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Gotta Be You - Part 1

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As Liam’s little sister you’ve always looked up to him—he’s your protector, your biggest supporter, and your closest friend. When Liam joins One Direction and catapults into fame, he invites you to join his world, hoping it’ll help you find your own path. But instead, you find Niall. From the moment you meet him, there’s a spark, a connection you can’t ignore. Yet Liam has one unyielding rule: none of his bandmates can date you. With hearts tangled and loyalties tested, will you and Niall find a way to your happy ending?

Tags: Niall x reader, Liam x sister!reader, slow burn, angst, mutual pining, forbidden love

Part 2 | Part 3 - coming soon

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You’ve always been proud to be a Payne. Growing up as the youngest sibling in a family of four kids, you found yourself constantly navigating the spaces between your two older sisters and your brother, Liam. While your sisters were off doing their own thing—school, jobs, and their social lives—it was Liam you stuck to like glue.

There was always something special about him. Even when you were kids, you knew he was different—his love for music, his talent, his determination to succeed. You’d sit on the floor of your shared living room, watching him practice for hours, and when he’d finally take a break, he’d playfully mess up your hair and tell you stories about the kind of career he dreamed of having.

You’d admired him for it. Music was something you’d always loved too, but you didn’t have his drive. While Liam chased his dreams relentlessly, you kept your passion tucked away, unsure how to make something of it. So, when he auditioned for The X Factor for a second time and landed a spot in One Direction, you weren’t surprised. You were ecstatic for him, of course, but part of you also felt a quiet pang of envy, a longing for the kind of confidence and purpose he had.

And then he gave you a chance. After the band’s success skyrocketed, Liam noticed how stuck you felt, unsure of your own path. He suggested you come along whenever possible—on tour, to shows, behind the scenes—so you could get exposure to the music world, learn the ropes, and figure out where you might fit.

That’s how you ended up here, on the cusp of One Direction’s first tour, standing in the hallway of a rehearsal room with Liam at your side. Your official “job” is a bit vague—personal assistant, helper, an all-rounder for whatever the band or crew might need—but to you, it’s more than just work. It’s an opportunity to prove yourself, to finally step into a world you’ve always dreamed about.

“Ready?” Liam’s voice pulls you out of your thoughts. His hand is steady on your shoulder, his presence as familiar and grounding as ever.

You nod, nerves prickling at the edges of your resolve. “Yeah.”

“You’ll be fine,” he says, but there’s a warning edge in his tone. “Just—remember what I said. They’re good lads, but—”

“—but they’re lads. Got it,” you interrupt, rolling your eyes.

His smile widens, but his protectiveness is clear. No matter how much older you’ve gotten, Liam still treats you like the same little sister who used to trail after him in the backyard in Wolverhampton. You want to tell him you can handle yourself, but instead, you let him push open the door.

He smirks and gives your shoulder a squeeze. “Alright, let’s go.”

The door creaks open, and the sound of laughter and faint guitar chords spills into the hallway. Inside, the boys are scattered across the room, and for a moment, all you can do is stare. It’s surreal seeing them like this—actually seeing them, not just hearing about them through Liam or watching them on TV.

Harry’s the first one you notice, all curls and dimples, lounging sideways on the worn sofa with one leg draped over the armrest. His signature mop of brown curls is slightly disheveled, falling over his forehead, and his green eyes sparkle with mischief as he jokes with Louis. He’s wearing a black t-shirt and skinny jeans that make him look even younger than his 17 years, but there’s something about his easy confidence that’s magnetic.

Next to him, Louis is perched on the armrest, animated and full of energy. His brown hair is swept to the side in its trademark messy-but-styled way, and his smile is wide, almost boyish, as he throws out some sarcastic remark that has Harry in stitches. He’s in a striped t-shirt and red chinos, looking every bit the cheeky troublemaker Liam warned you about.

Zayn sits further back, leaning against the wall with his phone in hand, his dark eyes focused on the screen. His black hair is perfectly coiffed, the short sides blending into the longer strands on top, and he’s dressed in a simple hoodie and jeans that give him an effortlessly cool edge. Even sitting quietly, there’s a certain intensity about him, like he’s taking in everything without saying a word.

Then there’s Niall.

He’s cross-legged on the floor with a guitar balanced against his knee, his blond hair a little shaggy, sticking out at odd angles like he’s been running his hands through it. He wears a polo shirt and jeans, and there’s a boyishness to him that instantly softens his sharp blue eyes. He’s the only one not talking, his focus on the guitar as his fingers strum a few chords absently.

“Alright, lads,” Liam announces, his voice cutting through the room as he guides you inside. Instantly, all their eyes turn to you, and you feel heat rush to your cheeks under the sudden attention.

“This is my little sister,” Liam continues, his tone making it clear he’s laying down the law before anyone can even speak.

“Little sister?” Louis echoes, his grin widening as he hops off the armrest. “How little are we talking here?”

“She’s sixteen,” Liam answers quickly, his voice firm.

Louis raises his eyebrows, glancing at you like you’re some sort of rare specimen. “Sixteen! Someone alert the crew—we’ll need to order more juice boxes!”

Harry snorts, standing up and crossing the room to you. “Don’t mind him,” he says, his hand outstretched. “He’s just bitter because you’re already taller than him.”

You laugh nervously and shake his hand. “Nice to meet you.”

“Welcome to the chaos,” Harry says warmly, his grin making you feel just a little less nervous.

Louis steps up next, bowing dramatically. “Louis Tomlinson, at your service,” he says, though his teasing grin undermines any actual sincerity.

“Nice to meet you,” you reply, trying to keep up with his energy.

“You’ll regret saying that,” Zayn quips from his spot against the wall, his voice low and dry. He sets his phone down and walks over, offering you a quiet smile. “Zayn. Good to meet you.”

You nod, a little taken aback by how calm he seems compared to the others. “You too.”

Finally, it’s Niall’s turn. He stands up, brushing his hands on his jeans before offering you one. Up close, you notice the freckles dusted across his cheeks and nose, a stark contrast to the pale blue of his eyes.

“I’m Niall,” he says simply, his voice tinged with an Irish lilt that makes your chest flutter unexpectedly.

You shake his hand, his grip warm and firm but not overwhelming. “It’s nice to meet you.”

“She’s just a kid, Niall,” Liam interjects, his voice sharp.

Your cheeks burn as you pull your hand back, and Niall glances at Liam with a raised eyebrow before stepping away.

“I didn’t say anything,” he replies lightly, but there’s a flicker of something in his expression—something that makes your stomach twist.

Louis claps his hands together, breaking the tension. “Alright, Baby Payne, welcome to the circus. Don’t let Liam boss you around too much. He’s no fun.”

You manage a laugh, grateful for the distraction, but as the boys settle back into their easy camaraderie, you can’t help but notice the way Niall’s gaze lingers on you for just a moment longer before he picks up his guitar again.

It’s subtle, fleeting, but it’s enough to leave a strange, unfamiliar weight in your chest.

You follow Liam to the corner of the room as he starts explaining your first tasks, but you find it hard to focus. Your attention keeps drifting back to Niall, to the softness in his eyes and the quiet energy that seems to surround him.

You’ve just met him, and yet, something about him pulls at you, tugging at the edges of your thoughts. And judging by the sharp edge in Liam’s voice whenever Niall so much as looks your way, you get the feeling this tour is going to be a lot more complicated than you expected.

...

The weeks on tour pass in a blur, and you’ve found yourself slipping into a comfortable rhythm. You’ve gotten to know the crew, figured out how to keep Liam from getting too stressed, and discovered that there’s never a dull moment when you’re surrounded by the boys.

Harry’s teasing keeps you on your toes, Louis’s antics always bring a laugh, Zayn’s quiet humor sneaks up on you when you least expect it, and Niall—well, you try not to think about him too much. Except you do, all the time.

There’s something about him—the way he’s always humming a tune, the way his laugh lights up a room, the quiet moments when he seems lost in his own world with a guitar in hand. You tell yourself it’s just admiration, just a harmless crush. But then he’ll smile at you, soft and warm, and it feels like the air gets heavier.

One evening, after a long day of travel and sound checks, you find yourself alone in the backstage lounge. The hum of distant voices echoes down the hallway, but the room itself is still and quiet. Someone left an acoustic guitar leaning against the couch, and you pick it up, letting your fingers trail over the strings.

You’ve always wanted to learn, but it’s one of those things you’ve never had the time—or the courage—to pursue. You strum a few random notes, cringing at the sound but smiling anyway.

“You’re holding it wrong.”

The familiar Irish lilt startles you, and you look up to see Niall standing in the doorway, his hands shoved into his hoodie pockets and a faint smirk tugging at his lips.

“I’m just messing around,” you say, your cheeks heating up.

“You’ve been saying you want to learn,” he points out, stepping inside. “How about I teach you?”

Your heart skips. “Really? You don’t have to—”

“I want to,” he says simply, his eyes meeting yours. “C’mon, scoot over.”

You shift to one side of the couch, and he sits beside you, close enough that his knee brushes against yours. His presence feels larger than life, even in the quiet of the room, and you swallow hard as he reaches for the guitar.

“Here,” he says, adjusting it in your hands. His fingers are rough but careful as they guide yours into place on the fretboard. “Press here—no, a little higher—yeah, just like that. Now strum.”

The chord rings out, clearer than before, and you can’t help but grin. “Hey, that’s not terrible.”

He laughs softly, the sound low and warm. “See? Told you it’s not so hard. Just gotta practice.”

For the next few minutes, he walks you through the basics, his voice steady and patient as he shows you how to hold the strings and transition between chords. His hands brush against yours more than once, and every time, it feels like your heart might just give out.

At one point, he leans in closer, his breath warm against your ear as he murmurs, “Try pressing a bit harder—there, like that.”

You glance at him, your faces inches apart, and suddenly the air feels charged. His gaze flickers to yours, and for a moment, it’s like the rest of the world disappears.

“You’re a good teacher,” you manage to say, your voice quieter than you intended.

His lips twitch into a smile, but there’s something softer, almost hesitant, in his expression. “You’re a good student.”

The sound of muffled laughter breaks the moment. Niall straightens up just as the door bursts open, and Louis, Harry, and Liam spill inside, clearly mid-joke.

“What’s going on here?” Louis asks, his grin widening as he takes in the scene. “Private guitar lessons, huh?”

“Very private,” Harry adds, raising an eyebrow.

Your face burns as you fumble to set the guitar down. “We were just—”

Liam steps forward, his protective big-brother mode kicking in immediately. His eyes narrow as they dart between you and Niall. “What’s going on here?” he repeats, his tone less teasing than Louis’s.

“She’s learning guitar,” Niall says, his voice easy but a little quieter than usual. He scratches the back of his neck, clearly picking up on Liam’s mood.

Liam crosses his arms, his stance firm. “Since when do you give private lessons, Niall?”

“Liam,” you interject, your voice tinged with exasperation, “it’s not a big deal. He was just helping me.”

“Helping, huh?” Liam’s tone softens slightly as he glances at you, but the protective edge doesn’t leave his expression.

“She’s a natural,” Niall offers with a small smile, trying to ease the tension.

“Right,” Liam says, his tone flat. “Well, I think we’ve all had enough downtime. Don’t you, Niall?”

The unspoken message hangs heavy in the air. Niall nods, his gaze flicking to yours for a brief moment before he steps away. “Yeah. I’ll, uh, catch you later.”

He disappears into the hallway with Harry and Louis trailing behind, both of them snickering. Liam lingers, his arms still crossed.

“You alright?” he asks, his voice softening as he looks at you.

“Yes, Liam,” you say, unable to keep the irritation out of your tone.

He frowns, his protective instincts clearly at odds with the trust he has in you. “I just don’t want you getting caught up in anything that could distract you from why you’re here.”

You sigh. “I’m fine. Really.”

Liam hesitates, then nods. “Alright. Just… don’t forget I’m looking out for you.”

As he leaves, you sink back onto the couch, your heart still racing. The moment with Niall felt fragile, like it could have been something more if not for the interruption. And now, you can’t help but wonder if he felt it too—or if Liam’s protective streak just made it harder for anything to happen at all.

...

A few months into the tour, life has settled into a rhythm. The long bus rides, chaotic backstage moments, and energy of packed arenas have become second nature to you. You turned 17 just a few weeks ago, and the boys threw you a small, chaotic birthday celebration on the bus.

Liam, of course, went all out—insisting on decorations, a cake, and a heartfelt speech about how proud he is of you. You love your brother fiercely, but his protectiveness hasn’t wavered even as you’ve gotten older. He’s constantly watching, making sure you’re okay, and keeping a particularly close eye whenever you’re around Niall.

Because if there’s one thing that’s changed since the start of the tour, it’s your crush on him. What started as a flicker of admiration has grown into something you can’t ignore. You notice everything about him now—the way his laughter fills a room, the way he loses himself in his guitar, the way he looks at you when he thinks no one else is watching.

Those quiet moments you share have become the highlight of your days. But they’re always careful, always just under the radar. You know Liam wouldn’t approve, and Niall… well, you can’t quite tell how he feels.

Tonight, the hotel is quiet. Everyone has gone to their rooms in the shared suite after another long day, and you’ve slipped out onto the balcony, needing a moment to yourself. The cool night air brushes against your skin, and you let out a slow breath, staring at the twinkling city lights below.

The door behind you creaks open, and you turn to see Niall stepping out. He’s in a hoodie and sweatpants, his hair a little messy, and his blue eyes light up when he sees you.

“Couldn’t sleep?” he asks, leaning casually against the railing beside you.

You shake your head, offering him a small smile. “Too much on my mind.”

“Like what?”

You hesitate, your fingers picking at the hem of your sweatshirt. “I don’t know. Just… this whole tour. Everything. Sometimes it feels like I don’t know what I’m doing or where I fit in.”

Niall’s gaze softens, and he tilts his head toward you. “You’re doing great. Everyone sees it, especially Liam. He doesn’t stop talking about how proud he is of you.”

“That’s Liam, though,” you say with a small laugh. “He’d say that no matter what.”

“Maybe,” Niall says, a grin tugging at his lips. “But I wouldn’t. And I think you’re brilliant.”

The warmth in his voice makes your breath hitch, and for a moment, all you can do is stare at him. The air between you feels heavier now, filled with an unspoken tension that’s been building for weeks.

“You’ve been different lately,” he continues, his voice quieter now. “More confident. It’s… nice to see.”

You swallow hard, your heart pounding in your chest. “I think it’s because of you,” you admit softly, the words spilling out before you can stop them.

His brows lift, surprise flickering across his face. “Me?”

You nod, your cheeks burning. “You make me feel like I can actually do this. Like I’m not just… Liam’s little sister.”

Niall’s expression shifts, something tender and almost vulnerable crossing his features. “You’re not just Liam’s little sister. You’re… you.”

The way he says it makes your chest ache, and suddenly, you can’t look away from him. His gaze dips to your lips for the briefest moment, and when his eyes meet yours again, they’re filled with something you can’t quite name.

He steps closer, his voice barely above a whisper. “Can I…?”

“Yes,” you breathe, your voice trembling with anticipation.

The world seems to stop as he leans in, his hand brushing yours as his lips meet yours. It’s soft and warm, careful in a way that feels achingly sweet. It’s your first kiss, and it’s everything you didn’t know you were waiting for.

Your heart races, your hands gripping the railing for support as he tilts his head slightly, deepening the kiss just enough to make your stomach flutter. When he pulls back, his forehead rests against yours, his breath mingling with yours in the cool night air.

“Was that okay?” he asks, his voice so quiet it’s almost a whisper.

You nod, your cheeks flushed. “It was… perfect.”

He lets out a soft laugh, his hand brushing yours again, lingering this time. “You’re full of surprises, you know that?”

“You’re not so bad yourself,” you reply, a shy smile tugging at your lips.

The door behind you creaks open again, and both of you freeze.

“Y/N?” Liam’s voice cuts through the quiet, and you both pull away instantly, your heart lurching in your chest.

Liam steps onto the balcony, his eyes narrowing as he looks between the two of you. “What’s going on here?”

“Nothing,” you say quickly, your voice a little too high.

“Just talking,” Niall adds, his tone calm but cautious.

Liam’s jaw tightens, and he crosses his arms, clearly not buying it. “It’s late. You should be in your room, Y/N.”

You hesitate, glancing at Niall, whose expression is carefully neutral. “Okay,” you say softly, stepping away from the railing.

As you head inside, Liam stays on the balcony, his protective gaze fixed on Niall. You can feel the tension behind you as you close the door, your fingers brushing against your lips as the memory of the kiss lingers.

As the door shuts behind you, you pause just inside your room, heart pounding as you press your ear to the wall. You know you shouldn’t eavesdrop, but you can’t help yourself. The muffled sound of Liam’s voice reaches you, low and tense.

“What the hell was that, Niall?” Liam’s tone is sharp, leaving no room for interpretation.

There’s a beat of silence before Niall responds, his voice quieter but steady. “I kissed her.”

The air seems to still, and your stomach twists at the raw honesty in his admission.

“You what?” Liam’s voice rises, and you flinch. “You kissed my sister? Are you out of your mind, mate?”

“I know how it looks, Liam,” Niall says, his tone calm but firm. “But it wasn’t… it wasn’t like that. It wasn’t just some stupid thing.”

Liam lets out a humorless laugh. “Oh, really? Then what was it? Because from where I’m standing, it looks like you’re crossing a line that shouldn’t even exist.”

“I care about her,” Niall says, the words quiet but unwavering.

The room feels too small, too hot, as you strain to hear every word.

“She’s seventeen, Niall,” Liam snaps, his voice full of barely controlled anger. “She’s my little sister. She doesn’t need some… some guy messing with her head, especially not someone in the band.”

“I’m not messing with her head,” Niall says, his voice tightening. “I’d never do that to her. Or to you.”

“Then what are you doing?” Liam demands.

There’s a pause, and you can almost picture Niall standing there, his hands shoved into his hoodie pockets, struggling to find the right words.

“I don’t know,” he admits finally, his voice soft but honest. “I just… I like her, Liam. I can’t help it.”

Liam exhales sharply, the sound of his frustration carrying through the door. “You can’t ‘just like her,’ Niall. She’s not some girl you can flirt with on tour and forget about when it’s over. She’s my sister. My responsibility. And she’s too young for this. For you.”

Niall’s response is quieter this time, but you catch the edge of hurt in his tone. “I’d never hurt her.”

“That’s not the point,” Liam snaps. “The point is, I don’t want this. I don’t want you dating her, I don’t want you sneaking around with her, I don’t want any of it. Do you understand me?”

Silence stretches between them, and your heart sinks as the weight of Liam’s words settles in.

Finally, Niall speaks, his voice subdued. “I understand.”

“Good,” Liam says firmly. “Because if this happens again, it’s not just you I’ll have a problem with. It’s her too. And I don’t want that. She’s too important to me.”

The sound of footsteps signals the end of their conversation, and you quickly retreat to your bed, your heart racing. Moments later, the door to Liam’s room opens and shuts with a heavy thud, leaving you alone with the whirlwind of emotions swirling in your chest.

You bury your face in your hands, unsure whether to feel guilty, heartbroken, or furious. Liam’s words echo in your mind, his protectiveness clear—but so is the way Niall stood his ground.

It wasn’t just a kiss. It wasn’t just some fleeting moment. And that’s what scares you most of all.

...

The days after that night feel different.

Niall, who had always been a constant presence—whether it was with his playful jokes, quiet encouragement, or shared moments in the corner of a busy room—seems to pull away. It starts subtly: he avoids meeting your eyes during group conversations, sits farther from you on the bus, and finds reasons to busy himself when you’re nearby.

At first, you try to ignore it. Maybe you’re imagining things, reading too much into his behavior. But as the days stretch into weeks, the distance grows undeniable. He’s still kind, still polite, but the warmth that once filled every interaction is gone.

It hurts.

The worst part is that you understand why. You know Liam must’ve said something to him that night. Your brother’s protectiveness runs deep, and you don’t doubt he made it clear that anything more than friendship between you and Niall is off-limits.

But understanding doesn’t make it easier.

You tell yourself to let it go, to focus on your job and the tour and the amazing opportunity in front of you. Yet every time you see Niall, every time his laugh carries across the room or his voice fills the stage, the ache in your chest grows.

Finally, you can’t take it anymore.

One evening, after another sold-out show, you catch him alone in the hallway outside the dressing rooms. He’s leaning against the wall, strumming absently on his guitar, his expression distant.

“Niall,” you say softly, your voice trembling.

He looks up, startled, and you see something flicker in his eyes—guilt, maybe, or regret—before he schools his features into a careful smile. “Hey, Y/N. What’s up?”

You hesitate, your hands curling into fists at your sides as you summon the courage to speak. “Can we talk? I mean, really talk.”

He shifts uncomfortably, glancing down the hall like he’s looking for an escape. “Uh… sure.”

The casualness in his tone makes your chest tighten, but you press on, stepping closer. “Did I… do something wrong?”

His brows knit together. “What? No, of course not.”

“Then why are you avoiding me?” The words come out sharper than you intended, but you can’t help it. “You’ve been distant, and I don’t understand why. Did I mess something up?”

Niall sighs, setting his guitar aside and running a hand through his hair. “You didn’t mess anything up, Y/N. It’s just…” He trails off, his jaw tightening.

“Just what?” you press, your voice quieter now.

“It’s better this way,” he says finally, his eyes meeting yours. “I don’t want to make things harder for you. Or for Liam.”

His mention of Liam stings, but it doesn’t surprise you. “This is because of him, isn’t it?”

“Y/N…”

“No,” you interrupt, your voice trembling. “Don’t do that. Don’t act like I can’t handle the truth. If this is about Liam, just say it.”

He exhales heavily, his shoulders sagging. “It’s not just Liam. It’s… everything. You’re amazing, you really are. But this… us… it’s not a good idea.”

The words hit you like a punch to the stomach. “So that’s it? You’re just… giving up? Pushing me away because it’s easier?”

“It’s not about giving up,” he says, his voice firm but laced with something you can’t quite name. “It’s about doing what’s right.”

“For who?” you ask, your voice cracking.

“For you,” he says softly, his gaze dropping to the floor.

You shake your head, tears pricking at your eyes. “Don’t lie to me, Niall. Please. Just tell me how you really feel.”

For a moment, he doesn’t answer. The silence stretches between you, heavy and suffocating.

Finally, he looks up, and the guarded expression on his face is like a knife to your heart. “I only see you as a friend, Y/N. That’s all it’s ever been.”

The words crush you, stealing the breath from your lungs. You stare at him, searching for any sign that he’s lying, that he doesn’t mean it. But his face is unreadable, and the wall between you feels insurmountable.

“Oh,” you manage, your voice barely above a whisper. “Okay.”

“Y/N—”

“No, it’s fine,” you say quickly, stepping back. “I get it. Thanks for being honest.”

You turn before he can say anything else, the tears spilling over as you walk away.

It’s not until you’re alone in your room, curled up on the bed with your face buried in your hands, that the full weight of his words crashes down on you.

Your first kiss. Your first heartbreak. And all of it with the same person.

Deep down, you can’t shake the feeling that there’s more to what Niall said—that he’s not telling you the whole truth. But that doesn’t make the pain any less real.

And as much as you want to believe that this isn’t the end, that maybe one day things will be different, you can’t ignore the hollow ache in your chest.

For now, it feels like goodbye.

You’re still curled up on your bed, the muffled sounds of the bustling hotel outside your window doing nothing to distract you from the ache in your chest. You’ve stopped crying, but the tears have left tracks on your cheeks, your eyes sore and your head heavy.

A soft knock at the door breaks through the silence, but you don’t move. You know who it is.

“Y/N?” Liam’s voice is hesitant, almost cautious.

“Go away,” you mutter, your voice hoarse.

He doesn’t listen. The door creaks open, and a moment later, the bed dips under his weight as he sits down beside you.

“Are you okay?” he asks softly, reaching out to brush your hair back from your face.

You turn away, your throat tightening. “What do you think?”

Liam sighs, his hand falling to his lap. “I heard you and Niall. Well… I heard enough.”

“Good for you,” you snap, sitting up abruptly. “You got what you wanted, didn’t you?”

His brows furrow, confusion flickering across his face. “What are you talking about?”

“You,” you say, your voice rising. “You told him not to get close to me. You made it impossible for him to… to even try.”

Liam stiffens, his mouth opening and closing as he struggles to find a response.

“I’m not stupid, Liam,” you continue, your words tumbling out in a rush. “I know you said something to him that night. You couldn’t stand the idea of him liking me, could you? So you made sure it wouldn’t happen.”

“Y/N, it’s not like that,” Liam says, his voice tight.

“Then what is it like?” you demand, the tears threatening to spill over again. “Why do you always have to control everything? I’m not a little kid anymore, Liam. I’m not some fragile thing you need to protect.”

“You’re my sister,” he snaps, his frustration breaking through. “It’s my job to protect you. Especially from something that could hurt you.”

“Hurt me?” You laugh bitterly, shaking your head. “You don’t even trust me to make my own choices. Do you even care how I feel? How much it hurts that you pushed him away?”

“Of course I care,” Liam says, his voice softening. “That’s why I did it. Niall’s my mate, and I know him. He’s a great guy, but this… it would’ve been complicated. And you don’t deserve complicated. You deserve better.”

“I deserve the chance to decide that for myself,” you say quietly, your voice trembling.

Liam looks at you, his expression torn, and for a moment, neither of you speaks. The tension in the room is heavy, your words lingering in the air like a storm cloud.

“I’m sorry,” he says finally, his shoulders slumping. “I just… I don’t know how to turn it off, Y/N. I’ve always been the one looking out for you, and sometimes I forget you don’t need me to do that anymore.”

Your anger softens at the sincerity in his voice, and the fight drains out of you. “I do need you,” you admit, your voice barely above a whisper. “I just wish you’d trust me more. Trust that I know what I’m doing.”

Liam nods slowly, his gaze dropping to his hands. “I’ll try. I promise.”

The quiet stretches between you, the weight of the argument lingering but no longer sharp. You shift closer to him, leaning your head on his shoulder.

“I’m sorry too,” you murmur.

He wraps an arm around you, pulling you into a hug. “You don’t have to be.”

For a while, you sit there in silence, the steady rhythm of Liam’s breathing grounding you. The ache in your chest hasn’t gone away, but it feels a little easier to bear with him beside you.

“You’re gonna be okay, you know,” Liam says softly, his hand rubbing soothing circles on your back.

“I don’t feel okay,” you admit, your voice small.

“You will,” he says firmly. “And no matter what happens, I’m always here. You’ve got me, yeah?”

You nod against his shoulder, the lump in your throat easing slightly.

Liam stays with you that night, sitting beside you until you eventually fall asleep, his presence a quiet reminder that even when everything feels like it’s falling apart, you’re not alone.

...

You’ve been working with the boys for nearly two years now, and life on tour has become second nature to you. What started as Liam bringing you along to “help out” has blossomed into an actual job. You’re officially assistant tour manager alongside Paul, though you still help out with other tasks whenever needed. You’re no longer just Liam’s little sister tagging along—you’re part of the team, a vital piece of the well-oiled machine that keeps everything running.

The boys are on their second tour now, and at 19, you’ve come into your own. It’s exhilarating being part of the chaos, and you love the work: the organization, the problem-solving, the adrenaline of a live show. It’s the perfect way to be part of the music industry without the overwhelming spotlight.

Your relationship with the boys has only grown stronger. They’re like your family now—a group of brothers who alternately tease you mercilessly and protect you fiercely. Even Niall.

Especially Niall.

Your feelings for him never left, though you’ve done everything you can to bury them. You’re friends now, like you are with the others, and you’ve convinced yourself it’s enough. But there’s still a pang in your chest when you see him smile, still a flutter in your stomach when his arm brushes yours.

You’ve tried to move on. You’ve dated a little, had a few hookups here and there, but none of them have meant anything. They’re distractions, attempts to prove to yourself that you can let go of Niall. But deep down, you know the truth—you’re still in love with him.

And Liam? Liam notices everything.

He’s still protective, though he’s eased up a little since the early days. He trusts you to take care of yourself, but that doesn’t stop him from keeping a watchful eye on anyone who shows too much interest. You know he means well, but sometimes it feels like he’s waiting for you to slip up.

Now, with 5 Seconds of Summer joining the tour as the opening act, his watchfulness has only increased.

Tonight, the afterparty is in full swing. The boys just finished another sold-out show, and the room hums with energy. You’re mingling with the crew and the 5SOS boys, enjoying the electric atmosphere, when Ashton sidles up beside you.

“You looked like you could use a drink,” he says, holding out a glass.

You take it with a smile. “Thanks, Ashton.”

He grins, his dimples on full display, and leans casually against the bar. The conversation flows easily, his charm disarming, and before long, you’re laughing at his jokes and leaning into the distraction he provides.

Out of habit, you glance around the room and catch Liam’s eye. He’s sitting with Harry and Louis, but his gaze is sharp, fixed on you and Ashton. You feel a pang of guilt but push it aside.

It’s not like you’re doing anything wrong.

Your gaze shifts again, landing on Niall across the room. He’s chatting with a few crew members, a drink in hand, but his eyes flicker to you and Ashton. For a moment, your breath catches. There’s something in his expression—something unreadable but heavy.

But then he looks away, and the moment is gone.

Ashton steps closer, his hand brushing yours. “You know, you’re kind of amazing,” he says, his tone light but sincere. “Everyone talks about how much you do for the band. It’s impressive.”

Your cheeks warm, and you glance down at your drink. “Thanks. It’s not a big deal.”

“It is,” he insists, his voice softening. “You’re the kind of person who makes everything run smoothly, and no one even notices. That’s a big deal.”

The compliment catches you off guard. You’ve heard similar things before, but coming from Ashton, it feels different. It feels like he means it.

Before you can respond, a voice cuts through the air.

“Hey, Y/N,” Niall says, his tone too casual to be natural. “Can I talk to you for a sec?”

Ashton frowns, his hand lingering on your arm. “We were just—”

“She’ll be right back,” Niall interrupts, his voice firm but not unkind.

Your heart stutters as you meet Niall’s gaze. There’s something intense in his eyes, and for a moment, you forget to breathe.

Reluctantly, you follow him out into the hallway, leaving Ashton behind.

“What’s your problem?” you demand, crossing your arms as you lean against the wall.

“My problem?” Niall repeats, his voice tight. “What are you doing with him?”

“What does it matter to you?” you snap, your frustration bubbling over. “You don’t care who I’m with.”

Niall flinches, but he doesn’t back down. “I care because I know you don’t like him.”

“And how would you know that?” you challenge, your voice shaking.

“Because I know you,” he says, his voice soft but sure.

The words cut through you, leaving you raw and exposed. For a moment, neither of you speaks. The silence is heavy, filled with everything you’re too afraid to say.

“Why do you even care?” you ask, your voice barely above a whisper. “You’ve made it clear you don’t feel that way about me.”

Niall looks away, his jaw tightening. He doesn’t answer, and that’s answer enough.

“Exactly,” you say bitterly, stepping past him. “Stay out of it, Niall.”

You walk away before he can stop you, your heart shattering all over again.

When you glance back into the room, you catch Liam watching you, his expression unreadable. You know he’ll have questions later, but for now, you don’t have the energy to care.

All you want is to be anywhere but here.

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The tour has been a whirlwind of cities, venues, and endless hours on the road. Over the months, you’ve fallen into an easy rhythm with the chaos, finding joy in the work and the moments of camaraderie.

The boys—Harry, Louis, Zayn, and Niall—have all become like family to you, with the exception of Niall, who occupies a more complicated space in your heart. The others treat you like their little sister, protective and sometimes overbearing, but always with good intentions. Niall… well, Niall is different.

And then there’s Ashton.

What started as a casual flirtation has turned into something… undefined. Harmless fun, the two of you had agreed, a way to blow off steam without complications. A few dates here and there, a few hookups in the quiet anonymity of hotel rooms—it’s nothing serious, just a distraction.

A distraction from Niall.

It works, most of the time. Ashton’s easygoing nature and charm make it hard to dwell on the ache in your chest, the lingering feelings you can’t quite shake. And yet, you’ve caught Niall’s eyes on you more than once when you’re with Ashton.

The way his jaw tightens when Ashton slings an arm around your shoulders. The way his laughter falters when Ashton leans in to whisper something in your ear. You see it, but you don’t know what it means—or maybe you don’t want to let yourself believe it means anything at all.

Now, with the tour winding down, the tension has reached its breaking point.

You’re backstage after another sold-out show, sorting through a pile of schedules when Harry appears in front of you, his arms crossed.

“Hey, Y/N,” he says, his tone unusually serious. “We need to talk.”

Your stomach sinks. “What’s going on?”

“Just come with me,” he says, gesturing for you to follow.

Confused, you trail behind him, rounding a corner to find Liam, Louis, Zayn, and Niall waiting in one of the empty dressing rooms. Their expressions range from serious to downright grim, and your heart starts to race.

“What’s this about?” you ask, your voice wary.

“It’s about you and Ashton,” Liam says, his arms folded tightly across his chest.

You freeze, your stomach twisting into knots. “What about it?”

“You really think we’re going to ignore what’s been going on?” Louis asks, leaning against the wall with a sharp look.

“There’s nothing to ignore,” you say defensively, crossing your arms. “It’s not a big deal.”

“Not a big deal?” Liam snaps, his voice rising. “You’ve been hooking up with him, Y/N.”

“So what if I have?” you fire back, your frustration bubbling over. “I’m an adult. I can do what I want.”

“Can you?” Liam shoots back. “Because it sure as hell doesn’t seem like you’re thinking this through.”

“Why is it any of your business?” you demand. “Ashton and I have an understanding. It’s harmless.”

“It’s not harmless,” Niall cuts in, his voice tight. “He’s not good enough for you.”

You whirl on him, your eyes blazing. “Oh, and who is? Because it sure as hell isn’t you, right?”

The room goes dead silent, the weight of your words hanging heavy in the air.

“Y/N,” Liam starts, but you cut him off, turning back to him.

“No, Liam, seriously,” you say, your voice shaking with anger and hurt. “I couldn’t date Niall because you told him not to. And now I can’t even have a casual thing with Ashton? Who am I allowed to be with, Liam? Or am I just supposed to stay single forever so you can keep playing the overprotective big brother?”

“That’s not what this is about,” Liam says, his tone softer now, but you’re too far gone to listen.

“I’m 19,” you say, your voice rising. “I can fuck whoever I want, Liam. You don’t get to control me.”

“Don’t talk to me like that,” Liam snaps, his own temper flaring. “I’m trying to look out for you.”

“I don’t need you to look out for me,” you shoot back. “I’m not a kid anymore.”

Niall steps forward, his expression unreadable. “We’re just trying to protect you, Y/N.”

“Protect me from what?” you demand, turning to him. “From living my life? From making my own decisions? I don’t need your protection, Niall. Not yours, not Liam’s, not anyone’s.”

The room is thick with tension, and for a moment, no one speaks. Finally, Liam sighs heavily, running a hand through his hair.

“Fine,” he says, his voice tight with frustration. “Do whatever you want. But don’t come crying to me when it blows up in your face.”

His words cut deep, but you refuse to let them show. Without another word, you push past them and storm out of the room, your heart pounding and your eyes stinging with unshed tears.

You don’t stop until you’re in the privacy of your own room, the door shut firmly behind you. Only then do you let yourself crumble, sinking onto the bed as the weight of their words crashes over you.

You thought you’d built up walls strong enough to protect yourself, but tonight, they’ve come crashing down. And as much as you want to blame Liam, or Niall, or anyone else, the truth is painfully clear.

You’re not just running from them. You’re running from yourself.

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Later that night, you’re sitting cross-legged on your bed, folding the last of your clothes into your suitcase. The hotel room is quiet, the muffled hum of the hallway barely audible. There’s a soft knock at the door, and you glance up.

“Come in,” you call, setting aside a stack of T-shirts.

The door creaks open, and Liam steps inside, his expression hesitant. He hovers near the doorway, hands in his pockets, looking a little unsure of himself.

“Hey,” he says.

“Hey,” you reply, turning back to your packing.

“Can I sit?” he asks, gesturing to the edge of the bed.

You nod, and he makes his way over, lowering himself onto the mattress beside you. For a moment, he doesn’t say anything, just watches as you fold and organize your things. Finally, he clears his throat.

“I, uh… I wanted to check in on you,” he starts. “I know things got a little heated earlier.”

You sigh, sitting back on your heels. “Yeah, they did.”

“I’m sorry,” Liam says, his voice soft but steady. “Especially for that comment I made—‘Do whatever you want, but don’t come crying to me.’ That was out of line, and I didn’t mean it. I’ll always be here for you, Y/N. No matter what.”

His words catch you off guard, and you glance over at him, your chest tightening. “Liam…”

He shakes his head, cutting you off. “I just get scared sometimes, you know? I see the way people look at you, the way they talk to you, and I don’t want anyone taking advantage of you. You’re my little sister, and I just want to protect you.”

“I know,” you say quietly, looking down at your hands. “And I’m sorry too. For the way I acted. I shouldn’t have lashed out at you like that. I know you’re just trying to look out for me.”

Liam leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “I don’t want you to think I’m trying to control your life, Y/N. I know you’re an adult now, and I trust you to make your own decisions. I just… I don’t want you to get hurt.”

You offer him a small smile. “I get that. And for what it’s worth, I ended things with Ashton tonight. Not because of what you or anyone else said, but because it just… made sense. The tour’s ending, and he’s going back to Australia. We both agreed it was the right thing to do.”

Liam nods, relief softening his features. “Good. I liked Ashton, but I’m glad you’re doing what feels right for you.”

There’s a moment of silence, and then Liam reaches out, pulling you into a hug. His arms wrap tightly around you, and you sink into the familiar comfort of his embrace.

“I’m proud of you, you know,” he murmurs. “You’ve grown up so much, and you’re doing amazing things. I know I don’t say it enough, but I mean it.”

“Thanks, Liam,” you whisper, your throat tightening. “That means a lot.”

He pulls back slightly, his hands resting on your shoulders. “And for the record, I’m really looking forward to going home. It’ll be nice to see Mum and Dad, and to just hang out with you. No tour, no distractions.”

You smile, brushing a tear from your cheek. “Same here. It’ll be nice to have some time to just… breathe.”

Liam grins, ruffling your hair like he used to when you were younger. “Exactly. Now finish packing—we’ve got an early flight tomorrow, and I’m not carrying your suitcase.”

You laugh, swatting his hand away, and for the first time in what feels like ages, things feel okay between you.

But as Liam leaves the room, closing the door softly behind him, your thoughts drift back to Niall. No matter how much you try to convince yourself otherwise, a part of you knows you’re still hoping for something more.

…

Part 2

Author’s note: I PROMISE there are more Niall moments coming - it is an angsty slow burn after all

[f1amour]

˖ ࣪ 𖥔 DAYLIGHT — OSCAR PIASTRI

[ social media au ]

pairing: oscar piastri x sainz!reader

face claim ★ paola_cossentino

authors note: this is all fiction not hating on any drivers purposely it is just for the story. thinking of making this a little series if anyone has any requests form this pairing send them my way <3

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yourusername endless bubble baths with lover boy 🫧🤍

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user1 they say carlos is the good looking one of the siblings but…y/n is a goddess, she wins

user2 it’s almost been a year PLEASE TELL US WHO IT IS

carlossainz55 i would to know as well please. also please block me when you post photos like this.

landonorris same

charles_leclerc same

maxverstappen1 same (i already know)

alex_albon same

user3 she’s been in a relationship for a year and her brother and friends are yet to know is CRAZY

alexandrasaintmleux can’t wait to see you next week!! (and lover boy too i guess🙄)

charles_leclerc YOU KNOW?! TELL ME PLEASE MON AMOUR

carlossainz55 she knows but you haven’t told your family?😔

yourusername can’t wait to see you 🫶🏼

yourusername replied to carlossainz55 the family knows except you…sorry hermano. you might purposefully crash into him on the track.

lilymhe gorgeous girl ✨💗

iamrebeccad carlos is freaking out now. you basically told him lover boy is on the grid😭

user4 i love how none of the guys know but all the wags know about lover boy

user5 PAUSE. LOVER BOY IS A DRIVER OMG.

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After weeks of speculating who may be the mystery boyfriend of Y/n Sainz sister of Carlos Sainz Jr. it was revealed a few days ago that Oscar Piastri is the guy she has been going out with for almost a year now.

Y/n Sainz is known for her fashion icon status but most known for her songwriting skills collaborating with artists like Olivia Rodrigo, Harry Styles, Billie Eilish, Niall Horan, Sabrina Carpenter, Ariana Grande, and Taylor Swift. She has yet to release her own music but it has been teased that 2025 might be the year she finally shares her own musical talents.

Y/n Sainz, 25 and Oscar Piastri, 22 arrived to the Melbourne airport ahead of the Australian Grand Prix next week which is the McLaren’s driver home race.

It had become gossip around the paddock regarding who the mystery boyfriend of the youngest Sainz sibling could be as only a handful of drivers were single. Some had started speculating Lando Norris was her new beau seeing as he has a close relationship with her brother but that was shut down when Lando was asked about the rumor in an interview.

It then became a rumor that the mystery boyfriend was Williams driver Logan Sargeant as they had shared a few hugs in the paddock and were seen at the same restaurant at the start of this year. But he has then shut down that rumor confirming he is in a relationship already.

Others started speculating Y/n was seeing Lance Stroll after he left a few likes and comments on her most recent provocative posts. Y/n was the one to shut the rumor down with a simple “lol. no.” on a comment left by a fan asking if she was dating the Aston Martin driver.

Fans started speculating the fashionista & song writer was back with her ex boyfriend, NBA player Devin Booker. They were in a long term relationship for 5 years but were constantly off and on. Fans believed Y/n was making up a cover story so everyone could focus on the drivers of Formula One and who she may be dating out of all of them instead of the fact she got back with her ex.

Y/n’s team refused to comment on the last rumor. The pair did not finish on the worst terms but not in the best either and have tried their best to avoid each other at any events they attend.

Now to the one who was not expected on this rumor mill up until now: Oscar Piastri. The 22 year old had shared his crush on the girl since being a reserve driver for Alpine in 2022. He even follows a few fan pages of the girl and was always one of the first people to like her posts.

Everyone teased him about it and still did during the 2023 season which was when he started dating the youngest Sainz. Y/n has shared a few moments with the McLaren driver but nothing that would alarm anyone into thinking they were seeing each other.

MORE ARTICLES BELOW…

Y/N SAINZ SPOTTED WITH OSCAR PIASTRIS FAMILY ON A DAY OUT AT THE BEACH

CARLOS SAINZ SEEN CHASING OSCAR PIASTRI AROUND THE PADDOCK

Y/N SAINZ AND OSCAR PIASTRI MAKE PADDOCK DEBUT

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oscarpiastri thanks for all the birthday wishes 🎉 special thanks to the gorgeous girl supporting me throughout this race weekend and for the rest to come. i love you to the moon.

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user1 ITS OFFICIAL OMG

user2 “for the rest to come” they are endgame.

carmenmmundt my favorite couple. happy birthday, oscar!

yourusername my favorite person. forever thankful to you. we would not be here if you didnt set us up that night lol

oscarpiastri thank you, like my star said we’ll forever be thankful to you setting us up

user3 “my star” HES DOWN SO BAD. also carmen set them up?! i love this so much

landonorris happy birthday mate!

yourusername just realizing your poster comes out in the last picture 🤨

landonorris even in photos i will thirdwheel 😌

yourusername i tried adding 23 candles but they said it could create a fire hazard. loser mclaren 😡

oscarpiastri we can have a redo at home anything you want

mclaren we have to keep our papaya queen safe✨

landonorris thought that was me 🥲

yourusername you’ve been replaced 😙

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yourusername my lover boy. my sunshine. my daylight. my world. my home. my safe space. all in one. getting set up on a date that we thought was meant to be a group dinner only to arrive at the same time expecting to see our friends but ended up just being you and i all night. it will be my favorite date ever. to know you is to know what love is and to have found a best friend in a lover. you are mine, my sunshine. te amo, oscar🏹☁️🤍🧸

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user1 1m likes in 5 minutes is CRAZY. oscy/n nation has take over 😌

user2 she made him a playlist of songs that make her think of him AND RELEASED A SONG SHE WROTE AND SUNG. Y/N SINGING DEBUT!!!

user3 she wrote him a song?! what is it called?

user2 daylight! it’s the most romantic song she has ever written. give it a listen trust me you won’t regret it user3

alexandrasaintmleux my favorite couple 💗

liked by yourusername and oscarpiastri

charles_leclerc collab when?

yourusername when and where?😌

lilymhe so happy the guys will stop annoying us to tell them who the bf was

alexalbon yeah i won’t ever get over all the girlfriends and wives knowing about this but not us 🤨

georgerussell63 same

pierregasly same

maxverstappen1 same (again i already knew)

lewishamilton jokes on everyone i caught them making out behind the mclaren motorhome last year, they said i was the first one to know

nicolepiastri thank you for reciprocating his crush on you😂 the family loves you and how great you two are together 💕

yourusername had to make his dream come true🤷🏻‍♀️ thank you for raising an amazing son! i love you and the rest of the piastri family 🫶🏼

carlossainz55 he really makes you happy…

yourusername he really does. it’s all you ever wanted for me, right? i’m not a little girl anymore, carlos. you don’t have to protect me anymore

carlossainz55 i’ll always protect my hermanita but…i can see how much he cares about you. and how much he loves you. i’ll stop chasing him like a mad man around the paddock…for now.

landonorris good. poor lad was starting to almost pass out after he would escape you😂

oscarpiastri my greatest gift i have received is you (and deylight) my pretty girl, i’m forever going to love you until we are old and wrinkly and until our last day on this earth. i will love you in all other universes. thank you for loving me. the love of my life, you are my love and life

yourusername making me cry, osc☹️ hurry up and get to the hotel so i can kiss you

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famous siblings | CL16

charles leclerc x female horan!reader, niall horan x sister!reader 

you’re the little sister of 1D member niall horan and when he gets invited to an f1 grand prix, he decides to take his girlfriend amelia and you, his sister where you meet the wonderful and most charming ferrari driver who ends up capturing your heart. 

warnings: im pretty sure none worth mentioning

note: there will be a second part to this but still feel free to give feedback and express your thoughts!!!

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July 9th, 2023 

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caption: having a famous big bro has its perks 😎 @niallhoran @lewishamilton

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Had a great time at Silverstone this past weekend. Thanks Mercedes for hosting us! 🖤 

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niallfan: omg not niall being at an f1 race 

f1fan: the 1d x f1 girlies are not doing well after this 

niallerforlife: give me a moment to freak out brb 

fan23: did anyone see y/n’s story? they met lewis 

fan12: i love that amelia and y/n both got to go with him 

mercedesamgf1: it was a pleasure having you and your loved ones in the paddock 🖤

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Had a great weekend with great people 🫶 (except you Nialler🙄) 

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ameliawoolleyx: Love you sis 😘

╰ y/nhoran_: ❤️

fan1: the sisterly love between y/n and amelia i love 

niallhoran: I’m the only reason you got to come but okay..🙄

╰ y/nhoran_: Okay but who got a second invite..? Thats what I thought😎

╰ fan23: wait what 👀

horan_niall: the horan siblings back at it again with their iconic bickering 

f1fan: anyone else see charles in the likes ?? and he follows all 3 of them ?? but they got invited by mercedes ?? confused 

╰ fan22: ooooh ok charles we see you.. 

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July 20th, 2023

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caption: another day, another plane selfie 😎

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July 24th, 2023

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A weekend in Paris. Proud of what you’re achieving big bro 🫂

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niallhoran: Happy you could be here sis! 

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niallerfan: I love these two sm 

f1fan21: f1 fans; are we still seeing charles in the likes 

╰ f1fan2: yes we still see him..👀

niallfan: favourite siblings next to gemma and harry !!!

gemmastyles: missing you girly 💛

╰ y/nhoran_: not as much as im missing you 🥹

╰ horanfan: their friendship even after all these years 

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dm between charles and y/n 

charles_leclerc: you know whats close to paris? 

charles_leclerc: monaco..😏

y/nhoran_: oh really? and why exactly would i go to monaco? 😏

charles_leclerc: i’m sure i could come up with a few reasons, one of them being me 

y/nhoran_: ferrari boy are you asking me on a date to monaco? 

charles_leclerc: if you’ll say yes, then yes i am. 

y/nhoran_: i’m sure i could see what i could do about getting to monaco..

y/nhoran_: wait aren’t you racing? 

charles_leclerc: we have one more race and then we great a break 😊

y/nhoran_: okay well how about you text me when you’re back in monaco and we’ll arrange this date 😊

y/nhoran_: heres my number: xxx-xxx-xx11 

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y/nhoran_: oh and good luck at the next race! 🙃

charles_leclerc: thanks 😊

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July 30th, 2023 

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What a great race, happy to be back on the podium! 🏆 

Now its time to recharge and see you in a few weeks. ❤️

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f1fan: good job charles !!!! 

charlesleclerclover_: SO PROUD 

f1fan23: GOOD JOB !!! 

scuderiaferrari: ❤️

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niallfan12: anyone notice y/n now in his likes ??? 

╰ f1fan21: hmmm..somethings cooking 

╰ niallfan15: f1 fans x 1D fandom…look out 

August 3rd, 2023 

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caption: Travel fit! ✈️❤️

╰ charles_leclerc: Cant wait to see you😊

╰ niallhoran: safe travels ✌🏻

You boarded the plane to Monaco, being sure to text Niall your plane information and to text Charles letting you know you were on the plane. Shortly after the flight attendant instructed everyone to turn off their phones. 

Before you turned off yours, you caught Charles’ text back, 

Ferrari Boy🏎️ : See you soon☺️

You smiled at it before turning your phone off. You still couldn’t believe you and Charles were actually going on a date. Obviously when you first back at Silverstone, there was light flirting but you just had one of those personalities which you seemed to have in common with the driver.

He asked for your instagram and you happily gave it to him, following him back and then you parted ways. He once and awhile popped up in your likes but you didn’t think anything of it until you found out that he had also followed your brother and Amelia back when he followed you and then when he finally slid in your DMs, you knew this went beyond mindless flirting. 

You smiled at the thought of him and possibly something coming from this. With that you placed your headphones on your ears and decided to try and get some sleep before you landed and you’d be immersed into the busy life that was Monaco. 

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August 4th, 2023 

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gemmastyles: I expect details in my dm’s tomorrow morning, no later 

╰ y/nhoran_: Yes ma’am 🫡

╰ gemmastyles: 😘

niallfan22: Y/N YOU LOOK STUNNING (as always!) 

niallfan12: anyone wondering why she’s all dressed up??? could it be for a date??

╰ f1fan21: WITH OUR BELOVED FERRARI BOY, POSSIBLY?

╰ niallfan13: y’all are so delulu, i love it 

ameliawoolleyx: Gorgeous girl ❤️

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August 5th, 2023

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new blurry photo of charles spotted out in monaco last night with a new girl🧐

who could she be? possibly a new wag or is it too early for that status? 

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f1fan26: how do we know thats charles??

╰ f1updates_: the source that sent it in confirmed that was his car near them 

f1fan22: hmmmm…

f1fan21: i think i know who this is…😏

╰ niallfan12: miss y/n horan you were spotted…😏

f1fan16: the f1 fans are delulu, no way thats y/n horan 

f1fan4: i want it to be y/n horan cause she’s cool and charles’ type but it probably isn’t her 

niallfan18: if it is y/n we should definitely give them their privacy, she’s never had any dating rumours surrounding her before 

╰ niallfan17: agreed !!! 

╰ f1fan91: and for charles too..they both deserve their privacy 

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August 5th, 2023

y/nhoran_ posted a series of stories on instagram  

caption: about last night..😜🥰 

caption: out exploring 🌞  

caption: im moving here and buying my own yacht 🛥️

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August 6th, 2023 

charles_leclerc posted on their story  

caption: I think she likes my car more than me..

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August 7th, 2023 

y/nhoran_ posted on instagram  

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I love the art in Monaco..🥹

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f1fan: SO SHE IS WITH CHARLES 

niallfan22: Y/N YOURE GIVING US BREADCRUMBS 

charles_leclerc: anything else you love in monaco? ;) 

╰ y/nhoran_ : I can name a few other things..

╰ niallfan12: ARE THEY FLIRTING ON INSTAGRAM 

f1fan12: ARE WE IN THE SOFT LAUNCH ERA OR HARD LAUNCH ERA? THE PEOPLE NEED TO KNOW 

niallfan16: can anyone check in with niall and how he feels about all of this 

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texts between niall and y/n

niall: so hows monaco? anything i should know? 

y/n: monaco’s great 

niall: you didn’t answer my other question 

y/n: how are you? how are the festivals? 

niall: stop avoiding the question

y/n: okay fine what do you want to know 

niall: whats going on with you and charles ? 

y/n: at the moment? we’re on his boat 

niall: i didnt mean right in this moment🙄

niall: i mean overall 

y/n: i dont know what we are

y/n: we’re just taking it easy 

y/n: he invited me to monza which is a big deal to him and the f1 community in general 

niall: you should go 

y/n: wait youre supporting that?

niall: yeah, if its a big deal for him and he invited you then you should go

y/n: wow, im just surprised youre being so chill 

niall: dont push it 

niall: you’re still my little sister but i trust you 

niall: tell him if he does anything though..i wont be so chill 

y/n: understood overprotective brother niall 🫡

y/n: okay im getting back to my date 

niall: have fun 

y/n: oh we will..

niall: NOPE NOPE NOPE LALALALALALALA I CANT HEAR YOU 

y/n: youre such a child for a grown man..😒

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August 8th, 2023 

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new photos of charles and a girl that people are believing to be y/n horan, sister to one direction member, niall horan. it seems as if y/n has been in monaco for some time visiting and judging by their socials, they’ve been spending a lot of time with eachother. what does this mean for them? how long has this been going on? so many questions.. 

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f1fan12: OH MY 

f1fan7: THIS HAS TO BE Y/N 

niallfan16: UGH THEYRE ACTUALLY CUTE TOGETHER IF IT IS Y/N

niallfan18: i so badly just want a hard launch post 

f1fan27: I NEED A CHARLES AND NIALL INTERACTION 

╰ niallfan4: YOU AND ME BOTH 

August 8th, 2023

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Possible New WAG Update: 

Lately theres been photos taken of Charles Leclerc and Y/N Horan that shows the two are definitely more than just friends. Neither have yet to confirm or deny the dating rumours starting to surface but if they are dating, we thought we’d make a post for Y/N for the fans that don’t know who she is already incase she is our newest WAG. 

Y/N Horan, younger sister to One Direction member, Niall Horan. Y/N is 24 years old. She attended the University of Galway for a Bachelor of Arts Undergrad, specifically in Digital Arts and Technology. Since graduating, she sometimes models and will do ads for high end brands. Judging from her social media, she enjoys traveling, attending her brothers concerts and spending time with her close circle of friends which include other 1D member, Harry Styles’ sister, Gemma Styles. From what we gathered she primarily resides in London but does frequently go home to Ireland to visit family. 

In regards to her and Charles, we don’t have much, other than the few photos taken of them recently. We're guessing they met when Y/N joined Niall in attending the Silverstone Grand Prix back in July which means the two technically have known each other for about a month. We’re not sure how much of that time have been as friends or more than friends. For now thats all we got but if we find out anymore we’ll be sure to keep the account updated. 

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August 9th, 2023 

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It was time for you to get back to London, you had a photoshoot with Ralph Lauren coming up and Charles was planning on spending time with family before he had to get back to racing. 

The last few days had been amazing. You got to see so much and really got to know Charles. You could feel yourself falling for him, he made it so easy but you didn’t want to rush anything so you decided not to bring it up, wanting to enjoy your time together before you left. 

Currently the two of you were cuddled up in his bed, he had insisted you stay with him instead of getting a hotel which you ended up really enjoying. He was playing with your hair while you had your head on his chest 

“I had a really great time here” you told him lifting your head up and looking at him, as he stopped playing with your hair with your movement 

“I’m really glad you came and let me show you around” he smiled, you could see it in his eyes, he was being genuine. 

“Next time you’re free you need to let me show you around Ireland to return the favour” you suggested. He had shown you his home, you wanted to show him yours. 

“I’d love that. I’ve never been to Ireland before” he told you, his smile never leaving his face

“We should probably go to sleep, so I actually wake up in the morning for my flight” you suggested even though you would’ve rather stayed up and talked with Charles 

“I know” he agreed, the sadness lingering in his words, just like you he would’ve preferred to stay up and chat all night. 

The two of you, got situated in bed, you enjoyed getting to spoon, you’d switch between who was the big spoon and who was the little, which at first surprised you because you would’ve thought Charles always liked being the bigger spoon but there were times when he just wanted to be held which of course just added to why he made falling for him an easy task. 

Tonight you were the little spoon which you both enjoyed. You laid on your side, your back against Charles’ chest while his arm held you against him and his other arm stayed free so he could play with your hair. 

You fell asleep before he did and he just laid there watching you sleep peacefully. He hadn’t felt this comfortable around someone in awhile and he didn’t ever want to be apart from you. 

He was falling for you and unknowingly to him you were falling just as hard. This brought forth one question and that was; who was going to take the first step and be the one to tell the other about their blossoming feelings? 

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TO BE CONTINUED !!!

im so happy with how this turned out! please feel free to leave comments and thoughts! if you want to be added to my taglist there's a link on my account!! anyways enjoy 😋

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F1/Niall Horan writers, hear me out

Lewis Hamilton x (Niall Horan sister/sibling) Reader

UPDATE WE GOT SOMETHING LIKE THIS BUT WITH CHARLES AND WE ARE NOT NIALL’S SIBLING:

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𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊 Masterlist 𓍊𓋼𖥧𖤣𓋼

𓆉 Sturniolo Triplets

Cheer you up

Valentines day hcs for each triplet

Always. (Mostly based for nick but all are included.)

𓆉 Matt Sturniolo

Matt x reader gf hcs

𓆉 Nick Sturniolo

Nick x actor/actress bff hcs

𓆉 Chris Sturniolo

Surprise

𓆉 Sturniolo Younger Sister

Insecurity

𓆉 Camera Roll

𓆝 𓆟 Triplets

Let's trip (camera roll)

6 mil video (camera roll)

On tour with the triplets (camera roll)

SNC video (camera roll)

Living with the triplets (camera roll)

In Boston with the triplets (camera roll)

Day with the triplets (camera roll)

Christmas with the triplets (camera roll)

Birthday with the triplets (camera roll)

𓆝 𓆟 Nick

Your camera roll if you were dating Nick

Date night with Nick camera roll

Nick getting his wisdom teeth out

Spending Nicks birthday with him

𓆝 𓆟 Matt

Your camera roll if you were dating Matt

Date night with Matt camera roll

Spending Matt's birthday with him

𓆝 𓆟 Chris

Your camera roll if you were dating Chris

Date night with Chris camera roll

Spending Chris's birthday with him

𓆉 Harry Styles

𓆉 Niall Horan

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lovebug again

✩ boo seungkwan x reader ✩ high school setting, fluff, mutual pining, mentions of death  ✩ w.c. approx. 7.1k ♫ this town - niall horan; lovebug - jonas brothers; for lovers - lamp; forever&more - role model; la la la that’s how it goes - honne; falling for you - colbie caillat

I hate being sick.

Everyone does, but some people enjoy the special treatment they receive from loved ones. But in my household, that is never the case. When I get sick, it always seems to be my fault. Too much time on my cellphone, not enough sleep, going out with friends too much—every leisure activity that could be blamed except for the fact that it actually happens.

Teenagers get two to four colds a year on average. But maybe I’m not a teenager after all since my mom says I should never catch a cold. Only weak people do. And annoyingly so, I kind of agree. As president of the class and of the school council, each day is vital. So, being sick is totally not on schedule and ruins everything. The time I’m spending lying on my bed staring at my ceiling could have been time for me to finalize our plans for the fundraiser and the booths for the upcoming school festival. But no, the universe decided that I should become the most helpless human being on earth at the time I'm most needed.

I couldn't even check my phone for updates or messages from other school council members. My mom is convinced that my phone single-handedly caused me to catch a virus and that it should be kept away from me. She even went out of her way to wrap it in a drawstring bag so my sister wouldn't get sick like me. I tried to do some schoolwork in advance, but I felt like my head was about to fall off, so I quickly abandoned that plan. 

It was a day ago in Chemistry class when I started feeling ill.

“Okay, here are five chemical equations to balance. I’ll give you a couple minutes to accomplish this and then we’ll get right to checking them.”

I look down right away at my notebook and copy the equations. By the second one, the numbers and letters are starting to jumble and lose sense. I feel like I’ve been reading the same number over and over again. I look up and around at my classmates to see if I’ve just been looking down too much, but I quickly regret it as soon as I see Jisoo’s head in front of me turn into three. I clutch my head and shut my eyes closed, hoping it would go away. Nevertheless, I go back to my problem set and attempt to accomplish it.

“Hey, are you okay?”

Looking to my right, where the voice is coming from, I see Seungkwan, who looks concerned. I quickly reassure him that I’m fine and that it’s probably just the heat. He nods in agreement, but does so hesitantly. Anyhow, I couldn’t find it in me to reassure him further as another wave of pain hits my head, and right at that moment I think I would just like to be hit by a train and be done with.

As I am looking down, I see a peek of navy blue hovering by my peripheral. I slowly turn my head towards it and see a jug held by Seungkwan, still with his worried face.

I’ve known Seungkwan for years. Our parents know each other way back from their childhood as we live just about 7 houses down by each other. It’s a small town too, so we go to the same market, same bakery, same school, and same dainty old cafes and restaurants. On holidays, we exchange meals and gifts, and simple hellos and goodbyes.

I remember the time before Nari was born. Seungkwan and I would always run around the house and play together. He invited me to his birthday parties, and I did too. Though, when we grew up and my father passed, I found myself forever changed. Seungkwan and I started to drift apart as a result of that, among other things.

Seungkwan has always been the most extroverted one in the room, and me, well, I’m completely on the other end of that spectrum. Wonwoo and Jiheon have always been quite introverted as well so we quickly got along. Surprisingly though, Wonwoo had also made friends with Seungkwan along with a few other boys. We would all be together from time to time at the park, the boys playing sports, and Jiheon and I, along with the other younger siblings of the boys, playing a definitely more beginner-friendly version of whatever game they were playing. All in all, we all got along well. Seungkwan and I would exchange conversations every now and then, but we weren’t as close and playful as we were before.

But I must admit, I have, and always will, hold a special fondness for Seungkwan. He was always sweet and kind, and even loved by all the elderly people in town. I recall the time I was out to buy some bread for our house, I saw him happily chatting with Chan’s grandmother. I say chatting, but more like gossiping by the way they were hunched and shifting their eyes. He would always make sure everyone in class was included, and he would always make everyone happy with his jokes and skits that he, Seokmin, Jisoo, and surprisingly, Jihoon, would act out. Seungkwan would also unhesitantly offer assistance to the student council during major projects. Sometimes, he would even stay late with me, saying, “So you have less to do tomorrow, and more time to rest!” He would then walk me home, and never forget to greet my parents and wish them well.

Seungkwan is lovely. And he is even more lovely now as he offers his water to me. Our drinking fountains have been under maintenance recently so, if I take up his offer he’ll have to wait until he gets home to get a drink again. He sees me hesitate and about to reject his offer, so he firmly places his tumbler on my desk and turns back to his notebook, offering no space for compromise.

In perfect timing, Mr. Hyun announces that the time is up and it’s time to check our answers. I pick up the tumbler, open it, and drink. I turn to Seungkwan quickly and smile. He smiles back.

By the next day, the headaches still come and go, but I keep it to myself and head to school anyway. During our break time, Wonwoo and Jiheon notice my weakened state and urge me to go to the school clinic.

“I’m fine! Just sleepy, that’s all.”

They share a look and thankfully leave my table.

But my peace is soon ruined as Jiheon slams a piece of paper on my desk. A clinic slip. The loud thump gathers the attention of the class, and they take notice of the much familiar white paper that occupies my desk.

“Oh my god, class president is sick?!” Soonyoung exclaims while exaggeratingly covering his mouth.

Usually unconcerned Hansol, Myeongho, and Junhui jerk their heads in my way with horrified expressions.

“I’m not sick! It’s just a small headache. It’ll go away soon.”

“It won’t.” Wonwoo says firmly with his arms crossed. “You’ve been having them since yesterday. Go to the clinic right now or else I’ll drag you there myself.”

Now, I'm usually assertive and tend to win in situations, but when I remember how Wonwoo once dragged Mingyu down the stairs by his backpack down the stairs because they were running late, I decide to sign the slip. I definitely don't want to be dragged like that.

On my way out, Jeonghan and Jisoo give me a few applauses with matching devious smirks.

I point at them accusingly and say, “Unlike you, I’m not pretending just to get out of class.”

Now here I am, at home, holed up in my room, bored out of my mind. Until, I hear a knock on my door and see Nari peeking in.

“Unnie, your classmate’s downstairs. He’s talking with Eomma. Come quickly.” She says hurriedly before rushing out.

I wonder what’s Wonwoo doing here. He usually sends me a text if he’s coming over. Well, he’s been one of my best friends for years, and he has come over a lot, so it’s not like my family has no idea of his existence, and maybe, he thought that sending me a text would end up in me stopping him from coming over. Probably.

Knowing it's only Wonwoo, I skip glancing at the mirror to fix my appearance; after all, he's seen me worse. Still feeling a bit lightheaded from lying down for hours, I make my way downstairs.

“Yah, Wonwoo. You couldn’t even se-“

I halt and gape at the man in my living room who is definitely not my best friend with fifty-eight centimeter wide shoulders (we got bored in class).

Seungkwan stands there in his collared navy blue sweatshirt, holding a basket of tangerines, looking at me with an alarmed face, then gives me a soft smile. It is at this moment I truly realize how much the universe hates me. I probably look like absolute shit right now, and Nari’s sly smile only confirms that further. That little girl.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to intrude or whatsoever. I hope it’s okay. I’ll just drop this off and go, I’m sorry again.”

My mom quickly butts in, “No, no! It’s alright Seungkwan. The gesture is much appreciated. And I know this one has been dying for a familiar face that isn’t ours.” She gives me a look, which I have no idea what it even means, and smiles. She takes the basket and heads to the kitchen bringing Nari along.

In the living room, Seungkwan and I find ourselves standing awkwardly, a noticeable gap between us. It's evident that he wants to say something, but he seems hesitant, perhaps fearing that he might not be welcome. Unable to bear the silence any longer, I take the initiative and speak up.

“Thank you for coming by the way. And for the tangerines too. Those are my favorite.”

“I know.”

His response catches me off guard, and my surprise seems to have unconsciously shown on my face, prompting him to explain further.

“In middle school, we were asked to bring our favorite food. You came in holding this single medium-sized tangerine. And you know, my family has a farm so I brought one too. I was really embarrassed because Seungcheol had brought this full-blown meal and everyone was gathered around him. But then you saw me, approached me and told me-“

“‘Tangerines are cuter anyway.” I finish.

We both share a laugh and in between our laughter he asks me, “What the hell does that even mean anyway? How could tangerines be cute?”

I look at him fondly and answer, “Well, they just are.”

There’s a pregnant pause that follows our laughter as we gauge what to do next. As I’m about to ask him what made him drop by, he already answers me with a sheepish smile, “I, uh, just seeing you pale and weak in class, and you not showing up today just really had me worried.” He scratches his head and looks away. “So, I decided to check-up on you to see if you were alright.

Despite my disheveled bed hair, crusty and pale lips, and being dressed in Anpanman pajamas, I confidently say that I'm doing well.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be coming to school tomorrow.”

He gives me a worried look, like the one he gave me a day ago in Chemistry. “Are you sure? I think you should rest more. The council’s doing alright with the prep anyway.”

Feeling my stomach flutter at his genuine concern, I try to brush it off, blaming it on my feverish state, and reassure him that I'll be okay.

“I’ll be fine, Kwan. It’s just a cold.”

Kwan. I hadn’t realized I used a nickname for him I gave him years ago until I had said it. Either he didn’t notice, or doesn’t really care as it doesn’t seem to have caught him off-guard, seeing that he still seems to worry about me.

“If you say so…”

Ever the worrywart, but undeniably cute.

?!

“Well, it’s about to get dark in a while so I should head home. It was good seeing you. I hope you feel better. And if you ever decide not to come to school tomorrow that’s a hundred percent just fine, and I’ll take care of letting our teachers and the council know.”

I chuckle and walk him to the door.

“Thank you, Seungkwan. For coming by, and for the tangerines. I really appreciate it. Be safe on your walk back, and see you in school tomorrow.”

A few steps away from the door, he turns around, now walking backwards, with that charming smile and says, “I mean this in the nicest way possible. I hope I don’t.” As he walks away, that smile still on his face, I wave goodbye, returning the gesture with a warm smile of my own.

Subconsciously admitting that I do feel a little under the weather, I retreat back inside, hoping to get more and better rest.

Nearing the staircase, my mom stops me, and Nari hovers behind her with a smile that makes me feel uneasy.

“So,” she starts, annoyingly elongating the ‘o’. “I haven’t seen you and Seungkwan together for a while.” I quickly try to jump to correct her until she interrupts me. “I mean, you know, conversing. Especially with him coming here to our home.”

“Yeah, conversing.” Nari butts in, also, elongating her vowels. I roll my eyes at them.

“Tell that sweet boy he should come over often like the old days. Makes me feel younger.” My mom yells.

Don’t think I’ll be doing that, but like the good daughter I am, I say okay anyway and go back to my room.

My head pounds as I struggle to wake up, attempting to open my heavy eyes. The blaring alarm in the background adds to my discomfort, and I quickly move over to silence it. Another second of that noise, and my head might just explode. Despite feeling weak, I gather the strength to stand up, determined to get ready for school

Looking at my state and the fact that I can’t even tie my shoes right without getting lightheaded should be enough reason for me to garbage the idea of going to school. But then, I remember all my missed classes and the council preparations. I can’t miss one more day.

During breakfast, I try my best to act normal and perfectly healthy. Nari gives me a side eye every now and then, waiting for a moment to catch me red-handed; pretending not to be sick. Fortunately, my mom is preoccupied with getting ready for work and preparing our lunches, so she doesn't pay strict attention to my condition.

So far so good.

I collect my things and head out. As I open the door, the sun blares right at me so I cover my eyes with my hands and take a few steps forward to get into the shade. As soon as I remove my hand, I jump out of surprise at the sight of Seungkwan.

“Yah! Are you trying to kill me?! What are you doing?!”

“I’m sorry! I just..” He trails off and leads me into confusion.

“You just…?”

“My mom!” He screams frantically, and I jump in surprise again. “My mom also knew about you getting sick, so she asked me to accompany you to school to make sure you were okay.”

“Oh, well, she really didn’t have to. I’ll send her a text that I’m alright-”

“No!” He screams again.

“Seriously! Why do you keep screaming so early in the morning?!” His agitated state isn't exactly helping mine, and the never-ending screaming is starting to make me lightheaded again.

“I’ll do it. I mean- you don’t have to send her a text. I’ll tell her myself later. Don’t. Send a text.”

“Okay, alright!!”

I turn towards the direction of the school and start walking. He quickly follows and walks beside me.

Trying to make small talk, he asks me, “Are you feeling better today?”

“Yeah I am.” Well, technically, yes I am better. I didn’t say anything about feeling totally okay, so I’m totally, technically, not lying.

“That’s good,” is all he says.

He doesn’t make further small talk and we make our way to school in comfortable silence. Even if we hadn’t maintained a close friendship all these years, I can never feel uncomfortable around Seungkwan. Somehow, he always knows when I am in need of a cheery conversation, or time to be left alone. He also supports me in any endeavor I take on, like running for class president, and school council president. He even went as far as taking Soonyoung and Seokmin to the crafts store, buying materials to make a ton of banners and posters for me. I thanked them by treating them to Chan’s grandmother’s restaurant.

As we arrive in our classroom, our arrival makes some commotion.

“Oh? Class president, hello! Seungkwan-ah… hello to you too.” Soonyoung greets, adding a wink for whatever reason at the end.

As we walk to our seats, I feel lingering eyes following our every move. I look back and see Seokmin and Soonyoung whispering to each other. I raise a brow at them, and turn back to my seat shaking my head.

“Sorry about Soonyoung. I guess he missed you.” Seungkwan says beside me as he settles on his seat. “We all did…” He adds.

Wonwoo and Jiheon approach me asking about how I was and if I was feeling better. I fed them the same remarks (not lies) as I did Seungkwan. Wonwoo looks at me accusingly but decides to brush it off and keep to himself. If I don’t want to be sent home, I should really look out for Wonwoo. He might smell my bullshit about being okay from a mile away.

I made sure to bring a lot of water, using the big jug my mother uses on family trips. And also, to avoid Seungkwan offering his, and ending up infecting him. After all he’s done for me, I really don’t want to do that to him.

I excuse myself and head to the restroom to take a pain reliever, so a headache wouldn’t come over and torture me during class. After doing just that and trying to get myself together, I head back and continue as normal.

At lunch, Wonwoo and Jiheon eat with me. As I open my lunchbox and pause, both of them point at me accusingly, “Aha! I knew it! You’re still sick aren’t you?”

I guess my reaction, or lack thereof, to seeing my lunch was a dead giveaway that I don’t feel so up to par. Usually, I would get excited and eat right away, leaving no crumbs for Jiheon to steal.

“Ugh, but I feel better now. I promise!” I beg, mostly to Wonwoo. “Help me here Jiheon, please?”

“Sorry, I’m with Wonwoo on this one. You’ve been overworking yourself these days and coming to school today will just make your fever worse. You need to rest. It’s okay to, y’know?” She says.

I lean back on my chair, any appetite I even had, gone. I appreciate my best friends’ worries, but I really can’t afford missed days. But maybe they’re right. I can rest, and if I push myself harder I’ll miss more school days than I should.

Wonwoo pulls out an all-familiar slip and pushes it towards me. A clinic slip, all filled out and ready for me to bring. “We’re only worried about you. It’ll be better anyway if you were here in perfect, healthy condition, than physically being here but your mind—no offense, helpless.”

I take the slip and put it in my pocket. And since I don’t have any appetite, nor will I be in the classroom, I offer my lunch to Jiheon, which she accepts excitedly. Wonwoo shakes his head.

I leave the room and head to the clinic. On the way, I really start to feel my fever taking a toll on my body. What even possessed me to leave my bed and get ready? I should have stayed and slept all day.

When I get to the school clinic, they take my temperature and quickly assess that I should be sent home (again) for better recovery. Nurse Yang tells me she’ll ask someone to bring my stuff over for me.

After waiting for a bit, the sound of the chimes by the door brings my attention to Jisoo who is wearing my backpack.

“Thanks, Jisoo.”

“No problem. Though, I’m kinda jealous.” I smack him square on the shoulder. Nurse Yang gives us a side-eye glance. “Kidding. Obviously.” He heads out the clinic, but not before shouting, “Get well soon, our president!” I chuckle at Jisoo’s antics. “Sorry about that.” I tell Nurse Yang, to which she only shakes her head at.

“Your mother says she’s near, you should go to the gate now. Get well soon, dear.”

“Thank you, Nurse Yang. Hopefully you won’t see me back here anytime soon.” I really, genuinely, hope that.

I meet my mom, who is visibly mad, at the school gate. As soon as I get in the car, she gives me a lecture. I drown it out, and use my headache as an excuse to nap, even for a bit.

As soon as we get home, she orders me to stay on the couch for dinner and to drink some ginger tea. Even though the couch might not be as comfortable as my bed, I still snuggle in and nap.

The sound of the doorbell wakes me up. Despite being just a few feet away from the door, I refrain from standing up to get it. I know my family understands my current sickly state, and they will likely get it themselves. I hear the door open and my mom’s delighted gasp.

“Ah, Seungkwan!” I jolt upright and check if my ears heard that right. I look at the door, and there he is, right outside, holding a paper bag and smiling sheepishly at my mom. I contemplate whether I’m dreaming or not, but with Nari tapping my chin, I guess I’m not.

“A fly might go in, Unnie.” She teases then runs away before I give her one.

Seungkwan greets my mother back. “Hello! Just wanted to drop by again and give this samgyetang Eomma made. I also just wanted to check if…” He points at me, on the couch, “…is okay.” He smiles, and waves at me.

“Oh! How kind of you Seungkwan. Come in, come in!” My mom ushers him hurriedly inside, and takes the paper bag from his hands.

She looks at me pointedly, “Make some space for him!”

Seungkwan, alarmed, quickly blurts, “Oh no, it’s okay! I can just stand here...”

Despite his protests, I move my legs off the couch and move off to one side. I look at Seungkwan, who has a look of horror (and a bit of shame) on his face, and pat the very vacant seat beside me.

“Seungkwan, it’s okay. Lying down for so long isn’t great anyway.” I reassure him.

“Well, I won’t be here long. I just wanted to check if you were okay. But also, I felt a bit guilty that I didn’t notice that you were sick this morning.”

If I thought my head pounding was painful, the rapid and loud beating of my heart in my chest is quickly overshadowing that pain. Kind, charming, sweet seat mate and friend Boo Seungkwan, who offered me his water bottle [despite the fact that he can’t get a refill throughout the day], dropped by my house afterwards to give me a basket of tangerines, came to my house early in the morning to accompany me on my way to school [even if he was closer if he were to walk from his home], brought homemade samgyetang, and now says he feels guilty for not noticing I was still feeling sick. I think I might just melt into this couch, actually.

Thinking of nothing to respond, I switch the subject and ask him how his family is doing.

“They’re doing pretty good. My sisters miss seeing you. They always liked you ‘cause they could dress you up and talk about girl things I probably can’t understand.” He laughs.

“Well, I miss them too. Being an elder sister to Nari makes me want one too. I’ll make sure to visit when I get better.”

To that, he merely nods. We’re left in awkward silence again. Running out of things to say, I impulsively invite him over for dinner.

“Oh, no it’s alright, I don’t want to be a nuisance.”

My mom overhears him and quickly excuses him (more like begs him with pleading eyes), “No, Seungkwan. It’s alright. We would love to have you over for dinner! It’s always just us three, so another would make great company.”

“Eomma’s right, Kwan.” 

Kwan. The nickname again. I silently hope he doesn’t notice. And instead of dwelling on why it felt so natural to call him that, like in the old days, I beg him to stay.

“It’s the least we can do for all you’ve done for us, for me. The visits, the tangerines, the samgyetang, your water… Please stay.”

He looks at me to my mother, in deep thought. He fumbles with his hands, and I take notice of how slender and pretty they are. He takes a deep breath as he answers, “Okay.” My mom cheers and shouts my sister and I’s names, telling us to set the table and help her in the kitchen.

“Let me help!” Seungkwan says loudly, standing up from his seat.

“No.” We say in unison. Seungkwan gives up and sits back down with a huff.

During dinner, the atmosphere in our cozy kitchen is delightful, with lively conversation filling the air. A table for four, an antique lamp hanging right above our heads, and a lit candle on the counter. Seungkwan seamlessly fits in, right here beside me, engaging in cheerful chatter with my family. As we lock eyes occasionally, we can't help but share sheepish smiles.

In the middle of Seungkwan telling a story of how his sisters dressed him up for Chuseok last year, a sudden and powerful thunderclap reverberates the room and takes us all by surprise. Nari drops her spoon in surprise and latches on to our mother. As my mom consoles her, I look over at Seungkwan and see him deep in thought.

Oh right, he still has to go home.

“Oh, that must be the rain. Before it gets any stronger, I should probably go…” He says, looking down, afraid to disappoint my mother.

Out of concern (and concern only), I butt in. “What if it gets stronger as you’re walking home? Even with an umbrella, the walk home will still be pretty dangerous.” My overthinking self proves to be quite resourceful at this moment in concocting excuses, even though, in reality, it's not even raining yet. Despite that fact, I continue, “It’ll be better to wait it out, here, where you’re safer.”

I look to my mother in hopes she would agree with me. Her brows are raised but she relaxes them back as soon as I nudge mine for her to interject.

“Oh, yes. Agreed. Definitely. It’s time we took care of you, don’t you think?”

We all look to Seungkwan. An uneasy expression settles on his face. So, to assure him that he isn’t overstaying his welcome (I don’t think he ever can), I place my hand on his arm and smile softly.

“Please?” I squeeze his arm a bit. “I don’t want your family to get mad at me anyway for sending you home drenched.”

He chuckles and places his hand on top of mine. It’s warm. Where is this heat coming from? My fever? My naturally sweaty hands? My hand being sandwiched by his skin? The candle? Or maybe, it has something to do with the loud, fast rhythm my heart is going.

“Okay, okay. You convinced me.” He says out loud. His hand still on mine.

As dinner ends, my mother tells me to put on a movie in the living room to pass time in waiting out the rain. Seungkwan and I make offers to help with the dishes, but my mother is sure she can handle it and doesn’t let us forget that, actually, I’m still sick. Seungkwan, as if hit with this revelation, looks to me with shock as if he had also forgotten why he had come in the first place.

He rushes us back into the living room, settling on the couch, and picking a movie to watch.

“How about that one?”

“The Mimic?! Are you serious?! I’m sorry but no.” He says to me, as if very offended.

“But they said it’s good!”

“How about this one instead?”

The Lover’s Lake, flashes on the TV. I look to him in surprise. I should’ve known he was a rom-com guy.

“See, look. 5 star ratings! This is definitely the one.” He says excitedly. With this much excitement coming from him , I find it impossible to say no. He celebrates shortly, then stands up to dim the lights, setting the perfect mood, and then settles back down, wiggling around to find a more comfortable position. And this said position seems to be at a spot closer to me than he was previously.

I have this thing where, if the movie is good, I tend to instantly fall asleep. And that is just what I did. My eyes were getting heavy about just 20 minutes in. I had felt myself slowly leaning onto Seungkwan, and continued doing so until my head rested on his shoulder. He had not said a word about it, and continued to watch the film.

Maybe it was just my imagination, but he had leaned onto me too. Though, I wouldn’t be so sure about that as I had drifted off to sleep by then.

“Okay, now just pull the bunny ears you’re holding. Pull them tight.”

Following his instructions, I pull tight and successfully tie my shoelaces. His face contorts in delight and breaks out in a big smile.

“See! You did it! Not that hard, right?”

“It was hard.”

He laughs and picks me up in his arms.

Giving me a big smooch on my cheek, he tells me, “I’m proud of you anyway, my love.”

“Thanks, appa.” I say, and hug him tighter.

“Now go back down and show them.”

I run down the stairs excitedly. Today’s my 4th birthday and my family and friends have come to celebrate with me. There’s people towering over me everywhere. Finding my way to my mom to show her my recent feat, I maneuver through the crowd the best I can, but in doing so, I bump into someone.

“Ow, my head!”

As the voice screams out, I instinctively reach for the spot where we bumped, trying to figure out who I even bumped into.

It’s Seungkwan!

“Seungkwan!” He greets me back with the same enthusiasm, both of our pains ebbing away.

“Look!” I point to my shoes and he looks down to see what I’m even excited about.

His jaw drops a bit at the achievement usually only 6 year olds can achieve. “You did those?!”

“Yep.” I say with a proud smile. He continues looking at me in shock and he looks down at his shoes.

Velcros.

I laugh heartily but stop immediately when Seungkwan looks back up at me with an annoyed face.

In an attempt to make him feel better, I ask him if he wants to go get sweets with me. He puts up a bit of a fight before agreeing, but says yes anyway as if it was his last resort.

I take his hand in mine as we weave through the crowd towering over us. He squeezes my hand every now and then, when someone bumps into him and he’s lagging behind, afraid I’ll leave him behind. I tug on his hand.

After what felt like the world’s most grueling journey, we arrive at the kitchen. The sweets are on the counter, but they are really, really high up—way beyond our reach.

Seungkwan and I share a look.

He gives me a nod and I return a look of confusion. He nodded at me like I knew what he was about to do, or that we’ve been through this a million times. He really needs to stop watching those spy movies.

He leaves for a moment and comes back with a stool. As he takes a step on it, it wiggles a bit and I clutch onto him immediately. I look up at him and he merely says, “Oops.” I furrow my brows at him in annoyance.

“Let go of me! I’m so near!” He whines while gently pushing my forehead.

I sigh in defeat and let him go.

He takes another step, both feet on the stool. The added leverage enables him to see the array of sweets on the counter, which, judging by his reaction, is a pretty damn lot.

“Woah! There’s bungeo-ppang, chocopie, songpyeon, and-” He pauses and lets out a gasp.

“What? What is it?! Tell me!” I beg, tugging on his shorts.

He looks at me to create suspense, and then screams in glee, “HOTTEOK! Our favorite!”

In utter surprise and excitement, I pull my hand away from Seungkwan and start applauding. But it seemed like I did it too quickly, causing him to lose balance. From the first wobble, I start screaming his name repeatedly.

“Seungkwan! Seungkwan!” I say it repeatedly, and too fast, that by some point (yes, at this point he is still pretty much wobbling, putting up a good fight) all anyone would hear is, “Kwan! Kwan! Kwaaaan!”

He falls.

I rush to his side and ask him if he’s okay. He stays on the floor, with his eyes closed. After a beat of silence, he starts laughing. I look at him in confusion, wondering if he hit his head too hard. Seungkwan is now crazy and I have to say bye-bye forever.

He opens his eyes and stops laughing as soon as he sees my expression.

“You sounded so funny. ‘Kwan! Kwan! Kwan!” He says, mimicking my voice.

I smack him square on the shoulder.

“Sorry. Here-” He tries to sit up and hands me something. A single piece of hotteok. “Happy birthday!”

I take it from his hand saying, “Oh. Thanks!”

“What happened here?!”

We both look up in surprise at the horrified voice. It’s my mother.

In fear, Seungkwan starts apologizing frantically. “Sorry! We just wanted some sweets but I fell down. Don’t worry they’re still fine! I just got one hotteok though.”

My mom sighs deeply and helps Seungkwan up. She returns the stool from where it came from and reaches for something on the counter.

“Here. One for you, since you fought so valiantly for it.” She says, ruffling his hair. Someone from the living room calls for her. She gives us a smile and walks away.

Seungkwan and I exchange amused glances and burst into laughter. Amidst our laughter, I manage to take a bite of the hotteok now and then, only to continue laughing with my mouth full. Seungkwan playfully teases me, "You hotteok addict! At least wait for us to stop laughing!”

I smack his shoulder again, which seems to urge him to tease me further. “Hotteok addict! Hotteok addict!” He starts mimicking my voice and my rushed tone from earlier, now saying, “Tteokki! Tteokki! Tteokki!”

“What does that even mean?!”

He shrugs. “I don’t know. What does Kwan mean?!”

“Your name is SeungKWAN, stupid!”

“Kwan! Kwan! Kwan!”

“Tteokki! Tteokki! Tteokki!”

“Yah!” We both look at the booming voice, and see my dad towering over us with his brow raised. Seungkwan and I look at each other and nod. Then we start running away in laughter.

A loud thunderstrike jolts me awake.

Huh. My 4th birthday. That was the last time my dad celebrated my birthday with me, and the last time Seungkwan ever saw him alive. What a bittersweet memory.

I try to raise my head but feel a weight on top of it, stopping me from doing so.

My cheeks heat up at the realization. Seungkwan fell asleep too. And, he’s leaning on me.

In a state of panic, I try to make him more comfortable, but only lead myself to move my head and realize how stiff my neck is. I wince in pain which jolts Seungkwan awake. He looks around, feeling heavily disoriented.

“Sorry! I didn’t mean to wake you.” I say.

He looks at me with his mouth slightly open, his hair all floofed up in different directions, and a faint red mark on his left cheek where he was leaning on me.

He gains a bit of composure and says, “No! If anything, it’s my fault. Sorry for falling asleep on you. It must have been uncomfortable.” He scratches the back of his head, feeling a bit ashamed.

With no intention of lying, I agree with him. “Yeah, a bit. But it’s alright.” I say, laughing a bit towards the end to make him more comfortable.

“Well, it seems like the rain has stopped. I should head home…”

My mouth opens to say something, but the words seem to escape me, leaving me with a simple, "Oh."

He stands up to collect his things and prepares to leave. I stand and go to the door before he can, then Seungkwan appears in front of me.

I open the door and gesture my hand for him to step out first. He smiles shyly and heads out, with me following right after.

“So, uh, thanks. For coming by today. I really lo-liked having you here.”

“Me too.” He responds promptly. It seems to be a vague response so he adds, “Thank you, I mean. Thank you also for the great dinner and letting me stay for a while. Sorry again for… sleeping on you…” He looks away.

I laugh and tell him, “Kwan, you apologize too much y’know. Honestly, tone it down.”

He lets out a blissful sigh. “Well, I won’t keep you out here for too long. Goodbye.” He wistfully says, saying my name at the end.

“Goodbye, Seungkwan. I’ll see you in school.”

He starts walking away, towards his home, away from me. And for some reason, I wait. I wait for him to do something. Not exactly sure what. But I just feel like I don’t want this to end.

So I rush back inside the house and reach for something below the shoe rack. I run after Seungkwan, shouting his name.

Alarmed, he looks back immediately in shock. I stand before him tired and panting with my hands on my knees.

“What are you-”

“Here-” I hand him an umbrella. It’s pink and has flowers. “You should use this. Y’know, in case it- umm, rains again.”

He appears hesitant, almost ready to decline, but he stops himself and settles for a simple, kind, and gentle, "Thank you. You didn't have to do that.”

We stand in the middle of the street, just staring at each other with soft smiles. Just two people who have been gravitating around each other, now seemingly refusing to be apart.

He breaks the silence and says, “I’ll go now. For real this time,” while pointing a finger at me. We share a laugh.

Feeling a bit ashamed, I look down and say, “Sorry.”

“Ah, it’s alright.”

He smiles at me, and in response, I smile back and nod, silently indicating that I have nothing else to say to hold him back from going home.

“Get well soon, Tteokki.” He says, ruffling my hair. I say nothing about the nickname, like he did all those times before, and keep smiling.

Seungkwan finally turns back and walks towards the direction of his home, and I do the same.

Before I step inside, I can't help but glance back at him. Seungkwan continues walking with the umbrella hanging on his wrist, swinging it along with his arms. I keep my eyes fixed on him until his silhouette fades away.

With a sigh, I turn back inside, unaware that a certain round-faced boy had momentarily halted his walk and looked back, his thoughts mirroring mine. Just for a moment.

After an exhausting day of essentially doing nothing, I plop down on my bed. I fluff my pillows, get under my covers, and hold onto my teddy bear, hoping for the best sleep ever.

However, just as I close my eyes for about three seconds, I hear a notification sound from my phone. Unable to ignore it, I reach over to my bedside table and check the notification. The curiosity of not knowing what it is would surely keep me from sleeping soundly anyway.

It’s a message from my mom.

Confused, I swipe to open our conversation and see that she has sent me an image. It hasn’t fully loaded yet so I click on it and wait.

When the image loads, my heart starts beating quickly.

It’s a picture of me and Seungkwan sleeping on the couch. My head on his shoulder, his head on top of mine. My brows aren’t furrowed like they usually are. I look relaxed; at ease. I don’t look like I’m sick at all. And Seungkwan looks the same.

I zoom in behind us and see Nari smiling wide holding up a peace sign.

I shake my head and react on the picture with an angry emoji. Before I turn off my phone, my finger hovers over a button.

It doesn’t take much resistance from me to go ahead and click it, so I do.

Then a pop-up notification appears on my phone.

Image saved.

I smile to myself, then turn off my phone and head back to sleep.

Maybe I don’t hate being sick anymore.

a/n: loosely based on a dream I had of seungkwan! fun fact: that dream was the reason he ultimately became my bias T__T i miss u boo! Be well, always <3

[venusjaynie]

harry styles social media au!

harry styles x fem!horan!reader

summary: fans have speculated for years that harry has some kind of secret relationship with niall horan's little sister that he hasn't disclosed to the public. little do they know...

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yourinstagram: i couldn't want you anymore :)

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hellolovers: HARRY WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE

↳ slayrry: STOP WHY IS ANNE HERE TOO

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yourinstagram: nice kitchen x

↳ harrystyles: it's not mine ;)

harriesberries: THERES NO WAY

↳ harryscherries: THE MATCHING LYRICS?? HELLO??

↳ hellolovers: surely it's @yourinstagrams kitchen

↳ harriesberries: it HAS to be

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yourinstagram: shit quality, perfect right angle.

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harrystyles: I thought you had a better view than this? Why is it so zoomed in?

↳ yourinstagram: one of your doting fans sent me this and i zoomed it in even further :)

stylan: im sorry why is she so funny

↳ harriesberries: have we decided that their couple name is stylan??

↳ stylan: absolutely.

niallhoran: Did you measure the angle with a protractor?

↳ yourinstagram: of course i did

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harriesberries: harry leaving rumoured girlfriend @/yourinstagram's (supposed) LA apartment building yesterday!

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slayrry: guys i get that we want them to be together and stuff but maybe we shouldnt repost pap pics? we should probs just leave their relationship be and let them go about telling people.

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harrystyles: Love on Tour. Hamburg, Germany.

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yourinstagram: best. show. ever.

↳ harrystyles: I'm glad you were there :)

harriesberries: SURELY NOT

↳ harrysharries: I LOVE THEM SO MUCH

annetwist: Loved every minute of the show Harry! ❤️

↳ yourinstagram: so glad you flew out with me anne 🫶🫶

↳ harriesberries: HUH

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yourinstagram: in my lover era xx

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harrystyles: Love you

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ynhorannnn: i love them so much it hurts.

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harrystyles

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yourinstagram: imagine getting princess treatment like that. that is one lucky girl!

↳ harrystyles: She really is. Good thing I literally live to give her the princess treatment she deserves.

niallhoran: You'll be getting the "what are your intentions" talk this Christmas, Mr Styles.

↳ yourinstagram: niall stop embarrassing me 😭

↳ nialhoran: it's my job kid.

↳ hellolovers: best. sibling. duo. ever.

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yourinstagram: pls go buy some pleasing merch so harry can buy me a big fat engagement ring (im kidding i promise. you should buy pleasing stuff cause it's actually really cute (like my boyfriend))

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harrystyles: Maybe I've already bought that "big fat engagement ring"

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↳ harriesberries: STOP SHUT THE FUCK UP WHAT THE ANBIFDDJERIGFBHEWNFOSHFVGUDRBNGL

↳ stylan: REAL WHAT THE HELL OH MY

ynfan2004: yn says buy pleasing so im gonna go buy some pleasing

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harrystyles: Back at it ;)

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yourinstagram: woahhhh who's this cutie patootie infront of me

↳ harrystyles: You sure you aren't looking in a mirror?

↳ yourinstagram: stop making me blush mr styles

↳ harrystyles: No can do Mrs (soon-to-be) Styles

↳ yourinstagram: you're sounding awfully confident there sweetheart

↳ harriesberries: it feels like im reading their texts

[corrodedcoffins-blog]

♡ hey! i'm lizzie. 21. she/her. intp. gemini sun. taurus moon. sagittarius rising. habs/canucks fan. leafs hater (not sry)

♡ i also have a blog @crazycat-ladys-blog

♡ requests for one-shots and all aus are open (unless said otherwise below)

♡ what i will/won't write

♡ dividers by @saradika-graphics

my aus!

- ♥︎ consistent uploads (loose term) ♥︎ -

Taylor Swift x Fem!NHL!Reader

Older!Rockstar!Eddie x Popstar!Reader

Spencer Reid x Famous!Reader

Spencer Reid x Morgan!Reader

Regulus Black x Potter! Reader

- ♥︎ sporadic uploads ♥︎ -

Rockstar!Eddie x R&B Singer!Reader

Quinn Hughes x NHL Player!Reader

Quinn Hughes x Royal!Reader

Luke Hughes x Actress!Reader

Jack Hughes x Commentary Youtuber!Reader

Jack Hughes x Teen Mom!Reader

one shots!

🎀 fluff 🩰 angst 🩷 smut 🌷 social media edit

♡ celebrities!

🌷🎀 Karma Is My Girlfriend | Taylor Swift (has an au)

♥︎ Taylor goes to her girlfriend's hockey game, and Y/n goes to her girlfriend's concert.

🎀 Harry Girls | Platonic!Niall Horan

♥︎ Reader and Niall reunite on The Voice, fighting over the One Direction fans

🎀 'It Couple' | Andrew Garfield

♥︎ Where Andrew and Y/n are the 'it couple' of Hollywood

🌷Marriage Rumours | Andrew Garfield

♥︎ Rumours of a marriage end up to be true

🌷 Dunphy-Styles | Harry Styles

♥︎ Two child stars growing up and getting married.

♡ characters!

🎀🩰 Best Friends-With-A Baby | Eddie Munson

♥︎ When a best friends-with-benefits situation becomes a best friends-with-a baby situation.

🎀 Out Of Your Comfort Zone | Spencer Reid

♥︎ During a bookstore date Y/n's taste in books gets Spencer out of his comfort zone.

🎀🩰 History Repeats Itself | Jess Mariano

♥︎ Being a teen mom is hard but without any help it's even harder, after saving up enough she can finally move to Stars Hollow to be closer to her baby's father

🩷🎀 Aftercare | Eddie Munson

♥︎ Eddie believes the best type of aftercare is food

🎀 Meetings on a Window Sill | Remus Lupin

♥︎ Many don't know that during summer, Remus goes home to a muggle girl, and he spends more time on his fire escape than in his room some days

♡ athletes!

🎀 Unofficial Litter Sister | Platonic!Quinn Hughes

♥︎ Luke's girlfriend is sick, so Quinn comes to take care of his unofficial little sister.

🌷Eras Tour Love | Quinn Hughes

♥︎ How will fans react to Quinn dating one of Taylor Swift's dancers?

🎀 In Concert | Luke Hughes

♥︎ Luke brings Jack and a few teammates to his girlfriend's concert

🎀🩰 Moments In Time | Luke Hughes

♥︎ Moments in time during Y/n and Luke's relationship

🎀 So American | Nico Hischier

♥︎ Y/n invites her brothers and her boyfriend to one of her concerts

🩰🩷Second Chances | Trevor Zegras

♥︎ Reader giving Trevor another chance, after his already second chance and a complicated history. Right on the cusp of releasing her debut album

🎀 Caught The L-O-V-E | Quinn Hughes

♥︎ Quinn only falls more and more in love after going to his girlfriends concert

♡ youtubers!

🎀 Valentine's Reunite | Johnnie Guilbert

♥︎ After reconnecting after a few years, Y/n and Johnnie tell their fans they're friends again by a Valentine's video. With old feeling resurfacing the two have some tension that doesn't go unnoticed by said fans.

🎀 New Set | Johnnie Guilbert

♥︎ Giving boyfriend!Johnnie head scratches after getting new acrylics

[iguana-eyanna]

Make My Own Decisions

Pairing: Lewis Capaldi x Horan! Reader

Summary: Before you and Lewis make your relationship public, there's one person that you have to tell first: your brother, Niall Horan.

Warning: cursing, slight violence, mentions of alcohol

You were packing your things for a short trip back home to be with your family. Nonetheless, you were happy to finally catch up with your brother, Niall, who has been traveling for work. You both tried to catch up as much as you can, but you haven't disclosed about your relationship with his close friend, Lewis Capaldi.

When Niall introduced you to each other at an award show, Lewis forgot to breathe. He thought you were the most beautiful girl on earth. He wanted to date you right from the start, but Niall always told his friends that his baby sister was hands off.

Lewis decided right then and there that you were just a crush, but you were also having the same feelings for him. You wrote your phone number on a napkin and slipped it to him discreetly that night. From there, the rest was history.

"He's going to kill me." a voice said out loud. You turn to your left and see your boyfriend leaning by the door frame of your shared bedroom.

"He won't, I'll make sure of it." You said casually as you zipped your luggage.

He groaned as he lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling.

"I'm not joking, he's not going to like it when we tell him we've been dating for about a year, living-"

"in sin?" You ask, sarcastically.

He lifts himself up, showing you a serious face.

"Together." he corrects you.

Lew really looked up to Niall, he had so much experience with the world and often gave Lewis advice on music.

You felt a bit of pity so you crawled onto his lap, holding onto his shoulders as his hands fly to your waist.

"Knowing my brother, he will react like the drama king he is. But he knows deep down that I'm old enough to make my own decisions, especially when it centers on who I date. When mum told him that I was going to my first school dance with a boy, he left in the middle of his tour just to scare the boy off."

"That's not helping." Lewis said.

"What I'm trying to get at is... I'm not dating any other boy. I'm dating you, Lew. Niall knows what a great guy you are and that shouldn't change because you're dating me. So I'd say we just rip off the bandaid when we go to my mum's home."

Lewis smiles at you, hugging you closer.

"Alright then, to taking off the bandaid." He says.

You smile as you brush your fingers through his hair, about to lean in for a kiss.

"Pack up handsome, we got a flight to catch." You said, patting his shoulder as you were about to get off.

Lewis scoffs, then gives his mischievous grin.

"Oh, you're going to pay for that." He replies, grabbing you back with your waist you laughed out loud as he peppers kisses on your face.

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You knock on the door, feeling excited for everyone's reaction. But Lewis looked pale, feeling like his heart was going to jump out of his chest.

"Are you sure now is a good time to tell them? I mean, we just got out of a plane and I reek like that baby that was sat next to us."

"Lew, we just talked about this. They'll be fine." you said as you can hear someone walking towards the door.

Once the door opens, you see your mum gleam.

"Oh! Dear, we were supposed to pick you up at the airport!" She said, hugging you.

"Wanted to beat you to it. If Niall was there, the whole airport will be bombarded with fans."

"I can't help that I'm ruggedly good-looking," Niall said as he greeted you at the door.

You roll your eyes.

"Still big headed as always." You said, giving him a hug.

"Gah, you're just jealous bug." He says, hugging you back.

"Bug?" Lewis asks out loud.

Niall looks up, surprised.

"Lewis? What are you doing here man?" He asks, letting you go.

"I.... I'm here cause-" Lewis trailed on his sentence as Niall was still lost of hwy his friend was present.

"-your sis saw me on the flight here and said I can stay at your place instead paying ridiculous amounts at a hotel."

Niall's face was still, but you were looking at your boyfriend in disbelief.

Your brother broke into a grin and hugged Lew.

"Of course, man! You're family, you're welcome anytime." He says.

Your mom tells him to help take the luggage inside and you and Lewis walk behind them. He can tell you're upset as you haven't spoken anything to him, not even batting an eyelash.

Later on, your family starts to eat around the dinner table, talking and laughing.

"I know I shouldn't pry, but have you've been seeing anyone lately?" Your mom asks you.

You smile bitterly as you take a sip of your wine.

"Yeah, I have. He's scared of going public cause he's scared of Niall." You said not so subtly.

Lewis almost chokes but tries to cough it off. Your family didn't notice it, but you knew you were trying to get a reaction out of him.

"Damn right he should, anyone dating my baby sis has to go through me." Niall said, stabbing his steak.

"No cursing at the table, Niall" Your mom warned.

"How about you Lewis, anyone to come home to?" Your mom asks.

"Yeah Lewis, anyone in particular?" You ask.

He knew he dig his grave deep, but his inner thoughts were rapidly flying in his mind.

"I do... she's um, not like any girl I've been with. She's not afraid of anything, always stands up to her morals. Between you and me, she's funnier than me."

The whole table laughs as you smile softly, still trying not to cave in.

"What we have is amazing, I'm just... scared that I'm going to mess up in front of her family when I formally introduce myself to them. They mean everything to her and if they don't like me... I feel that she'd walk away forever."

"Oh Lewis, if she loves you, she'll understand what you're going through. Love takes time, but you also need to find the confidence to let them know you'll be serious with her." your mom said.

Lewis shyly smiles from your mom's words and looked at you to see your reaction.

You give him a gaze, knowing that he's really trying to make it work.

After dinner, you volunteered to do the dishes and saw that Lewis was coming towards you. He grabs a towel and starts drying the dishes from the dish drainer.

"I'm sorry about tonight. I know you said to rip off the band-aid, but I want them to know me a bit better before they judge me cause I'm dating you."

You sigh, folding your lips in.

"I get it, I do... But they need to know sooner or later. I don't want them finding out if they walk on us kissing or read a tabloid. They deserve to know what a great guy I'm dating."

"I'm great?" He asks. You groan and elbow him on his side as you two finish cleaning. You turn to him with a serious look, pointing your finger at him.

"I don't care if Niall is your best friend or boy crush: you need to tell him the truth. Understood?"

"Understood." He says, crossing his heart. He envelops his arms around you and holds you tightly as he places his head in the crook of your neck as you two sway back and forth.

The next day, Niall invited Lewis to play a friendly soccer competition with some of your relatives. You were catching up with some cousins off the field and you smile at Lewis trying to keep up with Niall.

During a break, Niall and Lew practice kicking the ball at each other.

Lew turns around and sees how you're looking at him adoringly.

"You know, you still haven't mentioned why you're here visiting." Niall says, kicking the ball lightly.

Lewis turns to Niall like a deer in headlights and gulps.

"I'm trying to visit my girlfriend's family. They live near here."

"Oh yeah? Maybe I know her and her family."

"I wouldn't doubt that." Lew replied.

Niall looks over his shoulder and sees you looking a bit uneasy.

"I don't like this boyfriend situation my sis has gotten herself into." Niall says.

Lew could feel his face burning up.

"She's a grown woman, she knows how to handle herself." He said, kicking the ball a bit harshly.

"Yeah, but why is she keeping it a secret? Like last night was the first time I ever heard about this guy and he doesn't have the guts to give me a call."

"Well, maybe he's just waiting for the right time cause he knows how you're important to her so he doesn't want to make a mess of things."

"Why do you even care about this? How can this jackass show that he's worthy enough to date my sister?"

Niall kicked the ball too hard and hit Lewis in the crotch. Lewis immediately falls on the ground, hugging himself.

"I am worthy of her you jerk." He groaned.

"Lew!" You shouted across the field as you ran towards them. You kneel down to check Lewis, then turned to your brother as your eyes were daggers.

"What did you to my fucking boyfriend, Niall?" You asked hostily.

"Boyfriend?" He questions, looking back at you and Lewis.

Lewis tries scrambling up as Niall's eyes began to grow red.

"Niall bud, let's just talk this out." Lew said as he got up to his feet.

"You're the one who's dating my sister?" He yells, about to grab Lewis.

Lewis tries to deflect, but accidentally hits your brother in the nose as it starts to bleed.

"Oh no." Lewis whispers as he makes a run for it while Niall screams in anger, saying that he's going to kill him. You were standing there, feeling your blood boil as your boyfriend and brother are embarrassing you.

Once they near you, you were quick enough to grab them by the ears while they groan in pain.

"You two stop playing around like kids!" You yelled as you took them to the bench.

They both sat on the end, not daring to look at each other.

You go to the cooler and took out two cans of beer, giving one to Niall for his nose and the other to Lewis for his lap.

"Are you alright?" You ask softly to Lewis, holding the side of his face.

"You're seriously asking him that over your own brother?"

"You tried to kill him!" You reply.

"Of course I had to, he lied to me! How long have you guys even been dating for?"

Lewis replies back but he grumbles under his breath, not wanting to be heard.

You pinch the bridge of your nose as you spoke up for the both of you.

"We've been dating for a year now."

Niall thinks, doing the math in his head and looks at Lew.

"I told you not to even think of asking her out and you went behind my back?" Niall asks, hearing a bit of hurt in voice.

"Niall, I had enough." You raised your voice, not caring if half of your family was nearby.

"Let's make one thing clear: You have never been in charge of my dating life. I get to choose who I want to be with and I chose Lewis. I was the one that initiated it, he tried not to. But after talking, we knew we'd be perfect for each other. Other than not wanting the public to know our business, we both decided to keep things private until it became more serious. Lewis wanted to tell you as soon as possible, but he was scared you'll get yourself riled up and murder him on the spot."

Lewis gets up and holds your hand tightly, looking at Niall.

"Look man, I love your sister. I would never do anything to hurt her. She brings out the best in me and all I want to do is give her the fucking world. I'm sorry it took this long."

Niall could only look at you with no emotion.

"Are you happy?" He asks you.

You nod your head as you come closer to Lew, snuggling in his side.

"More than you know."

Niall gets up and looks at his best friend.

"You meant every word you said?" He asks Lewis.

"Yes. There's nothing in the world that would stop me from loving her, even you."

Niall sighs and looks down at the ground.

"I'm happy that you two are together. I'm sorry I've been acting like an idiot."

"Yeah, you were an idiot." You said, punching his arm softly.

Lew smiles and hugs your side. "Get in here, brother-in-law"

Niall face fell dead serious.

"Oh my gosh, just hug him" You ordered your brother.

He playfully rolls his eyes and joined in. After all of the awful antics, you and Lewis got to tell the world that you were together. Niall was happy for you two, as he now got to call Lewis his brother.

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"Is this a bad time to ask for your blessing to propose?" Lew asks.

Niall looks at Lew. "Don't make me kick another ball to your-"

"Hey, he's trying to propose here." You said.

"You know, you two belong to each other. I have no say." Niall says, walking away.

"Wait, brotha!" Lew shouts, chasing after Niall.

"I'm around idiots." You said to yourself as you walked behind them as they were fighting again.

[sapphireplums]

ooo what about the reader giving harry the silent treatment and he does everything to get her attention.

𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭

DESCRIPTION || you ignore your boyfriend by giving him the silent treatment and harry does everything to get your attention.

WARNINGS || fluff! mild angst, assumptions of cheating, niall being protective.

PAIRING || harry styles x horan!reader

A/N || enjoy this fic my lovelies! i’m also about to see nwh rn and i’m scared for what i’m about to watch.

WHEN YOU FIRST MET HARRY, the two of you immediately clicked. Your older brother, Niall was always protective of you so when he heard that your feelings towards Harry started to become less platonic and more romantic, he freaked out. Whenever he would see you talking to Harry, or how Niall would phrase it, "flirting," he would try his best to somehow stand between the two of you, literally.

You loved how protective Niall was of you, but you wanted him to accept you and Harry and eventually, he gave in. He was reluctant at first, but when Niall saw how happy you were with Harry and the way he treated you, he knew there was nothing to worry about.

And because you met your brother's best friend, you and Harry have been in a happy relationship for over three years.

Currently, you were sitting on the sofa both you and Harry shared, munching on popcorn as your face was illuminated by the TV screen in front of you. You would have continued to watch your movie if it wasn't for the faint sounds of your phone buzzing, making you pause the movie so you can find it.

When you walked towards the counter, your phone screen was brightened by Niall's drunk face and you laughed lightly at the memory before swiping the answer button.

"Hello and why are you calling me?" You said sarcastically, earning a small chuckle from your brother on the other end of the line.

"Well, that's no way to treat your brother. Anyways, I'm sure it's nothing, but I may or may not have glanced over Harry’s phone and I saw he has been ignoring your texts? I just wanted to make sure the two of you were okay. I also saw that he was texting this woman named 'Ana.'"

Scrunching your eyebrows in confusion and the feeling of your heart dropping, you went back to your messages to see indeed that Harry read your texts but didn't answer them. And the fact that Harry was texting another woman, made your mind wander to the worst.

"You're right, he has been ignoring me. He read my messages but didn't even answer back. I don't know who Ana is, Niall," you told your brother, him evidently hearing the worry and sadness through your voice. Niall started to become angrier by the second and he didn't care if Harry was his friend, his sister always comes first.

The sounds of keys jingling at the front door indicated that Harry was home so you quickly told your brother that you had to go and before he could say anything else, you hung up your phone and angrily put it on the cushion of your sofa.

You knew you were probably overthinking this, but Harry was talking to another woman and was ignoring your texts? It seemed fishy to you and deep in your gut, you knew something was wrong.

Which is why you were about to give Harry the silent treatment.

Harry's footsteps increased behind you and suddenly, chills were sent down your spine when he hugged you from behind and pressed his gentle lips on your collarbone.

"Hello, m'love." You didn't even respond, you continued to scroll on Instagram, completely ignoring your boyfriend. Harry was quick to sense your odd behavior and worry started to flood in his body.

"Darling, are you alright?" Nothing. Still silence as you ignored his voice and this was when Harry knew something was wrong. He tilted his head in confusion and his green eyes were burning into your skull as you continued to ignore him.

"Y/n, why are you ignoring me?" Harry's tone of voice was louder and you can tell he was starting to lose his patience. When you continued to stay silent, Harry sighed and stood in front of you, his body towering over you. His arms were loose on his sides, frustration becoming evident.

Harry then caught you off guard when he placed his body on top of yours, his weight certainly making it harder to breathe, but you continued your silent treatmen, your gaze focused on the screen in front of you. He noticed you were still ignoring him and he groaned in annoyance.

"I'm not wearing my boxers right now," Harry in a low and seductive voice, hoping to seduce his way to make you talk. You simply stared up at him before rolling your eyes and looking back down onto your phone, making Harry stare at you bewildered by your response.

"Y/n, can you please talk to me? Did I do something wrong? If I did, I don't know how I can fix it if I don't know what I did." Strands of his hair were draped across his forehead and you stared at it intently before standing up from the sofa. You were about to walk past Harry, but before you could get far, you heard him mutter a 'nuh-uh' and he grabbed your forearm, his hand embracing it with slight pressure.

"No don't walk away from me. Please, darling, I need you to tell me what I did wrong so I can fix it. Please." You stared into Harry's pupils and you saw a tear slip from his eye which was one of the reasons why you caved in.

'Why would he be crying if he was cheating on you?' You thought to yourself. Seeing Harry tearing up made you want to hear what he has to say, so you finally mustered up the words you longed to say.

"Niall called me earlier," you spoke with your voice cracking slightly. When Harry noticed that you spoke, his head whipped up from the floor and his eyes were wide, patiently waiting for you to elaborate on your explanation.

"I guess being the protective brother he is, he glanced down on your phone and saw you were messaging someone, named Ana. And the fact that you were also ignoring my messages made me overthink the worst."

Harry shook his head vigorously and his hands were suddenly cupped around your cheeks. He made you look up into his eyes and you could immediately tell that what Harry was about to say next, would be genuine.

"No, no, no, no, love, you got it all wrong. Well first, I ignored your texts because I didn't want to accidentally text you. The reason I was texting someone named Ana was that she is a jewelry expert. She was giving me information on how to find the perfect ring.”

Ring?

"W-What? What do you mean you were trying to find a ring?" Harry smirked making your heart flutter with a million butterflies in your stomach.

"I think you know, darling."

You now felt horrible for overthinking the worst, but at the same time, you appreciated the way Niall was looking out for you. You walked closer to Harry's chest and placed your head on it, shame filling your body. You felt Harry's chest vibrate as he let out a light chuckle before embracing you in his strong arms.

"I'm so sorry for assuming things, Harry. I just got really worried for a second."

"Don't worry, love. I assure you, you have nothing to worry about because you won't be my girlfriend anymore the day I propose." You looked up to your boyfriend and pressed a love-filled kiss on his lips which he gladly returned.

"I love you so much, my love."

"I love you more, H." Before the two of you could share another kiss, the sudden noise of someone bursting through the door made you and Harry jump in surprise. But your posture softened when you saw it was just Niall.

"Alright Styles, I swear to god if you hurt my sister you are going to—"

"Niall!"

"What?" He stared at you, impatiently waiting to confront the person he thought hurt your feelings.

"Harry and I cleared things up, turns out, he's going to be your future brother-in-law soon." When you said this, Niall's resentful look was suddenly replaced by a cheerful one as he clapped his hands together and ran up to the two of you, a strong group hug being led by your brother.

"Oh, I knew I had nothing to worry about. This is the best day ever! I will help plan out the wedding, don't worry about a thing. The boys and I got this."

You laughed at your brother as he danced around your home and honestly, nothing can get better than this. Harry pretty much said he was going to marry you in the future and it was about to be confirmed.

"How about you say we give Niall some nieces and nephews hmm?" Harry said with his sly smirk but you simply slapped him on his chest, rolling your eyes playfully.

"How about we get married first, then we can talk about kids."

[niallerspayno]

Gotta Be You - Part 2

Masterlist

As Liam’s little sister you’ve always looked up to him—he’s your protector, your biggest supporter, and your closest friend. When Liam joins One Direction and catapults into fame, he invites you to join his world, hoping it’ll help you find your own path. But instead, you find Niall. From the moment you meet him, there’s a spark, a connection you can’t ignore. Yet Liam has one unyielding rule: none of his bandmates can date you. With hearts tangled and loyalties tested, will you and Niall find a way to your happy ending?

Tags: Niall x reader, Liam x sister!reader, slow burn, angst, forbidden love, mutual pining, mentions of blood

Part 1 | Part 3 - coming soon

…

The months back home have been a much-needed reprieve. For the first time in years, your days have been quiet, your nights your own. No sound checks, no tour schedules, no arenas filled with screaming fans. Just the stillness of home and the comfort of your family.

Liam’s been in and out, juggling interviews, appearances, and studio sessions, but you’ve savored the moments when it’s just the two of you. It feels like old times—watching movies on the couch, teasing each other relentlessly, and talking about everything and nothing.

But now, the calm is over.

The third tour is about to begin, and you’re back in the whirlwind. You’re excited, of course. You’ve missed the energy, the camaraderie, and the rush of being part of something so big. You’re eager to see everyone again—Harry, Louis, Zayn, 5SOS—but there’s one face you’ve been dreading.

Niall.

You haven’t seen him since the last tour ended. Months of distance should have been enough to push your feelings into the background, but you know the second you see him, it’ll all come rushing back. The ache in your chest, the flutter in your stomach, the overwhelming pull toward him. It’s a cycle you can’t seem to escape.

As the car pulls up outside the hotel, the familiar hum of excitement and nerves settles in your chest. The third tour is starting, and everything feels bigger, louder, more intense than ever before.

“You ready?” Liam asks, glancing at you as he pulls your suitcase from the trunk.

“Yeah,” you say, but the word feels heavier than it should.

You are ready—or at least you think you are. You’ve missed the energy, the crew, your friends. You’ve missed Harry’s endless teasing, Louis’s infectious laughter, Zayn’s quiet jokes. Even the 5SOS boys, with their cheeky grins and harmless flirting, have a special place in your heart.

But there’s one person you haven’t missed. Or rather, one person you’ve tried not to think about.

Niall.

You haven’t seen him in months. You’ve told yourself the space was good for you, that time and distance would dull the sharp edges of your feelings. But as you and Liam step into the bustling hotel lobby, your heart sinks.

He’s here somewhere. And no amount of time apart will ever be enough to erase the way he makes you feel.

“Y/N!”

The shout comes from across the room, and you look up to see Michael barreling toward you, his arms open wide.

“Hey, trouble!” you laugh as he pulls you into a bear hug.

Calum, Luke, and Ashton aren’t far behind, grinning like they’ve been waiting weeks to see you. Calum’s the first to ruffle your hair, Luke squeezes your shoulder, and Ashton lingers just a little longer as he hugs you, his smirk playful.

“Miss us?” Ashton asks, his tone teasing.

“Not even a little,” you joke, earning a round of laughter.

“You’re lying,” Michael says. “No one can resist this face.” He points to himself dramatically, making you roll your eyes.

The harmless flirting is familiar, comforting even. They’ve always been like this with you—teasing, lighthearted, never crossing a line. It’s the kind of attention that makes you feel seen but never pressured.

As you’re laughing with the 5SOS boys, you spot Louis, Harry, and Zayn out of the corner of your eye. You excuse yourself, crossing the room to greet them, and Louis immediately pulls you into a crushing hug.

“Finally!” Louis exclaims. “The Payne sibling duo is back.”

Harry grins, his dimples on full display. “We were starting to think you’d ditched us.”

Zayn offers a quieter smile, his eyes warm as he says, “Good to see you, Y/N.”

You’re in the middle of catching up, laughter bubbling up as Louis recounts some ridiculous story from their last show, when you feel it.

That unmistakable sensation of being watched.

You don’t have to look to know who it is.

Your skin prickles, and your pulse quickens. You glance around, almost involuntarily, and there he is. Niall.

He’s across the room, leaning casually against the check-in desk, but his eyes are fixed on you. His expression is unreadable—somewhere between curiosity and something darker.

And then you notice it.

The way his gaze flickers to Ashton, standing a little too close to you earlier. The way his jaw tightens when Michael reaches out to brush a strand of hair from your face.

He’s watching. He’s always watching.

You force yourself to turn back to Louis, but it’s no use. You can still feel Niall’s eyes burning into you, like a weight pressing down on your chest.

“Earth to Y/N,” Louis says, snapping his fingers in front of your face.

“Sorry,” you mumble, shaking your head. “What were you saying?”

But your mind isn’t on Louis or the story he’s telling. It’s on Niall. It’s always on Niall.

...

Tour life has always had a rhythm, a predictable ebb and flow that you’ve fallen back into with ease. After a few days on the road, the chaos feels like second nature again. The endless travel, the soundchecks, the laughter—it’s good to be back with Liam and your friends. The boys have been welcoming, teasing and protective as always, and being around them again feels like coming home.

But tonight, sleep doesn’t come easy.

Your mind refuses to quiet, thoughts spiraling as you lay in the dark hotel room. You’d been reading earlier, a rabbit hole of research into tragic celebrity deaths—stories of lives lost too young, of accidents and violence and grief. The images and words linger in your mind, twisting themselves into something darker as you drift off.

And then the nightmare begins. A vivid, a horrifyingly real distortion of your world.

You’re running, the sound of your breath loud in your ears, panic clawing at your chest. The hotel hallways are dark and endless, and no matter how fast you move, you can’t reach them.

“Liam!” you scream, your voice cracking as you round a corner.

You see him, crumpled on the floor, blood pooling around him. His eyes are open but unseeing, his face pale.

“Liam, no, please!” You drop to your knees, shaking him, but he doesn’t respond.

There’s a noise behind you—a laugh, cold and cruel—and you turn to see Harry, Zayn, Louis, and Niall, their faces frozen in terror as shadowy figures surround them.

“No!” you sob, scrambling to your feet. “Please, don’t hurt them!”

But the scene unfolds like a twisted movie you can’t stop. One by one, the boys fall, their lifeless bodies hitting the ground as you scream and scream.

“Niall!” His name tears from your throat as you watch him stumble, blood blooming across his shirt.

He looks at you, his lips forming your name, before he collapses.

The sound of your own screams jolts you awake.

Your heart is pounding, your body drenched in sweat as you sit up, gasping for air. For a moment, you’re still caught in the dream, the images burned into your mind.

“Y/N.”

A gentle hand on your shoulder makes you jump, and you whip around, your breath catching.

“It’s me,” Niall says softly, crouched beside your bed. His eyes are filled with concern, his voice low and soothing. “It’s just me.”

Your pulse races as reality crashes over you. You’re in your hotel room, safe, alive. The boys are fine. Liam is fine.

“Niall?” you whisper, your voice trembling.

“I heard you,” he says, sitting on the edge of your bed now. His hand lingers on your shoulder, grounding you. “You were screaming. I thought—” He breaks off, shaking his head. “Are you okay?”

The tears come then, hot and uncontrollable, and you cover your face with your hands. “It felt so real,” you choke out.

“Hey,” Niall murmurs, his voice soft as he pulls your hands away. “It’s okay. It was just a nightmare.”

“I saw you die,” you whisper, your voice cracking. “All of you. Liam, you, everyone. I couldn’t stop it.”

The words hang heavy in the air, and Niall’s expression shifts—sadness, worry, something deeper.

“I’m right here,” he says, his hand moving to yours. “We’re all fine. I promise.”

You nod, but the tears keep coming, the fear still clawing at your chest.

Without thinking, you lean into him, resting your forehead against his shoulder. He hesitates for only a second before wrapping his arms around you, his grip firm and reassuring.

“It’s okay,” he whispers again, his hand gently rubbing your back. “You’re safe, Y/N. I’ve got you.”

“Can you—” You hesitate, your voice trembling. “Can you stay? Just for a little while. I… I can’t be alone right now. I need to know you’re safe.”

For a moment, Niall doesn’t move, and you worry you’ve crossed a line. But then he nods, his gaze softening. “Of course.”

He stands and moves to the other side of the bed, slipping under the covers without hesitation. His presence is immediate and comforting, the warmth of him chasing away the lingering cold of the nightmare.

“Come here,” he says gently, opening his arms.

You don’t think twice, curling into his side. His arm wraps around you, firm and steady, and his heartbeat is a soothing rhythm against your ear.

“It was so horrible,” you whisper, your voice muffled against his chest. “I thought I lost you all.”

“You didn’t,” he says quietly, his fingers brushing through your hair in a steady, calming motion. “We’re here. I’m here.”

The tears come again, silent this time, and you clutch at his shirt, needing the reassurance of his solidity. The scent of him—clean and familiar—grounds you further, and the sound of his breathing begins to lull you.

“I’m sorry for waking you,” you murmur after a while, your voice barely audible.

“Don’t be,” Niall replies, his tone firm. “You don’t have to go through stuff like this alone, Y/N. I mean that.”

You glance up at him, his blue eyes soft in the dim light. There’s something unspoken there, something you can’t bring yourself to address.

“Thank you,” you whisper instead, and he smiles—a small, tender smile that makes your chest ache.

“Try to sleep,” he says, pulling the blanket around you both. “I’ll stay as long as you need.”

And for the first time that night, you believe him.

...

The soft morning light spills through the gap in the curtains, painting the room in gentle hues of gold and amber. You stir under the blanket, the fabric warm and cocooning, the faint scent of linen mingling with something unmistakably Niall—clean and familiar. For a moment, as sleep loosens its hold, you feel entirely at peace, your chest rising and falling in rhythm with the faint sound of his breathing beside you.

You blink your eyes open slowly, the soft glow of the room settling into focus. Niall’s still there, propped up slightly against the headboard, his head turned toward you. His hair is ruffled, his jaw shadowed with stubble, and the gentle weight of his gaze makes your heart stutter.

“Mornin’,” he says, his voice low and rough, like gravel softened by honey.

You stretch slightly under the blanket, a sleepy smile tugging at your lips. “Morning.”

The quiet between you feels almost sacred, the kind of stillness that wraps around you like a second blanket. The world outside the room doesn’t exist for now, and you can’t remember the last time you felt this safe, this grounded.

“Did you sleep okay?” Niall asks, his tone laced with concern.

You nod, shifting to sit up. “Better than I have in years,” you admit, your voice soft. “Thank you for staying. I… I don’t think I could’ve been alone last night.”

“I wasn’t going anywhere,” he says simply, his blue eyes holding yours. There’s a warmth in his gaze that makes your chest tighten. “You scared the hell out of me, though. Screaming like that…” He trails off, running a hand through his disheveled hair.

You swallow hard, the memory of the nightmare flickering at the edges of your mind. “It felt so real,” you whisper, your voice trembling slightly. “Seeing all of you like that... I didn’t know if I’d ever wake up.”

Niall shifts closer, his knee brushing against yours under the blanket. “You’re awake now,” he says softly. “And we’re all fine. You’re fine.”

The words settle over you like a balm, and for a moment, you let yourself believe them.

Before you can respond, a sharp knock interrupts the quiet, followed by the door creaking open.

“Y/N—” Liam’s voice fills the space as he steps inside. His eyes land on you and Niall, still sitting on the bed together, and he freezes.

Your heart lurches as you glance between the two of them, the tension snapping into place like a taut wire.

“What the hell is this?” Liam demands, his voice low and edged with something sharp.

You scramble out of the bed, your bare feet meeting the cool floor. “Liam, it’s not—”

But his focus is locked on Niall, his fists clenching at his sides.

Niall stands slowly, his movements deliberate. His hands rise slightly, palms out in a gesture of peace. “Nothing happened, mate. She had a nightmare, and I was just—”

“You were just what?” Liam snaps, his voice rising.

Before Liam can say more, you surge forward, throwing your arms around him. “You’re okay,” you whisper, your voice breaking. “You’re okay.”

Liam stiffens in your embrace, the anger melting from his body as he wraps his arms around you. “Of course I’m okay,” he murmurs, his voice softening as he presses his chin to the top of your head. “Y/N, what’s going on?”

You pull back just enough to meet his eyes, your hands clutching his shirt. “I had a nightmare,” you admit, your voice trembling. “You were gone, Liam. All of you were gone, and I couldn’t—” Your voice falters, tears pricking at your eyes.

His face softens, guilt flickering in his expression as he shakes his head. “Hey, hey, it was just a dream,” he says gently. “I’m right here, yeah? We all are. Nothing’s gonna happen to us.”

Behind you, Niall stands quietly, the tension in his posture replaced by something softer, more resigned. You glance at him over your shoulder, catching the way his gaze lingers on you, a silent reassurance in his expression.

“Why was Niall in here?” Liam asks, though the edge has faded from his voice.

You sigh, stepping back from him. “I was screaming in my sleep,” you explain. “He heard me and came to check on me. That’s all.”

Liam’s gaze shifts back to Niall, and the unspoken conversation between them hangs heavy in the room. “We’ll talk about this later,” Liam says finally, his tone firm but no longer accusatory.

Niall nods, his jaw tightening briefly before he glances at you.

“Liam,” you say softly, drawing his attention back to you. “It’s okay. He was just helping me.”

Liam studies you for a long moment before exhaling and pulling you into another hug. “Alright,” he mutters. “But next time, you come to me first, yeah? I’ll always be here for you.”

“I know,” you whisper, your cheek pressed against his chest. “I’m sorry for scaring you.”

He presses a kiss to the top of your head before stepping back. “Breakfast in an hour,” he says, his gaze darting briefly to Niall before he leaves.

The door clicks shut, and the silence in the room feels heavier now, weighted with everything unsaid.

“Thank you,” you say, turning to Niall. The words feel small, inadequate for everything he’s done.

“Anytime,” he replies, his voice quiet but sure.

The warmth of his presence lingers long after he’s gone, a reminder of the fragile threads pulling you closer, even when the world seems determined to keep you apart.

...

The tour had been running smoothly for weeks now, the chaotic rhythm of life on the road settling into something almost predictable. You’d fallen back into the swing of things with ease—early mornings, long nights, coordinating schedules, and solving problems as they came. It was exhausting but exhilarating, and you’d missed it more than you realized during your time off.

But Niall…

Niall had been distant again.

After that night in your hotel room, when he’d stayed with you and chased away the nightmares, you thought maybe things were changing. The connection you’d felt in those quiet hours had been so real, so grounding. But almost as quickly as he’d opened up, he’d shut himself off again.

You didn’t need to guess why. Liam.

Your brother had barely spoken to you about it, but you’d seen the way he and Niall had exchanged tense looks the morning after. Whatever unspoken conversation they’d had had worked—Niall was back to being polite, distant, and frustratingly unattainable.

Tonight, though, you weren’t going to let it bother you.

The boys, the 5SOS crew, and the rest of the tour team were taking the rare night off to go out. The city was buzzing with energy, the kind that seeped into your veins and made you feel alive. You weren’t in the mood to sit at the table nursing a drink and watching everyone else have fun. No, tonight, you wanted to let loose, to forget about work, Niall, Liam, and everything else.

The bar was packed, the music loud and the drinks flowing freely. You’d dressed for yourself tonight, something that made you feel confident and free. Ashton and Luke had already pulled you into conversation, their easygoing banter making you laugh as you sipped on your drink.

“You’re looking far too serious for a night out,” Ashton teased, nudging your arm.

“I think she needs a dance,” Luke added, already reaching for your hand.

You rolled your eyes, but you didn’t protest as they led you toward the dance floor. The music was pulsing, the bass heavy enough to vibrate in your chest. You let yourself get lost in it, in the lights and the laughter and the way Ashton spun you around dramatically, drawing a cheer from Luke.

For the first time in a long while, you felt light.

But you could feel him.

Even as you laughed and danced, you could feel Niall’s eyes on you. His gaze burned into you, following your every move, and when you finally dared to glance in his direction, the expression on his face stopped you cold.

He was watching you with an intensity that made your heart race, his jaw tight, his knuckles white around the bottle in his hand. Liam was beside him, clearly trying to engage him in conversation, but Niall’s focus was entirely on you.

“You alright?” Ashton asked, leaning in to be heard over the music.

You blinked, forcing a smile. “Yeah, I’m good.”

“You don’t look it,” he pressed, his eyes narrowing slightly.

“I’m fine, Ash,” you assured him, though your gaze flickered back to Niall.

He caught you looking this time, and the rawness in his expression was almost too much to bear. You turned away quickly, grabbing Ashton’s arm and pulling him closer as if proximity to him could drown out the ache in your chest.

But it didn’t.

And you knew, without even looking, that Niall had just seen every bit of it.

By the time everyone squeezes into a large booth near the back of the bar, the atmosphere is charged with energy. The bass of the music reverberates through the floor, blending with the hum of conversation and laughter. Drinks are passed around freely, and you can already feel the buzz in your head as you settle in between Luke and Harry.

Luke flashes you a mischievous grin, leaning in just a bit too close. “Alright, Y/N, truth or drink?”

You roll your eyes, a smile tugging at your lips. “That’s not even the game we’re playing.”

“It is now,” Luke quips, inching closer so his shoulder brushes against yours. “Truth: Who’s the best-looking guy at this table?”

The table collectively groans, and you can’t help but laugh. “Seriously, Luke?” you tease, but your eyes still scan the group, letting the game pull you in.

“Oh, come on,” Ashton chimes in, raising an eyebrow. “You know you’ve thought about it.”

Harry leans in from your other side, draping his arm casually across the back of the booth so his fingers graze your shoulder. His touch is warm, and the proximity makes your breath hitch just a little. “It’s not even a question, is it, love?” he murmurs, voice dropping lower, full of that teasing confidence. “We all know the answer.”

The group groans again, and Louis laughs, shaking his head. “Mate, you’ve got to stop thinking you’re God’s gift to humanity. It’s embarrassing.”

“I don’t think I am,” Harry fires back smoothly, his eyes glinting. “I know I am.”

The table erupts into laughter, but you feel a flush creeping up your neck. His cocky grin is irresistible, and the way his arm is still resting behind you makes it hard to concentrate. You swat his hand lightly, trying to play it cool. “You’re impossible,” you say with a smirk, leaning into the playful banter.

“You love it,” he shoots back without missing a beat, and you can’t help but laugh.

Zayn, sitting across from you, chuckles and takes a sip of his drink, his gaze flicking between you and Harry. “Alright, alright. We get it, Harry. But let’s actually play the game before your ego gets any bigger.”

“Agreed,” Liam chimes in, his eyes briefly flashing to you. There’s something there—something protective, possessive, and it almost makes you roll your eyes. You’re fine. You’re just having fun.

“Fine,” Luke says with a sigh, grabbing an empty shot glass and spinning it dramatically. The glass slows, finally landing on Louis.

Louis leans forward with a grin. “Hit me.”

Luke rubs his hands together in anticipation. “Alright. If you had to date one of the crew, who would it be?”

Louis snorts, shaking his head. “Too easy. It’d be Paul, obviously. Who wouldn’t want a guy who’s got your back and knows your schedule?”

The group erupts in laughter, even you, and Louis just takes it in stride with his usual quick wit. He’s impossible to be around without laughing.

The glass spins again, this time landing on you.

“Oh, this should be good,” Louis teases, rubbing his hands together like he’s about to drop a bombshell. “Who’s got the question?”

“I do,” Harry says, grinning like a cat who just caught a canary. He leans in close, his breath warm against your neck. “Y/N, what’s the wildest thing you’ve done since joining us on tour?”

The table leans in, the energy in the air thick with anticipation. You hesitate for a moment, glancing at Liam. His gaze is intense, protective, but there’s something else in his eyes—something deeper that you don’t have time to dwell on.

You can feel the weight of Niall’s stare too, burning into you. His jaw tightens, eyes narrowing slightly, and the tension around you makes your chest tighten.

Without breaking eye contact with Harry, you share a brief, almost imperceptible glance with Ashton. The memory of a night together resurfaces in your mind—one that had left a lot unsaid. You both exchange a knowing look, a shared secret simmering beneath the surface, but neither of you speaks. Not yet.

“Well,” you say, letting a devilish grin tug at your lips, “let’s just say there’s a night with Ashton that’ll probably stay a secret.” Your words are vague, teasing, and the group immediately leans in, trying to piece together what you mean.

Liam’s hand tightens around his drink, and the look in his eyes is enough to make you bite back a smile. He’s about one wrong word away from coming across the table. Niall’s gaze shifts from you to Ashton, his expression darkening, and his jaw tightens further, like he’s fighting to hold something in.

Louis raises an eyebrow, amusement dancing in his eyes. “Well, well, looks like there’s a bit of a mystery there.” His voice is laced with teasing as he leans back, clearly enjoying the tension.

You shrug, leaning back in your seat, and give them a sly, coy smile. “What can I say? Some things are better left unsaid.” You wink, enjoying the playful attention as much as the growing unease in the room.

Liam looks like he’s about to explode, his eyes flicking between Ashton and you, and Niall’s posture stiffens, every muscle in him locked in place. It’s getting too close to the edge, and you’re loving every second of it.

"Alright, Y/N," Harry says, his voice low and playful, the mischief in his eyes unmistakable. "I dare you to kiss the person you find most attractive in this booth."

You freeze for a split second. Your first instinct is to go to Niall. You know the look in his eyes—the frustration, the heat—and you can feel it pulling you in. But you’re not going to make it that easy.

You let the moment stretch out a little too long. Your gaze flicks to Niall, whose stare is unrelenting, and then you glance at Luke. His grin is wide, almost knowing, and without a second thought, you lean forward, kissing Luke on the cheek quickly but firmly.

The table bursts into laughter, but the sound feels far away as you sit back, your eyes quickly meeting Niall's. His jaw tightens, his hand gripping his beer so tightly that you think it might crack. His stare burns into you, and you feel that familiar rush of heat in your chest.

Liam, ever the protector, watches the entire scene with narrowed eyes. His posture is rigid, though he doesn’t say a word, his gaze flicking between you and Niall. You can almost hear the wheels turning in his head, the protective brother side of him ready to pounce at the slightest hint of danger. But there’s something else in his expression too—a wariness, an unease that’s hard to ignore.

Luke is grinning like a Cheshire cat, clearly pleased with the result, and you can’t help but roll your eyes at his overconfidence. "What can I say? I’m just a good kisser," you tease, trying to lighten the mood.

"That’s all you’ve got?" Louis scoffs with a laugh. "You can’t just kiss anyone, love. The game’s about more than that!"

But as the banter continues around you, the weight of Niall’s gaze grows heavier. You can feel his jealousy simmering just beneath the surface, his posture now stiff and controlled. He doesn’t say anything, but the silent tension between you two is palpable, making your chest tighten.

And then, as if the universe isn’t content with leaving it at that, the next dare comes.

"I dare you," Ashton says, a sly grin spreading across his face, "to sit on Harry’s lap for the rest of the round."

The booth goes quiet for a moment, everyone looking at you with a mix of anticipation and curiosity. Harry looks unfazed, the playful smirk still on his lips, but you can feel the subtle shift in the air.

You don’t hesitate, though. You’ve never been one to shy away from a challenge, especially when the stakes are this high. You get up from your seat, moving across the booth in a fluid motion, and plop yourself down comfortably on Harry’s lap, making sure it looks casual. His hands rest on your hips as he adjusts you in place, his fingers brushing against the skin of your bare legs.

You’re aware of Niall’s eyes on you. The fury is almost tangible now, his body stiffening, his lips pressing together in a thin line. He doesn’t say anything, but his body language screams it all. You catch the way his hand clenches tighter around his drink, the muscle in his jaw twitching.

Liam’s eyes lock onto you and Harry, and the protective brother side of him surges again. His lips press into a hard line, but he stays quiet, clearly weighing whether or not to intervene.

Harry doesn’t seem to notice—or maybe he’s choosing not to. He leans in closer, his voice a teasing whisper just for you. “I’m surprised, love,” he murmurs, “didn’t think I’d be the one to catch your attention.”

You lean back against him, your body pressed against his chest as the rest of the table waits in silence. You can’t help but smile, enjoying the tension, the playfulness, and the undeniable attraction you’re stirring in the room. But Niall’s stare burns into you, and you know he’s watching, waiting for something to happen. And it’s that knowledge that makes everything feel more intense.

The rest of the game continues, but the air is thick with unspoken tension—especially between you and Niall. You can almost feel the storm brewing as the game moves forward, and you’re ready to keep playing, not willing to back down from the challenge just yet.

...

The elevator doors open to the quiet hum of the hotel hallway, and the night air is heavy with that mix of alcohol and adrenaline from the bar. You walk toward your room, the clinking of your heels the only sound echoing in the hall. Harry, Luke, and Ashton have been sticking close to you all night, laughing and flirting, keeping the energy high. But now, as you approach your door, you feel that familiar tension in the air—like a thick blanket that’s about to settle on everything.

You unlock the door and step inside, but before you can close it behind you, the three of them appear in the hallway, lingering just outside, their presence a subtle push against the door.

Harry looks at you, that usual smirk on his face, but there’s a flicker of hesitation in his eyes. Luke leans against the wall, arms crossed, a playful glint in his gaze. Ashton stands just a little too close for comfort, his presence warm and undeniably inviting.

You glance over your shoulder toward the door, already knowing what’s about to happen. You’d wanted a night alone to unwind, but you’re not entirely opposed to the distraction they provide. Still, before you can make a move, you hear footsteps in the hall—firm and purposeful.

Liam rounds the corner, and as soon as he sees the boys, the look on his face hardens. His eyes flicker to you for a split second, making sure you’re okay, before they narrow at the three boys standing just outside your door.

“Liam,” Ashton says, voice light but his body stiffening at the sight of your brother. “We’re just making sure Y/N gets to her room okay.”

Liam doesn’t respond immediately. He just walks toward them with a steady pace, arms crossing over his chest, his posture sharp and protective. His gaze flicks to you, and without a word, he steps in front of the door, blocking the boys from getting any closer.

“You’ve done enough,” Liam says, his voice low, but it carries a weight that makes it clear he’s not playing around.

Harry, ever the charmer, gives a small shrug, trying to keep the mood light. “C’mon, mate, we’re just keeping her company.”

Liam’s jaw tightens. “No, you’re not. I don’t want her making any mistakes tonight, or doing something she’ll regret.”

The words hit you harder than you expect. There's a flicker of frustration in your chest as you cross your arms. “I don’t need babysitting, Liam,” you mutter, glaring at the ground.

But Liam isn’t done. His eyes stay on the boys, calculating, unyielding. “You’ve had your fun tonight. Now you’re going to bed. Alone.”

Ashton shifts uncomfortably at the edge of the group, but none of them push back. They all know how this game works with Liam. He’s the barrier they can’t cross.

Luke exchanges a glance with Harry, then looks back at you, that playful grin slipping from his face. “You sure you’re alright, Y/N?” he asks, though the sincerity behind his words is real. It’s not a question they’re used to asking when they’re usually the ones offering a distraction.

You nod, though the feeling of irritation churns in your stomach. “I’m fine, Luke. Go back to your room.”

Harry sighs, shrugging as he gives you a teasing wink. “Guess we’ll see you tomorrow then, Y/N.”

The boys start to back off, and you notice the way Liam watches them go—unforgiving and resolute. It’s as if he’s daring them to try anything else.

When the hallway falls silent again, Liam turns his attention to you, eyes softening but still holding that edge. “You’re not a kid anymore, Y/N,” he says, his voice quieter now, almost regretful. “But I’m not going to let you make a mistake tonight. You don’t need to be looking for distractions, not with everything going on.”

You feel a sharp pang in your chest. “I wasn’t looking for anything,” you mutter, but it’s half-hearted. You would’ve liked the distraction tonight—the company. You didn’t want to be alone. But Liam’s words hang in the air like a damper on the whole evening.

Liam takes a deep breath, his expression softening slightly. “I just don’t want you to regret anything. Not with all the shit going on around you. You deserve better than that.”

His words land somewhere deep, but you’re still not satisfied. “I’m not going to regret anything, Liam,” you say, voice quieter now, trying to calm the fire in your chest. “I just wanted a little fun.”

Liam’s gaze flickers to you, searching your eyes for something, but he doesn’t say anything more. With a final look over his shoulder at the hallway, he nods once.

“Alright, Y/N. Just... be careful. I’ll see you in the morning.”

You watch as he walks away, the sound of his footsteps echoing down the hall, leaving you standing at your door, feeling like a piece of you was taken with him. You close the door softly, pressing your back against it with a long exhale.

As much as you wanted a distraction tonight, you can’t shake the feeling that maybe, just maybe, you didn’t need the distraction from Liam... but from someone else entirely. And that thought alone is enough to make your pulse quicken.

...

You’re sitting cross-legged on the bed, arms wrapped tightly around yourself, staring blankly at the ceiling as your mind races. Everything from the game to Liam’s overprotectiveness, to Niall’s distance and your own frustration, has left you spinning. The weight of everything feels unbearable, but you’re lost in your own thoughts when there’s a knock at the door.

You pause, not expecting anyone.

Another knock.

This time, it’s louder. More insistent.

Slowly, you stand and open the door to find Niall standing there, fidgeting with the hem of his shirt, his face tight with tension. The minute your eyes meet, something shifts between you.

"Can I come in?" His voice is soft but carrying an edge of hesitation. You don’t know why, but something about his presence is grounding, even as you feel your chest tighten with everything that’s happened.

You step aside, letting him in, but neither of you speak right away. The silence is deafening. The door clicks shut behind him, but he doesn’t move to sit or leave. Instead, he stands there, his hands shoved into his pockets, his eyes glued to the floor.

“What are you doing here?” you finally ask, voice flat but soft. There’s no real malice in your words, just confusion.

“You shouldn’t be alone,” he says quietly, his tone softer than usual. “Not tonight.”

You smile faintly, but it doesn’t reach your eyes. “I’m fine, Niall.”

“No, you’re not.” His voice sharpens slightly, though it’s not angry—just possessive, protective. “Not after tonight.”

You shrug, but there’s a flicker of annoyance in your expression. “I’m an adult, Niall. I can handle a little fun.”

“That’s not what I mean.” His jaw tightens. “I saw how you were with Harry, Luke, Ashton—hell, even Louis tonight. You don’t get it, do you?”

You cross your arms, trying to keep your composure, though the heat rising to your cheeks betrays your attempt at indifference.

“Get what?” you ask, your voice steady but with a slight edge.

“That they don’t care about you the way I do,” Niall says bluntly, his vulnerability surfacing in his words. “You think it’s just a game, but they don’t give a shit about you beyond tonight. I do. And watching you with them…” He trails off, unable to finish the thought.

Your breath catches in your throat, and for a moment, neither of you speaks. The tension between you is suffocating, thick with everything you’ve both been avoiding.

“I don’t need your protection,” you say finally, though your voice shakes slightly. “I can take care of myself.”

“I know you can,” Niall counters, stepping closer now. His voice is low, almost a whisper. “But that doesn’t mean I’m going to stand by and watch you make mistakes you’ll regret.”

You hesitate, the heat in the room nearly unbearable now. His eyes bore into yours, and for a second, all you can think about is how close he is—too close. You know he’s right, but you hate how easy it is for him to see through you.

The silence stretches between you, and you realize neither of you can escape the feelings simmering beneath the surface anymore. Niall reaches out, his hand brushing against yours, and you feel the sparks between you.

“Please don’t do this,” he says softly. “Not tonight.”

The tension in the room is suffocating now, and you can’t hold it in anymore. You’ve tried so hard to keep your cool, to ignore the ache that’s been growing in your chest every time Niall pulls away from you—every time he acts like you’re just a friend to him.

“I don’t get you, Niall!” you burst out, the words tumbling out faster than you can control. “One minute, you’re here, comforting me, saying I shouldn’t be alone. The next minute, you’re pushing me away like I’m nothing! I can’t do this anymore, okay? I can’t keep pretending I’m fine with just being a friend when I’m not. You don’t get to treat me like that and then come in here like nothing’s wrong!”

Niall stands there, frozen, the air between you thick and charged with everything you’ve been holding back. He doesn’t say anything at first, just watches you with wide eyes, his brow furrowing in confusion.

“I never asked you to be just a friend,” you continue, the frustration seeping into your voice. “I never wanted to be one of the guys. But you’ve made it clear you don’t want me. You’ve been so distant with me, and I—"

“Stop,” Niall interrupts suddenly, his voice low but firm. His eyes are searching yours now, intense and raw. "You don’t get it, do you?"

You narrow your eyes at him, still burning with anger, but his words stop you dead in your tracks.

“I didn’t want to do this,” he continues, taking a step closer to you. “I didn’t want to go against Liam. He’s your brother. But I can’t pretend anymore. Not when you’re right here—” His voice falters, and he reaches out to gently brush his fingers against your arm, sending a jolt of electricity through you. “I can’t keep doing this, Y/N. I don’t want you to be just a friend. I want so much more than that.”

Your breath hitches as you meet his gaze. You can see it in his eyes now—he’s not hiding anymore. He’s been holding it back for so long, and it’s all spilling out in this moment. And before you can say anything else, before you can even comprehend it, Niall steps forward, closing the space between you, and kisses you.

It’s everything.

There’s no hesitation, no shyness. His lips are urgent against yours, heated and desperate, and it feels like the world stops turning for a moment. All the frustration, all the longing that’s been building between you two bursts into something more, something that’s been waiting to happen for so long.

His hand curls around the back of your neck, pulling you closer as you melt into him. His kiss is filled with hunger, his tongue moving against yours as he deepens it, and you can’t help but kiss him back with the same intensity, the same pent-up emotion.

Your hands find their way to his chest, the feel of his heartbeat matching yours—wild, erratic, full of need. You can taste the alcohol on his lips, the salt of his skin, but it’s nothing compared to the fire that ignites every time he touches you.

And in that moment, everything makes sense. All the distance, the tension, the back and forth—it all clicks into place with this kiss. You’ve wanted this for so long. He’s wanted this too.

Niall pulls back just slightly, his forehead resting against yours, both of you gasping for air. His chest rises and falls with every breath, and you can feel his heart beating erratically under your fingertips. His eyes are soft now, but the intensity hasn’t faded.

“I’m sorry,” he murmurs, voice rough. “I’ve been a bloody idiot. I’ve wanted this... wanted you... for so long.”

You search his eyes, your breath still shaky from the kiss, and all the words that have been locked up inside you come pouring out.

“I wanted you too, Niall,” you say softly, your voice trembling. “I’ve wanted you from the start.”

His lips brush against yours again, more gently this time, and you feel his smile against your mouth.

“Then let’s not waste any more time, yeah?” he whispers before kissing you again, slower this time—sweeter, but no less filled with everything you both need.

The kiss lingers, slow and deliberate, as Niall pulls you closer, his hands wandering to your waist. The fire between you both is undeniable now, but there’s a tenderness to it too—something that’s been buried under all the tension, finally coming to the surface.

You break away just long enough to breathe, your fingers still tangled in his hair, trying to steady your racing heart. His face is inches from yours, his eyes searching yours, a mixture of passion and vulnerability there.

“We can’t tell Liam,” you say softly, your voice low but firm, almost as if you’re reassuring yourself more than him.

Niall nods slowly, his forehead resting against yours as he runs a thumb over your cheek. “No,” he murmurs. “Not yet. We’ll figure this out, but we need to keep it between us for now. Liam… he wouldn’t understand.”

You feel a small pang in your chest at the thought, but it’s overshadowed by the pull between you and Niall. There’s a fear of the unknown—of the consequences—but right now, in this moment, you can’t bring yourself to care.

“Okay,” you whisper, your hand gently trailing down the side of his face. “We’ll keep it a secret. Just… us for now.”

He leans in again, his lips brushing against yours in a quiet kiss. There’s something so soothing about it, so intimate, like this is the moment where all the uncertainty fades away. Niall’s kiss is soft, his touch tender as he slowly guides you back onto the bed.

You let yourself fall, your body sinking into the softness of the sheets, your heart racing at the proximity, at the realization of everything that’s changing between you two. Niall follows, shifting beside you, and you both settle into a comfortable rhythm—quiet kisses, soft touches, every movement a silent promise.

His hand finds yours, fingers intertwined, and he pulls you a little closer, his body heat radiating against yours. The intimacy of the moment feels so right, like it was meant to be this way all along.

“I’m not going anywhere,” Niall murmurs, his voice a low whisper as he presses a gentle kiss to your forehead.

You smile softly, your chest swelling with warmth. It’s more than just a promise—it’s a reassurance, a balm for everything you’ve been through, everything you’ve held inside. You feel safe with him, even as the world outside the room continues on.

“I know,” you reply, your voice barely audible as you nestle your head into the crook of his neck, your breath slow and steady.

Niall’s fingers gently trace circles on your back, his other hand brushing through your hair, and slowly, the tension from the night fades away. You’re no longer thinking about what you’ve kept hidden or the complicated mess of emotions. In this moment, all that matters is the warmth of his touch, the steady rhythm of his breathing, and the comfort of being held in his arms.

As the night stretches on, the room quiets, the only sounds the soft hum of the world outside and the steady beat of your hearts in sync. You feel your eyelids growing heavy, your body sinking deeper into the mattress as Niall presses one last, sweet kiss to your lips.

“Goodnight,” he whispers, his voice a comforting murmur in the stillness.

“Goodnight,” you reply, already drifting off, the weight of the day and the rush of emotions melting away.

And in his arms, with his steady warmth and the quiet intimacy of the night, you fall into a peaceful, dreamless sleep—safely held, and for the first time in a long time, content.

...

Part 3 - coming soon

[sublimecatgalaxy]

one of my previous asks about the fez x reader to everywhere by niall horan lowkey doesnt make sense when theyre best friends, so if u wanna make them exes or like they have feelings & tried to get together but didnt last long/didnt even start bc timing was off so they pushed it down & stayed friends idk but still friendly w each other & ash & her still love each other & hang

I think I get what you mean haha this is kind of like one of my past relationships

They always say third times a charm but that couldn't be further from the truth. Even fifth, sixth times the charm wouldn't nearly be accurate enough to describe how many times Fez and I tried to give us a try, it never working out in the long run how we wanted it to.

We've been best friends since we were young, close to each other, joined at the hip. But, cheesily, we fell in love with each other and it's safe to say we both thought it would be the demise of our friendship if it didn't work out. Which it didn't.

The first time we broke up was after a stupid argument, god knows about what, and then we cooled down and tried it again and after that failed, we gave up completely, deciding to just be friends. But after hooking up one night while slightly intoxicated, all of those feelings rushed back and it was hard to keep pushing things down, to keep acting like we didn't see each other in every person we tried to date outside of one another.

But it failed, like it always did. We just weren't good together romantically and we were tired of trying to force something that just wouldn't work out.

But we were amazing friends.

Our intimacy from our on again/off again relationship mixed with all of the stuff that we knew about each other, what we'd been through together, it made our friendship even stronger and even more special.

It was sad when we finally decided to call it quits but we both knew at the time that we'd never lose each other, that we'd be at each other's side everywhere we'd go. After that three hour long crying session, we just hugged and it felt right and that we were going to be fine. We learned that it didn't ruin our friendship but that our relationship had to go through all the highs and lows to get to where we're supposed to be as friends.

Ashtray was definitely the most excited that we'd finally stop arguing and we'd finally both be happy. He liked to hang with us and smoke and now that he didn't have to be a mediator between our stupid fights, he could just sit down and shit talk, allowing himself to relax into the two closest people in his life.

Ash was definitely happy that he didn't have to lose anyone else too. He got to keep his friendship with me and he didn't have to feel guilty about seeing me as a sister figure, and he knew that Fez would be overall better off with how our relationship was and that he'd move on some day.

We were all happy and relieved that it ended overall amicable, and Fez and I always told Ash that we still loved each other, even though we weren't together anymore.

[ssprayberrythings]

my upcoming f1 fics

hey ! i thought i would share some of my upcoming fics that im excited for 🥰

charles x niall horan!sister reader (yes im doing another crossover between f1 and something else i love..in this case its niall horan!)

a series with lando x female!reader x charles (its not a poly relationship, its loosely based off the movie "look both ways" starring lili reinhart so one part is with charles and the other part is with lando)

singer!reader x max

logan x female!reader, platonic!reader x oscar (using invisible string from taylor swift as inspiration)

then some others but those are the ones im looking most forward to:)

[imthebadguyyy]

Pairing - One Direction x Reader (platonic) [sixth member!fem!reader]

Summary - Headcannons for being put together in a band on X Factor.

Okay you were a nervous, stuttering mess on the stage, as you sang Rihanna's 'Don't Stop The Music'

You could see the slight wince Louis Walsh gave in your direction, as your note wavered. But through some miracle, he saw potential, and you moved through with 3 yeses.

Then came bootcamp. Phew. That an experience you'd never forget. For your performance, you picked 'Survivor' by Destiny's child, and you were quite proud of your performance. But when the time came, your name wasn't called

At the auditions, you had met a blonde haired Irish boy, who you had quickly learned was named Niall, and you two had sort of stuck together.

He hadn't gotten through either and he made his way over to you, eyes red rimmed and watery. The two of you were turning to leave, when one of the management team made their way over and called out some names

"Liam Payne, Louis Tomlinson, Zayn Malik, Harry Styles, Niall Horan and Y/N L/N"

Niall had turned to you and grabbed your hand, and the two of you had stumbled to the stage, with a curly haired boy with a beanie on his head, a tall boy who had sung a Justin Timberlake song and had blown the judges away, the boy who hadn't come to the dance session, a boy with a strong Doncaster accent and Niall.

As Simon spoke, the tall boy, Liam, put his arm around you, and so did Niall. You reciprocated and waited with bated breath.

When he said you guys were safe, and in a band, you let out a shocked gasp and felt your knees go weak, and the Doncaster boy, whose name you learned was Louis jumped and hugged you, and soon you were engulfed in a group hug.

From that moment on, it was the best thing that ever happened to you.

The 6 of you sharing a house together was CHAOTIC, but boy it was fun.

Out all of all the boys (except Niall) you became very close to Louis, who began treating you as another one of his sisters. Together, you two caused Liam a world of pain induced fun.

Speaking of whom, Liam absolutely adored you. Even though you could be crazy and fun, you were very shy in real life. Liam thought you were one of the kindest, sweetest, and most talented people he had ever met. He was always looking out for you, defending you when the producers wanted to make you wear skimpy clothes for views yes, x factor does that. Poor LM : (

As for Harry, you were a little younger than him, and he loved that he had someone to talk to about all sort of things, someone who was closer to him in age and maturity.

With Zayn, you had a wild dynamic where the both of you were shy, with bold voices. While he had a more badass personality with a voice that stunned the souls out of people, melodic and harmonious, you looked like one of the sweetest people on the world with the voice of a lion.

As for Niall, you two were probably the closest in the band. He had your back from day one, and ultimately, when it came to it, he was the one you went to for telling your secrets and for the occasional cuddle or hug.

You also trusted all of them with all your heart, having intimate heart to hearts with them, talking to them about anything and everything.

Rehearsals were also fun, and singing Viva La Vida was one of the best experiences of your life. You had an incredible voice, ranging from high to low, with an incredible amount of power in your voice.

The first time you sang Make You Feel My Love by Adele, Louis fell of his chair, while the others watched in awe. It was almost like you didn't even try to hit the high notes, they just came to you effortlessly.

You and Zayn were often given the high notes and you to had a sort of seamlessly perfect balance, the combined melody of both your voices was enough to put angels to shame.

When you guys placed third, you were sad. But you also knew that you weren't going to give up on the band. When you got offered the record deal, you were ecstatic. When What Makes You Beautiful went No.1, you did cry.

Touring was the best part, undoubtedly.

The Where We Are tour was your favourite, and so was filming alongside touring.

Your families like adoring each other, all of their siblings treating you like their own. (Girl talks with Gemma and Lottie and Ruth and Safaa, because YES)

Niall teaching you how to play golf, and Harry tagging along because,"Stop hogging Y/N, she's my best friend too"

Getting a hole in one on your first shot, while wearing heels at the golf course. Niall's jaw dropping while his friend bursts into laughter.

Liam teaching you to beatbox (big mistake) and regretting it when all you did was make weird swishing sounds and spit on him "Sorry Li" 'Ah well, I shouldn't have tried anyway, its hopeless" "Hey!"

Harry constantly reminding you he worked in a bakery, until you asked him to bake a cake for you and he bought a cake mix packet and somehow messed it up? "No thanks, I don't want food poisoning" "I tried!" "And failed, now clean up this mess. Some bakery you worked it"

Louis teaching you how to make the perfect cup of tea, and also how to constantly annoy Liam and Zayn. But also being a shoulder for you to cry on, and a person you could talk to no matter what.

Zayn being the biggest teddy bear for you, completely wrapped around your little finger. He could never say no to you, and quite frankly the others couldn't either. You wanted icecream at some ungodly hour ? He was getting his wallet. You wanted to go shopping in Japan even though management said you couldn't? He was already sneaking away with you.

Them being protective, holy hell.

God bless whoever dated you. They had to sit through 5 extremely threatening conversations, and then of course your parents or guardians as well.

It's safe to say you were single for a while.

Staying awake till 4 in the morning, recording or song writing, or sometimes just chatting.

Defending you from the ridiculous amount of hate you received, just for living your dream

One time, Harry found you crying over some stupid hate tweets, and Liam had to physically restrain him from kicking some ass.

Liam eventually joining Harry to kick some (verbal) ass on twitter.

Niall calling out hate accounts on stage and in interviews.

Zayn deleting your twitter for a few weeks, letting you heal, and protecting you from nasty haters.

Louis yelling and cursing at Paps that got too close, not hesitating to call them losers or idiots, and always holding your hand in tightly packed crowds or at airports.

All of them definitely got a little emotional when you spoke up about how much the hate got to you, and how you struggled with your body image and anxiety.

Louis talking about it in the One Direction film and tearing up.

Liam actually crying on camera

Zayn helping you overcome your nerves and anxiety.

Harry learning how to bake a decent cake and cookies to cheer you up on bad days (soft boii)

Always going to Niall with relationship trouble (Liam was your second choice) because he was the only one that didn't threaten them.

Niall being very worried when you went on first dates with your partners, staying up all night, till he was sure you were home.

Becoming a really good golfer and shocking them all because "Holy hell that was good" "how long have you been playing?" "About a year" "I beg your fucking pardon?!"

Always having someone to talk to and rely on.

Gaining 5 best friends, who would always be there.

tags - @zaynkissbot @cordensangel57 @gucci-hazza @bxtchboy69

[littlepetalslibrary]

Fic List

❋ Favorites

Niall Horan x Harry Styles

Barbara’s - WC: 11,466 - Ao3 - Coffee Shop AU

What’s A Fella T’Do - WC: 35,618 - Ao3 - Fake Relationship AU

Maybe You’re My Snowflake - WC: 19,987 - Ao3 - College AU

You Were A Vision In The Morning - WC: 2,484 - Ao3 - Dr. Niall/Injured Harry

You’re The Missing Piece I Need - WC: 4,214 - Ao3 - Soulmate AU

Savin’ My Love For You - WC: 8,265 - Ao3 - Soulmate AU

❋ Friends Just Sleep In Another Bed - WC: 39,224 - Ao3 - Tour/Friends>Lovers

I have loved you since we were 18 - WC: ~26,500 - Tumblr - Friends>Lovers

Share A Little Of That Human Touch - WC: 4,001 - Ao3 - Tour/Friends>Lovers

Playing For The Wrong Team - WC: 10,616 - Ao3 - American AU

Niall’s Pregnant - WC: 2,262 - Ao3 - Bromance

❋ Emotional Knapsack - WC: 63,991 - Ao3 - Storan Tour/Hiatus

And Us Their Men - WC: 25,176 - Ao3 - College AU

Children Of All Ages - WC: 27,303 - Ao3 - Circus AU

Who You Lay Next To - WC: 5,860 - Ao3 - First Time

You’re Almost There - WC: 10,437 - Ao3 - Depression/AU

Always Wanna Blow Your Mind - WC: 18,316 - Ao3 - Weird Sex Powers

❋ Move Your World A Little Closer - WC: 45,806 - Ao3 - Alien Harry

Seven Year Chase - WC: 11,445 - Ao3 - Hogwarts AU

❋ Future Full of Yesterdays - WC: 44,279 - Ao3 - College AU

Call Me What You Will - WC: 9,452 - Ao3 - College AU

I’m Scared, So Scared - WC: 13,967 - Ao3 - College AU

This Thing Upon Me - WC: 5.085 - Ao3 - 1D Reunion/Niall Comes Out

You Just Took Me By Surprise - WC: 51,923 - Ao3 - Married at first sight

❋ The One With All The Football - WC: 125,152 - Ao3 - American College AU

See To My Soul - WC: 18,201 - Ao3 - College/Musical AU

Handwritten - WC: 31.095 - Ao3 - College AU

The Mad Ones - WC: 18,956 - Ao3 - OT5 Roadtrip

Let Me Photograph You In This Light - WC: 29,610 - Ao3 - College AU

So It Goes - WC: 11,193 - Ao3 - Fake Dating AU

Love Muffins - WC: 20,388 - Ao3 - Coffee Shop / College AU

Niall Horon x Niall Breslin 

One Of These Nights - Part 2 - Part 3 - WC: 27,307

Spencer Reid

The Years - WC: 7,932 - Smut/Age Difference/Co-Workers/Undercover

Dark Side - WC: 6k - Part Two - WC: 4.3k - Dom-Reid/Dr.Reader/Prison-Reid

Four In Hand - WC: 1.7k - Platonic/Mutual Oblivious Crushes

“I’m On Fire” series Masterlist - Fake Dating 

Kissing Lessons - WC: 3k - Just kissing 

Matthew Gray Gubler 

Let it Rain - WC: 1.7k - MGG makes you squirt 

Draco Malfoy

Pieces of a Prophecy - WC: 8.9k - Pureblood Slytherin Reader

Not Really Mine - WC: 2,602 - Fake Dating

Luke Patterson 

Beanhead Gets Busted - WC: 4k - Alex!Step-Sister/Alive!Luke

Best Friends - WC: 2,767 - You walk in on Luke 

Touch Starved - WC: 4,161 - You can touch Ghost!Luke

Reggie Peters

Hey Princess

- WC: 4,744 - Reader has a Crush on Reggie

Owen Joyner

Hero Complex

- WC: 7,084 - Little Shada visits set

Charlie Gillespie 

Rent-A-Bae - WC: 7,670 - Fake Dating/Thanksgiving

Rafe Cameron 

Clung - WC: 3k - You get scared going though haunted houses

“In My Business” Series Masterlist - Barely Friends to Lovers

“New Light” Series Masterlist - Old Friends Finally Get Together

Fuck I’m Lonely - Part Two - Rafe isn’t as bad as he seems 

JJ Maybank 

A Crack In The Glass - WC: 8k - Sarah wants you to meet John B/ You meet JJ

Dumbasses - WC: 2,394 - JJ and Y/N get handcuffed together

Well, This is Awkward - WC: 2k - JJ walks in on you changing 

Soul Deep - WC: 38.1k - JJ can’t hide you from his friends anymore

“Sweetheart and Honey” Series Masterlist - Bestfriend to something more

Stiles Stilinski 

Ski Trip - WC: 18,427 - Best friends>Lovers

Poker Night - WC: 9,320 - Best friends>Lovers

Mitch Rapp

Inked - WC: 16,682 - You get more than a Tattoo

[corneliastreetapartment]

could you do a social media au where y/n is Taylor swifts sister and she likes niall and has a crush on him and met him when haylor were together (could you also make haylor secretly together ahhhh) and she tweets something abt hima nd he replies actually! any fc is fine

sure thing , and may i just say THIS IS SO CUTE. im using fc as gracie abrams

ps - i got a bit excited and its kinda long

niall horan x reader pt 1 

[pt2] is here

fc: gracie abrams

In Todays episode : 

“ You weren’t even that injured Harry!” “ I HAD TWENTY STICHES! ”

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Y/nofficial ✔︎

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Y/nofficial YA GIRLS 20!!!!! @Taylorswift  istg couldn't you write a song abt being 20?

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swiftie501 I would literally kill to be Taylor swifts sister!

Taylorswift You will take what i write and you will take it gratefully.

Y/nofficial meanie :(

Y/nfan02 Happy birthday princess!

Y/nofficial Thank you molly!

Y/nswiftytaylor07 Crying cuz y/n remembers all her fans name 😭😭

Blakelively Happy birthday Baby girl! cant wait to see you tonight

Y/nofficial Thank you blake! and you better bring my favorite Gremlins.

Ryanreynolds @blakelively did she just call our kids

gremlins?

Y/nofficial Yeah, what about it?

Austinswift @ryanreynolds DONT SAY ANYTHING! NOT A SINGLE THING OR YOULL HAVE TO SAY GOOD BYE TO THIS WORLD. i learnt from firsthand experience.

Directionerstyler01 This was me before the one direction hiatus 😥😥

  Y/nofficial Too soon too soon

  swiftiebecky512 Y/n sweetie they broke up months ago

  Y/nofficial T O O S O ON

Text messages 

                              Swift+swift+swift+hoe 

Hoe - harry

Blondie - Taylor

smelly - Austin 

God - y/n

Hoe : Remind me again why our names in the chat are like this?

Smelly : cuz she beat you at Mario kart so she got naming privilege's so she can bully us

Blondie : Im pretty sure it because she blackmailed me

 about releasing the 10 minute all too well version

God : true and true

Hoe: Im convinced its because she threatened to punch me yet AGAIN

God : Harry You have to get over that, that was so last album.

God: Plus you weren’t even that injured

Hoe: I HAD TWENTY STICHES!

 God : Remind me again why we tolerate him?

Blondie: Cuz we’re friends now !

God : Hmmm Not good enough

Hoe: Heyyyy

Smelly: Because he can get Niall Horan to talk to you!?

God: welcome to the family harry, you are no longer trash

Hoe : I hate it here

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