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foxes-that-run · 4 months

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A TTPD theory

Take this as fiction, or view it as a thought experiment in how what we see can be taken in a number of ways. We are not privy to anything in Taylors life but her lyrics, social media posts and paparazzi photos, and for many years Taylor has been a continuous participant in pap photos as promotion, and keenly engaged and aware of how her fanbase reads things. I think most fans think what she wants them too, which isn't always her actual experience. She has told us this in songs like Dear Reader, Mirrorball and a lot of TTPD. Taylor has also acted out or given quotes to seed songs, in the lead up to or after their release before too.

In this post I talked about how the TTPD prologue has three muses and I'll highlight this line after the 'cosmic' muse I think is Harry:

So, here's my fan fiction/thought experiment. To me I think what started as wishing to be in a different relationship, became friendly flirting. Where I think it went wrong was in wanting different things at the time, as Taylor said in the prologue, 'some stars ever align', I still hope they do one day.

We start our story at the 2021 Grammy's (March 2021)

2021 timeline

Harry and Taylor were seen together for the first time in 6 years at the 2021 Grammy's, where both were seen looking at the other and they spoke. Their body language in the video of them talking is interesting. Taylor is leaning forward, gesturing a lot, she looks confident but also tense. Harry is the one to start it, but he looks away when she says something and it looks like he ends the conversation with pleasantries. She goes home and writes High Infidelity about resenting a partner and having an affair, outing April 29 in the process. He writes As it Was and Love of My Life about accepting something special is gone forever.

TTPD guesses for this time:

I look through people's windows - I think this song refers to the 2021 Grammy's, it refers to the muse catching their breath, tilting their head. They are someone close now distant. Sliding doors and what if's. It sounds like that conversation.

Guilty as Sin? - This song is seems early in Taylors thinking about leaving Joe, she is feeling guilty about wishing she was with someone else. High Infidelity we know was written then is oddly similar, but GAS is a current thought process with Haylor links.

Peter - I think it fits for vibes of 'life was easier on you'

May - August - Brit Awards (May 2021)

They saw each other again at the Brits in May when I think Glitch was written, Joe was in Belfast filming then.

On July 24 2021, for the anniversary of Folklore Taylor posted a photo of herself with two (double album) coffee cups (Karma MV) and text which could fit into an Eras tour Betty Speech, highlighting 'victorian ghost' and The Lakes (poets)

On 18 June 2021 Taylor announces Red TV and says “tortured by memories past”

TTPD guesses for this time:

Tortured Poets Department (because she refers to it in September and in the Red TV Announcement.

My Boy Only Breaks His Favourite Toys - the Red TV announcement refers to Wild that is on TTPD 11 times and Red 4 times, most in that song. Taylor also used the sandcastles in 1989 Spotify Visuals

August - October 2021

This is where I wonder if a friendship was becoming flirtatious. Or with the rerecording of Red and being unhappy with Joe if perhaps Taylor was thinking more about a road not taken. Taylor had a version of the title track written and decided it was a title track and an emerging aesthetic to easter egg by September 2021. Harry was very overt too, on their anniversary he performed in white satin in Nashville wearing the Peace Ring. I think it was a flirtation then.

recorded Red (Taylors Version) in Belfast visiting Joe so was in the Haylor feels

posted this TikTok of a Glitch while recording Red TV and a request for Wildest Dreams TV

went on Fallon to promote ATW where she easter egged Typewriters, and said would try to drop easter eggs 3 years advance.

At the Tribeca Film Festival she again mentioned Typewriters, an album with an acronym, tortured poets and manuscript. She would try to drop easter eggs 3 years in advance.

Released the ATW short film with typewriters super clear and and included them in the merch too.

Harry has the first heart kiss since 2018 in St Paul! Then wears all white satin and wears and plays with his Peace Ring (for the first time in years) to perform in Nashville while Taylor in town, a few days after their anniversary, and adds To Be So Lonely to the setlist. Then he records Satellite.

TTPD guesses for this time:

Manuscript because of Red TV records (and referred to at Tribeca)

November and December 2021

This is when the majority of Midnights was written. Taylor was also not seen much after the ATW release, Joe was in Panama. You're Losing Me was recorded, if TTPD songs are from here that's hard to tell. Harry was MIA for 2 weeks before Taylors birthday and in this period Taylor wore a Gucci Lion Ring to Zoe's birthday, interesting with the amount of ring talk on TTPD. Question…? Written.

2022

2022 timeline

Matty Healy first worked with Jack sometime after 5 January.

21 January - Charlie Puth includes painting a red fence in his MV he later refers to when promoting TTPD. - So the left typewriter/Charlie Puth of it all is way too early for MH.

April 2022, Harry said “to BFs everywhere F U” which I think was directed at Joe. So he knew whatever Joe did. Drake also shouted out supportively Taylor on 19 April. Joe's costar's name in the final cut of CWF (Ep 3, 11:55).

Harry's House released on Harry and Taylors 20 May anniversary. As it was MV beforehand.

I still think it was Joever (or they were on a break) May 2022

In November I posted that I thought Midnight was the break up album. Suggesting that I think Joe and Taylor broke up by May 2022. I had thought that Joe may have agreed to a number of appearances to provide them both time to process and ready themselves for Taylors fans finding out.

I still think this, though perhaps it also could have been a break. The speed with which Taylor moved on could have that the break up was raw for us, not her.

I primarily thought this because Joe was at a random Hollywood party rather than her NYU Graduation, and she stopped liking his IG posts then, which she had done reliably.

This is to say, I think Taylor held back in Midnights and at least some of it was written before the 2 years she said at the Grammy's.

August - October 2022

By August friendly flirtation had been going on for a year, Harry dressed for eras as the rerecords were announced. They were in communication so much he knew when she was announcing things before she did. On the night of the VMAs he was dressed in blue stars to match her Midnights after party dress while Joe dragged her out to a car. I wonder if Fortnight was set after they were both at TIFF then New York for 2 weeks during Harry's residency, Harry seemed to be really struggling after that. My guess is that with the impending bad press of the Nanny/OWs relationship - any part in it being Joever would have been out of the question.

August 2022 - Harry and OW are in a Rolling Stone interview, they interviewed them in April and it came much later, but I think this is referred to in loml and something Taylor would have especially not liked given her desire for a power couple

The OW/Shia drama came to light and that relationship looked done by 5 September at the DWD premiere.

7 September - 30 October Harry wore the Peace Ring again at HSLOT shows. They were both at the Tiff Film Festival, (where Taylor mentioned typewriters again).

They were then both in New York during his residency ending 21 September, where he also played Ever Since New York for the first time in 4 years. This is my guess for when Fortnight is set.

There were blinds Joe was texting other people.

The TTPD Spotify room included a safe (vault) from Toronto 👀

In October 6 - 10 Harry postponed 2 shows due to Illness, with Sony saying Harry was not unwell. Now, other Sony artists postponed shows and this Reddit thread suggests it is over the Nanny scandal (but I don't think Harry would be so cut up about that story to cancel shows and call his mum) so there could be lots of reasons for this. But it is a real anomaly.... and Anne and Gemma flew from England to support him when he performed again.

12 October - Charlie Puth easter eggs TTPD on Fallon.

Midnights was released and Joe carried a coffee table book to avoid touching Taylor in the pap walk

Eras Tour training started September 2022 - in the Time interview Taylor said she stopped drinking and ran on the treadmill for 6 months before tour began. The Typewriters were also in the Eras set for The Man.

"This time, she began training six months ahead of the first show. “Every day I would run on the treadmill, singing the entire set list out loud,”" and "“Learning choreography is not my strong suit.” With the exception of Grammy night—which was “hilarious,” she says—she also stopped drinking. “Doing that show with a hangover,” she says ominously. “I don’t want to know that world.”

TTPD guesses for this time:

Fortnight - I think the references to a cheating husband (current tense) and wife, (the Clean lyric similarity of watering flowers) places this here. I think the August 2022 Rolling Stone with OW is part inspiration for that line. Also functioning alcoholic/time magazine quote, here or soon after.

loml - this song would have come after Harry's House. I think the Valiant Roar is a reference to the August 2022 Rolling Stone Interview with OW and Harry, I also wonder about June 2022.

Down Bad - This fits narratively if the Fortnight was September and it ended in October that puts Taylor 'down bad crying at the gym' while preparing for the Eras tour. The staring at the sky / CBBH reference also make sense to be after Taylor heard Satellite and re-recorded Red TV.

BDILH - Based on my theory on it ending due to scandals I think this fits here, at least in a starting form.

November - December 2022

This period is unknown to me, OW and Harry BUA, Harry bought a Ferrari he never drove. He was last seen driving in December 2022. Joe said Tortured Man's Club in an interview. Taylor and Joe go to New Orleans, seemingly argue and she visits a recording studio. So if not completely over this looks like a final blow.

TTPD guesses for this time:

Fresh Out of the Slammer is recorded in New Orleans

January - March 2023

Taylor performed at The 1975 concert, Harry rumoured there. Matty Healy accused Harry of Queer Baiting and Blinds that he hated Harry. Harry started being driven places.

Taylor went over to Harry at the Grammy's and was enthusiastic supporting him. I feel like things between Harry and Taylor were friendly, but I think that was it, she was initiating. He recorded the Satellite music video but then kept it in his pocket until May, maybe something started earlier, when things were different and finished then later. Joe was seen at the Grammy's with Jack and posted a photo of meredith. Harry tours Australia, slides into Influencer Yan Yan's DM's. He adds Woman to the setlist and kisses his heart. ER kiss. At the end of the month MHs ex says they were going fine.

TTPD guesses for this time:

imgonnagetyouback - because of him fixing his hair at the Grammy's

April & May 2023

Joever announced. I have a long post on the Maylor thing. My perspective is that Harry wasn't up for more than friends at that time, Matty is known for deep resentment of Harry. Matty & Taylor were both on tour, they weren't in the same city apart from the handful of times they were seen, and they were overseas from each other when it started and ended... and Matty implied it was not sincere. Taylors team also said it was not serious. Fans see it differently and that's OK. But to me it was trolling of the highest order from them both.

On 9 April Harry played golf at Augusta Georgia and disappeared for 2 weeks. In April 12 Taylor wore the Gucci Lion ring, she went to Florida, MH in Australia, HS MIA last seen in Georgia. If the Fortnight is a literal affair I think it is here. Most of the MH public stuff was after that. Harry also added Stockholm Syndrome and Grapejuice to his setlist and seen outside Cartier before Taylor starts wearing the Necklace after their old anniversary. It's a mess. The MH thing ended.

TTPD guesses for this time:

Songs recorded, but like Fresh out the slammer they are likely started earlier. I think the daily pap works with nicely matching photos is to have everything happen in this 'neater' timeline.

Alchemy - Taylor said this title in the Cruel Summer speech in March, Taylor may have added to it later.

Florida!!! - ... HS was in the US, MH was not.

June

June is when I think things went really bad. I think this is where Taylor 'tore it all down with one conversation', which based on the Time magazine may have been wanting something public. Angry I don't wanna live forever Surprise Song and wild Betty Speeches:

"James, and he really, really, really messes things up bad with the love of his life, and he has to try to get her back, and apologize very sincerely, and profusely, and say he’s going to change and be better, and that’s all he has to do."

Taylor crying in a car in pap photos. Deux Moi reports Taylor attended HSLOT at Wembley. TR attends one Wembley show, we don't know which. Harry played Sweet Creature, maybe for Gemma's baby. The same night Taylor played Seven and said:

"I’ve always just had something happen to me, or feel a feeling, for even like seven seconds, if I feel a feeling, it’ll be like, ‘Oh! I have to write a song about this seven seconds of me feeling this way.’ It’s like, it’s genuinely been like, it’s not really a job, it’s like a full coping mechanism" ... (TTPD hint) ... "radical, the idea of a man apologizing in a beautiful, heartfelt, sincere way.’ I’m not talking about any of you. If you’re here, you’re exempt. You’re a really emotionally intelligent group. I’m sort of talking about other people right now.

TTPD guesses for this time:

Black dog, down bad, FOTS recorded, but not necessarily written.

loml - I think it fits here because Harry put Stockholm Syndrome with "I'll never leave" on the setlist in the place of Love of My Life.

Prophecy

BDILH

The rest is in the 2023 timeline

#TTPD #the tortured poets department #Taylor Swift

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oliveroctavius · 1 year

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Let's look briefly at the Coffee Bean in Spider-Man comics!

Contrary to popular memory, Peter's college pals initially met up at a diner called the Silver Spoon (ASM 44, but also 46, 52, possibly 125).

The spread at the top of this post takes a lot from this place's layout. But as newcomer MJ might have pointed out, diners are so fifties. The modern teen needed someplace cooler and edgier to hang out. Somewhere more underground. Literally.

Maps place The Coffee Bean alternately in East Village or Tribeca. The beret and glasses? The lowercase Dante's Inferno quote? The wall-hung guitar? So hipster. Wait, wrong decade. So beatnik.

The OG Bean didn't show up much more frequently than the Silver Spoon (ASM 53, 59, and 82, most notably), but it's the one that stuck in the cultural imagination. I enjoy Tim Sale's take in Spider-Man: Blue with the unfinished basement look and cult film posters.

In early modern flashbacks, the location is plagued by a specific continuity problem: "then [character] leaps through the WINDOW!" from new writers who missed the fact that it's below ground. In ASM Annual '96, JRSr complies by raising the ceiling a level!

The Sensational Spider-Man Annual's approach to the Coffee Bean makes me a bit sad. Dialogue repeatedly emphasizes its unique character and long history and how well MJ knows the place. But it's drawn aboveground and totally generic. (This from an issue with a dozen Silver Age panels directly traced!)

It's not the first time that happens, but here feels like a critical failure of show-don't-tell. The eventual window smash is worth it, but... I'd argue this would work better set at the Silver Spoon (where MJ actually met the gang, old in an uncool way, aboveground) instead.

Brand New Day reestablishes a solid sense of place for the Coffee Bean. Brick and glass entryway, a logo that's less beatnik and more Starbuck, and an interior that reminds me of a Panera Bread.

(If it's supposed to be canon that the new more corporate look is due to renovations by Harry, that's been lost in the shuffle. But it would make sense to me. His effort at impressing Norman with a plan to make the Bean a chain store circa ASM 569 would extend his trend of editorializing his own memories.)

While it still teleports between Astor Place and Tribeca, this version has now had more consistent (and just more) appearances than the original. And, of course, it has a beautiful bank of windows to—

Ah, that's more like it.

The Coffee Bean has become a symbol of innocent nostalgia and a happier past. It was also (as designed by Romita Sr) a virtual bunker: not until 1977 would superheroics be written to take place inside the Coffee Bean. (ASM Annual #11—Romita Jr's first ever penciling job on Spider-Man, interestingly.)

As a silver age icon, the location was physically safe and interruption-free in a way that even Peter's apartments and Aunt May's house couldn't be. The architecture—and how it's changed—has been a large part of that symbolism, underappreciated as it sometimes is.

#long post #thank you for coming to ollie's deep dive of the week if anything here is wrong go ahead and add on #the coffee bean #coffee bean gang #down with the sliding timescale #images undescribed

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harrytheehottie · 1 year

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The car ride to Harry’s hotel was silent. If it wasn’t for the sounds of the city and radio his driver was playing you could have heard a pin drop. These moments are the hardest ones because you are so sure of Harry’s feelings and then it’s just over. You look over to Harry avoiding all eye contact but can’t help but notice how he’s tapping his fingers along to the sound of the radio. Your journey from Long Island back to Manhattan was long. Once the car came to a halt outside one of the nicest hotels in Tribeca, your nerves were back. Harry got out of the car faster than you realized - fucks sake is he about to leave you stranded? You grabbed your purse and phone that was acting like a barrier between you, you grazed your hand against the handle and before you could get it open it was already opening with Harry on the other side waiting for you to exit.

You walked into the hotel with Harry closely following you. The doorman gave him a smile and a wink trying not to second guess the gesture you kept walking until you got to the elevator. You wondered if Harry was a few steps behind you just in case there were people around that might take a picture or have new gossip to tell their friends. When the elevator door opened Harry waited a beat before following you inside. The ride in the elevator was quiet. You wanted to break the tension, run over to his side and crash your lips into his and let all your worries go away. Instead, the both of you stayed on your respective sides.

The elevator doors open to his room. The bright lights of the city light up the space as Harry leads you into the living room. You’ve been in plenty of hotels but never one this nice. It almost takes your breath away. Your eyes scan the space. It’s intimate. Somehow more intimate than his house in Italy. His luggage was left open next to his bed. Clothes scattered around. You noticed a frame on his bedside table — the same one from his trailer in Coachella. You were lost in your observations until Harry cleared his throat, he was behind the bar making himself a drink, his brows were up as he reached for the second glass, his nonverbal way of asking if you’d like one.

“It’s 3am,” you say, speaking up for the first time since you left the arena.

“That’s a fact.” Harry replies quickly under his breath.

“I’m really tired,” you say as a yawn escapes you, emphasizing your tiredness.

“Another fact.”

The two of you begin to laugh, breaking any of the awkwardness and tension by Harry’s repetition, a proper boy thing to do. You thought to yourself before you spoke again, “Are you going to keep doing that?” you asked.

“No but only after I share this one last fact.” Harry makes his way around the bar with an extra pep in his step. You had a puzzled look on your face as you watched him. He was now standing in front of you, his hand moving to cup your chin.

“I really want to kiss you right now,” Harry says as he drags his thumb across your lips. Your eyes steady on his. You could feel the nerves coursing through his body to the tips of his finger that were firmly placed on your face. You knew those words had a weight to them and whatever happened next was going to come with consequences you’d deal with later. Harry’s lips met yours, slowly, the hesitation in his actions because he was aware of how this was going to change everything. Your lips locked once, twice, three times before you swiped your tongue in his mouth to deepen it. Harry’s body was leaning down to meet yours so you moved your arms from his sides to nudge him down on the couch next to you. You move your hands through his hair while Harry keeps his firmly placed on your sides - pressing and tapping as you continue to kiss. You stay like that, learning each other's bodies as you pull and tug and like clockwork you begin to move your body, lips never wavering from one another.

You want to stop time. You let yourself forget about everything around you. You wanted to go all in. You weren’t thinking about your job or his or the repercussions of your actions. You let yourself be in and enjoy the moment for what it was. Your bodies were moving against each other and you both knew just as much how you’d gladly keep going into more but you didn’t want to push it. You spent the rest of this night just enjoying one another’s company, your hands and mouths never too far from one another. You fell asleep like that, the rise and fall of Harry’s chest the soundtrack to your dreams that night.

You woke up to the sounds of the city. Your last memory of the evening before drifting to sleep was the soft sounds of Harry’s breathing. The night before had ended with you and Harry on the couch in front of the TV, mindlessly watching whatever episodes of Friends. Your bodies never not touch, Harry’s arms intertwined with yours. You wish you could keep this moment, just like all the time that you spent in Italy - just the two of you - no worries about what was going on outside of this room.

You walked over to the ensuite bathroom. Harry had an extra toothbrush on the counter for you with a note.

Went for a quick run. Be back soon. Will you please stay and get breakfast with me? H x

A small smile crept on your lips. He was always so thoughtful. There was no way that you would allow yourself to get caught up in this… but breakfast sounded nice. So, you got yourself together, brushed your teeth, used whatever cleanser and moisturizer Harry had on the counter. And patiently waited for his return.

Harry was back in the room within an hour. He sent you a quick text letting you know he was around the corner and you could feel your heart rate elevating. This new territory that you were in was different. Your mind swirling with ideas of what it would be like once he came in. You were pacing around the room trying to figure out a spot to sit. Would sitting on the bed be too inviting? Should you turn the TV on? No. But wouldn’t it be weird to walk into complete silence? You can’t be standing around. Should you pretend you were just in the bathroom? Your mind was running with ideas on what and where would look the most natural when you heard the door begin to open.

Harry was shirtless. The Nike long sleeve tied around the band of his matching shorts. He was glistening, granted, it was definitely from sweat but it didn’t matter you wanted to run into his arms and close the gap between you.

“Hello,” you said, trying to play it cool like you weren’t just over analyzing the way you’d sit or stand upon his arrival.

“Hi,” he said, his voice low and barely above a whisper as he took steps to close the gap between you, “you’re wearing my sweater.”

You were wearing his sweater. You only had the clothes from the night before and needed something to change into. But if you were being honest with yourself - you loved the familiar scent that kept you company. You were suddenly growing shy over the fact that you decided to go without any pants. His sweater cut you off right at the middle of your thighs. There were many things swirling in your mind before he got back and as he continued towards you, his green eyes examining your body, fixating on your lips before meeting your gaze once more, that’s when you decided you were going to let yourself fall and deal with the consequences later.

The days in New York were cut short. You had 48 hours of uninterrupted time with Harry -- no recording, no interviews, no photoshoots, just you and Harry in the city that never sleeps. Navigating your days was interesting. The day after the show you and Harry spent the morning lounging around the hotel. Harry went through the logistics of what going to dinner in the city would entail,

“So, we will get driven down together but you’ll just get out on your own in the front and then my driver will go around a few times before dropping me off in the back.”

You listened intently, trying to understand and not question anything. Harry picked up on your energy shift, “Sorry, I know it’s kind of weird, just want to have a nice meal and introduce you to some of my friends without all,” Harry gestured around the room.

There were so many aspects of his life that you knew were going to get used to and weren’t normal. From the moment you met him you knew that everything he did was meticulously planned because of the nature of who he was but having to actually deal with it in reality made you sad. You couldn’t just walk out of this hotel together and show up at a restaurant like any couple your age because the chances of someone taking a picture and posting it online or worse - a paparazzi seeing you and creating a narrative before you and Harry even set one yourselves.

“You don’t need to apologize to Harry,” you spoke up using the same advice he had constantly given you, “You’ve done nothing wrong, it’s just all very new to me so I’m trying to follow.” You said your eyes meeting Harry’s through the vanity mirror as he began to button his new Bode shirt that you picked out together earlier in the day.

You had spent a little of the afternoon shopping through Soho. You were accompanied by Jeff and Glenne. You and Glenne walked ahead of the two boys. It was your first taste of what being around Harry publicly would entail. Luckily, people were respectful and no one thought twice about the two girls a few yards ahead.

“You know, he really talks about you a lot.” Glenne whispered to me as we skimmed the racks of one of the many boutiques littered across the West Village.

“Really?” You were hesitant on going there before you had the chance to with Harry but you’d be lying to yourself if you weren’t insanely curious on what this all was.

Glenne nodded affirming your question while pulling out a baby blue mini dress, “Oh this will be perfect for dinner tonight, you have to try it on.” You took the dress from her, “I know the polite thing to do is not beg for more information but I’m going to need more information.” You needed to know what Glenne was talking about. It had only been a little over two months since you felt met — and only a few hours since you first crossed that line to something more. There’s no way he had already told Jeff and Glenne right?

Glenne turned around to face you. She looked around to make sure the boys were preoccupied before speaking, “This morning Harry came to our room and told Jeff about what happened. I’ve never seen him like that — his excitement and energy was like no other and it was like 7 in the morning.”

He told Jeff.

Glenne must’ve felt your demeanor change. She put her hand on your shoulder “You have nothing to worry about — he’s trying his best.” The excitement in her voice never wavered even when you were clearly in your head. There was a lot happening and you were trying your best to make sure you were making the right decisions even though the right decision was probably not the one that you were making now.

You’d deal with that later.

Dinner that night went as planned. You got to the restaurant before Harry, you were sitting in the back private room with his New York crew, friends and girlfriends that you were meeting for the first time. Introducing yourself to the crowd of people was easier with Glenne on your side emphasizing that you were a friend of both of theirs. Once Harry arrived, you felt a little bit more at ease. Everyone mingled with him, celebrating the new album and the next few months. A lot of his friends hadn’t seen him since the last time he was on tour in New York and a lot had changed. Notably, a new girl ‘friend’ that was strategically seated next to him.

You spent most of dinner taking everything in.

You were on your way to Manchester to spend the afternoon with Harry’s mom Anne and sister Gemma. Harry always spoke of them and you knew that the hometown show was going to be special. Harry could not stop talking about the first time he went to watch a United game. It was with his dad and sister, back when his parents were still together. It was a memory that he held onto when he was going through the divorce of his parents at a young age. Harry felt like London was “home” to him because it was the place he owned a home and spent the most time but “There is something about Manchester where I’m content there - I don’t have to worry about people. London is where I spent so much of my formative years and successes. However, Manchester nothing matters, I’m just Harry, it's truly where I’m at peace.”

You flew into Heathrow and took the train up to Manchester to spend the day with Anne and Gemma. You went the entire day without being nervous until you were in the car on the way to Anne’s house. Not only was it going to be one of the most important parts of your story, a tiny piece of you wondered if Harry confided in either one of them about you. He was super close with his family and it was something that was at the forefront of your mind as you got closer to Anne’s.

When you thanked your driver and heard the front door of the house open just as you were hoping out of your car you were greeted with Anne who had the biggest smile on her face. Harry resembled her so much — this was your first time seeing her and her big eyes and wide smile was Harry to a tee. She embraced you in a warm hug telling you how excited she is for this but it was her last sentence before she guided the both of you to the front door that told you everything you needed to know.

“Harry’s going to kill me for this but he hasn’t stopped telling us all these great things about you, I’m happy to put a face to a name.”

“Mommmm.”

There he was, Harry stood in the entryway of the house with a cheeky grin plastered on his face. You tried your best to tone down the excitement as all the nerves you built completely disappeared. He was in tiny black athletic shorts and a sweater that looked a tad too familiar for it not to have been stolen out of your suitcase in New York.

Harry’s mothers house instantly felt homey. It was a big space but not too big, pictures of their various close and extended families and friends on all the walls. There were 4 bedrooms — one for each of the kids — even after 12 years of neither of them living there she still made sure there was room for them on holidays or emergencies. It wasn’t until she showed you her backyard the greenery almost took your breath away.

“Wow, it’s so peaceful out here.” You were almost at a loss for words for the size and beauty of the garden.

“That’s very sweet. It’s been my sanctuary that helps get my mind off things.” Anne replied. You could feel how lifted she was in this space, her happiness was almost contagious. Just as she began showing you around telling you about the different plants, herbs and vegetables she was growing the doorbell interrupted you. “Oh, that must be Gem. I’ll get it.” Harry said before disappearing back into the house.

This is for the profile:

We were sat in Harry’s mothers garden accompanied by the two most important women in his life, his mother Anne and sister Gemma. If you ever find yourself in conversation with Harry there is a high likelihood that he’ll mention either of these women. And it was important to him to have them as a part of this piece.

“Harry has always been itching to be the center of attention, probably from being the younger sibling. He was very much a showman,his first school play always comes to mind. He was so nervous beforehand but once he got on that stage he was shining.” Gemma, who is three years older than Harry speaks highly of her younger brother, “You learn to sort of deal with the level of fame that now your baby brother is no longer just yours - you have to share him the good and bad with the whole world.”

“People don’t realize that when he left for the show (X-Factor) he was only 16. None of us could’ve imagined it would turn into all of this 12 years later. We were all experiencing all this for the first time with him. There’s no road map to this kind of success and how it affects the individual and their family. We’re lucky that we’ve always had our unit.” Anne explains.

Spending the afternoon with the Styles-Twist family you can immediately see just how close they are. They go long stretches of time without seeing one another but you would never suspect it when you’re with them.

“We have a fairly active group chat which is nice especially when I’m on the road. I keep them updated on the new places I visit and things that remind me of them. My mum and sister also make it a point to come visit me throughout the tour as well. And when I’m home, I’m home. I kind of let everything else go and be as present as possible.”

You excused yourself to the bathroom. You had been talking for over an hour and had two cups of tea in that time period. You follow the directions down the hall and to the left. You take in the space around you it’s like an archive of all these small and big family moments — Gemma’s graduation from University, Harry getting ready for some sort of award show with his mom making him take pictures in the kitchen like it was his senior prom, photobooth scraps of all the cousins, a picture of Harry with someone’s baby cradled in his lap. All these pictures told the same story. At the end of all the fanfare and accolades Harry is just a boy from Northern England who loves his family and wants to do as much good as he can with the privileges he has been given.

You were washing your hands in the sink when you heard a light knock on the door. You turned off the water and began to dry your hands before a second round of knocks startled you.

“Sorry, just a minute.” You say give yourself a moment to finish drying your hands before opening the door and letting the next person in. As you grabbed the handle on the bathroom door to open it the person on the other side was barging in, “Sorry I’m-“ you were a bit startled until you realized who it was.

“Harry, what are you?” You weren’t able to finish your sentence before his mouth crashed into yours.

“Do you know how long I’ve been waiting to do that? Harry says his hands moving from down your face to the sides of your body before stopping right af your hips. “I’ve missed you so much”

You laugh a bit at his confession, “It’s only been a few days since I’ve last seen you.” You 're definitely playing it a bit too cool, you missed him too. You were now leaning on the bathroom sink as Harry stood parallel to you. You loved the proximity you were to one another but hated how much everything was spinning in your head. You looked up at him — now realizing the comparison to his mischievous smile was warranted that Cheshire cat grin as his lips met yours deepening the kiss. You moved your hands from your sides just as he did.

“S’been absolute torture not being able to do this,” Harry said between kisses. You were definitely doing a better job about keeping composure. His hands were everywhere and as much as you wanted to feel just how much he missed you it seemed like you were the only one aware of the fact that you were still in his mothers house where both his mom and sister were down the hall. But you couldn’t resist the way he began moving his hands up your legs and his mouth began to kiss down your neck. All you’ve done over the last couple of days is exactly this — hands and mouths moving over each other's bodies but never more. And you were certainly not going to do more in this situation.

“Harry, we can’t,”

“Shhhh,” he put his pointer finger to your lips as he continued kissing and sucking on your neck. He was definitely going to leave a mark. And as much as the feeling of Harry’s mouth on any part of your body drove you crazy and you wanted to keep this feeling going you knew you couldn’t let this go further.

And because life had a way of pulling cruel jokes on you you heard the sound of someone walking up the steps, luckily, so did Harry.

“Shit.” He said double checking to see if the door was closed. “I told them I’d just make sure you found the bathroom.”

“Great cover story, they probably think we’re teenagers incapable of keeping our hands to ourselves.” You said, rolling your eyes.

“I mean… if they’re already thinking about it?” Harry had a glimmer in his eye, you just shook your head at him. You weren’t actually upset, you just wanted to make a good first impression on his family and sneaking away to the bathroom was not what you wanted, especially when you’re here to do a job.

“Harry.” You said again firmly just as three knocks came from the other side of the door.

Shit.

Both of you were wide eyed as you tried to silently come up with a game plan on what to do. Were you going to pretend like you were just in here alone? They definitely heard you.

Harry took control, clearing his throat. “Gimme a minute.”

“Alrighty, the kettle is on and Mum brought some sweets out when you all are ready.” Gemma spoke up from the other side of the door.

“Okay!” You both spoke in unison. You playfully nudged him back. The mischievous glimmer in Harry’s eyes never wavering “Well you just blew our cover with that,” Harry slowly began to laugh, the crinkles in his eyes as his shoulders moved up to his ears.

“Come off it, Mr. I Wanted To Make Sure She Found The Bathroom,” you couldn’t help but begin to break yourself, “So are we going to walk out of here together or should we do it one by one?”

“You go first, I need to sort myself out.” Harry spoke. You looked down at him — fully aware of what he meant. You gave him one last kiss before heading back towards the dining room where all the sweets and snacks were laid out.

“Oh, you didn’t have to do all this for me!” You said to Anne who was still setting the table up with food.

“I wanted to. You’ve been so lovely to us all,” Anne said as you took a seat next to Gemma, trying your hardest to not make anything more weird than it had to be. And like she could read your mind she leaned over and whispered, “It’s the early stages of something, I get it. I’m just grateful I didn’t actually see anything going on behind that door.” She spoke dryly.

“I promise there was nothing salacious…”

She cut you off, “It’s alright, I mean it.”

Harry Styles and Mystery Woman cozy up for late lunch in Tribeca. Eagle eyed fans have known for months.

You felt your stomach drop, the room was smaller and you couldn’t focus on anything else. Harry was going on and on about the rest of his plans for the following weeks. You were in his house, holy fuck you were in his house. Your eyes scan around the room. You wondered if he knew and got some sort of heads up. Were they outside waiting for you to walk out so they could get their money shot? Your head was spinning with scenarios trying to land on one that made sense when Harry’s phone that was left on the couch next to you started ringing. He hustled around the kitchen island before reaching over and grabbing his phone.

“For fucks sake, I told them I’d be busy all morning - so sorry I have to take this it’s Jeffrey,” Harry’s face was apologetic and warm. You were living in a cocoon. The only people aware of your circumstances were you two. And now, that phone call was going to change everything. You braced yourself for impact.

Harry was doing a lot of ‘yeah’ and ‘alright s’ on the phone. A sense of calm that you were expecting to wash over you. Harry didn’t look over to you at any point of the conversation until he said, “she’s here” and began to walk into the back garden. Out of habit? To discuss details they couldn’t have you knowing? Was whoever was on the phone going to say this was something you wanted? No, don’t go there, you told yourself before mentally stepping back.

“There’s a picture of us at lunch from New York a few weeks back…” Harry’s eyes are fixed to his feet his head is down when explaining

“What’s the”

He cut you off before you could finish your sentence already anticipating your first question by his answer, “S’just us at lunch. Nothing out of the ordinary or what I wouldn’t do with literally anyone else.”

You just let him vent. He was upset and you knew somewhere inside of you that it would get handled and you hoped you would be fine so you just listened, “I hate that everything around me gets taken and spit out to the wolves. I’ve done everything right. I’ve put parameters in place, have to think of every possible scenario when going out and still they find me out before I’m ready it’s so fucking frustrating.”

You were stunned, “Harry…”

“Did you tell anyone about us?” He asked flatly, first time that his eyes weren’t fixated on the floor but on you.

“No?” You replied immediately leaving no room for hesitation.

“I won’t be upset that you did, I just need to know for handling this stuff,”

“I didn’t tell anyone.” You said again firmly. He believed you this time. Needing the reassurance of the double confirmation. You couldn’t blame him. You wouldn’t wish any of this on your worst enemy.His phone rang again, interrupting your moments of peace. Harry picked it up and headed back outside.

You continued to stare at your phone reading the headline over and over again. You had the foresight of privating all your social media when you first got your job. Being a journalist in the music industry was hard enough. You knew how nasty people were when they could hide behind a screen and anonymity on the internet. It didn’t mean you lost all your curiosity. You slowly scrolled, against your better judgment reading every single line of the article. Basic information of your name, age and what you did for work. You saw the comment feature at the bottom of the screen. Your thumb hovering over the speech bubble that would open dozens of comments from strangers.

“Do you have everything you need for a day away?” Harry’s voice echoed in the house. You completely missed what you were doing as you jumped a little in your seat, “Sorry didn’t mean to scare you,”

“Where are we going? Don’t you have a show tomorrow?” You had all your things with you. They had paid for a hotel room for you but since you left Harry’s mom’s in Cheshire you’d be staying with him.

“We’re going to Oxfordshire.” Harry was frantically looking around the house picking things up and setting them on the kitchen island.

DO NOT USE:

It started with my first messy public break up. I didn’t want anyone to know where I was for the first few days and was holed up in my original flat. The breakup itself wasn't even the hard part; but once it hit the press and I wasn’t in control anymore it was unbearable. So, after the hundredth phone call to my Mum she suggested that I get out of London for a bit. I talked with management and sorted the 48 hours alone by myself and it was the most peaceful relaxing time. Since then it’s been a place to go when things get a bit much and I just want to relax without having to worry about being too far from home. Sometimes I’ll bring company and sometimes I’ll just go alone. It’s nice for those in between times of the tour and being back home in London. A few days away can do you really good.

Harry was being very open and honest with you almost immediately. Your conversation was jumping around from Coachella, the album making process. You were mesmerized by him and how grounded and put together he was for someone who had so much fame at such a young age. The conversation you had must’ve been weighing on Harry’s mind all day, a moment of accidentally revealing too much about yourself and wishing you could take it all back which he did. Later that day when you were gathering all your things to leave he stopped you. His eyes were soft, his demeanor completely shifting, shy, distracted, guarded? You couldn’t put your finger on it.

“Uh, all that stuff about escaping the city? Is it okay if you don’t use any of that?”

“Oh yes, no problem.” You were used to managers coming back to tell you this after reading the first draft you had never seen the artist do themselves minutes after the interview was over.

“It’s just that… I am really comfortable talking to you and I…” he was looking for the words to finish his thoughts, maybe find something to comfort you for this pseudo rejection, “I’d like to keep that between us.”

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The Back Seater and the Baker || Chapter 2 [Bob Floyd x f!OC]

Overview: Bob hasn't seen Haley Nichols since he was fifteen. But when Haley shows up out of the blue with one sentence that throws Bob for a loop – "I'm turning thirty in two weeks, are we still on?" – all of the feelings from their childhood return. Bob never thought that Haley would remember the marriage pact the two made when they were just kids, even if he never forgot. So what happens when Bob falls all over again for his childhood crush? And what will Bob do when he discovers the real reason she came back to capitalize on the pact is to secure her inheritance and save her bakery from bankruptcy? Will he believe Haley when she confesses that she loves him, too?

Pairing: Robert "Bob" Floyd x OC [Bakery owner Haley Nichols]

Tropes: Marriage pact

Chapter summary: Haley reminisces about how she met Bob as kids; Bob surprises Haley with an exhilarating first date; the two share a second first kiss

Warnings: Cursing, alcohol

Word count: 3.1K

Series masterlist here; previous chapter here

You were nine the first time you laid eyes on Bob Floyd.

This time his family was new in town and he started three weeks into the fourth grade.

“Class, we have a new joiner.” Your teacher, Mrs. Pebbles, put her hands on Bob’s thin shoulders. “This is Robert Floyd, he’s just moved here from. Where are you from, sweetpea?”

Bob nudged the thick frames up his nose where they had slipped. “Mobile.”

“Alabama,” Mrs. Pebbles said. “OK honey, take a seat. Anywhere with a free desk.”

Even back then, Bob was nervous looking. Almost anxious for a child. He paused at the front of the class, worry creasing his tiny face, shoulders hunched under the weight of his blue Jansport backpack.

You looked up and smiled, eyes flicking to the empty desk to your left. Bob looked at you questioningly and you nodded. Finally, he started down the aisle, sliding into the empty seat near the window.

“I’m Haley,” you said softly as Mrs. Pebbles gathered a stack of papers at the front of the room and started handing out a sheet with math equations.

“Bob,” he whispered.

“Not Robert?”

“Not really.”

“OK,” you said, smiling. “You can eat lunch with me, if you want.”

“Really?”

You nodded. “I’ll meet you by the cafeteria doors after fourth period.”

Bob cocked his head to one side. Mrs. Pebbles was closing in on the two of you and class would resume soon. “Why are you being nice to me?”

“Everyone needs a friend,” you said quietly.

Later that day, Bob walked, hunched over, through the busy hallway toward the cafeteria. He didn’t expect much. He had moved before, he knew what it was like to be the new kid.

So when he looked up and saw you smiling at the cafeteria doors, his heart leapt in his chest.

He fell in love with you a little, then and there.

***

You learned that Bob had gone to school and then quickly enrolled in officer’s training and that he was something called a WSO. His family had never left Mount Pleasant. They still went to the Harris Teeter off of Long Grove Drive, and First Baptist by the waterfront.

Bob listened with rapt attention as you told him about your time in undergrad and then at Wharton. How you had graduated with a MBA and moved to New York, but felt unfulfilled, spending night after night at an investment banking office in FiDi until three in the morning. How the only thing that you had enjoyed was going home to your Tribeca studio and cooking in the early hours of the morning when the rest of the city slept. That after a year you quit your job and enrolled in culinary school, where you met Calvin, and that together the two of you had moved back to Charleston where you ran a bakery near King Street.

Before you realized, your plates had been cleared and your stomach was full but all you could remember were Bob’s piercing blue eyes as he watched you. You tossed your hands in the air, you had always been an animated talker, and he grinned. Suddenly you were fifteen again and somewhere deep in your stomach you felt a pang of guilt.

The waiter swept by and before you could reach out, Bob had slipped him a credit card.

“Hey,” you frowned. “Dinner was supposed to be on me, remember?”

“Absolutely not, darlin’,” he said and you felt an ache between your legs at how good the small glimpses of Bob’s accent were. “Been waiting a long time to take you out on a proper date.”

“I liked eating pralines by the water just as much as any expensive date.”

“I know you did,” Bob said softly. “That’s what I love about you.”

His words hovered in the air. Heavy. The waiter returned with the card folder and Bob busied himself signing the check. You watched his neat handwriting, the way his hand shook slightly as he put the pen down and smoothed the paper receipt.

Bob looked up. “Shall we?”

You nodded, standing up, Bob’s hand light against the small of your back as he guided you out of the restaurant into the dark street. Without thinking, you turned to him, slipping your hand into his. “I know I gave you a surprise, just showing up,” you whispered. “But I’m really glad I came.”

Bob smiled. “Me, too.”

“Doesn’t feel weird?” you asked.

He shook his head. “Somehow, no. I think a part of me always hoped one day you’d show up out of the blue and ask me to marry you.”

You laughed, head thrown back, and Bob grinned. His fingers were warm and solid in your hand. “I’d invite you over, but my hotel room isn’t very guest friendly.”

“I’m pretty tired, Peanut,” Bob admitted. “And we have a test flight in the morning. But what are you doing tomorrow?”

“I don’t know, what are we doing?”

Bob’s eyes lit up. “I’ll text you where to meet me. Wear closed toe shoes.”

You squinted. “What?”

“Just go with it, darlin’,” he whispered and you felt goosebumps line your skin. Somewhere between 2007 and now, Bob had gotten sexy. There was a gravely nature to his voice, a dominance that hadn’t been there when the two of you were kids. He had filled out and even though you had yet to see him naked you just knew that there was muscle where before it had only been skin and bones.

You leaned in and grazed your lips against his cheek, kissing him softly. “See you tomorrow, Bobby.”

***

You frowned at the GPS. This couldn’t be right. You were at the gates of Top Gun. Two men in full military gear stood with guns outside the imposing gates as you drove your rental car up.

“Can we help you, miss?” the shorter one asked.

“I uh, I’m meeting someone.”

“Name?”

“Haley Nichols.”

“Their name.”

“Oh, crap, sorry it’s Bob Floyd. Robert Floyd.”

“Lieutenant Floyd.” He flicked through a page on his tablet. “That’s approved.” He nodded to the man next to him who pressed a button, opening the gate. “Have a nice day.”

“Thanks.” You drove through the gate slowly, in awe. You had wondered what Bob would do as an adult. He had always been math and science oriented as a kid. You had thought maybe a chemist, a physicist, a professor.

Never had you expected him to go into the navy.

You pulled the car into a parking lot and stepped out, shielding your face from the late afternoon sun with one hand. Out of the corner of your eye you saw a figure emerge from a large white hangar, in a green outfit. As he drew nearer, you realized it was Bob.

“Hey!” he said, slowing down his jog as he met you. Without even thinking, you tossed your arms around his neck, drawing him into a hug. He pulled back, smiling. “You ready?”

“For what?” you asked.

Bob grinned. “Time to suit up, darlin’.”

“I, what?”

He grabbed your hand, tugging you toward the white building. You couldn’t help but admire how he looked in his flight suit, hair combed back neatly, glasses perfectly balanced on his button nose. His hand was warm in yours and you followed him willingly into the shade of the hangar, out from the blinding sun.

Looking around, you felt small. Jets towered above you. It felt illegal standing so close to them, practically brushing against the metal bellies that you knew were lethal weapons in the air.

Bob smiled down at you. “Well?”

“I can’t believe this is your job,” you whispered softly, in awe. “It’s just not what I predicted for you.”

Bob squeezed your hand before letting it fall. “Come on, have a surprise for you.”

“Floyd!” A few people from the bar entered the hangar, all wearing matching green flight suits. You recognized the tall one with the scars on his jaw. Chicken or something similar.

“Rooster,” Bob said. “You remember Haley.”

“The fiance.” Rooster smiled down at you. “I remember. Nice to see you again.”

“Nice to see y’all.”

“Is it take your girlfriend to work day?” The familiar blond with perfect features grinned from the back of the group.

“Haley here is going on her first flight today,” Bob said and you looked up, astonished. He smiled widely. “Surprised?”

“Terrified,” you replied and Bob smoothed his hand over your back.

“You’ll do fine.”

“Are you taking me up?”

He shook his head and your face fell. “Phoenix is. I trust her more than anyone.” He leaned in closer. “I wouldn’t trust you with anyone else. I promise.”

“You’re Floyd’s girl, wouldn’t dare to try anything.” Phoenix appeared on the fringe of the group with a smirk. “Although I will say you look a lot like my ex-girlfriend, so no guarantees.”

Bob flushed and you laughed.

Phoenix handed you a flight suit and a helmet. “Bathroom is over there. Suit up babe, we’re heading up in a few.”

The flight suit felt uncomfortable as you followed Phoenix out to the jet on the runway. Bob stopped as Phoenix started to do checks on the plane. “You can say no,” he whispered. “I didn’t want to force you into anything. I just thought it might be fun.”

You gulped down your anxiety. “Can I talk to you on the headset?”

He nodded. “I’ll be up there with Rooster so you can talk to me the whole time, OK?”

You nodded and Bob leaned in, pressing his lips to your cheek, his fingers inching low on your back. “See you on the ground, Peanut.”

The moment you were in the skies, your stomach was in your throat but as soon as you and Phoenix penetrated the clouds, it lifted. “On your left,” Phoenix said into the mic and you looked over, Bob and Bradley’s jet hovering in the space next to you. Bob waved enthusiastically and you waved back, beaming. “Ready to roll?” she asked.

“What?”

“Hold on,” Phoenix said, and the next second you were flattened, the jet slicing through the air at speeds you had never imagined before. It was like being on a rollercoaster but also on LSD. You let out a little yelp.

“Doing OK, honey?” Bob’s voice was sweet in your ear. You had almost forgotten he was there.

“I think so,” you gasped.

“Phoenix, slow down,” Bob demanded.

Phoenix laughed. “She’s fine, Floyd. You’re alright, aren’t you Hales?”

You looked around. It was a layer of fluffy white clouds. In the jet next to you, even behind the helmet you could tell that Bob was worried. You nodded. “I’m fine.”

“Are you sure?” Bob pressed.

“She’s a big girl, Floyd,” Phoenix said, pushing the jet faster. “Hold on, pumpkin.”

The two of you shuttled forward into the abyss. After a few moments, you watched Bob’s jet catch up on your left. And suddenly, it wasn’t so scary anymore. There was an exhilaration. It was like nothing you had ever experienced. “Holy shit,” you whispered, completely forgetting the mic was turned on.

Phoenix laughed. “See, she’s having fun.”

“Peanut?” Bob’s voice over the mic was crinkly.

You turned to your left and grinned. “Remember the third grade when Keith Atwater said he could beat me in a foot race?”

Bob chuckled. “You wiped the floor with him.”

“Think Phoenix and I can beat the two of you that bad now?”

“Oh shit.” Rooster’s voice came over the mic. “I think we’re being challenged, Floyd. What do you say?”

“Sure about that honey?”

“She suggested it,” Phoenix said. “Or are you scared of losing, Floyd?”

Bob’s voice was velvet over the mic. “Peanut?”

“Be prepared to get your ass handed to you.”

Rooster and Phoenix laughed in unison. “Count us down, Peanut,” Bob said. “Two minutes, on the clock.”

“Losers buys the winners beer.”

“Three, two, one.”

You felt your head snap back as Phoenix kicked the plane forward, the two of you piercing through the air. You could barely see or breathe or think, and you had no idea how they did anything other than just fly when they were in the air, let alone make rational decisions, defend allies, action plans.

It was over before you even knew it, Phoenix whooping in the seat in front of you as Bob and Rooster pulled up on your left, shaking their heads.

“See you boys down there,” Phoenix said, dipping the nose of the jet gently toward land.

“Nice job, Nix.” Bob’s voice floated through your headset. “Guess I owe you a drink, Peanut.”

You grinned as Phoenix guided the plane down back to the runway. Once the jet had stopped, she opened the hatch and unclipped herself, turning around, helmet under her arm. “Listen, Floyd is my back seater. That means he trusts me with his life, and I trust him with mine.” Her gaze was hard. “I want to like you, Haley. Just don’t hurt him.”

You stood up. “I won’t.”

She nodded, climbing out of the jet and holding out a hand. “I’m going to hold you to that.”

Bradley and Bob were down on the ground a moment later. You climbed out of the jet and down onto the ground, swiping your hair back from your face, waiting for the two to dismount. Bob climbed out first, bounding over and before you could even register the action in your mind you were reaching up, wrapping him in a hug. His arms came around your waist tightly, pulling you in closer. Once the two of you parted, you touched his sweaty face softly. “Best date ever.”

“Yeah?”

You nodded. Bradley approached from behind, clapping Bob on the back. “Think we owe these ladies some drinks.”

“One drink,” Bob said, leading you back to the hangar, “but that’s it.”

You pouted. “One drink? That wasn’t the deal. I thought it was an all night offer.”

Bob’s hand was heavy on your back as he leaned in. “One drink because I want you to myself the rest of the night.”

You looked up at him with a grin.

***

Bob’s house was small and charming. You had seen only the kitchen and foyer that first night that you showed up. He drove you back in your car, leaving his truck at the base. You took a shower, emerging from the bathroom to find that Bob had laid out a pair of boxers and one of his old sweatshirts for you to wear on the bed.

When you emerged from the bedroom, Bob was standing in the living room with his flight suit tied around his waist, black t-shirt clinging to his abdomen. He spotted you and hung up the phone. “Perfect, thanks.” Bob slid the phone into his pocket. “I ordered a pizza, hope that’s OK. Thought we might want to stay in and all I have in the fridge is some old cheese and a decaying apple.”

“Pizza sounds great.” You wanted to step closer, tear the shirt from Bob’s sweaty muscles where it clung to him, feel the hardness of his abdomen beneath your fingertips. You were surprised at the level of attraction you had to Bob. Even after all this time. Even after everything.

“I’m going to shower,” he said softly. “Be right out, I promise.”

You nodded and Bob disappeared down the hall. He was only gone a minute when your phone buzzed. You pulled it out of your bag on the ground and groaned.

Peterson wedding wants to cancel the mini cupcake order. That’s $800. What should I do?

“Fucking hell,” you muttered, dialing Calvin. He picked up immediately. “No.”

“Well I know it’s a no, but how do I say no?”

“You just say no,” you repeated, pacing around the small living room. “They signed a contract. So they can either have the cupcakes or not, either way they’re paying the price.”

Calvin sighed. “Alright, fine, I’ll call bridezilla.”

“Thank you.” You slumped down onto the sofa.

“How’s it going?” he asked. “How’s the fake boyfriend?”

“His name is Bob,” you corrected. “And he’s actually amazing.”

“Oh sweetie.” Calvin’s voice was dripping with pity. “Don’t go falling in love with him. Did you tell him about Grandma Lee and the clause?”

“No,” you snapped, eyes wide, but the shower was still running. “And he’s not going to find out.”

“Everything bites you in the ass sooner or later.”

“He’s a good person,” you said gently. “Nice. Kind. Handsome.”

“Handsome? What does Mr. Perfect do?”

“He’s a Navy pilot.”

“Shut the fuck up.”

You grinned. “You’d be in heaven. All of his friends are gorgeous.”

“If I didn’t have to make sixteen cakes tomorrow I’d be on the first flight to California.”

The water in the bathroom stopped. “Listen, Cal, I gotta run. Text me with any issues, OK?”

“You got it boss.” Calvin paused. Then, “And Haley?”

“Yeah?”

“It’s going to come out eventually,” he said. “So don’t get too attached.”

Bob walked out into the hallway, wet hair combed back neatly, wearing a pair of joggers and a t-shirt. You stood up, smiling. “Too late. I’ll talk to you later.” You ended the call.

“Everything OK?” Bob asked, crossing the room. He looked like he wanted to touch you, put a hand on your waist, slide his hand against yours. But he held back.

You nodded. “Yeah. You’re here, so everything is fine.”

Bob stepped closer. You could feel the heat radiating off of his body. It made your skin tingle with the sheer anticipation. “The last thing I expected was to open my door and find you,” he whispered, voice deep and sultry and it skimmed over your curves in waves. “And here you are, fifteen years later. Still the best thing that ever happened to me.”

“Oh, Bobby,” you sighed.

“I mean it, Peanut,” he said and you knew he did. Truth was laced into every single world falling out of his mouth. “Not a day goes by where I didn’t wish that things could have been different. That you could have stayed. That we had tried harder to make things work. That I had tracked you down sooner.”

“Things happen for a reason,” you murmured, closing the gap between the two of you, looping your arms around Bob’s neck, his blue eyes glued on yours.

“Maybe.”

“I think this is our second chance,” you said as Bob’s fingers reached out, ghosting over your waist.

“I can't waste a second chance,” Bob said, leaning down, free hand cupping the back of your neck as his lips landed on yours, consuming you in a kiss that you felt might never end.

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