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qianinterprises · 4 years ago

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Companion of Tomorrow {Kun x Reader}

Light poured into the window of the parted curtains, casting a warm ray of light on your back, bringing a gentle heat throughout your body. A hum found its way from your lips as you were sleepily guided from the comfort of your dreams. Your eyes slid open slowly, blinking away the remnants of sleep as your body awakened itself to new sensations. The smell of morning wafting through the cracked window. The sun, warm on your back. The arm draped delicately over your waist. The soft rise and fall of a chest right beside you.

Your eyes trailed over him. He was on his side, one arm draped across your waist, the other curled up beneath his wrinkled pillow. His hair was tousled and messy but fell delicately across his forehead. His eyes were closed but fluttering with dreams. His lips were slightly parted as he exhaled, sending a less than pleasant wave of morning breath over you. You wrinkled your nose but didn’t move. His arms and chest were bare, the same way he always slept when the weather was warm. The white bedsheets gathered around his waist, hiding the red and black plaid pants he’d worn to bed. The blue duvet settled on his hips, hiding the imprint of his legs behind its bulk.

A smile found its way to your lips as your eyes moved back to the beautiful face. Three years and you still couldn’t get used to seeing his face every morning.

“Your staring.”

Your body jolted, sending a ripple across the mattress at the sudden movement. Your heart thudded loudly in your chest, calming itself down from the sudden rush of adrenaline spiked by the fear.

A chuckle found its way to your ears as his brown eyes fluttered open, meeting yours.

“Don’t do that!” You hissed, shoving him lightly.

He laughed and little louder and gathered you closer, bringing you in until your body was pressed to his, his arm around your waist tightening to hold you there. You let out a playful groan and wound your arms around his middle, snuggling into his chest.

“You’re a jerk,” your voice mumbled.

His body shook against yours as he laughed. You patted his back lightly but didn’t say anything more as you settled against him, eyes closing.

“Good morning beautiful,” his soft voice whispered in your ear after a moment of silence.

The hairs on the back of your neck stood up, goosebumps climbing your arms.

“Good morning my dove,” you whispered back.

You paused after speaking, waiting to hear the mocking retorts of his two roommates, only to be met with silence.

Your eyes opened and you lifted your head, eyes drifting to the bunk bed along the other wall, the bed YangYang and Dejun usually occupied.

“They got up earlier this morning. I heard them sneak out. They probably went to disturb Kunhang and Ten,” he sighed.

You let out a grunt of acknowledgment and rested your head back against Kun. It wasn’t very often the two of you had alone time, especially in the mornings, unless you stayed the night at your apartment, which only happens about once a month when Kun could convince Doyoung or Taeyong to stay over to make sure the others didn’t burn down the dorm.

“Do you have to practice today?” you asked, mumbling against his shoulder before pressing a kiss against his skin.

He shuddered lightly.

“No, we have the day off,” he answered.

You could honestly say that you were shocked. You often spend your weekends at the WayV dorm, taking care of Bella, Louis, and Leon while the others were at various schedules. You usually would see Kun as he was climbing out of bed to get the others up or when he was coming back to the dorm after a long day of schedules, where he and the others would sit down to chatter over whatever meal you had prepared that night. It was rare he had free days on Saturdays, but you certainly weren’t going to complain.

You pushed yourself closer to him and slid your bare legs between his.

“What are you doing?” he asked, clearly amused.

“I want to crawl inside your skin.”

The comment had clearly surprised you both. You hadn’t intended to say your thoughts out loud. You looked up to meet Kun’s face, opening your mouth to apologize when he let out a guffaw of laughter. You felt your cheeks beginning to turn pink.

“You want to share my skin?” he asked, teasing.

Shyly, you nodded and slid yourself closer. He responded by wrapping both arms around you, tugging you against him until your chest was pressed tightly against his.

“I love you,” he whispered softly in your ear.

Your cheeks flushed again. Sure, you’d heard him say it a thousand times now, but you just could never get over how good it felt to hear those words. Your heart swelled with love and joy.

“I love you too.”

One hand came up to cup your face softly, drawing you in until his lips touched yours softly. You pressed closer, begging for more contact as his lips moved perfectly with yours.

Your heart hammered in your chest as your eyes closed and you tucked yourself back under his chin, your eyes fluttering closed, a smile ghosting on your lips.

Being with Kun was like a dream. A beautiful, wonderful dream you never wanted to wake up from. And thankfully, you didn’t have to.

Meeting Kun had felt like a dream but after three years and four months, you had no doubt that, even if it was a dream, you’d cling onto it and never let go.

A fond smile grew across your lips as you nestled closer, your mind drifting off to that magical day.

You had always dreamed of traveling and working in South Korea, at least for a year or two. Being immersed in a culture that was so different from your own was something you desperately desired. So, when the opportunity arose to travel abroad to teach the English language at a South Korean entertainment company, you had jumped at the offer.

The company had set you up with a really nice, fully furnished apartment close enough to the company that you could walk it. You’d sent most of your things, clothes, shoes, books, etcetera, a week ahead of your arrival. You had flown out on a Friday in August and, by the time you’d touched down in Korea, it was late afternoon on Saturday.

An English speaking driver had been sent to collect you from the airport. He had been a nice man. He loaded you into his company car and drove from the airport to your new apartment, which wasn’t too far away. Your eyes had been glued to the window the whole time and, although he answered any questions you had about the city, it wasn’t really a tour.

By the time you’d gotten to your apartment, he helped you inside and you were sprawled across your bed, fast asleep.

Ironically, you had found yourself asleep for most of the day on Sunday, waking up in the wee hours of the morning for food before putting yourself back to bed and waking up again early Monday morning. You wouldn’t start at work until Wednesday, so you took the time to begin going through your things, putting them away.

As you had finished, your stomach growled in hunger, but the only thing that had been left in your apartment was crackers, cookies, and water, which would not be sufficient enough to satiate your hunger. You grabbed your phone, stuffing a few dollars in your pocket, hoping you could find somewhere to convert them. You walked out of the apartment, locking the door behind you.

As you stepped outside the apartment complex, you were immediately swept away by the sights you’d never seen before. The big city of Seoul. Sure, it was similar to what you’d imagined New York would have been like, but it was different. People walking the streets, bustling to their jobs; cars and buses occupying the streets; the scent of restaurants wafting to your nose making you rethink going to the supermarket as opposed to a restaurant.

You didn’t realize you were just standing outside your apartment complex, in the middle of foot traffic until you felt something- someone, slam into your back, knocking you to the ground.

“Oh my gosh! I’m so sorry!” rapidfire Korean met your ears.

It took you a minute to make out what the stranger was saying. You were still learning the language and you were, by all accounts, horrible at the language.

“I… uh…” you stammered.

Standing above you was a gorgeous man whom you, of course, being a mega NCT and WayV fan, automatically recognized despite his facemask as Qian Kun. Your eyes trailed over what you could see of his face, but it was his eyes that gave him away.

“Can I... help... you up?” this time, his words were in choppy, but semi-perfect English, which, to say the least, surprised you.

He offered a hand down to lift you up and, after staring at it for a moment, you immediately grasped his hand and allowed him to haul you back onto your feet.

“I’m Kun,” he introduced.

He stilled hadn’t let go of your hand.

“(y-y/n)” you responded, an embarrassed blushed creeping to your cheeks.

“I’m sorry I was just standing in the middle of the streets. I just moved here and this is my first real look at the city…” you mumbled.

His eyes lit up.

“Well! I have time! I have the day off! I was just heading to get some lunch. How about I take you to my favorite restaurant and then give you a tour?” he beamed.

It took you a moment to agree, shock spread across your face. This person whom you’d never physically met before, who didn’t know you from Adam, was suddenly asking you to lunch and a visit around town?

You didn’t know what to say but ‘yes’ and thus started your friendship that would eventually lead to something so much more.

“What are you thinking about?” a voice pulled you from your reverie.

“When we first met,” I responded.

He hummed in response and pressed a kiss to your head.

“That beautiful girl standing in the middle of the sidewalk distracting me from paying attention.”

With a small laugh, you slapped his shoulder lightly.

“Hey! The city was too gorgeous not to look at,” you retorted playfully.

He didn’t respond, just pulled you closer, squeezing your soft skin to his before pressing another soft kiss on your lips.

The day Kun asked you out, you nearly had to pinch yourself, which, turned out, you didn’t have to because, as you were staring at Kun, attempting to judge whether he was joking or not, Ten had pinched you hard in the back of the neck, kickstarting your brain.

Blubbering and blushing, you managed to choke out the word “yes” in agreement to letting him take you to the carnival in the nearby town.

That date had been so perfect that, standing at the door of your apartment, Kun had kissed your cheek and asked to be exclusive, which, you didn’t need a moment to ponder as you wound your arms around your neck and teasingly whispered the words “my boyfriend” in his ear, making him blush and squirm. He’d still ended up in your apartment that night, lounging beside you on the couch eating a large bowl of ice cream as an old Marvel movie played on the television.

After your first date, not much time could be spent between the two. Sure, you were already the babysitter for their pets, spending much of your time after work walking Bella or keeping the cats from destroying all the furniture, but you didn’t get to see Kun very often. You’d whip up something simply they could heat when they returned home, but, not wanting to overstay your welcome, you’d always return back to your own apartment thirty minutes before they’d gotten home, with the exception of one day.

You had lost track of time as you lounged on the couch in a pair of leggings and comfy top the boys had let you keep in your personal drawer. Your laptop rested on your lap as you scrolled through the homework assignments from your students as Bella curled up beside you and Leon wrapped himself around your neck. You weren’t paying attention to the time until keys jiggled in the door and Bella was flying off your lap, barking with her tail swinging rapidly, waiting for one of the boys she loved so much to step through the doors.

You closed your laptop hurriedly and glanced toward the kitchen, vacant after you’d forgotten to cook anything. You’d jumped off the couch to hurry out the door when Kun’s voice stopped you.

“Why do you always leave before we get here? Do you not want to see me?” he asked, voice sounding hurt and dejected.

You immediately turned, face dropping in shock.

“No! I just didn’t want to be one of those clingy girls that’s always lurking in every corner!” you defended.

His face softened.

“I don’t mind the clingy. It lets me know that I’m wanted,” he spoke.

Bella bounced at his feet, begging for attention as Louis wound himself between his legs. Kun knelt to pick Bella up, petting her head softly.

“I do want to be around you. All the time, actually. I just thought you’d want some space.”

He crossed the foyer slowly, careful not to step on Louis or Leon. When he reached you, he placed Bella gently on the couch and wrapped his arms around your waist.

“I love how considerate you are, but it’s seeing your beautiful face that gives me all the energy in the world,” he whispered.

Your heart melted. Tears welled up in your eyes as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

“I’ll never leave early again,” you promised.

A smile ghosted over his lips.

“Good,” he whispered, leaning closer and pressing a soft kiss to your lips.

You’d gasped at first. He’d never kissed you before. Not on dates, not when he walked you back up to your apartment, not when you met up to go somewhere together. For a while, you’d questioned whether or not he’d actually wanted to kiss you, but this… this was well worth the wait.

You melted against his lips, leaning into his touch. They were so soft and warm, gliding perfectly across yours, pulling you deeper and deeper into him.

When he pulled away, you were left breathless, the taste and feel of his lips lingering on your own.

“How about tonight, I make dinner and you finish grades. The boys will be home in an hour and we both know chaos will ensue after that.”

You smiled softly and kissed his cheek before letting him go into the kitchen as you sat back down on the couch and re-opened your laptop.

A pair of warm lips pressed against your own, drawing you out of your memories as you kissed back, gliding your lips along his.

The kiss was quick, but it was enough to stir up the butterflies that never seemed to stop fluttering when you were around Kun.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered when he’d pulled away.

You smiled and ran a hand up through his hair.

“You’re gorgeous,” you whispered back.

Pink dusted his cheeks.

After your conversations about your leaving early and your first kiss, you never left early again and, most nights you found yourself tucked in Kun’s embrace as YangYang and Dejun argued over whose feet stank the most.

To be fair, it was Kun’s feet they were smelling, but you’d never tell them that.

“I love mornings like these,” he whispered.

You nodded. Most mornings, you either were forced to sleep in your own beds in your own houses, Kun not wanting to disturb you as he got up at odd hours of the morning before you. You, not wanting to wake him up if you had to leave first. It had just been easier, but it wasn’t an arrangement either of you were particularly fond of.

Something soft hit the outside of the door, slightly starting you both until the distinguished sounds of two cats pouncing on the door at the same time met your ears. You rolled your eyes. YangYang or Yukhei were likely teasing the cats.

That was an everyday thing too, except, most of the time, it ended with someone opening the door and an excited Bella jumping in bed with you both as two cats scurried around the door chasing a toy.

“Do you remember when you first met them?” Kun asked.

You let out a laugh. That was one interesting day.

Meeting the rest of WayV had been a dream and a nightmare rolled into one. Kun always met you outside of the dorm and the company, always keeping two parts of his lives separate, something you didn’t mind too much as you and Kun were really in the beginnings of your friendship. (You didn’t find out until later that he’d been hiding you away so the insanity of six crazy boys didn’t scare you off).

The day you’d met them had been a complete accident. Kun had asked you out for coffee, something that had become quite normal, normal enough that the ladies at the counter knew exactly what you wanted before you made your way to the counter. As you’d gotten your drinks and sat down at your usual booth, both sitting on the same side, you pulled your laptop from your bag and plugged your earbuds into the port. You fired up the Netflix show the two of you had been watching and started the next episode.

Not ten minutes in, the door to the coffee shop swung open, something that wasn’t out of the ordinary, but it was Ten’s voice that caught you both off guard.

“Yukhei! This is a public establishment! You can’t just go around flinging doors open so hard they smack the wall!” he scolded.

Kun’s head immediately shot up, startling you into following his gaze.

Standing at the entrance to the coffee shop were six boys, all of varying heights. They were standing around in a sort of semi-circle before moving to the counter to order.

“Oh God,” Kun mumbled.

You didn’t have to question him. As Yukhei, very loudly, placed his order (a large vanilla coffee with extra sugar), Kun slid down in his seat, cheeks heating up in embarrassment.

“Of all the ways you could meet my members, this is probably the worst,” he complained.

You let out a little giggle which, you had hoped was quiet enough, but, as YangYang scanned the shop looking for the source, his eyes landed on you.

At first, he did nothing but offer you an eye smile over his face mask, sending you a little wave in which you awkwardly returned. But as Kun glanced up briefly, the maknae’s eyes zeroed in on his face.

“Kun-ge?” he asked.

This caught the others attention and, before long, your booth was surrounded.

“So this is where you run off to!” Kunhang stated dramatically.

Kun sighed, rolling his eyes.

“I-” he started but was abruptly cut off as Dejun’s eyes fixed heavily on you.

“Is this your girlfriend?”

Kun’s cheeks were red again.

“What?! No! She’s just a really good friend!” he defended.

That had hurt a bit but you didn’t say anything, just awkwardly sat there with a half smile struggling on your lips.

“Where did you meet?” Ten interrogated.

“I bumped into him and he offered to give me a tour of the city,” you answered quietly.

Your cheeks were warming now too as all eyes directed onto you, your hands getting clammy at the attention.

“What’s your name?” Sicheng asked, sliding into the booth across from you and offering you a peaceful smile.

“(y/n)” you responded.

“Such a pretty name!” Ten cooed.

Your cheeks reddened.

“Do you like our Kun-ge?” Yukhei’s voice boomed.

You flinched at the loudness, but your cheeks grew redder still.

“I-I…”

“Yukhei! You don’t ask questions like that! You’re all making her uncomfortable! That’s why I was putting off introducing you all!” Kun scolded.

No one said anything for a few minutes before Ten slid into the booth beside Sicheng.

“Are you dating Kun?” he asked.

You shook your head.

“Kun and I are honestly just friends. I just moved here not too long ago and he was nice to me. So he’s kinda the only friend I have here,” you said quietly.

YangYang squeezed himself into the booth beside you, sandwiching you between him and Kun.

“Do you like cats?” he asked.

A weird question, but you nodded. You absolutely adored all animals.

“And dogs?” Yukhei bellowed.

After flinching at the sound of his voice, you nodded.

YangYang gripped your wrist.

“Let’s take her back to the door so she can meet Louis, Leon, and Bella!”

With that, you were pulled from your seat and excitedly marched out of the coffee shop, Yukhei and Kunhang excitedly bouncing behind you as YangYang led you down the street. As you passed the coffee shop, Kun was shaking his head and packing your laptop back into your computer bag, preparing to follow the excitable children.

“And when I finally walked in, you were playing with Leon as YangYang and Kunhang spitfired question after question! And you never missed a beat!” Kun laughed.

You reciprocated his laugh, curling into him.

Meeting the guys had most certainly been an adventure, but it was an adventure that led you to laying in Kun’s bed now, snuggled up to his side.

“I wouldn’t trade you or them for anything in the world. Even if you are all crazy,” you laughed.

“I think they may love you about as much as I do,” Kun laughed.

“YangYang even called me “mom” the other day when he called me at work to ask how to get a poop stain out of the carpet,” you giggled.

Kun laughed alongside you before pausing.

“Wait- what poop stain?”

You laughed and pat his chest.

“Don’t worry about it baby,” you cooed.

You nuzzled into his chest and, for a moment, he seemed to ponder whether to push you away to ask more questions or just drop it. As he wrapped his arms tighter around you, kissing your head, you smiled and laid your head on his chest.

As his heartbeat sounded in your ear and the room fell silent, you could feel your eyes beginning to close, body sinking deeper into his hold as comfort washed over you.

“My sweet love,” he whispered.

You smiled and burrowed closer. Your consciousness wavering, body going limp in his hold as sleep tugged at your eyelids. You felt Kun settle beneath you. He wasn’t far from falling back to sleep when…

BOOM!

The sound was so loud it rattled the windows and doors. Your eyes flew open and you lurched forward, blindly grabbing for your housecoat to cover your pajamas before running for the door, Kun hot on your trail.

Your heart was racing. That boom had sounded too much like an explosion. Fear spiked through your veins. What if someone had gotten hurt?!

“Yukhei!” Dejun’s voice was shrill from the kitchen.

Your feet raced, pounding on the floor as you swung yourself into the kitchen and immediately stopped, taking in the sight before you.

The microwave was swung open, dark smoke rolling out in waves, rising toward the ceiling. Your eyes caught the flicker of a small flame from whatever had been in the microwave. Your eyes scanned the room as Kun moved into the pantry to grab the fire extinguisher.

Yukhei was on the ground, large, silent tears sliding down his face, one large hand clutching his right eye. Your heart pounded in worry.

Kun pulled the pin on the fire extinguisher and aimed the hose at the microwave, firing the foam at the microwave. You knelt by Yukhei and gingerly guided his hand away from his eye, examining any damage.

He had a large, red welt directly under his eye, right along the bone. It oozed a little blood, but what worried you the most was Yukhei’s inability to keep his eye open. It blinked and flinched, but never opened more than halfway.

“Come on sweetheart, let me check your eye,” you spoke softly.

You placed your hand on the back of his shoulder and slowly guided him off the floor. Tears continued to slide down his cheeks and he stumbled slightly, but allowed you to guide him to the nearest bathroom down the hall.

As you led him inside, you instructed him to sit down on the toilet lid, which he quickly complied, hand still covering his eye.

You grabbed a washcloth, running it under cool tap water and ringing it out before guiding his hand from his face and pressing the cool cloth against his eye. He squirmed for a moment before relaxing and leaning into the cloth.

“Can you tell me what happened?”

His bottom lip trembled and a small sob fell from his lips. You leaned patiently against the edge of the sink, keeping the cloth pressed to his eye.

“W-we were trying to heat up breakfast so we didn’t wake you b-but… something went wrong and when I tried to open the microwave door, it flew open and smacked me in the eye!”

He stammered and stumbled over his words, but as he finished speaking, you had a better understanding.

“I need to have a look at your eye, alright,” you spoke tenderly.

He let out a whimper but nodded and you moved the cloth away.

“Can you tell me how it hurts?” you asked as his eye flinched and twitched.

“It hurts all over but it also feels like there's something in my eye,” he whimpered.

Softly, you slid your fingers along his jaw and encouraged him to tip his head back. Once at an angle where you could see, you gently placed two fingers along the bone beneath his eye, careful of the wound. Your thumb rested just below his brow. Slowly and carefully, you caught his eyelashes with your thumb and coaxed his eye to open. He flinched a little and fought against the movement, but as you opened his eye fully, you found the problem.

The whites of his eye was red with irritation, and, settled right near his iris, was a long eyelash probably knocked into his eye as he was rubbing it after the door hit him.

“You have an eyelash. Be very still so I can get it out,” you spoke tenderly.

He didn't move as you used your hand resting below his eye to gently dab your finger over the eyelash and extract it. When it was out, you let his eye close and, without the irritant, it no longer flinched and twitched.

You allowed him to tilt his head back down and, with the eyelash resting on your finger, you brought it up for him to see.

“Make a wish.”

He closed his eyes for a brief moment before blowing the eyelash off your finger.

After the extraction of the eyelash, you cleaned the small wound under his eye and placed a Spiderman bandage on the wound.

“Now, let’s go get you some ice before you get a black eye.”

He stood up from the toilet seat and placed his head in yours. You laughed lightly and led him into the kitchen, him trailing behind you like an overgrown toddler.

As you entered the kitchen, you found YangYang, Dejun, and Kunhang all lined up by the table, Kun standing in front of them running his hands through his hair, a habit he only did when he was highly stressed or annoyed.

You pulled an ice pack out of the freezer and handed it to Yukhei, who scampered off to sit at the table with the ice on his eye.

“So I know the microwave door hit Yukhei in the eye, but why exactly did it fly open? What was the bang? What was on fire?”

Kun let out a sigh and shook his head. No one else said a word, the boy’s attention on anything but you.

You put your hands on your hips. You keep be gentle and loving when it was required, but, while Kun was usually soft and gentle, you had an attitude and you had high morals and expectations.

“I’ll ask again. Exactly what happened?” you asked sternly, soft eyes turning hard as you stared down the four.

No one said anything for a moment before Dejun opened his mouth to speak.

“We were hungry but we didn’t want to wake you guys up…” he mumbled.

“So we thought we’d make something ourselves but Kun doesn’t allow us to use the stove after we almost burnt down the kitchen that one time,” YangYang continued.

“We found the bacon and sausage from yesterday… so we decided to heat that up,” Kunhang added.

You closed your eyes. You’d put the sausage and bacon in aluminum foil to keep it from dying out and getting soggy. Please please let them not have put metal in the microwave.

“We didn’t know the foil in the microwave would catch fire until it blew the microwave door open…” Yukhei finished.

Aluminum foil in the microwave… They’d put METAL in the microwave.

You let out a drawn out sigh and rested your head in your hands, massaging your temples.

“You can’t put metal in the microwave,” you muttered.

“We know that! … Now…” YangYang spoke.

You heaved a heavy sigh.

“Was anyone besides Yukhei close to the microwave when it blew open?” you asked.

They thought about it for a moment before all four shook their heads.

Kun looked at you questioningly for a moment before realization dawned across his face.

“You stay here, I’ll take him to the Emergency Room,” Kun said, walking out of the kitchen to retrieve a shirt from the bedroom.

“Emergency Room?!” YangYang shouted.

“He could have been exposed to radiation from the microwave. There’s nothing they can really do if he has, but we need to know for sure,” you stated, rubbing your temples.

Kun returned back still in his pajama pants but now wearing a black hoodie to match. He guided Yukhei out the door while you sent the others to clean up the kitchen.

Stange how quickly a peaceful morning can turn to chaos.

It was noon when Kun’s car pulled into their house and he and Yukhei were stepping out, both carrying large takeout bags. As they made their way inside, they plopped the takeout bags on the counter. Kun came up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and pressed a kiss to your jaw.

“Doyoung, Taeyong, and the Dreamies will be over in an hour. I’m taking tomorrow off. We’re taking a little vacation to the hotel we usually stay at to get away,” he whispered in your ear.

Apparently, he wasn’t quiet enough because as YangYang grabbed his takeout box, he made a gagging noise deep in his throat, earning himself a lightly headslap from Kun.

You nodded and pressed a kiss to his lips.

“Yulhei?”

“He’s fine. His eye will bruise, but he’ll be fine otherwise.”

You nodded and slide yourself closer into his side, kissing his jaw.

A few hours later, while you all were playing fetch with Bella, Doyoung, Taeyong, and the Dreamies let themselves in. Upon seeing them, you and Kun grabbed your own respective duffel bags and headed for the car before anyone could stop you. One catastrophe was enough to make you need a break.

As you settled into his car and he started the engine, he didn’t move for a long moment. You looked at him questioningly.

“You were so gentle taking care of Yukhei but then so firm when you needed answers and disciplined them…” he muttered.

You nodded, confusion etched across your features. Things like this had happened before. Maybe not to the magnitude, but you’d handled sprained ankles and broken bones together before. It honestly wasn’t too out of the ordinary.

“It just makes me think about actual children,” he mumbled.

By now you were beyond confused. Sure, you’d talked about children before, but only enough to know that you each wanted children, granted, you wanted more than he did.

“And I love you,” he said.

You raised an eyebrow.

“I love you too.”

“I had something so much more romantic planned but… I just don’t think I can wait. Not after today,” he said.

“Ok, what are you talking about?”

You had more questions than answers, at least, until he opened the glovebox and pulled out a small velvet black box.

A gasp tumbled from your lips. That box! It was the size of-

He flipped open the lid, pulling you from your thoughts as he presented you with a dazzling diamond, perfectly centered in a triangular receptacle, delicately placed on a band of white gold with tinier diamonds decorating halfway down both sides.

“(y/f/n) (y/m/d) (y/l/n), will you be my wife?”

Don’t leave Kun hanging! What’s your answer?

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fuckyeahisawthat · 5 years ago

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Because we all agree that Aziraphale absolutely spent the night after the world didn’t end at Crowley’s flat, right?

. . .

He had not intended to get off the bus when it stopped directly in front of Crowley’s building. He still had not exactly said yes to the offer of staying at Crowley’s flat. But the demon had drunk half a bottle of wine while they waited for the bus, and the other half on the way to London, and Heaven knows how much energy he had expended on freezing time and imagining his way successfully through a flaming motorway and all that.

They had sat next to each other on the bus, like friends, instead of one a row behind the other like spies. By the end of the ride Crowley’s head was starting to drift occasionally in the direction of Aziraphale’s shoulder, and when he stood up he needed a moment to catch his balance, and all in all Aziraphale had figured it would be better to at least help him inside.

It had turned out to be a wise decision, because Crowley had taken two steps toward the building and then swayed alarmingly. Aziraphale had caught him with an arm around his waist and surreptitiously miracled the building door open and followed his mumbled directions to an upper floor.

And so they were inside Crowley’s flat. Inside Crowley’s bedroom, to be exact.

Like the rest of the flat, it was cavernous and nearly empty, the sparse furniture luxurious but a bit impersonal. The bed was massive, the wine-colored sheets a mess.

Crowley stumbled over to the bed, pausing just long enough to deposit his sunglasses on a bedside table. Then he flopped down on the bed face-first and fully clothed. After a moment there was some annoyed wiggling as he kicked off his shoes.

Aziraphale stood next to the bed for a good count of ten, trying to figure out what was supposed to happen next. “I’ll, um…be on the couch, then?” he tried finally.

“Haven’t got one,” Crowley mumbled. Which, given what seemed to be his extremely nominal commitment to the idea of human furniture, was not surprising. But…

“Don’t be a moron, angel.” Crowley, still face down among the pillows, flopped out an arm and patted the mattress next to him.

“I, um…well…” He fidgeted in place for another count of ten before he worked up the courage to think, Well…fuck it. It’s not like he could get any more Damned at this point.

There was a Louis XIV-style chair near the bed, which Aziraphale strongly suspected had actually belonged to Louis XIV. He removed his jacket, waistcoat and bowtie and set them carefully on the chair, then took off his shoes and eased into the bed.

It was, in fact, very comfortable. Memory foam or one of those new-fangled things, perhaps. And now that he was here, he realized how incredibly tired he was, even though his body was still humming with all the emergency response chemicals that the almost-end-of-the-world had generated. Angels and demons, strictly speaking, do not need to sleep. But the human body has its limits, and it really works much better if you let it rest now and then.

He lay down as carefully as he could, on his back, a perfectly reasonable distance away from Crowley, who was sprawled sideways across two-thirds of the mattress.

Crowley made a sleepy hnnh noise, then turned over to curl up on his side. Then he rolled right over and flopped an arm over Aziraphale’s chest.

“Oh.” Aziraphale said to no one in particular. “Um…”

He shifted a little, with the intent of doing…what, he wasn’t quite sure. Regardless of intent, the net result was that Crowley nestled even closer to him, close enough to rest his head on Aziraphale’s shoulder.

Aziraphale froze. They were never this close to each other, never, except for the times Aziraphale managed to goad the demon into shoving him against the nearest hard surface. (It worked more often than it should.) Now Crowley was tucked next to his side, breathing softly, in a configuration some might describe as snuggling.

Crowley smelled quite overpoweringly of burning car, and underneath that—Aziraphale realized with a pang—burning bookshop. His hair was rather damp and disheveled, and his head was heavy enough on Aziraphale’s shoulder that he could already anticipate the moment his arm would fall asleep and he’d have to move into some new, other configuration that could quite possibly also resemble snuggling.

It was wonderful.

It felt so painfully, terrifyingly real and good and right he wondered if a human heart could collapse upon itself from overwhelm alone.

“Your heart’s pounding,” Crowley mumbled, as if he’d been listening in.

“Adrenaline.” He managed a breathy laugh. “Hell of a survival system those humans have.”

“You don’t…object to this…do you?” Crowley said it slowly, without moving, but when you are that close to someone, you can feel the tiniest changes in their body, the minuscule flinch of bracing for rejection.

“No,” he said before he could think too much about it. “No, it’s”—say it, just say it—“it’s nice.”

“Good.” The flicker of tension went out of Crowley’s body. “You’re warm.” He curled a little closer, and it seemed to make sense for Aziraphale to wrap his arm around Crowley’s angular shoulders, so that’s what he did.

Aziraphale lay there, staring up at the ceiling and feeling the weight and shape and warmth of Crowley’s physical body next to him, and the searing metaphysical heat of Crowley’s love radiating off him in waves. It was a restless thing, always moving and shifting and changing, but always, always there.

Love was everywhere on Earth. Humans, for all their faults, were full of it. Most of the time, love was just background radiation, a kaleidoscope image with so many pieces you couldn’t single one out. But now that he’d really, fully identified Crowley’s particular love, it blazed, an unmistakable beacon whiting out everything else around it.

He’d always thought…that’s just what demons felt like. It wasn’t like he was in the habit of hanging around a great variety of them. He’d always just thought of it as The Crowley Feeling, the thing that told him Crowley’s here before any human sense did.

He couldn’t remember a time when being around Crowley hadn’t felt like that. Now that he’d identified it, it seemed impossible that he could have thought it was anything else. But then, the signal of a particular love gets easier to pick out of the background noise when it’s reciprocated.

How had he been so blind, so stupid and so afraid for so many millennia? The thought provoked an unexpected flash of anger. They could have had centuries, they could have had thousands of years of nights like this, if he had been a little braver, a little sooner—

Except…they couldn’t have. He knew that. Heaven and Hell would have never allowed it, and they wouldn’t allow it now. They would find them. They would separate them, and then they would kill them.

“They’ll come after us, won’t they,” he says quietly, not sure whether Crowley is still awake. “Heaven and Hell.”

“Yeah.” Crowley doesn’t even sound afraid; he just sounds exhausted. “But right now they’re busy talking their armies down from six thousand years of apocalyptic bloodlust, so I’d say we’ve got until morning.”

Aziraphale wrapped his arm tighter around Crowley’s back. He lay there, staring at the ceiling, long after the demon’s body had gone slack with sleep next to him. He lay there and he thought about Heaven and Hell, about angels and demons and witches, about sides and loyalties and God’s plan, and about the scrap of paper containing a single prophecy from Agnes Nutter, currently tucked in his waistcoat pocket.

Slowly, very slowly, the vague outlines of an idea began to form, an idea that by the first light of morning had become a plan. It was an insane plan, and its success seemed highly improbable, as insane and improbable as an angel and a demon falling in love. But then again, stranger things had happened at the almost-end-of-the-world.

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abundanceofsoph · 4 years ago

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SkyFire 2: Chapter 2

Harry’s Birthday & Wedding Planning: February 2016

Word count: 2.4k

PART 1

SkyFire 2 MASTERLIST

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Following her breakdown in the studio, Steve and Tony both accompanied Aurora to the hospital to get her hand x-rayed the next day. It turned out she had split open the most recent incision but given the fact that she would be back the following week for more surgery, Dr Walker opted to close the wound with steri-strips instead of more stitches. She got a small lecture about being more careful and as soon as they returned home, Sam was waiting for them. Aurora walked with him down the hall towards her private living room in silence.

“So, what happened yesterday?” Sam asked after the sat down.

“I’m sure you know already,” Aurora replied. “Dad would have told you everything.”

“He did but I was hoping to hear your side of it,” Sam said.

“I don’t know Sam.” She huffed out a breath, tucking her hair behind her ear as she collected her thoughts. “I finally went downstairs, and I started painting for the first time since the shooting…”

“That sounds like a good thing,” Sam said. “What went wrong?”

“I kept knocking the paint over,” Rori sighed. “And it just felt wrong, like I was off balance or something. I’m right handed so I didn’t really think I needed my left hand to paint but I guess I use it more than I realised. Any way I got frustrated and then I just lost all motivation for the work, so I left and went down the hall to the recording studio, but that was so much worse.”

“How so?” Sam prompted when she didn’t seem to want to continue.

“For as long as I can remember, music has been everything,” Rori tried to explain. “When I had nothing, I had music. When mum died, I wrote about it, and when I moved here, I wrote about it. Playing the piano, writing songs, it’s what I do. My art is all if have. It’s all I’ve ever wanted to do with my life and yesterday I couldn’t do any of it. I got so angry Sam. I just got so angry and there was nothing I could do to channel that, so I just blew up.”

“And you trashed the studio,” Sam finished.

“I did,” Rori mumbled. “I don’t know what I do now Sam.”

“Would it help if we got a clearer picture from your surgeon?” he asked. “Maybe a firmer timeframe of when she excepts you to be able to do certain things again? We could work out a clear plan of what surgeries and physically therapies are needed to get you where you want to be. Maybe having some milestones to work towards will help.”

“I think I’d really like that,” Aurora agreed. “I’ve got another surgery next week when Harry and I get back from London and then I’ll have my check-up appointment 2 weeks after that. I could probably discuss the long term plan at the follow-up, but could you maybe come with me?”

“Of course, I’ll come with you,” Sam said. “When do you leave for London?”

“Tomorrow afternoon, but I can feel Dad gearing up to fight me on it. After yesterday I can’t really blame him for freaking out this time, but if I spend one more day moping around the tower, I’m going to lose it again.”

“Why don’t I talk to him about this trip being a good thing while you go for a run in the park to clear your head?”

“I would really appreciate you talking to him,” Aurora admitted, “and a run sounds perfect right now.

They both stood back up and Sam wrapped his arms around her, holding her tightly against him for a few long minutes, before he left to go talk to Tony. As he walked away, Rori went to change into her active wear.

xXx

It was late by the time Aurora’s flight arrived at Heathrow, and she ordered an uber for the 45 minute ride to Harry’s north London house. He was waiting up for her and the moment the car pulled up to the curb he was out the front door to grab her bag. He wrapped his arm around her shoulders as they walked into the house.

“How was your flight?” he asked while she kicked off her shoes and hung her coat in the hall closet.

“Exhausting,” Rori sighed. “Mind if we just go straight to bed?”

“Of course, love,” Harry replied, taking her hand in his as he carried her bag up the stairs towards the bedroom. She barely kept her eyes open long enough to change out of her clothes and brush her teeth before she collapsed into his bed and snuggled up against him.

xXx

Aurora woke up well before Harry given that she was still running on New York time. She quietly slipped from the bed and padded downstairs to the kitchen, starting a pot of coffee before pulling out what she needed from the fridge. She had an omelette in the skillet in front her and the smell of freshly brewed coffee was in the air when she heard Harry shuffle into the kitchen behind her.

“Morning,” he mumbled his voice low and gruff with sleep.

“Damn,” Rori chuckled. “Was trying to get this finished before you woke up so I could bring it up to you. Happy Birthday baby.” She skipped over to him, throwing her arms around his neck and kissing him deeply. Harry hummed into the kiss, his hands slipping lower as he licked at her lower lip and she opened her mouth to him. “Omelette’s gonna burn if you don’t stop groping my butt,” she murmured against his lips when they pulled apart.

“Let it burn,” Harry groaned, chasing after her lips as she pulled away from him. She giggled when he refused to let her go.

“Harry,” she whined. “At least move us over to the stove if you won’t let go.”

He did as he was told, shuffling them through the kitchen, turning her in his arms until he plastered along her back. She managed to salvage the omelette before it completely burned, sliding it onto a plate and bending over to pull the other one from the oven where she’d placed it to keep it warm. Harry chuckled darkly when she bent over, squeezing her hips when she pushed back against his pelvis.

“None of that mister,” she chided. “Breakfast first, then we can fool around.”

He pouted but took the plates she held out to him, moving over to the kitchen table as she made their coffees before joining him. The moment they’d finished eating Aurora squealed as she was scooped up into Harry’s arms and carried off towards the bedroom.

xXx

They headed into the city as it started to get dark, meeting Harry’s family and some of his friends at a little Chinese restaurant in SoHo. They were shown to a large round table and Aurora quickly hugged Louis, Niall and Liam before she sat down next to Harry with Gemma sitting on her left and Anne on Harry’s right. Conversation flowed easily as the food was brought out and Aurora swiped one of Harry’s spring rolls from his plate.

“Oi!” he gasped, jabbing his chopsticks at her, causing her to giggle and lean over to kiss his cheek. “You’re bloody lucky you’re so cute,” he told her.

After the meal, a waiter brought out a tray of cupcakes with candles lit and the table erupted into a terrible rendition of Happy Birthday. Aurora took a few photos with her phone before Harry blew out the candles and then divvied the cupcakes up around the table.

“How long are you in town for this time?” Gemma asked after they’d finished off the cupcakes.

“Just a few days,” Rori replied. “We’re meeting with our wedding planner to go over some things, but I need to be back in New York by the end of the week.”

“How’s the wedding planning going?”

“Really well, we’ve got the venue, caterer, photographer and the cake all organised already. I had a lot of spare time on my hands after the proposal, so I really got stuck into it all last year.”

“What are you getting done this week then?” Gemma asked.

“We’re doing another walk through at the venue to finalise layout and decide on decorations, colour schemes, all of that.”

“I know the boys have their suits sorted already but we’ll have to start shopping for dresses soon,” Gemma pointed out, an excited smile on her face. “I’m honestly so excited to be Harry’s Best Woman. I really wasn’t expecting him to ask me.”

“Are you kidding me Gem?” Rori laughed. “There’s no one else he would have asked. Especially after I called dibs on Louis being my Man of Honour.” The two girls burst out laughing, drawing Harry’s attention away from his conversion.

“Why am I suddenly nervous?” he asked, looking between his sister and fiancé who were both still giggling.

“Just discussing the bridal party,” Rori said, kissing Harry’s cheek.

“And the fact that you stole my best man?” Harry asked.

“I’m feeling so wanted,” Gemma joked. “And you’re not really that annoyed about it, admit it. You’d give her anything she asked for.”

“I really would,” Harry replied, leaning into kiss Aurora, his hand cupping her cheek as he smiled into the kiss.

“Oi! No snogging at the table!” Louis yelled from across the room, throwing a wadded up napkin at the pair, Niall laughing hysterically when he hit Harry in the side of the head.

“It’s my birthday so if I wanna kiss my fiancé, then I will,” Harry replied before returning to the kiss. Aurora broke away from the kiss in a fit of giggles as Liam and Louis started to boo them.

They all said their goodnights not too much later, and Aurora promised to call Gemma soon to organise a time to go dress shopping with Ella and Lottie soon.

xXx

After breakfast the following morning, they both pulled on their winter coats and walked from Harry’s Hampstead house across the Heath towards the Hill Gardens. They met their wedding planner Rebecca and a member of the grounds team at the Pergola and followed them inside. Even in winter, the place was absolutely beautiful, and Aurora was smiling brightly as they were shown around. Becca pointed out where they could have an arch placed for them to stand under and where the chairs would be placed.

“It’s perfect Harry,” Rori whispered after they had wandered the space for a little while. “I’m so glad we decided on here.”

“And just imagine it with the spring flowers,” he added, wrapping his arms around her as they gazed around the space.

“Well I think we’re good to go,” Becca said, walking back towards the couple after speaking with the staff. “Rori you’ve given me pretty clear design ideas, so I’ll get all the furnishings confirmed and send you through the photos for you to sign off on it, but I think we’re good for the ceremony. Let’s go talk reception.”

The three of them walked out of the gardens to where Becca had parked her car and, in a few minutes, they were back at Harry’s house where they had decided to hold the reception.

“The plan is to have the guests walk back here after the ceremony while we go into the Heath to take photos,” Harry explained as they walked into the house. “We’ve got a large back garden and we were thinking two long tables down either side, dance floor in the middle, bridal party at a table across the back.”

“I’d also like some lights strung up in the trees and maybe over the dance floor,” Rori added, walking Becca around the space.

“And colour scheme is still navy and creams?” the older woman confirmed while she took a few photos of the yard.

“Yes,” Rori agreed. “I don’t want to go too over the top, just something simple and tasteful.”

“Tasteful is definitely something we can do,” Becca promised.

They all headed back inside out of the cold and Harry set about making tea as the two women sat down at the kitchen table to discuss details. Becca had her laptop open and Aurora shared her the link to a Pinterest board where she’d been collecting images of details she liked. They spent a few hours discussing everything until Becca was satisfied, she fully understood what the young couple wanted.

“Thank you again Becca,” Rori said when they started to wrap up. “You’ve made this entire process so easy, and I honestly don’t know how we would have gotten anything done without you.”

“Just doing my job, darling,” Becca replied. “And I should be thanking both of you. I’m so used to dealing with Bridezillas that it’s so refreshing how laid back you’ve both been about everything.”

“There’s enough stress in our lives without letting this become another thing,” Harry said, his arm draped across the back of Rori’s seat. Becca smiled warmly at them.

“So, when are you going dress shopping?” she asked Rori.

“I’m hoping to fly back over next month or in April to go with the girls to get their bridesmaids dresses. They boys’ suits are already getting made, so that’s one more thing ticked off.”

“You’ve already got the suits sorted?” Becca asked in surprise. “You guys have really got this organisation thing down.”

“Harry’s getting his suit made by Gucci,” Rori explained, “and they offered to make the groomsmen’s suits as well, so we just decided to go for it.”

“You two are so down to earth I sometimes forget you’re famous,” Becca laughed, “but Gucci. Damn.”

“I know,” Aurora laughed as well. “I’m working with them to design my dress as well. Maybe we should have got them to sponsor the wedding.”

Becca stayed for a little while longer, chatting with the couple before heading out with promises to email Aurora soon.

“I really don’t know why people make planning a wedding into this super stressful thing,” Harry said when she left.

“Right?” Rori agreed. “I have complete faith in Becca. She knows the vibe I’m going for and I trust her to decide on all the finer details. I just don’t see the point in hyper-fixating on it all. I just want to be able to enjoy the day and have fun.”

“Me too,” Harry said. “I love you.”

“Love you too.”

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sadsoullwt · 4 years ago

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Losing Love // l.t

Loving someone is one of the best feelings in the world. The butterflies that sit in the pit of your stomach when their name pops up on your phone screen, the exciting and anxious feelings you get when you’re about to see them after being apart for a while, the tremendous amount of laughs you get to share with one another. It’s just knowing that you will always have that one person there for you, someone to experience life with you no matter how though it gets sometimes.

Louis knew what it was like. Ever since the moment he laid eyes on you 2 years ago, he was completely and utterly in love. Infactuated by every inch of your skin, every stretchmark, every freckle, every insecurity you ever had. You were absolutely perfect in his eyes. He sure had his fair share of girlfriends in his lifetime, but he had never even felt close to the way he did feel when he was around you.

Louis was a confident man. He never really had much trouble talking to anyone, and girls were no exception. He was just a really smooth talker in general. But with you it was different. He first met you at a concert venue, where your dad was the general manager. You were hanging out backstage while your dad gave the boys a little tour.

The moment you locked eyes with eachother Louis’ heart started to beat rapidly. The usually loud and bubbly boy had never been so lost for words in his entire life. The nerves building up in his stomach were the kind of nerves you got moments before you go bungee jumping, all kinds of adrenaline rushing through your body.

To Louis, performing in front of thousands of people suddenly didn’t seem so scary anymore. He could barely form a proper scentence while looking at you. He noticed the way small dimples formed when you let out a laugh, the way your nose twitched because you were slightly nervous, the way your eyes twinkled when you talked about something you were passioniate about.

He observed your every move that night, and in that short period of time he got to enjoy your company he knew. From that night on Louis knew you would become the most important person in his life, and he was right.

——

A few months after you met you started dating. You wanted to take things slow at first and Louis had a huge amount of respected for that. You had never really had a serious relationship in your life and you were scared. Scared that you weren’t going to be good enough for him, scared that you were to inexperienced for him or that he would just forget about you after a first date gone wrong.

But Louis didn’t. He reassured you that you could take all the time you needed, and that he would be there for you every step of the way. He was going to wait as long as it took for you to fully open op, because you were definitly worth the wait.

Louis made it so hard not to fall in love with him. He would always bring your favorite flowers when he showed up at your doorstep to take you on a date, he would leave little notes in your purse or around your house for you to find, he would always make sure he called you at least once a day to check up on you, he always ‘forgot’ his sweater at your house just because he knew how much you liked wearing it but you were too afraid to ask him for it.

You were the most precious thing in his life and he would give his life for yours in a heartbeat. He couldn’t stand seeing you upset because to him you were his world. Seeing you break down shattered him completely. He would hold you so tight that sometimes you felt like you couldn’t breath and he would sing for you ever so softly while playing with your hair. He cared for you more than he cared for himself. Louis didn’t care one bit that his friends teased him for being so whipped all the time, because he was whipped.

——-

You had been practically living together since the start of your relationship, but a good year in to dating you oficially moved into his appartment. Life couldn’t be more perfect for Louis. He loved his job and his fans, he had the best family and friends someone could ever ask for and he felt like his life couldn’t be more complete with you by his side. I guess you could say life takes very odd turns from time to time.

The band was at it’s absolute peak. To Louis it sometimes felt like the days were never ending, and it was just a constant replay of doing a concert, going straight into the recording booth after to record the new album, getting way too little sleep on a crowded and filty tour bus. In the meantime they were also doing a lot of press and promo for the new album.

Don’t get me wrong, Louis absolutely adored his fans and he loved every single bit of his job, he just sometimes wished he would have a less hectic scheduele, so he could make more time for the things that were important to him, especially for you.

You and Louis had a lot of arguments the weeks leading up to the tour. He wanted you to travel the world with him so bad but you had your own obligations at home. You were just starting college and you couldn’t afford just taking off for eight months to go and travel with your boyfriend. As much as you loved Louis and you couldn’t imagine being apart from him for so long, you knew you had to think about your own carreer and future first, so you decided to stay home.

Louis didn’t like the fact that you stayed home because he was just terrified. He was scared because it was your first time being apart for such a long time and he was frightened that your relationship wouldn’t be able to handle it. He was scared you were going to realise that his hectic lifestyle wasn’t the one for you and that it didn’t fit into your plans for the future. He was absolutely terrified of the thought that you might forget about him.

——-

It was not even three months into the tour when you noticed some small changes in Louis’ behavoir. He wouldn’t call you as much, would always text you that he was too busy to talk during the day, the usual four hour facetime conversations turned into five minute calls where Louis would just rant about how tired he was.

And boy was he exhausted. He was working most hours of the day and night while under an inmense amount of pressure. He didn’t know how much more he could actually take before his body would just collapse and he wouldn’t be able to function anymore. He was just so fed up with work and busy doing his own things that he started getting distant from you.

He felt selfish, he really did, but he just couldn’t bring himself to ask you about how your days went anymore. He was so consumed in his own world and being so incredebly overworked that he couldn’t take you complaining about your day on top of everything else, so he didn’t bother asking.

He rarely called you anymore, and if he did he would just say that he was very tired because he had loads to do and that he would text you if he got the chance.

Hours turned into days of not hearing a single word from him. He didn’t reply to your texts, he didn’t call you to tell you he was busy. You heard absolutly nothing from him and it broke you. You ocasionally checked in with the boys to make sure he was okay. Niall reassured you that he missed you and would call as soon as he got the chance, but he never did. You felt the love of your life slipping through your fingers and you were trying so hard to understand him and his incredibly abnormal lifestyle, but there was only so much you could take before you would just break down and crumble

———

You cried yourself to sleep most nights. You put so much effort into your relationship, giving every ounce of love in your body to this one man you adored so much. The amount of energy you put into trying to work things out and not wanting to give up what you had was umatched bu Louis. It seemed like he didn’t give a shit about anything that had to do with you anymore and as much as you didn’t want to believe that, what else where you supposed to do? You two haven’t proberly communicated in weeks.

It was one of those nights where you just snuggled up in bed with loads of pillows, hoping the would fill up the empty space in your bed and also the empty void in your heart. You had called and texted Louis several hours that day but not once did he awnser. You couldn’t describe what exactly you were feeling, but it sure was a whole bunch.

You were incredibly sad because all you wanted was for him to tell you that everything was going to be fine once he got back home and for him to just tell you how much he loved you. He would normally never shut up about all the things he adored so much about you, now you can’t even remember the last time he spoke those three little but oh so meaningfull words to you.

But most of all you were just angry. Angry out of exhaustion of loving someone so hard but not getting the same in return. You were angry that he made you feel not worth fighting for, because he sure as hell wasn’t putting any effort into saving your relationship. You just wanted Louis home and for things to go back to normal again.

As if on cue with your thoughts you heard the front door open, causing your heart to start racing. It was currently ten pm and you sure as hell weren’t expecting any visitors this late at night. You carefully lift your blankets and tip toe out of bed. You make your way to your bedroom door as quitley as you can.

You come to a halt at the top of the stairs and your body inmediatly freezes to the sight in front of you. Louis is standing there, holding a bag of lugage in one hand while his phone and a pack of cigarettes are laced between his fingers in the other hand.

“Louis? But how- what- what are you doing here?” You find yourself not being able to make a proper scentence without stuttering since your brain hasn’t fully grasped the fact that Louis is indeed actually standing in your living room.

You don’t know how or when you even got down the stairs until you realise that you’re standing right in front of him behind your couch. There is a small moment where you too just stand there in silence and take in eachothers precence. Louis hasn’t said a word since taking a step into your home togheter and it scared you but makes your blood boil at the same time.

“What are you doing here Louis?” You clear your throat with a small cough before locking eyes with him for the first time in what feels like forever. Normally his eyes would speak for themselves but you have never seen them so dull and lifeless. This isn’t the same man that left you at home to go tour the world. The look of pure exhaustion on his face makes your heart shatter even more.

Louis puts his bag down before releasing a big sigh. He takes your hand and rubs a small circle on the back of it, a gesture he would always do to reassure you. Except this time it felt so different. It felt akward and out of place for him to do so.

He planted a quick kiss on you cheeck before letting go of your hand and akwardly standing in front of your fragile figure again. You were trying incredibly hard not to cry.

“We’ll talk about it tomorrow love, ‘m too tired ‘m going to bed.”

He barely looked at you will mumbeling the scentence you had already heard a hundred times before. He was always to tired now a days to talk to you about anything. And if he did he talked about himself, not bothering to know how your days have been.

Without giving you mich time to respond Louis kicked of his shoes, took his bag from the floor as he gave you a small smile before dissapearing into the hallway and into the guest bedroom.

——————

Hello! Omg i feel like this is getting so longgg so i decided to just cut it off right there and make a part two!

I haven’t written anything like this in years and i’m sorry if this sucks or if it’s really bad, i feel like i have to get into it again. I’m so excited to be writing again, it’s a good escape from reality from time to time.

I would love to hear your feedback! Do you like me not really using names and not really writing from a perspective of do you prever writings in point of vieuws?? Let me know!

I’ve always loveddddd writing for people so if anyone has a request i will gladly work with it! Just send me a dm.

Sorry if this sucks i tried. Definitly give some suggestions for part two! All the love x

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chuffyfan87 · 5 years ago

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Growing Pains. Part 9b

"To look at her she seems all sweetness but I'm guessing she has to be pretty tough to do the job she does."

“She’s had to be pretty tough to get to the position she’s in, as Ward Sister really.”

"I'm just glad that she seems to like me."

“Mum definitely prefers you over Krystal.” He smirked.

"Yeh, Krystal's quite interesting..." Holly giggled.

“Did you see the look on my parents face when she announced over the dinner table she had her nipples pierced?” He laughed softly.

"I'm not sure your dad knew where to put himself and your mum was clearly horrified."

He laughed gently, “I wonder what her parents are like?”

"I dread to think!" Holly laughed as she caressed Peter's cheek. "I've missed this. Just chilling and having a laugh with you."

He moved his head closer to her hand. “So have I.” He admitted.

Holly brushed her lips against Peter's.

He smiled against her lips as he closed his eyes, returning the kiss.

Several moments passed before they parted and settled into each other's arms on the sofa.

“Dad always said when you meet someone important, you know about it.” He said quietly.

"Is that so?" Holly smiled.

He nodded and kissed the top of her head, running his fingers through her hair. “Yes.”

"Do you think you've found that someone?"

He nodded, “I think so.”

Holly hesitated slightly before asking her next question. "Is kids something you've always wanted?"

He nodded, “Yes but, at the same time, the idea of having children terrifies me.” He admitted.

"What terrifies you about it?"

He hesitated, “What if I’m a bad dad?”

"I doubt that. I've seen you with your little brothers. You're great with them."

“I went through a lot when my mum gave birth to my siblings. It was hard.” He said quietly, “What if the person I loved died?”

"Did that nearly happen to your mum?" She asked gently, squeezing his hand.

Peter nodded, “When she had Oli.”

"And she still had Paul?!" Holly asked incredulously.

He nodded. “I was there. When she gave birth to Oli, she was at home...”

"I'm guessing that wasn't the plan..?"

He shook his head and sighed. “The memories are still there sometimes.”

"I'm not surprised." She sighed, pulling Peter into her arms.

He didn’t say anything as he was hugged by her.

"We'll make things work."

“I love you.” He said gently.

Holly gasped. "I've never had someone tell me that before."

“You haven’t?”

"No."

He moved back from her arms to make eye contact with her. “I love you.”

Her eyes sparkled as she smiled broadly at him.

He stroked her cheek before kissing her tenderly.

"I love you too." Holly whispered after they parted.

He grinned and kissed her nose.

"Can I stay here tonight?" She asked coyly.

“I’d like that very much.”

"Its been awful lonely in my house by myself."

“It’s been lonely here without you to cuddle up with.”

"Nothing to warm those cold feet of yours on?" She giggled.

He giggled. “Exactly.”

"Have you eaten this evening?"

“No. Do you fancy going out for dinner?”

"Or I can cook something here?"

“Ok, yeah.”

"Hmm, now I wonder what you've got in..." She mused as she pushed herself up from the sofa and wandered into the kitchen.

“You know me, probably not an awful lot.” He got up and followed her into the kitchen.

"Which is why we normally eat at mine." She teased.

“That’s true.” He wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her neck.

"Hmm..."

“We could go shopping?”

"We may need to. I do wonder how you ever survived three years at uni!"

“That makes both of us.” He chuckled.

"Did your mum have to send you food parcels?" Holly teased.

“Sometimes.” He kissed her neck again.

"We're not gunna get very far at this rate..." She mumbled distractedly.

“Am I distracting you?” He asked.

"You always distract me."

“I hadn’t noticed,” He teased gently in her ear before running his tongue over her earlobe. “You distracted me from the very first moment we met.”

"I honestly didn't think you were ever gunna come over." She snuggled back against him.

“I was still so hung up over my ex. But I realised I wasn’t living in the present. I’m so glad I came over to talk to you.”

"She really messed you up didn't she?"

“Yeah, a bit.” He admitted.

She tilted her head round to look into his eyes. "Good job you picked a medical professional, I know just how to mend a broken heart." She smiled.

He smiled, “Yeah you do.”

"I'm more used to working with dogs and cats but I'm sure humans can't be that much more complicated..!" She giggled.

“Hmm, I think cats and dogs are probably better behaved.”

"You'd think but have you ever seen a cat after he got into a fight with another cat who looked at his cat girlfriend in the wrong way?" She chuckled.

“No I haven’t.” He began to laugh as he imagined the cat.

"They're truly psycho!" She joined in his laughter.

“I remember when the twins were younger, they were obsessed with getting a cat.”

"Coz they don't live in a mad enough house as it is..!" She giggled.

“It’s like an asylum!” He giggled alongside her.

"Though your mum did seem rather taken by a couple of kittens we had in being treated when she dropped by..."

“I’m sure she’ll manage to convince my father on allowing her to adopt one.”

"I'm presuming she has a track record for that sort of thing?"

“Oh yes! I’m just glad I don’t live at home anymore. I don’t want to hear how she plans to convince him. It was bad enough as a teen!”

Holly briefly looked confused. "Oh... Oh!" Her eyes widened as she realised what he was referring to.

He laughed. “Some would say its rather cute my parents are still so into each other after all these years but it’s totally gross at the same time!”

"My parents have slept in separate bedrooms for years."

“I don’t think my parents would know what to do if they slept in separate bedrooms.”

"Mum says she hates dad's snoring but I never remember him ever snoring."

“Hmm, maybe he only snores around your mum?”

"Maybe." She shrugged. "They're just weird."

“Shall we go shopping?” He asked.

"I think we're going to need to unless we just go to mine instead?"

“We’ll go to yours.”

"You may want to bring a spare pair of boxers and socks. I kinda took some scissors to the ones you had left at mine..." She admitted sheepishly.

He gasped, “You cut up my boxers?”

"It seemed like a good idea after a bottle of wine."

He sighed, “I really hurt you, didn’t I?”

"It just totally took me by surprise. I thought I'd finally found someone I could trust."

“You can trust me.” He reassured, “It was a moment of madness that has come back and bit me right on the arse.”

"Well, maybe it has." She shrugged.

He sighed softly but didn’t say anything.

They gathered their things and headed over to Holly's house. Peter bringing some spare socks and boxers to replace the ones Holly destroyed.

Using her fully stocked up kitchen Holly was able to rustle up a tasty meal of pasta in a vegetable sauce.

They sat down at the table eating their food and engaging in small talk.

Across town Charlie and Duffy had just arrived home from the hospital and were making something quick to eat.

Charlie yawned. “What a shift!”

"It was." She hesitated before continuing, not wanting to upset her husband after such a long day but aware that the topic needed discussing. "Did you hear back from the rehab facility?"

“Yes I have.” He sighed sadly.

"What did they say?" She asked, taking a small bite of the rice they'd made.

“That they have a place available for Louis.”

"Have you spoken to Louis about it? What does he think?"

“I haven’t had chance to speak to him yet.”

"He seemed really agitated again when I popped by to check on him during my break earlier." She sighed.

He smiled sadly, “It'll be the withdrawal.”

"The school sent his attendance record over." She explained, pointing to one of the letters in the pile that she'd picked up off the doormat as they'd arrived home.

“Worse than we thought?”

"Yes. I'm cross that they didn't tell us that he wasn't attending so many lessons. We sent him to school, once he was there they need to take some responsibility for not keeping him there or at least not telling us that he wasn't." She huffed.

Charlie rubbed his neck, “Did he say anything to you when you went to see him on your break?”

"Not directly..." She frowned.

“What did he do?”

She sighed. "He asked the nurse to 'tell that fucking whore to piss off and leave me alone'."

He sighed. “I’m sorry.”

"Its ok. I've come to expect it."

“The sooner he gets into rehab and is able to deal with whatever he’s got on his mind, the better.”

#chuffy #charlie and duffy #charlie fairhead #lisa duffin

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missyslittlepet · 6 years ago

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((This is just a short one. Summary - Louis seeks comfort in you after the death of his best friend.))

Rest Easy Marlon...

It had all happened so fast. The sound of the gunshot rang in your ears while the thunder continued to roar above the group. It took a few moments to process what you had just seen. You reached up and wiped your cheek. As you pulled your hand back to look at it you were met with the crimson red blood of one of your closest friends.

Marlon was dead.

You tore your eyes away from his limp body and looked at the boy still holding his gun.

"What? I aimed for the head." AJ shrugged.

He sounded so innocent. So unbelievably calm about what he had just done. You felt your lip quivering as you watched him. Your anger bubbled the longer you stared but you knew you couldn't do anything. He was just a kid after all. He didn't understand the world the way you did.

"No!" Louis shouted taking a step forward. You placed a hand on his arm making sure he didn't do anything he'd regret. It seemed to ground him slightly but he was still shaking.

"Oh my God..." Omar muttered from behind you.

"We could get medicine. From the nurses office." Ruby pushed past everyone and started kneeling down next to Marlon.

"He's dead! The kid blew his brains out!" Mitch shouted.

"Y-you shot him. He's dead." You could hear the shaking in Louis' voice as he slowly approached AJ. "You're a murderer. You got him to give up. You saw how broken he was." He turned to face Clementine. "What the fuck did you teach this kid?!"

Everyone's eyes were on Clementine now.

Mitch curled his hand into a fist so both you and Violet jumped in between AJ and the group.

"Back off. All of you!" Hissed Violet, holding up her meat cleaver.

"It was under control. I talked Marlon down then he murdered my fucking friend!" Louis' had never sounded so angry.

"Louis, we know." You nodded. "Marlon was our friend too and I understand you're upset but you need to calm down. We all do."

"Calm down?! Are you fucking kidding me (f/n)?!"

You jumped when he raised his voice at you. Deep down you knew he didn't mean it but it still stung to hear him talk to you like that.

Rosie's barking seemed to fade into the background as you and Violet stayed on high alert. You eyes darted from person to person trying to figure out if any of then were going to try something.

"Take AJ and go inside." Violet told Clementine.

"Come on. Let's go." Clementine said taking AJ by the hand and leading him away.

"Oh, just let them go back to the dorms?! What happens the next time one of us does something this kid doesn't like? Should we expect a bullet too?" Louis took another angry step forward.

"That's not what happened." Explained Violet.

"It's exactly what happened! It was over 'til little Mr Trigger happy decided otherwise!"

"Louis, he's just a kid. He didn't grow up in a world like ours..." You tried to reason with him.

"Just a kid? Are you serious? How does that makes this okay?! He killed my best friend, how can you just defend him?!"

"Look around you Lou, we're in a troubled youth school! We've all done things we regret and that's with a society that had laws and where we were taught right from wrong. What's your excuse?"

"Really?! You're going to compare what I did to murder?!"

"We get it Louis, so back off. Okay?" Violet interrupted, still gripping her meat cleaver.

"Back off? Seriously?" Louis' jaw was clenched as he stared at the pair of you. He couldn't believe what he was hearing.

Clementine quickly ushered AJ inside leaving everyone else standing in the rain.

Ruby was crying now. Desperate for someone to help her patch up the dead boys wounds. Meanwhile, Willy and Mitch went inside to find something they could use to dig a grave for Marlon. They came back and gave everyone bowls saying it was the best thing they could find. You all took a makeshift shovel and got to work, silently carving away at the dirt. You glanced up and caught Louis' eyes briefly. He looked so fully of hatred and you felt a pit in your stomach begin to form. He shook his head, his damp dreads sticking to his wet face. You were about to speak but he had already looked away.

When it got too dark to continue and everyone was soaked through Ruby muttered something about not having enough medicine to help if you all got the flu and promptly told everyone to get inside.

You stood and began shuffling into the school. Louis was walking ahead of you so you quickened your pace.

"Lou, can I talk with you?" You whispered when you made it to his side.

He didn't even acknowledge you were there. Just kept his eyes forward and his jaw clenched.

Once inside Louis stormed into the dorms and slammed his bedroom door behind him. You were hot on his heels. There was no way you were losing another friend tonight. You knocked on his door but heard nothing.

"Come on Lou, please talk to me. I'm not the bad guy here." You sighed pressing your forehead to the door when you got no response.

"Fine." You muttered standing up. "Have it your way Louis. There's no point in pissing you off further. You know where I am when you decide you finally want to talk to me again."

Louis heard your footsteps walk down the hall and he finally allowed himself to breakdown.

You lay awake staring at the top bunk. The breeze from your opened window chilled your room and allowed the thunder to echo off the walls. You felt so numb. You had considered going out to keep watch or continue digging Marlon's grave but you couldn't bring yourself to move. Your head ached from the crying and your cheek was still stained red from Marlon's blood. It wasn't just Marlon you had cried for. The fact that Minnie and Sophie were possibly still out there because of him turned your stomach. Would he have sent you too? You couldn't imagine how scared they would have been but, then again, you couldn't imagine how scared he probably was either. You were all just children and none of you deserved to have to make that kind of call. Maybe there was something you could have done? Someway this all could have been prevented.

The soft knocking coming from the other side of your door dragged you from your thoughts. Slowly the door creaked open and you heard someone walk towards your bunk. You shifted your eyes slightly to see who had invited themselves in. The moonlight shining through the window and the assortment of lit candles around your room allowed you to see Louis awkwardly shifting from one foot to the other in the middle of the room.

He scratched the back of his neck and looked at the floor. His eyes were bloodshot and it was obvious he had been crying.

"I err-" Louis shyly looked up at you. "I can't stop seeing him. Everytime I close my eyes all I can see is him with a fucking bullet in between his eyes..." His voice broke and so did your heart. They were like brothers.

You shifted in your bed making some room.

"Come here..." You said holding out your arms. Louis slowly walked over to the bed and lay down with you. He cuddled up close, resting his head on your chest. Your arms wrapped around him, protecting him from the cool air that filled the room.

You were considerably shorter than him so it probably looked odd but you didn't care. Louis was in pain, you all were.

"I didn't mean to shout at you." Louis muttered into your shirt. "I just couldn't understand how you were so calm about it."

"I think me and Violet had to be. If not then someone was going to kill AJ and then we'd be digging two graves, possibly more if Clementine had of lashed out." You sighed. "Look Lou, Marlon was one of my closest friends and he really didn't deserve what happened to him but you've got to understand just how young AJ is. I can't imagine the shit he's gone through to survive. We've had it good, had walls and gates. Him and Clementine have been on the road trying to survive. AJ saw a bad situation and he dealt with it the way he was probably taught. It was the wrong call ,definitely, but what Marlon did wouldn't have sounded great to him. He killed Brody, traded two of our people, tried to blame it on Clementine and then pulled a gun on her."

Louis was now looking at you. You were surprised he was so calm about what you were saying.

"What he did was awful." Louis began. "If he had traded you I... I dont know what I would have done. I just can't believe he's gone (f/n)." Louis' eyes started tearing up and you placed your hand on his cheek.

"Neither can I... Marlon didn't deserve the amount of pressure he was under to keep this group safe. He was just a kid, just like the rest of us. I'm sorry I defended AJ out there and I'm sorry I upset you. I just didn't want anymore death that's all..."

"It's okay (f/n), I understand. I'm sorry I upset you too. Don't think I've ever shouted at you before, didn't think I could." His eyes were full of regret.

"It's okay," You laughed sadly. "I deserve it. I didn't mean to drag your parents into it either, I just wanted you to understand what I was saying... wasn't the best way to go about it though."

"I know, it's okay." He gave you a small smile before snuggling back into your side. "(F/n)?"

"Yeah?" You whispered.

"Can I... Can I stay here tonight? I don't want to be alone right now and Marlon not being in his bed... I just can't sleep. I can't stop thinking about it."

"Of course Lou, honestly, I could do with the company too." You pressed a kiss to the top of his head and he sighed, pulling you closer to him.

Silently you both listened to the roar of the thunder outside and kept each other close. If anything you had both became more aware than ever that a person you loved could be ripped away from you at any time. Getting over Marlon's death was going to be rough and the revelation of what had truly happened to the twins was definitely going to become a large topic of discussion.

You sighed and stroked a hand over Louis' dreads.

"Try and get some sleep Lou, you aren't alone now." You whispered.

Louis said nothing. He grabbed you hand and squeezed it gently, burrowing his face further into your shirt. You both lay away for a while silently but soon enough you heard his shallow breathing and knew he had fallen asleep.

Your eyes stung and you knew you would follow suit soon. The warm weight of Louis by your side was comforting and you found yourself hoping it would become a regular occurrence.

"Goodnight Lou." You whispered pressing another kiss to his head. You took a deep breath and sighed looking back up at the top bunk.

"Rest easy Marlon..."

Another clap of thunder echoed as the final candle burnt out and you finally let sleep overcome you.

#louis twdg x reader #twdg marlon #twd fanfiction #twdg #twd #twdg louis x reader fanfic

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sanctuaryforalluniverses · 5 years ago

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Getting inside Danny Williams’ brain, movie edition (“Partners” DVD extras)

For those of us who write fanfiction, one of the weird world-filling-in activities we sometimes have to do is try to come up with a comprehensive list of a character’s preferred leisure time activities. Sometimes they’ll give us hints on the show, but in most cases the show focuses far more on what they do at work than what they do during their off hours. Fanfiction, on the other hand, is often written about a character’s off hours, leaving us writers to gather clues and try to extrapolate from there.

Which is how I ended up having a very weird weekend trying to come up with a definitive list of movies I was certain Danny would really like. Because I honestly don’t think he’s a huge movie watcher (his go-to “crap there’s nothing on TV” option is usually sports of some kind) but he’s got too much movie knowledge not to appreciate the medium at least a little. Unlike Steve, Danny’s response to being forced through several different romance movies was to analyze them, deconstruct the various tropes, and learn to predict them in other movies. Casual viewers, in my experience, just don’t DO that.

Also, the one movie we know he loves, “Enemy Mine,” is a freakin’ classic.

The thing is, though, that it’s kind of a weird classic. For those who haven’t had the pleasure of experiencing the movie for themselves, “Enemy Mine” is a 1985 West German-American science fiction film starring Dennis Quaid and Louis Gossett, Jr. The two are pilots on opposite sides of an interstellar war, and they both crash land on the same planet. They hate each other, slowly become friends, and when Gossett’s character dies in childbirth (his species can reproduce all by themselves), Quaid’s character promises to take the kid back to Gossett’s home planet for a naming ceremony. He raises the kid for awhile, accidentally gets “rescued” and taken away from him, and steals a ship to get the kid back.

Unsurprisingly, the movie was a total box office bomb. That’s what tends to happen when a movie is really, really, good, but also completely fails to follow any conventional box office formula for success. If you boil it down to its bare essentials, “Enemy Mine” is about talking, aliens, and feelings. There’s a solid chunk of sci-fi fans who are fond of it, and count it AMONG their favorites, but it’s pretty rare for someone who isn’t a fan of sci-fi to like it. Let alone love it as much as Danny clearly does.

And Danny… there’s no way I’m buying a secret fondness for sci-fi. Someone in his life must have been a fan (I’m suspecting Matt, who I imagine must have been a big fan of escapism) but that man is so non-nerd he couldn’t casually come up with SUPERMAN when trying to put a name to his red-caped “costume” in the season 3 Halloween episode. I hadn’t even thought that was POSSIBLE. (He manages a reference much later in the series, but that’s after DC’s latest spate of movies. The marketing saturation was so dramatic at that point anyone who consumed even the most casual media couldn’t escape it).

Feelings, however… Danny’s a BIG fan of feelings. He was so openly moved when we saw him watch “Enemy Mine,” and he would ABSOLUTELY be one of those people who enjoyed sobbing over movies because he could never let himself cry in real life. Also, the man is a deeply emotional, deeply sentimental asshole, no matter how hard he tries to pretend he’s a tough guy. So if he’s going to seek out a movie on his own, it’s probably going to have to offer the same dialed-up-to-11 emotional catharsis that “Enemy Mine” does.

Also, he clearly doesn’t mind movies where the characters spend most of their time just talking to each other. Hell, he probably even loves it.

On that note, here’s a not-comprehensive-but-definitely-reliable list of some of Danny Williams’ most-watched movies, in no particular order.

Arrival

This one… Danny has to save this one for special occasions. The things the movie says about parenthood and consciously letting your heart get broken because of the sweetness along the way hits him right in the heart every single time, but there’s also a dead kid involved. Yes, she’s sort of at the edges, but we also get Amy Adams talking to her dead daughter in voiceover and it just wrecks Danny EVERY SINGLE TIME. Some of the things the movie says about choices and accepting pain also mess him up, but it touches on some deeper issues and he really doesn’t like to look at any of that too closely. It’s a beautiful, well-made movie (he WILL rant about how Adams deserved an Oscar for it), but sometimes he just can’t allow himself to get emotionally wrecked like that.

Steve only sort of understands why he gets so emotional over it. But every time they watch it together, he keeps his arms around Danny the entire time and doesn’t say a word about any tears he sees.

Beaches

Listen – I will physically fight anyone who tries to tell me this isn’t one of Clara Williams’ favorite movies. I am dead certain she watched this ALL THE TIME when Danny was growing up, and I’m sure he’s told several people that he suffered through it. But listen – lifelong friendship, massive weepiness, AND New Jersey? Danny loves this movie nearly as much as his mother does, and will absolutely watch it any time it happens to be on TV. He’s seen it so many times he can actually recite the lines of some of the big scenes along with the movie, but is careful not to let himself do that too often.

Steve absolutely teases him about this one, but if Grace catches him watching it she’ll sometimes sit down on the couch and watch it with him. Like her father, she also likes the movie far more than she’s willing to admit to, and is the one person Danny will actually let himself say the lines with (she does it with him). For the funeral scene and the bits after, Grace will inevitably get weepy and snuggle up close to her father.

Gifted

This one is just super obvious. In the movie, Chris Evans spends the entire movie figuring out how to raise his adorable super-gifted niece despite pressure from nearly everyone to give her up, and in between tries and fails to have some kind of dating life. It’s a celebration of the fathering spirit, and Danny relates HARD to it. It doesn’t get him as teary as some of the other ones, but there are enough emotional moments to leave him satisfied.

Who DOESN’T cry during Carl and Ellie’s life together at the beginning of the movie? Danny found this one when Grace was still young enough that Disney made up a huge portion of her movie diet, but he’s stuck with it even though she hasn’t. He’s actually grown to like the movie more and more over the years, and what he hasn’t realized yet is because it’s really closely tied to the fact that he got dragged to Hawaii the year after the movie came out. The idea of a curmudgeon traveling to a hellish wilderness in the middle of nowhere and finding a family and new purpose in life when he gets there just started RESONATING with him for some reason, you know?

Bonus movie that Danny USED to watch all the time and now just can’t anymore: Ghost

Honestly, “Ghost” used to be one of his go-to movies. It’s got nearly the feels-per-minute ratio of “Beaches,” and is slightly less embarrassing for a grown man to be watching. Plus, Danny is a very intense, very specific kind of romantic, and the idea of a love that outlasted death appealed to him on a really fundamental level. Of course, he mentally classified as a fantasy, not so much because of the ghost as the idea that a married couple could actually love each other that much. But hey, who doesn’t enjoy a good fantasy now and then?

But after he and Steve got together… well, he’s TRIED to watch it in the years since. More than once, in fact. But it’s not long before he sees Patrick Swayze staying close to his wife, or trying to protect her from his murderous business partner, and thinking about how Steve would absolutely do that if he could manage it at all. Or he’ll see Demi Moore having such a tough time after her husband dies, and he can’t help but think about how destroyed he’d be if anything happened to Steve. If any of the close calls he’s had over the years were just a little bit closer. How easy it would be, even with Steve being more careful, for someone to shoot him one day.

Ever since then, he hasn’t ONCE managed to watch the movie all the way through. Eventually, he just stopped trying.

#danny williams #h50 #mcdanno #partners verse #h50 fic

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mrs-berry · 6 years ago

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Akumatized / Aged Up / ?

Part 19, 22, and ? of Avril Amour (Adrinette April 2019)

By mrs_berry

@adrinetteapril

Click here to read on AO3!

WARNING: This fic contains mentions of suicidal thoughts. Please do not read if this will trigger you or make you uncomfortable.

"Thank you for telling me your feelings, Marinette. I'm flattered," Adrien gave her a warm smile, which then vanished as he hesitated to continue. Biting his lip, he struggled to get his next words out. He didn't want to hurt this amazing young woman, his close friend and former classmate. But he had little choice, as he knew she hated liars and he needed to tell her the truth. "But I love someone else."

Marinette's throat was dry. She had a strong inkling that was the case and her instincts were rarely wrong, but it was a whole different story to have it actually confirmed by the man himself. She licked her lips and cleared her throat.

"W-who?" she croaked out. Maybe she shouldn't ask, but she felt she at least wanted to know who he could have fallen for without her noticing. She had watched him so carefully for years and he had treated everyone the same; yet apparently, there was a special someone after all.

Adrien chuckled awkwardly and shifted his weight between his feet. His arm came up as he reached to scratch at the back of his neck in an anxious gesture.

"Um, it's Ladybug," he reluctantly answered. He felt she deserved as much, being that she was a close friend and was always honest with him. He was worried, though, that she would ask further questions, not believe him, or think his love was for shallow reasons.

However, it seemed those particular worries were unwarranted. Instead, something much worse was about to take place.

"Look out!" Adrien cried out and was just about to barrel into her to knock her out the way.

Unfortunately, he was too late. Marinette was already engulfed in purple smoke, having been possessed by one of Hawk Moth's evil butterflies.

The only stroke of luck was that he had seen the object that held the akuma: her earrings.

Marinette reappeared from the smoke in a new form. Her hair was loose and looked like threads used for sewing; different colours throughout her head gave her a very colourful hair style. Her clothes were all patchy and full of stitches; they reminded Adrien of the characters in a Tim Burton movie. And in her hands were two giant sewing needles the size of swords.

Marinette went still as the purple moth frame appeared over her face and allowed Hawk Moth to communicate with her.

Adrien could not hear his voice, so instead he grabbed her shoulders and tried to reason with her. But it was to no avail as she could not hear him over Hawk Moth's voice.

"Yes, Hawk Moth. But first, I must mend my heart by breaking others. Specifically, Adrien Agreste's."

With that, the communicator disappeared and Marinette was ready for action.

In that moment, Marinette raised the needle in her right hand and swung it down with great force, in an effort to hit her target.

Adrien, thankfully, somersaulted out of the way in time with a yelp.

"Stop this, Marinette, this isn't you! This isn't what you would want!" Adrien called out, trying again to reason with her.

"Shut up! My name is Anti-Seamstress! I will be the one unravelling your heart this time!" she barked out angrily, before darting towards him again.

Adrien kept doing his best to dodge, but his civilian self just didn't have the speed and agility that he had in his superhero form. As a result, he knew he needed to get away in order to transform, but was having difficulty finding an opening.

"Marinette, please don't be upset! You're still amazing and any guy would be lucky to have you," he reassured, dancing out of the way of her left-handed attack this time. "I'm just too dumb and loyal to be that guy."

Anti-Seamstress looked hurt for a moment, rather than raging mad.

"Why?" she mumbled, as if to herself.

Adrien was stunned. She seemed to have gained control of herself just now. But the moment was fleeting.

"Why does everyone prefer Ladybug?" she spat, regaining her anger. "Why is she so much better?"

Lashing out again, her weapon missed Adrien's body by a mere thread.

He couldn't directly answer without hurting her or giving away his identity, so he tried comforting her again.

"Don't compare yourself to a superhero! You have so many wonderful qualities and people who love you!"

Her face went livid, as she paused mid-attack.

Straightening herself and walking ominously slow towards Adrien, he could feel goosebumps. It turned out that someone as sweet and helpful as Marinette could be very fierce and intimidating as a villain.

"Oh? You say that... yet you don't love me. You say that and yet I am Ladybug. So I can compare myself all I want and you can stop pretending you love me when you don't even love my real self," she spoke with an eerily calm and even voice. Yet, the venom and sharpness pierced into Adrien's heart even before the needle itself followed through and hit its mark.

Negative feelings impaled him along with the sharp blade. He felt happiness and joy being sapped out of him, while being replaced with every horrible emotion imaginable. Despair, loneliness, anxiety, rage, rejection, inadequacy, worthlessness; all of these and more overtook every fibre of his being.

And a voice filled his mind with hurtful words: Ladybug will never love you. Your father doesn't love you. Your friends deserve better than you. You're useless. Nobody wants you around. You don't deserve to live. The world would be better off without you.

Adrien broke as these types of thoughts trapped him. Tears freely flowed out of his eyes and his heart began to tear in two.

"Adrien," a soft voice whispered.

He bit his lip and put his face into his hands as sobs racked throughout his entire being.

"Adrien!" the voice spoke with more urgency. Suddenly, his shoulders began shaking, but not from his sobs.

Adrien gasped, as his eyes snapped open and he found himself in completely different surroundings with hands firmly gripping his shoulders.

It took him several moments to register where he was and who had been calling his name.

He finally recognized it as a bedroom.

His cheeks were suddenly gently cupped and his head was forced to the side to look at the woman who had been calling his name.

Marinette.

After a few more seconds, reality finally came flooding back.

Marinette, his wife, gazed deeply into his eyes. He then realized he was in their bedroom.

"Hey, sweetie-kitty, are you okay now?" she cooed, wiping the tears that were still leaking from his eyes.

Adrien swallowed the lump in his throat and nodded.

"Looks like you were having a pretty bad nightmare," she noted with a twinkle of sympathy and worry in her eyes. "Want to tell me about it?"

"Um..." Adrien shook his head and cleared his throat. "Maybe later. Right now, can we just cuddle?"

Marinette gave him a loving smile.

"Of course, anything you need, my love," she reassured, peppering a few kisses on his now dry face, and then snuggled into his arms and traced meaningless patterns onto his bare chest with a gentle finger.

They went silent and Adrien took comfort in the feeling of her warm body against his and her finger dancing along his torso, the only noise being their breathing.

After he felt grounded enough, he decided to tell her about his nightmare, just to get it off his chest.

"You were akumatized," he whispered.

Marinette shifted back to look up into his eyes. She searched them for a moment, probably trying to decide how to respond. After finding what it was she was looking for, an amused smile took over her lips.

"Oh dear. Did you forget to pick Emma and Louis up from school in your dream?" she asked with a giggle. She was joking, of course, trying to lighten the mood and lift his spirits.

Adrien chuckled, nuzzling into his wife's silky smooth locks.

"Nope. I rejected you for Ladybug," he sighed, the smile slipping away from his lips, sounding upset with himself.

"Well I don't blame you. Ladybug rocked that spandex outfit," she smirked and swept her fingernails lightly along his chest in attempt to tickle him. She was pleased with the laughter she had brought out.

"You still would, you know," Adrien admitted in a husky voice.

"Oh you!" Marinette swatted him in mock-scolding. "Then again, I'm sure you'd also still rock the leather skin-tight suit. You still have managed to avoid the dreaded dad-bod that people expect fathers to develop."

That earned some more hearty chuckles from her husband.

"Anyway, I'm sorry that I was a little crazy back then," Marinette pouted and gave him puppy eyes.

"You weren't!" Adrien immediately defended her. "I was just oblivious, blind, and in denial!"

Marinette laughed and slid her fingers into his hair.

"That was part of your charm, though. So innocent and blindly devoted to the first girl you fell for," she said with a wink.

He beamed at her. She was so sweet and he always wondered how he had been so lucky to end up with her. He rubbed circles on her back as he looked into her brilliant blue eyes that were crinkled into an equally brilliant smile.

She gave him a quick peck, before her expression morphed into something more serious.

"So, what exactly was it that made my sweet husband cry? Did I say something hurtful?"

Adrien bit his lip. It was kind of hard to voice what his deepest dark thoughts had been. She knew everything about him, though, including the insecurities he held back then. He just hadn't felt them in such a long time; it had hurt feeling them again as though they were fresh and still prominent in his heart.

Marinette remained silent. She didn't want to force him and she would let him speak on his own terms.

"You stabbed me with a magical needle and caused my heart to break from all the negative emotions and thoughts I had ever had. It was both physically and psychologically the most pain I had ever experienced and it all happened in a matter of seconds... it was just overwhelming," Adrien quietly explained. "And the thoughts were... very dark and suicidal. I wouldn't wish them upon anyone."

Marinette looked into her partner's sad eyes as he spilled his nightmare's secrets. Gently, she pulled herself up higher on the bed, then pulled his head into her chest to cradle him and protect him from the harsh world.

"I'm so sorry, Adrien. I'm sure it must have been awful. I wish I could have woken you sooner," she whispered comfortingly into his hair.

He wrapped his arms around her and indulged himself by burrowing his face into her soft chest, covered by the softest fabric he had ever felt. Trust a designer to wear the softest and highest quality fabrics to bed.

He smiled, then. His nightmare had been truly terrible, but it had made waking up so much better. It made him appreciate all over again how amazing his life was now.

"I love you, Marinette. Ladybug. Light of my life," he murmured and then pulled back to look at her gorgeous face.

Smiling sweetly, Marinette put her forehead to his.

"I love you, Adrien. Chat Noir. Apple of my eye," she murmured back.

Adrien pulled her in for a loving kiss and more; nightmares and akumatizations now the furthest things from their minds.

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puckyou-forpuckssake · 6 years ago

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North Star (5)—C. Parayko

I’m so excited about the love and response to the series. I never expected this when I first started this. Message me to request an imagine. Warning: pregnancy stress. Check out more of my imagines by searching my blog for my master list or with #hockeyimagine. There are other parts to this series. Find them by searching with #northstar on my blog.

You tapped your hand on your thigh anxiously waiting. Colton grabbed your wrist, causing you to look up at him. He smiled. “Why are you so nervous? You’ve been to these appointments before. I should be nervous. I’m going to be a dad.”

You smiled and leaned against him. “I’m nervous because you’re here. This whole time I haven’t felt like this is real,” You pointed to your protruding belly, “Even though the evidence is sticking straight out. Having you here makes me believe it is all going to be okay. I’ve been so scared these past few months. I just wanted us to be okay. I didn’t know how you would act. I should’ve known amnesia wouldn’t change you.”

Colton chuckled softly. “Amnesia doesn’t change a person or the personality. It makes it hard to develop memories or takes them away in my case,” Colton paused. “Well, I guess they could because maybe those memories were important in constructing certain beliefs and aspects of a person’s life. I can see why were worried now.

“But know,” Colton said, clasping your hands, “That I will always love you. Some things are always meant to be, like in that Netflix movie we watched, When We First Met.”

“Y/N?” the nurse called.

You took a deep breath before pulling Colton with you to the nurse. She smiled. “It’s good to see you, Y/N. I’m glad to see you brought someone with you. How have you been feeling?”

You smiled as you stepped on the scale. “Better,” you answered, glancing over at Colton. “I’m a lot better now. Mindy, this is my husband, Colton.”

Mindy the nurse shook Colton’s hand. “It is so nice to finally meet you. I’m glad your memory is back then. That stress Y/N was going through was not good for the baby. Dr. Cox was getting extremely worried.”

Colton frowned. “My memories aren’t back actually,” Colton informed her when they entered the room. “I’ve started to remember really small bits and pieces, but I don’t remember a lot of the past two years still. I’m here because I just found out I’m going to be a dad.”

“You didn’t tell him?” Mindy gasped as she took your blood pressure.

“There wasn’t a right time.”

Mindy rolled her eyes. “Everything is looking good. I’ll let Dr. Cox know you’re ready. Just do the usual. Colton, there are some papers you need to fill out regarding your medical history. If you have any blanks on the data, please do call someone. We’d like to have them done ASAP. I’ll grab them real quick.”

Mindy exited and returned in a flash with a clipboard and pen before leaving again. Silence encased the room as laid down on the exam table.

“I can feel your thoughts, Colton,” you said, breaking the silence. “Say whatever you have to say.”

“I’m sad that you couldn’t trust me enough with this. The amount of stress and pressure you were under could have done serious harm to the baby.”

“But I was worried about you!”

“I know, and that’s what I’m upset about...with myself. I made you feel alone and that you couldn’t trust me. I hurt you and in hand hurt our baby,” The distress was all over Colton’s face. “If anything had happened—“

“But nothing did!” You argued. “I was worried about you, and I had every right to be. That first month was critical for you.”

“And the first three for you.”

You sighed. “Can we please not do this now or here?”

Someone knocked at the door. Colton nodded in response to you. “Hello Y/N,” Dr. Cox said when she popped in. “How have you been feeling?”

“Good.”

“Morning sickness?”

“None.”

“How about your headaches? And the aches?”

“Better. Aches no more and headaches only once or twice or week.”

Dr. Cox nodded. She walked towards you and lifted your shirt up and looked up. Shock crossed her face for a second. “I hadn’t realized you had brought someone with you. You must be the husband, Colton. I’m Dr. Adaley Cox, your wife’s OBGYN. It’s a pleasure to finally meet you.”

“Likewise.”

“Your presence answers some questions I had,” she said as she spread gel across your abdomen. “I remember hearing about your accident. How have you been?”

“Better. I remember smaller details every day. Retrograde amnesia sadly doesn’t go away overnight. How’s Y/N and the baby?”

“Mom and baby have been doing fine. I was a little worried for a while with the amount of stress she was under so early on, but she and baby prevailed,” The unsettling eye contact between you and Colton caught Dr. Cox’s attention. “Do not blame each other or yourselves for what didn’t happen. Baby doesn’t like that.”

You chuckled causing Colton to smile. “Alright, let’s have a look at baby Parayko.”

You and Colton turned your attention to the monitor. The monitor went from being completely black to being filled with shades of grey. “Have you felt the baby move at all?”

You shrugged. “It’s possible. I’m not quite sure. I’ve felt some sort of feeling today. It kind of feels like gas.”

“You’re around 18 weeks now. You should start being able to feel the baby’s movement,” Dr. Cox smiled as she moved the probe around. “And there is sweet potato sized Parayko!”

You and Colton gasped at the sight of your baby. You could see the outline of its head, arms, and legs. You were at awe. You and Colton had created that.

“Baby looks to be doing well,” Dr. Cox said. “At this point the baby would like humanish. Ears have developed now so it can hear what you’re saying. Movement, hiccups, and yawning will be frequent, and from the looks of it, baby has the hiccups right now.”

“We made that,” Colton whispered. You looked over and saw him grinning with tears in his eyes. That sight confirmed for you that everything will be okay with him. Maybe he’ll never remember meeting you or proposing to you or meeting each other’s families for the first time, but it won’t stop the expansion of the universe called your relationship. You squeezed his hand and smiled.

The next thing you heard was thumping. You knew what that sound was. Your face matched Colton’s now. Dr. Cox smiled. “And that’s your baby’s heartbeat. Everything looks good for both mom and baby. Now for the important question. Since you are about halfway through your pregnancy, the baby should have the formation of genitalia. Would you like to know what you are having.”

You turned to Colton. “I don’t care. I want to be surprised but I also really want to know.”

“Is there any chance you can find out and put it in an envelope for us to open later?” You asked Dr. Cox.

She nodded. “I can do that as long as the baby is in position for a clear image. Would you like an ultrasound picture to take home though? Without the gender of course.”

Both you and Colton eagerly nodded. Dr. Cox printed of a few copies before moving the probe around. She smiled. “It looks like baby Parayko is coropporating. Let me go get an envelope. No peeking.”

“When do you want to look?” Colton asked. “Christmas is tomorrow. We could look then.”

You thought for a moment. “Or New Years? Start the year off with some really great news.”

Colton nodded. “Midnight of the new year it is.”

Dr. Cox returned with an envelope and printed the picture out. Closing the envelope, she handed it to Colton and gave you a towel to wipe your abdomen. “I put a note in there of the gender in case you can’t see with the picture.”

“Isn’t just looking to see if there is a little thingy between the legs?” Colton asked.

You gave him a strange look. “You mean a penis?”

Colton shushed you. “The baby has ears. I don’t want to use that kind of language around him or her.”

You laughed. “Colton, then we can never introduce or be around the team if you want to censor language.”

Dr. Cox chuckled. “It is as easy as that, Mr. Parayko, but you might not quite understand what you are looking at. I’ll see you in about two months, Y/N. Don’t hesitate to email me if you have any questions or schedule an appointment if you feel the need.”

You thanked her and walked to the front desk to reschedule. “Lunch now?” Colton asked when you two left. “Then we head to Vlad’s for Christmas with them and Pietrangelos.”

———

The holidays went well for you and Colton. Christmas Eve was fun with your friends. You and Colton spent Christmas Day snuggles together on the couch watching movies and eating pizza. Your family came down the next day. His was supposed to be there that day too but got delayed a day because of weather.

You all went to the Blues game the 29th. The team celebrated Colton even though he wasn’t on the ice playing but sitting in a box. St. Louis was just glad to see he was doing fine.

Neither of you had told people your plan to find out the baby’s gender. They had asked and you answered with, “We’ll see.”

The small New Year’s Eve bash between your family and the Paraykos was going strong when you faked tiredness around 10:30. No one questioned it. Colton promised to give you a midnight kiss though with a wink.

You laid in bed watching reruns of The Office when Colton quietly walked into the room. “It’s five til.”

You nodded and leaned over to open your nightstand drawer and grab the envelope. Colton wrapped his arms around you. You both sat quietly on the bed, staring at the envelope. “What do you want it to be?” He asked.

“Healthy. I don’t care if we have a girl or boy. I just want our baby to be okay. You?”

“Same,” Colton replied. “I’m nervous.”

“Me too,” you agreed. “It’s only been these last couple of weeks that it’s hit me that we are having a baby. In four or five months there is going to be a little human with us.”

You could start to hear them chanting downstairs. Colton kissed you. You almost dropped the envelope as you leaned into his touch. “Happy New Years!” They yelled down stairs.

Colton let you go. “Open it.”

You took a deep breath and pulled out the ultrasound. You smiled at the sight whereas Colton squinted. “She was right. That picture just looks smudged. Where’s that sticky note?”

You handed Colton the note that confirmed what you saw. You watched him grin and wipe a tear away. He looked back at the ultrasound and then kissed you again. His hand rested over yours on you belly. Your universe was expanding and you couldn’t wait for the Big Bang.

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theprodigypenguin · 6 years ago

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TCC Headcanons (part three)

Next part~ I want to dabble more in the other Potter-Weasley kids, so if/when I do a fourth part, I’m going to add some of them. I did a bit of them here, I’m really loving Fred, or the version of Fred that’s stuck in my head, but yea. I’m having fun making these, they’re pretty relaxing.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

While attending school, Scorpius had a tendency to talk to the ghosts at Hogwarts; pretty much all of them.

He even became decent friends with Myrtle and would talk to her about bullies and how to deal with them.

He's an angel honestly and even Helena Ravenclaw loves him.

When he got on the train to Hogwarts for his fifth year he gave the Trolley Witch a homemade friendship bracelet to apologize for jumping out of the train the year before.

For the next three years on the train he would talk to her and hold conversations with her whenever she stopped at his and Albus' compartment.

He learned her name and asked her to tell at least one fun story when she was with them (he especially enjoyed the stories about school-age Dumbledore, Newt Scamander sneaking animals onto the train, and the Mauraders, just everything about them).

At one point he bought candy off the trolley and gave her a piece to enjoy because she sells them all the time but she should also be able to enjoy them once in a while.

She didn't eat it of course (idk does she even eat) but she keeps it in her pocket at all times and never takes her bracelet off.

Whenever Scorpius started regularly visiting the Potter's after their fourth year he would always end up washing dishes and doing random chores simply because he's just that sweet and nice.

And Albus would end up roped into the work because Scorpius is showing him up around his parents that's not cool.

Ginny: Al can you take the trash out please?

Albus: In a minute mum.

Ginny: I bet Scorpius would take it out when I asked.

Albus: Gimme the fuckin trash bag.

Scorpius and Albus commandeered the sofa under the window in the Slytherin common room during their second year.

By then no one wanted to sit with them anyway so no one ever took their couch and didn't go near it.

Even passing dumb rumors like "if you sit there you'll be cursed as Voldemort's trump card forever" or "that sofa saps all your magic, if you sit there you'll turn into a squib like Potter".

The window looks out into the Black Lake, and Scorpius has taken to trying to communicate with the merpeople who occasionally swim up to the enchanted glass.

Mainly he communicates in pictures, drawing the merpeople and holding his sketches up to the window so the merfolk can enjoy them.

He's not as good an artist as Albus of course but he tries.

And on occasion the merpeople will leave little gifts for Scorpius sitting on the window sill just outside in the water.

Of course Scorpius can't reach them, but it makes him happy to see the little collection of rocks and snails sitting there.

During their first year, Scorpius started getting pushed into closets and locked in.

A group of older Gryffindor's (friends of James), would steal his wand and lock him in for hours until someone found him (usually Filch or Neville).

He never mentions the names of the students so they never get in trouble.

And teaches himself a bit of wandless magic so by fifth year he can open the closet door without his wand.

James is the oldest but acts like quite a goofball the majority of the time.

He has a lot of trouble telling people "no" because he likes being helpful.

He wears his heart on his sleeve and bursts with positive energy, which draws people to him.

Has a bit of trouble taking things seriously.

He has excellent grades, and becomes Captain of the Quidditch team during his fifth year at Hogwarts.

Laughing is his favorite thing to do, and can usually be heard above the roar of voices in the Great Hall during meals.

He especially enjoys making other people laugh.

Everyone who meets him likes him, even the people who don't like him seem to respect him enough to tolerate him.

He's friends with pretty much everyone, which is stressful at times because sometimes he just doesn't know who he can talk to.

Having a lot of friends is nice, but it sort of blinds him from knowing who can keep a secret and who can't, so there are very few at the school who actually KNOW the real James Potter.

Teddy is one of the only people who knows him for him, and accepts him for it, and encourages him to be exactly who he is.

One of his closest friends is his cousin and dorm-mate Fred (jr).

Goofball he may be, if James is angered, he is absolutely terrifying.

Almost scarier than his mum when she's mad (and that's fucking petrifying).

He teases his siblings and cousins to death, but honestly loves Lily and Albus more than ANYTHING in the world, and would die for them without any hesitation.

He's a Hugger™ and tends to cling to the people he embraces (basically incapable of giving a normal hug, but most people don't care).

Lily returns all of his very frequent embraces, and clings to him as much as he clings to her (they do that cute penguin walk where they sway back and forth and shuffle because they don't want to let go).

Albus, on the other hand, tries desperately to escape whenever James hugs him, so usually he ends up hugged from behind and drags James along down the hall or room trying to get away.

It never, ever works, there is no escape, so he ends up just standing or sitting with a murderous expression on his face while James snuggles him.

His hugs with Fred consist of him throwing himself into Fred's arms so he's being carried bridal style (or Fred jumps into James' arms, one of them usually ends up being carried for some reason).

Hugs with Teddy are similar to hugs with Lily, but almost more tender. He likes keeping his arms around Teddy's neck and standing on Teddy's shoes to make himself tall enough to reach his shoulders.

James and Albus used to be very close, before Albus was sorted into Slytherin, when they were younger.

They'd all fall asleep curled on the couch together.

James would give Albus piggyback rides if he ever so much as stubbed his toe.

After a nightmare Albus would toddle into James' room and cuddle with him.

He loved to cook with them, despite how terrible Albus was at it, and ate every burnt cookie they offered him.

Lily adores him honestly, and secretly, Albus does as well, because James is an amazing brother.

At one point in time, the Gryffindor Quidditch team was absolutely dominated by the Potter-Weasley clan.

James - Captain and Chaser

Rose - Chaser

Louis - Chaser

Roxanne - Beater

Fred - Beater

Hugo - Keeper

Lily - Seeker

They were one of the best teams to come from Gryffindor and didn't lose a single game.

Teddy LOVES singing.

I honestly imagine he sounds something like Nick Jonas.

He can also play any instrument that's put in front of him.

He likes covering modern muggle bands (Imagine Dragons, American Authors, Panic! At the Disco, Nick Jonas, Adam Lambert, Louis Tomlinson, The Script, One Republic, etc) but also makes his own music and enjoys older bands like ACDC, Bon Jovi, etc.

Scorpius gets along with Mrs Norris and even does his best to start up conversations with Filch.

At one point Albus, somewhat desperate, confides in Filch about people calling him a Squib and asks for advice (cuz who else would even understand).

Filch gives crappy advice though.

Teddy's "Moon Sickness" consists of mainly migraines.

They start off small but grow worse with age.

They can be so bad he vomits, gets nose bleeds, or blacks out entirely, and can remain unconscious for days at a time.

We only have three confirmed godparents but here is my complete personal take:

James - Ron and Hermione

Albus - Neville and McGonagall (that's what I fucking said 👌)

Lily - Hagrid and Luna (fucking fight me about this one I fucking dare you)

Scorpius doesn't have godparents, but Albus said they could share Neville.

Harry is Teddy's only official godparent, but he calls Ginny his God-Mum because it makes her smile.

Harry and Ginny are also Rose's godparents.

George and Angelina are Hugo's.

Percy is Fred's (junior) godfather (George felt it was absolutely necessary).

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jawllines · 7 years ago

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FOR THE BLURB I think vampy should be a combination of grumpy and needy. like he’s getting frustrated about not having his way but also following y/n around like a dog on a leash, crossing his arms and furrowing his eyebrows but then watching her every move and trying to touch her subtly. And he’s also angry because his pants are way too tight suddenly and he cant seem to unwind.

oKAY DuE TO VERY POPULAR DEMAND THIS IS THE VAMP!HARRY PERIOD BLURB, MEANING Y/N IS ON HER PERIOD AND HARRY OES DOWN ON HER.

THIS IS A V NICHE TOPIC, UNDERSTANDABLY, SO IF YOU AREN’T INTO THAT THEN THIS IN’T THE BEST ONE FOR YOU (ALTHOUGH I WILL SAY I DON’T GO INTO TOO MUCH DETAIL ABOUT HER BLEEDING DURING OR ANY OF THAT, JUST THAT HARRY’S ENJOYING HIMSELF)

READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION

For as grumpy as Harry always is, Y/N has never seen him grumpier than now.

It was pleasantly endearing; the furrow in his brow deep, sat on the opposite end of the couch because, “It is harder to keep my hands off of you, when you’re like this.” The pouty lug grumbled, shifting tirelessly, doing his damndest not to sniff the air so closely.

Being alive for hundreds of years and not being able to indulge in something, is quite trying on a vampire, Y/N found. Especially when that something is attached to the person they’ve bonded with – the denial of a “treat” so to speak, was just absolutely terrible. It threw him into the lowest of pouts, grumbles, and heavy sighs, that made her giggle from the opposite end of the couch or wherever they’d be. He would try to avoid contact all that he could at this time, as to not drive himself mad, but he still wanted to be around. Wouldn’t leave to spare himself the trouble of smelling her, but would instead just attempt to keep his distance at the very least.

Because Y/N was on her period, and that was just…well, that was just something Harry hadn’t quite experienced before, in a partner. Sure, he’s smelt it on women before, but he had never particularly cared. Had never particularly cared for humans in general, really, before having his very own, to cuddle and squeeze, and smell. Never cared for their bodies or knowing the inner-workings of them. Never cared to do much research other than what points of their body was easiest to draw the most blood from when he’s feeding.

However, his little human had very suddenly smelled different to him one day, and he had panicked as he’d been at the door – barging in, dropping all that was in his arms as he ran to her. He found her in the kitchen, sat on a chair, hunched over a notebook while something was in the oven. Immediately did he run for her, checking her all over to see the source of the blood that was on her somewhere, “Are you alright? Where are you wounded? I will fix it – tell me, so I may fix it.” He had pleaded, tilting her chin from left to right, squishing at her arms, legs, tummy, and all, his furrowed brow deepening as he was unable to find the source.

And Y/N, as sheepish and bashful as she’s ever been, had to explain why she smelled like blood.

That’s the first time Harry had proposed it, crouching down to his knees, big hands spread on her thighs and pushing them open for him to fit in between, “I will clean you.” He offered casually, but Y/N snapped her legs shut with her eyes going wide.

“Aish, Harry, s’not for that!”

He had pouted, thumbs digging into the skin, “If not for a treat, then why the bloody hell is it in such a place?”

“Google it!” She had grumbled, giving him a playful tap to the forehead before tilting back to her work, “Take the cake from the oven, would you? I’m nearly finished with my notes.”

Y/N hadn’t been sure if he’d actually googled it or not, but through the rest of the night he’d been a pouty, grumpy mess. It was funny to her, seeing him stalk around. He was listening, albeit he hated taking orders, Y/N was the only one he would take them from.

Though he tried to be sneaky at first. Would be the sweetest he could be, doting over her as always but this time without a grump all day, and would be at her every beck and call. He thought that maybe if he was really good and nice he’d allow her to lick into her just this once, because he wanted it bad…so badly, he could truly cry…but each time his smart little human caught onto his deceitful thinking, swat at his bum, and tell him that he wasn’t getting to.

So, he keeps his hands to himself.

However, something was just irking his nerves today. Whether it be Y/N was in a pair of shorts that made Harry dizzy, or the fact she’d forgone a bra for the time being, and he couldn’t help but stare at her breasts without nearly drooling. Or maybe even how she just keeps…just keeps bending over in front of him…even unintentionally…it’s driving him fucking mad. Up the fucking wall mad, and there was nothing he could do about it, besides deal with how tight his trousers have been all day and hope that his stiffy might ease up even a little bit. He wanted so badly to split her thighs open and take his treat, but she was not one to budge on the matter. No matter how many times Harry brings up a scene he’d watched once on Hemlock Grove, with a man she was always keen towards licking into a girl in the bathroom while she was on hers.

This lead them tonight, with Harry in a huff on the other end of the couch and Y/N amused on her side. Yet she couldn’t fully enjoy it, as for the cramps riddling her abdomen. They were bad the first few days always, and she could feel the sharp, pinching, pulsating pain that has her crouched into herself. And she attempts to make him unaware that she’s in any pain at all, as he becomes just the most obnoxiously cute, doting boyfriend who frets over her when all she wants is a cuddle.

Though, she ought to have known Harry would be able to sense it, because as she’s tilted in a position comfortable for her, faced away from him, she feels a shuffling to her right. Then a warm body slipping up against her own, his arms sliding in between hers, palm sitting comfortingly at her lower belly and his nose dipping into her neck. “Harry –” she starts, trying to face him, but he shakes his head and holds tight.

“My little human is in pain,” he murmurs, “I will help.”

With a heavy sigh, Y/N leans back and lets him cradle her to his body, eyes lulling shut when he begins to purr lowly. Though it’s the most inhuman of the things he does, it is one of her favorites – the comforting rumble easing through her muscles, loosening where she feels tight. And while it works on her sore shoulders, it is doing very little to soothe the throb in her lower belly. One so intense that she’s curling into herself once again, taking Harry’s body with her.

Harry lifts his head from where he’d stuffed it into her throat, but he doesn’t part from her; keeping his forehead resting on the side of her head so his mouth was right at her ear. “Sweetheart,” his lips skim against her cartilage, “Let me help further.”

“How?” Y/N winces, pressing his palms closer to where she hurts. They weren’t sating the pain entirely, but it was just enough to keep it partially bearable, “I already took medicine and drank the tea you made.”

That’s another thing, about her precious, grumpy boyfriend. No matter how he would avoid contact he still made sure she was alright – gave her chamomile tea to help her rest, slaved over a stove to cook her dinner, and ushered two paracetamols into her mouth to ease her pain. Hell, even with his own self-proclaimed “no touching” rule, she knows that as soon as he believes she’s asleep, he will snuggle his way beneath her covers and cuddle her to his chest. It’s things like that that make her want to know more of his vampiric nature; where he came from to how others of his kind (besides Louis, who’d she met in passing) acted. In stories and movies, they were never of the same stature – not even the sparkled dream boy Edward from Twilight, could touch on the tender care unyieldingly placed on her by Harry.

“I’ve read online,” (he did google it) he begins, still speaking into her ear, “That orgasms help to ease the tension.” Y/N shudders at his voice, acutely aware of one of his hands slipping from where it held her lower belly, to skimming down the skin of her leg, tucking into the inside of her thigh and digging his fingertips in, “Let me quell the ache, Little human. You will feel much better once I’ve finished.” He hums, nipping at her lobe with careful intent.

Whining, Y/N leans her head back against the round of his shoulder, “It’s not like –” she rumples her lips, squinting her eyes closed, “—I don’t think you’d like it Harry.” She all but whines, and Harry hums low, about to refute her, she knows, but she continues, “S’like…think you jus’ like the thought and –”

“Moppet, I enjoy everything about you in more ways than you will ever be able to comprehend or imagine,” he cuts her off, squeezing her thigh tightly, “I will not continue if you do not wish me to, but do not worry about me. I’m aware of what I’m getting into and it’s mouthwatering to me, n’ my kind, I have found.” His other hand slips from her belly, skating up to cup at the swell of her breast with the apex of his thumb and forefinger, “Also need I remind you of that scene – with the one man you are all too fond over – in which he –”

“Oh goodness Harry, don’t start with that,” she complains but still giggles at the tone his voice had shifted to upon talking about a petty TV crush that makes him grouse and grumble on any other day (“he’s not even…he’s not even that cool, or whatever, why d’ya like him so much? I’m right here n’ much better), “I mean…I don’t mind if you do, I just worry that you won’t enjoy it.”

This was the green light that Harry had been waiting for, as he maneuvers himself so that he can tuck his head underneath her arm, shifting down to his knees but still leaning in so that his face was level with her chest. In a diligent manner, he peels her shirt up to expose her breasts to him, his eyes lighting up with glee when he is met with them bare. “I can assure you, little human,” he murmurs, “I will enjoy this far too much.”

He cups them in his hands and Y/N winces just a bit; they’re always quite sore the first few days as well, which was bothersome. It’s part of the reason she wasn’t wearing a bra today, because the fabric was irritating them. Noticing her discomfort, his hold on them relaxes, as he leans forward and takes a tender nipple into his mouth. She gasps when he begins to suck softly, the gentle tugging making her body jolt. A smile begins worming onto his lips as he pops off to go to the other, while keeping the previous nipple he’d had in his mouth occupied with two fingers pinching and pulling at the sensitive bud.

Y/N’s toes curl, because she’s sore and sensitive but it feels good – really good – and it makes her tremble; thighs quivering as he presses himself in between them so he can access her tits with better ease. He parts with a kiss to the very tip of the bud, before moving just above her areola and sucking a greedy mark into the skin. A pitiful whimper gusts from Y/N’s mouth when she feels the small prick of his pointed teeth, having elongated from the excitement.

He begins to make his descent, but Y/N stops him as his fingers curl into the waistband of her shorts, “Not here,” she tells him, feeling her cheeks heat up intensely as she finishes, “I – um – I don’t want to make a mess.”

Sucking his bottom lip into his mouth, he nibbles at it carefully as he thinks of his next move. When he snaps his fingers, pats her thigh, and says, “One moment, Sweetheart.” Y/N hadn’t imagined that in the next few moments she’d be sat with her shorts and panties off, atop of an appropriately placed red towel on her bed.

Alas, there she was, a ball of nerves and arousal and cramps – all in a muddled battle trying to decipher who would be at the forefront of her mind. Though, like all things, Harry notices immediately when she’s feeling something, and he strokes over her thighs with his knuckles, “Don’t worry, little human, I’ll take care of you,” he promises, “If you wish to stop at any time, you tell me, and I will part from you immediately.”

She nods, chewing at the inside of her cheek and letting her legs part further for him. Harry smiles, and crawls down the bed all while facing her, pretty green eyes shining even in the dark of the room. He delves in with no further preamble, like he’s just ecstatic to be doing it and excited to show Y/N how nice it will still feel.

And, if she’s honest with herself it does feel remarkable – maybe it’s because she’s aware of how into it he is. How his tongue hasn’t stopped running broad stripes up and down her entirety, moans vibrating through her core while his fingers dig dents into her thighs. The intense feeling of his wet mouth against her tripling as everything is much more sensitive, and swollen, so that she can’t help but mewl and shudder.

Harry leaves no room for a paper to get in between them, mouthing at her with such fervor that she knows she won’t last very long. Especially when everything begins feeling so…so good, and she forgets why she’d been nervous in the first place, and when Harry slips his hand into hers so she’s squeezing that instead of the sheets. The fire in her lower belly has tightened and twisted it’s flames into her veins, roaming through her body, making her sweat. Toes curling in the blankets and in the air, because Harry hikes up her leg to get even closer, letting it rest on his shoulder.

He takes her clit into his mouth, pinching it with his lip and Y/N cries out louder than she had intended too. It makes him chuckle, flickering his tongue over it a few times before rumbling low against her, “S’ so swollen pet,” he looks up to her, carnal desire nearly feral in the way it’s raptured through his being – he’s enjoying himself…finally getting the treat he’d been requesting, and waited so patiently for, “You taste so sweet,” he utters, leaning back in, “All of you is so sweet. My favorite treat, you are.”

When Y/N cums, it crawls up her body slowly, before crashing over her like a flood that had billowed past its point. It’s when he began purring against her body, that it claws through her and she moans, back beginning to arch but Harry holds her hips down and continues to lick her through it greedily. Humming content little notes against her wet heat, as she comes down, twitchy and sensitive, shoving his head away, “Okayokayokay,” she rushes, blinking her eyes open though she hadn’t realized she’d shut them, to see Harry smiling wide, “Gimme – gimme a minute, shit,” she laughs breathlessly as Harry begins to lift himself to his knees.

Harry would’ve stayed down there for hours, she knows, if she would allow it. He’d thoroughly relished in it, so much so that she doesn’t think he noticed how hard he was in his pants until he followed her gaze. She couldn’t help but stare though – he’d filled out, pressing against the zip of his jeans, so full he’d threatened to break it she thinks.

They both look down at his cock for a while, before Harry looks up to her, “Do you feel better?” He asks her, and she nods quickly, eyes wide, “Good.” He reaches for the button of his jeans, “But I think we should probably ensure that they stay gone for a while, yeah?”

Y/N can’t help the smile that quirks at her mouth.

Sneaky bastard.

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Harry Styles - “How to Love” - Chapter Sixteen

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The choices Lana had made in life are what brought her to live the life she lives today. It wasn't a bad life, in fact it was quite enjoyable and she was successful. A year ago this was not the life she had pictured herself living though. A year ago she was single, focused on nothing but work but now she was in a happy and committed relationship with the last man she ever imagined she would be with again, let alone him falling for her all the same.

After she joined Harry and the guys on tour, finding that it was easy enough to do her job from her laptop as she traveled, that became strictly how she did her job. She video called in for meetings when needed but otherwise everything could be done through emails and it allowed her to explore a whole new side to life.

Once the two week US leg of tour ended, the couple, and Niall, enjoyed a week off at home before the band jetted off for a large European excursion, playing large city after large city and Lana was beside them the entire time.

As the weeks passed and her and Harry grew closer and closer she was getting to live the exact life she had always dreamt about all those years ago when her and Harry had first began seeing each other secretly. Of course, the couple had their ups and downs, still having a few arguments here and there but one would leave the room to cool off and soon they would be okay again after talking it out like they should.

"Never would have guessed this would be happening, honestly," Niall confessed to Lana one day as the two of them had ventured off to find a park for Jane to run around in. The small dog was enjoying tour life, it seemed. She was always getting plenty of pets and attention, people would sneak her pieces of their dinner when Lana or Niall weren't looking and she got to run around the parking lot of the stadiums they were playing in, having the time of her life. She was a dog meant to be on tour, it would seem.

"That what would be happening?" Lana questions, holding firm to Jane's leash as the small dog spotted a bird that she wanted to get after.

"That you and Harry would be together, dating, in love," Niall clarifies, giving a shrug of his shoulders as he stuffs his hands in his jacket pockets. "Not complaining, o'course," He adds quickly. "Jus' still tryin' to ge' used to it, is all."

"We've been together for months now and you still aren't used to it?" Lana questions with a laugh, playfully shoving Niall's shoulder.

"Do you see yourself with him forever? Like he's the one for ya, marry him and all tha'?" Niall wonders after the two find a nice spot of grass to plop themselves down on to and relax. Jane rolls around in the grass for a bit before she curls up, letting the warm sun heat her stomach, deciding this was the perfect place for a nap.

"Where is this coming from, Niall?" Lana was caught off guard by the question. Marry Harry? She had honestly never thought about it. "Spend forever with him, sure, but we are no where close to getting married or even just engaged. We haven't talked about that at all." The idea of marriage all of a sudden spooked Lana. It wasn't that she didn't want to marry Harry, of course she did but one day in the future far down the road, not just months after finally figuring everything out and repairing their relationship.

"Just curious, sorry I asked." Lana looks over at Niall, studying his features as he looks anywhere but at her. She had the sneaking suspicion that perhaps Harry had something to do with the sudden idea of marriage between the two.

"Did Harry say something? Is he going to propose?" Lana knew that if he had Niall wouldn't tell her. He wouldn't ruin it for Harry like that but she still felt the need to ask anyway.

"Lana, I was jus' curious, wanted to know where ya both were with the relationship, is all." Niall defends, finally meeting Lana's eye. He gives her a smile, shoving her gently with his elbow. "Stop freakin' yourself ou' thinkin' he's gonna propose now, he's not." Niall's words made Lana definitely feel better so she broke into a smile and leaned back, staring up at the clouds.

It was later, Lana had joined Harry back at the hotel they were staying at down the street from the venue the band was playing at tomorrow night. The couple was sharing a room with Liam but he and Louis had ventured out for drinks so the two were currently alone.

"So Niall and I had an interesting conversation today," Lana called as she perches herself on the edge of the bed, undoing the laces of her boots before sliding them off. Harry was in the bathroom, washing his face and getting ready for bed.

"Oh?" He calls back through the open door. "Wha' abou'?"

"You and I," Lana tugs her shirt over her head, reaching for one of Harry's t-shirts that she had taken to sleeping in at night "and us getting married." Harry was silent for a few seconds before he shuts the water off and steps out of the bathroom. Lana watches him from her spot still sat on the edge of the bed, also silent.

"Why.. wha' did you say?" He wondered, crossing his arms over his chest. Lana could tell that he was anxious and now her previous thoughts that Niall was put up to asking about marriage came back to mind.

"Well I told him that's not happening any time soon, of course," Lana responds with a small laugh and a shrug of her shoulders, watching Harry's face closely as he takes in her words. He actually purses his lips and gives a nod before he turns and heads back into the bathroom. "Harry?" But he was shutting the door and didn't answer. "Harry!" Lana stands from the bed and heads over, trying for the door handle but finds it firmly locked. "What is wrong? Open the door!" She could hear him shuffling about but he doesn't answer. "Will you open the door and talk to me about this instead of shutting me out! Why are you so mad that I don't think we're close to getting married?!" At that the door swung open and Lana was face to face with a very angry Harry.

"Why am I mad?!" He questions, his eyes wide as if she had grown a second head. Harry didn't get it, he thought they had been somewhat on the same page. Was he about to drop down on one knee tomorrow had she felt the same way? No, but when he confided in Niall about his thoughts of marrying his beautiful girlfriend, he just wanted to know where she stood as well. Never did he think she would pretty much laugh at the idea of the two of them married. "You don' wanna marry me!"

"I never said that, Harry!" Lana was trying to keep her voice down. First, she didn't want Niall to hear who was in the room beside theirs, having called it an early night, nor did they need anyone else on the floor hearing them and reporting that Harry Styles was getting into a fight with his girlfriend - no one needed the drama that came along with those sorts of rumors. "I just don't think it's time to be thinking about that. We've not even been back together for a year yet."

"So wha'! Wha' does it really matter how long we've been back together? Tha's jus' a number, really, wha' should matter when deciding is if we love each other or not, and I don' know about you, love, but I know I wan' to spend forever with you. I don' need to be with you for some allotted amount of time to know you're gonna be it for me." Lana's heart raced at Harry's words but she still felt angry at his attack, as well as scared.

She hadn't thought about this. She didn't realize that it was even on his mind. Sure, forever with Harry was of course what she wanted but marriage? That was such a big step, a step she hadn't even considered. She was just happy and content roaming the globe with him and their best friends, having new and fun experiences everyday. The whole point of her basically turning her job into a strictly through email thing was to start living in the moment, to go with the flow, to no longer worry about the future or what was going on apart from having a good time with those she loved. Yet here she was, all of a sudden being slammed in the face with her future and she wasn't ready for it.

"Where are you going?" Lana was broken from her thoughts as Harry moves past her and reaches for a sweatshirt, pulling it on. "You aren't leaving, are you?" She steps up to him as he slides his feet into a pair of sneakers and gives a sigh.

"I jus'.." He runs a large hand through his long curls, pushing them from his face. He scrunches up his nose for a bit before shaking his head. "I jus' need some time to think and calm down. I'll see you in the morning,"

"But... Harry!" But he didn't stop, he simply stuffed a hand in the pocket of his sweatshirt, yanked open the hotel room door with the other and left without looking back. Lana gives a gasp, it quickly turning in to a sob as her eyes fill with tears, her vision swimming before her. She was at such a loss. What had just happened? Everything happened so fast, Harry had been so mad and then was just suddenly gone.

She hadn't realized she had curled up on the bed, tears streaming down her face and had completely blocked everything out until she felt little puppy kisses all along her arm and a presence behind her on the bed. She turns as Niall snuggles himself up behind her, pulling the blankets over them both. Jane curled up against Lana's stomach and Niall sighs into Lana's hair.

"Harry is in my room for the night." He explains. Lana says nothing,just buries her face in her pillow, letting it soak up her tears. "We don' have to talk, jus' ge' some sleep, love," Again, Lana stays silent but she knew Niall would understand.

They had been through things like this before. The two had helped the other through a number of heartbreaks or even just sad days in general from whatever life threw at them. Some days you just needed a comforting presence for support to not feel alone. "Goodnight, Lana," Niall whispers as he leans over to flip off the light, snuggling back up into Lana's back. "It's all gonna be alrigh', I promise," Lana just wasn't sure she believed that.

Chapter Seventeen

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UC 48.2 - Emmanuel, Cambridge vs Glasgow

Scottish Institutions have traditionally struggled on the Challenge, and Glasgow are no different. Tonight marks only their eighth appearance on the show in the twenty four years of the Paxman Era and they’ve never made it past the second round in that time. Emmanuel are making just their sixth, but they won in 2010 under the captaincy of the legendary Alex Guttenplan who, according to a Telegraph article from April, is still at Uni, eight years later. Imagine how good he’d be now.

Last years Emmanuel side were narrowly defeated at the quarter final stages by Cambridge rivals Fitzwilliam and the year before that saw Bobby Seagull ousted by his best mate Eric Monkman in what was my most viewed post ever. Bobby has since leveraged his fifteen minutes of fame into a few more minutes, with the title of ‘BBC Maths Guru’ and a quiz book under his belt. Stephen Fry said of the book, “Monkman & Seagull show that a lot of knowledge is a wonderful thing and they do it with style, charm and endearing gusto“, while Louis Theroux describes the two of them as being to quizzing what Watson and Crick are to DNA (although I don’t think that they can be credited as discovering the activity).

He also has a new book coming out in October called ‘The Life-Changing Magic of Maths (https://amzn.to/2AdswcN), which appears to be part-biography part-ode to the majesty of numbers. (While you’re on Amazon pre-ordering his book you could also check out my round-up of his series of the Challenge, which is available here and a lot cheaper: http://amzn.eu/jdNt724)

If any of tonight’s eight contestants can get close to even one book deal following their quizzing exploits they can count that as a success, but first they’ll probably have to make it through the first round, and a few more matches besides.

Someone for whom this first round match is not the first taste of the limelight is Glasgow’s Lewis Barn. A well-trodden path for quizzers in recent years has been from UC to OC, with contestants graduating to Only Connect just as they graduate in real life. Last years Edinburgh captain Innis Carson is another who walked this route backwards, but Barn’s OC teammates Jack Bennett and Oscar Powell will be familiar faces for fans of the Challenge.

And as the youngest member of Scotland’s Quiz Team, perhaps Barn can help change the fortunes of his University, who didn’t even manage to make it to a final in the Scottish Uni Challenge golden years of 1978-84, when St Andrews and Dundee claimed the only two victories for institutions north of the border.

A law post-grad himself, he is joined by an astrophysicist, a medic and a statistician/sociologist, so they should have quite a few bases covered.

First blood goes to Glasgow, with Hampson taking the ten points after a long, labouring list of clues. Barn instantly decides he’s had enough of sitting on the wing and strains his body to get as close to his captain as possible. I worry that his rather bony shoulders will take out one of Whiteford’s eyes, but he never makes contact.

Harris, who looks a bit like Luka Modric except less witch-like, sweeps up a fairly standard biology question to get Emmanuel off the mark. Lewis ‘The Leaner’ Barn then comes in with one of the most rapid buzzes since Hapax Legomenon to reopen Glasgow’s lead. “Born in London in 1899, which filmmaker -”, “Alfred Hitchcock”. He snuggles in next to his teammates for a bonus set on Nobel Prize winning chemists, which they take two of.

MacDonald assuredly wins the first picture starter, and the Cambridge side don’t mess about on the bonuses, scoring the game’s first hat-trick to bring us back level. Emmanuel then take the lead for the first time with MacDonald’s second Ten in a row, but they struggle more with a bonus set on a Hindu Goddess.

Sometimes on The Challenge they have maths questions that are genuinely nigh-on impossible, but sometimes they have maths questions that just sound nigh-on impossible until you stop and think about them a second. The next starter falls into this second category.

Paxman describes magic squares, grids of numbers in which all of the sides add up to the same total, and asks what number would be at the centre of a 3x3 grid starting with two, and going round the outside in the clockwise direction. It sounds difficult, but when he lists all of the numbers but five, it only makes sense for that to be the answer. Of course, its not that easy to think so objectively under pressure, but Barn is up to the challenge, and brings the Glaswegians back to parity.

Emmanuel captain Cugini gets her first points of the evening with the next starter, and sinks back into her chair with such obvious delight after excitedly giving her answer of ‘discus throwing’. They then try the classic tactic of guessing Tracy Emin for a question about a female artist who sounds a bit bizarre, which succeeds, and delights Cugini once again.

I like to complain about the classical music when its on, because I think they could do interesting things with modern music rounds, so I always enjoy it when they blast a bit of pop. That being said, I don’t think many people would have found it difficult to identify Blondie, Blur, and Beck’s most well known song. Glasgow certainly had no trouble.

A question on miserable philosophers followed another MacDonald starter for Emmanuel. Cugini didn’t know, but suggested Hegel, as he was pretty miserable. Nair asserts that Schopenhauer was also very miserable, and she makes an excellent captain’s choice, going with him, and getting the five points.

The consistent trading of starter questions meant that there was rarely more than five points between the sides after an even number of them, and indeed Nair thoughtfully negs a question on mountains to bring the scores to 120-all after about fifteen minutes of relentless quizzing.

Glasgow decide that they’ve had enough of this ‘lets-cross-the-line-at-the-same-time-so-we-both-win’ malarkey and rattle off several consecutively to stretch out into the biggest lead of the contest. A lead that was partially courtesy of the easiest picture starter The Challenge has ever seen - identifying Alan Partridge from a picture of Alan Partridge literally making an ‘AHAAA!!’ face.

It was there that the match was won and lost. Had Emmanuel been quicker on the buzz for that one simple question it would have flipped the scoreline, but it was Hampson who got there first, and consequently the Scots who held a twenty five point lead at the gong.

Final Score: Emmanuel, Cam 175 - 200 Glasgow

A truly incredible match, with some stonking buzzes and more lead changes than the Le Mans 24 hours. Glasgow look like a team to beat, and Emmanuel will surely make the repechage with such a high-losing score. Only once in the past 24 years would it not have been sufficient, and that was before the turn of the century when Paxman read a lot quicker and the game had higher scores in general. So I look forward to seeing (hopefully) both teams again.

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“He’s very pretty.” Grace whispered into my ear. I stared at Harry across the table, unable to disagree, because how attractive Harry was, was very apparent. I had once denied it, but Harry really was attractive in every sense of the word.

I had pulled Grace off and told her about me and Harry a little earlier on in the evening, because she was a third-party member and she could definitely keep her mouth shut. I had asked her not to say anything to anyone, and I knew she wouldn’t. “I know.” I mumbled into my glass, before downing my drink. “I say you just bang him.” She shrugged. “Noooooo!” “Why not? What’s the worst that could happen?” “Harry and Tally don’t even talk! I’m being serious. They can’t even be in the same room. I’m living with him next year! I really don’t want to fuck this up. I like being his friend.” It felt stupid even saying that. Because, in a lot of ways, I was desperate to have sex with Harry. It was taking all my strength not to drag him off into my room and just forget everything and have him. Keeping composure was difficult. “What difference would it even make at this point? Seriously?” She lowered her voice even more. “He’s already made you cum twice, you might as well return the favour!” Her saying that made me feel like it was a little bit stupid. We were doing good, even after everything, we were still friends and we still spoke. But even I was aware the flirting needed to stop. God, fuck, if any other boy had walked in on me in the shower I would have gone absolutely insane. “Harry probably sees this the same way I do.” I spoke back. “We’re really similar, and I think we both agree that sex would be crossing a completely new line, one that isn’t easy to uncross.” “I guess so.” “And I just keep thinking about how if we can stop sleeping together, we can stop this flirting mess, too! We can. I just... I am finding it harder than I anticipated.” “Hm. It’s almost like... to move past it... you need to get something out of your system...” “Yeah, it is- NO! No, Grace. I’m not sleeping with him. That’s too much. No. It’s too much. I’m not ruining my friendship with him.” “Okay. I’m not really sure why, but okay.” It made sense, not sleeping with him. Well, it didn’t, but it did. I knew Harry was on the same page or it would have happened already. Because I was all for not letting it happen, but I didn’t have much willpower, and if Harry had tried to sleep with me, I wouldn’t have said no. I was just glad he hadn’t. Sort of. Kind of glad... I suppose. I had been practically gawping at Harry the entire time, but as soon as he glanced over to me my head shot round to Grace so quickly, you would think it was a bloody crime for looking at him. Maybe it was better to convince myself it was, that could help the whole situation. “I need to get so drunk tonight, that I throw up, rather than crawl into his bed.” I murmured. “Good idea!” Grace chirped. “I... I think I’m going to have to kiss Mike.” “I would say that’s a good idea, but there’s a good chance that even you leaving tomorrow will break his heart.” “Hm. We’ll see where the night takes us. Anyway, I’m gunna go talk to him though because I miss him, so-” Without another word, she practically ran to him, and I swear to god, I could see the fucking fire in his eyes as soon as she was close. I could literally see the fact that he was itching to be even closer to her, crying to be alone with her and just talking to her, finding out everything he had missed in those few short months, and things he didn’t even know about her yet. I couldn’t wait for someone to look at me like that. He turned his entire body towards her as she spoke, blocking out other people, a dozy little look on his face like she was casting a spell on him, and I couldn’t help but think back to the lecture we had where we spoke about body language, and the fact that Mike couldn’t hide his feelings for Grace even he was trying his absolute best to cover it. His body said everything. I must have been staring longingly at the encounter when Liam came over to me, balancing his forearm on my shoulder and putting near enough all of his weight on me. It was clear to see he was wasted, but it wasn’t all surprising. Unlike many people, Liam hadn’t travelled and spent the whole time drinking, he hadn’t really drank much at all. This was probably the heaviest session he had had since his final week at university. “I love Louis.” He told me. “He is like, the coolest guy ever.” “He is a pretty cool guy.” I sighed. “I did tell him he was a douche for cheating on his girlfriend and stuff.” Liam’s voice gradually went higher and higher as his sentence went on, before it dropped again. “But then we started chatting and like... he is a sound... guy. Sound as a pound.” I turned to face him, still trying to get used to the way he looked, the fact he was there. I guess the main thing for me was, that throughout the day, spending time with Liam kind of proved, other than appearances, nothing had changed. We were still the same. I loved that. “Glad to have you around, Payno.” I grinned. “Glad to be here, Lil Payno.” He smiled back. “So when are we going out?” “Soon. I just... I need to down about twenty drinks.” “Then drink up. I need to dance, and I need to do it now.” + + + A birthday night out meant we didn’t go to Thimble. It made sense, because Thimble was tiny and we went all the bloody time, it was hardly like a special occasion type of place. But venturing further into the city always intimidated me, a little bit. We were in some giant, unfamiliar club, surrounded by unfamiliar people, and the whole thing made it that little bit harder for me to get drunk, seen as I wasn’t completely at home. It’s like I always had to be slightly aware of my surroundings and what was going on. Either way, I was still pretty drunk. Okay, I was very drunk. So much so, I was smoking. So was Harry. So was Liam, but I figured maybe he was a smoker and he didn’t have a heart to tell me. He was using the alcohol as an excuse. “Hey… Pip-Squeak.” Harry tried for my attention. “Hm?” “Remember the last time we were here?” He ticked one eyebrow. “We’ve been here before?” I baffled. “Yeah! When I knocked that guy out cold, remember?” I furrowed my brows in deep thought, taking a big sip of my whiskey. Then suddenly it clicked. That guy who Harry had knocked into and spilt his drink, and when he started squaring up to Harry, he had punched him square in the face and left him lifeless before he even had a damn chance. “Oh shit!” I cried, looking into the corner where it happened. “Fuck. I hated you so much then.” “That is so weird.” He tutted. “I am impossible to hate, thanks to my good looks, charm, and admirable wit.” I stuck my middle finger up at him and shot a sarcastic smile, thinking about how once, such a comment would have drove me insane, but now I loved the cheeky manner in which he spoke, the way he was joking at the same time as being kind of serious, because Harry really loved himself. He grinned and scrunched his nose at me, then took another sip, beginning to look back round the smoking area. I was staring at him again, I could tell I was, but I just couldn’t bloody help myself. Thankfully, Zayn came and sat on my knee, a cigarette still dangling from his pretty mouth as he tired eyes looked down to me, smiling dimly. “Hey babe.” He slurred. “How’s ya birthday going?” “Quite well, Zee. How’s your night going?” “Mmmmmmmmmm GOOD. Yeah. No. S’good. Swell, some may say.” I honestly loved drunk Zayn so much, he made my heart burst. He was genuinely the most wonderful little pea imaginable, in any case, and alcohol always brought out the very best parts of Zayn. “You look pretty.” I told him, stroking the loose strand of hair from his face. ”The lack of surprise in your voice comforts me.” He grinned. ”Woah woah woah.” Harry stood himself up and wandered over to us. “What is going on here? With you two?” “We’re being cute!” Zayn argued sweetly, wrapping his arms around my neck. He kissed at my forehead, snuggling even closer to me, and I could see the look in Harry’s eyes, proving how little he was enjoying myself and Zayn being so touchy with one another. “Well... I think, you should… not be being cute. This could lead down a very dangerous path.” Harry shrugged. Jealous. He was so jealous. And holy god, I loved it. I mean seriously, I didn’t want to be one of those girls who was fuelled by a boy being jealous of other boys because of me, but god damn it turned out I was one of those bloody girls. Shit. I ignored the fact that I really wanted to be a better person, above all that, but instead I decided to fuel it further, add a little more spark. I was also obsessed with the fact that he was so jealous of Zayn. Zayn for god sake. He knew we were best mates and he was still jealous. I wrapped my arms around Zayn’s waist, pulling him further onto my knee. “Don’t you think we’re cute?” I cooed, fluttering my eyelashes. “What dangerous path?” Zayn questioned. “Sleeping with friends! It can ruin everything. You two, definitely shouldn’t do it. I mean, that’s just my opinion.” “What? You’d fuck Pip in a heartbeat!” Zayn scoffed. “I wouldn’t!” He cried, to which I dropped my mouth in joked offense. “NO! No I would, Pip-Squeak. You’re gorgeous, of course I would, but-” “I told you!” Zayn turned to me. “NO! Fuck off, Zayn. I mean… Fuck. I need a drink. For fuck sake.” “Harry, calm down!” Liam chuckled. “I am calm!” He yelled. Before anyone else could say anything to him, he stormed inside, running a hand through his short hair, then shaking his head. Suddenly, I didn’t like the jealousy thing so much. I kind of forgot how Harry could get so aggressive, and I had seen it bubbling in him then. “I’ll go look for him!” Liam said gently, getting to his feet. Zayn moved from my knee and took up the seat that Liam had been in, taking one last toke of his cigarette before he threw it on the floor, turning to me with a serious look on his face. Well, as serious as it could get with that much alcohol in his veins. “Pip?” He began. “Look, I... I think Harry likes you. I just… You need to be careful.” ”He doesn’t like me.” I shook my head. “Maybe not, but… he’s definitely feeling something, Pip.” I gulped hard, still not willing to tell Zayn anything that had happened between Harry and I, because with him talking like that, drunk, it would be prime time for him to read too deeply into it. “You’re just drunk, Zayn.” I tried to turn it round on him. “Just... Please be careful. With the three of us living together next year, that’s a risky game. I’m telling ya.” Zayn didn’t even know anything that had happened, and he thought myself and Harry were playing with fire. I had to stay away from him. No matter how hard, I just had to. It wasn’t worth the risk. It wasn’t worth going back to how we were, hating our living situation for the next year. We had to start being careful. We just had to. “Can I borrow a fag?” I sighed, even though I had just finished one. I literally felt like I needed one, as some kind of stress relief, but I only got to spark one up for a second before Liam ran desperately to the smoking areas door, gasping as he arrived to us. “Harry’s in the middle of a brawl!” He cried. + + + Antiseptic wipes were something that my mother had given me in my little basket to take off to university, and they were coming in handy once again as I cleaned up the cut on Harry’s left eyebrow. I had sobered, after walking into that club and seeing Harry fighting against at least six other guys, and for the first time I had seen Harry look like he was struggling. I had seen Harry losing the fight. I sat on his bed with him, cleaning up the blood on his eyebrow with the wipe, watching as he scrunched his face slightly, eyes closed, trying to pretend like he wasn’t in pain. It was helping with how drunk he was. If he had been sober, I knew he would have been whining and complaining. He gulped hard, and I watched as his Adams-apple bobbed silkily underneath his skin. “Got jealous.” He mumbled, eyes still shut. “Over Zayn?” “I know. It’s stupid, I know.” I moved a little closer to him, not because I needed to, just because I wanted to, hovering my lips close to his in the hope that his jealous rage would urge him to close the gap and I could just be with him again. Yeah, so I hadn’t sobered completely. “Why did you start the fight?” I asked, concerned. “He looked at me funny.” “He looked at you funny? For fuck sake, Harry. Why are you like this?” “Always been like this.” He shrugged. “Well it needs to stop.” He opened his eyes and glared at me, the muscles in his face completely dead as he just watched me clean up the cut, and I avoided his gaze. “You don’t like it when I fight, do you?” He grunted. “No.” “Why?” “Because it’s pointless and people get hurt.” He just continued looking at me. It was almost like he was still in fight mode, his face was so low and lifeless it was almost intimidating. I adjusted my body, almost cringing under the intense gaze. “You don’t like seeing me get hurt?” He quizzed me. “I don’t like seeing anyone get hurt.” “You especially don’t like seeing me get hurt.” He told me, like it was a fact. I couldn’t argue with him, though I wasn’t sure it was necessarily true. I had hated seeing Harry getting into fights, even when I hated him. But I guess I had never had a sinking feeling quite like I did that night, seeing Harry get punched like that. I really despised the thought of him being in pain. I didn’t say anything, I just carried on cleaning the cut, even though it probably didn’t need my attention any further. It was just an excuse to stay close with him whilst I could. “Will you stay?” He asked me after some time. “It’s probably not a good idea.” “It is.” He fought. “I really, really don’t think it is.” He pushed my hand away from his face and raised to his feet. That was when I figured he had taken something. Something other than alcohol, even something other than MDMA, because Harry definitely wasn’t on a high. I was no drug expert, so I had to ask. “What have you taken?” I asked him. He was rolling his shoulders, facing away from me, like he was still ready for a fight. I think if there was someone there who he could have started a fight on, he would have. “Coke.” He told me glumly. “I don’t like you on coke.” I sighed. “Do you like me at all?” He spat, whipping round to face me. I always knew there were bound to be times where myself and Harry fell back into our old routine, snapping at one another and generally not getting on, but in that moment, it just happened so quickly. There was a hatred in his eyes as he turned around to face me that I hadn’t seen for over a month, and it saddened me. I decided not to rise to it, no matter how hard I found that. It was completely out of character for me. Mine and Harry’s relationship had been all over the place for a while, but I refused to go back there. I got to my feet, rolling my eyes as a release and hoping he wouldn’t notice. “I’m going to bed.” I tried to hide the groan in my throat. “Goodnight, Harry.” As I tried to get past him, he grabbed my arm, his grip tighter than it should have been, that same intense glare on his face. “Stop!” He attempted. “Do not fucking touch me.” He dropped my arm as quickly as he could. I was breathing harshly through my nose, staring at him in a way that silently said he should never touch me like that again. I had let Harry off for being aggressive with me before, once I had learnt his reasons, but it wasn’t something I was willing to repeat over and over. “All I want to do is touch you.” He told me, fierce but calm. My breathing increased even further, now jumping out of my chest and pushing through my throat. We had never looked at each other like that before. Our kisses and everything else had always felt so rushed, so sudden and heated. That interaction, was hot, drawn out, uncertain. “I’m going to bed.” I attempted once more. “Stay with me. Please, Pip. I want... I want to be with you.” “We’re not doing that again.” “No. I want to be with you. In a way we haven’t before.” He spoke with authority. “I want you.” We were still just staring at each other. I gulped at his suggestion, my whole body crying and begging me to say yes, but my mind telling me that it would ruin everything. My heart told me the same thing. It was hardly like it would become anything. All it would be was sex, maybe once or twice, and then what? Just awkwardness? Just jealousy that wasn’t even needed? I had never wanted something or someone so much in my life, but every other instinct told me it was the wrong thing to do. No matter how low his voice, how tempting and tall and gorgeous the damn boy was. “You wouldn’t even kiss me when I had taken MDMA, and you want me to sleep with you for the first time like this? You’re kidding?” I scoffed. “I’m fine.” He fought. “You’re not, Harry!” “Then tomorrow.” He stepped closer, engulfing my cheek with his palm. “Be mine, tomorrow. Please... I-I need to get this out of my system.” I sort of hated what those words had just told me, like I was merely a blip of an infatuation and he could just fuck that feeling away. He was edging to closer to me, trapping me in his charms and his words. I couldn’t help but think of him using those words on other people to get them into bed, and that thought alone was enough to make me cringe. It shouldn’t have been that way. “I don’t want to be something you get out of your system.” I scowled. I meant that in so many different ways, ways I wasn’t even aware of at the time because of how stubborn I had always been. I said goodnight to Harry one last time, seeing him watch me walk away without another word, his face dropped and confused. Honestly, I’d never felt so lost in my life. + + + I awoke on my floor. But usually when I woke up there, I would have drooled on the floor, still in my dress from the evening before, cold and confused. This time, there was a pillow under my head, cushions beneath me and a sheet thrown over me, and my older brother asleep in my bed. I have to say, it’s the happiest I had been waking up on the floor, ever. Also, thanks to the fact I had sobered up slightly the evening before, my hangover wasn’t half as bad as it could have been. I wasn’t feeling the best, but as far as birthday nights out go, I was feeling amazing. A triumph, to feel so healthy. I sat upright, attempting to crack my neck, listening out for a familiar sound that I often woke up to. I spotted it. Sizzling. Zayn was cooking. Zayn was always bloody cooking and I always appreciated it so much more in the morning. Liam’s arm was dangling off the bed, so I grabbed at it, shaking him lightly, knowing he had never been much of a heavy sleeper. “Urrrrrggggggghhhhhh.” He groaned. “I feel like absolute death.” “You want some breakfast?” I giggled. “I’ll probably throw it back up, but yeah. Yeah. I need it.” He was speaking without moving or even opening his eyes. I couldn’t even imagine his hangover, that was genuinely the most he had drank in years. He told me that before we even left the flat. “You’ll be fine. I’m exactly the same, but for some reason, Zayn’s cooking is a gift and I haven’t thrown up from it once!” “Gimme five minutes.” Liam groaned. I patted his head and got to my feet, walking out of the door quickly and strolling down into the kitchen. Mike was asleep in a camp chair, Ed was asleep on the sofa, and Louis, for some reason, was under the table, asleep too. “Holy shit.” I laughed under my breath. “We carried on drinking when we got back.” Zayn shrugged by the hob. “Bad move.” Harry was sat on the counter next to our food cupboards, his left eye now a deep purple. I had never seen him looking quite as rough as he did then. Usually, I would have poked fun at him, said something silly and waited for his retaliation, but it seemed me and Harry hadn’t halted things quite soon enough, because I felt too awkward to say anything. I turned to face Zayn instead, ignoring the way I could feel Harry’s eyes burning through my skin. Zayn was practically cooking a feast. The first thing I spotted was about 20 sausages, a full pan of beans, and the grill on in the oven, bacon well on its way. “Did you buy all this?” I gawped. “Yup. Figured we’d all need some food.” He smiled. “I feel like I dismiss the amount of times you’ve definitely saved my life.” I smiled, leaning to kiss his cheek. Clattering as he went, Harry jumped down from his spot, marching over to me and whispering in my ear awkwardly. “Can I talk to you? In private? Please?” Zayn eyed us suspiciously, but didn’t say anything. I was almost sure he knew. Not that he knew everything, but he knew something, even more than he had mentioned the night before, and he wasn’t happy. I nodded, and followed Harry into his room, wondering where the hell this conversation was going to go. “What’s up?” I asked, folding my arms. “I’m sorry... about last night. I was on another fucking planet, so... I dunno. I didn’t mean to get jealous and I didn’t mean to be so... upfront and weird. I’m sorry. It won’t happen again. I promise.” I unfolded my arms and smiled, easing a little. Already, the interaction could have gone a lot worse. Things were going well. “S’okay.” I shrugged. “Can we just forget about it?” He asked, his face cringing. “Yeah. Of course.” “And I mean the whole thing.” He began. “Like, the kisses, and everything. We really do need to just be mates now. I stepped over the line last night and I’m sorry, but I think if we stop everything now we’ll be good. Like... I won’t walk in on you in the shower anymore, though I might think about it a couple of times-” “Harry!” “-but I promise I’ll keep my hands to myself and I’ll stop the flirting, just so we can always keep this friendship. Just so things work out next year. I promise to do it if you promise.” “I promise.” I smiled. “Zayn is catching onto us so... Quit whilst we’re ahead.” “We’re hardly ahead. I’d say we’ve done a pretty terrible job.” He grinned, before choking on his next few words. “You’re just... you’re beautiful. Makes it hard.” Blood rushed to my cheeks as my eyes dropped to the floor, knowing him calling me beautiful and me blushing wasn’t the best start to us putting everything to a stop, again, but either way, it was nice to hear. But as always, compliments were near possible to accept, so I hunched my shoulders and tried to move on, unable to wipe the smile off my face. “Okay. Yeah. No. Okay. That’s good. Let’s get back, put it all behind us.” I began walking out of his room again, my fingers wrapped around the handle before Harry spoke again, his voice serious now, the humour completely gone. “Pippa, wait.” I turned around, my smile fading now, my body now itching even more to get out of there because I knew I wouldn’t really like what I was going to hear. “Yeah?” “We should both fuck other people.” My stomach did about ten flips and honestly, I could have thrown up, I genuinely worried for myself for a couple of seconds as I stared at Harry, whose hands were deep in the pockets of his jeans. “What?” “We should sleep with other people.” It sunk in more the second time. “Both of us should. Put a line under this. Then it’s not like one person can get jealous and annoyed. So... Yeah... I think that would be a good idea.” I couldn’t say I agreed with that all too much at the time, but I had to understand his point. If I was to do it, Harry would be bitter. If Harry was to do it, I would have been painfully jealous. If we both did it, no one could say anything about it, and it would be a good way to move on from whatever it was that had happened between the two of us. “Yeah. Okay.” I agreed. + + + I wasn’t too upset to be bidding Liam farewell. In the middle of May, I would be moving back home, moving into that tiny house with my mum and my brother, more than likely sleeping on a sofa, but at least I would be around them again, at least that meant I could start getting used to the new foundations of our family. In a bizarre way, I was excited for it. Liam’s train pulled into the station right on time, causing him to swing his bag over his shoulder, still the roughest person I had ever seen in my life. He moved and began giving me a tight hug. “Gunna miss you!” He said, kissing the side of my head. “Not long now.” “Well, compared to the years we’ve just been through, it’s not long at all.” “Loved having you here though.” I smiled, pulling away. “Of course, it’s been amazing.” He said, beginning to move backwards. “Good luck with your exam! And good luck with everything with Harry.” “I’m sorry, what?” I gawped. He laughed at me like I was a total idiot, and I probably was. Having something secret going on with someone was very difficult when my emotions were something I had never been able to hide. “I’m not a complete idiot!” He laughed. “I saw the way you looked at him.” “I don’t look at him in any way!” I yelled as he walked through the train doors. “Just be careful, alright?” I tutted and rolled my eyes, waving one last time as Liam winked, still laughing as he went to find a seat on the small train, leaving me stood there wondering how all of this had happened in just a month. Me and Harry had been through a ridiculous amount in such a short space of time. I wondered where the month of March would lead us.

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