#just took like 5 different walking plan quizzes and only ONE gave the proper answer

[rabbits-of-negative-euphoria]

ladies, any app or program that tells you they can help you lose 40 lbs in 2 months is a scam. not because it’s impossible, but because it’s so bad for your health holy crap don’t do this

[hazzmedicine]

his replacement pt. 4

a/n: okay so this took me forever and I apologize. Life has been hectic. But anyway, hope you enjoy and check out the other parts if you haven’t! 3.1k

pt. 1    pt. 2     pt. 3 

Most people would be stoked when a world known rockstar is standing before them in the doorway. But Y/N is not most people. She spent many years of her youth building and strengthening her self confidence and self respect. So unlike most people, she is not excited to see the man who has crushed her feelings and felt no remorse. She’s confused and agitated.

“What are you doing here, Harry?” is the first thing she asks him. 

“Well hello to you, too,” he responds sarcastically, but she is not amused. He lifts up his hand to show her the bag he is carrying, it’s the food she ordered. “The delivery man and I got here at the same time so I thought I’d pay and hand deliver it to you.” He smiles at her, the type of smile used to win someone over. But it’s going to take more than a meaningless smile on an incredibly handsome man to win her over, at least that’s what she tells herself.

“Great, you’ve delivered it and now you can go. I’ll make sure you get a 5 star rating.” She slowly starts closing the door but he stops it with the raise of his hand. 

“Wait,” he sighs, “can we just talk, please? I came all this way.”

She opens the door wider. “We have nothing to talk about.”

“You know that’s not true.” 

Their conversation about having a conversation stops at the sound of feet padding against the hardwood floor. Soon, a curly headed Shawn, who managed to find some sweatpants, appears.

“Hey, I came to check on what was taking so lo-,” he stops himself once he notices the man standing in front of him. “Woah, is Harry Styles really standing in our doorway?” 

“Yeah, man. How you doin’?” Harry asks as he extends his hand for a shake. Harry and Shawn had met before at different music events and more recently, the Met Gala. As far as Y/N knows, Harry had always enjoyed his brief interactions with the younger man. But now, within these first 40 seconds of talking, she can see the agitation in his eyes. Shawn is oblivious to it and he has no reason to suspect Harry would have a problem with him, considering hardly anyone knew about Harry and Y/N’s interest in each other.

Shawn met Harry with a handshake. They finished a quick introduction with the routine “I’m good, how are you... that’s good.”

“So what are you doing in the Bahamas?” Shawn quizzed. There’s uncertainty on Harry’s face, he contemplated telling the truth: I’m here to beg Y/N for forgiveness because I was a proper dick and I don’t want her to replace me with you. But, Harry being the mostly private man he is, would never reveal his personal problems with a man he’s had two conversations with before. 

“I-I have a business meeting in a few days, thought I come early to enjoy the beach.”

“Oh, good decision, the beach is beautiful.” At this point, Y/N has never felt more awkward in a conversation. She’s standing there, irritated by Harry’s presence and hoping that Shawn will stop being such a nice guy so that Harry could leave already.

But instead, Harry doesn’t leave. He stays and makes up answers to Shawn’s many questions. He steals many glances at Y/N, taking in her appearance: arms crossed, subtle scowl on her face as she stares as the floor. He knows she’s uncomfortable and for this reason, he tries to wrap up this whole thing. 

“Yeah, well I should be going, gotta do some relaxing before these meetings.”

“Nice of you to stop by,” Y/N says, as she starts closing the door. 

She was so close, so very close to getting Harry out of here, but no. Shawn just had to speak up. 

“Harry! You should meet up with us at the beach later.” Y/N mentally groans at his requests.

Harry tried turning him down, tried to make more excuses, but Shawn was determined. For what reason? Y/N and Harry had no idea, but by the time Harry was leaving, he had no choice but to agree. The three of them were set to meet at a beach closest to the beachhouse at 2. 

“Man, I’m starved.” Shawn plopped on the couch, retrieving food out of the take out bag Harry had delivered. He looks up to see Y/N standing at the entrance of the living room, watching him with no expression. “You gonna come eat?” He pats the seat right next to him.

Y/N has a mix of emotions, irritation being the most prominent. If Shawn had invited anyone else to the beach with them, she would’ve been okay, after all she does like hanging out with new people every once and awhile. But Harry was definitely not someone new to her. 

She feels as though she can’t confess her annoyance to Shawn because he was only trying to be polite and he doesn’t know their history, therefore it’s hard to blame him. But at the same time, he didn’t even check to make sure it was alright with her and now she’s forced to spend her vacation time with a man she’s been trying to avoid. 

So in this moment, she made a decision. She’d go along with the plans, just this once. And if Harry was more unbearable to be around then she’s expecting, then she’ll leave early and make an excuse. With that being planned out, she sat next to Shawn and dug into her breakfast food. He didn’t question her irregular hesitance, not believing it to be a major thing, and continued to munch on.

--- 

1:53 PM. Y/N wishes the next 7 minutes extend into 2 more hours. Although, she was dreading the next few hours of her life, she was ready to go. She had her vibrant bikini on, layered with a simple dress to cover up. And her hair was braided and prepared to take on the ocean.

Y/N and Shawn hadn’t done much in the hours leading up to this. After breakfast, they hung out like old friends and chatted about anything and everything. However, the whole “relationship” conversation from the beginning of the morning did not come back up. But Y/N noticed how he was being more touchy than before with his hand lightly resting on her thigh as she talked and using his thumb to provide soft strokes.  It was very relaxing, and if she wasn’t anxious about meeting up with Harry, she definitely would have fallen asleep.

The time has come, the few amounts of bags are packed with essentials, and sandals are on. They decided the perfect place to meet was a 5 minute walk from their beach house. There are very few people to crowd the space, and there are multiple hammocks hanging up between palm trees.

“You ready?” Shawn asks, stuffing his phone in his pocket. Y/N answers with a nod. When she reaches him at the door, he takes in her expression. This is the first time he’s seen her not excited to be going out and enjoying a day together. “Hey, you alright?” He gives her a little nudge to get her attention off her phone. 

She half smiles. “Yeah, I’m good. We don’t want to be late.” Y/N is quick to end this before she rains on his parade. She opens the front door and leads the way out to the sidewalk, leaving Shawn to lock up and follow behind her.

Shawn, being a new person in her life, has never had the chance to know when Y/N is feeling down and for this reason, he has no idea if she’s being honest about being okay. He’s assumes so because why lie? Either way, he doesn’t want to push her so in hopes to raise her mood, he finds his way right next to her and smoothly intertwines their hands together. 

It was unexpected, but Y/N enjoyed the comfort and warmth that his touch brought. The distraction of his touch made the walk feel a lot quicker. In no time, they stood before the beach with their toes dug into the sand. Harry wasn’t there yet which gave them plenty of time to set up. They work together to spread out their towels to sit on, and unpack a few plastic buckets that Shawn will use to create a sandcastle, one bigger than the ones from previous days.

“I wonder how the water is,” Y/N ponders out loud as they are sat waiting for Harry’s arrival. 

“There’s only one way to find out,” Shawn said as he stood up and removed the plain white tank top he was wearing. He peered down to her and offered his hand to help her up. Without hesitating, she grabbed his hand and was pulled up. She removed her cover up dress. 

They jogged hand-in-hand into the ocean’s crashing waves. That’s the first thing Harry sees as he approaches their set up. Their backs are turned to him and he watches as their intertwined hands swing back and forth. A sight that makes him sick. 

They’re splashing around in the water as Harry sets his own stuff down and tries to distract himself from what was happening in the ocean. 

Y/N is feeling much better and less stressed as she plays around with Shawn. She almost forgets what the purpose of coming to the beach was. She is in her own little bubble right now that Harry can’t infiltrate. 

But the bubble is popped quickly when Shawn notices something in his peripheral vision. A shirtless Harry stands by their belongings with his attention on his phone. 

“Look who’s here.” Y/N turns her head toward the beach and internally groans. Great! She sarcastically thinks to herself. Shawn begins his journey back to the sand but pauses when he notices she hasn’t moved yet. “You coming?” he asks, once again reaching his hand out. She gives a small smile and a nod. But unlike before, she doesn’t take his hand. She starts walking past him back to the beach and this leaves Shawn a bit confused. He doesn’t stop to ponder on it though, and is able to catch up to her in no time. 

“Hey, Harry!” Shawn greets. Y/N is too distracted to listen to their conversation. She’s taking in Harry’s appearance. His hair is longer than the last time she saw him, not by much but she could see the difference. His tattooed littered skin looked radiant under the beaming sun. She watched as his mouth moved when he was speaking to Shawn, but paid no attention to the words coming out. The longer she looked at him, the less anger she was feeling. It’s as if his presence was starting to calm her and rid her of the anxious feeling she had just minutes before.

“Isn’t that right, Y/N?” Shawn’s direct question snapped her out of her trance.

“Huh?” It was clear she had no idea what they were talking about.

“I was telling Harry how nice the water is,” Shawn explains. 

“Oh yeah, it’s perfect.” She tries to offer a polite smile but doesn’t know how convincing it looked.

“Guess I’ll have to go in for a dip in a bit then,” says Harry. Shawn then proceeds to ask him to tag alone since he was going back in but Harry post poned it for a few minutes. 

“Hey, before you go back in, can you put some of this oil on my back,” Y/N asked, holding up the tanning oil she wanted to use.

“Yeah, of course. You’re not going back in?”

“I’m gonna do some tanning and then I’ll be in.” Shawn stood behind her and began gently rubbing the oil onto her backside. Harry watched with envy. He knew that should be him right now, getting to touch her in such a simple way. Now, he can’t even look at her in fear that she’ll be repulsed by the man in front of her.

---

Y/N is laying on her stomach with a towel resting over her head as she lays out in the sun. Shawn is enjoying alone time in the ocean, spotting out a few fish under the clear water. And Harry is awkwardly sat a few towels away from Y/N, trying to come up with a plan on when he’s gonna talk to her and what he is going to say.

“Can we talk now?” He almost chickened out of bringing it up, but it was now or never. 

“I’m busy right now.” She didn’t bother removing the towel to look at him, she knew he might give in if she did.

“I think the tanning can wait. Look, Y/N, I’m sorry. I just want us to talk this out and move on from it.”

Y/N removes the towel quickly to snap her head in his direction. As much as she wanted to avoid talking to him,  things needed to be said. “Let’s say you apologize and I forgive you. Where are we supposed to go from there? You said it yourself, you don’t want me to be your girlfriend and I don’t want to pine after someone who doesn’t want me. Moving on now would mean us going our separate ways.”

“But let’s say I apologize and explain how I didn’t mean anything I said and I did want you to be my girlfriend. I’ll even put my pride aside and tell you how much I’ve missed you. Where could we go from there?” Harry would tell her anything she wanted to hear as long as she agreed to not leave him again.

“Nowhere, Harry. I’d tell you that you only miss me because you haven’t found anyone to replace me yet.” She figured that once he found someone new, he wouldn’t need her anymore and they could both move forward.

“I don’t want to replace you, Y/N. I wish you could say the same for me, though.” He looks up to nod his head toward the brunette Canadian relaxing in the water.

The realization of what he’s referencing comes to Y/N quickly, and anger with it.

“You think I replaced you with Shawn?!”

“Sure does seem like it. I mess up one time and you’re already running off with someone and want nothing to do with me.” Y/N doesn’t have time to be hurt by his comment because anger floods her body in an instant.

“Are you kidding me, Harry?! You were the one who didn’t want to come here with me or want me to meddle in your life and now you’re upset I used my extra ticket on someone who would appreciate the offer?! You’re ridiculous.” She turned her head in her attempt to end the argument.

That didn’t work. “Okay, you’re right. I’m sorry. Honestly, I’m just jealous. I should be the one on this trip with you but I fucked up.” He waited for her to say something but she didn’t. “I wanna fix us, just tell me how I can fix us.” He’s practically pleading at this point. 

Y/N suddenly gets up. “I’m going back to the house. If Shawn asks, just say I wasn’t feeling well.” Harry has no time to convince her to stay as she grabs a few small belongings and speed walks away to her temporary home.

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When Y/N gets back to the beach house, she feels emotionally drained. The man she’s been dreaming of being with has appeared out of nowhere and is finally fighting for her when she’s giving up on him. She’s too tired to think about this anymore. It’s naptime.

Y/N awoke a few hours to the sound of thunder. Loud, heavy thunder. While groggy, she stands to look out the window. Palm trees are shaking violently from the heavy wind and everything is being drowned in rain. She jumps at the big flash of lightning. 

It’s not safe out and she hopes that Shawn and Harry had finished their beach day early so that they’d be safe from the storm going on outside. Little did she know, they had ended their beach day and extended it to a boy’s hangout at their beach house.

Y/N left her room and heard the laughter from the kitchen. She peeked her head around the corner and saw Harry sitting on a bar stool with Shawn making them both a drink. Harry’s friendly attitude towards the younger man confused her, seeing as Harry just confessed to being jealous of him and has only given him an envious look the whole time the three were together. 

But that’s the thing, when there’s no Y/N involved, the guys get along great. Harry genuinely thinks Shawn’s a nice guy and they have a good laugh. But when Y/N is in the picture, his protective side gets the best of him. 

Y/N takes in their appearances. They both still have their swim trunks on and their hair is a bit damp. They must have just gotten back not too long ago, she concludes. “Glad to see you guys found shelter from the storm.” 

“Well good evening sleepyhead,” Shawn says. “Feeling any better?”

“Oh, yeah. A good nap was all I need.” Y/N walks around the island to the fridge to grab a drink. She can feel Harry burning a hole in the back of her head but she refuses to look. 

She takes her drink to the couch and dedicates her focus to her phone. The fellas carry on their conversation.

“Okay, I’m going to hop in the shower. You can have it when I’m done, Harry,” Shawn says before exiting the area. Y/N looks to Harry in confusion. “Why are you showering here? Don’t you have your own hotel room?” 

Harry chooses to ignore her slight attitude. “The weather is pretty bad so Shawn offered to let me stay on the couch tonight.”

“God,” Y/N groaned. “Why didn’t you say no. I thought I made it clear that I don't want to be around you anymore.”

“I tried to, Y/N, promise. He wouldn’t take no as an answer. But don’t worry, I’ll stay as far from you as possible.” There’s obvious sadness in his eyes.

“That’s for the best.” Y/N got up and headed to her room, leaving Harry behind, again.