#niall horn

[justagirlthatlovedtoread]

Masterlists + Dexter 🤍

~Niall Horan

Blurbs?

As sweet as sugar

Love at first meet

Burning touch

Where the lines between love and friendship begin to blur.

Heart on fire

Niall goes in a state of panic when he can't find his girlfriend

Secrets, promises and stolen kisses

Niall and y/n's path cross when Niall's dog has an accident. Y/n agrees to help bring her back to health

Mended Hearts

Niall and y/n find their way back to each other

Love heals all wounds

Y/n brings Niall out of the darkness

The morning after

Everything changes after a one night stand

I miss you

Exes to friends, and friends to lovers.

Not like other girls...

Niall scores himself a date with a beautiful girl

My boy + Poems ❤️🌈🕊️🤍

11:11, the angels time

Dancing in Nature's Arms

New years eve without you 💔

3 agonizing days without you

Thankyou Dexter, this is for you ❤️

How do I say goodbye?

I thought about you today ���

For the both of us

Just a little different

3 days to 3 months

[harrywavycurly]

Can you imagine you’re on your couch enjoying your second glass of wine and on your Bumble account, just checking to see if anyone new has joined recently that strikes your fancy when you come across a very recognizable photo of Harry. Making you instantly go to his profile and feeling a bit unsure about it since it’s not the most detailed thing on the planet and filled with things that someone could easily find on Google. But you decide to swipe on him anyway just to see what happens, and to your shock it says you’ve matched so it’s up to you to send the first message, that’s why you enjoy Bumble because it lets you control if and when you send someone you match with a message.

Thinking that this profile can’t actually belong to the real Harry Styles you quickly type out something silly that even a Harry imposter would probably get a laugh out of, hitting send before taking another sip of wine while you read the message again giggling to yourself.

“If it stays between just us can you please tell me if Olivia is a person, place, emotion or if it really did just rhyme?”

You expect the person to take a while to respond so you feel your eyes go a bit wide when you see a message suddenly appear underneath yours.

“Sorry I can’t talk about songs that aren’t fully finished yet but…I mean picking a word just because it rhymes? Talk about lazy songwriting.”

You lean your head back and laugh at what they sent you and for a moment, just a brief one, you think it might actually be Harry Styles who just messaged you on Bumble. But you quickly shake it off and assume this is just a very good Harry impersonator who knows the lore of Olivia not being finished and the lazy songwriting quote that was said back in an interview with Niall. So thinking nothing of it you message him back.

“Oh well since it’s not fully finished may I make a suggestion?”

You barely have time to take a sip of wine before a new message appears from “Harry” making you smile.

“I’m listening…”

You bite back a giggle as you type out one word, and it’s not the word the person you’re messaging is probably expecting if they really do know their Harry facts.

“Saxophones.”

But unbeknownst to you only a few miles away tucked into the corner of his couch in his dimly lit living room Harry is laughing as he holds his phone in one hand and his whiskey glass in the other as he reads your suggestion. Taking a quick sip of his drink before leaning over and placing it on his coffee table his thumbs are typing back a message and hitting send before he’s even fully leaning back and getting comfortable again.

“You know what? That’s brilliant. I was thinking it needed some horns.”

Harry chews hit bottom lip as he waits for you to reply, a grin taking over his face when he sees your message appear just below his. He can’t help but find himself intensely enjoying the way the conversation, as silly as it may be, flows between the two of you making his nerves about even wanting to join the app fade away with each new message he receives from you.

“Don’t worry I won’t make you credit me or anything. At least this time.”

He doesn’t let even a minute go by before he’s hitting send on his reply and he wonders if you’re possibly doing something similar to him right now, just having an evening in with a drink and smiling at your phone like an idiot.

“Ah so your next suggestion won’t be free then? Is that what you’re saying?”

He runs a hand through his hair as he waits for you to say something, not sure if maybe he accidentally ruined the fun and easy tone of the conversation but before he can really begin to overthink anything he sees a message appear from you making him let out a quiet chuckle.

“Exactly.”

[planet-mabel]

book thief - niall horan

an: hellooo!!!! i was reading at the beach and could not get this idea out of my head so HERE WE ARE!! i hope you enjoy :) I'm cooking up part two right now

summary: a trip to bora bora leads to bumping into niall horan by the pool and accidentally swapping books!

wc: 1.8k

what i was listening to:

As I disembark from the plane, weary from the long flight and craving a good meal, I step into the Bora Bora airport. I've treated myself to a solo stay at a delightful resort here for the week, and the anticipation of this moment has been a beacon of joy during my busy days back in NYC. I yearn for some well-deserved relaxation, as the incessant bustle of New York's streets and blaring car horns can be overwhelming at times. As I make my way towards the baggage claim area, I take a moment to savor the view from the airport windows. Though it's just a glimpse, I can see fragments of swaying palm trees, and a sense of tranquility washes over me. Leaning against the baggage trolley, I pause, eagerly awaiting the familiar "beep" that signals the arrival of our luggage.

I catch sight of my obnoxious purple suitcase as it comes around the conveyor belt and quickly snatch it before heading over to the shuttle bus waiting to take me to the resort. After stowing my suitcase in the overhead compartment, I sink into the luxurious seat on the bus. While waiting for the other passengers to board, I take a moment to text my friends and family to let them know I've arrived. The bus engine roars to life as we set off down the road. I glance up from my phone and out of the window, cranking up the music in my headphones. I take in the beautiful scenery as we wind our way toward the resort. Looking around at my fellow passengers, I notice that they are all families and couples. A faint feeling of loneliness creeps in as I realize I'm traveling alone.

I let out a deep sigh, gazing out of the window at the serene, azure skies and the gentle, rhythmic dance of the palm trees swaying in the breeze, attempting to distract myself from the overwhelming sense of isolation.

As the shuttle comes to a stop at the resort, the passengers begin to disembark, and I patiently wait for my turn. Once off the shuttle, I make my way to the front desk with my bags, eagerly anticipating some rest and relaxation in my room. I provide my name and reservation to the woman at the front desk, and the concierge swiftly arranges for my bags to be taken up to my room. The humidity of the Polynesian air causes my t-shirt to cling to my skin as I wait. 

While the woman prepares my room key, I glance at a man nearby who is also checking in. His accent intrigues me, and I find myself admiring his appearance. I'm momentarily lost in thought until the woman's clearing of her throat brings me back to the present. After receiving the room key, I exchange a tight smile with the woman and mutter a quiet 'thank you.' As I head towards the elevator, I briefly meet the man's gaze before pressing the button and entering the elevator. I select the third floor, my hand tightening around the room key as the elevator ascends.

I stumble into my room, weary from the day's travel, and collapse onto the plush duvet covering the bed. Propping myself up on my elbows, I take in the surroundings. The TV faces the foot of the bed, and a familiar mini fridge rests beneath it. To the side, a closet is built into the wall, and opposite that, a sleek desk catches my eye. Across from the entrance, a sliding glass door beckons me to venture out onto the petite balcony. I rise to my feet and make my way to the small mezzanine, stepping outside to be embraced by a balmy breeze and a mesmerizing vista. I pause, closing my eyes, letting the scenery wash over me.

After re-entering the room, I gently closed the door and made my way to the luxurious en suite bathroom. I marveled at the elegant plumbing and the spacious, extravagant shower. I couldn't help but let out a whistle of admiration, feeling impressed by the lavish amenities, almost forgetting that I had only booked this place for a week but paid the equivalent of a month's rent.

I let out a contented sigh and realized that I deserved to unwind by the pool for the rest of the day. Without bothering to unpack, I quickly slip into the first bikini I lay my eyes on - a vibrant, eye-catching pink one. After ensuring that I'm thoroughly coated in sunscreen and throwing on a comfortable t-shirt for extra coverage, I grab my purse and the book I've been meaning to read. As I make my way out, I return to the elevator and descend back down to the lobby.

I hurry downstairs and make a beeline for the pool, scanning for an unoccupied, plush reclining chair. As soon as I find one, I eagerly lay down my belongings beside it, exhaling contentedly. After slipping on my sunglasses and discarding my t-shirt, I settle back, flipping through the pages of my book to pick up where I left off during the plane ride. The book in my hands is 'Violet Bent Backwards over the Grass' by Lana Del Rey. It may seem a bit unexpected for a beach trip, but I have a fondness for poetry and adore Lana Del Rey, so I thought it was worth a chance. Immersing myself back into the pages, I lose track of time, captured by the words on the pages.

I slowly rise from my lounge chair, feeling the stickiness on my back from the sun's rays. Deciding it's time to take a break from tanning, I toss my book onto my chair and head towards the glistening pool to cool off. As I settle by the water's edge, I take in the mesmerizing sight of the swirling pool while dipping my toes into the refreshing water. Surprisingly, the area is deserted, giving me the perfect opportunity to submerge myself in the pool. I resurface, gently wiping my eyes before reclining on my back and savoring a tranquil moment, finding relief from the intense heat of the island air.

I emerge from the water, climbing the steps in the shallow end. The droplets slide off my glistening skin as I make my way to my chair. As I approach, I notice a man sitting in the chair next to mine. I recognize him as the guy I saw in the lobby, engrossed in a book. I glance around at the empty seats on the pool deck, wondering why he chose the one next to me, and furrow my brow in mild irritation. Despite my annoyance, I take a moment to study his appearance. His unkempt brown hair and pointed nose catch my attention, as does the way his scruffy stubble complements his deep blue eyes. Shaking my head to clear my thoughts, I finally reach for my towel. I clear my throat to catch his attention and he looks up from his book, smiling softly. He gestures to the book in his hand and I immediately clock it as ‘Violet Bent Backwards over the Grass', the same one I’m reading. I glance down at my chair in search of my copy, not completely sure he didn’t swipe mine. I clear my throat to capture his attention before speaking.

"Excuse me?" I managed to pipe up, my voice a blend of nervousness and amusement. "I think that might be my book." With my towel wrapped tightly around me, I glanced down at him. He met my gaze and then looked down at the book in his hands before responding.

"Oops, my mistake," he chuckled and handed the book back to me. "I noticed it here and thought someone must have left it behind. The title seemed intriguing." I reclaimed the book and settled back into my chair. "I didn't even realize you were here, geez. If I had known, I wouldn't have sat so close." His over-apologetic tone made me chuckle softly.

"No, it's okay. I'm traveling alone, so I appreciate the company," I assured him, readjusting in my seat. "Have you read it? It's a good book, isn't it?" I say enthusiastically as I glance back at him, thumbing through the pages again. He nods before replying.

"Absolutely! I can't resist a well-crafted poem," he responds with a nod, gesturing toward the book of poems resting on the arm of his lounge chair. I let out a soft chuckle in response. 

"Ah, cool. Nice to meet another poetry enthusiast," I say with a smile before returning my attention to my book. I sense his persistent gaze on me before he speaks again.

"You mentioned you're traveling alone?" he inquires. "So am I." I look up from my book, slightly puzzled. 

"You? Why's that?" I ask, marking my place in the book and placing it on my lap. 

"You first," he counter-challenges. 

I shrug before responding, "Just needed a break. New York can be overwhelming at times, and none of my friends were up for splurging on a vacation," I explain, gesturing dramatically. "So, here I am, flying solo." I give a somewhat forced grin, and he chuckles. 

"Same here," he remarks, leaning back in his beach chair. "You mentioned New York City? Sounds exciting," he comments. I nod slightly.

"Yeah, mostly. How about you?" I inquired, curious to confirm my suspicion about his distinct accent. 

"Dublin," he declares proudly. "Dublin, Ireland." I raise an eyebrow. 

"So that's where the accent comes from," I remark slowly, raising an eyebrow. 

"I don't have an accent; you have an accent," he retorts playfully, feigning a scowl, which elicits a soft giggle from me. He grins at me, his eyes sparkling with curiosity. 

"Well, I should head back to my room. The chlorine always does weird things to my hair," I say with a soft chuckle as I pick up my bag and wrap my towel around my waist. He sits up in his beach chair to look at me.

"Hey, let me buy you a drink later," he suggests, gazing up at me. I take in his shirtless form reclining on the chair in front of me and for a moment, I struggle to find my words.

"Um, well, okay," I say hesitantly before regaining my composure. "Yes, that sounds good." I offer a soft smile, trying to conceal my unease. 

He nods and continues, "I'll see you at eight at the hotel bar." He stands up and I nod in response. 

an"I'll see you, book thief," before giving a small chuckle and walking from the pool deck back into the lobby. As I leisurely make my way back to the door, I hear his quiet laughter echoing behind me. A grin spreads across my face, and in that moment, I feel as lighthearted and carefree as I did in my teenage years.

[allwaswell16]

All the One Direction fics I read and enjoyed in June 2024. You can listen to my podcast to hear me talk about each of these fics as well as an overview of what was posted on ao3 including the fics on this month’s fic roundup [ @1dmonthlyficroundup ] which you can find here! Please let the writers know if you liked the fics by leaving kudos and comments! Happy reading!

Fanfictional Podcast #63 |  ko-fi | fic recs

- Louis/Harry -

💜 Eight Cakes and Two Eulogies (Make a Happy Marriage) by yesllliam

(M, 135k, friends to lovers) The only problem is, after his last disastrous relationship, seven years ago, he has little desire to get intimate with another woman, let alone marry one. Of course, Harry, his famous actor of a best friend, always likes to pip in that he is free to marry him and while Louis loves him to pieces, the joke is getting a bit old now.

💜 I'm Praying (that you don't burn out or fade away) by @lululawrence

(NR, 74k, soulmates) Harry and Louis are literal stars who have known they were soulmates from their creation eons ago, however when Louis came to Earth to start the next phase of their fated future, he forgot everything. Even Harry.

💜 Scarred by @allwaswell16

(E, 23k, omegaverse) When Harry inadvertently rejects him as his soulmate, Harry has no idea he's doomed Louis to a slow, painful death. Pride doesn't keep Louis from telling Harry the truth. But love does.

💜 Lost But Won by @2tiedships2

(NR, 16k, omegaverse) When Harry loses his passport after a weekend trip to see Niall, the inconvenience of being stranded in America becomes a little more bearable after meeting Louis. Or a lot more bearable.

💜 Safe place to hide us away by @lunarheslwt

(T, 12k, omegaverse) weighed down by everyday stress, alpha Harry takes up nesting in secret. It takes a load of missing clothes and unravelling lies for him to realise that his omega would love and accept him no matter what.

💜 Beep the Horn by kikikryslee / @flamboyantommo

(T, 6k, love confessions) the one where Harry dresses as Miley Cyrus for Halloween, and Louis is the tiniest bit in love with him.

💜 Take My Hand, Dumbass by LadyLondonderry / @londonfoginacup

(G, 5k, roommates) There's only alpha dorms at university, and Louis Tomlinson, omega, refuses to pay the exorbitant fees to live off campus. So, four years pretending to be an alpha it is! That'll be easy.

💜 Missed Chances by @harryanthus-annuus

(E, 5k, omegaverse) they get drunk on some expensive wine. Things escalate from there.

💜 Puppy (Baby, I'm Pawfect for You) by @yoursolosong

(E, 5k, roommates) The one where they rescue a stray puppy together.

💜 Louis and the no good, very bad day by @haztobegood

(E, 4k, soulmates) Louis collapses back into the bed with a groan. Just when he thought his day couldn’t get any worse, there’s a fucking goose stuck on his balcony.

💜 Switching the positions for you by 28sunflowers / @vintageumbroshirt

(E, 4k, omega Louis) the omegaverse AU where they decide to try a completely new position in bed

💜 Come On and Rescue Me by @kingsofeverything

(E, 3k, silver fox Louis) Louis only intends to watch his hot neighbor’s Instagram live, but he winds up with his hand down his pants.

💜 Timeless by babyhoneyhslt / @babyhoneyheslt

(G, 3k, omegaverse) After visiting an antiques shop, Harry gets transported through time, and discovers that he and Louis are Timeless.

💜 I'll Still Feel the Same Around You by @crinkle-eyed-boo

(E, 2k, established relationship) Louis finds the cure for his insomnia in the form of his husband.

💜 call me any, anytime by @disgruntledkittenface

(E, 2k, girl direction) Harry’s plans for the night are interrupted by an unexpected FaceTime call.

💜 Feelin' So Good Right Now by YesIsAWorld / @louandhazaf

(E, 1k, Vampire Diaries au) Louis, a just-turned vampire, enjoys his enhanced touch sensation.

💜 Remember Me (When I'm With You) by liberty_barnes / @liberty-barnes

(T, 1k, memory loss) the one where Louis was cast out and Harry just wants him to be happy

💜 cause you're a sky full of stars by @femstyles

(G, 1k, uni) A film student on campus randomly stops Harry and asks him to participate in her assignment. Little does he know that agreeing also means putting his heart on the line.

💜 Don’t Embarrass Me, Motherfucker by @allwaswell16

(T, 1k, parrot) Harry comes home from work to find Louis and their parrot are up to something. A Darcy the Parrot time stamp Part 2 of That's How I Know

- Rare Pairs -

💜 You Only Fall In Love Twice by @beanno28

(E, 57k, Harry/Louis/Zayn) Louis meets popstar Harry Styles while he is working at a festival and they hit it off right away. When he is introduced to Harry’s boyfriend, Zayn, Louis is invited to learn about their world of Polyamory.

💜 Third Time Lucky by @beanno28

(E, 31k, Harry/Louis/Zayn) Louis sat back, his back resting on the cushion of the sofa. Harry and Zayn were quick to lay their heads on Louis’ chest so Louis could wrap an arm around each of them. Part 2 of You Only Fall In Love Twice

💜 It's You by @allwaswell16

(T, 2k, Louis/Louis) Five times alpha Louis talks to omega Lou and one time he admits he wants more from his omega clone

💜 The Tiniest Moves by @allwaswell16

(T, 1k, Louis/Nick Grimshaw) Coffee shop owner Nick Grimshaw may or may not have come to work on his day off in the hopes that fresh-off-his-world-tour Louis Tomlinson might stop by.

💜 A Meeting of Minds (and other things too) by LadyAJ_13 / @ladyaj-13

(T, 1k, Zayn/Liam) Zayn's fed up, Liam's a bartender, and maybe they'll both get what they need.

[defiledheartsblog]

a couple of character songs

Camilla

Tinsae

Niall

Marcus

Quinn

Hati

[niallerspayno]

Irish Charm - Part 1

Masterlist

As the sixth member of One Direction, you’ve always gotten along with everyone—except Niall. Years of tension boil over at the Brit Awards when one accidental matching outfit turns into something far more explosive. Is it just hate, or is there something else simmering beneath the surface?

Tags: Niall x reader, enemies to lovers, smut (bondage, oral, dom!Niall)

Part 2 - coming soon

…

You’ve always gotten along with the boys. From the very beginning, it was easy. Louis treated you like an old friend he just hadn’t met yet. Liam made you feel safe, protective in a big-brother kind of way. Zayn matched your dry humor and your sharp music taste without missing a beat. And Harry—Harry’s always been a soft touch. Flirty in a harmless, lazy kind of way that still manages to make you smile.

But Niall? Niall and that so-called Irish charm?

He’s never gotten on with you. Not once.

And you’re not the type to back down from a challenge.

It started off small. A few snide comments, digs you’d match without hesitation. But over time, things escalated. Tense arguments, shouting matches, moments where it got so heated the others had to step in before someone said—or did—something they couldn’t take back.

Niall Horan makes your blood boil.

Your bandmates cycle between teasing you relentlessly and being completely over your shit. There’s no in between. You don’t blame them. They’re your friends—your family. But still, every time you and Niall lock horns, there’s that unspoken something no one can quite name.

And of course, tonight, the night of the Brit Awards, they’re in one of their teasing moods.

You’re all crammed into Louis’ flat as the team gets you ready. The boys are dressed in sleek, tailored suits appointed by stylists, hair perfectly tousled, ties being knotted in front of hallway mirrors. The energy is electric—half excitement, half chaos.

You’re fitted into a deep red gown that hugs every curve like it was sewn onto your skin. The neckline dips just enough to tease, and the slit running high up your thigh leaves little to the imagination. You don’t always feel this confident, but tonight? Tonight you look hot.

When you walk out into the lounge, Louis, Liam, Zayn, and Harry are already there. They pause mid-conversation.

Louis lets out a long, dramatic whistle. “Bloody hell.”

“Wow,” Harry grins, his voice low. “You’re gonna break hearts tonight.”

Liam raises a brow but smiles warmly. “You look amazing.”

Zayn doesn’t say anything right away, just gives you that slow, appreciative once-over and nods.

You grin, confidence blooming under their praise—until you feel a familiar presence step out from one of the bedrooms behind you.

You turn at the same moment he does.

Your eyes meet.

And for a split second, there’s nothing but stunned silence. A beat of pure, mutual horror.

Because Niall is wearing your color.

His deep red tie is an exact match to your dress—down to the shade, the tone, the subtle shimmer in the fabric. It’s uncanny. Infuriating.

“What the fuck,” you breathe, eyes narrowing.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Niall mutters, practically recoiling.

And then the room explodes.

“Oh my God,” Louis shrieks, nearly choking on his drink. “You guys actually matched. This is incredible.”

“I’m obsessed,” Harry says, absolutely beaming. “You look like a couple presenting an award.”

“You’re gonna break the internet,” Zayn adds with a smirk, clearly loving every second of it.

Liam chuckles, raising both hands. “No way this is a coincidence. Someone definitely planned this.”

“I’m not going out there like this,” you snap, arms crossed tight. “He needs to change.”

Niall scoffs, full of disbelief. “Me? You’re the one in the bloody ballgown—change your dress.”

You step toward him. “This dress was picked weeks ago by a stylist, Niall. What’s your excuse?”

He gestures to his chest, voice rising. “Mine was picked by my stylist. You think I asked for this?”

“It’s your tie!” You jab a finger in his direction. “Take it off and pick another one. It’s not that hard.”

“Oh, sure. I’ll just dig through the closet I don’t have here,” he snaps. “What do you want me to do, wear Louis’?”

“You’d be lucky if he let you.”

“You’ve officially lost it.”

You’re toe to toe now, voices raised, the others watching with a mix of horror and delight.

“Okay!” Louis cuts in, clapping loudly. “This is fun and all, but the car’s downstairs, and management will actually strangle us if we’re late.”

“We have to go,” Liam adds, already shrugging into his blazer. “No time for outfit changes. Let’s move.”

You bristle, biting back another retort as you turn on your heel and storm toward the door. You hear Niall’s footsteps behind you, just as heavy, just as pissed.

The limo ride to the venue is pure tension. You wedge yourself between Liam and Louis, arms folded, refusing to even glance in Niall’s direction. But you can feel him across from you, just sitting there like a smug bastard, like this whole thing isn’t driving you insane.

You glare at him, hard. If looks could kill, Niall Horan would be six feet under before they even opened the car door.

When you arrive, the six of you pile out onto the red carpet, and the flashes are immediate—blinding and constant. Paparazzi shout names. Reporters wave you over. Cameras track your every move.

And right away, the matching tie doesn’t go unnoticed.

“Look at that coordination!” someone calls.

“They’re matching!” another shouts, and the clicking intensifies.

You feel Niall stiffen just slightly beside you. You don’t look at him. You refuse to look at him.

Louis leans toward you and murmurs, “You two are trending already.”

You groan under your breath. “Of course we are.”

“Lean in closer!” a photographer yells. “Give us the shot!”

Before you can react, Niall steps a little closer, stiff and mechanical, like he hates every second of it as much as you do. Your arms brush.

You both freeze.

“Smile!” someone shouts.

You grit your teeth and force one. Niall does the same.

It’s a perfect photo. And you hate it.

You’ve never been more aware of him than you are now—his cologne, the heat radiating from his body, the way the crowd laps up the image of the two of you standing together like you belong side by side.

You don’t. Not even close.

Inside the venue, it’s dimly lit and buzzing, every table filled with stars and glamor and the occasional faint pop of a camera flash. You’re barely through the doors when the boys take off toward your designated table near the stage.

You lag behind, taking a moment to breathe. To collect yourself. You need a seat away from Niall. As far away as possible.

But by the time you reach the table, they’re already seated.

Liam, Louis, Zayn, Harry—all strategically placed. Two on each side. Which means the only empty chair left?

Right beside him.

You stop dead, eyes narrowing.

“Are you kidding me?”

Louis sips his drink, unbothered. “Better sit down before someone else steals it.”

“You four planned this,” you say flatly.

“We didn’t plan anything,” Harry says, voice too innocent to be genuine.

Liam shrugs. “It’s the only seat left.”

Niall doesn’t look at you, just stares straight ahead with his arms crossed tight over his chest. Jaw clenched. He’s clearly just as thrilled as you are.

You hesitate a moment longer, but there’s nowhere else to go. Not without making a scene.

So you sit—hard. The chair scrapes loudly against the floor, and Niall flinches.

“Don’t crowd me,” he mutters under his breath.

You don’t even look at him. “Move over, then.”

“Can’t. Zayn’s already practically in my lap.”

“Then maybe you should’ve sat at another table.”

“You think I wanted this?”

“You’re both acting like children,” Zayn mutters, not even looking up from his phone.

“This is amazing,” Louis grins, already leaning over to whisper something to Harry.

Harry’s filming a video on his phone. “Just for memories,” he says, aiming it squarely at the two of you. “Our favorite dysfunctional couple.”

“We’re not a couple,” you and Niall snap at the same time.

The boys burst into laughter.

You sink back in your chair, arms crossed, teeth grinding as the opening act takes the stage. You try to focus on the performance, on anything other than the infuriating heat radiating from the person next to you.

You’re going to kill them. All of them.

But mostly Niall.

You try to focus. On the stage. On the music. On literally anything that isn’t Niall’s shoulder bumping into yours every time he shifts, or Louis and Harry whispering like schoolboys and snickering every time they look your way.

And then the inevitable happens.

James Corden, tonight’s host, steps off the stage with a mic in hand and a camera trailing behind him. He’s doing his rounds, working the room like a pro—stopping at tables, cracking jokes, charming the crowd.

And now he’s coming straight toward yours.

“Oh no,” you mutter under your breath.

“Don’t make eye contact,” Niall says, equally miserable.

Too late.

“Ladies and gentlemen!” James calls out, voice booming over the speakers. “One Direction, in the flesh!”

The crowd erupts with cheers.

James reaches your table and immediately pulls Louis into a side hug, claps Harry on the back, and grins at the camera. “Look at these legends. And looking sharp tonight, might I add. Really bringing the style, the class…”

Then his eyes land on you and Niall.

He stops.

He grins.

“Oh—oh, what’s this?” He steps closer, dramatically pointing between you and Niall. “Matching outfits? Coordinated colour scheme? Are we witnessing a soft launch right now?”

The camera zooms in.

Your smile freezes on your face.

Niall sits up a little straighter, jaw flexing as he forces a tight grin.

And of course, the boys don’t miss a beat.

“I told them they looked like a couple tonight,” Louis says loudly, leaning into the mic.

Zayn nods solemnly. “Could’ve sworn they walked in holding hands.”

“I think they matched on purpose,” Harry adds, wide-eyed and innocent. “I heard them talking about it this morning.”

Liam hums thoughtfully. “Very Mr. and Mrs. vibes, yeah?”

You turn to James, still smiling like your life depends on it. “It’s a coincidence.”

“Pure accident,” Niall says through gritted teeth. “Absolutely not intentional.”

James looks at the camera, clearly loving this. “Uh-huh. Yeah. Sure. Two people randomly show up in matching red like it’s not a joint fashion statement.”

“Swear on your lives,” James presses, holding the mic out between you.

You force a laugh. “I’d rather swear on Louis’ love life.”

Louis gasps dramatically. “Uncalled for.”

“I’d rather be dead,” Niall mutters under his breath, but loud enough for the mic to catch it.

The crowd howls.

James throws his head back in laughter. “Alright, alright. No couple confirmation—yet. But I’m keeping an eye on you two. For science.”

He winks, pats Niall’s shoulder, and saunters off to the next table.

The second he’s out of earshot, you drop the smile and glare at the boys.

“You’re all actual demons.”

“Guilty,” Harry beams.

“You’re lucky there were cameras,” Niall says darkly. “Or I’d have walked out.”

Louis raises his glass. “To the happy couple!”

You groan, sinking into your chair.

This night cannot end fast enough.

…

The afterparty is chaos. Hot, loud, crowded. Champagne flows like water, bass thumps through the floor, and the lights strobe in dizzy flashes of gold and pink. Everyone’s celebrating.

Everyone except you.

You’ve been suffocating all night—cornered by questions, compliments laced with assumptions, endless comments about the matching outfits. If one more person says “You and Niall look so good together,” you might actually scream.

You need to breathe.

You push through a packed hallway, past drunk laughter and a couple making out against the wall, and slip through a half-open door near the back of the venue. The room inside is dimly lit and quiet, a storage lounge or private greenroom—blessedly empty.

Or so you think.

You close the door behind you, take a breath—

Then freeze.

Because there he is.

Niall.

Slouched on the small couch, elbows on his knees, tie loosened, shirt untucked. His head lifts the second he hears the door click shut.

Of course.

You stare at him.

He stares right back.

You sigh. “Fucking typical.”

He groans, dragging a hand over his face. “What, are you following me now?”

“Oh, please. I came in here to get away from you.”

“Well, congratulations. We’re trapped.”

“I’m not trapped. You’re trapped.” You spin on your heel to leave—

The door doesn’t budge.

You try again.

Locked.

You jolt the handle, yank it harder. Nothing.

“Are you kidding me?”

Niall’s already on his feet, pacing over. “It sticks sometimes. You have to pull and—” He grabs the handle and gives it a sharp yank. Still locked. “Okay. It’s jammed.”

You step back, arms crossed. “Unbelievable.”

He looks at you, just as annoyed. “I didn’t trap you in here, alright?”

“Sure you didn’t.”

“You think I want to be alone in a room with you?”

You glare. “Trust me, the feeling’s mutual.”

He huffs out a bitter laugh, pacing a few steps away. “Christ. All night you’ve acted like I’ve ruined your life.”

“All night you’ve been ruining my life.”

“Oh come on, you’re pissed because of a tie—”

You cut him off, voice rising. “I’m pissed because this whole night has been a joke! Everyone’s laughing at us like we’re some running gag. You just go along with it, like it’s all funny, like none of it matters.”

He rounds on you. ���Because if I don’t laugh, I’ll end up screaming at you in front of cameras!”

“Good!” you shout. “Scream! Lose it! At least then you’d be honest for once!”

You’re chest to chest now, breathing hard, eyes locked in the low light of the room. His jaw is tight. Yours aches from how hard you’re clenching it.

“Every damn time,” he growls. “You get under my skin.”

You shove him—not hard, but enough.

He grabs your wrist. Tight. His voice drops low. Dangerous.

“Don’t.”

You rip your hand back. “Or what?”

Your voice cuts through the quiet like a blade. The air between you is molten, charged with something far beyond anger now—something heavier, darker, crawling beneath your skin and sinking into your blood.

Niall’s eyes burn into yours. His chest rises and falls, too fast, too uneven.

You don’t flinch.

He takes a step forward. You don’t back down.

“You gonna hit me?” you ask, voice low, dangerous.

His jaw flexes. “Wouldn’t waste the energy.”

“Then why are you still here?”

“Why are you?”

You lunge for him before you think it through—shoving him again, harder this time, your hands hitting his chest with a thud. He doesn’t stumble, doesn’t move—just grabs your wrists and shoves you back, pinning you roughly against the wall.

Your breath punches out of you.

“Watch it,” he growls, eyes wild.

You smirk—taunting, reckless. “Make me.”

Something in him snaps.

His mouth crashes into yours, rough and hot and furious. It’s not a kiss—it’s a fight for dominance, teeth clashing, lips bruising, breath stolen. You gasp, fingers fisting into the lapels of his jacket, yanking him closer like you hate him, like you need him.

He groans against your mouth, biting at your bottom lip, grabbing your hip hard enough to bruise. Your back hits the wall again, his hand curling around your jaw to keep you in place.

You reach for his tie.

Yank it.

Hard.

It jerks tight around his throat, dragging him in with a gasp. His hips slam against yours, a sharp growl ripping from his throat.

“Fuck,” he mutters against your mouth, the sound more primal than anything. “You’re such a fucking brat.”

You yank the tie again—harder this time, just to prove you can. His breath catches, eyes going dark, pupils blown wide.

That does it.

He tears away from the kiss with a growl, spinning you around so fast your head spins. His grip is unrelenting as he pulls your arms behind your back and yanks the tie from around his neck.

“Hey—get off—”

“Shut up,” he snarls, twisting your wrists together and wrapping the tie tight. The silk bites into your skin, not gentle, not pretty. The knot is harsh and secure, your arms pinned at your lower back as he pushes you back against the wall again.

“You don’t get to talk,” he snaps, breath hot against your ear. “Not after running your mouth all fucking night.”

You struggle, uselessly. Your breath comes in sharp bursts, body trembling—not from fear, but something else. Something worse. Something filthy.

“Fuck you,” you hiss, even as your thighs clench. “You’re a prick.”

He grabs your jaw, forcing your eyes to his. “You’re soaked through that fucking dress and we both know it.”

Your face burns.

You hate that he’s right.

He drags you away from the wall and forces you down, pushing your shoulders until your knees hit the floor.

You try to resist. You want to resist. But your wrists are bound, your body is already betraying you, and when you feel the floor beneath you, cool and grounding, you realize you’re already too far gone.

You glare up at him from your knees, chest heaving. “You think this proves something?”

He smirks, undoing his belt. “Yeah. That I know how to shut you up.”

You want to fight. You want to spit something vile and cruel and humiliating—but he’s already pulling himself free, already fisting a hand in your hair and tilting your chin up.

And you hate how much you want it.

“You’re not getting away with this,” you mutter, voice cracking.

He taps the head of his cock against your lips. “Open your mouth.”

You don’t.

You hold out, glaring, daring him.

So he presses in harder.

“You gonna make me force you?” he murmurs. “Because I will.”

Your body betrays you again.

You part your lips.

He thrusts in immediately, groaning low in his throat as your mouth stretches around him. His fingers tighten in your hair, holding you in place as he fucks into your mouth with rough, shallow thrusts—testing you. Making you take it.

“God, look at you,” he pants. “Such a fucking mess already. Thought you’d fight harder.”

You glare up at him, tears welling at the corners of your eyes, jaw aching.

He pulls back slightly, letting you breathe. Spit slicks your chin. Your wrists flex behind you, still bound, still useless.

“I hate you,” you rasp.

“I know,” he grins. “But your mouth loves me.”

And when he thrusts in deeper, groaning at the feeling of your throat tightening around him, you can’t deny it.

Your jaw aches. Eyes blur. Saliva drips down your chin as he rocks into your mouth harder, deeper, the wet slap of it echoing through the room.

“You wanted to be smart?” Niall grits out, tightening his grip in your hair. “This is what that mouth gets you.”

You choke as he pushes further, the head of his cock hitting the back of your throat with every thrust. You try to pull back, to breathe—but you can’t. He’s relentless. Unforgiving. Using you like it’s his right.

“Fuck, that’s it,” he growls, watching you from above with that look—like he owns you. “You take it so fucking well when you’re not running that mouth.”

Tears sting your eyes. You can barely breathe. And yet, your thighs are pressed together, soaked, your body desperate for more.

When he finally pulls out, his cock glistening with spit, your lips are swollen, cheeks wet, lungs screaming for air. You pant on your knees, throat sore, wrists still bound behind you.

“You done?” you rasp, broken and breathless but still biting.

He smirks. “Not even close.”

Before you can gather a thought, he grabs you again, lifting you up off the floor like you weigh nothing, and bends you over the nearest table. Your hips hit the edge with a thud, and your bound hands are useless behind your back.

“You gonna be good now?” he mutters, hiking your dress back up over your ass.

You let out a laugh—breathy, ragged. “Go fuck yourself.”

He growls. “No. I’m fucking you.”

And then he thrusts into you—one sharp, brutal stroke that knocks the breath out of your lungs. No teasing. No warning. Just deep, hard, punishing.

You cry out, body jerking forward, barely catching yourself with your elbows.

“Oh my God,” you gasp, the stretch making your vision blur.

“Yeah?” he pants, already fucking into you, fast and raw. “That what you wanted? To be put in your fucking place?”

You moan, incoherent now, eyes fluttering closed as he pounds into you, hips slapping against your ass, fingers digging into your hips hard enough to bruise.

“Tied up, on your knees, bent over—such a filthy little thing,” he growls, voice wrecked. “All that attitude, and this is what you needed the whole time.”

You’re already close, your body tightening, trembling with each thrust. But you won’t give him the satisfaction.

You bite your lip and shake your head, breathless. “Not good enough.”

He freezes for half a second.

Then he laughs, low and dangerous.

“Alright then.”

He grabs your bound wrists, yanks them up, and pulls your upper body back against his chest. The angle shifts—deeper, harder, rougher. You cry out, voice raw, thighs shaking uncontrollably.

“You still want to talk shit?” he snarls into your ear. “Or are you gonna come like the brat you are?”

Your head falls back onto his shoulder, mouth open in a silent moan. “F-fuck, Niall—”

“That’s it,” he hisses, thrusts growing frantic. “Come all over my cock, baby. Be a good girl and fucking come.”

You do.

You shatter in his arms, legs giving out as your orgasm tears through you—loud, wet, overwhelming. He fucks you through it, never stopping, chasing his own release with a groan against your neck.

“Fuck—fuck,” he grunts, slamming into you one last time before he spills inside, hot and thick, filling you to the brim.

For a moment, all you can do is collapse against the table, shaking, wrists still tied, breathless and undone.

He stays there, buried deep, forehead pressed to your shoulder.

And then, slowly, he pulls out. The sudden emptiness makes you gasp, your legs still trembling. He doesn’t say anything—just reaches down and slides the tie from your wrists with hands that aren’t nearly as steady as he wants them to be.

You breathe hard, flexing your sore fingers as you turn to look at him over your shoulder.

“We are never talking about this,” you rasp, voice wrecked.

“Agreed,” he mutters, equally breathless.

You both start to pull yourselves together—clothes tugged into place, fingers fumbling, refusing to make eye contact.

And that’s when the door slams open.

“Oh my God—” Harry’s voice practically cracks.

You freeze mid-zip. Niall stops dead, holding the crumpled tie in one hand.

Louis stumbles in behind Harry, already laughing. “I knew it. I fucking knew it!”

Zayn lingers in the doorway, raising a brow. “Well, that explains the tie.”

And then there’s Liam—full-on Daddy Directioner mode, arms crossed, looking like he aged five years in two minutes. “Seriously? You couldn’t just talk about your feelings like normal adults?”

“There are no feelings to talk about,” you mutter, yanking your dress down and avoiding Niall’s eyes entirely.

“Yeah,” Niall adds gruffly, barely meeting anyone’s gaze. “Wasn’t like that.”

Harry raises both hands. “Right. So you just tied her up and fucked her because… healthy communication?”

You clench your jaw. “Can we not do this right now?”

Louis laughs, but it’s quieter this time, less triumphant, more baffled. “I mean, look, I’ve seen some intense hate-fucking tension before, but this…? This was charged. Like, someone could’ve died. Or combusted.”

Zayn leans against the doorframe, arms crossed. “You both look like you’ve gone twelve rounds in a fight and no one came out a winner.”

“We’re fine,” Niall says tightly. He’s still not looking at you.

“Are you?” Liam asks, the teasing completely gone now. “Because this isn’t just about a one-off hookup. You’ve been snapping at each other for months. You’re in each other’s faces constantly. And now you’re—” He gestures vaguely to the room, the state of both of you, “this.”

You let out a dry, humorless laugh. “You think we’re suddenly different now? That we’re just going to be all… chill and in sync because of this?”

“No one’s saying that,” Louis replies, more gently this time. “But yeah, we joke around, sure—but we’re also worried. You both look wrecked. You need to sort this out before it explodes in a way we can’t fix.”

“I already told you—there’s nothing to sort,” you snap, sharper than you mean to.

Liam sighs, visibly frustrated. “That might work behind closed doors, but it’s not going to fly in front of cameras. You two need to clean this up. Fast.”

“The fans aren’t stupid,” Zayn adds. “One wrong look on stage or in an interview and it’s all over social media. Headlines. The works.”

Harry nods, his tone still quiet but serious. “You know how this goes. If we don’t control the story, someone else will.”

You cross your arms tightly over your chest, every nerve in your body still buzzing. “I know how to handle myself.”

“Then start doing it,” Liam says. Not angry, but tired. Disappointed.

The silence hangs for a beat.

You glance sideways at Niall—just for a second—and find him already looking at you. There’s something in his eyes you can’t name. Frustration. Guilt. Regret. But whatever it is, it only makes your chest tighten.

You look away.

“Whatever,” you mutter. “It happened. It’s done.”

And with that, you push past the boys and storm out of the room, heat crawling up your spine, heart pounding for reasons you don’t dare name.

Behind you, the door creaks shut.

Nobody says a word.

...

Part 2 - coming soon

[blouisparadise]

Upon request, today we have a rec list of bottom Louis fics that both have A/B/O dynamics and are soft and fluffy! If you enjoy our rec lists and would like them to continue, please like and reblog this post to help spread the word. Happy reading!

1) Seven, Seven | Not Rated | 1,877 words

“Hello, baby girl,” Harry says as soon as the nurse places the bundle of joy into his arms. “We’ve been dying to meet you.”

2) Send Me Your Pillow (The One That You Dream On) | General Audiences | 3,187 words

Harry is embarrassed to realize he's nesting but can't stop stealing Louis' things for his nest.

3) Whisk Me Off My Feet | Explicit | 5,054 words

When Louis locks himself out of his apartment in just a pair of novelty underwear, he hopes his new neighbor can come to his rescue.

4) Purr And Shout | Not Rated | 5,274 words

The sound that escapes Harry's mouth couldn't possibly be a purr. He's an alpha, alphas don't purr. Or do they?

5) Take Me To The Stars | Explicit | 5,840 words

Staring at his darling daughter, in the middle of the pasta aisle, Louis found himself on the edge of a neurotic breakdown.

"It’s your birthday tomorrow! And your papa better not do anything to muck it up! Because your dada worked very hard to organise it! And all of your aunties and grannies and granddads and friends will be there!” Louis continued in a sweet sing-song voice that seemed to get increasingly frantic as he continued. “And if your papa is in rut, then what? What’ll we do, honey girl? Your dada will be too busy! And your papa will be too horn-”

“Louis,” Harry interrupted, touching Louis’ arm. “I’ll be okay. It’s probably not even my rut. I can appreciate you… all of you… even when I’m not in rut.”

Louis looked at him skeptically, imagining the shitshow that would be Harry in rut, surrounded by family and friends, at their child’s first birthday party. “I hope you’re right, H.”

6) Young And Sweet | Explicit | 5,894 words

Louis sees his ex at the carnival and thinks that he must be the solution to his problem.

7) Glistening Under The Sun (You're My Honey Soaked Love) |  Mature | 8,996 words | Sequel

The cottagecore fic we all needed, featuring Petal the overprotective bunny, mummy Louis and alpha Harry that lives and breathes for his omega.

8) I Will Cover My Eyes (For If The Dark Returns) | Not Rated | 9,582 words

Alpha Harry asks omega Louis out and things progress from there.

9) When Tomorrow Comes | Explicit | 11,111 words

When Louis and Niall are partnered up to complete a project on Omega scents and how they effect the nesting behaviours of Alphas, little does Louis know that the course of his life is about to be forever altered.

10) Butterflies, The Beautiful Kind | Explicit | 18,401 words

Prompt 36: Louis is a single parent with a child who is terrified of doctors. However, one day, the kid gets sick. Thankfully the new pediatrician, doctor Styles, has wild curly hair and green eyes and a soothing deep voice that the kid immediately grows attached to.

11) Tiger Lily | Mature | 20,155 words

I worked next door and when he walked in, my whole world turned on it's head.

12) This Love Is Ours | Mature | 21028 words

“I told you to call me Harry.” Harry looks amused. It’s not funny. Louis throwing up because of him isn’t funny.

“But I’ve been calling you Mr. Styles for so long.”

“And now you’re carrying my baby.”

13) Swept Me Off My Feet (Took My Heart And Took Me Down) | Explicit | 25,447 words

When Louis had decided to reopen his mother’s bakery, he never thought a charming alpha would walk in through the door, let alone fall in love with him over tea, dessert and music.

14) Raise a Glass to the Four of Us | Mature | 25,470 words

Louis stared at his luggage.

Well. Apparently not his luggage, because the clothing he was looking at currently was a: worth more than everything he currently possessed, b: not his size at all, and c: more suited for a fancy ass lawyer than a holiday in NYC with his best mates.

“Ooh, nice loafers,” Niall said as he pulled one out of the suitcase. “I love the rainbows.”

“Okay,” Liam began. “What do you want to do first? Eat, shop for new clothes, or spend hours on the phone with the airline?”

Louis continued to stare at the luggage.

15) Yours To Lose | Mature | 25,472 words

“I think I know the person that matches your descriptions of your dream alpha.”

“Who? And oh not my dream alpha, god you’re making me sound like a teenage school girl. I’m a mum, H.” They laugh as they watch kids gather in front of the verandah, getting ready to go back to the orphanage.

“Well, you’re gonna have to find out.” Harry winks before standing up to start cleaning their spot.

16) Feeling Peachy, Take A Bite | Explicit | 25,654 words

Prompt 570: Omega Louis works at a cupcake shop. He makes the prettiest cupcakes and loves his job. In comes beefy alpha Harry who absolutely loves to eat Louis’ cake. Inspired by Louis being a cute baby girl handing out cupcakes. (no a/b/o necessary, but Louis has to be feminine).

17) Confections Of The Heart | Explicit | 25,877 words

Louis is a single mom, Harry is a pastry chef, and Oliver just wants his mom to be happy. With a teaspoon of love and a sprinkle of fate, the three might just find a home in each other.

18) I Know How To Whisk (But Teach Me Anyway) | Mature | 32,113 words

Louis scrunched his eyebrows in confusion. “I don’t understand. Unmated alphas don’t just go into a rut out of nowhere. Unless…”

Louis grabbed onto Niall’s arm in desperation. “Am I a homewrecker? Does Harry have a mate? Oh my God, was he not flirting? Did the change in his scent not have anything to do with my smell yesterday? Did I just make that up!?”

Louis let go of Niall and dropped his face in his hands. “I knew it was too good to be true.”

“You’re an idiot,” Niall stated. Louis looked up to find Niall rolling his eyes. He snapped his laptop closed and moved to stand up. “I need to get some work done. Why don’t you stay here and think back to ABO dynamics 101.”

With that Niall hopped off the couch and headed to his room. He stopped and turned to Louis before he made it to the hall and said, “Oh, and Lou. You may want to reconsider your outlook on soulmates.”

Louis yelled after him. “Soulmates aren’t a thing, Niall!”

19) Let Me Feel Your Heartbeat | Explicit | 34,572 words

Harry is 98% sure Louis hates him. So he feels like his bewilderment is justified when the omega offers to help him through his rut.

20) I Found A Love For Me (Darling Just Dive Right In) | Explicit | 46,652 words | Sequel

Louis, an omega with very little control. Harry, an alpha with a lot of emotion. Neither of them have any idea what do to with this little thing called love, but they’ll be damned if they don’t put up a good fight.

21) Gallery Of Us | Explicit | 55,782 words

Harry knew what he was doing in life, everything laid out in black-and-white, each day pleasantly predictable. Cue lively art student, Louis, trying to find his place. An almost insufferably happy person who sometimes forgets to hide the way they feel meets the person who is diligent enough to notice and determined to make a difference.

22) Love Me Until The End | Mature | 207,053 words

“Dr. Styles there’s an emergency at the maternity ward. The head nurse called for you, he needs you there as soon as possible.” The trainee tells Harry over the phone, catching his attention. Louis Tomlinson, the Louis Tomlinson is calling him? He lowers his clipboard and nods his head, getting up from his chair.

“Tell Mr. Tomlinson I’ll be there right away.”

Check out our other fic rec lists by category here and by title here.

[hlficlibrary]

Hi! Do you have any fics where they say I love you for the first time? 💖💖

Thanks you darlings!

Hi! You're very welcome! Here are some fics for you!

Different Than You Do by galactic_larry / @galacticlarry

Louis and Harry have been friends for a little over four years. Louis has been in love with Harry for most of those years, even if he didn’t want to admit it at first.

What happens when he impulsively decides to tell him?

Beep the Horn by kikikryslee / @flamboyantommo

“Listen, I’ve tried to be helpful," Niall said. "But it's been three years. It’s time for you to make the move. There’s only so much encouraging I can do before it starts to get repetitive. And annoying.” “I feel so loved,” Louis deadpanned. “Of course we love you, Lou,” Zayn said. “We just need you to tell Harry how you feel so you can stop feeling so down on yourself.” Or, the one where Harry dresses as Miley Cyrus for Halloween, and Louis is the tiniest bit in love with him.

cause you're a sky full of stars by @femstyles

Uni AU. A film student on campus randomly stops Harry and asks him to participate in her assignment. Little does he know that agreeing also means putting his heart on the line.

Or the AU inspired by Thoraya Maronesy's videos on YouTube where Harry calls Louis and tells him how he really feels.

[dogsliampaynedoesntinstagram]

Just saw that Julian Bunetta co wrote Espresso with Sabrina. He's gone on to write so many hits (including Niall's Slow Hands). When I was a kid I genuinely thought Louis & Liam were out there writing most of the 1d songs from scratch but now I think Louis just contributed a few lyrics and Liam ???? Julian worked out the melody and all the instrumentation with the help of John Ryan and Jamie Scott.

Julian Bunetta is doing very well for himself - and I think the specific skills that make that possible are worth thinking about.

It's not just that he's skilled at both making music and identifying what makes pop music work - he can also work with someone to develop their voice. That requires both musical and social skills. A lot of what both Savan Kotecha and 1D members have said about writing music for 1D (and actually the other cowriters in different ways) - makes it clear that respecting 1D members and working with them

I personally think that both your old and new understanding of 1D's role in songwriting are an over simplification. It's worth remembering that when 1D got bigger and had more power they could choose what they fought for - and what they chose was having more input into songwriting and working with people who would teach them. It mattered to them. And more than that - it had an impact on the music.

I think there are basically three things a popstar contribute to a writing session - the first is their self. Embedding songs in both who people are and the image they're projecting has real value. Then there's taste - if you are the person who says 'I want more horns on this' (to give an example from 1D) - you are influencing the music even if you don't write the horn parts/work on the electronic horn soundscape/hire the horn players. Here I think it's very clear that as people get more power they get more influence (Julian Bunetta said no to Harry on Olivia and I don't think people say no now). Then there's compositional contribution on music, lyrics and arrangement. I think they contributed all 3 during 1D and they contributed to all 3 in their solo careers. I think how much will vary from song to song. But the idea that they do everything or nothing either in 1D or solo careers is oversimplifying.

[justagirlthatlovedtoread]

Burning touch

Niall’s cozy living room was bathed in the soft glow of fairy lights, casting a warm ambiance over the mismatched furniture. The six friends—three guys and three girls—gathered there every Friday night, their laughter and camaraderie filling the air.

Y/n sat cross-legged on the floor, her back leaning against Niall’s legs. She was the quiet one, the girl with the doe-like eyes that held kindness. Her long brown hair cascaded over her shoulders, and she wore an oversized sweater that swallowed her petite frame. Niall, manly ruggedly handsome, had always been her protector. His blue eyes held a depth that intrigued her, and his touch ignited a fire within her that she couldn’t explain.

As the movie played on the screen, Niall's fingers traced delicate patterns on y/n’s stomach. His touch was both comforting and electrifying, and she fought to keep her breathing steady. His chin rested on her shoulder, and she could feel the warmth of his breath against her skin. The room faded away, leaving only the two of them in this intimate bubble.

Y/n stole a glance at the others. Amelia and Liam were engrossed in the film, oblivious to the charged atmosphere between her and Niall. Across the room, Maggie and Louis whispered conspiratorially, their heads close together. But it was Niall who held her attention—the way his thumb brushed against her ribcage, the way his heartbeat seemed to synchronize with hers.

She knew he felt it too, but y/n was so shy around him, and too scared to lose her favourite person, so she kept her feelings guarded, and ignored the longing that simmered beneath their friendship. They’d known each other for years, shared passions, dreams and trust, but this was different. Niall’s touch spoke of desire, of a hunger that threatened to consume them both.

Y/n shifted, her pulse racing. Should she pull away? Or surrender to the ache that coiled low in her belly? Niall’s hand slid higher, and she bit her lip to stifle a gasp. The movie played on, its soundtrack a backdrop to her silent confession. Y/N leaned back into Niall’s touch, her heart pounding. Maybe, just maybe, this was the beginning of a love story—one that defied friendship, blurred boundaries, and dared to explore what lay between the lines.

Niall, too, was navigating the delicate line between friendship and something more profound. His protective instincts towards Y/N had always been strong, but lately, they had evolved into something deeper, more intense. He cherished their moments together, the way her laughter brightened his day, the softness in her eyes when she looked at him. Tonight, however, there was a palpable shift—a magnetic pull that neither could ignore. His fingers moved with a purpose, silently communicating a desire he had long kept hidden. The movie’s dialogue faded into the background, drowned out by the rhythmic cadence of their synchronized heartbeats.

Niall had always been the dependable one—the guy who fixed broken things, both literal and metaphorical. His friends relied on him, and he revelled in that role. But y/n was different. She wasn’t just a friend; she was the quiet heartbeat at the centre of his world.

When he touched her, it was like touching a live wire. Her skin held secrets—soft and fragile, yet resilient. He’d memorized every freckle on her arms, every curve of her spine. And when she leaned back against him during movie nights, he fought the urge to pull her closer, to claim her as his own.

His feelings for y/n defied logic. She was the shy girl with the doe-like eyes, the one who blushed when he complimented her. But beneath that demure exterior lay a fire—an intensity that drew him in. He’d seen glimpses of it—the way her gaze lingered on his lips, the way her breath hitched when he brushed against her.

Niall’s hand under her shirt wasn’t just about comfort; it was a silent confession. He wanted to explore the landscape of her skin, to map every inch with his fingertips. His chin on her shoulder was an anchor, grounding him in this moment—a moment that held the promise of something more.

As the movie comes to an end, the room fills with the soft murmur of friends gathering their things, preparing to leave. The air is thick with the remnants of shared laughter and the warmth of a good time spent together. Y/n rises from her seat, following the natural flow of her friends towards the door, but she feels a gentle tug on her arm. It's Niall. His eyes convey a plea, a silent request for her to stay a little longer. Without hesitation, she nods and decides to stay behind.

Y/n turns to her departing friends with a smile. "I'll stay and help tidy up," she announces. Their friends exchange knowing glances, offering her playful smirks and supportive winks as they file out the door. The room gradually quiets down, the sounds of footsteps and cheerful goodbyes fading into the night. Y/n and Niall are left with the echoes of the evening, the room now theirs to reclaim from the chaos of a lively gathering.

And so, together, they begin to clean up, their movements synchronized and effortless. The task at hand becomes secondary to the conversation that flows between them. They share stories, laugh at inside jokes, and navigate the delicate space between friendship and something more. The mess of discarded popcorn and empty cups gradually disappears, replaced by a sense of connection and shared purpose.

He pulled her onto the sofa, falling into a peaceful silence. Niall's tummy presses against her back as he gently strokes down her hips. He kisses her cheek, trailing soft kisses from her cheek to the corner of her mouth and her jawline. Y/n's heart begins to pound, and she feels a wave of nervousness wash over her.

Niall senses the change in her breathing and pauses for a moment. He wants to make sure she's comfortable, to reassure her. "Y/n," he murmurs softly against her neck, his voice filled with affection. The sound of her name spoken so intimately sends a shiver down her spine.

She turns slightly to face him, lips so close, Niall's gaze is warm and steady, a silent promise of his care and devotion. Her nerves start to ease, replaced by a growing sense of trust.

In that tender moment, time seemed to stretch, and the world around them faded into a distant blur. The gentle touch of his fingers as they swept her hair behind her ear sent a shiver down her spine. His gaze, darting from her eyes to her lips and back again, as he moved closer, the boundaries that once defined their friendship began to dissolve, replaced by an overwhelming sense of connection and longing.

His approach was deliberate but unhurried, giving her the chance to pull away if she chose to. Yet, she found herself frozen in place, drawn to him by a magnetic pull that she had never felt before. Every inch he traversed seemed to bring with it a rush of memories, laughter shared, secrets whispered, and moments of comfort. It was as if all those instances had been leading up to this singular point in time, where friendship blossomed into something more profound and beautiful.

When his lips finally met hers, it was a gentle and tentative kiss, a question as much as an answer. The world around them ceased to exist, leaving only the sensation of the kiss, the warmth of his touch, and the rapid beating of her heart. In that kiss, they found a new beginning, an uncharted path that they were willing to explore together. The kiss ended, but the connection remained, a silent promise of what was to come, a beautiful, unforeseen journey into the realm of love.

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[pop-punklouis]

yk what idk what lt3 will be like but i’d loveee some new sounds like idk trumpets or xylophone or something! actually even some like random mundane sounds that make music yk? like some car horns or some shit.

oh also some love song that’s not bittersweet/sad yk? i know we have always you and lucky again (am i forgetting any?) but they still have an underlying theme that’s kinda sad/serious so just like a pure love song? idk how to explain it so maybe for example, black and white (niall) and adore you? (i don’t mean the sound but more the theme)

yesss i think that would be cool. i do believe louis is going to build upon what made FITF great so i do expect a good amount of songs that feel like their main job is to be performed live. but, i also think he's got some tricks up his sleeve. im excited to see how he has grown after the FITF era and what that growth looks like when translated sonically and lyrically.

[ratchetblovelove]

love Niall horn he’s so beautiful

[larainbloom]

hiee baby hope you’re doing alright could you do a bot inspired by this https://pin.it/3h0SKOFUB (also I can practically hear Niall cackling his Irish ass off after doing this) so basically it’s Harry’s birthday and you planned a surprise on a mega yacht for him well because our man loves being on boats anyways so everyone’s there and drunk so you get a little idea to do what Niall did in the video (honking the boat horn) but Harry doesn’t know it’s you who did it and just assumes it’s Niall so he yells “fuck off Nigel” but then you emerge out of the boat’s control room? (Idk much about boats) and yell “happy birthday Harold” while laughing

I don't know anything about boats either, I googled "yacht map labeled" to figure out real boat words for this 😭

Harry Styles - 2016

You throw Harry a birthday party at sea that gets a little out of hand.

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[dragon-communion]

Armor for dragon communion shenanigans:

Banished Knight Set (note: can only acquire the unaltered helmet from the guy at the Cathedral as far as I know, and the unaltered armor from Castle Sol)

Ronin's Set (RIP Yura I love your dragon cape)

Veteran's Set (Commander Niall rocking what might be dragon feathers and definitely horns)

Drake Knight Set (obvious reasons)

The Malformed Dragon set is specifically related to the ancient dragon cult and lightning magic and therefore I don't consider it as relevant.

[livebloggingkidshows]

TNS Marching Band AU

So last year I thought about writing a college marching band AU but I didn't get beyond sorting every A-Trouper into sections. Pre-Season 7 my brothers helped because those are the seasons I can watch on the TV, and my brothers are band kids through and through. New characters for seasons 7-9 are probably less accurate since I was assigning them on my own.

Section leaders above the cut, rest of the sections below.

Michelle-head of music (clarinet) Emily-head of marching (flute) Noah-drum major (bass clarinet)

Thalia-clarinet Kenzie-flute Piper-alto sax West-tenor sax (+bass clarinets) Daniel-trumpet James-percussion (quads/tenor) Riley-trombone (+baritones) Eldon-tuba (+horns)

Clarinets Chloe Cassie Skylar Ozzy Heather Heath Daisy Dylan

Flutes Stephanie Tiffany Jacquie Lola Kingston (hangs out with the saxes) Ethan Niall Olive

Alto Saxes Cierra Henry Zara Summer Izzy

Tenor Saxes and Bass Clarinets Giselle-tenor sax Davis-tenor sax Jett-tenor sax Anthony-bass clarinet Adele-bass clarinet

Trumpets Alfie Richelle Elliot Lily Cleo Presley (yes, I know she was never officially on A-Troupe, work with me) Ebby Grace

Percussion Luke-snare Theo-bass John-snare

Trombones and Baritones Hunter-trombone Sloane-trombone Finn-trombone Jude-trombone Ariana-trombone Amanda-baritone Ella-baritone Josh-baritone

Tubas and Horns LaTroy-tuba Amy-horn Pete-horn Xander-horn