#haz: a chicken nugget

[thedevilinmybrain]

harry and louis have a kid but aren't together anymore but everytime Louis get the kid back to harry he stays and they fuck

"Tired him out at the park?" Harry asks, holding the door open so Louis can come in, their four year old slumped into his shoulder. His dark curls are sticking up a little all over the place, cherub face slacked in sleep.

"He's going to be a footie legend. I'll telling you, Haz. Fucking magnificent." Louis praises in a hushed whisper, handing over the overnight bag with a grin. "Legendary."

"Did you feed him anything other than chicken nuggets?" Harry rolls his eyes fondly, shuts the door behind them witha solid click, the lock automatic.

"Yeah, 'course. Did the whole routine, bath and cuddles before this." Louis rolls his eyes, leads the way as the pair of them go to put their son down. Kisses to forehead and Harry turns on the white noise machine while Louis pulls the Peter Pan blanket up over the toddler's shoulders, makes sure he's in tight, before the sneak out the door and softly shut it behind them.

"I'll be back on Thursday to get him, alright? Same time?" Louis asked, starts making his way slowly towards the front.

"Louis," Harry murmurs, that low tone drawn out, accent thick. Louis knows what it's all for even before he turns, doesn't stop him from inhaling sharp at the sight of Harry opening his robe. He isn't even wearing lingerie this time, just naked skin and a splatter of familiar tattoos.

"Hazza." Eyes roving, Louis settles back on Harry's flushed cheeks, his bitten bottom lip.

"You could stay," Harry grins a little devilish, an angel with horns.

"I could." Louis agrees, of course he does. What the fuck else is he supposed to say when Harry arches his back a little like that?

"You should." Backing towards his open bedroom door, Harry beckons with his finger.

"Alright." Louis sheds his jacket on the way. He won't be leaving for a while.

[sucktacular]

Alright, honesty hour kinda question I guess. When you close your eyes and think of things that make you happy, what are they, specifically, scenery, smells, feelings such as cold air or warm water, and if you imagine anyone there with you, like a beloved pet or close friend :3

Oh woah very interesting question!!

Hmm honestly lately I've been thinking a lot about when I was a teen and getting to hang out whenever and wherever with my friends in the summer. Going to my friend's place but their thermostat was set so low that we had to sit out on the front lawn after an hour or two in the basement to defrost ourselves. And then go back inside when we get too sticky and sweaty from sitting in the afternoon summer heat. The walks with all 5+ of us to the convenience store down the road from my friend's place in the evening when the sun is setting a nice gold/orange to get snacks and drinks for the night. Bags of chips to share. Candy bars for the sugar fiends. I buy a large carton of chocolate milk cuz I love it so much. Maybe a fruit punch Arizona if I'm just plain thirsty. Sleep overs with all of us piled and scattered around the basement of my friend's place. The sleeping matt's weren't comfy but it was still nice to be around everyoe. Playing left 4 dead on their pleather couch all crammed together and being over dramatic and silly about when accidentally shooting eachother or collecting the gnome from the carnival round and treating it like our baby or getting so startled when a special infected GETS YOU. Sitting at their dinning table upstairs before their family gets home. All of us roaming around the living room/kitchen/dinning room just being cringy teen anime nerds, sharing Can I Haz Cheese Burger memes and gathering around to feed off the baking sheet of slightly over cooked chicken nuggets and fries.

It wasn't always perfect, it was a constant swaying balance between all our different personalities and a lot of things happened between us or between certain friends that ended poorly. But honestly thinking about it, it was a genuinely very happy time of my life, despite all the troubles and problems.

Kinda went a lil over board I think fjsjjfis like there's a lot of things that make me happy like my cat and a nice cold nestea and my partner, but like also, man, That Feeling of all those experiences and the found family of it all is something that will always make me so happy to think about. :3 and I hope I can experience that again in the future! Miss having a big local group to hang out with and be like a family with.

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[the-claire-bitch-project]

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[the-claire-bitch-project]

Okay here’s the thing. He still sounds like a British person who is struggling to get the accent down. It’s not quite...seamless yet, but that doesn’t mean I don’t find him speaking with an American accent wildly attractive and who told him he could look like that wtf

Y'all, I never thought an American accent could ever be more attractive than a British one but HOLY SNOT LISTEN AT HAZ My heart physically aches a little

[nonbinaryshotgunman]

⚡My brain may not work for shit but I still love it anyway⚡

[carletes]

The way you write Charles accent and personality is so fucking spot-on i was choking reading it😭 and everything with fernando and lewis god bless you😭♥️

And my god I can VIVIDLY SEE these poor restaurant staff getting ready to serve the Ferrari formula 1 driver and his guests only for him to arrive with four children in tow lmfao and Charles legit sitting there discussing the food with Charlie like some expert food critics🥺♥️ “he haz to expand hiz palate Lando! U definitely not doin a gud job wiz ur palate!”

screaming laughing oh my god YES

Lan is like "?? there are no chicken nuggets on the menu :(((" and Charles, who has never eaten a chicken nugget in his life, feels compelled to apologize to the server. "I zont know what zis nugget of ze chicken iz! Zey must have learnt zis from leur père!"

"Which one?" Allegra says, trying to console Lan. She's had multiple people come up to her for autographs already.

Charles stares at Allegra. "You know wheech one."

[goldensunset]

If you don’t mind me adding a addendum to your twewy x kingdom hearts music but

Everytime Joshua, Haz, or any other Angelically coded creature comes up MoM’s theme plays. I was just thinking how quickly t he tone would change if MoM’s theme was playing during Haz’s scenes with Rindo. Or when Joshua yoinks Shoka.

The vibes would turn to rancid. 

oooh interesting! this is kinda long so i’ll have mercy on you scrollers

i was mostly talking about the possibility of making kh amvs set to twewy songs but the idea of the franchises swapping soundtracks??? insane. that would completely change the entire feel of both of them. i mean, we already know kh feels super different with twewy music, from ddd. it was fun and weird and ominous and energetic and i love it.

twewy always has at least somewhat energetic and weird yet vibin music during gameplay but during the rare full cutscenes it’s always noticeably silent in the background which is super striking and jarring. that’s the twewy kind of dramatic. not that there aren’t sad scenes with music, but there are just those rare moments when they want to seriously grab your attention and take your breath away. the music almost always will fade back in quickly after that.

if you added the dramatic and beautiful kingdom hearts soundtrack to that moment it would legitimately feel like you had just been transported to another world for half a second. it would be a huge whiplash because you know what music typically sounds like in twewy and this isn’t it.

personally i think twewy is better suited for the sudden cut to silence in serious moments as i’ve said above just because it’s set in a perpetually dangerous environment, in a loud city, so the rare moments when it’s quiet and calm are quite striking. they’re also just too short to suddenly cut into the orchestral music- the whiplash would be too jarring. twewy is serious but it’s not dramatic- they’re quite different ideas.

i think basically what i’m going for is that kh has an otherworldly vibe while twewy (despite being set in purgatory) feels very grounded and real-world. these are edgy real world teens who live in a big city, not magical destined ones who fly through the sky. if we got a third game that explored the higher plane and angels and stuff we could get into more epic and dramatic kh style music.

(twewy only occasionally touches on those ideas despite them being perpetually present because y’know, i don’t think they care that much about their own deep lore. they care that you’re learning the life lessons that the protags are learning and eating chicken nuggets to boost your stats. whereas kingdom hearts will gladly give you the entire backstory of the universe and you’d better remember it all. lol)

and just in general, suddenly changing the entire style of music in a piece of media is a great way to really trip up your audience and make them wonder: just who is this? just what is happening? it’s like the fourth wall has been broken in a way- this scene is so special it goes against the norms of every other scene. (and then you have a choice: do your keep the music style this new way, signifying that this is a new era? or do you quickly jump back to the old and leave people absolutely reeling?)

music choices in media go a long way and can completely change how you feel about a scene regardless of anything else so yeah something like this would be wild. ty for sharing

[roseanddaggerpodcast]

Episode 36.1 Links

Fistina :: They met in the center of the ring and bumped their bare knuckles together.

Don’t Want Shelter :: Louis and Harry have known each other all their lives. Friends as children, they danced around each other as teenagers, and have spent the last twenty-five years either screaming at each other or not speaking at all. Except for that one time ten years ago… When Hurricane Nicole threatens the coast, they end up stuck together in their families' old vacation home that they begrudgingly co-own. During the storm, and in the months after, they’re both forced to reevaluate their history and what they mean to each other.

Polish Rider :: Louis Tomlinson is back in London to do pre-recorded press in support of his new single, “Miss You.” After a night with his ‘friend with benefits,’ Greg James, Louis is scheduled to appear on Greg’s show. A total size queen who can’t get Greg’s dick out of his head, Louis flirts his way through the interview and reconsiders what exactly he wants from his relationship with Greg.

Heading for Limbo :: Childhood best friends who’ve fallen in and out of touch with each other since Louis’ family moved away when they were thirteen, Harry and Louis find their paths crossing again and again. Each time, no matter how many miles apart or how many years it’s been, it’s as if no time has passed. They fall back into their easy friendship, until life intervenes and sends them on their separate ways once more. When Harry discovers some life-changing things about himself, Louis is there for him, however he needs. But it’s all temporary because Louis has plans that will move his life from New York all the way to L.A. and the distance isn’t the only thing between them. The pieces of their twice broken hearts are scattered from the Atlantic to the Pacific.

How Long Nothing Lasts :: On the way to their friends’ wedding, Louis thinks about the state of his relationship with Harry.

Someone to Fly Home To :: Louis. 55 year old pilot who wants someone to fly home to. Harry swipes right. Louis and Harry’s marriage ended more than a decade ago, but fate keeps bringing them back together.

How Many Licks :: Occasionally Louis likes to pass his time browsing Tumblr or AO3. When by chance he discovers that one of he and Harry's favorite kinks is sorely underrepresented in the fandom, he sets out to do something about it. “It’s no laughing matter, Haz. Apparently none of the Larries think you can give yourself a blow job.”Harry let out a last giggle and then he stuck his bottom lip out in an exaggerated pout. “I’m trying.” “Stop talking. I know you’re so close, so proud of you. They think we’ve done the weirdest shit with chicken nuggets and they don’t think we’ve attempted this. We have to prove them wrong.”

The Stars Look Very Different Today :: For Harry Styles, child genius turned glorified spaceship mechanic, rescuing lost or broken down ships is a fairly common occurrence. There’s nothing common about his latest mission, the ship, or that ship’s captain. The last thing he expects to find in a distant galaxy is the one thing he’s been missing on Earth.

Swallow My Words :: Senior year is stressful. On top of balancing school work, family, and friends, Harry's lacrosse team is vying to win the state championship, he's not sure where he's going to college yet, and he has a secret boyfriend that no one can know about.

Fall At My Door :: A-list actor Harry Styles and award-winning musician Louis Tomlinson have an acquaintances-with-benefits relationship, so whenever their busy professional lives happen to land them in the same city, they meet up. It’s a mutually beneficial arrangement. And that’s all it is. Until it isn’t.

[farfromharry]

Can I request 11 with haz from your Christmas prompt list please?

summary: you and harrison ended up burning christmas dinner, resulting in you getting mcdonalds instead

harrison osterfield x reader

hope this is okay! christmas prompts

w/c 0.4k

you gave harrison a sheepish look, the man just as unsure about what to do as you.

“shit.” you cursed, looking at the ruined food and then at harrison.

“what do we do?” you asked, slightly panicked. he thought for a minute before his eyes lit up.

“grab your coat.” he shrugged. you furrowed your eyebrows, looking at him utterly confused.

“i’m not following.” he laughed, taking your hand after grabbing your coat.

“come on, let’s go.” you followed after him, your face showing visible confusion. the two of you climbed into harrison’s car, the male still not telling you where you were going.

around 20 minutes later, harrison pulled into a mcdonald’s drive thru. a giggle escaped you as you glanced at him in the driver’s seat.

“really?”

“really.” he ordered for the both of you, your heart warming when he so easily remembered your order.

after getting your food, harrison parked the car in a parking space and the two of you ate together, quiet christmas music playing in the background.

“thank you.” he looked up at you, confusion evident on his beautiful features.

“if you hadn’t thought of this i’d probably still be crying over the ruined dinner.” he laughed, lifting your hand to his lips and kissing your knuckles.

“anything for you.” you blushed, trying to diffuse it by stealing one of harrison’s fries.

“you thief!” you laughed loudly, slapping his hand away when he tried to steal one of your chicken nuggets.

“don’t you dare.” he playfully scowled at you, making you laugh harder, a lovesick smile on his face as he watched you. the two of you finished up your food, sitting with your drinks for a while to watch the snow fall.

“you ready to go home?” he asked. you nodded, loving the way his hand grabbed yours to hold on the way home.

the two of you arrived home in a short amount of time, silence between you as you entered your house. once in the living room he pulled you into his body, your arms going around his neck as his held your waist.

“so, was this better than eating some fancy christmas meal?” you thought about it.

“no.” he mumbled a slightly saddened ‘oh,’ prompting you to laugh. “but it was nice, and creative and i loved spending that time with you.” his frown turned into a grin, pressing a kiss to your lips.

“merry christmas y/n.” you grinned, pecking his lips multiple times.

“merry christmas baby.”

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[ibelieveinharrystyles]

Chapter Three: It’s Complicated

Forever? Masterlist

1st February 2016 Ashley loved celebrating birthdays, she especially loved celebrating Harry’s birthday. On the morning of the first day of February she pulled herself out of bed and found her phone to send Harry a video of herself dancing to Stevie Wonder’s rendition of happy birthday. It was easier to do when she still lived with her mum because their house was considerably bigger than her new flat in London. Being from the North of England Ashley was naive when she started house hunting, but eventually she managed to find a small flat in South London that had decent enough tube connections to allow her to get to work each day. She had also managed to make it her own, making the most of the available space, each room was incredibly small, but that was how things worked in London. She was set to be at work all day and then she’d have to face the inevitable joy that was rush hour as she traveled into North London for Harry’s birthday meal. 

Following breakfast she rummaged through her wardrobe looking for something she could wear to work, but would also be appropriate for Harry’s meal. She was still yet to tell Harry about the baby and her choice to keep it, so she thought tight fitting clothes were out of the question. Eventually she settled on a grey chunky roll neck jumper which she paired with black jeans and her trusty leather jacket. Her hair was a mess as always, she didn’t even attempt to curl or straighten it, so decided to opt for a simple but effective top knot.

“Morning sunshine!” Ashley called as she sat at her desk, across from her new found friend Toby, he was one of those effortlessly fashionable people who looked painfully good in literally anything. The two of them were doing the same paid internship and shared a mutual appreciation for Colin Firth; they spent every lunchtime together, Ashley swiping through Toby’s tinder matches to find him a suitable match, whilst Toby continued to talk about his failed dates, this week's disaster was Roberto.

“How are you so awake when it is so early?” Toby sighed, spinning on his office chair.

“It’s called getting nine hours of sleep you melon.” 

“I love it when you get all sarcastic, makes me realise I’m not actually as cynical as I thought.” Toby told her as she tapped away on her computer.

Whilst on their daily lunch break Ashley and Toby stopped off at Starbucks, “What can I get you love?” the barista asked her.

“Just a cheese and marmite panini and tea please.” Ashley replied as she handed over her cash.

“Cheese and marmite? Are you trying to insult me?” Toby asked in disgust before ordering his salad and cappuccino.

“You aren’t allowed to be rude to me, I’m pregnant remember, besides it's one of my odd cravings, along with chicken nuggets dunked in peanut butter.” She told Toby sarcastically, the only people who knew about the baby were her mum, Gemma and Toby, she hadn’t intended to tell anyone at work until further down the line, but using dry january as an excuse not to go on a work night out didn’t seem like a feasible excuse, so she felt it necessary to tell him the truth. She was still yet to find the right moment to tell Harry, or Anne for that matter, she didn’t want to have to tell her best friend that her first child was born out of a loveless night of lust, well in fact there wasn’t even any lust on Ashley’s behalf.

“What ya thinkin bout pet?” Toby asked her as they took their usual seat in the window.

“All sorts, whether I should buy a crib or wait a few months, whether or not I should tell my best friend I got pregnant after a drunken mistake.” Ashley explained, biting her nails the way she always had when she was anxious.

“Whoever this elusive friend of yours is, I’m sure he’ll still care about you the same way whether or not you’re pregnant, so stop being so hard on yourself, besides babies don’t stay that small forever, in a few months time your belly is going to be the size of a beach ball.” Ashley hadn’t told anyone at work her best friend was in fact Harry, she didn’t want people to think she got a free pass just because she was best friends with pop sensation Harry Styles.

As soon as she entered Leicester Square Station Ashley regretted her choice to get the tube, it was packed, even though on the streets of London there was still a cold chill in the air, somehow the underground remained its warm and sweat inducing self. She held onto her bump with one hand, while the other had hold of the pole, not wanting to face palm on a tube full of people. Since moving to London Ashley was often successful at wrangling a seat, seeing as it was pretty obvious she was pregnant, it had taken her a while to adapt to the bluntness of most Londoners, growing up in Holmes Chapel, life moved at a much slower pace, people stopped for a chat and it wouldn’t in anyway impact the progress of their day, but here everyone was in a rush, living in their own little bubble.

Harry’s restaurant of choice was fancy, very fancy, when Ashley arrived they took her coat from her and led her to the table where Harry, Anne and Gemma were sat with several other people she didn’t recognise, so assumed they were colleagues and famous friends of Harry’s. “Happy birthday Haz!” Ashley cried as she hugged her best friend.

“Thank you petal.” he whispered into her hair, swaying her from side to side, he was dressed in yet another Styles signature look, a loose white shirt which was only buttoned half way, so his bird tattoos were peeping out, paired with black skinny jeans and chelsea boots

“This is for you,” she handed him the gift bag, Ashley never knew what to get Harry, if he wanted something, frankly he was in the position where he could afford it himself, there was no need for Ashley to buy him anything fancy, so instead she decided on a leather bound notebook with room for all his scribbles and ideas. “Twenty two eh? Pretty sure someone’s written a song about that.” She smirked, shooting Harry a knowing glance as she took a seat opposite him, beside Gemma. 

“You alright?” Gemma mouthed, to which Ashley nodded, being the generally caring and compassionate person she was, Gemma had accompanied her to the twelve week scan, and offered her services as a general source of comfort, because in Ashley’s eyes she was the next best thing to Harry.

The food was posh, and Ashley had always lacked a refined palette, the poshest food she’d ever had was when her dad took her for tea and cake at the Ritz, so she opted for what she felt most comfortable with, steak. Conversation was buzzing amongst the table, Harry had lots of questions for Ashley, he hadn’t seen her since Christmas and wanted to know all about her first month working at Capital. “Some champagne for you sir.” The waiter placed the bottle on the table in front of Harry and a champagne flute in front of each guest. 

Harry stood up, clearing his throat, “I’d like to say thank you all for coming tonight, it means a lot to have all my favourite people in one room, so cheers!” Harry told the group before popping the cork, he made his way around the table to pour everyone a glass, eventually getting to Ashley, “

I don’t want any thanks H.” She told him softly.

“Oh come on Ashley, it’s the first day of February, dry January is over so you’ve got to have a drink.” he insisted.

“I’m fine H, I don’t want one.” She replied.

“Just one, a little one.” He pushed.

“Harry leave it.” Gemma told him sternly.

“Why are you getting all defensive all of a sudden Gem?” He asked, placing the bottle on the table.

“If she doesn’t want a drink I just don’t think you should pester her about it.”

“Harry I wasn’t doing dry January, the real reason I haven’t been drinking is-” Ashley muttered.

“You don’t have to do this, not now, not if you aren’t ready.” Gemma assured her.

“What’s going on? Why are you two being secretive?” Harry questioned, the several glasses of wine he had consumed, clearly taking effect, on his normally rational state.

“I’m pregnant.” The silence was almost deafening, the light conversations around the table had stopped, Ashley and Harry looked at eachother like there was no one else in the room, she hadn’t wanted to tell him like this, she was going to tell him when she was ready. Harry sat back in his seat, twiddling his thumbs, “I think I best leave you all to it, thank you for having me,” Ashley whispered before standing from her chair, she left some money towards the meal on the table, took her bag from the chair and left the restaurant, tears streaming down her cheeks.

Gemma glared at her brother as Ashley darted out of the restaurant, “Well done Harry, you handled that with real compassion.”

“What did you want me to do? My best friend just told me she’s pregnant.” Harry replied.

“For Christ sake Harry! She’s the one who is going through all of this, and yet all you can think about is your bruised ego.” Gemma told him bluntly, the raised voices drawing unwanted attention from other customers in the restaurant.

“You two need to calm down.” Anne soothed, placing her hand on Harry’s arm, “I’m sure she had a valid reason not to tell you love.”

“Harry, be the friend she needs you to be, go after her and apologise.” Gemma instructed him.

London was dark, as you would expect, it was early February after all, Ashley made her way towards Highgate tube station, the winter frost biting at her skin as she walked. She entered the station, rummaging through her pockets for her oyster card, “Ash! Wait.” She turned to see her best friend, panting heavily as though he’d run a 100 metre sprint, the station wasn’t busy but he had drawn some unwanted attention to himself. “I’m a dick.” he sighed as he walked closer to her.

“Little shit actually.” she replied, a small grin appearing briefly on her lips.

“What I mean is, whatever happens, whatever you have to deal with over the next few months, I’ll have your back, forever.” He assured her, holding onto her elbows, so as to steady her.

“The reason I didn’t tell you was because I thought you’d think I was a failure, for fuck sake I’m nearly twenty and I’m three months pregnant and the father is a twat who currently resides in Malia and probably beds a new girl every night.” 

“I don’t think you’re a failure, out of everyone I know you’ve got your shit together, you knew you were pregnant when you came to London, but you still did it, the idea of being here alone didn’t phase you and I admire you for that.” Harry told her, “You’ll be a great mum, and I’ll be an even better uncle.” Harry chuckled.

“I’ve got another present for you if you want it? I think you’ll like it more than what I actually got you.” Ashley rummaged in a bag, pulling out her twelve week scan, “That’s your niece or nephew in there.”

Harry grinned eagerly, his dimples becoming more prominent than usual, “Can I keep it?” he asked her, unable to stop smiling.

“Of course you can.” 

“Thank you, I’m sorry I’m such a little shit.” He wrapped his arms around her tightly, kissing the top of her head, “I’m going to look out for you two forever.”

[grapecaseschoices]

if they call you strickland it's after a famous pool player if they call you toast it's because you're boring but not necessarily in a bad way if they call you danger mouse it's because you're terrible at pool and if they call you bossy then you Know why (via @bodycountgame) 

I have a quick question! Why does Syd call us Shark? I’m romancing them (I LOVE THEM SO MUCH PLEASE HELP ME), but I don’t remember there being an explanation? Is there one?

Hahaha so if you shark someone at pool or snooker, it's where you pretend to be worse than you are to dupe someone into thinking you aren't very good to con money out of them later.

If they call you shark, it's cause they knew you were just pretending to be bad at pool and they humoured you.

[peeterparkr]

Y/n and Emma feel like that vine of “welcome to bible studies were are children of Jesus”

HAHHAAHHAAHHAHAHAHHAHA YESSS

Omg perennial as vines tho:

Y/N: "Would you like the spider in your hand?" "Yea." "Say please." "Please." *puts spider in hand* *screams*

Emma: this bitch empty YEEEEET

Harry: hi welcome to chili’s

Tom: road work ahead? Uh yeah I sure hope it does

Haz: Can i get a waffle can i please get a waffle

Josh: How much did you pay for that taco?" Aight, yo, you know this boys got his free tacoo."

Tim: it’s an avocaaado thanks

Sam: *girl blows vape* "...WoW"

James: I don’t have enough money for chicken nuggets

Cherry: “I’m a lesbian” “I thought you were American”

[petersasteria]

Secrets - Haz Osterfield (Part 2)

Pairing: Haz x Holland!Reader

Requested? Nah m8

*This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.*

Part 1 

Masterlist

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Out of all the secrets you’ve kept from the fans, this is probably the biggest one yet. Only your close friends and your family knew. You and Harrison didn’t know how to tell the fans, so telling them was always kept on hold until you completely forgot about it.

*

“Hey Harry!” you smile, letting your brother in your new house. He smiles at you and asks, “Haz is at work?”

You nod, closing the door.

“So are you really THIS bored that you want to do a mukbang video?” Harry laughs, setting up the equipment in the dining area. You go to where he is and say, “Yes, that AND I haven’t uploaded a YouTube video in years.”

“And your big comeback is a QnA mukbang video with me?” 

“Yup!”

“Alright then.” Harry chuckles, finishing the set up. You order a colossal amount of food from McDonald’s and cleaned up a bit whilst waiting for it to arrive.

*

“Hey everyone! It’s been a long time since my last video and I thought that I’d make a new one this year!” you laugh. “So today I’m doing a QnA mukbang video with my brother, Harry.”

“Hello!” he smiles.

“Why don’t you tell them about the food that we have right now?”

“Today is going to be a McDonald’s mukbang.” Harry says, “I think they can see that, Y/N.” he laughs.

“Okay,” you giggle, “Yesterday, I asked you guys on Twitter to send some questions for me and Harry to answer. I printed your answers and put them in a bowl. With that being said, let’s get started!”

*

You and Harry spent the whole time eating, laughing, answering questions, and even finding out about things that the other didn’t know. 

“I can’t believe you broke my action figure when we were kids, Y/N.” Harry shakes his head. You laugh, not saying anything.

“Okay this is the last question.” Harry says, grabbing the strip of paper from the bowl. He looks at it and smirks, “Oooh interesting. This question is for you.”

“Okay, shoot.” you say before eating a chicken nugget.

“This fan asks: you and haz are very good at keeping secrets from fans...out of all the secrets that you’ve kept from us, which one was the hardest to keep?” Harry looks at you, clearly interested in what your answer will be.

“Everything was hard to keep and I don’t think that there’s a secret that’s easy to keep, because people will eventually find out.” you answer safely. Harry subtly looks at you and immediately knows that you’re hiding something.

You did your outro and end the video. You start cleaning up and Harry starts fixing his equipment.

“Okay, what are you hiding? I know you’re hiding something.” Harry breaks the silence. You look at him and sigh, “Fine. You caught me. I’ve been meaning to tell you this, though. I need help for a video project.”

Intrigued, Harry says, “Okay. Tell me more.”

*

You look at Harry and nod. He nods back and says, “You’re on in 3, 2, 1...go.”

“Hi everybody! Haz and I have been hiding something really big from you guys and I think it’s time for us to tell you. But before that, let’s bring him out first.” You smile and invite Harrison to sit next to you.

“Hi guys!” Harrison smiles. “So, Y/N and I have been hiding something from you guys for months now, but we wanted to wait for the right time to say it and I guess this is it.”

You look at each other and smile. “There’s no way to sugarcoat this, but I’m pregnant.” you finally announce. “I’m 3 months pregnant now, actually.”

“We’ve never been so happy. We’re so excited to share this moment with all of you.” Harrison chuckles.

“Yes and I can finally go out of the house without hiding anything!” you sigh in relief. “But yeah... if our kid will watch this in the future, just know that we love you very much and you’ll do great things in your life.”

“Just don’t grow up too quick. Stay a child while you can, because when you’re an adult, there’s no going back.” Harrison adds.

“Well, that’s all for today. I’ll see you all on the next video. Bye!!!”

* * * *

-not proofread-

lmao this has been overdue sksks

Tagging my mutuals: @sweetdespairbarnes @fanficparker @myblueleatherbag @lcvelyparkers @tommysparker

[kryptonians]

Pardon the Cheezburger speak but “i can haz chicken nugget?”

(Don’t worry he got several)

[softspiderling]

of broken promises and heartbreak - part two | t.h.

Summary: even after six years, forgotten feelings can return with a mighty force, but are you ready to face them?

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Songs I listened to while writing: One And Only by Adele (y’all, if you really want to get in the mood, listen to this song while reading, I promise you will cry)

Author’s Note: with all your love and support, here is the second part of this little angsty piece! I literally had to research how to do tequila shots and to smoke, I am such a goody two shoes this is embarassing. Please enjoy!

Warnings: cursing, angst, mention of alcohol and cigarette smoking

Word Count: 4,6k words

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PART ONE | PART TWO | PART THREE | PART FOUR

previously on of broken promises and heartbreak

You lean against the wall of the building, exhaling softly, closing your eyes. Even though it has been six years since the breakup, seeing Tom again really brought all sorts of feelings back, and you’ve never been able to deal with stressful situations, it’s needless to say that this is more than stressful for you.

“Y/N?” someone asks tentatively and you look up just to see the cause of the situation you’re currently in.

“Hey Tom,” you say softly, blinking in surprise as he steps closer to you.

“Can we talk?”

oOo

You bite on your lip, discomfort already seeping in your bones. Honestly, it’s a little sad how things can change. You used to feel so comfortable around Tom, able to be yourself and say whatever you wanted without the fear of him judging you.

Now you can’t even hold a simple conversation with him without feeling uneasy.

“What do you want to talk about?” you ask, smoothening your dress with the palms of your hands. Tom rubs the back of his neck, ducking his head, not meeting your eyes. “I just… It’s come to my attention that I’ve been acting like a dick earlier and I guess I wanted to apologize,” he says and your eyebrows shoot up in surprise.

“Oh.. Uh, it’s okay,” you answer, your smile sheepish. “I guess it’s pretty awkward, huh? I’d thought it would be better after all these years.”

“Yeah, me too,” Tom admits and tugs on the sleeves of his dress shirt. “I was really nervous, still am, by the way. Did you know that this is our first time seeing each other, since-“

“Yeah, since our breakup,” you breathe out softly and he finally lifts his head, meeting your gaze.

Your stomach swoops weirdly and you swallow it all down, willing the confusing mixture of feelings away. “I should probably head back inside, don’t want them to be worried,” you say, gesturing with your hands wildly.

You turn to leave, but freeze when you hear him calling out to you.

“Wait, Y/N.”

Closing your eyes, you let out an exasperated puff of air before turning to face him once more.

You watch him fiddle with his hands and fold your arms across your chest, shielding yourself from him.

“I just want to apologize,” Tom says slowly and this blatant attempt of trying to keep you outside really aggravated you. You pinch your arm to calm yourself down before speaking up.

“Tom, you’ve already said sorry, can I go back-“

“No, that’s not what I meant!” he snaps, interrupting you. You startle, taken aback by his outburst and he sighs, kicking at a pebble on the ground in frustration.

“What I was trying to say is… I am sorry that I broke up with you six years ago. You’ve been right about everything.”

You blink at him, holding your breath as you let his words sink in. You’ve been right about everything?

“I was young and stupid, I thought I had it all figured out, when in reality I didn’t have a clue about anything,” he continues, his voice cracking. “I am just- I am really sorry for hurting you and taking you for granted, okay, Y/N?”

Seeing Tom like this, being vulnerable and open, just talking honestly, rambling like a five year old; it shows you that the boy you’ve fallen in love with all these years ago was still inside of him. The boy you got along with so greatly, the kind of person who was a great friend before he became more than that; maybe he can be that again. A friend.

And just like that, the discomfort that you’ve been feeling around Tom, just disappears into thin air, the walls you’ve been building to keep him out slowly crumbling.

You nod quickly, a small smile growing on your face.

“Okay Tom,” you reply and drop your arms to your side. “Thank you for saying that.”

Tom swats his hand, shaking his head. “Don’t thank me. This apology was long overdue. You were a great girlfriend, I guess I just was too blind at the end. I was an idiot for breaking up with you.”

You let out an airy chuckle, happiness swelling within you. You’re not sure if you are supposed to feel so happy to hear that your ex regrets breaking up with you.

“That was pretty dumb, yeah,” you agree, ducking your head. Tom steps closer to you and puts his thumb on your chin, lifting your head gently.

“Hey, don’t,” he says softly, his index finger caresses your cheek before tucking a strand of loose hair behind your ear. The gesture was stupidly affectionate and when his eyes meet yours, you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. This is not supposed to feel as nice as it does, should it?

“I… We should probably head back inside,” you whisper softly, a flush creeping on your cheeks.

Tom nods with a smile, pulling away from you. “You go ahead, I’ll be right in,” he tells you, stuffing his hands into the pockets of his pants.

You turn to leave, your hand holding onto the door before you glance at him.

“Hey Tom?”

His head whips up and he looks at you expectantly.

“We cool?” you ask and he laughs, throwing his head back.

“Yeah, we’re cool darlin’.”

A giggle escapes your lips and you walk back inside, promptly bumping into someone. As you look up, you see Vica straightening her skirt, before squinting at you.

“Woah, hey- Did you just giggle? Since when do you giggle?” she asks suspiciously and you huff, squaring your shoulders.

“You look really flushed, are you okay?”

You nod, lifting your chin defiantly. “Yeah, I am fine, mom,” you reply. “What are you even doing here? Are you still waiting for the second course?”

“Second course?” Vica repeats, pinching her nose. “Y/N, you’ve been out there for an hour, we’re halfway through the third course.”

Your eyes widen. “What!? I didn’t even realize that I’ve been gone for so long, I just needed some fresh air and I kinda bumped into Tom,” you tell her nonchalantly, linking your arm with hers as you walk, but Vica gasped out a shrill: “WHAT!”, whacking you on your forearm.

“Ouch!” you yelp with a glare, while Vica pulls you to the side.

“What did you even talk about?” she wants to know, scrunching up her nose. She still hasn’t forgiven Tom for leaving you, mostly because she was the one spending a long time mending the broken parts of your heart. Vica does not need a repetition of that.

You shrug and sigh softly; you were expecting her to react like this.

“He apologized. For everything, and yeah- I don’t know. I guess we’re cool,” you recap for her and Vica snorts. “You’re cool now, huh?” she asks, one eyebrow arched. You knew what was coming.

“Y/N, he broke your heart six years ago and he’s just apologizing for it now. You just forgive him after talking to him for five minutes? Don’t you think that his timing is kind of suspicious?”

You frown at her. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Oh come on. You’re getting married tomorrow and he suddenly turns up, acting all remorseful and heart-eyed-“ “Heart-eyed?! And he didn’t just suddenly turn up, I invited him!”

“You know what I mean,” Vica groans.

You cross your arms and look to the side, letting the silence settle over the tense atmosphere. When you turn your eyes back to your best friend, you see that her sour expression has melted into a worried one.

“Bub, you know I am only worried for you.” Vica grabs your arms gently and squeezes. “I want you to be happy.”

“I know,” you sigh and wrap your arms around her, closing your eyes briefly. “I know what I am doing, okay? I’m a big girl.”

“Yeah, a big girl who still wraps herself in her blanket like her life depends on it when she sleeps.”

“Oh shut up, Vic. Let’s just go back before they start sending out search parties.” You say and pull your laughing friend back into the dining area, your argument long forgotten.

oOo

“Who the hell even serves Chicken Nuggets at their rehearsal dinner?”

Mid-dunk, you whirl around to see Harrison and Tom walking towards you, both with a bottle of beer in their hand.

“I do. Because chicken nuggets are delicious,” you say indignantly and take a bite out of the chicken nugget in your hand, sighing exaggeratedly.

Harrison snorts, taking a swig of his beer, while Tom watches, amusement written clearly across his face.

“I remember you always telling me that you would have chicken nuggets on your wedding menu, but I never thought you’d actually do it,” he points out and you laugh, shrugging with your shoulders.

“I’d never turn my back on chicken nuggets. Not even at my rehearsal dinner,” you joke, popping the last bite of the nugget into your mouth.

“You clearly live up to your nickname,” Tom snickers and Harrison groans, bumping the cold beer bottle against his forehead.

“Oh god, I totally forgot you used to call Y/N Nugget. Why did you have to remind me of this?” he whines and Tom rolls his eyes at him, patting his shoulders.

“What are you complaining about? That nickname was adorable.”

“Totally adorable!” you agree with your ex, the two of you sharing a laugh. As you reach for another nugget, you catch Vica watching you.

‘Heart-eyes,’ she mouths at you, waggling her eyebrows. With a glare, you snatch a nugget before turning back to the English boys.

“Pretty sure you mean nauseating,” Harrison teases and you wave the nugget at him. “Hey! Don’t make me waste any food, Haz,” you threaten him and he holds his hands up in defeat.

“Whoa, okay, I take it back. Please put the nugget down,” Harrison says and you do as you’re told, munching happily.

“So is everything alright? Do you need more food? Drinks? Anything I can take care of for you boys?” you ask, ever the caring host.

“Yeah, this one’s been wiggling in his seat for the whole time. Is there going to be any dancing tonight?” Harrison asks, while Tom jabs him in the ribs.

“Mate, shut up, you know I don’t dance in public anymore,” Tom complains and you grin knowingly. “Yeah, not until you’re at least tipsy. How many drinks have you had?” you point at the beer in his hand with a wiggle of your finger.

“This?” Tom asks, lifting the half full bottle. “Third? No, wait this is my fourth,” he corrects himself, nodding. “And you’ve had two glasses of champagne,” Harrison adds.

“Alright then. We’re only opening the dance floor after dessert, because I want to keep the event classy until the elderlies leave,” you tell them, wiping your hands on a napkin.

Harrison gasps and his hand flies to his chest in faux shock. “What do you mean, classy? Are you saying our dancing is not classy?”

You give him an unimpressed look. “Don’t even. All of your dance moves are hopeless, and so are yours Holland.”

Tom throws his hands up. “What- I didn’t even say anything. That was really uncalled for, Y/N!”

You laugh loudly and the sound of your happy, genuine laughter, catches Levi’s attention. It’s not often that you laugh like that, completely let loose and uncaring of the environment’s judgement.

Levi cherishes every time he’d get you to laugh like that, and seeing that your ex can make you laugh like that so easily, really sets something off inside of Levi. He excused himself from his college buddies to head over to where you were chatting, sidling up behind you.

“Hey babe, do you think we should call for the groom’s cake anytime soon?” he asks you and wraps his arms around your neck, kissing your head.

You look up to him with a soft smile and nod, stroking his arm with your hand.

“Yeah, that sounds like a good idea, Levi,” you tell him, unwrapping yourself from his arms to stand up.

“I need to go take care of dessert guys, I’ll see you later,” you say to Tom and Harrison, walking off with Levi.

Tom watches you leave and his jaw ticks, before he takes a big swig of his beer, his knuckles turning white around the bottle. Harrison eyes him with worry.

“You okay, mate?”

“Just peachy,” Tom mutters, his eyes fixated on your form. It’s hard for him to see you like this; happy and in love, but not with him. He thought he could do it. Attend your rehearsal dinner and your wedding and be happy for you, but every time Levi wraps you up in his arms and holds you close, he feels like drowning, like he’s reaching for a lifeline that isn’t there anymore. It’s a little bit depressing but Tom knows that he deserves the pain, that he was the one who made the wrong decision and now it’s back to bite him in the ass.

“I need something stronger than beer,” he announces and Harrison pulls a face, but nods towards the bar, ever the good friend he is.

“This way, then.”

oOo

“I'm a sucker for all the subliminal things. No one knows about you,” you sing, pointing at Hannah.

“About you.”

“About you.”

“About you!”

“And you're making the typical me break my typical rules. It's true, I'm a sucker for you,” you crow out, hanging onto your girlfriends as the four of you keeled over in laughter.

It’s well into the night and loud music booms out of the speakers. Your older guests have bid their goodbyes shortly after dessert, of course not without telling you that they’re looking forward to the wedding ceremony for the next day. But for now, it’s time to party.

It’s unconventional to have an after-rehearsal dinner party, but you and Levi decided for it, since neither of you had a bachelor or bachelorette party. It’s your last night as an unmarried woman and you want to celebrate that with your friends.

Right now you are dancing and goofing around with your friends, your heels kicked off long ago. Levi keeps bouncing around you and back to his friends, though you’re not beating yourself up about it. You’ll have the rest of your life to spend with him, but right now is about you and your friends.

As the last chords of the song ring through the hall, you gasp for air, waving your hands around wildly. “I need a drink!” you excuse yourself from your girlfriends.

“It better not be a water, Y/N!” Tina screams and you laugh, flipping her off while you leave to get something to drink. Your bare feet tap against the wooden floor and as you walk closer to the bar, you can see Tom nursing on what seems to be looking like scotch.

“Hey! What are you doing here, you should be dancing.” You wag an accusing finger at him.

He grins at you, shrugging with his shoulders. “Told you I’d need more drinks than that. What are you having?”

You tap with your fingers against the surface of the counter. “Hm... I think I’ll have a mojito,” you hum and Tom waves at the bartender to order you a drink.

Lugging a stool closer to him, you haul yourself on top of it, your elbow on the counter as you lean your chin in your hand.

“You should be dancing. Where’s Harrison and your brothers?” you ask and Tom points across the dancefloor, where you can see Harrison dance with one of your cousins, while Harry and Sam goof of around them.

You grin to yourself; Harrison has always been kind of a ladies’ man. When the bartender brings you your cocktail, you pipe up. “Hey, can I have four shots of tequila?” you order and waggle four fingers in the air. With a nod, the bartender lines up for shot glasses before filling them with tequila, adding slices of lemon on the rims.

“Are you trying to get sloshed?” Tom wants to know with a raised brow and you grin, sipping on your mojito. “No, we are getting sloshed. I am getting married tomorrow and you owe me a dance. So drink up, Holland,” you demand, setting your cocktail down and shoved two of the four shot glasses in his direction.

“Are you not laying down on the countertop and letting me drink out of your belly button, you know, for old time’s sake?” Tom asks and you flush, swatting his hand.

“Shut up Tom, that’s so inappropriate!” you hiss, reaching for the salt shaker.

Tom smirks at you and dips his finger in a glass of water, before dragging it across the back of his hand, before doing the same on your hand, making you shiver. You look up at him and shake salt on the wet skin.

“Okay, you ready?” you ask, before bumping your hand with Tom’s.

“Cheers!” you say and lick off the salt, bite into the lemon slice and drink the tequila shot, shuddering at the burn the alcohol leaves in your throat.

“Sheesh, Y/N,” Tom groans, the shot glass clinking as he put it back on the counter with more force than necessary. “Since when do you drink quicker than I do?”  

“It’s because I am not drinking to get sloshed. I am drinking for a purpose, which is getting you on the dance floor,” you tell him, already lifting the second shot.

Tom grimaces, picking up the second glass as well.

“If I puke, you’re gonna have to hold my hair,” he warns you and you roll your eyes, a grin on your lips.

“Yeah, whatever princess.”

Tom watches you with a funny look on his face as you lick the salt off your hand and bite into the lime, averting his gaze when his throat dries up a little. He quickly repeats the procedure and shudders, shaking his hands.

“Definitely feeling it,” he tells you and you grin widely at him, taking his hand to pull him on the dance floor.

You whirl around, giggling as you feel the effect of the alcohol.

“Come on, Tom, live a little,” you yell over the music and throw his hands up. Tom gives you an exasperated look and waves his arms in the air like an idiot.

“Oh my god, how are you such a bad dancer? Show me your Billy Elliot moves!” you demand with a laugh and he frowns at you. “You know that that was choreographed! This is different! And besides, you’re the one making me dance, love, so don’t complain about it.”

You chuckle and just enjoy being in the moment, when the music suddenly slows and the beginning of an all too familiar song slowly fills the hall.

Tensing, your eyes flit to Tom’s and he clears his throat, before looking away. So he does remember the song.

“You can go find Levi, I’ll be fine,” he says, his voice hoarse; but to his surprise, you shake your head.

“No. This is our song, I want to dance with you- if you want?” you ask, stumbling over your words.

“Of course I want to dance with you, Y/N,” Tom sighs and offers you his hand, which you take, stepping into his space.

He wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you flush against him while you place your hand on his shoulder, the two of you swaying to the music.

You've been on my mind I grow fonder every day Lose myself in time Just thinking of your face God only knows why it's taken me So long to let my doubts go You're the only one that I want

You glance up at him and seeing his soft smile, you are overcome with emotions, so you rest your head on his chest, closing your eyes.

“I had a really good time today, Tom,” you said softly, looking at him through your lashes. You and Tom just had your first date and you were sitting in his car in front of your apartment building, Adele quietly crooning in the background. “Yeah?” Tom asked, his voice full of hope. You nodded, your cheeks flushing. “Would you, uh- Would you like to go out with me again?” he asked tentatively, knowing what he was risking.

You two had started off as great friends when Harrison introduced you. You were best buddies, sharing the same interests and morals, it wasn’t long until Tom fell head over heels for you. He tried squashing his feelings in fear of losing you and your friendship, but every time he hung out with you, he fell even harder. So he got up the nerve, risked it all and asked you out. And to his surprise, you said yes.

“Yeah, I’d love that,” you answered with a big smile and Tom beamed at you, his heart almost leaping out of his chest. “That’s great! Really, really great,” he said, leaning in unconsciously.

Your eyes flickered to his lips and you waited, holding your breath, but neither of you moved.

“Oh for the love of god,” you groaned before closing the last few inches, pressing your lips against his. Tom’s eyes widened, caught by surprise, before he kissed you back, his hand coming up to cradle your face.

If I've been on your mind You hang on every word I say Lose yourself in time At the mention of my name Will I ever know how it feels to hold you close And have you tell me Whichever road I choose, you'll go?

“Wait, you’re staying five more weeks?” you asked, frowning at Tom through the screen of your laptop.  “Why the spontaneous change of plans?”

You and Tom had been dating for a year when he started auditioning for the role of Spider-Man. He’s been sending in countless of audition tapes and even got the chance to audition with Robert Downey Junior. So he flew to Los Angeles, while you were waiting back at home. Of course you were over the moon, Tom had been so excited and you were so proud of him. Him getting the role wasn’t a 100% safe yet, but you had your faith in him, he was insanely talented.

“Yeah, they told me that they’d get back to me after a week and it’s been a week. I still haven’t gotten a call yet, so I’ll just stay a little bit longer, just in case,” Tom told you, combing through his hair with his hand. “Huh, I guess that makes sense,” you said and he nodded, furrowing a brow. “What’s that in the background?” he asked and you blushed, hiding your face behind your hand.

I dare you to let me be your, your one and only I promise I'm worthy To hold in your arms So come on and give me the chance To prove I am the one who can walk that mile Until the end starts

“It’s our song. I’ve been listening to it… I just miss you,” you mumbled and he cooed. “Aw, love, I miss you too! You’re so cute!” Tom laughed and you pouted. “And you just extended your stay, not cool, Tommy.”

“It won’t be that long, I promise. You’re not even going to miss me,” he assured you and you rolled your eyes. You opened your mouth to retort, but a knock at your door interrupted you.

“Who’s at the door at this time?” you mumbled with a glance to the clock. Tom just grinned at you. “You should probably get that,” he ushered you and you got up with a groan.

“Ugh, fine! I’ll be right back, babe,” you told him and went to open the door, facing Harrison with a suitcase.

“Haz? What are you doing here? It’s past twelve!” you said and he barged in with his suitcase in tow.

“You’re still not done packing, are you, Y/N? We have to be at the airport in two hours!” Harrison scolded you and you looked at him confusedly, closing the door.

“What are you talking about? I am not going anywhere.”

Harrison looked at you coolly before he grinned, showing you two airplane tickets.

“Go pack, we’re flying to Los Angeles to see Tom.”

Your eyes widened and you squealed in delight. “WHAT!? Oh my god, Haz! You’re the best!” you rushed over to hug Harrison, who laughed, patting your back.

“Don’t thank me, thank Tom. He’s the one who arranged it,” he told you, before pushing you away, holding you at an arm’s length. “Now seriously, go pack. We can’t miss this flight.”

“Yeah, yeah already on it!” you called and raced to the bedroom, beaming at Tom through your laptop screen.

“Surprise!” he shouted and you shook your head, giggling. “You’re really something, Tommy. Thank you, thank you, thank you! I can’t wait to see you!”

Though the screen was pixelated, you could see Tom smile softly. “See you soon, Y/N.”

I don't know why I'm scared I've been here before Every feeling, every word I've imagined it all You'll never know if you never try To forget your past and simply be mine

As you sway to the music with Tom, your heart’s singing with happiness, you’re feeling the words of the song with every fiber in your body. With a shaky breath, you open your eyes, hoping the feeling would disappear, but when you look up at Tom, you can feel it intensifying. It feels wrong, to be wrapped up in Tom’s arms, but at the same time, nothing ever felt so right.

“Y/N, you okay?” Tom asks you worried and you give him a shaky smile. “Yeah, I am fine. I- uhm, need to use the restroom,” you say and rush off the dance floor, fleeing into the bathroom.

Heading into the stall in the far end, you crack open the window and then rummage in your purse for a small stress reliever. Even though you’ve promised Levi you’d stop smoking, you knew that this weekend was going to be stressful and hid a pack of cigarettes for emergencies. Getting lightheaded and pent up with emotions while dancing with your ex definitely classifies as an emergency, in your opinion. You hope that a smoke will help clear your head.

With a cigarette in your mouth, you lite the tip, sucking in a breath before blowing out the smoke of your mouth. You take another drag of the cigarette before you tap the ashes out the window, leaning your head against the wall. What the hell just happened in there?

You’re getting married tomorrow and dancing with your ex to your song gets you all hazy and choked up – you are pretty sure that you weren’t supposed to react like this.  

It’s probably just the alcohol and your excitement of having Tom back in your life, there’s no way you’re still in love with him, right?

Finishing up the cigarette, you stub it out and throw it in the trash can, leaving the stall. You wash your hands and lean against the sink, breathing in deeply.

“You’ll be just fine, Y/N. It’s just jitters. You are not still in love with Tom. You’re in love with Levi, who you’re going to marry tomorrow,” you mumble under your breath, before looking in the mirror, fixing your hair.

Squaring up your shoulders, you push open the bathroom door, ready to head back to the party.

“There you are! I was getting worried you’d fallen in the toilet! You okay? You looked really pale when you left.”

You startle when someone jumps at you the moment you step out of the bathroom. When you realize who it is, you smile nervously, wiping your sweaty hands on your dress.

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