#I think niall had a show there and I thought he was going to release a live album or docu of this concert

[1d1195]

Love and Dryer Sheets VI

Read the rest here: Love and Dryer Sheets

For those that have been kind enough to continue supporting this crazy mixed up story, thank you so, SO much. I hope you like this last part.

~4.7k words

I know I say this a lot but this is a bit all over the place. The timing might not make sense but I don't think it matters (if that makes sense). I wanted to showcase a lot of time passing and hopefully it will translate.

“I think it makes sense with you too, munchkin,” she whispered.

“C’mon,” she stepped aside so Harry could enter. He moved slowly and slugged his way over to the sofa. He looked at her paused TV screen and released a tired, quiet chuckle. She smirked to herself. “Do you want me to start it over?” She asked.

He nodded sullenly. His eyes were redder than she had ever seen. There had been so many times he had come to that laundry room, red-eyed from rubbing them over and over. She could only imagine the argument that took place. Or maybe ‘argument’ was the wrong word. What do you call that? The final show? That sounded so terrible. Harry’s sweet face was all blotchy. She can’t imagine all the tears he shed because if she was in the same room she would have sobbed. Poor Harry. Even the tip of his nose was red. He needed a warm compress; her mom always got her one after a bad heartbreak or when she was crying herself silly over a broken toy when she was little or for one reason or another.

She pressed a few buttons on the remote as he sat beside her on the sofa. Carefully, she draped a blanket over him and gave his arm a gentle, comforting rub.

He sniffled—trying to do so discreetly. It felt like a stab to her heart that she couldn’t imagine feeling for anyone else. Not even Niall. (Although she imagined if someone hurt Niall, she would probably be the one doing the stabbing). “I’m sorry, munchkin,” she whispered softly. All she wanted was to take away his pain. Just like the patients she helped every day.

It was no use denying anymore that Harry meant something to her. There was time to figure that out. They were still friends right now. She was a good friend. She was good at comforting people when they were sad. This was...easy for her to do. She could make him feel a little better.

He nodded and tried to look away from her to hide the sadness and sniffles from her. She pretended not to notice.

Kiss him! The voice in her heart shouted.

You’re an idiot. The voice in her brain would have rolled its eyes if it could.

“C’mere,” she encouraged and nudged Harry to lay with his head in her lap. It probably wasn’t comfortable in the slightest. But he didn’t seem to mind. In fact, Harry was feeling the first bouts of relief in hours as she threaded her fingers through his hair and rubbed her fingertips gently on his scalp.

I could get used to this. The voice in Harry’s heart sounded almost tired. It probably was. The whole final fight with Ava was so draining. It was a wonder Harry could keep his eyes open. But he had been aching and dreaming to watch this movie with her for so very long that he wasn’t going to fall asleep now. This wasn’t what he wanted. Not in the slightest. She deserved an easy relationship. Especially after a three-year long crazy relationship that hurt her more than he could ever imagine.

Harry was going to need time. She knew that. Of course, he would. Because of the relationship she had and the way she watched her parents... It felt like Harry knew the very heartache she always felt. The little bothersome part of her mind that worried about love all the time. Harry was feeling it firsthand. She wouldn’t wish it on anyone... not even Ava.

But that just meant she knew how to support him and be there for him as best as humanly possible.

“Someplace where there isn’t any trouble...Do you suppose there is such a place, Toto?”

Harry wondered the same as Dorothy. Was there such a place?

Part of him thought it might be right on this couch.

Or maybe it wasn’t a place at all and just the sweet girl beside him.

*

“Thank you for driving me,” she said sweetly.

“Course, kitten,” he smirked. “I’ll keep an eye on all your plants,” he promised.

Harry was carrying her carry-on duffle bag and pulling her suitcase even though she insisted that she didn’t need it. In fact, she thought Harry might just drop her off at the entrance and drive away. But he wanted to walk her in. Wanted to see her off properly.

She couldn’t help but want that too.

They didn’t hold hands, but she really wanted to. She wasn’t going to kiss him. As much as she wanted to do that, too. They were moving slowly. Really slow. It was the right thing to do. They were good at being friends and they didn’t want to mess anything up. Especially after the rocky couple of months they both had.

She was going to visit Niall. The first time she had seen him in since his move approaching almost four months ago. The last time they had been apart for that long was when they were in college and Niall did a semester abroad. Harry was kind enough to drive her to the airport. “Not t’sound...crazy. But y’not going t’suddenly hate me jus’ because Niall’s going t’hate m’guts, right?” He asked.

He knew she would tell Niall. Part of him wanted her to tell Niall. It wouldn’t feel right to be friends or anything without him knowing.

“I don’t think he’s going to hate your guts,” she shrugged.

“I kissed y’when I shouldn’t have, Sunshine. Made y’cry. Pretty sure if I were Niall, I’d kill me,” he smiled knowingly.

“I don’t think he’s going to be happy,” she sighed. “But...” she bit her lip. “This is maybe a little indelicate, but... Niall said all kinds of nice things on your behalf without knowing the other stuff. When he overheard the egg thing, he asked if you were actually dating “the Wicked Witch of the West,”” she looked at him awkwardly.

Harry released out a loud burst of laughter. Shaking his head, he smiled. “Well, maybe s’hope for me yet.”

She was also hoping Niall would feel the same way about him. Once they reached security, she took her belongings from Harry and gave him a gentle smile. He grinned back, stuffed his hands in his pockets and looked at her shyly. “I’ll... miss you, kitten,” he sighed, his face contorting into a half grin, a half frown.

For the last week they had spent most of their evenings together—eating dinner and watching movies. They even ventured out to run errands. Ava was long gone. In the first couple days Ava and Harry spent yelling, crying, and packing her stuff up so she could leave him. It was sad but cathartic in a lot of ways.

Ava was already in another town with the guy she had been seeing behind Harry’s back. No one batted an eyelash at Harry’s heartache. They called Ava brave for finding happiness after so long. No one cared to inquire about how the breakup went down. But, that was okay. The people closest to Harry knew what happened. Those that sided with Ava, well, good luck to them. Ava had a way of breaking hearts without any warning.

Besides, Harry had the sweet girl about to board a plane to worry about. “I think I’ll miss you most of all,” she smiled sweetly.

Having seen the Wizard of Oz no less than three times over the last week or so, Harry thought his heart would explode at her sweet quote. “Yeah?”

She frowned. “You won’t miss me?”

“No!” he grabbed her hand quickly forgoing all rational thought for a moment. What a difference a few months could make that hand holding was the worst thing he could do. “No, of course,” he shook his head. “Honestly, kitten, m’not sure how m’going t’make it a week without you,” he laughed awkward rubbing the back of his head with his free hand. “S’going t’be very boring,” he brought her hand to his mouth and placed a kiss on her knuckles.

She smiled, her cheeks turning pink at the gentle touch of his mouth on her skin. “You sure you don’t mind picking me up really late at night either?” She asked.

He shook his head immediately. “No, not at all. Probably be sad and worried if I didn’t get t’see you when y’come back right away,” he nodded.

He still hadn’t let go of her hand. Kiss him, kiss him, kiss him! The little voice in her heart was shouting.

We’re not doing that yet. It wasn’t even her little conscience talking. It was entirely her own thought.

“Thank you,” she sighed gratefully. They stood a moment, hand in hand. Gazing at each other. Neither moved for several moments. “I guess... I better go,” she whispered.

“Yeah,” he smiled sadly and released her hand. “See you soon, Sunshine.”

With a small wave she backed away and turned to leave. Harry already liked her so much. Letting her go for even a week felt like his heart was already breaking. And he knew she was going to be back. He would have to talk to Gemma and see if this was normal or okay if—

“Harry!” She shouted. Spinning around, Harry turned back to see her almost back to him now, running quickly as she dropped her bag and threw her arms around his neck. Harry’s arms instinctively wrapped around her waist while she nuzzled her face into the curve of where his neck and shoulder met. She sighed deeply and Harry had never felt so much adoration for her—or maybe anyone—in his whole life. He kissed the side of her head and inhaled the sweet scent of her shampoo.

Harry really never wanted to let go.

*

Niall was pacing. She figured it was best to get it all out in the open right away. Since she was still feeling her own time zone, it was easy for her to be awake and tell him. She warned him that he had to wait until he heard everything. All of it. Every last horrible detail. He was told it wasn’t going to be pretty and he would probably get mad.

Niall thought he was going to be tired after picking her up so late at night, but he was wrong. Fueled by anger and frustration was wonders for him to listen and pace the entire time she spoke. When he heard how she cried about the kiss, he nearly tore his hair out. He stopped pacing when he heard the egg story again.

But at the end he stopped pacing and sat down as he listened to how heartbreakingly mean Ava was to Harry in their final argument. “Jesus,” he said finally. After she finished her heartbreaking tale.

“You can’t hate him,” her tone was firm.

“I hate him for kissing you when he was with someone.”

“That’s...” she sighed. “That’s fair. But I think you hate what he did, not him.”

Niall frowned and rubbed a hand over his face. “You’re sure you want to date him?”

“Well...not right now...but yeah...I mean...” she shrugged. “The Wizard of Oz, Niall. Am I just supposed to ignore that?”

“I gotta be your best friend for a second,” he said. A grim, serious look took over his features. She nodded. “How do you know he won’t... kiss someone else when you guys have arguments and stuff?” He asked.

It was a fair question and there was a pang of sadness that coursed through her heart and body. “I don’t,” she murmured. “But... I wouldn’t know that about any relationship I have.”

Niall nodded. “I can’t see you hurt like the last time,” he told her. “I won’t do it again. I’ll kick and scream and make your relationship miserable.”

“Honestly, I think Harry would appreciate that. You’ll really like him,” she promised. “He drove me to the airport and walked me in and...” she smiled. “He’s really nice Niall.”

“How long are you guys going to wait?”

“Until...it seems right.”

“Are you okay with that?”

She nodded. “We’re good at being friends. But it’s...complicated. Or complex, whatever you want to call it. We want to do it right and... I want to tell him more about my last relationship... and my parents. I want him to know that I won’t be such a walk in the park.”

“Yeah, you do have a lot of lions and tigers and bears on your yellow brick road,” Niall said knowingly.

“You’re an ass,” she rolled her eyes.

“I will love him if you want me to,” Niall said softly. “But if he puts even one little crack in your heart, I’m killing him.”

“I think he’ll agree to that,” she nodded. “You don’t think I’m stupid?”

“The heart wants, what the heart wants, princess. Harry’s a good guy, I think. It’s not his fault he dated a wicked witch... think he needs a good witch in his life,” he smiled. “May as well be you.”

*

Niall, once he had the proper amount of sleep, had about two hundred more questions. She answered every single one of them. When she didn’t know the answer, she texted Harry and waited for his reply patiently.

Some of the questions were a little more sensitive and she didn’t feel right texting them to him. So, she FaceTimed him so she could ask instead. “Niall has a question for you, but it’s a little sensitive,” she warned. She saw him sit up straighter, looking ready and prepared as best he could. He wanted Niall to like him, he knew it was necessary that he liked him. But he also knew that he did a very bad thing, and it would be hard to earn his trust. He nodded readily, like it was a job interview, but nonetheless ready to answer her question.

Niall was off to the side listening intently while he made soup for them. “I feel awkward asking this,” she admitted. Niall turned to nearly glare at her. He wouldn’t back down. It was a question they kept circling back to. One that Niall would probably go crazy about if it wasn’t answered properly.

“S’okay, s’important. S’good t’ask the tough questions,” he promised. “Don’t feel awkward, kitten.”

Niall smirked over the stove already liking the way he spoke to her. It was encouraging that he would make her talk out her feelings and not bottle them up just to protect their relationship. Even if it was awkward or uncomfortable. She sighed. “Do you have a... habit... of kissing other girls when you’re in a relationship... or when you’re upset?” she put her hand on her face to hide the embarrassment. But it was easy to see that she was comfortable asking Harry delicate questions. That never happened in her old relationship. Niall appreciated it before he even heard Harry’s answer.

“No, Sunshine, not at all. S’jus... this s’not an excuse... but you are so nice. Y’made me feel... happy when I didn’t feel happy at all. I was jus’ so tired of not feeling happy. I shouldn’t have kissed you, but it was nice. But I wouldn’t... I won’t kiss anyone but you when the time comes.”

Her heart felt so warm she could have cried. She looked over her phone screen at Niall. “Is that satisfactory?” She asked quietly. Harry smiled shyly, feeling his own face warm at the vulnerability of his statement. But he would have shouted that from roof tops. Niall was welcome to know anything about his relationship if it meant she could be his when the time was right.

“Who’s your favorite football team?” Niall asked suddenly.

“Oh, for the love of God, Niall, he’s English,” she groaned. Harry chuckled.

“It’s important, princess! Might even be more important than the kissing question,” he rolled his eyes. Everyone knew it wasn’t, but while Niall finished ladling soup into bowls for the pair of them, he wanted to tone the seriousness of the room down. He entered the shot of her screen and Harry smiled.

“Manchester United.”

“Well, it was nice knowing you Harry,” Niall said slurping up a spoonful of soup. “Maybe if you get better taste, I’ll let you date her.”

She flicked his face and rolled her eyes again. “Derby is the correct answer,” she explained for Harry. “Followed by Chelsea.”

Harry laughed and shook his head. “Sorry, Niall. Can’t help who you love.”

Niall smirked, wiggling his eyebrows at Harry. “I’ll say.”

*

“Sorry, I swear my bag is the last one,” she told her phone. “I’m coming, I’m coming,” she promised.

Harry chuckled, refraining from saying he would wait forever for her like a lovesick puppy. “S’okay, Sunshine, m’not going anywhere,” he promised.

“I know, but it’s late, and the delay didn’t help, and I know it’s probably been a long day—”

“Kitten, s’fine. M’fine. Missed you a lot. I can miss you a little longer.”

She sighed heavily into the phone. It was going to be hard to remain friends when all she wanted to do was kiss him until her lips physically hurt. “Okay, finally,” she grunted heaving her bag off the conveyor belt. “M’on my way up,” she sighed tiredly.

“See y’in a minute,” he murmured and hung up the phone.

I missed her so much. The little voice in his heart was practically crying with relief and joy that she was a mere escalator ride away now and no longer a terribly long plane ride.

Me too. His conscience agreed. They were much more in sync now that the pretty, sweet girl was in Harry’s life.

Me three. Harry thought.

Harry’s heart slowed the moment she entered his line of vision. He watched her scan tiredly for him. She was in leggings, a big sweatshirt, and a pair of trainers. Her hair was in a ponytail, and she looked exhausted from the delay and her long flight. He imagined she wanted to shower and fall right to sleep.

She very well may have been the most beautiful thing he had ever laid eyes on.

Harry was standing in the middle of a bunch of other parties waiting for their people to ascend the escalator. There he was, patiently waiting for her. As handsome as he looked for so late at night—unfairly so, after waiting for so long and traveling to the airport not once, but twice due to her delay—she couldn’t tear her gaze away from the bouquet of flowers at his side. His smile was so heartfelt as she approached. Instinctively, he wrapped one arm around her waist, so he didn’t hurt the flowers in his other hand. He kissed the side of her head. “Missed you, kitten.”

“Missed you more, munchkin,” she sighed happily pressing her face to the crook of his neck and breathing in the warm scent of his cologne. Her arms looped up around his shoulders and she sighed again with relief.

There’s no place like home. The voice in her head and her heart were in total agreement.

*

She and Harry enjoyed being friends so very much. But both knew it wasn’t quite friends. There was the lingering promise there would be more, eventually, when the time presented itself. But for now, they would have pizza nights, watch TV shows together, and do errands and laundry together.

“Can y’tell me more ‘bout your last relationship?” Harry asked quietly. She certainly had pizza sauce on both cheeks from the way the crust bent around her mouth. She wiped a napkin across her face and looked at him. The TV show they had on in the background continued playing, but Harry was watching her.

“What about it?” She asked.

“Jus’... I don’t know. Anything.”

She took a deep breath. “Uh... he was just... controlling. I didn’t do anything to stop it,” she shrugged. “It felt like I had invested so much time into the relationship. Even if it was bad. It’s one thing to say you should or need to start over, it’s an entirely different thing to actually have the courage to do it,” she explained looking at her fingers like they had the answer. “I didn’t even have the courage. Niall had to give it to me.”

He felt every word she said. Every part of it. “Did you love him?”

“Yes,” she nodded firmly.

“Even though it was...bad?”

“You can’t help who you love,” she shrugged in response.

It was hard to be vulnerable, but with Harry it was easy. It was like talking to herself about how she felt. Or like talking to Niall. It was easy and comfortable. But it had always been that way in the time she had known him. It was easy to share hard thoughts and truths. “Do you regret it?” He asked.

She shook her head. “No... I regret losing part of myself, but that’s on me, not him. I... I should have handled it differently... but I did love him—part of him, for a really long time.” She knew Harry was partly asking questions to understand his own relationship. If it was okay to have loved Ava even if she wasn’t always nice. “Y’know, I met Ava one other time...besides the eggs,” she smirked.

“Yeah?” He muttered looking at his plate of pizza.

“Yeah...in front of the mailboxes. I just thought, ‘wow, she has to be the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen,’” she smiled. “I felt bad she was so...grumpy.”

Harry snorted. “Course y’felt bad,” he muttered.

She tilted her head. “Harry,” she said softly. “It’s okay,” she whispered. “You don’t have to explain your love,” she told him knowingly. “It doesn’t have to make sense.”

He looked at her with agony in his pretty green eyes. “I want it to,” he whispered.

“I know.”

Harry started the show again and finished munching on his piece of pizza.

“Sunshine?” He said softly.

“Yeah?”

He paused the show again and turned to look at her once more. This time his eyes were so clear. She had seen them angry, sad, heartbroken, but right now they looked serious. Strong. Completely resolute. “It makes sense with you.”

Her grin spreading across her cheeks and Harry thought even with pizza sauce on her cheeks that she was wrong—Ava wasn’t the most beautiful. It had to be her. Right here, a messy bun, pizza grease, and mismatching socks. He was certain.  “I think it makes sense with you too, munchkin,” she whispered.

*

Niall was coming home in a little more than a month. He only had to stay an additional two months to the original year long stay.

But that of course wasn’t the only change.

Harry started doing laundry the right way: a load of darks, a load of whites, and a load of towels.

She started liking cauliflower.

Harry had seen The Wizard of Oz at least twenty times—mostly during the week she was sick right before Christmas and Harry took care of her.

She went to Harry’s work parties. Just as his friend. But everyone kind of thought she was perfect for him anyway. Especially after seeing the startling difference between her and Ava.

But that didn’t stop the guys in Harry’s office from trying their best to win her over. “I’m sorry, I’m not really...seeing anybody,” she explained kindly.

“You have to be seeing Harry,” one of them said with an exasperated sigh.

She laughed. “No, really. We’re not... seeing anybody,” she said.

Harry never pushed her. But Harry knew he had to work out some kinks in his relationship mind anyway. Plus, he enjoyed being her friend. She had a great cure for hangovers and made the best blueberry muffins he had ever eaten.

“You’re going to replace me with him, aren’t you?” Niall asked over the phone.

She smiled and shook her head. “I don’t think anyone can replace you, Niall.”

But at Halloween, Harry dressed up as a scarecrow, she dressed as Dorothy, and he came to the hospital to spread joy to all the little patients who needed smiles more than anyone she had ever met. He delivered perfectly. He pretended to fall on shaky scarecrow legs, and he pretended he didn’t have a brain so the little ones could help search for it.

Even the slightly older kids thought he was funny and thought it was nice how he made the younger kids smile. The parents adored him, of course they did.

She adored him too.

*

“Are you dating yet?”

It wasn’t just Niall that asked. Gemma had asked at least three times a week. Harry’s mum asked only once a week but only because she knew Gemma was asking more. Even her parents, who couldn’t agree on anything, liked Harry to the umpteenth degree.

“He’s so nice, sweetheart,” her mom said. “He’s adorable too. Clearly, he likes you,” she nodded firmly. She was helping with the Christmas decorations while Harry and her father worked on the outdoor lights. He didn’t even bat an eye at the request. He climbed the ladder to help put the lights on the gutter. “Not even Niall will get on a ladder for us,” she reminded him.

But being friends was good. Being friends was nice. There was no rush. It would happen when it was supposed to. It was good for their souls. Harry was healing. Processing. It didn’t and wouldn’t happen overnight. It took a lot of talking and a lot of assurance that everything he was feeling was normal.

“Is she why you were worried about being a dad?” She asked, randomly.

A lot of their conversations happened like that. A thought would appear in their head, and they let it out. She wanted to know, and Harry wanted to tell her.

He nodded without making eye contact. It helped sometimes not to look at each other. At least when they were having more serious conversations. It made it easier for the words to come out. They could always backtrack later. She looked back at her book. The washing machine was spinning below her, and she was enjoying the latest read—a Harry recommended book, of course.

“Did y’enjoy your childhood?” He asked while he put his laundry in the dryer.

She put the bookmark in between the pages—a birthday gift—so she would stop being a serial killer. “All things considered, yes.”

“But y’worry about...relationships,” he said.

It wasn’t accusatory. He already knew she felt that way. But she nodded affirmatively, anyway. “I do.”

“I don’t want y’to,” he stopped with the dryer and looked at her—through her. “M’not... m’all yours, Sunshine.”

It was like the part of her brain that controlled her heart saw him—really, truly saw him in that moment and said Ah, yes. You found him. Finally.

“Yeah?” She whispered with a smile on her face. He dropped his stuff beside the dryer, hurried the few steps back to her, and put his hands on either side of her hips while he stood before her.

“I never want you t’feel like I don’t love you,” he said simply. As if it wasn’t the most obvious thing in the world that he loved her. Especially when she felt it too. “I don’t want you t’think we have t’fight like y’parents do. I don’t want you t’think y’can’t spend time with Niall. M’jus... m’so happy t’be in your life. Meeting you was... it was like... finding home.”

Her heart fluttered. “I don’t want you to be angry,” she whispered.

He nodded. “I won’t be. Not like that.”

“Because... I think I loved you the moment I met you,” she told him.

Harry pressed his forehead to hers. It was the closest his lips had been to hers since the day he kissed her when he shouldn’t have. “Yeah?”

“Niall said only a lunatic quotes The Wizard of Oz,” she smiled.

He chuckled, his breath was minty and warm on her lips.

Harry would spend forever thanking the powers that be that he forgot laundry detergent the day he met her. Even though Harry hadn’t touched her mouth in over a year, it was like no time had passed at all in that very same room, when he did for the second time.

--

general taglist: @justlemmeadoreyou @daydreamingofmatilda @sunshinemoonsposts @daydreamingofmatilda @sunshinemoonsposts @youdontcaredoyou @tiredinwinter @loving-hazz @likeapplejuicenpeach @straightontilmornin @freedomfireflies @littlenatilda @kathb59 @babegoals @angel-upon @lilfreakjez @mleestiles @ameliaalvarez06 @canyonmoondreams @summertime-pills @daphnesutton @l4rrysh0use @perfectywrong @foreverxholland @lolyouallsuck @buckybarnessimpp @stylesfever @harrysxcarolina @haarrrys @lovrave @st-ev-ie @pandeebearstyles

Love and Dryer Sheets: @love-letters-to-uranus

I'm sorry if I missed anyone in the taglist. Please let me know if you'd like to join, if it didn't work, if you no longer want to be included, etc. :)

If you like this, check out my masterlist for more of my writing.

[flowxrtimmy]

After Show Punishment

When Niall performs your favorite song while you’re away from tour for a few days, you decide to take matters into your own hands when you return.

**this is my first time ever writing niall smut i realize it may not be 100% accurate please bear with me**

You were sitting in Niall’s tour bus, waiting for him to come back after his show. While you were on tour with him, you had to take a quick flight back home to take care of some things at the house. While you were home, though, you learned through TikTok that while you were gone, Niall performed “Put A Little Love On Me” for the first time on the American leg of the tour. To say you were shocked to hear this was an understatement. Niall knew that was your favorite song to hear live, and while touring abroad, he always made sure you were in view of the stage before performing it. You were so annoyed with him, you didn’t even tell him what show you were coming back for. Once everything was taken care of, you just got on a plane to the next city, and waited until you knew he was on stage to take an Uber to the venue. Getting backstage wasn’t an issue at all, but you had to be sneaky so Niall wouldn’t see you. This led to right now, waiting in the tour bus for him to come back. Usually you two spend time alone in the bus right after the show, since his band members have a different bus and his crew is breaking down.

You glanced at the clock, 10:15pm. Niall would be back soon. He was probably performing Slow Hands right now, so you stood up, and removed your silky red robe, wearing just a green lace teddy that he had gotten you for Christmas. It was his favorite one, but that might not be true after tonight. Tossing the robe on one of the booth seats, you sat back on the couch, leaning back and crossing your legs as you eagerly awaited Niall’s return.

Ten minutes had passed when you heard the door to the bus open. Immediately you sat up straight, setting your hands on your top knee as you turned your attention to the door. Niall stepped onto the bus, still obviously sweaty from performing. Setting down his water bottle, you could tell he didn’t see you yet. It wasn’t until after he slipped off his shoes and socks that he looked up, and locked eyes with you. “Babe? I didn’t know you were coming back tonight!” He walked towards you with a smile, but stopped dead in his tracks once he realized what you were wearing. “Woah, is that for me?” He walks towards you, a smirk growing on his face.

You manage to stand before it gets too close, taking a few steps back from him. “Oh no, not so fast Niall.” You folded your arms in front of you, trying to look tough and not cave at the cute look of confusion on his face. “This isn’t one of those nights.”

He looked so confused, but thought for a moment as to why you could be upset with him, and then it hit him. His eyes widened with realization, and he quickly grabbed your hands. “Oh baby, I’m so sorry! We started playing it at soundcheck, and just decided to play it for the concert. I tried to steer the band towards Paper Houses, but they insisted, I am so, so sorry!”

As you listened to his apology, you almost caved, but stood your ground, pulling your hands away from his. “I don’t think sorry is going to cut it, Niall. I was really hurt.” Seeing his sad, remorseful eyes killed you. “I think you should strip down.”

He raised a brow, but obeyed, pulling his tank top over his head. “Babe, I really am sorry, I just want you to know that.” He told you as he tossed his shirt aside before undoing his pants and pulling them off his legs, leaving him in just his red boxer briefs.

“I know you are, Niall, but I want you to show me how sorry you are.” Once he was stripped, you grabbed his hand, pulling him back to the room at the end of the bus. You weren’t sure of your exact plan, but that didn’t matter now. You were in control tonight, not Niall. Once you reached the bedroom, you released his hand. “Get on the bed.” You told him, stepping off to the side, smiling as he obeyed and took a seat. “Now, lay back, you can call me whatever you see fit."

He was nervous, but laid back on the bed, looking up at the ceiling. He tried not to look over as he heard you rummaging through a drawer, wanting to let you have your moment. He knew he messed up, and if doing this meant making it up to you, then he’ll go along with it. “I’ll do whatever it takes, babe.”

You smirked as you heard that. He was putty in your hands, and now the fun can begin. You turned to him, a cock ring in one hand, and a pair of handcuffs in the other. As his eyes widened when he saw what you were holding, your smirk just grew. “What’ll it be, baby?” Now that you were standing here, you wished you hadn’t grabbed the ring, since you weren’t even sure how it worked, and it would ruin the whole mistress concept if Niall had to explain it to you.

Niall pondered for a moment, and nodded towards the cuffs. “The handcuffs, please, Miss.” He could tell you weren’t confident with the ring, he could just tell by your eyes. He had to admit, it was interesting to see how you took charge, and was secretly looking forward to how this turned out.

Your stomach flipped when he called you “miss”, but you nodded, setting the ring down before walking to him. You took his hands, moving them above his head. “Good boy, now let’s get started.” Taking the cuffs, you looped one around each wrist, securing them above Niall’s head. “There, perfect!” You took a step back to admire your boyfriend restrained on the bed, and smiled wide. Climbing on top of the bed, you straddled Niall’s waist, resting against his clothed member. His eyes widened as you began to gently grind down against him, but he kept his mouth shut. You liked that he stayed silent, maybe it was shock, maybe it was pure curiosity, but you wanted it to stay that way. “We have to make sure you don’t do what you did again, don’t we Niall?” You picked up the pace, not breaking eye contact. “You have to learn a lesson, right?” You asked, giving him permission to speak.

“Yes, ma’am, you’re right. What I did was bad, I hurt you and didn’t fully think of how my actions would make you feel.” He had a look of shame on his face, he genuinely felt bad for what had happened and that right there almost caused you to snap and just let him free so he could take over, but you had to be strong. You got off of him, then pulled the boxer briefs down his legs, smirking at his already hard dick.

“Aw, that’s cute, babe.” You spoke, wrapping a hand around it, getting on your knees on the bed next to him. “Now, I’m going to allow you to audibly react, okay?” Once you got a nod of understanding from him, you leaned over and brought his dick into your mouth, almost taking all of it at once due to muscle memory, but stopping yourself about halfway down. This was just as much of an adjustment for you as it was for him. While you heard him let out a loud moan, all you could think about was the hurt you felt. Was this a silly thing to be hurt over? Actually, not really, you had every right to be upset with him, and now it was being dealt with.

He leaned his head back, shutting his eyes. “Oh fuck, feels so good baby.” He knew he was in trouble, but this was a nice surprise after a long day of soundchecks and performing. However, he certainly noticed when you only went down halfway, and that was killing him. Sure, this was part of his punishment, but he definitely wasn’t used to you holding back, and he wanted you to speed up a bit, but he wouldn’t dare ask in fear of prolonging being able to finish. He honestly felt kind of stupid for letting this happen, he should’ve tried harder to convince the band to do a different song, but he didn’t want to upset them. However, he knew he didn’t make the right choice solely because he ended up upsetting you instead.

You felt powerful, having him in such a submissive position, knowing you had full control over when or even if he came. You slowly moved your head back and forth, making sure to keep a snail’s pace just to tease him even more. Hearing his small yet frustrated moans only fueled your desire for his punishment, and you were going to make him beg. To give him a false sense of hope, you sped up a bit, moving your head in a more fluid motion, before halting and slowing back down again. You heard him mutter out a “fer fucks sake” and mentally gave yourself a pat on the back before pulling off completely and looking up at him. “Huh, I’m feeling kind of bored, maybe I should take a break.”

He quickly shook his head when you said that, a puppy dog look in his eyes. “Oh baby, please don’t, I promise I’ll be a good boy from now on! I’ll even let you dictate the setlist!”

You frowned, shaking your head. “No, it’s your tour babe, I’m just not happy about the choice you made.” You didn’t give him a chance to respond, just brought his dick right back into your mouth, swirling the tongue around the tip. You knew that drove him crazy, and had been waiting for the right time to pull it out.

“Oh baby, you’re so good to me, I’m sorry I hurt you, I promise I won’t do it again.” He considered not telling you he was close, but knew that would only get him into more trouble. “I’m close baby, so close.” He moaned out, leaning his head back against the pillow, and letting out a frustrated whine when he felt you pull off once more. “Please, baby! Please let me finish, I’ll be such a good boy!”

You had to admit, you weren’t THAT strong, and hearing him beg was killing you. As fun as this was, you wanted him just as bad now, so without another word, you brought his full length in, and you could hear the relief in his moan. You moved your head back and forth in a fluid motion, all while reaching up and gently playing with his balls.

“Oh fuck, taking daddy’s dick so well, aren’t ya lass?” When Niall pulled out the Irish slang, that’s how you knew he was close. However, you weren’t having the “daddy” part, you were still in charge and he needed to learn that the hard way. You pulled off his dick, looking him dead in the eyes.

“You are not in charge here. I am, and you will talk to me as such.” His eyes filled with confusion and surprise, but you held your ground, and stood up. “I think I’m going to let you think about what you’ve done.”

His eyes went wide, and he quickly shook his head. “Oh baby, please don’t leave me like this, I’m sorry for what I said!” Niall was not used to any of this, being edged, or punished, or left alone unable to take care of his sexual needs, and most of all he hated you being mad at him. “Please, please, don’t leave me like this.”

You stood at the edge of the bed, looking at him and listening to him beg, and sighed.You really need to work on being stronger. “You better not do this again, Horan.” With that, you got back on the bed, bringing his dick into his mouth one last time, full length and all. When you and Niall started dating a couple years ago, you couldn’t take more than half of him in without gagging, and you were proud of how much you’ve improved. You kept at a good speed, and you felt happy when he started using the slang again.

“Oh fuck lass, I’m so close, you’re so good.” He threw his head back on the pillows, shutting his eyes as he felt you picking up the pace, your tongue swirling around his dick. If there’s one thing he loved, it was getting sucked off by you, and although this experience nearly had him in tears, he’d do it again if it meant keeping you happy.

Enjoying his praise, you upped the speed a bit, your hand having found its way to his balls again. The only sound that filled the room was Niall’s moans and him begging for more, and with you gradually speeding up, it wasn’t long until he finally shot his load down your throat, a breathy “fuck!” escaping his mouth. You pulled off, swallowing the rest of it before looking at him with a smirk. “How was that, baby?” You asked as you grabbed the key to the cuffs, going up and freeing his hands from them and tossing them aside. “Your arms must be tired.”

Once he was free, he grabbed you and pulled you into his arms, kissing the top of your head. “It’s okay, I know I had to learn a lesson, I really am sorry, baby. I didn’t take the time to think about how it would affect you.” He rubbed your back, looking at you with sad eyes.

You looked back at him with a small smile. “I forgive you baby. You were such a good boy, taking your punishment so well.” You pulled the covers over your bodies, and snuggled up to him while he gently hummed Put A Little Love On Me while his hand traveled down your side.

[niallsgoldhoop]

despise

a niall horan one shot - the show famous niall almost three thousand words cw - sexual acts, sexual language, name calling, foul language, 18+

“So what’d you do to piss her off this time?”

Standing next to the small set of metal stairs, I can’t help but smile as I look to my left. “Oh you know— Decided to wear this and that instead of what I was scheduled to wear.”

“It’s no wonder she can’t stand you.” Shaking his head, he chuckles. “See you out there, mate.”

Without another word, I watch as he makes his way up the small stairs and gets settled in place, the rest of my band doing the same as we get prepared to give the crowd a show to remember.

Looking down at my shoes, I can’t help but let out a small laugh.

What I was supposed to wear and what I decided to wear are two different things.

It’s like if I listen closely I can already hear Reed Foster cursing under her breath, my name falling from those raspberry lips about how much she can’t stand me.

Ever since I met her there has been that electric buzz of tension between the two of us. To this day I’m still not sure what makes her despise me like she does, but I don’t really care. However that doesn’t mean I don’t try and mess with her any chance that I get.

Irritating her is like a game— One that I always win.

As I listen to the crowd on the other side of the curtain and the music starts to play, my feet carry me up the stairs and my hands pull the old and weathered cream colored guitar over my head before checking to make sure my earpieces are fitting correctly.

Taking my place, a flash of movement draws my attention to the side of the stage that I just came from, stealing my attention away for just a second.

“You are the absolute worst, Horan.”

Crossing her arms over her supple chest, Reed stares me down like she wants to murder me. Just the fire in her eyes sends heat flooding through my body.

She may hate me, but I can feel the heat in her gaze when she thinks that I don’t notice.

Just like she doesn’t know that it’s her face I see when I’m alone and need a release.

A secret for a secret, you could say.

For weeks I’ve been getting under her skin and just waiting for the moment it boils over— waiting for what it brings out of her.

Waiting for her to play.

So with a mischievous grin, I look over to her and wink, gaining an eye roll in the process. “Right back at ya, Foster.”

Even under the dim lighting I can see the way she rolls her eyes before turning on her heel, middle finger up in the air.

Fuck, I love a challenge.

Always have— always will.

—— Reed ——

Niall Horan was a pain in my ass.

I swear to god there wasn’t one day where he didn’t do something to piss me off.

From switching the stage outfits to hiding my things, it was a miracle that I hadn’t quit or punched him in that smug ass smile that was always there when I was around.

It didn’t matter that his blue eyes were the color of a perfect sky or that he always smelled like the most expensive, delicious cologne.

Niall was frustratingly handsome.

I knew he was attractive and it didn’t matter that I thought of him when I— No, fuck him.

“Do we have to go back?” The words fall off my tongue as I look across the table. “Because I’m fine with staying here.”

“We could stay if we wanted to get fired.” Laughing, my coworker turned best friend pulls cash out of her wallet.

Groaning, I pay for my tab and stand up to follow her out of the pub. “Maybe I want to get fired.”

“Please, don’t lie to me.” She grins over her shoulder as we climb into the back of the car waiting for us. “We both know you love your job.”

“Love the job, can’t stand the employer.” I manage to mumble under my breath as the car pulls away from the curb.

We left after the first couple songs of the show started, both of us knowing exactly how long we had to go get something to eat or a drink before we had to be back at the arena in time to have everything packed up and ready when it was over.

In the time we’ve been doing that— not once have we been late, but seeing how slow the traffic is moving, it looks like today could be our lucky day.

“I’m so sorry about that, ladies!” Our driver gives us a tight smile. “Normally it’s not so bad around here.”

Waving my hand in front of my face as we walk backwards, I plaster on a fake smile as I dig through my bad for my credentials. “Don’t worry about it!”

The two of us finally make it inside before going our separate ways, leaving me to gather up the last of the things that are in Niall’s dressing room, hoping that I can finish before he gets off stage. From the sound of it, I’m not going to make it considering that the unmistakable first few notes of Slow Hands reverberate through the building.

“Goddamn it.” I mumble. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

Working as fast as I can, dread pools in my belly knowing that everything won’t be finished by the time the show is over.

By the time Niall makes it back to this room.

With my back to the door and shoving things into the cases they belong in, the sound of the door opening doesn’t even register to me in my rush.

But the sound of a rough, low voice paired with an Irish accent does.

——Niall——

“To what do I owe this pleasure?”

Whirling around, Reed drops everything in her hands as I lean against the doorframe, the post-show adrenaline pumping the blood through my veins.

“Fuck you.” The words fall from her pouty lips. “I was just leaving.”

“Looks to me like you weren’t even close to leaving.” Stepping up to her, it’s impossible not to notice the way her eyes fall to my lips before they roam over my body. “See something you like, Reed?”

Snapping her gaze back to mine, those pretty eyes narrow. “Not a damn thing.”

“That doesn’t seem like the way you should talk to your boss, does it?” Pressing even closer to her, my tongue rolls across the inside of my cheek. “Besides— I think you’re lying.”

Once again, her eyes fall from mine and grace the edges of the cream colored top that I chose tonight, one that leaves my arms bare.

“You think you’re so full of yourself.” Her tone is venomous but her pupils dilate all the same. “I’m just packing up—“

Reaching behind her, I grab a handful of things from the suitcase and let them clatter to the floor, raising a brow at her. “Seems to me like you just wanted to spend some time with me.”

“Oh yeah? Who told you that?” She scoffs.

I love this game, the back and forth.

Reed is all bark and no bite… Although I don’t mind it a little rough from time to time.

Her pulse jumps under the smooth skin of her neck as a low laugh falls from my lips. “Nobody had to tell me, I could see it right here.” The tip of my finger brushes across her pulse, the wild rhythm beating under the callous that lies there. “Want to lie to me again, hm?”

“Can’t seem to recall a single day that I was excited to see you.” She laughs, letting her finger draw a gentle path down the inside of my arm. “Must suck for you, doesn’t it?”

We’ve drifted even closer to each other over our verbal sparring, leaving us only a couple inches apart, her lips inviting me in.

“What are you gonna do?” Taking the chance, I nip her bottom lip, the whimper from the back of her throat traveling straight to my groin. “Be a brat? Be a good girl?”

She doesn’t even give me an answer before the tension bursts between us, her lips finding mine in a kiss that is anything but gentle. I can't help but groan at the minty taste of her or the way her small hands fist the front of the silky sleeveless shirt I wear.

“Fuck.” My words are short as she pulls in my bottom lip with her teeth. “Always knew you were full of fire.”

My lips fall from hers, traveling across her jaw and down to the hollow at the base of her throat, a moan coming from her lips when I harshly suck the skin into my mouth to mark her.

“Niall—“

“Yeah?” I nip her earlobe. “Keep saying my name— I like the way it sounds.”

Gripping the hem of her shirt and pulling it over her head, a groan sounds from deep in my chest as she stands in front of me in the laciest thing I’ve ever seen.

“You’ve been hiding all of this from me?” I say, my fingertips toying with her pebbled nipples through the fabric. “Pretending you hate me?”

Glassy eyes find mine as Reed tries to catch her breath. “I do hate you—“

“Liar.” Bringing my hand up to her throat, I let it rest against her skin for just a moment before she gives me a subtle nod, only then letting my fingers press gently into the sides. “I guess if you hate me so much you don’t want any of this, do you?”

Silence settles between us, her swallow thick under my palm.

“Get to work, Reed.” I let go of her. “Take this belt off.”

Tucking her bottom lip between her teeth, her fingers fall to the belt around my waist, the sound of the metal barely heard over our heavy breathes.

“When you get this belt off, I want you to get on your fucking knees, yeah?” Using my finger, I lift her chin so that she meets my gaze. “Did you hear me?”

Reed nods. “Yes.”

“Yes what?” Fire races through my blood.

“Yes, sir.” She says like the good girl she is.

As my pants fall to the ground, I reach behind my and pull my top off and throw it somewhere behind me, too worked up by the sight of the woman on her knees before me.

“Tell me, Reed—“ Brushing my thumb across her bottom lip, I push it inside her mouth and groan at the feel of her warm, wet mouth. “Are you gonna suck me off like the slut you are? Gonna be good for me?”

With a nod, she swirls her tongue around the tip of my finger.

“Good. Take off the rest of my clothes.”

As soon as the words are out of my mouth, she reaches up and tucks her fingers into the waistband of the black briefs doing nothing to conceal how fucking desperate I am to be in her mouth. My cock juts towards my stomach as I step out of the fabric, wrapping my fingers around the silky skin. The pearly drop at my tip shines under the lights of the dressing room as I watch Reed take in the sight before her. From here, I can see her legs shift as if she’s trying to get her own relief from the tension between us.

“Is this what you want?” Leaning forward, I spread the drop across her bottom lip. “Tell me.”

“Yes, yes… I want it, Niall.” Her eyes are wide as she looks up at me.

I smirk down at her. “Beg for it, slut.”

“I—“ Reed takes a deep breath. “Please fuck my mouth, please. I want to feel you down my throat.”

“Are you going to keep acting like you hate me? Like you haven’t wanted me down that pretty little throat for weeks?” Raspy and low, my voice sounds like it’s been drug through gravel. “Keep going, let me hear you praise me, Reed”

Her chest expands with a deep breath before her tongue darts out to taste the moisture left there, those pretty eyes fluttering shut. “I don’t— Please. I think about you when my hand is between my legs— Niall—“

“Open your fucking mouth.” Impatience travels through my body. “Take this and shut the fuck up.”

Those lips open and I don’t waste any time pressing my hips forward, watching as she takes my cock into her mouth like that’s all she’s ever wanted. Immediately she brings her hand up to mine, moving it out of the way so that she can circle her dainty fingers around me.

“There you go—“ Fisting her hair, the strands are soft and silky against my skin. “Letting me use you like a pathetic slut to get off.”

Reed moans around me at my words, the reverberation sending a chill up my spine. The combination of her lips wrapping around me and her hand feels euphoric.

“Niall—“ Pulling back, Reed drags her tongue along the vein that maps out the underside of my length. “I want more—“

“You want me to fuck you?” I ask in a low laugh, watching her nod as she circles her tongue around the tip of my cock. “Only good girls get fucked, Reed. As far as I’m concerned, you’ve got a lot to make up for.”

“Please—“

Gripping her hair even tighter, I shake my head. “Shut up and open that pretty little throat.”

Surprisingly, she does what I say.

This time I can tell she’s waiting for me to take control… So I do.

Thrusting my hips forward, a string of curses fall from my lips as I feel myself hit the back of her throat over and over, the pleasure so intense that I can feel it traveling up my spine at a rapid pace.

Looking down, Reed’s dark lashes are clumped together from her tears, the pressure of feeling me so deep causing her to gag and contract around me as I push even deeper.

“Fuck— Just like that—“ I tilt my head back. “Keep choking on my cock like that.”

Pressing forward, I let my hips rest for a couple of seconds, feeling her throat grip me again before pulling out enough so that she can catch her breath.

“You okay?” Checking in with her, she nods before reaching for me again. “Greedy little thing, aren’t you? Who knew all it would take to shut you up would be to stuff your mouth with my cock?”

Moaning around me, watch as she slips her hand under the hem of the black leather skirt, another whimper coming from the back of her throat as her eyes meet mine.

“There you go, get yourself off while I fuck your mouth.” Sweat drips down my skin. “Shit— Good girl, Reed— You feel so good.”

Tears fall down her face as she moans around me, her hand moving as she brings herself to her own peak, making me realize that Reed Foster might be one of the sexiest women I’ve ever seen.

Maybe I’ve just been blind by wanting to get on her nerves, but now seeing all the valleys and curves of her body displayed in front of me it makes me feel like maybe I need more.

“Fuck, Reed—“ I groan, the words like gravel. “I’m so close. Are you going to take what I give you? Swallow everything?”

As soon as she nods, the balloon at the base of my spine pops into a sea of euphoria as I empty myself down her throat, feeling like it might never stop.

“Good god.” Pulling my hips back, I run my hand through my hair. “That was—“

Meeting my gaze, Reed uses her thumb to catch a drop of my release that spilled out of her mouth, flattening her tongue to taste the last bit that she can. “I don’t even know what to say.”

“Come here.” Bending down, I slide my hands under her arms to pull her up to stand. “You did so good.”

A soft smile pulls across her face, the lights of the dressing room playing off the sheen of sweat on her body. “Thank you.”

Looking behind me, I see the door that leads to the personal shower and before I can stop myself or overthink, I tug her hand and pull me with her.

She may have hated me before, but she won’t hate me after I give her what she just gave me.

On a night like tonight, everything changes.

Starting now.

________

this was my first requested one shot so DONT HATE ME if it’s bad alsndkwksn

ily

-a🍀💖

[themultifandomgal]

From 2010- Second Half Of Tour

Part 42

2014

1st August- Toronto

The boys and I sit at a table eating breakfast excited to get back on tour

“What did Liam say when you spoke?” Louis asks before tackling a slice of toast

“I haven’t actually spoken to him yet” I sigh playing around with my scrambled eggs

“What?” Harry chokes on his orange juice, some of it coming out of his nose. Reaching for a napkin to wipe his face he continues “first he forgets a date then he doesn’t even ring you t’say sorry”

“People forget H” I shrug

“Yeah but you messaged him and rang him and he still hasn’t spoken to you”

“It’s fine”

“No it’s not bloody fine YN. He’s a dick” Harry points his fork at me “he’s not right f’you and you know it” he then eats the pineapple he’s had pointed at me with an angry expression. We sit in silence for a little longer before I speak up again

“I have been writing lyrics, well sentences, down in a notebook. Emma suggested it when I told her I was struggling to talk during therapy sessions”

“Really? Wow. Do you want them to be on our next album?” Louis asks. I shake my head no

“I don’t think I’m ever going to release them. They’re to personal, but writing down how I feel is helping. Even if one moment I’m sad the next I’m angry. Maybe one day I’ll show you”

“Whenever your ready, no pressure” Liam says next to me with a smile. He places his hand on my arm and gives it a little squeeze

“Have any of you ever thought about going solo?” Zayn asks

“No. Don’t think I could do this without you boys by my side” I reply

“I have. Not for a while though” Niall says

“I have. I’ll be honest this isn’t what I was expecting” Zayn tells us. I nod my head understanding

“I’ve thought about it but I’m not sure I’m cut up for that stuff going solo and everything” Liam tells us all

“H?” I look over at him as he’s been sat quietly

“Yeah I have definitely thought about my future and the bands future. I’d like to think if we did ever decide to take a break then we’d always have something to come back to one day”

“I’d….” I’m cut off by my phone ringing. I take it out of my pocket and see Liams name across the screen “it’s Liam, I’m gonna head up to my room”

“Want me to bring anything up for you?” Harry asks

“I’ll have some fruit please. Thank you” I leave the table and answer the phone “hi”

“I’m sorry I haven’t phoned you back, I’ve been busy. Why were you texting me about missing a date? We never planned anything”

“Yeah we did Liam. I got dressed up, did my hair and makeup. I was excited” I use my key card to enter my room

“YN are you ok? Because that didn’t happen. Your not coming down with something are you?” Liam asks sounding concerned

“I’m fine. We had a date and you forgot about it”

“Your acting crazy. We never planned one. I was only ringing you to let you know I’ll come to see you on the 11th. I have to go, speak to you later. Love you”

“Love you too” I reply and end the phone call.

20th August

25th September- New Orleans

“Eeeeek!” I squeal running off the stage to Emma who’s also running towards me. I wrap her up in a massive hug “I missed you”

“I missed you to. I’ve been seeing videos all over Twitter and I swear I even know the dance moves by this point” I laugh at emma knowing she probably does know the dance moves, but on top of that she will 100% dance tonight in the pit “YN this is my girlfriend Olivia” Emma introduces me to a very beautiful girl with long flowing blonde hair and bright blue eyes. I put my hand out for her to shake

“Hi I’m YN it’s nice to meet you”

“You too” she shakes my hand smiling

“YN!” I hear Harry say into the microphone in his hand

“I’m coming!” I shout back “you going to stay while we rehearse?” I ask

“If that’s ok with you all?”

“Of course it is Em. I’m just going to get my mic and my in-ears then you’ll get a sneak peak into tonight’s show” I give Emma one last hug before running back onto stage

“So Emma can come and see you, but your own boyfriend can’t?” Harry mutters

“H don’t start” I warn him

“When will you see that you deserve better than him. Fuck YN you deserve the whole world and that’s not Liam. I’m taking 5” with that I watch Harry storm off the stage. I look over to Louis who gives me a small smile

“Give him a few minutes”

5th October- Miami Gardens

“Break a leg up there Pumpkin” my dad hugs me

“Thanks dad” I hug him back but end up holding him for a while which makes him realise somethings wrong

“What’s going on Pumpkin? Is it Liam?” I nod my head without saying anything “what will be will be”

“I know, just hurts. He’s a good guy dad I love him, but I think he’s going to break up with me”

“If he does….” Before my dad can say anything the door opens and there’s stood Liam with tulips

“Sorry I didn’t know anyone else would be in here”

“No it’s ok. I think you two need some time to talk. I love you Pumpkin, your going to be amazing as usual” dad places a kiss on my forehead then leaves my dressing room

“I’m sorry I missed so many shows and I’m sorry about my snappy texts. I’ve just been really stressed out with press releases. These are for you, the start of me making it up to you” Liam hands me the flowers

“Thank you” I place them down on my makeup table

“Can I have a kiss and cuddle?”

“I thought we were on a break?” I raise an eyebrow at him

“That was me being an idiot”

“Fine you can have a kiss on the cheek” I walk over to him and place a kiss on his left cheek

“After tonight I’m making it up to you. You’ll be my girl again, love you”

“I love you too that’s why it hurts me no much when you act like how you did”

“I know I know, sorry”

“5 minutes YN” Paul says knocking my open door

“Ok thank you. I’ll speak to you later”

“I’ll be the loudest one in there tonight”

“You better”

[alarrytale]

Meanwhile the others were held back, burdened with false unfavourable images and had to claw their way out of the ditch. They weren't given the same chance to shine, because Sony though there could only be one successful star out of 1D. They also held the others back to have everyone's focus on H. ///

Liam had David Beckham's manager and a great deal with UMG. Nobody was telling him he couldn't make it because he has an excellent voice. Capitol Records was delighted to sign Niall and gave him the same opportunities Harry had. Straight into touring, first to release a single. Nobody told Niall he couldn't make it and RCA certainly didn't tell Zayn that either. When he was signed the CEO called him an 'icon' and his first single was more successful than SOTT.

Only Louis was told by the music press that he wouldn't have a solo career but that was based on his shaky vocals. If the industry really thought he had no chance nobody would have signed him.

Hi, anon!

I'm not saying they weren't given a shot at success. They all were, despite the odds. They were all from a very successful band, were talented, lovely boys and with huge fanbase backing. Of course other labels would jump on that, there were money to be made on them. But the other four boys didn’t have the perfectly curated image, the international recognisable face and notoriety, preperation time nor the billion dollar label deal. They were all fortunate to sign good-ish label deals, but had to rebrand to fix their images (as well as they could, Sony still controls it). They also needed to compete against each other because they didn’t have gp recognition like H had.

Imagine how different things would be if Zayn was the one tasked with dating TS to help 1D break America, or if Louis was the one in the BBC deal with Nick Grimshaw, or if Niall was the one to attend fashion shows, if H was made to date E and Liam dated Kendall Jenner. Sony gave all this to Harry so that he'd be ready to go solo after 1D.

Liam got Beckham's manager who'd never managed a music artist before, only sport stars. It showed. Liam also brought with him an image of people's least favourite member, with an addiction due to the way they were treated in the band, and little name recognition in the US. The label and management struggled to create an image for him and find a fitting sound that the fans responded well to. Remember the payne chain era? The controversy around his bi song? It showed inexperience and lack of understanding of trends and fandom by both label and management.

Niall got a good deal but he was still stuck with Mo*est who was hated by the entire fandom. He was able to successfully rebrand, because his previous image wasn't in tatters. He got rid of the blond hair, dressed better and found his sound pretty quick. He's dated/been linked to other celebrities and gotten his name out there like Pal*in. Hail*e and Sele*a, and he's "bff"'s with Shawn. He's also been a judge on the voice that have exposed him to american audiences. He still haven't been given the opportunities that H has. He wasn't hung from a helicopter in his first music video. He isn't writing songs with max martin. He's on a budget.

Zayn jumped ship and had a really good start to his solo career. That song is a banger. Turned out his time in 1D was traumatic enough that he'd gotten anxiety and adopted some not good coping mechanisms that hindered his career developement. I think he was tired of fame and his fake mysterious image and needed time out of the spotlight. He needed to prioritise himself and his mental health.

I've discussed Louis so many times, that i won't repeat myself and we all know what he's been through and is still going through.

[acesofspadess]

Live {7}

summary: after a silly little comment on Niall's live, who would've thought it bring you...well here....

a/n: I know Adele didn't win a grammy for this song but bear with me. Also, yes this a double update, I want to get us back on track so that the updates are months from the actually date, so hold tight, get ready for the ride.

media2.giphy.com

Atticus who had flown in again to cheer you on ran to you the best he could with his heeled boots on. “Bitch you’re gonna kill it. Fucking slay that shit.” his Australian accent made everything 10x funnier and you laughed as he hugged you. “And you look fucking sexy as hell, i dont know if i like him, but i know youre gonna make Niall weak.” you laughed showing off your outfit as a joke before your phone went off.

Meet me outside, I'm at my car.

You showed Atticus the text and he rolled his eyes. “If you two are gonna have a quickie i will happily leave now.” you slapped his arm and dragged him outside with you towards the car park. When you saw Niall clad in a cardigan you smiled softly and felt like a schoolgirl.

“Oh give me strength.” you heard Atticus mutter as Niall saw you and you both lit up like Irish men in a pub. He held his arms out and you ran into them inhaling his scent. “God, I'm so proud of you baby.” he said, kissing your head and swinging you back and forth. You looked up when Niall stopped moving and you knew he had seen Atticus.

“Niall.” Atticus greeted regrettingly. “Atticus, nice to see you mate.” you nudged Atticus to take Nialls outstretched hand and he reluctantly did. “I'm going to take this,” you said as your phone started ringing. “The both of you are too pretty to die so please be nice to each other.” you whispered as you held the phone up to your ear.

Both men watched you walk away before turning to each other. “You broke her.” Atticus came straight out the gate. Niall sighed looking down, “i know-”

“No you don't know. She lost herself when she lost you. Annabeth didn't give her the same kind of feeling you did, yet she still tried to move on. Did you know that she locked herself in her room on the one year anniversary of the live? Threw her phone across the room when the memory popped up. Did you know she almost didn't go to her own release party because she knew you wouldnt be there- like you said you would be. The songs she sings are just the top layer of frosting on the heartbreak cake. I don’t care if your her boyfriend now, you took a piece of her with you.”

Niall wanted to cry as he listened to Atticus. “Atticus-” 

“I'm not done.”

Niall nodded knowing he deserved this. “But you brought that piece and so many others back.” he spoke softly and Niall looked at him through cloudy eyes. “You broke her, dont ever forget that, but you also put her back together in a way no one knew was possible. Being here with you is something she comes home and screeches about- i had to invest in earplugs-” he cut through with a joke making Niall chuckle weakly. “She is so happy, Niall. And she cares about you so much more than you'll ever know. So while i hate you for breaking her heart. I love you for bringing my best friend back.” he embraced a teary Niall in a hug and that's when you came back.

“Well, it looks like I've been replaced then.” you giggled as the men broke apart with eye rolls in your direction. Niall wrapped you in such an apologetic hug, you looked over his shoulder and stared at Atticus quizzically. ‘What did you do?’ you mouthed but all Atticus did was wink and walk away. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~

“This is so intense.”

You had been at the studio all week. But today was the first Live finale. You, Carson, and Niall all sat at a table together as Carson did a little interview with you.

“Maia, congratulations.”

“Thank you.” you pouted softly

“You're a finalist on The Voice. What did it feel like when I called your name?”

You laughed thinking back on it. “I was so certain that you were going to say Ryleys name that when you spoke I didn't register that it was my name at first. I didn't think i would make it past the Blinds, let alone- make it to here.” you shrugged sadly knowing how scared you were that you would make a complete fool of yourself.

“What do you remember about the Blinds, Niall? About her voice.”

“It was so unique it was,” he told Carson. “I had heard her sing before, and still it was something so new, so unique. And Maia, self-admittedly, was very nervous.” he looked at you, who nodded in confirmation. “But she's got one of those voices, that Ellie Goulding, that Adam Levine.” you looked up at the mention of his ex, and he looked at your reaction with a smug smile. “Its unmistakable, you know exactly who it is.”

“I didn’t want to pick Niall, because of the history we had and that was probably one of my worst decisions,” you all laughed as the admittance. “But after being in rehearsals with him and really learning who i was as an artist because of him, i was like, ‘I guess this guy is onto something’ and he's cute so that helps.”

He chuckled lightly, throwing in a sarcastic ‘thanks’. 

“Then you do ‘River Lea’, and even though Kelly didn’t pick you, the other coaches saw your potential.”

“I just knew -while the performance was amazing- it wasn’t what she needed, it wasn't the right song. She needed these dark, moody songs that we've giving her.”

“Which brings us to the Playoffs and ‘Wicked Game’ which I think you kind of had in mind for her.”

 “That was actually the first song that came to mind.” Niall confessed, “and that's the best performance.” you smiled softly at his praise.

“Are you gaining more confidence now that you're where you’re supposed to be song wise and everything?” they both turned to you and your eyes went wide at the attention. “I would like to think so. In performances and in my actual life. I was lost for a long time before coming on this show, and both my coaches and teammates helped me gain my self-confidence back personally, and Niall made it his mission to bring the girl he saw 3 years ago not only back, but better.”

He smiled at you with a cocked head, “that's what this show is really about.” Carson agreed as Niall looked at you. “And now we're in the Top 5 and she's the one to beat.” you hid your face in your hands and shook your head.

“I don't think any of our five finalists have grown more than you have. Peaking at the right time is everything.” you and Niall both agreed to that. “So what do you do next? What's left?”

You liked at Niall with a shit-eating grin as what you had planned for today was remarkable. “We are gonna do ‘Oh My God’ by Adele.” Carsons eyes shot open at the knews. “I feel its very diffrent then what ive previously been doing. Its a lot more up beat and fast tempoed, which i want to show that i'm not some one-trick pony.” 

Rehearsals were so much fun as you weren't singing a dark song, there was a lot more laughter and you and Niall were on cloud 9.

“We need a little pop in our lives, and what better than to sing a One Direction song.” Niall threw his head back as you practically crumpled into yourself in laughter. “We will be doing no such thing.” he shook his head adjusting in his seat. “I tried America.” you shrugged looking at the camera sending Niall into a fit of giggles.

“We're giving them a Grammy winning song.” he pointed out and pointed back, “exactly.”

“So watch out.” he said in all seriousness, making you laugh. “Not the watch out.” his face scrunched up as he laughed and you wanted to kiss him so bad. He was just too too cute. 

“As you would say, we’re about to slay.”

You looked at him in shock. “Oh my god, we are about to slay.”

Niall laughed, “get it.”

`````````````````````

The beginning whistles of the song played and you smiled as the audience roared at the sound of the familiar song.

I ain't got too much time to spare

But I'll make time for you to show how much I care

Wish that I would let you break my walls

But I'm still spinning out of control from the fall

The audience cheered as you stepped forward into the light

Boy, you give good love, I won't lie

It's what keeps me coming back, even though I'm terrified

I know that it's wrong

But I want to have fun

Mmh, yeah Mmh, yeah

I know that it's wrong But I want to have fun

Mmh, yeah Mmh, yeah

Oh my God, I can't believe it

Out of all the people in the world

What is the likelyhood of jumping 

Out of my life and into your arms?

You danced around softly to not drain your energy but you were feeling yourself and couldnt help it

Maybe, baby, I'm just losing my mind 

'Cause this is trouble, but it feels right

Teetering on the edge of Heaven and Hell 

Is a battle that I cannot fight

I'm a fool, but they all think I'm blind I'd rather be a fool than leave myself behind

The audience went up in applause as you hit both lines notes

I don't have to explain myself to you I am a grown woman and I do what I want to do

The audience started clapping synchronously to the song and you smiled into the mic

I know that it's wrong But I want to have fun Mmh, yeah Mmh, yeah I know that it's wrong But I want to have fun Mmh, yeah Mmh, yeah

As you sang you naturally started vibing with the song as had a soft bounce as you walked around the stage

Oh my God, I can't believe it

Out of all the people in the world

What is the likelihood of jumping

Out of my life and into your arms?

Maybe, baby, I'm just losing my mind 

'Cause this is trouble, but it feels right

Teetering on the edge of Heaven and Hell  Is a battle that I cannot fight

The BGV’s took over as you sang the ad libs with all your power

Lord don't let me, I said Lord don't let me down

I said Lord don't let me let me down (oh Lord)

Lord don't let me, I said Lord don't let me

I said Lord don't let me let me down (don't let me let myself down)

Lord don't let me, I said Lord don't let me

I said Lord don't let me let me down (oh my God)

Lord don't let me, I said Lord don't let me (oh, oh, oh)

As you held onto the last note while the BGV’s continued you could feel the applause 

Oh my God, I can't believe it Out of all the people in the world

You joined them again dancing around the stage 

What is the likelihood of jumping  Out of my life and into your arms?

You pointed to yourself then to Niall but everyone wouldn't know the main direction

Maybe, baby, I'm just losing my mind 

You twirled your finger around the side of your head as you bounced to the beat of the music

'Cause this is trouble, but it feels right Teetering on the edge of Heaven and Hell 

You moved your hand in a teetering motion watching the wide smiles you were bring to the judges faces

Well it's a battle that I cannot fight

The BGV’s sang the background chorus as you sand the pre-chorus causing a music melody

Lord don't let me, I said Lord don't let me (I know that it's wrong)

I said Lord don't let me let me down (but I want to have fun)

Lord don't let me, I said Lord don't let me (mmh, yeah)

I said Lord don't let me let me down (mmh, yeah)

Lord don't let me, I said Lord don't let me (I know that it's wrong)

I said Lord don't let me let me down (but I want to have fun)

Lord don't let me, I said Lord don't let me (mmh, yeah)

I said Lord don't let me   (mmh, yeah-h)

You clasped the mic in your hands and doubled over laughing at how much fun you just had. “Ladies and Gentlemen, that was Maia Quinn everybody.” 

“Alright Chance let's get something from you.” Carson spoke cutting through the never-ending ovation.

“Amazing performance Maia, per usual. You have a very unique tone of voice, but also seeing you do pop stuff, reminds me that you are your own artist, and it looked like you had so much fun up there.”

“It was so much fun.” you giggled, cutting him off and making everyone else laugh.

“I can tell! I'm excited to see where you go, in terms of original works.”

You thanked as you looked to Niall who you could have easily mistaken for a football dad the way he was clapping. “Cmon Maia Quinn!!” he yelled passionately. “That is ridiculous.” you thanked him softly with a downwards smile. “You are a superstar- i mean its incredible there's nothing you can't do.” he admired and the audience cheered in approval. “Stop your gonna make me cry.”

You heard Kelly ‘awe’ with the audience and Niall smiled up at you. “When I think of all the performances and how haunting they’ve been, the fact that you wanted to do a pop song, this song was a perfect one for you. We got off to the other side of you and again I'm like Chance, I can't wait to hear what record we’ll get after this. This is incredible. I'm so proud of you.” 

You blew kisses and waved at the camera before Carson gave you the okay to walk down. You waved to the audience that were by the stairs and high-fived some of them. When you felt a hand on your waist you turned to see Niall and hugged him softly. “That was so fun!” he giggled while helping you down the second set of stairs.

You ran to Atticus who was waiting for you backstage and he screamed with you as you both bounced. “Bitch!!” he yelled. “I fucking know!!” you both screamed again before you heard the echo of Nialls laugh and you were physically drawn to it as you turned towards the door.

“Ugh,” Atticus groaned, “you love-sick puppies. Moment. Ruined.” as he walked away from your laughing figure. “Atticus, wait!

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“And welcome back. Lets close out our season 23 finale with a touching performance by Maia and a song she dedicates to a certain group of people, lets take a look.”

You were sitting on the floor with a phone in your hand. 

“I was given this phone and told to press play. I have no idea what this is.” as you opened the phone and pressed play you saw the first face and immediately started crying. “No he didnt.”

“Hi Maia, it's Harry! I wanted to make this video to tell you congratulations on making it to the finale. You are an amazing singer and I know you can win this thing. Hope to see you at a show soon.” he waved as the video cut out and the next one immediately started. “Oh my god.”

“Ello! Liam and Bear here. A little birdie told me you were a big fan and asked us to give you a little message so i just want to say i have in fact watched this season and you are brilliant. Me and Bear are rooting for you. I know you will sing this song much better than i did. You wanna say anything Bear? Good luck!  I'll give you a call when you win. Lots of love, bye.” 

You laughed through crying as the video ended with Bear waving and the next one played.

“Hi love! Louis here. I'm sending you all my best wishes and my love as you prepare to win this blasted show. Clearly I could learn a thing or two from you. I think my little lad Freddie has a crush on you so this will send him for a spiral. Congrats and good luck.”

You laughed at him talking about freddie and when the video didn't end you gasped. “Do not-”

“Hi Maia, Zayn here. Niall told me you were a big fan, so thank you for your support, wishing you the best of luck on finale day. Hope to see you soon and hear you live. Love you! Bye.”

The video properly ended and you were balling. “I can't believe he did that.” you looked up in hopes to stop the tears from falling. “Niall has been one of my biggest supporters through my entire music journey. Though the song I'm singing has nothing to do with him. This one's for you Nialler.

~~~~~~

As the known beginning of the song played you heard the audience cheer and a ‘No she is not’, come from Blake. You and Niall went all out for stage design.

Now, you say you're lonely

The audience screamed at your first line

You cried the whole night through Well, you can cry me a river

Cry me a river I cried a river over you

You took the mic off the stand and leaned against the stand

And, now, you say you're sorry For being so untrue

Well, you can cry me a river Cry me a river I cried a river over you

You walked towards the front of the stage as you sang

You drove me Nearly out of my head While you never shed a tear, babe Remember? I remember all that you said You told me love was too plebeian

Told me you were through with me And now you say you love me

The audience cheered and Niall stood up clapping

Well, just to prove that you do Why don't you cry me a river? Cry me a river 'Cause I cried a river over you

Over you

You walked back towards the middle of the stage

You say you love me, but you lie

When you made your way to the middle you took a deep breath preparing for your long note

Now, you say you love me

The audience cheered through your singing

Well, just to prove that you do Come on and cry me a river

Oh, cry me a river I cried a river over you I cried a river

Over you

The audience screamed as you sang very deeply and you saw Chance slid down his chair disbelief . 

I cried a river Now you can, too Cry me a river

You let the crescendo induce adrenaline in your body as you awaited the famous line

Cry me a river

You held onto that note so strongly the stage rumbled  beneath you and you smiled when you finished seeing all four coaches standing up clapping. 

“Not a ton of time left, but Niall I know you must be proud.”

“Maia, I am so proud of you. I don’t think you heard but at the beginning Blake said ‘no she isnt.’ and you did. You smashed it. It was absolutely incredible. I am so glad we chose that song to send you out before the votes are out. That- that was a special moment, at least for me. But i don't think anyone will be forgetting that anytime soon.”

Everyone in the room cheered in agreement and you smiled bashfully. “America!” he addressed. “America. This girl has something special. You know it when you see it, get on that app or get online, do whatever you need to do. Vote for our girl. My girl is special and needs to win this thing.” you gave him a quick thanks as Carson spoke again you waved at the camera sadly for the last time. ‘Hi guys.’ you mouthed to the boys you were sure were watching.

You waved as you walked down the steps for the last time meeting Niall at the bottom of the stairs. “God you look so good.” you whispered in his ear away from the mics both of you had. He flushed as pulled away and you waved as you walked down the stairs watching Niall run his hands through his hair nervously and you giggled. What could you say, that man did things to you.

niallhoran

niallhoran America you know what to do

view comments

harrystyles Cant wait to watch! H.

User0t5 what in 1D reunion is happening here?!?!?!?!!?!?!?

liampayne bear voted!

ot54ever niall.... where'd you get this picture from huh??? 👀

↳ narrystorannn ikkk seems very 'my bf took this' 😳👀😫

zayn Good luck Maia!

louist91 best of wishes

~~~~

@youcan-nolonger-run @ravenclawdirectioner

@luxiorchive @maeflowers653

[boonesfarmsangria]

At the end of the month, Yannis & The Yaw will release the EP Lagos Paris London, a collection of songs that sees Foals frontman Yannis Philippakis team up with late Afrobeat legend Tony Allen. Sessions began back in 2016 but were uncompleted when Allen died in 2020, Philippakis getting the tracks to the finish line with Allen’s trusted team of collaborators in Paris over the past couple of years. It makes for an excellent melding of sounds, a union of Allen’s restless, toppling grooves and Philippakis’ knack for dexterous rock riffs and yearning vocals. Last week, Niall spoke to Yannis over Zoom about how rehearsals for Yannis & The Yaw’s live shows are coming along (see here for ticket and date details), his favourite memories of working with Allen, where the Yannis & The Yaw project could go next and more…

Hello Yannis, how’s it going?

Yeah, good. I got back last night after being away for two weeks, so it’s one of those where the hot water isn’t working, the internet doesn’t work, the house smells like bins…

Haha.  I saw some videos you put up from rehearsals. How are they going?

It was loosely rehearsing, it wasn’t full band. I’ve been going over to Paris semi-regularly now for a few years, obviously to finish the record and since then to explore how to do the live show because without Tony being around, we have to be thoughtful about how to do it. We’ve also got to create more material for the show, because the EP is only about 20 minutes long.

Like an early Foals show!

Yeah, exactly. It’s like when we first headlined Brixton and we played for 40 minutes, the shortest ever headline set at Brixton Academy.

I was at that gig. It wasn’t just that you didn’t have loads of material, it was that you played the songs you had really quickly too.

The nerves controlled the tempo that day.

So have you cracked that nut in terms of what you’re going to do for the Yannis & The Yaw live shows?

We jammed a bit with this Malian guitarist so we’ve got some extra material. We’re going to do some improvised sections, extend certain sections, jam out bits of the songs that people know, and then we might do a couple of Tony Allen covers as well.

We’ve got an amazing band. We’ve got Dave Okumu on guitar. We’ve got Seye Adelekan, who plays bass for lots of people and is the live bass player for Gorillaz and who’s really awesome. I’ve wanted to play with him for a long time. Then the Vincents, Vincent Taurelle and Vincent Taeger, who were the producers and musicians on the EP so I’m quite familiar with playing with those two. And Kit [Monteith, a member of Foals’ live band] on percussion. As a collective, we’ve never played together so there’s definitely a big question mark about how it’s going to come together. But it’s exciting because I have absolute faith that the other guys are going to come and elevate all of the music. There’s some nerves, I want it to do justice to the EP and to Tony and for it not to suck.

Who’s playing drums?

Vincent Taeger. He’s perfect for it. Tony really admired a couple of younger drummers. One of them is Femi from Ezra Collective and the other one was Vincent. Vincent had worked on other Tony Allen records and had been in Tony’s orbit for a long time and knew him intimately to the point where when we were mixing the record, both the Vincents could tell me exactly the frequency that Tony would want his kick drum mixed at and things like that, they know it so intimately that they almost can translate what Tony would have wanted. Because Vincent was in on the sessions, it just felt right.

I love the EP. What’s the full timeframe from when you started it to release?

How many years? I mean, do I have to say?

Yeah.

It’s probably like six or seven years, or maybe the better part of a decade. I think we first got together in 2017, I’m not that good with dates.

I read 2016.

It might well have been 2016.

What’s it like living with a piece of music like that for so long?

For a while, it was OK, because I quite liked to pull out this little trump card late at night at parties when everyone’s playing their own music and I’d be like, ‘Oh, have you heard this stuff I did with Tony Allen?’ and whack it on at three in the morning. It would most often be heard in that kind of setting.

I didn’t want that chapter to close, so part of the reason why I think we didn’t hurry to finish the tracks was that we enjoyed the collaboration with each other. And also, it wasn’t something that was driven by a record label or by an idea of completion. It was an exploration with Tony and we enjoyed jamming with each other. I think that we would have probably done a whole album had things turned out differently. We were enjoying each other’s company, we enjoyed playing so there was a part of it which was pleasant that there was this material bubbling away on the back hob for a long time while he also made other records and I was focusing on Foals. The problem with that obviously was that we didn’t get to complete it while he was alive so that’s the bit that’s the bit where now there’s a feeling of slight remorse that we just didn’t finish it.

But in terms of like having the songs living alongside you unfinished, it wasn’t something that was aggravating to me. I quite enjoyed the fact that they were just there in the ether but it does now feel awesome to have it done and have it out. I think that that needed to happen once Tony passed away. They needed to be completed.

Thinking back to when you first went to Paris to meet Tony in the studio, how did it go in terms of what you were expecting versus what actually happened?

I didn’t really know what to expect, it was all quite French in terms of the communication! Genuinely, when I got to Paris that morning, I didn’t know whether I was playing on a written piece of music that I was going to be slotting into, or if it was one tune or many. In terms of expectation, it was quite loose. All I knew was that I was going to go into a studio with Tony Allen and I was excited. I guess I was a bit anxious about how it was gonna go. I didn’t want to get there and be like, ‘Oh, this isn’t clicking’ or ‘I’m a letdown’ or something.

The not-knowing what I’m walking into would freak me out.

It didn’t freak me out but I just didn’t know. I had a guitar and a loop pedal. I knew if I needed anything, I could find it on that loop pedal. It’s quite a Luddite way of working but I had about 80 loops in this little box that I’d go around with. I went in there and it wasn’t necessarily frosty, but it was kind of quiet. It was a cold morning, pretty early, it was December, it was a bit grim outside. And Tony was sat there in this basement studio and it was already pretty smoky in there.

What was incredible about it was the realisation that we were going to build something from scratch, them saying, ‘Oh no, there’s nothing written, you’re not playing on something that’s pre-written, we’re gonna go in and we’re gonna jam and you’re gonna play with Tony’. That moment was like, ‘Alright, OK’. Once we started playing and just how natural it felt, it’s been one of the peaks of my musical life, the fact that it flowed so well with Tony and there was this innate understanding and appreciation that felt like it was a two way street.

What your favourite memory of hanging out with Tony?

Probably Café OTO because it was the first time that I hung out with him fully socially in London. He came to play a small show at Café OTO in Dalston. It was amazing to watch him onstage, post having played with him, in this intimate venue. He was beckoning me over into his roped-off area, we were drinking whiskey together all night. To see him for the first time in a social context and to remember how much of a legend he is but then also to just be hanging out drinking Chivas Regal with a single cube of ice and a plastic cup well into the night, it was good fun.

Tell me about how some of the songs on the EP came to life. What about the opening track, Walk Through Fire?

Walk Through Fire was super quick. It’s basically the riff that I was checking my set-up in the studio with, it almost felt a bit like ‘Whoa, steady there’ because Tony was already playing along to it and and the producers were recording already. One aspect of the EP was things would happen very quickly in the studio, and then there’d be long lunches. I’d always be like, ‘Guys, can we just get back into the studio now?!’ I had to slow my rhythm down to conform with that way of working. It was Tony’s way of working as well, not to force stuff. He didn’t do many takes. There’s actually audio of me asking him to play something again and him refusing, saying, ‘No!’ and leaving the room.

My voice was feeling really strong at that point as well. I’d come straight off a tour and my voice felt elastic, like the range was kind of at its best. I remember that moment of singing some vocal takes and kind of seeing Tony not expecting that to come out of me. He seemed to be more into my voice than than the guitar stuff.

That must have given you confidence.

Yeah, even though he collaborated widely, I think that’s a point of newness, where it’s a kind of rock energy meeting with his style. We had some discussions about the lyrics, I wanted to make sure that he was included in it, and also to find a point of difference with Foals, so they are less introverted and more outward looking. He wanted the songs to be engaging with the streets or society more.

How did Rain Can’t Reach Us come about? I love that tune.

I do too. It’s one of my favourite pieces of music I’ve been part of. I was basically scrolling through my loops and when we were on that one, people got interested, Tony was like, ‘Let’s try that one’. There was probably five layers of guitars, so one went to the marimba, one went to a keyboard, one went to one guitar and another guitar and there was four of us playing that those parts in the room. And then Tony came in, and then I sang over it. There was definitely work done to it afterwards in terms of all the strings and the keys and stuff, but the first time we played it with Tony, that was it.

Is part of you sad it’s completed now?

Yeah, definitely. I’m really pleased to be releasing it, but there’s also a corner of it in which there’s sadness that we’re not doing it together, even the interviews and stuff. It would’ve been fun to have done them together. I’m looking forward to people hearing the EP in full and playing the shows to celebrate it. The idea of the Yaw means that there is a possibility in the future to collaborate with other people or do a record, some sort of continuation of it. It’s not necessarily a full stop or a dead end, but obviously the material with Tony, this is it, there’s no more.

Is this somewhere you could maybe find a home for the stuff you did with Karl Hyde that’s never seen the light of day? You also once told me you wanted to make a Greek folk record…

I need to figure it out. The Karl Hyde stuff would be awesome, I don’t know where he’s at with that. I’m feeling a pull to wanting to do more with Greek music. I’m not sure where that sits, it might be with this or it might be something different. I need to think it through a bit more. I like the idea that this record is postcards from different locations from different cultures, so maybe a future record could be like that. But this pull towards Greek music is definitely happening and I need to deal with that. That’s the big thing I’ve learned from this project with Tony, it is important to throw yourself into wherever you’re being pulled and finish it as well.

What about Foals, what’s the plans for that at the moment?

It’s at the stage where I think we’re enjoying having a bit of time off, all of us individually. We’re chatting quite a lot. It’s [Foals guitarist] Jimmy’s 40th today, we’re jumping on a call later to virtually wish him happy birthday because he’s on the other side of the world right now. We’re probably going to go to Iceland to hang out towards the end of the year to and we’ll know more about what we’re doing after that. We’re going to go to a remote house in Iceland and see what happens

[dogsliampaynedoesntinstagram]

I’m curious if you have any thoughts on Zayn’s album/album promo? The album charted at #3 in the UK with 15,275 units and at #15 in the US with 29,311, so charts wise there’s a definite improvement from his last album.

This is a really interesting question anon - I haven't listened to much of his album - but I've listened to enough to get a sense of the sound. I haven't seen any of the promo, except what comes across my dash (I haven't had a lot of time this year - as shown by my intermittent appearances here).

I do have some thoughts - but because of my distance there may be a lot that I'm missing. I do think this is noticeably different from Zayn's other albums and album roll-outs.

Zayn's earlier roll-outs came in two different phases - and one blended into another. At first he was doing a lot of promo - and it became increasingly clear that he was doing the promo reluctantly, he wasn't good at it, and it wasn't good for him. This continued as his career went on, even though he was doing less and less (I'm remembering the profile where they went on a boat and Zayn disappeared). He did less and less, and there was less and less promo.

Obviously we don't know - but this feels different. It feels like Zayn is comfortable doing more than he's ever done before, but there's also someone who is working with Zayn, rather than working around Zayn (which is definitely the vibe with the profile on the boat and some of the music videos).

The impression I get is that it's not just that Zayn has got to a place where he's comfortable doing a bit more (although that has happened), but that he's got a team who can see that figuring out what he can do and working from that is more effective than trying to make him what is needed.

I think this change (if I'm right that it exists) is not necessarily about his team being better at their jobs, let alone ethically better. I think it's more an indication of how the environment has changed. It wouldn't have been clear that there was money to be made off Zayn starting with what he can do. In 2015, I imagine that everyone working with 1D (and everyone in 1D) thought the options were Justin Timberlake or a punchline.

The early career of everyone, but Niall seems really shaped by that belief and that fear. But very slowly Niall and Louis have both shown it's not true. I think that their ability to keep going will have made it seem like there are heaps more options (Louis' experience really showed that there was more time than anyone would have imagined).

The new approach seems to have worked - as you've noted. This new approach has given Zayn a solid release (at a really busy time). The real money is in touring (although it's possible that the endorsements are bringing in cash), but this is solid enough that he should be able to continue to do it. I'm really happy for him.

[izacore]

https://www.tumblr.com/louiscinema/714031775910887425/trust-me-when-i-say-the-majority-of-fans-are

excuse this probably very longwinded reply but i have to release it somewhere😭i totally agree, louis and his team no longer know his fanbase and as a consequence it’s dwindling; i’ve always been more of an observer from the outside than an in deep stan so it’s easier for me to admit the difference. louis, his team and fans at this point cling on to the guiness world record and number one in the UK, but fail to understand both of those were achieved by fans they are failing to cater to. they’re too focused on the fact the fandom grew in the pandemic but if i’m being honest a tweet now and again won’t keep pandemic fans engaged much longer and it’ll be an even harsher slap in the face for louis. i don’t like comparing artists much because they all have different styles but going with your example of lewis or even niall and taylor, look how much they engage with fans, how they know their audience meanwhile louis thinks he’s too good for tik tok even if it would boost his audience.

it adds to what you were saying about his personality not showing and him just being laddy now, we know deep down he’s soft and sensitive (look at him giving fans cupcakes) but that’s not the image being portrayed. and the public never see that either so they stereotype him too which adds to the lack of understanding his team and louis have on how to grow his career - the public don’t appreciate people who look like assholes anymore, it’s not the 90s, and unfortunately the indie scene that he’s so insistent on being part of aren’t taking him seriously. he also seems confused regarding his image in terms of getting his music out there with the whole indie image and i fully understand blacklisting is a thing! and louis has probably dealt with it! but saying you don’t make songs for radio then complaining about it? you’re not helping yourself

anyway sorry for the whole thesis😭i think ive just had a lot of unaired thoughts recently especially since the fitf promo and doc and now the asia tour tweet basically saying sorry lol xx i just think a BIG readjustment of his team needs to be done, or he needs to resign somewhere else or unfortunately he’ll end up in the same boat as liam where the only headlines he gets are ones about him begging for a reunion

Hi! Feel free to ramble anytime, I absolutely agree with all that you're saying.

The other thing I was thinking about is what's the future of AFHF is going to be. I know he wants it to grow and become an international, multi-day event, but I just wonder if something at this scale is possible when catering it only to his existing fanbase? I mean ideally, with time, he would probably step down from being a headliner (or you know, wouldn't play both days), so what is their strategy to grow the audience outside of his fans? The festival's account is pretty much dead, it almost got close to none press coverage and there doesn't seem to be any movement to put it out there. I know that it's possibly some time away still and maybe they are working on it but I guess I am just thinking out loud 🤔

[louisisalarrie]

what are your thoughts on ziam & shiall

Oh god I hope I don’t get any hate from this.

I believed in Ziam as well as Larry. Ziam was a massive pairing back in the day, and a huge amount of larries also believed in Ziam, with “captain Niall” and his boys (I love this photo with my whole heart)

Liam was always so gentle with Zayn. He really seemed to take care of him, and paid special attention to make sure he was okay. He was so rough with Louis (and Louis right back at him), but so sweet and soft whenever him and zayn were next to each other, almost to a point of how gentle Louis is with Harry. Larry were obviously wrapped up in each other, exploring and experimenting and falling in love. They often just… were in their own world. We all know that, I won’t go further into it, but Ziam seemed to have something special too, more than a friendship.

I mean, I believe they all looked out for each other, but Liam in particular… I dunno. The way he touched Zayn, gazed at him, made him feel secure and more confident when they all knew Zayn was struggling with anxiety, it just was so beautifully… Soft. I believe they definitely had something going on there.

Let’s put it this way… you’re traveling the world, insanely busy with touring, recording, stunts, promo…rarely a day off. Worked to the absolute bone. But you and your 4 band mates are all in this together, right? You all understand how you feel. You’re not isolated in this experience, and you can find comfort in that, knowing your band mates will be there to hold your hand and keep you strong. It’s a bond like no other.

NOW, while you’re doing all this, you’re obviously deprived romantically and sexually. You’re a teenager/in your early twenties, for gods sake. You might even still be a virgin. And all you want is affection, love, and to, idk, get your rocks off sometimes without your own hand. It’s only human. AND even if you did have a partner outside of the band, they’re not always with you. You’re too busy flying everywhere, and they can’t go everywhere with you, so you’re going months in between having sex and intimate affection, with someone who doesn’t understand your life. You’re stressed trying to keep up a second life outside of the band where you can spend more time with your partner and actually be present in that relationship. But… you just can’t do it. You’re on the road so much, and texts and calls only go so far.

BUT you’re around your 4 other band mates alllllll the time. Who all understand how frustrating it is, and so you obviously show affection to them and help when it gets too much. Hell, sometimes it’s too much for you, but you’ve always been a super caring and loving person and you’re protective of these guys, but in particular, the one who’s struggling the most. You have cuddles, spoon sometimes, and show them that affection that a partner would. However… You don’t really think it’ll get much further than that. You’re straight anyway. You’re sure of it, so you’ll just keep using your own hand whenever you can get a rare bit of privacy for 5 minutes. But it becomes harder to do that when you’re sharing rooms and living on a bus and also… two of your bandmates are in a committed relationship. You’ve been watching them from the start, they made it work, and they always have that affection and those scratches you can’t itch because they’re always together. They’re not leaving a partner behind, they’re consistently getting that itch you can’t scratch. They’re in love.

SO anyway, you also hear… questionable… sounds coming from their hotel room/bunk/dressing room/bloody broom closet all the time. They’re late to things together, looking exhausted and flushed and they’re releasing that stress in a way that you don’t have. They have that connection you’re missing. They feel whole. They protect each other. So… if they can do that, why can’t you? They make it work. Hell, a quick handjob from your bandmate isn’t gonna hurt anyone, and you can release some stress together, and no one needs to know. You can excuse it as pals helping each other out. You’re still straight, after all. It’s just a bit of fun. You won’t fall in love with them, and you’ll still be buddies.

So, you’re having a snuggle with said bandmate, and one thing leads to another (I believe Liam would’ve initiated, personally) and it just kinda happens. It starts off with a quick handjob, and then escalates over time. You spend more and more time doing these intimate things, and you just kinda fall for each other. But, you’ve seen what happens when your bandmates have been wayyyyy too obvious to the GP and fans, so you keep it a bit more quiet. You try to, anyway (poorly). Maybe this feeling of love will pass… except it doesn’t.

Said bandmate then leaves the band. It’s all too much. They need to remove themselves as farrrr as possible from the chaos, and all the anxiety, health issues, and trauma it’s caused them. But you are still in the band. You love that band. So things just kinda… stop. Your bandmate cuts off contact. So you just, stick it out. Maybe try getting an outside partner to fill that gap, and maybe it works. And maybe it doesn’t. You were just kids after all, and they’ll always hold a special place in your heart. And you’ll hope that later you can reconnect. And maybe you do. that connection is so special that even if you’re just friends, it’ll always be there.

Anyway, that’s the hypothetical scenario that I believe happened to Ziam. Ziam fans have been staaaarrrrvvvveedddd since 1d broke up. They have barely seen any connection between the two, unlike larry who continued to be in the spotlight and show us they were still in love. I don’t believe Larry ever broke up, but I believe ziam did. But I’ve seen all the stuff about the Cartier bracelets etc., which is interesting, but I don’t really believe in them being together these days. Who knows? They might prove me wrong. I loved Ziam, so I’m kinda in the middle of yes they are, and no they’re not. Idk. It’s a tricky one without years of back and forth like larry have been doing.

Okay, Shiall.

Let me just say that I’m a Niall girl through and through. I adore all the boys, and have done for 13 years, and I am obviously particularly big on Louis now too, but this doesn’t affect my stance on Shiall.

To be honest with you, I don’t reaaalllyyy know that much about Shiall and why it’s such a massive ship. If you’re happy to send me some evidence or something, I’ll definitely have a look, and I saw the recent video of them together, but yeah. Idk. It’s just… not very believable to me. I believe niall may have experimented a bit in the band like they all did due to my reasoning above, but I don’t really have much of an opinion on his sexuality. If he’s bi, that’s awesome. If he’s gay, great. If he’s straight, that’s cool too. But I do lean more towards him being into women, and not men. Wasn’t there a belief that he was in a committed het relationship for like 3 years of one direction? That was super private? I dunno… maybe I don’t believe it because deep down it is because I’m a Niall girl, but… yeah. I don’t think Shiall is real.

So, in conclusion, thanks for reading this insanely long post.

I believe Larry is real 100%, Ziam was real but I don’t really think it is anymore, and Shiall is not real.

[paigelovesliam1d]

Apparently Niall is the only one from One Direction, who is still working with Modest management, because on the cassette tape of Niall’s new album. It says Modest we’re I circled it in green. I thought all of 1D left modest after 1D went on there never ending break. I only knew Niall was working with Modest for there girls gulf team, but with music. I thought none of the boys were still working with Modest. Modest is the worst management from what I heard. They over worked One Direction, because modest had 1D go on tour every year, and record there next album well on tour. They had 1D released an album every November for 5 years. 1D barely got to see there family. They barely had time to sleep. They had to tour even if they had a cold or a boot cast on there leg. Niall used to have a messed up knee. It was from a time he was playing soccer when he was younger. He needed knee surgery to fix his knee, but modest wouldn’t let him get knee surgery. Then Niall went ahead and got surgery in 2014, and a day or 2 after he had surgery. 1D had to go to an award show. I think it was The MTV VMAs. Niall was soppiest to be resting his knee, but he was walking around on crutches.

I all so heard Little Mix was on Modest management too. I heard Modest thought girl groups weren’t as successful as boy bands, because Fifth Harmony was a girl group from the X Factor and they were working with modest too, and they didn’t do so good. Then there was One Direction, the most successful boy band in the world. So modest was taking money out of girl groups budgets, and giving the extra money to boy bands. Little Mix had to cut tour short one year, because they had no money in budget to go to the US, and they had to do there own makeup for tour, because they had no money to get a makeup artist

[niallsgoldhoop]

small talk

niall horan one shot seven thousand words cw - sexual content, harsh language, spitting, spanking, name calling

The lighting inside of this place is dim, but not dim enough that I can’t still make out the slight tan line from where my wedding ring used to sit. 

Calloused fingers with tan skin, the thin sliver on my ring finger where my ring used to sit taunts me of what I miss more than anything in this world. 

I dropped the kids off a few hours ago and my heart hurts knowing that I’m going to be without their sweet laughs and giggles for the next three days, making my weekend longer than it should have ever been in the first place. 

Amber liquid sits in the glass tumbler in front of me, the same drink that she used to order, one that still tastes like her if I close my eyes and think about it hard enough. I try not to let my thoughts wander, knowing that she’s the last person I want to even start to think of.

With the sleeves of my cream colored shirt rolled up, I trace the pattern of the stitched design with my fingertips. I remember how dumb that my comments were when Rigby bought me this shirt, how I went on and on about how something could cost this much, making a complete ass out of myself in the moment. 

Now I wear it when I want to remember her the most. 

As I think about her, I curse myself and down the rest of my glass before holding my fingers in the air, signaling that I need another round to take my mind off of everything it doesn’t need to be on. 

She wasn’t here. 

Rigby wasn’t here. 

I sigh as the waitress drops off another drink to my seat at the bar, leaving me with a wink that makes my stomach curl. Bringing the old fashioned up to my lips, I let my eyes scan across the bar and study the people that mill about inside. 

You’ve got women out with their friends, men dressed up in suits looking for a release at the end of the work day, guys out just to watch the game, and then there’s me… 

A guy looking to forget the brunette with green eyes that stole his heart inside of a pub almost a decade ago.

Rigby and I.

Fuck if were the match of a lifetime. 

Shaking my head, I try to clear my head of the way she always looked in the mornings — her least favorite time of day. 

Even after Rory and Finn were born, Rigby hated mornings and even our children took after her. So there I was, stuck with three cranky children every morning. 

Rory and Finn were cranky until they got chocolate chips on their waffles while Rigby was cranky up until the first ‘I Love You’ came from my lips, nothing a kiss in our pantry couldn’t solve. 

Unable to control my thoughts I lift the glass to my lips and tilt it towards the ceiling, letting the rest of it glide down my throat and wash down the memories of yesterday's past. 

When I place the glass back on the bartop, I hear the bell to the entrance open and my eyes can’t help but look at who the newest occupant is. 

My eyes zero in on a pair of emerald green heels, straps wrapped around delicate ankles that tie into a perfect bow. Following the flawless skin of the longest legs I’d ever laid eyes on, my eyes take in every detail about the black dress that ends just at the knee but with a slit that rides all the way up to the upper part of their thigh. 

If their legs weren’t catching my attention for the first time tonight, the perfect tease of cleavage hidden behind the sinfully low neckline would do the trick. 

Shifting on the barstool, my cock twitches in my pants when the blonde turns around and shows off her perfect ass. 

My god. 

In a last ditch effort to make sure I didn’t look like a fucking psychopath, I pull out my phone. 

A smile spreads across my face to see both of my little hellions on the screen. Rory was standing in front of me with her little hot pink soccer jersey and holding her new first place trophy while Finn was wearing his own little green soccer jersey, crying and reaching for his sister's trophy because he wasn’t interested in the one he already had in his own hand. 

Rory’s pigtails were crooked because even after five years I still couldn’t get them straight, not that she ever let me forget saying ‘mommy could do them right’.

I know, kid. 

I know she could. 

Closing my eyes, I try not to think about her. 

Again. 

“Is this seat taken?” A feminine voice makes me snap open my eyes, looking to my left to see the vivacious blonde standing next to me with her gaze on the open barstool next to me. “If not, that's okay.”

If I thought she looked incredible from across the room, I surely wasn’t prepared for how she would look standing right next to me. 

“No, no. Go ahead.” 

The smell of her perfume lingers as she sits in the chair, crossing one leg over the other and exposing even more of her thigh that makes me feel like I can’t focus on anything else. 

Bad Niall. 

“God, this place is busy.” Her voice is smooth and rich, much like the drink I wish I hadn’t already had. “Can I get a margarita on the rocks please?”

I watch as she captivates the bartender, his eyes veering very, very far from her face as she orders and for once — I can’t blame him because my eyes are already there too. 

Quickly regaining any sense of decency left in my body, I subconsciously rub my left ring finger, still feeling as empty as I always do without it. 

“Long day?” 

Turning to face the blonde woman, a half smile stretches  across my face as I run my hand through my hair, thinking back to this morning. 

One with two grumpy children, neither of which could be consoled by a handful of chocolate chips. 

Rory wanted to wear her Rapunzel dress to school, which was impossible considering they were going on a field trip to a farm. Even after I kneeled in front of her and explained it, she still threw herself on the tile floor and cried. 

I swear she cried harder than I did when she walked away from me and into the door of her kindergarten class on the first day of school. 

Then we have Finn. 

While Rory was crying over her inability to be able to annihilate her dress from Disney World that my parents bought her in Paris when we visited, Finn was crying over how many green fruit loops were in his cereal bowl. 

Apparently today he all of a sudden hates the color green. Even after I picked all the green ones out, he still wouldn’t stop crying, claiming the whole bowl was contaminated.

By the time I got both of my children loaded in the car — Rory in her Rapunzel dress and Finn with a stomach full of Lucky Charms — I was an hour late to The Bunk Off. 

“Yeah, I guess you could say that.” Her eyes linger on mine while I speak, making me almost forget that my children were absolute heathens. “Long day for you too?”

She blows out a breath, followed by a light laugh as she breaks her gaze from me to thank the bartender for the drink he put down in front of her. “Oh, always. You try working in an office of men who constantly act like the world owes them something and tell me you don't leave working needing some kind of release.”

No, don’t even think about it. 

Bad, bad Niall. 

While I told myself I would just have a couple drinks and head back home to an empty house, I find myself ordering another drink and shifting in my seat so my body leans into the woman just the slightest bit. 

Curious, I raise my brow in her direction. “What do you do?” 

“Divorce lawyer.” I don’t miss the way her lips turn up into a smile at her own answer. “I spend my entire day with men who want to act like children which means I pay an astronomical amount of money to drink at a hotel bar. But it works out in my favor because I always take advantage of the spa the next day.”

Now that she’s closer to me, I can smell her perfume. It’s nothing too heavy, but a light fruity scent that could draw anyone in. 

“I could see how that would guarantee the need for drinks on a Friday night. You have my utmost praise for dealing with man-children all day.” A soft laugh falls from my lips and mixes with her own as she rolls her eyes, making my mind think about whether she rolls her eyes in other situations as well. “Cheers to men who don’t act like children.”

My glass hovers in the air as she eyes it intensely, so much so that I’m about to set my glass back on the bartop before she clinks them together, taking a long drink out of hers through the skinny straw that’s been provided. 

“Reese.” Thrusting her hand out in front of me, I study it with a careful eye. 

Taking her hand gently in my own, I make note of the softness of her skin — a feeling that I haven't felt in what feels like forever. “Niall.”

Devoid of an engagement ring or a wedding ring, I let out a quick breath. 

Definitely don’t want to go down that road again. 

Imagine being so close to your own climax when the woman underneath you tells you that she’s married.

“So, Niall.. What brings you here alone? Surely you’ve got to be married or at least dating someone?” Looking at me over her glass, I can practically see the gears turning in this woman’s head. “If not, then I'm sorry for assuming.”

“No, no.” Liquor coats my tongue as I search for the right answer. “No girlfriend and uh, no wife.”

The feeling of the words coming off of my tongue makes me feel slightly nauseated, like I’d rather chop my own tongue off than have to say them again. 

Reese doesn’t respond, she just nods before averting her gaze away from me. 

At this angle, I can make out the gentle slope of her nose as well as her high cheekbones. Pair that with the elegant way her neck seems to curve down into her shoulders and you’ve got an incredible sight for sore eyes. 

“So tell me, what do you do? You know what I do, so what does the quietest man in this bar do?”

Running my hand through my hair, I watch her eyes move to my bicep as her tongue runs along her bottom lip. I haven’t forgotten about the way my pants are fitting tighter as she shifts in her seat, the slightest change in the way she’s crossing her legs in her chair and it stirs something deep inside me. 

“Well, I own a pub.” 

Cocking her head to the side, I can’t help but laugh. “If you own your own place then why are you here — drinking?” 

Shifting in her seat, I try not to let it show the moment her foot makes contact with my calf. 

“I’ll let you in on a secret..” Taking a deep breath and blocking any outside thoughts from

my brain, I lean over and let my lips brush against her ear. “I don’t like to mix business with pleasure, you know? It can make for a very, very messy cleanup.” 

I know I’m not imagining it when I hear the way her breath catches in her chest or the way I see her fingers flex on the glass of her drink, clearly I’m not the only one aroused in this conversation. 

“How messy exactly?” With her glass to her lips I watch as she swallows down the last of her drink, willing myself not to come undone when her tongue glides alone her bottom lip to make sure she tastes every last drop of the liquor. “Actually, just say nothing. I think I can picture it.”

What is happening right now?

“Excuse me, can I get my check?” My breath catches in my throat as she places her hand on my thigh while she leans forward to signal the bartender. “You can add his to my tab.”

“No, no— you don’t have to do that! Here.” Reaching into my pocket, I pull out my wallet and grab my card and all but throw it at the bartender who could care less. “I’m not about to let you do that.”

Besides, I haven’t paid for another woman’s drinks in years. 

I guess now is as good a time as ever to start.

While the man runs my card, I turn to find her already looking at me with a look that I can’t run and hide from, not with her stare on me. 

In my entire existence, I think the only other time that I’ve felt time drag on as long as it is waiting for this man to bring me back my card resulted in the birth of my two children. 

But as I sit here, time drags on so slowly I think it’s been at least a year when the man hands me the receipt and pen. 

Signing my name down at the bottom, I stand from my stool at the same time my new companion abandons hers. Looking at me from over her shoulder, I can’t stop the way my eyes trail down her body — thinking what I’m going to do when I’m alone with her. 

We walk in silence to the elevator but the energy between us is buzzing, like a live power line that’s been knocked down by a powerful storm. 

Stepping in behind her, I lick my lips as she peers up at me with a familiar mischievous glint to her emerald eyes. Turning and pressing her ass into me, my hands immediately grip her waist and pull her into me as my lips fall to her neck. 

“Where to, Niall?”

A low laugh falls from my lips as I let the lust that’s been fueling my body for the last hour and half take over as I bite down on her earlobe. 

“Straight up to your room.”

Bringing my attention to her neck, I nip and suck at her smooth skin and smile into my actions when I hear a whimper fall from her lips as her hands clutch mine along her waist. “Fuck, touch me. Please. 

“You want me to touch you in this elevator, baby?” My words are hot on her skin yet goosebumps race across the surface as one of my hands slide from her waist to the apex of her thighs and slips under her dress. “What floor are you on?”

She doesn't answer me as she tips her head back onto my shoulder, the blonde hair smelling faintly of pear shampoo. “I’m on the twenty third floor.” 

“Think I can get you off that fast? Hmm?” Smirking against her skin, my finger runs along the drenched material that covers her center. “I need you to answer me or I’m not going to touch you at all.”

“Yes, but anybody can get on this elevator though!” I can sense the panic in her voice as I slip the material to the side and run my finger through her. 

I moan out at how wet she is for me. “Guess I better be quick then.”

Without waiting for a response, I thrust my middle finger into her at the same time my other hand finds her pebbled nipple through her dress and brings it between my thumb and pointer finger which makes her throw her head back with a loud moan. 

“Gonna take my fingers here in this elevator? Didn’t know you were so easy.” Adding another finger to her pleasure, I make sure to put extra pressure on her clit as I work the area quicker while continuing my assault on her neck. 

Her hand grips my wrist as we both stare at the numbers climbing on the elevator wall. “Me either, fuck. Niall!”

“Come on, do my fingers feel that good? Already feel your tight cunt clenching around them. All you have to do is let go, relax. If you want it, you can have it.” Husky and low, my own voice is mixed with a moan when she reaches behind her and grips me through my pants. “You wanna touch my cock, is that it?”

“Yes.” 

Her breathless moans finally reach their peak when we pass the nineteenth floor as she comes all over my fingers, silently moaning out into the air of this elevator before letting her body relax back into mine to catch her breath. 

While I may be having sex with a women in a hotel, I’ve not forgotten my manners as I kiss the side of her neck and run my hand up and down her waist before the elevator door opens and we walk out onto her floor. 

“I’m in, um, fuck.. Room 2334.”

Silently we make our way around the corner and I don’t dare take my eyes off her ass as it sways from side to side in her black dress, the way her long legs look make me imagine them wrapped around my waist which is exactly where I intend to have them in the next five minutes. 

The card beeps once it’s been waved in front of the automatic lock, swinging open to reveal a large room with floor to ceiling windows and a massive king sized bed in the middle. 

In my moment of weakness for the skyline of Boston, two delicate hands push against my chest and make my back slam against the door. “Cat got your tongue?”

Lips meet mine at an urgent speed, immediately parting my own and letting me taste the liquor that still lies on her tongue. I moan into the kiss when I feel those same hands leave my chest behind to fall to my waistline, undoing my pants and pulling them down just far enough that my aching cock springs up against my stomach. 

“Look at you. You were so quick to comment how wet I was as you fucked me with your fingers on the elevator, but look at you..” My mouth hangs open as she strokes me with determination, her thumb coming out to swipe at the precome leaking from my swollen tip. “You’re so hard for me and I’ve barely touched you, Ni.”

I can feel her leave open mouthed kisses along my neck as she stops to bite along the skin every so often, making me thrust up into her hand at a slow pace. 

Not enough that I’m going to come undone, but enough that the friction is driving me crazy. 

“Shit, I didn’t know the woman I was meeting tonight was such a tease.” There’s a hint of sarcasm to my voice, but mostly it’s just driven by lust as I look into her eyes just seconds before she lowers herself to her knees in front of me. 

“No small talk, it just gets in the way.”

Those are her final words before she takes me into her heavenly warm and wet mouth, her tongue flattening underneath my heavy cock as she sucks and bobs her head at a dangerous pace. 

The back of my head hits the door as pleasure shoots through every single nerve fiber in my body, from the tips of my fingers to the tips of my toes I can feel myself getting burned by the fire. 

“Baby, fuck.” Tangling my fingers into the blonde hair, I choke on my own moan when she pulls off of me only to flick her tongue on the most sensitive part of me. “If you don’t stop I'm going to come, fuck. Rigby.” 

The name falls from my lips at the same time that my eyes snap open and the motion between my legs stops two seconds before the woman between my legs laughs. 

“Seriously Niall? Again?” Standing up from her place on the floor, Rigby looks at me with her bright green eyes full of humor. “Are you going to forget whatever name I pick every time we do this?”

I reach forward with both hands and pull her to me as my lips find hers in a messy and passionate kiss, making sure that the very convincing blonde wig she’s managed to put on comes off, letting her brunette hair fall free around us. 

“To be fair, I doubt you want to hear me moan out another woman’s name while your pussy milks me for everything that I have. Am I wrong?” Reaching my hand to her side, I pull on the tiny zipper and groan as the fabric falls to the floor. “Also, I can only act for so long. You own me, clover. Don’t like acting like I’m not married to the finest woman I’ve ever fucking seen.”

Standing in front of me now is the same woman I fell in love with all those years ago. 

Only now, she’s got a couple more tattoos and her body is even curvier. 

I didn’t think it was possible to be more turned on by Rigby, but watching her carry and give birth to our children? 

Watching her tell me it wasn’t the end of the world that Rory got a Rapunzel dress muddy — saying we owned a washing machine for a reason?

Watching her tell Finn that when the color green hurts her feelings she eats Lucky Charms — the cereal daddy always brings her to cheer her up?

Yeah. 

I’m never not turned on by my wife. 

“Okay, you’ve proved your point.” Rigby sounds breathless as I lean down to kiss her again, taking my kiss from her lips and down her neck and making sure to suck a dark bruise just below where the collar of her work blouses sit. “I love you, fuck.”

Gently nipping at her sensitive nipple, my hands wrap around her waist to flip her backwards and press her ass against my throbbing cock as I walk us forward as I leave kisses against her temple. 

The view of Boston spreads out in front of us as we stop in front of the window. “I love you too, clover. Now let me show you.”

Wrapping an arm around her collarbone, her back curves into my chest as I push her forward and her body presses into the cool window eliciting a gasp from the temperature change against her hot skin. 

Finding her swollen clit like it’s my home, my fingers work like they’ve never had another job in their life while I bring her nipple between my pointer finger and my thumb again while I pinch hard enough that she moans and I feel her body shiver in my arms. 

Over the years, Rigby and I have explored our sex lives more than we ever thought possible. 

Both of us are kinky as hell, which works in both of our favor.  

Tonight wasn’t the first time we met in a bar and acted like we didn’t know each other, and it sure as hell won’t be the last time either. 

The same goes for being able to read each other’s bodies like a well worn book. I know that as soon as I apply almost enough pressure for it to be painful to her nipple and thrust two fingers into her, that she’ll come on the spot. 

So that’s what I do. 

“Good girl, that’s my baby.” Kissing the back of her neck, I hug her body into mine as her legs tremble from trying to hold herself up. “You look so beautiful when you come for me, so fucking beautiful. You know that, right?”

Turning in my arms, I kiss her and walk backwards to the bed and turn us at the last second and lay her down on the million thread count sheets. “Mmhmm, you tell me all the time, charms.”

“Good, don’t you forget it either.” Shedding the rest of my clothes, my eyes meet hers. 

I kiss her gently and rest my palms on the mattress to hold my body above hers while I slide down, taking her nipple in my mouth and teasing her until she squirms underneath me. “Want to taste you again, Niall. Please.”

Hearing the most powerful woman on the planet beg for me? 

Am I supposed to say no to that?

“Here.” Laying down on the bed, she raises one eyebrow in my direction. “You sit on my face and let me fuck you with my tongue while you fuck me with your mouth, yeah?”

As eager as ever, Rigby throws her legs over my torso and faces the foot of the bed while she shuffles backwards until her perfect wet, pink pussy rests right above my mouth. 

Running my hands up her thighs, I take a greedy handful of her ass in each palm before pulling her down to sit on my face while moaning out at the feeling of her taking my cock all the way into the back of her throat. 

She tastes like the only thing I want for the rest of my life as I flatten my tongue and run it through her, using the tip of the strong muscle to flick against her clit which makes her whimper against my cock and the vibrations from that have me leaking into her mouth at a rapid rate. 

While I feast on her, she uses her hand to wrap around me and twist while she brings her mouth up and down on me in a perfect combination that she knows will have me coming down her throat if she keeps it up. 

Not to be outdone, I bring one hand off her ass and bring it down hard enough to make her jerk on top of me at the same time I bring her clit into my

mouth, sucking harshly and nibbling the spot with my teeth and with one final spank, she comes again for me at the same time she brings me to my own demise, swallowing everything as she tries to ride out her own orgasm. 

“Rigby, fuck.” Out of breath, she rolls next to me on the bed before kissing me, letting her tongue meet mine so we can taste each other. “My perfect wife.”

I cradle her chin in my hand as I look at her while my other hand reaches to tuck a strand of her sweaty hair behind her ear. 

All these years she’s been there for me. 

When Harry and I opened another pub, she was there for me. Crunching the numbers and offering her advice all along the way. 

When I had to quit playing recreational soccer because I broke my leg? She was there. Taking me to therapy and forcing me to do the exercises even when I didn't want to, making me better. 

When I cried the day my little girl walked into kindergarten like she didn’t need her daddy anymore? She was there to remind me that I got to scare away every boy who came into her life for the rest of eternity. 

As she smiles at me right now, it’s full of bliss and it’s lazy. 

She’s been just as busy as I have been over the years. 

Carrying both of our children through high risk pregnancies, not to mention coming out a survivor through two miscarriages that broke both of us to the core. 

Rigby was now an owner of Byrne & Klein, owned by her and June. They bought out the men, making them one of the top women owned and ran accounting firms on the East Coast. 

My brilliant, brilliant lover. 

Not to mention, we both coached the kids soccer team and although I was calm and collected.. Rigby found her way back out into the parking lot more often than not for using one too many colorful words one too many times. 

“My perfect, Ni.” Finding my lips with hers, she starts a lazy, passionate kiss. 

It doesn’t take long for it to become needy, it never does. 

Throwing one leg over me, I cup Rigby’s perfect tits in my hand with a rough squeeze when she rocks her center against me. “You still hard for me, baby?”

“I’m always hard for you, what do you mean?” I laugh into her kiss for only a second before I tip my head back at the feeling of her clit rubbing against the sensitive ridge of my cock. “You gonna fuck me, clover mama?”

“Always.” I watch in awe as she positions me at her entrance and sinks down on me in one motion, not being able to decide if I want my eyes on her face, tits, or where we are connected. “Ah, fuck. You fill me up so fucking good, always full when you are inside me. Fucking me. Loving me.”

Placing my hands on her waist I match her rhythm as I fuck into her, my rough movements making her tits bounce with so much force I’ve decided I’m never looking away from them as I lean up to nip her with my teeth a couple of times. 

“I need more, Niall. I need it.” 

Her wish is my command as I pull her down flush with my chest and slam my hips up into her as she cries out into my chest at the pressure, giving her exactly what she needs. 

“Are you going to come again for me? Let yourself go all over my cock?” My own voice is strained as I try to hold myself together, knowing that she’s about to be so pissed at me. “Come on, don’t be shy.”

Hair sticks to her forehead and her body is covered in a sheen of sweat as I feel her start to contract around me, squeezing me so good that I have no choice but to pull out before I let go before I’m ready. 

“Are you fucking joking me?” Red cheeks match the animosity in her gaze as I roll us over, bending down to suck her clit in my mouth for a few seconds which has her screaming out before I pull back and sit on my heels, pumping my cock slowly in my hand as I look down at her gorgeous body. “Fuck you, asshole. I was so close.”

“No, I’m not joking.” Slapping the side of her thigh, I gesture towards the bed with my chin. “Get on your hands and knees.”

“No.” If there’s one thing about Rigby, it’s that she’s going to be a brat. “Don’t tell me what to do.”

Reaching up, I grip her jaw harshly but soft enough that I know I won't hurt her. “I said get on your hands and knees for me, slut.”

A moan comes from deep in her throat and I smirk as the fire I love so much blazes in her eyes. “Or what? You gonna punish me, daddy?”

Strengthening my grip enough to keep her mouth open, I lean over her and spit directly onto her tongue, watching as her eyes roll back into her head before she swallows. 

“Is that what you want? For me to punish you? For me to fuck you so hard you can’t see straight, hmm?” I know my words have the desired effect when Rigbys breath hitches in her chest and she nods a moment before breathing out a yes. 

Tilting my head down, I let a low chuckle fall from my lips before I lean back over her and instead of gripping her jaw — I drop my hand to her neck, putting pressure in the places she needs it to get a proper, safe head rush. 

“I said, get on your hands and knees..” Biting her bottom lip, I pull it back roughly and when I see a small drop of crimson, I flick my tongue across the spot to collect it. “Right the fuck now.”

Finally rolling onto her stomach, I pull her hips up as my palm runs down the middle of her back to push her face down into the mattress before taking her hands, clasping them together and holding them behind her back. 

With my other hand I smooth it over the porcelain skin of her ass before cracking my palm against it, making her cry out. “What’s our rule, hmm?” 

“I, it’s— Ah!”

Bringing my palm down in the same place, I watch as the skin turns slightly pink from the impact. 

“Rigby, I asked you a question.” Trading which of my hands hold hers, I repeat my actions on her other ass cheek, watching her jolt and moan beneath me. “I expect you to answer me.”

“If I want to act like a brat..” A moan falls from her lips as I slide two fingers inside of her, moaning myself at how fucking wet she is. “Then I get treated like a brat.”

“Correct.” I pull my fingers back only to fuck into her with three and the sounds filling up the room have my cock painfully aching with how turned on I am, it’s insane. “Listen, I know you thought you were going to get to come again around my cock, but how about you beg for it instead.”

Pushing her hips back into my hand, I bring my palm down on her skin. “Please, I—“

“You what? If you want my cock, you beg for it while I fuck you with my fingers and until I think you’ve begged enough, yeah? Do not even think about coming until I say you can or we are going to start this all over again. Do you understand me?”

Nodding into the mattress, I let out a quick prayer that I can hang on as my fingers find the spot that drivers her wild. “Please, Niall. Fuck, fuck.. I need you.”

“You’re going to have to do better than that.” Picking up my pace, I ease another finger into her and listen as she moans out incoherent phrases at the feeling. 

“I'll do anything. I need your cock, need you to fill me up..” I watch as her eyes roll back into her head as her body jerks when I find a particularly delicious spot inside of her. “Your come needs to be inside me, baby. I want it so bad. There's not anything I want more than to milk your cock so good, fill me up until I’m spilling out for you..”

With that I pull my fingers out of her and line my throbbing cock up with her, thrusting in all the way and tilting my head up towards the ceiling as my moan is loud and deep, bouncing off the walls. “God, you fucking pull me in like you need me so bad, like this pussy is made for me and only me. Letting me fuck you so goddman hard.” 

“Niall.. I’m so close. Please, don’t stop.” I continue to thrust into her deep and hard, making contact with her g-spot and making her legs tremble as we both find ourselves on the edge of our release. 

“You feel so good.” 

“You know, I really liked the blonde.” My pace picks up as she clenches around me. “You looked so fucking good.”

“You think?” Barely audible from her pleasure, Rigby manages to get the words out. “Maybe I’ll dye it blonde.”

I choke on a moan as I near my end, getting so close. “It doesn’t matter if you dye your hair hot pink, I’m still going to bend you over and fuck you like the slut that you are, yeah clover baby?”

“Ni, give me another baby. Please, fill me up and give me another one.” Her moan is loud as my pace falters at the thought of seeing her pregnant again. “I want it so bad, let me have it.”

Rigby only lasts a couple more strokes as she comes undone, coming so hard that she nearly pushes me out as I finish deep inside of her, filling her with my release. 

Staying seated inside of her, I rub my hand up and down her back as she lays spent beneath me. “Did you mean it? Rigby, tell me you meant it.”

Pulling out I roll her over onto her back and can’t help but lean down and kiss her, letting our tongues meet for only a moment. “Yes, I want another baby. Please. Just one more time, give me more.”

“Baby, you’re so tired.” I cup her cheek as I look down at her. “We can talk and keep trying.”

She shakes her head as she looks up at me, determination in her tired eyes. “Please.”

As much as I feel like my orgasm emptied everything from my body, I know that as long as she says please, I’ll do whatever she wants. Looking down I can see where my come is dripping out of her perfect pussy, so I slowly slide back in, leaning over Rigby on my elbows and bringing my lips to hers. 

“I love you so much, pretty clover girl.” My hips meet hers in a slow, gentle pace as she tips her head backwards into the pillows. “I’ll give you as many babies as you want.”

Rigby brings her hands up to cup my face as I thrust into her, feeling her legs shake from her overstimulation. “I want as many babies as we can make, love having a family with you, the perfect dad, the perfect husband, the perfect lover.. Oh, fuck.”

I feel as she contracts and releases around me, pumping her through her euphoria as I take one of her nipples in my mouth and suck lightly before I feel myself come again only a few minutes later. 

Keeping myself inside of her, I roll us over gently, tucking her into my side as she collapses against me. “We can stay like this for a little while, but then we have to get up and get you cleaned up, okay?”

I can feel her nod into my chest as I run my fingers through her hair, giving her twenty minutes before I’m pulling out of her and carrying her to the bathroom. 

“Come on baby, let’s take a bath. Let me clean you up and then we can sleep all night.”

•

As good as it feels to spend the weekend holed up in a hotel, having uninterrupted sex with my wife… There’s not a greater feeling than seeing my kids running towards me and launching themselves into my arms. 

“Daddy, daddy! Look what I made!”

I pull back and look down at the paper Rory holds in front of her. “Let me guess… That’s Moana?”

Laughing as Rory looks at her mom with her mouth wide open in shock, she turns back to me with a look of disdain. “No, look, it's Rapunzel! Everyone knows Moana  has pretty brown hair like mommy— not yellow. Silly daddy!”

“I’ll show you silly!” Picking her up in her Rapunzel pajamas, I tickle her sides as she squeals and laughs, relaxing her body into mine. “Where’s my other cutie?”

Finn launches himself at Rigbys legs, making her laugh as she stumbles and falls over in the front yard. “Easy buddy!” Reaching for him and pulling him into her arms, she nuzzles him in a motherly embrace while she kisses his little face all over as he laughs and puts his chubby little hands on her cheeks. His dirty blonde hair is a mess but his striking green eyes are full of trouble.

“Pretty mama!” leaving a wet kiss on her cheek, I smile at Rigby as we look at the beautiful and healthy children in our arms. 

“How’s my baby girl? Did you have fun at Uncle Harry’s house?” Rory nods in my arms, launching into a story about how Harry dressed up at Ariel while she played in her  Rapunzel dress. 

Rigby holds Finn in her arms and pinches his little red cheeks before tickling his ribs. “And what about you, what did you and Uncle Harry do?”

“We ate peas!” 

Both Rigby and I burst out laughing as Harry joins us and Rigby rolls her eyes, looking at Harry. “I guess there was a reason we gave Finn your middle name. You are both pea lovers and that worries me.”

“Finn loves peas? Yuck!” Rory makes an exaggerated gagging noise as I hear the last member of our family finally making their way out of the house and down to my feet. 

“There’s my other girl! What have you done all weekend, Guinny?” 

What is it that they say about all dads and the dogs they didn’t want? 

Yeah. 

That’s me and our black and brown dachshund, Guinness. 

At least I got to name her. 

“Well other than the one time she threw up in the kitchen? She’s been fine.” I look at Harry as he rolls his eyes before looping his arm around Margo’s waist. “But the resident veterinarian here said she’s fine, someone just fed her too many snacks.”

I don’t even have to guess which child of mine is the snack smuggler, looking at Rory in my arms as she fiddles with her hands in front of her, making eye contact with the birthmark on the side of her left hand. 

“Rory James, what have we told you about feeding the doggie too many snacks?” I try to be stern, but she’s so fucking cute with her brown hair and light blue eyes it’s impossible. 

She sighs as her shoulders deflate. “That if I feed the doggie too many snacks then her tummy gets upset just like daddy’s does when he eats too much cheese.”

“Exactly.” Rigby smiles as she tries not to laugh just like me. “We gotta remember that, okay? Remember how grumpy daddy gets when he doesn’t feel good?”

“Hey!” Jumping in to defend myself, everyone starts laughing before poking fun in my direction. “Alright, alright. Let’s get out of Uncle Harry’s hair and go home, okay?”

“Kids go get your bags!” Letting go of Rory and Finn, I watch them disappear into my best friend's house as I wrap my arm around Rigby’s waist. 

Leaning in, my lips brush against her ear before I kiss her gently. 

“Come on, let’s take our babies home, clover baby.”

* more on wattpad @ niallsgoldhoop *

[themultifandomgal]

From 2010- Zach Sang Show

Part 54

2016

“I’m hanging out in the studio right now with YN YLN”

“Hi. Thanks for having me” I smile at Zach

“Thank you for being here. How are you feeling? A lot is happening right now for you. This is your first solo interview, your releasing your first solo album and your going on tour with Justin Bieber. Like does it feel strange without the boys with you?”

“Yes really strange” I nod nervously laughing

“Have you spoken to any of them or seen them since last year?”

“Yeah we text each other at least once a week. I spent new year with Harry which was lovely”

“How do you feel about being solo?”

“It’s mixed emotions really. I’m so excited to release the album and go on tour, but I’m also so scared. Like when I was with the boys I had that constant support, if I forgot lyrics they were there to help me, but now I’m on my own”

“Let’s talk about your upcoming album. You let me listen to it before hand and it’s a masterpiece”

“Aww thank you” I shift in my seat

“What was the writing process like? You wrote My Everything/Ghostin’ and ‘Break Your Heart Right Back on tour didn’t you?”

“Yeah. I’m so grateful for Liam, Harry, Louis and Niall for helping me turn my thoughts into songs. They started off as random sentences in my notebook. I never planned on making them into actual songs but then Harry got hold of my note book and within a few weeks on tour we had wrote the two songs. Niall helped come up with the melody and Louis recorded it on his phone. Liam was just the hype man. I kind of forgot about the songs until it came to writing the album. I wrote ghosting in a day. It was a bad day with an ex and it just all came out. It wasn’t supposed to go on the album, I never finished it, but Harry was a huge help and he was the one who suggested to put them both on the album. I trust him and his instincts”.

“This album feels very personal”

“Oh 100%” I went through stages during the writing process for the album. I was angry. Angry at the men in my life who have hurt me. I was angry at myself for letting them, but then came the heartache, the questioning myself, like how could I have let the same thing happen over and over again. This album is a true break up album that goes through the emotions of wanting to leave that person, but being in your head and wanting to make it work”

“It’s almost like a diary entry”

“Yeah pretty much. I mean..” I sigh looking at the ceiling “for me me it’s about telling to world how I’m feeling, but in an enjoyable way I guess. I’m 22 now and if I’m not invested in these songs then what’s the point” I shrug

“Is that the worst part that it’s all personal?”

“No no not at all” I shake my head “I don’t have to pretend. I never want to pretend. I want to be open about what I’ve been through and what I go through”

“You look back to when you were on X Factor to your One Direction days to now as a solo artist, can you pinpoint what you’ve learnt”

“I was young when I started in this industry, I was the youngest member of One Direction, plus the only girl, I had a lot of other girls dislike me. I was ‘the worst member’” I said doing air quotes with my hands “at first it got to me. I went on antidepressants and I was speaking to a therapist multiple times a week, but I learnt that there’s no point listening to the hate. Most of them were jealous and I just think if you dislike my voice then just don’t listen. It’s hard to ignore it when there’s so many rumours and opinions”

“It’s life changing to let go”

“Oh 100%”

“I have to ask, how’s Cookie?”

“She’s great. She’s come with me today actually”

“Really? Can we see her?”

“Of course. Dad can I have Cookie?” I turn around to look at my dad. He nods his head and quickly goes to get my dog. I then hear her little paws running “Cookie! Hi baby girl” I pick her up and place her on my lap

“I feel like Cookie is your mascot” Zach laughs, I laugh along with him

“The fans normally get more excited to see her than me”

“Can we talk about going on tour with Justin Bieber? How did that come about?”

“It’s funny actually” I laugh shifting in my seat before taking a quick sip of water “while we were in LA last year we met Justin. He ask what our plans were for this year and when I said I was writing an album he asked me to go on tour with him to promote it. He’s been so supportive of the album”

“Ghostin/My Everything comes out this week”

“Yeah on Friday. It will be the anniversary of Alex’s passing. It’s going to be an emotional day, but I wanted to dedicate those songs to him. The music video will be a lyric video with photos and videos of Alex growing up. He was one of my biggest supporter so it’s only right I dedicate my first single to him”

“I just have to say you are so strong”

“I couldn’t do it without my friends and family. They are my crutches. I’m so incredibly grateful for them and I’m not sure I can ever repay them for everything they’ve done, especially my dad and Emma”

“Speaking of Emma she’s become part of your team now hasn’t she?”

“Yeah she’s my PA. I wouldn’t wake up on time if it wasn’t for her” I joke making is both laugh

“That’s all the time we have. Thank you so much for coming on the show”

“No thank you I had a good time”

“Good look with the album and tour. Your going to kill it”

“I hope so”

“YN YLN everyone”

[homosociallyyours]

Can I hear about 5dol?

YES OK

So waaaaaayyyyy back in 2018 one of my fave louies (Rhi, who's no longer on tumblr) did a project called 5 days of Louis. I wrote fic for 4 of the 5 days, each one inspired by one of the songs Louis had released. Of course at that point we only had 4 songs, so for the 5th I used the tiny teaser of "Always You" that we had gotten on his social media, which was literally just, "I went to Amsterdam without you and all I could do was think about you." (Wild to think back to that time, seriously).

I was late finishing the fic, and iirc I just wasn't totally happy with it. I remember opening an AO3 post and starting to put the fic in as a draft, but then I never posted it??? WEIRDLY???

Here's a link to the series parts 1-4, and here's a snippet from the 5th, which perhaps unsurprisingly includes Louis going to Amsterdam without Harry and missing him A LOT. This is after Louis' just gotten home:

“Alright, I need to hear everything about Amsterdam. Did you make it to Begijnhof? Were you able to do one of the canal tours?” Harry asked once they’d started eating. “I hope you took photos; I haven’t been there in years.” 

“We talked every day, love,” Louis said, reaching out to touch Harry’s arm. “Must’ve told you half of it already.” 

“Hardly! Every time we got on the phone, you’d ask me how things were going here, what Niall was up to or how Liam and Zayn’s flat hunting was going. One night we spent half an hour talking about the blueberry honey loaf I was testing out for the cafe.” Louis looked back at Harry incredulously, waiting to see if he had more to say. “You talked a bit about what you were doing, but a lot of that was telling me how well things were going for Lottie or a funny story from one of her business dinners. Feels like I missed all of it, babe,” Harry said, face scrunching into a frown that made Louis reach out to squeeze his hand. 

“Oh love, ‘m sorry. Never meant to make you feel left out. ‘F anything it was like you were there with me. Or like all I wanted was you there with me.” 

“What d’you mean? You missed me?” Harry asked, gazing back at Louis with the fond, careful smile that he sometimes got when he didn’t want to show his hand entirely. 

“More than,” Louis said, stroking Harry’s arm. “I did take one of those canal tours. They have one where they offer you music to listen to as you cruise along, and some of it was so bad. I kept thinking of the faces you’d make at the songs that were playing, you looking back at me and the two of us having a laugh. Had to take the headphones off halfway through, thought I’d listen to the guide, but turns out I’d gotten on the wrong boat. She was speaking French, and I barely caught anythin’ she had to say about the canals.” 

Harry laughed, resting his chin in one hand as he grazed Louis’ wrist lightly with the fingers of the other. “What else? Begijnhof?” 

“I was right in the middle of the garden when Lottie called me. My ringer was on top volume, and it scared the shit outta me. Dropped me phone as it was going off and I thought they were gonna kick me out,” Louis said, laughing to himself at the memory. “So I didn’t get to spend as much time there as you’d have wanted to. But I could see why you wanted me to go there. It was so old and quiet. Thought about walking through it holding hands, maybe the two of us seeing who could make the other be too loud.”

[zot3-flopped]

I watched AOTV on a leaked link and damn it was one boring documentary. Literally. The only part that made me emotional was the part about his mom.

He talked about 1d tooooo much. The first 10 to 15 minutes of the movie was about 1d and his time there and a whole pity story of how he didn't get those parts to sing etc. And then he bragged about having the most writing credits in the band. And when I thought he stopped talking about 1d and move on with the rest of the story, he starts to talk about 1d all over again to show how he had a tough time. If I put a $ each time I heard him mention the band or the members I would have gone bankrupt.

From 1d he moved to Jay and Fizzy's death which was fine bcz it was a tragedy that happened in his life. It was the only part in the documentary that felt like it needed to told to let everyone know how he felt. He was a bit condescending though during that part thinking he deserve a career in music bcz that was his mom's wish and she didn't want her death to stop him from going forward in his music career. The Tomlinson sisters makes an appearance multiple times during that part. And so does Olli and the homophobe Nizam.

From there he shifted to Freddie and talked about him fondly and lovingly with a lot of content about him. Freddie appeared in 2 stages in the documentary. 1. Louis becoming a father story with the beach scenes and etc. And 2. Freddie being at his solo shows part.

And then it was the same boring story we've heard him speak for the last 7 years. He had the same footage from the Away from home documentary released in 2021 in there as well. Then a few footage from his latam shows bcz why not? Those are the biggest venues he played and probably ever be able to sell out. So he was showing off the crowds in those footage to make others think he was doing a full arena tour saying he never thought he could sell these big venues. Liam and Niall made another appearance there when he talked about that Coca cola festival he did where Liam also played and the Mexico festival he did where Niall also played.

HE WAS SMOKING IN EVERY SCENE I kid you not!! Smoking in the recording booth, chainsmoking in his hotel rooms, venues, inside cars, private jets, even there was a clip of Liam vaping while he smokes during the coca cola festival. It was just endless amount of glorifying his smoking kink. It was disgusting. He was talking about his mom and sister's death and saying how much it affected him but had no problem glorifying drinking and smoking throughout the film. Even the instances where he wasn't physically holding a cigarette, you can still see smoke leaving his mouth meaning he was smoking then too. All the other times he had a glass or a cup full of whatever he loves drinking.

Then on he talked about Walls and FITF process. But emphasized more on FITF for obvious reasons. And how he found success and thinking he deserves it. That's when he showed those latam crowds as if to prove a point. There was only 1 clip of him in the recording studio and even there he was singing out of tune. There was a couple of clips of him doing vocal training with Helene like the one we saw in the AFHF documentary. He was complaining how he thinks he nailed the vocals during the training sessions with Helene but once he does the performance and watch the performance video he can hear him singing out of tune. Then he brushed it off by saying it was probably his head messing with him and Helene then boosted his ego by saying he did a good job and he should be proud of himself. She encouraged him by saying he sang Walls the song so well live acoustically somewhere which according to her is a tough song to sing.🤣

And then.... that's it!!! The movie started with him holding the UK #1 trophy and the movie ended with him holding it in the video we saw him share with the Official Charts as if to show he made it. But in reality it was his only achievement he could show off.

There was no substance or depth to the documentary and I wasn't impressed by Charlie's directing there. It looked so cheaply made. Even the filters used were meh. It seems like he had nothing interesting show or say about his life throughout the documentary so it dragged on boringly for 2 hours with the audience ending up knowing nothing new about him.

Thank you for this thoughtful, detailed review. 💜

Shame Louis couldn't restrain himself from smoking in every scene - it's such an abominable example to set to his young fans. I bet he spends a fortune on private jets just so he can suck on those cancer sticks. He's disgusting.

He really does need to find some new talking points, doesn't he? He's not the only person to lose his mother in his mid 20s, and he still has five siblings who all seem to adore him. He has enormous wealth privilege and this victim narrative he's spinning out isn't convincing.

[terrortriplets]

Hi Doly!!!

I hope you had a lovely day today and that your week passed stress free and that you have a great weekend!!!

Stardew really should have a recap! I just started playing the last save I made and have no idea what I was doing! It’s year one and it’s winter and I’m very discombobulated!! I have the absolute worst memory. I also love customizing!!! When we reveal ourselves I should show you my house on my year six save where I’ve married Elliot.

Trinkets are my everything. Like it’s just so fun to show off all the cool little things I’ve got! You’ve gotta show me your Kirby knickknacks!!!

Oh, I’d lose my mind being in front of Louis. I’ve thought about it a lot and I think I would just cry?? He means so much to me and has done so much for me that I think I truly couldn’t even be in the same room as him I’d be shaking and just a mess. I don’t think I can do it I’d be so embarrassed.

I’m so excited for Niall’s new album, he never misses! I can’t wait and I hate that HW didn’t get to be toured it would’ve fucking rocked.

Speed round:

What’s your favorite little trinket/weird thing you have? I think mines a sad blue dog piggy bank or this new table lamp I got at an estate sale!

What’s your primary way to game? Console or PC? Mines console but hopefully PC soon!

Do you cook? I don’t really but I wanna learn and cook more I just get freaked out and don’t want to waste food cause what if it’s bad? And I don’t like being judged so I have to cook alone!

Do you have a favorite flower? I’m not sure I do now that I’m thinking about it! I’ll have to get back to you on that.

Finally, tell me a weird/interesting fact about you!!!

I hope you’re doing well and I love being your holiday pal, I hope you’re enjoying it as well!!!

-🎉❄️

Hiii, love!! Happy Friday!! Wishing you a well-rested, long and relaxing weekend!! ✨

Yes omg!! I would love to see your farm and the progress you’ve made in that save!! I’ve never seen someone have a save as long as year 6!! I’ve only ever made it as far as maybe year 3 only because I lose interest to play and then I try and go back only to forget what I was doing 🫠. Cheers to having shit memory 🥂. Other than Stardew, what other video games do you enjoy playing (if you haven’t already answered this question already lol)?

I would love to show you my collection of Kirby knickknacks lol. It very much ranges from plushies to figurines to travel hand sanitizer covers to lanyards… the list goes on!! I also enjoy collecting Funko pops, but had to lay low recently cause I don’t have the space to put them if I were to keep collecting them. Every now and again, I take one home, but it’s been a hot minute since then. Do you have a collection of anything in particular?

Louis truly does have that affect on people. I’d definitely do the same thing; probably cry before I pass out lol. I just have such a good feeling that 2023 is gonna be Niall’s year and I cannot wait what he has in store for us!!

Speed Round Answers!! Favorite Trinket? Other than like fandom memorabilia, I have a pretty decent owl figurine collection!! Owls are one of my favorite animals and so I really like collecting figurines mostly because they’re not very common and you can’t find many everywhere!! My one college roommate visited my house for the first time back in college and they said I had an “owl shrine” because of all the figurines. I haven’t added anything new to that collection since in a long time. I know it’s not one trinket, but I’d say that entire collection would have to be my favorite!! Primary Gaming setup? I’ve been playing console games up until about 2 years ago!! I created a steam account and have a couple of games there, but my laptop isn’t really the best when it comes to games, so I stick with consoles and hope that certain games get released on the switch!! I would love to have a full pc setup, but my apartment isn’t very big to be able to have a full setup that I envision myself having. Cooking? Sadly, I’m not very good at cooking very large meals. I know how to make very small things, but not like a full course meal kinda deal. I should have listened to my mom when she was explaining her recipients to me 😬. But it’s never too late to learn!! I know exactly what you mean about wanting to cook alone in fear of being judged!! I’m the same way, to an extent!! Favorite Flower? I’d say either magnolias or orchids!! But I also find cacti to be very cool so I’m adding them on too!! Weird/Interesting fact? I guess a lot of other people also do this, but I can’t sit down and have a proper meal unless I’m watching something as I do!! I’m always watching YouTube at dinner time or eating my breakfast and watching Netflix/Hulu!! I believe that is fairly common, but I think it’s kinda interesting lol.

🥺💕✨ I love being your holiday pal too, hun!! I’m really enjoying the conversations thus far!! You’re doing phenomenal, sweetie!! Until the next one!! 🎄✨