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svnflowervol666 · 5 years ago

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could u probably write one where h is dating a girl that’s a lil curvy? (You can look up someone like julia kelly and katya elise henry on ig/tumblr if u wanna know) and she gets a lot of comparisons from a few of his friends and fans, it kinda brings her down a bit bc idk man I’m a bit curvy too but i get so insecure sometimes knowing that people could be so judgmental but i know harry would love his girl no matter what 🥺❤️

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: smut-ish (at the end)

Something was off with Y/N. Harry had known this for the past few days. It wasn’t that she’d been acting completely different, just so much so that being the caring and attentive person that he is, Harry had picked up on it.

At first, it was turning down second helpings at dinner. He didn’t think much of it aside from giving her the side-eye, because it was her favorite meal that Harry only cooked for her on special occasions. Next, it was her offering to pleasure him in the morning with her mouth instead of letting him take care of them both. Again, it was odd for her to turn down early morning sex, but he’d assumed she was just tired. Then came the nights when Y/N refused to sleep naked. Harry and Y/N always slept without clothes on, Harry claiming that it was just one more layer keeping them apart, which he hated. Again, he thought it was weird, but the weather had been particularly nipply lately so he’d chalked it up to her simply getting chilly throughout the night and needing the extra warmth.

The last and final straw, the whistle-blower that tied all of her off-kilter behaviors together, came to Harry when Y/N was in the shower. She was rinsing off after dinner, which she had only picked at anxiously with her fork without actually eating much of, and Harry was cleaning up the kitchen and living room to prepare for the movie night they had planned. When Harry went to move Y/N’s open laptop from the coffee table, he accidentally woke up the screen, and what he saw puzzled him to no end. It was an article pulled up on her browser, one from a tabloid company titled, “Reasons Why Y/N is Harry Styles’ Best Girlfriend.” The article was filled with photos of not only him and Y/N but of him and his past girlfriends as well. The point was to prove how much happier Harry looked with Y/N as opposed to his exes, but Harry was peeved regardless. Sure, some of these women had done him wrong in the past and left him feeling absolutely gutted, but he hated seeing them being put up against each other in this fashion.

Only adding to his frustration, the next tab over from the article was twitter account that Y/N and Harry had made one drunken night in order to spy on his fans and have a good laugh at how funny some of his followers were. They logged on and scrolled through the tweets together occasionally, but the tweets pulled up on the screen were all about Y/N’s body rather than jokes about how badly they wanted Harry to run them over with his car or memes made out of the horrid candids people had taken of him on stage. They claimed that Y/N was better than Camille because she “actually has an ass,” and that Taylor could never pull off a dress like the one Y/N wore on New Year's Eve because she didn’t have the right curves like Y/N did. Again, not necessarily negative comments, but this coupled with the other article Y/N had been looking at was enough for Harry to comprehend what was happening here.

It didn’t take much for Harry to put it all together, and it broke his heart when he did. She was comparing herself to the other girls Harry had been with. He wasn’t stupid. He knew what people said about Y/N and he knew very well that she looked much different than the other girls he typically went for. People certainly picked up on Harry’s “type,” seeing as he was always a hot topic for the press. Therefore when Y/N came along, everyone had tons to say on the matter. He avoided the comments as much as he could, but it was clear that Y/N was unable to say the same.

In the midst of planning how Harry would approach her on the subject, Y/N emerged from the top of the stairs and made her way over to the couch, dressed in an oversized shirt of Harry’s and a pair of her favorite underwear. Harry quickly closed her laptop and moved it into the kitchen as if he hadn’t just been snooping through her browser history.

“Alright,” she huffed as she plopped down onto the plush cushions of the sofa, wet hair sticking to the nape of her neck, “What’re we watching tonight?”

“Dunno,” Harry pondered, “Should we just search romantic comedies on Netflix and see what we find?”

“You know me too well, bubby,” she sighed contently.

A smile tugged at the corners of Harry’s mouth at the nickname she’d used. She appeared to be in a good mood, so he decided not to push his luck and try talking to her another day.

“Ye’ want some popcorn? Bought a new box at the store yesterday.”

“Uhh, no. I think I’m good. Still pretty full from dinner.”

You hardly touched your dinner, Harry thought to himself. He nodded (extremely hesitantly) at his girlfriend before situating his own self on the sofa next to her.

They settled on some independent film they knew they��d both hate, but that was the fun of it. Cracking jokes about how bad the acting was or about how inconsistent the main character’s accent was was almost more fun to Harry than watching a film that was actually good, which was why they ended up watching shitty, low budget ones on their designated, weekly movie nights.

Nearly halfway through the film, Harry absentmindedly slid his arm that was draped around her waist down to reach for Y/N’s thigh to place over his lap. He loved cuddling her this way, which their bodies morphed together and their legs intertwined under the coziest blanket in his house. Y/N loved it too, so Harry was shocked, but up until recently, not surprised, when she quickly pulled her leg away from Harry’s grip and off of his lap.

“Wha’s wrong? Ye’ don’t want to cuddle wi’ me?”

“What do you mean? I am cuddling with you?”

Harry huffed dramatically and rolled his eyes at his girlfriend’s feigned ignorance.

“Ye’ know exactly what I mean, baby. And it’s not just that. You’ve been acting weird lately. I know ye’ think I haven’t noticed, but I have. Ye’ don’t eat as much at dinner anymore, ye’ sleep with a t-shirt on. Ye’ don’t even want me touchin’ ye’ right now. Plus, I saw what was pulled up on your laptop while ye’ were in the shower. I’m not dumb, Y/N. Just wish you’d talk t’ me about it’s all.”

Y/N felt the embarrassment creep up her chest and spread to her neck. Her cheeks burned hot as she stared directly into his emerald green eyes that were begging, pleading for her to open up to him and tell him why she’d been so clearly obsessed with her appearance as of late. She’d had no idea that she’d even made a pattern out of her behaviors must less that Harry had picked up on them.

“I-...Harry....I don’t want to talk about this right now,” her voice barely came over a whisper.

“Well, I do. What is it? Ye’ think your too big f’ me or somethin’?”

Y/N sighed frustratingly in Harry’s direction.

“It’s not that. Not entirely anyway. It’s hard to explain. You’ll think it’s stupid.”

She tried not to look at Harry, but his burning gaze made it impossible to tear her eyes away.

“Baby, nothing ye’ say or feel is stupid. Talk t’ me.”

He placed his ringed hand on her kneecap. She was hesitant to not pull away from his touch, but she tried her best to relax against his grip.

“It’s just that...I don’t....look like the other girls you’ve been with,” Y/N chewed her bottom lip anxiously as soon as the words left her mouth.

Harry still didn’t see her point.

“So?” he questioned, “There’s a reason why I’m not with ‘em anymore.”

“I’m just...I see all of these comments about what people say about me...about us and it makes me feel weird.”

“Weird? Like wha’?”

“Weird like I don't really see why you’re even with me, H. I am the polar opposite of all of your exes.”

Harry had half a mind to be angry with Y/N for more or less accusing him of not loving her when that couldn’t have been further from the truth, but he was able to see things from her side and keep his urges to himself. He knew exactly what it was like to be under constant scrutiny from the press, but she didn’t. She didn’t ask for this, she didn’t deserve this, and she certainly shouldn’t be feeling the way she’s feeling right now.

“Baby,” Harry cooed her, “Wha’ever it is that ye’ read or wha’ever ye’ thinkin’, ‘ts not true. I swear on me mum that you’re the girl I want t’ spend forever with. Ye’ don’t have to change anything about ye’self to get me t’ love ye’ any more than I already do.”

“But-”

“But nothing,” Harry interrupted, “Promise me ye’ won’t read that rubbish anymore. And promise you’ll stop hidin’ ye’self from me, too.”

Y/N nodded slowly, feeling the tension built up in her shoulders slowly dissipating into thin air. Harry was her favorite person in the world, and hearing that from him meant everything. Of course, she’d still have her moments when she’d feel like she wasn’t good enough, but everyone had those.

“Good,” Harry leaned over to press a chaste kiss over her forehead, “Now give me a proper cuddle.”

He leaned over to grab her by the waist and hoisted her up completely on top of him.

“Harry, no!” Y/N sheepishly exclaimed through embarrassed giggles.

“Y/N, yes!” Harry taunted her as he made them both comfortable on the sofa once more.

He pulled the blanket up over their shoulders and wrapped his arms securely around her back so that he could pet her spine whilst they finished the movie. She nestled into Harry’s shoulder and breathed in his scent that lingered on his fitted, white t-shirt. Twenty minutes ago, she’d have felt like she was crushing Harry under her weight, but not now. She felt at peace knowing Harry loved her for who she was.

As movie nights typically go with Harry, he started to get quite handsy towards the end of the film. He was starting to shift about the sofa and his palms were navigating towards the supple skin of Y/N’s bum. At first, it was a comforting hand slipping in between the hemline of her panties and just resting there against her bare skin, but soon turned into Harry kneading teasing, firm motions on her ass. His lips had found their way to the sensitive patch of her neck, sucking and tugging the area lazily, but still intense enough to mark her up.

“Angel,” Harry beckoned when he was able to pull his lips away from her momentarily.

Y/N hummed in response, too intoxicated from the tingling sensation caused by Harry’s tongue mouthing at her throat.

“Sit up f’ me,” Harry demanded, his voice dripping with lust and desire.

She did as she was told, sitting up so she was still straddling Harry’s chest as she looked down at him. Harry kept a close grip on Y/N’s thighs as he slid further down the couch and his face was now inches away from her core.

“Harry, what’re you-”

“Shh,” Harry’s eyes were blown out and glassy as he switched from looking into her eyes and the damp patch that was slowly but surely forming at the front of her cotton panties.

“Just let me love on ye’ for a bit. Come closer t’ me.”

He tried tugging her thighs so that she’d sit down a bit more against him, but she tensed up.

“But I don’t want to-”

“Ye’ not gonna crush me or wha’ever it is that ye’ worried about.”

“I might,” she mumbled to herself.

Her self-depreciation caused Harry to nip the inside of her bare thigh with his teeth, which made her jerk in response.

“Hey!” she scolded.

Harry took advantage of her moment of disorientation and kissed her heat over the front of her panties so that he could taste the juices that had accumulated there. Her chuckles quickly died down into moans when she felt the beginnings of his stubble graze the part of her body where she’d always needed Harry the most.

“Ye’ gonna listen t’ me now, pet?” Harry asked as he replaced his lips with his thumb, where he began rubbing tantalizingly slow circles against her clothed clit.

“Mhmmm,” Y/N mewled.

“Though so,” Harry finished off with his infamous cheeky smirk.

She settled down properly onto Harry’s face, hovering just over his plump, shining lips until he was ready to taste her again. When he pulled her panties to the side and latched onto her dripping, wet core, she sank even further down against Harry’s tongue, eager to feel him in every possible nook and cranny that he could reach. He drank from her like he’d never wanted anything else in his all of his days.

Y/N had no doubt in her mind that at this moment, Harry was being honest when he said that she was the only person he wanted to spend the rest of his life with.

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ushiwakaout · 4 years ago

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Lead Singer! Tamaki Amajiki with tattoo artist & lead guitarist S/O || MHA

Genre: Rock Star AU || Fluff || Self-Indulgent angst ||

⚠️ Warnings: Drug Use || Nsfw || Orgy || Mommy kink? ||

Words: 2k+

A/N: very self indulgent bc i love rockstar aus i’ve never seen one of tamaki so here it is!

Gender Neutral Reader

Dude, don’t even get me started

HE SINGS LIKE JESSE THE GUY WHO SING SWEATHER WEATHER AND DADDY ISSUES

Can you imagine his singing devils advocate, holy shit he’d look so good MA’AM PLEASE

YOU CANNOT TELL ME THAT HE WOULDN’T DRESS LIKE HARRY STYLES

He’s still shy and still has stage fright the first few times but your his lead guitar player (dated before the band was together)

Mirio is on the drums while Nejire is the bass player

It’s so hard not to pounce on him once he gets into his music like wow

ESPECIALLY IF HE SUNG DEVILS ADVOCATE

You guys wear a matching matte black rings and people assume you’re married, y’all never say no so you’re gonna let people assume bc you’re fine with it.

You used to be a tattoo artist so many tattoos Tamaki has or will have, it’s done by you, he won’t want

After every set he’ll either kiss you or your hand, it just depends if you go straight into the next set or not

He sings pretty boy dedicated to you bc if it where all to end, he’d be okay if it was by your side

The fans either ship you or they don’t

It’s a little hard thinking that people don’t think you’re a good match but Tamaki always says that you’re his angel and he’d never fall in love with anyone else bc you’re his soulmate

Some fans ship him with mirio and they both think its funny bc they’ve been best friends since they where kids so they don’t have a problem

But Tamaki does not, DOES NOT like it when they ship him with Nejire. Not that he doesn’t like her bc she, along with mirio, got him out of his comfort zone a lot (in a good way).

He sees the way you’re smile fades when you see a post about their ship, people saying that they look good and all. It’s gotten to a point of wanting to break up with Tamaki just to make a handfull of fans happy

You’d do anything for his music to rise up the ranks, even if it meant losing your relationship

You’ve gone to mirio sobbing about this, it kinda hurt Tamaki that you didn’t go to him but you just couldn’t face him without the reminder of those stupid post

There was one day where a post said “look at the way he looks at her, he looks at her like he’s in love with her.” You looked at the picture for a long time and didn’t even realize the water works

You didn’t really mention it to anybody but when tamaki sang pretty boy, everyone could tell that it had a different feel to it

the set was over and before tamaki could look at you, you had already gone off the stage and ran towards the back locking yourself into the bathroom and kinda just letting it all out

god you hated this feeling, the ache in your chest

Tamaki basically broke into the bathroom and froze when he saw you crying. He was so worry and so angry at the same time.

You both ended up crying on the bathroom floor together proclaiming your love for each other in such a snotty mess that it ended in laughter.

After that incident there was a long thread tweet of Tamaki explaining politely why he doesn’t like when people ship him with someone else other than his s/o or mirio (bc you don’t mind it either) people could tell that he was angry through the tweet and it was a lil scary bc tamaki DOES NOT GET ANGRY

anygays- angst is over, sorry very self-indulgent.

YOU CANNOT TELL ME THIS MAN DOESN’T SMOKE DUE TO ANXIETY

You guys have 21+ concerts bc it’s those type of concerts where u can smoke weed legally and drink

SHOT GUN SMOKE WITH TAMAKI HOT HOT HOT

Tamaki’s a lil high so he does it with mirio too and u end up doing it with nejire (your relationship def gets a lot better after the whole shipping situation bc yall talk about it and nejire ends up outing herself to you guys as a lesbian)

so if you’re a girl, Tamaki will def. tell her to watch herself when it comes to his girl but if you’re a dude- you guys are like oh... cool, good for you.

MMM tourbus sex

YOU CANNOT TELL ME THAT AS A BAND YALL DIDN’T DO SOMETHING TOGETHER

you don’t Nejire anywhere near Tamaki tho, def a small cat fight while it happens

TAMAKI GOT REALLY JELOUS WHEN MIRIO KISSED YOU OH MAN

Tamaki def fucked you several times while Mirio was listening bc TAMAKI WANTS HIM TOO KNOW WHO YOU BELONG TOO (cannon amajiki is a bottom and probably a pillow prince but fannon tamaki is a switch but in my head in this au TAMAKI IS A HARDCORE TOP)

Several occasions where you have to sit down during concerts bc tamaki ruined you minutes beforehand

FOR A FUCKING FACT yall do it in the dressing room and he just cums inside you and slips you’re underwear back on minutes before set AND U HAVE NO TIME TO CLEAN YOURSELF SO YOU’RE LIKE FUCK

mmm i love me some dom tamaki

Okay lets get to award shows

B E S T D R E S S E D C O U P L E A W A R D

its something like this: female / male

if y’all win something tamaki will NOT speak, way too many people are looking at him at the moment and he almost died during the pictures.

“some many flashing cameras”

holds your hand tighter and y’all ask to get escorted out

If y’all live together like only you and him, you’re house def is the definition of dark decor

if you guys every do get married, you aren’t getting a live band, everyone thought you did but it turns out it’s you guys in wedding attire- they love it.

Also very small wedding, somehow able to hide it from the pap and its like 50 people or so, mostly friends and like 1/3 family

100% LIKE PEWDIEPIES WEDDING. very very private but very nature/dark decor

do y’all get wedding tattoos. yes. but not matching, not really.

do y’all tattoo each-other at the wedding... yes.

on your ring finger you have a sun and he has the moon.

you are the light that guides his threw the darkness and he is your sun, always lighting up your life you know bc the sun lights up the moon

y’all just love eachother sorry

you don’t break up and y’all don’t expect to

BABIES Fem version

do you still play while pregnant yes

are people surprised, yell yeah

you gotta sit down tho bc your feet are killing you

around the 6 to 9 month mark, the band goes on a break tamaki ends up going solo for a bit during the break and he makes you sing with him AND WOW do you get a larger fanbase bc of it. yes

angelic voice of a pregnant mother

it made tamaki horny, like how the fuck are are you so fucking great at fucking everything please let me fuck you god please

will whine, WILL CALL YOU MOMMY god yes

BABIES Male version.

Yall really wanted to adopt w one baby but the baby you liked had a twin so youre like HOW CAN U TAKE ONE AND NOT THE OTHER

they are twins but ones a boy and one is a girl

god you love them with all your heart

BABIES IN GENERAL (fem version yall have twins too, boy and girl)

they grow up to be band geeks, yall love it but your boy learns piano and the girl ends up playing the guitar (def not the outcome you guys thought it would be but you really dont care)

Let set names Mizuki for a girl, Haru for a boy. (legit beautiful moon and the sun)

Mizuki is very alternative meets fairy academia/ loves plants. probably a baby witch: has the same attitude as Tamaki

Haru is Dark Academia meets city pop / loves record, old gadgets and reading books: very much more like their other parent

If y’all ever retire to just making music at home the kids are def. gonna take the band name and just put “The new gen” after it. You guys make fun of them for being unoriginal and they get pouty

but they had you guys crying the first time they got a gig. they both sing, make music like billie and finneas and y’all just so proud.

when you guys start getting older they will take you to award shows as their date to flex the fact that they are gen celebs who actually made something off of their parent success unlike some people

y’all just flex you’re kid bc they doing so well

just for shits and giggles (kids are like 22 at this point, you guys are like 46) :

Haru would probably get a girl pregnant during a one night stand and end up in a baby daddy situation

Mizuki probably steals Tamakis weeb and smokes it w lavander, you catch her and you’re like.... is it good? mother/father daughter smoke sesh

Haru is like “where’s mom, i need her to run by some notes- are you guys smoking? I’m telling dad.”

“It’s not like you’re dad doesn’t smoke either.”

Haru and Mizuki are like “WHAT?! SINCE WHEN?!”

“Since always... how’d you think he got over his stage fright? It’s not like i could go down on you’re dad every time before a concert to lift his nerves.”

Fake gagging from the two kids.

You guys a def the parents who kinda don’t care about your image but you don’t let your kids go off easy

They are good kids who kept good grades and never got caught while doing trouble- so they are well respected and have liberty to do what they like.

There ends up being an article about your family and the cover is you guys- all of you with your nails painted and eyemakeup

very very controversial interview with strict and non liberals calling you guys bad parents and such

and you guys also talked about the topic about how you cared for your children. explaining that you guys stopped smoking, stopped drinking, kept a healty diet until they where 15. once they became 18 it was a very open enviroment, letting your kids grow the way they want and not suffocating them. not shoving down their beliefs and likes- they grew up the way they wanted to with the care of their parents.

parents kinda hate you ngl, yall too great sksksksk

yall also play the game where they ask you questions and if you don’t answer you have to take a shot

Mizuki: “Oh ew, please don’t answer this question... Have you ever had- *clears throat* have you guys ever had sex while we where in the house

Tamaki gets all red and shoves a shot down your throat and now you don’t get to answer “But I wanted to answer!” Haru is cringing hard and he takes a shot himself “You guys are gross”

Haru asks a question and just HATES IT “Oh god... Okay- Only because I wanna know I’m asking parent number 2 (you’re parent #2) Is the rumor of you guys doing the dirty with your band true. Did you guys have an orgy.”

You start to laugh your ass off but Mizuki and Tamaki are looking at eachother bc they cant believe they’ve done this Haru def is out of his shy bubble and now Mizuki has it

“You want a shot papa?” She asked tamaki, he just nodds and she fills it to the brim, “I think thats enough.” But before he’s able to reach for it, She shoots it down and put another one full for him

“Oh yeah, that’s true. Kinda i guess, it wasn’t really an orgy- It was more like two couples doing it in the same room while doing it but you’re uncle mirio did kiss me.”

Kids: Forever gagging

Tamaki: Forever blushing

You: Ah sweet memories :)

Request are open! You can request anyone from My Hero Academia (low key wont write for tsu or uraraka. Will not write for mineta), Haikyuu, Attack on Titan or Balance Unlimited!

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hopesong7 · 5 years ago

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LENS Ch.3

Summary: Sometimes, the universe aligns, and you make friends with a stranger. Sometimes, that stranger is actually multiple people and life just got a bit more interesting.

Genre(s): Fluff, Comedy, lil bit of Angst (Maybe)

Contains: Things that make me feel fuzzy, photography, social media, things I know nothing about but have googled extensively, and the power of friendship.

Word Count: 1271

Note: Hello, yes, the other boys are (sort of) introduced. Yoongi is a mood, and Twitter is a thing. (For like 5 seconds, and it’s all Tae’s fault)

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In hindsight, dubbing someone - a stranger no less - the God of Destruction was maybe a mistake.

On the bright side, Tae had absolutely lost it beside you, wheezing with laughter.

“Tae?” The confusion on the other end was palpable, and doing absolutely nothing for your nerves. The regret you felt made your face glow pink. You gave the laughing boy beside you a glance full of desperation.

“What do I say,” you hissed. Taehyung halted his laughter to stare at you in disbelief. “I didn’t think this far,” you defended. You hadn’t thought much past answering the phone if you were honest. Greeting the person on the other end with Taehyung’s name for them was as far as you’d gotten. He shrugged, motioning for you to give him the phone.

“Hey, Hyung,” he greeted. His ability to act as though he hadn’t been gasping for air only a second ago made you jealous. “No, that was-“ he rubbed his neck sheepishly. “A search party, really?” Your jaw dropped. “Jiminie and Kookie?” You watched as his face twisted, unbridled excitement fighting utter fear. You felt your stomach twist. Jiminie and Kookie weren’t the most threatening names, but Haru’s bodyguard was referred to as Muffin, and you’d seen the man in action.

Names meant nothing.

“I’ll let them know?” He glanced at you, a reassuring grin on his face, “It’s okay, Noona!” You both froze, Tae’s smile freezing on his face as your eyes drifted to the phone. You watched as he slowly lowered it, giving you an apologetic look as he put it on speaker.

“Noona?” Chaos announced itself.

“Yah! Who is Tae with?” There was the sound of shuffling, and then a chorus of things being knocked over.

“Settle down, you savages,” a voice ordered. You took the brief moment of silence to make yourself known.

“Uh, hi?”

Various voices returned the greeting, but the voice from earlier was the clearest, calling out, “Hello!”

“Hyungs, this is _____-noona. Noona, these are my Hyungs,” Tae introduced. You didn’t have the heart to tell him that the only thing you’d learned from that introduction was that he had multiple hyungs. Which was kind of a given, honestly.

His hyungs did not have this problem.

“Taehyung, what kind of introduction was that,” a voice chastised. “Hello, my name is Kim Seokjin, I am Worldwide Handsome, thank you.”

“My name is Min Yoongi and I’m surrounded by idiots.” You stifled a laugh. His announcement was accompanied by various cries of injustice.

“Kim Namjoon, nice to meet you.”

“He’s also known as RapMonster and God of Destruction,” Tae added, rather helpfully. Namjoon didn’t agree, if the sputtering defense was anything to go by, but it was ignored rather successfully. Although you made a note to ask Tae about the sunglasses incident?

“Okay, okay, okay. You all are lame! Here is a proper introduction.” You heard a throat clear and the rest of the boys settled. “I’m your Hope, You’r—“

“Yah, that’s cheating!”

“That’s your stage name, not your real name, Hobi.”

“Fine, fine. Hello, my name is Jung Hoseok! It is nice to meet you, thank you for taking care of Taehyung. He is young and gets lost easily–“ Tae refuted this with a vigorous shake of his head. “And he is terrible at keeping in contact with his worried Hyungs.” You couldn’t argue that.

“In summary,” Namjoon spoke up, “thank you for keeping an eye on Tae.”

“It’s really no problem. I was thankful for the company, and once I learned he liked photography, well,” you shrugged. “Also his puppy dog eyes are lethal.” The boys chimed in agreement, though Taehyung seemed delighted by the sudden revelation. His poor Hyungs wouldn’t know what hit them.

Oh well, not your problem.

“Anyway, I’m guessing he should probably head back to you all?”

“Yeah,” Suga agreed, “I would like to go to sleep. Tae, hurry up.”

Namjoon let out a huff, “Yes, you’re correct.”

“Ah, shouldn’t I walk you to your room,” Taehyung asked.

You waved him off, grabbing the rest of your gear, “No, my room isn’t far from here. If you want, I can walk you?” He shook his head. “Then I guess this is goodbye, my friend.” You gave a dramatic wave, watching as Tae clutched his chest.

“Noona,” he cried, “Don’t go!” He stretched out an arm to your retreating figure, trying to look heartbroken even as his eyes twinkled with mirth. You choked back a laugh.

“Remember me,” you called back, voice trembling. “We shall reunite one day, I swear!” With that, the two of you dramatically separated, fake sobs making your shoulders shake. You thanked the heavens that you both had to go different directions. If Taehyung had to turn and catch up with you, suddenly having to go the same way after such a dramatic departure- You giggled, the scene too funny to ignore.

The trip back to your hotel was filled with random laughter, especially when you saw two boys race by, one with cotton candy hair. Thankfully, your outbursts had receded by the time you reached your hotel, allowing you to fall into slumber with nothing more than a smile. Unfortunately, your phone went off way too early that morning.

“Wuh,” You answered, yawning. Your reflection gazed back at you as you blearily stared ahead. How you managed to mess your hair up so badly when unconscious was one of the world’s greatest mysteries.

“Oh man, did I wake you up,” Eun-ha asked. You heard her mutter under her breath, letting out a muffled curse. “Dang, I’m sorry ____.”

“Is cool,” you mumbled. “What's up?”

“Bangtan tweeted about the post you made last night!”

“Um, which post?” There were various, you remembered. The pleasant streets mid-day. The few you’d taken at the cafe. About three nightlife photos-

“The one with the guy, the silhouette against the city lights.” The one you’d snuck of Tae’s figure as he fiddled with the camera, aiming it at the sky. The one you’d commented, “Training my new protegee <3” and not told him about.

You hummed, “Gimmie sec.” You checked twitter and, sure enough, there it was.

bts_twt Teach me your ways~��

Below it, they’d posted the photo and attached a link to your Insta. As a side effect, your twitter feed was filled with fans. They seemed pretty cool though. Shaking your head, you settled for liking their tweet and logging off.

“In my defense,” You explained to Eun-ha, “ I didn’t know he was an idol when I took that photo. You can’t even see his features because of the lighting in that one.”

“You met an idol and didn’t tell me?”

“Girl, you are a model. You hit on Jackson for heaven’s-”

“We don’t talk about that!”

“No, your Mandarin was awful and I will never let you live it down. He speaks Korean, Eun-ha.”

“I wanted to impress him,” she whined. She had impressed him, sort of. He’d been very nice about her utterly butchering her Manadarin, but at least she’d tried.

“Wait, doesn’t he have a friend named Namjoon or something?”

“Yeah, he’s in that Bangtan group that tweeted you and ohmyGod. ____, no.” You stared at your phone. On one hand, you’d already embarrassed yourself, calling him the God of Destruction with absolutely no hesitation. On the other, he’d probably heard about Eun-ha’s mess up and you could laugh about it. Giving up, you logged back onto Twitter, and ignoring the persistent dinging, you made a quick post.

_____Byeol Throwback to when my girl Eun-ha tried to hit on Jackson (GOT7) in the worst Mandarin ever. #whyareyoulikethis

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cultiv8-yourmind · 2 years ago

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I call this one, The Slap Felt Around the World

Well how do I even start this one, I mean most people would be embarrassed but clearly my dumbass ain't most people. (Insert shrug here)

It was a beautiful spring day, a school day and if I remember correctly I was either 16 or 17. I hopped off the bus with a ridiculously heavy book bag making my shoulder blades sing Ushers "Let it Burn". I know what yall thinking at this point, yall thinking, "did he come from work after school?", "did he come from his lil eat eat, a.k.a. derber baby house?" The answer is hell naw! I was dryer than sandpaper in the middle of a desert with a camel crip walking. Secondly my dumbass (I was actually smart in the end tho) went to school outside of my community. For those of you who don't know I'm a Humboldt Park veteran, and it's plenty niggas I can tell you that I'm better then, don't believe me just ask a friend but I digress. My dumbass went to school in what was Cabrini Green instead of Clemente which is walking distance. Going to school outside of my community actually saved my life (which is why it was smart earlier) but I'll get into that in another story. Again I digress, you now know why I took the bus with a heavyass book bag. To this day I don't know why I always brought my books home, I wasn't a good student, I ain't do homework, I didn't give a damn about school, which is why it was stupid as hell to torture my shoulders the way I did.

Now I'm in the hood, the sun shines different in the hood, the birds don't tweet quite as loud as they do in white - I mean nicer neighborhoods. As I walk down the street I see people I know, it was still a community then so you knew everybody that wanted to be known. As I'm getting closer to my crib I see the neighborhood cluck. It just so happens that he's a mute that used to gangbang, true story. Anyway he sees me and starts making his usual hand motions and smiling so I dap him up and tell him be safe my nigga, then feel bad cuz he can't hear me; then remember he's deaf not stupid and can read lips. (Enter another shoulder shrug here)

I turn the corner from Augusta to Rockwell and see my lil nigga Freckles. He asks me if I wanna go hoop, I respond with Stone Cold's "Hell Yea" and tell him to wait while I drop off this heavyass bag. I come back outside to see more of the guys chillin on the block and we proceed to do what young hood kids do: stupid shit. Lol. We throw rocks at each other, play burn and catch and kill. I think Freckles wanted to go to the store or sumthin afterwards so we went to Jr's on the corner of Augusta & Rockwell. From there we broke away from everybody else and was about to head to Smith Park. Instead of walking straight up Rockwell like we usually do we walked down Augusta to Campbell. As I approached the corner I had no idea that my life was about to change forever.

As we reach the corner little kids are walking home from their after-school programs laughing and giggling. We see some of the guys little brothers and welcome them to the bush club. It's a very prestigious club that you can only get invited to if your near a bush and can take a push. Lol. I happen to see this girl and her little brother of whom I know the family. Everytime I see them I threaten the sister who was probably 5 or 6 yrs younger than me. It was always funny bcuz she was wit the shits, she would never back down. I always told her brother, who was younger than her that he was Kool so I wouldn't fuck with him. He always laughed and she always told me I was annoying. I'd usually irritate her while walking them home since they were younger and then go on bout my bidness, but noooooooooooooo, white baby Jesus had different plans for me this day. Upon seeing her I instantly jump into bully mode. Her brother was already laughing, which in hindsight I shoulda took as a sign because even tho I'm a funny nigga, I wasn't being funny yet. The sister looked me in eyes and put her hand in my face as tho she was gonna muff me, I tell her sumthin along the lines of she don't want no problems and notice her face was a lil more irritated than usual. Again, another sign, (that was probably black baby Jesus lookin out but my dumbass was oblivious) that she wasn't her usual self. I back up and look at my homie Freckles and ask him, "who da hell she think she is? " I then twist my hat that I'm wearing to look more menacing and gangsta - it didn't work. She looked at me like the woman looked at R. Kelly in his When a woman's fed up video and then proceeded to slap the shit outta me. This wasn't no ordinary slap people, this was a Ryu and Ken from Super Street Fighter 2 slap, this was a "bitch betta have my money" slap. I saw stars in my eyes. My life flashed before my eyes as I watched the spit flying outta my mouf. I looked over to my left since I had been slapped into rightness to see my homie Freckles dying in laughter. He was crying real tears. I then realized I was crying real tears, well one anyway bcuz of how hard she slapped me. I then looked at her with my jaw damn near to the floor and saw she was petrified. She had both her hands over her mouth and was shaking. I looked over again at Freckles for sum kinda emotional support only to get more laughter. I close my mouth and feel my face, the hand print on my face was still warm, I was effectively made a baby back bitch by an 11yr old girl. Before I can say anything I look over to my right again and notice my hat was on the floor, this lil girl slapped slob out my mouf and the hat off my head. I didn't know what to do, it was like she suddenly gave Ludacris the lyrics to his song "Slap". She eventually grabbed her brother and scuddled on home. Her brother looked back at me as they were getting further away, I think he said with his eyes "you got knocked the fuck out! By a girl!" And disappeared around the corner. I eventually picked up my hat, dusted it off and just thought for a minute. I had to re- evaluate life at that moment. I look at freckles and he says to me in his broken English "bro, how you just let a liddo girl slap you like a bitch?" I respond with "I don't fuckin know, I ain't never been slapped that hard! I was daydreaming right? I'm not no baby back bitch right?" He laughs and says no nigga you got slapped like you was her hoe and she was yo pimp. He starts laughing all over again. At this point I had forgot about basketball, hell she probably slapped me so hard I had forgot what a basketball looked like.

2 days later I'm with Freckles and everybody we run into he tells them how a little girl slapped the hat off my head. I can't let him embarrass me so I start telling people how she bitched me, fuck Freckles you slandering midget you! As we approach KFC on Division & California we see the mom of the little girl who slapped me. I saw freckles start laughing and he says, "don't do nuthin stupid or else her mom gonna slap the black off yo ass!" And busts out laughing. The mom speaks to us and I immediately begin to tell her what happened. I tell her, "can you believe your daughter slapped me like I was her bitch? Right here on this cheek. If you look closely you can still see the handprint" and I laugh. She's mortified and in shock, shaking her head. Freckles then adds, "don't forget about the part when your hat flew to the floor too" and again laughs. The mom looks at me and goes no, no no no no! Oh my God she didn't really slap you that hard did she? I'm like yep,I saw stars and you know we live in the hood so you can't see the real ones at night, her hand was my personal telescope. I'm laughing because at this point I was bitched and I deserved it. The mom on the other hand didn't see any humor in it. She told me she was gonna go home immediately and beat her daughters ass for hitting me in the face for a few reasons. One it's simple disrespect to hit someone in the face and two I'm a older male, you don't do that unless you ready to get hit back. I realized she was serious and told her not to punish her daughter because I deserved it, I always bug her and that day she made sure my black cheeks could change color. Her mom still wasn't going for it just outta respect. Eventually I told her if she felt it necessary just talk to her, she did her job defending herself and her brother. The slap was more a message than anything and boy oh boy did I receive it loud and clear! I didn't walk down Campbell for at least the next couple of days due to the trauma. Lol. I eventually saw the little girl and she immediately ran up to me, this time I was ready, my head was on a swivel. She apologized for slapping me and almost cried behind it. I told her it was Kool, I wasn't mad, I was just her bitch for a few days. She laughed and asked if I was sure, I told her it was good she did what she did, it may come in handy (no pun intended) down the road. She hugged me and went home. You gotta love the hood. (Insert shoulder shrug)

#funny #im a writer #slap #the hood

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babylon-bitch · 8 years ago

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Just Friends ~ We Weren't Ever Just Friends (Part 29)

I know that the cover doesn’t do justice to the original but they are pretty good. That dress is really pretty though. Give me feed back honeys :)

Harper White is best friends with Luke Hemmings, they always have been. Not only is she friends with the rockstar, but with the rest of 5 Seconds Of Summer, as well as a really nice girl named Erika.

Harper has a few secrets, she can play all the instruments the boys play and many more. It’s a talent she has kept hidden, only very few people know.

What will happen to the six teens, wondering around the world together?

Warnings: mentions of depression and swearing

***

Only had one meltdown since I’ve been here, and I’ve been here two days. I went round to aunt Lauren’s house and surprised her. I was there for about an hour before I broke down, she asked why I’m here and I told her everything, more than my mum. I delved into my mental health more, I don’t like talking about it with my mum because she gets so worried and then won’t leave me alone. She told me about passed experiences and advised me to go see someone. Someone she went to about her depression and said it helped her so much.

She was really happy to find out about Luke and I, she squealed like the teenage girl she is. Lauren demanded all the details, which resulted in me crying. If we had to take a break, why are we even together?

The kids were all at school or nursery and Lauren’s husband Jonathon was at work, Lauren is a stay at home mum. It was really good to actually talk to someone without them pestering me, it was like therapy. We sat in the lounge for hours and just talked, she told me her problems, I gave her advice for her problems, I told her my problems, she gave me advice on my problems.

It was like having a sister. Lauren is my only aunt I’m in regular contact with. I hardly ever talk to my dad’s side of the family, mainly because they didn’t like my mother very much. For some reason though, neither of them seem affected by it. I’d say I’m closer to her than the rest of my family. Anna and Mark are Evie’s parents and I’m not too close to them, even though they live in the same country. Lauren is probably the second person I’m closest to, or at least top five.

We all know who the first person is.

There’s just something about her that makes her so approachable. Maybe it’s because she is a child at heart, she is 35, but acts 17.

The ‘therapy session’ was interrupted by Lauren having to pick up the kids, I came along to that too, and the look on their faces was priceless. They clung onto me for dear life.

I joined them all for dinner before going back home.

So far this whole trip I’ve felt this overwhelming sense of guilt, I’ve had endless texts from Erika and the other boys, none from Luke though, which I’m kind of grateful for.

It’s like he’s the only one that understands me when things like this happen. He knows to leave me alone, I’ll come round eventually.

Or he decided he wants nothing to do with me and has actually broken up with me.

In that case, shit.

He wouldn’t do that, right? Luke’s not like that.

I had a text from my mum saying that Erika came round and that she told her I’m at Anna and Mark’s.

Hopefully she believed that.

I have hardly been on my phone, only to change the song or text my mum. It’s quite nice to take a step back.

I visited my grandparents early this morning, they were just as surprised as Lauren was. I didn’t exactly tell her the reason why I was here because she was just like my mother. Funny that, they’re mother and daughter.

I’m currently round Lauren’s house, all the kids are here. They’ve just come back from school, so they are a little exhausted.

Lauren ordered me a pizza whilst she picked the kids up, so I’m eating that, the dog keeps trying to get some though, and so does Toby.

“Harp Harp, can I have some?” A little voice asks.

Looking to my right I see Toby standing next to me. “Here, one bite, you have dinner soon.” I warn and hold the crust for him whilst he takes his humoungus bite.

“Fank woo.” He says with a mouth full of food, and I burst out laughing.

“That’s okay.” I smile.

Deciding to show everyone that I’m not dead, and taking a picture of the pizza box with one slice in it, with the caption: oh shit.

Within seconds I get a notification from Erika.

@Erikaaa @Harper33 thank God, you’re alive

I like her tweet and put my phone down, groaning into my knees.

Why am I like this?

“You okay?” Lauren asks.

“I guess, am I being a bad friend?” I question.

“You’ve got to put yourself first sometimes Harper! You’ve got to be selfish to make yourself better. They need to understand that, if they want you to get better they need to see that. It’s okay, they’re not going to hate you. Yes, it might hurt them a little with you leaving without any warning, but they can get over that if they are true friends. Things might be awkward when you go back, but hopefully you’ll be on your feet again.” She reassures.

“Right.” I nod and give her a small smile.

“Don’t beat yourself up about it. I know how you work, and drop that guilt, that’s not going to help you.” Lauren claims.

“Okay.” I sigh.

Because I’ve got no one my own age around, I text Delilah and Laura.

Me: hey, I’m in england for a while, don’t tell anyone though because I haven’t told my friends back in Aus. It’s a long long story x

Laura: hello :) what a pleasant surprise. Do you want to meet up? X

Delilah: hiya, I’ve got detention, but I’ve only got like half an hour left. Where do you wanna meet? X

Me: in town or at my place, I’ve got the whole house to myself.

Delilah: your house

Laura: that’s decided then, thanks Del 😑 see you in an hour or so x

Me: okay, I’m at Lauren’s right now, see you in a bit x

Delilah: bye bitches

Laughing I lock my phone and start to get up, only to be met with a whining sound.

Lily pouts up at me and grabs onto my hoodie. I lift her up and hold her on my hip, which seems to cheer her up.

“I’m gonna head home, I’ve got some old school friends coming over to my house. Laura and Delilah, remember them?” I ask.

“Vaguely, have fun sweetheart, see you again tomorrow?”

“Yeah probably.” I smile and put Lilly down.

Gathering my stuff, well I say stuff, I mean my bag with my stuff in it, as well as my phone.

“Bye then.” She says and pulls me in for a hug then kisses my cheek.

“Bye lil’ munchkins, I’ll see you tomorrow.” I grin down at the exhausted kids.

I giggle as I see that they’re too sleepy to make a fuss about it.

“Bye.” I wave as I close the door behind me.

Reuben waves when I walk passed the window and I laugh as I wave back.

***

Everyone is here now, Delilah’s boyfriend tagged along. I made a cake whilst I was waiting for them, it didn’t finish in time, but it was in the oven my the time they were here.

Turns out he is a really good singer, Delilah showed me a video of him secretly singing in the shower and he blushed and hid in a pillow whilst grinning.

His name is Elliot and he is an alright guy, very funny. I can see why Delilah likes him. I’m just gonna get this out the way now, he is a total babe. He is so hot. Black almost brown hair, in a short quiff.

Now I’m not gonna go cheat on Luke with him, but I’m not gonna deny that he is attractive.

“You both are good at singing, why don’t you guys make a video?” Laura suggests.

“You can sing?” He ask.

“A bit yeah.”

“A bit? The girl can sing better than Hayley Williams.” Delilah claims.

“Okay, that’s a bit of an overstatement.” I accuse.

“No, honestly, she is one of the best singers I’ve ever heard.” Laura agrees.

“Do you play any instruments?” He asks.

“I play the ukulele.” I tell him.

I give Delilah a warning glare and she gives me a confused look before looking back at Elliot.

“Have you ever written any originals?” He questions.

“Yeah, I’ve written a couple.” I shrug.

“Her boyfriend is Luke Hemmings, of course she has.” Laura chuckles.

“Actually, he doesn’t know, no one does, besides you guys. So feel honered.” I admit.

“Why?” Laura asks.

“Long story, but do you want to film this video?” I ask Elliot.

“Sure, what’s the song?” He asks.

“It’s an original, I’ll give you a run down on what to do in a minute.”

I went and got my camera, lights, and ukulele.

Giving him my idea and him nodding his head. This song is called Creep, I wrote it a while back.

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=ineNlkIGXCc

***

I laugh and turn off the camera. He really is a good singer, his voice was really satisfying, it was like his voice were puzzle pieces and they slotted in perfectly. “Wow that was really good.” I grin and hug him.

“You were great,” He smiles down at me.

“Thank you, so were too.” I say.

“Well done guys.” Laura says as she comes back in.

We both smile at her.

“Best thing I’ve ever had, it gave me an eargasm.” Delilah follows.

“That’s a way to describe it.” Elliot furrows his eyebrows

“What are you guys doing this evening?” Laura asks.

“Nothing besides uploading the video, why?” I ask.

“Do you wanna go out?” Laura questions.

“Like out out or just out?” Delilah questions and I laugh.

“To a club?” Elliot ask.

“Yeah.” Laura nods

“I don’t know…” I trail off.

“Oh c'mon Harps, live a little.” Delilah nudges my ribs with her elbow.

“Its only half six now, we’ll leave at 9 or 10, you’ve got plenty of time to get ready.” Laura reasons.

“I’m going.” Delilah says.

“Me too, I’ve gotta fend off men from my girl.” He chuckles as he wraps his arm around Delilah, and kisses her head.

“I’ve literally got nothing better to do.” I shrug. “Haven’t you guys got school in the morning?” I ask.

“We can skip, or at least the morning.” Laura tells me.

“Usually Del is the ‘badass’ but this time Lau is, what happened?” I chuckle as I bump shoulders with Laura.

“What can I say? I’ve been around her for so long now that her habits are brushing off on me.”

“I’m gonna go home and get ready.” Delilah says.

“Okay, let’s meet back here at like eight, maybe half eight,” I explain, “Oh and I’m gonna post the video whilst I wait. I’ll send it to you, what is your number, or social media name?” I ask Elliot.

“I’ll give you my number.” He smiles and I pass him my phone whilst he passes me his phone.

put my name as girlfriend’s hot best friend.

“That’s a name…” He laughs.

He put his name as Harry Potter and I laugh at it. “Okay, bye then.” I smile and pull each of them into an individual hug.

Luke p.o.v.

I don’t know who that guys is but I hate him. He might even me related to her, I don’t care, all I know is that I hate him. And he is a really good singer.

I was scrolling through Twitter when I saw that she posted a video, being the good boyfriend that I am (or not, I haven’t talked to her, it looks like she has moved on) I decided to watch it.

They were both really good though, I’ve never heard that song though. It was a very pretty song.

The words were quite bold, and it made me worry about her. If she was that bad, surely she would of reached out to me.

I heard she ran off and nobody can find her, I’ve been pretending that I don’t care, but fuck, I care so fucking much. I want her back in my arms, safe and sound, more than anything. I don’t know if she is okay or not, it’s sort of sending me into a frenzy to be honest.

Erika is really upset and surprisingly angry about it all. Understandably so, I mean, if your best friend ran off without any warning and won’t return her calls at all, you would be mad and upset. Erika likes things to be normal, hates change, so I can understand why.

I really don’t know if she is okay, I’ve just got this feeling that she is a mess. I want to help her, but I don’t know where she is, or even if she’ll take my help. Which suck, it sucks balls, but it’s her way of dealing with things, I guess.

Usually she is an absolute trooper, but I guess it all just got to her this time. She still is a trooper, she’ll always be my little troop.

I’m currently scrolling through Twitter, deciding to check up on Harper. I have her notifications on, but I was busy at the moment so I just swiped them away. There were about two or three.

Searching her name, then clicking on her profile and scrolling down. There is an empty pizza box with the caption 'oh shit’, scrolling up I see her in a very revealing dress.

Hot damn, she is doing an innocent pose, yet the dress is anything but innocent. A huge slit in the middle, exposing a bit of cleavage, then it ends mid thigh. She’s not exactly showing that much off, but you can see everything.

Only I’m allowed to see her like that.

She looks great don’t get me wrong, outstandingly sexy, but why does she need to wear a dress like that?

That wasn’t a selfie either, somebody else was with her. I’m not trying to be controlling, but when your girlfriend (possible ex-girlfriend) hangs around with a guy, has a super sexy dress on, and somebody else takes a picture, you get a little nervous.

We set down a rule that we weren’t going to sleep or be intimate with anyone else whilst on this break, whether she has given up on me and already moved on or not, I don’t know. I don’t think she is the type to do that though.

I miss her, I really do, we haven’t even talked in ages. I’ve only had second hand information, I regret this whole thing. It does make it easier for her in a way, because I’m on tour she has to do all these extra things just to talk to me or us, and it’s wasting her time.

As much as I love being on tour, I’ll be glad when this one is over.

“Dude, have you seen Harper?” Calum asks.

“Yes.” I snap, a little harsher than intended.

“Alright, chill man.” Calum says.

“Sorry, it’s just, why is she doing this? Only I can see her like that. Why is she posting but not talking to you guys?” I ask.

“You were the one that told us to give her some space.” Ashton chimes in.

“It’s almost like she is playing games with us.” I claim.

“No, not at all. I think she is trying to tell us that she is at least alive, but doesn’t want to talk to us.” Michael adds.

“Why?” I question.

“That, we don’t know.”

***

It’s the next day now and pictures have surfaced from Harper’s night out. Her getting cosy with that guy she filmed a video with, there’s no kissing or anything, just her sat on his lap, or his arms around her.

That should be my lap and my arms around her. There is no one I recognise in the pictures, besides that dude and her.

Hopefully she didn’t drunkenly make out with him, then things would be completely over.

I couldn’t sleep all night because I was worried about her. I hate how much I love this girl. She could be a psycho murderer and I would still love her. If we do break up, I will always love her. No matter what happens I will. She’s been my crush for years, I started to develop feelings for her when we were 13, 14 and I didn’t really know what they were, so I just pushed them aside.

My heart literally broke when I heard she was moving back to England, my seven year old self didn’t really have anyone to play with after that.

She fell out a tree once when she was 13, and broke her wrist, and something clicked (not just her wrist) I don’t know what happend, I started looking at her in a different way, I saw her in a different way, was even more protective of her. Something changed between us and it hasn’t really been the same since. It wasn’t a bad thing, things just weren’t the same after that.

We held each others gazes for a little too long, held each other a little more than normal, constantly kissed each other, just on the cheek or shoulder, we weren’t simply just friends, and I don’t think we ever were, or will be.

I was about 16, possibly 15 when I realised I was in love with my best friend. That scared the hell out of me, I thought I was going to ruin it all.

She got a boyfriend at 14 and I don’t think I’ve ever despised someone so much, he took her first kiss, and that hurt me. At the time, I didn’t know why I was so jealous, and upset that he took her first kiss. There were other reasons why I hated him, he took Harper away from me, and I was left on my own.

When they broke up a couple of months later, and Harper was crying in my arms, I could help the ear to ear grin that was plastered on my face. That made her mad though.

When she was sixteen and her lowest point, I felt so useless and helpless because I didn’t know how to help her. She tried to push everyone away and blocked us all out, but we both knew she needed us more than anything. Harper was so ashamed of what she had become, claiming 'I don’t want you to see me like this’.

I can’t lose her, she is the person that truly knows me inside and out. Yeah, the boy’s no me really well, but there’s something about Harper. Maybe its because she’s my soulmate or because I’ve known her so long.

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