#niall Horan fan fic

[horansqueen]

Dating For Dummies - 1

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written from both Opal & Niall's POV

i don’t proofread, I never do, I hate it.

AU comedy/fluff/smut/romance

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OPAL

The neighborhood was not as quiet as I had expected, but for the monthly price we were asked for this new apartment, I couldn't really complain. I let myself fall on the overly comfortable couch Niall's mom had offered us with a satisfied sigh and a big smile on my lips. The room was almost empty except for a few boxes placed between old furniture friends and family didn't want anymore, and I had to admit that the colors of the walls were horrible, but at least, it was my home. It was our home.

I couldn't pretend Niall and I were not close, but I couldn't also say that we were like peas in a pod. We came from the same group of friends, and we did spend some time together, but being alone was not something common for us. I liked him, I knew he was the kind of roommate that wouldn't be too invasive and he was quite nice to look at too, I couldn't deny.

He slowly sat next to me, leaning his arm on the back of the couch behind me, and crossed his ankles. I didn't need to look at him to know he was as excited as I was to start this new life.

"Finally free." he let out in a low tone, making me chuckle.

"Yea I bet you were so oppressed living with you mom." I let out with sarcasm in my voice before letting out a chuckle. I turned my head to look at him and shook my head slightly. "Poor darling." I added, sliding my fingertips gently on one of his cheeks, his stubble scratching my skin lightly.

He raised his eyebrows and turned to look at me to, making me smile even more.

"Why do I have the feeling that this amuses you more than it should?"

I leaned closer and licked my lips before grinning even more. "Because it does." I whispered, letting out a laugh louder than I expected.

He rolled his eyes but the way the right corner of his mouth moved up told me he knew I was joking. It took a few seconds but silence finally came back between us and I blinked a few times, watching as the sun slowly moved down, adding an orange color to the cloudless sky.

"Okay, how about I take care of the tv and we can watch a movie?"

I was the one raising my eyebrows this time, pleasantly surprised by his offer. I had expected Niall to spend time by himself most of the time, or at least not with me, and perhaps it was just because it was out first day and he didn't want to be alone. I quickly nodded without making any comment or asking any questions and he jumped off the couch to do what he had suggested.

It took him about 15 minutes and everything was ready, which is another thing that surprised me. It made me realize that I didn't know much about him and perhaps it was simply because it was new, but I wanted to get to know him better.

We had met through the friend of a friend and although we would all meet up for beers at the pub on saturdays and study together once every two weeks, it never occurred to me that Niall was someone I could get along with. Not because he was not interesting, or because we didn't share the same interests, but just because I had never taken the time to think about it before. The only things I had really noticed about Niall was that he was hot, funny, popular, and that he was way out of my league. Not that I wanted him that way or anything, but it was a simple fact. I was also aware that he could definitely hold his liquor which was not something I could pretend was my forte, but I always stopped drinking before being too drunk ; you never know what can happen in a bar and although I loved my friends, it was hard for me to trust anyone. But that's an other story for an other day.

I knew I shouldn't but in the middle of the movie, I glanced at Niall's phone, noticing he was getting many notifications through the evening. My mouth curled again into a grin when I noticed he was actually swiping on a dating application.

"Ae you looking for the kind of love that lasts forever, or the kind that lasts only a few hours?"

"How's that any of your business?"

My heart jumped in my chest but when my eyes met his, I realized he was joking and I smiled back at him.

"It's not, but I'm on the same app. In fact, I'm on thee different apps." I admitted, leaning my head against the couch for a few seconds before bringing it back up, slightly ashamed of myself. "Hey that's what happens when you spend all your time working on other type of relationships, and making sure you get excellent grade in college."

"Yea, you keep telling yourself that, love." he chuckled, shaking his head.

"And what's your excuse?" I asked, half-joking, half-insulted.

He stared at me a few seconds as if he was trying to find a good answer and finally shrugged. "I'm tired to date girls who only love me for my looks."

I laughed shamelessly. "Someone is delusional."

"Yes, you." he argued. "Do you really think you can find a decent guy on these apps?"

"The self-burn is strong."

His face went from a frown to annoyed and ended up making a grimace. "Oh shut up, Pal."

"This is the most horrible nickname I've ever been given." I pointed out. "And yes, I still have hope to find someone worth my time on these apps."

I was not sure I really believed it was possible but I really wanted it to be. It really seemed like it was the only thing missing from my life.

"You should focus on just getting some." he shrugged. "When you don't expect anything, you can't be disappointed."

I knew it was a lie, everyone was expecting something, whether they wanted to admit it to themselves or not, but I didn't say anything about it and only shrugged.

"Okay, I have a date tomorrow night." he pointed out, turning to me and sending me a smile so big I could see his teeth. "And she looks like a gem."

I moved his phone so the screen would face me and my lips parted very slightly at the sight of a gorgeous brunette in a very tight dress, holding a pink drink with a tiny umbrella floating in it. That girl, unlike me, was totally in his league.

"She may look like a gem but who knows if she is."

He shrugged, unbothered. "I guess I'll find out tomorrow."

"Admit it." I pressed after a few seconds of silence, turning my whole body his way and bringing one of my legs up on the couch. "All you care about is getting laid by pretty girls. The word 'serious' never qualifies the word 'relationship' in your world."

"I've been in serious relationships before, what about you, smartass?"

My eyes roamed in his face, trying to find out if he was lying but I just licked my lips. "Yes, I have."

I didn't want to get into depth about my past romantic relationships and I had the feeling he didn't want to share details about his either.

"You want to know what I think?" he finally asked, turning his body to face me too.

"No."

"I'll tell you anyway." he stated quickly.

"How surprising." I mumbled, rolling my eyes.

"You've been so hurt before that you're scared of falling in love again." he speculated. "That's why you never go on dates with anyone on these apps."

"How the fuck would you know that?"

"Prove me wrong, then."

We remained like that, face to face and in silence, just staring at each other. I could feel my heart beat hard against my rib cage, trying not to give in. After all, I didn't have anything to prove, not even to my new roommate, right?

"Fine!"

I quickly grabbed my phone and typed on the screen as fast as I could, hitting 'send' before I could change my mind. I had been talking to a guy for a few days and he was the right candidate to meet, or at least pretend to meet. After all, I could always tell him I changed my mind and Niall would never find out.

"There." I turned the screen his face, bringing my phone so close to his face he had to back away a little to be able to read.

"He replied."

My heart skipped a beat at his words and I tried t swallow the lump in my throat. Shit, I hadn't expected a quick answer. I looked at the screen and held my breath when I realized he had written a time and a place to meet up. I could always back off and cancel, but that would mean I would have to admit that Niall was right ; I was fucking scared to fall in love again.

"Great. See? We both have a date tomorrow night!" I didn't know how credible I was but at least I was trying.

"I was kidding, Opal, you know it, right?" he asked with concern in his voice.

Once again, my eyes roamed on his perfect face and I shrugged very lightly. "I know."

I suddenly felt very stupid for thinking this little banter was more serious than it really was, but at the same time, it was a relief. I didn't want Niall and I to be on bad terms and somehow, I felt like we could become close friends and for some odd reason, I really wanted it.

"You don't have to go on a date with anyone, you have nothing to prove."

Oh and why not? I didn't know if I was ready to be with someone again but one date couldn't be that bad… right?

[sparkrls]

Youtuber!Y/N x Harry Styles

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Summary: Y/N is a Youtuber who does videos on celebrity gossip, then gets cancelled for the unethical nature of her channel. And finds her way to Harry to be better and learn from her mistakes.

Author’s Note: Tumblr exclusive! We’re feeding the girlies 🤪

•••

THE DEVIL HAS FALLEN: Y/N Y/L/N FEUD WITH AMANDA MCADAMS FINALLY OVER?

After months of a brutal and relentless feud between Youtube influencer Y/N Y/L/N and actress Amanda McAdams, it seems that Y/N has finally disappeared

After deleting all social media posts, and wiping her accounts clean, Y/N released a statement on twitter, declaring:

Y/N Y/L/N started off as a Youtube creator, filming videos of her singing covers of her favorite songs. After finding no success, she began to venture into creating videos about the one thing she knew everything about: celebrity culture.

Y/N found rapid success and her videos soon became viral, with her first series, ‘Internet Gossip’, explaining various cases of infamous celebrity deama. With the rise of social media and a wave of consuming media based on celebrity drama and gossip, Y/N found her place among an audience of mostly young women.

Soon becoming very successful with her videos, she branched out, beginning a few series, among them, ‘Salty Scandal’, focused on celebrity feuds and ‘Radical Romance’, about ongoing or previous famous relationships.

Although Y/N had a large fanbase, her rise to celebrity status was her first red carpet at the People’s Choice Awards, where she participated as an interviewer. It didn’t take long for her to become viral, as she was abrasive and blunt with her questions, not wasting time by beating around the bush.

Among fans and watchers, she was known as someone who searched for truth. Among those questioned, she was thought of as a person who dedicated their life to exposing others and invading privacy.

Y/N began to see the results of her fame. Her community grew and she hosted countless red carpets, interviewing the most famous people on the planet. And just as she seemed on top of the world, her downfall came from her own creation.

With the video, ‘Amanda McAdam: Actress or Victim?’, Y/N claimed that McAdam’s had dramatized her experience with a verbally abusive director, and that it was all for ‘a pity party’.

Following this video, McAdam’s and Y/L/N began a long feud, including several Twitter arguments and subtle shade thrown at each other in interviews or Instagram posts.

It culminated in what seemed to be the final blow; McAdam leaking Y/L/N's address. People and paparazzi alike stood outside of Y/L/N's home, with signs and hollers to let her know what they thought of her. This caused the Youtuber to have to hire private security to escort her as she moved to an undisclosed new home.

Everyone is glad to see Y/N, the devil of the internet, finally gone from the public view. Hopefully forever.

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celebrityupdates Y/N Y/L/N spotted for the first time in THREE MONTHS out in LONDON today!

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username1 wtf? who wants to see her?

username2 Did I miss something? Since when is she in hiding? And didn't she use to live in LA?

-> username3 Since her address was leaked by Amanda

-> username2 omg, that’s so fucked up

-> username3 Y/N had it coming after all the shit she said about Amanda

username4 idc what y’all say, y/n is still an icon and that b**ch

username5 I don't agree with anything that Y/N does, but her having to move to another CONTINENT to avoid stalkers and death threats is too far

username6 she should’ve stayed in hiding

username7 Y/N is so fake, she deserves all the hate, tbh

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ynisthatbitch Y/N for her newest interview with Variety

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username1 WTF? Isn’t she cancelled?

username2 I really don’t care how much she claims to have ‘changed and improved’. Once a devil always a devil

username3 Y/N does NOT deserve a redemption arc after all the shit she talked

username4 Does Y/N seriously think that she can disappear a few months, claim to have gone to therapy and done self-reflection and everything will be fine?

-> username5 I think she just craves attention

-> username6 LMAO fr, Y/N just wants to be famous again. TOO BAD!

username7 Honestly y’all, if you took the time to read the article properly, you’d understand that Y/N was just a teenager!

-> username8 Y/N was literally fifteen when she started making those videos. Every 15-year-old makes mistakes

-> username9 Y/N is no longer 15. She’s now 21 and should know better.

-> username10 Or maybe it took a reality check to burst Y/N’s bubble and make her realize that she’d normalized things that shouldn’t be normalized?

-> username9 That sounds like excuses to me

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harryflorals HARRY AND Y/N Y/L/N LEAVING THE SAME GYM TODAY IN LONDON!

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username1 WHAT THE FUCK???

username2 this cannot be real

username3 why would harry associate with the devil?

-> username4 lmao fr fr

username5 It has to be a coincidence

-> username6 Did Harry conveniently forget that Y/N once made a whole video about his relationship with Kendall Jenner and called it a 'wretched PR stunt’???

-> username7 I find it crazy to believe that THIS isn’t a PR stunt

username8 Maybe y’all shouldn’t make assumptions about people you haven’t met? Harry clearly knows Y/N personally and has good judgment.

-> username9 stfu, no one asked for your opinion

username10 Is it so wild to believe that people can change (Y/N)?

-> username11 once a devil, always a devil

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annetwist It was wonderful to meet the lovely @yourinstagram and finally hear her perspective on her life! Read the article, written by yours truly. Thank you, Y/N, for your well-thought and introspective words ❤️

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yourinstagram Thank you for giving me the chance to talk to you and share my side of the story 🫶

-> annetwist 💕

username1 Y/N is Anne-approved. That’s all I need to know.

username2 what is wrong with the world?

username3 I expected better of you. I thought you had common decency than to associate with the devil

-> annetwist I believe that God is all about forgiveness and Y/N has found her way to kindness and forgiveness ❤️

username4 say it with me, 4+4=

-> username5 ATEEE

username6 Thank you, Anne, for interviewing Y/N and giving us such a fresh perspective on everything that happened in her life. Loved the article 💕

-> annetwist Thank you, love

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yourinstagram Hell Is My Birthplace. New Single. Jun 1, 2022.

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annetwist Can’t wait to hear it

harrystyles 🔥

-> username1 EXCUSE ME?!?

taylorswift WOW. Loved the preview 😉

-> username2 MOTHER?

-> username3 nothing is more iconic than y/n’s once greatest rivals now becoming her biggest supporters

username4 Y’all doubting if Y/N changed, but if Taylor and Harry can forgive her, so can I

username5 ICON. MOTHER.

username6 you don’t get it. y/n was called a devil and now she’s saying hell is her birthplace. and it was announced on the anniversary of her cancellation. you just don’t get it.

username7 no one will ever love y/n and her cunty moves more than me

username8 I LOVE YOU

username9 I hope your address gets leaked again

username10 ONCE A DEVIL ALWAYS A DEVIL

-> username11 stfu

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ynupdates INSIDER INFO FROM DEUXMOI!

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username1 I can’t imagine Harry with someone with Y/N

username2 Honestly, I get it. As an ‘I can fix him’ girlie, I understand Harry 😔

username3 not my husband with the devil!!!

username4 Speechless

username5 they lowkey seem cute together

username6 I'm happy if Harry is happy

username7 If Harry is dating her, then Y/N has definitely changed

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yourinstagram Paint the Town Red. 2nd Single.

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username1 not harry liking all of her posts 😭

-> username2 man is WHIPPED

username3 MMM SHE THE DEVIL

-> username4 obsessed with y/n leaning into the devil image during her comeback

username5 is anyone concerned that she’s being so provocative?

-> username6 y/n has been laying low and keeping her life to herself. i’m not concerned

-> username7 i think she’s the happiest she’s ever been, tbh

username8 that line "You can't talk no shit without penalties" DAMN

-> yourinstagram I said what I said

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yourinstagram dancing with our hands tied. a good metaphor and my 3rd single. out now <3

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harrystyles 💕

-> username1 harry KNOWS this song is about him and y/n

-> username2 He’s a proud boyfriend and we stan

username3 omg the soft launch

username4 PARENTS 😭

username5 lowkey concerned about the two together

username6 am i the only one who doesn’t like the two of them together? it feels icky

-> username7 good thing it’s not your relationship

-> username6 y/n is a terrible person

-> username8 you’ve never met her. don’t make assumptions

username9 awww my babies 😭

username10 I LOVE YOUR MUSIC AAAAA

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harrystyles Grammys. February 2024.

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yourinstagram thanks for being my date <3

-> harrystyles always xx

username1 not my parents flirting in the comments 😭😭😭

annetwist cuties 💕

gemmastyles love you both ❤️

username5 THE FAMILY APPROVAL

username6 Y/N is officially the first gf to be on Harry’s IG feed

username7 tbh, I think that Harry really helped Y/N at her worst and allowed her to redeem herself

-> username8 FR. look at her smile. She’s never seemed so happy. I think Y/N is finally being herself

-> harrystyles Y/N did all the work herself, I was just along for the ride x

-> yourinstagram Don’t be fooled no matter what he says, he saved me.

username10 WAR IS OVEEERRRR

username11 I love seeing Y/N grow so much in her life

-> username12 I don’t think she ever liked who she was before. She seems so happy now

-> yourinstagram Funny how being yourself can fulfill a person. Become a version of yourself that you can love and love will surround you

[justmeinatree]

To Wake Up By Your Side

Summary : Part 2 to Empty As A Bottle Of Wine … the morning after.

TW : smut

Word Count : 1.2k

A/N : i had no plan to do a part 2. but i got stoned, jumped on tumblr and saw that @strawnarrries rebloged with the tag “need more right now” so here we are ✌️

GIF : @horansqueen

you feel yourself start to wake, your eyes fluttering open to land on niall’s face. you smile softly, your eyes gently shutting again as you remember that he came home last night. well, more like this morning.

realization dawns on you and before you really have time to process it, your body clenches around niall’s cock. still tucked snuggly into you. 

a wave of heat shoots down to your centre, your breath hitching, as all of this really registers with your sleep fogged brain.

you hitch your thigh higher, hooking your leg up from his hip to his waist, your foot pressing him impossibly closer.

the sudden movement and tiny whimper that leaves your lips, stirs niall from his sleep. you feel his thumb brush against the skin of your back, his arm thrown over you to keep you close through the night. 

his eyes scrunch up tight for a moment, blinking open quickly, before shutting them again. “was supposed to wake up first. use my mouth and all that,” niall mumbles in a sleepy state. 

the gravelly tone to his voice from his sleep dry throat, the thickness of his accent, the slow puffing up of his cock. another wave of heat pools between your legs, your arousal starting to coat niall’s member.

it’s not until your cunt clenches around him, that he even realizes he’s still tucked into you. a breathy moan escapes his lips, his nose rubbing against yours, “fuck, but this’ll do just fine.”

you whine, nodding, as your hand grips into his hair, lips slotting with his. and it’s so slow. both of you revelling in it. taking the time to indulge in what you’ve so painfully missed for the last 3 months of niall’s touring.

niall’s tongue slips its way through your lips, petting over your tongue, making you moan into his mouth, hips bucking and starting to grind on him.

his hand slides down your back to your hip, stilling you. he pulls away from the kiss, giving you a moment to catch your breath as he plants a soft peck on the corner of your lips. “dont want you to move yet,” he whispers, leaving a series of soft kisses down your cheek to your jaw.

you feel a tremble work it’s way through your body, your pussy clenching on him again, making niall’s breath catch in his throat, softly nipping at your jaw. 

your thigh starts to shake, feeling so much him. the soft series of kisses he’s trailing down the column of your throat, the only movement he’s allowing himself. and with his tight hold on you, you couldn’t move even if you tried.

not that you want to. you’ve never felt so full. full of cock, full of joy, full of love. you silently wish you could spend the rest of your life just seethed on him.

“can’t stop,” you whisper breathily, gasping lightly for air. your cunt is literally throbbing around him, pulsing so hard with every press of niall’s lips to your throat.

“can’t stop what, petal,” niall whispers against your skin, between kisses, nose gently tracing patterns into your neck as he speaks. “can’t stop trembling ?” kiss. “can’t stop moaning ?” kiss. “can’t stop squeezing my cock ?” 

this time instead of a kiss, his tongue lays flat against the base of your neck, licking up the column of your throat, up to your chin, avoiding your lips as he pulls his face just too far out of reach. 

you whine loudly, a shiver running down your spine, your heat clenching harder around him. 

“fuckin christ, you really cant stop, hmm ?” he asks quietly, his prick constantly being gripped on. as if your pussy wanted to suck him in deeper. if it were even at all possible.

“so full, ni,” you whimper, your breath hitching. “fucking-, so good. feels like my body’s burning.”

“sound like you’re gonna cum, pretty girl,” he groans, leaning in to crash his lips against yours. he can’t help himself, he’s so fucking needy for you. 

niall bites into your bottom lip, tugging on it, “gonna be a good girl aren’t you ?” he asks, mouth ghosting over yours. “clenching so fucking hard on me. using me to cum. just like this. c’mon, be my good girl.”

“can’t,” you whimper loudly, lungs gasping for air. “fuck, s’not enough. need more, need more, please.”

he shakes his head no, his nose flicking yours back and forth, as he does. “s’my first day back. you’re gonna be a good girl for me. no matter how long it takes,” he murmurs against your ear, watching you squirm in his hold.

a loud, needy whine works its way out of your throat, your nails scratching down any bit of niall’s skin you can reach. you were so close. right on the edge. so close to the edge your toes were basically hanging over, feet teetering back and forth, but never taking the final plunge.

“help me,” you whimper, your body trembling on overdrive, trying to work your hips into his for any sort of movement, any friction, fucking anything.

“start begging, petal,” niall coos against your ear, his tongue pointed and licking over the shell of your ear.

“please,” you breathe out, without so much as a second thought. willing to do absolutely anything to be able to cum. you’ve been full of his cock since you shut your eyes around 5am. based on the reflection of the sun in your room, you’d guess it’s now mid to late afternoon.

“fuck, ni, honey, please. can’t anymore. hurts. fuck, fuck, i need to cum. need you. please, please, need to cum, ni, please, fuck, plea-“ your cut off by the press of niall’s lips against yours. 

“keep begging like that and i’ll be the one cumming,” he groans. “tell me what you need, petal.”

“just- just,” you breathe frustratedly, trying to wiggle your hips, just enough to get some friction to your clit. a breathless moan leaves you as your bundle of nerves finally feels the dragging pressure it’s been craving.

niall keeps his hold tight on you, not letting your hips thrust, only giving you the opportunity to rut your body against his.

“gave you what you wanted,” he murmurs, lips slotting with yours. “please let me feel you cum, pretty girl. been fuckin craving it for months.”

finally. fucking finally. you feel your trembling body start to seize up as the burning string inside you snaps. 

your jaw goes lax as you gasp for air, your inner walls clamped down so tight on niall’s cock, your brain cant seem to focus on anything else. 

niall’s face buries itself in your hair as you’ve tucked your head in his chest, groaning from above you, “fuck, you’re such a good girl. missed you so much, petal.”

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[walkingintheheartbreaksatellite]

Lover

(Harry Styles x Fem! swiftie! Reader)

Summary: Harry asks Taylor to perform Lover at his wedding as a surprise to his wife.

Contents: Mild angst, cringey fluffiness, dirty joke(bestlifeonline.com), mentions of insecurities, mentions of past relationship, cursing

(Ya’ll can thank Miss. Taylor Alison Swift for this idea. Came to me during the Eras film.)

I did it. Sitting at this table with Harry, during our wedding reception, all my dreams have come true.

“Y/N… Y/N!”

I shake my head, turning my attention to Harry who’s looking at me expectantly.

“Hm?”

He laughs and squeezes my hand.

“What’s going on in that head of yours, Mrs. Styles?”

I blush and shrug my shoulders.

“I don’t know, just kind of lost in my thoughts honestly. We’re here… We made it H. Like can you believe that?”

He smiles and shakes his head, squeezing my hand. Before he can respond, the DJ announces something over the microphone.

“Ladies and gentleman, please join me in welcoming the happy couple in their first dance! If the bride and groom could make their way out to the dance floor!”

Harry stands and takes my hand, leading me to the dance floor with a smile. He positions his hands and wraps them around my waist as I wrap my arms around his neck. The music starts to play but every other second, it skips.

I start to tear up, frustrated that my perfect moment could be ruined. Harry sighs and kisses my forehead before he lets me go and heads over to the DJ’s station, no doubt to figure out what’s going on.

I see him physically sigh from across the room and I frown, looking down at the floor as I try to hide my tears. A few minutes later, he takes me back into his arms and holds me close with a smile.

“I thought-.”

He shakes his head and just presses his forehead against mine before he whispers softly.

“It’s fine. Trust me.”

Before I can respond, I hear someone tapping on a microphone. I turn my head to the small stage and see none other than Taylor Swift. With a guitar in her hand.

“Is this thing on? Oh okay cool it is! Hi guys! My name’s Taylor and I’ve been given the tremendous honor to sing this song for these two amazing people here. It means so much to me that this song means everything to them and their relationship. Please join me in welcoming Mr. and Mrs. Harry and Y/N Styles.”

I look at Harry, my eyes tearing up as he smiles.

“You did this?”

He pecks my lips and smiles but he doesn’t respond. He just pulls me closer as she begins to play and sing.

We could leave the Christmas lights up 'til January

And this is our place, we make the rules

“Harry… I can’t believe you did this- Did you- Did you plan this?”

He laughs and shrugs.

“Maybe yes, maybe no. You’ll never know though.”

I laugh and shake my head and he spins me around with a loving smile.

And there's a dazzling haze, a mysterious way about you dear

Have I known you 20 seconds or 20 years?

Flashback, 3 years before:

“Y/N, I’m sorry this isn’t exactly what I planned… I just wanted tonight to be perfect and now-.”

I smile and shake my hand, placing a hand over his. I look around and spot an ice cream shop across the street.

“It’s okay. I’m here spending time with you. It doesn’t matter what we do. How about we go get some ice cream? Nothing could go wrong with ice cream.”

He laughs and nods, taking my hand and leading me to the shop. We head inside and order our ice cream, then stand to the side while we wait. A familiar song comes on the radio and I start to him and sing along to it.

“You’re my my my… lover.”

Harry takes my hand before I know it, he’s pulling me into his arms and spinning me around the ice cream shop at almost midnight. I laugh and dance with him, enjoying the odd but sweet moment between us.

Can I go where you go?

Can we always be this close forever and ever?

“Do you remember our first date? What made you pull me in?”

He purses his lips before he smiles and answers.

“I dunno really. It just felt right. My body moved faster than my mind did. But we sure surprised them, didn’t we? Dancing at practically midnight in an empty shop, just because we wanted to. We’ve always been like that, haven’t we?”

I laugh and nod as he twirls me around before he pulls me in closer than before, resting his for forehead against mine.

And ah, take me out, and take me home

You're my, my, my, my

Lover

“Y/N… I know I’ve told you this… Multiple times in fact… But you are one of a kind… Everyday I just fall more and more in love with you, whether we’re dancing in the kitchen, watching a movie, attending one of my numerous events or even just sitting quietly together. I love you Y/N. I’ve… I’ve never known what true love feels like until I met you. And I never want to lose what we have…”

I tear up and try to blink away my tears before I peck his lips a few times.

“Dummy… What did I say about making me cry today of all days?”

He laughs and pecks my lips. His hands move to my waist and he lowers me down, dipping me before he pulls me close again.

We could let our friends crash in the living room

This is our place, we make the call

Flashback, Christmas 2 years ago:

“I love your room, H. It’s so boyish and adorable. Makes me almost want to squish you.”

He groans and shakes his head before he plops on the bed on to his back.

“Mum hasn’t touched anything since I left. She leaves mine and Gem’s rooms the way the are and I have a feeling it’s for this exact reason.”

I smile and lay down next to him, resting my head on his chest before looking up at him.

“It’s sweet. You’re her babies. Of course she would leave them. I’m sure my mom would’ve too if we’d had a housing growing up.”

He sighs and pulls me on top of him so i now rest my chin on his chest.

“I shouldn’t have let you talk me out of hosting Christmas. I have plenty of room and a bigger bed! It also would’ve saved me the embarrassment!”

I laugh and shake my head. Before I can respond, Anne, Harry’s mom, pops her head through the doorway with a smile.

“Hey you two! We’ve got snacks and some tea downstairs! Why don’t you come warm up! Gemma wants to finish decorating the tree!”

I smile and nod, getting off of Harry before holding out my hand for him to take.

And I'm highly suspicious that everyone who sees you wants you

I've loved you three summers now, honey, but I want 'em all

Flashback, 6 months ago:

“Y/N, I promise! We’re just friends! I would never want to be with her again!”

I frown and keep my back to him, refusing to look at him.

“But you know she’s better for you. She fits in better with your lifestyle and it’s obvious she still wants you… Maybe you really are better off with her…”

He groans and grabs my shoulders, turning me around forcefully.

“I’m not with her. I haven’t been for years! Nor would I want to! We’re better as friends! And before I go into all the reasons why it should be you, I’ll tell you why it’s not her. I care for her deeply… But she’s not down to earth like you are. She doesn’t understand what it’s like to work hard for what you want. Everything is handed to her. But you? My god… My Y/N. Your heart, your soul, your determination and your will… You never give up. You put your mind on something and there really is no stopping you. Your promotion at work, moving to London to be with me after only 8 months together. You have lived such a painful life and look at you. You are one of the strongest people I know. You inspire me to be the man I want to be… And that man loves you. All of you. So i don’t want to hear any more about how you think you’re not good enough. Fuck the fame. It’s nothing without love. The only words I want to hear are ‘I do’. Yeah?”

I sigh and give him a small smile.

“I should really know better by now. Every time I feel insecure, you always seem to burn me and love me all at once.”

He laughs and wraps his arms around me, kissing my forehead.

“Good. No more being mean to my girl.”

Can I go where you go?

Can we always be this close forever and ever?

And ah, take me out, and take me home (forever and ever)

You're my, my, my, my

Lover

Flashback, Harry’s 29th birthday:

“Happy Birthday old man.”

He rolls his eyes and laughs before he hugs me.

“Y/N, don’t start. I’m 29..”

I laugh and hug him tight.

“He’s 29 folks! Twenty noine!”

“We’re never watching that episode of New Girl ever again. Well, at least until you turn 29. I’ll be playing it on a loop that day.”

I snort and shake my head, pecking his lips.

“Y/N…?”

I look him in the eyes an hum. His eyes soften and he smiles.

“Thanks for coming with me… I know it hasn’t been easy… But having you with me…It means everything to me. I love you.”

I smile and peck his lips softly.

“I go where you go.”

Ladies and gentlemen, will you please stand?

With every guitar string scar on my hand

I take this magnetic force of a man to be my lover

Flashback, a year and a half ago:

“Hey… H? Can you teach me how to play guitar?”

His eyes widen and he smiles before nodding enthusiastically.

“Of course I will, love! But why the sudden interest?”

I shrug and smile.

“I don’t know. I mean I already know who to play ukulele. Couldn’t be much different. And honestly I really want to learn how to play Push. You know how much I love Matchbox.”

He laughs and nods. He grabs a nearby guitar and pats his lap, motioning me to sit. I quickly do as he says and he starts to position my hands on the guitar, strumming it softly as he does so.

My heart's been borrowed and yours has been blue

All's well that ends well to end up with you

Swear to be overdramatic and true to my lover

Flashback, 3 months into their relationship:

“Y/N L/N I swear! You are the most overdramatic person I know! And that’s saying something!”

He laughs and shakes his head as he looks at me, my eyes welling up with tears.

“I’m sorry! It’s just so sad! They could’ve been so good together and look at how miserable they are!”

I wipe my tears and Harry shakes his head, laughing.

“That’s Klaus’ fault! And Caroline’s not miserable! She has Stephan and she’s pregnant! She’s literally a pregnant vampire!”

“They could’ve been amazing and I’m not sorry for crying! This is why I don’t watch this with you because you love to tease me!”

He laughs and hugs me, kissing the side of my head.

“That may be true, but I love you’re overdramatic ways. Cry. I’ll be hear to wipe your tears away.”

And you'll save all your dirtiest jokes for me

And at every table, I'll save you a seat, lover

Flashback, 6 months ago:

“Psst. Y/N. Y/N!”

I groan and advert my eyes from my phone to look at him, only to see a devilish grin on his face.

“What?”

He smiles even more before he whispers to me.

“What’s the difference between a G-spot and a golf ball?”

I groan and look at him.

“What, was Niall bored again?”

“Just answer the question Y/N!”

I sigh and look at him.

“I don’t know, what?”

He smiles and whispers again.

“A guy will actually search for a golf ball!”

I groan and Harry laughs, throwing his head back into the couch.

“Tell Niall to find some new material because that joke was not a hole in one.”

Can I go where you go?

Can we always be this close forever and ever?

And ah, take me out, and take me home (forever and ever)

Flashback, 6 month anniversary:

“No matter how many times we go out, taking you home has to be my favorite part.”

I give him a look of shock and his own mouth drops, realizing what he just said.

“No! I just meant! I just meant that.. When I take you home… I give you a kiss goodnight… I always sleep better with a kiss goodnight. Honestly I wish you just lived with me so I could kiss you goodnight and good morning everyday…”

My mouth gapes in complete shock.

“A-Are you.. are you asking?”

He looks in my eyes and purses his lips, giving me a small nod.

“I-I know we’ve only been dating six months but… I love you Y/N L/N… I’m serious about us. More than I ever have been with anyone else… You can say no… I’ll understand-.”

I grab his cheeks and pull him down to my level, wrapping my arms around him as I kiss him passionately. He smiles into the kiss and wraps his arms around my waist, lifting me up slightly.

After a minute or so I pull away for air and Harry smiles, resting his forehead against mine.

“I love you Harry…So much.”

He smiles, pecking my lips lightly before hugging me again.

A couple weeks later:

I wake up to the sun in my eyes and arms wrapped tightly around my waist. I slowly turn to see a sleepy, smiling Harry. He squeezes me in his arms and pecks my lips softly.

“Good morning, love.”

I smile and snuggle up close to him before whispering back to him.

“Good morning, boyfriend.”

You're my, my, my, my

Oh, you're my, my, my, my

Darling, you're my, my, my, my

Lover

Present, the wedding reception:

Harry holds my close, one hand holding my hand as the other remains secured to my waist. As Taylor finishes singing, harry softly whispers the last few lyrics to me before her kisses me. In the moment, nothing else mattered. It’s like it was just us and no one else was around…

6 years later, 6 year wedding anniversary:

I wake up, groaning as I turn only to be met by a small, look alike of my husband.

“Hi mommy.”

I smile and take Riley into my arms, hugging her tight as she giggles.

Riley Anne Styles, our honeymoon baby. Shortly after we came home from our honeymoon, I discovered I was pregnant after repeatedly getting sick while I was trying to get my some done. She’s 5 years old and an exact copy of her daddy. She’s a mommy’s girl, and is always close to my side.

“Good morning, my little bug.”

Riley groans as she wiggles in my arms.

“Mommy! I told you! I’m a big girl! I’m not little! Jude is little…”

She pouts and I smile, planting a kiss on her cheek.

“That may be true, but you’ll always be my little bug. Just embrace it, love bug.”

I sit up and get out of bed, carrying Riley as I walk out of the bedroom and downstairs, where the smell of eggs and coffee waft through the house. I set Riley down and she paddles her feet over to her daddy, who’s holding our son, Jude, while cooking at the stove.

Jude Edward Styles. A carbon copy of myself and our unplanned miracle. I was on bed rest my last trimester because of complications and he spent a few weeks in the NICU. He’s our little fighter and a daddy’s boy through and through. He’s only a year and a half but he’s so lively, you can’t but smile when you see him.

“Daddy! I woke up mommy!”

Harry turns around and sighs when he sees me.

“Ri- I told you not to wake up mummy, remember?”

Riley frowns and tears up a little. Harry sighs once again, turns off the burner and moves the pan to the back burner before turning around.

“It’s okay lovie, but remember, sometimes mummy needs to sleep. Remember how she’s been gone because of work? She was really sleepy and she got home pretty late last night…”

“Baby it’s okay. I slept great and I feel fine. C’mere bug, it’s okay.”

I kneel down and Riley runs over to me, flinging herself in my arms.

“It’s okay, love bug. Know one is mad at you. Right daddy?”

Harry smiles and nods. He fixes his hold of Jude before he walks over to us and kneels to my level.

“Sorry love, I just-.”

I kiss his cheek and shake my head, smiling.

“I know, and I appreciate you for doing that. But I feel fine. I missed you and I missed the kids… I didn’t want to be gone so long, especially because of our anniversary but work just kind of got out of control-.”

Harry pecks my lips and takes my free hand in his, squeezing it.

“I know, my love, I know. But you’re home. And I have so much planned for tonight, I just need to take the kids to mum’s-.”

“I love that you made so many big plans, I do… But- Can we maybe keeps the kids tonight? Do our anniversary dinner another night..?”

Harry smiles and nods.

“Of course. I know better after 6 years of marriage and 2 years of dating that you hate fancy restaurants for special occasions. I was going to cook your favorite and we were just gonna stay in and do- things…”

I laugh and shake my head.

“Last I checked, this is our anniversary, not just mine. Do I have any more say in what we do?”

He laughs and nods.

“Well, go ahead Mrs. Styles. What did you have in mind?”

Harry sets Jude in his lap and he crawls over to me with a drooly, toothy smile. I take him into my arms so I now have both my babies in my lap.

“I want a day with all my babies. Like we used to before we both went back to work…”

He smile and nods, before he pulls out his phone. He makes a quick call and just like that, we have a day full of family time. We go to all of our family places, and for the first time in a while, everything felt… normal. We spend the morning at the kid’s favorite interactive museum and then get some lunch before hitting the park. The kids manage to exhaust themselves so we take them home and put them down to nap. Normally, Riley doesn’t nap but she doesn’t sleep the greatest when Harry or I have to travel for work, so we decided to let her sleep.

We set them down in the tent in their playroom, and before I leave the room, I see Jude cuddle up to Riley and my heart melts. I snap a quick picture and fix their blanket to cover them more before I leave the room. I walk out to the living room to see Harry on the couch, his legs propped up on the davenport as he scrolls the the channels. I sit down next to him and curl up next to him, kicking my shoes off so I can curl my knees up. Harry wraps an arm around my shoulder and pulls me close before pressing a kiss to my head.

“They’re out cold. Jude was cuddling Ri when I left and I kid you not H, I almost cried.”

He laughs a little and sighs.

“Missed you lover, we all did. But it was nice getting some one on one time with them. I tried getting Ri to sleep in her bed but she wasn’t having it. She missed you. Always cried after you hung up at bedtime. But mum came over and had a tea party with her. They managed to get Jude to join them but of course, that lead to them fighting over crowns and then he demolished the tea party in his dragon costume.”

I snort and shake my head.

“Of course he did. He’d live in that thing if he could.”

We cuddle and after about an hour, the kids wake up. We play in the backyard and have a nice, family dinner. After bath time, the kids are off to bed. As expected, Riley demands I read her a story and tuck her in, leaving Harry to handle Jude.

“Mommy, read more!”

I sigh and give her a small smile.

“Just one more, bug. Then it’s bed time. Now what are we reading?”

She gives me her normal sneaky smile before dropping her bombshell on me.

“Tell me how you and daddy met!”

I sigh and shake my head with a smile.

“Okay, okay fine.”

I lay down next to her, pulling her close as she snuggles up to me.

“So it was a little over 9 years ago. I was on something that you could call an adventure-.”

“Like Bluey mommy?”

I smile and nod.

“Yes, my love. Like Bluey. Anyways, I was on an adventure. I took a break from work and I decided to travel. I couldn’t pick where I wanted to go, so Papa booked me a flight for somewhere. A whole different country! My first day there, I visited this small coffee shop by my hotel and there’s where I met daddy. He was behind me in line and we ended up talking, and the rest, my sweet girl, is history.”

She giggles and cuddles up to me.

“And then you got married and then I was born? And then Jude?”

Before I can respond, Harry’s voice rings through the room.

“That’s right, lovie. And they’ve been the best years of my life.”

Harry’s leaning against the doorway, smiling with his arms folded. He walks over to the small bed and sits down at the edge of the bed.

“Daddy, were you happy?”

He smiles and leans down, pressing a soft kiss to her head before sitting back up.

“Very. Mummy is my best friend and I love her very much. And she gave me you and your brother. Our little family is all I’ve ever wanted and I wouldn’t trade it for the world. Now how about we get some shut eye, little miss? You’ve got a big day tomorrow. You’re going to nana’s!”

She smiles and giggles, nodding before she shuts her eyes. I place a kiss to her cheek and she smiles before turning her back to me to face the wall. I get up from the bed and walk out of the room with Harry, quietly closing the door.

We walk upstairs and start our nighttime routine, smiling at each other as we enjoy the silence. We get into bed and I cuddle up to Harry, who pulls me in his arms. We lay there quietly for a minute until Harry speaks up.

“6 years, how crazy is that?”

I laugh and cuddle up to him.

“They’ve been good to us though. I love you more and more each day. And you know? I can’t wait to see what the next six years bring us.”

He lifts me up and lays me on top of him so I see his smiling face.

“I was thinking… How would you feel about trying for another?”

My eyes widen in shock.

“Baby? H, Jude isn’t even 2!”

“But he’s walking and by the time the baby is born, he will be! Lover, please!”

He pouts and gives me his puppy dog eyes. I sigh and peck his lips.

“Fine, fine. I give in.”

He smiles and pecks my lips.

“Did you have a good anniversary, Lover?”

I smile and nod.

“I did, I really did. It was perfect. Thank you, H.”

He nods before his eyes widen and he lifts me off of him, rushing out of bed and into the closet. He comes back a moment later with a medium sized box, wrapped in blue ribbon. My eyes widen and I frown.

“Harry! I thought we agreed no presents!”

He gives me a weak smile and hands me the box anyways.

“I know… but I couldn’t resist!”

I smile and reach into my nightstand, and pull out a small box before handing into him.

“Neither could I.”

He laughs and pecks my lips. We open our gifts at the same time, but I’m more anxious to see his reaction.

“A locket?”

“With me and the kids in it… I have an old coworker who designs them now so.. I designed one and he made it. That way, when you have to go and you get overwhelmed and can’t call… You’ll still have us.”

He tears up and puts it on before bending down to my level and pulling me into a kiss.

“I love it, Y/N. I really do.”

I smile and wipe his tears before pecking his lips again. He then grabs my present off the bed and hands it to me, gesturing me to open it. I sigh and open it slowly. Inside, is a finished brown box, seemingly to be a music box. I open into and tear up at the sound.

“It’s our song…”

He smiles and nudges his head to the box.

“Keep looking.”

I open it more and as a general music box has, there’s a figure inside dancing. But based on the immense detail, it looks like Harry and I on our wedding day. The box is littered with pictures of us with the kids and some with just us. I tear up and set the box down, pulling him into a hug.

He laughs and hugs me tight, pressing a kiss to the side of my head.

“It’s perfect…”

Harry smiles and opens the box, placing it on the bed before he lifts me up and pulls me into his arms.

“Dance with me.”

I laugh and nod, laying my head on his chest as he holds me and we slowly sway. After a few minutes, I readjust and wrap my arms around his neck, our foreheads resting against each other as he softly whispers to me.”

“Darling you’re my, my, my, Lover.”

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Stars Around My Scars: Part I

Summary: Y/N and Harry meet by chance on the street and Harry just so happens to be Y/N's longtime crush. Sparks fly between the two but there's just one problem... Harry has a girlfriend. Featuring our favourite 1D boys and soft Harry <3

Word Count: >1k (super short to set up the story) Warnings: none

Based off this ask

"Liam you forgot the candles!” 

“They weren’t on the list Y/N.”

“But it’s a PARTY, of course we need candles?!”  Y/N rolls her eyes at her roommate who sits unbothered on the couch, stuck in the latest round of whatever new game he had bought.

 “They. Weren’t. On. The. List.”

 “Ok. Fine.” Y/N sucks in a deep breath before grabbing her keys. “I’ll go get them. You’re lucky we still have time before the party tomorrow.” 

Liam groans in response and Y/N rolls her eyes again before heading to the store. Party planning is not for the weak. She isn’t quite sure why she’s taken on such a large responsibility especially because it’s Niall’s 30th so she can’t mess it up. But he’s one of her best friends so obviously she had to throw him a party. And then her idea of a small gathering spiralled out of control and now it’s a surprise party with over 100 guests. It’s not like Liam and Louis have been much help because well… Liam would rather be doing anything else than helping her plan the decor and Louis can’t keep a secret to save his life so he doesn’t even know about the party. Y/N has over a million things to prepare before tomorrow and getting these candles was definitely not on her to do list for the day. 

She rushes out of her car and into the party store, grabbing the first packet she sees, pays for them and rushes back out to her car. However in her rush, (and due to the fact that she was looking at her phone) she slams into someone. Hard. Said someone grunts softly at the impact before reaching out a hand to steady her.

“Oh my goodness, I am so sorry I wasn’t looking where I was going, I didn’t mean to- holy shit.” 

“No worries love. You alright?” The man in front of her smiles, making sure she’s regained her footing before gently letting go of her. 

“Oh I’m fine… it’s just. Well. You’re Harry Styles.” Y/N can hardly believe her eyes. Her first thought is that his eyes are even greener in person. Her second thought is that he’s even more attractive in person and that’s saying something because he was pretty damn good looking in his pictures. And in the posters Y/N used to have (still has) on her wall. 

“That would be me. You look really familiar love. Have we met?” His voice is low and slightly raspy and it sends a flurry of butterflies to Y/N’s core. 

“Um well no. But I’m Liam’s roommate so maybe you might have seen a picture of me on his instagram or something? It’s really lovely to meet you. You’re… taller than I imagined.” Y/N wants to die. It’s like she’s forgotten how words work all of a sudden because her childhood crush is standing right in front of her and he’s smiling at her like that and Y/N doesn’t really remember how to breathe either. 

“You’ve imagined?” He sends a smirk her way and Y/N’s knees almost give out. 

“I didn’t mean it like that.” She blushes and Harry chuckles at how flustered she is. 

“Well anyway, it’s nice to properly meet you… I’m so sorry love, I don’t remember your name.” He winces as if it’s something he should have committed to memory. 

“Oh. It’s Y/N.” 

“Y/N! That’s right. Pretty name.” He tests it on his tongue and she shivers slightly. Y/N decides she only wants Harry to say her name from now on. It certainly sounds pretty coming off his lips. 

“The boys mentioned you were living in LA? What brings you to London? Just visiting or…?” 

“I’ve moved back actually. I bought a new place and my uh girlfriend and I just moved in a few days ago.” He runs a hand through his hair and Y/N can’t place the slightly sheepish expression on his face. Girlfriend. Of course he has a girlfriend. He’s Harry fucking Styles. She’s probably a model, Y/N thinks to herself. Blonde, skinny, legs for days. 

“Oh that’s… wow. I’m sure the guys will be thrilled to catch up with you. I’ll have to let them know I saw you.” Y/N offers him a weak smile. She isn’t exactly sure what she was hoping for. For him to fall in love with her on the street and whisk her off to his apartment to have his way with her? Actually that’s exactly what she was hoping for. 

“I’m throwing Niall a surprise birthday party.” She blurts out, filling the silence. 

“Oh really? It’s his 30th yeah?” 

“Yeah it is. You should come. If you like. No pressure. You could bring your girlfriend?” 

“Sure we’d love to. It’ll be nice to see the guys again.” Harry perks up at the invitation. 

“I’ll get your number off Liam and text you the details if that’s ok?” 

“Nah, I’ll give it to you now. I’ll surprise all of them by showing up.” He pulls his phone out of his pocket. He rattles off his number and Y/N quickly enters it into her phone before sending him a text so he has her number too. They say their goodbyes and Y/N finally makes it to her car, sitting in silence in slight disbelief as to what just happened. She’s staring, slightly dazed out of the window when her phone buzzes.

 (1:05pm) Harry: Send me the details! Lovely to meet you :) 

Harry Styles is texting her. 15 year old Y/N would have passed out by now and current Y/N isn’t really sure she’s got function in her limbs.

A/N: This is something just to tide you guys over until I can get part 2 of obsession out!! My laptop died on me so it's taking me a bit longer I'm afraid. BUT I adore you all for loving that series so much, and I hope you enjoy the start of this 😘

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chapter four - 9k words

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LAST MONTH

The rugby game rang through the apartment walls as I sat on my couch working through my third glass of Guinness; my head buzz strong. Mitch, Pauli and Chase had all gone out for drinks, but I wanted nothing more than to just relax at home. The game was almost over, and sleep was creeping over my body when I heard a knock from my door.

My brows furrowed at the sound, turning to look over my shoulder. I wasn't expecting anyone tonight, it was much too late for a food delivery service. Lowering the volume on the tv, I wondered if maybe the knock was meant for the neighbor until it came again on my door. Placing the beer down on the small side table, I pushed off the couch and walked over, peering into the peephole. There stood Bentley, mascara clear down her cheeks, her hair in a messy bun.

I quickly unlocked the door, prying it open taking in my beautiful mess, "Benny baby, what's wrong. Come 'ere." I pulled her gently towards me, closing the door behind her, "What are you doing here so late, love?"

She sniffled, swallowing back tears, "I drank too much at home, and I didn't want to be alone. I wanted to be here…with you."

Her words drove electricity throughout my body, my head nodding, unable to form words as her hands came up to my face, holding it, caressing it softly, "You're too good to me, you know that?"

"No, sweet Benny, I'm only the right amount of good to ya. The good you deserve," I cooed, trying to soothe her pain. She nodded softly, taking me in, inhaling deeply as she leaned in and kissed me hard. Kissed me feverishly. My hands moved to instantly grasp onto her, pulling her close as my lips kissed hers back.

My mind clicked into protective mode, reminding me she was drunk, I wasn't far behind, "Fuck," I breathed out as I pushed away from her, biting my lip and shaking my head, "Benny baby, your drunk. I'm intoxicated. We ca—…”

“…—we can. I'm not…I came here. I wanted to be here, with you. God, please Niall, I just don't want to think, please, I want to just be here with you," she begged so desperately I gave into all of my senses. My lips crashing back into her, hands tapping the backs of her thighs, instructing her to jump into my hold.

She did, wrapping her legs around me, hips pushing into mine, driving blood straight to my prick. I no longer had the self control I needed to stop this, and I didn't care. I moved us quickly into the bedroom, it was like the dream bubble could burst at any given second and I didn't want it to.

I sat down on my bed, her legs bent on either side of me, gripping onto my sides with her thighs. Her weight felt so good pushing down on my hardened cock, her moans letting me know she was feeling the same. She rocked her hips on me, my hands moving to grip onto her hips, helping with her movements.

"Mmm, so good f'me, feels so good, Ben," I whimpered against her lips, her head nodding.

"Bet it's even better with no clothes on," she giggled onto my lips, the most pure giggle driving heat through my body. God, this couldn't be real. I would wake up tomorrow and it would be a dirty wet dream.

"Smart mind, Benny, smart mind," I said, biting her lower lip softly before standing up and laying her down on the bed. I broke our kiss to strip myself free of my clothes, leaving just my briefs, my cock tight in them. My hands grabbed at the band of her leggings, fingers slipping under them and her underwear peeling them off her legs.

My breath left me as I watched her spread her legs on my bed, her folds glistening in her arousal. Arousal that was there for me, and just me.

"Fuck me, Bentley Rose, you're such a lovely sight," I said, hooking my arms under her thighs and bringing her to the edge of the bed as I lowered down onto my knees in front of her. My lips kissed and sucked on her soft inner thighs, traveling to her wet middle, open mouthed kisses pressing into her clit, down her slit, on her entrance.

I let my tongue travel inside her, pulsing in and out of her as she squirmed under me, legs struggling to stay open as I slipped it out, running it up to her clit, circling with the tip of it.

"Oh dear god, Niall, fu-uck," she breathed out as I continued to eat her out like she was the last meal I would ever have. I pulled away to breathe, my two fingers slipping inside her, curling to her spongey g spot, earning me the sexiest shudder from her, moans spilling out for me.

"You're so wet for me, Benny baby, so needy," I groaned, my other hand reaching under her cropped tee, pulling down at her bra, exposing her beautiful tits, feeling for her nipples and letting my fingers wrap around them, tugging at them.

"Niall, please, god please I want to feel you," she moaned, her eyes burning into my soul, panting as my fingers moved faster in her, her walls pulsing around them, her arousal dripping down my fingers.

"You will baby, come f'me first okay? Let me get you warmed up for me, okay?" I hummed, lowering myself back to her clit, my tongue flicking against it, fingers moving at a steady pace inside her. Her thighs began to squeeze against my head, suffocating me in a place I would gladly go in.

"Fuck, please, please, oh god Niall, yes," her back arched against me, my hand moving off her tit to push her legs apart, as she began coming, her arousal coating my mouth and chin completely. I enjoyed every bit of her taste, lapping up every bit of it helping her ride out her high.

Slipping my fingers out of her, I traced them up her body, pushing her shirt up with them until they landed on her bottom lip, letting them slip into her mouth, her tongue welcoming them willingly. She was a fucking seductive dream, a dream that had your heart completely without even knowing how much you needed it.

"Take off your shirt, Ben," I demanded, moving quickly to find a damn condom, something I didn't think I would need anytime soon. Especially not with her. Walking back over, she laid, resting back on her elbows, her beautiful tits on full display for me, "Fucking hell you're so beautiful."

Placing one knee on the bed, I began to open up the condom wrapper as she sat up further, her delicate hands wrapping around my length, making my head fall back, a groan vibrating in my throat before it managed to escape.

"I want you to feel so good, Niall. I wanna be good for you too," she said, blissed out eyes meeting mine as I brought my head back straight. I moved her hands, nodding, slipping the condom on my cock.

"Oh you are more than good to me, I promise," I breathed, crawling on top of her, pressing my lips to hers. I wanted to engrave the memory of them forever in my mind, just in case I never found myself here with her again. Lining the tip of my cock up with her entrance, I rubbed against her opening, teasing her clit. She was still sensitive, her soft whimpers letting me know it was the case. I let my arms wrap around her as I slipped in, just the tip moving in and out of her tight cunt, walls needing little adjusting after making her come before.

She moved her lips to kiss along my face, my jawline and neck, moaning soft each time I pushed further in until I completely bottomed out, her teeth across my skin, "God" the only word she breathed out. Thousands of dirty things and positions came to my mind, ways I wanted to bend and pull her body, fuck her so good she blissed out to another universe.

But everything was slow with her, everything moved in a way where I thought I would never be closer to her. Her chocolate brown eyes peeked up at me, arms wrapping around my body pulling me closer to her. Our hips moved towards each other in sync, moving away with trembling movements only to be met again in bliss. I wasn't going to last long, not like this, not when the woman I was desperately and foolishly falling in love with was this close to me.

I moved my hands to either side of her head, using them to stabilize me over her, thrusting harder into her, "God you feel so good, Ben. A bloody dream, love."

Her nails dug into my skin, her walls flutter around me making every bit of me cover in chills. I felt her squeeze me deeper into her, her warmth intensifying my need for a release. Knots forming along my stomach and lower back, tightening with pleasure I couldn't even imagine.

"Niall, please don't stop, I'm so-so close," she strutted, her eyes searching mine for her release. My left hand moved down between us, my fingers moving on her clit, rolling quickly on it to help her get there as I was barely hanging on.

"Yes, please, oh, Niall, fu-uck. I'm…” I felt her legs clench around me, her arousal dripping down between us as she came. My climax quickly followed, warm ribbons shooting into the condom. Our bodies shifted closer to each other, clinging on as we came down from the high we just brought for each other.

My lips tumbled over her face, pressing into her cheeks and nose. Tracing over her lips. She smiled into the kiss, pecking soft kisses until I couldn't help but chuckle. She inhaled through her nose, letting out a soft breath, my body shifting to pull out of her, both of us groaning at the sensation.

I rolled over on the bed next to her, slipping the condom off, tying it and lazily searching for the packaging until I found it, stuffing the used condom in. I turned to her, pulling her into me, "I'll clean you up right now, I promise, just, five more minutes."

"Mm, I'll give you ten," she said softly, her face nuzzled into my chest, her fingers tugging softly on my chest hairs.

"Make it twenty," I kept playing at it.

"Shut up, Niall Horan. Just shh," she kissed my chest, her breath slowing as we laid quietly. We never moved from this spot, we never cleaned up.

And I didn't care. I didn't care at all.

Saturday came by quicker than I hoped, and every part of me was crawling in anxiety. Everything Niall had done to prep me for tonight seemed so small now, my heart constantly feeling like it was sliding up into my throat to kill me. Inhaling deeply, I looked in my closet mirror, taking myself in. I untucked my shirt, immediately hating how that looked and tying up the end into a knot to crop it - which I only hated even more.

Pulling out the knot I groaned, turning and falling onto my bed, completely frustrated and nervous, "I'm not going. I refuse."

The bed dipped, a strong smell of cigarettes and vanilla quickly calming my nerves, "Yes you are honey bee."

I turned my head in the direction of Louis' voice, inhaling deeply, "You didn't knock."

"I was gentle," he smirked, making me chuckle.

"You were. Lou, what if they hate me? What if they don't want anything to do with me anymore?" I squeezed my eyes close, turning my face back into the bed.

I felt his finger softly run through my hair, massaging my neck gently, just like how he always used to soothe me, "Bentley, they have been begging for you to make an appearance. They miss having you around, want to just make sure you're okay."

"I feel like my stomach is going to explode from the amount of knots I have right now. Niall will be here soon, my outfit isn't working, I haven't done my makeup, I have half my extensions in…”I rolled on my back covering my face.

"Bee, you used to wake up late for work more times than anyone I know and somehow still made it on time. If anyone can get their shit together, it's you. Now get up, and get ready. The outfit looked better with the shirt tucked. So see, I solved that, now get, go go," he said, tickling my sides causing me to squeal and quickly shoot up.

"Okay! Okay! I'm going," I laughed through my breaths, shaking my head at him. Tucking in my shirt as I made my way over to my vanity, I sat on my big white chair, starting to work through the rest of my hair. Louis and I didn't say much to each other the entire time I got ready, just soft glances exchanged through the mirror. Made me wonder multiple times if I was going crazy, if he really was there, but every time I looked over my shoulder, there he was.

Fifteen minutes later, a knock came from the front door, Niall arriving just in time as always. I didn't even get a chance to say bye to Louis, when I turned, he was just gone. It made my chest clench just a little, reminding me of the times we would race to the door, see who got there first. Loser having to tell Niall a bluff, get him riled up for no reason other than to just tease him. Another knock followed by the doorbell quickly followed and I sighed out, patting my thighs before getting up and heading to the living room. I quickly opened the door, and there stood Niall, a fluffy light blue cardigan, plain white tee and his favorite khaki pants on. He looked freshly shaven, but the usual stubborn facial hair around his chin. I couldn't help but smile at him instantly, his warmness radiating off his skin, embracing me with no touch.

"You look good, Ben," he blushed slightly, messing up his hair slightly.

I bit my lip, shaking my head, eyes drifting down to my feet, "Thanks, Niall. I'm nervous as hell. You might have to carry me out of here."

He moved through the threshold, lifting my chin gently, "Nope. I'll hold your hand and we will walk out together. You'll be fine, because you are strong and ready.

Swallowing, I nodded a bit, turning to find my combat boots to slip on, "Do we need change for the machines? I haven't been to that bar in a while, I can't remember."

"I'll get some there. Don't worry about that. Did you want to grab a bite before we head over? Just in case you're too nervous to eat?" He offered as I slipped on my boots, lacing them up and moving to find my purse and keys.

"Nope. If I really am strong and ready, I have to go through the whole thing. Plus, chewing is a great excuse for not being able to talk. Mouth full and speaking? So rude, I could never," I shrugged playfully, slipping my bag on my shoulder. Niall gave me a soft eye roll, making me laugh as we made our way out the door. I locked up and soon we were on our way.

The bar wasn't too far from my house, so we chose to walk there - which also helped calm my nerves. Niall held my hand the entire time, his thumb gently caressing the back of my hand. I watched him do it, trusting him to guide us around people, my mind hanging onto the idea of him. What if he was the one Louis was here to bring me closer too?

What if in some twisted way, my mom was even right? All this happened, because I was destined to be with Niall. I squeezed my eyes shut, shaking my head, bringing my attention back in front of me. I could feel Niall's gaze on me, a soft squeeze from his hand made me turn to look at him again.

"You okay, Ben?" He said softly, his bright blue eyes something I could get lost in if I let myself.

"Yeah, just, crazy I really have avoided this for so long. Like, I forgot how much I loved bear hugs from Mitch, and Pauli, how they can make me laugh with their zingy one liners. And then Chase, well he's Chase," I shrugged making us both burst into laughter.

"You know, I think Lou was the only one that would tame Chase with just one single look. Just daggers straight at him, and Chase would fix himself instantly!" Niall said, pretending to draw lines from his eyes to me.

"That's just because he always thinks with his penis! His dick dicktates his life choices," I laughed, Niall pulling me into him as he laughed. I wrapped my arms around him as we walked.

"Did I tell you he tried to hit on Marlee?" he said, as I pushed away a little bit, eyes wide.

"He had just met her!"

He nodded, "I know, but thankfully she can really hold her own. It didn't even phase her. She walked away like nothing, you should have seen his face."

I rolled my eyes, "Typical. I just hope he doesn't try with me again. I might just kick him in the nads."

"Just give me a head up, let me record that please."

The rest of the walk was spent in small conversation and before I knew it, we were at the bar entrance, the pings of gaming machines and laughter of other patrons spilling out the door. I swallowed, running my tongue along my cheek, "Well, time to get this over with."

Niall kissed the top of my head, whispering against it, "You got this. They are your friends, I'm here, and I betcha Louis is right by your side supporting you."

I froze a bit, my own secret making my blood run cold for a moment. Looking over to the side nobody stood at, I wondered if Louis was around. I knew he said he wouldn't be nosy, or interfere, but I couldn't help but wonder. Gathering myself, I looked up at Niall, nodding before we made our way inside.

We pushed through people, Niall interlocking his fingers in mine, leading the way. We moved to the set of booths in the back, my heart beating so loud I soon heard it in my ears, taking out the sound of everything else. I saw my friends over Niall's shoulder, I heard their muted yells of his name. Everything was moving slow until I felt Mitch wrapping his arms around me, lifting me up in the air and spinning me around.

"B. Rose! Oh my gosh I fucking missed you," I heard him say as I came too, realizing I was laughing as he put me down, arms instantly wrapped tight around him.

"Mitchy boy, oh god you still smell the same," I heard myself say, but there wasn't any judgment from Mitch, just another embrace.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the ninth wonder of the world, Bentley Rose," Pauli shouted behind us, tackling Mitch and I, hugging me from behind.

"Pauli, oh, I'm turning to pure mush," I said, my eyes watering slightly. I looked at them both, wondering why Chase hadn't approached yet. "Hey douche? Are you too good for me or something?"

"For you baby, I'm perfectly made." I heard Chase say, appearing in my vision and kissing my nose making me go cross-eyed and teasing him, my tongue sticking out.

"Glad to see you're still disgusting as ever," I said, breaking free from Mitch and Pauli, hugging Chase.

Pushing back I took in all three of my boys, feeling Niall's hands on both of my shoulders, massaging them gently. I leaned back into him, his arms wrapping around my neck as my head rested on his shoulder.

"You can't disappear again, B. Look, we get it, okay? And we aren't going to discuss it tonight, but just know we get it. Our ears have the same functionality as Niallers. Well, expect Chase. His for some reason hear "fuck me" in between each common phrase, but Pauli and I, we got you," Mitch said so sincerely, Chase shooting him a glare that made us all burst into laughter.

"I know. And…I won't disappear. I just…I can't promise consistency right now. Maybe I'll think different by the end of the night, but right now, that's all I can give. Right now, all I can handle is…meeting your new girl and this Harry guy Niall keeps talking about. That's all I can handle right now."

My best friends looked at each other then back at me and nodded. Pauli reached for my hands, pulling me out of Niall's hold and towards them, "And that's all you'll have to worry about tonight. Sarah, is lovely, and Harry is a shy one, but he fits right in. Marlee too, she’s Harry—…”

“…—best friend. Yeah I met her while I was at the mall with Niall. She was sweet, which makes it a bit easier. Already got that greeting out of the way, you know?" I shrugged, Pauli nodding.

"Why don't you let me get you a beer, you all go make sure our booth doesn't get stolen. Mitch just got off the phone with Sarah, she met up with Harry and Marlee, so they should be here shortly," Pauli said, squeezing my hand before turning on their heels and heading towards the bar.

Chase and Mitch moved to the booth they were previously sitting at, Niall pulling me back against him. I felt his breath on my neck, a soft whisper, "See, I told ya, easy."

I turned my body around, locking eyes with him, a big smile on my face. Niall was the best part of me these past months, shining even brighter tonight. I reached my hand up, placing it gently on his left cheek.

"Thank you, Niall. Really. I don't know how I'll ever fully thank you for how you've built me up these past months. I'm here because of you. And I know they all think they have ears as good as yours, but it's just cause they haven't gotten an up close look at these babies," I giggled, tugging softly on his left earlobe.

"No one has ears as cute as these, there is no comparison," I teased slightly, earning me a blush from him that made my heart warm in ways I had never experienced before. It was like my mother and Louis tagged teamed to invade my mind and ran a streamline of heat and nerves straight to my heart and gut. Like all of a sudden, Niall was a different version of himself that my brain used to refuse to accept.

Someone I could have feelings for.

"Can you two stop being weird and come sit down at the booth? You know people like to take over if they see the space!" Chase called out, breaking me from the moment I was having. Niall chuckled, gently placing his hand on my lower back and leading me to the booth. We slipped opposite of Chase and Mitch, my hand reaching out to squeeze Mitch's arm.

"So tell me about your new girl! Niall said her name is Sarah. What's she like?" I smiled, Mitch suddenly shy, an emotion I didn't think was possible from him. I watched as his eyes glanced around, suddenly brightening up.

"What if I just show you instead," he said, pointing with his chin. Bringing my gaze over to where he directed me, I caught a glimpse of Marlee, and next to her was a tall slender woman, hair in a ponytail, bangs framing her eyes. She was dressed in high waisted pants and a cute crop, funky earrings on both her earlobes. She was exactly the type of girl I always pictured Mitch to be with. I watched her and Marlee interact, a clear friendship already starting there that made my stomach ache in nerves and jealousy. I hated making friends with girls, it was so hard for me, and the idea they were already getting along so well made me nervous at trying to fit in.

Yet soon my own anxious thoughts were put to an end, when behind the girls, there he was. Walking in with the same long hair and eyes that still played both blue and green to me. I felt my body stiffen slightly as the three of them walked in our direction, my eyes quickly shifting down.

"Holy shit," I breathed out, Niall instantly glancing at me.

"What's wrong, Ben?" He whispered, my eyes glancing to him.

"That's the guy. The chocolate croissant guy. From Posh," I bit my lip, sinking slightly in my seat as they got closer to us.

"Harry? Harry's the cute meet?" He raised an eyebrow.

"Meet cute, Niall - and yes. That's him."

"Hey everyone!" I heard Marlee call out, her voice I learned was always going to be so distinct, "Oh my gosh, Bentley, you look great!"

My eyes shot up in shock that she was addressing me so directly, but at the quick glimpse of her warm smile, I felt slight relief. I smiled, Chase interrupting me before I could speak.

"Wait, you know B?" His face was so flustered, causing me to chuckle a bit.

"I bumped into her and Niall at the mall. Harry almost did too, but he left literally right before I turned the corner and bumped into them," she explained at Chase, like it was no big deal.

"And it turns out Harry and Bentley have also met too," Niall started, my head quickly whipping in his direction. With eyes wide, I tried to communicate with him to hush, but as always, he ignored me.

"We have?" I heard the British accent, as he fully stepped into the small circle they had formed around the booth. Our eyes locked, they were definitely green, a soft smile forming on his lips, "Oh, croissant girl."

A laugh escaped my lips, nodding a bit, "I prefer matcha girl, but that works too."

I watched as he turned to Marlee, "It's no drama girl."

"Oh, wait…really?" She said, and for some reason, her demeanor seemed to change. She glanced over at me, then back at Harry.

"I feel like I'm missing something here?" Sarah said, narrowing her eyes at Mitch.

"We ran into each other, at the little market cafe place under where I live. We both were craving a chocolate croissant apparently," Harry smirked, running his ring clad fingers through his hair.

"Wait…at Posh?" Mitch said, raising an eyebrow as Pauli approached with three beers.

"Who went to Posh?" Pauli asked, placing the beers down on the table, sliding one to me.

"Uh, I did," I said, suddenly feeling uneasy as all my friends turned to look at me. It was like they were all asking so many questions with their eyes, shocked expressions trying to remain hidden on their faces.

"And then she met Harry, seems like the world meant it for all of us to be friends. That seems like a pretty swell deal if you ask me. But if you also ask me, I'll tell you I'm starvin'," Niall quickly interjected, saving me as always.

I knew the shock they felt knowing I had gone into Posh, none of us went in there since Louis. We all avoided it at all cost, each with our own trauma with that place. Harry seemed to catch on to the sudden shift in mood, playing along with Niall's remarks.

"I'm starved too, I'm sure you know Niall. Girl best friends and getting ready, dreadful waiting times," he pushed his shoulder into Marlee's arm, earning him a glare.

"Right, because someone doesn't spend hours on their hair," she said with a head tilt, Harry narrowing his eyes.

I chuckled, looking over at Niall, "Sounds like someone I know, with less hair for that matter."

"Listen, these gorgeous Irish locks need moisture, conditioning and shine, okay?" Niall said, making Mitch snicker.

We all started laughing, the tension fully melting away. Mitch kicked me softly under the table, winking at me, "Alright, let's start with wings for the table? Mixed flavors, ranch and blue cheese?"

"As long as we get fries and onion rings, I'm golden," Pauli smiled, making room for everyone to slide into the booth. Everyone had settled into their place, Mitch ordering food for the table. Harry had somehow ended up straight across from me, both of us at the ends, his long legs extending and touching the bottoms of my boots. I ignored that I was aware of this, turning to Niall glaring at him softly.

He chuckled and leaned in, whispering, "I figured if I broke the ice for ya, you wouldn't have an excuse to play dumb and make things awkward for yourself."

"You're so considerate," I rolled my eyes, turning to my beer before taking a long chug. It tasted like pumpkin, a surprise for this time of the year.

"Pauli? How? Tastes like pumpkin Sam Adams" I said, leaning forward to catch their eye.

"We found a fake, they make it year round and got Lance to set up a draft. I knew you would enjoy it," he held up his glass to which I reached over and cheered, sipping more of it.

"But does it actually taste like pumpkin?" Harry asked, my eyes drifting to him.

I licked lips nodding, "It does surprisingly, here give it a go."

Reaching across the table he took the beer from me as I handed it to him, our eyes locked on each other's as he took a sip. He clicked his tongue on the roof of his mouth after swallowing, nodding, "That's pretty spectacular. It's like a bitter pumpkin, not sweet and overpowering."

"I feel like pumpkin is a chosen taste," Marlee added, scrunching her nose a bit to show her distaste.

"Oh, I agree. I love it in muffins and even a good tea, but a latte? I can't get away from it quickly enough," I chuckled a bit, taking my beer back from Harry as he smiled at me.

"I can get on board with that statement," He said, wiping his lips with his thumb.

"You've never even had a pumpkin muffin," Marlee said, eyes narrowed the tiniest bit.

"I can just imagine they aren't as sweet as a latte. I've tried a pumpkin chai with you, your favorite but they are so nasty to me. Too sweet," he stuck his tongue out at her, his statement making her previous reactions slightly confusing to me.

"Mmm, yeah, guess so," she said quickly, turning to Sarah and Mitch's conversation. Harry and I glanced at each other, a small shrug from him, which I returned.

We didn't interact much the rest of dinner, Harry clearly noticing something off with Marlee's statement and Chase keeping me busy with his rollercoaster love life - that always ended with him being alone.

The wings came and we all dug in, plates being passed around the booth. Without anyone bringing too much attention to it, I learned my friends kept our tradition of cheersing our wings before we ate them - something Louis had started.

"For Louis."

It rang over the table, echoed by the rest of us as we tapped our wings before taking our first bites. I sat in silence for the rest of it. My eyes danced across all my friends, old and new. I watched the different ways everyone ate their wings, something Louis and I used to go into great discussion about. I bit my lip, looking down at my own, watching myself rip off the chicken from the wing and popping it in my mouth.

"Still eating them like a bird," I heard Louis start, his presence soon near me, his smell. I started to turn towards him, his voice quickly stopping me, "No, just keep eating, I just wanted to tell you I'm proud of you, bumble bee. You're doing a good job and yes, Marlee is off, but you'll be friends. You'll see."

I felt his lips press a kiss onto the top of my head and soon, he was gone. I glanced over quickly to where I thought he would be, but of course, like in reality, he was gone.

—

"I'm going to the bathroom, will you be fine?" Niall asked, his eyes gently searching mine. We had all finished up dinner, deciding to start playing some games, each of us breaking apart into small little groups. I had been out of it since Louis popped up, Niall obviously noticing and making sure the both of us could escape for a bit.

"Yeah. I'm going to just play the coin game, get us some tickets," I smiled, pointing at it with my head. I had always loved that game, Louis and I had it down to a perfect played out routine. We knew exactly what slot to drop the token in to get the quarters to drop right where we wanted them. We always left with the biggest prizes because of it.

Niall chucked, nodding, "Alright, I'll come find you."

I nodded, watching him walk away before making my way over to the machine. Reaching into my crossbody, I pulled out the last couple of tokens I had stored away specifically for this game, swiping the point card to keep track of my tickets. Analyzing the current set up, I eyed what areas the coins were about to fall and what areas had the least. I decided to go with the obvious first, moving the slider and dropping the token in so it hit at the bottom right. The machine kept shoveling the mixture of quarters and token forward until it knocked down a couple just like I had hoped. I stuck my tongue in my cheek to hide my excitement, feeling slightly embarrassed at how happy it made me.

"You know, I always wondered why people willingly played this game," I heard a voice I now instantly knew was Harry's say. My head turned over my shoulder, seeing him standing there, a jean jacket on his body covered in different pins, hands behind his back as his right foot seemed to draw a pattern on the floor.

Chuckling, I shrugged, looking back at the game in front of me, "Um, I think some people just like the little bits of logic hidden behind it. The chance of it. It's kinda like life if you think about it. We add layers to things, both good and bad, and the end result is those layers eventually getting knocked down to reveal something wonderful or completely tragic."

I heard as his footsteps lead him to my side, his vanilla musk was so strong, making my insides flip from how easily I felt drawn to it. It was like half of Louis, minus the cigarette scent. "That's an interesting way of viewing it, and I guess like life, you get to choose the obvious or build upon the one that doesn't look like it has enough layers yet."

"Mhm, exactly like that," I said, dropping another token in, this time no quarters falling to give me tickets. I pulled out another, turning to him and holding it out in his direction, "Wanna give it a go?"

He looked at it hesitantly, before taking it and turning to the game. His free hand moved up to his lower lip, pinching it between his fingers as he seemed to analyze what his move would be. His brows moved his face into a serious glare, almost making him look angry, and I couldn't help but chuckle softly. His evergreen eyes shifted over to me, face softened instantly as a crescent of his dimple appeared in his cheek.

"You seem to really know what you're doing, I can't embarrass myself on the first try," he licked his lip and I shook my head.

"No move is wrong or right, remember, like life. It's just, a little bump in the road or another move forward," smiling at each other, he nodded in response, lining up where he wanted the quarter to drop, slipping the token in. We watched it drop to the bottom, from the tiny cheer gesture of his hand I knew it landed exactly where he wanted. I was taken by surprise when it knocked down a giant section of the quarter wall, all from landing in the perfect middle spot.

"See! I told you! You nailed it on the first try! I'll remember to give you your fair part of the ticket prize," I smiled, as he reached into his back pocket, pulling out a token of his own and making another move, that wasn't as fruitful, but could be after a few more were dropped in.

"Mmm, you can keep it. Marlee and I know how to rig the skee ball machine to win extra tickets, so, we always end up with more than we actually need," he smirked a bit at me, my eyebrow raised, genuinely intrigued.

"What do you mean by rig it?" I said, leaning on the machine and crossing my arms in front of my chest. He looked over in the direction of the skee ball and then back to me. Biting his lip, he reached for my arm, pulling them apart and sliding his hand gently into mine. Our fingers didn't interlock, but he cupped it securely pulling me forward as he started walking toward the game.

"Come on, I'll show you," he said, leading us through the crowds of people. We made it to the machines, hanging back until the one closest to the basketball game was free. He moved quickly to it, pulling me along, the whole time holding my hand. He finally let go, loading in tokens to get it going, swiping his card to keep track of the tickets. As soon as the balls dropped, he pushed his hair back, looking around before reaching to the side of the machine. He fiddled with something for a couple seconds, tongue between his teeth, before he finally accomplished what he wanted, smirking as he stood up and grabbed a ball. He handed it to me, gesturing with his hand for me to throw it.

Narrowing my eyes, I took the ball from him, turning to the game and rolling it up the ramp. The ball jumped up, only making it to the lowest possible point ranking, but on the screen, it reflected as if I made it to the highest. My eyes quickly widened, my head quickly turning to him.

"How did that happen?" I said pointing to it, a chuckle coming from him as he grabbed another ball and rolled it up himself, the ball bouncing up to the middle, but once again increasing by the highest points.

"Magic," he shrugged, my eyes not leaving their narrowed state, "I bet you're the kind that looks at the prizes before you start playing so you know exactly how many tickets to get."

"Maybe," I said, pressing my lips together so tight to stop myself from smiling.

"Maybe?" He tilted his head forward, chuckling.

"And what if I did? And what if I know I need at least 3,000 tickets to get the giant stuffed bee with the cute little wings?" I said, reaching down and grabbing another ball, rolling it up and actually getting the highest this time.

"I say I can get you two," he said, adding more coins to the game, at least three more games worth.

"Bet?" I said playfully, surprised at my willingness to go along with it. He grabbed the two remaining balls, handing me one and keeping the other.

"Oh, bet indeed," he winked before turning and rolling the ball. I followed his lead and soon it became like a giant speed round, each of us taking turns throwing the ball up the ramp. We would laugh as our balls sometimes collided as we threw them at the same time, fighting for the balls as they rolled down to replenish us as the games kept going on.

It was down to the last ball of the last game, both of us fighting over who we get to do the honors, snatching it out of each other's hands, his fingers soon tickling at my waist to try and get it away from me, lifting me up slightly as my feet kicked the air in retaliation. Our laughter was the only thing I could hear until it was quieted down by Niall's concerned voice, anger seemed to be laced through it.

"Bentley! I've been looking damn near everywhere for you. I was starting to get worried," his eyebrows were furrowed, deep lines between them forming. Harry quickly placed me down on the floor, my body straightened up, turning to hand Harry the ball. I inhaled deeply, clearing my throat, I felt embarrassed, slightly ashamed. I hadn't told Niall what I was doing, I hadn't even thought about him. I didn't even know how to address the situation, for some reason I just froze.

It was like everything came flooding back to me, Louis was dead, his ghost was hanging out at my house, Niall was my best friend, who also was obviously in love with me, who I didn't know what my clear feelings for him were; and I had left him hanging for the guy with the long hair that for once just made me - forget.

I swallowed looking back at Harry, then back to Niall, but before I could even speak, Harry did, "Sorry mate, my fault. I dragged her over here, didn't really give her a choice. Uh, um actually, you should throw her the winning roll! With the tickets you two got and the ones we just earned she's going to be able to get two of those stuffed bees she was eyeing."

"Oh. Interesting. Bet you're happy," he said, almost condescending in its tone. He walked over and took the ball from Harry, throwing the ball into its roll up, it landed at the highest scoring slot. He turned back with a smirk on his face, a snicker coming from me, my hand quickly coming to cover my mouth.

Harry's face moved into something resembling a frog only making me burst into a fit of laughter, he quickly joined me leaving Niall clearly more confused, "Did I miss something?" He said looking between the two of us.

"I just lost a bet mate, I was supposed to get the highest score of the night, but you did, and seeing as you are basically an extension of Bentley here, she wins and I lose," he shrugged, pulling out a random bill from his pocket and handing it to me. I tried to maintain my composure, taking the bill from him and slipping it in my back pocket.

"Well, I'm going to go see how many tickets we actually have, um, Bentley, you coming?" He said, almost hopeful, but I knew the right answer right now.

"Here," I reached in my purse, pulling out my points card, and handing it to him, "I'll catch up in a bit."

He smiled small, nodding his head like he understood before turning on his heels and walking away. I bit my lip turning to Niall, his arms were crossed in front of his body, his gaze somewhere away from us.

"Nialler, I'm sorry. I should have let you know where I went. I'm really sorry," I said softly, trying to uncross his arms.

I watched as he pinched his eyes tightly closed inhaling deeply, before lowering his gaze to me. My own met his with big round eyes, eyes I knew would break him instantly, and as he let out the breath he was holding I knew I was right.

"I'm just crazy," he sighed out, my hands reaching up for his face.

"Just over protective that's all, not crazy," I smiled and he nodded.

"So you're getting your bee? A bee for a Benny bee?" He teased slightly, making me chuckle.

I pressed my lips together nodding, "Yes, like a five year old, I am getting the stuffed bumble bee. And I will sleep with it nightly."

"I wouldn't expect anything less. So, you and Harry really are hitting it off huh?" He said, fiddling with his single ring.

"He's easy to talk to, but it really was just the fun of the game. Makes you forget you know?" I assured him, tapping his chin softly.

"Either way, it's a good thing to see. You know? You, smiling, laughing…happy," he licked his lips and tilted my head at him.

"Niall, that's me with you always. Stop being weird," I raised my eyebrows at him, his hands running through his hair.

"It’s just…the way you met him, and how I know your mind works, the ideas you love. And then he was here—…”

“…—Niall, stop. It's my first time around this many people. First time socializing in this way. I'm sure as much as he doesn't know, he also knows and was probably trying to just make this easier on me. I'm not just, magically in love with him because of a circumstance that happened."

"You could be. He ain't an ugly lad, and he's nice on top of it," he said, a shake to his voice.

"But I don't know him. He could be the worst person in private. He could be a dog hater," I said, face with wide eyes.

Niall laughed, shaking his head, "I highly doubt it."

"Plus…you're not an ugly lad, and well, I know you aren't mean, or a dog hater. So I think, I'd rather just get to know you…you know?" I said softly, nerves making my throat dry out.

"Benny, you already know me." He said, as I licked my lower lip, covering my face.

"God, I suck at this," I uncovered my face scrunching my nose at him. "I just mean, maybe I can get to know you in new ways. You know, just like…ways you maybe have hinted at, but have be—…”

"I get it Bentley," he laughed, placing his finger under my chin and bringing my face to look at him, "You mean it?"

"I want to try. I just don't want to lose you. We are so good at pretending things didn't happen…like, you know," I blushed, looking down, "but I don't know if we can pretend if we screw this up….”

He kissed my forehead gently, "Hey. I would pretend you were hideous inside and out if it meant it would help me ignore my feelings and keep you around. Benny, all I've ever wanted is a chance. That's all."

"I just need you to understand, I'm trying to have patience with myself…I'm not trying to rush myself, I'm just trying to…try." I swallowed and he nodded.

"Then let's try together. You and me, figuring it out just like we have been this entire time," he said, my eyes perking up at him, a smile of a clear fool on his face. It felt so foolish, how quickly I got to this point, but Louis was here for a reason - and I needed to know who that reason was.

"Okay, but at my speed? Okay? Who am I kidding everything has been at my speed, just…" I shrugged, throwing my hands up a bit making him laugh.

"It's my favorite kind of speed, my type of joyride," he smiled, peeking up then back at me, "Go get your prize, don't keep Harry waiting longer. I'll be waiting with everyone. Maybe after you and I can head over to my place. Just relax, drink one more beer, talk about trying some more."

I nodded, "Sounds like a plan."

"Hey, I've been looking everywhere for you!" I exclaimed as I found Harry walking around the prize store, a couple things in hand.

"Mar, sorry. I was playing skee ball and lost track of the time," he smiled, holding what looked like two stuffed bumble bees in his arms.

"That's okay, I was with Sarah and Mitch playing a mean game of air hockey, which of course, I completely conquered!" I exclaimed, shaking my hips as I did.

Harry laughed a bit nodding, looking past me, "That's good Mar, wouldn't expect anything less."

I looked over my shoulder to where he was looking, then back at him, "Expecting someone?"

"Oh! I'm sorry Marlee, I'm just keeping an eye out for Bentley. These are hers actually, she won them fair and square so, I want to make sure she gets them before she leaves." He smiled down at the two bees then at me.

"Oh, I didn't realize…You played with her? Skee ball?" I couldn't help the jealousy that twisted in my stomach. Skee ball was our game, our thing, our secret.

"Yeah, she showed me her game so I just thought I would show her mine. You know, it was her first time back with everyone, just wanted to make sure she felt included," he shrugged.

"Right, did you show he—…”

“…—we got two of them?!" I heard Bentley's voice call out from behind me, his attention instantly moving to her.

"Yup! Now you have one for different occasions," he smiled at her as she approached gently, throwing one her way. She caught it with the biggest smile on her face, taking the stuffed animal in before hugging it tight.

"Louis used to call me, bumble bee, so, you know?" She pushed her smile into her left cheek, head tilting in a way that seemed to be the cutest thing and I hated it. Her eyes dropped down to the other one Harry was holding, before moving to hers and back, "Keep the other. They can be friends from afar. We'll schedule visitations," they both chuckled and he looked down at it with the exact smile I hated seeing on him. The smitten smile, shy yet happy, stupid and adorable.

It was a smile that was never meant for me.

"I like that idea. Gotta make sure they stay friends," he nodded, and I knew there was a double meaning to it. I hated knowing my best friend this well - especially at this moment.

"Deal," her eyes moved to me, "Oh, Marlee, I'm so sorry. I got distracted by the stuffed animal. I'm so embarrassed."

"Oh no, don't worry. I get it, that's how I am with cats," I shrugged, putting on my best smile.

"Well, I'm going to find Niall again. Um, thanks for tonight Harry, I had so much fun. Learned new tricks?" Bentley shrugged before turning on her heels, looking around for Niall.

"Uh…um Bentley wait!" Harry called out, taking two large strides towards her. She turned to face him, her eyebrows up at him with her full attention, "I was uh, just wondering if you wanted to walk home with me tonight. I'm guessing we are in the same direction."

My heart dropped into my stomach hearing his words, usually it was us two heading home together, but I guess it wouldn't be the case tonight. There was a soft blush that came on Ben's cheeks, a silence lingering between the two of them that only made me need to look away. Made me feel like I needed to let them have their moment.

"Harry, um, maybe a rain check? I'm actually heading over to Niall's after,…" she said gently to him, my eyes watching only from my peripheral vision.

"No, yeah, duh of course, you came with him, so, duh. Uh, rain check, for sure," he ran his fingers through his hair, twisting them in his usual nervous manner.

She nodded with a shy smile, before awkwardly turning around again and walking away. Harry turned to me while kicking an imaginary something in front of him making me slow clap at him.

"Wow, your vocabulary has never been so deeply rooted in dumb until about two minutes ago," I smirked, because teasing him was the only way I knew how to respond to this.

"Shut it!" He threw the stuffed bee at me, which I quickly caught, looking down at the round thing. I swallowed knowing he would think of her every time he saw it now. I looked up at him throwing it back.

"I know you say you don't have game with the girls, but I never actually believed you until just now," I chuckled a bit, rolling my eyes.

"I wasn't spitting game, I was just trying to be…gentlemanly?" He closed his eyes laughing because he knew it was so stupid of him to say. I hit my lip, trying not to join in, but I couldn't help it. He was my best friend, regardless of how I felt, so his cute mess ups still got to me.

"You think she thinks I'm weird?" He said softly. I wanted to tell him yes. To never try again and just let it be. That she clearly wasn't interested; but that also meant breaking his heart and I couldn't do that.

"No, she walked away blushed, H. Pretty sure she meant it when she said rain check," I smiled small, to which I received a signature cheshire smile in response.

"Well…good. Hmmm," he said walking over, throwing his arm around my shoulder, "You ready to head out?"

I studied his face, knowing I was the second option, knowing he would have left me to walk home alone if she had said yes.

"Yeah. Let's go," it hurt my soul, my ego, but as I inhaled his scent and felt his warmth, I couldn't give any other response but yes.

[sleepwalk-living]

me: i hate self insert and y/n fics so much- they're too intimate for a parasocial relationship and cross too many boundaries. SO cringey and kinda gross.

niall: im making fun of my fans for partaking in fanfiction by reading this self insert fic for cringe and comedic purposes.

me:

[panye]

fic post: take me back, take me back

Niall Horan/Shawn Mendes | Explicit | 32k

“Jesus fuckin’ Christ,” Niall says. He puts his head between his hands. “How is this happening?” “I didn’t want to say anything,” Harry says. “I wanted you to figure it out on your own.” “You think I like Shawn, too?” Niall asks and he’s shocked. “If anyone is supposed to tell me that I’m gay it’s supposed to be my gay best friend!” Or, Niall invites his new friend Shawn to Zayn and Liam's three-day wedding in Napa Valley, California. He gets way more than he expected.

A fic for @onedirectionbigbang with creative by @haztobegood

[harrywavycurly]

Hi Sarah so this is more so for my own personal enjoyment but also I know you’re a One Direction girlie so can I ask for some conversations between Eddie or Joe and you about them?🥹🥺💕💕

Hiiii babes!! It’s like you just knew I was just walking down One Direction memory lane😭 so for comedic purposes I went with Eddie so naturally just act like this is modern times😂 enjoy this babes and just know this kinda hurt because I miss them😩💖

*Eddie loves how deeply you love a British/Irish “boyband” even if he has no clue who is who*

“Wait so they used to have another member? Did he get kicked out?” “Kicked out? No he left.” “Was it the long haired one?” “That’s Harry. No the one who left is Zayn. You like his stuff remember?” “Uhhh so who’s the blonde one then?” “That’s Niall he’s the Irish one. It’s easy to remember the only Irish one is also the only blonde one.” “It’s not natural though right? His hair?” “Eddie…” “Right. That’s not important.”

“Damn they played football stadiums?” “Yeah they’re a massive band Eddie not just Metallica and Ozzy can fill stadiums.” “I never doubted their success sweetheart just kind of shocked. They don’t even play instruments.” “Niall plays the guitar.” “What do the rest do?” “What do you mean?” “If Niall is the guitarist then what do the other dudes do? Just dance around?” “Why are you saying it like that? Like singing and entertaining the crowd isn’t good enough? They have to play instruments as well?” “Uh…I just thought they were a band? So like one of them played the drums and the other the bass or some shit that’s all.” “They aren’t that type of band Edward.” “Don’t get upset sweetheart I’m sorry.”

“That’s Harry.” “Damn he is inked up.” “He got a tattoo on live television once. I thought it was going to be Niall but then again everyone knew Harry wouldn’t have let Niall do it since he’s afraid of needles and doesn’t have any tattoos.” “A tattoo on live television? Not gonna lie that’s kinda badass.” “He is actually a giant dork but yeah you can think he’s badass if you want.” “Wait he’s the one that has that song about watermelon right? Thats the same guy?” “Yes that’s Harry Styles.” “No fucking way is that the same guy.” “It is. I swear, he just cut his hair.” “I don’t believe you.” “Eddie look at his tattoos they are the same because he’s the same person. Harry from One Direction is Harry Styles.” “Holy shit.”

“Baby I love you with every fiber of my soul but can we please put something else on.” “No it’s One Direction’s Birthday.” “Their what?” “It’s the day they debuted as a band. It’s their birthday so we have to listen to their music all day it’s the rules.” “Can we at least put on that one album I like? The one with the song about staying up late?” “Made in the A.M? No that’s the last album Eddie we have to listen to it in order.” “Jesus how many did they make?” “There’s five albums in total.” “And what number album is this?” “Two, it’s Take Me Home.” “God it’s gonna be a long day.”

“So they got formed on a like competition show?” “Yes they got put together as a group because they weren’t doing too well individually.” “So who got picked first?” “What?” “Who like got picked for the group first? Isn’t that the one that normally is the front man?” “Uh well if you really must know it was Niall.” “The blonde one? Really?” “Does that shock you?” “No no he’s talented as hell I was just assuming it was like Harry or something.” “Nope it was good ole Niall James Horan.” “Good for him.”

“Who’s your favorite?” “What did you just ask me?” “I mean there were five of them so who did you like the most?” “You can’t ask me that.” “Why?” “That’s like picking a favorite child Eddie I can’t answer that.” “It was Harry right? You liked the long hair didn’t you?” “No…” “Liam?” “What? No.” “Oh it was Niall wasn’t it baby?” “Eddie…” “Oh yeah it was Niall.” “You’re so annoying.” “Is it the accent? The hair? The fact he plays guitar?” “I love them all.” “Whatever you say baby. Whatever you say.”

“Baby? Why are you crying?” “I fucking miss them.” “Miss who sweetheart?” “The boys.” “The boys?….oh princess why do you do this to yourself? You know watching old videos of them makes you sad.” “Because I miss seeing them together and I miss their jokes.” “Come here, it’s going to be okay. You’ll get to see them again.” “You think so? I don’t know anymore.” “Of course. I mean if anything it’ll be a nice money grab if they do a little reunion tour or something.” “Eddie…” “Sorry sorry. But yeah they might get together again. They looked like they had fun in the band.” “I just miss them.” “I know you do baby. It’s going to be okay. We get to see uh Neil? Is that his name? We get to see him next year on that one show you watch about singers.” “It’s Niall…” “damn I always fuck that up.” “Will you cuddle and watch funny One Direction moments videos with me for a little while?” “Sure baby but only for a bit then I’m cutting you off.”

[horansqueen]

Babygirl

OU - FLUFF (rated T)

Niall lost the girl he loves back in 2014, right before starting 1D’s last tour. When Louis invites him to a Christmas party 5 years later, he never thought he’d see her again. And she’s not alone. She brought her daughter with her… HIS daughter. Now, Niall has to reorganize his life to add a kid in it, and it’s not an easy task to achieve. It takes a good dose of patience, a small dose of humility and lots, lots of love.

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Part 13 (coming soon)

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[justmeinatree]

Made Of Something New

Summary : you meet niall in your hotel bar. and there’s an intense connection.

Story TW : this is a cheating fic (not on you, but none the less). almost all chapters are smut heavy. there is also occasional drug use. each part will have it’s appropriate warnings.

A/N : i want to preface this story by reminding everyone that it is just that, a story. no one is named or described, aside from niall & reader. you can imagine virtually everyone as you so please, or not at all, there’s honestly no importance placed on any character that isn’t niall & reader. enjoy ✌️

Intro

Canada

UK

Mexico

Italy

Sweden

Telephone

Ireland

USA

Home

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Extra Chapters :

Italy, night 2

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Main Masterlist

[walkingintheheartbreaksatellite]

Sky High(1)

(Harry Styles x Fem!Reader)

Summary: You take Harry to do something he never would have thought he’d do.

A/N: In honor of Balloon Fiesta season(aka my fav time of year) ITS TIME FOR BALLOONRRY! This has literally been spinning around in my brain since last December so yeah… enjoy.

Warnings: Judgmental family member, mentions of body shaming(only once), fear of heights, mentions of traumatic childhood and abusive parent (not in detail), Mentioned aged gap but not specified.

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London, Wednesday

Harry smiles as he shuffles around the house, throwing things in his suitcase.

“Hey Harry, don’t pack your puffer-.”

“Y/N, you said it was gonna be cold and that I should expect snow!”

“Yes but- your puffer is cotton. Which can catch on fire. And we’ll be operating a propane burner. And don’t pack your wool gloves either-. You know what, finish packing your clothes and then we’ll go get you everything else. I need new gloves anyways.”

He rolls his eyes and kisses my forehead before turning back to our dresser.

This year, Harry is joining me for a hot air balloon rally that I crew for with some of my family every year. I have never seen him more excited for something so boring.

After he finishes, he drags me out the door immediately and we head down to the shops.

“We need to go to Workwear. They should have everything.”

He nods and grips my hand as we walk down the chilly streets. Harry grabs the door and we head inside. Harry bites his lip, a bit reluctant at his unfamiliar atmosphere.

“Come on, dork. Let’s go find you a jacket.”

I manage to find a nylon and polyester jacket that he’s satisfied with, though he complains that he’d rather his puffer.

“I know- you can pack it but you can’t wear it when we’re crewing or Bob will never let us hear the end of it.”

I grab a few pairs of nylon gloves before dragging him over to the shoes.

“Boots, love? Really?”

I snort and nod my head.

“We’re carrying heavy equipment. Your Vans won’t work. You could drop something and seriously hurt your foot. Hence the steel-toed boots. And they’ll keep you warm. Trust me.”

He nods and we head to the checkout, excitement rushing through us at our week ahead.

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Thursday

As soon as we land in Albuquerque, we quickly pick up our bags and our rental car before getting on the road. We get settled on the highway and Harry turns on cruise control, taking my hand in his while driving with the other. My hands start to shake more and I sigh.

“You’re shaking Y/N. Why are you shaking?”

I let out another sigh and I look at him.

“My father might be there… And my brother and sister. You haven’t met them… And honestly I don’t really talk to them. So I guess I’m just nervous. And you’ve never met my granny or her husband- And since you’re helping crew for Andrew… I don’t know… Just a lot going on.”

He lifts my hand up and kisses the back of it before he squeezes it. His eyes remain on the road but his words make me tear up.

“I know you’re not particularly looking forward to all of that- But I’m here. I’m always here. And your mum. You know she won’t let him do anything to you. I will be the perfect Angel that I always am-.”

I snort and he gives me a playful side eye.

“As I was saying- everything will be just fine. Okay? So let’s have fun. I’m definitely excited. And happy to see your mum again.”

He smiles and squeezes my hand again before turning his attention back to the road. After about 2 hours, Harry gets off at the exit and it only takes us a minute to get to our hotel. He parks next to my mom’s car and we get out. She gets out of her car and rushes over to Harry, pulling him into a hug as he laughs and smiles.

“Oh my god, Harry! I’ve missed you! Look at you! You look great!”

He laughs and hugs my mom back for a minute before they pull away.

“I’m great, Kelly. How are you?”

She nods and gives him a smile before she pulls me into a hug as well.

“Hi my babies.”

I smile and hug her, rolling my eyes at Harry as he laughs.

“Hi mama.”

She pulls away and shoves her hands in her pockets.

“You both doing okay? Taking care of each other? You look good but you know I worry.”

I smile and nod.

“We’re fine. Harry is very excited.”

Harry nods and wraps an arm around my waist, his smile clear as day. We stand by the car, talking to my mom for a few minutes when my grandmother pulls up. Her husband gets out of the truck and gets her walker out, setting it up as she gets out. Not ready to face her, I drag Harry inside to check in and get our room keys.

We collect our keys and walk up the stairs to our room.

“Love, I really don’t think you need to avoid her-.”

“You know how frustrating she is! The woman flat out told me when I was 16 that it was my fault that my mother was depressed! Because somehow I could control who she slept with to create me!”

He wraps his arms around me and kisses my head.

“I know love, I know. But you know your mum won’t let her do anything. Did you pack your meds?”

I huff and just shrug. He holds me for a minute, rubbing my back before he decides we need to go downstairs and get our bags. He drags me down the stairs and out to the car where, surprise surprise, my grandmother is. I elect to ignore her, opening the back to start grabbing bags. My mom pulls us over to them as I huff in frustration.

“Mom, this is Harry, Y/N’s boyfriend. Harry, this is my mom, May and her husband Andrew. You’ll meet Bob later. He’ll be crewing with us.”

Harry shakes my granny’s hand as well as Andrew’s when my grandmother adverts her gaze to me.

“Sweetie, what did I say about all that eating you do? It’s not good for your figure. I mean look at you-. And did you get that job I sent you the link to?”

I sigh and shake my head, squeezing Harry’s hand to calm me down before answering her.

“Granny, that job was in Arizona. I live in London, remember? And I have a job. I work at a publishing firm, remember? And I like it.”

Before she can say respond, Andrew interrupts her.

“How about we all get settled in our rooms? We’ll meet back here in the parking lot at 6:30 to go check in?”

We all nod and head inside. Before we enter our room, my mom puts her hand on my shoulder, and I turn to face her.

“You two go ahead and have to time with each other for the night. We don’t all need to go to check in and I know you’re not exactly ready to see him. I’ll text you what time we need to meet in the morning.”

Harry smiles and hugs my mom and I let out a heavy sigh.

“Thank you, Kelly. I’ll take care of our girl. She’ll be fine.”

My mom kisses my forehead and squeezes my shoulder before she heads into her room and disappears behind the door. Harry pulls me into our room and pulls me into a tight hug as soon as the door closes. He rubs my back and I let out a sigh.

“How about we go on a walk after we get settled in love? Think that would help? Or are you in the stuff your face with sweets until you pass out kind of mood?”

I shake my head as I hang up my jacket.

“I’m actually in the take a hot shower and then cuddle with my hot boyfriend until I fall asleep kind of mood.”

Harry flashes me a bright smile and hugs me as he hangs up his jacket.

“You take your shower. I’ll run to the vending machines and get some sweets. When you’re done, we can head to bed.”

He kisses my forehead and leaves the room. I grab some sweats and a soft top before heading into the shower.

By the time I’m done, my hair in a wet braid and teeth brushed as I walk out in my soft clothes, Harry is already in bed, scrolling on his phone. He looks up and smiles, pecking my lips softly when I get into bed.

“Your sweets are in the fridge, let me brush my teeth and I’ll turn the light out.”

I nod and curl up into bed as I wait for him. Not 5 minutes, he’s back in bed, pulling me close before he turns out the light.

“Are you gonna be okay, love? You’ve been tense since we got here.”

I sigh and bury my head in his chest.

“I’m nervous… And honestly I haven’t been feeling that well lately so maybe that’s just not helping. And with the stress of seeing him, and of course my granny, I guess I’ve just been a little off. But I’m really glad you’re here… I’m excited for you to meet my sister. She’s a-.”

“A pain in the ass, you’ve mentioned.”

“But you’ll like her! We fought a lot when we were kids of course but we got closer in high school. You’ll love her!”

He laughs and squeezes me tight.

“I could never love anyone as much as I love you. But I’m sure she’s great. Just keep thinking of all the positives, remember? You love this town, you love this time of year, don’t let them take that excitement from you. And I am very excited to experience this with you. Now let’s get some sleep, okay?”

I smile and curl up into his arms before slowly falling asleep.

Friday 05:30

So put your best face on everybody

Pretend you know this song everybody

Come hang (Come hang)

Let's go out with a bang!

Bang! Bang! Bang!-

I wake up to my alarm going off as I feel butterfly kisses on my cheeks. I wake up to see Harry, planting soft kisses all over my face before he smiles when he sees I’m awake.

“Time to get up, love. We have to be downstairs in 30 minutes.”

I groan and wrap my arms around his neck as I sigh.

“Can you just tell them I died or something? Or better yet we both did? I don’t want to go into the cold… I wanna stay here and cuddle.”

He laughs and shakes his head, pecking my lips before he pulls me up.

“Well, your mum is bringing coffee in like 10 minutes so you have to be alive if you want some of that. Because I do.”

I laugh and shake my head as I get up from the bed, pulling clothes out of my bag before I start to change. Harry and I are quickly dressed by the time my mom knocks on the door and Harry happily accepts the coffee.

The second I smell it, I get nauseous and I run to the toilet, throwing up. I hear Harry sigh and he comes into the bathroom, throwing my hair up in a clip before he starts to rub my back. I throw up a few minutes before I flush, slowly standing up so I can rinse and brush my teeth.

From the corner of my eye, I see my mom with a worried expression on her face.

“How long has that been going on, Y/N/N?”

I shrug and wipe my mouth, turning out the bathroom light before fixing my hair quickly.

“A couple weeks I guess. I’m never running a temp so I figured they were just random waves of nausea.”

She sighs and shakes her head.

“I think you should take a test.”

My eyes widen and I look at her.

“You think I could be-.”

Harry and I share a look, one filled with anxiety.

My mom only nods and rubs my back in comfort.

“When we come back after breakfast, I’ll go get you a few tests and you can take them and we’ll go from there, okay? Just try not to stress about it.”

We only nod and she leaves only a minute after. Harry lays back down and holds his arms open to me and I immediately lay in his arms, holding back tears.

“What are we-.”

“Shhh. Everything will be just fine, love. No matter what. If you’re pregnant, we’ll handle it. And if not… maybe it’s just not the right time. Either way, I’m not going anywhere. We will figure this out. Together.”

He kisses my head and rubs my back as we lay there for a few more minutes before we finally head out to the parking lot. We all hop into the van, the vehicle filled with silence as we make the small journey to the lift off field. After about 10 minutes, Andrew parks the van and gets out, meeting Bob outside so the can attend the pilot’s meeting. Harry squeezes my hand and gives me an anxious look.

“So… we just wait? I thought we would all be getting out and that’s when the hard work starts.”

My mom and I laugh and I shake my head before I peck his cheek.

“No, there’s always. Just a little waiting. They have about a 30 minute pilot meeting to determine whether or not we can fly. Based on the wind, I don’t think that’s gonna happen. Right now, if we flew, we’d flop around and lose control.”

He laughs and nods. As expected, when they come back from the meeting, we aren’t able to fly. Andrew makes the decision to head to breakfast rather than still inflating like most were doing, even though we couldn’t fly. We pull into the parking lot of an almost empty diner and finally get out of the van. We eat breakfast, Harry and I sharing a plate since I really wasn’t in the mood to eat much.

The minute we get back to the hotel, my mom runs to her car and takes off, no doubt to go buy me tests. After about 20 minutes, she comes back with a knock on our door. She hands me the bag and I let out a shaky sigh.

“I’m sure you know how to use these… I’ll give you two some space. Call me if you need me sweet girl.”

She kisses my forehead and squeezes Harry’s shoulder before leaving the room. We’re quiet for a few minutes before Harry sits next to me on the bed, taking my hand in his, squeezing it before he raises our joint hands to his lips, softly kissing the back of my hand.

“I meant what I said, Y/N. No matter what the results are… we’re gonna be okay.”

I sigh and start to tear up.

“Are we even ready for this-.”

He sighs and puts a finger on my lips, silencing me.

“We’ll figure it out love. Just like we have with everything else. Alright? Now go take those tests. We can cuddle when you finish and we’ll wait for the results.”

I sigh and stand up, taking the tests into the bathroom. I take all 4 and place them on the counter, letting out a shaky sigh. I wash my hands and take a quiet minute to myself before opening the door and flinging myself on the bed and into Harry’s arms, causing him to laugh. Harry sets a timer on his phone before he puts it back on the nightstand and cuddles close to me, kissing my head.

“Are you hoping for certain results…?”

Harry is quiet for a minute before he turns to me with a small smile.

“Well… If you are pregnant… I would be extremely happy. I mean we’ve been together for 3 years and we live together. And besides… I want a little you… I’ve thought about it on and off… And maybe that can happen now. If you’re not… I don’t know… Maybe it’s something we could talk about? I mean… obviously I’m not getting younger despite how hot and young the girl next to me is…”

I laugh and nudge him playfully as he laughs and hugs me. He pecks little kisses all over my face before he starts to tickle me. He towers over me, determined to tickle more, but is interrupted by the timer on his phone going off. My face pales and we both sit up. He turns off the timer and we sit quietly for a minute before Harry speaks up.

“We’ll do it together…”

He takes my hand and pulls me up before he walks to the bathroom. We share a look and nod in agreement before looking at the tests. Positive. All positive. I turn to him, tears in my eyes, as are his as he quickly pulls me into his arms and hold me tight. After a minute, he pulls away and kisses me passionately as he holds me close. When we pull away for air, we share a small laugh and he hugs me once again.

“God I just- We’re having a baby! I love you! We need to call mum! And Gem! We need-!”

I laugh and shake my head.

“Let’s try to find some onesies here… Maybe we can surprise them. But we should go tell my mom since- of course she knows and she’s probably dying to know.”

He laughs and nods. We leave our hotel room and head over to my mom’s room, softly knocking on the door. She opens it and immediately lets us in.

“We’ll…?!”

We laugh and she glares at me.

“Okay okay… I’m pregnant. We’re having a baby.”

She tears up and hugs the both of us tightly.

“I’m gonna be a grandma again!!!”

I shush her and put my finger on her lips to shut her up.

“Hush! There’s people here we don’t want knowing!”

She nods and I remove my finger. Her phone pings and she picks it up, reading it before she looks up at us.

“Your grandmother wants to go shopping and Andrew wants to know if you guys are going to dinner tonight.”

Harry and I share a look and I sigh, falling back into his arms with a groan.

“Tell them we’re still jet lagged. I don’t want to deal with her tonight.”

She laughs and nods, hugging the both of us before she leaves our room. For the rest of the night, we cuddle and talk a little about the baby until I finally fall asleep, drifting into my dreams of hoping for a bright beginning.

And in the back of my head, I knew that this weekend was going to be a whirlwind.

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Shallow Love (Niall Horan fanfic) • wip •

Business tycoon Niall and editor of an interior decorating magazine Poppy share a secret that no one else in the world knows about, except for their lawyers, and when they’re both called away for a weekend to celebrate the life of a late friend, their relationship is tested in ways they thought didn’t exist between them anymore.

Because the number one reason why marriages never last is a failure to communicate and now, snowed in and sharing one room, the now divorced couple have a lot of time to communicate everything they’re feeling.

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Enemies to Lovers, Second Chance Romance, and One Bed tropes all rolled into one angsty, smutty fic about secrets being hard to keep and second chances, even if it is too late.

Table of Contents:

The Beginning:

Part One

The Arrival:

Part One | Part Two | Part Three

The Funeral:

Part One | Part Two | Part Three

The Breaking Point:

Part One | Part Two | Part Three

The Conversation:

Part One

The Departure:

Part One | Part Two | Part Three

The Decision:

Part One

The End:

Part One