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spideymarvelws · 4 years ago

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Playing truth or dare with college!Peter and MJ dares you to give him a (private) lap dance

This turned out to be much longer than expected

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Warnings : SMUT! (Lap dance?ish?kind of? i went a bit of script im sorry, thigh riding, grinding, dirty talk, dom!peter, innocence kink, corruption kink?, masterbation, oral[male rec], mild degrading), alcohol consumption, everyone is 18+, kinda fluffy in the beginning but we do be getting smutty real quick tho, MJ being your personal wing woman

Also please dont take drinks from strangers this is fiction and not real life, always drink responsibly :)))

Word Count : 4.8k

Behind Doors

Fratboy!Peter Parker x Fem!Reader

You tried to keep your staring to a minimum, you really did. But how could you when he stood in the middle of the crowd, glowing like an angel amongst everyone. He was laughing with his friends, his head tilted back with his eyes squeezed shut and a smile that could make anyone's day so much brighter. You wanted nothing more but to run your hands through his floppy brown hair bouncing on his head as he told his mates a story, his facial and hand movements lively when he moved them around, accentuating the words falling from his mouth.

His fit didn’t help either. A tight white t-shirt paired with blue jeans and a gold chain that hung from his neck, begging to be played with in any way. It was simplistic but made you swoon all the same. His muscles printed through the fabric didn’t help much either, his biceps almost tearing through the sleeves a mouth watering contrast to his cheerful face.

It was like staring at a greek god that radiated puppy dog energy.

“You’re not being subtle you know,” MJ whispered into you ear nudging your side with her elbow, “Just go talk to him,”

You shook your head, heat rising to your face as you averted your eyes from the brown eyed boy, turning to face your best friend, “You know i can’t do that,”

“Not with that you aren’t,” she pointed at the red solo cup you held in your hand filled halfway with orange juice. She quickly snatched the cup away from you, dumping the contents in the grass of the backyard.

“Hey!” You gasped, but made no effort to stop her.

“You need to loosen up,” she stabbed her finger into the middle of your chest, shoving her drink into your hands, “All of it, now,”

You took the cup hesitantly swirling the contents inside around for a bit, watching as the liquid moved smoothly around the sides of the plastic. You looked back up at MJ, feeling small when she stared you down with a stern look. You knew you weren’t finding a way out of this one.

“Fine,” you grumbled before tilting your head back, chugging the alcohol down. You let out a few coughs afterwards, giggling as MJ started to cheer.

“That’s my girl!” She wrapped her arm around your shoulder, pulling you into her side, “Now for about five more,”

Two hours and four drinks later, or maybe it was six you weren't keeping count, the party finally started to die down. The liquor running through your system did its job well in letting you loosen up so you could enjoy the party without being distracted by a certain brown haired boy.

You had lost MJ halfway through the night, your mind finally processing that she wasn’t by your side when you reached for her to dance with you. As you busied yourself by looking around the room, you felt someone place their hand on your lower back, sending shivers up your spine with the touch. You whipped your head around, expecting your equity intoxicated friend but only to be met with the same brown eyes you’ve been fawning over at the beginning of the night.

“Hey,” he said into your ear so that you heard it over all the noise. He moved his hand off your back after he got your attention. You tried your best to keep the tiny whine from escaping your throat at the loss of his touch. The free feeling you felt with the alcohol completely vanished with the sound of his voice turning you into that shy nerd all over again.

“Looking for someone?” He said, pushing the tips of his fingers into the front pockets of his pants.

You stood speechless, you mouth agape that Peter Parker, the Peter Parker was talking to you. MJ was wrong, no amount of alcohol could’ve prepared you for the moment. At least you didn't scurry away like a mouse like you would’ve if you were fully sober.

“I- uh,” you coughed, trying to get some words out but failing miserably.

“Sorry, It’s just I saw you looking around,” he scratched the back of his neck, chuckling at your flustered state. His cheeks starting to turn a light pink which made you swoon even harder, “I assume you’re looking for MJ, since you were with her for most of the night,”

“Oh, right,” you mumbled, laughing awkwardly, looking down to the ground, “How did you know I was with her?”

“You guys are always together!” He smiled showing off his pearly whites, “Around campus you know? I’ve seen you guys together in my classes as well,”

“You noticed me?” You whispered, mainly to yourself but he managed to pick up your words, making you even more embarrassed than before.

“Of course!” He passed his hand through his hair, looking straight into your eyes, “How could I not Y/n?”

You stood speechless, your mouth opening and closing as if you wanted to say something but changed your mind last minute. Millions of thoughts ran through your brain per second, the most frequent being your name rolling off his tongue.

“Anyways, uh, the main reason i came was to bring you to MJ,” he chuckled nervously, seeming just as flustered as you, “She’s in one of the spare bedrooms with some of the boys, we’re playing a good ole’ game of truth and dare,” he voice raised adorably, making you giggle lightly, “You don’t need to join or anything, but i don’t think you would want to be alone out here,”

“Yeah!” you replied a bit to quickly, shaking your head at your enthusiasm, “I mean, yeah, I would like to join you,”

“Sick!” He smiled brightly, grabbing your hand. Your eyes widened at the action as he pulled you through the crowd, you looked down at the ground, allowing him to maneuver you around the mass of bodies.

“Just so you don’t get lost,” he said, looking back at you, pointing out your intertwined hands.

“Of course!” You said back, holding back your squeals of excitement.

You were honestly surprised with how sweet he was acting towards you. Despite his status as part of the biggest frat on campus, his reputation upholded him as the good boy of the group, the one who helped old lady’s across the street or bought lunch for you when you didn't have the money. Sure, you saw this on multiple occasions but to experience it for yourself was a nice change, and just solidified your crush on him even more.

When he reached the stairway vacant of anybody, he still didn't let go of your hand, only tightening his fingers around yours. He walked down the dark hallway and approached a door ,giving you a reassuring smile before turning the knob and pushing it open, revealing around eight or nine people. Some laid on the bed, beers in hand as they laughed while others sat on the couch. You spotted MJ on the floor, laughing with Harry Osborn.

“Who’s the chick Parker?” One of the boys said, silencing the room and putting everyone's attention on you.

“This is Y/n,” he gestured towards you, “Y/n, everyone,” Peter finally let go of your hand, popped himself on the edge of the bed, picking up a beer from the side table and nodding his head at the empty space besides him.

You looked towards MJ panicked, but all she did was mouth ‘go’ with a shit eating grin. You sneered back at her, rolling your eyes as you walked up to the bed, bending your right leg back to sit on your calf while the other dangled over the edge.

“You’ll be fine, don’t worry,” Peter leaned into your ear, whispering gently, “Again, you don’t have to do anything you don’t have to,”

You pouted at his actions, melting at the fact that he was so observant with you. You looked down at his beer, before looking back up at him. If you were going to get through the rest of the night, you needed to be absolutely wasted.

“Do you have another beer?” You asked him, pointed to his bottle.

“You could just have mine,” he offered his drink, passing it off to you.

You bit your lip, taking a long swig of the liquid, “Thank you,”

Before the both of you could converse any longer, a girl with short blond hair you knew from English, called out from the corner, “Okay, okay, who wants to go next?”

“I think Y/n should go,” flash said, holding up his bottle towards you, “She’s the new one isn’t she?”

Peter looked at you, silently asking if you needed him to say anything. But you decided to take things into your own hands for the first time that night.

“Yeah, I’ll go,” you said, taking another swig of beer.

“Alright Y/n,” Harry said smugly, leaning back on his forearm, “Truth or dare?”

You thought about it for a bit, missing the smug look on MJ’s face as you muttered, “Dare”

“I dare you to give Peter a lap dance,” she said immediately, leaning back as she held in her laugh at your washed out face, “I mean we could send you to the other room if you want more privacy,”

You sat speechless and once again wanted to melt into the sheets beneath you. You felt Peter’s hand wrap around yours, giving him your attention.

“Only if you want to,” he muttered, giving you a soft smile.

“I-,” you took a deep breath, trying to gather the little confidence you had left, “Which room?”

Hollers and shouts bounced off the walls, as everyone hyped both of you up. Peter stood, pulling you up with him, leading you out the room.

“Take as much time as you need!” You heard MJ shout after you before the door closed, leaving you and Peter alone once again.

Your heart pounded inside your chest as Peter guided you once again to another room. You gulped, wondering if you had made the right decision so give a lap dance to your crush. He didn’t say anything as he knocked on a door, opening it when he didn't hear any noise come from the room.

“After you,” he said politely.

“Thank you,” you said shyly, walking to the middle of the room.

Peter closed the door behind him, leaning against the wood, “Sooooo,” he dragged looking you up and down, “I- uh, didn't expect you to say yes,”

“Me neither,” you chuckled, looking down to the floor.

“I mean if you don’t want to, it’s just a silly bet,” Peter said, fiddling with his fingers.

“Do-,” you coughed, “Do you want me too?”

“It’s up to you really,”

“But would you mind if i-“

“I mean I wouldn’t be against it-,”

You both laughed nervously falling into silence after that. You looked around the room, finding interest with everything besides him. You were fidgety, playing with your fingers while tapping your foot on the floor rapidly to calm your nerves. It was stupid, you’ve been dreaming about him for so long, and now that you were finally in a room together you clamed up, not knowing what to do in his presence.

Peter on the other hand kept his gaze on you, his eyes racking your body up and down. He wasn't going to lie to himself and say that he’d never thought of this moment, the moment where you and him were finally together, in a room, all alone.

You were different from the girls he was used to in the frat. You were untouched, well to his knowledge, you were a clean slate and from the small confrontations he’s had with you, he could tell you were obedient too.

He wanted so bad to just have his way with you, to absolutely ravish you like he did in his dreams. But he wanted to savour it. After so long of watching you pin over him, purely to feed his ego, he was ready to take things to the next level and what better way than with a good lap dance. Sure he was the good guy, both as himself and as his alternate persona as a hero, but when it comes to you, all his morals were thrown out the window.

Besides, you were both intoxicated and he didn't want your first time together to be at a stupid party in a room he was barely familiar with.

After a few more seconds of silence, Peter decided to take things into his own hands, to make his fantasy a reality, or to just get it started at least. He was the first to make a move, walking right up to you, taking your chin between his fingers, tilting your head up to look at him while his other hand made its way to the side of your waist, pulling you closer.

“Y/n?” He asked, swiping his thumb across your lips. He may have an unhealthy obsession with them but it didnt matter because in the next few moments he would make them his, “I’m not stupid you know,”

You blinked rapidly, tilting your head to the side at his statement, confused and slightly hurt.

Peter only chuckled, slipping his thumb between your lips for a split second before pulling it back out and resting it back on your plump lip, testing the waters, “I said i noticed you, and when I mean I noticed you,” he leaned forward, placing his lips near your ear, “I meant everything, down to the constant heart eyes,”

You held your breath, not knowing how to feel, what to think. Peter Parker, the Peter Parker, was standing in front of you, playing with your lips with such close proximity, telling you that he was aware of your existence. That there was a chance that he might feel the same way about you.

You had to remind yourself that this was just a bet, that he didn’t mean anything he was saying. He was only doing it because he had to. Even if he was a sweet boy by heart, he still had a reputation for sleeping around, that to him you were just another girl to add to his collection.

But when he pushed his thumb into your mouth, you knew you'd fall victim as well.

“Mhh,” he hummed, “such a good girl, just like i knew you’d be,” suddenly, he pulled his thumb out of your mouth and sat back down on the bed, pulling you to straddle his lap, “Now, i believe you have a dare to fulfill,”

“I- uh,” you stuttered, hesitantly placing your hands on his shoulder as you settled into his hold.

“You’ve never done this before, have you princess?” Peter mumbled, hovering his lips over yours.

“i-,” you shook your head, lost for words when he called you princess.

He hummed, one of his hands gripping your waist while the other laided on your cheek, rubbing the soft skin with his thumb, “Let’s start off slow then,” his thumb moved to your mouth once more, playing with the bottom lip. You sat frozen, letting him take control. You didn't trust your body to move, you could barely even talk.

“I’ve always wondered what it was like to kiss these perfect lips,” he whispered, moving to kiss your neck, trailing his way up to the corner of your mouth, “I’d imagine you’ve though the same,”

You nodded, tightening your hold on his shoulders. Peter laughed, his breath hot on your face.

“You’re going to need to say something if you want me to continue princess,”

“Yes,” you squeaked, clearing your throat, embarrassed by your quick response, “Yes, I-uh, I’ve thought about this, yeah,”

“Hmm, good,” he mumbled before finally latching his lips on yours, keeping your face close with his hand.

His lips were rougher that you imagined, probably from constantly licking them for most of the night. But the more you kissed, your mouths opening and closing with each other like its own dance, the more wet and lustful it became. You could feel your body begin to relax into his, melting into the warmth. His confidence only grew with the soft moans escaping your mouth, quickly slipping his tongue inside when your lips parted, exploring your mouth with vigour and purpose.

Your breath hitched in response, using your own tongue to match his movements and tangling it with his, fighting for dominance you were sure he was going to win. Your fingers ran through his hair, tugging at the short curls at the base of his neck, smiling when he groaned into your mouth. You beamed at him when you finally pulled away, a string of spit connected your lips.

“This seems more than just a lap dance,” you let out a shaky sigh, resting your forehead against his.

He chuckled, using his hands to bring your hips closer to his crotch, your dress rolling further up around your waist.

“Then what are you waiting for,” he said cockily, leaning back on his forearms, looking back at you expectantly.

You let out a breath, readjusting yourself on his lap before moving your hips slowly. Your pussy barely made contact with his now hard cock poking through his jeans, teasing it ever once in a while when your panties brushed the tent. You smirked, despite not knowing what the hell you were doing, it seemed like you were doing a decent job.

“Don’t get to cocky princess,” he groaned, squeezing your waist tightly, “You forget that I’m the one in charge here,”

You bit your lip, muttering a soft sorry.

He hummed, nudging his nose with yours, “Let me help you then,”

He grasped your hips, pulling your it closer to his crotch, grinding it against your core. You let him guide you with his hands, following his lead supporting yourself with your own hands clutching on to his shoulder.

He let out a long sigh, his head falling back. You took that as the queue to grind faster, enjoying the effect you had on him with such a simple movement. Your confidence grew with the noises escaping his throat along with the occasional praise only fueling your need.

In a rush of the moment, you moved your hands to the back of his neck, pulling him into a needy kiss. It was much more sloppier and messier than the previous one, your focus more on moving your hips than keeping your lips in sync with his.

But you wanted more. As much as you enjoyed Peter’s eyes trailing your body, his hands exploring your waist and the angelic look on his face, you couldn't help but wonder if it stopped there. If you could make his moans louder, his hips jut against your with need, just as much as you needed him.

After a few more moments, an idea popped into your head with the faint sound of music coming from downstairs.

“Peter,” you decided to purr in your ear, biting your lip when his eyes fluttered open, dark and filled with lust.

“Yes princess,” He cooed, moving his hands back to your waist while keeping eye contact, brushing his lips over yours. But before he could fully kiss you, you pulled away, giggling at the little whine he let out.

“What is it?” he pouted, rolling his eyes when you didn’t respond, only biting your lip in thought. He grabbed your jaw, focussing your gaze back on him, “You were being such a good girl, what happened hmm?”

“I- I have an idea,” you gulped, the confidence you felt seconds ago melting away under his stare, “Do you have a speaker?”

He nodded his head, pointed to a desk in the corner with a small black speaker sitting on top. You smirked, hopping off his lap and running to the box. Peter leaned back on hands, watching with curious eyes as you pulled out your phone from your jacket pocket, tapping it open and typing in your password.

“What’s going through that head of your princess,” he mumbled, but loud enough for you to hear.

You only giggled in response, playing around with the speaker to turn in on. After a few more seconds of fiddling, you spun around with your phone in hand and a teasing smile on your face. Your finger pressed down on the screen, the room filling with the song Love Is A Bitch by Two Feet.

He scoffed, “And here I am thinking you were just an innocent little thing,”

You bit your lip, looking down shyly and placing your phone on the table, your back facing him, “I just wanted to set the mood,”

“Was grinding down on me not enough?” he teased, “Are you always this greedy?”

You let out a breath before turning around, your heart practically beating out of your chest, “Only with you,”

You glanced up at the brunette face, nervous that maybe you took it too far. It was just a simple lap dance, nothing more and nothing less and you should've kept it that way. But the kiss was addicting, keeping you in a daze where all you wanted was more. More of his touch, his mouth, his taste.

You’ve wanted him for so long and now that you dipped your toes in the waters, you wanted to dive in and never come out. What really kept you going was his reactions to your touch, the small grunts and moans escaping his mouth because of you. He wanted this as much as you did or else he would’ve shut you down by now, right?

You were just getting ahead of yourself.

“Come here Y/n,” he almost growled, his eyes never leaving you while you shuffled your way between his legs, yelping when he gripped your waist and pulled you back down. Instead of straddling his waist, he moved you so your legs were on either side of his left thigh.

You went to speak but the gripped your jaw with his forefinger and thumb, forcing your eyes on him.

“You never fail to surprise me princess,” he whispered, his free hand trailing up your waist, brushing past your breasts, “I thought I had to treat you like a good girl, take my time with you” he chuckled darkly, “Turns out you need this just as much as I do, my greedy, desperate little thing,”

You bit your lip, tucking your head in the crook of his neck to avoid his stare. The pet names he gave you was already enough to leave you a mess but adding ‘my’ in front of it made you melt. You wanted to be his, you wanted him to take control of your body and use you as he pleased. He adjusted his thigh, having it bump against your clothed pussy. Heat rose to your face when you let out a small whimper, settling back on his leg, craving the friction but you didn’t move, waiting for specific instructions.

“You weren’t so shy before, what happened?” he kissed the shell of your ear, “Go on princess, ride my thigh like the desperate whore I know you are,”

Without thinking you began to grind your pussy along his thigh, your face growing hotter when you felt the wetness seep on to his jeans. Peter kept his hands on your waist, keeping your movements at his own past, occasionally bouncing his leg, enjoying the little whines you let out. When you started moving faster, he knew you were nearing your high.

“Princess, look at me,” he grunted,“I want to see that pretty face when you cum,”

You let out a shaky sigh, pulling your head up to face him but you could barely keep your head up, too concentrated on moving your hips against the rough fabric of his jeans. He quickly recognised this and wrapped his hand around your throat, squeezing lightly to get some of your attention.

“Peter,” you whimpered, near to tears with how close you were to climaxing, “Peter please,”

“What is it princess? You want to cum? Is that it?”

You nodded quickly, “Please,”

“Go ahead princess,” he grinned, smashing his lips against your to swallow your moans as you came on his thigh, your hips moving in slow strokes to prolong the feeling. You pulled away after a few moments of feverish kissing, your arms falling limp around his shoulders.

“Fuck,” you sighed, your forehead falling against his with the breathless laugh, “That was-”

“Great? Amazing? The best experience of your life?” he laughed, falling back against the mattress, pulling you down with him. You giggled, shoving your face in his neck and inhaling his comforting scent.

“Yeah,” you turned your head to face him, pouting when a piece of his hair fell in front of his stunning eyes. You moved it out of his face, kissing his nose in the process, “I liked it a lot,”

“That’s good, that’s good,” he whispered, tightening his arms around you.

All of a sudden you felt something poke at the inside of your thigh. It took you a few moments to realise that he was hard and was probably aching to get off at this point in the night.

“Do- do you want me to help?” you said shyly, sitting up on your hands to fully face him.

“You don't have to princess,” his hands passed up and down your waist, “Seeing you fall apart from my thigh is all I needed tonight,”

The twitch of his eye and dryness of his lips told you otherwise.

“Are you sure?” you bit your lip, moving your hand slowly down to his hard on, “because I don’t mind helping Petey,”

You didn’t know where the nickname came from but it was too late to take it back. Judging by the dark look in his eyes and the almost cynical look on his face he didn’t mind.

“You want to help me princess? Are you sure you know what you’re in for?”

You shook your head eagerly, “Just tell me what you want,”

“And what if i want you to suck my cock?”

“I would do it,”

“Do what?”

“Su- suck your cock,” you replied bashfully looking down at your hands now intertwined on his stomach.

“Aww, is my princess getting shy?” he fake pouted, “After getting off on my thigh like a slut, you’re getting shy about taking me in your mouth?”

“I-”

“It’s alright princess i’ll guide you through it,” he reached down to unzip his jeans, shuffling awkwardly to push them down so he could get his member out. You watched as his hard dick slapped against his chest, big and throbbing.

He moved your hips back so that you straddled his legs this time, taking your hand and raising it to your mouth.

“Spit,” he instructed, looking up at you with hunger, “Now,”

You hesitantly spit into your hand, watching in awe as the wad fell into your hand.

“Good girl,” he sighed, moving your hand to wrap your small finger around the base of his cock, “Have you ever jerked someone off princess?”

“Just two,” you respond hesitantly.

Peter gritted his teeth, trying to get the idea of you touching anyone else out of his mind, “Well let's make this your third and final guy hmm?” his breath hitched when you started to move your hand up and down his cock, “You’re mine now princess,”

In the spur of the moment you leaned down, licking the red tip of his member, “Only yours,” you whispered before taking him halfway in your mouth, gagging and pulling yourself back up.

“Take your time princess,” he gulped, “fuck but you could do that again if you’d like though,”

You giggled, licking and kissing the sides of his cock and taking it once more, reaching further than this time than you did the last. You bobbed your head continuously only raising your head to take a breath and going in again.

“Fuck princess, I knew your mouth would be good,” he groaned, “You’re doing so well, taking my cock so good down your throat, fuck!”

You smiled around his length, the back of your throat contracting around the tip making him moan your name. Before he could praise you even more, someone's voice cut his words off.

“Everything alright in there?” MJ said through the door but you were too lost in your daze to answer or recognise her voice.

“Yeah, we’re good,” Peter smirked, pushing you to take the rest of his cock, “We’re just going to take longer than expected,”

...

Part two maybe??

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slvtbible · 4 years ago

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girls need love

pairing: frat!harry x cheerleader!y/n

word count: 2500

summary: just a hot cocky frat boy harry who determines to show you a good time rather than your boyfriend

warning: alcohol and drug use, hints of smut, vulgar language

a/n: i've always been tempted to write frat!Harry for a while now but I don't want it to be a typical high school cliche kind of piece. I’m adding a few different spices to it. Enjoy!

y/n carefully zips up the short pink skirt she’s wearing for tonight. Straightening the skirt with her hands as she admires through the mirror how good the material looks on her figure. Topping it off with a white fitted crop top and crystal heels. She doubts herself for putting on too much effort for the party but her friends convinced her otherwise.

“You look fucking hot, not gonna lie” her best friend, Luna chimes while applying a lip gloss on her lips. Scanning y/n’s body. “Boys are gonna be all over you tonight!” she squeals excitedly, squeezing the tube back in her make up bag.

That causes y/n to roll her eyes. Boys this and boys that. As if she’s not dressing up tonight for herself. “I know what’s on your mind Luna but that isn’t going to happen. I’m just gonna there, drinking a few glass of Grey Goose or Jagermeister, smoke a few cigs and cuddle up with Brandon… hopefully”

Luna raises her eyebrow and exchanges looks with her other friend, Maria. Who has a ‘there she goes again’ look while brushing her jet black hair to remove unwanted knots.

“He’s a piece of shit. Why are you sticking around with him anyway?” Luna points bluntly, crossing her arms as she stares y/n from behind, who’s busy searching through her favorite pair of earrings.

“Exactly. He gives me bad vibes, y/n. He has a shitty reputation plus that boy only wants you for sex. I’m sorry to say that but we’re your friends and we’re only looking out for you.” Maria adds, putting her brush down before standing up from her dresser. “Jordan told me he’s bad news too.”

y/n sighs, attaching the golden hoop earrings as she hears her friends giving a lecture. “Appreciate it guys. But I can handle myself. If anything goes down south, you guys will be the first ones to know.” she smiles at both of them, messing with her thick long hair that falls above her hips.

The two seem quite unsure about it but let it slide anyway. Luna throws thumbs up to her way while Maria nods with a smile.

“Okay then” Luna says, slipping on her heels and grabbing her bag and car keys. “Come on ladies. I’m looking forward to getting hammered tonight. So y/n is driving” she gives a playful smile before tossing the keys towards her direction,

y/n laughs and shakes her head, easily grasping the keys as the three girls walk out.

As y/n arrives, there are already a few people on the outside. Drinking and making out shameless without any care in the world. The music is pumping loud even before she enters, which y/n can guess the fraternity is putting on Big Sean’s ‘Bounce Back’.

“Another typical frat party to attend. Quite getting tired of this shit.” y/n mumbles as she steps in, the two girls paying no attention to her while scanning over the crowded room.

It’s way too packed. She’s squeezing her way through a sea of sweaty bodies alone while Maria and Luna are looking for their boyfriends. y/n releases a breath of relief when she manages to get out of that. Finding herself standing in the middle of the kitchen.

“Baby! You made it!” She hears a deep voice from behind, spinning on her heels and finds her boyfriend, Brandon. A blue snapback place on top of his blonde hair. Hand gripping a red solo cup and eyes are slightly jaded. She assumes he has been smoking a lot of pot before she came here. “I’ve missed you so much” he mumbles, stepping closer towards her figure and pushes her towards his chest.

She gives a small laugh and hugs him back before pulling away slightly from his grip. Examining his red eyes and large pupils. “How much did you smoke tonight?” she asks straight away,

His hand gripping onto her waist, staring back at her as he shrugs. “Three or five? I don’t know. Why does it matter?” he sips on his alcohol,

“Just want you to be safe. Everytime you get high as a kite, you do something stupid.” she points out the obvious, her hands moving towards his shoulders quickly as he is about to fall. “And i bet this is not the second or the third glass you’re having” she firmly states,

“You’re right. It ain't. But I'm doing perfectly fine. Stop worrying” he says, hand moving down her ass and giving it a squeeze. “How about you and I go upstairs right now? Hm? Wanna fuck you so bad.” he utters against her neck

y/n resists the urge to roll her eyes at him, knowing it’s gonna make it worse. As a response, she shakes her head, moving his hand back to her hip. “Not while you’re like this. Take a breather, seriously. Drink some water” she suggests softly.

Brandon scoffs, lifting his head up and pushes her hands off his shoulders harshly causing her to widen her eyes. Mouth slightly agape at his harsh attitude.

“I didn’t make this party with my boys only for you to always bitch me around about how much I smoked or drank. It’s fucking annoying. Every time you walk in here, you’re always up to ruin my night.” he finishes the drink with a big gulp before chucking the empty cup down the floor. “Here’s a tip for you sweetheart, try to have some fun alright? Don’t come back until you’re ready for me to blow your back out” he snaps, glaring at his girlfriend before turning away to blend with the crowd again.

As she watches him leave, she sighs tiredly. Honestly, that wasn’t the first time she had ever seen him like this. She puts up with his nasty attitude and defends him in front of her own friends countless times because she believes deep down, he genuinely cares about her. When he’s sober, of course.

Because despite everything, he’s 100% different when he’s sober,

Well… okay, not really. She doesn’t know which one is true anymore.

y/n brushes of his attitude quickly and heads towards the fridge. Grabbing herself a can of beer before getting herself completely drunk tonight.

“Perhaps i should listen to Luna more” she mumbles, tasting the cold liquid as she sips it. Leaning her front against the counter, her elbows resting on top of the tiles. Observing the party while bobbing her head slowly to the music.

“That was extremely painful to watch”

She turns her head to where the voice comes from. Seeing Harry Styles, another member of the fraternity leaning against the doorway. His arms crossed causing his muscles to bulge out a little, he’s dressed in his usual attire. A white v neck and blue flannel with the sleeves roll up to his elbows. Chocolate curls tucked into a green snapback that he props on backwards along with dark skinny jeans he put on.

He shoots her a flirty smirk, causing his dimples to pop out. Pushing himself off the wall before walking towards her figure.

“Harry.” she speaks out his name, faking a smile when she watches him getting closer. “Surprised not to see you exchanging saliva with a girl in the corner of the room… like usual” she says sarcastically, moving her gaze back forward and taking a couple sip of the beer.

Harry winces playfully, pressing his hand to his heart pretending to get hurt by it. “Ouch princess” he leans sideways against the counter, propping his elbow on top as he laces his fingers, staring down at her who’s too busy looking away. “Always come up with horrible assumptions every time you see me. Never did once hear you say something nice”

She rolls her eyes, now glancing up to him who’s smirk never leaves his face. His lower lip taking in between his teeth. “Everybody knows you’re a player, Harry. What’s the nicest shit you could possibly gain from that?” she questions, eyebrows furrowing as she tilts her head back.

“At least I never humiliate you in front of people. You know i’m right” he shrugs, referring to what Brandon did earlier as he clicks his tongue against his teeth.

“What do you want, Harry?” she sighs, clearly showing she’s not in the mood to play tonight. “Can’t you see i’m busy?”

He chuckles, scratching his nose with his thumb. “Busy as in, isolating yourself from the party with a beer on your hand?” his finger points at the can, making her drop the can quickly. “Thought so. I'm here to keep you company.”

She can’t help but exhale a laugh, shaking her head. “Don’t act like I'm a damsel in distress. I don’t need a company. I’m pretty much capable on my own.”

“Again, you’re breaking my heart. By rejecting me.” he jokes, eyebrows raising as she watches him in amusement. “A guy wanting to have a chat with a pretty girl at the party isn’t allowed? Are there any policies about that?”

Her heart flutters a bit when he calls her pretty. Yeah, okay she does think Harry is hot. Like, really really hot. Who doesn’t think so? With that charming smile and seemingly soft curls that makes her go crazy a little bit. The vice captain of the football team that has every girl on campus swooning over, making it easy for him to flirt with a girl way into her panties.

“I’m flattered, truly I am. But flirting won’t get you anywhere Mister.” she tsks, wiggling her finger at him. “Especially flirting with a girl who already has a boyfriend. Another bad image for you, Styles.” she mutters, watching him chuckle with his green eyes staring back at hers.

“I am very much aware that you’re taken. But come on, harmless flirting? You’re gonna snitch on me? To him?” he asks, moving closer to leave a small space between them,

y/n takes a sharp breath as she feels how close they are right now. Clearing her throat and regaining her posture. “I might” she plays along, biting down onto her lip,

She sees how his eyes flicker down to her mouth, puffing out a deep breath from. Finding it hard to remove his gaze from her soft plump lips.

“You’re making it harder for me now” he mumbles, grabbing a cup filled vodka before chugging it down his throat. “I’m blaming it on you.”

“Harder to what, exactly?” she curiously asks,

“To not want you.” He replies bluntly, his flirty tone changes into a deeper one. Eyes lusting over her face and down to her body.

She feels herself swallow a lump on her throat, crossing her arms as his back leans against the table now. Eyes never leaving hers.

“That’s not the right thing to say to your best friend’s girlfriend.” she slowly stands in front of him now, hands on her back. “What happens if he heard you? You don’t want that.”

“I’ll take my chances” He smirks, putting the empty cup down. Standing up straight as his palms firmly plants on the table. “Besides, Brandon is way too drunk to care right now, princess. He’s fucking shitfaced.”

She giggles, nodding to herself. “Don’t need to see it for myself, I know you’re telling the truth.”

“He treats you like shit. Do you know that? Or are you on that ‘blinded by love’ stage at the moment” he queries in a serious tone. Searching for an answer on her face.

With a sigh, she nods. “I’m aware. I just. . . don’t like being alone. Seems like every cheerleader must have a frat boyfriend, kind of like a thing somehow. I don’t wanna miss out” Honestly, she sounds quite stupid with the reason she’s giving him but it’s actually the half truth.

He looks at her quizzically, finding it hard to believe every word she said. “You’re making no sense. Brandon maybe my best mate but he’s still a fucking asshole” he responds, standing up straight, looking down at her. “I fucked girls, yeah. But not as many as you thought and certainly not as heartless as you thought, y/n. Believe me.”

She feels her knees weaken when his lips are inches away from hers. Pressing down her lips as her eyes look over his shoulder.

“I can treat you better.” her eyes bug out at his confession. “Been watching you over the past couple years and goddamn it y/n, you’re the most beautiful thing i’ve ever seen. Not to mention, sweet and smartt.” his fingers softly tucking a hair behind her ear. Grazing his knuckles gently against her bare arm,

“I can fuck you better too” his voice fills with lust, hand moving down to grab her hip gently. Thumbing the material of her skirt. “I know you’ve been thinking about me. Your sneaky glances aren’t exactly sneaky at all, baby” he whispers.

y/n already knows how wrong it is to be in this position. With his hand gripping her hip and her not halting his actions. Brandon might be the biggest ass she has ever encountered, but that doesn’t mean she’ll cheat on him. Despite how bad she wants it from Harry, she needs to stop. Yet she doesn’t. Why?

Because she actually wants this as bad.

“Is that a promise?” she flirts, flickering her stare back at him. Brown eyes glinting with desire and lust. Feeling his hand moves towards her cheek, cupping it gently as his thumb brushes against her light glossed lip. “Would be a shame if you’re nothing but an all talk, Harry”

The way she rolls his name off his tongue is causing his cock to twitch in excitement. Especially with that sexy stare she’s giving him, eyes wide and a naughty smile on her beautiful face saying how she’s ready to give it all to him.

‘Fuck you Brandon, your girl mine now.’ he thinks to himself cockily,

“Oh I promise you, darling.” he speaks slowly, pulling her close against his chest. “By the end of the night. The only name you’re going to remember is mine.”

He speaks so confidently and that causes her thighs to squeeze together as she feels her panties to slightly dampen. The sexual desire in her begins to grow even more, and she knows he feels the same way.

“I like the way you talk” she tells him, soft fingers running up and down his heavily tattooed arm.

He gives her a large wicked grin, leaning down a bit to brush his lips against her ear and whispers, “I want you to go upstairs and stay inside my room. You know which one. I expect your clothes are already on the floor once I get there. I’ll be up in fifteen.” he pecks her soft cheek, hearing her let out a soft whimper.

“I’m gonna wreck you tonight, darling.”

this is short i apologize but tell me if you want part 2 to this! hope you all liked it!

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papergirllife · 5 years ago

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The Boy Down The Hall

gif credits to owner.

RoommateAU (roommate to lovers)

warnings: explicit sex, unprotected sex, cream pie.

requested.

When you first moved out of home to college, you had no idea where you were going to live as most students either lived in the dorms or had already rented a place nearby.

As you walked around the housing area with your two large luggage bags, someone shouted at you at their porch.

“You look lost! Need a room?!”

That was a year ago, Mark Lee and his friend Jeno were the best roommates you could ask for. Although Jeno did bring back girls from the frat parties he goes to, there will always be Mark who would huddle up in the living room, binge watching netflix at full volume to drown out the noises from Jeno’s room.

The boys held a special place in your heart, you’ve watched Mark go through a break up with his highschool girlfriend, Jeno when he injured his foot when he accidentally dropped one of his dumbbells on it when he was drunk.

You had always regarded them as friends, you never dared to stray across that line, even when your thoughts had wandered to unspoken places in your heart. Jeno was always a flirt, throwing pick up lines here and there, but you knew he meant nothing of it. Yet he wasn’t the one that was occupying your thoughts at 3am.

It was always Mark. All the times when the both of you cuddled on the couch watching TV had an effect on you, was it even considered cuddling? Just like this moment right now, the both of you are having another Harry Potter rerun.

Mark always found the movies interesting even after watching it for so many times, you would’ve too, if your heart didn’t find Mark’s face to be mesmerizing. Although he’s not what girls typically find attractive in campus, you found his quirky and wholesome reactions to everything he sees to be beautiful.

The way he buries his head down onto his hands whenever you drag him to a rollercoaster ride, the way he looks so serious when he’s strumming on his guitar after a shower. These little things he does, was strumming your heartstrings just like his fingers on the guitar.

Leaning onto his shoulder, you snuggled closer into him, trying to focus on the movie after failing more times than you could count. You could feel his muscles underneath his thin shirt, and the way his aftershave smelled, making your head dizzy, and your cheeks heating up.

“Why are you squirming around?”

“What?”

When you looked up from his shoulder, his face was only inches away from yours.

“Why is your face so red? Are you having a fever?”

Bless Mark and his clueless heart for giving you an excuse to escape.

“Yeah, I don’t think I’m feeling too well. I’ll head to bed first. Night.”

“Wait, Y/N! “

You left his warm embrace, to the disliking of your body, and ran to your room, slamming the door shut. Your chest heaved up and down, breathing in gulps of air to try to slow your heartbeat down.

That night, you went to bed with your thoughts swimming in your head as you toss and turn in bed, trying to get some sleep that you know would never come.

That incident that happened in the living room has passed a week now, you still have a crush on him, but your emotions were no longer out of control, as long as you distanced yourself from him.

Mark could sense your distancing towards him, but he didn’t know what he did wrong to make you this way. Instead of watching movies with him whenever Jeno had his flings around, you opted to head down to the cafe nearby, even by the means of walking in the cold.

On this particular Friday night, as you were going to huddle up in your room, reading the new book you’ve gotten, Jeno pops his head in.

“We’re going to a party.”

You looked at him quizzically, as if he was speaking a foreign language.

“No we’re not.”

“Yes, you are. Stop being a hermit in your room and meet new people.”

“I have nothing to wear, Jeno. I’ll be a laughing stock at your frat parties.”

Jeno dumped a bag on your bed.

“That’s yours. Get changed.”

You looked into the bag and found a semi low v cut navy blue dress with small little stars all over it.

“You’re crazy.”

“Y/N, you act like a hermit, but you don’t look like one, don’t act like you don’t go to the gym everyday after school. “

“ That’s from my friend’s sugar daddy, of course I’ll utilise it to the fullest.”

“I can’t believe the people working there don’t notice scammers on their threadmills.”

“Shut up, Lee Jeno. Not everyone’s loaded like you.”

“At least I’m nice? Just go, okay? as a favour to all the food I bought you?”

“Fine. Get out, I’ll get changed.”

“I knew you wouldn’t say no to a hottie like me.”

You pushed him out of the room and shut the door on him.

When you finished changing and applying the bare minimum make up, you were out of the door.

You stopped in your tracks when you see someone waiting for you outside your room, it was Mark, but not the Mark you’ve known. Standing in front of you was a brand new Mark. His hair was styled to show his forehead, he was wearing a black silk button up and dark washed jeans with his usual sneakers.

“Mark?”

He looked up, and you swear your heart did a little skip. You stepped a little closer to him, his eyes trained on you. You could smell the scent of his cologne, making you addicted to the musky scent.

“You look great, Y/N. Really great.”

“You look good too.”

“For real?”

“Yeah. I’ve never seen you all dressed up before.”

“Jeno, made me. I see he managed to persuade you too.”

“Yeah, he bribed me with food.”

He let out a small chuckle, a hand behind your back, guiding you out to the living area. His sweet gestures making you crave for more.

“Finally. Took you two forever.”

When you arrived at the party, the scene was wild. Or to you it was.

Jeno guided the both of you to get drinks. Just as you were sipping on your first drink, Jeno pulled Mark away to meet some girl.

You stood there on your own, a bitter taste in your mouth, and it definitely wasn’t from the alcohol in your cup. You never had the guts to express your feelings to Mark, even though your eyes always had a sense of longing in them whenever you were with him, he was just too oblivious.

You chugged your cup, refilling it once more, hoping that it will wash away your bitter longing towards your roommate.

As you were on your tenth? Or eight? You don’t remember. Someone walked up to you.

“What’s a pretty girl like you being here all alone?”

It was Sehun, the famous playboy in his senior year that made a reputation of himself by sleeping with girls and leaving them heartbroken in the morning.

You looked at him, he was handsome, but you have enough problems in a lifetime.

“My boyfriend’s in the toilet.”

“I’ve observed you for a while now, doll. I don’t see anyone coming back for you. Let me show you how much appreciation I could show you.”

Sehun was tugging at your arm, dragging you towards somewhere you didn’t know.

“Stop. Sehun, stop!”

The alcohol in your system was stopping you from fighting back his advances, your mind foggy.

Just as he was about to lead you into a room, someone stopped him.

“Get away from her!”

Someone pushed Sehun away from you, but that person didn’t notice Sehun holding onto you, making you fall to the ground, your intoxicated state a blame for your lack of balance.

“Shit! Y/N!”

“Mark?”

Mark picked you up from the ground as Sehun scowled at the both of you.

“Pathetic.”

He said as he walked away.

“Y/N, are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m okay.”

But as you tried to take a step forward, your left foot had a mild ache.

“I’ll carry you.”

“No, Mark. It’s fine.”

Ignoring your protests, Mark carried you, bridal style.

Mark was going to carry you down the stairs, but he bumped into Donghyuck, a gaming friend of his.

“Hyuck, can I borrow your room for a while? My friend injured her leg.”

“Injured her leg? Sure,sure.”

Donghyuck was quirking his eyebrows, suggesting some other activity. You could feel your face heating up from the suggestions Donghyuck was making. You were thankful for the dim lighting in this area.

“I’m serious, Hyuck.”

“Okay, whatever you say, first aid kit’s in the bathroom behind the mirror. And if you ever change your mind, please do it in the bathtub and wash it off after. Not my bed.”

Donghyuck said as he walked away.

“Sometimes I question the friends I make.”

Mark mumbled as he walked towards the direction of Donghyuck’s room.

Mark pushed open the door with his back and placed you onto the bed gently. He closed the door and went into the bathroom, coming back with the first aid kit in his hand.

Mark knelt down and took off your left shoe to sprayed something on your leg, he wrapped some bandages for safe measure.

After he finished, Mark took your hands into his, his big starry eyes looking into yours. You were always a sucker for his big doe eyes, one of your favourite features of his.

“I’m so sorry for hurting you, Y/N.”

“It’s not your fault Mark. You didn’t know. I should be the one who’s sorry. I made you miss your chance with that girl Jeno introduced you to.

Mark shook his head and let out a chuckle.

“Trust me, Y/N. I have zero interests in her. She’s even a slytherin.”

Mark has a grudge against slytherins after his ex, citing that they’re too complicated.

“I rather hang out with you, my felllow gryffindor. I’ll call Jeno and see when we can leave.”

He stood up and dialed Jeno’s number. You didn’t bother listening to what they were saying as you zoned out of reality, trying to calm your beating heart for the sweetheart in front of you.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck. I called him while he was fucking. But he said he’ll be done in an hour or so.”

Mark said as he sat down on the bed next to you.

“Go get us a bottle of something Mark. I’m in the mood for a drink. Drink with me?”

You didn’t mean to sound breathless, but you just wanted a drink really badly, and the existing alcohol in your system was playing games to your head.

Mark gulped down his nervousness and agreed to find something for the both of you downstairs.

You kicked off your other shoe, grateful for the lack of heels, and laid down the bed.

As you were getting lost in your thoughts, Mark came back with a small bottle of what you assumed to be henessy.

“That’s some strong stuff you got there.”

“This is why we’re sharing.”

Mark took a sip from the bottle and handed it to you. He took off his own shoes and climbed into bed next to you, the alcohol in your system giving you the courage to snuggle close to his side as the both of you took turns drinking from the bottle.

It must’ve been forever when Jeno came looking for the both of you, the bottle long empty, with a drunk emotional Mark by your side. As Mark had drank more from the bottle than you, citing that you were barely sober before, he’s the one who’s completely hammered now, while you were just tipsy, an improvement from all the other times you had drank.

Mark was mumbling incoherently as Jeno held onto his arm over his shoulder, while Jeno’s other hand was held onto yours, insisting that you still had too much alcohol in your system to fend for yourself, to the disliking of Jeno’s fans.

“Mark, shut up!”

“Jeno, what’s wrong?”

“He keeps asking why I’m holding your hand, and when I say why, he keeps saying don’t. Something’s seriously wrong with drunk Mark.”

“Let’s just quickly get him into the car. You didn’t drink tonight, right?”

“No.”

After Jeno successfully sat him in the backseat, Mark reached for your hand and told you to sit next to him instead of the front. So you obliged to his request, sitting next to him, his head instantly falls onto your shoulder.

As all of you were halfway to home, Mark suddenly sat up and looked you in the eyes, trying to stable himself as much as possible in his intoxicated state.

“Y/N, I like you.”

No, he couldn’t. He’s probably not in his right mind and is just saying that as friends. But you couldn’t deny the way your heart sped up at his words. Why does he have to mess with your heart this way?

“Mark, don’t say things that you don’t mean and will forget in the morning.Whatever you want to tell me, say it to me in the morning when you’re sober, not now.”

“But I do mean it! I’ve liked you since the second month you moved in with us! I mean it, Y/N, every word. I’m not going to forget this in the morning. I’ll say it a million times.”

Mark then started to repeat that he likes you, each time getting louder. You could see Jeno’s shoulders tensing up at the noise, but the car had already reached the driveway.

You and Jeno carried Mark to his room with no big difficulties.

“Can you get him in the bed properly on your own? I’m really tired.”

“Yeah, sure. Goodnight, Jeno.”

“Night, Y/N.”

Once Jeno left, Mark started acting up again, whining your name.

“Okay, okay. I’m here now. Remind me not to let you get drunk next time. Who knew you could be such a whiny baby when you’re not sober.”

You said as you took off his shoes and placed his legs in his bed,covering him in his fluffy blanket.

You prepared to stand up when Mark held onto your hand.

“Cuddles?”

“I need to get myself cleaned up, Mark. You can have cuddles tomorrow, that is if you still want them.”

You shushed Mark who was acting up again by warning him of a grumpy Jeno next door.

So you left Mark and went back to your own room and washed up for the night. You slipped under your blanket, the warmth welcoming you. Just as you were about to fall asleep, someone slipped into your bed.

One whiff from your nose tells you it’s Mark. When you were about to tell him to go back to his won room, he speaks up.

“I love you,Y/N.”

You chose to not open your eyes as you didn’t know how to answer to his drunken love confession, instead you let him cuddle you to slumber, knowing that you were going to regret this in the morning.

When Mark woke up, he was surprised to see himself not being in his own room, then realising it was Y/N’s room, letting out a breath of air he didn’t realise he was holding.

Y/N was sound asleep beside him, her pretty face illuminated by the rays sunlight of sunlight peeking in through the curtains that weren’t drawn completely.

She’s beautiful, Mark thought to himself.

He observed further, the way your nose perfectly arches, the way your pretty lips are opened slightly, he couldn’t get enough of you. His thoughts took him back to the way you looked in that stunning dress last night, all dolled up, but looking at the person beside him right now, he prefers your face without a drop of make up more, the way he sees you on a daily basis, the Y/N that effortlessly made him fall for.

Mark climbed out your bed carefully, hoping his actions wouldn’t wake you up. When he got out to the kitchen to get some cereal for breakfast, there were already nutella sandwiches awaiting him, Jeno sitting at the other side of the island.

”Is there something wrong? You only make me breakfast when we have serious talks, did you break something?”

“No. But we do need to talk. I’ll let you listen to something I recorded last night in the car while you were drunk off your ass.”

Jeno placed his phone on the island and opened the recording app, tapped on last night’s recording.

Instantly, Mark whining about him liking Y/N from last night was all over the house.

Mark quickly shut off the recording and looked Jeno in the eye.

“What the fuck, bro? What if she woke up?”

“Then you’ll have the guts to confess. Look, I respect you as an older brother, but this has been going on for too long, it’s high time you should tell her your feelings. Y/N’s a nice and pretty girl, if you won’t confess by today, I’m calling Jaemin.”

Jaemin is the kid in Jeno’s department, that has had a crush on Y/N for months now.

“I’ll do it. Okay? Happy?”

“Eat up, then you’re going to make pancakes for Y/N.”

When Mark went back into Y/N’s room with the warm fluffy pancakes, she was still fast asleep,the only difference was that Y/N’s oversized shirt was ridden up to her upper thigh, exposing her beautiful legs.

Mark swallowed down the lump in his throat and pulled the blanket up to your waist. He placed the plate of pancakes on your nightstand and gently shook you awake.

“Y/N, wake up. I made you pancakes.”

Y/N roused from slumber at the scent of her favourite breakfast.

“Thank you Mark.”

Mark scratched the back of his nape as he sat down on your bed.

“Look, Y/N, what happened last night, the things I said, I really meant them.”

Y/N nearly choked on her pancakes.

“You remember?”

“Jeno made me listen to a recording of me trashing around last night on the ride home. I’m sorry if it made you awkward, but I do like you, and it’s fine if you don’t feel the same, we can still be friends just like last time...

Mark wouldn’t meet your eyes as he confessed, stuttering his words here and there, but this is the Mark you’ve grown to love.

“I like you too, Mark.”

“Really? But I’m just...

You shut him up by slamming your lips to his, he was shocked and frozen at first, but slowly reciprocated the kiss, his hands hesitantly placed on your waist as he gently pulls you closer to him.

You let your hands wander up his shirt, testing the waters. Mark took that as a sign to quicken the pace and shimmied his hands under your shirt, but being the clumsy head he is, his hands strayed too far up, fingertips grazed the underside of your right breast.

His touch sent tingles down your spine, a tiny moan escaping your lips. When Mark realised what he had done, he quickly pulled away to apologise.

“It’s fine, Mark. You can touch me.”

You took his hand back under your shirt, cupped his hand over your breast.

As Mark was busy toying with your nipples, you slid his shirt off, interrupting his ministrations. You had seen Mark shirtless a handful of times, but boy isn’t he a sight.

“Can I?” He asked as his fingers toyed with the hem of your shirt.

You took it off yourself, in a hurry to feel more of Mark. Mark’s eyes were filled with lust as he admires you being topless. You broke off his stare as you climbed on him, grinding on his obvious boner.

“Fuck, Y/N.”

“Mark, please. I want you now.”

Mark makes a quick action of taking off your panties and his sweats and boxers.

Your eyes darted towards the direction of his cock as his erection hits against his stomach as he freed it from its confines. You took his cock in your hands and started giving him a handjob, getting him lubricated in his own precum. After a few strokes, you put him in your mouth. Mark, being caught off guard from your sudden boldness, lets out a string of moans in between your name.

You bob your head up and down, trying your best to make him feel good, as Mark shut his eyes because of your sudden hollowed cheeks, you sneaked a hand up to cup his balls, making his light thrusts in your mouth stutter its movements.

He was close, but he didn’t want this to just be about himself.

“Y/N, stop. I want to cum inside you.”

Mark away from your mouth with a satisfying pop. He looked down to see your face covered in spit and his arousal, his need for you increasing by the second.

You lay down onto the bed as Mark hovered over you, his eyes boring into yours like a predator to its prey.

Mark opens up your legs, your wet pussy greeting him in delight, he could see how desperate you are for him, the trail of wetness trailing down your beautiful thighs, all just for him. He pushes two fingers into you, the warmth of wetness of your walls greeting him, he could just imagine how good you’ll feel wrapped around his length.

Mark shakes his head in disbelief as he witnesses the amount of arousal dripping onto his fingers, he takes both of his fingers out and puts them in his mouth, tasting you.

“Fuck, Mark. That’s so hot.”

“You haven’t even experienced the full course yet, baby.”

You blush at the nickname Mark have given you, to his liking. Mark leans down to give you a kiss as he pushes himself in, your back arches at the sudden pleasure filled intrusion, Mark scatters kisses across your neck, wanting to take your attention away from the ache.

Mark had to hold back his primal side to give you time to adjust to his length, his mind being clouded by how tight and warm you are.

Slowly, the pain turned into pleasure, you rocked your hips to signal Mark to move. Taking it as a sign, Mark started thrusting into you, slow and deep strokes, it had you whimpering his name in his ear, moans and grunts bouncing off the walls of your tiny room.

“Faster, Mark.”

Mark takes your legs to let you wrap them around his torso, fingers digging into the flesh of your ass, definitely leaving marks. Mark pulled out most of his cock, leaving only the tip inside you, and slams back into you.

You scream his name as he snaps his hips against yours, his length constantly hitting your sweet spot because of angle he switched to, your walls convulsing around him, making Mark throw his head back at the heightened pleasure.

You were sure the whole house could hear the sounds of Mark’s balls slapping against your ass, the snapping of his hips against yours, and the screams and moans falling freely from your mouth.

“M-mark, I’m close.”

Mark slips a hand in between your bodies to rub circular motions on your clit, urging you to cum quicker.

“Let go for me, baby.”

One last thrust from his lips with a mixture of your name falling from Mark’s pretty lips was enough to push you off the edge, your orgasm hitting you like a bus.

Mark’s thrusts stutters and gets sloppier at the way your orgasm fills up your cavern, warming him till the tip of his toes, a wave of pleasure pushing him to his orgasm.

He rides out both your highs as he milks himself into you. As the both of you come down from your highs, he pulls out of you, his cum dripping out of you.

“What a sight.” Mark confesses.

Mark uses two fingers to push his cum right back into your dripping pussy, and leaves to run you a bath in your bathroom.

Mark carries you into the bathtub as he strokes your head, making you fall asleep in your after sex bliss, with the boy of your dreams by your side.

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blouisparadise · 4 years ago

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Upon request, here is a rec list of bottom Louis fics where Louis and/or Harry use drugs during the course of the fic. If you support our rec lists and want them to continue being made, please reblog this post and spread the word. Happy reading!

1) Lips Are Like The Galaxy’s Edge | Mature | 2365 words

Harry licks over Louis’ hole slowly, deliberately, and his tongue is like velvet and Louis’ skin is burning at every junction where Harry touches him and it’s all so good he thinks he might cry. He licks a few more times, moaning softly like he’s relishing the taste of Louis and that’s just, well, fuck.

2) Can You Feel The Fever | Explicit | 5113 words

Note: This fic is a sequel to this fic.

Tour has Harry exhausted. Luckily exactly what he needs is waiting for him in his Sacramento dressing room.

3) Read You Like A Book | Explicit | 8089 words

Louis realises Harry can read his mind. He’ll do anything to make Harry admit it. Set during the North American leg of the WWA tour.

4) Put You On Repeat, Play You Everywhere I Go | Explicit | 8290 words

Harry is a college radio show host and Louis is a contemporary dancer attending said college. After a drunk hook-up, naturally a whole bunch of pining, dedicated love songs and make-out sessions on dance studio floors ensue.

5) Keep It Sweet In Your Memory | Explicit | 17039 words

'How'd it go?' Harry pushes them into Niall's room and shuts the door behind him, so Georgia doesn't overhear.

'It was good. We just caught up, mostly... I may have done something a little stupid, though.'

And Niall's eyebrows are in his hairline at that.

'I mean. Okay, so I invited Louis out on Saturday.'

'Saturday? Your--'

'Yes, my bachelor party...' and then Harry has to explain himself, 'I just felt guilty. I think. He was like. Telling me he wanted to hook up.'

'He WHAT!?'

'No. I mean, not with me. Like. He wants to go out and meet people.'

'He'll hate that. He's too much of a romantic.'

'Yeah, well. Whatever his name was messed him up a little, it would seem.'

6) Never Understood What Love Was Really Like (But I Felt It For The First Time Looking In Your Eyes) | Not Rated | 18431 words

The one where Louis meets Harry at 14 and things don’t quite go as planned.

7) Ain’t My Fault | Explicit | 18690 words

Note: This fic has mentions of BH.

AU. Liam posts an ad on the wrong section of Craigslist, Louis is pretty sure they’re gonna get murdered as a result, and Harry’s missing an avocado.

8) Kiwi | Not Rated | 24110 words

AU. Harry plays on Saturday nights at The Motley. Louis bartends on Saturday nights at The Motley.

It’s a thing.

9) Honey, Make This Easy | Explicit | 25483 words

AU; Harry’s sister recently passed away, leaving him with temporary custody of her daughter. Needing help, he hires Louis as a nanny and the boy turns out to be help in more ways than he expected.

10) Can’t Fool Me | Explicit | 30162 words

AU where Louis hates fraternities and would never be into a frat boy. And one of these things is definitely not a lie.

11) Captain Jack | Explicit | 31752 words

Note: Please take note of the tags and warnings on this fic before reading

Louis has been searching for something and Harry is there to give it to him. Drugs, sex, disappointment, and the tangled web they’ve woven that keeps them trapped in the same cycle.

12) Can I Make It Any More Obvious? | Explicit | 35560 words

AU where Louis does ballet and Harry is the epitome of everything Louis’ friends want him to stay away from.

13) Bluebird | Explicit | 39024 words

The 2,789 miles between New York and Los Angeles is a long way to go alone.

14) Another Hazy May | Mature | 41042 words

Louis is a terrible poet and Harry lives in the now and they have six weeks to fall in love but, really, it only takes six seconds. bookshop meets military meets summer romance AU ft. Marlboros, the backstreet boys, and underrated literary devices.

15) Looking Through You | Explicit | 41905 words

Just as Louis and Liam were starting out in the music industry, writing and producing for up and coming artists, a fateful meeting with new pop singer Harry Styles changes everything. Four years later, just as Harry is set to embark on his next world tour, a drunken confession causes a rift between once inseparable friends. As Harry tries to make sense of his feelings for Louis, he begins writing his next album to express them as it may be the only way to break through the walls that Louis has built between them.

16) Tangled Up In You | Explicit | 45152 words

Harry blinks once. And blinks again. And says, his voice dangerous: “Niall, did you get me a mail-order bride?”

Because what the actual fuck. It kind of looks like Niall’s just purchased a person. For Harry.

Niall blinks back at him for a few moments, before throwing his head back and howling with laughter. Harry throws a pillow at him. Hard. “No, what the fuck, Harry.”

“A prostitute then?” Harry also doesn't want a prostitute.

“Of course not!”

“A stripper?”

“No!”

Damn, he’s running out of ideas. He settles for launching another pillow at Niall’s head. Niall bats it away easily, still laughing. “Stop!”

“What did you get me, then?!” Niall must hear the tinge of hysteria in his voice, because he’s pulling himself together, trying to stop himself from laughing.

There’s still a big grin on his face, though, when he says, “I got you a professional cuddler.”

A professional…what. “What?”

17) Apples Always Fall (As I Do For You) | Mature | 54609 words | Sequel

Note: This fic is locked and can only be read by AO3 users.

Louis is staying at his Aunt's farm in a small town in Minnesota for four months. To deal with the boredom that sets in a week into his stay, he starts working at the local apple orchard, owned by twenty six year old Harry Styles.

Louis quickly finds himself falling in love with the orchard, and he finds a family in Harry's friends Niall, Liam, and Zayn.

He also starts to fall in love with Harry.

Falling in love with him turns out to be the easy part.

18) Into The Midnight Sun | Explicit | 63525 words

It’s 1983, Harry embarks on his first world tour and Louis is a budding actor in LA. Life spent apart isn’t easily adjustable, but somehow they make it work.

19) Like Real People Do | Explicit | 64175 words

Louis didn’t ask for a lot of things. He didn’t ask for his entire family to die in a car crash that may or may not have been his fault. He didn’t ask to get powers out of that accident, either, powers that eventually led him into a two-year relationship with a man who was far more than met the eye. But one night, he chose to ask for a replacement to a broken camera from someone he hadn’t spoken to in a year and a half. He did ask for that. And that kind of led to everything else.

20) Liberté | Mature | 64603 words

AU. 1647. “Pretending you don’t have a heart is not the best way to not get it broken. It’s just the easiest.”

21) Pinkies Never Lie | Explicit | 83615 words | Sequel

AU in which Louis hates his job and loves Harry, Harry just wants a distraction, everyone else wants them to get their shit together, and Louis learns the hard way that new beginnings are only possible when something ends.

22) Baby Heaven’s In Your Eyes | Explicit | 120875 words

They couldn’t be more different if they tried. Louis Tomlinson is 17 years old and in his last year of the most prestigious private school in Doncaster. If there’s one thing that completely annoys him, it’s that there is a poor community college right across the street.

Harry Styles is 19 years old, and (once again) in his last year of college. He goes to community college in Doncaster. He never shows up to classes and if he actually bothers to, he’s either high or drunk; sometimes both. His skin is littered with tattoos and if there’s one thing he absolutely hates, it’s the snobby students attending the private school right across from his.

23) Saving Symphony Hall | Mature | 124766 words

Note: This is a sequel to this fic. This fic has been locked and can only be read by AO3 users.

“I think I have an idea,” Louis said. Slowly, and reluctantly, but with a growing sense of the inevitable. “God damnit, I think I have a really good idea.”

“Oh christ, that’s the problem-solving face,” Babs said. “Last time we saw that face, he sold a company.”

“Wait, what?” Zayn asked.

“Right place, right time,” Louis said. “Also, fuck my life,”

“What?” Zayn repeated. Niall patted his hand.

“I usually just roll with whatever Louis is about to do,” he said. “It’s better for us all.”

“That’s the attitude,” said Louis, “I’ll tell you tomorrow. Tonight, I need to do some research. Zayn, give me your number. I’m gonna save our symphony.”

24) I Only Ever Want You | Explicit | 180079 words

Note: This fic is the sequel to this fic.

Louis & Harry and Liam & Zayn begin to have sex in front of each other and a lot of kink-discovery results from that.

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marvelousell · 5 years ago

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The Agreement (Part 5.)

Pairing(s): frat boy!fwb!Tom x reader, frat boy!Harrison x reader

Summary: Tom is a typical frat boy, his love for partying, drinks and girls are bigger than his ego. Y/N is a whole different dimension, she keeps her circle small, and even though she knows her best friend Tom is a total douche, she can’t say no to the little deal that was sealed between the two of them.

Word count: 3.1k

A/N: I really went with this one lol, I just can’t wait for more Haz in the next parts ngl 👀. Hope you like this andd I would appreciate it if you reblog, leave a comment, or send a feedback!❤️

My tag list is open for this series!

Warnings: SMUT 18+, unprotected sex, swearing, mentions of alcohol

Part 1. Part 2. Part 3. Part 4.

Masterlist

“He is looking at you, and he has that smile on his face Y/N!” Anna whispered, laughing with you.

Oh this feeling. You missed it so much.

You would catch him staring, giving you a shy smile every now and then.

And there was Tom. Looking hot as always.

He was talking with him and Harry, laughing and drinking, eyeing almost every girl that passed next to them. Some of them were lucky, getting a hug and kiss on the cheek.

He caught you staring, sending you a quick wink.

Nice one Tom, totally original.

Focus Y/N. Tonight is definitely not about him.

“How did you end up together? Did he approach you first? What did he say? Or you? Or...”

“Okay, okay..breathe!” You chuckled at her excitement, happy to have a friend like her by your side.

“You don’t even know how much I would love this to happen!” She pointed at you and him, trying to look as calm as possible.

“I was in the kitchen getting your drink, and I really didn’t see him. He was getting a refill I suppose, so he started a conversation with me, and yeah..” You explained.

“He asked me if I wanted to go outside because the house was packed, and we just sat there and the chat went really smoothly. He is so sweet Anna.”

“I told you he was so your type! He is the most caring and warm-hearted person. He deserves you, and you absolutely deserve him.”

“We really clicked the day we met, and you know how much I like to talk, he listened to every single word. Every day. Especially when I was talking about you, so I thought this would be a great opportunity.” She began.

You didn’t feel that thrilled about a boy ever since Noah.

He really was the first boy that showed some interest in you. It was a nice 2 year relationship and friendship, however the spark just faded.

That’s what he said.

At least it wasn’t an ugly break up, full of screaming and bitter words.

But still it was your first heartbreak and you didn’t want to hear the lousy “we should stay friends” or “we are going to be in touch” sentence. So you just cut him out of your life, and it sure was a great decision after seeing him a few days after with a girl by his side.

“Y/N!!! Woah look at you! You’re having fun I see huh?” Amelia winked, tipsy already.

“How much did you drink Mel?” You giggled when she hugged you.

“Ya know not that much! But definitely enough to go talk to that blondie back there.”

“Good Mel, I’m glad you are having fun too.”

“I think it’s time that you strip and show that piece under your innocent dress babe.” Anna whispered, trying to coax you.

“Are you kidding me? In front of everyone? If you told me that half of the town would be here I wouldn’t even bother to put it on.”

“Oh please Y/N. Look everyone is already in their bikinis! Believe me you don’t have nothing to hide, only to show.” She smirked, tapping your bum twice.

“God. Okay. But I’m not doing this alone, you two are stripping also!” You said.

“Amelia sure forestalled you.” She laughed, looking at a now half naked and drunk Amelia that jumped in the pool.

“I just hope she will not pass out and end up puking in the car like last time.” You said, looking at her laughing and calling for you to join the party.

Sure why not.

You let your dress slide down your body, admiring the red bikini that was on full display now.

“Well holy moly, if he doesn’t want you I’m gonna take the opportunity.” Anna’s eyes went up and down, admiring your figure.

You were so engrossed in the conversation with Anna that you didn’t feel two pair of eyes staring at you.

“Holy shit.” Harrison muttered under his breath.

He was dumbfound. He couldn’t find the right words to describe how gorgeous you were.

Harrison was already struck by your inner beauty, this was just a bonus.

But he sure wasn’t the only one staring and admiring the girl near the pool.

Right behind him was Tom whose eyes were about to pop out of his eye sockets from the view.

He saw already much more than that, but he couldn’t look away.

The red bikini hugged your tits perfectly, your bum looking better than ever.

The scenes from the previous night were on his mind.

If he could, he would take you right there. In front of everybody.

Tom’s erection was getting more visible through his swimming trunks. The throbbing inside was driving him crazy.

“You ready to jump in mate?” Harrison’s voice broke his silent thoughts.

“Yeah, of course.” He said lowly, trying his best not to groan.

Tom thought that the refreshing pool water would help him to calm his hot mind.

He really needed you.

After all the deal said that you would help each other, isn’t that right?

However his plans to come and talk to you were ruined by his friend who was trying to keep you entertained.

“You call that entertainment? We will see what will you like more soon love.” He thought as he swam away, losing his patience now.

You were okay on your own, dipping your feet in the pool, waiting for Anna that dragged Amelia to the bathroom to pee.

You saw Harrison entering the pool again, sending you a small grin letting you know he would join you in a minute.

He presence was making you so nervous, but in a good way.

“Finally got some more time with you, Mel was killing me with the stories about this blonde dude that she met while spilling almost her whole drink on me.” He laughed, slicking his wet hair back.

“Tell me about that, Anna took her to the bathroom to pee. She is really wild tonight.”

He was in front of your legs, his crystal blue eyes were focused on yours.

“You know.. I really want to ask you something.” He began, swimming closer to your legs to rest his arm on top of your knees leaving a trail of goosebumps on your hot skin.

His cold and soft touch sent waves of pleasure through your body.

You could get used to this.

“Go on.”

“I really enjoyed the time we spent tonight, and I really want to do this more often if you would like that too. I mean I would like to take you out, you’re really lovely Y/N.” He reddened after the words slipped past his lips.

“Of course, I really had fun tonight thanks to you Harrison. I really like you.” You spoke back.

“The feeling is definitely mutual. Are you available on Monday?”

“Yes, Monday sounds perfect.”

“Excellent love, now I think it’s time to cool off a little.” He smiled mischievously, grabbing your hips.

“What do you mean cool—“ You didn’t even finish your sentence because you found yourself underwater.

You were out of breath laughing, splashing water on him.

“Oh you’re trying to drown me? You sure are messing with the wrong person here.” You joked, putting your arms on his shoulder.

“Gonna need much more strength for that love.” His arms sneaked around your waist under the water, drawing you close to him.

“Want to try that again?” He whispered, his face close to yours.

His breath fanned your skin, you were so sure something would happen, but something stopped that.

Or should I say someone in particular.

“Am I interrupting something?”

Gosh Tom, you really are a bitch.

“No, no Tom, we were just chatting.” Harrison answered him, stepping outside the pool to sit.

“Well, Amelia is plastered and Anna asked if you could help her so she could put her in bed.” Tom said.

“Sure, are they inside?”

Tom just nodded.

“You gonna wait for me?” Harrison asked before leaving.

“I’m gonna dry myself off, so we can meet in the garden?”

“Deal love.”

Tom just waited for his friend to disappear from your sight so he could finally speak to you.

“Look at you darling, you look divine.”

“Thank you Tom, you sure know when to come.” You spoke back.

“I’m sorry for ruining your sweet moment here darling, but they really needed him.”

You stepped outside the pool, making your way to the house.

“So you really made my mate go all insane for you.” Tom stated, guiding you to the bathroom.

“Did I?” You asked, your heart fluttering at his words.

“Absolutely. He couldn’t keep his eyes away from you.”

“And me as well.” Tom spoke in your ear, looking around so you could enter the bathroom unnoticed.

Fuck Tom.

Should I be even doing this?

“You made me so hard just by watching you in this red two piece bikini.” He growled in your ear.

You leaned your head on his shoulder, trying to relax as much as possible.

The feeling of getting caught was stressing you out.

But you couldn’t say no to him.

You sighed as his lips were teasing your neck and shoulder.

“Shit I craved you so much baby, couldn’t wait any longer.” His hands made their way to the nape of your neck, untying the knot of your top.

Tom’s fingers danced on your skin, coming in contact with your belly.

His palm was placed there holding you close to him, while his other hand toyed with the knots that held the bottom piece of the bikini in place.

“Can you feel how much I want you right now baby?” He rubbed his crotch on your ass, receiving an exciting moan from you.

“Shh, we don’t want anyone to burst in here do we?” He shushed you, pressing a sloppy kiss on your jawline.

“Fuck, no. Just do something already we don’t have much time.”

“You mean you don’t have much time? I have the whole damn time if you ask me.” Tom teased, chuckling into the nape of your neck.

His free hand reached the edges of your bikini, pushing the material to the side dipping one finger into your folds.

“Looks like I wasn’t the only one excited here hm?” He rubbed you slowly, slipping one finger inside of you without a warning.

You tried your best not to be loud, but the feeling of Tom’s fingers buried inside of you made you weak.

“Would love to see you fall apart on my fingers baby, but we both know we need each other now right?”

“Hell yes, please fuck me.” Your eyes still closed, enjoying the pleasure he was giving you.

He removed his hand, making you whine from the feeling of being empty.

“Don’t worry I got something much more better.”

The dark trunks of his were now long gone, his hands lifted you up on the washing machine spreading your legs wide open.

Tom smashed himself inside of you, making you both whine from the feeling.

Your palm grasped his wet curls tightly, pulling him closer to your trembling body.

God this feels so wrong, but so great.

What are you doing to me Tom? No wonder Sophie went crazy about you.

“Tell me love, who can make you this good?”

“Shit you Tommy.” You bit your lip drawing blood to the surface, only to stop the moans escaping from your throat.

“Don’t break the deal between us love. Look how good we make each other feel. You can still be with whoever you want and me as well, no one needs to know it will be our little secret.” He pleaded into your ear.

You were aware of the situation.

Although you knew that this would be wrong in every possible way if something happens between you and Harrison, you couldn’t say no.

He was so addicting, his touch, movements, small talk.

Everything.

What happened? How did you fell for someone like Tom?

“Christ, this will be so wrong but I-I can’t break this fucking deal.” You muttered out, squeezing your eyes shut from the familiar sensation forming in the pit of your stomach.

You’re going to be the end of me Thomas.

He smiled at your response as his hands pushed through your hair gripping it lightly.

You were close to the edge. You whimpered as his fingers started rubbing your bundle of nerves.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck I’m gonna cum.” You managed to choke out.

Tom wasn’t that far from coming and seeing your beautiful face as you came, he almost bursted.

“That’s right beautiful, you’re doing so good for me. Don’t worry just our little secret.”

And with that he pulled out his length shooting his load on your bare chest.

“Fuck you look so good with my cum all over you.” He smirked playfully, eyeing your tits.

“Full of yourself Holland, hand me a tissue please.” You replied.

The reality hit you hard in that moment.

You were nervous, anybody could tell if they saw you honestly.

You loved Tom and ending this..whatever it’s called wasn’t something you wanted.

And hurting a guy like Harrison by doing something behind his back was a no as well.

“Hey, don’t stress that much.” Tom spoke handing you the tissues.

“You know he likes you, I’m thousand percent sure, he is my best mate I know when he likes someone or not.” He laughed, helping you down from the washing machine.

“I hope so..but that’s not the only thing why I’m worried.” You whispered as you searched through your bag for dry clothes.

“Look I know you think that this is bad..but believe me it’s just a silly deal that’s here for us if we need to blow off some steam and stuff like that. No feelings love, that’s making everything different.”

Maybe he was right?

No one would say a thing, eventually your crush will fade and no harm done.

You hope so.

“Yeah..you have a point. No one will know?” You asked once more.

“No one love.”

“Okay.”

You could feel him staring as you tried to dress yourself.

“Do you mind turning around?” You asked, trying to hide your breasts and everything else as much as possible.

“Why? Nothing I haven’t seen or felt before.” He leaned on the white tiles with his eyes still on your body.

“Dear God.” You spoke. Annoyed.

You gave up, starting to dress in front of him.

“I look like shit now, great.” You stared at the reflection in the mirror.

Hair a complete mess, the light makeup long gone by now, your cheeks flushed.

“Oh c’mon you stole his heart anyway, he won’t notice anything.”

Crap, Harrison.

He is probably looking for you.

“How long are we here? He probably thinks I stood him up or something.” You panicked, grabbing the doorknob.

However Tom’s hand was fast enough to stop you.

“Wait, I will go first to see if someone’s around. I will knock if the air is clear, then you can go.”

“Okay, just hurry up.”

The 10 seconds were like an eternity.

You’re heart was running wild because of Tom and Harrison.

You wanted them both.

“Come out.” He said, knocking on the door.

“I see you around then?” He added before you tried to disappear.

“Yes.” You gave him a one last look before speeding down the stairs.

“There she is!” Anna shouted, pointing at you.

“I’m so sorry, I couldn’t f-find my bag so it took me a while.” You spoke, looking at Anna and him.

“No problem, but you missed the fun with Amelia.” Anna giggled.

“Oh that was a show I bet.”

“Definitely, Harry said that she can sleep here tonight, so we don’t have to worry if the car will smell like vomit.” She joked, making a slightly disgusted face.

“Ew.”

“Okay, I’m going to find Harry and when you two are done call me.”

You were lost for words again.

He was absolutely beautiful.

“So..” You began, rocking back and forth on your feet.

“Our date still on?” He asked nervously.

“Of course I really did enjoy my evening with you.”

“I’m so glad you did, because I honestly want to see you more.”

Before you could even answer, his arms were on your back.

He pressed an innocent peck on your cheek out of the blue.

Harrison didn’t want to rush anything, but he wanted to show how much you fascinated him.

“See you on Monday?” He said.

“See you on Monday.” You confirmed, embracing him in a short hug.

“Oi, oi already going home?” The cocky voice spoke behind your back.

“Someone wants a decent amount of sleep Holland.” Anna replied, stopping just like you to see what he wanted.

However he did have some company with him.

The same blonde from the living room.

Wasn’t the sex a while ago enough for him?

Of course not.

You felt sick seeing his fingers caressing her slim hip.

Please let us leave.

“The party just started, you’re no fun like always.” He was being a total douche in front of her, nothing like Tom that hangout with us.

“If you’re trying to impress your girl here, you’re failing. Try to sober up a bit then you can talk to us, good night.” She grabbed your hand, marching to her car.

“He is being an total ass tonight.”

“Yeah..” You mumbled, the picture of Tom and the blonde occupying your mind.

“You upset about something? You know you can tell me everything.” She glanced at you, bringing her attention back to the road.

“Oh n-no, nothing’s bothering me really. I’m just stressing about my date on Monday.” You spoke, it was true after all. You were nervous about that as well.

“OHH, yeees Harrison told me he asked you on a date. Believe me nothing to worry about he is head over heels for you babe!”

“Will you come help me out before the date?” You questioned.

“Absolutely! I’m always here to help!” She screeched happily.

“See you then Ann, thank you for this evening and Harrison and everything. Have a good rest, good night.” You hugged her, before exiting the car.

“No problem love! Love to see you happy like this, good night!”

This was an intense night. You were all over the place, the whole night repeating in your head.

Your apartment was dark and quiet.

You kicked your shoes off, exhaling loudly as the tune of a received message grabbed your attention.

Unknown number

I loved your company so much I forgot to ask for your number. Hope you don’t mind that I asked Ann. :)

Haz x

Of course not! I’m glad you asked her! I enjoyed your presence as well. Xx

You were so overwhelmed that sleeping was impossible at that moment. The only thing on your mind was the date and Harrison.

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justauthoring · 5 years ago

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stand up for me.

Request: i don't know if your requests are still open for fratboy!harry but if they are can you make one where his friends are talking bad about her and she overhears but he doesn't stick up for the reader and she thinks that maybe he feels that way to so she starts to ignore him and he apologises afterwards. thanks!

Pairing: Harry Styles x Reader Word Count: 1,580 Please don’t plagiarize my work!

Notes: I’ve found the courage to write again, so I want to thank you all for being patient with me. I’m gonna use this time that I have now to write as much as I want/can.

In the end, you’d decided to go. And in hindsight, you were unbelievably glad you had.

If you hadn’t, you would’ve been home, in one of Harry’s shirt, watching a movie or two and eating whatever your little heart desired. Which sounded like a dream and everything you could ever want, but of course, if you’d stayed home, you wouldn’t have heard that.

That, which was... everything. Which felt like a current nightmare to you because it felt like your actual heart was ripping in half. Or rather, it already had, and you were left to pick up the pieces as you raced through the crowded living room and straight out the front door you’d just came through. You’d heard a few different voices call after for you and you weren’t sure if it was more because of a naive greeting or because they’d somehow managed to catch a glimpse of the tears flowing down your cheeks.

Either way, you didn’t care.

When you’d gotten back to your dorm, you’d collapsed into a puddle of tears and eventually fell asleep from the exhaustion of it all. When you’d woken up, you were feeling more angry then sad. And that’s how you found yourself now, propped up against a mountain of pillows behind you, staring at the missed call from Harry and two texts first asking how your night was going and then if everything was okay because you’d never not replied to him straight away.

However, when you looked at the texts and read them over and the words of ‘missed call from H’ with a little heart attached to the end of it seemingly glared at you, the words you’d caught spilling from his lips repeated inside your head like a mantra. You felt a mixture of wanting to punch the nearest thing to you and crying tears you certainly didn’t have left.

He’d just... laughed as his supposed friends, ones you’d even considered yours, talked you down. Belittled you right in front of him. And you didn’t know what was more hurtful; the way he’d laughed as they made fun of the way you talked and acted, or the way he’d smirked in pride when they went on about how much of a good fuck a body like yours must be.

They’d reduced you to nothing but a means of pleasure, whether in laughter or otherwise, and he hadn’t said anything. Or really done anything.

But laugh.

Your chest felt like it was on fire. You were so unbelievably hurt and angry and you were cursing yourself for falling for a guy like him. You wished you could turn back time and smack yourself silly for ever considering actually dating a popular frat boy who thought he could get any girl he liked. That’s all you must’ve been; a conquest his friends had dared him to conquer.

Well considered yourself fooled. And a fool you certainly felt like.

You didn’t answer his call that morning, nor did you even bother to properly even read the many texts that followed at your lack of response. You ignored the questioning stares of your roommate and carried on with your day as if your heart wasn’t broken by a guy you’d really liked. You took the longer routes to your classes to avoid him and refused to even acknowledge his presence when you felt his stare digging into your back during the one class the two of you shared.

And it continued on like that for two weeks.

You were sure he was going stir-crazy and you felt like you were too. Because the truth was, you missed him. You missed him like crazy. Missed his touches and the kisses, missed the way he’d hold you and when you’d look into his eyes, the rest of the world seemed to just fade away. You missed the feeling that would flood you when he was around. You missed the talks the two of you would have that were about nothing important but you wouldn’t trade them for the universe.

You just missed him.

But you’d remind yourself why, why you were ignoring him, and the anger and hurt would come back and even if you’d miss him, it would give you the encouragement not to cave in.

Until you really have no other choice.

You’re getting ready to go out with a friend, slipping on your jacket and brushing your hair out of your face when he all but comes storming into your bedroom. You think it’s your roommate at first, and you move to berate her for scaring the hell out of you until your eyes settle on his and you just freeze. You stand there, staring at him, and stammer, confused, beyond confused how he’d even gotten in here but then you remember;

your damn roommate.

“I don’t want to talk to you,” you say blatantly, crossing your arms over your chest. “I felt I made that perfectly clear.”

“You did,” he growls, “but i’m not leaving until you tell me what I did wrong.” And to emphasize his point, he plants himself firmly in front of your bedroom door and crosses his arms over his chest.

You scoff. “It’s pretty obvious.”

“It obviously ain’t,” he deadpans, “since I’ve been trying to figure it out for two fuckin’ weeks and still, nothin’.”

Your lips twitch and you inhale sharply, trying to remain calm. You don’t want to cry, if you cry you’ll let yourself go and he’ll definitely have the advantage. And you won’t give him the advantage. “I’m surprised you care so much,” you huff, turning your head away from him and staring at a random spot on your wall. “You got what you wanted from me anyways.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

“Me!” You blurt, unable to stop yourself as you turn to him with blazing eyes, gesturing to yourself. “Your... conquest. You fucked me, got to brag it to your fucking friends, so just leave me the fuck alone!”

You barely realize you’ve closed the distance between the two of you, angrily swinging your hands round until Harry firmly grabs hold of your wrists, holding them still between the two of you as he shakes your head. “What are you talking about?” He repeats, this time his voice more desperate. And if you weren’t so angry, you probably would’ve seen the cogs in his head trying to figure it all out.

“That party,” you breathe, voice considerably more quiet then it had been seconds ago. “The one I said I didn’t want to go to, two weeks ago,” Harry pauses, nodding slowly. “Well, I came. And I heard some interesting things when I walked into the kitchen to find you.”

You can’t help it, the way your eyes water. And it gets even worse when you see the look of fear that crosses Harry’s face.

“You just stood there and laughed as you friends... friends...” Biting your lip, you sniffle, forcing the words past your lips. “Made fun of me. The way I talk, look... that i’m just a girl with a good body and they could only imagine how good I must’ve felt. And I stayed, I waited, expecting, needing you to say something in my defense but you didn’t. You even agreed with them!”

“Y/N...”

You yank your hands from his grasp, turning away from him with a start as you desperately wipe at your cheeks, trying to compose yourself. But it’s no use. The weight of the past two weeks come unraveling on you and you’re just so fucking hurt that you can’t even begin to think rationally.

“Y/N,” Harry calls again, voice soft. His hand falls on your shoulder but you hastily move away from him, turning to him with a scoff. “I’m sorry.”

“Yeah, I bet you are.”

“No, truly,” he whispers, shaking his head at you. “I am.”

Biting your lip, you blink up at him with a blurred vision. “You’re an asshole.”

“I know,” he nods, pausing a moment before taking another step towards you. You don’t pull back this time as he takes your hands in his own again, this time his grip considerably more gentle, pulling your eyes on him as he frowns down at you. “I’m a fucking jerk for doing that to you, I know. I know what they said was wrong.”

Voice shaky, a mere whimper, you whisper out; “why didn’t you stand up for me?”

“Because i’m an idiot,” Harry says without hesitation. “And the truth is I have no excuse, because what I did was unforgivable. But not being able to talk to you or see you, hold you. kiss you, made me realize how much you mean to me Y/N. I can’t handle not having you by my side.”

Sniffling, you blink up at him.

Harry reaches forward, wiping your tears away with a soft touch, biting his bottom lip as his eyes never leave your own. “You’re not just a conquest, you never were and you definitely are now.” He mumbles, voice sure, without a doubt confident in each word he says. “And i’m so fucking sorry.”

Leaning into his touch, you nod. “You mean that?”

“Without a doubt.”

And you believe it, despite everything, because of the way he looks at you. Because of the way he responds. Because of the fear in his eyes as he seemingly waits for you to reject his touch.

You don’t.

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itswildwinters · 4 years ago

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Seeing as it’s the holidays for me, I’ve had time to read (and re-read) quite a lot of fics, and I felt like sharing some of them with you. It’s my first time doing a fic recs post, so I hope it’s useful and not too much of a mess, especially since it’s quite long!

If you do end up reading any of these stunning fanfics, don’t forget to leave kudos and comments to show your appreciation!

Enjoy!! ✩

✩ baby blue by @soldouthaz (39k)

summary: Harry Styles takes his time coming out to greet them. Louis only knows what he’s seen on file and what he’s heard them talking about, but he fully lives up to the image he had inside of his head.

He saunters down the front steps of the farmhouse in his Levi’s, brown snakeskin boots curving out from underneath the denim Louis’ sure he had specially made. He’s got on a plaid button-down tucked into the jeans because of course he does, curls spilling out from either side of his cowboy hat around his sunglasses and country-tan skin.

“Harry Styles,” he drawls, extending a hand to Louis’ manager, “Pleased to meet ya’ll.”

I loved the dynamic between Cowboy Harry and Celebrity Louis. What I also really enjoyed about this fanfic is that the depiction of farm life was accurate. The way the story is written really gets you into action, so that you can picture everything quite well through the Louis-centric third point of view.

✩ The Space Between by @lads-laddylads (39k)

summary: Harry Styles is the alpha rockstar who can’t sleep and doesn’t know why. Louis Tomlinson is the omega PhD student who helps him figure it out.

A/B/O fanfic. I loved how Alpha Harry acted upon seeing Louis for the first time. You can really feel the tension and attraction through the screen, which is one of my all time favourite things. The way their relationship builds up is a delight, and Louis is a darling and so courageous in the end with how he deals with Harry, even when Harry is being an idiot. The connection they have at the end... just wow!

✩ fae series: Boiling Blood Will Circulate and Warming The Air Of The World by @crazyupsetter (42k and 3k)

summary of Boiling Blood Will Circulate: The wait isn’t long before something starts rustling in the bushes. Harry takes aim, squeezes the trigger, body moving unconsciously. They’re motions he’s done a thousand times before, and his body knows how to do it without the input of his brain now. It’s what makes him such a good shot.

He misses. The shot misses.

Something howls in the woods, a pretty clear indication that Harry hit it, but there’s no telltale sounds of a big body dropping, no animal charging out at him to take him out before he can finish the job.

Something does turn and run, though. “Fuck,” Harry spits out, scrambling to his feet and slinging the rifle back over his shoulder, giving chase. He’s not going to lose this hunt.

The trail of blood goes on longer than Harry thought it would. He doesn’t know how long he runs for, but his muscles are burning, chest heaving with exertion, until the trail just - goes dead. No more blood, just like that.

“Fuck,” Harry says.

I am a sucker for fantasy/supernatural fanfics, and this one is absolutely incredible. The suspense in there is well-built, and the dynamic between Louis and Harry leaves you hungry for more. There’s a lot of blood in this series, so if you’re not into that you should be careful, but for me the author really puts into perspective how complicated and different from mankind faeries are.

✩ With a whimper by @kitundercover (132k)

summary: Dystopian AU. Louis has been alone for too long to remember how not to be, and Harry has too much to worry about to deal with a scrawny, wild, stranger.

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The man grips his arm tightly. “You’re not going to say anything.” It’s not a question.

Louis shakes his head, his body twitching.

“Fine.” Large green eyes survey him before letting go. “It’s cold. Take this. Wear it.”

Louis can’t help another flinch as the man’s long scarf is wrapped around his tender neck, it’s still warm. He touches the soft material. “Thank you.”

The man bears his teeth. “Don’t thank me. Don’t ever thank me.”

If you are into dystopian works, and doesn’t mind violence, blood and gore, this fic will make your day! I loved the world-building, the way it’s written, how Louis’ character is portrayed and how strong he is. I just couldn’t stop reading once I began. The secrets of the plot, the fear of the characters, and the curiosity that sparks within you as you read contribute into making this fic a unique one that’s so worth the read.

✩ Soaked In The Blood Of Angels by @crazyupsetter (40k)

summary: The boy looks drugged, caught between a man who’s almost twice his size and a girl who looks like she wouldn’t even break a sweat snapping him in half despite her small stature, eyes closed and mouth open as he pants, arching up between them almost as if he’s trying to escape.

Normally, Harry would ignore it and continue on his search for someone to drink from, someone who wouldn’t mind his sharp teeth and rough hands. He’s seen plenty of boys like this one, ones who picked the wrong playmates, and if he stopped to rescue every single one of them he would have died from thirst a long time ago.

This one, though. There’s something about this one, the sheen of his bright blue eyes as he blinks slowly, looks around as though he doesn’t know where he is, the weakness of his hands as he tries to push the girl off of him and make his escape.

Another magnificent creatures/fantasy fanfic. The writing is absolutely exquisite, and I love how hard to get Louis is. The violence between Louis and Harry might bother some people, but to me it really spiced up their relationship and made Louis and Harry, who are creatures of gloom, particularly interesting and even real, somehow.

✩ Play Pretend, Find a Friend? by @angelichl (40k)

summary: They had to pull back for air. Louis surveyed the guy’s face, in awe of his blown pupils and sharp jawline, the way their shared spit glistened on his lips.

“Hi,” he breathed. He blinked, and came back to himself a little bit, blushing at his own boldness. “Sorry. Is this okay?”

The stranger removed his right hand from the curve of Louis’ waist in order to cup his jaw, tilting it up to the angle he desired. He pressed their lips together, murmuring, “Definitely.” And then he kissed harder.

When Louis sees his ex-boyfriend kissing a random girl at a party, he acts out of blind jealousy. He kisses the first guy he can find. It turns into a thing.

Where do I start? I usually don’t like fake-relationship AUs since most of the time Louis and Harry are famous, which make it less fun to me. But in this fic, they’re students and Harry is a frat boy while Louis is a nerd, but it’s not cliché or anything. It’s actually so well-written and the relationship between Louis and Harry takes time to progress which I absolutely love, seeing as I am a sucker for slow burn. Harry is so sweet as a frat boy, and Louis is an angel. Really loved reading this.

✩ at your fingertips by @risthebrave (27k)

summary: He finds himself wrapped up in sheets in bed on Thursday night, staring at the familiar name on a new story that was posted the night before.

His fingers twitch, ready to hit play and surrender to his impulses, saving the regret and turmoil for later.

And still he hesitates, internally praying that he’ll somehow gain the strength to exit out within the next few moments before he inevitably loses his patience and hits the button.

Three…

Two…

One.

Play.

Or, Louis really should have seen it coming.

Besides being well-written, the whole plot is quite original. I absolutely loved Louis in there, especially since all of his insecurities made me relate to him. He’s so sweet, and I’m glad Harry was there to get him to open-up and see how amazing he is. I had so many moments of secondhand embarrassment haha, and they made the fic all the more amazing. Honestly, what really struck me in this fic is how the author managed to make Harry such an amazing person, and how intrepid Louis is while he learns to overcome his insecurities.

✩ Nothing But You On My Mind by @absoloutenonsense (83k)

summary: Louis Tomlinson is a PR manager hired to improve the image of royal bad-boy Prince Harry Styles. Unfortunately for him, that means being faced with the Prince's constant innuendos, incessant dirty jokes, and relentless flirting. Louis just wants to make it to Princess Gemma's coronation; once she's crowned Queen, his contract is up and he never has to see the Prince again.

It was such a joy to read this fic. Even though Harry pissed me off on more than one occasion, I took great satisfaction in how Louis ignored him or replied with one of his witty comebacks. The plot twist was just awesome and Harry’s stubbornness ended up being very much welcome.

✩ push you out, pull you back in by @behisoneandonly (31k)

summary: Harry grips his head in his hands helplessly, yanking the base of his dark curls and squeezing his eyes shut.

“Fucking hell,” he whispers, knuckles turning white from how hard he’s gripping the strands of his hair.

“Hey, hey,” says the petite stranger in front of him, quickly standing up. “Stop, you’re hurting yourself.”

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Or Harry hates feeling vulnerable. Louis is set on breaking through his tough facade.

Oh my god, this was truly wonderful. The size difference made me go crazy! The smut was just wow too. What really made this fic so incredible is how protective of Harry Louis is, and how Louis seems to just... understand Harry despite his issues. Jealous Harry also! I loved it. Moreover, Louis’ character is literally perfect in this.

✩ thinking about the t-shirt you sleep in by @absoloutenonsense (52k)

summary: Harry's alpha fraternity donates to a local thrift shop (because of Liam's latent crush on a cute beta in his lecture). Louis' financial situation (and confusing omega instincts) lead him to make some interesting fashion purchases. Lots of pizza, feelings, and not-really-lying.

I’ve read and re-read this. I love Louis and Harry’s dynamic, and how they solve their troubles in the end. Harry is such a sweet soul, and Louis deserves the world!

✩ Canyon Moon by @eeveelou (40k)

summary: For as long as Louis has remembered, he has been promised to be mated to Harry, his best friend and the future pack alpha. But Louis’s heart belonged to the forest and to the hunt more than he could ever imagine it belonging to Harry.

Then Harry’s father dies in a violent accident, and Louis’s future alpha disappears on the wind.

An A/B/O Lion King AU

What really drew me in is that I’ve never before seen a larry fanfic on the Lion King, and honestly? It was so beautiful. The way the author made the plot of the cartoon go along with the A/B/O world was truly surprising, and absolutely interesting to read. Also, when Louis is introduced to the modern world? It’s such a sweet part of the fic.

✩ a trail of honey through it all by @yvesaintlourent (27k)

summary: The boy in front of him, well really, the man in front of him, was like something out of a confusing wet dream. Built, tall, tan and muscular, his skin glistened with sweat after a long day of working outdoors with his hands. He was wearing a cut up old American football shirt, the bottom hem was torn and the sleeves were cut off to the point where the t-shirt was really just a loose tank top. The shorts he had on had clearly been full length jeans at one point, and were now just crudely cut off above the knee. His white socks were pulled up too high on his calves, and the brown work boots he had on were old as fuck, the leather peeling along the edges of the soles. Curly brown hair stuck out from the edges of his backwards snapback, and there was a smudge of grease wiped along his brow bone. The smattering of hair along his jaw proved that he hadn’t shaved in a week or two, the hair growing in thicker across his upper lip and around his chin. His sinfully bowed mouth was pink and plump, and Louis was suddenly hyper-focused on the way that he chewed at the toothpick stuck between his lips. He looked like he needed a shower. Louis wanted to lick him.

Or, the TPH fic we’ve all been waiting for.

Trailer park Harry? HELL YEAH! The concept has been going on in the fandom for so long that when I saw someone finally wrote it, I was genuinely excited. And I wasn’t disappointed! The writing is wonderful and the way Louis and Harry grow closer is just so sweet. Loved it!

✩ The Healing Song series: The Healing Song and The Wedding by 2204 (111k and 3k)

summary of The Healing Song: Louis was carrying the large stuffed elephant like it was a baby, it’s trunk hanging over his shoulder and down his back and it’s front legs were resting around his neck, like it was hugging him. Said elephant was a present from Louis’ close friend Steve, who had thought Louis needed something to hug on bad days and had gifted him with a stuffed elephant the size of a one year old.

Steve had been right. Some days Louis did need something to hug, and this elephant was as good as anything.

Louis was having one of the rougher days. The harmonious state of the anxiety free life of a fearless Louis had ended the week after he met with Harry. It ended as abruptly as it had started. It was like pushing a button. Lights out. Almost as if the universe said “You’ve had your fun, crazy one, now go be sick” and slammed the door in his face.

Or where Louis is a single father of two, suffering from PTSD, and Harry is there providing soulmatey and loving support while he heals the wounds of past abuse.

God, this fic I swear! This made me cry, laugh, scream... this is a roller-coaster of emotions. It’s quite a hard fic to read, because it deals with past abuse and trauma. And it’s even harder knowing this story is based on real life events that the author went though. But the way it’s written, the way Harry helps Louis through his struggles and issues, it’s so beautiful and inspiring.

✩ Sunrise and Pixie Dust by @moonyblouie (14k)

summary: Harry's taking a walk at sunrise in the forest he knows like the back of his hand when the wind starts blowing, the sky turns pink, and golden glitter starts to fall from the sky. He’s not sure about what’s happening, but when he comes face to face with a gorgeous winged-creature, he can’t help but be immediately mesmerized.

Or an AU in which Harry finds himself crossing the borders between two worlds.

I loved this, the smut is so hot!! But the end... I really hope there will be a sequel! But other than that, the way Louis is written? Wonderful!

✩ Weightless by @smittenwithlouis (25k)

summary: He hopes that Harry still thinks of him. God knows Louis thinks of him every day.

Or: Harry is the best dragon racer the world has ever seen and Louis is an almost-vet who feels like he is carrying the weight of the world.

This was... just amazing, honestly. I loved loved loved every time Louis interacted with dragons, I could picture it and it’s just so so sweet. The way Louis is concerned about Harry’s safety, and Harry’s will to make Louis’ life better, to give him the freedom he deserves... it’s just beautiful.

✩ The Blood of Love by @mugglemirror (25k)

summary: Harry is a nurse and Louis is a painting worth more than a thousand words. As desire and darkness encompasses him, Harry has to learn the secrets of Thorne Hills manor before he succumbs to the mystery that surrounds him.

I absolutely loved this! The plot, the writing, the suspense, the secrets... everything was on spot and left me yearning for more. The atmosphere really makes the reader completely engrossed into what’s going on, and the end doesn’t disappoint. Dark fics have always been something that I enjoy reading, and this one definitely didn’t disappoint. Just wow!

✩ Latibule by @quelquesetoiles

summary: Louis had worked in the infamous resort placed in the median point of all worlds for longer than he could remember. He went through everyday with a soul-crushing emptiness filling his mind, going through the same routine over and over again. Despite all the happenings around him, his soul never wavered, his emotions stayed superficial, and nothing took his breath away anymore.

Nothing, except the intoxicating smell of lavender and the contemplating green eyes that came along for the ride every now and again. His heart always seemed to wake up full force whenever those pretty lips formed around even prettier, yet empty promises, and he felt the magic sizzle in his bones again only when contact was made between the divine body and his own deceivingly normal one. He hated it for the fact he really didn’t.

Or : A Spirited Away AU of sorts where Louis just wants to heal and be left alone, only for all his plans to be destroyed by the hands of an infuriating British God.

I have read this at least three times, that’s how good this fic is. I am a sucker for mythology, like truly, and Louis and Harry’s dynamic in there had me screaming! Jealous Harry is the best thing, and the semi plot twist at the end made my heart jump. But besides the universe we readers are diving into, it’s also the writing that’s left me pleasantly drunk. The words flow together perfectly, at after each paragraph you just long for more. Also the pet names!!! Just beautiful.

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weeklyfangirl · 5 years ago

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Frat Boy Pt. 18

part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7 (1), part 7 (2), part 8, part 9, part 10, part 11, part 12, part 13 , part 14, part 15, part 16, part 17

NOT having to wait a year for another update?! WHO AM I?!?!! A new woman I tell you. Fortunately (or not) Frat Harry’s the same ‘ol Frat Harry. And this time you let him into your life a little more. But will he stay? Enjoy loves, lemme know what you think ;)

“So turns out Mike’s bottle of tequila was $350 and John and I had already dank all of it. When Mike told us how much it was, we just had to be the full dicks. You start apologizing at block parties and you lose your edge. Stuff is borderline evaporative!” Father looked around at our unimpressed faces and his red face grew darker, exploding from wheezing laughter. “Oh, come on! It’s funny!!” His wheezing subsided with a toss of his eyebrows. He shrugged dramatically. “Good thing I appreciate my humor.”

Paul sat at the head of the table, the top two buttons undone on his blue business button-down. He made eye contact with me, both of our eyes widening. I’d given him a quick side-hug, one of those awkward lean-down-because-the-other-person-is-too-lazy-to-stand-up hug. It’d almost been a year, but it was the same customary greeting we’d developed. Their plates were already stacked in the sink, but my mom had readied plates of mash potatoes, string beans, and steak for Harry and I.

They were sprawled out, tummies full, all of them looking like they’d had long days at the office. Father especially. His face was reddened like the whites of his eyes, his hair standing on end.

I poked at my steak.

“You missed it, Y/N. He’s already five glasses in,” Paul continued. Teasing father was the one thing we could connect on - but he enjoyed it a little more than I.

Mom leant over the table, rolling her eyes. “At least. This is his ‘not drinking during the week,’” There was a smile, though.

Dad held up his hands. “Hey! I haven’t had one sip of tequila. Wine is like water now.” He turned to Harry, as if his frat boy radar sensed a fellow drinker in his midst. “You have that problem…?” He fished for a name.

Harry’s shoulders straightened. “Harry.”

“Harry?” he asked.

Before Harry could answer, Paul’s eyes narrowed. “You look familiar.”

It was like somebody sprinkled coked-out fairy dust over Mother. She sat up straighter, eyes twinkling, and sprawled her hands on the table as if to reveal the grand hurrah that Harry was the heir to all the land. Which, in modern day Newport, perhaps he was. I tried to come up with something to rescue Harry, but she beat me to it.

“His dad’s a doctor here. Coast Shores Medicine. Mr. Styles runs his own practice.”

“He can speak for himself,” I grumbled, stuffing my mouth with mash.

My mom stirred, voice low, “Honey, I was just letting them know.”

My dad’s eyes bulged out of his head before erupting into laughter. “You- you’re-” He pointed his finger, looking between Harry and me. He laughed more.

“Dad,” I warned. It’d clicked in his mind. At the end of summer, before I’d even known the Styles legacy let alone seen Harry’s face, we’d walked past the Styles medical office and my dad absolutely BLASTED their ostentatious display. My dad’s boisterous - Can you believe this idiot??! MORON! DIPSHIT! - blared in my mind like a flare gun.

Father caught my daggers. “Oh, relax,” he wheezed, settling down. He wouldn’t say anything, for now. “I transferred more money into your account today by the way.” He winked, pointing to me. “I love you.”

“Love you too.” But I shrunk in my chair. I know Harry wasn’t one to talk about living off family money, but I didn’t want him getting the wrong idea either.

Completely oblivious, Harry smiled politely, answering Father’s previous question. “We all have our vices.”

“Speaking of addicts-” Paul started.

“Oh, God,” Dad huffed.

Paul put his hands up with a humorless laugh. “I wasn’t targeting you, but now that you mention it-”

“Paul.” I frowned.

My warning tone flipped a switch in him.

“What?!” It was sharp, full of irritation, and no matter how long it'd been since I’d heard it - I stilled. His eyes challenged me to press him further, but I didn’t. “Can I speak?”

“All right,” mom said. “Let’s settle down.”

“I’m calm,” Paul declared tersely. “I don’t know about your daughter.”

I scoffed, fighting the urge to bite back.

Harry tensed, and if I was an inch further I wouldn’t have heard his breath get a little deeper.

Without breaking his stare, Paul sat back in his chair, pushing up his sleeves. “Okay,” he started. “As I was saying. I don’t know if you guys saw on the news - probably not, but there was a scandal at the company last week.”

The company – AKA Rich Silvang Industries. Paul went straight from college and his internship to full-fledged Wall Street investment banking. He was only three years older than me, but he hadn’t lived at the house since he was eighteen. By 17 ½ all his things were in boxes. Meanwhile, I was almost twenty-one and still had half my things in my old room.

Mom practically gasped. “Really?” her voice swam with concern.

“I think I saw something about that,” Dad mentioned, putting on a serious tone.

“Maybe you did hear about it, then. It’s pretty big. The president was caught in his Vegas penthouse suite filled with drugs, and they arrested him for drug trafficking. They’re searching for someone to replace him right now.”

My mom’s hands dropped in her lap. “Wow.”

“Could you be the replacement?” I asked.

“Ha, yeah. I wish. I’m a few years off from that.” One thing you need to know about Paul - he has a plan for everything. If he wants something, he’ll buy every book to learn the ins and outs before making a move. His career was no different.

“What’d they find?” Harry asked, brows stitched in curiosity.

Paul puffed out a breath. “Everything. Heroine, cocaine, meth, ecstasy. It was just sitting there, in his suite. His girlfriend’s arrested, too.”

“God, what a dipshit,” Dad breathed, irritated disbelief. “This guy has all the money in the world-”

“Three thousand million dollars,” Paul corrected.

“Three tHOUSAND MILLION-!” Father squeaked. “God, if I had that money- GOD, why the hell would you piss it away like that.”

“Greed,” Mom said. “Is this the same president who donated all that money to helping foster children? The one invited you for a weekend in Aspen?”

“There’s only one president, mom.”

“Well I hope you didn’t USE anything.”

Father ran his hands through his hair, still distraught at the impotence of those with money to enjoy their money. “I mean, I’d be fishing on an island somewhere.”

“On YOUR island that you BOUGHT,” Paul pitched in.

“With three thousand million,” I breathed. “If someone has everything in the world…” my voice trailed. Human nature was a mystery to me. A complete and utter mystery sometimes. Why get involved in drug trading when you had more than you could possibly need. You could fish off your personal island and then declare that island it’s own country if you wanted to. You could give hundreds of thousands of people access to clean water! Education! Tampons!! Essential things!!!

Harry suddenly rested his hand on my thigh beneath the table, completely silent. My mom caught the action, a knowing smirk appearing on her lips.

“Money is wasted,” Father sighed dramatically, placing a hand on his belly. “Oh!! Speaking of, I have an important question for you.”

It took me a second to realize he was looking at me. “Yeah?” I asked, skeptical.

“Can you grab me another bottle of red?”

----

The hot water ran over dishes clattering in the sink, and I winced, but I didn’t pull away. I could still feel the crusted blood beneath my nails.

“Quick, somebody grab a camera.”

Father stood in the entranceway to the kitchen, hands up, mouth open in a ridiculous pressed circle like an orangutan. “Y/N’s doing the dishes!!”

“Haha. Very funny.”

Father sighed, running his hands over his face with a tired smile. “God that was a tiresome dinner, huh.” He tossed the empty wine bottle from hand to hand.

My eyes widened. “Yeahhhh.”

Harry, Paul, and Mother were still by the table, talking on some new financial law. I timed an escape perfectly. So had Father.

“Are you staying the night?”

“Hm.” I hadn’t thought about that. “Maybe.”

“Is he spending the night?”

I smiled, not sure what he was going to say to a boy spending the night. The situation certainly hadn’t come up before. “I don’t think so.”

“I mean, I don’t care. You’re an adult, you can do what you want. Mom might not like the idea.”

In any other case, I’d agree. But this was the Styles boy. I think she’d make an exception. As if knowing where my mind was heading, his blue eyes suddenly twinkled with something mischievous. He finished his thought out loud. “Styles, huh... Isn’t that funny. Where’d you meet this kid?”

“English class. Small world, huh?”

“For how small it is we don’t see Paul too much, do we?” he asked. It was a more serious question than I was used to. One that didn’t need to be answered.

My hand suddenly came too close to the metal faucet, burning it, and I quickly turned it off, moving the dishes to the drying rack. An old Patsy Cline song crackled through the old radio in the kitchen.

“I don’t see too much of-” you either. But the words died on my lips when I saw Father’s notoriously clear eyes, wet with springing tears. I stood, shocked, not quite knowing what to say. I couldn’t be mad at him. Not for money, not for drinking. Maybe it was the wine getting him emotional.

He gave me one of those dad smiles, patting my shoulder. He hugged me, a proper hug, and I stood, stiff, before relaxing, letting myself be held. I hugged him back, feeling like I was six and he’d just told me he was going away for business. “Let’s go to the shake shack soon,” he said, softly, the slight jokey tone trying to reappear. “S’been a while.”

Guilt pricked me. Guilt for growing up, guilt for leaving, guilt for something I couldn’t name. “Course, papa.”

Over his shoulder, I met Harry’s gaze from the kitchen table.

Later at the door, we stood telling Paul goodbye.

Harry stood behind me in a protective stance while Paul adjusted his briefcase. “So what are your plans for the rest of the year? Are you going to add that extra class next semester, finish early?” he asked, the business-technical tone coming back in his voice.

“I’m going to finish my internship at the practice.”

“Good. Good. Then what?” Only half-joking.

“I don’t know, I have another year to figure it out. Go to med school, probably.”

“Probably?!” He knocked on the door as he started to leave. “Time flies! Better figure it out, Y/N.”

I smiled, the only thing I could do.

“At least you’re going into something employable!” he called. The car beeped behind him, and he loaded his briefcase in the car.

I smiled tighter.

“She’ll be fine, Paul,” Mother waved behind me.

He waved back.

“Wait!” Mom called. “You’re not going to give us a hug goodbye?”

He jogged back up the side-yard to the door, giving them hugs. Harry a handshake. Me, a side-hug.

“Will we see you soon?” I asked.

“Why?”

“Thanksgiving.”

His brows rose. “Mom didn’t tell you?”

I shook my head.

“This was our Thanksgiving. I leave for Japan next Wednesday.”

“What?” I knew for a fact Thanksgiving was two weeks out.

“Honey..” she scolded. To Paul, “I told her we were going to do it early, she just doesn’t listen.”

“I’ll be back after Japan.” He exchanged a look with my father I couldn’t quite decipher.

Some vague memory of Mother telling me about an early Thanksgiving was there, buried beneath sororities, and gangs, and policemen questioning me. And beneath a thick layer of pig’s blood.

“Sorry, I forgot.”

But he was already in his car, closing the door behind him.

We stayed until the headlights disappeared, a sharp wind bellowing in and shaking the curtains. Harry didn’t stay to watch Paul leave. When my parents left for their room, I found him by the painted green wood table, picking at the edge.

“This is from my fourth birthday.” I pointed to a dark circle on the edge of the table. “I ate my cake so fast, the candles knocked over and almost put the whole house in flames.”

“You didn’t blow them out?”

“There was cake. I didn’t see the candles.”

He smiled. “You’ve lived here a long time?”

“Since I was born.”

“Not bad.”

I led him wordlessly through my past, going through the 70s living room over plush stained carpet, down the hallway past family photos. It was a wordless tour. He stopped in front of a gold frame. It was all of us, on the beach in white. Paul and I had our arms around each other, laughing with gaps where our baby teeth had fallen out and the new ones had yet to come in. Our parents stood behind us, trying to wrestle us in their own arms, wind-whipped hair covering half my mother’s face. Taken seconds before we all fell over and Paul kneed me in the jewels, Father liked to say.

Harry caught himself staring, easily catching up with me in the short distance to my room.

“The grand reveal,” he murmured.

I was suddenly nervous. He followed close behind, entering a space of Frank Sinatra and Elvis posters. My old white wire bed frame stood in the middle of the small space, Winnie the Pooh sheets and mismatched purple pillows on top. The rest was taken up by a large pink bean bag that touched the foot of my bed and the mirrored closet with a European travel collage I’d taped together in its bottom-right corner when I was sixteen.

He looked up at the glow-in-the-dark stars stuck to my ceiling, oddly reminiscent of his sister’s old nursery room. “It’s cute,” he finally said. And somehow when he said it, it didn’t sound condescending.

He approached the near-empty bookshelf against the wall, now holding my mom’s arts and crafts and random junk bins. Ever since I moved out, more of her had moved in. She still left the walls untouched, though. Harry plucked at a photo booth strip I’d taped to the walls when I was thirteen. The summer after middle school. Matt and I were smiling, tongues out, sticking up our noses, pretending to strangle each other…

He tried to tape it back, but the tape had lost its stick.

“It’s fine,” I said, taking the photo back. I propped it up against the bins.

“Do you have most of your books at the dorm?

“Yeah. The rest we sold a while back.”

“Spring cleaning?”

“Kind of??” I wrestled with whether to tell him the slightly more complicated truth. I’d hesitated too long though, and just came out with it. “Actually no, not really.”

He raised his brow, looking at my lips, waiting for me to digress. For some reason, I didn’t care if he knew. Maybe because I knew he had secrets, too. Even if he wouldn’t tell.

“When we were younger… about four years ago now? It was a really rough time, financially.”

Harry didn’t say anything, didn’t move. I continued, “We had to get rid of a lot of things to afford the lease.”

“You guys have been leasing this same house?”

I nodded. “It’s a lease-to-buy option. So maybe, one day…” I let my voice trail off. Maybe we’d own it. A potential dream, pretty impossible on paper. “It’s an old lady who owns this house, really sweet. She rents the house to us for a lot less than she could. I think it’s because she doesn’t want somebody else to buy it and tear it down, and she liked our family, too. She grew up here.”

He dusted the spine of Jane Austen’s Pride and Prejudice. “That’s one of the few I kept. Cliché, I know, but…” -I shrugged- “Who doesn’t love Mr. Darcy, right?”

He turned, a softness in his eyes.

“We had to sell a lot in the house to make the payment on-time. She’s sweet and has the final say-so, but her family essentially runs her finances. They’re not so sweet.”

“You had to sell your books?”

“They were nice. Rare. My Grandpa picked them up for me in antique bookshops he’d visit when he’d travel. People sell a lot more than that to make it… like their bodies, their souuulllll.”

“Y/N,” he scoffed.

“What?” I sat at the foot of my bed, watching a once-again awkward Harry not quite what to do with his body. “It’s better now! A lot better than what it was. We still live here,” I shrug.

“Why don’t you live somewhere else?”

He didn’t say what he was thinking. Some place we could afford.

“My dad needs to live by the water. It’s his lifeline.” I paused. “That, and wine. If he works this hard and dies tomorrow, he wants to at least enjoy it.”

“Your brother…-”

“Wasn’t always an ass.” I smiled.

“I wasn’t going to say that.”

“I know.” I lay down, closing my eyes. I sensed him move towards my feet. “I don’t think he’s ever forgiven my dad,” I admitted. I didn’t say what for, but as soon as the words were out of my mouth, the words I’d wondered about for years, I regretted it. That was too personal to share, even to Harry. With the tact of someone who learned not to speak about his past, he noticed. He didn’t bat an eye, didn’t press, just silently accepted. He moved his hands along the only other Austen cover I had. Sense and Sensibility.

“You know…” he started, voice delicate as silk. “Austen’s dad went to a publisher on her behalf without even telling her.”

“Really?”

He nodded. “He got declined, but- still. He did everything he could to help her succeed with her work, with her dreams.”

“Where are you going with this Shakespeare.”

“I can see that in your dad. He really loves you.”

I propped myself up on my elbows. “You know, for a boy who’s supposedly failing his classes, you’re pretty smart.”

“Y/N,” he laughed lightly, settling in a strong gaze. “I was never failing.”

The room stilled. “What do you mean?”

“You know what I mean.” He gently nudged my legs over, settling in beside me. I turned on my side, the Austen book cradled in the nicest hands I’d ever seen. “I didn’t know how else to get you alone,” he admitted, a quiet confession.

“Josiah de Saude didn’t know how to talk to a girl.”

“Oh, come off it,” he laughed, my favorite shiny laugh. And suddenly I was grinning, too. “I used to know what to say.” His eyes ran over my face, lingering on my mouth. “But then you came along, Y/N,” he admitted. His smile faded.

With a strong gust of wind, the brush outside thwacked against my window. I jumped. It was always eerie, no matter how old I got. Inside, we had blankets, childhood memorabilia plastered to my walls, the steady thrum of a heater that’d just come out of summer hibernation. The outside wasn’t as calm as it was here. Here, in this mix of childhood and whatever it was that made my heart beat wild, we were safe. If only for a little while.

I almost forgot Harry was next to me before the back of his hand brushed my leg. His fingers stroked my thigh, the skin beneath him tingling. A simple touch was all it took, and suddenly each cell of my body was on high alert, informing me, fairly quickly, that he didn’t let his hands wander. Did he want them to?

“They’re coming after me now,” I said, when it was clear he wasn’t trying anything. His eyes were closed, but his nostrils flared when I spoke. The hickey he’d given me was still there, carefully hidden by pounds of coverup. My fingers memorized its spot. It seemed to burn anew, reminding me of its place as its giver’s face shadowed.

It needed to be said.

Maybe my paranoia wasn’t just paranoia. Maybe it was my sixth sense. A warning. Maybe they really had been watching me. Maybe they’d memorized his mark, too. I remembered Harry shouting at me before disappearing on the field. If they fuck with you, they fuck with me. Was I just a walking target?

“They won’t get to you.”

“They could’ve.”

“They aren’t dumb enough to do something like that,” he glowered.

“Something like what?”

Words stalled at the curve of his lips.

“Something like what,” I repeated, slightly panicking. What had these people done before? Wouldn’t be dumb enough to rape me? Kill me? Hadn’t they come close enough?? His chest rose with a deep breath. “Tonight wasn’t a mistake,” I whispered.

“You’re right, it wasn’t.”

“Well then what do they want? Because if it’s money they’re barking up the wrong tree.” I propped myself on an elbow, silently begging him to open his eyes. He did, hand running gently up my spine. “Do you even know?” I asked, suddenly horrified that he might be as in the dark as me.

He swallowed, hooded eyes darkening.

“They want what I have,” he said. “And they’ll threaten me in any way they can until they get it. They’ll fish out any weakness. And then they’ll exploit it.” His voice softened at weakness.

Money, then. They wanted money. Unless… unless his weakness was me? I shook the thought away.

“Why can’t you tell the police? Why can’t you just… tell them what’s going on?” I was becoming the girl I hated in movies. The girl that as soon as something horrific happened, she made an awful decision to try and solve it herself instead of CALLING THE DAMN COPS. Which is what I yelled at the screen, every time. CALL THE DAMN COPS. Which is what my brain was yelling at me, every day. CALL THE DAMN COPS. Neither of us listened.

“It’s more complicated than that,” he brushed off.

“Does this have to do with your ‘association’ with them?”

His voice turned sharp. “That’s enough with the questions.” A horrific tremble rippled up my spine. The tone, so harsh and authoritative, just like my brother’s, made my skin crawl. He looked at me, sighing. “Please, just trust me on this. The less you know the better.”

“It’s a little hard to trust you when you’re the reason I’m a target.”

My words lingered for a horrible moment. A long, drawn-out silence. I could practically feel them dissolve into Harry’s skin before he sat up, leaping to his feet.

I panicked. “I mean, it’s just hard to trust anyone when there’s so much that could happen. Things I don’t even know that could happen to me. Or even my family.” He scratched his collar, looking at our reflection in the mirror. My body scrambled upright, tearing itself from the blankets. “I don’t know what these guys are capable of. If you could just tell me, maybe-”

“I should go.”

“No, Harry- wait!”

He stalled at the door. I met him there, tugging at his sweater sleeve. He’d looked so lovely in my room, in a different part of my life he’d only just entered. And now to see him leave my safe place so suddenly hurt me deeper than I thought it would. He turned, begrudgingly. The green ivy of his eyes had cooled, hardened, becoming impenetrable.

“Don’t leave. Please. You can’t keep coming and leaving, it’s more than confusing, it’s… it’s completely maddening!”

He leaned his head back against the door, practically groaning, but pinched the bridge of his nose instead. He took several levelled breaths. Finally, “You think I want this?”

I stilled. “Want what?”

The horrifying possibility that “this” referenced us, petrified me. But the insecurity that he didn’t want me vanished when he looked traitorously at my waist, strong hands following suit. They gripped my sides, tugging me lightly forward. Suddenly I was drunk off the thought of them pushing me further, enough to make me dizzy... but they didn’t push. Strong hands kept me a safe distance apart, at any second looking like they could pull me into him or push me away.

“I want so many things, Y/N,” he breathed. “But all of them seem to do with you. And I don’t-” He seemed frustrated with himself as his brows stitched, trying to find the words. “I don’t know how to handle this. Everything’s so entangled.”

A knock at my door made us both jump. It creaked open, Mother poking her head in with a wide smile.

“I heard it was a good game tonight,” she half-whispered.

Harry cocked a smile, and his hands fell from waist. “Yeah, it was.” Guarded eyes look to me. “Y/N went with my sister.”

So he had seen. I couldn't tell if there was irritation lacing his voice, but there certainly wasn’t joy. Entangled….

“Oh, that’s fun. We’ll have to go watch you sometime huh honey?”

I nodded slowly, eyes wide, silently asking what in the HECK are you doing in here??

She drummed her fingers along the door. “Are you staying the night? You’re more than welcome to sleep on the couch. I know it doesn’t look that big, but it’s actually quite comfortable with all the blankets...”

“You’re so sweet, really,” he started. And Mother believed it. I believed it. His entire look softened. “But I can’t, unfortunately. I have an early practice tomorrow. And I have to get gas on my way home.”

My heart sank. The car. He needed to move my car.

“Oh, really?” Mother opened the door wider. “It’s getting late, though. It started raining…”

“I’m used to a little rain,” he said, slipping past my mother. I remained behind her, arms crossed. “Thank you for having me. It was a lovely dinner.” He looked to me, betrayed and abandoned, something sad and regretful brimming in his eyes. He lifted a finger to his brow in salute, then turned on his heel, heading down the hall.

“Bye Harry!” She called. Then, to me, “Don’t you want to walk him out?”

I shook my head, fighting back a slew of angry words as I sulked to my window. I opened it, wide, letting the first sprinkles of rain hit my face.

“Oh honey, shut that, you’ll get the sill all wet.”

“I just want to feel it for a little while,” I said.

“You’ll catch cold!”

“Mom, please.”

She flinched. “Okay. Just a little, though. Want me to close your door?”

I nodded, a gust of wind blowing and almost slamming it shut itself.

“A storm’s coming, Y/N,” she shivered. “Don’t stand there too long.”

I wasn’t sure when she left my doorway, but I knew when he left the driveway. An engine roared to life and the rain surged with a frenzy. I listened as the grumbling faded away, down the street and off to somewhere unknown - but not out of my life. That part wasn’t in my control, but there were things that were. I couldn’t stand around and wait for him anymore. Mother was right.

I closed the window, walking to the foot of my bed. Alone, a soppy looking girl stared back at me from the mirror. She sat on a familiar bed, wet hair plastering her face, droplets hanging from her nose, from her lashes. She looked only partly relaxed, the rest of her poised, tensed, like she could either jump or sleep in any given second. She looked exhausted.

But there was something alive, still. Just beyond her eyes, a little ember catching spark.

I wasn’t going to stand around. The window had already opened. The rain had hit the fan and it’d soaked me through. Nothing was going to change unless I did. Unless I moved.

Waiting for a boy to verify my safety?

Yeah, no thanks. If Madame Bovary taught me anything,

I’d get that myself.

part 19

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Un-Porch-unately || Deirdre & Morgan

Morgan and Deirdre, sitting on a porch, T-A-L-K-I-N-G

Finding herself driving up to Morgan and Cece’s house wasn’t exactly how Deirdre planned her Valentine’s night to go. Her little cemetery dalliance with Josephine had gone well, had gone exactly like she hoped it would and then some. It served its purpose as a distraction from Morgan, and the solidifying in her mind that she’d simply never speak to or see the human ever again, as she should have from the start. And then she was here, stepping on to creaky porch wood and staring at Morgan’s slumped body. “You weren’t joking about the porch,” the banshee blinked. She had, in her infinite wisdom, thought to pull the blanket she kept in her car out and draped it over her arm. She was still dressed from her date night, if not a little disheveled. Morgan on the other hand had definitely seen better days. She stood awkwardly, half on the steps and half on the porch. “Morgan?”

Morgan had gained enough brain cells from her douse of tub water to make it to the porch with an oversize jar of water. What she didn’t gain was the coordination to drink it without spilling half the contents on herself. Just that kind of night, I guess. She set the jar somewhere nearby and curled on the cold wood, half propped by the deck chair. She almost missed Deirdre’s voice as some boozy concoction from her brain until she saw her stood on the steps. “Shit,” she groaned. “You’re here. Um…” She began to laugh and cry at the same time, voice rasping, “How’s it going?”

“You know,” Deirdre began, slowly ascending the steps and crouching beside Morgan. She unfolded the blanket and with motions far too gentle for a murderer, draped it across the human’s shoulders. “You’re terrible at taking care of yourself.” There was more to be said, more to be done between them---but Deirdre ignored it in favor of focusing on what was. She fell beside the human with a short huff, toeing off her heels as she stretched. “Shouldn’t I be asking you that?” She turned her head, gentle concern sat behind her brown eyes. “Shit is a very reassuring response to seeing me. Should I go? I can go?” She gestured to her car, parked haphazardly on the curb. Her voice betrayed her teasing just as much as it did her worry. “How are you?”

“That’s me,” Morgan deadpanned. “Miss Disaster Queen. And I didn’t mean it like--” She paused, almost certain she had to have again, but it was only a dry spasm. She deflated with relief. “I didn’t mean it like that,” she said. “And I’m sitting on my porch, with more alcohol in my body than a frat boy on rush week, alone. My heart’s been broken and I just found out my mom had a whole life here I never knew about.” She shivered, stiff and uncomfortable with her own honesty. It took too many brain cells to lie, to even avoid. And Deirdre was right here, close enough for Morgan to fold herself into ten times over. “Please don’t disappear right now,” she said. “You just got here.”

So she’d really meant it when she said she wasn’t talking about Harry Potter. Though Deirdre could hardly decipher a drunk and discordant message. She’d ask, eventually. She figured Morgan wanted to talk about it and she knew that they should. For now, she decided comfort was paramount. “Your heart’s not broken,” she smiled, shifting closer to Morgan until she could pull her into a half hug. The view from their porch was nothing to write home about, something about staring at a dead street at night wasn’t particularly appealing, but she kept her eyes forward. “If it beats, it’s not broken.” She glanced at the human finally, finding her hand and squeezing it. “Do you want to talk about your mother?”

Morgan made a laugh that hurt her chest like a sob. “Leave it to a banshee to lay down the perspective,” she rasped. “But you have to know what I mean, right? How else was I supposed to feel this morning?” She leaned into Deirdre’s side anyway and forced her lungs to breathe deep. Any minute now, she’d feel like she stopped running. Any minute now. “I don’t even know what to say. I...I mean what else don’t I know now? I thought after my dad, we had a clean slate. That I had...that she changed and gave me everything she could. But she babysat for this family, these witches. This big, happy family that...sits down at a dinner table. Maybe they say grace. Maybe...I don’t know! I can’t even imagine. And they want to meet me, this family--but I---” She shook her head and burrowed in more. “I just don’t--I feel the floor coming out from under me even thinking about it.”

Deirdre smiled, finding she was doing a lot more of it than she anticipated. She wasn’t a kind person, and nowhere near a comforting one, and humans were like specks of dust and yet, here she was. Holding Morgan tighter, both cursing and thanking the blanket between them. Don’t talk about the other thing, she breathed. She’d avoid that can of worms for as long as she could. So, instead, she simply listened, a rumble of a hum as indication that she was following along. “Then don’t think about it,” and for Deirdre, it was as simple as that. It could be as simple as that. “I’m assuming your mother lied to you, about something rather large. Now there’s a nice family that wants you over and there sits a life you never had. So, don’t think about it. You’re not there right now. You’re on a porch with someone who is, very easily, the most attractive person in this town. You’ve got,” she paused, glancing over, “what I hope is a jar of water. And this very nice blanket that costs more than I’d like to admit.” She reached her other arm out, holding Morgan against her in a proper embrace. “Don’t think about it. Take it in pieces and…” Deirdre freed an arm just long enough to knock against the porch. “The floor stays right where it is.” She moved her arm back. “What bothers you about the big, happy family of witches?”

Morgan worked her arms around Deirdre and held onto her as tight as she could, shaking her head. “They do not need me on their hands, Deirdre. Whatever it is that’s going to happen to me next. Or if...if they’re going to be what happens to me next, I couldn’t…” She clamped her jaw and whimpered, holding back more definite, ugly cries. Breathed again. Any minute now. Any minute now the running would stop. “I can’t believe I never told you what my mom lied to me about. I feel like you know everything else there is about me,” she mumbled. “You get three guesses, about the biggest life-screwer in my tragic past. The thing that...god, that I lost sleep over from at least--twelve? Thinking it was my fault. Or that I was crazy. She let me grow up thinking it was me, Deirdre. And it’s not, I know, but it also kind of is.”

“But you’re not on their hands, it’s just…” Deirdre trailed off. Fates, she wasn’t good at doing this. She shouldn’t even have been doing this in the first place. She should leave, she shouldn’t have come. She shouldn’t have said anything and yet---”Hey…” Her hand found its way to Morgan’s hair, working her way through strands the way someone who cared might--if Deirdre knew anything about that. “Three guesses, huh? Not the most alluring of guessing games but…” she breathed out, trying to hold Morgan tighter, if that were somehow possible. “I’m assuming your father died before your mother, and you’ve told me you found out about your curse later in life so...do those events relate to each other?” What was it with families and lying to their children?

“Yeah,” Morgan whispered. “I was eighteen. We were on the highway together and his hand just fell. Off the wheel. We hopped over three lanes of traffic and into a palm tree. And I called an ambulance, ran around this whole shopping strip screaming for the address of this place. But he was gone. And the car was totaled, again. And after all the, the stupid formal stuff with the burial and the people, I--presented this case to my mom, every disaster since I was born, everything I’d been around that set us back. I asked her if… if I was born wrong. And that’s how I came out to my mom. And that’s how she finally told me some troublemaking asshole from White Crest got us cursed. I just didn’t realize it was because she’d been to look.” She let out another breath, body sagging. If she could sigh enough, wear out her voice enough, breathe in Deirdre’s scent enough, maybe it could all stop.

What did you say about that? What were you supposed to say to make things better? Questions Deirdre thought she’d never ask herself bounced around her mind. The answer sat somewhere far beyond her reach and she’d never ached to chase something as much as she did the solution. Emotions never suited her. “I’m sorry,” she said, a weak and worthless thing to say, but the only thing she could think of. She pressed her lips to the top of Morgan’s head, hopping instead that it might do something. Anything. “Your mother shouldn’t have---and she’s not here to answer your questions and I don’t---” she gulped. “I-I’m sorry, Morgan.” The trauma was starting to form a picture, the death and its burden. How did you begin to take pain like that away? And why exactly did she want to? Human concerns weren’t hers, Morgan’s problems weren’t hers. “...and I’m sorry I don’t know what to say.” And yet, somehow, she was here.

Deirdre’s lips sent a beam of stillness down through Morgan’s head, down to her heart, her bones, and all the little fractured pieces deep inside her. They didn’t mend themselves like some cheesy Harry Potter magic, they just stopped trembling long enough for Morgan to remember what stillness even was. “Hey,” she whispered, straining up to press her head against the banshee’s. “Sometimes that’s all there is to say. Okay? That’s all.” She breathed deep and pressed her lips to Deirdre’s cheek. “You’re here, aren’t you?”

Then what was the point? Deirdre held her tongue. What was the point of sharing truth and spilling trauma if it couldn’t be fixed? Why was she here at all? She hated feeling useless and there was nothing she felt more then. Even so, she turned her head, catching Morgan’s lips with hers in a kiss that she prayed to gods she knew didn’t exist, would say all it needed to. She cared. More than she wanted to and more than she should and one day she’d find a way to wrench those feelings from her chest but for now she’d let them live, let them ache to carry burdens that weren’t hers. Her shoulders were heavy enough, part of her wanted to scream, she didn’t need this too. And yet--- “I am here,” she pulled away, leaning into Morgan. She wouldn’t be staying here, obviously, but she was there for the moment and maybe that would be enough. Deirdre couldn’t think of a thing to say, so she settled on the one thing that had stuck out in her mind. “I missed talking to you,” she confessed, imagining Morgan had already worried herself sick about the rest of her problems. They’d circle back to the thing with the family of witches; Deirdre also imagined that conversation was healthy---not that she’d know, really. “Weirdly, it’s only been two days, but there was a lot of Grey’s Anatomy in those two days and…” and she imagined she was doing a really poor job of trying to help here. Maybe distraction was a bad angle.

Morgan gasped when Deirdre shifted and took her lips. She went still—had she somehow been the one to manifest this the terrible force of missing her? Was this alright? Did she taste too much like sick?—but Deirdre persisted with an earnestness that made Morgan’s eyes well anew. Soon she was pressing back with her own silent pleading gestures. “I missed you too,” she murmured after. “A-all of it. But talking the most. Do you know how many words I’m used to reading from you every day?” She laughed, a wet, tired sound. “I can guess how many. There’ve been times when a Grey’s watch was all I was capable of doing.” She nuzzled her cool cheek, gulping the air to fuel more stillness. “You um, you could tell me where you’re at? You could tell me anything right now and I’d be interested.”

"We...do use a lot of words," Deirdre chuckled lightly into the night air. Maybe there was something to be said about shifting from dead parents to Grey's Anatomy but Deirdre considered it the grand steps in her plan to shift out of here. "I'm on the third season; I've noticed a habit of speeches in that show. Do humans enjoy monologue that much?" Now if only she could get her body to move away. Morgan sounded tired. She could sleep, Deirdre could be gone, this night could be forgotten and distance could be dutifully maintained. "Oh? Anything? That's great because there's these indexed annuity rates that I'd love to discuss and…" Deirdre tried to peel herself away, though it turned more into awkwardly leaning back. As much as it pained her to move away, and it did, she figured there wasn't a discussion to be had about it—some things simply had to be done. "You sound tired." Maybe they wouldn't circle back to the witches, but it was all the better for it anyway.

“Maybe not actually enjoy, but wish we could. I might follow that better than—” Morgan felt Deirdre shift herself under her. She pressed in closer, almost making dead weight out of herself. It was too soon, way too soon. She didn’t respond right away, just hung on like a desperate child. “...I am, yeah,” she admitted feebly. It was true, and no matter what she wanted, staying on the porch all night was probably a bad idea. “If you um...you...you could…” But Morgan couldn’t make the polite words come. Some idea of being easy and accommodating about this, their whole mess, floated at the edge of her consciousness, but it was just a blur in the night. She set her head on her shoulder, exhausted by the effort, and asked simply, “Do you really want to go? Right now?”

There were no rules about this. Dozens on how to slit a throat, hundreds about how fate should be obeyed and a handful of rules against this sort of thing, really. But nothing that told Deirdre what to do and how. Morgan didn't seem to want her to leave, or perhaps she was simply desperate for the company, and it wouldn't have mattered at all who came. Instead she had, and it seemed only one of them was willing to do what had to be done. Sorry about your dead family and a childhood of being lied to, bye now, was certainly not the kindest thing but then again, she'd never claimed to be kind. "I should go," she said instead, her favored dance of avoiding the responsibility of choice—claiming for as long as she could that there was some higher power that ruled her heart. "I should go. You should go back inside and sleep. In the morning, you should tell a friend about this. Remmy, or...anyone, really. And you tell them about the witches too and I…" she trailed off, Morgan was a lump against her and despite her supposed willingness to do what was necessary, Deirdre couldn't find the heart to push her away. "You're tired."

“Please don’t,” Morgan said. She didn’t have an elaborate argument or a three story thesis about why this should go her way. She only had her want, the only thing in her that ever grew hungrier than her sadness. “I know...off the porch is a good idea. We...should definitely do that. But please don’t. I can’t add saying bye to you and hearing you go and thinking if this is going to be the only way I get to see you from now on to my night. If you could just wait til I’m asleep and not make me do that—please, okay, Deirdre?” She peeled herself off just enough for Deirdre to look at her, sticky, water damp, tired, desperate. “I think you know you matter too much to be interchangeable in my day. And maybe you don’t know that I don’t want you to choose between me and your gods, because that’s not fair, and then you wouldn’t be you, but you do now. And I just want a spot on the plate too, or a turn, I just—” There was a speech tangled in her head somewhere. Something good and charming and wonderful that even Shonda Rhimes would approve of, but the tide of alcohol in her mind was pulling it apart with so many cold, slippery fingers. Morgan grimaced. “Um. Back to...first thing. Can you stay. Can it be my turn, until I fall asleep?”

Deirdre wasn't listening, not really. Her heart thrummed too loud in her ears, unused to beating with that intensity, and her mind raged with trying to reconcile desire and duty into one again. She hadn't been listening to what Morgan was saying, mostly because she'd already decided it wasn't anything she should be hearing. The sight of Morgan's sunken face cut her thoughts into silence for a moment and the banshee waited, hoping her mother might come and rip them apart and she could avoid, again, any liability for acting out of heart instead of mind. Deirdre breathed shakily, "I—" she hadn't been listening, but she did catch the tail end of Morgan's words. "Do you want to go inside then?" She turned her head to look at the door in an obvious attempt to avoid looking at Morgan, and then turned her head to look at her car, a relic of a time she'd barreled down empty roads fraught with worry. "Or we could go to my house if you—" and then she looked at Morgan again, a mistake she chided herself for instantly. She hadn't confessed the truth; that those speeches Grey's Anatomy were largely skipped through, the fae unable to stomach observing that kind of unabashed display of emotion. They didn't suit her and most of all, she simply didn't know what to do with them. "I feel sick," an emotion foreign to her bubbled over. Her heart, once slow, pounded against her cold chest. And whatever this was, it made her legs itch to run. "I don't—I want to stay. I want to take care of you, even though I don't know how or why or if I should. And I want to be here, and I want to stay until you fall asleep and when you wake but I just—I don't think I can. I'm not—this isn't—I feel sick." She gulped, itching to move but unable to find the strength to do anything more than squirm. "Please don't ask me to stay, Morgan. I don't—I can't—I don't want to talk about this." She couldn't remember the last time she felt panicked.

There was more happening with Deirdre than Morgan knew how to process. But she understood the part where Deirdre wanted to be with her, and she understood that she was maybe having an anxiety attack about it. “Hey. Shhh…” she whispered. “Hey. You have to breathe, okay?” She put her hand over Deirdre’s heart. It thundered under her palm like the chariot. Her poor banshee, usually so still. So together. “Breathe with me?” She inhaled, deep and exaggerated. Held. Released. Slow and steady. Again. In. Held. Out. “Together. Like this.” In. Hold. Out. “Sometimes, pressure helps. Physically. It keeps you closer to here, instead of that place, where this happens.” In. Hold. Out. “Will that help?”

The last time someone tried to steady Deirdre's breathing, it was her great-great-grandmother and there was a stack of jars she needed to scream at. It was embarrassing then, it was embarrassing now. "Don't. I'm not—" her heart hammered against Morgan's hand, as if aching to be held, to escape from its prison of ribs and flesh and into Morgan's hands. She knew these techniques, they were the basics to controlling a scream. But there wasn't a death she was trying to swallow back or aim. In. Out. "H-hold on. I'm not—I came here to help you, not the other way around—" In. Hold. Out. What was she doing? "I—hey, stop it." She'd burned with the desire to take pain away from Morgan, this wasn't her idea of doing that. "Your father died, your mother's a liar, there's a family of witches and I don't know how they factor into this and you—stop it! What are you doing to me?" Magic? It felt like magic. "I don't want to breathe, Morgan!" In. Out. In. Out. Was she supposed to be holding the breath in? "I want to you to be happy. Pressure does not help! Nothing helps! I had sex in a cemetery and still I'd rather be here and how does that help and what are you doing? Stop it." Deirdre tried to swat Morgan's hand away. "I'm trying to help you, stop helping me! It's past your bedtime!"

“You’re not breathing,” Morgan chided. She let go of Deirdre’s heart and took up her hands instead, scooting back to give her more space. She’d lost the pace for their breathing somewhere in there, but she could find it again. In. Hold. Out. “You have to. Just do it, okay?” In. Hold. Out. “We take turns,” she said. In. Hold. Out. “You came. And now--” In. Hold. Out. “I’m gonna make you breathe. Until it’s over. And then, we’ll go somewhere I can sleep. And you’ll be there, until I do. We help each other. It’s not either-or. That’s how it works. Concentrate, okay?” In. Hold. Out. “If not for you, then for me?”

"It is either-or! We can't be happy together that's not—it's zero-sum and—" Deirdre gulped. In. Out. In. Hold. Out. She knew the theory, it had simply never been applied in this way and it never should have been. This breathing preceded a scream, a goal in the end—not calmness, destruction. "Stop it." She did settle, finding no alternative to the problem at hand than following Morgan's lead. In. Hold. Out. "Stop it. We're not—I came here to help and I can't so I'm going to leave and you're going to speak to someone who knows how to do anything other than shattering glass and rupturing lungs and—" pain, something Morgan didn't need more of. In. Hold. Out. "This isn't—Stop helping me. That's not what I came here for and that's not what you wanted in having me here so we're not doing this. I'm not breathing." In. Out. Deirdre huffed, simply to show she wouldn't listen. It was childish, but she couldn't think of what she should be doing anymore. "Don't say that—that's not fair—" she croaked out, "If not for you, then for me—that's not fair. I'd do just about anything for y—" she sighed, cutting herself off. "I hate this."

“You really don’t get it, huh?” Morgan asked. Maybe the fully sober, smarter version of herself had the idea tucked away, that no one had ever loved Deirdre the way she should have been. No one explained what ‘no matter what’ and ‘together’ meant, and so she, poor wandering girl, knew even less than Morgan about what to do with this. But it fell like an air drop from the sky on Morgan now. She fumbled for the jar of water and chugged. Her eyes were burning to cry again, but she didn’t have anything left. She was hoarse and tired and warm and cold and sad and alive and she needed something to stay upright in the middle of it all. “Holding me helps,” she said, shifting again and tucking herself into Deirdre’s side. If she wasn’t going to let her manage her body through this, she may as well get more comfortable riding it out. “And telling me what you think. Even if it doesn’t make sense to me. Or something to distract me with Your voice is nice, so it helps. Like...if the hurt was a giant block I’m carrying, when you do that, it’s like you’re carrying some of it too. And it’s not as hard to carry anymore. And I can almost rest.” She pressed her lips to her shoulder. “And you already gave that to me, so.” She was quiet awhile, listening to the night and half floating off into a vodka soaked cloud in her mind. “I’d do most anything for you too, you know. I think it’s like alchemy. it goes back and forth. And sometimes, together, two ingredients fuse into one thing, with their separate parts still visible. Together and apart at the same time. And you never asked what I wanted or needed out of you coming here. How can you know what I’m asking for isn’t it?”

Deirdre felt like a child; sat on the floor like one, useless like one, groping around in the dark. No, she didn't get it. And she opened her mouth to ask but was cut off by the sheer oddity of watching Morgan down water as if she was dying from thirst. If she'd been that desperate for it, why didn't she just drink it sooner? Deirdre let that question sit unspoken on her tongue too. When Morgan's speech came this time, the banshee listened. None of it made sense. Of course Morgan had that in common with Grey's Anatomy; with humans and their words and so much of it was lost to the fae. But Morgan said being held helped and so Deirdre reached out, forgetting why she let go in the first place. Together and apart at the same time—it didn't make sense either. She'd been good with working humans when she knew what to say, when compassion could be faked and simple logic could be applied. This was so far from something she was capable of that she was left to wonder at all what Morgan could possibly gain. Deirdre had come here to help. And she couldn't. So therefore, she needed to leave. Deirdre came here to make sure Morgan drank some water, and the human had done that by herself. So therefore, she was useless and her staying was no longer necessary. Morgan needed to sleep. She couldn't do that on a porch and Deirdre had no desire to potentially face Morgan's housemate. So therefore, there existed one solution: leave. "What do you want or need from me then, Morgan?"

Morgan sighed with relief as Deirdre put her arms around her at last. “For tonight? I already said,” she told Deirdre. “And you already told me you want to. But if going inside is too much, I guess it’ll just have to happen out here.” She nuzzled Deirdre’s neck. It was not ideal, but she wanted this more than she wanted her bed. If she had to choose, and, apparently, she did, Morgan considered it an easy call. “I want to fall asleep in Deirdre Dolan’s arms. It’s been a shitty few days, and I feel the most better when I’m with her, and I don’t think I have more than an hour of consciousness left in me anyways. I know it’s a little hard, but I really want this. And I’ll find a way to give you something back later, if you want me to.”

"No, I know what you said, I just don't understand it." Deirdre sighed. "You've given me enough, I don't—" but logically, falling asleep on a porch didn't sound particularly generous to either of them. She couldn't understand what was pleasing about falling asleep in the arms of someone who felt effectively like a corpse, but she figured Morgan and her one hour of consciousness didn't need to worry about answering that question for now. And so, Deirdre groaned; once set in trying to leave, now working around another solution. "You're not falling asleep on a porch, Morgan. It's cold and I'm cold and you're human so it's just…" Deirdre sighed again, the feeling of Morgan cozied into her was nice. "I can carry you to my car, which I understand is unnecessary but it's a symbolic gesture. And then I can drive us to my house. And then you can sleep on a bed, not a porch, still in my arms, if you'd like. And in the morning, someone makes you breakfast and that, I think, makes more sense than this." The banshee let out another breath, then took one in slowly. In. Hold. Out. "If you'd like, but I'm not letting you sleep outside."

Morgan lifted her head enough to look at Deirdre. “I very much like,” she said, and slipped her arms about her neck. “Symbolic gesture and everything. All of it.” She kissed the tip of her nose, chaste and sweet, and shifted her legs around to make it easier for Deirdre. She would’ve been okay with being cuddled on the couch, or melting in her regular bedsheets, badly in need of a wash. And maybe she would have had to wonder if she made any of it up, but it would have been a familiar feeling. But stars and sky, it was so nice to have more than just okay. “Take me away, McBanshee.”

The mortification wasn’t lost on Deirdre, neither was the sudden realization that she lacked the exact degree of strength it took to effortlessly lift a body. She’d been trained in how to carry plenty of dead ones, but not a living and breathing human she truly cared enough to want to strain herself carrying. The symbolism had better have been worth it. Scrunching her face up as Morgan pressed her lips to her nose in a fleeting action told her that it was. And for a moment, brief as a peck on the nose, nothing else mattered. “Call me McBanshee again and I’m throwing you into a lake.” And even though a threat like that out of her cold lips was usually as serious as it could be, her tone betrayed her heart’s fondness--and her lips quirked into a smile as she carried Morgan. “But a nice lake, Madame Morgan.” It wasn’t how she planned her Valentine’s to end and yet, the night, cold and uncaring, remained changed. Her bed would be just a little smaller, and they were both all the better for it.

#wickedswriting #c: morgan #mor-beck-more-problems #chatzy #unporchunately #like unfortunately but with a porch #id like to say that these two lose the plot so often that i have no idea what the plot is

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3 A.M. (Shakespeare Extra)

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Harry X Reader (AU)

In which Harry is a poetic frat boy who just so happens to be the TA for your new English class.

Read Shakespeare here.

Author’s note: This has been a long time coming but I don’t really think it will satisfy anyone. Pls don’t hate me. :) AND DON’T FORGET TO LIKE AND REBLOG, MAYBE LEAVE SOME FEEDBACK. XX

He misses you so fucking much.

The hollow in Harry's chest seems to widen every time he thinks of you. It's been this way for six months, since he left you in tears at the airport. Lately, though, it's been so much worse.

It went so well for months. You would call him every night and chat about school, or his new job, or another poem from his journal that you read. You would tell him that you missed him and he would return the sentiment. But things have slowed with your summer break, and now he hasn't heard from you in a week.

Part of it might be his fault. He knows you feel the same ache that he does, but he doesn't want you waiting around for some miraculous way for the two of you to see each other again. He wants you to live your life and enjoy college. He told you as much, and he tries to forget the offended tone you used when you replied, claiming that you were working two jobs over your break to save up enough money to go visit him.

Since Harry's been in London, he hasn't felt the urge to see any of his old friends. No one seems good enough company. His job as an English teacher happens to be more work than he ever thought. He enjoys it to an extent, but he's not allowed the creative license that he would like. He wakes up and goes to work, comes home to his cheap, dingy flat, all alone, and then repeats it the next day.

Tonight, however, he can't get you off his mind. It's the first time he's been able to put pen to paper and scribble out a quick poem since the first week he got back. It was heated and passionate and even vulgar. He pictured you in all your glory, spread out for him, and for the past hour since he finished writing, he hasn't been able to forget the memories, like a film reel looping through his mind.

Harry is achingly hard. He's swollen and pink, and just the thought of you has him leaking frustratedly onto the sheets. When this all began, he hoped that he'd be able to refrain from touching himself and then be able to drift to sleep, but the hope has dissipated. Every time he shifts, even the gentle brush of cotton has his hips lifting from the mattress, searching for a more satisfactory source of friction.

"Jus' need..." Harry groans and surrenders, kicking the blankets down his body. He feels cool air drifting through the open window beside his bed, chilling his flushed, exposed skin. His hand drifts down his body, closing into a tight fist around his throbbing cock.

Harry lets out a ragged moan as he gives himself a rough pull. He thumbs his tip, collecting a dribble of precome and dragging it down his length. The touch of his hand gives him some relief, but it's not enough, and he feels even further gone than he did before.

The clock beside his bed reads three in the morning, and he's already doing the math to figure out your time zone. You should be awake. His free hand fumbles for his phone and he has his thumb poised over your contact before he pauses. He's not sure if you want to speak with him, or even if you'll pick up. But maybe you haven't been actively ignoring him. Maybe you've just been busy. And he needs to hear your voice. He doesn't think he's ever needed anything more.

The phone rings as Harry puts it on speaker. He sets the device on the pillow beside his head, hoping beyond hope that you'll answer.

"Hello?" You sit up in bed as you answer the phone. You've only been curled up for a few minutes, and you certainly weren't expecting a phone call from Harry. It's been a week since you've spoken to him, but you can feel a relieved warmth settle over you. You've missed him.

"Y/N," Harry breathes. He lets out a shaky sigh. His voice is deeper than usual, and rough around the edges. If you didn't know him so well, you might just think that he's tired. But you do know him, and the knowledge that he's hard and needy for you has your gut twisting in excitement. "Hi, angel."

"Harry," you whisper, settling back down against the mattress. "What are you doing?"

"Wanted t'know how yeh've been 'nd—"

"That's not why you called," you interrupt bluntly.

"I—"

"It's okay," you soothe. You want this just as much as he probably does. The two of you haven't done anything more than chat for almost a month now. "Tell me what you're thinking about."

Harry lets out a groan, one that's heavy and low and rumbles with the static of the call. "Can' stop thinkin' 'bout yeh," he confesses. "Thinkin' 'bout yeh everywhere—on top o' me, underneath me. Christ, I jus' wanna feel yeh, love."

Your body ignites at the desperation in his voice. You miss him so much. Just speaking isn't enough. You want to feel him and smell him and hold him. The shirt that he gave you has begun to lose his scent. Now, the only way to smell him at all is to press your nose directly into the material.

"I wanna feel you, too," you whisper, squeezing your eyes closed in an attempt to picture him here with you.

"Touch yourself fo' me, pet," Harry begs. "Please." You can hear his mattress squeaking as he shifts in bed. Across the ocean, he's tugging at himself to the thought of you, to the sound of your voice. The realization makes you moan out as you slip your fingers beneath your panties.

"I'm really wet," you inform Harry, blushing despite the fact that he can't see you. You trail your hand between your folds, pressing a finger gently to your clit.

Harry practically growls at your confession. "Bet yeh are," he grumbles. "Bet yeh're fuckin' soaked. Bet yeh're tight and warm, too." He moans brokenly, and you know he has a vise-like grip around his cock. "Dip your fingers in tha' cunt fo' me, yeah?"

You throb at his words, aching for him to be the one touching you. You don't think you've ever needed someone else to touch you this way before, and the knowledge that he physically can't has you nearing frustrated tears.

"Harry," you whimper, doing as you're told. Your walls hug two fingers tightly as you pump deeply into yourself. You can only imagine that they're Harry's fingers, even though the width and length and texture of them are so wrong. "I want you so much."

"Fuck. Want yeh, kitten. Want yeh so bad."

On the other end of the phone, Harry spits into the palm of his hand before wrapping his fingers around his length again. He can hear your labored breathing pouring from the phone, and it only spurs him on. His fist tightens, twisting as he pulls from the base of himself to the head of his length. He lets out a hungry moan. He doesn't know what to picture first. His mind keeps flashing with images of all the ways you've gotten him off. He can see your hand moving slowly, deliberately along his dick, experimenting with him and figuring out what he likes. He can see your pretty little mouth wrapped around him, looking sinful and devilish as you suckle at his tip. And he can see your cunt, swallowing him whole. He can see himself balls-deep inside of you, and a heavy groan tears from his chest as he squeezes himself the way your walls always did.

"Need yeh," Harry begins before he cuts himself off with a shaky gasp. He’s so desperate that he can barely breathe. "Need yeh t'come. Need t'hear yeh come, love. Can yeh do tha'?"

You whimper again, nodding before you remember that he can’t see you. The knowledge of the distance between you reappears with a painful pinch in your gut, but you ignore it. For now, for these few minutes, you can put those thoughts to the back of your mind. “Yes,” you answer.

“Tha’s a good girl. Such a good girl fo’ me, pet.”

You rub methodically at your clit. It’s nothing new, in fact it’s rather mundane, but with Harry panting at you, huffing ragged breaths as he imagines the two of you together, there’s a thick layer of excitement that makes getting off so much easier. Your head tips back, your phone nearly slipping out of your hand as you find your release, jerking against your own fingers, moaning brokenly.

Harry pumps himself faster at the sounds you make. It’s not long before he’s coming. It’s so painfully relieving and good that he chokes on his own breath, but his lips still form your name, over and over, like a chant.

He stains his bedsheets. His hand and his cock are so raw and slick that he can’t even slow to calm himself down, he has to stop all at once. But he feels better. So much better.

The moans and mutterings fade into staggered breathing from both lines. You wait for Harry to say something and he waits for you to speak. The seconds tick by.

“Harry?” you whisper when you just can’t stand it anymore.

“‘M here,” he whispers back. His voice sounds even rockier than when you answered the phone.

You lapse back into silence. You don’t know what to say. You don’t know how to remove the obstacles that stand between you. You settle on the simplest of questions, the least damaging.

“Do you want me to visit?”

Harry opens his mouth repeatedly, ready to form words, before rethinking. He wants to be able to hold you in his arms, he wants to be able to watch your lips move while you talk, he wants to be able to sift his fingers through your hair. He wants so much that involves you being physically with him. But does he want you to visit?

Honestly, he doesn’t know. He doesn’t know whether he wants you to pop in for a week, two weeks, only to be ripped away from him again. He’s been so good for the past few months, but surely that would drive him to drink.

“Harry?” You’ve sat up by now. Your sheets are pooled around your feet and you don’t bother untangling them. You can only stare at the wall.

“I—” Harry swallows thickly and stares up at his ceiling. If he’s going to tell you anything, it should be the truth. You deserve the truth. “I don’ know.”

Three words. Three words and your heart has sunk deep into your belly. It stings.

“What do you mean?” You’re sure you meant to deliver that question with some heat but it comes out all soft and uncertain.

“I don’ know, Y/N. Feels like ‘s only gonna hurt both of us, don’ yeh think?”

“No, I don’t think, Harry.” This time, there is a painful power to your words. You’ve spent almost every waking moment since he left thinking about him, and he’s weaseled his way into some of your dreams too. You love him. You want him. “I’m hurting right now.”

Harry squeezes his eyes closed. He’s hurting, too. He’s hurting a lot. But nothing in the immediate future can soothe either of you. And you visiting would only be a temporary fix, a bandaid over an infected wound.

“I don’ want yeh t’hurt,” he mumbles, licking his dry lips.

“Then stop trying to hurt me.”

“I am not tryin’ t’hurt yeh, Y/N,” Harry whispers fiercely.

“It feels like you are.”

He bunches his sticky hand up in his dirty sheets and lets out a gust of air. None of this is what he wants. But it doesn’t feel fair of him to drag this out for another couple of years until you’re done with school. And even then, would you really want to move to England for him? Leave your family, your friends? If it was only that easy. But somehow, he thinks you deserve better than this. Better than spotty calls and desperate phone sex and a boyfriend that’s thousands of miles and an ocean away. He wants you to enjoy your college experience the same way that he did, without having him to occupy your thoughts. And he doesn’t want you wasting your summer vacations at work just to come see him for a few days at a time. None of this is fair. To either of you.

“Think we should…” he begins. What does her think? That the two of you should break up? He doesn’t like that. It sounds so final, like your relationship is lost and hopeless. “Think we should maybe take a break.”

Your end of the phone call is silent. Harry waits quietly, patiently for you to say something, anything. He expects tears, like he can feel pooling along the lids of his own eyes. Is he making the right decision?

“A break?” you finally ask, and there isn’t a hint of sadness in your voice. There’s a whole lot of anger, though. “So, we don’t talk? And when does that end, Harry? When school starts up again? When I graduate? When you get bored of being alone?”

“That’s not—”

“You called me. Not the other way around. So, what? You get to come and then decide that I’m not worth it? We can’t be together because you have to get yourself off?”

“No, Y/N.” Harry sits up himself now. His heart is threatening to beat right out of his chest. He’s questioning his every thought and word. Is this really for the best? There’s no going back if it’s not. “This is completely unrelated t’that. ’S just not fair t’us. I don’ think—”

“You do not get to decide what is unfair for me,” you snap at him. "You’ve made this decision without me. It is not mutual. So remember that the next time you want to call me because your horny.”

Harry opens his mouth to reply, but before he can get the beginnings of a sound out there’s a beeping in his ear. You’ve ended the call. He lets the phone drop to the mattress and presses the heel of his palm into his eye. That was the exact opposite way that he hoped the conversation would go. And now he doesn’t know what to think, what to expect. Would you even answer if he called you again? Will you call him? Are you never going to speak again?

That final thought finishes him. He slumps back in bed, not bothering to strip the sheets, not bothering to clean himself off. How did this happen? He traces the lines of your conversation back to the beginning, but then he stops. It’s painful already to think about it, to remember you angry words and the hurt in your voice, even if there was no sadness.

He chokes around the thick lump in his throat and stares up at the ceiling for hours before he can sleep. And even then there’s no peace.

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harrrrrryyyy · 6 years ago

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A Twist In My Story || Harry Styles | Chapter One.

Word Count: 1,709

Warnings: swearing

Chapter Two

Today marked the first day of the rest of my life; I was finally headed off to college. It was a scary thought; me being on my own for the first time in my life. My mom wasn’t going to be there to watch my every move, and my dad, well, my dad was never really there, to begin with. I got accepted into my dream college, UCLA. I’ve wanted nothing more than to get away from my overbearing mother, so I chose a school that was the whole way across the country. Don’t get me wrong, I absolutely love my mom, she’s just a bit much. She’s a bit much all the time. She didn’t necessarily approve of me moving all the way out to California, but it’s my life and I’m going to live it how I want. “Do you have everything you need?” Mom asks. I nod my head and sling my bag full of clothes over my shoulder. “I never thought this day would come, you’re going to actually make something of yourself,” Mom cries, “I wish your brother would have.” “Hey!” My brother yells. “Well, you damn well know it’s the truth, Cory,” Mom yells back. I intervene, “can we not fight right now? I’m getting ready to leave.” “You’re right, I’m sorry,” she apologizes, “we’re going to miss you so much, baby.” “Speak for yourself,” Cory mumbles. “As if you’re not going to miss me,” I chuckle, pulling him into a big hug. “Of course I’m gonna miss ya, Sprout.” I smile at the nickname he gave me when I was five. “I’m gonna miss you, too.” I pull away from him and try to blink away the tears that are threatening to spill, “alright, I have a long ride ahead of me, I better go.” I tell everyone goodbye and hop in my car. Planes were a huge no for me, so I started up my car and make my way to Los Angeles. *** I pull into the parking lot of the dorm rooms and look for the right building. Once I find it, I start walking toward it, looking around to see all of the people around me. They were the typical college stereotypes you see in movies. Jocks, band geeks, the one who thinks they’re “baddies”, cheerleaders, goths, nerds, the lot. My eyes land on a particular group dressed in mostly black, tattoos and piercings everywhere. Not my type of group, but something about one of the guys standing in the group grabbed my attention. He was tall, tattoos all over his arms, and disheveled curly hair. He was jaw-droppingly gorgeous from what I could see from the distance. I quickly look away as his eyes meet mine and continue into the dorm building. I find my room and open the door. I look around the room as I drop my bags down on the floor. There were 80’s rock band posters all over the walls. Motley Crue, ACDC, Guns N’ Roses, Queen. I already approved of this girl. The door opens, snapping me out of my thoughts, in comes a girl with jet black hair, followed by that same guy I was checking out in the Quad. “Oh!” the girl exclaims, “you must be Olivia, I’m Jade!” I smile, “it’s nice to meet you.” “And this is my friend Harry,” she introduces curly. “I wouldn’t call us friends,” he says in the deepest English accent. I swear my knees almost give out by just the sound of his voice. “Oh shut up!” she argues. I listen to their bickering while I try to finish all of my unpacking. “So, Olivia, where are you from?” Harry asks. “Ohio,” I answer, “judging by your accent, you’re from England?” “Obviously,” he says with a little attitude. “Obviously,” I mock his accent. “What was that?” he asks. I give him a quick, “nothing” and finish what I was doing. “Anyway, there’s a beginning of year party tonight, you in?” Jade asks. “As if, she seems like the biggest prude ever,” Harry says rudely. I laugh at his assumption, “I’m definitely down.” I may have a good girl facade but I’m anything but. You don’t have a brother like mine without going to some insane parties with him. “It starts at 9!” she says enthusiastically, “I can help you pick out an outfit.” “Alright, cool,” I tell her. Jade eventually kicks Harry out of our room so we can get ready. “What’s his problem?” I ask Jade as I finish my winged liner. “No one knows, he’s just an ass,” she explains, “I think he likes ya.” I laugh out loud, “I definitely didn’t get that vibe off of him when we met.” “He’s like that with everyone, that’s not even as bad as he can get,” she explains. “Pretty hot though,” I say bluntly. She laughs, “that he is. Don’t get any ideas though, as far as I know, Harry doesn’t date. He doesn’t even give girls the time of day. I’m starting to think he’s gay, to be honest.” “Bummer.” *** “Okay, yes! That is the dress,” she says looking at the lacy black dress that’s currently hugging my body. I looked good, I felt good, now it’s time to blow this party’s socks off. The frat house wasn’t too far from the dorm room, so we walked over. The party just started and it already seemed to be in full swing. Jade led me to her group. I was hoping that Harry would be among them, but he isn’t. “Hey guys, this is Olivia,” she introduces me. “I’m Niall,” the blonde one says, Irish. “I’m Louis,” the one with brown hair and blue eyes says, English. “I’m Liam,” the one with brown hair and brown eyes says, also English. “It’s nice to meet you guys,” I say. “What’re you drinking Liv?” Niall asks. “I’ll just take some beer,” I answer. Harry finally shows up when Niall leaves to get me a beer. “Well shit,” he says looking directly at me, “didn’t think you’d actually show.” I shrug, “I’m not a prude.” “We’ll see about that,” he smirks. Niall comes back and hands me a red solo cup full of beer. I take a swig and make my way out to the dancefloor with Jade and her other girlfriends, Trinity and Becca. I feel eyes on me the entire time I’m moving my hips to the beat of the song. Becca comes up to me, “Harry is totally checking you out right now.” I look up to where Harry is, and sure enough, he is. I roll my eyes and turn away from him, continuing to dance with Jade and Trinity. A pair of hands wrap around my waist and I feel a prominent bulge press against my ass. I figure it’s Harry and continue to grind against the man. All too quickly, he’s pulled off of me, I turn around and look at Harry throwing a punch at someone. “Stay the fuck away from her!” Harry yells. My eyes go wide as Harry looks at me with rage in his eyes, “that’s how you end up dead in a ditch.” “You’ve got to be kidding me,” I say exasperated. I walk upstairs to the bathroom and quickly close the door behind me. I look at myself in the mirror and sigh. The door opening startles me, and before I say anything, Harry’s closing the door again, locking it. “That’s was a bold move you pulled back there,” he says, anger in his voice. “I don’t know what you mean,” I say, “I’m just trying to have a good time.” “A good time doesn’t require grinding on a complete stranger!” he argues. “You’re not my dad, Harry, I barely even know you!” I yell. “I’m just trying to warn you, most guys at this school are scummy,” he explains. “Thank you, but I don’t want nor need your help. I’m a big girl,” I tell him. He looks down at me, his eyes are almost unreadable, “alright. Next time I guess I’ll just let ya get kidnapped and murdered.” “Wow, dramatic much?” I cross my arms. “You shouldn’t trust college boys,” he says. “And why should I trust you?” I ask. “You shouldn’t,” he replies and walks out the door, slamming it on his way out. I gather my thoughts and make my way out of the bathroom as well. Harry was strange, but there was something about him that I was extremely attracted to. I barely knew the guy, but there was something inside of me that really wanted to get to know him. I find Jade and tell her that I’m heading home. As I’m walking, I hear footsteps on the pavement behind me. I quicken my pace, but it’s no use, whoever was walking behind me, grabs my arm and turns me around. I’m relieved when I see that it’s just Harry. “Didn’t want you walking alone, there are creeps out here,” he says. “Only creep I see here is you,” I say. “Haha, very funny,” he says sarcastically. “Why do you even care if I make it home safe?” I ask. “Jade seems to like you, don’t wanna hear her crying around about it.” His tone isn’t as harsh as his words are. We walk in silence for the most part. I’m relieved when I see the dorm building come into view. We walk into the building and up to my room, but he stops me before I can open the door. “You’re not as bad as I thought,” he says through furrowed brows. “Well, thanks?” I say as more of a question. “Okay, well have a good first day,” he says before walking off. I turn around and unlock my door, but before I can, Harry comes back. “I forgot something.” Before I can say anything, he leans down and places a loving kiss on my cheek. “See you around,” he says and then leaves. I quickly open the door and fall back on to my bed. What the fuck is this dude’s problem? An ass one minute, then the next he’s kissing my cheek? Thoughts of tonight consume me until I drift off to sleep.

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loudsuitlover · 7 years ago

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College Harry

“Hey, Fair Lady.” Styles smiled smugly as he walked inside the Starbucks where you worked to get his every day order.

You had grown used to his frat boy’s self-centered flirty behaviour by then and it didn’t really bother you anymore. As a matter of fact, you would be lying if you said you didn’t wait for him when you were on your morning shift. He had started calling you Fair Lady ever since you sat next to him on the only class you had together because he remembered that you had played Eliza Doolitle in the annual play of your Uni the year prior, when you were a fresman. You wondered if he treated Maggie- the girl who worked on the bar when you weren’t working- the same way he treated you. He probably did, you decided, for you knew he did flirt with any female on his way. He had quite the reputation.

You didn’t come back with a witty reply as you usually did that day though. No, because you were stressed to death. You did not know what you were going to do for the life of you and the thing was your so very competitive cousin Kylie was coming to campus to visit you for the weekend.

“Y/N?” Harry asked with a teasing smile widening his lips. “Where did you go?”

He was chuckling at you. You sighed frowning, thoughts about Kylie still running through your mind as you had a look at him. He was wearing a white cotton shirt with short black sleeves and his signature black tight jeans. He looked good. You on the other hand, had your hair worn up in a messy ponytail and looked stressed under the green Starbucks apron. Only he thought you looked cute.

“Sorry, I was out of it.” You told him. “Do you need anything else, Harry?” You smiled, handing him his coffee and a free biscuit that you only gave to special clients- those being the ones you liked.

He shook his head.

“No, thank you. I was just asking if you were coming to our party on thursday night.” He smiled, wiggling his eyebrows.

“No.” You said.

“Hey! And why not? You can’t have anything better to do! It’s on a thrusday.”

“Your assumption that I wouldn’t have plans is nearly offensive but I’ll just say that anything- even Netflix and chill- is better than going to some lame frat house party.” You smiled and he laughed at your backlash. He loved it.

“You know when people say netflix and chill they don’t actually mean watching movies right?” He teased, getting closer to you so he could whisper that.

You shook your head and bit back a smile as he walked away, leaving a generous tip for you.

Jess had taken over your dorm to be able to do her makeup without having to deal with Annoying Alice, her roommate whom she hated. You were lying on your bed looking at her as you tried to decide on a movie. Thrusday night had arrived sooner than you expected and Kylie was to come the next day. By then you had decided on telling her that your boyfriend, the one that you had told her about when she was making you sick at Christmas bragging about her gorgeous man, had gone to visit his family in Nevada. There were many things that could describe that boyfriend of yours, such us fictitious, but hey sometimes a girl has to do what a girl has to do.

“Are you seriously not coming?” Jess asked as you laid back on your mattress.

“Do I look like I’m joking?” You chuckled.

“Come on, Y/N! I mean hello? Harry Styles is flirting with you, girl! Get your lazy ass out of the bed and go to this fucking party.”

“Because my life revolves around Harry Styles.” You said sarcastically.

He had sent you a snapchat then, a selfie with the caption you better come that made you laugh. You sent him a picture of your laptop with netflix opened. He sent you a selfie very funny.

“I am just saying” She shrugs “You are smiling like it actually excites you.”

“He’s just playing.” You rolled your eyes. “And so am I.”

“I can’t believe you’re going to let me go alone to this party.” She dramatically complained as you pushed her out of your room. “You know what going alone means? It’s like a direct social suicide, don’t you mind?”

“Have fun.” With that you closed the door on her face bitting down a smile.

Harry was resting the lower part of his back against the counter and having a beer as people kept arriving. He couldn’t stop glancing at the door, hoping you were just teasing him and would actually appear. He would never admit it- and in fact he hated even thinking about it- but you had something on him.

He had met you last semester in a class you both passed so now you didn’t share any more lectures so that’s why he started going to Starbucks every monday, tuesday and wednesday morning so he could hang out for you if it were only for those fifteen minutes. He liked that you flirted back to him but had him on his toes, never quite giving him all the attention he wanted. It was as if you didn’t care and you might as well not care for all he knew but despite that- no matter how much he was thinking about you lately- you were friends. You were probably the first girl he’s had a friendship despite the physical attraction for the thing wasn’t that he didn’t have girl friends. He did, in fact Louise was his best friend, but he felt in no way attracted to her whatsoever despite her being a beautiful girl whereas with you... All he had to do was think of you with your wet hair after a shower to have him going.

He started looking for you the moment your friend Jess walked in the house but he frowned when he realized she came there alone. He snatched a quick picture of her looking for someone and snapchatted you what sort of friend leaves their friend alone? he wrote. Go talk to her you texted back over a pic of your popcorn. That looks cosy he sent you a picture of his kitchen. Jess is pretty anyway, a selfie of you crossing your eyes. Mmm Irresisitble.

He wouldn’t admit it but he was disappointed. For some reason, the idea of seeing you outside of Uni, wearing something other than the green Starbucks apron had him excited. He imagined you would wear your hair down, maybe some makeup, a dress; but he would also liked you if you were wearing jeans and a sweater as you usually went to your lectures. He just wanted you there really.

You were halfway through The Perks of Being a Wallflower when Harry dared to do it. He had been thinking about texting you with no jokes involved for a while now. He could blame the alcohol then he thought for if he texted you something out of line and he wasn’t clearly teasing, you could take it the wrong way and he could ruin whatever it was that you two had but he could blame the alcohol then.

Miss you x

Your mouth was stuffed with popcorn as you read his Snap. It was a picture of his thigh and surprisingly enough there was no girl sitting on it. You had seen it a lot, when you were a freshman and he had a different girl on his leg at every party you attended to. Of course he hadn’t even noticed you back then- why would he? But everyone knew who Harry Styles was so so did you.

You swallowed. What did you answer to that? Was he just messing around? He was probably just joking. He was Harry Styles for crying out loud. You received a call from Jess as you held the phone in your hands still thinking what to say back to him.

“Hello, Y/N?” Some guy you didn’t recognize asked.

“Yeah? Who’s this? Where’s Jess? Is she okay?”

“Hi, my name is Niall.” He said. “Jess is okay, don’t worry, she’s just had too much to drink and I thought it would be best if I called a friend of hers? I really think she should go home.” He said.

“Oh, okay. Yeah, yeah, I’ll go pick her up.” You stood up from your bed, putting on your jeans as you held the phone with your shoulder. “Where are you?”

“We’re at the frat house.” She said. “I saw some guy took her into a room but she wasn’t even walking straight so... I just got her out of there.”

“Fuck.” You cursed as you put on your vans. “Thank you, mate.” You told him. “She’ll appreciate that. So where is she now? Can I talk to her?”

“Yeah, sure.” The guy had a thick Irish accent what made you think you had never talked to him before, you’d remember. “Jess, this is your friend Y/N. She wants to talk to you, okay? I’ll hold your hair.”

Fuck it Jess must be really pissed. You heard as she puked, then the sound of her legs against the floor and then she sighed on the phone.

“Thank you.” She whispered, surely to Niall and not to you.

“Are you okay?” You asked as you left the room, your key and wallet in your hand. “Jess, are you safe? Do you know this guy?”

You can never be too careful.

“Hi, Y/N.” She blurred. “Don’t worry. Niall is gooooooood.” Hiccup. “He saved me which makes him a hero.” She said. Fuck she was hammered.

“Okay, listen to me, Jess.” You said sternly. “I’ll be there in fifteen minutes. In the mean time, you go to the living room or the kitchen or any place with lots of people around, yeah?”

“But I’m throwing up.”

“That’s okay.” You reassured her. “But I don’t want you to be alone with a guy you don’t know in this state okay? No matter how nice he seems.”

“Oh, that’s fine.” She reassured you. “Harry missed you by the way.”

“Yeah, yeah. Can I talk to Niall now sweetie?”

“Sure.” She said.

“I’m on my way. I’ll be there in 5 minutes.” You lied, just in case. “Thanks for calling. We owe you big time.”

“No problem.” He said. “I’ll stay with her.”

“Thank you.”

The minute you hang up- and while you ran as fast as you could towards the frat house because of course your car wasn’t working at the moment- you called Harry for the first time in all the time you had known him.

“Hey.” If you hadn’t been so nervous you would have heard the smirk on his voice.

“Hey Harry.” You breathed. “I need you to do me a favour, please.”

“Hey, hey, it’s okay. Calm down, Y/N. What’s wrong? Were are you? Are you okay?”

“Yes, yes. It’s not about me.” You told him. “It’s about Jess. Somebody called saying she’s had too much to drink but Jess doesn’t drink, Harry. She has diabetes.” You cried. “So I think someone must have drugged her and-”

“Where is she? Do you know where she is? Who called you?”

“A guy.” You said. “His name was Niall.”

“Thank God.” He sighed. “She’s okay, Y/N. I know him. He’s a friend.”

“Really?” You stopped your running for you felt your lung was going to jump out of your throat. “He won’t hurt her?”

“No, no, I’m a hundred percent sure. Don’t worry, okay?” He soothed you and you nodded even if he couldn’t see you. “Now where are you?”

“I’m on my way to the house. I’m picking her up.”

“You’re running to the house?” He asked. “You live like 25 minutes away.”

“I know.” You breathed. “But my car is broken and I didn’t have time to get an Uber or anything.”

“How far are you? Do you want me to pick you up?”

“You’ve been drinking, haven’t you?”

“Shit.” He cursed. “I can ask Louise. She doesn’t drink.”

“No.” You told him. “That’s fine, I’m 10 minutes away anyway. Can you please find Jess and stay with her until I arrive? I know Niall is a friend but... I would feel better if I know she’s with you.”

“Sure. I’ll go find her and call you when I do, yeah? Call me if there’s anything you need though.”

“Thank you, Harry.”

“No problem.”

He called Niall the second you hang up and he told him they were still in the bathroom upstairs. He ran up the stairs and almost flinched when she saw the state Jess was in. She was sitting down on the floor, her skin was pale and covered in sweat and she was trembling. Niall was standing next to her, keeping a close eye on her.

“Shit, mate.” Niall said. “As soon as her friend comes pick her up I’m going to beat the shit out of whoever did this to her.”

“Did you see him?” Harry asked.

“Yeah. I basically pulled her away from the prick.”

Jess threw up again and Harry creased his nose, the stink of alcohol was disgusting. You had said Jess didn’t drink because she has diabetes but her puking over the toilet said otherwise.

“Fucking hell, Jess.” Harry kneeled down next to her and held her hair away from her sweaty forehead. “Did you have anything to drink, sweetheart?”

“Hell yeah, Haz! What sort of question is that? Can’t you fucking see her?”

“She doesn’t normally drink, Niall.” Harry explain patiently. “She has diabetes.”

“I don’t know.” Jess cried. “I never drink, I swear but I don’t know what happened. I was feeling okay and then... I don’t know.” She cried.

“Okay.” Harry rubbed her back. “Let’s say you have drunk. What do you need to do when that happens?”

“I don’t know. I’ve never done it so I don’t know.”

“You don’t know why you’re not supposed to drink, love?”

She turned her head towards the toilet and puked again. Harry should probably call you and ask you what to do but he didn’t want to worry you anymore than you already were. He knew you had been worried for a few days, he had told, so he didn’t know if you would just full on cry on his phone if he were to tell you.

“Find Louise.” He told Niall.

You were now walking faster but you couldn’t run anymore. You were barely four minutes away and Harry wasn’t answering your texts. You felt awful and now Harry’s teasing text from before seemed to haunt you what sort of friend leaves their friend alone? And he was right, what sort of person does that? You had betrayed it- that secret silent agreed code between girls- of never leaving one of us alone, always going together to the bathroom. There was a reason for that and it was this and it had hit you in the face and now Jess was suffering having the worst best friend in the world.

Louise made it to the bathroom with a worried expression on her face. She was on her last year of nursing school so she managed to bring some calm to that bathroom once she collected her thoughts.

“What happened?” She asked Harry as she took Jess’ temperature and pulse.

“She has diabetes and she probably got drugged and then drank or different order. She doesn’t remember but I mean smell this- she drank.” He nodded.

“Okay. We need food.” She told Niall. “And water. The food, the more sugar the better, so chocolate or sweets, even candy. If there’s none, fruits or bread.” She said to Niall and he nodded making his way to the kitchen and asking people for help. “Hello, sweetie.” Louise rubbed her back. “Do you have anything to measure your blood glucose with you?” She smiled at her and she nodded, reaching for her bag.

Louise took the monitor and pricked her finger while Harry just sat there dumbfounded. She sighed after a few seconds.

“Thank God.” She breathed out. “She can eat and she’ll be fine.”

“I got Coke, chocolate and Y/N.” Niall said as he opened the door.

You started crying again the moment you saw her sitting on the ground, the stink of alcohol didn’t even bother you as you sat on your knees next to her, you didn’t even look at Harry not because you weren’t grateful but because you were too worried about Jess and because you were terribly embarrassed. He was right.

“She’ll be okay.” Louise smiled at you. “She just had hypoglycemia because of the alcohol but it was nothing too crazy so she shall eat and she’ll be fine, just like any of us really.”

“Thank you.” Tears fell down your cheeks. “Thank you all, really.” You looked around you and Harry smiled dismissing your gratitude.

“I think you should take her to the hospital though.” Louise said. “So they can have blood samples and find out which drug they used on her in case she wants to sue the asshole who did this. Usually this kind of drugs disappear very fast from the blood so I’d take as soon as she’s feeling better.”

“Sure.” You said. “Thank you again really.”

“No worries.” She smiled, placing her hand on your arm. “And Harry can give you my number in case she does decide to sue him and needs a witness. I’ll be there.”

“Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me.” She shook her head. “It could have been me or... Anyone.”

Four hours later Jess was sitting on the litter pressing a piece of cotton to her arm where the doctor had pricked her. She had filled the report and you were currently waiting for the police to arrive so you could make it official. Jess was so much better and you had noticed Niall had had a lot to do with that.

You were sitting on one the chairs on the waiting area on your own for Harry had gone to get you both a good cup of coffee. He had driven you to the hospital for by the time you had left he was sober enough but you hadn’t exchanged much words. You were still feeling awful and you didn’t want him to see you. Somehow you blamed yourself a little for what had happened, after all Jess had insisted a lot about you going to the party and sure she was an adult and blablabla but she was also your best friend and you were supposed to take care of her.

Harry walked to the waiting room with two plastic cups of coffee on his hands. He didn’t know how to approach you or how to talk to you because now that he came to think about it, he was always teasing you and you would always reply with a witty comeback, it was always a laidback enviroment and he didn’t know how to act when it was actually serious but he knew he wanted to be there and the thought of not being him the one silently sitting next to you or bringing you a cup of coffee, the jealousy that came with thought of it being someone else gave him the reassurance he needed to stay.

“Thanks.” You said, holding the cup between your hands.

Kylie had just sent you a text, that she wouldn’t make it on friday, that she would probably arrive Saturday for brunch. Nice. Kylie was the last of your worries then anyway.

“You’re very quiet.” You mentioned and Harry raised his eyebrows surprised that you’d talk to him.

“Frankly I just don’t know what to say.” He shrugged and you chuckled making him smile because he had made you smile if unintentionally.

“Who would have thought huh? Harry Styles having nothing to say.”

“Yeah, yeah.” He hit your arm playfully. “You’re also very quiet Miss I-became-a-barista-because-I-wouldn’t-shut-up.”

“That’s a long name for a miss.” You smiled and he chuckled.

“Yeah, I should have just probably said Miss Chatty.”

You smiled and snorted through your nose having a sip of your coffee and he nudged your knee with his gently when he sensed you were about to submit again in your penitential silence. He had known something was troubling you since monday morning when he had visited you on the coffee shop.

“What’s up?” He asked gently.

His green eyes stared into yours, gentle, trustworthy. You had never talked to him about real things and when you came to think about it, you didn’t really have many people to talk to about real things other than Jess in Uni. For some reason, even though your conversations had always been on a joking note, you felt like you could trust him.

“I’m just embarrassed.” You recognized.

“What for?” He frowned.

“I feel like I’m a terrible friend, like I just failed Jess and... I just don’t want you to see that.”

“What?” He turned his body so he was facing you inasmuch as the chairs allowed. “That is not true.” He placed his hand over your arm. “You’re a good friend. She kept saying that. Over and over again and I believe her, yeah?”

“What sort of friend leaves their friend alone?” You reminded him before looking ahead.

He sighed and placed two fingers on your chin, pulling your head so you were looking into his eyes.

“That was a joke.” He said. “This was not your fault. In any way.”

You nodded your head and readjusted your position on the chair so you could rest your head on his shoulder. Again, you had never done such a thing. The physical contact between the two of you was reduced to playful swatting, nudging or legs touching as you sat in class but that was all yet for some reason, it didn’t feel wrong to rest your head on his shoulder then and it didn’t feel wrong either when he turned his head and left a kiss on the top of yours.

“I’m sure you had your reasons for not coming.” He whispered.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, something’s off.” He shrugged, forgetting about your head there so it moved up and down with his shoulder. “I can tell.”

You sat down straight, looking ahead at the way Jess was smiling to Niall, him being the one pressing the cotton against her arm now. You liked Niall and apparently so did she.

“It’s nothing.” You told him, because in that moment it really was nothing, compared to everything else.

“Well, you can talk to me.” He offered. “Even if it is about nothing.”

You faced him just so you could give him a big smile. You certainly didn’t know this side of Harry and you quite liked it. It seemed like the cocky frat boy had a sweet, caring side as well and the fact that he had such nice friends said a lot about it too.

“This coffee is terrible.” You shook your head with a laugh.

“I wouldn’t know.” He shrugged. “I don’t really like coffee.”

You looked at him with a confused scowl and he smiled. He ordered a capuccino every morning before going to class.

“I didn’t use to go to Starbucks until you started working there anyway.” He shrugged.

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Lust & Limerence | Pt. 1 (M)

Series: Slytherin!JJK x Reader x Gryffindor!KTH

Word count: 10k

Genre: Angst, Fluff and Smut // Harry Potter AU!

Summary: Your best friend, Taehyung, always warned you about meddling with the wrong type of people. So when Taehyung found out about your little crush on Slytherin’s hottest Quidditch player, he was far from thrilled. Since he was classified as ‘the one you should keep your distance from’ for his nasty fuckboy way of life-- Jeon Jungkook to you, seemed too sweet to be true. Blinded by Lust, you venture for evidence that proves his innocence, not just to soothe Taehyung’s worries but for your troubled mind to follow your heart’s steps.

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The thundering bass drowned out all the chatter between the drunk teens, each corner of the house occupied with the stoned and tipsy youth. You jabbed your elbow into Taehyung’s side and he flinched at the sharp sting of your bone on his rib, a grunt of pain passed his lips.

“You said this was a small get-together, you fucker,” you fake-smiled at him and Taehyung rubbed the back of his neck, a dumb boxy smile on his handsome face.

“Oh come on, (Y/N). You should’ve expected this from me. How long have you known me for?” Taehyung giggled and bro-hugged the several drunk males that greeted him.

“Too long,” you gritted your teeth together in annoyance. “I wish my elbow was a knife.”

“Hey,” Taehyung pouted and you glared at him with anger. “You can get pissed at me later, okay? For now, just enjoy yourself. You barely come to these parties. Let loose before we have to go back to Hogwarts.”

“I barely come to these parties because I fucking hate them,” you brushed off a random guy’s arm off your shoulder in pure disgust.

“As a best friend, I’m responsible for your health and safety so don’t get too drunk, okay? Don’t go home with a random guy, too,” Taehyung lectured knowingly.

“You wouldn’t have to worry about those things if you hadn’t brought me here in the first place,” you remarked with your hands on your hips.

“I’ll see you around, (Y/N)!” Taehyung exclaimed and disappeared into the crowd of dancing teenage idiots, leaving you vulnerable within the party compound.

Luckily, you managed to find a corner to reside at for the rest of the night. You were feeling slightly better as your dark coloured clothing camouflaged you in your safe little corner until a mystery man stood himself next to you. At least he wasn’t intruding too much into your personal space, unlike the rest that’d approached you so far to which you rejected by saying, “get lost, I’m not interested.”

The tall figure leaned on the dusty wall, a phone in one of his hands as the other was carelessly shoved into his black Stussy hoodie. Interested in the quiet stranger, you glanced down at his shoes that were in your peripheral vision. He was wearing a pair of worn out black Martens boots with tattered black skinnies that highlighted his thick thighs despite the dim lighting.

“(Y/N)?” the stranger called and your gaze transferred to his handsome facial features that were visible from the luminous screen of his phone.

“Um yes, that’s me,” you said with a small chuckle, completely unaware of who this eye-catching bloke was.

He pulled off the hood on his head and fixed his hair, ruffling the noir bangs with his long fingers before smiling gently at you. “I’m Jungkook,” he reached out for your hand and you shook it.

Jungkook’s hand was much smoother than you’d expected. “Oh yes,” you finally recalled and it brought a smile to your lips.

“You’re Taehyung’s friend right? I never thought I’d bump into you at a place like this. I heard from him this kind of event wasn’t your cup of tea,” Jungkook spoke in a soothing voice and you nodded at his question.

“You got that right,” you rolled your eyes. “That cheeky fucker lied to me and told me this was a small get-together.”

Jungkook chuckled at your sassy attitude and your frown softened to match his delicate smile.

“It’s a little strange to meet you for the first time here and not school,” you admitted. “I’ve heard so many things about you before. Now I can finally peg a face to the talks.”

“You’ve heard things about me, huh?” Jungkook’s smile integrated into a small smirk to reveal the charming dimple on the left cheek. “What kind of things?”

“Oh, you know just the usual Slytherin fuckboy stories,” you said honestly and he pretended to look hurt, placing his hand on his chest. His surprising dorky sense of humour made you giggle.

“Well yeah, I guess they’re right to an extent,” he quickly recovered. “Do you believe in those rumours?” Jungkook asked with a curious glint coated in his intrusive stare.

“Honestly, Jungkook, I don’t care,” you shrugged your shoulders and Jungkook wasn’t expecting that reply. It made his eyebrow rise as he took interest in your light-hearted yet honest personality.

“I’m glad you don’t. I’m actually not that much of an asshole as everyone describes me to be,” Jungkook shuffled closer to you but you didn’t mind. You were getting bored of candy crush anyways.

“No, they don’t think you’re an asshole. I think it’s the opposite. Even though everyone knows of your fuckboy lifestyle, they’re still obsessed with you. Must be because you’re smart that they give you lenience to fuck around a bit.”

“So you think I’m smart?” Jungkook asked with a cocky smile.

“Grades aren’t the only defining factor of intelligence. You can have perfect grades but still do stupid things,” you laughed and expected Jungkook to too but he didn’t.

Jungkook looked taken aback, as though you’d hit a sensitive topic for him. He snapped out of it and a pained smile crept up his lips. “I suppose you’re right,” he rubbed the back of his head and you nodded slowly.

“Jungkook I was kidding, I just said it for quality banter you know,” you looked up him and he smiled naturally again.

The two of you really hit it off. You talked to him about the most boring topics but his witty comebacks alone were enough to spice up the conversation. You shared uncontrollable laughter in your safe corner. He was so easy to talk to, it was no wonder that all the girls in your cohort were head over heels for him.

Not only was he unfairly handsome, his witty sense of humour was bound to charm without him needing to lift his wand. He shuffled even closer to you, his shoulder now touching yours as you reciprocated his flirtatious yet subtle moves with a welcoming smile that he thought looked so cute.

It was very rare for Jungkook to build an interest in anyone. He was normally so up-front about what he wanted, normally to other girls at frat parties, he’d state from the beginning that he only wanted to fuck. But with you, much to his surprise, he didn’t even plan to say it. He knew that if he said it, you’d be disgusted and that held him back from doing whatever he wanted. He was genuinely interested in you.

Your conversation with Jungkook was interrupted by a small vibration in your pocket. You took out your phone and read the message from Taehyung.

I’m a considerate best friend so we can leave early. I’m waiting in the car outside. Sent: 12:32 AM

Your smile smoothed into a thin line subconsciously. “I have to go, Jungkook. It was great talking to you,” you shoved the phone back into your pocket and shook his hand again.

“Leaving so soon?”

“Yeah, Taehyung’s already waiting outside for me,” you explained and Jungkook nodded.

You walked away from the little corner to push through the raving group of drunkards. “(Y/N)!” a voice called out from behind and your head turned to the direction of the yell.

“I’ll see you around?” Jungkook waved, a sincere looking smile on his attractive face and you decided to play cheeky.

“Who knows?” you shrugged your shoulders and disappeared into the crowd to leave Jungkook thirsty for your interesting charm.

“Taehyung! Why didn’t you tell me Jungkook was so sweet?” you said as soon as you closed the car door.

Taehyung’s eyebrow became immediately raised. “Because that’s not the truth?”

“What are you talking about? I was talking to him the whole time and he’s so genuine,” you giggled, interested in the handsome boy.

“That’s what he wants you to think. Trust me, (Y/N), I’m his friend and I know what he’s actually like.”

“If you’re his friend then why are you shit talking him?” you couldn’t help but sound annoyed. You were looking forward to telling Taehyung about your new interest only to find out about his disapproval.

“He’s my friend but that doesn’t mean I agree with the way he does things. He’s only charming you to sleep with you, nothing more,” Taehyung remarked.

“I thought that too but I’m serious Tae, he was so sweet to me.”

“And I’m serious too, (Y/N). Don’t pick up any feelings for him. He’s dangerous and you’re far too good for him,” Taehyung said in a serious tone.

“You asked me to have fun and now that I’m having some fun, you’re ruining it,” you sighed.

“I’m protecting you from a troublemaker,” Taehyung’s grip on the steering wheel tightened and the rest of the ride home was silent.

A few months after...

6th Year // September // 1st Term

The school year began with a bang, literally. You’d walked straight into the door frame in front of your whole Potions class, your hair messy in a bun with eyebags that displayed your lack of sleep. You’d missed the first banquet of the year at the dining hall. Whoever thought it was a good idea for breakfast to begin at 7:30 was completely crazy.

Your classmates giggled at your clumsiness and you just smiled through it. You pat down the stray hairs and massaged the pained area whilst smoothening out your cloak. Luckily, your house crest sat perfectly on the top right of your robe.

“Sorry, I’m late Professor. I kind of overslept,” you admitted and she let you off the hook but not without a lecture.

“I suppose it must be hard to get back into a correct sleep pattern, Miss (Y/N) but please don’t be late next time. Afterall, this is your 6th year at Hogwarts now, you must prepare to sit the N.E.W.T exams next year. Being on time to classes would be an excellent start,” she signaled for you to join a group for the lesson.

“Why didn’t you wake me up Tae?” you whispered under your breath, annoyed at your best friend.

“Did you forget the girls’ dormitories are off limits for people that have dicks?” Taehyung remarked.

“Did you even iron your robe? It looked like you slept in it,” you chuckled and Taehyung self-cautiously attempted to smooth out the wrinkles. The only thing not crinkled was the Gryffindor crest on his red-accented robe.

“Well you look like a zombie so touché,” Taehyung chuckled and you rolled your eyes at him.

“Mornin’ (Y/N),” a velvety voice called out and you turned around to face Jungkook. He was wearing a vibrant and contagious smile on his lips so naturally, your lips mimicked his.

“Jungkook?” you couldn’t help but sound a little excited.

On the contrary to you, Jungkook looked perfectly awake. His eyes were bright and bursting with liveliness not to mention the smooth and perfectly ironed Slytherin robes unlike Taehyung’s.

“I guess I will be seeing you around after all. Are you ready for another painful year of potions with me?” Jungkook chuckled.

“Another year? We had Potions together before?” you asked in a whisper and Taehyung snorted loudly, the rest of the class turned to stare at the three of you. “Sorry,” Taehyung said.

“We were in the same Potions class for our 2nd and 4th year at Hogwarts,” Jungkook’s smile turned a little stiff.

“Oh shit,” you laughed. “I guess I just didn’t notice.”

The three of you finally stopped talking when your Professor exclaimed the lesson’s aim. She stood proudly in front of the class with all the strange and rare ingredients laid out.

“Let’s start off your 6th year here at Hogwarts with a competition, shall we? Today, class, you will be brewing Felix Felicis in your groups. Although this potion is more on the intricate and complex side, I believe with enough teamwork and perseverance, you will be able to brew it correctly.”

“Fuck, I don’t even know how to brew potions from 1st year.” Jungkook blurted out a little too loudly and the class was filled with laughter. Your Professor brushed off his funny comment to propose an interesting deal.

“The members of the first group to successfully brew this potion will each be rewarded 25 points for their House.”

The classroom fell quiet with laughter but grew with murmurs of interest which displayed the truly competitive nature of Hogwarts.

“I will keep restocking the ingredients until one team can brew it. You may come back to the lab during your free time but normal rules still apply. You must be in your common rooms before curfew. For 6th year students, I believe that is 10PM.”

“Before we start,” your professor continued. “Can anyone tell me the effects of this potion?”

“Felix Felicis, also called Liquid Luck, is a magical potion that makes the drinker lucky for a period of time, during which everything they attempt will be successful. It turns an ordinary day into an extraordinary one,” Taehyung’s deep voice enchanted the fellow girls in the class.

“Perfect answer! 2 points to Gryffindor!” The professor exclaimed in joy and Taehyung sat back down.

“Try hard,” you muttered underneath your breath and his boxy smile grew even wider at your jealousy.

Even though some things Taehyung did was dumb beyond comprehension (like the time he asked if trees were broccoli but on steroids), you had to admit that he was actually so brilliantly smart-- especially at Potions, the subject you hated most and sucked at most.

“You may start your tasks. As this is a challenge, I will not be helping out with this unless you all can’t do it. A similar task will be asked to be completed in your mock exams and of course, your N.E.W.T exams.”

The classroom erupted into content heavy discussions as each team decided the roles of each team member. The three of you sat a little quieter than you’re expected before Jungkook burst the bubble.

“I’m going to apologise in advance and say that I’m shit at Potions. I barely passed the last exam so I’m sorry if I’m not so helpful,” Jungkook admitted and you high fived him.

“Same! I passed by 4%” you giggled and neither of you pulled your hands away, his touch lingering on your fingers. The eye contact between the two of you was intense and Taehyung coughed to break it.

He pulled your hand back and placed it on the heat-resistant mat. “That’s not something to high five about you dumbasses.”

“But Jungkook,” you peered close to him. “Don’t worry, Taehyung was dux for the last Potions exam so we’ll be fine,” you reassured him and his smile grew with relief.

6th Year // Late September // 1st Term

A couple of weeks pass and no group has brewed the goddamn potion. Each group was starting to get frustrated as each lesson passed but your frustration was almost non-existent as you were paired up with Taehyung, who was diligently making excellent progress and Jungkook, the ultimate dreamy distraction.

You’d gotten to know Jungkook a lot more as he joined you and Taehyung for some lunch breaks. Taehyung was always protective of you, since the beginning so instinctively, when Jungkook attempted to pull some moves on you, he would always interfere at the right time. As frustrating as it was for you, Taehyung said it was, “for the greater good.”

But that night, Taehyung couldn’t interfere. You were cooped up in your dormitory, cozy under your comforter with a book in your hand as you diligently did some reading homework. Much to your surprise, you were interrupted by a small knock on your window. You put the book down and peered up to press your ear near the window.

Were you just hearing things?

Another knock and you boldly spread your curtains open to reveal a handsome boy perfectly balanced on his broomstick. You quickly opened the window in surprise, yet your gaze sparkled with interest as you feasted your eyes on the one and only, Jeon Jungkook.

His noir locks were touselled from the wind and he reached out for your hand. Instinctively, you took it and pulled him into your bedroom through the window. Jungkook shut the window and signaled for you to close your bedroom door to which you obeyed quickly.

“What are you doing here?” you whispered harshly, a tone of excitement prevalent in your voice.

“I’m... uhh...” Jungkook hesitated. “I’m here to ask a question about the project?” he lied and you laughed immediately at his weak manipulative skills.

“Jungkook, you’re a Slytherin and you can’t lie for shit. Really, just tell me the proper reason.”

“Hey don’t stereotype us Slytherins,” he retorted in defence and you just giggled. “I have something cool to show you,” he said with a spark of excitement in his dark cocoa eyes

“Jungkook it’s well past curfew. You realise that if anyone finds out we’re both going to get suspended right?”

“Oh come on, (Y/N). Don’t be a pussy. I sneak out all the time and I’ve never been caught,” Jungkook persuaded with his soothing voice and you seriously contemplated it.

“No no. I can’t come with you right now. Can’t you show me later? I’m free this weekend if you’re willing to do this again-- without risking our academic records?”

“But tonight’s the only night. I promise you it’s amazing,” Jungkook casually brushed his hand over yours and it was as though he’d charmed you his touch.

His touch was magnetic and you felt the surge of blood shoot up to your cheeks at his caressing action. You knew deep down that you shouldn’t follow him. You were a good girl- to an extent. You’d never sneaked out of the dorms or gotten suspended before. To be fair, Jungkook had never gotten suspended before too but he was an expert in escaping trouble so he doesn’t count.

“You’ll love it,” Jungkook sweet talked and you finally gave in, watching in defeat as Jungkook fist pumped the air at your small nod.

“Okay,” Jungkook grinned and opened your window to welcome the sound of howling wind. “Hop on the back of my broom,” Jungkook proposed as he stood near the edge of the window.

“What?!” you whispered harshly, paranoid that someone would hear you. “Are you crazy? What if you can’t control it!”

“I’m Slytherin’s Ace Quidditch player. Just trust me baby girl,” Jungkook’s nickname for you had you weak to your knees.

You knew that he probably called all the other girls that too but the sound of it was so magnificent you listened, even though your hands were shaking in nerves and fright at the idea of two people flying on one broomstick.

“Slytherin’s Ace better get me back here in one piece or else,” you threatened when you sat down on the broomstick. Jungkook’s back felt warm against your chest as he pulled you closer to his body, yelling something along the lines of “hold on tight!” before dropping out of the window.

Your eyes were wired shut and all you could hear was the sound of Jungkook’s laughter as he teased you with his speed of travel, you cursed as you begged him to slow down. Instead of the terrifying broom ride, you tried to focus on the cloying scent of Jungkook. His dark hoodie smelt of an exotic crush between sandalwood and thanaka which eased your mind temporarily.

Jungkook landed at the destination and you let go of your tight hug on his back. He placed the broomstick down and sat down on the floor. He pat a spot next to him and you sat down, still out of breath. You looked around your surroundings and found yourself on the Astronomy Tower.

“Okay, I must admit. That was impressive,” you complimented and Jungkook just beamed at you.

“You know what’s even more impressive?” Jungkook said playfully and before you could answer, he gently tilted your chin so you were met with the million twinkling stars of the galaxy. Your response was caught in your throat as the celestial beauty took your breath away.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” Jungkook spoke in a soft voice as he kept his gaze trained on not the night sky but instead, on your amazed face. Jungkook had never felt that much desire for anyone in his life. Your inviting soft and pink lips had Jungkok’s mind spinning with lust and thirst for the sweet taste.

“This is definitely worth it,” you admitted and you noticed Jungkook’s gaze on you, obviously taken aback that someone as handsome as Jungkook was eye-fucking you.

“Thanks for taking me here,” you said and a cold wind blew by, causing you to shiver noticeably. He unzipped his dark navy bomber and wrapped your small body in it.

You didn’t know what was more beautiful, the extravagant night sky? Or the sight of Jungkook’s lustful gaze on you.

He noticed a strand of your hair caught in between your lips so he moved the hair away using the soft pad of his thumb. You had no idea he was such a romantic.

“No wonder all the girls are obsessed with you.” you chuckled to lighten the heavy atmosphere and crimson blush across your cheeks.

Jungkook frowned at your comment. “Do you really think I’m like this to all the girls?”

“You’re not?” you couldn’t help but sound shocked from the realisation that Jungkook might feel something extra for you.

“I’m normally really straightforward with what I want. The reason why my reputation isn’t that horrendous is because I’m at least honest with the girls I fuck,” Jungkook explained and you looked lost at his words.

“All the girls knew that I was only looking for a good fuck and nothing more,” Jungkook muttered.

“Is that why you brought me here? Just because I showed a little interest you assumed it was a green light for you to fuck me?” your tone was cold an defensive.

“God no,” Jungkook interjected much to your surprise. “That’s not the reason at all, baby girl let me finish.”

“I’m not really good with words and shit but... I feel different about you. I was originally just going to straight up ask at the party if I could fuck you but when we started talking I realised I can’t possibly do that. Not to you at least.”

“I don’t know how you want me to react to all this, Jungkook,” you admitted. “And for your information, confident guys are sexy but if you haven’t noticed, you sound like a total asshole right now.”

“No, you’re missing the point. The point I’m trying to make here is that-- you... you make me nervous, alright?” Jungkook sighed in defeat and your ears perked up at the sound of it.

“I’m normally so confident around girls I thought I’d be the same around you but when we talk I filter so much more. I don’t want you to think I’m a jerk or whatever, you know? Heck-- do you really think I’m the type of guy to do this cheesy shit?” Jungkook let out a dry chuckle and you shrugged your shoulders.

“To be fair we started talking just recently. And I told you before that I don’t care about those rumours but the fact that they exist is an influencing factor on your image.”

“But I’m not half that bad,” Jungkook defended himself. “Besides the point, I just wanted to tell you that... I want to get to know you,” the words finally came out his mouth and you felt the pit of your stomach ablaze with new set nerves and butterflies.

“What do you want to know about me?” you asked as you stared into his lustful gaze, your head rested on your knees. Your tone was gentle with no aggression intended.

Jungkook looked a little blank at your question- almost as though he hadn’t thought this far. He tilted his head to the side and hoped that somehow the stars would rearrange to form the perfect answer. He couldn’t possibly admit that he wanted to fuck you- at least not then. You’d definitely think that you were no different to all the others except you were.

The dry silence wasn’t helping your insecurities. “Do you want to get to know me or my body?”

“Can I say both?” Jungkook answered shamelessly as you felt his stare trace the outlines of your lips for what felt like the millionth time that night. Your inside voice was yelling at you to tell him off for his cocky attitude but instead, your head moved down by itself- a small nod.

Before you could correct your ‘mistake’, Jungkook was already leaning closer to your face and it made you forget everything momentarily. “May I?” he asked, the sound of his voice mellow and laced with thirst.

You answered his question by boldly fulfilling his request. You pressed your lips against his own, starting off the kiss with a harmless set of pecks and Jungkook instantly melted at the sensation. He’d been wanting to do that for so long. The truth was, he’d had his eye on you ever since Taehyung brought you to that one party years ago.

The only reason he hadn’t pulled any moves on you was that he never got the chance to talk to you again. But then that night you showed up to the party years after, Jungkook shook off all the girls that surrounded him in their desperate attempts at throwing themselves onto him to spend his time with you-- the good girl, that cutie in his Potions class, Taehyung’s charming best friend.

“I like honest guys,” you broke the innocent kiss to stare deeply into Jungkook’s eyes. His lips were immensely soft and you immediately regretted your decision of breaking the kiss.

“Does that mean you like me?” Jungkook grinned playfully and you watched his nose scrunch to reveal his bunny-like smile. You’d never seen such an innocent expression on his face before.

“It was a general statement. I never mentioned you specifically,” you teased.

A comforting silence passed as the two of you enjoyed star gazing in each other’s presence. Jungkook pointed out the important stars in the starry night and you were impressed at his knowledge. Evidently, Astronomy was his bravado.

“Shit,” you interrupted his crash course on the subject. “Taehyung’s going to fucking kill me.”

You both sat up after processing your statement. “I’ve been meaning to ask, are you sure he doesn’t have any feelings for you?”

“Jungkook, he’s my best friend. We’ve been inseparable since we were children. I’m sure he only sees me as that.”

Jungkook nodded and you felt a smile creep up your lips. “Why? Jealous already? I didn’t peg you to be the possessive type,” you chucked.

“I know I can be dodgy but I can have real feelings too, you know.”

“I think it’s because you’re dodgy that Tae’s worried. He’s always been protective of me because...”

“Because he thinks I’m a bad influence on you,” Jungkook finished your sentence.

“He’s not wrong, you know” you joked. “After all, this is my first time sneaking out past curfew let alone with a boy.”

“But you said yourself that it was worth it.”

“Yeah yeah, whatever Kookie,” you chuckled and the nickname sounded so natural from your lips. You expected him to share the laugh with you but he didn’t he was completely silent.

“Say that again,” Jungkook said, his voice soft yet a little primitive.

“Kookie?”

“Fuck,” Jungkook peered closer at your face. “That sounds sexy as hell coming from you.”

You closed your eyes slowly, allowing Jungkook to kiss you for the second time that night, this time much more passionate than before. The kiss started off slow but eventually turned steamy-- your fingers in his noir locks as he trapped you in between his arms. You molded your soft lips to his liking, following his intense rhythm as you allowed him more access. Jungkook was losing himself in your sweet taste yet, self-control kicked in. Ironically, it was a quality he normally did not possess with other girls.

“Jesus, where did you learn to kiss like that?” Jungkook’s voice was gruff in your ear as he began to trail teasing pecks down your neck.

“I’m not as innocent as you think I am,” you said to his surprise and Jungkook peeled himself off you.

“You’re right. Taehyung is going to kill you and me,” Jungkook said and sat back up.

“Way to ruin the mood.”

6th Year // October // 1st Term

“Congratulations Taehyung’s group! You are the first group to successfully brew Felix Felicis. As promised, each member of your team will be rewarded 25 points towards their House,” your professor yelled enthusiastically. She must’ve been happy that someone finally managed to brew it after weeks since the start.

“Professor,” Jungkook raised his hand to project his voice. “Can we alter the rewards a bit? I believe it’s unfair for Slytherin to be rewarded considering that I pretty much contributed nothing to this task. Can you instead give Taehyung 25 extra points?” Jungkook asked and all the girls discussed his generosity among themselves.

“Understood,” the Professor nodded and Taehyung wasn’t as happy as you’d expect him to be.

“Tae,” you whispered. “What’s wrong? Aren’t you happy?”

“We’re talking after this, (Y/N),” Taehyung sounded monotone and too serious for your liking.

“You’re scaring me,” you chuckled.

What was that supposed to mean? Taehyung was normally never like this. What was there to talk about? Throughout your entire friendship he’d only asked to talk once and when that happened, he yelled at you because you accidentally broke of his favourite One Piece figurines back in 5th grade.

“I can’t believe you,” Taehyung scolded. He folded his arms across his chest and you had a confused smile on your face.

“What are you on about?”

“You know exactly what I’m on about, (Y/N). Why did I have to find out through someone else that my best friend kissed the only guy I told her to stay away from?” Taehyung sounded so angry. He was practically holding back from throwing a punch at your wall.

“Are you for real?” you extracted the seriousness from his question. “Tae, come on. You don’t have to get so upset about this. It’s not a big deal, I was going to tell you eventually,” you chuckled and Taehyung’s beady eyes only grew wider at your words.

“(Y/N), I’m not mad about the fact that you didn’t tell me-- I’m pissed about the fact that you didn’t listen to me,” Taehyung frowned.

“Since when did I have to listen to you? You’re my best friend, not my brother,” your smile faded into a frown to match the scowl on Tae’s face.

“Well then let me be your brother for this case, (Y/N). I’m telling you to stay away from him. I know you better than you know yourself and even you admitted that so please,” he pleaded, the roughness in his voice dispersing into a desperate beg. “Don’t get close to him.”

“Oh my god,” you groaned, throwing your hands up in the air. “Maybe I didn’t tell you because I knew you were going to be a little bitch about it.”

“Oh, I’ll voluntarily be a massive bitch about it if it stops you from falling for the likes of him.”

“The likes of him? Taehyung I bet you don’t even know Jungkook nearly as well as I do by now,” you defended instinctively. “I already know he sleeps around and his reputation isn’t top-notch but he’s actually a genuine guy if you give him a chance.”

“That’s what all the girls say before their hearts get shattered, (Y/N). I can’t risk you being one of his fucking side chicks, okay?” Taehyung dropped his yelling because he knew it was only riling you up.

“I can take care of myself, Taehyung. If you really are my best friend then shouldn’t you at least be considerate of my feelings towards him?”

“Your feelings? Fuck me,” Taehyung cursed and smothered his face in his sweaty palms. “Please tell me you didn’t just say you had feelings for this guy.”

“I never said romantic feelings but even if I did, why does it matter to yo--”

“--Of course it matters to me! You’re my best friend and I can’t just sit here and watch you fall for this fuckwit when you can do so much better!” Taehyung yelled, much louder than he intended. He couldn’t control himself at that point and you flinched at his yelling.

He noticed your trembling hands and softened his angry glare. “I’m only telling you because I’m worried about you. You get attached and fall for people easily so I don’t that happening with him.”

“You can tell me without fucking yelling in my face, asshole,” you retorted and he finally noticed the glaze of tears over your eyes. Taehyung chewed on his bottom lip.

“I did in the car but you didn’t listen to me.”

A couple of days after...

After that happened, you found it impossible to approach Taehyung. Normally, when the two of you fought, it’d be quickly resolved with Taehyung’s begging soon after but this time was different. He didn’t pester you with apologies like he did in the past. Probably because he wasn’t in the wrong.

He didn’t even come down to eat dinner some nights. He must’ve felt really shit. Deep down, you knew that Tae was only looking out for you. You just quickly wanted to make up with him and explain to him that you could take care of yourself.

“Tae isn’t here again?” a familiar voice soothed your aching thoughts.

You looked up from your dinner plate to find Jungkook sat across you. You merely shrugged your shoulders and he noticed your pained expression.

“Hey, are you okay?” Jungkook asked, his voice soft and laced with concern.

How could Taehyung be so unaccepting of this sweet boy across you?

“Yeah, we’re still ignoring each other,” you stabbed your fork into the potato on your plate. “I’m sure we’ll get over it eventually,” you said in an emotionless tone but Jungkook knew you were feeling much worse on the inside.

“He’s not talking to me either,” Jungkook sighed. “He told me from the beginning that you were off limits. I understand why though, I’ve done some pretty messed up things in the past.”

“If he told you to stay away from me why did you bother, Jungkook.”

“Because I told you already. I’m interested in you,” he rubbed the back of his head, a cute habit of his whenever he got nervous.

“Anyways, I’m going to go talk to Taehyung after dinner. You should try sort things out too. It’s been like 4 days since the last time you two talked-- I’m guessing that’s a new record.”

“What do you want?” Taehyung was evidently annoyed. Jungkook could tell from the way his intimidating tone of voice.

“I’m just here to talk,” he said.

“You’re the last person I want to talk to,” Taehyng admitted.

“Just deal with me for the next 15 minutes please,” Jungkook asked nicely and Taehyung grumbled, sitting himself down on a chair.

“I know you don’t like me hanging around (Y/N),” Jungkook started and Tae immediately interjected with, “No shit.”

“That’s why I’m here to ask why.”

“Ask why?” Taehyung snorted. “I told you from the beginning. You already have the answer to that, Jungkook. People like you don’t deserve people like her. You’re corrupt and you’re the type of guy who sleeps with 20 girls on rotation. I don’t want her to be affiliated with someone like you because she’s pure and genuine and you’re nothing but a bad influence.”

“That’s exaggerated as fuck but yeah, I had a gut feeling you’d say that,” Jungkook shrugged his shoulders.

“She’s innocent and she trusts people easily. I don’t want her to be falling for the wrong type of guy,” Taehyung said, a frown on his face.

“What if I told you that I’m interested in more than fucking?”

“That’s even worse because you’re the type of person to change within seconds. You’ll make her fall for you and then you’ll leave when you get bored. It’s no different to what you’re doing with others right now, just for a longer period of time. You can’t possibly be serious about wanting to... date her?”

“Taehyung she’s really...” Jungkook sighed. “I know you think I’m lacking and that’s why you’re extra perhaps too protective of her but you have to believe me when I say I mean no harm.”

“Look, your words mean nothing to me,” Taehyung growled as he stood up from his seat and stepped into Jungkook’s personal space. “But I know both you and (Y/N) well enough to say there’s no point in me trying to stop whatever shit goes on between you two. Talking to a fucking rock will make more sense than trying to interfere so I’m telling you right now, Jeon Jungkook.”

“If you do anything to hurt her in any way, I’m going to fucking lose it.” Taehyung loosened the tight grip on Jungkook’s robe.

Taehyung we really need to talk. Can you meet me outside the library after dinner? Sent: 6:42 PM

You waited nervously for his arrival, your clammy hands on your lap as you attempted to distract yourself by reading a book. People looked at you strangely. Why were you reading outside the library rather than inside? Because they didn’t know you were mentally preparing for a confrontation you were dreading with your closest and most treasured friend.

You recognised the large shoes in front of you and you immediately looked up from the book to face Taehyung, a regretful smile painted on his lips.

“Hey,” he said simply in his deep and soft voice.

You were suddenly overwhelmed by his presence. You had this plan on telling him about your growing interest in Jungkook and how he should support you as a good best friend but at the sight of his vulnerable smile, you grew weak. Not knowing what to do-- you threw yourself onto him, standing up to tightly wrap your arms around him. You buried your face in his broad chest and he was definitely taken aback by the rather random embrace.

It didn’t take long for Taehyung to return the reuniting hug. He squeezed his arms around your small frame to whisper a wispy, “I’m sorry” into your ear. The two of you hugged each other and finally let go to talk properly.

“I’m sorry, Tae,” you said.

“For what?” he chuckled. You were still holding onto his sleeve with your fingers.

“Sorry for ignoring you and disregarding your concern,” your voice was a little hoarse.

“And I’m sorry for yelling at you,” Taehyung pat your head lovingly and brushed your baby hairs in place with his long fingers. “You’re my best friend. You know how much I love you right, (Y/N)? I just don’t want you to get hurt.”

You felt the exhale of his sigh on your cheek and you nodded understandingly. “I know Tae. Sorry for not realising sooner. I love you too.”

6th Year // Halloween // 1st Term

“Where are you going? Aren’t you coming to the Great Hall for the Halloween feast?” Taehyung bumped into you as he came out of the Gryffindor common room. What perfect timing.

“I’m going to Honeydukes in Hogsmeade. I figured I should use the secret passage on floor 3 of the castle because I’m running late,” you glanced at the small watch strapped to your wrist and cursed at the time. He’d been waiting 15 minutes.

“I’m assuming you’re going to see Jungkook since you’re dressed so nicely,” Taehyung chuckled and you were surprised at his relaxed behaviour. “I wasn’t born yesterday, (Y/N). I know you’ve been seeing him the past month.”

“We’re not dating or anything!” you clarified out of instinct.

“Whatever,” Taehyung rolled his eyes. “He’s been surprisingly tame since you two became close so I’m letting things slide for now.”

You hugged Taehyung quickly out of pure joy. “Thanks for giving him a chance for me, Tae.”

“Be back before curfew,” he waved you off as you hopped onto the ever-changing staircases of the Hogwarts castle.

“There she is,” Jungkook said, taking his hand out of his robe pocket to wave and you rushed over to him slightly out of breath.

“I’m sorry I made you wait, Kook,” you apologised and Jungkook just smiled at your dolled-up appearance.

“It’s all good, I didn’t have to wait long. Quidditch season starts soon so our team had an abrupt meeting. Sorry I didn’t have time to change out of my robes.”

“So what did you have planned?” you asked as you walked together towards Honeydukes, almost hand in hand as the distance that separated you and him was so minimal.

Your relationship with Jungkook was still unknown, but everyone was starting to become suspicious of it. It wasn’t common for Jungkook to stick around a girl for any longer than a week so naturally, the girls started to treat you as their enemy as they were fuelled with jealousy. Much to everyone’s surprise, especially Taehyung’s, Jungkook had been ‘tame’ the past couple of months.

He’d shown up to classes regularly and his grades were better than ever but what was most surprising was- he wasn’t sleeping around. No one could believe that you were the solution to ending Jungkook’s dirty methods. Even yourself.

He was too good to be true. The rumours you heard previously from Taehyung were no more as he managed stayed loyal to you. You couldn’t believe how quickly he adverted his methods. You convinced yourself that surely it wasn’t just you that explained Jungkook’s change. Perhaps it was because he was in 6th year now he decided to get serious about his studies. Because if you were the only reason for his change, then he would’ve progressed your relationship by now. Or at least hinted to you of how much you meant to him.

The thing was, Jungkook was terrified of the whole ‘relationship’ thing. It was a completely new ground for him because all he’s had was flings or sexually benefitting relationships in the past. Not one relationship he’d been in was revolved around mutual trust and connection like the two of you shared. So naturally, he was even more scared of messing up because he actually cared this time around.

But he decided that it was time to show some form of commitment. He didn’t want to risk being completely bro-zoned like Taehyung. Plus, there’s no way you’d reject him, right? You wouldn’t come to these little exclusive ‘hang-outs’ if you weren’t interested in him, right?

“Kook are you alright?” your hand felt warm on his smooth cheek and he flinched in surprise.

“Y-yeah, I’m fine,” he lied. “Let’s buy some candy,” Jungkook suggested.

He opened the door for you and you went in first, taking off your noir trench to reveal the little black dress underneath.

“Did you wear this for me?” Jungkook spoke softly in your ear before planting a chaste kiss on your exposed collarbone. The loving action made you blush.

Jungkook took a whiff of your new cologne your parents had sent over from home. The irresistible scent was a combination of soothing Jasmine and Ashe wood. He felt his insides go weak from your cloying scent-- that was his weakness, after all.

“I like to think I dress for myself,” you joked and Jungkook chuckled.

The two of you scanned the towers of confectionary, stood side by side, your shoulder touching the side of his arm. You felt Jungkook’s warm hand shift from inside his pocket to his side, the tip of his finger grazed yours. His hand brushed against yours before he went for it, intertwining his long ‘piano’ fingers with your own.

You glanced down to look at another one of his affectionate gestures and it raised your eyebrow in confusion. “Jungkook,” you whispered inaudibly.

“Mmm?” His gaze was trained on the strange coloured gobstoppers in-front of him, pretending to look immersed in the candy when in reality he was shitting himself.

“I’ve been meaning to ask...” you felt Jungkook’s thumb rub your index finger. It was a small yet comforting sensation. “What exactly are we?”

The words finally came out-- after countless nights of debating whether or not you should say it. You didn’t want to sound desperate because your ego was on the line.

“I don’t know,” he answered absentmindedly and you frowned at his answer. “What do you want us to be?” he cleverly reverted the question back to you.

“I asked first so you should answer first,” you remarked in a witty tone.

“Well...” Jungkook sighed. You felt your palm go sweaty from his lack of response. “Since I’m not good with words, maybe I’ll show you,” Jungkook stated before gently pulling you into his chest.

Her interlocked your lips with his, your eyes wide at yet another sudden symbol of his desire. He’d never kissed you in public before-- but you didn’t mind. You melted into his touch, resting your arms on his broad shoulders to indulge in his sweet kiss. You played with his noir locks and you could feel peoples’ stare on you two. He broke the kiss to stare deeply into your eyes and muttered a statement you’d been dreaming to hear.

“I like you,” he confessed and all you could do was stare blankly at his lips in response.

Then, Jungkook grew weak at your shy smile. It was so demure and sincere, it made his chest fuzzy with warmth.

You didn’t really know what to do. You weren’t expecting him to say it that day. “Aren’t you going to say it back?”

“I like you too,” you whispered, barely audible and Jungkook happily peered his ear closer to your lips.

“What was that, baby girl? I couldn’t hear you,” Jungkook said in a teasing tone. His signature bunny smile and nose scrunch were suddenly so overwhelming up close.

“I said I’m hungry,” you lied and Jungkook laughed at your timid comeback.

“Thanks for walking me back here. You should go before anyone sees you here,” you smoothened the cotton fabric on his green accented robes, your palms smooth on his chest and his hands on your hips to pull you closer to his body.

“Mmm,” Jungkook hummed, completely intoxicated by your fragrance. “Have I complimented your new perfume? It’s absolutely divine,” he sighed and rested his head upon your shoulder to inhale more of the charming scent.

“Kook you’ve told me at least 3 times tonight. I’m starting to think you like it more than I do,” you smiled.

The two of you stayed like that for a while, muttering sweet nothings into each other’s ears. It was a dangerous spot for Jungkook to be in, you were aware.

“Jungkook, you should really go. I don’t want you to get in trouble,” you convinced, your fingers combing through his soft hair.

“You don’t want me around you anymore?” he joked. “Heartless, (Y/N). I knew you’d leave me after I confessed to you. What a heartbreaker,” he chuckled into your ear, a rich and husky sound and you giggled at his playfulness.

“Yes, this was my plan all along,” you played along.

“Can I at least spend the night with you before you leave me forever?” Jungkook flirted smoothly and you laughed again.

“No, you may not spend the night with her,” A voice suddenly answered his request. The two of you immediately distanced yourselves and whipped your heads to the direction of the sound, panic on your features.

Taehyung stood there, a raised eyebrow to showcase how unimpressed he was. But you were just relieved it was him and not a teacher.

“Jesus Tae! You scared me!” you exclaimed with a sigh of relief. “Thank God it’s just you.”

“Thank God I didn’t walk into you two fucking,” Taehyung rolled his eyes. “You guys are lucky it’s me and not anyone else. Be more careful about these things. Now Jungkook and I should really get out of here before anyone else walks in. I was just here to check up on (Y/N).”

“Seriously starting to think you’re my dad and not my best friend.”

“Whatever, loser. Your parents actually paid me to be your friend since the beginning so no surprise,” Taehyung laughed and dragged Jungkook out of the girls' dormitory.

“Sweet dreams!” Jungkook called out and you heard the door shut behind the two.

6th Year // Mid November // 1st Term

“Don’t you want to see me train in the mornings?” Jungkook asked.

“No, Jungkook. There’s already your fan club at every practice and it’s so brutally cold in the mornings,” you said for the thousandth time. You brushed off the subtle hand on your shoulder because you knew you’d soon fall easily to his persuasion.

“But they’re not you. I’ll let you wear my jacket,” he suggested with a glint of hope in his eyes.

“Yeah and then those girls can hate me even more. It’s like I’m rubbing it in their faces that I’m wearing your jacket and not them.”

“Okay then let’s make a deal,” he attempted. “You come to practice for the next week and I’ll help with your Astronomy studies?”

“You have to help me regardless,” you chuckled.

“No I don’t,” he smirked cheekily. “I was just being nice the previous times.”

Your mouth dropped open at his words. “Hey, that’s dirty play!” Jungkook quickly kissed your cheek before rushing off to his next class.

“See you tomorrow morning, 6AM!” he yelled as ran away from you. He wasn’t even your boyfriend, why was he being so affectionate. But you weren’t complaining. Who in their right mind would complain, he’s Jeon Jungkook.

But no matter how likable Jungkook was, the fact that you absolutely weren’t a morning person wasn’t going to change anytime soon.

“I hate you,” you grumbled, balled up in his gigantic hoodie.

“Oh come on, (Y/N). It’s not that cold,” he lied. He took off his green scarf to wrap around your neck, his hands trembling from the freezing cold. You looked so small and cozy with his massive hoodie and now his Slytherin scarf that covered your lips.

You could see his breath practically freeze in the air whenever he exhaled. Fall mornings were always chilly and despite knowing, you still showed up. Jungkook was wearing his Quidditch uniform which consisted of a green sweater, white shorts and a navy-green robe over the top.

“You’re shivering,” you couldn’t help but chuckle as his hand continued to tremble from the gust of freezing wind.

"Jungkook!” his team captain called out and he put his thumbs up. He planted a quick kiss on your forehead before running off to the rest of his team.

You felt the multiple piercing stares on your back from Jungkook’s supposed ‘fangirls’. But as soon as they hopped on their brooms, their glares disappeared into loud cheers for the Slytherin team.

It was no surprise that Jungkook was good at the sport-- he was one of the fastest flyers in all of Hogwarts, possibly rivaling the 7th year players. He looked truly in the zone when he played, his gaze concentrated on the Quaffle. A subconscious smile stretched your cheeks everytime he did something.

An hour into the training, you were completely immersed in their eye-catching drill, your cheering now in-sync with the girls behind you at their flashy flying techniques and commendable skills. Jungkook looked down from high above and waved at you. You waved back and so did the girls at the back.

Before you knew it, training finished and it was time to head to breakfast. He was out of breath and tired, the cold air helped in soothing his exercised muscles. You passed him the water bottle and he muttered a small ‘thanks’ under his breath.

“Wow I didn’t know I was this rusty,” he chuckled and you looked so confused at his statement.

“What do you mean? You were brilliant,” you complimented.

“I haven’t been this unfit in awhile. I should’ve trained during summer break instead of getting wasted every day,” he gulped all of the water down.

He noticed your smile fade at the mention of his reckless lifestyle. “I mean I don’t go to them anymore,” he reassured, patting your head. “Come on, let’s go get breakfast,” Jungkook changed the topic and the two of you walked hand-in-hand towards the Hall.

6th Year // Late November // 1st Term

The two of you had been getting weird stares. Weirder than normal. Everything had been sunshine and rainbows for you two-- Jungkook now very tame and loyal towards you so naturally, you were ecstatic beyond reason. But everyone’s stares or dare to say... glares had been terrorising Jungkook as he walked down the busy corridor with you beside him.

You caught the students whispering to each other, muttering small phrases under their breath as they gave Jungkook such belittling gazes.

What had happened?

Jungkook was practically the idol of your cohort and now suddenly everyone was distancing themselves from him.

“Jungkook,” you whispered. “Why are they all looking at you like that?”

You noticed him swallow hard, his Adam’s Apple bobbled in anxiety. “I don’t know,” he said simply but you noticed some sweat roll down on his forehead.

“Don’t worry about it. Maybe they suddenly remembered about your reckless summer?” you suggested to comfort him to an extent.

“Maybe,” Jungkook said quietly.

Throughout the week, the glares only started to become worse. Their disgusted expressions gradually lead to everyone stopping their paths just to stare him down. It was something you weren’t willing to take any more. Jungkook had been terribly quiet about the situation, almost as if guilt or fear had consumed all his confidence he once possessed.

“Jungkook,” you moved a strand of hair out of his eye. “Is there something you’re not telling me?” you asked in a gentle voice and he immediately averted his gaze to your feet.

“I’ll tell you when the time is right,” he said and brushed off your hand before walking away to his dorm. A strand of whispers followed behind him as Jungkook’s paranoia grew to devour him.

You heard a knock on your door and you attended to it immediately, praying that it was Jungkook to explain how everything was a late Halloween prank. Instead, Taehyung showed up much to your surprise. He didn’t sneak out unless it was important. And judging from his serious face, you were sure Taehyung had gotten down to the bottom of the problem already.

You quickly shut the door behind him and expected him to start rambling straight away but he didn’t. It made you even more scared than you already were.

“Tae?” you said, an uncomfortable smile on your lips. “Did something happen?”

“How much do you like Jungkook?” he interjected instead of answering your question.

You looked taken aback at his sudden question. “I mean... a lot I guess. He’s so sweet and we get along unbelievably well.”

“What if I told you he’s a criminal? Would you still think he’s sweet?” Taehyung asked, a dark glare trained on your eyes.

“What are you talking about?” you laughed in disbelief, eyebrows furrowed like a V at his unhealthy joke. “I know you don’t exactly trust him but you trust me, right? So when I tell you that he’s sincere you believe me, don’t you? Don’t you think to call him a criminal is too exaggerative?”

“He seemed so whipped about you I presumed that he wasn’t as bad as I initially thought. He hadn’t been causing any problems or mischief and that’s why I’ve been so lenient about this whole thing,” Taehyung paced around your room, his footsteps heavy on the wooden flooring.

“But I have to interfere. I know how much you like him, I’ve seen the way you look at him but I’m sorry, (Y/N). You can’t fall anymore for him,” Taehyung pleaded.

“Taehyung,” you said in a gruff voice. “You’re not telling me why. I swear to God if this is the same fight we had last time I’m going to find it much harder to forgive you this time around.”

“It’s not. I can assure you that because he really fucked up. Why do you think everyone else is staring at him like that? I shouldn’t have brought you to that party.”

“Can you please just tell me what the issue is for fuck's sake,” you massaged your throbbing head with your fingertips. Taehyung inhaled a large breath before he told you.

“He erased his family’s memories,” Taehyung finally said, barely audible.

“What?”

“He erased their memories just so he could fuck around. That’s why he was at every dodgy party during the break because there was no one stopping him from doing whatever he wanted.”

“No,” you shook your head in disbelief. “This is just another one of those sick rumours everyone makes up because they’re bored. Even still, this one’s taking it too far.”

“I know it’s hard to believe but it’s the truth.”

“Jungkook would-- he would never do that!” you raised your voice. “He’s not like the rumours at all. Sure he slept around but he didn’t purposefully break the girls’ hearts for his personal satisfaction. He told me it was them that got attached. He never did, so naturally, people are going to bitch about him because they got rejected.”

“Clarifying his behaviour doesn’t prove anything at this point, (Y/N).”

“Yes it does! I’m saying that these rumours are all one-sided. You guys don’t know what actually happened but you all assume the worst of him regardless!”

“If you’re so sure he’s innocent why don’t you go ask him yourself!” Taehyung yelled at you and his deep voice bounced off your walls.

“Fine! I will!”

You managed to sneak into the Slytherin boys dormitory, not a single care in the world about getting into trouble then. There were bigger problems on the line. You slammed his door open before locking it behind you, chest burning with the need for air as you ran as fast as you could to reach him.

“(Y/N)?” Jungkook was evidently surprised at your rash presence. “What are you doing here?” He got up from his bed and quickly walked over to your exhausted state.

“Is it true?” you huffed. “Are the rumours true?” you panted and he smoothed his palm on your back to steady your breathing. “It’s a joke right? You didn’t actually erase their memories right? I know you’re smart but that spell is extremely advanced.”

“Breathe first,” Jungkook said and your vision was going blurry from your lack of breath.

“You couldn’t have done it. They haven’t even taught us how to use that charm.”

“(Y/N),” his voice sounded soft as he sat you down on the chair. “Please stop panicking.”

“How can you expect me not panic? You didn’t really erase their memories did you, Jungkook?” you glanced up at him, a desperate smile of disbelief on your face.

He had a thin line across his lips. He wasn’t denying any of it and you fell silent from reading his sorrowful expression.

“You can’t be serious,” you muttered under your breath, your hand over your lips in complete denial. “Please tell me you’re joking.”

“It’s the truth,” he admitted. You rested your head in your palms in an attempt to absorb the words that fell from his lips. “I erased their memories.”

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A Case of Serendipity(H.S) - Chapter 10

Author’s Note: I was so excited writing this because I love birthdays and I just had mine. So enjoy lovelies! xxx M

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A Case of Serendipity Masterlist

April 12, 2018

“So, it’s an excellent choice for a charity” I watched Chloe say as she smiled to Enzo.

Enzo. As in the Enzo who said me meeting Harry was planned at the charity event. He’s our newest client of ours, thanks to Harry who told him. Chloe has been flirting with him since he came into the diner. I didn’t mind it that much. I gotten used to Chloe flirting with everyone by now.

Bringgg. Bringggg.

Shit, my phone.

I could have sworn I put it on vibrate when we came here. Chloe turned her head from Enzo to me, giving me a death stare that was almost hidden by a slight smirk.

“Sorry” I apologized.

I looked through my bag for my phone. I took it out and looked at the screen. Harry. Why was he calling me now? I told him I had a meeting.

“Go on take it” Enzo said. “Probably Harold, isn’t it?”

“Yeah” I nodded. “How’d you know?” I asked Enzo.

“He’s predictable. Tell him I still didn’t forget London” Enzo said to me right before he took a sip of his coffee.

“Okay” I said. “I’ll be right back”

I got up from the booth. Thank god, I sat on the outside and not in. Chloe would hate me more if she was forced to move away from Enzo or anyone in particular.

I walked outside the diner with my phone in my hand. I accepted Harry’s call and placed it near to my ear.

“Good afternoon H” I said to him over the phone.

“Good m’orning birthday girl” Harry wished to me. “How’s 22 feeling?”

Ah, my birthday. Something exciting and unavoidable. Chloe said she was throwing me a party tonight and of course, I expected something spectacular. Either in a good or bad way.

“Bit anxious” I answered.

“Anxious?” Harry asked, surprised. “Why’s that?”

“Well, Chloe is.” I explained. “She’s throwing me a party tonight”

“Sounds fun” Harry commented.

“Actually knowing Chloe, she’s either will give me something I so want or not” I said.

“I’m sure she jus’t wants the best for yeh” Harry said, trying to make my situation better.

“Doesn’t feel like it sometimes. Speaking of tonight . .” I said, switching the topic. “How you’re feeling?”

“‘Bout what?” Harry asked, clueless.

“London” I clarified. “Sold out arena. In your city. Isn’t it a big deal for you? Aren’t you nervous?”

“Always am” Harry stated. “I’m more excited”

“Are you?” I asked him. “Is Camille going to your show tonight too?”

Oh yes, Camille. I didn’t meet her before but what Harry says about her she sounds wonderful. Apparently, she’s a model turned actress. She’s also Harry’s new stunt girlfriend. Well, it’s a long story actually. Harry said they did some stunt thing last year and they decided to do it again this time around. I couldn’t complain about it. I had no right to. I was only happy I wasn’t used as a stunt girl anymore.

“Maybe” Harry answered.

He was lying. She was definitely going. It’s London. It’s the perfect place for a stunt to happen in.

“Maybe?” I asked, knowing he was lying. “By the way, Enzo said he hadn’t forgotten about London” I mentioned.

“Ah, Enzo” Harry commented. “Tell him he has to try bett’er next time. Did yeh finish with him yet?”

“Was about to but then you called” I said.

“Sorry ‘bout that” Harry apologized.

“Don’t be. Enzo told me to take it and I’m pretty sure Chloe and him is flirting with each other right now” I said looking through the diner’s windows at them.

“Flirting?” Harry asked in a surprise tone. “On the job?”

“Somehow it works” I said. “Why are you surprised? You did worse to me”

“Yeh not gonna let that go, aren’t yeh?” Harry asked me.

“Of course not” I stated. “I forgiven you. I just haven’t forgotten”

“I know, yeh told me’h yeh have a good memory” Harry remembered. “Tell Enzo I said hi to his fiancée”

Fiancée? Enzo has a fiancée?

“Fiancée?” I asked in shock. “Why is he flirting back with Chloe then?”

“Now that’s what I was thinking!”Harry exclaimed, being cheesy with me.

“Alright. I have to go stop whatever is going on between Chloe and him. Bye H” I said.

“Al’right. Should I say goodbye Daph or birthday girl?” Harry asked me, obviously trying to provoke me.

I rolled my eyes at him over the phone.

“Bye H” I said.

I hung up the phone on him. I walked back into the restaurant. I sat down at the booth again, interrupting Enzo and Chloe.

“Sorry about that” I apologized. “H says you should try better next time about the London thing”

“He should try not cheating the next time” Enzo said to me.

“Cheat?” Chloe asked, interested. “Cheat in what?”

“Darts, gorgeous” Enzo answered Chloe. “He’s manipulative when he wants to win”

I looked to Chloe who was blushing a little bit.

Gorgeous? I hoped he told Chloe about his fiancée. I don’t need to save Chloe from being in another love triangle. Moreover, why were Harry and Enzo hung up over a game of darts? It was just darts.

I took a sip of my coffee.

“Well, this was fun but I have to go” Enzo said. “I got someone waiting for me”

Chloe raised her head in interest to Enzo. She looked a bit disappointed at Enzo having to leave.

Enzo got up from the booth. He took out his wallet and set two twenty dollars bills on the table. He closed his wallet and put it back in the pocket of his coat.

“That covers for me” Enzo said, referring to the money.

Enzo looked to Chloe and smirked at her.

“I’ll see you around gorgeous” He said right before leaving us.

We watched him walk out of the restaurant. I looked to Chloe, who was smiling. Something was definitely going on between them.

“What?” Chloe asked me. “You’re staring at me”

“Did he give you his number?” I asked her.

“Yeah!” Chloe smiled. “I think he likes me. Why you ask?”

“He’s engaged to be married” I stated.

“What?” Chloe asked, not believing me.

“He has a fiancee” I clarified.

“And how do you know?” Chloe asked.

“Harry” I said.

Chloe placed her head in her hands, obviously trying to get through the frustration that Enzo created for her.

I felt sympathy for Chloe. Yes, she was optimistic of others but she was also naive. People took advantage of her easily and it made Alyssa and I need to tell her the reality of it. Almost each time we did, Chloe would cry.

“Ugh, not again” Chloe complained, taking her hands away from her face.

She looked to me.

“Is it me or do all the guys I like either don’t like me back or are players?” She asked me.

“I’m sure it’s not like that, Chlo” I said, trying to comfort her. “It takes time”

“Like it took time for you to have Harry and Michael around your finger?” She asked, somewhat angry.

She was taking her frustration out on me. I couldn’t complain. At least she wasn’t crying.

“If I did, they both would be here” I pointed out. “Besides it not like I could say I’m more important than family to Michael”

“Yeah, but he asked you if he can go to his family today out of all days? Hello, it’s your birthday today! Who does that?” Chloe asked, taking her anger out on Michael now.

“Hey, I let him go. It’s not like I’m going to be alone tonight. I have you, Alyssa, Ray, the other hundred people you invited-“ I said with sarcasm.

“Actually, the max amount of people were eighty” Chloe corrected me.

“My point exactly Chloe” I said. “I’m pretty sure I don’t have eighty friends”

“But you have friends of friends” Chloe said.

“Friends of friends are acquaintances to me” I stated.

“Oh, whatever” Chloe said, giving up on my disagreement with her. “You’re coming tonight. That’s final”

“What if I don’t?” I asked, joking.

She gave me death stare again except with no smirk this time.

“7:30, tonight” Chloe stated. “You know where”

“Alright” I said, pretending not to listen to her.

Chloe took Enzo’s money that was on the table. She looked at me.

“I got this one birthday girl” Chloe said.

She got up from the booth and walked over to the register. Usually I would pay for the bill. I guess Chloe was really pulling out every chance to treat me for my birthday.

My birthday. It was my birthday. My birthday surrounded by everyone I love. I should be happy. So, why did I feel something was missing?

“Oh. My. Fucking. God” I said in disbelief as Alyssa and I entered the club Chloe had rented for my birthday party.

She was actually pulling out every chance to treat me. There had to be about one hundred people here. Balloons were hung up almost everywhere. The neon lights the club had on were like the ones I had in a dream. I never thought I would say this but Chloe is a miracle worker.

I spotted Chloe talking to a guy by the bar. I didn’t know him and Chloe didn’t seem to either. By the look on her face, she seemed threatened or uncomfortable with him.

I might as well save her from him if I was going to thank her.

“I’m going to Chloe” I mentioned to Alyssa.

“You know where I’ll be” Alyssa said to me.

I nodded. I walked away from her to Chloe and the random guy.

“Hey!” I said out loud to the both of them, interrupting their conversation.

“Ahhh, the birthday girl!” Chloe said, enmeshing me in a hug. “Do you like it?”

“I love it” I said as she let go of me. “It’s amazing. Did you do this all from my crazy rave dream?”

“Of course!” Chloe answered. “A dream party is better than any other”

I looked to the guy Chloe was talking to. He had dirty blonde hair with brown eyes. He was Caucasian. I immediately suspected he was one of those frat boys.

“Who’s this?” I asked, smiling at him.

“This is Mason” Chloe said. “He’s the brother of the owner of the club”

“Oh, nice to meet you” I said.

“You too” He said in a slurred voice. “You’re pretty”

He’s drunk. The smell of alcohol on him proved it. He probably hit on Chloe the wrong way. It would explain why she looked like that when I first saw them.

“Thanks” I said. “Do you mind if I steal Chloe for a second?”

“You can’t steal what’s already stolen” He said, referring to Chloe as an object.

We both felt disgusted by what he just said. I held Chloe’s hand, holding it up.

“You’re right” I said. “I stole her first though”

Mason looked unamused by us.

“Whatever, lesbos. Enjoy your stupid party” He said before walking away.

I let go off Chloe’s hand.

“Thanks” Chloe said to me.

“Its no problem” I said. “I love playing your gay lover as long as it gets you out of trouble”

Chloe smiled, giggling at me.

“Well, you can stop caring about me and have fun. Here” She said, hanging me a red cup.

“What is this?” I asked looking into the cup.

I knew it was vodka or tequila but there was a little ball inside that was changing the color of the drink.

“One of my gifts” Chloe said, smiling. “Don’t drink the thing at the bottom of it”

“I don’t know if I should trust you” I said.

“Just go and have fun” Chloe ordered. “Don’t make me watch you all night”

“Wasn’t going to make you” I said, grinning.

“Just go” Chloe demanded.

I smiled and turned around from her.

Maybe tonight was what I was missing.

*CHLOE’S POV*

“Hey Chloe” I heard Daphne call me, feeling a tap on my shoulder.

I turned around to see Daphne. I noticed she had her coat on.

“Heyyyy,” I said. “Why are you wearing your coat?”

“I’m going home” Daphne stated.

“What?” I asked, surprised. “That soon? You just came!”

“Actually, I came about two hours ago” Daphne said. “Can you tell Alyssa I’ll be at home?”

“Why not yourself?” I asked her.

“I just don’t feel so good” She answered, smiling at me. “Thank you again for everything”

Daphne walked away from me.

Something was up with her. If Daphne was really unwell, she would immediately call Alyssa. Besides, she didn’t seem that sick to me at all. She either left early because the party sucked or she had to do something. Seeing how tonight turned out, I believed in the second option. Well, then.

I put on my black jacket and went outside the club where I knew I would find her. Alyssa wasn’t one for partying at clubs. She was the one getting high instead. Of course, I would find her with the other potheads. She was more open to them than she was to me.

“Alyssa!” I called her as I walked over.

“Hey it’s Chloeeeee. Your best friend, Alyssa” Felix said to Alyssa as soon as he saw me.

“Oh, shut up” Alyssa said to him as she was handed the glass bong. “What do you want?” Alyssa asked me.

“Daphne wanted me to tell you she went home” I said to her.

“That’s it?” Alyssa asked. “That’s why you came over?”

“Yes” I answered her. “Why would I? I don’t need the smell of weed on me”

“Is that supposed to be a burn?” Blake asked me. “Cause of the look of your love life, you need some”

I rolled my eyes at him.

“I’m leaving” I said. “Enjoy your night”

I walked away from them and up the block towards my car. I was halfway there until I bumped into someone I least expected to see tonight. Enzo.

“Enzo?” I asked, shocked.

“Hello gorgeous” Enzo said. “Have you seen the birthday girl?”

Daphne. Harry probably told him about her birthday being today.

“She just left” I answered him. “Why are you asking?”

“Harry has a birthday gift for her and asked me to give it” Enzo said.

Harry got her a gift? And Enzo brought it for her? Wow, Daphne did really have men wrapped around her finger.

“I could give it to her” I smiled saying.

“Can you?” Enzo asked, smiling with his perfect white teeth showing.

“Of course” I said. “I was heading home right now”

“Right now?” Enzo asked. “I wanted to get a drink with you”

I raised my eyebrows at him.

With me? Didn’t he have a fiancée?

“Don’t you have a fiancée?” I asked him.

“Yeah” Enzo said. “That doesn’t stop me from having a drink with my friend”

“A friend?” I asked, being suspicious of him.

“C’mon Love” Enzo pleaded. “One drink. Nothing more”

He only sees me as a friend. What’s wrong with friends getting a drink?

I smirked.

“One drink” I said. “And I’m a margarita girl”

“Alright margarita girl” Enzo said. “Lead the way”

“So I pushed her and took the call and that’s how I got Harry and Daphne back together” I said, smirking to Enzo.

I picked up the blender.

“Pushing someone?” Enzo asked me, surprised. “Sounds . . .badass”

“Ha!” I laughed. “The way I’m with my family is opposite”

“At least it’s not the way I act with my family” Enzo stated.

“Who in your family?” I asked. “Dad? Mom?”

“Dad” Enzo stated. “I’m forced to be his second man and put the company before anything”

“Did you ever try talking to him?” I asked.

“Think I haven’t tried?” Enzo asked back. “The worse part is I’m arranged to marry someone I barely know”

I nearly dropped the blender when Enzo said that. Arranged marriage? In this century? Who the hell were Enzo’s parents?

“What?” I asked, shocked. “So you have a fiancée is by arranged marriage? That’s . . .”

“I believe the words you’re looking for is fucked up” Enzo commented.

“Why though?” I asked Enzo. “Why are you being forced to marry her?”

“Money” Enzo said. “This industry is all about it, gorgeous”

“Still sucks” I said, putting down the blender on the table. “Sucks more than me always being second to my sister”

“You have a sister?” Enzo asked, intrigued.

“Parents’ favorite” I remarked. “I swear my mother talks to me only if she wants something. They both almost lost it when I told them I went into social work”

“Looks like we both have more in common than most” Enzo said.

I looked down at my watch.

11:47 PM.

“Oh shit, it’s late” I said, looking back up to Enzo. “I have work tomorrow”

“I’ll walk you out” Enzo offered, smiling at me.

“Thanks” I said.

I put on my jacket and walked out the club. I waited for Enzo to come out with Daphne’s birthday gift. Once he did, we started to walk together.

I have to admit I did feel sympathy for him. What kind of parents were Enzo’s? Forcing him to marry a stranger for money? I always thought my parents were greedy for money but his parents made them look charitable. He didn’t deserve parents like that. No one did.

“Thanks again” I said to Enzo when we reached my car.

“The pleasure is all mine” Enzo said. “Here”

Enzo handed me Harry’s present.

“Let me tell you something Chloe,” Enzo said. “Your parents are lucky to have you. Anyone would”

I blushed from his words, somehow instantly feeling better. Enzo was right. Anyone was lucky to have me. Some people didn’t deserve me however.

“So does your father Enzo. I bet anyone would really” I said, smiling.

“Really?” He asked, smirking at me.

“Yes” I answered him.

Next thing I knew, Enzo leaned in and kissed me. I stood still for a moment as his lips met mine. This couldn’t be happening. This wasn’t right. Enzo may be forcefully engaged to another woman, but he was still engaged. I was not about to be forced into another love triangle. Enzo’s fiancee and I both didn’t deserve that.

I pulled away, disgusted and annoyed with Enzo. I rested my hand on Enzo’s jacket as he tried to attempt to kiss me again.

“Please stop” I said. “ I don’t want to be with you when you’re involved with another woman”

“Who said I was?” Enzo asked, smirking at me as if he thought this was a game. “It’s only a contract”

I rolled my eyes at his arrogance.

“Thank you for the walk” I said. “Only” I added.

I wished Enzo goodnight as I opened the door to my car and sat in the driver’s seat. I locked all the doors as I saw Enzo was still outside. I placed Harry’s present in the passenger seat. I let out a sigh.

I’m never going out with a guy again.

*DAPHNE’S POV*

“Here” Chloe said, putting a bag on top of the papers that were on my desk. “A present”

“What?” I asked, looking up to Chloe. “My birthday was yesterday”

“I know” Chloe said. “It’s Harry’s. Don’t ask how it got to me. I don’t need to think about Enzo anymore”

“Enzo?” I asked her. “What does he has to do with this?”

“He brought the present to the party after you left” Chloe stated. “Then he kissed me”

“What?” I asked, surprised. “He kissed you?”

“Yeah. I hope I never see him again” Chloe said. “I feel like I have to go sanitize my lips”

“Well, good luck with that” I wished her.

“Whatever. I’m going to the bathroom to wash my lips again” Chloe said.

I watched her walk out of the cubicles. I took the Harry’s birthday bag off my desk and placed it on my lap. I looked in it to see a box and a small card. I took out the card first, opening it. It was a note from Harry.

Noticed you aren’t a lover of necklaces more than rings. Happy birthday, Daph.

xxx H.

I smiled. I took out the box. I took off the cover, becoming immediately speechless with what was inside. It was a rose. A gold rose necklace. It was beautiful. The necklace had each curve perfected to look as if a small rose was dipped in actual gold. I loved it.

I covered the box again and then placed it in the birthday bag. I set it down near to my bag. I took my phone out and started to text Harry.

“Thank you” I texted and sent to him.

I let out a chuckle.

Maybe Harry wasn’t completely here for my birthday after all.

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AFTER by Anna Todd thoughts: Prologue - Ch 50

Full video here.

Originally wattpad fanfic about Harry Styles??????

PROLOGUE:

“I didn't know college would be more than academics”

Confused by (her roommate’s friends) inattention to structure: How fucking lame are you

“And that’s when he crept into my heart” Is he italicized in the books i bet it is

Dude’s name is hardin? More like hard-on amirite

CH 1:

It starts with an alarm going off?!?!?!? Rule number one!!!!!

She spends the prologue telling us she’s been prepping for college all her life and then spends a good half a page telling us that again

“Whatever else teenagers else do, that wasn’t me” We got a mary sue here guys

Razor from the knees down - ok virgin - why was this a detail?

Oh shiiii she got a boyfriend? And his name is NOT hardin guys

She told us multiple times that she prepped for this day forever but also keeps saying she has no idea what to expect...does this take place before the internet? Like...google it??

CH 2:

She just said she saw the school online, like you can find pics of the school but you couldn’t find a single youtube video about “what college is really like” foh

So the mom sits in on orientation but is expected to leave before seeing the dorm room how tf that girl supposed to get all her shit up to the dorm?!?!?! Parents usually help you move in??

So the car was packed FULL of her stuff but then she says she only brought clothes and books and her bf doesn’t have much to carry...so what is the truth?

Oh shit her roommate has tattoos

“Where the dorms are tiny and the parties are huge” and this information is fucking earth shattering to tessa and her mom and not-hardin

CH 3:

Two closets in this tiny dorm room…

“College is not what i expected” you said MULTIPLE TIMES you didn’t know what to expect so what is the truth?!!?!?!?

“Both genders” yikes on bikes

CH 4:

HE HAS A THICK ENGLISH ACCENT goodBYE

“Hardin scott is not my boyfriend” okay, so many things. No one fucking talks like that unless they wanna introduce the full name of the love interest in the clunkiest way

Also HS are his initials goodBYEEEEE

CH 5:

“Destroyed his body with holes and tattoos” omg

CH 6:

Hardin is fucking neg that calls her Teresa when she asks to go by Tessa and as someone who constantly gets called Vicki when I ask to go by Viktoria, I am on her side in this instance and this instance only

CH 7:

She is so upset that someone called her prissy but then she can’t even bring herself to think of what those people are doing in the frat house bedrooms

CH 9:

The word bottom. As in, steph pushed her bottom against a guy as she danced with him...BOTTOM

She’s in a bedroom with her drunk roommate and a really great collection of books and I GUARANTEE this is Hardin’s room

Wuthering heights ffs

KNEW IT

CH 10:

And she’s crying

CH 13:

She introduces herself by her full name and landon does the same whyyyyyy who does this?

He’s a nice kid unlike you - i’m shocked at my harsh words

Am i just a bitch or is she the weakest

So they’re just walking and he screams, “Stop staring at me” out of nowhere and walks away...sounds stable

CH 14:

“Noah is my boyfriend and I would never do anything to hurt him” This is what we call foreshadowing my friends

“A man who is rude an intolerable being made into a romantic hero? It’s ridiculous” hardin

Foreshadowing…

She literally just said her boyfriend is like a little brother…ew

“I’m aware that my hips and breasts are larger than most women my age”...women are fully developed at 18...i don’t understand…

Mary sue shit

CH 15:

“She’s intimidated by you because you’re not like other girls” is that a real thing…

“You look...different” - hardin PUKE

“Are you a virgin?” i puked again

No one seems surprised - bitch you dress like a nun

CH 16:

These chapter breaks make no gd sense

“Hormonal college rock n roll misfits”

Immediately takes a shot of vodka

Hardin looks disappointed that she took a shot because she’s not like other girls…

Slut shaming.com / tessa re: molly

CH 17:

“Sorry if i don’t dress like a slut” no you just wear pleated skirts and khakis like a mormon mother

Hardin doesn’t drink OF COURSE they are sober lil bookworms together

I want to be an author. Of course because she is the mary sue of our generation move over bella swan

She’s drinking again after almost puking

CH 18:

“We don’t need to have sex, we have fun by going to the movies...and going on walks” ON WALKS.

OH SHIIIIIIIII THEY KISSIN

CH 19:

This girl has never been horny before and she cannot cope with the feeling

Am i bad a person for feeling like “Well she already cheated by kissing him, might as well keep kissing him?” like i know that’s wrong but…

CH 20:

Oh my god she’s not telling her boyfriend that she kissed someone else??!?!?

Oh shiii hardin’s in her dorm

HER MOM IS AT THE DOOR

WITH NOAH?!?!?!?!?!

When i say weakass you say bitch

CH 21:

The fork at breakfast reminds her of hardin’s lip ring….

She just called Hardin Mr. Rude. “Mr. struggle” lol anyone else watch Cody Ko??

Noah won’t kiss her in public and she does NOT get horny with him

CH 22:

Pride and prejudice is not a magical book tessa

Landon’s mom and hardin’s dad?! Oh shiiiii

“Are you ocd or something” christ

Literally he’s throwing her notes all over the floor like what a four year old

“Eyes burning into mine” AGAIN

They kissin!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Oh shit they doin MORE than kissing

“You’re so sexy tess” I PUKED

Steph’s eyes are clapping with glee?????

“You could learn a lot from Hardin, like, sexually” - steph

okay………

CH 23:

They’re talking about the use of foreshadowing in pride and prejudice about if you could tell that darcy and elizabeth would end up together…

What kinda hamfisted shit…

And then she and hardin get in a screaming match about their situation but it’s coded in darcy and elizabeth language like come onnnnnnn

So much twilight vibes: “your mood swings give me a headache” “i should stay away from him, i know he’s dangerous” dangerous how? Because he has tattoos?

FIRST FULL BODY CRINGE: “You’re thinking about me and you have that feeling, down there, don’t you, teresa?”

Twilight: “i don’t wanna stay away from you”

CH 24:

“He really is bipolar” dude

She likes bon iver and the fray...of course she does

CH 25:

SHE FOLLOWED THIS STRANGER INTO THE WOODS

No murderino instinct at all

“He must be cold in the warm ass water because he can’t be getting flushed seeing me, a girl he’s made out with multiple times and is obviously attracted to, in nothing but his t-shirt” bitch COME ON

“I’m having real fun, not watching a movie fun”

This is such a dig at noah who she says doesn’t need to fuck her because they watch movies together

SECOND FULL BODY CRINGE: “These lips, the things you could do with them”

THIRD: “Oh Hardin,” I moan and squeeze him with my legs. “I want to make you moan my name over and over again” - hardin

My hormones are out of control - who is thinking about their hormones at this point

FOURTH: She goes to cover up and he’s like don’t ever cover yourself from me, i’ve been with so many girls but none like you

And they’re not gonna do it but “there are many other things he wants to do to her first” and at this point my body is contorted like a jumbo shrimp

FIFTH: The whole fingering scene honestly. Just all of it. He made her towel off with his shirt...am I missing something? She had already put her pants on...what’s the point of that???

SIXTH: “You haven’t said a word to me since” - “since i gave you your first orgasm?”

CH 26:

Wtf is this dude’s problem? She ignores her boyfriend’s call to keep making out with him and he’s like “don’t break up with him on my account, there’s no us going on” like dude y’all just went on a date...so you can keep saying you don’t date...but you just did…

CH 27:

She’s so selfish!!!! Calling Noah because she got rejected by Hardin!!!!!!!! Noah deserves better 2k20

And then she mentions it in front of Hardin to make him jealous WTF

Hardin petty ass Scott says, “noah, that’s a nice cardigan you’re wearing”

Thanks I got it from the gap!!!!!!!11

CH 28:

SEVEN: Tessa wants noah to get her horny so she keeps trying to kiss him and when he won’t let anything happen she stops and he says, “that was nice, tessa”

Tessa takes noah’s car to go help hardin and leaves noah in her dorm room alone when he drove 3 hours to see her!!!!!!!!!!!!!

CH 29:

Hardin toxic asshole Scott threw a hissy fit and tessa comes to save the day

He dresses her little glass cut after telling her she’s pathetic...woof

CH 30:

Holy manipulation station nation

Then he forces himself on her and her dumb bitch ass KISSES HIM!!!!!

BECAUSE HE SAID HE NEEDED HER, THAT’S ALL IT TOOK

Cringe throughout: that she describes his lips as pink. It’s weird as fuck.

EIGHT: “You know who i think you are when you’re with me?” “Who?” “yourself”

CH 31:

NINE: He’s telling her if she says the word he’ll leave her alone: “Tell me teresa,” he coos, and i whimper. “Hardin,” i whisper. WHY?

SHE IS GONNA STAY WITH HARDIN WHILE NOAH IS WAITING FOR HER?!?!?!?!!??!

CH 32:

“I don’t know if it’s his smile or the fact that he’s only in boxers, but I’m in a much better mood than before” you skank ass hoe

TEN: He says her clothes hide how sexy and curvy her body really is. Sexy and curvy. Both.

CH 33:

ELEVEN: “I know this happiness isn’t going to last” - the happiness being her straddling this guy that isn’t her boyfriend - “and i feel like cinderella waiting for the clock to strike midnight”

“I can behave any way i want with hardin tonight, because in the morning i’m going to tell him to leave me alone forever” HUH

TWELVE: I am just as intoxicated by hardin, as hardin is by the bottle of scotch he drank

THIRTEEN: Who is this girl straddling this punk boy and asking to touch him...down there?

CH 34:

FOURTEEN: He says he wants to taste her and this dumb bitch licks her lips like “yeah we been kissing wtf” and he says “no, down there” EW

CH 35:

Noah standing up for himself!!!!!

FIFTEEN: Then he calls them those gothic people...gothic? Not goth. Gothic.

HARDIN DONE BARGED IN!!!!!!

CH 36:

Hardin and Noah about to get into it!

Hardin making tessa be honest with noah OMG THE DRAMA

SIXTEEN: I am a moth to hardin’s flame and he never hesitates to burn me

CH 39:

Tessa gets a makeover to go out with steph and i KNOW she’s gonna see hardin and they’re gonna be inappropriate in public

And hardin is here OF COURSE

Oooh and he’s with molly! Tea

She is a slut - TESSA NO

Chapter 37: hardin will ruin tess if she ever comes around again chapter 39: he’s driving her home and making sure her burger doesn’t have ketchup

CH 40:

Noah will get back with tessa if she promises nothing with happen with hardin and we are only halfway through this book BITCH

CH 41:

Oh he drunk and at tessa’s dorm

This BITCH. JUST. GOT. BACK.TOGETHER. WITH. NOAH. AND. IS. GETTING. IN. BED. WITH. HARDIN. TO. WATCH. A. MOVIE.

CH 42:

He picks her up and forces her to sleep in the bed with him despite her saying no

CH 44:

She admits to herself that sleeping beside hardin is worth losing noah and then is trying to talk herself into believing that noah is hotter than hardin????

“You don’t need makeup” “well i like it” “well you’re bad at it” negging ass

This man at the store says, “hardin?” in an english accent and she’s like “i knew it was his dad” well how many fucking english dudes are in this small washington town my friend

This bitch agrees to go to dinner with hardin’s dad knowing damn well he and his dad are NOT on good terms...she’d be walking home…

CH 45:

And then because he doesn’t wanna go to dinner with his abandoning father, she says she’s gonna go to his dad’s house for dinner with ANOTHER DUDE?!?!?!?!?!?

She ignores noah’s call

It is stressing me tf out that she isn’t calling noah back and is instead getting ready for a date with hardin’s family...this poor cardigan wearing man

CH 46:

I LITERALLY DO NOT CARE ABOUT THE FAMILY!!!!!!!! GET BACK TO THE CRINGE NEGGING AND ALMOST-BONING

CH 47:

“He rubs the back of his neck like he always does” - this is the first time he’s done this??

CH 48:

SEVENTEEN: “Oh tessa the things you do to me”

Fingers her without asking?!?!?!?!?!?! She literally says “Without my permission”

CH 49:

She is staying at hardin’s family’s house for the night, asks for her own room because she has a boyfriend - YOU JUST GOT EATEN OUT BY ANOTHER DUDE FIVE MINUTES AGO

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