#Niall Horan fan fiction

[iseethemooninhereyes]

lovin’ tastes like

🤍: niall just finished playing two sold out shows at madison square garden!! and you’re just so proud of him.

☁️: oral (m receiving), tit sucking, fluffy beginning & end

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✒️: 2.6k words

you’re sitting on the edge of the hotel bed, legs folded beneath you. his backstage pass is looped loosely around your wrist, and you can’t bring yourself to take it off yet. everything still feels electric. your body’s buzzing with the memory of it—the roar of the crowd, the lights, the sound of his voice cracking slightly during the last chorus of this town when he got choked up. twenty thousand people singing it back to him. it’s etched in your chest like a heartbeat.

from behind the bathroom door, you hear the water shut off with a heavy clunk. the room is quiet now except for the hum of the city outside and the soft whir of the hotel ac. and then—

the door opens.

niall steps out in one of those massive hotel robes that always make him look extra soft. his hair is curling from the steam, still damp and sticking to his forehead in loose little waves. his skin is pink from the heat, his cheeks flushed, and his eyes—those ocean eyes—are still a bit red from the tears he let fall after the final bow.

he looks like a dream. all soft and sleepy and real.

he rubs a hand through his hair, messing it up even more, and lets out a breathless little laugh.

“ahh, i can’t believe today was even real! it’s mad,” he says, his irish lilt thick and warm, still buzzing with adrenaline and disbelief. “like—i played fuckin’ madison square garden.”

you laugh a little, your smile stretching across your face before you can stop it. “you sold out madison square garden.”

he grins, eyes crinkling. “jesus, you’re right. that’s insane.”

he shakes his head like he’s trying to wake himself up from a dream. then he looks at you—really looks at you—and something in him settles. his shoulders drop. his smile softens.

“i’m so glad you’re here,” he says, quieter now. almost reverent.

you don’t move. you just look at him, heart full to the point of bursting. “of course i’d be here,” you say gently. “you’re my partner. i love you so much.”

he walks over, slow and easy, until he’s standing right in front of you. the robe hangs open just slightly, and you can feel the heat coming off him. like he’s still carrying the spotlight with him. but now it’s just for you.

he lowers himself onto the bed beside you, close enough that your knees touch. “i can’t believe i could do this on my own,” he says, voice softer now, more vulnerable.

you reach out, tucking a damp curl behind his ear, and smile. “i always knew you could.”

he looks at you like you’ve just handed him the world in a single sentence. his hand comes up to cradle your cheek, thumb brushing the corner of your mouth. then he leans in and kisses you.

soft at first. like he’s still getting used to the fact that he’s allowed to have this too—you, here, now, after everything. then deeper. warmer. like the only way to hold it all is to give some of it away.

when you pull back, your forehead rests against his. your hands find his waist, fingers curling in the terrycloth of his robe.

“i’m so proud of you,” you whisper.

then, lower: “let me show you.”

his lips press to yours again, and this time there’s more behind it. the softness turns heavier, needier. like all the adrenaline, the joy, the disbelief of the night has nowhere else to go but into you. his hands cradle your jaw as he kisses you deeper, tongue brushing gently at first, then more certain, more desperate.

you shift closer, sliding into his lap without even thinking. the robe parts slightly beneath you, and you feel the warmth of his skin through the thin fabric of your shirt. your hands find his shoulders, damp and flushed from the shower, and then slide down to the curve of his back, pulling him closer until there’s no space left between you.

he groans quietly into your mouth—a low, breathy sound that shoots straight through your stomach. your kisses get messier, more frantic. your mouths move together in a rhythm that’s lost all sense of restraint. it's all lips and teeth and the wet sounds of kissing, the kind that makes your head spin and your body light up.

he’s panting a little now, his hands tangled in your hair, pulling just enough to tilt your head back so he can trail kisses down your jaw, then back to your mouth like he can’t stay away for long.

"god," he breathes against your lips. "you drive me mad."

you answer him by sliding your hands underneath the robe, feeling the heat of his bare chest, the way his skin jumps under your touch. he leans forward, tipping you back gently onto the mattress, hovering over you now, his curls falling forward and brushing your face as he kisses you again—open-mouthed and aching.

he pulls away and looks down at you, eyes blazing, soft pants escape him as he trails a calloused hand up under your thin tank top, and you jerk in surprised pleasure when he grasps your breast tightly, thumb rubbing over your nipple. “take, take it off me,” you beg, the fabric offensive as it lies in between you.

niall just smirks and continues to rub his hand down the valley between your breasts and you giggle as the tingly, ticklish feeling comes along with it. at the tinkering laugh, his seductive and lustful aura falls away for a second and he’s gazing at you with so much pure adoration in his eyes, you fall breathless for the umpteenth time.

quickly though, he pulls the tank top off revealing your tits, presented to him, gifted just for him, and he can’t help himself any longer. you moan softly as your boyfriend begins to suck and lick at your breasts. your hips buck involuntarily as his teeth graze your nipple. you let your hands wander into his hair, stroking his scalp gently. he moans appreciatively as you guide his head to the other breast, begging him silently for more.

he obliges and swirls his tongue over your sensitive bud, the wetness driving you crazy. he moves a hand up and pinches your neglected nipple, eliciting a soft cry from your lips. you pull his head up and kiss him passionately. your tongues dance as you move your hands to his chest, pushing him back and guiding him down to the bed.

“i- i have to show you, how, how proud i am of you,” you say breathlessly.

“fuck, i’m not gonna stop ya, lover,” he lets out and sends you a wicked smile, one that sends shockwaves straight to your core. but first.

you kneel in front of the bed, on the floor, on your knees, and your boyfriend is sitting at the edge of the mattress. his eyes are closed, and his hands are on your cheeks. his thumbs stroke over your lips, and you part them obediently for him.

you look up at him through your eyelashes. his face is shadowed and handsome and serene. you can feel your heart pounding in your throat.

you smile, and then you duck your head, kissing his stomach. the muscles tense under your lips. his hands slide up your arms, and then back into your hair, and you kiss down and down, following the line of his treasure trail to his bellybutton, and then past it. his skin is so warm.

his dick is tenting the front of his sweats.

you pause, just for a moment, and then you press a kiss to the bulge. his fingers tighten in your hair, and the muscles of his stomach tighten. you run your tongue over the fabric, tasting the salt of his skin, the soft cotton, the dampness of the fabric where his pre-cum has soaked through.

his breath catches.

you hook your fingers in the waistband of his sweats and pull them down, taking his boxers with them. he lifts his hips and pushes them down, and then kicks them off, and his hands settle back on the top of your head.

you press another kiss to the side of his cock, and it twitches. he is thick and long and hard and perfect. his cock is gorgeous, and you can already taste him.

you lean in and kiss the base of his dick, and he lets out a breath. your hands slide up his thighs to the crease where his legs meet his hips, and you press your mouth to his cock, kissing the shaft, letting him feel the heat of your lips and the brush of your breath. his hands grip your hair, and you drag your tongue up to the head, swirling around it, teasing him.

"good girl," he murmurs. his voice is low, and a little rough, and sends a thrill up and down your spine. you press your lips to the head, and he groans softly, pushing your hair out of the way. you close your eyes, and then you open your mouth, and let his cock slide over your tongue and onto the back of your throat.

his moan is so fucking beautiful.

you pull off, and then bob your head, taking more and more of him each time. you suck on his cock, and the sounds are loud and wet and obscene, and you can taste him, and the smell of his skin and his arousal is strong and intoxicating.

your nose is brushing the curls of his pubic hair, and your mouth is full, and your throat is full, and your jaw aches. he holds you there, just for a moment, and you breathe through your nose. your hands grip his thighs, and you swallow around his cock. his fingers tighten in your hair, and his breathing quickens.

and then he pulls you off.

you gasp, and saliva drips from the tip of his dick to the floor, and his face is flushed, and his hair is sticking to his forehead. his hands are gentle as he cradles your cheeks, and he smiles down at you, and your heart swells.

"come here," he says, and you climb onto the bed. he turns so that he is lying back against the pillows, and he guides you between his spread legs.

you are kneeling, and your hands are on his thighs, and his cock is jutting up against his belly

flushed and slick and shining. his balls are hanging heavily, and you lean forward and take one into your mouth, and you swirl your tongue around it.

he groans.

"that's right," he murmurs. "you're such a good girl, my best girl, my sweet girl…"

you release his balls, and lick a stripe up his dick, and his voice trails off into a moan. you suck on the head, and then pull off with a pop, and then take him all the way down again, and you can taste him, and hear him, and smell him, and his hands are in your hair, and the room is dark and quiet except for his moans, and his sighs, and the obscene noises coming from your mouth, and the thump of your own heartbeat, and the slick, wet sounds as you suck him off.

you can feel him throbbing on your tongue, and the taste of him is stronger now, and his hips are rocking, and his breathing is quick and shallow, and his fingers are twisting in your hair, and he is close, and he is going to cum.

you pull off and look up at him.

"please," you whisper.

he reaches for your face, and he brushes his thumb over your lips, and then presses it inside. you swirl your tongue around it, and suck on it, and his eyes are burning into yours.

"please," you murmur again, and his hand is cupping your cheek.

he nods, and smiles, and his other hand goes to the base of his dick.

you lean forward, and let his cock slide past your lips. his thumb slides out of your mouth, and his other hand wraps around the base of his cock, and he jerks himself off. you suck on the head, and the underside, and swirl your tongue over it, and his moans are getting louder, and his breath is coming in sharp gasps.

his balls are drawing up, and his thighs are trembling, and his hips are jerking, and you are ready, and his other hand is tangling in your hair.

"open," he breathes.

you do.

he moans, and then he cums, and his cum hits the back of your throat, and fills your mouth, and covers your tongue, and you swallow it down, and his cock is pulsing, and you suck on it, and his hands are pulling you closer, and his dick is jerking and spurting in your mouth.

niall’s mouth is open in pleasure as he empties himself into you and you greedily nurse whatever he has.

he sits himself up on his elbows and grabs at your ribs, pulling you up his body and resting your head on his chest as you both start to catch your breath and come down from the highs.

“wow,” he says after a while, barely more than a whisper. then he laughs, and it’s breathless, boyish, disbelieving. “that was… wow.”

you smile against his skin. “that’s all you’ve got?”

“i’m a man of few words when i’ve just been thoroughly wrecked,” he mumbles, his voice cracking just a bit as he speaks, still hoarse from the show, and now, from you.

you laugh, the sound soft and sleepy, and he wraps both arms around you, holding you tighter like he doesn’t want the moment to slip away.

“i don’t think i’ve ever felt like that before,” he says, after a beat. his lips brush your hair. “not just the show. you. everything. tonight was magic.”

you tilt your head up and meet his gaze, and his eyes are so wide and earnest it makes your heart ache a little.

you stay there for a few beats, curled on top of him, listening to the sound of his heart slowing beneath your cheek. then, with a happy little sigh, you roll off to the side and flop onto your back, hair fanned out against the pillows.

you stare up at the ceiling, limbs stretched out, grinning so hard it makes your cheeks ache. then you kick your feet in the air like you can’t hold it in anymore.

“this was the best night ever!” you say, giddy and breathless and completely in love with the world.

niall turns his head toward you, still flat on his back, and lets out a laugh that bubbles out of his chest like it surprises even him. it’s warm and a little worn out, like his whole body is smiling. “you’re ridiculous,” he says, still laughing.

he kisses you again, a slow, sleepy press of lips, and then rests his forehead against yours.

“you’re everything,” he whispers.

a few minutes pass in quiet. his fingers tracing lazy circles into your back, your breath softening against his chest. you can feel his heart beginning to slow beneath your cheek. his muscles start to go slack, his hold on you never loosening but settling into comfort.

eventually, his voice comes again, this time barely audible.

“don’t let me forget any of this.”

“you won’t,” you murmur, eyes already fluttering closed. “i’ll remind you.”

and just like that, with his arms around you and the world finally quiet, you both drift into sleep, tangled together, hearts full, and everything still glowing gold from the night.

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niallhoran: an Irishman walked into a dressing room

23 November 2014

[horansqueen]

Dating For Dummies - 1

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written from both Opal & Niall's POV

i don’t proofread, I never do, I hate it.

AU comedy/fluff/smut/romance

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OPAL

The neighborhood was not as quiet as I had expected, but for the monthly price we were asked for this new apartment, I couldn't really complain. I let myself fall on the overly comfortable couch Niall's mom had offered us with a satisfied sigh and a big smile on my lips. The room was almost empty except for a few boxes placed between old furniture friends and family didn't want anymore, and I had to admit that the colors of the walls were horrible, but at least, it was my home. It was our home.

I couldn't pretend Niall and I were not close, but I couldn't also say that we were like peas in a pod. We came from the same group of friends, and we did spend some time together, but being alone was not something common for us. I liked him, I knew he was the kind of roommate that wouldn't be too invasive and he was quite nice to look at too, I couldn't deny.

He slowly sat next to me, leaning his arm on the back of the couch behind me, and crossed his ankles. I didn't need to look at him to know he was as excited as I was to start this new life.

"Finally free." he let out in a low tone, making me chuckle.

"Yea I bet you were so oppressed living with you mom." I let out with sarcasm in my voice before letting out a chuckle. I turned my head to look at him and shook my head slightly. "Poor darling." I added, sliding my fingertips gently on one of his cheeks, his stubble scratching my skin lightly.

He raised his eyebrows and turned to look at me to, making me smile even more.

"Why do I have the feeling that this amuses you more than it should?"

I leaned closer and licked my lips before grinning even more. "Because it does." I whispered, letting out a laugh louder than I expected.

He rolled his eyes but the way the right corner of his mouth moved up told me he knew I was joking. It took a few seconds but silence finally came back between us and I blinked a few times, watching as the sun slowly moved down, adding an orange color to the cloudless sky.

"Okay, how about I take care of the tv and we can watch a movie?"

I was the one raising my eyebrows this time, pleasantly surprised by his offer. I had expected Niall to spend time by himself most of the time, or at least not with me, and perhaps it was just because it was out first day and he didn't want to be alone. I quickly nodded without making any comment or asking any questions and he jumped off the couch to do what he had suggested.

It took him about 15 minutes and everything was ready, which is another thing that surprised me. It made me realize that I didn't know much about him and perhaps it was simply because it was new, but I wanted to get to know him better.

We had met through the friend of a friend and although we would all meet up for beers at the pub on saturdays and study together once every two weeks, it never occurred to me that Niall was someone I could get along with. Not because he was not interesting, or because we didn't share the same interests, but just because I had never taken the time to think about it before. The only things I had really noticed about Niall was that he was hot, funny, popular, and that he was way out of my league. Not that I wanted him that way or anything, but it was a simple fact. I was also aware that he could definitely hold his liquor which was not something I could pretend was my forte, but I always stopped drinking before being too drunk ; you never know what can happen in a bar and although I loved my friends, it was hard for me to trust anyone. But that's an other story for an other day.

I knew I shouldn't but in the middle of the movie, I glanced at Niall's phone, noticing he was getting many notifications through the evening. My mouth curled again into a grin when I noticed he was actually swiping on a dating application.

"Ae you looking for the kind of love that lasts forever, or the kind that lasts only a few hours?"

"How's that any of your business?"

My heart jumped in my chest but when my eyes met his, I realized he was joking and I smiled back at him.

"It's not, but I'm on the same app. In fact, I'm on thee different apps." I admitted, leaning my head against the couch for a few seconds before bringing it back up, slightly ashamed of myself. "Hey that's what happens when you spend all your time working on other type of relationships, and making sure you get excellent grade in college."

"Yea, you keep telling yourself that, love." he chuckled, shaking his head.

"And what's your excuse?" I asked, half-joking, half-insulted.

He stared at me a few seconds as if he was trying to find a good answer and finally shrugged. "I'm tired to date girls who only love me for my looks."

I laughed shamelessly. "Someone is delusional."

"Yes, you." he argued. "Do you really think you can find a decent guy on these apps?"

"The self-burn is strong."

His face went from a frown to annoyed and ended up making a grimace. "Oh shut up, Pal."

"This is the most horrible nickname I've ever been given." I pointed out. "And yes, I still have hope to find someone worth my time on these apps."

I was not sure I really believed it was possible but I really wanted it to be. It really seemed like it was the only thing missing from my life.

"You should focus on just getting some." he shrugged. "When you don't expect anything, you can't be disappointed."

I knew it was a lie, everyone was expecting something, whether they wanted to admit it to themselves or not, but I didn't say anything about it and only shrugged.

"Okay, I have a date tomorrow night." he pointed out, turning to me and sending me a smile so big I could see his teeth. "And she looks like a gem."

I moved his phone so the screen would face me and my lips parted very slightly at the sight of a gorgeous brunette in a very tight dress, holding a pink drink with a tiny umbrella floating in it. That girl, unlike me, was totally in his league.

"She may look like a gem but who knows if she is."

He shrugged, unbothered. "I guess I'll find out tomorrow."

"Admit it." I pressed after a few seconds of silence, turning my whole body his way and bringing one of my legs up on the couch. "All you care about is getting laid by pretty girls. The word 'serious' never qualifies the word 'relationship' in your world."

"I've been in serious relationships before, what about you, smartass?"

My eyes roamed in his face, trying to find out if he was lying but I just licked my lips. "Yes, I have."

I didn't want to get into depth about my past romantic relationships and I had the feeling he didn't want to share details about his either.

"You want to know what I think?" he finally asked, turning his body to face me too.

"No."

"I'll tell you anyway." he stated quickly.

"How surprising." I mumbled, rolling my eyes.

"You've been so hurt before that you're scared of falling in love again." he speculated. "That's why you never go on dates with anyone on these apps."

"How the fuck would you know that?"

"Prove me wrong, then."

We remained like that, face to face and in silence, just staring at each other. I could feel my heart beat hard against my rib cage, trying not to give in. After all, I didn't have anything to prove, not even to my new roommate, right?

"Fine!"

I quickly grabbed my phone and typed on the screen as fast as I could, hitting 'send' before I could change my mind. I had been talking to a guy for a few days and he was the right candidate to meet, or at least pretend to meet. After all, I could always tell him I changed my mind and Niall would never find out.

"There." I turned the screen his face, bringing my phone so close to his face he had to back away a little to be able to read.

"He replied."

My heart skipped a beat at his words and I tried t swallow the lump in my throat. Shit, I hadn't expected a quick answer. I looked at the screen and held my breath when I realized he had written a time and a place to meet up. I could always back off and cancel, but that would mean I would have to admit that Niall was right ; I was fucking scared to fall in love again.

"Great. See? We both have a date tomorrow night!" I didn't know how credible I was but at least I was trying.

"I was kidding, Opal, you know it, right?" he asked with concern in his voice.

Once again, my eyes roamed on his perfect face and I shrugged very lightly. "I know."

I suddenly felt very stupid for thinking this little banter was more serious than it really was, but at the same time, it was a relief. I didn't want Niall and I to be on bad terms and somehow, I felt like we could become close friends and for some odd reason, I really wanted it.

"You don't have to go on a date with anyone, you have nothing to prove."

Oh and why not? I didn't know if I was ready to be with someone again but one date couldn't be that bad… right?

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Oddly specific request, but....

Are any fic writers taking requests for Niall Horan x reader fics? Ya girl is needing some catharsis.

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[2] It's Good to Be King | mean king!harry

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Series Summary: Harry, a handsome, but ill-mannered new king, bound by tradition, must select a queen, and against all expectations, he chooses Y/n, a street beggar. Now, Y/n finds herself caught between the gilded cage of royalty and the cold, harsh simplicity of her past, navigating a court shocked by her presence and a king who revels in the scandal of it all.

Note: Harry is mean/uncouth in this, though things do get better. He doesn't treat anyone around him with much respect at all. Expect to not like him much at first. Also, this is set in the 1800s England, and while not completely historically accurate, I did my best to keep it as accurate as possible.

Ch. 2 Word Count: 8,759

Ch. 2 Warning: genitalia rubbing (with some dirty talk), discrimination, manipulation and coercion, corruption kink, humiliation, jealousy

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Y/n had insisted that Phoebe leave the library to get some rest. It was the middle of the night and while her new friend (she refused to think of anyone as being her assistant because that was– well, it was preposterous) told her she wasn't tired, she could tell that the girl was.

"I'll be another hour and then off to bed myself. There's no reason for you to suffer."

"Madam, I'm not allowed to leave you alone to wander the castle. I could get into trouble."

Y/n placed the brand-new book down onto the table that she had in her hand. It was a book that contained drawings of anatomy (amongst other things) by a fellow named Charles Darwin. She imagined it might come in handy to help her understand the mechanics or even just the names of some of their— bits. She had no idea if the book was what she really needed or not but it looked promising.

"But you're so tired. Why can't he just keep watch?" She pointed at the guard who stood in the library's entryway.

Phoebe cleared her throat and looked toward the man. "Are you allowed to be alone with Her Majesty?"

Y/n let out a squawk at the way she was addressed. "Good heavens! Her Majesty? Please, madam is enough. Y/n would be even better."

"My apologies. If it suits you, I will address you as you please." She turned back toward the man. "Can you, George?"

"Yes. If she's only another hour, I'll see to it that she makes it to her room well."

"Thank you, sir," Phoebe said politely before looking toward Y/n. "Are you sure?"

"Yes. Please go on. I'll make haste and be off soon."

The library was gorgeous. It was almost magical. She rarely got her hands on any new books and often was left to read the same two she had in her possession over and over again. But the castle had the most decadent library in the world, she imagined.

Her issue was, though, that most of the books had nothing to do with intimacy or engaging in intercourse whatsoever, which she was in desperate need of. She could think of no other way to help prepare herself for the eventual poking she'd have to endure. The book on anatomy could be educational, though she was looking for something a little more risqué. But then she came across a weathered paper book with the sewn binding edges coming undone at the tops. The name Fanny alone harkened images of feeding the pussycat–if you will.

Fanny Hill.

She glanced at the guard on watch to ensure he hadn't seen the book she'd pulled from the case and her face heated as she opened up the first page. Her eyes widened at the full name of the book: Memoirs of a Woman of Pleasure. Closing it quickly she tucked it under the new one and smiled.

It was exactly what she'd been searching for.

"Think I'm ready to go to my room now."

At night the castle was well-lit inside. She wondered how much fuel must have been used (and the cost!) to keep the large spaces bright the way they were. Oil lamps and burning fireplaces guided their path until she was at her doorway.

She didn't know the protocol for greeting or dismissing people but she bowed her head slightly and thanked the man before entering her room, the tall wooden door closing behind her with a heavy clank.

Her fire was freshly stoked and there was more fruit in a bowl on a side table with a glass pitcher of – water? She placed the books down on the table and lifted the pitcher to her nose to sniff. There was no scent. Had she been given fresh water to drink?

She wasted no time in pouring a bit into the heavy baluster glass on the tray next to the water. Lifting the rim to her mouth she took the smallest sip. Water! Pouring more into the cup she guzzled half the glass in one go.

Smiling to herself she placed the heavy glassware down and picked up her books along with an apple. She could get used to the luxuries of living in a castle. When she turned toward her bed she noted it was ready for her to climb into, the blankets turned down and her pillows all fluffed and sat in a row. Then there was the matter of the night dress draped over the bottom edge of the bed.

She looked down at the dress on her body and frowned. It was going to be quite the task to get it off, what with all the underthings tied tight around her middle and strapped over her chest.

Her outer frock wasn't too difficult to remove but she did wish Phoebe was there to help. She struggled a little with the fasteners and the bows and reached around the back to unpluck every tiny porcelain button. But when it was finally off she let out a sigh of relief.

Except she was not even halfway done. The ties and the clasps and the lace stays on the corset were impossible to work apart when she could hardly get her fingers properly aligned with the ribbing at her back.

She groaned in frustration and fell back into the bed, giving up at once. It was useless. She was going to be stuck wearing the uncomfortable things until morning when she could find Phoebe. Never again would she allow anyone to stick her into such garments. She'd rather walk around in the nude! Well, maybe not, but right then she certainly felt that way.

Y/n was used to the underthings she normally wore. They were easy to pull on and off as needed. Not the fancy, silky, ribbed garb that currently adorned her body. With a huff, she pushed herself up to sit and leaned into the feather pillows. At the very least, her bed was a soft heavenly thing. And the apple was juicy and crisp.

She found herself bored with the Darwin book but appreciated the graphics. Most of them were useless for her particular quest, though. It was the Fanny Hill book that had her back tingling and her breath caught a time or two. She'd lost track of the hours as she turned page after page of the filthy book and kept looking toward the door to make sure no one knew what she was doing.

Of course, as titillating as the book was, soon, she found herself unable to keep her eyes open and she fell asleep just like that, sitting over her blankets, apple core browning next to her knee, with the book opened to a scene with two females enjoying one another in a way Y/n had never once heard of before.

.

"Madam. Madam Y/n…"

She was jolted awake, her eyes pried open to see the kind face of her new friend Phoebe standing over her. Quickly closing the book in her lap she tucked it under the blanket and sat up.

"You poor thing," Phoebe spoke as she took the old apple core and placed it on the small table next to her bed. "You've kept your drawers and corset on all night. Here, let me help…"

The relief she felt when the terrible hard corset was peeled from her sides was immense. She moaned and inhaled a breath like she hadn't been able to breathe properly until just then.

"Oy, thank you. I never want to wear that again!"

Phoebe laughed. "We have to get you dressed for the king at some point today, madam. I'm afraid you've no choice when he calls for you."

She held her palms outward toward the girl and shook her head. "I will not wear that thing. I can't stand it!"

Y/n felt like a child throwing a fit but she'd never worn anything so uncomfortable in all her life. She had marks dug into the skin at her sides from the stiff ribbing and pleated fabric. Even then, touching the grooves in her skin, it hurt.

"I believe we—"

A heavy knock on the door had both young women turning toward the noise. Y/n pulled the fabric of the dress over her breasts as it opened and in stepped King Harry.

"Your Majesty," Phoebe said as she lowered her head.

Y/n took a step back toward her bed feeling hot embarrassment that the king was seeing her in such a state of undress. She looked away but the sting of his gaze on her bare arms and neck felt like fire singing her blood.

He sauntered casually into her room and placed himself in the chair near the table where the fire was slowly dying. "Continue as you were."

Phoebe looked at Y/n and darted her eyes toward the dress she'd crumpled up at her bosom and reached for her shoulder to have her turn her back. "Just the chemise then. It's much softer, and we'll put the dress on after. Yes?"

Y/n nodded turning her head to see the girl in her periphery. "Yes. Thank you."

"You needn't thank her. She's your assistant. You're the queen consort to be. Act it."

She lifted her arms up when Phoebe slid the chemise over her head and responded. "She's of the noble class, My Lord. I'm just a beggar. It's only right to speak to her with respect as—"

"Noble class… a beggar. Pish! The class system is a farce. Everyone in the kingdom will bow down to you and your family once you're crowned Queen. Respect is due where I demand it, not where the aristocracy thinks it belongs."

Phoebe pulled the bow at the back of the chemise around her waist before she bent and helped her out of her drawers that she'd been in all night. It felt good to air out a little and she was thankful that Phoebe had waited to help her out of her bottoms until the chemise was draped over her backside so she was hid from the king's searing gaze. The girl held the dress up and slid it over her head before helping her put her arms in. Y/n didn't quite understand what the king meant but she was intrigued by his words about the class system.

"My family. I need to let them know where I am and—"

"The boy you were with on the street yesterday has already sent word. Your family will be at the castle for dinner tonight. I'm sure they'll all be happier than a lark once they arrive. As long as they're well behaved they will get along here fine."

She was turned around as her friend quietly adjusted her dress and attached the collar. Now she could see him directly and her eyes must have deceived her because even though he was the most ill-mannered person she'd ever met, his face riveted the eyes. His brilliant complexion and well-turned jaw were of note. Even the hair on his head was attractive. She appreciated that he didn't wear his hair in the formal old way as most men of the upper classes did. He had a rebellious edge to him that was uncommon for royalty.

Yes, she had seen him up close (all of him) the evening before but it was as if she'd forgotten the fine, pleasing details of his features. It was difficult to think him so dashing when he was so rude. And the smile that drew up on his face as he looked her up and down from his spot in the chair made her palms sweat.

When he winked at her she looked away quickly. Handsome as he may be, he was awful. Just awful.

"Leave us. I need a moment alone with my new wife."

Y/n would have corrected him if he weren't the all-powerful king. She wasn't yet his wife but she knew there was little she could say to make him listen regardless.

Phoebe left the room, quiet as a cat and Y/n stood next to her bed, watching as her king stood and walked right up to her and grabbed her hips, turning her to her side as he looked her over. "This is better than yesterday, isn't it?"

Y/n looked down at her dress and where his hands were on her as she inhaled. "I think so. I dislike the corset."

"As do I. You've no need to wear all that. The kingdom will have to get used to the new method of things."

She was surprised that he agreed. Looking up at him as he turned her to face him, he plucked at her collar. "But this is a nuisance. Would you like it off?"

Nodding she reached up to touch the collar that had been tucked into the bosom of her dress and Harry reached in to untie the laces with deft fingers. She held her breath, frozen, as he quickly released the fabric and pulled it from the top all without grazing her breasts. She imagined he was going to make an advance but he kept his fingers respectfully away from her. Which was another surprise for her.

"There we are. How did you find your bed last night?" He glanced at her rumpled blankets and she followed his gaze. The indecent book she'd been reading was only partly tucked away and she knew it before it even happened, that he'd reach around her for it.

"Fanny Hill: Memoirs of a Woman of Pleasure." He quirked a brow at her and licked his lips. "What's this?"

"A book." She reached for it but he held it away from her and grasped her wrist.

"Ah, ah, ah… I'm still looking at it." He pushed her hand back down to her side and kept his eyes on her like he was curious. "Tell me, can you read?"

She swallowed thickly. Yes, she could read but was it wise for him to know that? He likely preferred a wife that couldn't read which might explain why he chose her from the street. Most men liked their women without education. But, it would be difficult to hide that she couldn't read at all and she wouldn't want to pretend either, especially when she so enjoyed doing it when she could.

"A little." She compromised.

"And you found this in our library here?"

She nodded looking from the book to the king as he narrowed his eyes over the pages, flipping through them.

"I asked him if he was afraid of a lady, and with that took and carrying his hand to my breasts, I pressed it tenderly to them; they were now finely furnished, and raised in flesh so that panting with desire, they rose, and fell, in quick heaves, under his touch."

The king read a short passage, squinting up from the page at Y/n with a grin, and then continued as her face grew hot that he knew what she'd been reading.

"And now glancing my eyes towards that part of his dress which covered the essential object of enjoyment, I plainly discovered the swell and commotion there. I stole my hand upon his thighs, down one of which, I could both see and feel a stiff hard body, confined by his breeches, that my fingers could discover no end to: curious then and eager to unfold so alarming a mystery, playing as it were with his buttons, which were bursting ripe from the active force within…"

Y/n turned and covered her face. She could hardly believe he was reading out loud the same words she'd read in her bed that had her wiggling and tensing the slightest the night before.

"Did you enjoy reading this smut? Did it remind you of my own swell from last night?" His words were spoken very near to her ear as he stood behind her. She kept her face covered and shook her head no. A lie. She wasn't ready to admit to him all the strange emotions she'd gone through the night before. And certainly, she'd never let him know about the odd fantasy she'd had of him after reading certain bits in the book. Imagining Harry standing tall above her with his cock in her face made all the blood in her limbs race to her head.

She felt him place his hand on her hip. "You did like it. I could see it in your eyes. Do you know what I did when you left my chambers last night? Can you imagine what a man with a big swell under his breaches might do when he's all alone?"

Pulling her hands from her face she turned her head but didn't look at him directly. "You called someone in to help you with it?"

She was sure that was what he was going to say. He'd eluded to it the night before so it only made sense he'd find someone else to sate his desires when she wouldn't.

"Oh, you dim little girl. There was no one else I wanted for the task but you last night. My future wife…" he spoke the words close to her ear as ran a finger down her neck, still gripping her hip. "I had to deal with the undertaking all alone after your refusal. I've never had anyone deny my request as you did."

She pushed a shaky breath from her mouth as she closed her eyes. The sensation of his warm finger trailing the length of her neck up to her jaw and back down stimulated her blood, sending it to churn hotly under her flesh. His deep voice against the shell of her ear stoked a strange ache in the pit of her belly.

Strange… well, she understood the ache truth be told. Virgin, she may be, but innocent of feelings of lust, she was not. She recognized her body's natural reaction to her king but it confused her. Perhaps it was due to that book, stuffing all those improper ideas into her brain. Desire was something she'd known before but explaining the function was foreign. She'd never acted on desire before and now, she had to contend with a man who wanted her to act on his.

Her body, of its own accord, pushed back into his chest and she arched her neck into his touch. The pad of his finger drew lazy paths but soon was replaced by a moist warm and plush mouth. She pulled in a breathy gasp when she realized he was kissing her. But the feel of his solid form behind her, pressing his hips to her rear made her limbs nearly give out.

Harry grunted a laugh against her neck as he held her up with his arm wrapped around her front to keep her securely in place. "Do you like my mouth on you?"

Yes! She did and her pounding heart was proof of it. "No."

He laughed and squeezed her tighter into his chest as he ran his tongue along the space behind her ear. "You say no but your body says yes. Shall I release you? Or shall we continue?"

She didn't want him to stop but she couldn't possibly want it either. Could she? What was she to say? If she told him to stop then would he remove her from the castle and find another Queen? Then what of her family who was newly offered shelter and provisions by the king himself? She couldn't go and ruin it but if she said yes would he take what he wanted from her without permission? Would God smite her at once for her wayward acts?

"You are not yet my husband."

The rattled moan he let out as he pressed a warm kiss to her jaw, setting her skin to flame. "But you are mine. Yes?"

She looked at her unmade bed and down at his arm that was tight across her middle. She'd never felt such a longing to engage in her shameful needs as then. Even the night before, reading the sort of smut she'd read, she felt the pull of wanton thirst but resisted it still. With the king, though, his mouth smoothing against her skin, his body, hard, warm, granite, at her back, her soft bed beckoning, the vision seared into her memory of his member (a pretty one at that).

"Yes, my King. But it's indecent until God binds us."

"Not even God himself can stop us. You needn't deny yourself of base urges. We're all just animals, Y/n, seeking the same delicious release. Have you experienced it before? Felt the elation of your lust during climax and wetted your fingers when you got excited?"

She'd never been more embarrassed in her life. Shaking her head she grunted when he pulled at her and sat at the edge of her bed, bringing her with him to sit between his legs, her back to his chest. "Never? Not once?"

His hand bunched the fabric of her dress, slowly pulling at it, exposing her leg. "Never."

"Pity! It's one of life's finest pleasures. An indulgence you must know."He clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth and pressed his face next to hers as he looked down at her dress and the skin of her knee.

"We don't need to disgrace God for you to know such pleasure. You can remain a virgin still, until our wedding night."

She watched his large hand squeeze at her knee and drag slowly upward revealing her thigh inch by inch. "Would you like that? I can show you how good it feels. Give you something new to crave."

She was terrified and eager all at once. But the thought of ruining herself before she was wed and the stories she'd been told about how badly it would hurt had her unsure in her answer. "I'm… I'm scared. It hurts, doesn't it?"

"If you've never tried it, how would you know it hurts?"

"I heard my aunt telling her friend about it. They both agreed it was awful. Women's bodies aren't built to enjoy it. Only men can have pleasure in it. Otherwise, it's sinful. It's how God created us."

Harry chuckled and pulled at her to bring her further back into her bed, his breeches pulling up as he moved with her and leaned himself back, her body still against him and between his legs. "My little feather-brained girl… Well, maybe you're not so feather-brained as you can read, but you've been led astray. Let your king show you the truth so you can know the mountain of pleasure you're capable of. Yes?"

She felt so exposed. Without her drawers, she had nothing to hinder his hand from sliding up her thigh to her secret little tulip. It was something she rarely even touched herself for fear of betraying God and her own body. So to feel a man's hand on her flesh, hot and searching, it had her heart pounding so hard she thought it might crack through her chest.

"I'm… I feel faint…" She placed her hands on his forearms as he helped her spread her thighs apart.

"I swear I will do no more than make you feel like a queen right now. Let me show you how delicious it is. Or shall we stop?"

He tucked his chin over her shoulder to peek down at her as he pulled her dress and he could feel her wiggling into him. She was not well-versed in the truth of biological functions, but rather, as Harry understood it, had a deeply ingrained fear of God and Anglican Christian teachings. He was not shocked to know this, as the Church of England influenced most of the ongoings of society, especially the poor with its reprehensible practices that only hindered education and growth.

Poor thing.

"Let me see your hand," he spoke quietly, turning his arm to face his palm up. Y/n slid her palm into his and he slowly pushed her hand between her legs. "I'll show you how to do it yourself. Consider it a gift."

She felt his large, warm hand over the outside of hers as he nudged her fingertips into the soft fleshy inner parts of her thigh and guided her to her private quim, tucked away under layers of fabric. He couldn't see it but he could feel the heat radiating from it.

"Take your finger and touch. Give yourself a chance to explore."

Y/n inhaled shallowly as she did what he said. He squeezed her thigh, dangerously close to where her fingers were touching herself. She'd not touched it often. A quick rub to clean or to scratch, and maybe once or twice for curiosity's sake, but never like this.

It was warm and moist and fleshy bits moved and bent away from her touch with ease. Dragging her digit up and down she only grew bolder with her exploration knowing he couldn't see her and neither could anyone else. But the sensation of what she was doing didn't falter. She was keenly aware of the illicit act and that her king was dragging his fingers so close to where she was it made her feel fuzzy and hot.

"How does it feel? Describe it."

Closing her eyes, as if somehow that would hide her shame, she opened her mouth and did her best to tell him the way she felt under her fingertips. "Like a stiff jelly. Strange… A little moist. Warm crevice that folds and splits. It's… It's difficult to say…"

"That sounds about right to me. Bring your fingers upward, to the very top of that split. What's there?"

Drawing her fingers upward she pushed her labia apart and felt her hair scattered over the outer edges of her lips and inward to a fleshy fold. "It feels much the same. I can feel the hair there, and a soft thing at the center with none."

"Press that little merry bit gently. Small circles."

She already had been. Once her digit rubbed around the space she remembered her brief investigations from before. The tingle it sent throughout her groin felt connected to her inner turmoil.

"Yes."

He smiled as he ran his fingers along her inner thigh. "Yes? Yes, what?"

She gulped her saliva and nodded. "Yes… I feel it."

"You feel it. What do you feel?"

"It's just skin and gelatin."

"It's much more than that, little mouse. That's the key to your desire. The more you press her and play with her, the more you'll feel. She'll come alive underneath your fingers. Soon, you'll be able to juice her and she'll make a mess of your fingers but you won't want to stop."

"Juice her?" Y/n blinked in confusion.

"Yes. Like a citrus. She'll gush the better she feels."

It was already feeling like something so lascivious that she had to pause before she got carried away. It felt… well it was quite nice. But it was sinful.

"You've stopped, yet you have so much more to learn. If you continue you'll see what power you possess over your own body. You can reach the agony of bliss by persisting."

The agony of bliss. Y/n knew this phrase as a fake for women. To come to bliss from meddling with her bits or participating in amorous congress was impossible! Only men could be flooded with that kind of pleasure.

"It cannot be done. I'm sure of it," she whispered and turned her face in toward his, catching the outline of his face so close to hers.

"It can be done. Don't be stubborn. Allow yourself to find the truth. Would you like me to take over for you and show you?"

"But God—"

"No more talk of God. He's not here with us. He never was." Harry reached for her fingers and pushed them back against herself, circling slowly as he spoke. "I am the one here with you now. You will seek my presence, and you will acquiesce to my will."

Slowly, she let herself relax into him and laid her head back against his shoulder as he guided her movements. She wasn't ready to confess to anyone how delightful it felt. And the more he moved her fingers around the wetter she indeed got, just as he said she would.

Harry craned his neck over her shoulder, hoping to see her wetted queam but the fabric of her dress cost him a good view. He could however see her soft thighs spread and as he leaned outward and looked at her face saw pretty parted lips and closed eyes as her chest rose and fell patterned in lust. Then he heard the smallest whimper that had him quickening his fingers and staring at the side of her face in awe.

His own bits were enlightened by the heady wetness under his fingers and soon she slid her pelvis upward and she'd let go of her finger's movements in favor of grabbing onto his forearms to let him take over. He groaned when he had full access to her cunt-lips. And the little button he'd knocked into was swollen and slick.

"You have a delightful quim, Y/n. So warm and full of life, aren't you?"

She arched her back and panted as he slid lazy fingerprints to her sex. She hadn't felt anything like it but she was both thoroughly aroused and embarrassed. Even the wetness that leaked from her was audible as Harry moved his long fingers over her crevices.

When she gasped a breath he murmured against her ear—there's my good little mouse—and he pushed himself against her for his own relief. His cock was hard, and nudging it against her backside provided him with a bit of satisfied deliverance. His bride-to-be was stubborn but she was ripe. What a pleasure to have chosen her over anyone else. It was by chance that he had seen her the day before and now he was certain that he'd been right about his selection.

(When wasn't he right?)

And oh! Y/n was sure she would be sent straight to the pit of hell for all eternity but the sudden need to see it through and know the carnal pleasure King Harry promised, overwhelmed her existence. Nothing could stop the pull of her desire to climb the mountain's peak and throw herself down into the rough and unknown valley below. Dangerous it may be, but her new willingness to gaze into the depths and explore the truth burned in her stronger than any lake of hellfire could.

He rocked against her slowly and moaned as he worked her wetness. With one hand steady, gripping at her soft thigh to hold her open, he could feel her muscles straining, shaking as she humped toward his fingers. She liked it. He knew she would. Her skin was warm and her desperate inhalations turned into mumbled nonsense.

Oh! Oh my! Fooo… Hee ooohhh…

"I want to see you let go. Come into my hand, mouse," Harry's shaky breath against her face inferred to her that he was also aroused.

Everything in her body was aching and pulsing as she writhed into his fingers for more. Her soft pearl was coated in cream, the king's fingers smeared with accurate strokes around her quim and pressed into the knob of her pleasure as temptation slid through her tummy and seeped from her.

"You're going to crave a strumming from me like this every day. And once you let me show you what it feels like to have your insides pricked and your belly tickled with my staff you'll be begging me for it."

The limn of her vision turned red and spotty and rushing blood drummed in her ears, muffling the dirty things he said to her. She could not resist the pull of her orgasm as she let out a wobbled cry. Her whole body was beating and throbbing and her insides were molten, sweet jelly.

Harry tossed his head back and parted his lips in ecstasy as he rolled his hips up and down and finally, his vital spend coated the inside of his breeches. He pumped hotly against the fabric and squeezed at her skin in his release. He flushed hot as the girl in his arms moaned and slid into his hand.

Y/n had melted into him and her legs gave out, falling flat to the bed between his thighs as she closed her eyes. She felt like an explorer. Someone who'd discovered a coveted, secret treasure that no one else had ever known. When she felt Harry's mouth against her neck she smiled in satisfaction and relief.

The shocking realization that she was still in his arms in the castle and not struck down to ash by God was almost equal to the sensation of her orgasm. Why had God not taken action upon them? Flitting her eyes open she saw a drizzle of sunlight shining over her body and Harry's as they sat on her bed, as if the sun would still rise and the day would continue to tick on as normal. As if they hadn't just participated in something so vile.

But her feelings of narrow escape turned into shameful regret when she felt his hand brushing against her skin and he grunted behind her as he moved. She shot forward and turned to look at him and found his pleasant face all flushed and at ease. How could he be so casual?

"What have I done?" She spoke to herself as she climbed away from him and smoothed her dress down to cover her legs.

Harry draped his arms across the feathered pillows and watched her with an amused expression. "What is it now?"

She got to her feet and shook her head as she spun away from the vision of the handsome man spread out on the bed she'd just been in. "We've sinned! God will find his vengeance on us soon!"

He laughed and sat up. "Does it appear to you that God cares what we just did? You are still alive and well, mouse. And I am just as healthy and whole as before."

"That doesn't mean he won't repay us with his anger."

Getting off of her bed he pulled her back into his chest and grinned as he spoke quietly.

"You are no woman of virtue, Y/n. Do not pretend you didn't enjoy yourself. The only shame you should be feeling is that you have been led to believe that your pleasure is a sin. Soon, you'll be begging me for more."

She huffed as she jerked herself away from him and stepped toward the table with the pitcher of water, placing her palms down on the wood. She heard him walking away toward her door and glanced at him as he turned before opening it.

"I'll find Phoebe to bring you your breakfast. You still need plumping."

. .

His wife-to-be could read. Harry almost couldn't believe it but she had a book on her bed that she'd been reading (naughty little thing) and he tried not to show her how surprised he was by that revelation but he was quite taken aback. Thanks to The Enlightenment, it was becoming more common for women to read but the lower classes weren't educated in that way quite yet. In truth, he couldn't have been more pleased to learn that his little mouse had some brains after all.

The middle-class proletariats and the wealthy gentry would not agree that this was a good thing. Their Christian morals led them to believe that only those of rank should have the ability. Someone poverty-stricken with the skill wouldn't know how to control their urges and read the right things. They'd balk at a woman of poverty reading just as much as they'd soon balk at the idea of Y/n being their queen. He couldn't wait to introduce Y/n and her family to the public.

The Lord Mayor had only heard that Harry had found a wife, not who the girl was just yet. He smiled as he imagined the look on his face when he met her and the family at dinner. Of course, his council would be there as well and he knew they'd have a fit over it.

"Sir, Y/n's family has arrived. They have been shown their quarters, warm baths drawn, and wardrobes ready. Dinner will be served in one hour and a half," Fred spoke. "And Y/n… Well, it seems she's unhappy with the dressings she's been given. Something about the unmentionables being too tight. She refuses to wear the appropriate clothing."

"My wife may wear whatever she pleases. If she doesn't like the underdressings then she does not need them. Tell her assistant to stop trying to force her to comply or else I'll find her a new one."

Fred quietly left the sitting room where Harry was enjoying a warm fire and a stiff gin. He'd go and help Y/n dress himself if she wasn't so squeamish around him. Though, he did enjoy their morning tryst, he knew she'd need time to get used to her new setting.

"You!" Harry spotted a worker scurrying past the room and stood from his chair.

The young man stopped and looked at the king with wide eyes as if he were in trouble. He bowed his head quickly. "My Lord."

"Whatever task you've been given, forget it. Your new duty is to go into the library and find as many smut books as you can and have them delivered to the Rose Room before the end of the day."

The man nodded. "Yes, My Lord."

. .

Y/n was as shaky as a feather as she stepped into the Great Hall with Harry by her side. Her mother and father stood quickly, followed by her sisters, and then finally her grandmother. She noted they were all washed and wearing fine clothing. Her sisters wore big grins as her mother wobbled out a sob (the woman could tend to be a bit dramatic).

They'd never seen one another dressed so nicely before. It was a new world for all of them. Her grandmother had a large pearl pin in her hair and rouge on her cheeks. Her mother's linen yellow gown looked perfectly fitted for her. Y/n's father looked regal and influential in his dark blue tailcoat and silk cravat, while her sisters were adorned in colorful muslin with full skirts.

But Y/n… All eyes were on her as she walked toward the royal table, arm tucked into Harry's. Her extravagant velvet gown was a soft green color that matched the king's eyes. The ruffled bust was nearly draped from her shoulders, her neckline on display. The skirt of the dress was full (but not as full as it would have been if she'd worn the proper gear) and there were sewn-in patterns in the shape of vines and flowers in dark green. She was a vision.

Harry's chair was pulled out first and he sat at the head of the table as Y/n sat to his right. The long table was draped in white linen cloths, topped with silver and gold platters and plates, and crystal glassware. Lavish flower centerpieces were spaced out between the covered dishes and the room smelled divine.

There were seven men that sat with them, all scrutinizing the king's pick. They'd never heard the last name of her family as it was not common in high-class society. Which could only mean that the king had not selected advantageously.

"Y/l/n… Where does that name hail from?" One of the men spoke as the servers began to plate food for everyone.

"Does it matter?" Harry barked as he shot his gaze across the table to the man who spoke out of turn.

"Of course it does. The kingdom is relying on a favorable match. And to my eye, I do not suspect these people have any clue of the standard we must uphold. We must maintain—"

"You will keep quiet about your opinion, for it does not concern you who I marry or why."

"Your Majesty, with all due respect—"

"You too will not speak on this matter." Harry raised his voice at the other man who'd chimed in. "Let us enjoy our dinner, yes? No more talk of class or agreeable matches. I am the king and I have made my choice. I'm not interested in hearing your insignificant drivel."

Y/n's carving of meat was plated before her and she nearly gasped at the spectacle. She looked up at the man who'd served it and before he could step away to carve a portion for her father who sat to her right Harry stopped him.

"Give her twice as much as the rest of us, and the fat too."

Y/n looked at the king, down to her plate, and then back at him again. "Why? I can't possibly eat—"

"You need the fat. You have been underfed for too long."

"Enjoy it, dear. The king is right," her father spoke quietly to her.

She leaned forward and looked at her mother who sat on the other side of her father and reached across to take her mother's hand as she'd begun to cry. "Don't do that, Mother. There's no need for it."

Her mother inhaled a sob and nodded. "I know. I just can't believe this is happening to us. What did we do to find ourselves in such favor? And you!" She wobbled out a shallow cry. "Who knew you'd caught the king's eye? We didn't realize he'd been courting you!"

Harry chuckled and looked at Y/n as she tried to calm her mother while her plate was piled high with meat and roasted potato. Her sisters whispered amongst themselves, discussing their outfits and the jeweled pins in their hair as the Lord Mayor sighed in displeasure.

Y/n's family was a nightmare. They were unfit for such a designation and looking at all of them The Lord Mayor was sure they were as well behaved as street dogs. Her father began eating his food before the king even took a bite of his own, the mother was sobbing like a lunatic, tears falling onto her plate, and her sisters were whispering and giggling like they were playing child's games at the royal table.

He stood from his spot, his chair sliding back and he slammed his hands down onto the table. He was provoked to finally speak his peace. "This cannot go on! What a disgrace to Thornekeep to have these commoners assigned a place amongst royalty. I will not stand for this mockery! Your father—"

"My father is dead!" Harry stood from his chair and loudly spoke over the Lord Mayor's voice. "Sit down or leave at once! You will not insult these people or I will have your head!"

"You do not have that kind of power, yo—"

"The Bloody Code says I do and I will evoke it should you say another damned word against them. Leave! All of you!" Harry pointed toward the arched opening that would lead them from the Great Hall.

The council and Y/n's family all stood up quickly. "Not you. Just the blunderbusses who think themselves worthy of their titles," Harry spoke.

The men all mumbled unintelligible things under their breath as they left their untouched food on the table and scurried away in haste. When it was just Harry and Y/n's family at the table he smiled. "Please, enjoy your supper."

The king had to admit, he quite enjoyed the liveliness of the dinner once the council and Lord Mayor were gone. Y/n's family was not trained in the usual way of the upper classes and so their etiquette was unrefined at best. They slurped and laughed and chatted like they were at a pub. Even Y/n was a messy eater as he watched her once wipe her hands on the skirt of her dress. And halfway through, the young girls were chasing each other around the table and using the linens to play hide and seek underneath.

When the dinner was finished and the family had all left the table and were taken back to their quarters Y/n's chair was pulled from behind and she stood to take Harry's arm as she looked up at him before he led them out of the Great Hall. She spotted the guard who'd taken her to her room from the evening prior and greeted him kindly.

"Good afternoon, George." She smiled at the guard.

Harry stopped and looked at his guard and down to his queen-to-be. "Do you know one another?"

Y/n nodded looking from George back up to Harry. "Yes. Last night in the library. He stood guard."

"And how do you know his first name?"

"Phoebe called him by it."

Harry looked at his guard, releasing Y/n's arm as he stepped forward. "And what do you think of my wife-to-be? Dashing isn't she?"

George flicked his sight to Y/n before fixing it to Harry. "My Lord, she'll be suitable for the kingdom."

"No, she won't, which is why I picked her. But tell me. Did you see the books she selected?"

"No, sir."

Harry let his shoulders relax as he looked down at Y/n and pulled his arm around her back, clutching at her hip. "Your assistant introduced you to him? Why is that?"

She didn't understand the inquisition at first. "Because Phoebe was tired and I told her she could return to her room to rest. She asked George if he could help me back to my room after I was finished."

The edge of his mouth flitted up before it dropped back into place. "Is that so? You two were alone in the library?"

Y/n looked from George to Harry, suddenly realizing her error. "Well, only for a bit. I sent Phoebe away. It was quick. And then I went to my room. Nothing mo—"

"Did you invite him into your room as well?"

"No! Of course not!"

"Do not raise your voice at me," he snapped.

"Sorry," she whispered and looked downward.

"Did he touch you?"

"No, My Lord."

"I'd wager he wanted to. Isn't that right, George? Pretty thing such as this can be quite tempting when the night has come. Have yourself a good look at the future queen, then?"

"No, sir."

Harry looked at Y/n and she felt his cold demeanor pouring icy down her frame as he grasped the nape of her neck. "Why not have a gander now, George? Don't be timid. Go on. Look at her. The curve of her neck and soft cheeks arouse thoughts of youth and beauty. The way her chest rises heavily under such scrutiny is quite stimulating to the eye, is it not?"

Y/n swallowed and kept her sight forward on the silk flock wallpaper as Harry held her still. The moment was unpleasant with Harry scrutinizing and intimidating his guard. George remained silent as her heart rate ramped up wildly.

"You're not even looking at her. Why is that? Is it because you're only bold enough to glimpse at what's mine when I'm not in party? While I was sleeping in my chambers my wife-to-be was alone with the night guard. Look at her."

She tried to pry away from Harry's hold and scowled at him for his rough behavior with George. George hadn't done anything wrong at all and yet here the king was, berating him and acting like a foolish cracked twat.

The guard hesitantly looked at Y/n, keeping his eyes above the line of her neck as he remained silent.

"What do you see? Hmm?" Harry practically snarled.

"Sir, I see your bride-to-be."

"That's right. Mine. Your station will be with the front guards from now on. You are not to approach her or talk to her ever again. Do I make myself clear?"

"Do not punish him! He did nothing wrong!" Y/n balked and once again, tried pulling herself from Harry's grip.

Harry squinted down at her and scoffed. "If I say he did something wrong, then he did." He released her arm, making her tumble back a few steps as he looked at Phoebe. "Take her to her room. Do not let her come back out for the night."

"You're awful!" Y/n bellowed at him. She'd had such a wonderful dinner with her family and even began to feel warmth from the king as he'd stood up for her family with such fervour when they'd been insulted by the council.

Harry merely let out an annoyed laugh at her as he looked back at George. "Tell Niall he's been promoted to your position and send him here to set up. Go at once."

If there was one thing she'd learned about the king in her short time knowing him, it was that he both infuriated and confused her to her core. And there was the matter of the way he aroused her curiosity as well, but that was a thought for another day. Because at that moment, she wanted to strike his pretty face with her fist as hard as she could muster.

When Phoebe opened the door to her room she flung herself inside and began to pull at her dress as tears worked their way down her cheeks. "I hate him! I hate him!"

"He can be quite crude at times," Phoebe offered.

"He's awful! I will… I will…" She balled her fists and shrieked loudly as she bristled in anger. "I will not marry such a devil."

"Here, let me help you," Phoebe reached for her gown and worked the buttons at the back to allow her to finally pull it off, leaving her in only her chemise and drawers. "Better?"

Y/n nodded and rubbed at her face. "Yes, thank you." She breathed and sat down on the chair near her fireplace. "I need to be by myself, I think. Will you come back in an hour? Please?"

Phoebe smiled softly. "Of course. Whatever you like. I'll return in one hour."

The silence of the room surrounded her as she closed her eyes and laid back into the chair to breathe and to think. She wasn't used to the ways of the upper class and she certainly wasn't used to being bossed around as the king did to her and to everyone else. But, she could admit, she enjoyed the lavish things around her. Her bed in particular was of note.

She looked toward the perfectly made, pillowy cloud across the room and sat up quickly when she saw a basket on the floor next to it. She hadn't seen it before. Standing from the chair, she walked toward it, assessing the contents, and realized it was full of books!

Plucking one of the bindings up to inspect she inhaled softly when she realized what kind of book it was. Flipping through the pages she smiled and then looked down at the basket again and bent to see another book of smut and then another, and yet another.

She sat at the edge of her bed and stared toward her fireplace. There was no question to her who'd sent the books for her. Phoebe, could not only not read but wouldn't dare do such a thing. The only other person who knew about the smut book she'd gotten from the library was the same man she wished to give a thorough thrashing to.

The king, Harry Styles, had sent a basket of books to her room. And Y/n wasn't sure how that made her feel. She wanted to hold onto her rage for a while longer but as she pulled herself into her bed and opened up one of the books to read, she felt a sliver of her anger disintegrate. Perhaps things weren't perfect, but certainly, anyone would agree, it was much better than sitting out in the cold seeking small kindnesses from strangers who thought her no better than a street dog.

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unfortunately for everyone that follows me i am back in my one direction era

[thelovehypothesis]

You’re the Only One I See

Niall Horan x fem|curvy!reader 

From this request 

a/n’s: In this blog we ENCOURAGE BODY POSITIVITY!!!

Warnings: this fic does describe the reader's body as someone a bit bigger than the socially “accepted” body type, if that makes you uncomfortable please skip this fic (and maybe reflect about that)!

Summary: you can always count on your lovey to make you feel like you again.

The night was buzzing with laughter and clinking glasses as Niall and you sat at a cosy booth in the back of a dimly lit bar. It was one of those spontaneous nights out with friends, where the mood was relaxed, and everyone seemed carefree. Except you.

You had started off feeling good—your makeup was flawless, your outfit was carefully chosen, and Niall had looked at you like  you were the most beautiful woman in the world when you were leaving the house. But now, sitting around a table filled with gorgeous women in sleek, tight dresses, you could feel the knot of insecurity growing in  your stomach. It was the way their dresses hugged their bodies effortlessly, the way their legs seemed to go on forever in heels  you couldn’t imagine wearing for more than five minutes. They were laughing and chatting confidently, completely comfortable in their own skin, while  you sat there, fidgeting your shirt, feeling more self-conscious by the minute.

Niall’s hand was resting on your thigh under the table, his thumb occasionally stroking your skin in a soothing rhythm, but it wasn’t enough to chase away the sinking feeling. You pulled her cardigan tighter around herself, trying to shrink into the booth, hoping no one noticed how out of place you felt.

As if sensing the shift in your mood, Niall leaned over and murmured into your ear, “You okay, love?”

You forced a smile, but it didn’t quite reach your eyes. “Yeah, I’m fine.”

But Niall knew better. He always did. He excused himself from the conversation at the table and gently tugged you hand, pulling you out of the booth and towards the quiet hallway leading to the bathrooms. Away from the noise, away from prying eyes, he turned to face you, concern etched into his features.

“Talk to me,” he said softly, his blue eyes scanning your face.

You hesitated for a moment before letting out a sigh, your shoulders slumping. “I just… I don’t feel like I belong here,” you admitted,voice barely a whisper. “Look at them, Niall. They’re all so… perfect. And I’m just… not.”

Niall frowned, stepping closer until his hands were on your waist, his touch grounding you. “What do you mean? You’re more than perfect, baby.”

You shook her head, looking down at the floor. “They’re all skinny and gorgeous, and I just feel like I stick out in the worst way. Like I don’t fit in, and everyone’s probably wondering why you’re even with me.”

His grip on your waist tightened slightly as he pulled you closer, tilting your chin up so you would meet his gaze. “Hey, stop that,” he said firmly, but his tone was filled with love. “You know I don’t care about any of that. You’re stunning, and I’m not just talking about looks. But since you’re so worried about that, let me remind you—your body? I love every single part of it.”

You blushed, glancing around as if someone might overhear, but Niall wasn’t done. “You’ve got these beautiful curves that I adore, and I don’t care what anyone else thinks. I’m with you because you’re everything I’ve ever wanted. And I don’t want to hear you comparing yourself to anyone else, especially not to people who don’t matter.”

Your eyes softened, but the insecurity was still lingering. “I just—sometimes it’s hard, you know? I see how people look at me, and I feel like I’ll never be enough.”

Niall’s expression softened, and he gently cupped your face in his hands. “You’re more than enough, love. You’re the only one I see in that room, the only one I want. And I’m gonna keep telling you that until you believe it.” He leaned down, pressing his forehead against yours. “I love you, exactly the way you are. And if anyone’s looking at you, it’s because they’re probably wondering how I got so lucky.”

Your heart swelled at his words, and you could feel the tension slowly leaving her body. He always knew what to say, always knew how to make you feel like you are the most important person in the world. You smiled, a genuine one this time, and Niall grinned in return, kissing you softly.

“Better?” he asked, his thumb brushing over your cheek.

“Better,” you whispered, feeling the warmth of his love wrapping around you like a safety net.

“Good. Now come on, let’s get back out there, and you can show everyone how incredible you are. But only if you want to. If you’re not feeling it, we can leave right now. Whatever makes you happy.”

You shook your head, feeling a new wave of confidence wash over you. “No, I’m good. As long as I’ve got you, I’m good.”

Niall smiled and took your hand, leading you back to the table. But this time, as they sat down, feeling  lighter, more sure of yourself. And with Niall’s hand still on your thigh, you knew you had nothing to worry about.

Because to him, you were everything.

--- The End ---

would love to write more about curvy!reader if anyones interested? maybe make it a series??

hope you like this!

-Lots of love, Em.

[niallerspayno]

We'll Be Alright Masterlist (Completed)

When a spot opens up to be the opening act on One Direction's 'Where We Are' stadium tour, a chance encounter leads you to be chosen. It feels like your dreams are coming true, but when feelings for two band members arise you find yourself caught in the midst of a love triangle. Do you follow your career or do you follow your heart?

Tags: Liam Payne x reader, Niall Horan x reader, love triangle, One Direction, Louis Tomlinson x (platonic) reader, Harry Styles x (platonic) reader, Zayn Malik x (platonic) reader

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Final Chapter - Choosing Niall

Final Chapter - Choosing Liam

[negativecr33ps]

ai has no place in fan fiction. just btw.

[rockstarlwt28]

A ROad and A ROmance to self discovery

Louis Tomlinson, a motivational speaker for the LGBTQ plus community finds himself confronted with a student who is determined to derail his presentation. Reaching boiling point and landing in hot water, Louis seeks out a place of serenity. A welcomed presence of additional tranquillity and renowned first class student Harry Styles, accompanies him.

wrriten for @1daroaceficfest

[devilsqueen722]

I literally feel like I’ve read everything on here😭😭 can someone please point me to Harry fics

[justanormaldirectioner]

🎀Your Boyfriend 🎀

synopsis: y/n and Harry are in a relationship. You and Harry were supposed to go to the bar together, when his flight was delayed due to weather, and forgot to press send when he was about to text you. So y/n went to the bar alone.

warnings: idk honestly, just read if you want :) nobody cares about the warning a anyways :) if you can read, then read.

This transcripts a text message with y/n and Harry

🖤 y/n Love 🖤 online

March 24th, 2025

Harry: Hi love, I’ve booked us a reservation remember?

y/n: Yeah! Can’t wait to see you ♥️

Harry: I was wondering if we could meet at the bar instead?

y/n: Sure! But why?

Harry: We’ll I wanted a drink after all the tours and stuff, and I finally get to see you irl after so long love ❤️

y/n: haha yeah! Ok i’ll meet you there at 10:00?

Harry: Yeah, perhaps 9pm? I want to spend more time with you, beautiful.

y/n: aww, ok. I’ll bring chocolates ☺️

March 25th, 2025

y/n: Can’t wait to see you tonight :)

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😃: Hey y/n, My flight got delayed. And i wont be able to

arrive until 2:30 in the morning. I’ll see you On the 26th? (SEND)

Luv you.

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end of transcript

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It was 8:30 and you are in your bedroom debating on what you should wear. “if I were Harry, would i want to see me in white or pink?” Then you saw a red dress peeking out from your closet and decided to wear that instead.

you then started walking to the bar alone, without anyone, thinking Harry would be there waiting for you.

You then started texting Harry.

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🖤 Harry Love 🖤 offline

March 25th, 2025

y/n: Can’t wait to see you tonight :)

y/n: hey! i’m walking over now, see you there.

y/n: you there?

y/n: Harry?

y/n: Oh, i get what your doing, you wanted to me a surprise when you get there! OK. Cya ❤️

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End of transcript

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Harry was still in the airport at Europe, dispite your excitement, you didn’t know Harry was not going to arrive. He was waiting patiently at the airport where the storm was taking place. The Wi-fi was bad, so he didn’t receive or send any messages.

Harry was sitting with the rest of the lads. Harry was feeling depressed he couldn’t spend the night with you. So he opened the chat and red the messages you and Harry and to bring up some memories.

“Shit!” Harry yelled. Niall and the rest of the lads walked over “What harry?” Zayn asked. “I forgot to press send. and y/n is probably walking over to the bar alone.” Harry said worriedly. “What if she gets in trouble. Everyone is drunk in the bar.”

“She’ll be fine” Louis said to Harry calming him down.

In the meantime, y/n was still walking over to the bar, holding a box of chocolates for Harry. you are about 10 minutes away from the bar.

-10 minutes later-

narrators POV

y/n has arrived to the bar, She looks left and right try spotting for Harry. She doesn’t see him, so she texts him.

transcripts a text conversation with harry

🖤 Harry love 🖤 offline

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y/n: Oh, i get what your doing, you wanted to me a surprise when you get there! OK. Cya ❤️

y/n: Harry? Are you there yet? Please make it quick, I don’t like how everyone’s drunk.

y/n: Harry, don’t do this please…

y/n: I’ll wait for you inside, come quick.

y/n: I’ll wait for you till 10? i’ll go head home if i don’t see you 😔

y/n: I miss you… a lot

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end of transcript

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Meanwhile at the airport

“I’d like to know when the wi-fi will be back on?” Harry asked the lady in the customer service desperately.

“Sorry, that will take a while. The typhoon has blocked everything. What else can I do for you?” The lady said politely.

“Can you still make calls here? I told my girlfriend to meet me at the bar, but my flight got delayed. I scared she’ll get in trouble.” Harry said to the lady.

“yeah! We can make calls, but the connection might be weak.” The lady said while passing the wired phone to Harry. The lads all circled around giving him some company and comforting him.

*Harry calls y/n*

the transcript of the call

Harry: Y/n you there? Can you hear me?

y/n: Harry! Where are you?

Harry: I forgot to press send when telling you my flight will be delayed. There’s a huge storm here and there isn’t any connection. I could get any of your calls or texts.

y/n: (says) Oh ok… That’s fine anything else? I want to just make sure you’re coming home before tomorrow right? Also I think your breaking up. (Harry hears) Oh ok… I…want…breaking up…

Harry:(says) WHAT? I’m sorry I couldn’t tell you sooner! I should have! Please don’t Break up with me. I love you. (Hears) …I’m sorry… tell you sooner… Break up with…you

y/n: Harry? you want to break up!? Why? What did I do? (Harry’s phone looses connection. and call ends) …Harry?…Harry?

-

End of transcript

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What y/n does after:

y/n sniffs and starts crying. She goes inside the bar after 5 minutes and decides to go grab a drink after all that has happened. She drinks a lot, and she bumps into a man called Hector.

What Harry does after:

Harry breaks down and starts crying, he really loved y/n and thought she loved him back. his mates crowd around him and comfort him, but he’s still heartbroken.💔

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y/n then bumps into Hector. “hey love, here alone?” Hector asked while y/n was drinking for 8th shot. “No! I’m here with someone.” y/n Yelled directly to Hector. Nobody started since most were drunk.

“Sure about that?” Hector said while slowly moving his fingers towards y/n and starts strolling her cheeks.

“You’re coming with me, red dress.” Hector demanded while smiling.

“no! Please just walk away. I’m having a hard day.” y/n said while moving slowly away from Hector. Hector then pulled his T-shirt up revealing his handgun. “You’re coming with me. What’s it going to be?” Hector threatening y/n while smiling.

y/n followed his instructions. y/n slipped his bracelet secretly before leaving with Hector, hoping harry would come if he’d notice she’s gone even though she thinks they’ve broken up, y/n still has her hopes up.

at the airport

The weather in Europe had finally settled down. Harry and the boys finally went on the plane and got ready to take off. It was around 11 at the time, and Harry was in desperation to know why y/n broke up with him that easily.

“I’m sure she didn’t mean it harry.” Liam said to Harry while giving him a warm hug. They were stirring together and Louis, Niall and Zayn at the back.

-

at Hectors place

y/n is meaning while ties up onto a chair, unable to move her arms.

“Why? why me out of everyone else?” y/n questioned.

“do you not know me?” Hector questioned while walking closer and closer to y/n.

“no. and i don’t plan on knowing you.”

“Harry Styles, 25. He’s your boyfriend. He’s currently on a plane with his band mates Louis, Zayn Liam and Niall, since they have just finished their tour in Europe. Y/n L/n is Harry’s Girlfriend who is currently sitting at my basement patiently waiting for her boyfriend to save her.” Hector smiled. “I’m not a nobody y/n.”

“Who are you?” y/n confused and scared at the same time.

“I’m hector Mirel, Harry’s ex’s Brother.”

“Harry has an ex?” y/n asked. Hector nodded.

on the plane

plane announcement

*Attention all passengers, we have experienced some turbulence. Please return to your seats immediately and fasten your seat belt. We will be arriving soon. Thank you for your cooperation.*

“Harry, Harry!” Liam shook Harry aggressively. “what!” Harry whispered-scream. “There’s inflight wi-fi! Quick text Y/n” Harry then grabbed out his phone without hesitation and texted y/n.

this transcripts harry and y/n text conversation

🖤 y/n love 🖤 Offline

y/n: Oh, i get what your doing, you wanted to me a surprise when you get there! OK. Cya

y/n: Harry? Are you there yet? Please make it quick, I don't like how everyone's drunk.

y/n: Harry, don't do this please...

y/n: I'll wait for you inside, come quick.

y/n: I'll wait for you till 10? i'll go head home if i don't see you

y/n: 1 miss you... a lot

Harry: y/n! I’m so sorry. Let me explain everything. Please. Don’t break up with me… Reply as soon as you can. I love you 😔

Harry: Also I tried texting you, A LOT! but the wi-fi has broken up at the airport in Europe due to bad weather conditions. Please understand… I would have told you sooner.

Harry: y/n?

Harry: Please answer, I’ll be back soon.

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end of transcript

-

“She’s not answering to any of my texts… help be Liam…” Harry pleaded. “She’s probably just asleep. It’s 12 already. Don’t worry too much.” Liam told harry while he was half asleep.

2:00 morning

Harry’s flight has landed, and after he went through all the security check, he ran out and quickly got a cab with him and the rest of the lads. They got to Harry’s house(Harry joke) and went up to find y/n, just to notice she wasn’t there.

“y/n? where is she?” Harry yelled

Niall and Zayn then ran into the room. “She’s not upstairs either.” Zayn yelled.

Harry then started to break down in tears, thinking y/n had left him. y/n wasn’t answering Harry’s calls or texts, which left i’m worried.

*Harry’s phone rings*

this transcripts the call between Harry and Hector

Harry: *sniff* Hello? Who is this.

Hector: Harry! don’t remember me aye.

Harry: (covers the speaker of the phone) Fuck! It’s hector…

Hector: Yeah, i have ears kid.

Harry: What did you do.

Hector: really? thought you’d realise by now.

Harry: You got y/n. Give her back.

Hector: you’d think i’d give her up that easily? yeah no…

Harry: Where are you.

Hector: the bar. come find me… I dare you.

Harry: fuck. Stay where you are. Don’t move.

end of transcript

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harry and the lads got in Harry’s car and they rushy drove over to the bar y/n went. They arrived 10 minutes later. All 5 of them went inside, but y/n was nowhere to be seen.

“Fuck, Hector lied. She’s not here.” Harry said

Then Louis walked over with y/n’s bracelet. “But she was.” and I know where she might be.” said Louis.

Zayn got outside to start Harry’s car. Then they drove over to Hectors. His house was far from renovated. Assuming Hector has y/n hostage, they went in without hesitation.

“Finally, I’ve been expecting you. Harry.” Hector smirked while saying.

“where’s y/n? tell me before i beat the shit out of you.” Harry said.

“I’ll give her back, but after on a fight. You and me. 1V1 and the only rule is your boys can’t help you, or y/n is a dead girl.” Hector told Harry while moving closer to him.

“Why. I broke up with Janice for a reason Hector, I didn’t do it to hurt her, but she was a maniac! A literal maniac. So fine, I’ll fight you. But for y/n’s sake. And If i win, You’ll stay away from my life.” Harry yelled

“and if i win, you’ll have to go back with Janice.” Hector told Harry.

15 minutes later the fight ends

Harry and Hector were both bloody. Hector started gaining his energy back and stood up and kicked harry in the stomach. Harry then shifted his body towards his. And used his leg and tripped him down. Hector fell on the ground in pain and Harry got up and gave Hector a final kick.

"I win. Now stay away from her." Harry said, walking away from the scene.

"we'll do you want to know where she is as least?" Hector said from below the ground, head up. "She's in the basement, dumb ass."

Hector yelled.

Then the boys went to find y/n from the basement, and brought her back home. Where they explained everything.

At home

"Thanks Harry. I missed you a lot." y/n said. "Me too." Y/n and Harry hugged hard and smiled. "I'm sorry, please don't break up with me." Harry started breaking down in tears.

"But you broke up with me?" y/n said.

"i thought you did? did you not?" Harry sparked his excitement while being confused. He quickly hugged y/n and spun her around then pinning her onto the bed.

“the important thing is that you’re back, and I love you.” y/n said while giving Harry warm kisses in his neck.

"Let's leave them to it lads." Liam suggested. Harry was filled with happiness and so was y/n :)

A/N:

Just a fanfic or you and Harry together ♥️! If you liked it heart please! Also give me some ideas on future fanfics you’d want me to write:

[horansqueen]

Dating For Dummies

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AU. Opal Mayberry has tried blind dates, dating apps, and speed dating to find her soulmate with no good result. Niall Horan has tried pretty much the same without much more success. With all the bizarre, creepy and incompatible persons they meet, they’re both tempted to give up on love, but after a bottle of wine and a long discussion, they start thinking that maybe they were the problem, and that they’re too dumb for dating. That’s when they decide to make a list of what they individually want and need on a first date to try and find the very right person for them, this time. Unfortunately, things rarely go as planned and they will both realize that feelings can’t be controlled, and that despite our best efforts, we can't change others to make them into what we want them to be. Most of the time, the solution is right in front of you but you can't see it, and when all else fails, the key will always be to follow your heart.

notes:

*coming sept. 23rd, 2023 *story will be updated every saturday *romance, comedy & smut story

[1dsongpreferencess]

#77 SUNDAY MORNING - NO DOUBT (REQUESTED)

Louis:

"Sappy pathetic, little me That was the girl I used to be You had me on my knees"

You were obsessed with Louis, your boyfriend. You always put him first—no matter what. He was your priority, and in your head, that’s what being in love meant. This was your first real relationship, and you wanted to do everything right to make it last forever. You figured Louis felt the same way, but… reality didn’t quite match up. It was Friday night, and you were waiting for his call, expecting him to pick you up like he always did. You stayed at his place every weekend, it was your thing. So, you were already getting ready when your phone rang. "Hey, love," Louis said, but there was a lot of background noise. Weird. "Hey! Are you on your way?" He hesitated. "Oh, uh… I forgot to tell you—I’m not gonna be here this weekend. Got a last-minute trip with the boys." You froze. What? He didn’t tell you? He didn’t even invite you? But instead of freaking out you played it cool. "Oh… okay. Have fun, Louis," you said quickly, ending the call before he could hear the disappointment in your voice. You knew it was healthy to have separate lives, but if the roles were reversed, you would've at least given him a heads-up. Hell, you probably would’ve tried to bring him along. You let yourself sulk for a bit, but then something clicked. If Louis was doing his own thing, maybe it was time you did the same. So, you did. That night, you went out for dinner with your best friends. The next morning, you made yourself an amazing breakfast, went to pilates, and treated yourself to a shopping trip. When Louis texted, you replied—but didn’t hover over your phone, waiting for his messages. If he wanted space, he could have it. You spent the rest of the weekend catching up with your parents, watching your favorite movies, and just enjoying your time. Before you knew it, Sunday evening rolled around. You walked into your apartment, ready to unwind—only to find Louis sitting on your couch."Where were you y/n?" he asked, sounding weirdly tense. You raised a brow. Seriously? "At my parents' house. They say hi," you said, tossing your bag on the counter. He sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Babe, are you mad? I know I should’ve told you earlier, I just… didn’t know how. And I know how much spending weekends together means to you." You sat down next to him but kept a little distance. "We’re good, Louis. I get it now. We both need our own space, so things will be changing for good." His jaw tensed. "I don’t want things to change too much," he admitted, leaning closer. You gave him a small smile but didn’t let him pull you back in so easily. "Then maybe you should start thinking about what you’re willing to change too." You stood up, stretching like the conversation was already over. "I had a great weekend, Louis. Hope you did too." Then, you grabbed your phone and texted your best friend back as you walked into the kitchen—because, for the first time in a long time, Louis wasn’t the center of your world anymore.

Liam:

"You're trying my shoes on for a change They look so good, but fit so strange Out of fashion so I can complain"

Liam was a great boyfriend—you couldn’t see yourself with anyone else. After almost two years together, you really thought things would always stay this way. He used to be so sweet, planning fun dates, surprising you with little things, making you feel like the most loved person in the world. But then, out of nowhere, something changed. At first, you told yourself it was just stress. Maybe work was getting to him, or he had something on his mind. So you stayed patient, gave him space, and kept being your usual loving self. But as the weeks passed, it got harder to ignore. He barely texted first, canceled plans, and when you were together, it felt like he wasn’t really there. He wasn’t mean or anything just… distant. One night, after another unanswered text, it hit you. This isn’t fair. You loved him, but you couldn’t be the only one holding this relationship together. If he wasn’t willing to put in the effort, why were you still trying so hard? So, you stopped. Not in a dramatic way you just decided it was tim to focus on yourself again. You started saying yes to more plans with friends, throwing yourself into work, and even picking up new hobbies. And you felt good. Really good. You realized that no matter what happened with Liam, you were going to be okay. That’s when, ironically, he started coming back around. He called more, asked to see you, and even planned a date for the first time in what felt like forever. But now, you were different. You weren’t just going to fall back into his arms like nothing happened. If he wanted to be in your life, he had to prove it. And for the first time in a long time, you had the power to decide if he was worth it making sure something like that would never happen again.

Niall:

"I know who I am, but who are you? You're not looking like you used to"

You were so nervous about today. After a whole year of no contact, you were finally going to see your ex-boyfriend, Niall. Things didn’t end badly between you two, which somehow made it even harder to move on. You both agreed it was best to do no contact, and you even promised yourself not to check up on him—no social media stalking, no asking mutual friends for updates. So, you had no idea what he’d been up to, or if he was even dating someone new. You had managed to avoid running into him for so long, but tonight, there was no way around it. Your best friends were getting engaged, and there was no chance either of you would miss the party. You had considered bringing a date just to make things less awkward, but time got away from you, and now, here you were walking in alone, heart pounding. And then, there he was. He looked the same, but somehow different, too. He was laughing at something, looking so carefree, and for a second, you couldn’t help but smile. But then he turned, and suddenly, his eyes were locked onto yours. Your stomach flipped. You held his gaze for a moment before quickly looking away, focusing on greeting your friends like nothing had just happened.Dinner flew by as you caught up with everyone, the nerves slowly fading. You were actually having a great time, until the music started and people made their way to the dance floor. You figured you’d sit out for a while, but before you could even think about it, Niall was walking toward you. "Can I have this dance?" he asked, and you couldn’t help but laugh. It was an old inside joke between you two. You nodded, letting him take your hand as you danced to a couple of songs. It wasn’t awkward like you expected—it actually felt… nice. Familiar, but also new. You didn’t talk much at first, just moving to the music, but eventually, you found yourselves sitting together, catching up. Hours passed in what felt like minutes, and before you knew it, the party was winding down. Just as you were about to say goodbye, he stopped you. "I’d love to start again, Y/N. Would you give us that chance?" he asked, looking nervous. You hesitated, taking a moment to find the right words. "I’d love to reconnect and see where it goes," you finally said, not making any promises but letting him know you wanted to try. His face lit up, and in that moment, you realized—whatever happened next, this was a new beginning.

Zayn:

"You're on the other side of the mirror So nothing's looking quite as clear"

Zayn and you had so much in common. When you first met, you were both in relationships, but you clicked instantly and became really good friends. Since then, you had been inseparable, always there for each other but never crossing the line. Eventually, you both became single, but neither of you made a move to turn the friendship into something more. You were still healing from your past relationships, and deep down, maybe you were both afraid of getting hurt again. But without even trying, things started to shift—you hung out all the time, called each other constantly, and suddenly, you were staying over at each other’s places more nights than not. Friends and family were convinced you were together, but the truth was, you hadn’t even kissed. But that all changed when your ex started calling again. He knew he had messed up and wanted a second chance. At first, you ignored it but the more he reached out, the more you found yourself thinking about the past. You mentioned it casually to Zayn, not thinking much of it, but the second the words left your mouth, you noticed a shift in him. He got quiet, his jaw clenched slightly. "Are you thinking about going back to him?" he asked, trying to sound indifferent but failing miserably. "I don’t know," you admitted honestly. "He says he’s changed, and… I mean, we did have something real." Zayn scoffed, shaking his head. "Something real? If it was real, he wouldn’t have let you go in the first place."His words surprised you. You had never seen him react this way before."Zayn, why are you so upset?" you asked, watching his expression carefully. He ran a hand through his hair, letting out a frustrated sigh. "Because, Y/N! We both know how this is gonna end. He’s gonna say all the right things, you’re gonna give him another chance, and then he’s gonna hurt you again." "You care that much?" you whispered. He exhaled, shaking his head. "Of course, I care. Do you really not see it? This whole time, I’ve been telling myself we’re just friends because it was easier than admitting I—" He stopped himself, running out of words, then finally met your eyes again. "I'm in love with you Y/N." Your heart stopped. "You are?" you asked. He nodded, looking almost defeated. "Yeah, I am. And I don’t want to lose you to someone who doesn’t deserve you." Without thinking, you got closer and kissed him and it clicked you knew this was it. This was what you had been so scared of, and it had been right in front of you the whole time. When you finally pulled away, you smiled. "I am in love with you too, Zayn" Zayn grinned, resting his forehead against yours. "So, no more exes?" "No more exes," you confirmed, pulling him in for another kiss.

Harry:

"You sure have changed since yesterday Without any warning And you want me badly Because you cannot have me"

Tonight was your best friend’s birthday, and you were finally introducing your new boyfriend, Thomas, to your friend group. There was only one small problem, Harry was going to be there too. Harry had been one of your closest friends for years. You were inseparable, always making plans and spending time together whenever you both were free. He just got you. At some point, you realized your feelings for him were more than just friendship, and when you finally told him, you hoped he felt the same. But instead of saying anything, he got weird and started pulling away. You were hurt, but you didn’t want to force anything, so you let things be. A few months later you met Thomas. He was sweet,and funny, and he never left you wondering how he felt. From day one, he made it clear he wanted something real, and you let yourself fall for him. At exactly 7 p.m., Thomas showed up at your door, looking ridiculously handsome. His smile grew as he took you in. "You look stunning, Y/N," he said, leaning in to kiss you. He seemed a little nervous about meeting your friends, but you assured him they’d love him. And you were right—your best friend greeted him warmly, making you feel instantly relieved. Everything was going great until Harry showed up. The second you looked up, he was already staring at you, his eyes flickering down to where you were holding Thomas’s hand. His expression changed for just a split second, but it was enough for you to notice. He made his way through the group, saying hi to everyone before finally reaching you. "Hey, Y/N. Long time no see," he said, acting cool. "Hey, Harry! I want you to meet Thomas, my boyfriend." You made sure to say it confidently as Thomas stood up to shake his hand. Harry barely acknowledged him. "Oh. Boyfriend already? Congrats," he muttered before walking off. You let out a quiet breath. But at least it was done. You decided to focus on having a good time, but you couldn’t help but notice Harry looking at you way too often. And you weren’t the only one who noticed. As you and Thomas danced together, he leaned in and smirked. "I think Harry has a crush on you. He’s been staring all night." You rolled your eyes. "I only want to be with you, babe. There’s nothing to worry about," you said before pulling him in for a kiss. After a while, you got thirsty and went to the kitchen for some water while Thomas was in the bathroom. As you poured yourself a drink, you suddenly heard a voice behind you."Was I that easy to move on from?" You turned around, your stomach twisting. Harry stood there, his expression unreadable."Are you serious?" you scoffed. "I tried to fix our friendship, and you were the one who ignored me. Now you’re suddenly saying this?" He hesitated for a second before finally speaking. "I got scared, okay? Because I liked you too. And I thought maybe if we gave it some time, we’d figure it out and be a couple." You let out a small, bitter laugh. "Now you say that? It’s too late, Harry. You’re just jealous because you can’t have me anymore." You turned to leave, but he gently grabbed your wrist. "I’m not giving up on us."You pulled away, shaking your head. "There is no ‘us’ anymore." And with that, you walked away, searching for Thomas. Your heart felt heavy, but deep down, you knew you made the right choice.

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Series Summary: Harry, a handsome, but ill-mannered new king, bound by tradition, must select a queen, and against all expectations, he chooses Y/n, a street beggar. Now, Y/n finds herself caught between the gilded cage of royalty and the cold, harsh simplicity of her past, navigating a court shocked by her presence and a king who revels in the scandal of it all.

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Note: 18+ only!! Harry is mean/uncouth in this, though things do get better. He doesn't treat anyone around him with much respect at all. Expect to not like him much at first. Also, this is set in the 1800s England, and while not completely historically accurate, I did my best to keep it as accurate as possible. READ THE WARNINGS! SOME OF YOU WON'T LIKE THIS SERIES! YOU ARE RESPONSIBLE FOR WHAT YOU CONSUME. xoxo

Series Warnings: Smut, manipulation, coercion, corruption kink, humiliation, pregnancy, angst, health scare, aggressive behavior, jealousy, misogynistic views, class discrimination, descriptions of poverty. (may add more to this list as the story progresses)

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