#NORTON BASICALLY SPILLED HIS HEART OUT

[orpheusluvr]

They catch a glimpse of you

NSFW WARNING

This is basically just some scenarios with various idv male characters reacting to seeing you either undressed or seeing a slight part of you (female reader btw)

But the reader (you) actually has a huge crush on these characters and you realise that this is a perfect way to get closer to them (totally not writing this in my perspective 😃)

Anyways, enjoy!!!

Characters included: Luca, Norton, Orpheus and Frederick

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Luca:

You stared at the large red wine stain on your favourite dress and sighed. Even though poor Demi continuously apologised for being clumsy and accidentally spilling it on you, it made you slightly annoyed considering that you decided to wear this dress especially for today.

You carefully took it off and placed it in the laundry basket to be washed later. As you looked down, your eyes widened as you saw that the wine had stained your skin too. The material must’ve been too thin and the wine went through it.

Time for a bath then, it seems.

Just as you were about to remove your bra, you heard a knock on your door.

“Y/N? Are you in there?”

It was Luca.

You nervously bit your lip, feeling his presence outside behind the door. What would happen if you let him in while you were in this state?

“Y/N?! Say something if you’re there!” Luca called out.

“I’m here!” You said.

You felt a blush form on your face.

“You can come in.”

You immediately heard the sound of the door opening.

“Phew, you had me wor-”

Luca was immediately cut off after looking at you. His eyes scanned your body, admiring every part of it.

“Need help with getting rid of that stain?” He said, pointing to your chest.

You heart was pounding.

“That would be really helpful.” You smiled.

Luca smirked.

“Alright, I’ll take care of it. But I’m expecting a reward afterwards.” He said, carrying you into the bathroom.

Norton:

“Hey Norton, what are you up to?” You said, entering the lounge.

“Hey Y/N! I was just relaxing.” He said.

You sat next to him, opening the book that you were carrying.

“What’s that?” Norton asked.

“It’s a really interesting book that I found hidden in the library. It has a lot of weird symbols and things in it.” You said.

Norton gave a laugh.

“You really do amuse me a lot.” He said.

“I’m being serious! Just look at how interesting it is!” You said, turning yourself to face him and showing him the page that you were on.

But Norton wasn’t paying attention to the book at all. Because his eyes suddenly drifted off somewhere else.

Your shirt was hanging loosely from your chest, showing a large amount of cleavage. As you moved in the seat, your breasts would follow your movements, practically almost about to pop out from the shirt at any second.

Norton felt his dick twitch and gulped nervously.

“Norton? Are you alright?” You said, worryingly. You saw how his face had suddenly gone red and he was sweating. You placed the book down onto the table, then turned around to touch his forehead. He immediately let out a groan.

You were confused and shocked at how he suddenly became “unwell”.

“Hold on, I’ll get you a glass of water.” You said, getting up. But Norton immediately grabbed your hand, making you sit on his lap.

“There’s no need…just stay like this…” he panted.

You then immediately realised why he was acting like this when you felt something between your legs.

Orpheus:

You knocked on the door to Orpheus’ bedroom.

“Come in.” You heard him say.

You slowly opened the door, then gently closed it behind you.

Orpheus was sitting on his desk, completing some paperwork. He looked up and gave you a smile, his face illuminated by the candle next to him.

“Ah, nice to see you Y/N. Why are you here at this hour?” He said.

“I couldn’t sleep so I thought I’d give you some company since I know that you stay up late.” You said.

You just needed a random excuse to see him, since you and Orpheus barely had time to talk to each other.

Orpheus nodded.

“I see. Well, I guess you could help me with some of my work. I won’t force you though.” He said.

“I’d be happy to.” You said.

Orpheus nodded.

“Alright, sit here.” He said, motioning to the chair in front of him. His arm accidentally hit one of the papers on his desk and it flew all the way underneath his bed.

“I’ll get it.” You said.

You went on all fours and crawled underneath the bed.

What you didn’t realise was that Orpheus was checking you out, smiling to himself as he saw the shape of your ass from behind. However, as a gentleman, he managed to control his urges to do anything with you.

You got back up and walked over to him, placing the paper on the desk.

“Thank you, but I think I shall resume my work later on. I have something else to take care of.” He said, getting up.

“Do you need help with that too?” You said.

Orpheus looked at you with confusion.

“So, you knew I was looking at you?” He said.

You also looked at him in confusion.

“You were?”

You knew damn well that Orpheus did look at you from behind but you were just playing along that you had no idea. You had purposely arched your back for him when you were under his bed, and it seems like it worked like a charm. Because the next few hours were spent in his bedroom, behind closed doors.

Frederick:

“Absolutely magnificent piano skills. You seem to be getting much better.” Frederick said.

“Thank you. I have been practicing a lot.” You said, getting up from the seat.

“I could tell. Anyways, would you like to take a stroll in the garden with me? You do need a break, after all.” He said.

“Sure.” You nodded.

Shortly after, you and Frederick slowly walked around the garden, taking in the fresh breeze. But all of a sudden, the wind became extremely strong. Strong enough to blow the hem of your dress upwards, exposing your thighs.

Frederick immediately pushed the dress down for you. But it didn’t mean that he didn’t catch a glimpse of what was under it.

“Maybe we should go inside now.” He said.

He immediately realised that what he said sounded extremely wrong.

“Ahem, I mean. We should enter the manor and resume our duties.” He said, slightly embarrassed.

You gave a laugh.

“Frederick, you didn’t need to correct yourself from the first time.” You said.

He immediately felt himself tense up after hearing that.

“Pardon?” He said, his eyes glistening with slight lust.

“I’m saying…you should go inside…me.” You said, your voice filled with desire.

Frederick was almost weak in the knees after hearing you say that, especially with that tone.

He gently took your hand.

“Then let’s go. I’d like to hear you make some melodious sounds.”

[hidelaney]

Del darling!

So I’ve been digging like Sherlock Holmes incarnate and I just hit a jackpot.

Here’s my fantastical theory.

1D was, in part, an exploitation of wide-eyed young musicians. It always happened, and not to just boybands either. God knows how hard your Queen Taylor has been advocating and fighting for changes.

Zayn barely got away intact. His whole cultural identity had gotten erased and whitewashed since Day 1. Dropping out mid-World Tour was unprofessional, yes. But what else could you do when your contract assigned your profession as a full-time performing slave and half-time rejected musician? How else could you start to save yourself from mentally drowning when you never have time?

Louis, oh my god, this boy was simultaneously buried alive and strung up as a scarecrow. I can’t believe I bought into the messiest part of the print!Louis narrative for even a minute. It broke my heart that he can’t let himself feel less bitter about Zayn leaving just yet. Understandably, it was supposed to be them against the world. And it’s incredibly difficult, nigh impossible, to keep resentment from spilling over when Zayn leaving seemed like a fatal catalyst for every horrific thing that came after. But both Louis and Zayn have been hurting for so long. They deserve their best friends back. It’s the label cruel machine, and existing political climate that allows it to work, that created the perfect storm for a painful fallout. That’s where to lay the blame. I’m praying for the day truth comes to light and these two estranged BFFs can work it out.

Niall is undeniably the glue that holds OT5 together no matter what anybody else says. It’s obvious he adores all his boys and they all adore him right back. The support from him toward HL relationship has always been overwhelmingly present, apparent, and abundantly clear. He essentially captains the ship for god’s sake. It is, however, also worth noticing that the only person in the band with non-problematic media representation is a straight white male.

Liam is arguably another straight white man in the band with relatively non-problematic media representation. But Liam isn’t a very smart cookie sometimes. His words had came across as problematic primers to be ridiculed on several occasions. However, it’s also clear as days that Niall and Louis would never trade Liam for anyone else. Zayn never badmouthed Liam and neither Liam did him after he left. He jumped in to rescue Harry from uncomfortable interview questions about his relationship time and time again. All these speak volume of Liam’s character to me, even if I could rarely understand, as quoted from Yours Truly, ‘What is going on in this kid’s brain?’

Harry had seemingly been distancing himself from other boys since before hiatus. But the disquieting absence of interaction would afford them all plausible deniability. Back then, nobody could’ve known for certain if there’d be more support than backlash after Harry basically came out with the now-iconic ‘Not that important’ and ‘Hey, don’t knock it til you’ve tried it.’ I bet he planned it just so if the axe were to fall, his own neck would be the only one on the executioner’s block. But we all knew who ended up getting crucified instead. (Read: Louis) Since then, Harry’s been going out there flaunting against every stereotype he was once painted to be. Always pushing the boundaries further. Pushing hard just far enough to get away with it. Always shine through all the superimposed rules and regulators. It’s brilliant how unafraid he has become.

Not everyone, even given the same rock solid support, could do what Harry is doing now. He is so, so, brave. Everyone who loves him is so, so, proud. But credit where credit is due. I’ll never forget Louis saying, ‘Painted nails make Harry beautiful.’ I’ll keep holding onto my appreciation for the time Zayn defended Harry when an interviewer called him a womanizer, telling him ‘I know the real you.’ I’ll be forever grateful to Niall for assigning himself as a Larry Stylinson spokesperson so very early on. I’ll always remember Liam’s fond laugh at Louis’ charmed whisper of ‘I love him’ and Louis’ unbelievably happy and smitten expression at his own ‘I can’t help it.’ (The way both their smiles dropped right off immediately after glancing at the same spot off camera is another heartbreak all on its own.)

I’ll never forget that Louis William Tomlinson believed in Harry Edward Styles from the very start. Neither will I forget Harry devoting ‘Night Changes’ to Louis during 2014 AMA and on Graham Norton Show with Sir Ian McKellen so that everyone who cares to see would see.

Real eyes realize real lies.

Ridiculously entertaining riddles as means of communication are necessities. The greedy and problematic psychopaths on top of the label food chain know exactly how convoluted their plot to keep musicians under their thumbs is. So much so that they wield each Non-Disclosure Agreement like it’s their nuclear warhead. Always ready to threaten a rebellious artist. Have no problem executing public damnation. A revolution has been a long time coming. It’s bigger than just the both of them, so Harry and Louis are carefully choosing their battles. No other possible explanations make everything lined up half as neatly.

HL made it. They’re making moves to ensure the ones following their footsteps will have plenty of chances to make it, too.

But, hey, that’s just a theory. A fan theory. And... cut!

#Clifford trending is just pure gold.

Sasha

[peeterparkr]

thank u, next|patience|t.h.

One taught you patience.

summary: your exes all knew you had a constant in your life: Tom probably was way more than a friend to you, and after unfortunate events, misconceptions and misunderstandings, Tom and you might finally just give up, maybe you weren’t meant to be.

a/n: Hey! Thanks for the support! Seriously thank you! Now, BEFORE YOU READ THIS: I CHANGED THE NAME OF THE EXES but ya know, they don’t matter, it’s Tom who matters. Whatevs I love you all. 

warnings: implied sex, swearwords, a mess, James Corden and Graham Norton

pairing: tom x reader

word count: 3.7k

LOVE | PATIENCE | PAIN

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You were wondering if you should or not answer the quiz. You didn’t. You stood up finally from the warm blankets and stared at your reflection. Thinking about your past love life wasn’t exactly a dream come true.

Oh gosh, you had made many mistakes. Who was the biggest one?

Shawn? No, you had loved Shawn. He had been the one to push the right buttons to help you make you smile. It was a good start, good, good, good start.

You walked over to the window, it was raining, the day was cold and you were not in the mood to go out. It was just a call away, just a simple call away. You stared at your phone and looked through your contacts, it was easy. But it couldn’t be as simple.

So you decided you needed to clear your mind. You needed to get ready before the night, which, hell, was it going to be awkward.

You were going to go to the Graham Norton Show, and to your luck, your dear ex, Harry was going to be there.

Just thinking about how things had ended made you shiver, it had been a lie that relationship, a way to make you forget. To help you avoid the blue. Harry had been understanding, yet… It didn't feel right.

You went out to the streets of London, alone. Maybe you were better off without him. So many nice words had been said, silly in love.

It was awful being lonely at these kinds of times, because whenever you were lonely you thought about him, the good times, the smiles, the kisses.

You started to remember.

The constant headache you were familiar with wasn’t helping while you were trying to fall in love with Harry. Ah, and that headache had a full name. Tom, that was his name. And it was a name that stuck out in the crowd. Let alone his last name, which for sake of the story will remain unnamed, for now, because honestly, you knew it too well. Ugh, damned Holland. But you got the catch. Yes, your next relationship had been at the expense of the rebound. And it hadn’t been the best. Because, of course: his lips reminded you of Tom’s.

After that night you and Tom had shared you had decided you wanted more than just a game, you wanted to keep tasting the sweet poison of his lips. It took you no time to realize Shawn hadn’t been a match, he was young, stupid and probably not the right man for you, yet he had come in the right time. Oh, but what could you do, you were a sucker for the wrong guys. He had been another one.

Yet, Tom wasn’t. Tom wasn’t just another guy to add to the list. And if it wasn’t the fact that you were keeping him as a secret.

You kept seeing each other, in an innocent way. Completely innocent...Ha, who were you kidding? There was nothing innocent about that. You see, around your breakup, Tom’s breakup had happened. So of course, you both had agreed, or not agreed, but just at the same time decided that you’d use each other to forget the past memories.

You were lonely, you needed someone and having Tom around maybe meant something. But there couldn’t be only sex, because it couldn’t be like that.

If you were honest to yourself, it happened a few other times, maybe twice, or three times? Who’s counting, anyway? You both were helping each other or more like you gave each other company.  It was a friendship, or maybe it wasn’t but, oh well. You never talked about it. It wasn’t planned, no, not planned at all. Or talked at all. Were you supposed to talk about it?

That night that had started it had been stupid, completely stupid. Or was it? Because your head on his shoulder fit and your hands would play with each other because some kisses on foreheads would warm your heart. Nah, it was completely platonic. Or so Tom tried to make it.

Soft talking, playing gently, smiling warmly, and you were floating away. He had you completely wrapped around his finger. And you had been hiding it for so long because no one should fall in love with the close people. You didn’t want him to let you down, and that meant having nothing with him.

Yet, you couldn’t stop yourself from wondering how it would feel to have a statement.

After your breakup with Shawn, you were having way more fun, you were hanging out more with your friends, and especially you were around Tom more.

No, Shawn hadn’t been all that bad, he had been good. Good person, honestly. You had learned a lot from him. For instance, it was a relationship that had made you happy, while it lasted. Shawn had been nervous around Tom, of course, he was right. He had taught you, you could love.

Enough about that, not long enough, already every single gossip magazine, tv show and site was talking about your breakup. People were talking about how devastated you were. You’d laugh about it, sure it had been bad but you definitely weren’t in your room crying. Oh, no, because you had fallen in love.

Something you had to admit was that with Shawn you had realized that you were able to love, no, it wasn't just something of a fairy tale. And Shawn, oh he had loved you. He had fallen with you deeply, but you didn't just let yourself fall completely. Because, of course, you had bad luck. But Shawn had taught you it was okay to fall, it was okay, take the risk, fall in love.

You were the one with the bad reputation, you were the one who kept dating. Being afraid of feeling was just the price life had set you to live. Because it seemed like every time you dared to give your broken pieces to someone, they crushed it and broke your heart even more.

And it took you a while to get used to the attention, and to the paparazzi asking about your breakup. Why did they have to know it? They were just reminding you to keep crying. Tom would make you happy, however.

But Harry, Harry came along.

You had met him, funnily enough, in an interview with one of the night hosts, they made you play this game which basically involved spilling all your secrets, or else eating something disgusting. Corden had had a great time with that, you didn’t of course. One of the questions had involved Tom, and that had been awkward. But you had answered it simply: ‘No, we are friends!’

What a big fat lie. No, that was not a friendship, but hey they didn’t have to know. Besides, you were just a little ball of fear. You were a great actress, though, you were hiding the fact that you couldn’t stop crying.

You had moved on. You were convinced that you were better off without him, you could finally breathe, be yourself, start again, cleanse your soul.

But it was fun, it certainly was fun.

And Harry kept flirting the whole interview, but it didn’t go there, no, it was just the start. As usual, you didn’t flirt back, you’d just smile and nod away the awkwardness. Yes, you knew you had a bad reputation but that didn’t mean it was true.

Yet, you saw him, Harry was at some awards show, and you talked. And after him asking and asking, you gave in. He had asked you out.

Obviously, Tom was the first to know about it. You were having an amazing time with him, you were going out, on dates? Were they dates? You weren’t sure and you were too afraid to ask at that point. Yes, there was kissing, but no there was nothing more than that, just hugging and in some cases, kisses on cheeks. It didn’t go beyond that, or did it? A few times, it did.

The whole relationship was weird, you didn’t know what else would happen.

So, the day Harry had finally asked you out, you decided it was a moment to tell Tom.

The conversation was a satire.

“So,” you had talked after the credits were rolling up, you had been watching a movie, a classic, which you hadn’t actually watched because you had had your head focused on Harry. You had your head on his shoulder and you had a blanket covering both of you. You were wearing one of his hoodies. It had been a quiet time, just watching a movie, keeping company. Was that a relationship?

Tom had just looked over at you and smiled, just before throwing some of the left popcorn. “You didn’t pay any attention to the movie,” he pointed out.

“I was...thinking,” you spoke with your voice soft.

“Dangerous pastime.” Tom frowned as he watched you.

“Nothing has been stated,” you continued as you watched him. He shrugged.

“About?” Tom frowned, and then stood up.

“Harry asked me out,” you blurted it without even thinking. It was easier and quicker. Just get the thing done, y/n, get the thing done.

“Oh.” Such a powerful word when it comes to answers. That ‘Oh’ could mean a lot of things, good and bad.

A part of you wanted him to stop you, you wanted him to say: ‘Oh, but aren’t we a thing?’ ‘Oh, I was going to ask you to be my girlfriend?’ ‘Oh’, ‘Oh’, ‘Oh.’

His answer, however, wasn’t what you expected.

“Oh, are you going out with him, then?” Tom smiled. “You should, he’s handsome.”

That hadn’t been the sentence you had wanted after the Oh. It was OH, so different. Needless to say, you were brokenhearted. He had stepped on your heart.

And that, that was the reason why you hadn’t opened up. You had stopped, to think. You needed to distract yourself from that.

“Uh, well, I probably will,” that had been the official statement.

And you had gone on a date with Harry. Harry, or how you decided to call it, your distraction. Your official way to get Tom out of your head.

And you were trying, and trying not to think about it, because oh boy, it felt wrong. It was wrong, to have someone else while you were thinking about Tom. In each kiss, your soul was a traitor.

You were thinking about Tom.

How could you fight it? You couldn’t if the heart had already made a decision, and if Tom had already decided it, if Tom had decided he wanted nothing with you, then that was it. No, he wasn’t meant to be for you.

And it hurt, it hurt. But if he wasn’t for you then you wanted all the stars to fall of the sky because no, Tom was what you wanted.

How could you resist?

You kissed Harry’s lips and it tasted like Tom’s. You wanted to say Tom’s name, and you had to stop.

You needed to resist. But Tom’s lips hurt because they were poison.

You needed to convince yourself that Tom wasn’t for you.

Soon enough, people were talking about you and Harry, you were the new couple, and you received both hate and love. And time after time, you started to fall for Harry, eventually.

But each time Harry wrapped his arms around you all you could feel was Tom’s warmth. You closed your eyes, and you felt like you were cheating on him because your love wasn’t his. You wanted the ashes to burn already.

Because, oh, his lips didn’t taste like Tom’s. And his name wasn’t Tom, and you couldn’t stop.

You started to resist. Because you knew that Tom was poison, and poison kills you.

You had already convinced yourself that Tom wasn’t for you.

You drifted away from Tom, but he kept pulling you back to him. And Harry noticed it, and he asked about it, and oh could you desist? The heart knows what it wants.

It wasn’t easy. It was dangerous, dangerous, dangerous. But soon, you found yourself in a Sunday Sky. And people liked you with Harry, it was good. People liked it.

But did you?

Who were you trying to fool? You had missed your chance because you had changed your dreams for a few smiles. But you couldn’t forget Tom, because he had been there when you had needed him, he had made you discover so many things about yourself. His form to show you, you could stand up again, he had made you strong. He never left you alone, and you couldn’t forget that your love for him had taught you that you could keep on going.

Yet, it seemed that all you had learned with him, didn’t apply to his case. Because you couldn’t get out of that whole you had to dig yourself in.

It was wrong, it seemed that you hadn’t learned your lesson. Because that which you had learned with Tom after Shawn had gone to trash, because you didn’t love Harry. You felt a lot of things, but none of them was love. Because you were crazy, crazy, crazy in love with Tom.

Thomas Holland. Y/N Holland. Gosh, were you five? Daydreaming about him. Thinking about him at inappropriate times.

What was your guess?

You’d walk, think, and just...You grew into it. Because it took you time, it took you a long time to fall, and you had to be patient. Patience was needed. You needed to understand yourself because you were in love with the person who had broken your heart.

It was merely platonic.

But your gaze and your smile couldn’t hide your feelings, you were thrown back each time Tom was around.

Harry was amazing, yes, incredible, absolutely, breathtaking even. But he wasn’t Tom. He would say he’d love you forever, he said he’d bring you the stars, the moon. Promises, you know?

Oh, the crap the heart makes you say when you’re in love. And you said you loved him back. Ha, as if. You promised you would never hurt him. And you weren’t planning on it. Tom was single and that made your skin burn, not even a cold shower could calm you. His thought would haunt you.

And you would say, ‘you’re the only one, my love’, and Harry was, physically. But you were not emotionally his, your kisses were empty.

Yet soon enough, you were getting used to the idea, your whole purpose was to forget and move on. Start again, and you were getting to it.

Harry wasn’t as happy when you were with Tom, because you continued seeing him. Of course, now it truly was innocent, platonic but that didn’t help you through. You were friends with Tom, Harry knew that. Yet that didn’t stop him from being kind of insecure around him.

Things had gone downhill for a while, but you knew you were starting to fall in love with Harry. It was so simple, you know?

It was simply the day you stopped seeing Tom because he had gone out to film somewhere. And after not being with him around, it finally happened.

It was the day you were helping him out with some things he needed to get around, he was writing something, you were learning your lines to the new movie you’d be in. You were both in his living room. His gaze frowned and you were repeating stuff to yourself.

It was something so conventional, a day-to-day thing. Nothing spectacular, he was letting you play with his hair. You stopped reading to watch him, his eyes were too beautiful, and he licked his lips to concentrate, his frown to get himself focused was too interesting. His fingers were caressing the paper he was reading, his foot was tapping with a beat, and his eyelashes were like ocean waves.

And he just stopped to look up and give you a smile, such a genuine way to show you he loved you.

At that moment, you fell for him.

And it was a sunny sky again. Tom wasn’t in your thoughts anymore. You wanted to give the whole world to Harry then, make up for the time you had made him wait.

And Harry knew, oh he knew well that you needed your time. But Harry, Harry had been patient.

“I love you,” you had whispered after he had smiled at you, and his face had brightened up.

“You mean it,” Harry had mumbled with surprise.

You felt fragile, you felt normal, you felt you again.

Well, that didn’t last. Sure, you were flying like Superman in the sky, again back on writing poetry, singing stupid love songs, looking out at starry nights. You closed the door. Took you long enough, y/n. But you were patient. Most importantly, Harry taught you how to be patient.

Until a night you were with Tom. You were watching him from afar, with Harry holding your hand and kissing your cheek. You were laughing, you were at a premier. You didn’t know Tom had been invited.

Of course, he had been invited, it was a Marvel movie. He needed to be invited. And all your senses had broken, you were sweating, hyperventilating even. Tom was there, in a suit and with his stupid smile that could knock you out. It was incredibly stupid. You had to convince yourself you weren't in love with him, you were in love with Harry. But when Tom hugged you and posed with you at the cameras, you were lost.

Back again in his lies, you stared too long into his eyes, and he took your heart. Pieces of emotions, fear, love, anger, everything. You were being too complicated, and you had to attack the problem.

“y/n! y/n! A picture, please! Can you give a smile to the camera?” The paps were yelling as you were still staring at Tom. You shook your head and stared back at them, smiling.

And you didn’t want to face the truth.

Harry approached you eventually, and he had said hello to Tom. And you had talked and laughed, and you were shivering. And Tom was sometimes too close, whispering to your ears.

The simple game he liked to play. And just one more smile, and he had you. He had you begging for his gaze, those damned chocolate eyes. Those stupid curls. Big angel he was. And you were begging him to break your heart again because your heart was his.

Tom owned you, heart and soul.

He had you hypnotized.

Unfortunately, not only had you noticed it. Harry had too.

That conversation hadn’t been pretty, but it hadn’t gone as bad. It had not taken him a while, just a few days, actually. But he had exploded.

“I’m sorry, y/n, I can’t keep up this lie.” An initial statement that wasn’t going to lead anywhere good. “I can’t continue.”

“Harry?” Was all you could make out aloud.

“I can’t deny I feel a lot for you, but I can’t help it and avoid what’s really going through your heart,” he had continued. “Look, come… come here,” and he had opened his arms, and you had hugged him, letting his scent fill you once more.

“I’m sorry, y/n,” he said again. “I’ve tried, and I’d love to say that I didn’t know what is wrong, but it’s clear, and I...I’ve got to admit, I’m sorry I wasn’t enough.”

“No, Harry…”

“No, no, it’s okay, we are what it was, and we were what isn’t anymore,” he looked down at you as he finally let you go.

And he was right, you were right by each other, but you were miles apart. You, you were miles apart.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered. “I tried, Harry... I just....”

“I know you did.”

You had found yourself crying because you had lost something you had had. Something that was yours, but you were never his. And gosh, it hurt, a lot. After a few days of non-stop crying because you had now been the one with the mistake, you felt guilty, guilty, guilty.

But, life was giving you a second chance. It was your chance to go up to Tom. But it wasn’t right, you couldn’t move on that fast. Oh, and you hadn’t. Because you hadn’t moved on from Tom in the first time. No, you were never over Tom.

And it didn’t take you a long time, because the moment you knew you were both back in London, you had gone to his place. With the little courage, you had left, you had rung his doorbell.

He had opened up the door, his eyes on his phone, he had glanced up, taking in your image and sighed. He realized you had been crying, and he probably guessed it quickly. Without hesitation, he had opened up his arms.

That night, that night had happened nothing. But you had cried on his arms, with him holding you close and kissing your forehead. You made love that night, and no, not in the way everyone thinks, but the innocent way, with him holding you, with him stopping you from crying, with him making you realize you weren’t so wrong for loving him.

No body had been undressed, no lips were kissed, no passion was held. Just Tom, comforting you, without knowing he had been the one to hurt you. Just Tom, without knowing you were falling deeper. Just Tom, thinking you were crying about Harry. Just Tom, making you wait again.

Good thing, though, good thing Harry had taught you patience.  

There was just one more victim, one more victim until you were about to lose it all.

But hey, it’d be oh, so amazing.

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