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tomdiddlyumptious · 4 years ago

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Can u do a Tom Holland x black model reader

And she’s zendayas friend and she introduces Tom to her and they hit it off he ends up seeing her outside they have a sentimental talk about what it’s like being famous and they end up kissing maybe smut at the end and they wake up the morning after 😩😩😫

I MIGHTVE GOTTEN....YA KNOW TAKEN AWAY BUTTTTT

warnings: terrible fans, sadness, annoying papis, and I guess heavy smut but idk 🤷🏽‍♀️ NOT PROOFREAD, PROBABLY TERRIBLE ✌🏽

a/n: REEEEE I HATE MYSELF

You sighed as she grabbed your hand, pulling you, “look you have nothing better to do, so you do this or keep watching re-runs of Harry Potter and trying to shift, which isn’t gonna work” she rolled her eyes at the idea, looking at your scrunched up face.

“Well whatever, so much for getting a spell book” you huffed in loss, zendaya laughing at you as she let your hand go and opened the door “for my princess please” she dramatically said, her hand pointing inside the restaurant.

“We couldn’t have taken a walk-“ “y/n shut up and sit down please” you giggled as you walked slower to let her infront of you and guide you to a seat, next to her but also next to a nice, brown haired, of course skinny lean white boy.

And how did you know that? You checked him out without hesitation. As you looked back up at him you found himself with a cocky ass smirk. “Don’t flatter yourself” you chuckled only leaving him doing the same.

“Hey a pretty girl like you how could I not?” His hand lifted and ruffled his hair some, leaving you with a smile. “We all know who we are right?” Daya said, not wanting to introduce anybody when your all basically famous. “Yes?” The group said.

You knew Tom of course but not officially, your brother made you watch Spider-Man because he’s two years older then you and loves to debate that tobey Maguire is the best, which you have to agree, its only by the way he swings. Your brother also thinks tobey can play Batman but he is like 46, he will have a heart attack.

As you all ordered your meals and passed around plates Harrison and Jacob talked, zendaya and her brother talked, which left you and Tom.

“Hi I’m tom” he said, lifting his hands wanting a handshake, orrr possibly a hug, what’s the damage?. “Well hello Tom, my name is Y/n” you said, taking his hand in yours, also noticing you can’t even shake his hand because of his hand size, it basically devoured your whole hand. Tom chuckled as he looked at your small fingers.

“Compare?” He asked, “oh what are we in fourth grade?” You giggled but agreed, he put his hand up flat and open and you did the same, touching hands you noticed your hand was small, or his hand was big, who knows. “I should call you robin!” He chuckled.

“You are really a child, teen titans really?” You bursted into laughter but only Tom could really hear. “Hey I have to do something to keep me satisfied right?” He shrugged, “and tough talked for a woman with small hands”.

You playfully gasped as you hit his shoulder “no you just have large hands, above average, so leave me alone, and tough talk for a guy who’s 5’8, my brother was that height at like 14” he only left his mouth open as you laughed, his eyebrows raised as he said “touché, but you’ve been doing some research on me havent you?”.

“Eh, something like that” you shrugged, getting chopsticks and trying to set it up but failing, of course Tom hysterically laughed at you “fuckin chopsticks” you mumbled to yourself, still trying to get them in between your fingers but utterly confused.

“Here darling, let me help you yeah?” Tom said in his slick British accent,

leaving your stomach to drop to your ass but you agreed, forgetting what he was helping you with.

He took your hand softly and fixed it, staring at him in awe before-

snap

You both looked over and seen a photographer running away, leaving Tom pissed but you could only laugh. Everyone around the table noticed and started to feel bad about being “famous” because it does take away your private life.

As they all looked at you both you continued laughing, leaving them all confused “did you see the way he ran?” You only busted out laughing more as Tom could still see him, looking at the way he does run and starts laughing after.

“Your right!” Everyone starts to catch on as zendaya pulls out her phone to record him, putting it on her instagram story with text of “running to his casket” (I KNOW THIS IS MEAN BUT I COULDNT HELP IT)

As you all as a group ate your food, well you ordered a fork, and talked you all giggled, and got to know more about each other, when he found out you were a model he only smiled more because, you deserve to be one, your beautiful in so many ways anyone could see that, not just Tom holland.

You cracked open the cookie and grabbed the paper “I wanna see!” Tom said, scooting closer and resting his head on your shoulder as you read it “hop on a ride but you won’t go outside, lucky numbers 11,9,10,20” tom furrowed his eyebrows, “I don’t get it” he whispered in your neck, platonically. But he got your sweet spot so you bit your tongue some. “What makes you think I do? You do yours!”

He sat back up straight and grabbed his, opening it. “Hmm, take your time, try to wine and dine, same lucky numbers as you” he looked at you while your lower lip was puckering out, confused but not gonna stress yourself out about it.

“Aren’t they just beautiful” daya quietly said, recording it and putting it on her Snapchat instead. Harrison agreed as they all started at both of you but you didn’t take any sense to notice.

“Who’s paying?” Tom said. “Split” you say back, everyone taking out their credit card and placing it in the middle.

About two days later you went out for shopping, mostly for yourself but you did think about buying daya matching Harry Potter mugs.

You looked at Victoria secret, looking at all the options you could get, but you got white lingerie, lacy white lingerie. You had about 3 bags in your hands, all clothes as you found yourself hungry, you checked the time and noticed it was about five thirty but daylight saving so it was darker then usual.

You found yourself at a Chinese place at the food court, ordering what you wanted as your phone blew up from the events of yesterday. “Y/n?” You heard a familiar voice, you turned to see-

“Thomas?” You smiled at him as he smiled back, coming up close and seeing ‘foot locker’ and ‘Nike’ bags in his hand. “Hey!” He came over and reached out for a hug which you accepted, and you smelled so good, like no one else. He knew once they started to publicly date he would have to point out that you have this magnificent smell.

“Hey babe how are you?” You ask looking at him, letting him go as his hands were still on your arms. “My phone won’t stop blowing up” he sighed and rolled his eyes “eh same here” “what are you doing?” He asked, you pointed at the title of the food place “Chinese food” “your trying again aren’t you?” “You know what- shut up” you laughed making him join along.

He decided to join you at one of the tables, both with hats on and black tinted sunglasses. “This is humiliating” you sighed, playing with the noodles. “What?” He asked looking up at you. “I shouldnt really have to hide because I just want to eat alone” you let out a distant chuckle and let the food alone, looking at the table.

“Yeah I know it does suck, but atleast we have killer fans right!” “Yeah but then they want to turn on you because you wanna make a point or a decision for yourself” he only sighed in defeat at your point, nodding in agreement. “I mean I guess it’s what we signed up for” “I just really want to do what I love but then there’s the pros and cons, people loving my body and people hating my body, telling me I should lose weight and that I should just kill myself-“

“Well you shouldn’t, people tried to cancel me because I didn’t vote? I can’t!” He grabbed your hand and that made you look at him “and your beautiful, so beautiful, don’t take only my word but everyone else’s, and whoever is telling you to kill yourself has a problem with their body image, they want to be you!” He gave you a smile, you gave a weak one back. “Hey love, darling, trust me. There’s a lot of people out there that support you! Why do paparazzi want to take photos of you? To let everyone know hoe your doing at the moment!”

“That wasn’t a good one Thomas” you laughed which made him giggle, he reached over and let go of your hand and places his thumb on your chin, the coldness of his ring on his pointer finger as it’s under your chin.

“Your really fucking beautiful, princess, fame is annoying celebrity is a annoying word but guess what? Isn’t it worth it?” “Yeah I guess, because I met you” you smirk, he tilts your head up and looks at your lips, looking at your eyes for approval and you nod your head.

He presses his lips on yours, pulling you closer as he wants to climb over the table and just take you there, his lips on your soft delicate ones is heaven, feeling your hand raise up to his cheek as you let go for a longer one-

“Hey get out of here! It’s like 7, stop sharing your cootie germs!” The janitor says with his strong Indian accent which makes you both laugh while your lips are still pressed together.

“Hey I really mean it!” You both let go as he shouts a thank you and you didn’t even notice it was that dark, he didn’t either. “Wanna get out of here?” He asked, you nodded as you both grabbed your bags and threw away your food.

You both couldn’t keep your lips off of each other, he slammed you against the apartment door, leaving you to moan as he focused on your neck, grabbing the key from his poket and shoving it in the door, opening it as he twisted to nob you fell and he feel ontop of you, well on your stomach.

You both laughed out of breath as he got up to close the door, thankfully there was a door stopper that didn’t allow a mark on the wall, he came back down and helped you up, taking the bags from your hand and throwing it on the couch, the boxes of shoes falling out of the bag and on the floor.

You quickly took off your clothes, leaving you in your underwear with Tom just admired you, your sweet brown skin just shinning of cocoa butter lotion and body oil, smelling so intoxicating as he walked up to you, his hand softly placed on your waist as he whispered in your ear “help me” you giggled and unbuckled his pants while he unbuttoned his shirt, quickly only in his-

“Really? Spider-Man? Your such a narcissist” “your ruining the moment” “whatever kiddo” he took your hand and ran into the room, falling on the bed from the jeans around his ankles, you got comfy on the queen bed with the silky black sheets and blanket, your legs open waiting for him as he kicked off his jeans.

He looked at you and your legs, crawling over to kiss your shins up to your thighs, his lips so soft on your skin as if he doesn’t want to break it.

“You such a pretty girl” he purred, kissing up to your stomach, to the middle of your breasts to you neck. “Touch me please tommy” you sighed in relief as he went down to your underwear, pressing your clit and trailing down to see you soaked. “I’ve barely touched you princess, do I make you wet like this?” He talks mostly to himself, not expecting an answer but you do “yes you do, fuck you make me so wet tom, watching your hands move, you mouth-“

“My mouth huh? What do you want me to do princess? Eat you out? Make you come then I fuck you and don’t miss a beat? Make everyone hear my good girl?” He asked, making you moan at the scenarios “I want to you to be on top of me, I want to you fuck yourself on my dick until you make me whine” he comes up to your ear and whispers “which I don’t do”, you whimper as he unclamped your bra, the cold ring and Rolex on your back as he gets it off.

You smile as he just stares, reaching down and taking a nipple in his mouth, moaning as he punches the other. “Fuck Thomas your really good” “shh now, remember what I want you to do f’me okay?” He asked looking up at you, you nodded as he reached down in between your thighs, pushing the underwear to the side.

He puts a finger inbetween your folds, his fingers rather warm and he rubs right over your whole while he continues to kiss and leave hickeys around your neck and inbetween your breasts.

He pushes in his finger and you let out a whimper, his fingers way bigger then your own “your so tight around my finger, fuck your gonna feel so good around my cock, just let me make you come first” you nod at him and give him a open mouth kiss as he goes down, taking off your panties and lifting your thighs and putting them inbetween his head.

He pumps is finger in you slowly, my the third time you suddenly let out a “oh” as your breathe starts to get heavy, “don’t give up now darling” “get to work and I’ll see what I can do for-“ you moan as he wraps his lips around your clit, kitty licking.

“Don’t talk down on me, darling” he says, before adding another finger, his long slender fingers finding your spot as he rubs over it, shaking his head from side to side around your bundle of nerves, your legs raise into a butterfly just asking for more.

Your hands reach down to his hair and you pull it, ruffle it and whimper as his fingers press hard on your spot “ah!” You let out a high pitched moan, he makes eye contact with you as his tongue continues to run miles, infinity signs, even his own full name on you “I’m so close” you whimper, he already knew by how much you were clenching around him, he sped up his movements, licking the slide of your clit, bucking your hips and pulling his hair making him moan on you, high pitch moans, the sounds of his fingers in your wet slopping whole is just enough to make you come, “Aw please! Fuck tommy!” Your eyes roll back as you cum, your back arching more as your fluids let loose and your stomach a pit of fire.

“You tase so good, Mmm” he licks you clean, savoring your tase as he licks his lips and comes up to kiss you, sharing tongues and humming at the taste on his lips.

And it was your time for the deal, he turned you both so you were on top. His hands already behind his head as he enjoyed the view already, you grabbed his member and pumped it a few times making him groan, you swiped him between your folds and cried at the overstimulation.

“Fuck y/n” he moaned feeling of your wetness looking down and seeing his spit and your arousal connected to the tip of his member, you both moaned at the feeling of his member getting in you so slowly.

You started to move your hips against his, seeing him so comfortable and watching every single move you make could make you come right there, you started to bounce and you sat up straight, moaning as Tom took a hand of his and licked his thumb to roll your nipple “faster” he said, as you did it.

“Fuck tommy your so good” “oh no it’s you babygirl, fucking yourself on my dick like I told you to, I don’t have to do any-“ he groaned “work, your such a good girl, my princess” he praised making you whimper and lean down. In this moment he could stay there forever, your ass on display as you bounced your whimpers in his neck right on his sweet spot. “Shit y/n”he moaned, letting his hands go to your ass and lift his legs to thrust into you, “no tommy” you say weakly, pushing his legs down “I get to fuck myself on you like you said” you hit back a moan.

“I did princess- fuck” he let out an ‘uh’ as you clenched around him, his eyebrows furrowed as his mouth opened, you leaned back up to kiss his neck, his sweet spot and made hickeys with no hesitation. You moved faster and placed your hands in his chest and hearing your ass on his thighs, the slickness coating all over his member and trailing down his thighs “fuck!” You come, “don’t stop-please! Don’t stop” he practically begged, thats more than a whine and you were willing to take it, it was all so good, so good.

His hands left your ass and went up to your neck, looking down at his darkened eyes as he bit his lip “fucking yourself so good on my dick, fuck!” He came and shot his load up you “yes Tom!” You whimpered and arched your back coming with him. He painted your walls as you ride it out, him massaging your thighs and biting his lip as he watched his cum trail down your thighs and on his dick.

“You tired?” You asked, throwing yourself over, he looked over “yeah” he reached over to kiss you and wrap his arm around your shoulder and pulling you into his chest, he turned off the light on his night stand as you lifted your leg over his thigh, both on the left side of the bed and taking in each other, drawing patterns in his chest. “So does this mean-“ “yeah of course”

You woke up in the same spot, looking up at Thomas and finding him already looking at you. “Hey princess” he smiled, taking his arm and drawing circles on yours. “Hey bubs” you kissed his chest. You only admired each other before having to clean each other up, sharing a shower, nothing happened but giggles and soft rubs on the butt, of course until you put on the lingerie that you bought yesterday.

#tom holland x reader #tom holland #tom holland fanfic #tom holland x black!reader #tom holland imagine #tom holland smut #tom holland au #jb writes

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vadergf · 4 years ago

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Ok so hey... 👉👈😂😂

First impression: I think I read your Indian reader x harry fic because someone reblogged it and I was like Indian!!!!!! And then I followed you lmao. So obviously good writer and also fellow harry stan. I also thought you were like a BIG blog and stuff and that you wouldn't follow me so when you did I was all akshshhshs

Truth is: You are an awesome writer and an amazing person and I can't believe you followed me and my dumb blog.

How old do you look: again, havent seen you but I know you're 17 so imma say 17.

Have you ever made me laugh: yes lmao. Many times

Have you ever made me mad: nopeee

Best feature: You're so nice!!!!!!! And sweet!!!!

Have I ever had a crush: sorry but no😬

You're my: really good friend and a person who truly appreciates harry holland for the masterpiece he is

#rey answers <3 #hollanderfangirl #brooke!!!

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detroitbydark · 5 years ago

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Moonbeams and Ridinghoods Chp 2

Pairing: werewolf!haz x reader

Summary: Harrison contemplated his next move and gets support from a friend

Words: 1740

Warnings: None, safe for now my pretties.

A/N: anyone interest in a taglist? Playlist? This thing is beginning to sprawl in my head and I’d love to know what y’all think and what you like!

“If you stare at your phone any harder it’s going to explode.”

Harrison looks up from his spot sprawled on the sectional to see Tom giving him a curious look from across the room.

They’d only arrived home a few hours ago from their “boys weekend” out at the cottage and all were feeling a bit lazy. Harry and Sam had fucked off to their flat, while Tuwaine had taken up residence in their spare bedroom. Tom and Emily has been spending some “alone time” together but by the looks of his slightly rumpled appearance as he sunk into the loveseat, she’d gotten her fill.

It was always nice when the full moon fell on the weekend. They could take their time coming and going and recovering afterwards. Midweek changes were the fucking worst. Battling the bone deep exhaustion that came after a transformation while trying to be productive at work? You could fucking forget about it, worse than a hangover.

Harrison glances at the contact he’s pulled up again. “Little Red”. He can’t help but smile at the joke. Tom grumbles across the room.

“Come on, tell us what’s gotten you so obsessed over there.” Harrison rests his head back against the arm of the couch, resting a hand over his bare stomach. He lets out a soft huff before looking at the man across the way.

Tom was his best friend, had been since they were children. Their parents had run with the same pack and it was no surprise to anyone when the boys became thick as thieves or that they’d formed their own ragtag pack when they’d come of age.

“Met a girl the other night.” He finally admits, locking his phone and slipping it into his pocket. Tom raises a curious brow.

“Little bird caught your eye? Anyone we know?” Haz knows it’s a loaded question. ‘Anyone we know?’. Was she a wolf? Who does she run with? Harrison can’t help but roll his eyes. Tom was his alpha and Haz knew he wanted what was best for every member of their small ‘family’ but sometimes he was just a little too nosy for his liking.

“Naw, nothing like that. Just a girl who chatted me up at the market the other night.”

Toms brows rise into his hairline. “The night before the moon?”

“A couple nights” Haz clarifies, he feels a little uncomfortable by his friends close scrutiny. So what if he was talking about a normal human girl. He wanted to ask him why he cared so much but the explanation walks in before he can.

Tom’s girlfriend Emily had moved into the neighborhood when they were teens and it had been instant fireworks between the pair. Em was bright, outgoing, and smart as a whip. Tom had been absolutely gone on her before he’d even been able to mouth the words “I love you.”.

Of course, with dating a ‘normal’ girl came problems. There was a certain code of secrecy their parents had insisted they keep and Tom had been forced to keep Em in the dark for years. It wasn’t until she’d been attacked by a member of a rival pack, mauled badly, that Tom was able to explain what he was but by then the damage had been done. It had nearly destroyed them.

The wolf could be a curse or a blessing depending on who you asked. The Hollands and Osterfields had all inherited the trait from their ancestors. Emily had been thrust into it, infected by a bite. It had been five years and she still struggled to come to grips with her other half. Some months were good and she’d join the boys at the cottage, run and hunt by the moonlight while others, like the most recent, she’d lock herself in her bedroom for the night and refuse anyone (not even Tom admittance). It tore Tom apart and, while he hadn’t made it law, he let it be known he wasn’t keen on any of the lads bringing in outsiders.

“What are you talking about?” The brunette asks sliding into her mates lap. She’s wearing one of Toms button up shirts and and a pair of sweat shorts that say HBIC. Harrison had gotten them for her for Christmas. She was the only woman in the pack and definitely a bit coddled and spoiled by all the boys. She deserved it though, acting as a surrogate Mum and looking after the lot of them making sure they behaved like human beings and not animals (except for one day a month). She was a hell of a baker and doted on each of “her boys”.

Tom nuzzles against her neck, nipping lightly while she giggles.

“Haz met a girl.” He explains. Em’s head whips in the blonde’s direction. Tom groans knowing he’s lost her attention.

“Is she pretty? Have you taken her out yet? When can I meet her?” Harrison laughs at her rapid fire delivery.

“She’s very pretty. American.” He starts out as he hears Tom groan again.

“An American? Really?”

Emily swats him upside the head and nods for Harrison to finish answering her questions.

“I’ve haven’t exactly asked her out yet. Haven’t even called her, so I don’t think you’ll be meeting her anytime soon. If ever.” He finishes. He can see the wheels in Emily’s brains turning. It was never a good sign. She really was smarter than the whole lot of them and once she got something in her head it was nearly impossible to dissuade her.

“Well you should definitely call her.”

“And why’s that love?” Tom asks, tucking an errant wisp of hair behind her ear.

“Because, Thomas,” She starts off primly, “Harrison deserves a bit of happiness and I need at least one of these dogs to get a girlfriend I can hang around with.”

Chuckling, Tom glances at his friend. “Man, if you want to call her go ahead and do it but know your going to have to share her with Emily.”

The woman in question shoots Harrison a sly wink. Tom was the head of the pack but, when she wanted to, Em had her own bit of control over the alpha.

There was something both frustrating and relieving about being given the go ahead from Tom and Harrison wasn’t sure how he felt about it. He watches the pair snuggle closer on the couch, wolves tended to be more tactile than humans and the pair were no exception. While he enjoyed piling into the living room with his pack mates, drinking beer and playing video games after a tough day at work, he longed for what Tom and Emily shared. He wanted that connection. He wanted to find the one that completed him.

Excusing himself, Harrison pulls an old jumper on and heads out to the back garden before taking up position on a deck chair. The waning moon shines her light down on her child and Harrison takes the phone out of his pocket.

You’re developing a palate for curry. It’s something you’ve never eaten prior to coming overseas but you find yourself falling in love with the mixture of spices that leaves your tongue burning and you wanting more.

You’ve also grown incredibly sick of TV dinners and there was an Indian restaurant with great carry out on the corner of your block.

You roll your eyes. Since you’d met Harrison you had been hesitant to walk alone after dark. It was completely ridiculous, honestly. You’d only met him once but you’d taken his concern to heart. He knew more about the area and if he was concerned maybe you should be too.

You’re not sure why you’re so concerned with how the handsome blonde would feel about you doing something, you’d only met once and for such a short time. Hell, you hadn’t even called him, nor he you. He’d probably forgotten all about you.

Flipping the page of your magazine you try to concentrate on the article at hand but you just can’t get into the fashion spread and designer spotlight. You're restless and completely bored, spending all your time out of work holed up in your flat. A deep sigh escapes you as you set the carryout container on the coffee table.

Taking the overseas contract had seemed like a great way to break out of the rut you’d been in. A different country. A new set of faces. It had all seemed so easy. A bit of excitement! A whole new world! Except it wasn’t really panning out was it?

A ding from your phone has you retrieving it from the table. Your eyes go wide when you see the name.

Big Bad: are you up?

You glance at the time. It was only 8:30. Of course you were up. You can’t help but smile at the message, thinking about a reply, before you can even get a word out your phone is ringing.

“Hello?”

“I bet you didn’t think I was going to call you.” Harrison’s voice is warm like honey and you feel a smile spread across your face.

“Maybe not.” You conceded, “but here you are calling. What do I owe the pleasure?” Snuggling down into the couch you pull your knees up and into your body as you speak, the fleece blanket you’ve been using gets pulled up to your chin.

“Would you laugh if I told you I was trying to work up the nerve to call you all weekend?”

The smile on your face just won’t give up. “Would you, if I said I’d been hoping to hear from you?” The chuckle from the other end confirms your suspicion.

“Sorry for being such a div and not doing it sooner. Was out in the country for a couple of days.” The apology makes you melt. “I’ve been thinking about you.” He says and you hum quietly in response. The line gets quiet for a moment and you wonder if the calls been dropped.

“Harris-“

“Do you want to get coffee this week?”

You have to bite the inside of your cheeks as you both speak at the same time.

“I work the next couple days but I could pencil you in for Wednesday?”

“Wednesday it is!” His enthusiasm is contagious and you already find yourself looking forward to it. “Now that that’s out of the way” he continues, “how was your weekend?”

#haz osterfield fic #harrison osterfield fic #harrison osterfield #haz osterfield #werewolf!haz #harrison osterfield x reader #detroitbydark #moonbeams and ridinghoods

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tomshufflepuff · 6 years ago

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This Whole Time

pairings: harry holland x reader

requested: yes

for the anon who requested an angsty harry imagine 😌

word count: 6.8k lmao I can’t write anything short

warnings: angst, language, heartbreak, fluff, puppy love if you like squint

note: i apologize in advance if there’s any mistakes oof i wrote this on my phone instead of a computer.

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You were walking down the street and up to your best friend’s house, hot tears streaming down your face. Strangers passing by would’ve said you looked like a wailing teenage girl out of a romance comedy.

The one fucking time I wear non-waterproof makeup.

All of the cars were gone from the Holland residence’s driveway except for Sam and Harry’s shares car. That was a good thing.

Yes these people were like your second family, you grew up with them alongside Harry. But Harry and Tessa were the only ones who knew what to do when you were crying.

Tessa would sense your sadness and immediately pout and would lay by your feet, or she’d put her head in your lap and look up at you longingly.

Harry would hold you by cradling your head and bring the big spoon by cuddling. Or you’d sit on his lap with your arms around his neck as you cried into your arms and he would wrap his arms around your waist and put his head into your neck, as he would whisper into your neck, comforting you with whatever problem occurred.

Plus you felt weird looking like a popular girl out of a horror movie while Nikki or Dom opened the door to greet you.

You raised your hand, knocking on the door lightly as a sob wracked through your body.

The door swung right open to reveal your favorite boy.

He was dressed in grey joggers and a red hoodie with his hair messy and no gel in it.

That was your favorite look on him.

Once Harry saw your tears and makeup along with you hugging your own body, he pulled you into the house lightly and right away wrapped you in a hug while shutting the door.

Harry was taller than you so your head was pressed into his chest with your arms around his torso while his strong, comforting arms were wrapped around your waist as he put his head in your hair.

His scent was immediately filled with your vanilla shampoo as he took a deep breath.

She’s always been obsessed with vanilla.

Sam heard you crying and as much as he wanted to help, he knew all you needed was Harry right now and that’s all you wanted. Just for him to comfort you.

But you wouldn’t mind Tessa cuddles.

Sam smirked at the thought and opened the back door, the young Staffy running quickly into the house with loud thuds.

You didn’t notice it though. You were sobbing into Harry’s chest not seeing the dog until she got your attention.

She saw Harry holding you as sobs rocked throughout your body. Tessa made it her personal mission to turn your frown upside down.

She ran behind you, her tongue waving happily like she was a docking her head out of the window on a car ride.

You felt two paws meet your bottom and your eyes shot right open and you whipped around to see the playful pup.

“Tessa!” You exclaimed as you sat down on their floor, Tessa trying to jump on you and give your face lots of love with kisses, Harry sitting to your side Indian style.

The young Brit watched his two favorite girls happy with a wide grin on his face. Tessa with a wide smile and her ears perked up, you laughing at her reaction when you stopped petting her. She pouted and sat up straight each time, giving you puppy eyes until she saw your hand raise to resume petting her.

She immediately laid down on the ground, her back on the hard floor as she had her ears up and her two front paws folding and her back ones bending. You rolled your eyes, knowing what she wanted and started scratching her belly.

You turned to Harry to see him already staring at you interacting with his dog.

“What?” You questioned, one hand scratching Tessa’s tummy and the other behind her right ear.

“Nothing,” the younger twin shook his head and looked down at his lap.

He noticed you stopped crying a couple minutes into playing with Tessa.

You didn’t even realize it until you’d best friend looked down.

You stopped petting Tessa and she let out a whine and stood up, sitting flat on the wood with her head nuzzling underneath your hand on your knee.

Snapping out of your gaze, you were face to face with the young pup as you gave her a small smile and pat her head.

She got the message and slowly walked away to leave you to talk to Harry.

Tessa was one smart dog. You didn’t even know you wanted to talk to Harry about it until she walked away towards the family room, probably where Sam was.

You let out a sigh as tears begin to flood your vision again. Harry noticed right when you let out a whimper and he motioned his hand out for you to grab and he lifted you up, your arms going around his neck and legs wrapping around his firm torso. His hand went to underneath your bottom, folding together as you cling to him like a koala.

That made your heart feel just a bit better again.

Harry shut his room door closed with his foot, walking you over to his bed and carefully sitting against his headboard, not trying to hurt or move you in any way. His legs were straight out as yours we’re still around his waist as you cried into his neck once again.

Why did guys have to be such assholes.

What did you ever do to deserve such heartbreak like this?

“Wanna talk about it, love?” Your favorite voice whispered into your neck.

“Fuck. I don’t want to but I know I need to.” Harry nodded and you both pulled away, gazing at each other.

“Well I agree with that, but I don’t want to pressure you, Y/N. You can tell me whenever you know it’s right and when you are 100% okay with it.” He flashed her a toothy grin as he gently grabbed both of your hands, lacing their fingers together.

So strange, how your hands always fit so well with Harry’s. Not only did it cause butterflies to erupt in your stomach and your heart to flutter, but your hands just physically felt and fit together perfectly.

Jesus, I sound like the spawn of Adam Sandler and Drew Barrymore if that story was written by Nicholas Sparks.

You flashed your best friend a wide smile while nodding your head. You were about to wipe your tears until he did so with his thumb. His smooth smoothed underneath your eye, letting his hand wonder and hold your face gently. You couldn’t help but lean into his touch.

“You’re just going to tell me, ‘I told you so’.” You muttered as you looked down, lacing your fingers of your free hand with his free hand.

“No I won’t. Maybe another time,” he joked, causing a breathy chuckle to escape your lips and he smiled. “I won’t. I’m here for you. Always.” He removed his hand from your face and you almost poured at the warmth leaving your skin, but then he took your free hand in his. You both were just holding both of your hands in one another’s, Harry rubbing both of his thumbs over the back of your hand.

“I’m uh-“ you muttered, snapping out of the intense moment with your best friend. “I’m just going to go to the bathroom really quick.”

Harry’s eyebrows furrowed together in confusion but he nodded and slowly released your hands from his.

You shuffled off of his bed and quickly walked to one of the family’s bathrooms.

You shut the door with a shaky breath, your heart feeling like it was beating out of your chest.

And it wasn’t because of the asshole who asked you out.

It was because of the boy right across from you right now.

Your palms landed on either side of the white marvel sink counter. You didn’t know how to feel. Ecstatic? Proud? Overjoyed? Calm?

You were only feeling one half of those emotions as you tried to calm your breathing.

You looked up into the mirror as you tried to slow your breath,wishing earlier you wiped the makeup from your face. A warm feeling rushed to your cheeks, flustered Harry saw you like that.

He didn’t care one bit.

After three minutes of staring at your reflection and distracting your thoughts from Harry, being unsuccessfully you took Harry’s blue hand towel he set aside from you, and grabbed your makeup removed you kept at his home and wet the wash cloth.

That only took a couple minutes. Harry was sitting on his mattress, still dumbfounded of the moment you two just shared just five minutes ago. But he managed to snap out of it right before you opened the bathroom door and he grabbed his phone, trying to make it look like he didn’t just get emotionally bothered by what just happened.

The soft piddle paddle of your feet walking towards him always made him nervous. He didn’t know why.

Or he did, he just didn’t want to admit it out loud.

A force in the bed pushed his mattress down. He knew you were back, but didn’t want to see like he was feeling any different or acting strange towards you.

You say next to him and laid your head on his shoulder. He put his head on top of yours and turned a little, leaving a chaste kiss on your forehead.

“I think I’m ready now.”

Harry nodded and sat up, you doing the same but this time you grabbed his hands first for support.

“As you know, I was so excited to go out on a date with this guy from my trig class.” Harry’s heart clenched at hearing you happy about going out with another guy.

He wanted to be the only one who could take you out on dates and show you off to the public.

“I arrived at the restaurant about five minutes early. I thought that that was a good time estimate. Not seeming desperate but still looking interested showing up a little early.” Harry rolled his eyes playfully at you for trying to act differently than your usual self would.

“Don’t roll your eyes at me ,” you couldn’t help but chuckle and Harry smiled at you.

He would much rather see you smile than see you in pain.

Especially over some dick who didn’t know how truly great you are.

“And I was sitting at the booth we agreed we would meet at for, like ten minutes or something.” Harry wanted to pull his hands away from yours and punch something.

His knuckles would’ve turned a ghostly color if your hands weren’t in his.

“I kept on checking my phone probably, three times every minute to see if he would call or text. But nothing. He sent nothing. I would’ve thought he had some common courtesy and text me about being late but I was patient and sat there for another ten minutes.”

“Y/N-“

“Harry, please don’t interrupt me.” She paused and gazed at him softly. “I won’t be able to finish this anytime sooner if you do. I just needed to get it out.”

As much as the young Brit wanted to stand up and run his calloused hands through his brunette locks frustrated, as much as he wanted to track down the boy, that’s right boy, not man, who broke your heart, and beat him into a fucking pulp. He knew you needed him more.

So he gave you a light nod.

“He uh, he stood me up, Harry.”

The amber eyed boy had to stop himself before he jumped up and out of his bed.

“What?!” Your best friend exclaimed.

“It’s not that big of a deal-“

“Not that big of a deal?!” He fussed. If looks could kill, Harry would’ve been able to destroy the boy who left you hanging and insecure.

He had to stop himself when his eyes gazed to your locked hands. This time, you were running your thumbs over the back of his palms to calm him down. And his deep brown, dark chocolate eyes turned milky and softer.

“Harry- it’s fine.”

Your best friend let out a deep breath from his now chapped lips. “No, no it’s not. This guy is a dick. He couldn't have had common human decency to call or text you to say he wasn’t going to be there.” He got up from his bed and ran a ran through his dark locks. “What pisses me off the most is that-that he doesn’t see how great you truly are.”

You looked down at your lap, playing with your ring Harry gave you for Christmas.

“We should do something different this year for Christmas.”

“What exactly to you have in mind?”

You both were currently watching old Marvel movies, sitting offly close to one another on Harry’s bed. Not like that wasn’t normal for you and him though.

Although a certain someone was in the middle of you two.

Tessa looked up at you with her brown eyes.

Jesus even the dog in the Holland family has nice brown hues.

“I don’t know,” Harry paused, petting behind his dog’s right ear after you moved your hand away to check your phone.

A soft whine left the blue puppy in between you two and she nuzzled her head underneath your arm, wanting your affection instead of Harry’s.

This dog always brought a smile to your face and you landed a quick kiss on her head. That small action made her more excited as she started to get up and sit on her bottom, her body facing you and her back facing Harry.

“Tessa!” Harry whined.

The pup ignored him and jumped on her hind legs a little and waved her front legs out towards you, her tongue out happily as she waited for you to play with her.

“Awe,” You cooed, going to rub the puppy’s head and she snuggled into your chest, her legs on Harry.

“This is mean in more ways than one,” The boy grumbled. “Not only is my favorite girl ignoring me, but she’s ignoring me for my princess.”

Your eyes widen in shock as a red tint appeared on your cheeks, instantly feeling warm in your t-shirt, well it was Harry’s, and your sweatpants along with Tessa’ body heat al on you.

Harry didn’t notice though.

“Let’s do something those cheesy best friends do in the movies.” He turned to you with a wide grin on his young face.

You were hoping that the redness from your face was gone until,

“Are you okay? You look kind of hot, love.”

But you quickly fired back with a joke. “Wow, Holland. At least buy my dinner first before you flirt with me.”

The young Brit rolled his eyes as a light blush appeared on his cheeks. He thought about taking you on a date and kissing you in that exact moment and hoped that you didn’t notice the common tint on his face because of your comment.

You didn’t, much to his joy, but also his dismay.

“I’m talking about some corny shit,” he grumbled as he sat up, turning to you sitting on his knees while Tessa went over to him. “Oh, now you want to love me.” His arms crossed over his chest in a teasing manner as Tessa gave him her puppy dog eyes. “Tess, not fair you know I can’t say no when you give me that expression.” His arms uncrossed from his chest and he began petting her.

“What kind of corny shit?”

“Don’t make me say it.”

“Well one, I don’t know what you’re specifying for there are lots and lots of corny, shitty goods out there.” Your best friend rolled his eyes at your dramatizing. “And you should say it because again, don’t know what you’re going at.” Your arms cross over your chest in victory.

Harry didn’t know what to say. “Why didn’t you just say that normally the first time-”

“Because your face is funny right now. You’re making that stupid adorably flabbergasted look Ben Wyatt gives Leslie Knope.”

Harry rolls his eyes, a small smile on his face as he went to sit back on his bed.

Only that’s not what you had in mind.

“Tessa, love get off.” Harry spore like Gordon Ramsey with young chefs.

“Harry, I swear to god-”

The boy flopped onto his mattress, jumping a couple of inches off on the ground as he pushed himself towards your direction on his bed.

He landed softly and majestically.

You on the other hand, yelped and tumbled off of the bed, landing on your bum.

You supposed you shouldn’t be surprised at his reaction to want to mess around with you after your remark.

“Harry!” You squealed. “Did you just pull a goddamn Good Luck Charlie on me?”

“Yes, yes I did.” He nodded, even though you couldn’t see him. “We watch way too much TV.”

His best friend jumped up, startling him. You were holding your bum since it was a hard fall.

That’s gonna leave a bruise, thanks bestie.

“Speak for yourself,” a glare was thrown at him from your e/c hues. “Your brother is Spider-Man for fuck’s sake and you get to travel with him.”

“Oh yeah,” he nodded, his best friend taking her spot next to him as Tessa stared at them oddly before laying at the foot of the bed. “Guess I forgot about that.” The boy you admired sent a sheepish smile your way.

Your eyebrows scrunched together and your wet lips turned upside down, a frown playing its way onto your expression as you played along.

But you didn’t say anything back.

You pushed the fucker off of his bed.

A massive grin made its way on your soft face, beaming at the memory of the very corny interaction between you and your best friend before he mentioned you should both pick out bracelets for one another for the winter holiday.

Harry felt his face alleviate, forgetting about the boy, yes boy not a man, who stood you up and he admired your smooth expression on your stunning, zero makeup face.

There was a small glimmer in your e/c hues. The small string of Christmas lights that hung upon his navy blue wall was the only thing reflected in your eyes as you gazed at them with grace and serenity.

But right now, right now, the lights were staring at you.

The red and yellow shades seemed to shine just perfectly on the color of your eyes. Not the white, no the real, rich e/c color. The combined colors formed a sunrise hue to project on your face. Not even Harry’s talented photography skills could capture something this beautiful.

The blue light was radiating off of the soft waves in your hair, making it look like a distant body of water.

Harry swore he never saw something more exhilarating. Not the Great Wall he visited with his brother. Not the water and light show at Disneyland. Not the Eiffel Tower.

No this, you right there in that moment, was more gorgeous than all of those famous sites combined. And Harry had a front row seat, he felt like it was just for him.

But the he had to open his big mouth.

“Why are you so stupid? How are you so blind?”

The remark caused your head to tilt in a questionable look you gave your best friend, with a small puppy put covering your features.

“What do you mean?”

Of course you knew what he meant, how could you not? When it came to guys, you would wear your heart on your sleeves. You were too trustworthy and kind. A personality trait that is great but can also be damaging. In relationships, either a close friend, family member or a guy, you just wanted to see things work out. And if they didn’t, then end smoothly. But that was never the case, especially with boys you asked out and vice versa.

The boy standing in front of you would roll his eyes each time you excused a boy’s behavior. Whether is was showing up very late on a date, being snappy towards you, or not spending time with you. Harry hated how kind you were. To others, it made it seem like you would let people walk all over you, but that wasn’t near the case and the people closest to you knew that. You can stick up for yourself and say that’s enough, you are strong. Your heart just never wanted to give up on anyone you were having problems with. You always wanted to see and hope that whatever issue was happening, it would resolve.

Harry ran a hang through his hair angrily for what seemed like the tenth time in those few minutes. He was internally cursing himself. Right now was not the time for him to say that, especially how it came out so harshly. You both would joke around later on about how naïve you were later on, but right now wasn’t the time, you needed him. And he almost punched himself in the gut for letting the words escape too soon and so snappy.

“N-nothing, nothing Y/N, I’m-”

“No, Harry. What did you mean? You might as well finish your train of thought given how you’re already speeding down those tracks.” Your arms crossed over your chest as you got up quickly and glared at the young man.

“Forget it, love. Just-”

“Harry fucking say it.” You knew what he was going to say.

You dared him to.

“Say it, Harry. Go on, out with it.”

The Brit clenched his sharp jaw, making it look more fine than usual as he gritted his teeth together. It was so loud you could hear it.

Yep, he’s pissed and he’s about to blow.

“Fine, you want me to say it? I’ll say it.”

Harry stepped closer to you and threw his arms up frantically as he went on. “You’re so blind, Y/N! It makes me so upset each time you meet someone new because you’re just going to give them your all and they’re going to shut you out and hurt you because they’re a douche. You have no problems with you whatsoever yet you let your mind wander to sad places each time something like this goes South. You’ve been hurt so many times because you give everyone too many chances to fix their own messes they create. And most of the time, those people don’t even apologize or even realize that they hurt you! You deserve so much more than these horrible guys you chose to go out on dates with. Do you not see that? Do you not see how they don’t deserve you? Do you have your self standards so low that you think you should be with shitty people? Why can’t you see how blind and naïve you are? Not only as you’re dating someone, but even before a date and the guy shows the little interest he has for your time together? It’s upsetting, Y/N. You don’t even realize how much you hurt yourself until it all comes crashing down again. It breaks my heart to see you upset. But seeing you upset over an asshole pisses me off along with being sad because your tears aren’t worth them! And I just want to rip the dick off of every guy that has hurt you.”

He let out a long breath and looked at you but you looked down at the ground, a few tears escaping your hurting eyes and you let out a shaky breath.

“You might as well rip off your own penis then, you dick.”

“Y/N wait-” he tried to plead but you were already out of his bedroom door.

Your feet carried out down the steps of your second home, almost crashing into the other twin on the last step. But luckily, Sam caught your elbow with his right hand.

“Woah, woah. What’s wrong Y/N? Are you okay? Who did this? Who hurt you?” Now even though Harry was your best friend, you were still close with Sam. He was like a brother to you, older hence the helicopter sibling protection.

Warm water ran out of your eyes, black liquid not following afterwards this time and you shook your head, trying to get away from the older twin. “N-nothing, Sam. It’s nothing just-”

“Did Harry do this to you?” Sam asked, his arms holding you in place now and the mention of his brother’s name caused your neck to snap up and you almost got whiplash.

“Just- just please let me go, Sam. I need to be by myself right now.” Now Sam almost protested, but the boy knew when you needed to be alone and think. He could just tell after you spending so much time with him and his brother for years.

He hesitantly took his arms down from your figure and you sprinted out of the door, a certain claw thudding chasing after you. Tessa was met face to face with the door, missing you by a millisecond and landing on her tummy. She does that sometimes. The young Staffy runs so fast and when her nails are long, she falls and slides onto the hardwood floor.

Sam leaned down to pet his dog on her head, a sad pout adoring her face as the older Holland let out a breath and shook his head. “I don’t know, Tess. I don’t know.” The blue dog blinked widely up at one of her loving owners and laid down next to his feet, her head facing the door with a sad look in her brown orbs.

“Tess, wanna go see Harry?” The dog jumped from her spot and wagged her tail, slightly feeling better at the mention of her other owner’s name. “Come on girl, but don’t run.” Sam said and he walked up their stairs with Tessa trailing behind him. “We need to get your nails clipped again. We’ll do that after we talk to Harry, alright love?” Sam grinned as they reached the top floor. Tessa made a “psh” sound as she shook her head and ran into Harry’s room. Good thing there was carpet upstairs instead of hard floor.

Sam was so close to running in after his dog, to beat his brother into a pulp for making the girl e loves, much less his best friend, storm out of their home with tears rushing down her features.

That was, until he heard his twin crying.

Sam took long, quiet steps to his brother’s room, carefully trying to not make any noise. Harry was sat on his bed, his feet firmly on the floor with his head in his hands as Tessa kept on nudging his arm, wanting him to use her for comfort.

Soft cries escaped the younger boy’s lips, along with a hard sigh to which he removed his hands from holding his head and began too slowly pet Tessa’s head. The Stafford pup’s heart broke, you could justt see it in her eyes. That dog hated seeing anyone upset, especially someone she loves.

A small frown made its way onto her face as she stared up at Harry longingly, raising one of her front paws to rest next to his leg on his soft sheets, but everything felt rough to him in that moment. “Hi, Tess.” Harry croaked oout, a small grin on his face despite the tear stains.

“What the hell happened, mate?” He heard the voice of his twin as he walked into his room, standing in front in Harry firmly. Sam didn’t mean to be harsh and Harry knew that. But Harry also knew that you were upset over something Harry did and Sam sees you as a little sister, despite his actual blood sibling sitting in front of him. He truly felt like he was your older brother and he ran to Harry’s house to beat the kid up.

The broken brunette raised his head a little to meet his twin’s disapproving look. Harry shook his head and some brown locks of curls fell into his eyes but he didn’t bother to move it. He just looked down at his dog, occasionally closing his eyes and letting more water out.

“I fucked up, Sam. I fucked up real bad.” If Harry wasn’t his brother, Sam would’ve replied with a snarky comeback. But his brother was hurting, and he immediately felt mother instincts kick in. That’s how every Holland boy, even Dom, felt when they saw a family member or close friend upset. They just kick right into a Nikki, which Nikki of course loves. Her boys all have a heart, especially for family, and that would never change.

Sam took a seat on the edge of Harry's’ bed. “Mind telling me what happened?” He questioned, his voice softer this time.

“I, I- I just fucked up, Sam.” Harry never lifted his head, just kept it down and his eyes closed.

“You don’t have to tell me what happened. Knowing you, you probably never will,” Sam joked, making Harry let out a light chuckle. “But all I have to say is go to her, apologize and really fucking mean it.”

Your head was buied in your pillow, tears falling out of your eyes and onto your lavender pillowcase.

Confusion flooded your system. Why was Harry so mad? You knew he hated seeing you devastated and hurt, but it just felt like is frustration was mostly pointed at something else.

Your family wasn’t home, just you wallowing in your despair in your now dark bedroom.

You didn’t realize how late it was until there was no more light shining through your dark curtains.

Tears and whimpers have been escaping your body for over an hour now.

Harry stood in front of your front door. He would’ve came here sooner, but he knew you. You needed to cool down. Sam knew that too. You just had to be by yourself and let it all out. Harry didn’t want to come over too soon and make you more aggravated, so he gave it an hour, following the suggestion from his twin.

A heavy sigh escaped the hurt man’s lips. It was summertime, so he wouldn’t see his breath in the air from the cool weather, but he knew it would’ve looked like a giant smoke cloud.

His arm raised slightly, gently knocking on your maroon colored door.

You would’ve figured it was a solicitor but the small thump was too soft. The only person who did knock softly in time like this was the boy you grew up with.

The air around you began to fill thick and you almost yelled out to him from your room telling him to go home and that you would talk about it eventually just not right now while the wound is still fresh.

But the light thumps were began to get slightly louder and longer. You groaned as you threw your fluffy white comforter off of your body and dragged yourself up. Your heart felt like it fell out of your body and stayed in your sheets until you got up, knowing for sure that it was your best friend. And yes, it was the summertime but that didn’t stop you from using a huge coverer. Especially at night, when it was slightly around 18 degrees Celsius.

Your feet carried you across the soft carpet of your home, your feet ignoring the fuzzy material you loved as it lead you to the front door.

A hand found its own way onto the doorknob, taking a deep breath as you looked through the peep hole and saw the one person you didn’t want to see right now. And yes, that includes the guy who just stood you up.

You swung the door open slowly, Harry’s heart beating faster than your own as he saw the large door began to move. His brown eyes fell onto your figure, your body was slumped and your face covered in stains from your warm tears.

That broke his heart even more, seeing you look so hurt. And when you didn’t meet eye contact with him, when he didn’t get to see your captivating orbs when you spoke up, that’s when he knew he dug a deep hole.

You gulped, “What do you want, Harry?”

And your voice, your broken, shaky croak felt like a knife was being pushed into his soul.

“I, I wanted to apologize.” Harry stuttered, his arm going up to lightly bring his fingernails over his neck. Something he did when he was nervous.

“Harry- I can’t do this right now-”

“Y/N, please.” His thick accent slipping into a rickity quiver.

That made you look up.

His entire being was shattered right there on your doormat.

He said so in his deep brown eyes, that were right now aching instead of their normal brightness.

You didn’t say anything, just put half of your weight on your door, signaling for the boy to continue.

His fingers ran through his hair and he slightly pulled on his dark roots in aggravation. “I’m just, if I don’t apologize and say this now, I don’t know if I ever will be able to in the future.”

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion and he wanted to just bring you into a hug. Yes you looked adorable, but you were also in pain so he tried to not pay attention to your cute expression.

“I’m sorry, Y/n, I’m so fucking sorry for what I said-”

“Why did you even say that?” You spoke up, your voice not quivering as much this time because of the anger tone laced into it. “Why did you say those things? I know we usually talk about how dumb it was for me later on to go on a date with, whoever hurt me that time but that hurt like hell, Harry. I Appreciate you wanting to be there for me but-”

The boy in front of you sighed, running his hands through his hair again and looking around his surroundings in front of him. Just you, leaning on the door and your house behind you. Little things that yelled out you lived there. He did that for a few seconds before his frantic eyes met yours again.

“I was mad,”

“No shit,”

Another defeated sigh left his lips again. “No, I wasn’t just mad because of your choice in guys. But because of who’s standing in front of you.”

The moment he said that, your heart stopped. You always felt something different with Harry, knowing how you felt about him wasn’t how someone usually would feel about their best friend. But you always pushed those emotions to the side. You didn’t want to make things awkward between the two of you if he didn’t feel the same. You knew his heart didn’t beat for ou the way yours did for him. You knew his breath didn't catch in his throat when his eyes landed on you. You knew his captivating orbs didn’t light up when you were mentioned or when he saw you. You just knew these things.

No, you assumed that. But it was entirely the opposite.

“I was mad because I’m fucking in love with you, Y/N. I’ve been in love with you since I watched the first romantic comedy with you when we were seven. I saw how Adam Sandler looked at Drew Barrymore and I realized that’s how I’ve been looking at you. I didn’t know it then, we were so young and the only romance we knew of were stupid Disney fairy tales with no realistic feelings involved. My mom had to point it out to me actually. After you left my house that day, she told me that that’s how I looked at you. With so much admiration in my eyes, she said I looked at you like you were sensational. Like I’ve never seen something so, magnificent or marvelous in my young life.”

Your heart dropped to your stomach and you zoned out. You couldn't believe his words. He was infatuated with you? His heart stopped when you entered a room? A stupid sparkle appeared in his eyes when he looked at you? His face broke out into an immediate smile when your name was brought up? His legs turned into gelatin when his arms wrapped around you? His whole body felt like it was on fire every time you were close to him? It didn’t make sense.

A smooth hand gently grabbing your own snapped you out of your daydream along with a soft accent. “Y/N? Please say something. Anything. I know I hurt you and I’m so, so sorry. What I said was not okay in any way and it wasn’t funny. I was just so mad how you kept on going on dates with other guys and not noticing I was standing in front of you since we were both kids.”

You didn’t say anything. Your hand held his as you stepped closer to him, both of your hearts beating our of your chest as Harry’s face began to heat up. The delicate hand that wasn’t holding his gently went up to cup his face and he leaned down, both of your foreheads leaning on one other as his eyes closed softly, leaning into your touch and feeling butterflies erupt in his stomach along with his heart hugging yours.

Your e/c eyes fluttered closed and you could feel his eyelashes against your cheeks.

Your short breaths landed on his face, your breath warm and smelt of berries. The heartfelt boy in front of you felt like he was holding his breath, even though he was breathing normally. He was just overwhelmed with joy and he couldn’t tell if he was exhaling after he took that sharp breath when your hand grabbed his back.

“I’m in love with you too, Harry.” Your voice came out in a shaky whisper. But now it wasn’t a bad shaky like before when he knocked on your door.

Your best friend’s eyes opened, your doing the same at the same time. Your captivating orbs met his deep ones, both of you seeing the galaxy in each other.

Neither of you saw something more heart-stirringly astonishing.

The boy broke out in a grin, letting a tear slip down his face and your thumb swiped across the delicate skin underneath his eye, wiping the liquid away.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to hear those words come out of your mouth.” He said before he could stop himself.

Not like he was trying to hide it though. He needed to say it. It had to come out. It was time.

Before you could respond, Harry’s other hand gently cupped your face and his lips were on yours before you could even breath.

His lips molded with yours perfectly. It felt like two pieces of one puzzle that could never find their spot, finally meet together in the middle. His lips were soft and smooth, you would have laughed if this wasn’t occuring because the boy hated chapstick. Your lips were also smooth, but cold. You didn’t know why, you didn’t feel the coolness until his warmness mixed with your cold. But you didn't’ care, and neither did he.

He’s not a bad kisser, why didn’t I do this sooner?

Because you assumed he didn’t feel the same.

Oh honey, you couldn’t be more wrong.

Your favorite boy smiled against your lips, you doing the same and the kiss ended that way. Your right hand went around his beck to play with the little hairs there while your left gripped his shirt like you were going to fall to pieces and shatter like glass if you let go.

His right hand was holding your face gently, his left arm around your back and resting on your right hip. He wasn’t gripping hard or tight, but he felt like you would fade to dust if he let go.

“I’m so sorry again, love I-”

You rolled your eyes playfully and you were the one to silence him this time. And you did so the same way he did just moments before.

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piscesparker · 4 years ago

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Tagging: @missguidedlani @halfblood-princess-505 @parkerpeter24

WIP Folder Tag

thank you miss jill @havethetimeofyourstyles for tagging me!!!! i have so many wips and i haven’t worked on some of them in MONTHS but i’ll list them anyway!!

rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. send me an ask with the title that most intrigues you and i’ll post a snipped of it or tell you something about it!

A Second Chance Well Deserved - peter parker x reader

Currently Unnamed Piece - Heartbroken!Reader x Best Friend!Harry Styles

Currently Unnamed Piece - Mob!Tom Holland x Reader

Currently Unnamed Piece - Photographer!Reader x Harry Styles

Rumor - Harry Styles x Reader

The Guessing Game They Love To Play - Tattoo Artist!Reader x Harry Styles

Treat You Better - Tom Holland x Reader

i’m gonna tag a few of the lovelies!! (if you’ve already done this or just don’t want to, feel free to ignore this!!)

@wearethedreamrry, @taintedwonder, @spidey-reids-2003, @peeterparkr, @froggystyles, @sunflowers-styles, @tbslenthusiast + anyone else who wants to do this!!!!

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hollanderfangirl · 4 years ago

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Sugar, Spice and Everything Nice |Harry Holland X Indian! Reader|

A/N: I've wanted to write an Indian!Reader fic for so long and it's here!!! Also I wrote this at like 1am in the morning today???? You never know when inspiration might kick in. Tell me what you think!

Warnings: none lol, just a teeny weeny really small dislike towards Harry and Indian parents just being Indian parents.

You and Harry had been dating for over two years and you hadn’t even told your parents about it for the first six months. And when you finally managed to bring the nerve to tell them, they were so shocked, because they didn't expect you to date a British. But they grew out of it soon and were looking forward to meet him. It was the first time Harry was visiting India and you after three years. He seemed so nervous about meeting your parents but also excited about seeing the place you grew up, meeting all your friends and learning more about you. During the flight you kept telling him stories about your childhood and the places you were going to take him to see. You had decided that you would take him to some monuments or historical places in your city because they were your favourite to visit and also they were really good picturesque spots for Harry to click pictures. And of course you were going to take him to your school/ college where you had so many memories and all the spots where you and your friends used to hang out.

As the plane was about to land, you could see the city lights from below, it looked so beautiful and you realised how much you had missed home.

When you both get outside the airport, you see your parents were waiting for you.

“y/n!” your mom shouts.

You run towards her and pull her into a hug, it had been so long since you had seen her. Your dad then hugs you and kisses your forehead.

They start asking you about how the flight was and if you had eaten anything. You shrug it off and point towards Harry, who had been standing behind you, watching everything and smiling.

“Ma this is Harry!”

“Umm namaste,” he says. He wanted to make a good first impression, he had told you.

You parents smile and he shakes his hand with your dad.

On the car ride home, you point towards the buildings and tell Harry more about your city.

Your mom slowly whispers in your ear,"ye sar pe jhaad kyu uga rakha hai?" (Why has he grown this fro on his head?)

"Mom!" You whisper-shout. You loved Harry's curls, running your hand through it when cuddling and tugging on it during sexy times, how they felt on your neck when he hugged you. But apparently your mom wasn't a fan of it.

You reach home and rush towards your room, it was just like you had left, but cleaner. All the photos of boybands on the wall, all the inspiration quotes, the wall hangings, everything was exactly the same. You feel a wave of nostalgia as you sit down on the bed.

"We've missed you," Your mom says as she sits beside you.

"I've missed you too, ma," You start crying, just a few happy tears and your mom brushes them off from your cheeks.

"Now now, take a bath and relax, then we'll have lunch, okay? I've made your favourite food"

"Oh thank you mom"

"Harry will sleep in the guest room right?" Your mom asks you.

"Of course mom, where else would he sleep?" You say trying to hide your sneaky smile.

You had a plan in mind, which was going to get you killed if you got caught. But how could you deny that deep sexy voice? Those gorgeous curls? You were going to sneak into the guest room late at night, after everyone had fallen asleep and maybe..just maybe do some stuff, though you weren't sure, as Harry was so damn loud, he could probably be heard all the way from across the street.

You change into a salwar kurta, as you had missed wearing ethnic. You put on a pair of earrings which someone had gifted you, with a small bindi which matched the colour of your kurta.

Harry was in awe when he saw you, and you blushed a little as you didn't expect him to react that way.

"Wow- you… you look really beautiful"

"Well you don't look so bad yourself" You get closer to him, intertwining your hands with his. He leans in to kiss you, but you put a finger on his lips and softly push him away. You had told him not to PDA in front of your family but it was just a habit now, to kiss just like that, anytime, not even thinking about it before.

"Uh uh no baby not now," You eye towards the living room, where your dad was going through all the gifts you had bought for everyone."Tonight, okay?"

"Can't wait," He smirks.

Your mom had made enough food to last a week. But you hadn't had homemade food for so long, you didn't mind. After you left India, what you missed the most was the food, your family following closely after. You missed eating all the spicy food, snacks and sweets. Sure, there were good Indian restaurants in London but they were nothing close to the food made by your mom. You were so overwhelmed being able to taste her food again.

You talked all about how you met Harry and about his family. Your parents told you how things had been for them and a few updates on your relatives and cousins.

"Oh did I tell you your aunt's brother's son got into a university in the US?" Your mom says.

"No mom you didn't and what does that have to do with me-" You started to speak when you hear Harry cough. "Wha- what happened?"

"Spice- it's... too.... spicy... it's... it's burning," He says, puffing his cheeks, with a few tears in his eyes.

You immediately stand up and go to him, rubbing his back.

"Mom I told you not to make it spicy!"

"But- but I didn't put any chillis!" Your mom protests.

"It must be the masala (spices)," Your dad calls out.

"Whatever it is, just give him some water," Your mom reaches for a water bottle on the table.

"No it's going to burn even more!" You grab a mithai (sweet) from the plate and put it in Harry's mouth. A trick that you had learnt, not to drink water when spicy food gets to you, as it'll only make it worse. Instead always have something sweet, which cools down the tongue. "Better?"

"Mmmm yeah"

"Don't they eat spicy food?" Your mom asks.

"They do.. they do, mom. He's just not used to it and I did tell you to be careful in putting the spices"

When night fell, you go to the balcony and see Harry looking at the night sky.

"Hey"

"Hi"

"So my spicy nugget can't handle a little spicy food?"

He laughs. "Let me just say it was really spicy, okay how do you even eat it?"

"I'm used to it, I've been eating it since like forever and God, I've missed it so much"

"I know, babe and I'm so happy to see you happy"

"Aww come here," You pull him closer and put your lips on his, not caring who was watching. Both of your lips sliding over each other’s and his hands tracing your back, your eyes closed, savouring the taste of him. He moves his hands a little lower and playfully grabs your ass. You laugh into the kiss and tug on his hair. Your heartbeat becomes faster and you hold on to his neck. His mouth moves to your neck, slowly kissing and biting, you let out a small moan, feeling his hot breath on your skin.He lifts his head up and meets your lips again, deeply kissing you with his tongue teasing your mouth and-

"Y/NN!! " You hear a shocked voice call out from behind you, startling you both.

One look from your mom and you knew you were dead.

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