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watchmegetobsessed · 4 years ago

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Never Have I Ever - Harry Styles (part 5)

uh ohh, part 5 baby! im quite enjoying this story so far and i have some fun things planned for it, so i hope you’ll stay with me for them! in today’s part, our fav new celeb couple takes it all the way, though i chose not to include the actual sex part, however im still treating you all with some dirty stuff so enjoy!

pairing: Harry x actress!reader

word count: 4.6k

warning: NSFW content

SERIES MASTERPOST

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New couple alert?

Harry Styles and Y/N Y/L/N have been spotted having lunch and grabbing coffee several times in the course of the past few weeks. All the outings looked casual and friendly, they gladly stopped for fans that approached them and the word has it that they’ve been getting closer to each other, though neither of them confirmed anything.

Harry Styles has been known to be single for a while now, only faint rumors swirling up sometimes, but none of them were proven to be true, the young actress is the first woman he has been linked to in a long time. Y/N Y/L/N has been focusing on her blooming career and has been single since her split from long time exboyfriend and fellow actor, Levi Hudson. The pair dated all through 2018, splitting in the beginning of 2019. Hudson has admitted their hectic schedules made it impossible to maintain their relationship while Y/N did not confirm anything.

Styles is going on his world-wide tour soon, while Y/L/N is currently between two projects. The young celebs seem to be enjoying each other’s company and fans have been quick to jump into speculations about their alleged romance, however there is no evidence as of right now.

“Thank you so much for your time, it was a pleasure to talk to you,” the young interviewer smiles at you, holding her hand out and you shake it with a warm smile.

“Thank you for having me! And I really like your shoes, by the way,” you point down at her electric blue pumps that you’ve been eyeing since the start of the interview.

“Oh, thank you! Got them from a vintage store,” she beams, a slight blush playing on her cheeks clearly a little starstruck from your compliment.

“Love those little stores.”

“Me too,” she giggles collecting her papers and notes. “Someone will contact you and your team soon about the photoshoot and I’ll email you a draft of the interview in about a week.”

“That’s perfect, thank you so much,” you nod at her grabbing your purse from the side table next to you. Grabbing your phone from the depth of it you smile to yourself upon seeing the text from Harry.

“Call me when you’re done with the interview Xx.”

You say your goodbye to everyone before heading out of the building. Lawrence is at the front waiting for you in the car and he greets you with a warm smile when you sit into the backseat. As he starts the car and heads back to your home, you call Harry, who picks it up after the second ring.

“Hey! How was the interview?” he beams brightly, his voice immediately making you smile.

“Great! This young girl did it and she had some exciting questions.”

“Sounds lovely. Can’t wait to buy a Cosmopolitan with you on the cover soon,” he says and you can hear the grin through his voice.

“Will look good in your hands for sure,” you chuckle.

“Right. So I have a question for you.”

“Go for it.”

“I’m doing this very small show at Beacon Theater this weekend, kind of a practice before the real tour begins and I was wondering if you’d be up to come. Would love to have you there.”

“When is it exactly?”

“Saturday at nine. I know it’s a short notice and I get it if you have something else going on, just wanted to ask.”

“I think I can make it work,” you smile, thinking back at what your day looks like on Saturday. “Can I bring someone?”

“Of course! Just let me know how many people so I can have the tickets sent over to you.”

“Thank you. It’s sweet of you to think about me.”

“You know I always think about you,” he murmurs and his voice sends a shiver down your spine. Crazy to think how much he can affect you with just his words, he just has a special spell on you, it seems.

“Still such a flirt, I see,” you chuckle, feeling your cheeks heating up as you hear his soft laugh on the other end of the line.

“For you, always.”

“Alright. I’ll text you about the tickets and thank you again. Can’t wait to see you perform finally.”

“It’s been due for a while now, right? Kind of promised you some tickets on Ellen, if I remember correctly.”

“You did!” you laugh thinking back at the time you met him. How funny that just one short game on a talk show led the two of you here. You have to thank Ellen though.

“Now I’m finally keeping my promise. Talk to you later then, Love. Have a great day.”

“You too, Harry.”

You manage to convince Sydney to join you for the concert, she sounds excited when you ask if she had anything to do on Saturday. Seeing Harry perform before his tour kicks off is a thrill for her she wouldn’t pass on for anything, so she is really grateful that you thought of her as your plus one.

Harry has your passes sent over to your place on Friday and it comes with a bouquet of flowers as well as a card.

“Can’t wait to see you tomorrow. What’s your favorite song? I’ll make sure to perform it just for you. –H”

He never fails to make you feel like the only woman on the planet and you can definitely see why so many fall for him even without meeting him. The man has all the power to charm anyone with just a smile.

You put the flowers into a vase and leave them on your dining table before grabbing your phone and sending him a quick text.

“It’s Only Angel,” you simply write, hoping he’ll get it why you just wrote that. Luckily, he does.

“Straight to the setlist. Dedicated to You.”

Finishing up the last touches to your makeup you bop your head to the song blasting through the stereo. It’s Only Angel, of course. You’ve had it on repeat all afternoon and now you can’t wait to actually see Harry perform it live.

Just as you are about to get changed, Syd arrives so you let her in with a beaming smile and when she hears the music upon walking into your place she cheers in excitement.

“Yes! This is such a jam!” she smirks, doing a little dance as you lock the door behind her.

“You look fantastic, Syd,” you tell her. The black short dress looks amazing paired with the lilac oversized blazer. Her makeup matches the same color and you are obsessed with the fishnet tights. She will surely make men wish she was into them.

“Thank you! Spent two hours figuring out what to wear, so I hope I look fantastic,” she giggles.

She helps you put together your outfit as well. Wide legged flaming red pants that make your waist look snatched, a black sheer top tucked into it with just a black bralette underneath. You already know Harry will be a fan of the skin you’re showing, you can’t wait to see his face when he finally spots you.

You quickly pack your essentials into a black Chanel purse along with stuff you need for a possible sleepover if things might take a pleasant turn, and you finish with everything just when the doorman calls up through the intercom that Lawrence has arrived.

“So, what’s the deal with you and him, if I may ask?” Syd questions in the car, not in a nosy way, more like a curious, friendly way.

“We are… getting close,” you say, tasting the word on your tongue. You haven’t labeled whatever you have going on with Harry, nor do you really know what it should be called. You’ve been trying hard to make time for each other as much as possible, making small lunch and coffee dates a regular thing. He came over to your place one evening for a movie and that’s the only time you were able to be alone with him, though nothing sexual happened. Yet. The real deal is yet to happen and if you are being honest you are running short on patience. It’s getting harder to hold yourself back and keep your hands to yourself as well when you are out with him, but you agreed to keep it lowkey out in the public.

Tonight, however, you have a feeling what you’ve been waiting for so long might actually happen and you can only hope Harry is planning the same thing. You are absolutely ready to bluntly ask if he wants to spend the night at your place.

“But you’re heading… somewhere, right?”

“I hope so,” you smile shyly.

“That’s amazing. I think you two are a match,” Syd smirks at you.

By the time you arrive to the venue the gates have been opened so people are busy getting inside, giving you the chance to walk inside through the backdoors without any fuss.

“Miss, Harry requested me to usher you to his dressing room when you arrive,” the girl at the door smiles at you with a clipboard in her hands and a headset covering her ears.

“Oh, alright,” you nod, turning to Syd. “You go ahead and get us a good place,” you tell her and she nods walking away with a wave as she heads up to the second floor that’s fully reserved for friends and family.

Following the girl down the hallway you are led to a room that has Harry’s name on it. She gently knocks on the door and a few moments later it flies open, revealing Harry in a colorful suit and a simple white button-down shirt. He looks breathtaking, hair fixed perfectly and the wide grin stretching across his lips when he sees you standing there.

“You’re here!” he breathes out, grabbing your hand and pulling inside, snatching you away from the preying eyes. Once the door clicks closed behind you, he is quick to press his lips to yours in a sweet welcoming kiss. Ever since your first official date he hasn’t passed on any chance to kiss you whenever you had the luxury of privacy to yourselves, which hasn’t happened too much, leaving you both with a growing hunger for each other every time you meet.

“Mm of course I am,” you smile against his lips before pecking them one last time and leaning back. “Looking great, Mr. Styles,” you grin, taking your time to wander your eyes down on him.

“Yeah? Like the suit?”

“Absolutely.”

“Well, I love your outfit as well. M’gonna have a hard time not thinking about you on the stage.”

“Please think about me,” you breathe out with a coy smile.

“Don’t fucking say that to me, you are giving me a hard time,” he groans and you just chuckle at the tortured look on his face.

“Sorry,” you mumble, but your face doesn’t meet your words. He squeezes your waist gently, pecking your lips in a rush before he lets go of you.

“I need to go over a few things before we start, so just go ahead and join Syd. Meet me here after the show?”

“Yeah, perfect,” you nod smiling. “Good luck out there,” you wink and he grins at you with bright eyes. His hands grab onto yours before you head out, pulling you in for one last kiss before you leave.

You feel flustered and you take a few deep breaths on your way up to the gallery to find Syd who managed to get an amazing spot at the front on the left side.

They offer everyone up on the gallery some champagne before the show starts and looking around you see a few familiar faces, but no one you specifically know. You stick with Sydney who is over the moon about the show and you are kind of sharing her excitement.

When the lights go down and the music finally starts, you can’t help but join in with the screams that fill the theater.

You’ve seen videos of him performing, in One Direction and solo as well. You’ve seen pictures and you’ve heard the words about how amazing he is on stage, but none of those live up to the actual experience. The sensation that takes over you just by seeing him appear on the stage as the whole theater chants his name as one, it completely sweeps you off your feet and for a second you wonder how you could live a life without this experience.

When his voice starts to flow through the massive speakers you need to take a deep breath, a shiver runs down your spine and you chug down the rest of your champagne so you could get rid of the glass and hold onto the railing with both hands because you feel like you need to ground yourself before you shoot into the sky.

Song after song, he performs perfectly, bringing every single person in the audience to that euphoric state they’ve been probably seeking their whole life. The experience is surely one of a kind, something you’ll definitely be thinking about for a long time.

Time seems to stop, though it cruelly carries on even when you forget about it completely. The concert is nearing its end and Harry takes a breather as he places his guitar to the stand behind him. You watch his every move as he walks back to the microphone, his gaze moving up to the gallery, roaming through the people until they find you.

“This last song is dedicated… to my Only Angel,” he murmurs into the microphone as the audience erupts, blows up at once and your heart skips a beat when his eyes linger over you for a little longer before the music starts to play.

You faintly hear Syd screaming next to you, probably aware that the dedication was addressed to you, but you can’t tear your eyes off of the man on the stage.

He nails it perfectly, looking like an absolute rockstar that he truly is and for a moment you can’t believe you have his attention and interest. How can such a precious and unbelievably talented man be in your reach?

Because I deserve great things in life, you tell yourself, a little mantra you’ve gotten around to repeat every time you found yourself doubting your success and happiness.

The concert eventually ends and though no one in the room desires the end of it, Harry leaves and you are abruptly brought back to reality.

“That was… something else truly,” Syd breathes out as the two of you linger around a little longer, trying to come down from the high you just experienced.

“Yeah. He is so fucking talented it’s almost unfair,” you chuckle running a hand through your hair.

“This tour will kill thousands of people all around the world,” she muses and for a moment, reality sets in and you realize that Harry will leave for his worldwide tour very soon, leaving you behind.

You get rid of the thought, not wanting to stress over something that’s not relevant just yet and you don’t want to ruin the evening either. Fears and stress can wait a little longer.

The two of you make your way backstage, walking into a bit of a chaos as all close friends and family want to congratulate to Harry and the band as well. Standing at the side you let everyone have their time, barely even seeing Harry in the sea of people in the spacious green room. Syd keeps you company as you wait and about thirty minutes later it seems like the crowd is starting to loosen up.

Harry spots you and excuses himself immediately from his conversation with a couple, heading in your direction with the widest grin you’ve ever seen on his pretty face.

“Congrats, that was mind-blowing,” you smirk as he reaches you, a hand curling around your waist as he leans down and places a kiss to your cheek, keeping it as moderate as possible, though you both just want to jump at each other.

“Thank you, Love,” he nods, a blush tinting his cheeks from your words. “Hello Sydney, so great to see you again,” he greets the girl next to you and they share a short hug.

“Hi! Loved the show so much!” she giggles in excitement.

“Thank you for coming.”

The three of you chat for a while before Sydney says she is gonna call herself an Uber, so after saying her goodbye she leaves you alone with Harry, as much as you can be alone with a bunch of other people around.

“I wanted to ask you something,” he clears his throat as his hand finds its way back to the small of your back.

“Go for it.”

“We are gonna grab a drink at some bar, but nothing over the top and I wanted to ask if you would want to join.”

“Sounds good,” you smile, feeling a little disappointed. This is not exactly what you wanted him to ask. Luckily, he is not done with his questions.

“Also… I-If it’s cool by you, I thought that… maybe you could come over?”

“Mmm, go over and do what?” you tease him, your smile stretching wider with each passing moment.

“I have plenty of ideas, Love,” he breathes out, making you laugh. “We could drop by your place if you need anything to stay over.”

“No need. Packed a bag,” you slyly grin at him, taking him by surprise clearly, but it’s surely a pleasant one.

“Always a step ahead of me, huh?” he smirks, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

It takes some time to actually leave the venue and head off to the bar with a close group of friends of him and the band. A secluded area was already reserved for you that has its own bar, so you could enjoy the evening without worrying about preying eyes of strangers or fans. You really weren’t in the mood to keep your distance from Harry, this way at least you were able to touch each other in a more intimate way without speculations swirling up immediately.

You get to know his band and some of his friends, they are all genuinely amazing people, but you weren’t expecting anything else. You figured he only surrounds himself with people like him. His hands often find your waist and he doesn’t shy away from kissing your cheek or giving your hips a gentle squeeze, just letting you know you have his attention and he appreciates that you’re there.

It’s nearing one am when the guests start leaving and soon enough you find yourself in the back of your car with Harry, heading to his place, while you try your best to keep your hands away from him. You wouldn’t put Lawrence through the trauma of having to see or hear something he shouldn’t.

But that doesn’t stop you from kissing, something you’ve been dying to do all night. Your hand rests on his thigh while he has an arm curled around your shoulders, keeping you tight by his side, delicately brushing his nose against your hair every time your lips are not connected.

“Thank you, Lawrence. I’ll call myself a taxi in the morning, have the day off,” you tell your driver who smiles in your way thankfully while Harry grabs your and his bags from the back of the car.

“Thank you, Miss. Enjoy your night,” he nods in your way as you shut the door closed.

You try to take your duffel bag from Harry, but he insists to carry it as the two of you walk inside his house.

“Want something to drink? Water, tea or something?” he asks, setting the bags down near his giant, comfortable looking couch. Your thoughts immediately wander to a dirty field, picturing him sitting on that very couch as you kneel in front of him, pleasuring him so good that his eyes roll back…

“Yeah, water please,” you say clearing your throat. Some hydration will come handy after the drinks you chugged down at the bar.

You follow him as he shuffles into the kitchen, grabbing a glass and a bottled water from the fridge for you, pouring some into the glass before handing it to you.

“Thank you. You have a nice place for yourself,” you tell him, looking around in his home.

“Thanks. Been working on it for a while,” he chuckles softly. “Feels a bit too big for just myself though.”

You finish the water and set your eyes at him, feeling your hunger for him grow with each passing moment. Placing the empty glass to the marble counter you take a step closer to him.

“You feel lonely often?” you question in a low voice. His eyes return to you and you are happy to see the same lust in them.

“Would say so, yes,” he nods, running his tongue over his pink lips before he reaches out and grabbing you by your hips, he draws you close to him. Leaning down his lips brush against the shell of your ear, a shiver runs down your spine when you hear his whisper in it. “Hope it’ll change soon.”

At a loss of patience, you grab his face and angle it perfectly so you can kiss him hard. And by hard, you mean real hard. He stumbles back from the force, but manages to keep his balance, returning the kiss just as vehemently as he receives it, a tug of war starting between the two of you.

His hands work fast on the sheer fabric of your shirt, pulling it out from the waistband of your pants, getting rid of it eagerly as his lips wander down on your neck, collarbones and chest. He easily turns the two of you around so you are pushed against the edge of the countertop, his hips pushed against you and it’s clearer that daylight just how excited he is to have you here tonight. Your eyes flicker over to the couch again and the desire to please him with your mouth just bursts, you can’t hold yourself back anymore.

So you push him away from you, grabbing his wrist and yanking him after you, heading towards the couch. You push him down and his lustful eyes follow every move of yours as you kneel in front of him and he realizes what you are about to do. He doesn’t stop you when you work to unbutton his pants, but his hand finds your chin and he pulls you up for a swift, but passionate kiss.

Once you successfully undid his pants he lifts his hips and you spare some time and energy, pulling them down along with his underwear, leaving him only in his vintage printed t-shirt as his cock springs free. You push your thighs together just at the sight of him, the way his eyes burn down on you, how his lips part when your gazes meet and the way he sucks on his breath when your fingers dig into his thighs near his crotch as you situate yourself closer.

“I believe I owe you an orgasm, don’t I?” you ask with a cheeky smirk before wrapping your left hand around the base of his shaft, giving it a gentle squeeze, just enough to get him even more excited. A whimpered moan slips from his lips and you lean closer, giving his cock a lick from bottom to top, wrapping your lips around the head as you swirl your tongue around it.

“Fuck hell!” he breathes out, clearly enjoying himself, hands fisting the cushion next to him, but you bet they’ll be buried in your hair soon.

You’re not an expert in the field of blowjobs, but it’s been your thing to come barging right through the door and jump the easy teasing whenever you were on your knees for a man. So with your hands fixed on his beautiful face, you sink down on him, his cock gliding into your mouth right until the tip reaches the back of your throat, earning the loudest moan you’ve heard from him. Shutting your eyes closed you keep him like that for a second until the urge to gag starts to set in, so you slide him out, your saliva dripping down his erection as your eyes meet his and you can tell you shocked him with your bold first move.

“Do that one more time and I won’t last for a minute,” he warns breathing heavily and you just smirk up at him before going into action again, this time only taking a smaller portion of him, pumping the base to make up for the lack of deep throating, but it appears that he enjoys just the simple part of it equally. As you keep bobbing your head, taking as much of him as you can without gagging, his right hand flies to your hair, taking a handful of it as he gently guides your head, keeping it in the rhythm that works the best for him and you happily let him do whatever makes him feel good.

When your free hand goes to gently massage his balls your name erupts from him in the most voluptuous way you’ve heard him call out for you. As if he just cried out for God himself.

“Y/N, fuck, I won’t last long,” he warns you, but that’s all you want. You need to see him come undone under your touch, you want to be the reason his breath hitches. Picking up your pace you see him whimper some more, head falling backwards to the back of the couch. It’s a heavenly view and you wish you could take a picture of his beauty as he enjoys himself on this intimate level. You’ve never wanted to please a man more than him and just seeing him in this blissful state makes you wet through your underwear.

When his breathing starts to get uneven, chest heaving wildly, you take all of him again, his head poking the back of your throat and you push your tongue against his length as you slide him out, picking up the same pace that you kept before, both hands working hard on him.

“Fuck! I-I’m gonna cum!” he warns again and just a few seconds later, you feel the evidence of his satisfaction spurt into the back of your throat, eyes falling on you as you give him one last lick before swallowing everything that’s in your mouth.

“Holy shit,” he breathes out pulling you up, eagerly kissing you without a second thought, his hands cupping your cheeks to keep you in place. “You surely know how to kill a man, yea?” he huffs making you chuckle.

“Think you can go for a second one?” you sheepishly ask, blinking up at him from under your long lashes.

“I’ll have enough time to recover while I eat you out like you’re my last meal,” he bluntly replies, and a moan almost slips from your lips.

“Show me what you got, Styles,” you challenge him and he doesn’t need more, he easily picks you up, wrapping your legs around his waist as he heads straight to the bedroom.

“As you wish, Angel,” he mumbles against your skin, peppering your neck and shoulder with featherlike kisses along his way until he throws you to his bed, ruthlessly tearing the remaining of your clothes off your body.

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atinydise · 5 years ago

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Ateez trying to make up to their s/o after ignoring them

❦ Genre: Fluff.

❦ Pairing: OT8.

❦ Word count: 15k.

❦ Masterlist.

❦ Background music: Taeyeon - Happy.

Part 1

HONGJOONG

Immediately after seeing you so mad and obviously hurt because of him, Hongjoong felt really bad. Yuna was still talking to him as if nothing happened but he couldn’t focus on the conversation anymore. After few minutes, he excused himself and left her there. He tried to find you, but you were nowhere to be found. For sure, you wouldn’t go at your apartment. He sat under the bus stop, thinking about where you could go. He snapped when he remembered that you loved to drink one or two bobas* when you are upset. He grabbed his phone to look at the closest shop. For sure, you would be there.

“Can you add a little bit of sugar? In the 2nd one please?” You asked the cashier. She nodded politely and prepared your order. Outside, nobody would notice that you were angry. Inside, you were boiling. You tried to stop thinking about what Hongjoong was doing or saying to this Yuna. “Here’s your order. Do you want to pay cash or card?” “Cas-“ “I’ve got this.” Said Hongjoong, behind you. He smiled widely, like he didn’t yell at you 20 minutes ago. “If you think I’ll forgive you so easily you are wrong.” You said, popping your drink with the straw. Hongjoong followed you outside before finally saying: “I’m really sorry Y/N. I don’t know why I acted this way.” He apologized. “Maybe you still love her.” You suggested. “What? Hell no!” “Are you sure? Because you looked really close.” You looked right into his eyes. “Yes, I’m 100% sure. We’re only friends.” He confessed. You were doubting. If he hasn’t acted this way it would be easier to believe him. But a part of you knew that he’s maybe stupid bit not a liar. He patted the back of your head gently, “you know that I’m yours, right?” You sipped your drink shyly, avoiding his stare. “Yes, but does she know?” Hongjoong giggled, “yes. And she was pretty upset when I left her for you.” “Oh really?” You smirked. “Poor little thing.” “Did I already said that I love when you’re jealous?” He kissed your forehead. “More than I can count.” You smiled. “But if you think I’ll forgive you just because you bought me a boba, you are-“ “Let me guess... ‘you are wrong’?” He finished. “I know it already.”

*Boba/Bubble Tea: is a Taiwanese tea-based drink, which is shaken with ice to create the "bubbles", a foamy layer on top of the drink; chewy tapioca balls ("pearls") are added as well.

SEONGHWA

2 hours later, Seonghwa entered the dorm. Yunho and Mingi were playing in the living-room. “Hello young boys.” He greeted them. “Is Y/N sleeping already?” “Y/N?” Asked Mingi. “She didn’t come here today.” “What? She’s not here?” He repeated. Yunho shook his head, focused on the TV screen. “It’s your anniversary today, no? You shouldn’t be with her?” Seonghwa sighed, “I think I messed up.” “What you did?” Asked Mingi, barely listening. “I met Hyebin in front of the restaurant... Maybe I kind of dumped Y/N for her.” Yunho paused the game. “I’m not a pro at relationship but you should beg her to forgive you.” “No really?” He sighed; a bit done. Seonghwa followed his friend’s advice and walked to your apartment. In front of your entrance door, he quietly knocked. When you opened the door, he could see how mad you were. You barely said anything, just stared at him and went back to the kitchen. Seonghwa ignored if he should come in, but anyway, he needed to apologize. He carefully locked the door behind him and joined you. “Y/N... I’m so sorry. I was a total jerk today...” he apologized. You turned around, washing the dishes you left this morning. Your boyfriend walked in your direction and wrapped his arms around you. You could feel his heart beating on your back. “I’m really really really sorry.” He whispered. “It should have been our night, our moment but your stupid boyfriend ruined it.” “Yes, you ruined it and yes you are stupid.” You answered. “What I can do for you to forgive me?” He whispered in your ear. You smirked and turned around, you were stuck between your boyfriend and the sink. You slowly passed your finger on his chest. “Find it by yourself idiot.” You sneaked out of his embrace, leaving him confused. “What does it mean?” He asked. “If you think that I’ll forgive you so easily after what you did. It’s a no no.” “What but you- we- I-“ he stuttered. “Just surprise me and I’ll see.” You winked, before going in your room. “See what happens when you are an idiot Park Seonghwa.” He facepalmed, talking to himself.

YUNHO

You hesitated to lock the door behind you. What if he was getting angry? Even after this humiliation you were still thinking positively about Yunho. Finally, you just closed the main lock, he could open it with his spare key. Only if he was not busy with this girl anymore. Hardly, you tried to fall asleep. You turned in your bed at least 100 times but you were still incapable to sleep. As you were thinking about a way to kill Yunho tomorrow, you heard the key unlocking the door. You rushed to turn around in front of the wall, so he couldn’t see if you were asleep or not. You heard him entering the kitchen, probably looking for something to drink. Just after that, he came quietly in the room. You heard him removing his clothes to wear his matching pajama. It was the only one he left in your apartment. Finally, you felt the bed tugging behind you. As expected, Yunho wrapped his arms around your waist, gently rubbing your exposed skin. Feeling him next to you, felt different, you were still hurt by how he ignored you. “I’m sorry.” He whispered behind you. “I know we had a movie night. But... I don’t know... it’s been so long since I saw her.” He said. “Do you feel something for her?” You asked. Your boyfriend brought you closer to him. You could feel his breath on your neck. “Not at all. We were just good friends. I didn’t have so much friends in high school because of the trainee schedule.” He started. “She was one of my closest friends. With Mingi.” It helped you to understand the situation. But you couldn’t forget that he hurt your feelings. “I’m still mad at you. You were pretty rude with me.” “I know. If I could go back in past, I would slap myself.” He claimed. “I can do it right now if you want.” You offered him, lifting your hand. He grabbed your hand and intertwined your fingers with his. “Let me just hug you right now. You can do that tomorrow.” You smiled. All of your murder’s intention faded away simply with a hug. How weak you were.

YEOSANG

When you left, Yeosang instantly followed you. He apologized politely at his ex-girlfriend and rushed outside. Unfortunately, he couldn’t spot you in the crowd. He just walked in your apartment direction, hoping to meet you there. Suddenly, on the other side of the road, he noticed you. “Y/N!” He called you. You ignored him, plugging your earphones. “This girl...” he sighed. He started to run again, caring about the cars and the people around. “Y/N!” He called you louder. “Please stop! Wait for me!” You could hear him, but you simply decided to ignore him. As he did though. Trying to run away from your boyfriend, you engaged on the road. You didn’t see the cars coming on your right. Just in time, Yeosang pulled you close to him. Making sure you were okay, he checked your entire face, looking for any scar. “Are you crazy?!” He scolded you. “I guess that you are mad and want to run away from me but at least stay safe.” You stared at him intensely, “so now you remember that I’m existing?” “Young lady, I know that you are existing.” “Really? I didn’t feel it earlier.” You crossed your arms on your chest. “Y/N... I’m sorry okay?” He apologized. “Are you really sorry or are you just sorry to move on?” “No... I’m really sorry. I shouldn’t act like that.” “It’s just that I was so surprised to see her here.” “Yes, I saw that.” You rolled your eyes. “I’m really sorry. I won’t do that again.” He hugged you. “You will need to do more than this Kang Yeosang. Because you can’t imagine how disappointed I am.” “I will. And why not starting now?” “Now?” You repeated. “Yes! I will prepare the best date ever for you.” He winked. “Do you think it would be enough?” “Did I mentioned that we can watch all the Harry Potters movies?” “Okay count me it,” you claimed, grabbing his arm happily.

SAN

San couldn’t think straight after exiting the concert hall. Should he go to your house or wait the next day, so you could probably rest and relax? He looked at the message you sent. It was short and cold. There’s no way he could just let you be mad like this. A bit anxious, but completely determined to make it work, he decided to go at your apartment. In a short time, he was on the hallway, standing in front of the door. Instead of knocking, he simply put his ear against the wooden door to listen if you were there. He lightly heard the TV in the background. “Please Shiber, give me enough strength to confront the dragon.” He prayed. San knocked once. You didn’t come to open the door. He tried again but still nothing. Losing his patience, he drummed on the door. Even if you were asleep, you could hear him. “Y/N! Open me!” He yelled loud enough for you to hear it. “I’ll wait here till you open this door!” He warned you, non-stop knocking at the door. “Please!” He screamed. You opened the door angrily, “are you crazy? They could call the police!” You pointed at your neighbor’s door. “At least you opened the door.” He stated. “Don’t you have something more important to do?” You tugged against the door frame. “Not at all.” He replied instantly. “And I have a surprise for you.” “If you think I’ll forget-” He handed you 2 concert tickets, “Tadaaaa!” You raised a brow, suspicious. “I acted like an asshole, so I want to apologize and enjoy the 2nd concert date with my girl! As I should.” “San...” “I know! You are mad at me. And you have the right to. But please let me make it up to you correctly.” He pouted cutely, using his puppy eyes. Defeated, you nodded, “okay, let’s go there tomorrow.” You ripped the tickets off his hands. San hopped happily, “Yay!” “See you tomorrow.” You kissed his cheek before closing the door in front of him. “What-” 20 seconds later, San’s phone buzzed. [“Thanks for the tickets but I’m still mad at you. Good night.”] San smiled and whispered, “one step by one.”

MINGI

Almost one week. One whole week. Mingi couldn’t join you for one week. You ignored his texts and calls. He even tried to use his member’s phone to call you, but you weren’t stupid. As a last attempt, he emailed you, but as expected you never replied. Because of his full debut schedule, he didn’t have enough time to visit you. “Still no news of Y/N?” Asked Jongho, sitting in the van behind his Hyung. “No.” He simply replied. “This suck...” Mingi sighed, frustrated. “I don’t know what to do anymore and the worst part is that I can’t go to her as I want to.” “But you messed up pretty well.” Added Yeosang out of nowhere. Seonghwa’s pinched Yeosang’s arm, trying to stop him to say something else. “What about borrow the manager’s phone?” He suggested. Mingi’s head tilted instantly, gripping around the managers seat. “I didn’t sign for this...” sighed the man giving his phone to Mingi. “Thank you!” He shouted. Your boyfriend composed your number easily. His heart was beating so fast. “Hello?” You picked up. “Please don’t hung up!” He begged you, playing nervously with the hem of his hoodie. “Mingi?” “Yes. Y/N- Hi-” he stuttered. Seonghwa pocked his shoulder, “you are supposed say few words right now.” “I want to apologize! I really messed up. Even worse! I might break the trust you had for me.” He said. “I’m really sorry.” He heard you sigh through the phone. “What is she saying?” Whispered Jongho behind his friend. “Yes, I understood afterwards that I really hurt your feelings.” “What is she saying? Is she mad? Or is she crying?” Whispered Seonghwa a bit louder. “Really? Yes, tomorrow at 8PM! It’s okay! I’ll be there.” He said surprised but happy. After being sure that you hung up, he screamed in relief in the van, making the driver lose his composure a bit. “Does it mean she forgives you?” “Not even a little bit yet.” He said happily. “Then why are you so happy?” Asked Jongho. “Because I will see my girl tomorrow! Even if she’s going to yell at me the whole time.” He clapped enthusiastically. “Love...” almost burped Yeosang.

WOOYOUNG

When you got back in your house, you immediately went to sleep. You tried your best to not over-think about your boyfriend talking all night long with his ex-girlfriend. Surprisingly, you dozed off easily. Even your brain was done with this bullshit. The next day, you cracked an eye when you smelled a sweet and tasty smell in your room. Probably the bakery in front of your apartment. You turned around lazily on your bed, staring at the blue sky through the window. You could stay there the whole day, but you needed to study. Curiously, you grabbed your phone on your nightstand. Few twitter notifications, some of the group chat you have with your friends popped up but nothing from Wooyoung. You threw your phone furiously on your bed but had a mini heart attack when you saw it just on the edge of the bed. “Y/N! Wake up!” You screamed at your boyfriend, not expecting to see him here. “You scared me! Are you crazy?!” You yelled at him. “What are you doing here? And why are you wearing an apron?” Wooyoung smiled and sat on the bed, next to you, “I made pancakes.” You raised an eyebrow, “yes and?” “Okay seems like you are still mad at me...” he assumed. “Mad? No... I’m furious!” You rectified. “Then pancakes should help a bit! No?” “Do you think I’ll forget that you dumped me for your ex and go eat your pancakes as if nothing happened?” You resumed shortly. “I hoped so...” he confessed. “BUT! I’ll make it up to you even if it takes 2 weeks.” “Yes, you should.” You said, getting up off your bed to go in your bathroom. “So... are you sure you don’t want at least one? I’m getting better at cooking!” “One with maple syrup! And don’t forget the blueberries!” You yelled from the bathroom. Wooyoung smiled, “yes princess.” He knows he would get you with food. He was really sorry and wanted to show you that you are the most precious girl ever for him. Even if it takes times, he would do anything to apologize.

JONGHO

When Jin finally left. Nothing changed between Jongho and you. You were still walking behind him, not looking at the wallpaper anymore. “Do you want to buy the green one?” Asked Jongho. You passed him coldly, “I just want to go home.” He raised a brow, “well okay let’s go.” You put down messily everything you chose and exited the shop. Not even waiting Jongho, you sat on the passenger seat. Most of the way back home, both are you stayed quiet. Jongho figured it out that you were mad because of Jin. He was ashamed to haven’t noticed it earlier. “Are you mad?” He asked shyly. You didn’t reply, focusing on the road. “Are you giving me a silent treatment?” He supposed. “That’s not what you did?” You replied coldly. “I was just helping her.” “There’s a difference between helping someone or focusing completely on someone.” You replied. “Yes, you’re right. I’m sorry sweetheart.” He apologized. “Were you really interested at her to ignore me like that?” “No sweetheart.” “Were you happy to see her?” “No sweetheart.” He repeated. “Are you even listening to me?” You looked at Jongho. “Yes, of course sweetheart.” “Are you going to see Jin again?” “No sweetheart.” Jongho knew that quick and short answers were the best, it would help to reduce your angriness. He grabbed your thigh and squeezed it gently. “I’m really sorry sweetheart. What can I do for you to forgive me?” You hesitated few seconds but finally declared, “let’s buy the coffee table I showed you.” “Now? We are almost home I-” The dead stare you gave him, changed his mind immediately. “You know what? Let’s go!” You smirked victoriously; your living-room will be ready in matter of time.

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perksofbeingaharrie · 5 years ago

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PICTURE THIS - part: 4

FRIENDS TO LOVERS FIC

Lesson learnt for life - ‘Shri, never post a fic unless you’ve completed written ALL of it’

Welp, I am really not the best at being punctual. My writer’s block can be absolute brutal IM SO SO SORRY YOU GUYS.

So idk if people remember this story now so here's little recap:

RECAP: Y/N is Harry’s tour photographer and through this they become close and develop a strong friendship. But when you are spending every second of your day with someone, feelings are bound to occur. As the American leg of his tour comes to an end, a little tussle here and there leads to Harry admitting his feelings for her and them getting a little tipsy and ending up spending a night together.

Now the morning after is not the most pleasant and expectant for them. Find out in Part - 4!

Genre: angst

PICTURE THIS - part:4

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The morning after is never the easiest. And they knew and had fathomed so the moment Harry’s alarm blared out loud at 8 in the morning.

Harry was careful to have turned it off the second it made a sound and he turns around on his bed, hoping to sleep beside her a little longer. A little longer before both of them would dread and regret it – but mostly her.

But to his much dismay, when he turns over, she has sat up and thrown her feet down the bed on her side, giving him her back as the first view of the morning since yesterday night.

“Y/N.” He calls out, not realizing it, and later feels that his calling happened to have alarmed her even more.

She hurriedly snatches the top of the sheets and dashes for the bathroom, grabbing her clothes on the way. Harry falls back on the bed, defeated and closes his eyes shut to process everything from the night before.

What a disaster it was to bring to their friendship.

With the same lingering thought in her head, she changed into her clothes and came out of the bathroom.

Harry is already outside waiting for her, clad in only his boxers and he immediately jumps to his feet on seeing her.

“Y/N…”

“Last night…” She begins.

“I meant it.” He says before she gets to finish her sentence. She looks up at him from the ground, flushed. “I meant everything, I swear.”

Her mouth parts but the loss of words makes her retract back. She feels weak in the knees as she throws the sheet she had carried with her on the ground and takes a deep breath.

“How did we even end up doing that?”

He cringes at her choice of words. “I don’t know.” He shakes his head. “I really don’t. But it means a lot to me-“

“Oh, for god’s sake please stop saying that!” She raises her voice. “It is not making me feel any better, Harry.”

He gulps, looking away. “I am sorry.”

She takes a deep breath, crossing her arms over her chest. “Well, what do we do now?”

“I don’t know.” He says, looking at her again. “I think you take some time to think this over. To go through whatever you felt last night – just think about them again.”

“I-“

“I really thought it would be easy to just be your friend. Just let you go on some occasions, to let you not give me time but – but, I don’t think I can do that.” He breathes. “I don’t want to be just your friend, Y/N. I don’t want to be just a part of your time; I don’t want you to choose anybody else but me; and I don’t want to have to lose you to somebody else.”

Her heart shakes frantically inside her.

“Y/N, I want to be something more to you than just your – your friend.” He finishes, shakily breathing himself. “And I won’t put you through any pressure. You can think over this, I swear. As much time as you want, as many days as you’d like – all my time is yours now. I promise.”

She looks away from him, not ready to absorb all that he has said. Why is there a hesitation now? Why can she not speak up at all? Where is her resolved mind on this?

“We have a flight to catch.” She finally says. “I’ll see you there.”

She left the room right after.

Harry shed some meaningless tears thereafter, not sure what was it that was making him cry so much as he stood under the shower, reliving the night. He packed his luggage then and he also packed her purse she had left behind in the check-in luggage, clearly with no resolve to return it to her soon.

He cannot believe he said everything to her. He places his hand on his heart now and then, feeling it beating for real and comes to it that it really was no dream.

He really meant everything he said, everything he did. He has never experienced this panic and anxiety in a long time as he had when he saw her be so cold and not feel comfortable with him. Why was this discomfort? Was it because of the line they had drawn on their relationship? Of just being friends?

He thought of their life if they weren’t just friends but something more. Though the thought of always having her around and them being together always felt a little obsessive in a way but he did not ever want her compromising and being with someone else.

When they were seated in the airplane after a lot of running around and checking in, their eyes met when she was walking past his seat to the hers.

They locked eyes but she spoke nothing with them either. She appeared shaky and confused and she rushed past, and in that moment, another thought occurred to him.

What if she did not feel the same way as him? What if the amount of happiness and love she has shown and given him, he hasn’t been able to give her the same? He thought of the other people she could be with and if they would give her happiness she truly deserves and he undermines his ability to give her the same.

The sullen thoughts keep him up the entire flight. He does not turn around to look out for her; he does not get up even once thinking he might crash into her and shake her resolve – which could also be to not be with him.

And he accepted how things were until she would herself want to come around.

She extends her legs up to where her seats allow, breathing out loud as if she has been tired for so long. She hasn’t let her mind think over too much – all she did was pack her stuff in, rush over to the airport with the others and check in as soon as she could and be home.

But now in the dim lights of her the airplane, she feels her mind kick back in all that happened to her. And not just memories of last night and this morning but all and everything that her life has been this past few months.

Meeting Harry, spending that one night together just getting to know each other, becoming friends without the spell of that uncomfortable confrontation, The entire tour, private photoshoots, cooking for each other, drinking, laughing and finally yesterday.

If only he could have straight away asked her what she felt and not guilt tripped her this way. Why was she even taking time? She has loved him for all this while and now when he is admitting it to her, what in the bloody hell is holding her back?

She bites her lip in the sudden spur of excitement. God, everything he does to her can never not make her feel like electricity sparking through her. Even right now.

In the aftermath of it all, she decides to tell him everything when they off of this flight. They will start afresh and they will start all bright.

“Gahh, I’m done.” Sameera, one of the management faculty and a close friend, sighs beside her as she shuts her laptop down. She had been working on and on since they had departed, going about writing mails and what not and up till now, Y/N had not thought to ask what it was.

“Finally…” Y/N drawls in the same tone as her. Sameera chuckles and puts away her laptop and stretches her legs.

“It’s gonna be hectic once again when we get to London. I can’t really sit straight, can I?” She grunts.

“Why?”

“Ah, just management stuff, man. There is never just one thing I am dealing with – it all just comes plummeting down.”

Y/N gives a pat to her shoulder. “You’ll be fine, babe. And let me know if I can help with anything. I would, I swear I would.”

Sameera gladly smiles and places her head on her shoulder. Then she opens her laptop and begins to work again. Y/N reads over certain words looking over her head and her curiosity perks up.

“Can I ask you what the assignment is on?”

Mindlessly, Sameera answers back, too indulged in her work. “We’re hooking Harry up with a name. You know, pretend to be involved and stuff. It helps keep the tour in the news and of course, Harry’s name too.”

“Hooking him up?”

“Yeah, like fake dating. But Harry does meet them up and many a times he’s liked them and been with them too for a while.”

Y/N’s silence makes Sameera explain a bit more.

“It’s just PR stunting. It’s been a part of the cycle for some time now. Harry’s okay with it too now I think. He meets them, likes them so hangs out with them or dislikes them and we try to shake off the rumour within a month or two. It’s just how it is.”

There is no more information shared. Sameera is on her work for some time and then she naps away the rest of the flight.

Y/N stays up, too shaken by the reality thrashing her in the face. She was taking chances by betting to be with a star – someone always in the limelight, always living for the limelight. She doubts if she will be able to hold up amidst all this glamour; and hurting one another is the last thing she would want to happen.

She closes her eyes and waits for this time to pass too.

It was close to almost a week since they had returned. The concerts scheduled thereafter were in two days from today and things were very hectic.

She was called in throughout rehearsals and back stage shooting. She would do her work and leave.

He would come over and do his part. He, however, would leave with a longing heart.

It wasn’t easy at all to ignore him. They would end up speaking a few words here and there but the silence that filled right after was impossible to be shaken. The walls that she had begun to build around herself to protect both him and her were starting to bother Harry more than he could imagine.

She saw him shrink more and more into himself and she only hoped he would understand her without having to say anything.

But, he finally loses patience and calls her up today.

When she reaches his place after the call, she is only carrying her camera bag and nothing more, and she rings the bell.

“Come in.” He tells her at the door, walking into his house and leaving her outside.

She closes the door on our way and follows behind him, entering the balcony.

“Let’s get started.” He purses his lips, clasping his hands together.

She nods, placing her camera on the nearby table to her. Sighing, she looks up at him.

“Why are we doing this again?”

He chuckles, humourless. “We always did this – informal photoshoots. Just you, me and you camera.” He throws him arms exaggeratedly towards her camera.

She hesitates, breathing shakily. “No, I meant…why now?” Beginning to unpack her stuff, she continues. “You have your show in like 2 days, why get into this hassle now?”

She watches as he turns his back on her and stretches, all out of restlessness. She gulps and decided to shut up.

“Okay, I am ready-“

His chuckle again makes her stop. “Funny how things we previously did for fun now seem like a hassle, do they now?”

He stands by the railing of the balcony, leaning on it with his arms spread to his sides and gives her a sad look. She cannot say a word to him and only looks him in the eyes with the same look as his.

He takes his eyes off immediately and breaks the tension.

“Let’s get started.”

The shoot is simple. He is in a soft cotton shirt with a few unbuttoned buttons on the top and bottom, and the light wind in the balcony flows around the light material, matching the lost, dewy look of the shoot.

She keeps on going clicking pictures. He almost would always tell her when to stop but today he doesn’t. He lets her keep doing her job as much as she can, telling him to pose, to look somewhere else and everything. She has no clue to how ask him if he is done.

The sun sets in the background. The natural light that they had depended on now turns to dark and this makes the perfect excuse for her to step back.

“Guess we are done.” She says, pulling her camera to herself to preview.

“No.” Harry ascertains, making her look up once again at his somber tone. “Try with the flash this time.”

She gulps, letting out a dry chuckle, tired with the brutal behavior of his.

“Harry, please.” Her voice is low and tired. “Let’s stop.”

His fists ball at his sides. He feels all the pent-up emotion, the remorse, the pain come back to him and he takes two long steps towards her to now stand right with just an inch of a distance between their noses.

“Stop what?” He grits through his teeth. “Stop even being friends? Even talking and being as we were? Why?”

She steps back one, shaky with the proximity. Her mouth opens to speak but he cuts her to it.

“Scratch that. I want my answer. I want to know what do you want from this and what it meant for you to be in my arms that night, kissing me, touching-“

“Harry!” She cries. Her face softens as their eyes meet – his rage and angst all making her heart pound.

She turns on her heel and scurries back inside the house, picking her camera bag from the floor.

He is trailing right behind her. “Y/N –“

“I just don’t want to hurt any one of us.” She turns around to face him again, putting a little distance between the two of them.

“And what about this? Is this not testing enough?!” He cries back at her.

“Harry-“

“Okay, no, no, wait.” He walks over to her. “You told me you love me that day. You told me you love me – didn’t you?”

She closes her eyes, nodding. “I do, I love you so, so much.”

He cracks a half grin. “Then what is it? I love you too, so much. More than you can imagine.”

“You don’t get it.” Shaking her head, she continues. “We are so much less involved in each other’s life when we are friends. You realize being together would complicate it all so, so much.”

“What is the complication for? It is all in your head.”

“Harry!” She puts him down with one raise of her voice. “Please. Understand this; you live in this bubble around all the glam and you have things to do that you are bound to – there is no way you can avoid them.” She pauses. “I am a simple girl. All I seek is small things, sought out things – simple things.”

He shuts up then. His voice holds no longer the desperate tone. He is confused, severely at that, and now all he wants is answers.

“What is it about my life? You’ve been with me for the entire tour, Y/N. I don’t think I did anything for you to feel that my life could be any complicated -“

“Harry, I was with you but always from a distance. You have your commitments, your duties as an artist that you’ve got to fill –“

“You’re going round in circles, saying the same thing over and over again, Y/N.” He cries out.

She takes a deep breath and squares up to spill the truth. “I do not understand this whole thing about going from dating one person to another.”

His eyes squint in surprise. “What-“

“Yes, you’ll have to be with multiple people at times, all through the year and you’ve done that in the past too-“

“Have you ever tried to understand this whole thing or are you just making assumptions –“

“It is the truth, Harry, and that is what gets to me every time I think –“

“Will you let me explain what this whole thing is and how it goes or –“

“No, Harry!” She shouts this time. “This is how you guys are. You go around jumping from one person to date to another – what would you do with being with a commoner? What good would she do to you? Will you get the same kind of promotions, be in the same way in the news, will remain as popular as ever?”

He opens and closes his mouth, her words hitting like spikes to his heart.

“Okay, okay.” She takes a breath out, calming. “Just give it a thought, you know – think a bit logically and realistically. You will need to think about your career at the end of the day. I get it, I get it, there is feelings and all but if we do get together, neither of us would be happy because – because our professional lives and image would keep clashing and –“

Both of them know she is blabbering like a mess now.

He takes a step back from her, rubbing his hands over his face. “Yeah, yeah –“

“You understand me, right? You get it too.” She tries to look him in the eyes.

“Yeah!” He says to loudly and quickly. “I get it. Absolutely. Perfectly.”

They both takes long breaths and look at one another. Their eyes blood shot red, and their faces show the tiredness and hopelessness. They both know this is in no way sought out.

Finally, with the same expressions on his face, he tells her, “Now, get out.”

She feels an invisible force push her steps back to the door. She accepts the defeat and the end and she nods.

“Trust me, this is for the best, Harry.”

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Hope everyone’s keeping well and being safe. My wishes and love to you all.

Look forward to part:5 coming soon and show some love to this write up too!

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theydontknowaboutusimagines · 5 years ago

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Outside the Rain - Harry Styles Series (Part 17)

Part 16

“Hottest Couple of 2019? Y/N and Harry Styles have been photographed together a lot this year. The first time was during the Rock ‘N Roll Hall of Fame where both were there to honor Rock Legend Stevie Nicks. The two were then seen together at the Met Gala and the Gucci Cruise Show over the summer. They were both seen at the VMA’s, where Styles was not performing or nominated for an award. While the two didn’t sit together, they were seen at the same after party. Most recently the two were seen in LA, first Harry was seen attending Y/Band’s/Name’s concert, and then again arriving together at the after party. A few days ago, they were photographed leaving a cafe with Y/N’s famous drummer father, and her songwriter mother.

While they could simply be just friends, it seems they are extremely close. We’ve reached out to both parties and are still waiting on a comment regarding the status of their relationship. But what we can confirm is that we are here for this coupling and are ready to declare them the Hottest Couple of the Year!”

Meetings, meetings, interviews, and more meetings. That is what your schedule and life had entailed over the last few days. The album would be coming out soon and you all were going over the promo plan. When you received your schedule for the remainder of the year, you couldn’t be happier at seeing some dates in London and the UK. You just hoped that Harry’s schedule worked out for those dates.

Speaking of Harry, it had been almost a week since he left, and while you were distracted with work during the day, at night it was strange coming home to an empty house. What’s even stranger is that that used to be your norm. It never phased you before coming home and it being silent or that you’d cook dinner for just you. But after having Harry here off and on over the last few months, it changed what you were used to.

Even though you and Harry had only really been official for a little under six months, you couldn’t help, but wonder what the two fo you would do once you two moved towards the moving in stage. Of course, that was a long away, especially since you’d be going on tour for the majority of 2020, even if you wanted to move in together, that wouldn’t be an option.

After the photos of you and Harry leaving the restaurant with your parents, dozens of articles were written up and posted online. All of your and Harry’s fan accounts quickly started reposting the pap photos and photos from the events you two had attended previously. There were also accounts that were bad to prove your relationship was fake and being used for publicity.

You weren’t exactly shocked by this, it happened all the time, but it felt like this relationship was thrown out into the internet more than any of your previous relationships. You had the day off, so you decided to head into the city to go do a spin class and get run some errands before doing things around the house to get ready for the start of promo season.

You had an assistant that helped with most stuff, but there were a few things you still wanted to do yourself. You had just finished your class and sipped on a green smoothie as you walked around the city. You looked at your phone for a bit before looking back up and when you looked up, you saw something that caught your eye.

Black posters with the words, “Do you know who you are?” written on them were plastered up on the wall.

You took a picture with your phone before sending it to Harry with the text, “Excuse me, but what the fuck is this? No heads up for your girlfriend? Rude! ;)”

You shook your head with a laugh before taking a quick selfie and sending it to him too before heading to your next stop. By the time, Harry replied to you, you were back home, unloading the contents in your bag. Your phone rang as Harry facetime you and you quickly answered it.

“Do you have something to tell me?” You smirked as soon as you saw his face on the screen.

“Surprise! My single’s dropping Friday!” He cheered into the camera.

“Isn’t the whole point of being your girlfriend is knowing these types of things beforehand?” You laughed.

“So, that’s the only reason, huh?” He raised an eyebrow. “It has nothing to do with my charm, handsome face, talented, gentleman qualities, or the sex?”

“Yeah, none of that,” you joked. “So, I take it you’ve decided on Lights Up for the single?”

“I have,” he nodded. “That’s why I was in Mexico filming the video.”

“The video you still won’t let me see?” you laughed.

“I’ve got to keep some things a surprise,” he laughed.

“Well, then I guess I’ll be keeping some things hidden from you too!” You smirked.

“No fair!” He groaned.

“It’s extremely fair!” you laughed sticking a chip in your mouth.

“Anyway, so how’s the meetings been going?” He asked.

“Great,” you said. “I got my schedule for the rest of the year and there are some dates over in your neck of the woods.”

“Really?” He smiled. “When?”

“Well, you’ll just have to wait and find out,” you joked.

He laughed shaking his head.

“Are you going to have any promo coming up?” You asked taking the phone out to the backyard.

“Yeah, Jeff and the team is getting everything finalized,” he said. “There’s some talk with SNL.”

“Oh, fun,” you smiled. “Musical guest?”

“Actually, double duty,” he said.

“No fucking way!” You gasped.

He smiled, “Yeah, I’m shocked. It’s still in the works and a date hasn’t been set yet, but it most likely will happen.”

“Okay, I really hope it’ll be when I can be in New York,” you said. “I can’t miss that.”

“I hope you can be there, too,” he smiled. “But I’ll understand, if you can’t.”

“So, have you seen all the articles about us?” You asked. “Apparently, we’re the Hottest Couple of the year.”

“Well, I mean, we kinda are,” he joked.

You laughed, “I miss you though. I know it’s only been like a week, but it’s weird you not being here. Suddenly this house feels huge.”

“I miss you, too, baby,” he sighed. “And it’s weird knowing you’re so far away.”

“At least we’re in the same boat together,” you smiled.

He nodded, “That we are, that we are.”

It’s a few days later and you were currently at a video shoot in the middle of the night. You were tired, your legs were swore from dancing, and it was starting to get a little chilly. But it was nice being surrounded by people during the late hours instead of being home alone. While you were waiting for your next take, you sipped on hot chocolate, trying to warm yourself up a bit.

“Why did we agree to this?” Rachel groaned. “I’m freezing my tits off!”

“It could be -25 degrees out here and your tits would still be well intact,” you laughed.

“Hey! It’s not my fault my mother gave me these,” she laughed.

You giggled, “But in all honesty, we were going for the aesthetic this brings.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” she mumbled taking a seat next to you. “So, when are you going to give me some details?”

“Details?” You asked.

“About you and Harry! We haven’t heard many updates recently,” she said. “How’s everything going?”

“We’re great,” you smiled. “We’re really happy and enjoying our time together.”

“I’m glad,” she smiled. “I know I say this every time, but I’m really happy you two met and you were willing to give him a chance.”

“I am, too,” you smiled. “I don’t think I’ve ever been this happy in a relationship ever or this soon.”

“Well, it could be that you’ve finally found the one, babe,” she smiled. “It won’t always be easy, but it’ll be worth it.”

A few hours later, you were finally finished with the filming and able to head home. You were practically dead on your feet and were happy you had previously arranged for a driver to pick you up. When you got to your house, you got out of the car and practically dragged yourself down the driveway.

You put your keys in the door to unlock it and as soon as you were inside, you shut the door and dropped your things. When you walked further in, you noticed a large bouquet of roses on the kitchen table that weren’t there before. To say you were a little freaked was an understatement, but you were so tired, you didn’t really think anything of it. Maybe those were already there and you just didn’t remember.

You grabbed some water from the fridge and headed upstairs, ready to undress and slide into bed. Luckily, you were off in the morning and could sleep in before your lunch meeting. When you got up to room, you heard something coming from the bathroom. You stopped in your tracks, trying to figure out what it was or who it was. You held your phone in your hand, ready to call the cops, in case it was someone who broke in.

There was a shoe nearby, so you grabbed it as you walked over to the door. The door wasn’t shut all the way letting you open it without whoever was in there hearing you. The sound of the sink turning on confirmed that you weren’t just hearing things. You pushed open the door, closing your eyes, and throwing the shoe in the person’s direction before rushing out into the room.

“Ow! Fucking hell,” you heard them groaned.

Just as you were typing 911 on your phone, Harry walked out into the bedroom, with only a towel around his waist while holding your shoe in the other hand.

“Uh, is there a reason you hit me with a shoe?” He laughed rubbing the top of his head.

“Is there a fucking reason you just showed up at my house in the middle of the night without telling!” you groaned. “How was I supposed to know it was you and not like a robber or something?”

“Well, if I was, you’re first choice of taking me down was a shoe?” He asked.

“It was the first thing I grabbed!” you groaned.

He laughed walking over to you, “I’m sorry, I scared you. I was hoping I’d be done with my shower before you got home. I was going to greet you at the door.”

You wrapped your arms around him, “Seriously, I can’t believe you’re here right now,” you smiled. “I mean you are really here, right? This isn’t just me being sleep deprived?”

“I’m really here, baby,” he smiled, kissing your head.

You smiled looking up at him, “How’s your head?”

“I’ll survive,” he laughed. “But you on the other hand, look like you’re about to pass out. Let’s get you into bed.”

“Oh, would you?” you laughed jumping up into his arms.

He laughed holding you with one arm, “Only if you kiss me first.”

“Don’t have to ask me twice,” you giggled pressing your lips against his before he carried you over to the bed.

#One Direction Imagines #Harry Styles Imagines #Outside the Rain

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1. When The Wolves Come Out by [ rosemarianthyme ] (1k)

It didn’t matter that Louis would never once pop a knot or that Harry’s slick was always artificial. When Harry was whining desperately against his neck and Louis was growling low in his chest he could only grab Harry’s hips and pant out 'Omega.'

2. Drape Me In Your Warmth by [ fookinglousers ] (2k)

TMH era fic where Harry is an omega whose heat comes a little earlier than expected and really, who is Louis to deny him his knot?

3. The Nearness of You by [ theweightofmywords ] (2k)

Harry and Louis' baby is due any moment. Harry just wants pretty toenails, and Louis just wants to help.

4. freaks from the internet by [ jaerie ] (2k)

Harry sells his breast milk to freaks on the internet. Louis turns out to be one of those freaks. He also happens to be Harry's ex.

5. 'Cause Your Embrace Keeps Me Warmer by [ scribblewrite ] (3k)

Louis and Harry meet for the first time and, being soulmates, Louis's rut and Harry's heat are triggered.

6. 5 Golden Rules by [ @iflovewereall ] (4k)

Harry thinks surely he hasn't got a chance with Louis, after all he's a gorgeous Alpha and royalty to boot. His salvation comes in the form of an antiquated guide to courtship.

7. taste on my tongue (just can't get enough of you) by [ messyjessy08 ] (4k)

Harry and Louis just had a baby and it's been a while since they've had sex.

8. Willow City by [ blahthelarry ] (4k)

Harry's got a secret. A secret so big that it could end his career before it even starts.

(Or the fic where Harry is an Omega, Louis isn't an Alpha, and Niall just wants someone to fuck.)

9. The World will Open its Arms by [ @lululawrence ] (4k)

Harry scrubbed at the countertop. It wasn’t even dirty, but it was three in the morning and the girl who was supposed to relieve him over an hour ago never showed. He was now on hour ten of his shift and his feet hurt and his back ached and he was trying not to cry, thanks to more fucking judgmental alpha truckers who could smell it on him.

Of course they could. He practically lived at the diner. The entire place reeked of it.

Unbonded pregnant omega.

10. I'd Go Out of My Way To Make Sure That You're Okay by [ littlepinkbow ] (4k)

Harry's embarrassed about going into heat, but Louis decides it's up to him to teach Harry to be more open about what he wants.

11. turn the sky black into a sky blue by [ thispieceofmind ] (5k)

Harry forgets that noses exist. Louis is a badass motherfucker. They bang.

12. Give Me What I'm Begging For by [ @sugarbabyomega ] (5k)

Omega Harry is a professor at a uni. Louis is his alpha mate, whose rut is coming up soon, so Harry has to take a week off from school to be with Louis. He tells his students it's a vacation but they all can tell the truth and tease him about it. Then Louis' rut comes and they both spend a week at home to fuck it out.

13. Baby, Sweat is Guaranteed by [ sailingships ] (5k)

Alternatively the one where Harry forgets a few doses of his suppressants and, consequently, goes into an unexpected heat at the Eagles concert whilst fulfilling publicity duties with Kendall Jenner. An entire afternoon of sex ensues and Harry just wants Louis to stay.

14. Too Hot (Hot Damn) by [ louissass ] (5k)

“I’m what?”

“You’re in heat, baby,” He repeats, frowning when he catches the look on Harry’s face. “I thought you realised?”

Or, the one where Harry goes into heat in the middle of a concert but doesn't realise because of the heatwave.

15. From Homeless To Being Loved by [ leonietjeeeee ](5k)

Harry is put on the streets after his parents found out he was an Omega. After years of being on the streets, so broken he wishes that death would come sooner, he meets boyband One Direction. And one member may turn out to be a little more than just a hero to Harry...

16. All these Lights, They can't Blind me by [ harlequinnharry ] (5k)

Harry's a singer song writer omega who doesn't want to mate. It's not until his new Manager Louis Tomlinson, that he reconsiders.

17. A Tentative Peace by [ colourexplosion ] (5k)

“I dunno.” Harry’s not whining, he’s not. He pulls himself free, finally, turns away and busies himself again with the dishes. “I didn’t want it to be weird.”

“It’s not weird,” Louis says, appearing in Harry’s periphery when he leans against the sink. “Biology, innit? You know I’m always here for you.”

It stings. Louis won’t sit and have a conversation with Harry, but sure, he’ll fuck him through a heat like it’s nothing. “It’s a little more than biology,” he mumbles, but Louis either doesn’t hear him (not likely) or flat out ignores him (very likely).

18. Peace So Sweet by [ @shyshyserious ] (5k)

Louis is visiting another pack. On his quest to find the guest room he finds a nesting omega instead.

19. Just Wanna Taste It by [ rosemarianthyme ] (5k)

“It gets you hot, doesn’t it Darling?” Louis asked and Harry whimpered softly. “You like imagining that I’m your alpha?” “Yeah,” Harry nodded, feeling as if he could cry. “You wanna be my omega, Baby?” Harry nodded again. His eyes were prickling with overwhelmed tears. “Want it,” he said, voice thick.

Harry loved being Louis’ baby, his good boy, but sometimes he wanted more. He wanted to be his omega.

A prequel to When The Wolves Come Out

20. your body's telling me don't let go by [ @thepriestthinksitsthedevil ] (5k)

Louis gets off early from work on his birthday and surprises Harry with dinner and wine. Harry is pleasantly surprised, and even happier with it when he and Louis get up to some amorous activities.

21. How Much My Heart Depends by [ @lululawrence ] (6k)

Louis is an alpha working as a fraud analyst who keeps having Bad Days. Harry is an omega working in Quality Support who shares a cubicle wall with Louis and only wants to help. Maybe this is the perfect chance for them to finally meet face to face.

22. Zero Means Nothing When I'm With You by [ WhiteClifford ] (6k)

Louis doesn't know what he's looking for until he finds it.

Harry just knows he may defy his gender norms, with his height and clumsiness, but that doesn't mean he doesn't want litters of pups running around while he does domestic things all day long.

In other words, boy meets boy and no one can stop pining.

23. Boys Fall Like Dominoes (6k)

Harry slips into an early heat while riding the tube. Naturally, that's when he meets Louis.

24. to wrap me in paper by [ @juliusschmidt ] (6k)

Louis hasn't been keeping track of his ruts, but, it turns out, Harry has.

25. Between the Shadow and the Soul (6k)

Harry and Louis spend a month apart.

26. I heard this life is overrated, But I hope that it gets better as we go by [ louisnuggets ] (7k)

"Harry this is not something we're going to argue about. I decided to do it. It's a sure thing." Harry remembered his words. The sure look in Louis eyes, the way he balled his fists, the way he talked. His Alpha voice coming through. Everything. How could he ever forget? It was one of the worst days of his life. After Harry's heat, which included five days of a lot of orgasms and even more cum, Louis and Harry had been laying in bed. Louis' knot slowly loosening in Harry. Harry's back against Louis' chest. Harry was sated and happy until Louis threw the bomb. "Baby I have to leave again. Longer this time. I know you don't like this but this is really important for my career." Some may think, what's so horrible about that? But Harry knew what that meant. It meant Louis would leave.

27. Put It Into Words (7k)

“It’s a good storm though, our families,” Louis says, flopping down on to the bed and cuddling close to Harry. He tucks his arm around Harry’s waist, kissing his temple. “The Cheshire house is perfect to raise the baby; your mum’s close, and my mum can stay in the guest bedroom when she visits.”

“And until then we have the long weekend to ourselves.”

Or, Harry and Louis go on a babymoon.

28. Looking In The Dark (7k)

This carries on from the same verse of Boys Fall Like Dominoes.

29. This Thing Upon Me (howls like a beast) by [ @sadaveniren ] (8k)

Harry and Louis weren’t meant to be together. They’d met when they were put together through their university’s AO MatchUp, a program that set up alphas and omegas based on the schedules of their ruts and heats so they had someone to help them through it. It was pure luck that they were put together.

30. drunk on rose water by [ brainwaves ] (9k)

It’s the first time in a few years that Harry has a strong desire to risk everything for something he loves.

The last time, it was being a fashion model. This time, it’s Louis.

31. Even Your Honey Dew by [ @horsegirlharry ] (9k)

It probably says something about Harry that he’s so obsessed with another omega’s arse.

32. And I Will Steady Your Hand by [ kiwikero ](9k)

All first year university students who had not yet presented were strongly advised to join the Fire Away meetings, a support group for so-called 'late bloomers.'

They were not, however, advised to fall in love with someone else at the meetings without knowing what they might eventually present as.

33. You Know I'll Be by [ JustAnotherShadow503 ](9k)

Louis Tomlinson, 27, is the personal photographer for well-known model Harry Styles, 21. Louis, an Alpha, has been in love with Harry for years, though the younger man has seemingly not presented yet.

Or, the one where Louis is in love with Harry, tries to be a martyr at his own expense, and is a hopeless romantic.

34. Just Jump by [ jaerie ] (9k)

Finally, after years of suffering alone, the insurance plan at Harry's new job covered omega heat services. As a grown omega adult, it finally felt like the right time to try it out. And, since taking an entire week of heat leave would really put him behind at work, using a service to shorten it seemed like a responsible decision. At least that’s how he rationalized it. He was nervous about his decision but it was too late. The doorbell rang.

“Hi!” The alpha said again and Harry took the hand he offered and shook it firmly. “I’m Louis from Omega Services. It’s nice to meet you.”

35. with his educated eyes (and his head between my thighs) (9k)

"We're...we're not the same," Harry says softly, looking at his hands. "I don't care," Louis replies back, fire and fury in his eyes.

or where Harry is just a little boy in a world full of arseholes, Louis is in way over his head, and destiny is a bunch of shit.

36. All I Needed by [ FallingLikeThis ] (9k)

Harry is the omega captain of the Slytherin quidditch team with a team that won't listen to him. Louis is the alpha captain of the Gryffindor team who doesn't know how to offer help without seeming like a knothead, pushing his opinions on Harry. When he comes up with a rather questionable plan to try and get Harry to ask him for help, they may just both get what they need.

37. you took your toll on me (you got a hold on me) by [ messyjessy08 ] (9k)

Harry and Louis have the weekend to themselves, they make the most of it.

38. I Just Want You to Stay by [ SadaVeniren ] (34k)

“Remember the vet job up in Edinburgh I interviewed for right before your rut?” Louis nodded. “She just called me back. I got the job. I start next year.” Harry let out a shriek as he said the word year and he clapped his hands in delight. “Isn’t that great! Full time vet job! New animals to meet! A new environment!” He settled his eyes back on Louis, who was still standing there in front of him with wide eyes. “Isn’t it great, Lou?”

That seemed to jolt Louis out of his thoughts and he nodded immediately, opening his arms up for Harry to dive into. “Holy shit, yes. Congratulations. Come here,” he wrapped his arms around Harry and cuddled him close, pressing his nose into Harry’s neck. “Holy shit,” he whispered.

aka Louis and Harry have been roommates for four years, comfortable in their routine and their relationship. But all of that is about to change.

39. I Can't Hear You by [ @flamboyantommo ] (9k)

"I’m not supposed to be built this way!" Harry said. "I’m supposed to be shorter than you, and you’re supposed to be stronger than me and-“ “Harry!” Louis tried to interrupt. “And what if I’m not supposed to be an omega? What if my body screwed up somewhere or something? What if I’m not supposed to be your omega?” --- Or, the one where Harry is self-conscious about his body because it's not the 'typical omega body' and Louis shows him why he loves that.

40. Dear Blue by [ TheIfInLife ] (9k)

Harry wasn’t sure what he was expecting to be on the living room table but a stack of papers definitely wasn’t it.

The paper on top was a plain piece of notebook paper, Louis’ scrawl all over it.

41. A Firm Believer and a Warm Receiver by [ @horsegirlharry ] (10k)

a few months ago, Louis had his first heat. It was no big deal, aside from it being awkward and weird and all the other things it was supposed to be. He figured he would present as an omega, so he wasn’t exactly surprised or anything.

But then, last week, Harry had his first heat, too.

42. resolutions and lovers in the kitchen (10k)

harry teaches little kids and louis writes sports articles. they're trying for a baby.

43. Everything I Do (I Do It For You) by [ @harrysspookyshorts ] (10k)

"It's gonna be perfect," Harry whispers, taking Louis' face in both of his hands, nosing close but not yet kissing him. "Always is. You always make everything perfect."

"Good. Whenever your heat finally kicks in, I'll make sure to treat you perfectly too... I'm gonna bond you so hard."

or, Harry's heat is coming up and they've planned to finally bond, so Louis decides to plan a very eventful and loving week leading to said bonding.

44. through the wire by [ @a-writerwrites ] (10k)

“Mate. He’s like. I don’t know how to describe it.” Liam’s voice was on edge, a tremble in it that indicated he was either very nervous or extremely excited; unsure of what to do next. It was probably both.

All Harry could think about was LouisLouisLouis. He needed him so badly his body ached with it. His skin was crawling and his entire body felt explosive, ready to ignite at the slightest touch.

“Ok. Li? This is what you are going to do…” Louis took a deep breath, the intake of air audible through the wire, as he prepared to guide Liam through what was probably going to be the strangest most erotic, and possibly most awkward experience of his life.

45. Make It Work by [ fanshae ] (10k)

Arranged marriage AU. Harry is an omega who has reached the age where he must be married due to his family's income status. Only the aristocratic omegas are exempt. His parents try to hide him but eventually the government gets word and in punishment, gives the omega to a spoiled aristocrat son of a lord, Louis. Louis is more than thrilled to have his own omega and once Harry goes into heat, he explores the boy with fascination and unintentionally impregnates him. This leads to a boy used to living carefree and drinking the day away with other nobles to having to face fatherhood.

46. Our Lips Are Made Of Candy by [ Waking_dreams ] (10k)

“Your knot, please, Louis,” he managed to whine. He needed it, that extra stretch and burn that made him Louis’.

“Fuck,” Louis moaned, and his thrusts became unsteady. “Can’t do it here, baby, Hazza, can’t—“

Or, Harry accidentally missed a few doses of his medicine that controls his heat and starts his heat in the middle of Biology. Oops

47. The Bond That Can't Be Broken by [ louisgrindsonharry ] (10k)

Louis’ an alpha and Harry’s an omega. They never really stood a chance.

48. i'll be hurt from the heat (running from the heat) by [ itiswhatitisbutterfly ] (11k)

It's engrained into him, nothing else matters, protecting Harry at all costs is what pumps his heart and floods his veins. It’s just, he didn't count on the one thing Harry would need protecting from would be himself.

(Harry and Louis are in love, and they are probably soul mates. They just can’t be bond mates because despite the undeniable pull, it's them against the world.)

49. Fill My Heart With Sweetness by [ harryisquirkeh ] (11k)

Harry's a late bloomer, but since his luck is shit, it's no surprise that he'd be the last to get a heat, but the first to get pregnant. In high school.

50. I’ve Always Liked the Fireworks by [ @becomeawendybird ] (12k)

When alphas and omegas reach the age of twenty-one they are required to attend a Proving Day ceremony. Omegas watch as alphas do their best to compete in events, show off their skills, and prove how good a mate they can really be. The whole thing is a bit ridiculous, but Louis Tomlinson has always dreamed of finding his mate. He's got two unsuccessful Sheffield Proving Days under his belt and decides to go for the much more competitive one in Manchester. His goal is to play his best, leave it all out on the pitch, and hope that one of the omegas watching just happens to be his mate.

51. Come In and Change My Life by [ lightswoodmagic (sarah_writes) ] (12k)

He’d had the same neighbours since he’d moved into the building, a lovely, wealthy couple in their late sixties who had always invited him around for tea on Sundays. Martha had dropped off homemade biscuits the day he’d moved in, so Harry figured he may as well repeat the sentiment. He could hear someone getting closer to the door just as a flush ran through his body; oh fuck. His heat was close, too close to be knocking on a potentially unknown alpha’s door, but it was too late. The door swung open, and Harry’s mouth dropped. He’d never been overly interested in football, couldn’t find the fascination in watching men run around after a ball for hours aside from their uniforms, but he knew who this was. Louis Tomlinson, alpha, captain of Manchester United, star in a number of Harry’s heat addled fantasies, was his new next-door neighbour.

Or, Harry and Louis become friends when Harry looks after Louis' cat during away games, until one night at a party changes everything between them. It's just a shame Louis' going to be away for the FIFA World Cup for three months.

52. come on over, we've got something to share by [ jaerie ] (12k)

Even as an unbonded omega with a four year old, Harry had everything he needed. His beautiful son, a nice apartment, money to pay the bills -- oh, and an alpha next door always willing to knot his brains out.

53. Bentley Station, Now Arriving by @londonfoginacup (13k)

Harry Styles, omega. Owns a bakery on a train station in the middle of nowhere.

Niall Horan, meddling friend who wont leave him or his love life alone.

(lack of love life).

There's a ball coming up, and Harry is going to attend. Niall will make certain of that.

54. Christmas, Baby by [ nikogda ] (13k)

His life was going exactly how he’d wanted it. Exactly how he’d planned it. According to his life plan, he would be adopting a puppy in the next year.

Except one little detail. Harry was holding a positive pregnancy test. He was going to have a baby. He blinked a few times He, Harry Styles - husband and omega to Louis Tomlinson - would be carrying a human inside of him.

“How?” Harry asked himself as he shook the plastic stick a few times as if the results would magically turn negative. Or, The one where the exact thing that Harry thinks is derailing his life plan might be exactly what he needs.

55. Next To You by [ @homeofsavannahblue ] (14k)

When Harry Styles won the X-Factor he quickly became the latest pop sensation. When Louis runs into him at a party, he quickly realizes that Harry Styles is nothing like his reputation of womanizing alpha. Turns out, Harry Styles is an omega. And Louis' mate.

A story about love, support and being proud of who you are.

56. Restless Lane by [ lululawrence ] (14k)

Louis had grown used to his boring life back in Mississippi as a stand-in father figure to his siblings. He never expected his childhood friend to show up on his lawn with the heat of summer or that he would remind Louis how much of himself he'd tucked away and neglected. He also never expected to find himself caught up in a tangled web of feelings or secrets that just might break him. Maybe he had never known Harry at all.

57. Prince Harry and the Expert in Motorcycle Maintenance by [ @juliusschmidt ] (16k)

Louis puts the truck back into drive. “I’m going to ask you one more time. Where do you want me to take you?”

“To the Royal Palace.”

“The hospital psych ward, it is, then,” Louis says, though that’s a forty-five minute trip and a lecture on tardiness from his stepfather that, in the end, will definitely not be worth the trouble.

an abo cinderella au in which prince harry rides a motorcycle and louis, a simple mechanic, fixes it.

58. Stars Will Align For Us by [ @2tiedships2 ] (16k)

"The serial monogamist is single," Niall said by way of introduction when he sat down across from Harry in the canteen.

Harry sipped his chocolate milk. "What are you going on about?"

"Your alpha dream boat," Niall said. "That tiny little footie player? I heard from Hannah that he's broken it off with his boyfriend so he’s single and ready to flamingle. Now's the time to make your move."

Harry sipped his chocolate milk harder to keep himself from replying.

Or the one where Harry is an omega at a loss of how to get past his pining and gain the attention of Louis...especially considering the alpha is always in a relationship.

59. and the truth shall set you free (...maybe) by [ jaerie ] (17k)

Betism: A religion based on the belief that the beta gender has been chosen by God to protect and defend the purity and dignity of the human race by resisting and condemning the lustful ways and flawed biology of the alpha and omega

Harry is a Betist and Louis is an alpha who runs with a bad crowd. This is what happens when two worlds collide.

60. I Want You S'more by [ 2tiedships2 ] (17k)

“I think Harry’s like a wanna-be alpha,” Louis stated as he handed over Niall’s nachos.

“What the fuck does that mean?”

“I mean, as the alpha in this, um, possible platonic friendship, I’m supposed to be the one initiating any flirting. In a platonic way. I’m supposed to be the one taking care of the omega and sending off calming pheromones.”

“For argument’s sake, are you living in the eighteenth century? Maybe even nineteenth century?”

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

“Mate, it’s the twenty-first century. Sure, most alphas insist on taking the lead and taking full control over their omega. Like, they’re always wanting to be the one to comfort and take care of the omega. Which is cool and all. But can’t it be the other way around? Or at least compromise?”

Louis shoved a couple nachos in his mouth to avoid responding.

Or the one where the least alpha-y alpha and the least omega-y omega show that secondary genders aren’t set in stone and sometimes it works when you kinda share that.

61. Love will tear us apart by [ notasawrap ] (20k)

"Look, alpha," the green-eyed man starts contemptuously. "I know you're upset and that this sucks, I fucking know.” Harry breathes deeply. "I'm trying to do my best because she hasn’t stopped asking about you since yesterday, but I cannot do much if with everything I say, you're gonna react like a psychopath or whatever. I don't know what you want, Louis!" He alleges frustrated. "And if you just stop acting impulsively -contain your instincts or whatever, we could solve this in a way that benefits all of us, but if you're not willing to do that, the best thing is going to be to forget you even know about this." Harry ends up, turning to leave, but is again stopped by the alpha, his grip much softer this time.

"I want to meet her." Louis recognizes, more calmly. His scent slightly softer than before. It momentarily catches Harry in a spiral, but he drives away the sensation and concentrates on looking at the alpha.

"I know." He says sincere. He had expected it. "So does she."

or Louis and Harry have a past and now it's time to face it.

62. solid as a stone (when everything is gone) by [ louisnights ] (20k)

“Why’d you take me with you?”

Louis startles at the question, the car almost swerving off the road in the process. He holds his breath as he waits for the twins to wake up and start wailing, but they don’t. They keep sleeping on peacefully, covered in the family blanket.

Harry’s looking at him with an unreadable expression.

Louis takes a minute, mulling it over. He answers quietly. “I hate to say it, but as much as we hate each other, I can’t bear to leave you alone to deal with this whole thing all by yourself.” and I wouldn’t be able to bear it if you died, he adds in his mind.

or, it's the zombie apocalypse and Louis is stuck with Harry, with whom he shares a complicated relationship with.

63. hard to confess by [ @hereforlou ] (24k)

One, they only did it without a condom once (and a half) and not during his heat. Never during his heat. Two, he never once forgot to take his birth control (he’s almost sure). Three, his plan is to be married for a year before he even starts trying for a baby, and not only is he very, very single, him and Louis aren’t even sleeping together anymore. Which brings him to reason number four why this can’t be happening: Louis. Louis doesn’t want a baby with Harry.

(Or, the one where Harry knows he messed up and Louis knows nothing.)

64. Stay Close, Hold Steady by [ jaerie ] (26k)

Found on the banks of the Mississippi as an toddler, Harry goes on a quest to find his biological family. Louis tries to be supportive, but maybe he just doesn't want to be left behind.

65. Let’s Embrace The Point Of No Return by [ sweaterpawstyles ] (33k)

Louis was a whole new scale of beautiful, he was richer than Harry could've ever imagined, and he was the most powerful, dominant alpha that Harry had ever come in contact with. The only problem now is that Louis is also Harry's boss.

Louis believed Harry was an alpha, and had no idea about how he had lied about his status just to get an interview with Louis. He was in too deep now and he couldn't look back.

Harry is an omega intern at an all alpha company. Louis is his boss. There's some complications.

66. All These Lights by [ MediaWhore ] (34k)

“People vote for alphas because they’re strong and they’re not only beautiful but also mesmerizing. They make you want to give them all of your attention, make you want to beg for some of theirs back. They’re shiny, oozing sex appeal and a commanding presence, and people always want more and more. Omegas are enticing too for sure, but it’s not the same. It makes people uncomfortable. It doesn’t make them want to root for you.”

the canon fic where Harry is an omega and dreams come with a price.

67. I Sail With You by [ @afangirlfantasy ] (35k)

Against his wishes, Omega Prince Harry Styles is arranged to mate with someone he doesn’t love, much less knows. Though he pleaded to his parents incessantly, they not only refuse to comply but force him to depart on a ship days later. Harry prays for fate to step in, to change what’s to come, however, the answer he is given is not exactly in the form he had hoped.

Enter Will Tommo – deadliest pirate captain of all seven seas.

68. Watch the Sun Coming Up by [ @sadaveniren ] (36k)

As Louis approaches his thirtieth birthday his pack is desperate for him to find a mate.

Harry has always expected one day he may settle down with a nice alpha and they would continue to live in his small hometown.

Together they somehow will make this work.

69. I Think You're Already Home by [ jaerie ] (38k)

Seeing Louis Tomlinson today, it would be hard to guess that he was ever once a member of the world's most famous boyband. These days he doesn't even the leave his own house. The truth is he can't leave his own house. He can't even remember the last time just standing at an open door didn't send him into a debilitating panic attack. But, against his friend's advice, Louis is ready to add meaning to his life again. He's ready to start a family. So what if he doesn't have an omega? There are plenty of surrogacy services just waiting to help the rich and famous become parents. He just has to find the right one for the job.

70. We Got The World Shaking by [ FutureMrsHaroldStyles ] (39k)

Suddenly Louis is taking Harry’s hand in his own and turns to his sister. “I’m taking him to my room. Don’t worry I’m going to take care of him. Now go and enjoy your party, little sis!” And with that Louis leads Harry to the elevator. The thoughts in Harry’s head are going wild but they all come down to Fuck am I really gonna spend my heat with Louis Tomlinson?

Or the one where Harry goes into heat at his best friend Lottie's birthday party and her big brother helps him out.

71. Seeing Blind by [ @sugarbabyomega ] (46k)

Louis finally turns his head in Liam’s direction, knows his face is showing the longing he’s been aching with ever since it took root in his chest. “What the fuck do I do, Liam? He wouldn’t want me like that, but I want-” his voice cracks, and he turns his face back downwards. “What do you do when you’re not perfect for the person who’s perfect for you?”

OR the one where Harry’s an independent omega who likes to have his fun and Louis is the blind alpha that changes Harry’s priorities.

72. I'll Be Here Waiting on Forever by [ sweaterpawstyles ] (46k)

A Romeo and Juliet AU where Louis is an alpha prince who falls in love with Harry, an omega prince from the neighboring kingdom

73. Si Pudiera Volar by [ messofgorgeouschaos ] (68k)

When Harry’s fiancé leaves him for his cousin, he looks the other way for the sake of his happiness. He’ll do anything to forget about him, including joining a monastery. It isn’t until his cousin’s former lover, a pirate, appears that he realizes everything is not as it appears, and an honest pirate might be the only person worthy of his heart.

Or, a fic loosely based on Corazon Salvaje.

74. A Distant Hazy Light by [ green_feelings ] (76k)

Life’s pretty ordinary for Harry. He lives with his best friend, got into university just like he’s planned, and manages to support himself just fine for an unbonded omega. If he sustains that lifestyle by getting paid to help alphas through their rut every now and then, that’s nothing to be hung up on. Until he’s hired by an alpha that turns everything upside down.

Or, Harry’s working on taking Louis’ walls down, until he builds his own up.

75. Face Your Fears by [ SadaVeniren ] (92k)

Harry is a single father, pretending to be a beta after his alpha mated him and left him. He’s getting by just fine raising the twins when Louis walks into his bakery. Too bad him and Louis will never be a thing.

76. Pretty Please (With Sugar On Top) by [ angelichl ] (113k)

Harry is a sugar baby omega who cons rich alphas for a living. Louis is a rich alpha with too much self-control.

77. Take Me As I Am by [ lovelarry10 ] (117k)

“Suppressant? But… why would I need a suppressant? Alphas don’t take suppressants.”

“You’re right, they don’t.”

****

Secrets. Lies. Deception. Betrayal. Self-discovery.

Alpha. Omega. How far will they go to hide the truth?

78. But Please, Don't Bite by [ @shyshyserious ] (122k)

"Melodic little jingle sounded from a bell hanging over the doorframe and warm indoor air curled heavily around his shivering body for the first time in months. Harry suddenly felt a sting in the corners of his eyes and had to force down a broken sob. Fuck, he was a mess. Such a mess. He had to focus."

79. sometimes green and sometimes blue by [ itsmiz ] (511k)

Harry's an omega, and Louis is an Alpha. They're best friends growing up together on the outskirts of Washington, D.C., but they've always been a bit more than friends.

#omega harry #alpha louis #larry fic rec #she fic rec

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turnyourankle · 7 years ago

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Prince Harry meeting popstar Louis Tomlinson at the Royal Variety Performance.

Harry scans the receiving line, eyes skipping every other person in order for his gaze not to linger too long. His shoulders are tense, tendrils of nerves snaking their way down his back. If he can keep his nerves there, settled against his spine and belly he’ll be able to keep his face calm at least. He’ll need a muscle relaxer, or two, when he gets home but that’s better than pulling a face in front of the performers and having it caught on film.

He follows closely behind Gemma, the silver threading in her dress sparkling out of the corner of his eye. He keeps his smile steady as she greets the tap dancers and shakes their hands.

“Hello, pleasure to meet, you all, lovely performance,” Harry greets them in her wake, and makes eye contact. Normally he’d do his best to calm each person’s nerves as he speaks to them, but this time he’s too busy trying to calm himself down.

Because less than a dozen people away, Louis Tomlinson stands with his band waiting for his very own handshake and greeting.

Harry nods along to what the third tap dancer is saying, humming his agreement to something he hopes he’s supposed to agree to. It’s easy to get people to talk as long as he keeps smiling and nodding, and from the flushed look on the woman’s face he suspects he hasn’t committed a faux pas. It bodes well for the rest of the crowd. He can hear the snap of the cameras to his left, and he tilts his head in the photographer’s direction so they can get a good shot.

Gemma’s ahead of him and he turns his attention to the next person, and the next, and the next, the commotion around them somewhat comforting. He knows how to behave when he’s being watched, after all. He knows how to shake hands and smile and ask questions without disclosing anything about himself and deflecting any questions he might get in return.

He can handle being face to face with Louis Tomlinson. He can handle shaking Louis’ hand, skin against skin and making eye contact. He’ll be fine. If nothing else because he’s had his freak out already, during Louis’ performance.

Gemma had egged him on, teasing him about each The Rogue poster he’d had up, each concert she’d snuck him into, and how she knew every word to their songs because Harry couldn’t stop playing their music– in other words, she was trying to get under his skin. And she succeeded.

All Harry really needed was Louis appearing on stage against the backdrop, his silhouette alone making Harry’s heart shoot to his throat and his senses sharpening. Each guitar riff and drum beat and vocal line that was sung forever ingrained into his brain, and his eyes nearly burning from staying open and unblinking. He’d wanted to remember everything, not caring that his head trembled slightly, or that he was clutching Gemma’s hand hard enough for her to pinch him so he’d loosen his grip.

“Glad you got that out of the way,” Gemma’d whispered to him as they clapped their hands, and Harry had forgotten in the space of that three minute performance that he was supposed to meet Louis afterward, in front of the whole theatre and the press.

Harry hopes that the combination of getting it out of the way, as Gemma so kindly put it, and being in his public role will help alleviate any remaining nerves. He clenches his jaw, knowing it’ll make it look sharper in photos and has the excellent side effect of keeping him from grinning stupidly. He’s absolutely got this.

Harry’s got it for as long as it takes for his and Louis’ hands to meet and for Louis to pull up his other hand, clasping it around Harry’s.They’re warm around Harry’s hand, a firm solid shake that should ground Harry but instead makes him snap. That’s the point at which he’s quite sure he steps outside of his body and is nothing but an observer.

“Thank you,” Harry and Louis both say at once, and Harry practically squeaks, trying to hold back a laugh and an embarrassed groan. Louis doesn’t seem to notice, which is really good. He seems to try and collect himself, and Harry’s mouth pulls into what must look like a delirious smile. Except he can’t help himself, still stood outside looking on. He blinks rapidly, hoping that it’ll keep it from looking like he’s staring. Even though Harry’s most definitely staring.

“It’s been an honour performing for you, your highness,” Louis says, Harry smiling and nodding along, the only thing he can think to do while stood so close.

“Thank you all for coming,” Harry says, addressing the rest of Louis’ band, making sure they also get their hands shaken. They’d been good, their performance had sounded great, and Harry feels a pinch of guilt that he has no clue what any of them are saying, autopilot completely on as Louis’ presence nearby makes his skin vibrate.

When he pulls away from last of them he expects to give them all one last smile before moving on to the next person in line, except Gemma’s stood there like a statue, keeping them both in place. Her elbow digs into his arm the slightest bit as she turns her attention to Louis.

“Where is the night taking you after this, more celebrating I hope?” Gemma asks and Harry bites the inside of his cheek. Louis shakes his head, tucking his chin down.

“Wherever the lads lead, I’ll follow. S’a big night for them, yeah?”

“For you too, you did splendid,” Harry blurts out and immediately regrets it. He wants to pull his lips into his mouth, wants to sink into the ground and not have to look at Louis’ sparkling blue eyes. But instead he keeps his gaze even as the camera flashes go off.

Louis’ smile is crooked when he speaks, “Yeah, I mean, I’ve been doing this for a while. Want to make sure they feel ‘ppreciated, yeah?” Louis pulls at his jacket, and Harry detects a slight twitch of his fingers. Nerves, maybe, which he honestly needed worry about in the slightest. No one could be more nervous than Harry at this particular moment in time.

“That’s very kind,” Harry says, and it’s normal enough isn’t it? That’s a perfectly reasonable thing to say.

What isn’t is what Gemma says next, “Oh, Harry knows, he’s been a longtime fan of The Rogue.”

Louis’ eyebrows shoot up in surprise and he turns his attention towards Harry. “Is that so?”

Harry gives himself two heartbeats to respond, to collect his thoughts and mould them into something acceptable. “Your band were great ambassadors to country and brought us much pride,” Harry sounds stiff to his own ears, but it’s better than the alternative, in which Harry proclaims that Louis has been the background to Harry’s phone, iPad and laptop.

“I don’t think I’ve ever heard that description before, sounds quite nice though. I’ll pass it on to the others,” Louis says, the lilt of his voice like honey to Harry’s ears.

“Yes, please do,” Harry says. He seems to be in the clear. Even if Gemma wanted to torture Harry more by telling Louis that he’d always been Harry’s favourite their handler was waving them forward towards the head of the line. They were needed elsewhere, and even Gemma knew not to overstep when it came to their schedule.

“Thank you, again,” Harry says before turning away, but before he can help it he feels himself wink awkwardly and his throat closes up. He turns around and walks off before registering the look on Louis’ face. He hopes, sincerely, that the photographers have moved up ahead so that Harry doesn’t have to face the proof of his body betraying him.

That’s definitely not something he can ever live down, otherwise.

#i have more in mind but also i suspect someone else is probably working on something #but idk it's a concept #???#last time i was gonna write something for a prompt someone beat me to it so merp #but yeah i know where this goes #@littlelouislegend

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music-my-angel · 7 years ago

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A shocking but lovely surprise

Prompt - Can you do one please of 5sos and Niall are collaborating in the studio an build there friendship up again after not seeing each other for years and Niall has a daughter 1year old) not even the other 1d boys know about and 5sos helps him raise her. For the Niall 5sos one bday feb 25th please sorry forgot to add that.

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At one point of his life, Niall was topping the charts with the leading boyband of the time and a few years later, he was lost in the anonymity of this strange world. There was a time when fame was literally at his feet and now he was just a musician trying to make a name for himself. Life hasn’t been easy for Niall after One Direction went on a break and it certainly wasn’t easy when you have a one year old kid to raise all on your own. But Niall was fighting; for himself and for his daughter.

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At first, Niall thought that One Direction taking a break was good for them all. He himself needed a bit of time off. It felt nice to not have a schedule or to not worry about band related stuffs for a while. He was finally able to go home for a while. He spent some time with his family, met a childhood friend and rekindled romance ended in an unplanned pregnancy with Niall choosing to take the baby’s responsibility. But it wasn’t easy to raise a baby all alone. And after a bit of time, Niall started missing his band. Not only financially but even morally; the boys would have been by his side throughout all this.

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His daughter was probably the reason why Niall stepped back into the world of music, cutting his break short. He wrote a few songs, had a single out but he knew he needed a big exposure once again to make an impact. That big exposure came in the form of a collaboration with the 5sos boys.

After nearly two years of no contact with the boys, Niall was once again on his way to reunite with the music studio, the recordings and mainly his good friends.

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Niall still remembers the first time the 5sos boys met up with them. He remembers the excitement on the 5sos boys’ faces but right now, he was the one who was excited to meet them. After all, these boys have made it big in these years.

“Look who’s here! Mr. Long Time No See” Calum chuckled.

“Autograph please Sirs” Niall faked a bow as the boys laughed.

“Thought you wanted to take a long break from music” Luke asked.

“Couldn’t stay away from it, right?” Michael said and Niall just nodded along.

Ashton didn’t look any convinced by that nod but was glad to see Niall again so he let it go.

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Ashton was right to doubt Niall’s reason for a comeback as one day after the recordings, Niall was trying to rush to get back home but the boys were trying to convince him to come and have a drink with them. Ashton grew more suspicious when Niall declined the offer and his doubts were justified when suddenly the door was slammed open and a pair of little legs was running to Niall.

“Sorry Sir, I tried to stop her but she had already seen you so she just ran up here” the lady running behind the baby apologized.

The boys thought that it might be a fan’s baby but they were in for a shock when the kid babbled out a ‘Dada’ to Niall.

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“I think I’m drunk” Michael mumbled.

“We haven’t had a single drink yet” Luke pointed out.

“Then what’s this?” Calum asked.

“That’s a baby” Ashton chipped in, “Most probably Niall’s baby.”

Finally, a sheepishly looking Niall decided to just address the situation, “Guys, meet my daughter, Darcy.”

“Daughter?”

“What?”

“Yours?”

“Oh My God, how, when..?”

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A chorus of questions rang in Niall’s ears and even little Darcy made a bit of noise which quickly got Niall to bounce her to calm her down.

“Remember when I went back home after the break? I met up with my school time girlfriend. Unplanned pregnancy! She didn’t want the baby so I took Darcy in” Niall explained.

“So, she is the reason you’re making a comeback” Ashton said.

“It’s been tough to raise her up” Niall sighed.

“Do your bandmates know?” Michael asked.

“You guys are the only ones who know after my own family and a few friends.” Niall said.

“Cute baby by the way” Calum cooed.

“Can I hold her?” Luke asked.

Niall smiled as he introduced the boys to Darcy, “Meet these goofballs, Darcy. Your goofy uncles!”

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Niall felt a weight lifted off his shoulders now that the 5sos boys knew about Darcy. The boys helped Niall in whatever ways they could. Be it financially or be it morally, they were there for Niall. They were there whenever Niall needed a break, opting to babysit while Niall went out for a while.

And they were the ones to convince Niall to let his bandmates know about Darcy.

“They have a right to know about her, you know” Ashton said as they watched the boys play with Darcy.

Niall sighed, opting to not say a word.

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It was the 5sos boys who set up Niall’s reunion with his One Direction bandmates. They invited the boys to one of their concerts where Niall was performing with them. Zayn, Louis, Liam and Harry were immensely proud to see Niall up on the stage but their proud feeling turned into shock when Niall came up to them with a little girl in his arms.

“Boys, meet my little angel Darcy. She is my daughter” Niall said, “And Darcy meet your uncles.”

Little Darcy frowned and pointed towards the 5sos boys as her father chuckled, “Them too but these one also.”

None of the boys even said a word until Niall explained all about Darcy’s birth and finally, a smile crept on their faces.

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“She is so cute. She has to meet my Freddie” Louis exclaimed.

“She and Bear has to hang out” Liam added.

“Ni, can I be godfather please” Harry asked, “I’m already in love with your Darcy.”

“Can’t believe our kid has a kid” Zayn chuckled.

Niall turned around, mouthing a ‘thank you’ to the 5sos boys before turning to the One Direction boys who were currently playing ‘Passing Darcy around.’

His baby probably was the link to keep them together.

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It certainly wasn’t easy to raise Darcy all alone. But with the 5sos boys, things got a bit easier now. And now he even had the One Direction boys by his side now. Darcy now not only had a Daddy to watch for her but she had a bunch of uncles who’d love her as much. Whereas Darcy, she was a surprise that no one expected but everyone ended up loving.

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A/N

Hope you all like it.

#mixed oneshot #one direction #5sos #niall centric #luke #ashton #calum #michael #zayn #louis #liam #harry

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thefamilyineverknew · 6 years ago

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Turning 47: pt. XIII

“Mother & Child Reunion” (pt. 1)

25 May 2018

Before making what I thought would be a temporary two-year move to Sweden, a thought would cross my mind whenever I found myself in a confined space with strangers. It would be most pronounced in elevators, those closets crammed with people moving vertically, all holding their tongues; Could I be related to someone here? What if? It always felt possible. After moving to Sweden, I ceased having these thoughts.

Today, I am scheduled to actually meet my birth mother, Arla. Not randomly in an elevator, but in Pueblo, a couple hours south of where I’m staying with my aunt & uncle. I set multiple alarms to make sure I’m up and on the road to make our 10:30 rendezvous. My aunt Lydia, ever vigilant, knocks on my door to make sure I’m up and at’em.

Lydia makes me some eggs, as she has each morning of my stay, and she, Harry Kent, and I discuss the day and my expectations. As I have mentioned, my vision was merely to sit and be in her presence. From our writing correspondence, I already had a good sense of her personality and sensibility, and I felt that it was reciprocated. A quick prayer, and I’m off.

It is crazy, a bit, but not in an unnatural way. Other than the small matter of a 46 year period of living with unknown information, it felt strangely normal. Now, I have been fortunate to get to know quite a few people over the years, and I know that there are certain types of personalities that would be running for the hills on an occasion like this. Not me. And not Arla, either. That is a good sign.

So I’m on the road, mountains to my right, and I’m thinking about yesterday. After seeing Kerry and taking a pause at the lake, I got ahold of Benny & Kathleen Simpson who also live in Evergreen. Like many from Wheaton, these two married shortly after college and it would be odd not to see them as a pair. Though, like most people I was able to meet on this trip, I hadn’t seen either of them for at least 20 years. I generally don’t worry about things like that, which may be a marker of an ENFP (my Meyers-Briggs personality test result from college, which remains consistent even after all these years).

Benny sends me their address and I head up the mountain in their direction. I’m told he may not be there when I arrive, but that Kathleen and their two oldest would be. Twisting and turning up mountain roads, it’s no wonder car ads so often feature on these serpentine passes; it feels good. I can remember as a child, when we would vacation to Colorado from Kansas, my parents telling me we would be driving up “those mountains” that we were seeing on the horizon. In my child mind, that meant the road would simply continue straight up, like a ski jump. That’s how I had imagined it. I became familiar with switchbacks fairly quickly after that, but still reserve a place in my mind for this idea of a highway draped over the Rockies like a piece of fabric.

I get to their place as the sun is setting. Kathleen is there with their two oldest, with Benny arriving just after with their youngest, fresh from a big soccer match. We chill a bit, Benny offering me a local beer and Kathleen fixing me a hamburger. I’m amazed by the level of hospitality I’ve been shown throughout my time in the US, something I certainly took for granted, like it’s the most normal thing in the world, before moving away. We get to talking about Wheaton, how it has and hasn’t changed, would I be going to the reunion in the autumn, and how teaching went.

It was an all-encompassing job, teaching three courses in an academic system of which I was no longer accustomed, but one for which I had to make quick work of adapting. It was a non-stop term, and it stretched and worked me tremendously, and though it wasn’t always a stellar, I loved it. However, I came away with a couple thoughts I hadn’t had previously.

The first is that I think 18 is far too young for a good number of people to be pursuing a college or university degree. While there are exceptions, for most, the desire for learning, not just making good grades, doesn’t really begin until the last couple years in school (ages 20-22). Physiologically, the human brain is not fully formed until around 25 years of age, with the pre-frontal cortex (the center for good judgement) being the last to come online. So kids are put in this place where everything is designed to distract; its their first time away from home, hormones are surging in vex (to steal a line from Lisa Enoch’s poem “A Chocolate Lover’s Villanelle), athletics, concerts, general hanging out, and more. Studying and subject learning for many are drowned, to the lower percentiles of importance. I know it was that way for me, for better or worse. And it’s WAY too expensive to blow it simply because going to university is “just what you do” when you graduate high school. No, I think taking a few years before going to college is the wiser move, which is difficult when it’s so combined with athletics.

From my teaching in Sweden, the age of students at the university level is around 25-30, with the majority having worked and travelled extensively between their “high school” (gymnasiet) and university. They are allowed to experience the distractions of being young before hitting the books in pursuit of a degree of their choosing. And prior to this, at age 15, a student chooses a high school specializing in a particular trade or discipline; science, business, art, mechanics, journalism, etc. So, by the time they got to my class, they already had a foundation in art & design and an idea of where they wanted to take it. This was the big difference I found between the two systems, one that threw me for a bit of a loop over the term. Still, I loved it and was grateful for the opportunity.

My recommendation is for students to take gap years, let their brains form, soak up experiences before heading to college, so that experience isn’t merely 13th grade. Benny and Kathleen’s interest is piqued, as their daughter is currently a junior in high school and thinking of college. But, yeah, that’s one of my take-aways from the term.

The second take-away I’ll share at another time, perhaps... on to Pueblo!

So, I’m tooling down I-25, and I’m ahead of schedule and pull off at a rest stop. I can’t quite grasp the enormity of what’s about to go down, so I don’t really make an attempt. I just want to be on time. I give Sara a call over Skype, just to talk. It’s all good, I’m relaxed. Though, it is bizarre to feel like you're in a movie. I start to look at people as if they are paid extras, moving and interacting according to script. That’s a bit how it feels.

I get to Pueblo city limits and have Barnes & Noble plugged into the navigator. I am seriously hoping this is the only Barnes & Noble in Pueblo. I am a half hour early, which is good. I’ll just peruse the store a bit and see if I can’t find the book on Dietrich Bonhoeffer that Lil had mentioned yesterday. This B & N has a Starbucks café inside, which is ultimately where we had planned to meet. I walk over there to have a look-see. Hmm. I walk in to the roped off area, do a quick spin to see if I arouse any preordained attention. No. Nothing.

So I order an iced coffee, find a table, and sit there as the clock hits 10:30. I may have been reading something, but my only memory is that I was looking and waiting. My eyes would dart to every woman of a certain age. “Is that her?”, “IS that her?”, “Is THAT her?”, “Is that HER?” One woman looked a bit too worked over by life, but I thought, “Well, if that’s her, then I’ve got to love her”. It wasn’t.

10:30 turned to 10:45, then 10:55. Now I’m thinking a) there is more than one Barnes & Noble in Pueblo b) there’s another Pueblo, only spelled differently c) Arla is late, or d) she got cold feet. That would be something...I really hadn’t anticipated that.

I am alternating between nursing this coffee and scanning the room, when I sense a certain, indelible presence just beyond the fern partition...

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