#im waiting for harry to show up if he does i will BURST into tears

[thompsborn]

INSOMNIAC RELEASED THE GAMEPLAY REVEAL FOR THE SECOND SPIDER-MAN GAME I AM SCREAMING HOLY SHIT

[havin-a-wee]

If Only She Knew

pairing: dad!harry x cheerleader!reader

word count: 4.2k

warnings: smut (fingering + unprotected sex), cheerleading position implies readers weight, 20 year age gap

hi! ive been having some really bad writers block but i wrote this and even though its def not my best work i like it enough to post it :) also, i totally didn't mean to imply the readers weight, i only realized afterwards, so im really sorry about that. also the age gap is kinda big, so if ur uncomfy with that you shouldn't read this <3

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“Geez watch where you’re going!”

You don’t even look up at the girl, recognizing her nasally voice easily from how annoying it is. You were nose deep in a book while walking down the school hallway, and of course your worst enemy had to be walking down the same hallway, at the same time, in the opposite direction. You are both at fault for the collision, considering Ella had her eyes locked on her instagram feed. But knowing the girl, there is no way in hell that she will take any responsibility, even though you are the one who has coffee dripping down the front of your white blouse.

Since middle school, Ella Styles has always hated you. You have never known why, but she seems to have a vendetta against you, and tries her best to make your life miserable. You never let her, always refraining from giving her the explosive reaction that she was looking for. And that makes her hate you even more.

High school is over in 2 months, and although you are going to miss the freedom of being a child, you most definitely won’t miss the people from the tiny town you’ve lived in since you were young. You’ve always been the type of person to have a small friend group, only 4 people in your circle. But that’s how you like it, because crippling social anxiety makes it difficult for you to meet new people.

“I- sorry.” You still don’t look at her, instead peeling the soaking wet top off of your stomach.

“You better be sorry.” She flips her blonde hair, ensuring that the fluffy locks hit you right in the face. You are lucky this time seeing as she didn’t take it further, because sometimes she would purposely embarrass you after small incidents such as this one.

Tears well at your waterline and you run into the nearest bathroom, pushing open the blue door and locking yourself in a stall.

After all these years of torment, Ella rarely was able to get to you. But sometimes, she does something that pushes you off the edge, leaving you with red, tear-stained cheeks. The final straw this time was her ruining your brand new shirt, the one you were anxiously waiting to debut at school.

But now there was coffee dripping down your chest and staining the bright white fabric. Your only saving grace is the cheerleading uniform in your backpack. In fact, you were walking to the locker room to change for practice, and then for the game at 6 tonight.

You had been excited for the game, knowing that Friday night games always led to parties and fun afterwards. You rarely go to parties of course, but the buzzing energy never fails to rub off on you. But now that stupid Ella had to go and mess up your day, you’re dreading seeing her smug face while she asserts her dominance as cheer captain.

You untie your top and rip it off in a haste, frustrated tears running down your face periodically. You could’ve put a jacket on and gone to the locker room, but Ella would be going there soon, and the last thing you want to do is run into her with teary eyes. She can’t know that you let her get to you.

You brush your hands down your uniform, pulling down the skimpy costume and stuffing your old clothes in your backpack. Once out of the stall, you pull your hair up into a high ponytail, reapply your lip gloss and walk back into the hallway, having already done your makeup that morning. You’re happy that it’s a home game today, because the home game uniforms are two pieces and the skirts are smaller than the ones on the away game uniforms. There is a certain someone you are looking to impress, and the way your tits spill out from the top of the outfit will most certainly help you in your mission.

It’s not like you need to impress him, because he’s shown time and time again that he finds you sexy no matter what you wear. And when he doesn’t tell you, he shows you, by pressing his hard on up against your ass after you just woke up, despite your messy hair and bare face.

However, he also loves when you tease him. And that’s exactly what you’re planning to do.

You sling your heavy backpack over one shoulder and trudge down the hallway, the old fluorescent lights practically blinding you on your journey. The locker room is dingy, smelling of cheap soap and Victoria’s Secret perfume. At least it doesn’t smell like the boys locker room, which smells like sweat and more sweat.

It's already bustling with people, your teammates scrambling to get ready in time as to not get yelled at by the coach.

“Y/N!” The familiar shout of your best friend Rose is like a breath of fresh air, and you bound over to her. She’s standing in front of your lockers, the two of you obviously picking ones next to each other. “Wait, why are you already changed?”

“The bitch spilled her coffee all over me,” you grumbled, your eyes shifting over to where Ella and her little goons are giggling.

“I keep telling you, anytime you want me to beat her up I will gladly do it.”

“Not that I doubt your abilities Rose, because I know you would have her on the ground in a heartbeat, but I can’t let you do that. She can’t know that she upsets me.” You lower your voice for the second sentence, irrationally fearing that she can hear you over the loud chatter echoing through the room.

“I still think you should let me beat her up, but you do you I guess.” Rose shrugged her shoulders and turned back to her locker, bursting out into laughter with you after a beat of silence.

The rest of the getting ready process goes smoothly, Rose distracting you from the girl side-eyeing you in the corner. Soon enough, the whole squad was in formation outside, and you have your hands on the shoulders of Rose and another girl named Bethany. You are a flyer, meaning that you’re the one who the bases support while you pose and flip in the air. Its a hard job, but you are one of only three girls on the team who is advanced enough at flying to be safe doing it in routines. One of the other three girls is Ella.

Ella is the flyer for the middle group, seeing as she is the captain. You are on the right and the other group is on the left. Luckily, Rose is a base in your group, so you feel a lot better putting your safety in the hands of someone you already trust with your life.

“ELLA! YOU’RE DOING IT WRONG!” Coach Habbiths voice is piercing, her angry shrieks bouncing off your ear drums. Ella audibly huffs, displaying her frustration with the critiques she has been receiving since we learned the routine weeks ago. That’s one of the biggest problems with Ella, she believes that she's always right.

Every single practice she has done a needle instead of a scale at the end of the routine. It's aggravating for everyone, and that frustration is amplified everytime she makes the same mistake over and over. “Alright, everyone down. group 1 and group 3 take five, Ella and group 2 stay on the field.

The team obliged to her instructions, and you are brought down from the air.

“Okay Ella, I want you to watch how Y/N does the last move, because she’s actually doing it correctly.” Coach is standing in front of you now, and she emphasized the word ‘correctly’. This is much to Ella’s dismay, and much to your excitement.

Nothing brings you more joy than seeing Ella’s face when you one up her, and this time is no exception.

Aside from a few eye rolls and nasty looks, Ella corrects the move without much fuss. By now there's 15 minutes until the game, and the players have been warming up on the field for about half an hour.

“Did you see her face!” Rose tugs on your arm while you walk back to the locker room, water bottles in hand.

“I know! I should’ve taken a picture!”

“We can only hope that it knocked her ego down a peg.”

“I doubt it” Rose nodded in agreement and you continued your chatter, talking about the random things that best friends talk about.

“It’s go time ladies!” You jumped in surprise when Coach Habbiths yelling booms through the locker room, the hefty amount of metal in the room enhancing the echo.

In a blur, your entire team rushed out onto the field, the crisp air cooling your warmed skin. There was a huge crowd. probably the biggest the teams ever had. But that makes sense, because this game was against your school's biggest rival. Luckily, despite the huge crowd you were able to lock eyes with those piercing green irises you have gotten to know so well over the past couple months. Everytime you see him he gets more and more attractive, and this time is no exception.

At this point, the teams routine is muscle memory and you’re done with it before you can blink. Most people would think that being thrown in the air is memorable, but your main concern is the growing wet patch on your panties that spreads each time you squeeze your thighs together. Just the thought of the man is enough to turn you on, and now that you’re sitting on the cold metal bench your imagination has time to go wild.

The only thing that snapped you out of your daze was the eruption of appaulause from the audience, and the realization that the other cheerleaders were standing up and running towards the players. You breath out a sigh of relief, recognizing the cheering as a signal that the game has ended.

“Hey, you coming?” Rose tugs on your arm, looking down at you still on the bench.

“Um, actually I don’t feel so well, I think I’m going to go home.”

“I should’ve known. You know, one day you’re going to have to go to a party.” Rose places her hands on her hips, giving you a sarcastically annoyed stare.

“And today is not that day.” You grab your backpack and sling it over your shoulder, turning back to Rose for a second. “Have fun and be safe.”

“I always do.” Rose places a chaste kiss on your cheek before turning back to the gathering crowd on the turf.

Instead of heading to the sidewalk and walking home, you duck under the bleachers and walk down the gravel path, pushing open the fence that separates the field and the school. The contents of your backpack slosh around while you sway your hips as you walk. Finally, you make it to the back wall of the school, leaning your back against it and plopping your heavy backpack down by your feet.

And now you wait.

Much to your convenience, the wait this time isn’t long, only five minutes passing before you see the familiar man following the same path you did earlier.

He has a pair of brown slacks on, pressing against his waist courtesy of his black belt. A button up white shirt hides the tattoos on his stomach, but he's rolling up his sleeves as he walks over to you. He's walking with intention, hungry eyes zeroed in on you.

When he’s only steps away, you cheekily bite your lip and use your finger to push up your skirt a little bit more.

Your actions have the intended effect, his eyes blowing wide and hands grasping at your waist.

“Y’can’t do that.”

Before you have a chance to ask what he means, his lips collide with yours, his tongue slipping in only moments after the initial kiss. But as soon as he started, he pulls away.

“Y’can’t be teasing me on the field like tha’, had me hard next t’my friends.” His hand is on the wall above your head, and his other arm is wrapped around your waist pulling you into his chest. He’s panting, and you are too.

“Sorry Mr. Styles,” you push your bottom lip out in a pout, giving him the most innocent look possible. “Just wanted to wear it cause I know how much you like it.”

“Aw, my babygirl wore this f’me? Well I guess y’can be forgiven. Now let’s get t’my house before I fuck yeh right on this wall.” He places a soft kiss to your lips picking up your backpack from the floor and turning to the direction of his car.

“But it hurts!” He turns around again, giving you a sympathetic look and caressing your cheek. The rings on his fingers are cold, but you’re used to the feeling.

“I know sweet girl, but I can’t take care of yeh here, s’too risky.” He pauses for a moment, thinking of a solution to your not so little problem. “How bout I give y’my fingers in the car? Hows that sound hm?” You nod eagerly, pulling his hand down from your cheek and holding it. He takes the signal and begins walking to his car while you follow him.

You never planned to sleep with your bullies dad. But a few months ago your parents dragged you to a family friends housewarming party, and that friend happened to be a friend of Harry’s too. There were no other teenagers there, so your focus was on the attractive older man who had been checking you out since you first locked eyes, and after ending up in the upstairs bathroom together the two of you have been fucking at least twice a week. You only learned that he’s a dad when you saw him for the first time outside the party. He didn’t look the part, and you actually thought he was in his 20s until he corrected you. He’s 38, having become a parent at only 20 years old. Your relationship is a bit taboo, but you’re a mature 18 year old and you and Harry get along well. So well that your time together has developed from casual sex to a mutually exclusive relationship. (Neither of you like labels, but you’re basically boyfriend and girlfriend).

He makes you really happy, and when you have to face off against Ella, it helps knowing that you have power over her, even though she doesn’t know it.

“Did she do anything today?” Harry is walking beside you, hands still intertwined.

“Besides spilling coffee on my shirt, nothing much.” Harry sighs in frustration and squeezes your hand as a show of affection.

“M’so sorry, I wish y’didn’t ‘ave to deal with her.”

The thing about Harry and Ella is they can barely be considered family. Ella’s mom is, for lack of a better word, a bitch. She’s snobby, conceited, and rude, and those behaviors have rubbed off on Ella. Another thing that rubbed off on her was her mom’s hatred for Harry. Being young parents put strain on their already struggling relationship, and they split before Ella’s first birthday. Harry said he tried his best to make it work for Ella’s sake, but her mom was looking for someone to pay for her life, and Harry had just started working his way up as a businessman.

Now, he’s a CEO, but luckily Ella’s mom already found a new beau with plenty of money, so she didn’t come crawling back to him. However, the success Harry achieved only a few years after their breakup made her jealous, and so she instilled that anger in their daughter. So currently Ella spends most of her time with her mother, and when she is with Harry she doesn’t treat him kindly.

“It’s not your fault Harry, you don’t have to apologize for her actions.”

“I know, I jus’ hate tha’ she treats yeh like that.” He sighs again, reaching into his pocket to grab his keys. In a few more steps you’re standing outside the sleek black suv, walking around to the passenger seat and sliding in once you hear the click of the door unlocking.

You both take a few seconds to breathe, an unspoken gesture to prepare for the night's events. Harry turns to you, a sexy smirk plastered on his face. “What d’ya think about fixin’ that ache darlin?” You nod eagerly, sliding down a bit in your seat to give your legs room to spread. “Think yeh can take off y’skirt fo’me?” Your head bobs once again as you nod, hooking your fingers under the elastic waistband and shimmying out of the skirt. While you’re doing that, Harry turns the car into the deserted street, using only one hand to steer.

You toss the tiny skirt into his lap, giving him a signal without distracting his eyes from the road. He reacts immediately, his free hand coming down to squeeze your thigh. You mewl at the contact and bite down on your lip, trying to stop your hips from bucking up in search of relief. His squeezes move up your thigh, and finally his fingers press against your weeping cunt. Swiftly, he pushes your soiled panties to the side, swiping his fingers up your folds collecting your juices. You shriek and buck your hips up into his hand, but much to your dismay he removes it from between your thighs. The car comes to a stop at a red light, and Harry takes the moment to look at you, his eyes wandering your squirming body. He’s practically drooling when he places his fingers in his mouth, tasting your sweet wetness.

“Sorry pup, jus’ needed t’taste yeh.” He chuckles again, and you whine softly in desperation. In one quick motion, he dives his hand back to your pussy, pressing his thumb on your swollen clit.

“Fuck!” The pleasure shoots up your spine, goosebumps raising across your body as he rubs circles on the puffy button. “Harry- please,”

“What d’ya want puppy? Want m’fingers?”

“Yes, yes,” you breathe out, words barely comprehensible through your panting.

“Alright, alright, I gotcha.” And with that his two fingers press into you, filling your tight hole perfectly. There is no hesitation before he begins pumping the digits in and out of you and his thumb never lets up on your bundle of nerves. “Such a needy puppy, got yeh soaking f’me from out in the stands hm?” His eyes are still on the road, but you can picture the lust filled eyes that are undoubtedly on his face.

“Get so wet jus- just thinkin’ about you,” you gasp, writhing as his fingers slam in and out of you.

“Yeah? This is my cunt, m’the only one who can make yeh this wet, isn’t tha’ right?”

“Only Harry.” At your confirmation he speeds his hand up, your vision clouding with white spots as the knot building in your stomach grows tighter and tighter.

All of a sudden, he pulls his fingers out of you, leaving you empty. “Wha-” You begin to question him but you realize that he’s pulling into his driveway. Instead of complaining, you sit up quickly and unbuckle your seatbelt, pulling your skirt back up your legs to avoid being nude on his front lawn.

As soon as you feel the little jolt your hand yanks on the handle and you hop out of the car. Your brain is fuzzy with need and all you are focused on is alleviating the aching between your thighs. You hear Harry lock the car while you're on the steps, and you turn back to ensure that he’s behind you. And sure enough, he’s hot on your trail, just as eager as you to get inside and onto his bed. Your foot is tapping on the ground anxiously, waiting for Harry to unlock the front door. After what seems like an hour, he is next to you again, fumbling with the silver keychain in his hand, eventually unlocking and pushing open the door. You both practically run inside, hands roaming each other's bodies and lips locking as you shuffle through the hall.

You disconnect breathlessly when you reach the stairs, subconsciously wrapping your hands around Harry’s neck so he can pick you up bridal style. He does so hastily, barely a second passing before he’s plopping you onto the fluffy mattress. “Finally,” he pants, hands fumbling with his belt buckle. There’s a prominent bulge in his trousers, and although you’ve seen it plenty, you are always in awe at how thick and big he is. While he’s busy removing his clothes, you are practically drooling at the sight of his bare cock, full, heavy, and dripping precome.

“Harry?”

He looks back down at you with his emerald green eyes, simultaneously dropping his recently-removed shirt on the floor. “Can I ride you?” The look he gives you is indescribable, a mixture of need, lust, cockiness, and beauty all rolled up into one.

“Whatever y’want puppy,” His hands scoop under your ass, and he lifts you up and switches your positions. Now it’s your turn to undress, and Harry makes himself busy by running his hands up and down your torso. “So gorgeous, y’know that?” You nod quickly then pull your shirt off of your head. “Most beautiful girl in the world I reckon.” You blush at the compliment, butterflies being added to the many sensations occuring in your body. You straddle his thighs, wrapping your hand around his length and tugging a few times. A loud groan rumbles through his throat, and you smile knowing you’re the one who made him feel like that. “Thought- thought yeh said y’wanted to ride me pup.”

“I do.” You keep your hand on his cock, sitting up on your knees and lining him up with your weeping cunt. All at once, your body is put at ease as his cock fills you up perfectly. He bottoms out inside of you, both of you moaning and groaning while you adjust. “So big-” Your words come out in choppy pants, the syllables being cut off by your heaves. You suck in one deep breath and move upwards, sinking back down onto him quickly. His large hands hold a tight grip on your waist, guiding you up and down his member. His lips attach to your neck, suckling on the supple skin just enough so that it doesn’t bruise.

“What a dirty little puppy you are,” he growls, eyes focusing heavily on where your bodies connect, watching himself disappear inside of you as you bounce up and down on his cock.

“Feel so full-” Tingles ricochet down every part of your body, and your legs are becoming weaker with each movement. Harry can feel your movement faltering, so his hips thrust upwards to meet yours, fucking you from underneath. “Harry!”

“I know pup, I know.” His thumb strokes your cheek and he leans in for another kiss, devouring your plump lips and swirling his tongue around yours. “So fuckin tight,” The words tumble from his mouth in a low growl, which sends the butterflies in your stomach into a frenzy. His cock twitches inside of you, encouraging you to muster all your energy and finish both of you off. Adrenaline kicks in and your strength returns, riding him faster and harder than before. “Let go f’me Y/N.” It only takes a few more thrusts for you to come undone, Harry’s orgasm following suit. The waves of pleasure roll through your body, and you throw your head back in ecstasy as you allow the feeling to overcome your body. Spurts of his hot cum cover your velvety walls and you ride out your orgasms together, resting your foreheads against one another.

You end up sleeping at his house, feeling safe knowing that Ella is staying with her mom today. It’s normal for you to sleep at his place, seeing as both of you are usually so tired that you pass out before you can leave. What isn’t normal is for you to be woken up in the morning by Harry’s phone ringing. Harry is a deep sleeper, and you laugh at the sight of him conked out while his ringtone blares on the nightstand just a few inches away. Carefully, you reach over his sleeping body and grab the phone, planning on hanging it up and going back to bed. However, when you saw that it was Ella calling, you changed your mind. Making a split second decision, you slide the icon to the right, holding it up to your ear.

“Hello?” Her whiney voice rings through your eardrum and you wince. Not the nicest thing to be woken up to.

“Hello,” you answer, your voice not reflecting the cocky grin that spread across your face.

“Who the hell is this!” she shrieks, and you make a mental note that she must not be a morning person.

“A friend of your dads.” Your response is once again calm and monotone, trying to stifle the laugh that is bubbling in your throat.

“Ugh! What’s your name?”

“Y/N. Y/N Y/L/N”

[peakywitch]

Little Hands - Michael Gray

PART ONE

MASTERLIST

WORD COUNT: 2K

warnings: none (i think this one has angst?)

gif: @oberelias

A knock on the bar door caught Harry's attention. He immediately knew who it was. He opened the door, seeing the young woman from a half hour ago.

"Y/N?" he asked, not understanding anything. A girl of about 17 years, crying at the door of the Garrison. Harry thought he would never see such a thing.

"Sorry Harry, I had nowhere to go..." she sobbed; Harry invited her in and poured her a glass of water as she sat down at the bar.

“Are you better?" he asked her, after a few minutes.

The girl had been staring at the glass of water since Harry had offered it to her. The silent tears kept falling from her eyes. What will I do now? She would go home alone. She would forget about being a teacher and would have to dedicate herself to whatever she could, so her son would have something to eat.

Her son.

Y/N still didn't get it. She was seventeen, a minor, and her ex-boyfriend had just left her. She could not abort, she had found out too late.

"What the fuck am I going to do..." she whispered, asking Harry.

"You in trouble?" he asked, worried that she was hurt.

"Yes, in a giant problem." She replied, drinking more water.

“I think whatever it is, you can work it out. If you have people who want you by your side, you'll be fine." He said, as he rearranged the liquor bottles.

“The person I love doesn't want to be with me, Harry. He said horrible things to me and I…”The poor girl bursted into tears, Harry felt so out of place.

The man, not knowing what to do, approached the small kitchen that was at the back of the bar and took out some pieces of brownie that were carefully protected. When he returned to her side, he opened the noisy bag, filling the Garrison with a strong chocolate smell.

"You know?" he asked “My mother was a baker, and she made the best cakes in town. She made these brownies when I was sad or had a broken heart." He smiled wistfully; Y/N's red eyes focused on him “Last night, I felt a heavy sadness. And all I could think of was brownies." He placed the two brown squares on a gray plate. "I firmly believe, these brownies will heal you a bit." He held out the plate to the crying girl, she tried to grab one "Wait, not yet."

He reached under the bar, pulling out a glass bottle of milk: “There is a kitten that had a baby, and in the morning when I am leaving, I serve her some on a plate outside. But a broken heart deserves a sip to accompany brownies. "

She poured the milk into a pint, and told her she could eat now.

Between brownies, laughter, and some milk, she was able to stop crying and laughed at some stories Harry was telling her.

When night fell, Y/N stayed in one of the rooms upstairs. Harry had offered it to her for free, as Y/N had been very good company while he set up the pub for that Friday night. However, she insisted that she would return the favor by cleaning up on Saturday morning with him. Also, she wanted to see the kitten and her baby.

Ten o'clock at night showed up on the clock, telling Y/N that in two hours this hellish day would end. She was lying with her dress still on. The poor deluded woman had thought she would return home with… Michael. The more she thought about the subject, the more her heart ached.

“I won’t be with you, get rid of him. It would be easier. "

It was final: she would be a single mother.

Michael entered the pub at ten o'clock, tired, nervous, angry, sad, helpless, and heartbroken. He was disappointed in who he was. He had been infuriated by the fact that this new person that he was, had hurt Y/N. Michael could be called Henry, Benjamin, Patrick, or Mirtha. It didn't matter his name, he loved Y/N. So when he walked into the private booth at the Garrison alone, Tommy knew why. How was he going to find her, if she was as far as she was near?

"I thought I told you not to come back if it wasn't with her, Michael." said his cousin.

Gray sat down dejectedly in one of the chairs. He snorted and poured himself a whiskey.

“Looked everywhere. Shit, I even walked into that disgusting station with idiot Campbell. I looked in every square, on the outskirts, I asked in each hostel: nothing. I know her, she got on the train hours ago and she must be in her bed crying." His gaze was so lost on the beer bucket on the table, that he did not notice the knowing looks of his cousins.

“Tom,” said Arthur “go on. Tell ‘im. Look at ‘im.”

John slipped a chuckle.

"Tell me what?" Michael asked, looking at Thomas. "Tommy, if you know something, please tell me ..."

"Michael," tommy cleared his throat, "you well know that nothing happens here without me knowing."

"Here? Small Heath? As I said, I don't think…” the Shelby interrupted his cousin.

“No, here like the Garrison. And I think you forgot that if you go upstairs, you will find a lodging that I mount..."

Michael didn't let him finish, cutting him off as he stood up abruptly.

"You knew all this damn time where she was!?" he roared.

"I have known for a few hours." he answered calmly, after drinking more Scotch.

Before Michael could say anything, Tommy spoke again: "Third door to your right."

And just like that, Michael came out of the booth like a bullet. He crossed the bar quickly, no matter who he shoved in his way. The stairs were climbed even faster, leaving him in a matter of seconds in front of Y/N's door.

He breathed. He realized how nervous Y/N must have been. He knocked on the door with a simple double knock.

Both knocks woke her up, bringing her back into the world. She stopped and approached the door carefully. Meanwhile, Michael was dying of nerves.

"Who is it?" Y/N asked.

"Me." Michael said.

"Who is Me?" she ask.

Y/N recognized that voice, of course she did. But she didn't know who the person with the voice was. She felt totally alien to this Michael Gray. Henry would never, ever have yelled at her.

"Y/N... lovey, please..." he begged.

"Do not call me that way. You don't feel that about me. Neither do I, I don't know you. "

Y/N was being too harsh for her liking, but Michael knew perfectly well that he deserved never to see her again.

“Y/N, I need to talk to you. Please…”he asked, he was about to cry.

"No. Goodbye." She sentenced.

Michael sighed in frustration. He sat in the doorway; he would sleep on the floor if necessary.

Now what can I do? If he opened the door, it would bother her even more. But if he left her alone, he would lose her forever.

"Y/N..." began the boy, and waited for an answer, nothing.

"Do you want me to leave you alone?" he asked again.

Silence.

"Well, here goes nothing." He sighed.

“Hello Y/N, my name is Michael Gray. I was born in 1903, and when I was four years old my father passed away. I was taken away from my mother, Polly, when I was five. I had a sister, they also separated us. The government changed my name to Henry. I was in an orphanage for about three years, until the Johnson, a very nice couple, adopted me. I grew up in the suburbs in a beautiful house with an apple tree in the garden. I met my first friend, she had your name, you know? "

Y/N was sitting on the other side of the door, listening to her favorite person speak. When she hear herself in the story, she smiled through tears.

“When she asked me to play family, I always pretended to propose to her. I never knew why. After a while I realized: the girls did not have germs. Then she started to seem like the prettiest girl, then the most beautiful young woman. I was in love with her for several years, I realized late. But one day..." Michael smiled wistfully" One day I plucked up the courage... a year ago and something, maybe. And I told her everything that happened to me with her. She kissed me and we started dating. She would come to my house after school. We would eat apples from the tree and study a little. And then we’d kiss a lot in the neighbor's barn at night. "

Y / N gave a little laugh, and that triggered Michael's pulse.

“Then I reconnected with my family, with the Shelbys. And I was so mad at the Johnsons for keeping my true story from me… they had told me, they’d abandoned me. When Tommy told me the truth, I was blinded by the pain of the lie and the thrill of finding my family. I did not realize that by meeting my old family, I would be abandoning one that was beginning to grow, you know?" They both wiped away tears.

“So, my girlfriend, she came to my homwtown angry, alone and pregnant. She was super, super angry and sad. And she told me everything, and I never felt worse. For having abandoned her, for seeing her cry about it and for abandoning her again when she told me she was pregnant. So..." he sighed "I am this, a simple stranger, who tells the story of his life, to the love of his life. Hoping that she forgives him. Because, you know, I know she knows I'm a bloody idiot. I mean, when we kissed for the first time, I accidentally bit her lip and left a small scar. "

They both laughed, listening to each other and wiping their tears.

“So…yeah. If you ever see her, tell her that for me, I know she doesn’t want to see me.” Michael said, with remarkable sadness.

Y/N wiped away her tears and gently pulled her hair. She stand up and knocked on the door three times. She then heard Michael stand up quickly.

"Who is this?" Michael asked.

"My name is Y/N, can I come into your life... again?" she asked, crying.

Michael's heart began to skip multiple beats and his smile spread across his face. He opened the door and saw his girlfriend standing, tired and crying. When their eyes connected, both bodies exploded into a loving embrace. They were both crying, they missed each other.

"I’m so sorry Y / N, so, so, so, sorry..." he stroked her hair.

"I love you, Michael Gray. But the next time you leave without saying goodbye, I will kill you with my bare hands. "

"Your hands are little, lovey, you can’t." She laughed, while Michael was filling her face with kisses.

"So, wait to see what a woman with little hands does to you at three in the morning when you don't want to take care of your baby."

Michael stopped the kisses and looked into her eyes.

"For a moment I had forgotten." Laughed Michael.

"Oh my God." Y/N joined in on her boyfriend's laughter.

[malfoymanortings]

somebody else PT 2

SUMMARY: Mae has been in love with Draco Malfoy since her first year at Hogwarts. Draco Malfoy fell in love with Mae in their fourth year, and then promptly fell into Pansy’s bed instead. All the while, Mae clings to the hope that Draco will change. That is, until, Ron Weasley takes his chance.

PAIRINGS: toxic!Draco x OC, Ron x OC, Ginny x Luna

im not sure that I like how this turned out, but hopefully you all enjoy it! I was very surprised I got so much positive feedback on that little one shot i posted. thank you all for the love! 

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Perhaps it was her conversation with Ginny the previous night, or perhaps it was because she felt so hollow inside, but Mae resolved herself on confronting Draco. Of course, he didn’t make things easy for her. He never did.

“Pansy and Draco are sitting awfully close, aren’t they?” Blaise said conversationally, taking a sip of his morning coffee. Full of cream, three sugars. As always.

Mae eyed Draco and Pansy warily, noting the way Pansy laughed into Draco, her hand seeming to move onto his leg although it was hidden from the table. “They’re just friends.”

“Rubbish,” scoffed Blaise harshly, stabbing an egg. “You’re much smarter than that, love.”

Pansy took that moment to brush Draco’s hair out of his face, and something broke inside Mae as Draco caught her hand in his own, bringing her knuckles to his lips and ghosting a kiss across them.

“It’s none of your business though, innit?” snapped Mae, slamming her glass of pumpkin juice down so harshly it brought the attention of the entire half of their table, including Draco and Pansy. “If Draco wants to fuck a slut, let him.”

Blaise choked on his eggs, slamming a fist into his chest as he attempted to swallow. Draco tilted his head, a sneer on his face, while Pansy began hurling insults at Mae. 

“Perhaps if you weren’t a filthy half-blood, Draco would be more interested. He wants a real woman.” Pansy declared wickedly, her lips lifted up in a snarl.

“A real woman with real STDs, hm?” retorted Mae, standing up from the table. “Everyone knows you fucked Theodore Nott last week, and he had to go to Madam Pomfrey from whatever you gave him!”

The part about Pansy fucking Theodore Nott was true, although the STD part was not. But Mae was so angry, so fed up with how the both of them were treating her, that she couldn’t contain it anymore. At this point, most of the Great Hall had caught sight of what was happening, although the teachers at least pretended to be oblivious. She caught sight of Ginny grinning at her encouragingly.

“I’m going to be honest with you, because no one else will,” Draco said the words slowly, casually, as though he were speaking of the weather. “Anyone who says they’re interested in you, beyond just fucking you, is a liar.”

Mae felt her cheeks burn, as the Slytherin table began laughing and oohing under their breath, and she rushed out of the Great Hall. She heard footsteps behind her, but she ignored them, until someone tugged harshly on her arm, the rings on his fingers alerting her to who it was.

“Why?” demanded Mae, turning around with unshed tears. An amused Draco stood in front of her, looming over her. “Why do you do this to me?”

Perhaps the question caught him off guard, because Draco replied with “I don’t know.”

Mae let out a strangled sob, wiping her hands harshly down her face. “I just want to be the one you love.”

“Oh darling,” Draco said the words softly, reaching out to caress her cheek. Mae closed her eyes for a moment, and she could pretend everything was fine. “I’ll never love you.”

With those words, Draco shoved her jaw harshly, causing a loud popping noise to sound as pain reverberated through the lower half of her face.

“I’m breaking up with you.” Mae said the words first, opening her eyes to see Draco actually looking.. Hurt, by her words.

“Took you long enough.” 

Mae looked to see Ginny heading her way, her hand intertwined with Luna’s, with the Golden trio, Pansy, and Blaise following close behind.

“We would have never made it anyways.” Draco responded quietly, and Mae felt a bit vindicated to see that he appeared to feel at least partially upset.

“That’s your fault.” her voice shook, but Mae said the words passionately.

“How?” he had the nerve to sound incredulous, and Mae balled up her fists as tears of anger came to her eyes.

“You always cheated on me with Pansy! You treated me like I was your pet, like you could keep fucking around without any care for my feelings!” the words she had been keeping in for so long burst out, and she felt a rush of vindication that she finally got to say them aloud.

Draco scoffed, and any hope of him apologizing or fighting for her went out the window. “You really think I give a shit about you? It’s your loss, Callisto.” he sneered her last name, looking over his shoulder to see the others approaching them.

Mae’s eyes hardened, hatred growing as Pansy ran pathetically over to Draco. “Your whore’s here.”

Pansy rolled her eyes. “Sorry you don’t know how to keep a man.”

“Don’t make this harder than it has to be Callisto,” Draco drawled out, slinging an arm over Pansy. “Nobody likes a slut that doesn’t understand when her time is up.”

“What did you just say?” Ron Weasley was the last person Mae expected to speak to Draco after he said those words.

Draco scoffed. “You heard me, Weas-”

Before Draco could get the full word out, Ron’s fist collided with Draco’s delicate features. Mae’s eyes widened as Ron wound his fist back once more, knocking Draco flat on his back. Pansy started screaming, and Blaise started laughing.

“Blaise, help him!” Pansy shrieked, slapping a hand to her mouth in horror.

Blaise sighed, rolling his eyes. He gave Mae a quick look, (perhaps in an apology?) before he gave Ron a swift kick to his stomach. Ron stumbled backwards, falling on his bottom, and Draco lay on the ground clutching his bruised and bloody face.

Pansy promptly threw herself down onto Draco, and Blaise stood there with his arms crossed as though he were just waiting for the show to be over. Mae, on the other hand, had nothing left to say to Draco, and turned her attention to Ron, who had just gotten off the floor with the help of Harry. 

“Thank you,” the words were quiet, but sincere. Ron nodded to her, his eyes not wavering from hers.

“He’s not worth it, yeah?” said Ron, shaking his bruised knuckles. “He never deserved you.’

Mae, suddenly flooded with emotion, just shook her head, and with tears burning in her eyes, she left the scene behind her.

--=--

The hardest thing was seeing Draco be so openly affectionate with Pansy. It broke her, each time she entered the common room to see her sitting on his lap. Getting a kiss on the cheek. A hug. A tender embrace. It burned like hell.

So, she began spending less time in the common room. She began joining Luna and Ginny on their outings, normally in the astronomy tower, and at some point, the Golden Trio started joining them. It became a routine, the six of them hanging out in either the tower or the library, if Hermione got her way. 

On the bright side, her grades had never been better. 

A month after the incident with Draco, Mae found herself feeling the wound particularly harshly. She paced outside the Gryffindor common room, hoping to find Ginny coming out of the portrait hole. Instead, she got Ron Weasley, who didn’t seem all too surprised to find her out there.

“You alright?” Ron asked awkwardly, halfway in the doorframe and halfway out.

Mae shook her head silently, her chest aching. “Not really.”

“How ‘bout we take a way, yeah?” suggested Ron, stepping out of the portrait hole. It swung shut loudly behind him.

Mae shrugged her shoulders, and together they walked in silence. They had no clear destination in mind, and Mae found she felt slightly better having his company around her. Ron, she had found, had a fairly dry sense of humor and it was ever so easy to laugh around him. Sometimes, the others didn’t quite understand the joke, but Mae always did. His humor was similar to hers, if she could just find it again.

“I always wondered,” Ron broke their silence, stopping to sit on a ledge overlooking the black lake. “If the squid really existed.”

“Oh, it does,” Mae assured Ron, hopping up on the opposite side of the stone ledge, wrapping her robe tightly around herself. “Sometimes in the common room, we get to see it swim by.”

Ron’s eyes flashed with admiration. “Wicked.”

“I suppose it might be a bit more exciting than overlooking the grounds,” Mae said the words pretentiously, sniffing as she hid a grin from Ron. “We get to see the inside of the black lake, while you boring Gryffindors just get landscape.”

“At least during winter we haven’t got to sleep under ten blankets just to get by,” protested Ron, bringing a hand up to brush his hair out of his face. “Then again, you might just have an iron deficiency.”

Mae’s eyes widened. “That’s a big word for Ronald Weasley.”

“Hermione mentioned it!” defended Ron, moving his hands as he spoke. “She’s the one who suggested you go to Madam Pomfrey for it! You’re always freezing!”

“It’s a perk of being damaged goods, I suppose.” Mae said the words without much thought, as she had gotten distracted by Ron’s rather large hands moving around.

Ron went still, and he gave Mae a confused look. “Damaged goods?”

Mae’s feelings of inadequacy came back, and she felt the stinging of tears hit her eyes. She tried to play it off, giving a weak laugh. “Well, yeah, what else would you call me?”

“Beautiful,” the word rolled off Ron’s tongue rather quickly, as though he hadn't had to think about it at all. 

Tears slipped out of her eyes as Mae processed his words. How could anyone think she was beautiful? Couldn’t he see how damaged she was? Draco had used her up and thrown her out, and no one else would ever want his seconds. He had told her that many times.

“Don’t,” the words came out wet and wobbly. “Don’t lie to me.”

Ron was rarely serious, but he completely focused on her as he reached out to grab her hand in his large one. “Mae, why would I lie about that?”

The tears came freely now, and she could feel a sob building up in her chest. “Ronald Weasley, don’t you dare sit there and lie to me! Don’t fucking sit there, and tell me I’m beautiful, because I’m not. I’m used up and I’m damaged, I will never be anything beyond that!”

Before she could protest, Ron had pulled her into a hug, engulfing her small frame in his large one. Mae had forgotten what it was like to be embraced like this, and she buried her head into Ron’s wide chest as she cried. In the back of her mind, she understood that was likely having a panic attack. 

“Calm down Mae,” Ron held her close, caressing her hair. “You’ll be alright.”

They sat like that, until Mae’s cries subsided and she took a shaky breath, pulling out of Ron’s embrace. She was suddenly embarrassed that she had overreacted as she did, and a blush stained her wet cheeks.

“‘M sorry about that,” mumbled Mae, wiping her cheeks roughly. “I didn’t mean to make you all soggy.”

Ron laughed at that. “Why would I complain, a beautiful girl cried on me today. Sounds like a win to me!”

Mae hit Ron on his arm for that, a small laugh coming out of her as well. If anything, Ron Weasley knew how to switch the mood. “Don’t be a prat, Weasley.”

Ron’s eyes crinkled in the corners as he tossed his head back in a loud bout of laughter, and Mae found herself staring at his full lips. Really, how had she not noticed how perfectly shaped Ron’s lips were before? And Merlin, how were his teeth so straight and white?

As quickly as she began admiring Ron Weasley, images of silver hair and grey eyes flashed through her mind, and she shut her eyes and swallowed hard. There would never be Draco and Mae, that much was clear. It did not do to dwell on things that would never change.

“Imagine leaving me for a Weasley.”

Mae’s stomach dropped as she saw Draco swaggering towards her and Ron, Blaise close behind him. She hated how she still got butterflies as he eyed her appraisingly, before sneering at Ron.

“Shut it, Malfoy.” snapped Ron, his ears growing pink as he dug in his robes for his wand.

“Oh,” whistled Draco, drawing out the vowel. “Weaselbee is going to show off how big of a man he is. Trust me, Weasel, been there, done that. I’m the best she’ll ever have had.”

“Tell me Malfoy, you ever been hexed so hard you had to fight for your life?” snarled Ron, standing before the silver haired boy and brandishing his wand.

Mae quickly got down from the stone ledge, standing in between Draco and Ron, placing a hand on both of their chests. “Both of you, stop it!”

Ron’s jaw clenched, and he didn’t lower his wand. Draco smirked at the sight of her hand on his chest, his eyes flicking down at it before backup to look her in the eyes. 

“Stop looking at me like that,” Mae said the words firmly, glaring at Draco. “We aren’t together anymore. Stop acting like this.”

“Doesn’t mean I can’t fight little Weaselbee.” drawled Draco, flexing his fingers on his wand. “I still had you first.”

“And I fucking left you!” shouted Mae, shoving Draco back from her and Ron. “Get that through your thick skull, and go back to Pansy. The bitch you always cheated on me with!”

“You said you loved me.” Draco said the words softly, bitterly, so quickly that Mae almost didn't catch it. 

For a moment, it felt as though it were just the two of them, Draco and Mae, just as it should have been.

Mae stepped back, away from Draco, away from Ron. Her mouth twitched, her eyes grew wet, and she was at a loss for words. She turned then, and hurried out of the courtyard.

How dare he do this to her. 

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[cocochannel00]

No Power

A little Harry and kids while we all self isolate/ self quarantine. When storms blow outside only Harry can calm the Styles clan down...

Kids ages: Connor (17), Becca (16), Grayson and Riley (14), Victoria (10), Casey (5)

(Y/u)- your university/college

The wind gusts outside were making you nervous. It was days like these when you wished you and Harry had used protection a bit more often. You hated losing power not because of the dark but because nothing was harder then entertaining six kids at once with ages ranging from 5-17. There was nothing they could all agree on and to make matters worse Harry had gotten stuck in traffic on his way home.

Casey was about ready to cry every time a tree creaked outside, but luckily you had Riley and Grayson distracting her as you went to look for more candle and matches. Connor and Becca came up from the basement with a couple of flashlights. Right behind them ran Vicca with her arms full of board games and puzzles. She raced into the living room and placed them all on the table hurriedly before trying to convince Gray and Riley to play with her. It looked like world war three had taken place in your living room but at this point the only thing that mattered to you was keeping everyone happy. Your “number of days without a cry in the house” chart had been at 0 for the past week and you didn’t think it was going to change anytime soon.

Another gust hit they house as you slowly walked towards the window. You lived in what you called the woods as you were surrounded by trees from every side. It was beautiful year round but every time these strong winds would come around you were feared a tree would fall on the house.

“Swear to god if one of these freak’n trees falls on this house or near it I will tear that man a new one. Told him so many times to get these trees checked but he wouldn’t” you mumbled to yourself as you peaked outside for a moment.

As you were about to close the curtain you heard a crack of thunder and saw lightning shoot down onto the ground, just missing your utility poll. Scared by the noise, Casey began to cry historically and you picked her up in your arms to try and calm her down. Most of your old kids looked quite frightened by the lighting as well so you gave them all a reassuring smile and told them to sit around on the couch in the room.

"Why don't we make that Harry Potter puzzle you brought Victoria" Becca stated as she pulled everyone's attention to the table. The rest of the group nodded their heads and started spreading out the pieces.

“Think they moved the storm up to a tropical storm a couple hours ago. Suppose to be hit a bit harder then expected” Connor stated as he picked up Victoria off the couch, taking her spot so she could sit in her lap.

“Mommy what’s a tropical storm?” Victoria asked as she tugged at the rings on Connor’s fingers as she does with Harry.

“Nothing we need to worry about love, just a little more wind then usual that’s all,” you replied as you craddled Casey in your arms and glared at Connor for bringing it up

"Gray, can you turn on the fire place please? There should be some wood in the garage near the bike rack. Riley can you help him grab up here?” You asked as you walked into the kitchen to get Casey some water.

Both boys nodded and got to work as you placed Casey on the kitchen counter and grabbed her water bottle, refilling it.

"Daddy...... mommy I want daddy" Casey stated in between sniffles and tears.

"He's coming, don't you worry baby. Daddy’s on his way back from work and he’s bringing a special surprise" you said, placing a kiss on her head.

“Happy meal?!” Casey said slightly excited by the prospects of her favorite person bringing her a special treat.

“Maybe, well have to wait and see baby” you whispered as you pushed her hair away from her forehead.

"All done mom" you heard Riley yell from afar.

“Thank you babies” you yelled back before grabbing your phone and sending a quick text telling him to try and hurry. Harry was always good at entertaining them all and that's what you really needed right now.

You paced through the first floor with Casey in your arms as you looked for some blankets seeing as the heating in your house had stopped working a little over an hour ago when the power first went out. After passing a couple out to your children and wrapping one around Casey, you took a sit on the couch next to Becca and waited for Harry. Suddenly and you saw lights outside and you heard a car engine, you realized that Harry was finally home. You were about to get up and greet him at the door when suddenly you heard a horrific crack and boom noise. A course of screams rang from around the room as your kids startled at the noise.

Casey began to sob again in your arms as you quickly turned on your phone flashlight to shine it in everyone in the room, making sure everyone was ok. Carefully, you got off the couch and walked towards the window, seeing a giant tree laying on the ground five feet from your living room window. Shocked at how close it was to your house you slowly backed away from the window, hugging Casey to your chest. The tree had taken down the entire power line with it as it was now laying on your drive way.

You started to pull the blind downs as you heard Harry manually trying to open the garage door to get his car inside.

"Everything's fine guys, don't worry. Rebecca, why don't you take Casey to go wait for daddy at the door. I hear he might have a surprise for everyone" you stated as you wiped the tears from Casey’s face. Casey wriggled out of your arms and both girls ran hand and hand to the garage door.

"Becca light all the candles for me please, I’m going to get some plates out” you stated as you passed her one of the lighters. Riley grabbed the lighter and started swinging it around pointing it at Grayson's hair.

"Let me do it" he said

"Absolutely not. The last thing we need is you burning the house with that" you stated as you grabbed it from him and went to the kitchen to light some candles.

As you were lighting the last one a door creaked and you heard Harry’s voice followed by giggles. Harry walked in carrying Casey in his arms as Becca carried the bag full of greasy food you had persuaded him to buy. You smiled at him as he walked towards you.

"Hi love, how are you?" He asked as he walked into the kitchen and gave you a quick kiss before placing Casey on the counter.

“Mommy mommy, daddy brought me a happy meal” Casey cheered as she kicked her legs against the cabinets.

"Wonderful honey but don’t kick the cabinets. I’m alright H, glad you're home" you replied as you separated the candles from Casey's reach.

"You look like you could use a towel though" you stated as you touched his soaking wet hair and brushed it down a bit. He shook his hair like a dog in your face, causing Casey to burst into giggles. You shook your head and walked to the closet to find a towel for him.

Harry scooped up Casey and walked into the living room to sit with the rest of your kids. As you approached the living room you saw that Victoria had already started spreading out the boxes of chicken nuggets and fries.

You stood behind Harry as he sat on the recliner and placed the towel on top of his head, rubbing it roughly with your fingers to dry his hair. You shook his head side to side which caused a chorus of laughs from Casey and Victoria.

"Jesus love, if you wanted to take my head off there are nicer ways to do it" Harry stated as he brushed his hair back into place with a smile.

"She’s being gentle with you, mom used to try and rip my hair out when she use to dry it" Riley stated

"Yeah. I remember Connor even cried once because he had something sticky that wouldn't come out of his hair and the towel got stuck" Grayson said with a laugh.

Connor scowled, "that did not happen".

“Y’all can dry your own hair from now on then” you grumbled as you started passing out plates to everyone.

You all laughed as Becca started to make crying noises at Connor as he shoved her off the couch. As you all continued to goof off another strike of lightning lit up the sky as the thunder sounded. You looked towards the blinds as Casey clutched herself onto Harry’s shirt.

"Shhh baby it's ok, you're safe" he whispered quietly as he wrapped his arms around her shaking frame and slowly brushed his hands through her hair. Your family served themselves dinner as Connor tucked Victoria inbetween him and Grayson as Rebecca took the love seat and Riley sprawled himself out on the floor.

"Im going to go change quickly and we'll do something fun when I get back, maybe I’ll play the new song I’ve been working on” Harry stated as he stood up and passed you Casey before grabbing a flashlight and walking upstairs.

You shift yourself on the recliner as you laid Casey in your arms while you rubbed her back. You could tell that she was going to fall asleep soon. You all laid around the room munching on nuggets as Becca discussed the soccer tournament she had gone to last week. You heard Harry’s footsteps as he walked into the room wearing one of the (Y/u) shirts he had bought for himself when you started dating. He loved showing you off and had practically bought half of the bookstore when he came to visit you on campus a couple of times.

“Surprised you brought McDonalds dad. Did mom have you in the dog house or something?” Connor asked, reminding you all of the health freak that Harry is.

“Hey I didn’t do anything yet. I figured I would give y’all a treat for not destroying the house today”

“Oh don’t play the hero H, the powers out so we can’t cook dinner. I figured we all deserved a little comfort food for the night” you replied back, sticking your tongue out at your husband as he rolled his eyes.

You got up from the recliner and placed the now sleeping Casey on the large beanbag in the corner of the room where you could keep an eye on her. Wrapping her up in a blanket you left her there to rest as you went to sit on Dylan's lap and cuddle under a blanket with him.

"They said that their won't be power till at least Sunday night" Grayson stated as he scrolled through his phone.

"Well I guess we're all camping out in here than for the night than. I call cuddling with mommy for the night" Harry said as he hugged your body tighter.

"Yes" Riley shouted as he started throwing pillows on the ground and grabbing blankets.

"Riley what the fuck are you doing" Connor questioned as he watched Riley run around.

"Making a pillow fort obviously" he replied. Grayson and Victoria jumped out of their seats to help with the fort.

"Well I guess we’ll all be be sleeping in a fort tonight" Connor replied as he got up to help them.

The rest of that night was spent building the fort while Harry played a couple of his new songs to everyone. Your kids all slept in the pillow fort just like when they were little as you cuddled up to Harry on the recliner and watched your not so little family spend some much needed time together.

“I love you baby, thank you for giving me them.” Harry whispered in your ear as he placed a chaste kiss on your forehead.

“I love you too H” you whispered back as you fell asleep surrounded by everyone you loved.

[descendantofthesparrow]

2 part commission - Harry Hook x reader - the masked princess - part 1

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You sat silently at an empty lunch table, watching as those at the next looked at you wearily and whispered to each other.

You sighed, leaning on your hand and picking at your food.

You were the second daughter of Aurora and Phillip, the younger sister of Audrey…the one everyone avoided because of your sister's attempted take over.

It wasn’t fair, almost everyone had forgiven her within the day she was returned to normal, and almost everyone shunned you for what SHE did.

You looked up, watching as your sister walked through the doors, laughing and smiling with Jane and Evie. You swallowed down the pit in your throat and stuffed some mac n cheese in your mouth.

It wasn’t fair.

--

You looked up from your sketchbook notebook as the teacher announced there would be new students joining the class.

“Everyone, I want you to welcome our new students.” you felt your breath stop as a tall, dark, handsome boy walked through the doors, his bright ocean blue eyes scanning the room as a girl with long teal hair entered in after him.

‘That’s uma’ you thought, remembering her from your sister's ramblings ‘so that must be…’

“Harry ‘ook” the tall boy muttered, obviously bored as the teacher made him introduce himself. ‘Harry Hook’ you finished your thought, finally tearing your eyes away from the handsome son of Hook.

“Alright, Harry you sit back there with miss (whatever aurora and Phillips last name is) and uma-“ you ignored the rest of the teacher's speech, watching from the corner of your eye as Harry made his way towards you and sat down in the desk next to you.

You didn’t bother to say hi, you knew the others would tell him to stay away from you as soon as they got a grip on him.

It didn’t stop your heart from latching onto him, even if you told it that it would never happen.

Because in the week and months following, you saw a side that you knew many others didn’t see.

He was a brother, his playfulness with the younger members of his crew, making faces at his sisters when they weren’t looking. His laughter as CJ jumped onto his back and demanded to be carried.

He was creative, humming little tunes as he worked, little doodles on the edges on his page, the spark of excitement in his bright ocean blue eyes when the teacher would assign an art or writing based assignment.

He was a strategist, joining tourney and quickly rising the ranks to the captain as he shaped up the team and destroying the other schools with quick and witty plans.

 He was smart, in the sense of people, able to tell if someone was angry or sad from simply glancing at their hands. He could taunt someone into messing up, leading to many a victory in tourney and R.O.A.R. along with getting someone like chad to leave the new young isle kids alone.

He was kind, you had seen him carry small animals in his coat and hoodies, cooing at them and handling them gently. He stayed with crew members and younger members of the isle as they cried or had panic attacks.

He was brave, diving into deep-sea waters as Jane fell in. tackling a rabid animal as it tried to attack dude, standing up to a deranged villain.

You just couldn’t help but fall in love with the bright blue-eyed pirate. And it sucked, knowing he only knew you as ‘the girl who I sit next to in a couple of classes and gave me a pencil one time’

So you sat in your corner, watching as girls flirted with him, and him flirt back…including your sister.

She didn’t know you liked him but it still hurt, but you knew that if he had a choice he would choose her over you.

She was more outgoing, she was the perfect daughter, she was the oldest daughter of Aurora, she was the one in the spotlight.

Why would the handsome, brave, kind and charming Harry Hook choose the plain, closed in, and unnoticed younger sister of Audrey.

Then one day.

You tilted your head, taking one of the free flyers in the clear hanging box next to the hanging poster, turning it over to see the back

-meet at the grand ballroom (cafeteria) the 31st at 7 pm-

That…that sounded fun, you smiled to yourself, you needed a night to just…let yourself be unknown because so many others would be as well.

But…your shoulders sagged, you didn’t have any dresses, and you were too socially awkward to go ask for one.

So as the day of the ball drew closer, you watched as the other students chatter about their outfits and masks, some considering asking their crush or s/o to the ball.

You listened to your sister wonder about asking Harry…and you sat in the background, sketching out a beautiful blue mask and dress, based on the blue version of your mother's classic dress.

A knock sounded at the window of your room, you and your sister looked to each other and you stood and carefully looked out, sighing in relief as three balls of light floated about.

You opened the window and stepped aside.

Fauna, flora, and Merryweather gently flew in, growing in size as they landed on the floor. “hello children~” fauna cheered, her and flora walking over to Audrey as Merryweather sat next to you, offering a cookie.

“We heard there's a ball coming up and we want to help you get ready!” flora cheered, clapping her hands together.

You sighed and sat back, Merryweather tilting her head at you “(y/n)? sweetheart, what's wrong?”

“I don’t think im going” you muttered, Merryweather puffed up and leaned forward.

“why not?”

“well, I don’t have a dress or mask for it, and the guy I like is probably going with Audrey, I- I really don’t see a reason to go” you looked down to your lap, playing with your fingers.

“well…that’s not- alright, ill help make you a dress and mask, and you'll go to the ball, and you'll turn everyone's head and get that boy!”

You shushed her, you didn’t want Audrey to hear “no! not so loud, besides, who would want me there?”

“us!” Merryweather stressed, “we’ll be there as chaperones, and we want you to go out for once and have fun!”

You sighed, laughing a little and nodding “alright, alright ill go!”

Merryweather smirked and gave a triumphant nod. “good, now show me what your thinking of wearing”

As you showed her your sketch, Merryweather's face brightened “oh my, (y/n) that is a gorgeous dress! And that mask-ohhhh that boy will go gaga over you”

You chucked, shaking your head. “alright merry”

As Audrey left with flora and fauna, merry magicked up some blue ombre fabric, gently floating the sketch page in front of her and muttering some random words and measurements.

“you'll look amazing trust me love” you sighed, letting Merryweather do her work.

“and ill enchant it so it won't fit anyone else but you since I know how your sister is” you burst out laughing recalling all the times she borrowed your clothes and never returned them.

“thanks” you settled down in the windowsill chair and pulled your sketchbook to you, sketching down a particular boy and girl dancing away.

===

You finished the wing on your liner, breathing deeply and edging from your mirror, all that was left was to do your hair and get dressed, and then it would be time to go to the ball.

“alright (y/n) you got this, it's just a ball, everyone will be wearing masks, no one will know it's you”

Audrey was already at the “ballroom” being apart of the planning committee. “and maybe- maybe harry will notice you? Yeah right”

You snorted, backing away from the mirror and looking to your bed, smiling softly at the ombre blue ball gown, the light blue mask resting next to it.

“Alright, let's do this!”

---

Harry sighed, he was bored, Audrey wouldn’t shut up and leave him alone, he wished he hadn’t been convinced to come along by evie.

He reached up, fixing the sliding mask on his nose and stood from leaning against the wall, ignoring Audrey as she asked him what he was doing.

He walked to the punch line, groaning loudly as uma stepped next to him, her teal sea-themed mask staring back at him. “your bored aren’t you?” she chuckled.

“there's no one interestin’” he snorted. Looking around the room….wait who- “uma whos tha’?” harry whispered, pointing over to the main doors.

Uma turned, her brows raising as she spotted who harry was talking about.

The masked girl wore an off-shoulder blue ombre ball gown with glitter on the end of the skirt, an elegant blue mask encrusted with diamonds placed delicately on her face.

Her (h/c) hair (curled, straightened, braided) and framing her face perfectly.

Smokey eyes hiding behind the mask, (lip type) lips painted with a tint of (reddish/peach/whatever color u want)

“Wow, she's pretty” she whistled, smirking as harry broke away from her and walked directly to the girl.

“uh oh” she chuckled “I feel like im in one of those classic fairy tales now”

“why?” Gil came up behind her, mask on top of his head, and eating honey beignets.

“you know it, the young man, bored at the ball, unamused by anyone's advances, suddenly he stops! For there she stands, the girl of his dreams!” gil looked up, seeing Harry's red-suited form walking up to the girl in blue.

“who she is or where she came from he does not know, nor does he care” uma smirked watching as harry gently grabbed her hand, the girl whipping around surprised, her ears becoming darker.

“for his heart tell him, that here, here is the maiden destined to be his~” Harry pressed his lips to her hand, smiling at her.

Uma and Gil looked to each other and chuckled “it seems we may have an addition to the crew?”

“if she unmasks herself at the end of the night like everyone else” uma thought aloud. Gentle music began to play, harry bowed and held his hand out to the girl, inviting her to dance.

She took his hand and he led her to the main dance floor, joining the others.

“uma” Gil announced in a posh voice “may I have this dance milady~”

Uma let out a cackle “you may~”

---

You knew Harry was the one who had walked up to you, kissed your hand, asked you to dance, and continued to spend the night with you.

And you didn’t care, you knew he didn’t know who you were, and would forget about you the next day. But you didn’t care, you would follow Merryweather's wish for you to simply have fun.

It had been a wonderful couple of hours, you had met uma and gil for the first time, and you loved them (you wished you were brave enough to meet them without the mask) you met his sisters CJ and Harriet.

And now you and harry sat just outside the ballroom on the balcony simply talking and laughing.

Harry tilted his head at you, a bright smile on his face “so lass, how come I haven’t seen yeh around the school, Im sure I would have noticed a bonnie lass like yeh around.”

You gave a nervous giggle and shrugged “im not that noticeable, trust me”

You jumped as the bell sounded, looking inside you saw the rest of the school standing in front of the stage where the band was, seeing fairy godmother announce the removal of the masks.

“oh, I have- I have to go!” you stood, desperate to leave when Harry grabbed your wrist, you whipped back around, chest hurting as you looked into Harry's confused eyes.

“But why? Everyones about ta remove their masks, I don’t even know yer name?” you shook free, holding your hand close to your chest.

“im-im sorry”

“10!”

“please at least tell me yer name” harry pleaded, you bit your lip, you didn’t want to tell him your name, you knew as soon as you did he would know and would avoid you like all the others.

“rose…my name is rose” really (y/n)? your mother's old name?

“rose…ill find yeh” you looked into his bright ocean blue eyes one last time and bolted, not bearing to look as the crowd said the final number and removed their masks.

…Harry looked after you, slowly removing his mask.

“ill find yeh” he muttered, he promised to himself, he would find his masked princess.

-----

You slammed your dorm room closed, doing your best to not hyperventilate. “okay…okay, breathe (y/n) breathe! He doesn’t know it was you, he won't find out!”

You stopped “oh but…” a smile bloomed on your face “even if he does….ill never regret this night”

You leaned off the door, slowly dancing as you made your way across the room.

“so this is what mom felt when she met dad” you sighed, removing your mask and gloves, placing them into a box to shove under your bed.

You paused, thumb brushing against the nose of the mask “maybe ill get my prince?”

--end of part 1 --

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The Twins - Part 1

In which Fred and reader welcome their new bundles of joy into the world.💕 Masterpost

Summary: The first children of Fred and reader are born as the couple beings their adventures in parenting and the first real trial of marriage. With a bit of angst IM SORRY. Word Count: 6845 oops Note: So I kinda forgot I had to do this lol. I wrote this at 1am on Friday cause I had two history essays due that I procrastinated hehehe.

You found him in the kitchen and wrapped your arms around him from behind. “What’s this for, love?” He giggled as he turned to face you. You cupped his face in your hands and looked him right in the eyes, “I’m pregnant.”

The tears quickly began to well in his eyes, his emotions processing before his thoughts. “You’re, pr-”

“Yes, Freddie! Pregnant! We’re going to be parents!” He picked you up into the air like you were no more than a feather. Embracing you in the tightest hug he ever had he nuzzled into your neck. 

“How do you know!? How long have you known? How far along are you?! Did you tell anyone else before me? This is amazing! Are you okay?” The amount of questions--both spoken and underlying--that he was throwing at you was unreal.

“I’ve been vomiting, I’m two weeks late, and yes it is amazing!!!” You pulled him into a deep kiss as you celebrated together.

“We need to tell everyone!”

“Woahhh… slow your roll, Weasley. I think I should head to the doctor first. And besides, you aren’t supposed to tell anyone for a few months in case something… happens.” His face contorted a bit at the last part. He had just found out about the little bean inside of you and he already couldn’t bear the thought of something bad happening. “Here, sit down. Can I get you anything?”

You let out a light chuckle. “Fred I’m not diseased. I can’t be more than a month pregnant, it’s almost as if I’m not at all.”

“I knowww,” he groaned, “but you have our baby in there, and I need to protect you at all costs.”

You blushed at his words. “A cup of tea wouldn’t hurt I suppose.”

***

Three days later you and Fred were seated in the doctor's office, practically vibrating with nerves and excitement. 

“Mr. and Mrs. Weasley! Nice to meet you! I’m Dr. Bloom. Congratulations on the news!” Dr. Bloom was the peppiest woman you’d ever met. She couldn’t have been more than five foot two and her dusty brown curls bobbed about the room along with her. “Now, when did you find out?”

You sat up a bit straighter, matching her warm smile. “About three weeks ago I missed my period, and I’ve been dizzy and nauseous ever since… Although I just put the pieces together a few days ago,” you added with a chuckle.

“Great! So you could be about a month along already! How exciting!” She grinned at you and Fred, seemingly more excited for the baby than you two were. “Now normally we would wait until about seven weeks to do an ultrasound, but because we aren’t entirely sure how far along you are we may as well do one today. Mrs. Weasley if you’d please hop up here and just life your shirt a bit.”

You stood and did as she asked, and Fred gripped your hand once you were settled. 

“Now this may be a bit chilly!” she remarked as she began. Her gleeful face quickly contorted into a cross between confusion and concern. You could practically hear Fred’s heart sink as you both feared the worst. “Mrs. Weasley, how far along did you saw you were?”

“Well I missed my period about three weeks ago, but we did skip protection at the beginning of… last… month…” you’re words trailed off as you realised.

“How fun! Mr. and Mrs. Weasley I’d estimate that you are about six weeks along! Good thing I did an ultrasound, it’s the perfect time!” You and Fred grinned at each other with all of the passion in the universe.

“Could we um��� is it too soon to see the baby?” He asked sheepishly.

“Of course not, Mr. Weasley!” She grinned up at Fred… very far up. “Here’s the little bean!” She turned the monitor and your heart melted.

“They’re beautiful,” Fred sighed, the tears welling up in his eyes. “Y/n, love, that’s our baby.” Now you were crying.

“Oh… wait.” Dr. Bloom piped up, except she didn’t sound even the least bit concerned. She turned the monitor back to herself as she searched the screen. 

“Doctor?” Fred questioned, a hint of fear pricking at his words.

She turned back to you, practically jumping out of her seat. “Mr. and Mrs. Weasley you are having twins!!” She practically shrieked as she turned the monitor back to you and Fred. “See? There’s one and there’s the other! Now, it’s too early to tell the gender but you do have two separate amniotic sacs so they could both be the same or you could get a boy and a girl!!”

You and Fred looked at each other once more before wrapping in a tight embrace. “Twins!” You both exclaimed in unison.

“Twins!” Dr. Bloom chimed back. “Twins are quite rare at your age, Mrs. Weasley. Do they run in either family?”

“I have a twin brother,” Fred replied, sounding quite proud of himself. “I can’t wait to tell Georgie!” he whispered to you.

“How fun! Aren’t genetics so interesting!?” She once again grinned up at both of you, both now standing. “Now I should mention that this immediately makes the pregnancy high risk.” Even while delivering somewhat concerning news, she still sounded chipper. “You’ll have to have more ultrasounds, you’ll get a lot bigger, and there is a chance you’ll have to go on bedrest for the last few weeks or you’ll have to deliver early. However, it is a good thing that you two are so young because that reduces all of these risks by a lot!” There were smiles around the room as she handed you the printed picture of the sonogram. “Oh! I almost forgot! Your due date is around early January, of course expect mid to late December since twins are usually born around 36 weeks rather than 38 to 40.” You and Fred thanked her as you headed out of the office.

*** Two months later...early July...14 weeks pregnant.

“Ugh! I look like a whale!” You cried out as you tried to tug your dress on. “Whyyy twins!? I’m barely four months but I look huge already!”

“Nonsense!” Fred piped up from behind you, peering in from the doorway. 

“Honestly I can’t believe I didn’t know until six bloody weeks! I was already showing then I just thought I got fat!”

“Nonsense!” He repeated. “You are bloody stunning, love.” He walked over to you and placed a kiss to your shoulder before crouching down and placing both hands on your belly. “No matter what you look like, you’ll always be gorgeous in my eyes.” He placed a kiss to your belly before standing up again and placing a kiss on your lips.

“Yeah you say that now, but wait until after I have these beans and I’m all saggy,” you chuckled, a tear pricking at your eyes at your true thoughts behind the joke.

“Still beautiful,” Fred kissed you again, laughing. Then he noticed the tear rolling down your face. “Love, what is it! For real, tell me.”

“I’m massive! And these stretch marks! I mean seriously, why do these have to be a thing?! You’re gonna see me after I have our babies and question why we even got pregnant in the first place.

“Y/n! Stoppit, please. These stretch marks are a sign of power and strength. What you’re doing is a bloody amazing thing, especially since you’re doing twice the work. You are the strongest, most fearless woman I know, and no matter what you look like, that won’t change. I can’t stand to see you talk about yourself like that,” he spoke softly, running his hands through your hair as he went. “I’m not walking away until you say that you love yourself no matter how you look. And you have to mean it.” He smiled down at you as he moved behind you to look at you in the mirror.

“I know you love me, Freddie. Thank you. These changes are just...hard,” you sighed a bit as you spoke. “But I love myself, and my body, and all of the amazing things I’m doing right now.” You smiled at him in the mirror. “Happy now?” There was humour in your tone but he could tell you meant what you had said.

“Very.” He kissed the top of your head before he spoke. “Now, we have a busy day. I told mum to gather everyone at the Burrow to share the news, although of course I didn’t tell her that bit. So we are heading there, then we have to take the photos to send out the announcements to everyone else, and then we have our visit with Dr. Bloom later.”

“I’m exhausted thinking about doing all of that,” you added with a laugh. “Can you believe it’s already our third visit? And we get to find out the genders today!” You added with a smile before trailing off, “Of course, only if you want to.”

“I’d love to find out what you’ve got in there, love,” he laughed at his remark, “But only if you do. And I suppose it doesn’t matter all that much in the end, does it?”

“What do you mean?”

“Well it’s all up to them anyway. Boy, girl, somewhere in between, maybe it’ll change. I don’t know, I just want them to be happy and be who they are.” You almost burst into tears at his words.

“I love you, Fred. And our babies.”

“Love you, too.” He gave you a kiss as you both headed out of the bedroom door to apparate to the Burrow.

***

You and Fred tried your best to hide the bump as you came up the path to the front door, but of course everyone noticed as soon as you stepped inside and you were met with a barrage of excited comments.

“Fred Weasley I haven’t seen you in mo-, Y/n you’re pregnant!!” Molly shouted.

“Oi! Look at you, y/n!” Ron and Harry said in unison, “Congratulations!” Ginny and Hermione followed.

“Well would you look at that,” Bill uttered in surprise, “my baby brother’s going to have a baby of his own!” You and Fred exchanged knowing glances, wondering if you should tell them the extra surprise just yet.

“And you didn’t even tell me, your own twin brother!” George scoffed, sounding fake annoyed. “Congratulations, mate!” he said as he patted Fred on the shoulder, “and y/n you’re looking radiant as ever.” You just rolled your eyes and laughed.

“Actually…” Fred began, “we have an extra surprise.” This was met with puzzled looks all around. “Georgie, I guess twins run in the family cause we’re having our own!” This only welcomed another wave of excited shouts from the group.

“Twins!” Fred and Geroge exclaimed in unison, sharing the most excited faces you’d seen in a while.

“How wonderful!” Molly exclaimed, lightly touching your belly, “how far along, y/n? Do you know the genders yet?”

“Fourteen weeks, and we find out today!”

“Fourteen weeks!” George gawked, “Happy birthday to you Freddie…” Fred just rolled his eyes at his brother.

“Fourteen weeks and you’re already huge!” Ron piped up, earning a slap from Molly and Fred. “Heavens no I didn’t mean it like that! I just would’ve thought you were a bit farther along. My apologies, y/n. You look amazing.”

“It’s fine, Ron, I know,” you said, genuinely meaning it, “you get a bit bigger with two babies.” you laughed.

You all sat and talked for a few hours. Discussing everything from how you found out, when you told Fred, and how you felt about it. You noticed it was nearly time for your appointment, so you and Fred rose before saying goodbye to the group and apparating away.

***

“Ah, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, good to see you again!” Dr. Bloom said, chipper as ever. You and Fred looked down at her, smiling. “Y/n, you know what to do, dear. Will you two be finding out the genders today?”

You and Fred looked at each other expectantly before pronouncing a resounding “Yes!” in unison.

“Fantastic,” Dr. Bloom laughed as she got started. “Alright Mrs. Weasley, the babies look amazing, perfectly healthy and the size we’d expect for fourteen weeks.” She smiled at you and Fred as she spoke. “Are we ready to have a look?” You and Fred nodded and grinned. “Alrighty, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, you are having girls!”

“They’re both girls?!” Fred exclaimed, both stunned and overjoyed.

“Yes! Congratulations!”

You and Fred embraced, both crying.

*** Three months later… end of September… 26 weeks pregnant

“Twelve weeks to go, love,” Fred said as he rubbed your belly, “can you believe it?”

“I certainly cannot. But I can believe that I wanna have these babies and be done with pregnancy,” you groaned. “I’m so excited to meet our beautiful baby girls, Freddie.”

“Me too, y/n. I’d never imagine you’d be so eager to give birth. I mean you look radiant and don’t all women just love being pregnant?” Fred muttered as the two of you were cuddled on the couch.

“Are you serious?” You asked, looking down at him.

“What?”

“I mean look at me!,” you exclaimed as you stood, looking at his seated figure on the couch. “I’m absolutely massive and I still have three months to go! I waddle when I walk, I can barely go upstairs without having to take a break at the top, my ankles and back hurt constantly because I’ve already gained thirty pounds and I can barely keep anything but toast down!” you continued, practically yelling, “I mean, how in the world could I be happy right now!”

“Cause you’re carrying our children…” Fred said softly, standing up and resting his hands on your belly. “Our daughters are in there, y/n.”

“I know that, Fred,” you sighed, “and I can’t wait to meet them. I’d just rather be done with this pregnancy. It’s been horrible! Does everyone feel like this?”

“I mean I know you’re extra hormonal but I think you’re overreacting just a bit, love.” wrong answer, Weasley.

“Excuse me?!” You shouted, taking a step back from Fred. “You try gaining this much weight, carrying TWO children,and being in constant pain!” You were yelling now.

“Y/n, I’m so sorry, I- I don’t know where that came from…”

“Yeah? Well you said it so there has to be some truth behind it, Fred. This is my pregnancy, not yours. I’m allowed to feel however I want right now and you can’t say a damn thing about it! At least make an effort to understand what I’m feeling.” You walked away and out into the gardens before he could respond.

Fred came outside to find you about thirty minutes later, wanting to give you some time to cool down. He found you lounged on the chair in the garden, a tear rolling down your cheek. “Y/n? Love, I-”

“I’m sorry, Fred.”

“What? Why? You have absolutely nothing to be sorry for,” he nearly whispered as he crouched down next to you and wiped the tear from your cheek.

“I exploded on you for no reason. I hate yelling, especially when it’s at you, especially when I have our daughters in me. I feel bad.”

“Love you absolutely had a reason to be upset, I made a horrible comment cause I wasn’t thinking. I’m so, so sorry, y/n. What you are going through is a massive change, and you’re right, I can’t even begin to comprehend what it’s like. It’s your body, your emotions, your experience and I stepped on that. I’m sorry.”

“I know. I love you so much, Freddie. And you’ve been absolutely amazing throughout these past six months. I couldn’t have asked for a better husband.”

“I love you, y/n, very much and I hope you know that.”

You slowly and painstakingly rose to your feet before taking his hand and heading inside.

*** Three months later… Christmas Eve… 39 weeks pregnant

“Fred!” you shouted from your bedroom at your husband. He was busy getting the gifts together so the two of you could head to the Burrow for the Christmas festivities. You were huge, tired, and pretty miserable given that you were now a week past your due date of December 17.

“What?!” Fred called out when he reached the bedroom having sprinted upstairs. He’d been on edge ever since your due date and every time you yell his name he thinks this is it, I’m going to meet my daughters. “Is everything okay? Is it time!?”

“No, Freddie,” you said slightly chuckling with an apologetic look on your face. “I just wanted to show you my Christmas Eve outfit.” You looked extremely festive in your red sweater, leggings (you had chosen jeans just ditched them for comfort), and little booties, which all came together with the little Santa hat atop your head.

“You look amazing, love. Ready to go?”

“Absolutely!” Fred went downstairs and came back up with the gifts and from the bedroom floor he grabbed your bags to stay a few nights at the Burrow. You didn’t even have the energy to apparate yourself, let alone go downstairs to do it.

Moments later you and Fred stood in the chilly air outside the Burrow. He quickly ushered you inside while struggling to balance the three bags he was holding.

“Freddie! Y/n!” Molly called out. “Here y/n, please sit,” she offered out the stop on the couch she was just in. You sat down rather fast for your condition, grateful to be off your feet. Molly took the bag of gifts from Fred as he went upstairs to put your bags in his old bedroom, which you’d reluctantly have to share with George and Angelina. “So how are you, darling? The kids are all outside gathering more wood for a fire, and probably getting into trouble,” she chuckled, “Can I get you anything?”

“Oh no, I’m perfectly fine thank you Molly.” She seemed satisfied as she hurried away to call everyone else in from the snowy backyard. The once quiet living room where just you and Arthur, who was asleep, sat quickly filled with Weasleys and their companions.

“Y/n! So great to see you, love,” Ginny smiled warmly at you.

“No babies yet?” Harry asked.

“Unfortunately not,” you chuckled. You answered other questions from the many Weasleys as you greeted them all. Fred then came running down the stairs when he heard everyone.

“Georgie!” he shouted, leaping into his brother’s arms.

“Well hello, Freddie!” he laughed as he hugged his brother. Everyone found various seats around the living room as they asked you more and Fred more questions.

“When is your due date, y/n?” Hermione asked.

“Well it was December 17, but as you can see we’ve since exceeded that.”

“Do you know the genders? If so, why haven’t you told me, er- us?” George questioned.

“We do know, and all in due time, brother.” Fred laughed.

“Are you nervous? Scared?” Charlie asked as Bill shot him a look.

“Extremely,” you and Fred said in unison, exchanging glances. “I’m just so scared I’ll do something wrong, you know?” Fred continued, “Like what if I’m not a good father and I mess them up somehow?” he asked, voice shaky.

“Freddie,” you said softly as Molly spoke up.

“Fred, honey, you’ll do great! Your father and I have surely raised you right and you’re a bloody amazing person, dear. You’ll be one of the best fathers out there!” This was met with affirming nods and ‘mhmm’ from around the room. Seemingly calmed down, Fred took a deep breath as Fleur spoke up.

“Do you have any names in mind?”

“A couple,” you responded, “we definitely want them to have some sentimental or family value to them.”

“Little George Weasley Junior!” George exclaimed. “Or Georgina,” he quickly added.

“They aren’t your kids, you git,” Fred laughed. “Perhaps their middle names could be Molly and Ginevra.” Fred quickly realised his slip, earning a death glare from you as he turned pale as a ghost. He quickly corrected himself, “Or maybe even William, or Percy, or Charles, or… uh… um George, or Ronald, or even Arthur.” He was rambling and it was obvious he was only trying to cover up.

“Y/n Weasley do you have two baby girls in there?” Molly asked, grinning.

“Yes I do! But they aren’t identical,” you said proudly. “We were hoping to announce it tomorrow but someone can’t keep his mouth shut,” you laughed. You and Fred were met with more congratulations and excited sentiments, and Ginny looked like she was about to explode.

“Two baby girls!” she exclaimed, “Harry, we may have to have our own soon!” Harry just froze in his spot and paled.

After many hours of conversation between everyone, it was getting late.

“Alright, kids,” Molly spoke up, “bedtime.”

“But Mummm,” George whined, “ we aren’t children anymore.”

“Then why are you whining like one George Weasley?” Everyone snickered as George turned red. Everyone retreated upstairs to their childhood bedrooms.

“You know, Georgie, sharing a room was great when we were kids but now we’re adults with wives and it’s rather unfortunate.” Fred said to his brother.

“I think it’s quite fun,” George responded, “like one last sleepover before you and y/n are boring adults with kids.”

“Hey now Georgie,” you chimed in, “you seemed awfully excited about these babies a moment ago.”

“Well of course I am, y/n! I can’t wait to meet my little nieces, but I will miss my brother.”

“Oh you wish I’d leave you alone, Georgie,” Fred laughed. 

After getting organized and settled you all climbed into your respective beds. At least they weren’t too close to each other. It was quite difficult to squeeze into the twin sized bed with yourself, Fred, and the baby bump. You eventually made it work and found yourselves cuddled closer than ever, though neither of you seemed to mind.

***

You and Fred woke up Christmas morning to an empty room and the smell of breakfast creeping up the stairs. 

“Morning, love,” Fred whispered sleepily. “Merry Christmas.”

“Merry Christmas, love,” you said as you kissed him. He helped you out of bed before the two of you got ready for the day. You and Fred went downstairs and were met with warm smiles from the Weasleys.

“Morning you two!” Molly smiled at you from the kitchen, “Merry Christmas!”

“Merry Christmas, Molly, and everyone else of course!”

After breakfast everyone found a place in the livingroom and around the tree, elated to receive their Weasley jumpers. As she was passing them around Molly whispered only to you, “I made you one a bit bigger. It’s not for pregnancy cause I figured you’d have the babies by now, but I figured it’ll be nice right after you have them.”

You felt a tear prick at your eye, “thank you, Molly.”

“Of course, dear,” she said, then continued at a normal volume, “I was going to knit some for the babies but we don’t know their names yet! As soon as they’re born I’ll get to work!”

Gifts were passed out between couples, in-laws, and siblings as laughs and smiles were traded around the room. You were about to give Fred his gift when you felt that dreaded pain in your lower back and abdomen. You stopped mid-movement to clutch your stomach, clearly in pain.

“Y/n?” he asked. Between your noises in pain and his questioning, you had the attention of everyone in the room and quickly felt yourself turn red. “Is this what I think it is?” 

“Yeah, I think it was,” you responded once the contraction subsided.

“Merlin!” Hermione gasped, and Fred only turned stark white and didn’t know what to do.

“Is it time?” Ginny asked, sounding more than a bit concerned. Her voice matched the face of everyone else in the room.

“No, I don’t think so. That’s the first contraction I’ve ever had. It’s either my body giving me a little ‘preparation’ one or this is early labour.” Fred winced at ‘labour’.

“Could it be false contractions?” Molly asked, placing a hand on your shoulder.

“I don’t think so. Dr. Bloom said that at this far along any contractions are probably real. She also said that I wouldn’t be able to talk through them, which I couldn’t, and that they’d last at least forty-five seconds. Was anyone timing that, by chance?” you chuckled, expecting the answer to be no.

“Actually, yes,” Hermione spoke up, “fifty-two seconds precisely.”

“Do… do we need to go to the hospital?” Fred asked, finally out of his daze and finally able to speak. 

“No, dear,” you and Molly both said. You took a deep breath before continuing, “Dr. Bloom said early labour is confirmed when you have at least two an hour that are forty-five to sixty-five seconds long. And to notify her and get to the hospital when they are five minutes apart and at least two minutes long, or whenever my water breaks.” Fred winced again at that. “There’s still a chance that could’ve just been a… warning contraction,” you said looking around the room, “Even if this is labour, can we please go about the day normally? I’d like to enjoy Christmas.”

“Of course, love,” Molly said, “but you’re going to the hospital as soon as it’s time, Christmas or not.”

About forty minutes later, you had another contraction. You were in the kitchen talking to Bill as he was washing up dishes from breakfast. 

“So have you and Fred gotten the nursery set up? I’d sure hope so considering you’re in labour,” he chuckled.

“Well I may not be in la-” you groaned in pain as the second contraction hit.

“Y/n? Is it-” You could only nod your head in response.

“Well I guess I’m in labour,” you chuckled.

“Forty-nine seconds,” he told you, and you were grateful he had counted. You thanked him and walked off to find Fred after assuring him you were completely fine.

Bill finished up and everyone was in the living room. You came back downstairs to share the news. “Looks like I’m officially in labour, everyone!” You were met with cheers, everyone knew it would be soon considering you were overdue.

As the day went on you kept having contractions, and it was like the world would stop spinning whenever one would hit you. Whoever you were in the room with would stop whatever they were doing, count the time for you, and not resume their actions until triple-checking that you were okay. You had also been keeping track of the minutes between contractions, holding steady at about thirty-five. You and Fred went to bed early that night as you were so exhausted from the contractions. You could barely sleep as the contractions kept coming. You’d hoped that they would just hurry up and get you into active labour, but they stayed at no less than thirty-three minutes apart.

Another contraction woke you up the next morning after what couldn’t have been more than an hour of sleep. You just stared at the ceiling, uncomfortable until the contraction passed. Fifty-six seconds. You assumed it was rather early as Fred, George, and Angelina were still asleep. You wandered downstairs, expecting mostly everyone to be awake, thinking it was a normal hour knowing the twins always sleep in. Instead you were welcomed by early morning darkness, save for Percy and his small table lamp. 

“It’s barely even six, what’re you doing up?”

“Barely slept, didn’t realize how early it was.” He shrugged and put his book down for you. The third-born Weasley was quite a unique being. Priding himself on his neatness, intelligence, and punctuality, he was already dressed in his daily suit. Come to think of it, you weren’t sure you’d ever seen him in anything other than a suit.

“Still only a half hour apart?” he asked as he headed to the kitchen.

“Unfortunately,” you sighed, “twenty hours now, Percy.” He sighed in content as he handed you a mug of tea, which you then thanked him for.

“What do they feel like? Is it terribly painful?”

“Eh, I wouldn’t say painful. It’s more like pressure and squeezing. I’m sure they’ll hurt more in active labour.” And as you finished your sentence a contraction hit you.

“Merlin,” Percy said when it was over, “that was sixty-one seconds, y/n.”

“That’s the longest one yet,” you said, looking slightly concerned, “and I had one when I woke up, which couldn’t have been more than twenty-five minutes ago.”

“Well I guess things are finally speeding up, eh?” You smiled at him as you sipped your tea. You had always taken a liking to Percy. Sure he was nearly two years older than you, but you had always had the most in common. You can recall all of the late night conversations you’d shared in the Hogwarts library when you and Fred had just started dating.

*** 

It was around four that afternoon and your labour was finally starting to move along. You were just so happy to be almost done with pregnancy that it was like a little celebration everytime you had a contraction, although they were getting more painful. You were out in the garden with Fleur when another one hit.

“Exactly! So these rose-” you froze in pain, the worst it had been yet. You could see Fleur counting silently, her lips moving and eyes darting around in concentration. When it was over you let out a tired yet excited sigh. “How long?” you asked eagerly.

“Seventy seconds, mademoiselle!” you had confided in Fleur about your struggles and she was now just as relieved as you were. “How long since the last?”

“Fifteen minutes!” You practically cheered. You had been in labour for thirty hours now, and not even active labour yet, and you were over it. 

The day went on and the contractions got closer and closer together, but of course more and more painful. By eight that night they were nine minutes apart and Molly made you sit on the couch, not allowing you to get up. “I know it’s not time to go yet, but you need your rest, y/n,” she said, “you have a lot of work ahead of you. Let me get you some tea, love.” She gave you a sympathetic smile before walking away. 

Not ten seconds later you groaned loudly in pain as another contraction hit you. Luckily Ron had been in the living room and was crouching at your side in an instant. You whimpered as the pain took over, just wanting it to end. The contraction finally subsided as Ron was running his hand up and down your leg. “Eighty-two seconds now, y/n. Almost there!” He gave his lopsided smile before standing up. “That one seemed bad, are you okay?”

“That one was pretty bad, but I’m fine. Thank you , Ron.” He smiled again before returning to his seat. Molly had been in the doorway and was smiling proudly at her son. She handed you your mug of tea.

“Let me go fetch Fred, love. He’s been outside with Georgie shoveling snow but I’m sure you’d rather have him with you.” She walked off before you could thank her or respond.

Moments later Fred joined you on the couch. Laying back and settling you between his legs so he could place his hands on your belly. His warmth enveloped you and would surely be comforting with the next contraction. “Hi, love,” he whispered, “how are you?”

“Miserable, Freddie,” you answered honestly.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered as he kissed your head. A few minutes later another contraction hit and you tensed against Fred. He gently rubbed your belly and whispered in your ear, helping you through it.

“Eighty-five seconds,” Ron piped up. “Getting closer!”

You smiled at him, silently thanking him. “I think I just want to go to bed now.”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea, dear,” Molly said, “you’re getting very close and if your water breaks while you're asleep you may not notice.”

“I probably won’t be doing much sleep, but I know I shouldn’t go up.”

“Just relax, darling,” Fred whispered, “I’m right here, you’ll be okay.”

It was now ten thirty, and your contractions were now just under seven minutes apart and very very painful. A particularly bad one hit you as you let out a small scream, you were breathing heavy when it was over. The entire group was in the living room, practically watching your every move.

“Just shy of two minutes, y/n.” Ginny said.

“Thank you,” you said. “You can all go to bed,” you addressed the group, “it’s late.”

“Nonsense!” George said, “We aren’t sleeping until you have those babies.” Everyone nodded and agreed with him.

“I think it’s time to head to the hospital, love,” Fred said.”

“No, Fred,” you replied, a little more sternly than you had intended. “They aren’t five minutes apart yet and they aren’t two minutes long.”

“Love, you’re in a lot of pain and the contractions are barely seven minutes apart any more. That last one was three seconds shy of two minutes.”

“I said no, Fred. I will when they get to six minutes, okay?” He just sighed and placed another kiss on your head.

An hour went by and you were seemingly stuck at seven minutes apart. The pain wasn’t any worse or any better, it was as if you were stuck in labour limbo. You’d been in labour for thirty eight hours now. Various Weasleys had drifted in and out of sleep, but everyone remained relatively alert and they all were at attention when a contraction hit. And after a few more minutes, one did. You let out a louder cry as this one was particularly bad.

“Merlin, that was only six minutes since the last one!” Charlie said, realising what this meant. “Two minutes and two seconds.”

“Love, can we please go now?” Fred asked. “You promised we would when they were six minutes apart.”

“Just a few more contractions, Freddie. They may not stay that close, it could go back up.” Fred only groaned.

“Y/n,” Molly began, “you know I love you but that’s not usually how that works. Speaking from experience, you know I have done this a few times, I think you should go.”

“I don’t want to…” you muttered quietly, but mostly everyone still heard due to the night time silence.

“What’s that, love?” Fred asked.

“I don’t want to go.”

“Well I know you don’t just yet, we can wait a little bit if you’d really like.”

“No, Fred, I don’t want to go at all.”

“Pardon? I don’t think mum would like it very much if you had our babies on her couch.”

“I scared Fred,” you whimpered, holding back tears which inevitably came down. Everyone in the room was looking at you with either concern, sympathy, or both. “I can’t do this… I can’t do this…” you were fully crying now.

“Love, what do you mean? Of course you can do this. You’ve been carrying our babies for nearly ten months now. You’re the strongest woman I know, you can do anything.”

“I know, I’m just scared that something bad is going to happen.” Molly crouched down next to you when she heard that.

“Y/n, I was bloody terrified the first time. We were so young just like you and Fred were. I had all of the same feelings, and believe it or not they all came back again with the twins even though I’d done it three times before. I’ll be honest, having a baby isn’t easy, especially when you do it twice in one day, but I know how strong you are and I know you can do this.” She took your hand in hers and smiled at you. “So would you like to go to the hospital now, love?”

Everyone in the room looked at you expectantly awaiting your answer. You could hear the collective sigh of relief when you nodded your head. The house was quickly alive in an instant. Molly helped you to your feet, everyone put on their winter jackets, Fred called Dr. Blom, and George grabbed the hospital bags. In an instant you had all apparated away to the hospital where you were quickly ushered into a room. The nurse had gotten you situated and into the bed as the Weasley family removed their coats and hats as they found places to sit or stand around the room. Your contractions were four minutes apart now and your water had broken. Fred and George stood on either side of you, squeezing your hands and helping you through each contraction however you needed. Dr. Bloom burst into the room a few minutes later, looking rather peppy for it being midnight, as she began to ask you all the standard questions. You had started to answer, but Fred took over when another contraction hit. Dr. Bloom estimated you had about twenty more minutes to go. Your contractions were now two minutes apart and lasted nearly three minutes. You were showered with words of encouragement from all around the room and George and Fred kept your hair out of your face and rubbed your shoulders. Just as Dr. Bloom has estimated, twenty minutes later she declared that you were ready. “Alrighty! Everyone except the father out!”, a nurse declared as the room burst into a flurry of activity.

“You heard her, love,” Fred began, “out you go.”

You wanted to laugh at his joke but another contraction came over you. “Alright Mrs. Weasley,” Dr. Bloom said, “you can start pushing now!”

About ten minutes of horrible pain later, Dr. Bloom announced, “here’s the first baby, born 12:34 am on December 27, 2002!”

You and Fred both began to cry as the screaming baby was placed on your chest. Sure she

was red and wrinkly, but she was yours. “Ready for round two, Mrs. Weasley?” After a longer amount of time Dr. Bloom spoke up again, “And here’s baby number two! Born 12:50 am on December 27, 2002!” The second baby was placed on your chest and you and Fred were still crying. After a short time, two nurses came to clean the babies up as Dr. Bloom finished what she was doing. Not ten minutes later the babies were handed back to you in their little caps and hospital blankets. 

“They’re beautiful, love. Fantastic job.”

“Thank you, Freddie. But I suppose you had a part in this as well.” You both chuckled as

Fred gently ran his finger over the cheek of the baby closest to him. The girls weren’t identical, but they may as well have been. Every single feature was the same, all except the hair. Both girls were born with a full head of hair, and the only difference between the two was that one had the trademark Weasley red hair and the other had your hair color. The rest of their features were practically a direct copy of Fred. “Would you like to hold your daughters?”

Fred nearly fainted at those words, his daughters, he gently cradled each baby in his arms, whispering to each of them. “Hi, loves. I’m your dad. And that’s your mum over there, she’s the bravest woman you’ll ever meet. I can’t wait to bring you two home.” You practically melted at his words. After a while longer the rest of the Weasleys were brought in and welcomed by you and Fred, who each had one baby. They all remarked over how both girls looked just like Fred, and how the hair was the only difference.

After a moment you spoke up once everyone surrounded the bed and you had their attention. “Everyone,” you began, slightly holding up the red-haired baby in your arms, “this is Cassiopeia Ginevra Weasley.”

“And this,” Fred began with the other little girl in his arms, “is Calliope Molly Weasley.” There wasn’t a dry eye in the room as everyone admired the newest Weasleys.

“You did have the names picked out!” Bill exclaimed. Molly and Ginny were crying the most, looking overjoyed at the babies named after them.

“I love the names, y/n,” Percy said, “you could call them Callie and Cassie for short.” There was a collective ‘awww’ around the room as everyone had realised what you and Fred had done.

After another hour or so of everyone admiring the babies, you started to drift off to sleep. Everyone agreed it was time to be heading home to give you so much-needed rest. You quickly fell asleep, happy to not have to worry about contractions anymore, as Fred set the girls in their little carts before sitting in the chair beside your bed.

“I love you, y/n,” he whispered, “and our new family.”

[anythingandeverything1d]

Surprise

You followed Preston down the hall anxiously awaiting the moment you had dreamed of for months. It had been almost 4 months since you had last seen Harry and you were so excited to finally surprise him on tour, part of you was a little nervous though. Distance wasn't the easiest thing... both you and Harry had been struggling and the past few weeks Harry had been extra distant and almost completely absent aside from a few texts here and there. “Harry’s dressing room is the one on the left” Preston said with a smile. “Good luck kid.” 

You smiled back and mumbled a quick thank you while walking to the door. You could hear Harry inside talking to someone and your heart fluttered up into your chest just thinking about him. You knocked quietly and walked in. The scene before you was not what you had expected to see. Harry was sitting extremely close to a tall blonde haired girl. She was very clearly flirting, running her fingers up and down his chest and he was leaning in to what looked like was about to be a kiss. His eyes shot up and he jumped off the couch. “(y/n)” Harry yelled moving towards you. You backed against the door you had just come through and he stopped. Your heart was beating and tears were forming in the corner of your eyes. You couldn't breathe. This was not the surprise you had planned. You grabbed the door handle and opened it. “(y/n)! Wait!” Harry yelled but you were already running down the hall. You could hear Harry following and you had no clue where you were going but you turned left and right into Louis. 

“(y/n)!” he happily greeted with a warm hug. “I didn't know you were coming love. How are you?” He finally moved back and took in the scene. Tears running down your face, Harry yelling for you somewhere down the hall. He grabbed you and pulled you into the door behind him. 

“(y/n)?” Niall said standing up from the couch to greet you. “Whats wrong?” He looked concerned. Louis pulled you into his bathroom and motioned for Niall to stay quiet about it. No sooner than Louis had shut the door had Harry burst into the room. 

“Niall have you seen (y/n)?” Harry asked out of breath. 

“(y/n)’s here? Where is she? Id love to catch up with her.” Niall answered calmly. “Wait..why would she be hiding from you?” Niall stood up defensively.

“Well she came into my room and well that girl from the other night was in there and then she turned and ran.” Harry answered. “I need to find her though. I need...I need to...I just need to talk to her.” He answered sadly.

“Well she isn't here mate.” Niall said sitting back down clearly annoyed. Louis looked at you with empathy and wiped your cheeks. Once Harry had left he opened the bathroom door and sat you on the couch. 

“Quite the way to start a surprise huh love?” Louis asked trying to cheer you up. You shrugged as more tears fell. “Im sure it was a misunderstanding (y/n)..”

“Harry hasn't even texted me today. Nothing, no good morning, how are you, what's up, miss you. Just silence. He's barely called the last few weeks and now I finally get to show up and surprise him and he's with some blonde hair blue eyed model. I feel so stupid” 

“Harrys the dumb one then.” Niall said scooting closer and putting an arm around your shoulder. “Nothing to feel stupid about. Its all on him.” At that moment the door burst open and you cowered into Nialls arms. 

“Hey does anyone know why Harry is running around like crazy right now?” Liam asked confused. You breathed a sigh of relief and ran into his arms. “(y/n)?” He asked confused but held you tight none the less. “I guess you're my answer huh?” You nodded into his stomach and held on tight. Liam was always kind of like a big brother to you. He was there before anyone else and he watched everything happen with you and Harry. You felt safe in his arms and reluctantly pulled away as the door opened again. This time Harry’s green eyes caught yours and he grabbed your arm. 

“We need to talk.” He grumbled trying to pull you from Liams grasp. Liam held on tight and shook his head.

“I think you need to go Harry. Clearly she's upset and doesn't want to go with you.”

“Liam back off and let go of my girlfriend.” Harry nearly yelled as he pulled your arm again. Harry dropped your arm and shoved Liam back, causing you to flinch and fall forward out of his arms. Harry stopped after seeing the expression in your face and took a step back.

“You're scaring her mate, stop.” Liam moved between you and Harry and you peered around his back to see what was happening. The rage in Harry’s eyes had disappeared and sadness had replaced it. 

“(y/n)...please. I’m not going to hurt you. I’m sorry I scared you...I just..we need to talk..” Harry stumbled his eyes begging you to come forward. Reluctantly you moved around Liam and towards Harry who was holding out his hand. You gently took it and let him lead you out of the room and into the hall. Harry dropped your hand and anxiously ran his fingers through his hair watching you closely. “Its not what you think okay? I promise what you saw was nothing. I just need you to believe me (y/n) please... I love you so much and Im so happy you're here and all I want to do is kiss you and-” 

You stopped him there. You knew you would need a better explanation later but for now you just wanted him. Your lips crashed against his and he pushed you back against the wall. Your legs went around his waist as he picked you up, his lips never leaving yours. After a minute you were both gasping for air, Harry hadn't set you down, and your forehead touched his, his gentle breath hitting you softly. Everything had been momentarily forgotten and you smiled running your fingers through the curls in his hair. “I missed you Haz..” you mumbled dropping your head to his shoulder. He sighed and set you down.

“I missed you too beautiful...” You didn't dare move, afraid that if you did the moment would fall apart. Harry didn't move either, he just kept his arms around you and his forehead on yours while his breathing slowed and settled. “Listen (y/n) that girl..”

“Can we do this later...please. I’m so tired, I want a shower, and I’m not ready to argue anymore with you..” Harry nodded and placed his hand out. 

“You can shower and nap in my room.”

“I-uh I think I would rather stay in Liam’s...” Harrys whole demeanor changed. All of the confidence he normally had was gone and he just looked away and nodded before taking your hand and walking into Liams dressing room. You sat on the couch and Harry stood in the door.

“I’m going to go get ready...if you need anything I have my phone.” You nodded and he left. You drifted off into a deep sleep, only to awake hours later to Harry’s gentle shaking. “Baby wake up..” Your eyes slowly opened and you held out your arms. Harry took them, snuggling with you for a minute.

“How was rehearsal?” you mumbled.

“Good. Would've been better with you there though.” you grinned and kissed him. “Can we talk now? Ive been sick to my stomach all day.” You nodded, not letting go of him but letting him continue on. “That girl was an interviewer..she was doing a piece on me and she was flirting and I may have flirted back but only because I felt like I had too for the interview. I didn’t mean to upset you. I never should've done it and I’m so so sorry. But baby I never would've cheated and I’m sorry I haven't been replying to you lately. I was so upset I hadn’t seen you in a while I was just becoming distant. I never meant to make you think I didn’t want you. I’m so so happy you're here and I can't even begin to tell you how much I needed this.”

“Shh...it’s okay Haz. I overreacted. I was so tired. I know you wouldn't cheat. I love you and I’m excited for everything tonight and this weekend.” Harry smiled and kissed you. 

“You're the best (y/n).” You kissed him again, pulling him on top of you. 

“Get a room!” Liam yelled covering his eyes as he walked in. You laughed and Harry slowly slid to the floor. “Not my room either, seriously I’m glad you worked things out but get out.” Harry pulled you to your feet and to the door. You winked at Liam, still laughing and followed Harry into the hall. 

“What would you like to do before the concert?” Harry asked looking at you.

“I have some ideas...the first involves a shower.” You wiggled your eyebrows and pulled him close. 

“Sounds great to me.” He kissed you before laughing and dragging you into his dressing room. You smiled, glad things were finally turning out the way you had imagined.

---

So this was one of the drafts I had saved from 2016 lol. It’s not the best but figured might as well post it.

[rudestmechanical]

okay your pregnant!Mal headcanons were amazing, what about pregnant!Audrey? ( with Haudrey, ofc ) I'd like to think that Harry would be so excited for the baby and just wouldn't chill out lol. Maybe Mal had her baby before Audrey got pregnant so Mal&Ben can give some advice to Audrey&Harry like Mal giving some tips for Audrey's morning sicknesses, Ben calming down Harry etc. - 👑

listen haudrey at this point is my lifeblood thank you so much for this

it's abt four years after mal and ben's baby was born. audrey and harry are married (details to follow) bc our girl is Not having a baby out of wedlock thank you Very much

they figure it out after audrey wakes up one day n shakes harry awake and is just like 'im pregnant'

it's half three in the morning. he's barely awake. he just goes 'that's nice dear' and rubs at his eyes before it sinks in and he shoots up in bed

'how long have you known' 'since two minutes ago'

they call carlos and jane over (bc jane and audrey and chad are best friends ok) and harry is there w his hook being like Is My Wife Pregnant

carlos, slapping him across the face: im a vet not a doctor

jane has gotten better w her magic and runs a diagnostic spell and is like 'she is literally six hours pregnant congratulations'

audrey makes the softest little 'huh' noise and puts her hand on her belly

harry immediately bursts into tears, fist pumps the air, and calls uma and gil to inform them that his 'swimmers swim almost as well as he does' his words not mine

audrey tells chad he's like 'omg what are u gonna do'

audrey: chad i literally have a husband

audrey suffers from really bad morning sickness and harry holds her hair back every morning without fail

mal shows up just to sit there and laugh at her, bouncing her own child on her knee

evie also calls dibs on the wardrobe of this baby too

gil and uma are very excited

audrey has never seen uma this excited since she first saw lonnie do the splits

gil is like 'omg im gonna have a little sister or brother' harry is like 'YES MY SON U WILL'

uma, audrey asleep on her shoulder: i hate you both so much you don't even know

audrey has. the worst moodswings. if she isn't crying she's yelling

harry loves every second of it. he commissions evie to make him a shirt that says 'GUESS WHO HAS TWO THUMBS AND IS GONNA BE A DAD'

it's how they tell audrey's parents

cj and harriet are Thrilled

cj and harriet: omg we're gonna have a nieceeeeee

harry: it could be a nephew!!

uma, audrey, evie, lonnie, jane, chad, cj, harriet: It's A Girl, Harry

audrey has a baby shower for the sole purpose of not inviting mal (she makes sure she sends ben an invite w a plus two)

the official godparents are chad and uma (audrey asks jane to be fairy godmother and gil seems to have taken position of older brother at this point)

if you thought adam belle hades and maleficent was awkward just wait for adam belle philip aurora leah captain hook and smee all squished in the chairs

audrey goes into labour and harry calls ben crying saying he doesn't know what to do

all ben can hear is very scottish sobs and audrey humming a lullaby

they all get to hospital and then ben, mal, their child, carlos, jane, uma, lonnie, gil, and jay are squished in the chairs

chad shows up and is immediately hauled into the hospital room via harry's hook in his shirt

eventually the baby is born and just as literally everyone except harry foretold its a little baby princess

they call her amalia grace

harry and audrey are crying looking at their baby cradled in audrey's arms when audrey looks him in the eyes and says through her tears 'the next one you can do all the hard work'

(spoilers he doesn't and four years later they have a little boy called james stefan and amalia completely adores him and ben and evie get to be the godparents)

[boyfriendharriet]

“It’s a prank!”

“Okay so, you thought I can’t do it but there you go Mitch, watch this” you half whispered to your phone camera as you tried to hide it as good as you could while you heard Harry making his way to the bedroom.

A week before that evening your boyfriend, Harry, had a night off his busy hard-working schedule and decided you two will have a little fun and go out with couple of friends to the local bar.

You were slightly drunk as you spoke with Mitch while Harry was speaking to another friend of you two, one thing lead to another and Mitch dared you to prank Harry and tell him that you want to break up.

You knew Mitch was coming up with that specific dare because you and Harry have been together for quite a long time now, such a long time that Harry was already planning on proposing. Not that you knew anything about that really... but everyone else did.

They were always teasing you about your unfaded love, which was true.

Of course as a normal couple you had some fights here and there, but you both were mature enough to forgive one another and get on with it.

Besides that, you were amazed of how madly you’re falling for him every single day with every little thing that he does. In fact, he was the first guy you’ve ever fallen in love with, you never knew you were capable of loving someone for so long, let alone being in a relationship for this many years.

And quite frankly, he felt the same way about himself.

So just for the healthy competition, you agreed and decided it might be interesting to see Harry’s reaction when you tell him you’re breaking up with him, and also because your pride didn’t let you reject that dare and let Mitch win.

“Hi babe” Harry said as he noticed you lying on your shared bed, reading your favorite book, again.

He leaned in to give you a kiss but you turned your head away, which made him confused, very confused.

“Uhh.. whats going on?” He asked.

“Nothing”

“Where’s my kiss then?”

You didn’t say anything as you flipped through another page, fully into the game.

He shook his head and turned to the closet to grab some clothes and get into the shower.

The second he walked out of the room you burst out laughing, “Im one hell of an actress” you whispered to the hidden camera.

Ten minutes later Harry was back, all fresh and clean and most importantly, smelled amazing.

You both knew you can’t resist the scent he had when he was freshly out of the shower, you always loved curling in him and smell his hair and body. But you had to keep your hands to yourself, you hate being a loser.

“Harry,”

“Yes?”

“We need to talk.”

Game on.

“Wha-what’s going on, love?” He quickly made his way to sit down beside you on the bed, a worried look covering his beautiful face.

“I- I think we should break up.” You said before looking in his eyes, you were really trying to make it as realistic as you could.

Harry didn’t say anything, in fact he looked like he wasn’t breathing anymore, not a single muscle in his face nor body was moving, he stared at you so deeply that you started to be scared.

“Im so sorry,” you said as you looked at your hands that were playing with the books papers.

“What are you talking about?” He asked so quietly, you could hear his mouth became dry.

“I- I just feel like, like it’s not how it used to be” you continued lying “I don’t think I can do it if I don’t feel the same way as I felt when we met”

“What the hell are you talking about?” He asked again, “we made love just last night! You told me you love me, you were lying right here and it felt exactly how it felt 4 years ago!” He started raising his voice, fighting back his tears.

“Im so sorry Harry, it’s just not the same anymore” you whispered, trying to fake crying.

He stared at you for few good seconds before he let his tears roll down his cheeks, then he covered his face with his big hands, then he looked at you again with blood red eyes.

“Is there anyone else?”

“What?! No!”

“Y/N, I’m so fucking serious. Is there anyone else?”

“What makes you think there’s anyone else?” You didn’t want to admit it but your heart was starting to break.

“I don’t know, I’m trying to understand where did all the things you told me go” his tears won’t stop coming, “you told me you’re falling for me day after day, we were pretending you were pregnant just for fun and we said were going to try very soon, where did all that go?” He tried screaming but you could see he’s hurt, but mostly confused.

“I love you, I still love you, just not like I used to” you couldn’t believe you’re saying this, you wanted to hold his beautiful face and hug him so tight and tell him you’d never dare to leave him.

But you’ll let Mitch win, and fuck that.

“What can i do for you to love me again like you used to?” He was so broken, he looked at you, the woman he loved so bad and let you keep breaking his heart, he just didn’t want to let go.

“Nothing, it’s not even about you, it’s me” a single tear left your eye, you didn’t think it might happen but seeing Harry like this made you really fucking sad.

“Oh fuck, you know what? Save that bullshit” he sniffed and got off the bed, “I understand.”

He turned to leave the room and then you decided you’re done doing your dare, you did just what Mitch told you to do, and it’s time to explain Harry and redeem him from his suffering.

“Baby Wait!” You tried holding Harry’s hand but he jerked it away

“No, Im gonna go away for awhile, give you some quiet” he said so quietly your heart broke.

He turned back to the closet and started taking off clothes to pack, you got off the bed and started giggling as you hugged him from behind.

“What are you laughing about? Don’t touch me” He cried out loud as he moved away from your touch.

“Baby stop-“ you tried touching him away but he moved aside again, running from you.

“I said don’t touch me!”

“It was a prank!”

“I don’t care, just don’t touch me” he said as he kept packing clothes, his vision was blurry but he was too broken to care.

“Babe I swear hear me out, it’s a joke!” You tried hugging him again and he turned to face you.

“Do i look Like a joke to you? Does this look like something to joke about?!” He yelled while more tears came running down his face.

“No, of course not! Mitch dared me to do this I swear this is a prank, look!” You said and showed him your phone camera that was hidden all along, Harry looked at your phone and then at you.

He quickly flipped off a middle finger to your phone camera and wiped his face with the back of his hand.

You placed your phone on the desk again, so the video was still rolling and showing the two of you and you held his face and kissed every corner of it until you reached the lips.

He kissed you so hard you thought your lips would go numb, and when you hugged him closely you promised you’ll never let go or him, or agree to any more bets from his dumb friends.

“I love you so much it hurts, I could never leave you” you looked into his eyes and wiped the rest of his tears off his face.

“I love you too, and you better” he smiled while hugging you again as he turned to the camera, “fuck you, Mitchell.” He half laughed.

-

Long time no see I KNOW, and I’m sorry.

Anyways this is something a bit different, inspired by a challenge I saw on YouTube while I was very very bored.

I hope y’all like it!

-J xx

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AM Conversations : chapter 7

A Niall Horan fanfiction ; rated MA

CHAPTER 1 || CHAPTER 2 || CHAPTER 3 || CHAPTER 4 || CHAPTER 5 || CHAPTER 6

NOTES:

-one chapter is her pov, the next is his. -3.9k. -this may look like a love triangle but ill do my best not to turn it into one. -im sorry, i never proofread, i hate it. -there WILL be smut. but not only smut. -this is a romance, comedy, smut story. -for the summary, check my MASTERLIST.

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Chapter 7 : Her chapter

Olivia

I blinked a few times, staring at him and holding my breath. It was the last thing I expected from him and I was pretty sure he could tell from the surprised expression plastered on my face. In fact, if he had admitted to imagining having sex with Harry I would have been less startled.

"You're kidding, right?"

The left corner of his lips moved up, changing his face in some sort of sad expression just as his gaze fell on his lap. He was avoiding my eyes and somehow I was grateful for that because even if I was still staring at him, I didn't know if us looking at each other would be comfortable. His arm was still resting on the back of the couch and I was suddenly aware of the proximity of our bodies. I didn't want to move away and make it even more awkward but staying so close also made everything feel weird. Slowly, i moved my thigh away to make sure it wasn't pressed against his anymore but my heart started racing inside me anyway.

"I mean, yea, it's true." he confirmed, raising my hope up higher than it had ever been. "You know I told you I had a dream about us kissing, well it was more than that. We were.. you know..."

He shook his head a few times as if it would make it obvious and although I really wanted to hear him from his mouth, I didn't insist. I could feel my wall being teared down slowly as if someone was taking off one brick after the other. The feelings hiding behind were ready to live but I was not ready to take the risk. I swallowed hard and closed my eyes, trying to get back to my senses and not let my emotions take control.

"It was just a dream, Niall." I explained in a low tone.

"Oh I know." he let out after a few seconds. "I just wanted you to know I lied. The dream fucked me up for a day or two, that's all."

That was it, the moment was gone and my hope was dying. I breathed in deeply to put back the few bricks of my wall I had taken off and forced a smile on my lips just as he looked up. I tried to keep my smile but it faded slightly before quickly coming back. I didn't know if it was the alcohol or his revelation, but he seemed even more handsome than normally , illuminated by the moon rays. It made my heart twist in my chest and somehow, I was scared he would notice. I had to light up the mood and I just tilted my head, my smile turning into a smirk.

"Was it good?"

His eyes seemed to sparkle and he chuckled, sending me a small but amused smile.

"Woke up with a solid boner."

This time, I burst into laughter and he joined me. I let my head fall back against his arm and closed my eyes. I couldn't stop laughing and I shook my head again, turning my head his way as it was still leaning against his arm.

"That means nothing. You see boobs and get hard!"

"I'm not 16 anymore, Liv, the simple sight of boobs do not make me hard."

I stared at him, my eyes getting smaller as I looked at him in a joking manner. He raised his eyebrows and I tilted my head, not totally sure I actually believed him.

"That sounds fake." I pointed out, making him smile more. "You're lying."

"Show me yours then, and we'll see."

I slapped his arm lightly and it made him laugh even more. It was contagious and I felt my lips curl as I tried not to look away from him. I knew he was joking but I don't think I would ever be able to show him my body. I knew I was not one of those girls, the girls who got the good genes... girls like Heidi.

"Okay so let's say your dream girl walks by right now." I supposed, pointing out the bottom of the few stairs outside the house. "She walks up, tells you how bad she wants you, and moves her shirt up to show you her tits.. you would still stay soft?"

He brought his free hand to his chin, grabbing it in a thoughtful manner and looking up,  making my lips curl more. It took him a few seconds to answer and it made me chuckle. I nudged his side and he let out a short and fake "Ow!" before a smile reappeared on his lips.

"I don't think I'd get hard immediately, i'd need a little action before." he finally answers, making me roll my eyes. "Or, if I did get hard, it wouldn't be because of the sight of her boobs but more because of the anticipation of what's going to happen."

"You got hard while dreaming and no one was touching you." I pointed out. "Explain that, Horan."

I was expecting him to make the same grimace he always does when I call him by his last name but instead, he looked down, an embarrassed smile on his face and his cheeks turning red. Clearly, he was hiding something from me and although I was dying to find out what it was, I didn't want to make him feel worse.

"I knew you didn't have an explanation." I joked, turning my body his way this time and leaning my knee on his thigh.

The awkward moment was gone and it felt good between us again. I didn't want to ruin it and I decided to drop the subject of his dream and the game to make things a bit lighter. I was sitting with my best friend in the middle of the night just talking about random things and it was probably my favorite thing in the whole world.

"Oh, remember that one time I walked in on you jerking off?"

His cheeks turned a soft shade of pink again but this time he scratched the back of his neck and chuckled low.

"Without knocking, remember?"

"That's not the point!"

We were young, maybe 13, and I did, in fact, walk in his room without knocking. It was not something I was used to do. As kids, we clearly had nothing to hide from each other but we were growing up and it was the very last time I didn't announce myself first before getting in his room. In fact, for the next month I even waited until he would come and open the door for me, scared i'd catch him in a compromising position again.

"Yea well it was your fault." he pointed out, making me grimace.

"Alright, I give you that." I gave in with a shrug. "What were you thinking about?"

He breathed in and out and shook his head one time. "Killing you, probably."

I laughed and nudged him again.

"No! I mean, when you were jerking off."

I watched him frown and then close his eyes before shrugging and turning to me.

"I don't know. Back then, I think I liked Ava."

I looked down at my lap and started playing with the mood ring on my finger, almost waiting for it to turn a gold-ish or amber color. I breathed in deeply and my lips curled into a sad smile. I remembered Ava very well, everyone did. Tall, brunette, skinny and pretty much every single boys' fantasy back then, even some girls' too. Not me. I could only see Niall even back then.

"Surprise, Niall liked the perfect popular bitch." I pointed out slightly rudely. "Some things never change."

"Wow, a saucer of milk for the young lady next to me?"

I looked up and frowned, rolling my eyes and quickly looking away.

"Oh shut up, Niall, you know i'm right."

Silence fell between us and I think the fact that he didn't argue with me made everything even worse. I wanted him to tell me I was wrong and that the body and face was not a priority for him and at the same time, I knew it was bad of me to be mad at him for his preferences or just because he liked some popular chick back when he was a kid. It was just a pattern he seemed to bring with him through the years and I was jealous. I knew it. Plus, if I was a famous ex-boybander loved by all the girls in the world, i would choose the hottest too. I would probably still pick one with a great personality, but I wouldn't go for someone like me. There would be no reason to.

"It's getting late, we really should sleep." I suggested after a few minutes, getting up quickly.

I felt him grab my wrist and held my breath, slowly turning to him. The way he looked at me told me he was not mad or annoyed, and I tried to swallow the feeling of jealousy and anger that had spread inside of me.

"You're gonna give Harry a chance?"

I wanted to scoff but fought against it. I just stared at him and finally nodded, waiting for him to let go of me. It was ridiculous of me to think Niall would never be interested in me because of who he was but to still hope for something to happen with Harry. There was also no reason for Harry to have feelings for me. It just made no fucking sense.

"We made a deal." I just let out, raising my eyebrows.

His eyes softened but I could swear I saw sadness in them and I sighed, thinking it was probably because of the small argument we just had.

"Come on, Niall, it's late." I repeated.. "Let's just go to bed, okay?"

His grip on my wrist loosened and his fingers slipped until mine, grabbing them and making my heart skip a beat as I led the way inside until his bedroom. Feeling his hand in mine has always been something that fucked me up for a reason I ignored. Perhaps it was simply because it was something couples did normally, bringing my fantasy to an other level. He closed the door and finally let go of my hand before laying in bed next to me. I felt the mattress move and turned my head to look at him struggle to take his sweatpants off, wiggling on the bed. I laughed and did the same, sliding under the sheets and feeling the coldness of the fabric brush against my legs.

"I'm sorry for earlier." I let out after a few seconds of silence when we were now both motionless, next to each other. "I shouldn't have said that."

"Apology accepted."

I was still not ready to look at him or cuddle him and I ended up just closing my eyes, still laying on my back. This had been a very long evening and It was about time it was over.

"Night Nee." I whispered, feeling him turn my way on the bed, his hand slipping under his pillow.

"Goodnight, Liv."

His voice was soft and low and it made my lips curl despite myself. I probably drifted into slumber not so long after but I couldn't remember. When I opened my eyes, it was still dark outside. I turned to look at Niall who was deeply asleep, his lips parted slightly, and I held my breath as I stared at him for a few seconds. It felt like my heart was threating to jump out of my chest by my throat. I closed my eyes a few seconds and finally looked around the room.

I didn't know how long I had been asleep but it was probably not very long. I guessed about half an hour, and suddenly became conscious of how thirsty I was. I also desperately needed to go to the bathroom and made it my first stop. Finally, I walked to the kitchen and my heart jumped in my chest when I saw a shadow leaning against the counter before realizing it was Harry. A smile curled my lips and I walked up next to him, opening the fridge and grabbing a water bottle. We remained silent as I swallowed half of it and when I let my body rest against the fridge, I remembered I was only wearing one of Niall's shirts along with my panties. I was glad no one had turned the lights on. Not only because of the fact that I was half naked, but also because I could feel my cheeks turn a soft shade of red out of embarrassment.

"Can't sleep?" he asked in a very low voice, his accent weirdly thicker than usual.

I had a thing for accents and when Niall's would broaden, it made me even more attracted to him. I was just realizing now that Harry's accent was stronger when he was tired and I liked it. especially the way he would stop pronouncing the T's. It was bad to the point where I wondered how it would sound if he whispered 'good morning' in my ear as soon as we'd wake up in the same bed. I had an accent too, but I wasn't sure how much I liked it. In fact, I preferred when people didn't ask about it. I had spent the first few years of my life in France and although I shouldn't have taken that accent, my parents did, and they were the ones who taught me how to talk, obviously. My accent was clearly not as pronounced as theirs, but it was still easy to catch.

"Too many jello shots, maybe?" I joked with a chuckle, making him laugh too.

He put the bottle he had in hands on the counter and pushed himself off of it, getting back on his feet and closer to me. I felt my heart start to race but I tried playing it cool and simply tilted my head, looking up at him. He was tall, taller than Niall, and somehow, it made me feel secure, like he could protect me from everything, even from myself. Harry had this way to make anyone feel good and at ease. I liked it. Everyone liked it. Everyone liked him.

His hand reached up slowly, moving my hair behind my shoulder. Two of his fingertips brushed against my jaw and I couldn't hide the shiver crossing my back. I was not going to ruin it this time, right?

"Do you think it's the right time for a first kiss?" I asked in a whisper as he bent closer.

Ouch. Had I just ruined this? Again? What the hell was wrong with me?

We looked at each other for what seemed like an hour. I tried to decipher his facial expression but it was impossible. His eyes roamed on my face, lingering on my lips and back up in my eyes.

"I don't know." he admitted, his eyes getting slightly smaller. "I just know i'm tired to wait for the right moment. Perhaps, the right moment is whenever we want it."

I licked my lips and turned my body slightly to lean against the counter, exactly where he was only some minutes ago. He took a step closer and placed his hands on each side of me, holding himself on the side of the counter. It's only when he bent down again that I held my breath without realizing it.

"I'm just scared that when I start, I won't be able to stop."

I had to swallow the lump in my throat, suddenly totally aware of the heat emanating from his body and warming me. I could feel his breath on my skin. How did he smell so good in the middle of the night after too much drinking? How did he look so good even with puffy and tired eyes? Why was he so close to me, his lips almost touching mine, even if I was just a plain and average girl?

"Why me, Harry?" i dared to ask in a begging way.

Because I really was begging. I was begging him to tell me why he seemed to see me in a way no one else did. I wanted to know why he put his attention on me, why he kept trying with me even if this game had been going on for months, why he seemed to genuinely like me... I needed to know because it made no sense. This is not something that happens to girls like me. This isn't the kind of fairy tale that I would even dare to imagine. I was not the protagonist of a story like that.

His face changed and he frowned for half a second. He licked his lips and I cursed at myself in my head. Once again, I was ruining a kiss I desperately wanted and needed. Why did I keep doing that?

"What do you mean?"

By the softness of his voice, I knew he understood all the hidden questions behind the simple one I had asked. I knew it because he was suddenly more gentle, and his hand reached for my neck as he cupped the lower part my face and my jaw so sweetly that I felt my eyes flutter close before quickly opening them again.

"Why don't you kiss a famous singer? Or a skinny and beautiful model?"

I didn't want to point out that not only that's what was expected of him, but also that's what he was used to do. Did Harry Styles ever date a non-famous and average girl since he started the x-factor? The answer was an obvious and bold 'NO'.

"Because it's you I want to kiss." he just said, shaking his head and bringing his other hand to my jaw. "You're all i've been thinking about. I mean we spent so much time together on tour. You're one of the most genuine, smart, charming and funny person I know. And you're kind, and real, and beautiful. Yes, really. Inside and out. No matter what you think."

I blinked a few times, trying to keep my tears in but it was getting harder with every word that passed his lips. His words, although not easy to believe, made me emotional, and for some odd reason, I could see myself in front of the mirror again, while Niall told me I was beautiful. He shook his head slightly and moved one of his hands away, sliding his fingers on my shoulder and down my arm. He grabbed my fingers and squeezed them tight, making it almost impossible for me not to cry,

"You don't think someone can fall in love with you, Olivia?"

I tried to think of the right answer but first, I had to ask myself that question, which is something I had never done before. Did I believe it was possible?

"Maybe, but not someone like you."

He shook his head again.

"Well, you're gonna have to start believing it." he argued. "I'll do everything I can to make you see it. I really, really like you."

I kept quiet but could feel my eyes water. My vision became blurry but I didn't have the guts to wipe my eyes, scared it would make him move away from me. It made me realize how bad I wanted him to love me, and that maybe my feelings for him were deeper than I thought. He brushed his thumb on my bottom lip and without thinking, I ran my tongue on it, making the right corner of his lips move up.

"Do you like me?"

I couldn't believe he was asking me this question and the surprise made me chuckle. He raised his eyebrows, his lips curling more but still waiting for an answer. I dared to bring my hand to his chest and grip his shirt tight, nodding slowly.

"You know I do, Harry." I whispered. "Everyone likes you."

His lips parted to answer me and I focused on how pink they seemed to be, even in the darkness. I was impatient to feel them against mine, to find out how he tasted, to discover the kind of kiss we would share... Was it possible to have feelings for two men at the same time?

I tilted my chin up slightly, expecting a cheeky remark but I didn't have time. The lights turned on suddenly and we both jumped. I thought Harry would move away but he remained close to me and it made me feel guilty.

"Are you guys okay?"

I watched Niall frown and then realize his mistake. His lips twisted and his noce raised up in a grimace. He was about to apologize but I didn't want him to. For some reason, hearing him say sorry would make this whole thing awkward and unpleasant.

"Yea, I was just thirsty." I explained, taking the water bottle on the counter and moving it up to show my best friend.

"We were having a moment, but okay."

I felt my whole body tense at Harry's reaction. Even if his voice was low and slow, I could hear he was annoyed. Being part of this discussion was beyond my strength and I shook my water bottle a few times, walking to Niall and leaving Harry behind before any other word could be exchanged,

"I'm tired, goodnight boys."

I had to stop myself from kissing Niall's cheek the way I always did but at this exact moment, it felt wrong. What had happened between Harry and I was obsessing me. Not so much the fact that we almost kissed again, but mostly the words he told me.  I knew Niall had warned me about Harry's sweet talk but call me naive all you want, I thought he was sincere. I wanted to trust him, I had to.

"Are you doing this on purpose?" I heard Harry ask as I was walking back to Niall's room.

"No!"

I knew Niall didn't mean bad and I was not mad at him. Being mad at my best friend, the man I loved the most in the world, was something too hard to do. One fight in a lifetime was enough for me, I didn't want any other to happen ever again.

I lied down in the dark until Niall walked back in the room and lied next to me on his back. The silence was not awkward or uncomfortable but it seemed like we were both waiting for something.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to ruin this for you."

I swallowed hard and with difficulty.

"You didn't."

It became silent again and when Niall talked again, I could swear I heard nostalgia or sadness in the tone of his voice.

"Can I take you close?"

My heart skipped a beat at the thought and I nodded, turning so my back was facing him. We always cuddled this way. it was nothing new. I didn't know why he felt the need to ask me this time but something had seemed to shift... something was changing between us. And I hated it. I hated it so much that as soon as his arms wrapped around me, I started crying. I felt tears invade my cheeks as I did my best to stay quiet. I had never been scared like that and all I could think about was that maybe it was the last time Niall would hold me close to him the way he always did.

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Bed of Roses (Last Chapter - 21)

Roger Taylor x Reader

BoRhap!Roger Taylor x Reader

Fic Summary: It's 1971. You just moved to London to study, and you find a band on a local pub after a bad date. The encounter doesn’t go the way you expect it, and neither does what follows this evening as you try to deal with loving Roger Taylor.

Fic Note: So I’ve had this story in my head for the last three weeks and finally decided to write it down. It’s completely planned. It will have 21 chapters and it’s divided in three acts: Dusk, Night and Dawn. It’s will be a bit angsty in the future, and it will most likely have some smut as well. I hope you guys enjoy it! Tell me what you think about it in the asks/comments/messages. If this is your first time stumbling upon Bed of Roses, thank you for stopping by! The rest of the story is in my masterlist, the link is in my bio - can't put the link here or else the post will disappear from the tags.

Chapter's notes: THE LAST CHAPTER. I CANT FUCKING BELIEVE. i feel like before i start my thank yous i could give you some weird trivia on the story. i wrote the entire outline for the fic at a weekend shift at work, where i always have free time. i had some smaller ideas - them meeting at a bar and not seeing again, the whole kensingon-taxi-class thing from the beginning - but there was a sudden burst of inspiration and in like twenty minutes the outline was done, and very little has changed, i mostly just added some more details. also, i imagine the reader as alicia silverstone in the 90s?? idk. i just do. also, the reader thing with new york comes from the fact that i lived there for a while and i miss it so much, so thats why theres so much detail about places and stuff - its my form of revisiting my favourite spots there. also, will (REMEMBER WHEN) was written with sebastian stan in mind, and liv tyler (in her lord of the rings days) was poppy. i did too much research for this fic on queen history, and everytime i had to change something (especially in the first act) so the dates made more sense, it KILLED ME.

anyway, now the thank yous: SHIT THIS FIC IS SUCH AN IMPORTANT CHAPTER ON MY LIFE. its my first time writing such a long story without abandoning it, and my first time writing fiction in english, so i learned so much!! i was doing some research the other day, and the great gatsby is like 47k words long, and the first harry potter is around 70k words long - bed of roses is around 60k words long. this is crazy.

it's also my first story to get this many readers interacting with me, and i'm so grateful for you all!! i thought about thanking you all by name, but i dont want anyone to feel left out so i just want every and each one of you reading these words to know: if you read my story, thank you. thank you for giving me your time of the day, thank you for connecting with what i wrote, thank you for telling me in any way possible that you've enjoyed it. thank you. a writer must write, but theres not a lot of joy in talking to an empty room. you filled my small room with warmth and love and there's not enough words to express my gratitude for you all. thank you.

about my writing: i plan on FINALLY DOING THE MANY REQUESTS I HAVE IGNORED OVER THIS FINAL ACT OF BED OF ROSES - requests are still open, too! i'm also outlining a smaller roger x reader fic where she's one of the videographers on the news of the world documentary, so keep an eye out for that! i'm gonna open a permanent taglist for the requests (and eventual new fic), so if you want to be added, hit me up in the ask box/comments/inbox!

anyway i'll finally wrap up this chapter's note cause you have the final chapter to read. enjoy my loves

Words: nearly 4k

Warnings: none??? part of their dialogue is inspired by some of my favourite movies and books like her and the wife and almost famous and before sunrise and the fault in our stars and eternal sunshine of the spotless mind and maybe more I DONT KNOW ITS BEEN AN EMOTIONAL RIDE OK I CANT EVEN REMEMBER WHERE DID I PULL THIS FROM EXACTLY. some errors too cause i didnt revise it completely my bad im crying ok

 ACT 3 - DAWN

"It's the moment night time seems weaker and everything seems easier to figure out"

 Chapter 21

Roger lit a cigarette in the train cabin, and tried to open the top window, the one you can usually pull open.

"Rog, it's not gonna open, you know", you told him as you watched him fiddling with the glass.

"I guess you're right. Hope you won't be bothered by the smoke", he said, taking a puff.

"I won't if you share it with me", you answered, and with a half smile on his lips, Roger lifted the cigarette to your lips, and you breathed in the smoke while looking at him through your lashes.

"Don't look at me like that. Especially if the cigarette smoke is going to leave the cabin sultry and hot", he told you, and you laughed.

"Yeah, and we won't do anything about it", you said, trying to make yourself more comfortable in your seat.

"And why is that?", he asked, batting his lashes innocently at you, you you lightly elbowed his ribs.

"We need to do something else, something we've been ignoring the whole trip", you said, and he raised his brow. "We need to talk about us", you told him, and he breathed out, smoke coming out of his nose.

"I guess you're right again", he said, then slid a bit down on his seat.

You didn't think much about talking about your future with Roger while in Paris, so now has to be the time, on a train that will take you to London and to a whole month of Roger being away, promoting News Of The World.

While in Paris, you never talked to Roger about the future, and talks of the past where subtle - you talked about how you felt with the development Doctor Who took over the years, but didn't think much about the fact that you were separate during years of the show.

You enjoyed the city, but most of all, you enjoyed each other's presence, not only going to museums, churches and castles around you, following them up with fancy dinners and walks along the Seine, but you also spent time inside the room, in your pajamas, ordering take out from restaurants you found on the phone book, having a hard time trying to speak french as Roger tickled the sole of your feet and kept trying to distract you.

You would always remember the peace you felt as you ate cheap chinese food on Roger's shirt on the balcony at night, the Eiffel Tower shining over your meal and Roger's electric blue eyes as he hummed early David Bowie's songs under his breath, or how at home you felt sitting on the couch, Roger on the floor with his head on your lap, his soft strands on your fingers as you tried to braid them while watching re-runs of I Dream of Jenie, Roger focused, trying to understand the french dubbing until he noticed what you were doing.

"Babe, are you trying to braid my hair? Think I'd look better if I'd look more girly?", he said, moving his head back so he can look at you.

"Yeah. Always thought so, but I'll have to keep imagining, since your hair is too short to braid", you pouted, and he laughed.

"Don't you like my new hair, then?", he asked, pouting back, and you moved your head to his level so you could press a quick kiss to his lips.

"I love it, Rog. Especially cause since it's shorter, it looks even messier after I pull it", you said, and he smirked. "My favourite look of yours is when you're all dishevelled after sex", you winked, teasing him.

"That's my favourite, too", he said, turning completely around and pulling you in for a kiss, his hand on the back of your neck.

But now, while in the smoke filled train cabin, you needed to make a few things clear.

"I've been avoiding this for a reason", he said, looking out the window, and you raised your brow, waiting for him to explain. "I have this weird, innate fear of you telling me it's all good but you don't want to see me again, or something", he said, and you gave him a half smile.

"I don't want to do this, Rog. And I won't do it", you told him, and he sighed in relief.

"Even though loving you is a bit complicated, I'll admit. Especially if you're me", you shrugged, and he turned to you, confused.

"Let me explain. I loved your idea for a bed of roses, a few days ago, cause it can exemplify our relationship so well. The roses feel so good against the skin, the smell is so intoxicating, it looks so beautiful - maybe too beautiful, ethereal, even. But then there's always a few thorns here and there, and they hurt so much when they lodge themselves on my skin, but I'm so intoxicated by the whole experience that I don't mind - I convince myself that it's nothing, and even that it's already part of me already, cause the thorns fit so perfectly on me, on my little stabs made by myself, by my own insecurities", you say, and he stares at you.

"What I'm trying to say is that every minute that I'm with you always distract me from the issues that come with being with you - the fact that there's a few expectations that come with being your serious girlfriend, be them always travelling with you while we're young, or eventually staying home once we have kids, knowing that you'll eventually cheat on me with a younger version of myself, while I'm too tired of taking care of the babies to even think about my sexual needs", you said, and you watched him frown.

"I'm not sure where you're going with this-", he started saying, but you cut him off.

"Let me finish, I promise it will get better", you said, fixing your posture as you start again. "But the thing is, I love you. I always have, ever since I started talking to you, you always trying to outflirt me, always seeing me as your equal. You desire me, but you also listen and see me as another human being, you never back down or ignore me if I challenge one of your beliefs, and you never treat me as a trophy-wife-to-be", you say, and you can feel your eyes fill with tears, but you're smiling. That's what you always loved about Roger. He smiled back at you.

"And because I love you, I don't want to deny myself the pleasure of being with you. I'd rather be in a bed of roses than in an empty bed - or worse, a blank bed, someone being there just so it's less cold at night. I want to be with you, Rog", you say, and he pulls you in for a hug, and you hold him back for a few moments before pulling away and looking at him in the eye.

"But also because I love you and I want to be with you, Rog, I don't want us to try to fit into this type of relationship I just mentioned. I don't want you to make me the other woman, either, when you eventually find someone so you can settle down, if it's not me" you said, rubbing your nose. "I guess I want to settle down with you, eventually, as we planned before, but this whole thing - living together and cheating if we're away for too long - it kills me, and I think it kills you, too. I respect you too much to want to cheat on you again, cause if I ever do and you never find out, I'll lose respect for you, and the same thing will happen if you cheat on me and I don't find out. And these are ugly truths, but this isn't our first time together; we know each other, we need to think about this", you told him, and he nodded.

"And I need to make it clear that I'll never be a simple rockstar housewife - I'll never be able to quit my job and look out for the kids while you travel the world and I make them lunch. I'll never be able to sit down on a dinner table on some award show with you and when someone asks me what I'll do, I'll smile as I say I'm a king-maker. I'm not", you said, firmly.

"And I'll never be satisfied with dumb spa and shopping trips as you do the actual work when we travel. If I have to live this life, I'll resent you, and I don't want that. I like being domestic with you, but this type of forced domesticity will poison us again - we're both too wild, too career-focused, for this. We've always been similar", you said, and he gave you a smile as you sighed. "I guess that's all I have to say", you shrugged, and he laughed. "Not much, right?", he said, running his fingers on his hair, pulling the strands back.

"Guess it's my turn now", he said, and you nodded, encouraging him. "When I saw you again, at the pub, there was so much that I wanted to say. I mostly wanted to apologize - it got lost as I got infatuated with you again, and tried to get you in bed - you know, usual stuff", he winked, and you laughed.

"But yeah, I kept looking at you while you updated me on your life, your skin glooming under the stars and the moonlight, and I couldn't stop thinking about all the things I wanted to apologize to you for. All the pain we caused each other. Everything I put on you. Everything I needed you to be or needed you to say. Cause no matter what - even if you had decided on never seeing me again after all this - I'll always love you, because we grew up together. And you helped make me who I am", he said, moving strands of your hair behind your ear.

"I just want you to know that there will always be a piece of you in me, always. Whatever someone you become, wherever you are in the world, however this" he said, pointing his finger to the two of us "works out, in whatever form it might take", he said, sighing "I'll always send you love. Before being anything else to me - and I hope to God you're always something more - you'll always be my friend, to the end", he told you, and the tears were already streaming down your cheeks. His cheeks soon mirrored yours.

"And now, after you so eloquently told me all your fears about our future, I need you to know something else, too", he said, as you wiped the tears under your eyes. "I always loved you for being the way you are. You always challenge me, you always make me work harder, try harder, to be better. And it's not even something you force me to do; I just follow your lead. The way you look was what first got into me, I won't lie, but the way you are is what made me stay. It's what will always make me stay", he said, a genuine smile on his lips. He made you feel warm, like the sun.

"You're the smartest person I know, you're funny, you enjoy sex, you're unapologetic, you're proud of who you are, even proud of your insecurities. And you have such a huge importance in my life: you made me who I am. Whatever way you want to make us work, I trust you. I just want to be with you, in whatever form it takes", he said, smiling, and then getting up and opening his bag.

"I forgot to give you something", he said, pulling a string out of the front pocket. You recognized the red glimmer. It was the heart necklace. "It's still yours to keep. Even though it's not in its original glory, it will always be yours. The necklace and my heart", he said, and you couldn't help but smile at him.

"Always so cheesy, Taylor", you said, joking as you moved your hair to the side so he could put the necklace on.

"You always loved it", he winked, and you laughed. "I do", you said, smiling.

"So, what does it all mean? Where are we?", you asked, and he shrugged. "Wherever you want us to be. I just hope that you keep me around", he told you sincerely.

"I will. So, we're not going back to our old ways, right? We're not back at sharing a flat and stuff", you said, and he nodded. "Sure".

"And you're going to spend a month away, all around the world. I don't want you to feel pressured not to cheat", you said, and he nodded again.

"Yeah, and you're back in London, starting a new job. I don't want you to be worried, too", he said.

"So, maybe no exclusivity, this time? At least not now. This is still debatable, in the future", you said, and he agreed.

"Makes sense. But I'll have a hard time desiring anyone but you", Roger said in a low voice, and you laughed to break any mood that might have settled. You needed to get things clear before making out in the train cabin.

"Me too, Rog. But I don't want to create any expectations of loyalty because we know each other too well, and I don't want a stupid fight to break this thing we're building together", you said.

"It's a good idea. So, no titles, too? I can't call you my girlfriend?", he said, and you laughed.

"You can, if you want to", you told him, and he pulled you closer to him.

"Good, cause I want to call you that on the News of the World launch party, that I'm hoping you'll go as my date", he said, pressing a kiss on top of your head, breathing in your fruity smell.

"Of course I'll go. I need to see the boys again", you told him, and he laughed.

"So you're not going for me, then?", he pouted, and you laughed again.

"No, I'm just going so I can meet Deacy's kid", you told him, and it was his turn to laugh.

-

Once you got to London, Roger offered to go to the airport alone - he had to get on his flight, and he was late. He knew you had to go home and get ready for work tomorrow, but you wanted to spend as much time with him as possible.

He looked relieved when you got on a cab with him to Heathrow.

"Big day tomorrow, huh", he said, rubbing your arm.

"Yeah, I still can't believe I'm finally going to work at the British Museum. It's so surreal, it feels like a dream. Like I'm living someone else's life", you said, looking out at the window, the early sunday morning reminding you of fresh starts - you were in the middle of one.

"Well, it's your life, and it's your job, cause you deserve it, babe. I never met someone who worked so hard to get where they want", Roger said, smiling, proud.

"I did. You and the boys", you said, and he huffed. "Guess you're right. Me and that pack of idiots, we turned out okay", he joked.

Once you got to the airport, you followed him to his gate.

You were feeling nervous - you had him for a week, and now it's time to say goodbye again.

You're both aware that the rest of the band is already waiting impatiently in the jet, but you can't help it - you hug him, dropping your luggage on the floor, and he does the same, the hug soon turning into a kiss as you rub your hands on each other's body, as if you're trying to remember how every inch of the other feels like, as if you're both about to disappear.

But the airport worker clears her throat, and you break the kiss, looking at each other longingly.

"Don't say goodbye", you beg Roger, putting your hand on his lips as he opens his mouth.

"See you soon", he says between your fingers. You smile at him, grateful he found a way with words so you're not repeating the same old goodbyes.

"See you soon, Roger", you say, hugging him again for a few seconds, just trying to capture every detail - his smell, the feeling of his arms around you, his body against yours.

And once he has to go into the jet, you go to the glass wall, and you can swear you see some familiar faces from the windows of the jet.

But before you can focus, soon Roger's well known face takes over the window you're watching, and he puts a hand on the glass.

You can't help but think about the last time you did that with him, him being on your place as you were inside the plane, moving to another country, your heart weighing down on you, filled with doubts.

But now your heart warmed you up, filled with joy and love, and you could feel Roger's crystal heart on top of your chest. He was right. There would be always a piece of him on you, too.

-

Epilogue: News of the World Launch Party

"Y/N! You're back!" Brian's voice welcomed you to the ballroom.

You squeezed Roger's hand - it was the first time you saw the band in years, and you couldn't help but feel a bit nervous about it.

"Darling, you're really back! We thought Roger was getting high too often and hallucinated a week in Paris with you. But I guess you did come back to him", Freddie said, hugging you by the side as he held a glass of champagne on his other hand.

"I'm back with him only so I can see you all again, of course", you said, winking at Roger as he pretended to be offended.

But then you heard Deacy and Veronica scream your name in unison, and you turned to see them.

"So you're really back!!" Deacy said, but your eyes were on the baby boy on his lap.

"This is the cutest thing I've ever seen in my life.", you said, trying to get his attention. Roger looked at you, adoringly, as you moved your eyes to Veronica.

"Ronnie!! You're so big!" you said, trying to hug her through her belly. "It's coming out in a few months! It's a boy, Michael. Someone our young Rob can play with", she said, and Roger frowned.

"I could swear it was a girl", he said, and John smiled. "Maybe next time", he said.

"Hey, Bob. Do you want to play with me? C'mon", you said, and he motioned to go to your arms. You picked him up as he started playing with your hair.

"You'd be a good mom, Y/N", Veronica said, and you got tense. "God, Ronnie, don't even joke about this", you said, and Roger chuckled. "It's a sensitive topic at the moment", he explained.

"The moment will take quite some time, you know", you told him, the youngest Deacon pulling your earring before playing with the crystal heart on your neck.

You talked to the boys and Veronica for a while, updating each other, but no one brought up how you and Roger got back together. It just felt natural - no need to question.

You stayed with Roger for the whole night - behind the cameras as he did press, by his side during dinner - where he was back at his old ways, teasing you lightly with his hand under the table. You felt good in his arms, getting back into his life.

He was interested in getting back into your life, too. He came back to London last night, and went straight to dinner with you. You were trying different food, and now was time to try Indian food.

As he ate his Chicken Tikka Masala, dipping the naan in the sauce, you invited him for a party your bosses would be throwing next month to celebrate a new exhibit.

He gave you a bright smile. "I'd love to be your date, my love", he said.

And after the Deacons went home - Robert was asleep on his father's lap - the party got louder, the dance floor more full. You could swear you saw an angular face that could only belong to Bowie pick someone to dance - was this Princess Leia? - but before you could process the whole situation, Roger pulled you to dance.

"Thought you didn't dance, Mr Taylor", you told him, wrapping your arms around his neck as you tried to slow dance to All The Young Dudes, by Mott The Hoople.

"I don't dance very well, indeed. But it's just an excuse to be so close to you in public, and God, I'm dying to call you Ms Taylor", he said, and you chuckled.

"Take it slower, Rog", you told him, and he leaned in to rest his head on the curve of your neck. "And why do you want to be close to me in public? Is it still one of your weird fetishes?", you joked, and you felt him laugh against your skin.

"No, it's just that you've been killing me with this dress of yours, and you've been killing a lot of the guys here, too. Could swear I saw Bowie checking you out", he told you, and you gasped.

"Taylor, don't even joke about this. I'd have a heart attack", you said, and he laughed. "You'd leave me here for Bowie, is that it?", he asked, and you laughed.

"Of course not. I just have a hard time wrapping my head around the fact that he might acknowledge my existence", you said, and it was his turn to laugh. "The only eyes I really like to feel on me when I look away are yours, Rog", you said, and he gave you a quick kiss.

"Okay, had enough of trying to dance. Let's get some fresh air", he told you, and you followed him to the balcony.

As the cold, fresh air brushed against your exposed skin, you heard the first notes to Tiny Dancer, by Elton John. You walked to the balcony, leaning in and taking in the view of London at night.

Roger soon took you into his arms, hugging you from behind, and you felt safe, his body heart making you warm in the cold evening as he jokingly whispered "Pretty eyed, pirate smile, you'll marry a music man" into your ear, and you scoffed. "Slower, Taylor", you told him, and he laughed.

"However you want it, babe", he said, now paying attention to the view, focusing on the feeling on you in his arms again. Finally.

 But oh how it feels so real

Lying here with no one near

Only you and you can hear me

When I say softly, slowly

 "I could die right now, Y/N. I'm just... happy. I've never felt this type of happiness before. I'm just exactly where I want to be", Roger said in his husky voice, and you nodded lightly in agreement.

Because in Roger's arms, you feel home. You feel what you hoped to feel for years - what got you to move to London in the first place. You feel like you belong.

---

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Part of your world - Harry Hook x reader - part 14 - the apology

a rewrite of the harry hook x reader that @bluediamondsevie wrote for me

summary: a who doesn’t love the Disney World, well, (y/n) especially loves descendants, and one day, as she dances in her kitchen getting ready to head out. 17-year-old (y/n) becomes part of that world, now a certain blue-eyed pirate meets the girl from a world where he is a fictional character and he has an actor named Thomas Doherty.

 Key:

 h/c- hair color

 e/c- eye color

 h/l- hair length

 s/c- skin color

 y/n- your name

 your stuff

 ---

You walked onto the ship and entered Umas cabin, placing the pay on her nightstand, before moving back to your room, needing to shower and change, being sweaty from parkouring all over the Isle.

You sighed as the cold water ran down your body, leaning your body to the side, you were scared, what would happen? Would being involved in the battle change what happens in the upcoming third movie? Would it result in a character death? You didn't know…and that terrified you.

You huffed grabbing the shampoo and squirted into your palm, lathering your hair, thinking of ways to prevent the timeline of this world from going awry, you rinsed the shampoo out and rubbed the conditioner in, slicking your hair back.

Tears began to fall, thinking of Harry, what would happen if you were there, you knew what was going to happen, you had watched it before, but with you here in the flesh, what would happen?

Would- footsteps, and a voice, Uma, why was she here? Luckily you had finished your shower you reached out and turned off the water, stepping out and grabbing a towel, wrapping it around yourself.

You unlocked the door and stepped out opening your mouth to question Uma when she turned to you with the most pissed of expression she had ever worn, she snarled and rushed you, making you shriek in fright and she slammed you against the wall, getting right up in your face.

“what.” She growled “the. Hell! Do you think you’re doing?!”

You stuttered confused, she rolled her eyes “you're ignoring harry! Why?!”

You gaped for a moment before speaking in a soft voice

“I don’t want to hurt him when I leave” Uma groaned and released you, covering her face and began to pace the room.

“are you serious (y/n)!!!” you furrowed your brows at her, what was going on, why was she so angry at you trying to protect Harry?

“you’ve only been ignoring him for what? A day and a half? And he's already acting like you’ve ignored him for a decade!!”

She spread her arms out, gesturing on how insane this was.

“you don’t want to hurt him?! Too late!!!” you gasped, what? “do you fucking know how much that idiot cares for you?!?! He thrives on attention!!! If he finds someone he can trust that won't betray him and give him affection that won't make fun of him for it! He’ll cling to them like a fuckin koala!”

You stared at Uma, a pit forming in your stomach, oh god you were gonna throw up.

“you are probably the first person in YEARS that will willingly show that much affection to harry!!! He depends on you so much to keep him afloat!!! And you just drop him because you “don’t want to hurt him”? well too fucking late (y/n)!!! you take yourself out of the picture and he acts like it’s the end of the world!!!”

Tears burned down your face, what have you done?!

“face it (y/n)!!! you're going to hurt him more, NOT telling him who you really are!!! If you leave without telling him, he’ll agonize over it for a long time, wondering if you're safe, or if you were faking caring about him!! If you stop ignoring him and tell him, he'll know!!! He’ll know that you're safe at home! and know that you never hated him!!! That you cared about him and still do!!!”

Uma stalked up to you and got right in your face, face red and seething. You own face red from crying and hiccupping.

“but if keep doing the bullshit you're doing now!”

She grabbed your face, leaning in closer, a dangerous whisper.

“he'll never forgive you, and he’ll hate you forever”

She released you and you collapsed on the floor. Sobs racking your body. Uma only glared down at you, contempt in her eyes.

“think it over (y/n), continue ignoring him, and he hates you, or tell him the truth, and you stay on his and MY good side.”

She turned and exited the room, slamming the door behind her, leaving you to your thoughts.

‘I promised I wouldn’t let anybody hurt him’ you thought, pain flaring in your chest, sobs echoing in the room ‘and now im hurting him’

You sat on the floor as the self-deprecating thoughts rolled in, curling in on your self. Hugging your knees to your chest, burying your face in them.

‘I'm no better than a villain’

---

 You stood in front of the bed, your pirate gear and your original clothes set atop of it, you pondered which one you would wear before deciding that your clothes from home would be better suited for telling Harry.

You quickly shrugged them on, you grabbed your phone, unlocking it and opened google, searching for “Thomas Doherty”. The page loaded and you clicked your phone off, you took a deep breath before opening the door and making your way to the chip shop, as you entered you saw Uma sitting at one of round tables, she turned and rose an eyebrow at you, gesturing for you to come over. You obeyed and shuffled over, she leaned in close and whispered

“are you telling him?” you nodded, you weren’t going to hurt him anymore, Uma breathed a sigh of relief “thank hades, I couldn’t take his groveling anymore, one more minute of that shit and I would have shoved you two in a closet and locked it till you sorted that shit out”

You snickered at her threat and she rolled her eyes, gesturing for you to sit. Looking at your clothes she rose her brow, “I haven’t seen those clothes snince you got here” you shrugged, and told her since you were going to tell Harry the truth, might as well wear clothes from your world. Uma nodded and stood up to grab a tray of food for you. Just as she did the doors slammed open, and Harry stood there, a glint in his eyes and a shit-eating grin.

“UMA!” She turned surprised at Harry's tone, “you'll never guess who I just found at the little runt's place?!”

You snorted and mumbled, “I dunno, is it mal?” luckily no one hears you

Uma crossed her arms and made a face, confused “who did you see?”

Harry grin became dark and sadistic, reminding you of who harry truly was, the psychotic son of captain hook. You’d seen such a different side of him that you'd forgotten what he was like in D2, crazy, loyal, and ready to hook someone at any time.

“the traitorous witch malsy~!”

The crew went fuckin nuts, screaming and yelling at Harry to spill where she was now, they wanted to taste her blood.

Uma silenced them and stood there for a minute, and you all stood there, waiting for her next order, finally, she smiled.

“would anybody like purple pixie pie~”

The crew once again exploded and Uma cruelly smiled, you stood to talk to Harry but he just brushed past you. You stood there staring at his back, mouth agape. Uma turned to you, eyebrows raised, you raised your hands and gestured to harry, she just shrugged and sat in her throne, and you sat next to Desiree, you were kinda hurt but…you kinda deserved it, after all, you ignored him no good reason.

For the next three hours, Uma and the crew tossed ideas back and forth of what to do with mal, you simply sat there, watching the door, waiting for Gil, and soon, he burst through the door.

“UMA HOLY SHIT!!!”

She jumped and she and the crew turned to Gil in surprise, Uma frowned at him and growled “what the fuck Gil! What do-“

Gil interrupted her “king ben’s on the isle!!!”

Uma and Harry's jaw dropped, and she slightly turned to you, raising her brow, you nodded, confirming that Gil was telling the truth.

Uma turned to harry and they grinned sadistically at each other, Uma turned to Gil and praised him, he beamed and added that Evie, Carlos, and Jay were on the isle too, Umas eyes gleamed and she slammed her hands on the table, Grinning at the crew.

“alright!!! The traitors are on the isle and we have the opportunity of a lifetime, Auradon will be ours!!” the crew yelled in agreement and Uma sat for a minute, figuring out a plan, 30 minutes later, she sat up, and you and the crew sat up as well, eager to hear her plan.

“Alright, I got it, Harry, you go kidnap king beasty boy, and tell the purple bitch to meet me here, alone, and we will “talk it out” and agree to a trade-off, Ben for the wand, at noon tomorrow, its an offer she can't refuse” Gil raised his hand, Uma rolled her eyes and waved her hand to him, “why can't Mal refuse?”

Uma grinned “because if she does, ben meets our killer sharks”

---

As Harry was leaving you tried to talk to him again, but he just brushed past you, you turned to um and she shrugged, two days of seeing Harry being depressed over you ignoring him, and now he's ignoring you, wtf. Uma grabbed his shoulder, and he stopped confused,

“Harry, why are you now ignoring (y/n)?” Harry rose his eyebrow “(y/n)’s her’e? I didn’ notice he’r”

Uma scrunched up her face, didn’t notice her?

“Harry she’s right there” Uma pointed at you, and Harry gaped “wait that’s he’r!!! shit, I haven't’ seen he'r in those clothes since I first saw he’r!”

Oh, ooh! Harry wasn’t ignoring you, he just didn’t recognize your clothes!! That was comforting.

“Alright then, Harry when you get back, talk to (y/n)”

“u-Uma, she won't even acknowledge me, there's no point” god you hated how sad he sounded.

“Harry I promise, if you talk to her right now, shell acknowledge you” Harry sighed and shuffled over to you, you took a deep breath and looked at him straight in the eyes, making him jump slightly, surprised.

“Lassie, Uma said ye wanted to talk?” you nodded, but before you spoke you wrapped your arms around his middle, and pulled him tight, making him gasp,

“(y-y/n)?”

“im sorry Harry”

He stood there for a moment, before giving in to your warm embrace, happily hugging you back, ecstatic to no longer have you ignoring him.

“why’d you ignore me, lass?”

You sighed and pulled back slightly, pushing a strand of hair behind your ear, “well, a certain thing came to my attention and I reacted to it poorly and took it out on you, and I found a better solution to it, and I decided to go with it, because hurting you wasn’t worth it”

Harry turned red and stuttered “i-I lass, I wasn’t- I wasn't”

You just rose your eyebrow, he sighed and bumped your forehead with his, “i-I was, I mean, one day we were attached at the hip and the next ye were acting like I didn’t exist, it hurt”

You stared sadly at him and cupped his face, staring into his ocean blue eyes, his liner making them pop.

“I know and im sorry, ill never do it again, tonight, in our room, ill tell you what happened, okay?” Harry nodded and you smiled and leaned in and pressed a feather soft kiss to his cheek. He turned red and stammered, but you just smirked and wished him luck.

“see you tonight harry”

He bit his lip and nodded.

“see ye tonight lassie”

--end of part 14--

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