Kiran. With younger cousin Kyle they sing for fun on there free time. Kiran, Kyle and Kai upload videos of themselves singing onto Youtube. They have a nice number of fans and are getting even more with every video they upload. One Direction have been looking for an opening number for their summer tour for months. They haven't had any luck until a fan tweets them a video of three girls singing one of their songs. The band is amazed at their talent and call Simon up. Simon sees the video and is surprised at the potential they have. Kai, Kyle and Kiran are ecstatic about the opportunity but the opening gig is not a done deal. They will train for a month and if they live up to the potential Simon believes they posses then the gig is theirs. But what happens when Louis doesn't remember Kai and Kai can't seem to forget?! Feeling hurt she chooses to keep their past a secret but all secrets eventually come out. Will Louis remember her and the past they shared or will they be familiar strangers forever?