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[ofalltheginjoints]

[blingywitch]

Good Feelings - Chapter IV

Hi :) sorry it’s been a literal month since the last chapter of this. School has been a mess and I suffered from some really bad writers block for a while. It all good tho cuz chapter IV is here! :))

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Characters belong to the lovely, @lumosinlove

CW: food and drink

Surprising absolutely no one, Logan and Natalie had become inseparable. You’d think that they’d be a horrible match, seeing as they're two completely different people when it comes to personality but as they had learned, the two had a lot of things in common.

Their friendship had actually become quite personal very fast. It startled Logan at first, how he felt so completely comfortable around this girl who he had known for all of a week, but that’s how Natalie was. She was so open and accepting that Logan felt like he could tell her anything and everything about himself without being thought of differently. She helped keep his mind off things, was someone who he could call anytime of the day or night without any complaints; serious problem or not, Natalie was always down to talk. She had quickly become an escape for Logan; a distraction. Whether it be from the stress of work or from two boys who he hadn’t seen in close to two weeks.

Today’s distraction you may ask? A team dinner. Whatever that was.

“C’mon Logan, Please?!” Natalie drawled while pouring creamer into someone's cappuccino. “It’s just one night and everybody just got back. I wanna introduce you to my friends.”

“I don’t know, maybe.” Logan answered. Sure, meeting Natalie’s friends sounded fun but he didn’t want to just show up to, from how Natalie described it, what sounded like a family event. He didn’t know these people and these people didn’t know him, Logan didn’t like being the outsider. “Am I even invited?” He asked.

Natalie scoffed, “Of course you are, anybody is welcome. Plus,” she smiled at him. “I just invited you.”

Logan said nothing, only cast his eyes down to the floor.

“Lo,” Natalie set down the cup she was holding and walked over to Logan, she placed her hand on his shoulder. “If you really don’t want to go you don’t have to, but it’ll be fun and you’ve been down lately, I can tell.”

Natalie always knew what to say didn’t she?

“Fine.” He looked up at her, smiling slightly.

The smile that took over Nat’s face was blinding. “Yay! I can’t wait for you to meet everyone!” She brought Logan into a quick hug and pulled away, holding him at arms length. “Kase and I will be at yours by seven to pick you up, be ready!” And with that she spun around, picked up the cappuccino and left the kitchen, leaving Logan chuckling after her.

—

The car door slammed behind him as Logan sat in the back seat of Natalie’s car. “Hi, Lo!” Natalie greeted him through the rear view mirror. “You excited?”

“I guess you could say that, yeah.” Logan replied.

“Don’t worry,” Logan looked to the driver’s seat where someone had spoken up. “The team is always up for new members, I’m sure you’ll fit in great.” He turned in his seat and smiled at Logan. “Kasey Winter.”

This was Logan’s first time meeting Kasey. He knew of him of course. Natalie had mentioned him a couple times, her eyes lighting up every time his name was on her lips. From what he remembered, Kasey Winter was Natalie’s best friend— first love. Logan would have to get to know him, because he had a feeling he’ll probably be around a lot.

“Logan,” Logan looked down to buckle his seatbelt. “Tremblay.”

Kasey looked like he thought about something for a few seconds before smirking. “Nice to meet you, Tremzy.”

“Tremzy?” Logan furrowed his eyebrow and looked between Kasey and Natalie, confusion etched onto his face.

Natalie shook her head. “You’ve known him for a whole two minutes and you’ve already given him a hockey nickname?”

Kasey looked towards Natalie and shrugged. He started to say something, along the lines of, “What? It’s mandatory.” But Logan didn’t catch the rest of it before his thoughts took over. That’s right, another thing Natalie had mentioned about Kasey was that he was a professional hockey player. He was a little confused at learning this, thinking he’d heard that before. In fact, he had, and when he figured it out— who else had told him they were professional hockey players— the only thing he could think was, what are the chances? Now, the chances were seemingly getting slimmer by the second and everything was clicking into place. The team dinner. Would Logan run into them? Suddenly he found himself hoping that maybe the city of Gryffindor had two professional hockey teams.

—

“Blizzard!” Logan whipped his head around at the loud greeting, walking out of the porch and into the house Natalie and Kasey had brought him to— huge house might he add. If he knew hockey salaries payed this well.... “Bilzz,” the voice said again, passing all three of them by doorway and clapping Kasey on the back. “‘Bout time you got here. Nat.” He greeted, nodding at her. His eyes landed on Logan and he smiled bright. “A new face! James Potter, you?” The man—James—said, holding out his hand.

“Logan Tremblay.”

“Nice to meet you, Logan.” He started walking backwards into the living room. “Welcome to the team.” James winked horribly and turned around, sitting down on the couch and wrapping an arm around a girl who was laughing with some of the others, her red hair being twisted in the hands of a little boy sitting on her lap.

Kasey followed after him with a kiss to Natalie’s cheek and a pat to Logan’s back, he leaned up against the wall starting a conversation with one of his teammates. Because he didn’t look like he was going to, Natalie took the lead and led Logan into the living room where everyone else was chatting and laughing.

Logan took this opportunity to scan the room, no sign of blonde hair and brown eyes just yet. He hadn’t decided if that was good or bad.

—

Something Logan really wasn’t expecting when he got here was how friendly and calm the environment was. He wasn’t a huge hockey fan, he didn’t really know much about it. But from what he had seen over the years most hockey players weren’t the calm and collective type— and don’t get him wrong, these people were chaotic. But... in the best way. The chirps and jokes never had any malicious intent behind them, the room he was in was always filled with laughter; these people were more than just a team, they were a family. And maybe he already knew that coming in, but he never would have guessed it would be to this extent. They’d accepted Logan, a newcomer, who didn’t know a single thing about the sport of hockey and had only been in the state of Gryffindor a little more than a month. It didn’t matter who you were or where you came from, these people will take you in and make you one of their own; a lion.

He’d been ‘“Welcome to the team.”d’ more times than he could count and he was getting along well with everyone. He had taken a liking to Sirius— the team captain, he learnt. He had also learnt that Sirius was from Quebec as well, the two had quickly got to talking about everything and nothing in their native language and it made Logan happy to have someone to relate to like this who wasn’t his sisters. Pascal, or Dumo as the team called him, had introduced himself in French and he was pleasantly surprised when Logan answered back, completely unfazed and started a conversation up about his kid— Katie— who was resting on Dumo’s hip.

Natalie handed Logan a drink from where she returned from the kitchen. Kasey had joined them on the couch sometime earlier and Nat took a seat next to him, between him and Logan, handing him a drink as well just as someone said, “Nat, Kase, who’s your friend?” He walked over and sat on the arm of the couch next to Kasey. His name was Thomas from what Logan had heard, and he was yet to make a formal introduction to him.

“That would be my boss. Logan Tremblay.” Natalie joked, sending Logan a smirk.

Logan made a noise of disbelief and sat up straighter. “I am not your boss.” He exclaimed, incredulously.

“No, your sister is my boss.” Natalie corrected herself. “But you just as well may be too.”

Logan furrowed his eyebrows and chuckled at her antics before putting his attention back on the man next to them. A small smile upon his face after Natalie and Logan’s interaction. “You're Thomas right?” Logan asked.

“That would be correct! Heart and soul of the Lions!” Thomas’ smile beamed with pride. “You can call me Talker though. Do you have a name, Logan?”

Logan chuckled nervously. “But... I just told you my name?”

Talker was about to respond but was interrupted by Kasey, who suddenly joined in on the conversation. “This,” he reached behind Natalie and patted Logan’s back. “Is Tremzy.” He smirked at talker.

“Tremzy, huh?”

Logan knew he wouldn’t have gotten this lucky. The three of them, Talker, Kasey, and Logan, looked over towards the new voice; low and behold, there stood a beaming Finn O’Hara with a slightly surprised looking Leo Knut at his side. The two with drinks in hand and looking as beautiful as always. They walked over, Finn sitting on the floor in front of the group, while Leo chose to squeeze between Natalie and Logan, draping an arm over his shoulders. “Hi.” The blonde smiled sweetly and lay his head against Logan’s.

Finn brought his knees up to his chest. “Fancy seeing you here.” He winked, actually winked, and brought his cup up to his lips. Logan tried his very hardest to fight back a blush.

Logan thought he was going to die on the spot. He had no idea where this new behaviour was coming from from Leo and Finn but he definitely wasn’t complaining.

“What brings you here?” Finn asked, tone still teasing.

“I came here with Natalie and Kasey, if you’re asking.” Logan teased back.

“Oh,” Finn said. “And how do you guys know each other?”

“Well, Natalie and I work together.”

The redhead’s eyes widened slightly. “Oh?” He repeated, then looked towards Natalie. “Since when?”

“Finn, she literally told us that she got the job before we left for Florida.” Leo joined in.

“Oh yeah.” Finn drawled. “Forgot about that.”

“Speaking of,” Leo looked towards Natalie, about to ask how the job is, but before he did he burst out laughing. “What’s that look for?”

The look on Natalie’s face was priceless. It was a mix of horror and confusion, her eyebrows raised, eyes flickering between the three of them like she had just seen a ghost. “You okay, Nat?” Logan asked trying to hold back a smile and failing.

“I- I’m just confused on how you three are talking to each other like you’re best friends.” She answered. “Are you best friends?! And how come I never knew?!” She shot towards Logan.

“I wouldn’t say best friend-” Finn was shushed by Natalie’s finger, who was still looking at Logan expectantly.

Logan laughed. “They’re regulars of ours.” He said, referring to Finn and Leo’s daily coffee visits. “You just didn’t that because the entire time you’ve been working here they were in... Florida you said?” Logan asked Leo, who nodded. “Florida.” Logan explained, still laughing at how utterly confused Natalie looked.

“Oh.” Said Natalie, voice small. She put the pieces together finally. “Oh, yeah that makes sense.” They all just laughed the weird coincidence off and that was the end of it.

—

Not long after that Celeste came into the living room announcing that dinner was ready; they had all migrated to the kitchen, chatting and eating. Celeste Dumais’ cooking had been the best Logan's had in a while. One of the biggest things he missed about being home was his mother’s cooking and no matter how hard he and his sisters tried replicating Iva Tremblay’s home cooked meals was something they could not achieve. So to have this same sense of home was something he enjoyed every once in a while. 

After dinner most of the team started to clear out. With Lily and James leaving with a sleeping Harry that left only the Dumais family, Remus and Sirius, Natalie, Kasey, Leo, Finn and Logan. It was comfortable, everybody had started their own small conversations amongst themselves, Sirius had switched on the radio in the kitchen, the soft music flowing out into the living room. Leo, Finn and Logan were sat on the floor in front of the couch, Leo leaning against it, fingers carding through the redhead’s hair who was lid down with his head in Leo’s lap. Logan was sat next to them, shoulder to shoulder with Leo. They’d had a couple short lived conversations but now they were just sitting in silence and content to do so. That was until Finn got up.

“Where you going?” Leo asked, shivering ever so slightly now that the warmth of his boyfriend was gone.

Standing up, Finn took his cup off the coffee table and held it out, “Refill.” he answered. “You coming?” 

Leo got up without hesitation, already following Finn into the kitchen. He turned around, looking at Logan and raising a questing eyebrow. Logan knew what he was asking and got up as well, Leo waited for him and then they walked into the kitchen together. 

Finn was at the counter pouring himself a drink when they walked in, he turned around upon seeing them. “Can I get you something, Peanut?”

Logan just about melted at Finn’s nickname for his boyfriend. He’d have to learn the meaning behind it. It was moments like these where Logan realized he knew barely anything about these two boys. He wanted to know things about them, he wanted to know everything about them. Everything from their favourite colours to their middle names. Hell, he didn't even know their last names. He wondered if he’d ever get to know these details and when. He hoped it was soon. 

“No, i’m okay. Thanks.” Leo shook his head.

“Lo?” 

Logan snapped out of his thoughts at Finn’s voice directed at him. “Quoi?” 

“Can I get you anything?” Finn repeated.

“Oh. Um yeah, a coke?”

Finn screwed up his face but got Logan his drink anyways. “Here,” he said, handing it to Logan. “have your disgusting cup of sugar.”

Logan scoffed, “Says the person who drinks black coffee!”

“There is nothing wrong with the way I drink my coffee.” Finn pointed his finger at him.

“Whatever.” Logan rolled his eyes playfully and the look that crossed Finn’s face had Leo chuckling. 

“You know, Lo...” Leo started after some time had passed. “Last time we saw each other you said something about having to talk about something, our career was it?"

“I did say that I think.” Logan had forgotten about that.

“Yeah, I think we should talk about that.” Finn joined in. “But its getting kind of late and Le and I will be leaving soon.” And for the millionth time that night Finn smirked at him, “How about tomorrow? Maybe... over a coffee?”

Logan smiled, making the decision before he thought about it to much. “Yeah. I’d like that.”

[when-they-write-stuff]

29, 31, or 34?

I’m so down for this challenge. The prompts are; “I love sarcasm. It's like punching people in the face, but with words.” & “Life is not a fairytale. If you lose your shoe at midnight, you're drunk.” & “Some people just need a high-five. In the face. With a chair.”

- -

“I love sarcasm!” Stiles shouted at the top of his lungs, swaying on the table he’d climbed up onto. “It’s like punching people in the face, but with words!”

The people around him cheered. Eyes sweeping over the crowd, Stiles’s gaze landed on a slightly irritated looking werewolf standing near the very back and he grinned, wiggling his fingers through the air. 

Derek scowled even more.

Stiles had lost sight of the others at some point between shot one and shot five. He was pretty sure he’d seen Lydia and Jackson sneaking out the back of the club a few hours ago, but he had no idea where Scott or Allison had gone. 

And Derek’s betas were a whole other story.

To clarify, Stiles hadn’t expected his night to turn out like this. But, turning twenty-one, he really should have.

“Life is not a fairytale,” Stiles said, lifting his beer bottle into the air.  “If you lose your shoe at midnight, you're drunk, not Cinderella!”

More cheers and rolls of laughter followed his words. Stiles felt like turning twenty-one had turned him into a wiser man. He could feel the grey hairs already, yes, but he was also wiser. Older and wiser. Like Yoda.

“Your Yoda I will be,” Stiles said under his breath. He chuckled to himself and stumbled around the table, nearly falling off face-first except a pair of hands suddenly caught him. Squawking, Stiles flailed so hard he nearly punched Derek in the face.

The man looked more murderous than usual.

“Ah, Sourwolf,” Stiles said, grinning. He wasn’t sure what had happened to his bottle, but it wasn’t in his hands anymore. No, his hands were currently holding fistfuls of Derek’s leather jacket and he was pretty sure that was the only thing keeping him upright. “Dude, I’m twenty-one! Happy birthday to me.”

“You’re drunk, Stiles,” Derek said. Stiles snorted.

“I sure am.”

“Where are the others?”

“Either making out somewhere in the dark or in another dimension of time, I’m not sure. I didn’t watch all of Doctor Who.”

“Doctor… what?”

“I would die for Matt Smith,” Stiles said. “And this is not drunk me speaking. That man has the face of a Greek god and the biggest forehead I have ever seen.”

Derek looked at a complete loss for words. Stiles blinked a few times and leaned up against the man’s side, gazing around the room. He didn’t remember when the club had gotten so crowded, but he also had no idea what time it was. Things had gotten away from him.

“Derek,” he said. “I am older and wiser now and I’ll have you know, you have the face of a Greek god too. But your forehead is very normal-sized.

“Thanks, Stiles.”

“You’re welcome. Care to buy me a drink?”

“I’m not doing anything except getting you out of here,” Derek said, glancing around the room. “The others will have to figure things out for themselves. If any of them are even still here.”

“Dude, don’t be a spoilsport! I am my own man now and officially an adult, so you can no longer boss me around. Let’s go dance!”

But Stiles only managed one step forward before the world was tilting sideways. He had no idea how he’d gotten onto a table five minutes ago, because walking now seemed pretty difficult. Thankfully, Derek, the softie wolf he was, managed to catch Stiles again. 

Stiles chuckled and turned his face into the man’s chest. “Dude, you’re my hero. My grumpy, all decked out in leather, hero.”

“Stiles, it’s time to go home. Will you let me take you home?”

“I’ll let you take me to the ends of this good green earth, Sourwolf.”

“That’s… not necessary.”

Stiles had to agree with him there. His mouth tasted a little funny, like cotton, and Stiles was starting to regret his last few drinks. Or maybe even the ones before that. God, he never should’ve been allowed free reign over how much he drank.

“Derek,” Stiles said, stomach reeling. “I no longer feel old and wise.”

Derek sighed. Stiles leaned into him and felt hands slipping underneath his legs, the ground suddenly vanishing as Derek hoisted him up. The world spun for a moment and Stiles grappled with his stomach, before going limp in Derek’s arms.

“Can we go home?”

“I’m taking you home.”

“Thanks, Sourwolf,” Stiles said, turning his face away from the bright lights. Derek’s responding growl made his chest rumble and Stiles snorted at that. Then he groaned again, another wave of nausea washing over him.

“But if you throw up on me,” Derek said. “I’m leaving you on the side of the road in the middle of nowhere.”

“That’s awfully rude.”

“I figured you deserved a warning.”

Stiles huffed in amusement. “You know, Sourwolf, this is almost better than that time you carried me home after a bar fight.”

“Which I still hate you for.”

“Some people just need a high-five to the face. With a chair,” Stiles said. “It’s not my job to tell them no.”

“But it could be your job to back down when necessary.”

“Oh, come on, Derek have I ever backed down, necessary or unnecessary?” 

Derek chuckled again and Stiles smiled to himself. His eyes were half-closed by the time cold night air touched his face and Derek carried him to the Camaro, maneuvering to open the door with one hand while keeping Stiles from face-planting with the other. Sometimes, Stiles thought he was literal superman.

“My dad’s going to kill me,” Stiles said, letting Derek lower him into the passenger seat. Derek finished buckling the seatbelt and huffed.

“You’re legal now. He can’t get that mad.”

Stiles had forgotten about that. “Oh yeah,” he said, grinning. “Dude, I’m twenty-one. I can feel the grey hairs growing.”

“Don’t say that,” Derek groused. “How old does that make me?”

“Like a sexy dilf.”

Derek’s ears turned red and he closed the passenger door, face still red by the time he climbed into the driver’s seat. Stiles cackled at that; he didn’t know how Derek knew what a dilf was, but he was all for it. The man wouldn’t look over at him as he started the car.

Stiles slumped into his seat and closed his eyes as they drove. He could feel Derek looking over every few seconds and couldn’t keep the smile off his face at that. He should’ve expected the man to show up; Derek was always there.

Derek was always there and Stiles had come to love him for that.

He loved a lot of things about the Sourwolf, even if he might never say them out loud. Stiles hoped one day he would, but sometimes things take time. And if this was the dynamic they’d fallen into right now, he was fine with that.

Derek was always there when Stiles needed him. And Stiles did his best to be there when Derek needed him too.

The lights were off when they arrived, but the cruiser was in the driveway. Derek helped Stiles out of the car and lugged him toward the door. Stiles was tripping over his own feet and unable to contain his laughter by the time they got inside; and then the lights flicked on.

Both he and Derek went still. Stiles, with one arm wrapped around Derek’s neck and another holding a fistful of his jacket, and Derek, with one arm linked around Stiles’s waist. 

The Sheriff sat on the couch, raising one eyebrow at the scene. Stiles felt his face turn hot.

“This is not what it looks like.”

“So, you’re not coming home drunk at 2 am in the arms of Derek Hale?”

Stiles crossed his eyes, thinking about an answer for a second. Derek heaved a sigh and Stiles winced, looking at his dad again. “Okay, it might be what it looks like.”

“Derek, help him upstairs,” his dad said. “And then come back down. We’re going to have a quick chat.”

“Da-aad,” Stiles said, but his dad didn’t look impressed. Sighing, Stiles let Derek half carry, half help him up the stairs and into his bedroom. The werewolf looked a little pale and Stiles was starting to wonder if he wasn’t the only one feeling nauseous.

Derek lowered him onto the bed and Stiles offered his best reassuring smile.

“Don’t freak out, Sourwolf, I’m sure he’s not going to kill you.”

“I’m not freaking out,” Derek said in a mumble. “And believe it or not, saying things like that isn’t helping.”

“I mean, he does have wolfsbane bullets, but I’m sure he won’t use them on you. He’s the Sheriff after all, and then he’d have to arrest himself. And how embarrassing would that be?”

“Stiles,” Derek said, leveling him with a dark glare. “Not helping.”

Stiles resisted the urge to break down into laughter, forcing a nod. The man rolled his eyes and pushed Stiles onto the comforter, before kneeling to pull off his shoes. He eyed Stiles’s jeans for a moment and then seemed to decide that wasn’t his problem.

“Finish all of… that and get yourself in bed,” Derek said. “And no throwing up on the floor.”

“Hey, dude, it’s my floor. I can do what I want.”

“Don’t call me dude.”

Stiles rolled his eyes, but started to wiggle out of his jeans. Face turning red, Derek turned away and started toward the door. He hesitated with one foot out for a second, though, and half-glanced back.

“Happy birthday, Stiles.”

Stiles paused with his pants around his ankles. With a soft, probably stupid looking smile, he nodded. “Thanks, Der.”

“Now go to sleep.”

Stiles snorted and Derek vanished out of sight. Stiles was half-inclined to sneak after him and try to hear the upcoming conversation, but he didn’t think he’d make it out of his door. And either his dad or Derek finding him in his underpants on the floor would be seriously embarrassing. Even more so if they both did.

So Stiles followed the grumpy werewolf’s orders and burrowed into his blankets. His head spun a little, but he felt less nauseous than before. And it was nice; being in his own room.

If Stiles thought about it, Derek hadn’t been at the club earlier at all. Stiles wasn’t sure how the man always showed up at the right time, but he wasn’t complaining. More so, he was struck by how perfect the idiot was.

Stiles loved that about him. Quietly, yes, but he loved it all the same.

And maybe one day he’d say that out loud.

- -

This was so fun and all the prompts worked together! When involving drunk Stiles, of course. Thanks for the prompt, my friend, I had fun!

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[heyyyharry]

Be Here

(from the Flatmate!Harry Series)

…in which Y/N has to go home for two weeks and Harry misses her terribly.

Warning: nothing, there’s only fluff in this one haha. Also I just updated my flatmate masterlist. If you notice, I update every time I post a new part so you guys will know what the next part is gonna be. *wink wink*

“Do you really have to go?” Harry whines, pouting like a little boy on his flatmate’s bed while watching her pack for her trip back home, away from him for two long weeks.

“Yes, I do,” answers Y/N as she continues folding her clothes. “Violet needs me.”

Violet is Y/N’s best friend from high school. They’re very close, she’s like the sister Y/N wishes she had. That’s why when Y/N received the phone call from John, her other best friend (also Violet’s boyfriend) telling her Violet had just got into a car accident and was staying in a hospital, she knew she couldn’t hesitate, even if Violet was just slightly injured.

“But I need you.” Harry quickly realizes what he just said and has to come up with a good excuse for those accidental words, “without you I’m going to starve, I’m the assistant, not the chef.”

Y/N pauses to smile at her flatmate. “You cooked me soup once.”

“Yeah after four fucking hours in the kitchen!” Harry widens his eyes, raising both of his eyebrows. “And, you hated it.”

“I didn’t!”

“Well, did you love it?”

“Not really.”

“Then you hated it.”

“So order a pizza then!” Y/N giggles as she puts the last piece of clothing into her suitcase, then closes it to move from the floor to her bed, sitting down next to Harry. “You sound as if your life hadn’t begun until you met me.”

It almost feels like it, says the voice inside Harry’s head.

“Two weeks’ too long.” He frowns.

The way he’s looking at her at the moment almost makes Y/N change her mind, but she knows she cannot fall for that. She has made a promise to herself to not let her feelings take over whenever she’s with him (which she fails most of the times, but definitely not this one). After the other night when she literally confessed her feelings for him and he replied with only silence, she knew it was hopeless, and it’d be best if they stayed friends, though it’s just so hard when he keeps sending her mixed signals like this.

With a soft smile, she tells him, “I’ll be back before you know it.”

...

Harry sets his alarm at 5 in the morning the next day so he can see Y/N one last time before she leaves. It’s not like she’d be gone for years, or even months, it’s only two weeks, but Harry starts to miss her already. He helps her bring her luggage to the taxi parked outside the building, complaining about how she should just let him drive her, but Y/N constantly tells him she’ll be fine on her own.

As the taxi driver opens the door for Y/N, she turns to stare at Harry one last time with a longing look on her face.

“I’ll see you in two weeks. Try not to burn our flat down.” She gives him a timid smile and receives one in return.

“I’ll try.” I’ll miss you a whole lot... “Take care, okay?” ...and I love you.

There are so many things both of them need to tell the other person before they separate. Such words remain unspoken as they stand still for what seems like three seconds, craving for a hug (or more) but neither is brave enough to take the initiative. Y/N eventually gets into the backseat of the vehicle and closes the door. 

Watching the taxi slowly disappear from sight, Harry wishes she could take him with her.

...

“Finally, some men time!” Niall cheers as he throws his arm around Harry’s neck, causing his best friend to stumble forward. This morning, Harry ran into Niall in the lecture hall and told him the bad news that Y/N would be gone for a while, Niall’s first reaction was the complete opposite of Harry’s.

“Oh, come on, I’m sure I can make you happy too.” Niall pinches Harry’s cheek as a joke, but Harry is quick to remove his best friend’s arm and push him away with a slight sneer.

“Sure you can.” 

“I’m going to pretend it wasn’t sarcasm.” Niall slightly shakes his head and adjusts his backpack straps as they’re heading to the parking lot. “But, mate, you haven’t spent much time with me and the boys ever since you’ve got a girlfriend.”

“She’s not my girlfriend,” Harry replies with a straight face. “She won’t ever be.”

“Are you seriously still lying about not being in love with Y/N?”

“Feelings is a topic we’ve been avoiding since the other night.”

“You’re just gonna let her go after all the things she said?”

“I’m doing what’s best for her.”

“Jesus! You’re like some angsty teenager, Harold!” Niall’s eyes are rolled skyward. “You know what you need? A night out, some beer. How about tonight?”

Harry reaches his car and pulls out the key from his pocket. “Not sure mate. Y/N will probably call me tonight.”

Niall opens the door on the passenger side and stands with one arm resting on the top of it, squinting his eyes at Harry. “If you keep acting like you two are dating, what will happen when she’s got a boyfriend, huh?”

Ignoring his friend’s remark, Harry gets into the driver seat and buckles up his seatbelt, leaving Niall thinking his advice is like water off a duck’s back. But the truth is, what Niall said has really got Harry thinking. 

...

Y/N’s best friend, Violet, is fine. She’s got a broken leg and a few shallow cuts on her face, which will eventually heal and won’t leave any scar according to the doctor. She’s just unable to leave the hospital bed at the moment so Y/N has to spend a lot of time here. But seeing how her presence makes her best friend so content is enough to warm Y/N’s heart.

“Check this out!” Violet pulls her boyfriend closer by the arm to show him a meme on her phone, which makes both of them burst into laughter.

“Where’s the lie?”

Violet snorts at John’s comment. “You know, whenever I hear that question, I automatically think of the whole nine seasons of How I Met Your Mother.”

“Right?!” Y/N, who’s sitting on the armchair by her friend’s bed, joins in. “I made Harry watch the entire nine seasons with me, but he refused to watch the last episode, because of the ending.”

It doesn’t take Y/N more than two seconds to notice the way her two best friends are looking at her.

“And I mentioned Harry again...” She presses her lips together and shifts her eyes immediately back to the opened book on her lap, blushing a little bit when she hears Violet’s soft giggles.

“What are you two gonna do about this?” Violet questions, clearly interested in her friend’s love life.

“Nothing, I guess? He literally said nothing when I talked about my feelings so maybe that’s our solution.”

“Are you serious or sarcastic? Sometimes I can’t even tell,” says John, but the girls ignore him anyway.

"You should never leave a problem unresolved, especially when it comes to feelings. Do as I say, when you get home, straight off tell him ‘I’m fucking in love with you so if you don’t feel the same, we can’t be friends’.”

Y/N puckers her forehead as a response to her girl friend’s advice. “What if he doesn’t feel the same? I can’t just move out!”

“Oh, he feels the same, trust me.”

“Vi, you haven’t even met him.”

John cuts in, “you told us he kept begging you to stay. This guy’s kind of obsessed with you.”

“He is not. He just...wants me there because I cook for him and remind him to do chores.”

Violet stares at Y/N, frustration crinkles her eyes. “It seems to me that you just don’t want to believe he has feelings for you but doesn’t do anything about it, so you try to convince yourself he doesn’t like you at all. I’m sorry to inform you sister, this boy is obviously in love with you, and he’s probably just scared of not being good enough to come forward and admit it. You should just give him time or even a little push, because apparently, this is as new to Harry as it is to you.”

“I...” Y/N is taken aback. “I never thought of it that way.”

"Trust me, I’m an expert when it comes to love.” Violet throws an arm around her boyfriend’s neck, laying her head on his shoulder. “Right baby?”

“Can’t agree more!” John smiles then leans down to peck Violet’s on the lips, the sight of them being heads over heels for one another never fails to put a beam on Y/N’s face. She’s always adored her best friends’ relationship, the real-life high school lovers concept in every teen movie, and it’d be a lie to say she doesn’t crave things like these once in a while. 

Y/N’s not lucky like Violet, she’s experienced love in all the worst ways. Her first boyfriend, Will, whom she lost her first kiss to, cheated on her not so long before Prom night. She then lost the second important first, her virginity, to her Prom date whose name was Brad and he left the next morning before she woke and never called her again. Her second relationship was with an older boy named Noah, it was just a brief fling in the summer before she entered university. He used distance as an excuse to break up with her, but she wasn’t so bitter about it, she didn’t like him that much anyway. 

So looking back, it’s a shame to admit, she’d never really been in love until she met Harry. He’s the biggest plot twist in her life so far, and she’s glad that certain things happened the way they did to lead her to him. 

...

"The wifi sucks! I can’t hear you! Give me a sec,” Harry says in annoyance as he ends the video call and tries to call Y/N again. Her face pops back up on the screen, smiling at him, this time in much better quality.

“Can you hear me now?”

“Yeah.” Harry nods, smiling back. “Where was I?”

“You were telling me about-”

Y/N’s interrupted, this time by some muffled shouting in Harry’s background.

“Is the TV on?” she asks, but he shakes his head ‘no’ then turns around to look over his shoulder.

“Our neighbors are arguing.”

“Ben and Mark?”

“Yup.” Harry rolls his eyes. “Can’t you believe we were like that when we first moved in? Now I feel sorry for our neighbors back then.”

“We’re friends now, thank God.” 

Y/N’s choice of word leaves Harry a little uneasy. How is he suddenly so uncomfortable with her referring to them as ‘friends’? That’s what they are, that’s what he wants them to be. Right? Is it because them being friends also means she can be with someone else and he cannot do anything about it? Or maybe because recently it doesn’t feel like they’re friends anymore. They’ve been video-calling almost every night and texting throughout the day during these two weeks. She’ll be home before noon tomorrow, and then what? He doesn’t want to just go back to being somewhere in-between and risking losing her to someone else. What Niall said two weeks ago has really done him damage. 

Well, speaking of Niall...

“Harry, lend me your car keys!” Harry’s best friend bursts through the front door just in time Harry stands up from the sofa to go get a glass of water.  Niall doesn’t see Y/N on the screen since the laptop screen is turned away from him.

“I’ll be right back,” Harry says to Y/N. Niall, however, thinks that sentence is for him. He watches his friend disappear into his room and suddenly feels the phone vibrate, notifying him of a call.

“Hello?” answers Niall. Y/N stays silent while she’s waiting for her flatmate to return. 

“Yeah, Harry and I will definitely be at the party. Did Lara ask you to ask me this? I know she doesn’t care about me and only wants to make sure Harry will show up.”

Niall laughs, unaware that Y/N’s been listening this whole time. “She was all over him the last time. Sure Harry told me he thought she was hot but...Look, just tell her she’s on her own this time, I’m not going to be her wingman or whatsoever. Okay? Good.”

The phone call ends just in time Harry returns with his car key, sighing happily as he gives it to Niall. “Almost thought I lost it.”

“Thanks. See you at the party tonight, mate?” 

“Yeah, sure,” Harry replies indifferently and watches his friend make the exit. Once Niall’s gone, Harry returns to his previous spot on the sofa, Y/N’s still there, but she doesn’t look as happy as she was just a minute ago. Harry can tell right away.

“What’s wrong?” he asks. As usual, when it comes to this question, she lies.

“Nothing. My mum called. I gotta go.”

“But I was in the middle of telling you the cat story.”

“Tell me when I get back.” 

“But-”

The chat window disappears before Harry can even finish his sentence, leaving him shocked and confused at the same time.

...

It’s two in the morning. How ironic it is that all the interesting things usually happen to Y/N at two in the morning, whether she’s asleep or awake. This time, Y/N’s still lost in dreamland when she receives a voice call from her flatmate. She normally doesn’t answer calls at this hour, but the moment she sees his name on the screen, she does it without pause.

“Y/N?” His voice is raspy. She guesses that he’s either drunk or just woke up, or maybe both.

“Harry, why are you calling me?”

“’Cause I miss you.” 

Yup, definitely drunk.

“Are you still at the party, Harry?” Y/N calmly asks as she flips onto her back, her arm comes to rest on top of her forehead.

“No, Niall drove me home...with a pretty girl.”

Y/N feels a lump in her throat. “Is the pretty girl still there with you?”

“Of course not! She tried to kiss me but I told her no, no, noooo.” She can imagine him wiggling his forefinger from left to right drunkenly and the thought of it makes her smile. 

“So you’re home alone now?” 

“Yesss.”

And the next thing he says really gets her staring at the ceiling with cow eyes.

“Don’t want to be with anyone else, I just want you.”

She doesn’t know exactly how to response to that. She doesn’t even know if she can count on his drunken words to draw a conclusion! But what else can you possibly think when someone just blurts out that they want you only? 

Despite the reply of silence, Harry carries on with his speech anyway, “have you noticed...how I’ve stopped going out and inviting girls over?”

She has. She just doesn’t want to make a big deal out of it, though it makes her glad, undoubtedly.

“I just want you...No other girls,” he repeats as if to make a statement. 

Y/N’s biting hard on her bottom lip, trying to come up with something to say to him but her mind is empty at the moment.

“I wish you were here. When will you come back home, Y/N?”

“Tomorrow morning,” she finally speaks, fingers pinching her bottom lip slightly. His voice sounds so soothing, she knows if she continues this conversation, she may not be able to wake up on time, but she cannot help it, she finds comfort in what he’s saying and how he’s saying it a bit way too much.

“Do you miss meeeee?” Harry asks another question, stretching out the final word in a playful tone. Can he be any cuter? Y/N thinks, beaming to herself.

“I do, very much. But only a few hours more and I’m there with you.”

“Okay...you should go to bed, it’s late. Don’t want you to be sick...”

Y/N snorts in response to his reminder, since he was the one who came between her and her sleep. “You should too. I’ll be home when you wake up.”

“Okay, good night, love,” Harry says softly. “Just know that...I love you very much...”

Just like that, Harry hangs up. Y/N lies in the same position, staring at the ceiling, her phone’s still on her ear. With her lips slightly parted and a shock expression on her face, she nearly shuts down her entire system for almost a minute, just because of those five words Harry said to her on the phone. 

She feels so good, no, she’s over the moon! But at the same time, worried, maybe scared? Harry wasn’t sober! He probably won’t remember anything tomorrow morning! But people say you’re most honest when you’re drunk, does that means he was telling the truth, that he loved her very much? But what if he just thought he loved her because he was in a vulnerable state? What if he changes his mind once he’s been refreshed?

Y/N, now drowning in her own inquiries, decides that she won’t be going back to sleep.

...

Harry’s brushing his teeth when he hears the front door open and shut. In a flash, he manages to finish his morning routine, throws on a white t-shirt, and almost trips over a few objects on his bedroom floor as he rushes to the living room. 

The moment Y/N sees Harry after two weeks apart, she takes no time to literally jump ontop of him. Harry has his arms secured around her waist, eyes opened wide as he’s amazed by his ability to keep the two of them in balance and how he didn’t get knocked over by her sudden attack. Y/N locks her arms around her flatmate’s neck, her legs around his waist leaving no space between them.

“I’m home!” she finally says, making Harry chuckle. His face is in her hair and he cannot enjoy this moment anymore than this.

“Yeah, I know. You just jumped on me.”

Y/N pulls her face away from Harry’s neck to look at him. This is the most intimate they’ve been to each other, her lips are just a few inches away from his and the way his minty breath is fanning her face makes her want to kiss him so bad.

“Are you happy I’m home?” she asks.

“Too happy,” he answers.

Then comes another question from Y/N, “do you have anything you want to tell me?” 

This one leaves Harry thinking for a second before he says, “welcome home?” 

The look of disappointment on Y/N’s face really says it all, she jumps off of him and turns to leave. However, Harry grabs onto her wrist just in time to pull her back into his arms.

“I love you,” he finally says, face buried in the crook of her neck, arms tightened around her waist. There’s no turning back now that the words are finally spoken, but his inner self is jumping for joy as he finally gets the heavy weight off his chest. 

Harry feels Y/N hands move from her sides up to his back, then stop at the back of his head, her fingers locked in his hair. He cannot see her face, little does he know, she’s in seventh heaven right now.

“What? You thought I didn’t remember what I’d said? I wasn’t that drunk.”

Y/N immediately pulls away and smacks him on the arm, making the poor boy jump in shock.

“Hey! What was that for?!”

“Why didn’t you just say it like a normal person huh?!” She tries to look pissed, but the radiant in her eyes say otherwise. “Why didn’t you say anything when I fucking poured my heart out for you, asshole?!”

Harry cracks up and reaches out for her hands, at first she shrugs him off but eventually lets him hold them anyway. She hates that he knows she’s loving it, the smug on his face is just so attractively despicable.

“I was really scared!” he confesses, the way his green eyes are looking at her lets her know that he’s being genuine. “I didn’t think I was good enough for you. I thought it’d be better if I let you go and eventually be with someone more worthy.”

“What made you change your mind then?”

“Well, not gonna lie but it’s alcohol.”

“You’re just begging for me to punch you, yeah?” She widens her eyes, but grinning this time.

“Okay, okay, just messing with you.” Harry wraps her arms around his waist so he can stand closer to her like before, a cheeky grin spreads across his lips. 

“One night last week I sat down and thought of two possible outcomes.” He raises one finger. “One, if I let you go, it’s not unlikely that you’ll end up with an asshole who’s even less worthy than me, then I’ll have to beat him up and see you cry for another guy.” Then another. “Two, if I give us a chance, I can try my best not to be an asshole and make you happy, in this case I won’t have to beat up anyone. I went for the latter option.”

Y/N squints her eyes at him. “Gosh, why am I so lucky to fall for someone this romantic?”

“Stooooop, you make me blush!” he rolls his eyes and they both laugh.

“So...” Harry trails off, not taking his eyes off the girl in front of him, secretly wondering to himself why he didn’t meet her sooner. 

“Will you let me kiss you now?” he asks to receive a look of surprise from his flatmate.

“Are you seriously asking for my permission to kiss me? Who are you?!”

“Just so you know I’m also very blessed to fall for someone this romantic.”

“I’m glad we’re on the same page,” says Y/N. Now both of them are sure that the only thing stays constant in their relationship after this moment is how they just enjoy being sarcastic to each other. 

“You’re allowed to kiss me then.” Y/N nods happily, and judging by the way Harry’s been staring at her lips this whole time, he wants this as much as she does. With no hesitation, Harry attaches his mouth to hers, eagerly yet gently. It’s like all the suppressed feelings from the past weeks are put into this one kiss. He’s been dreaming of how she’s tasted for so long so this is like a dream comes true. Of course this is not the first kiss for neither of them, but without any doubt, the first kiss that’s actually meaningful.

And as they pull away, breathless, Y/N finally tells Harry what he thinks he’ll never forgets.

“I love you too.”

[architect-arcane]

The Impact Zone (Harrison x reader)

 AU: Soulmate / tattoo

 Fandom: Bondi Rescue

Words: ~ 2,132

Part: 1/?

A/N: So the bondi rescue fandom is seriously lacking in, well, everything. It’s an amazing show and if you like shirtless guys, then you’d enjoy it. Season 10 and 11 are on netflix and season 13 premiered yesterday. ANYWHO, I wanted to write something due to the extreme lack in fics (especially fics here on tumblr), and Harrison fics in general. (wattpad has a bunch but they’re like 62% jesse and 35% Maxi)

Another note: I usually don’t care for the soulmates au’s but I got this idea a couple days ago and I’m kinda obsessed with it, so yeah. Here we go –

Soulmates are a weird concept to me. Despite the fact that it’s how our society works. Like, you’re supposed to meet and fall in love with a complete stranger just because they have the same tattoo as you? What kind of higher power decided that was a good idea? But, it’s a thing and I guess I just have to deal with it.

Everyone gets their tattoo at a different time in their lives. Sometimes they appear right away when you’re born, sometimes you have to wait until you’re in your 20s or 30s until it appears. They appear someplace on your body with a white ink look, and slowly turn black as you get closer to meeting your soulmate – emphasis on slowly. Even if you do meet them, it’s a gradual change to black, so it may take a couple hours up to a couple days or weeks before you even know it’s them.

My parents were lucky enough to be high school sweethearts. Ironically enough, their tattoos are hearts; my mom’s is on her hip, my dad’s on his wrist. My older brother and his wife were also high school sweethearts, though it took much longer for their tattoos to turn to black for some reason. We always joke that they had a glitch or something. My younger sister literally met her soulmate in kindergarten. Like, wtf? They’re sophomores and still too young to marry, but still. And then there’s me. I’m 22, about to start my last year of college, and still have yet to meet my soulmate. Middle child syndrome I guess? I’m starting to think he doesn’t exist.

Not only that but I was also a late bloomer in even getting my soulmate tattoo. It didn’t appear until summer last year: a wave on my ankle.

Considering it showed up so late, I can only assume that I won’t meet my soulmate until I’m like 35 or something. So I guess he does exist since I at least have a tattoo. It’s just finding him that will be the challenge now. Like I said, my final year of college is starting soon, meaning that I will be graduating in May, which means that I have to find a job and be out in the real world, making it even harder to find the guy.

Growing up on the coast has its perks. Not only is it warm a majority of the year, but if you live anywhere near a beach, you probably grew up surfing or doing something related to water. I’m pretty sure I’ve been swimming since I came out of the womb. And as soon as I could walk, my dad was taking me out and teaching me to surf. By the time I was 13, I was winning almost all the competitions I was in. I definitely wasn’t famous by any means, but a lot of people knew who I was. I did that up though high school. Focusing on my studies, I surf a lot less now, but many students and professors still recognize me and it’s kind of weird. But I wasn’t about to do four years of online college, sooo….

That all aside, I suppose I shouldn’t be complaining this much. I’m kicking off my senior year by taking a summer trip to Australia. How many people get to say that? And I’ve heard there’s amazing surf there too, so I’ll be doing that for sure. I wasn’t even really planning on taking this trip but just a few days ago I talked to my parents about it and they were okay with it, so I just booked it. Talk about spontaneity right?

I make though customs smoothly and as I enter the plane for the dreaded 15 hour flight from LAX to Sydney, I try to get comfortable. Luckily, it seems like a decently small amount of passengers, so after a few hours, I should be able to find a row of seats to lay down on. And just that happens. Once we take off and high enough to turn on electronics, I get on my computer for a while. I check social medias, watch a little Netflix and hulu, and write on the blog diary I decided to keep for this week.

After quite some time of that, my eyes start to hurt from looking at my screen, and I decide to finally sleep for hopefully the rest of the flight, but who knows? It’s dark out so that should help a little. There are a couple people in my row unfortunately, but by some odd luck, the row behind us is completely empty. I put my laptop away, shove my bag under the seat and shimmy out of the row of seats I’m currently in. Going into the overhead bins to grab some sleeping stuff, I pull out a small pillow and my sleeping mask. I then go into the row behind us and prepare myself for what is hopefully a decent sleep.

Time passes, and when I wake up I check the little tv screen on the back of the seat in front of me to see where we are and how much time is left on the flight. Surprisingly, I slept a good six hours meaning I only have about four hours left of this flight. After calling a flight attendant and ordering some food because I’m starving, I pull out my computer again and occupy myself for the remaining time on this flight. Considering we’re over the ocean – well, just flying in general – I have no point of reference to try to figure out what time it is where I’m at, but my phone says 1PM Cali time. I think that means it’s just after 7AM in Sydney. Time zones are so weird because I left home just after midnight on a Sunday, and when I land in Sydney, it’ll be 11AM Tuesday already. Wild.

 The beep of the intercom brings me out of my concentration on my computer screen. “Ladies and gentleman, this is your captain speaking. We are preparing our descent to Sydney. The current time is 11:34 in the morning, Tuesday, and the current temperature is a balmy 78°. That’s 25 for you locals.” There’s a few chuckles across the plane and the fasten seatbelts sign lights up. Putting away my things and going back to my original seat, I buckle up and prepare for landing.

Landing smoothly, it takes half hour before we get to our gate. It takes another half hour after that to even get my things and get off the plane. Walking off of the air conditioned plane and into the Australia heat, the captain wasn’t lying when he said it was balmy. I almost immediately start sweating. You’d think I’d be used to this, living in SoCal, but nope. I guess not. It’s all good once I get back into the airport. I head straight to baggage claim, find my suitcase, and head out to get a taxi. Luckily, there’s a small line of taxis waiting to pick up morning arrivals. After the few families ahead of me get in their taxis and leave, I get to the front of the line and greet my driver. After getting my suitcase and carry-ons loaded in the trunk, I get in the back of the car.

“Where to?” Alex, my taxi driver asks.

“Hotel Ravesis.”

“Okay! Pretty fancy.”

I chuckle, “Is it? There was a deal when I booked it, so I’m not sure.”

“Oh yes. It’s on Campbell Parade, which is right across the road from Bondi Beach, one of Australia’s most famous beaches.”

“Ooh nice!” I say excitedly. “Can’t wait to go there.”

“Swimmer?”

“And surfer. I’ve been surfing basically since I could walk.”

“Oh wow! Well you’ll have a great time here then. Any special reason you’re visiting?” 

I shake my head, “Not really. Just doing a big solo trip before I start my senior year of college.”

“Very nice. I’m sure you’ll enjoy it.”

We continue to talk for the entire half hour of the drive. When we arrive, I pay him and he helps me get my things to the entryway of the hotel. I thank him again and head in. After checking in, I head to my room and finally relax on the bed. Next thing I know, I’m waking up and two more hours have passed. Guess I was a lot more tired that I thought I was. In my defense, the hotel bed is quite a bit more comfortable than a row of airplane seats.

Now a little after four, I decide I should probably find someplace to eat a proper meal, which I haven’t had since before I left home. I think there’s a café within or right outside this hotel, so I decide to go there.

After an amazing meal, I decide to take it easy and just walk around this famous Campbell Parade. I’m not tired yet, but the jet lag will probably catch up to me tomorrow. Walking down the street, there’s a bunch of shops and food places, just like any other big city. Definitely more surf shops though.

It takes me only about 20 minutes to walk from the hotel to end up on the far northeast side of the beach. If I remember correctly, Alex said that this was the famous Bondi Beach. Probably a dream of every surfer to be here. And here I am. Though I’m far less than prepared – I don’t have my swimsuit or even a towel – that doesn’t mean I can’t take a walk along the beach. I head down the stairs beside what looks like the kiddie pool, take off my flip flops, and slowly begin my walk.

The water is so blue, the sand isn’t too hot, and it’s just an overall beautiful day. And there’s so many people here! Many probably are not fond of the crowds, but I love it. My favorite part is that no one here knows who I am. Being in the surfing circuit back home, everyone knew who you were no matter where you were…especially me since I was winning all the time. 

As I begin my walk I see children playing in the pool and the shallows of the ocean, other people swimming all along the coast, surfers further out catching waves, and more people just sunbathing on the sand. This feels like home to me. I can’t wait to be surfing here tomorrow. I walk in between the mass of people and the wall barricading the far end of the beach. I make it half way, right by the big lifeguard tower. If I hadn’t spent my whole childhood surfing competitively, I probably would have been a lifeguard in high school during the summer months. It’s something I’ve always wanted to do – save people’s lives.

Stopping for a moment, I take in the view. I may be here all week, but I’ll be spending most of it in the water, so now is a good time to just look at it all. I walk a little further and get to the steps where visitors can enter the beach. Going up a few to get a better view, I pull out my phone and take a few pictures. Not only is the attendance at the beach astounding, but so is the sunset. I’ve never seen anything so beautiful. Right as I begin my descent, I hear the starting of a motor. I look to my left and see an atv of some sort hooked up to a trailer with a jet ski speed to the water. My eyes follow it and its occupants. These are clearly the lifeguards, as noted by their blue pullovers which I couldn’t read, but another one came running down the stairs from the lifeguard tower carrying something and getting in another atv, and I saw that their pullover said LIFEGUARD. Now I know who to look out for.

I continue down the entrance stairs and continue my walk down the beach. Making it to the end, I walk up the ramp so I can get back on a sidewalk. It is now just after six, so I complete my circle and eat a small dinner just by the hotel at a café. After finishing, I head back to my room and sit out on my room’s balcony, looking out at the night sky. I’m still pretty awake, so I get on my laptop and update my blog diary, check my social medias again, and by the time that’s all done, I’m actually pretty tired. I take a shower to finally freshen up after traveling, braid my hair so it’s cute and wavy for tomorrow, and head to bed.

part two