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ravs6709 · 2 years ago

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Won't You Shine With Me (Oh Distant Star Of Mine)- Hekster, Kam, Marelliana, Fedex

Act 1 (here). Act 2. Act 3. Act 4. Act 5. Act 6.

Or read on ao3 here!

Word count: 3.6k words

Okay so! A few weeks ago I watched an anime called Revue Starlight, which is basically a magical girl anime about theatre lesbians swordfighting each other with lots of feels. Me, having feels decided I needed to make an au for kotlc

No knowledge of the anime needed at all! I highly recommend (so good!!!) watching it on general though, it's only 12 episodes, and there's extra stuff i don't even deal with in here

I... know very little of theatre, which is a huge part of this fic, so pls disregard/correct things that don't make sense. (Also pls pretend they're all the same age so they can be in the same class)

There's lyrics! Written "with italics and quotation marks"! "Bold" means that everyone involved is singing, and "outside bracket (inside)" means one party sings the part outside, while the other sings the inside. Lyrics written by me except there's no actual song so they're just mildly incohesive lines but i worked hard!

Warnings: censored swearing

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ACT 1

SCENE 1

Keeper Of The Lost Cities. A play about a Telepath and an Empath. The Telepath's arrival in the Lost Cities was a harbinger for struggle and change. Various threats tried to demolish the system that the people lived by—though it wasn't like the system was necessarily as good as the people had believed it to be.

So the Telepath and the Empath ventured to the Point of Purity so they could seek out the best way to save their world. They'd already had the power of sunlight and moonlight, all they needed now was the light of the stars. Once the star and its light was obtained, they would have the power and wisdom required to make their choice.

The Empath turned to the Telepath with a relieved smile, relieved that they had both made it here. However, instead of feeling relief from the Telepath, the Empath could only sense dread.

Before the Empath could voice out those concerns, the Telepath pushed the Empath off the platform they were both standing on.

No one ever saw the Telepath again, nor what the Telepath had done with the light of the stars.

SCENE 2

Keeper of the Lost Cities again? Stina thought.

"Each year, the classes perform two plays. One of them is an original that the playwrights will create, and the other is the play that you've performed last year. By performing it each year in your high school years, you'll all be able to see just how much you've improved."

Mr. Forkle droned on and on about what was going to happen, how the playwrights had already started on their revised script and the auditions for Keeper of the List Cities would start soon.

It wasn't like they'd never done this before. As Mr. Forkle himself had said, they'd performed it last year.

Stina knew that she should pay more attention, that she should care more, she had every reason to care, but honestly, she was having second thoughts about whether coming to Foxfire Music Academy was even worth it.

Was it worth trying to build her entire future based on what she'd decided ten years ago, when she was five years old? What did five year old Stina even know? She was too naive, clung too easily to false promises.

"It's time for practice," Linh said quietly, gently easing Stina from her thoughts.

The class went to have their warm-up stretches before there was any actual dance practice.

"Hey Wonderboy, help me out," Dex said, and Fitz quipped a reply before holding Dex's leg to tilt it upward, while Dex wrapped his arms around Fitz to stay balanced.

Neither of them looked like they enjoyed it, but this usually happened every day.

"Hey, go lower," Biana told Marella.

"Alright, alright," Marella said, bending down even further.

"On three," Tam said to Keefe. "One, two, three."

The two of them started squatting down to a chair pose, arms linked and their backs touching for balance.

"Hey, easy, Bangs Boy!"

"If you couldn't even do that, I'll get the lead role for sure."

With stretches finished, Mr. Forkle had them each take turns practicing some of the dance moves. Those who weren't dancing were singing.

Fitz and Biana went first, completely in sync with each other, because of course, those two Vacker siblings were the best at everything. Dex and Marella were the next duo, not as in sync but they made up for it in flair, incorporating more advanced movements to make themselves look better.

Show-offs, Stina thought.

It wasn't really about them being skilled. They were just upset about how bright the Vacker siblings shined, and they both wanted to prove that they were just as good, if not better. She wasn't sure if it was even worth the effort. Probably not.

Stina went through her own movements on autopilot, and she could tell when Tam dipped her that he wasn't really impressed. Whatever. It wasn't like she was doing this for him.

SCENE 3

"Today, we have a new student who has transferred here," Mr. Forkle said.

Stina, who had only been half paying attention sat up straight. A new student? That was odd.

A short student walked into the classroom. The student was pale with golden-flecked brown eyes and blonde hair was adorned with a clip of a moonlark. Stina's own alicorn hair clip that she used to keep her hair out of her face felt heavy on her head.

"Hi," the student began, "I'm—"

"Sophie Foster."

The student froze at the interruption, and it was only when everyone turned towards Stina with inquisitive stares that she realized that the voice had come out of her own mouth.

Sophie stared at her with wide eyes, looking just as shocked as Stina felt. This couldn't be real, how could Sophie be here in her school? Something like that wasn't possible, because she was supposed to be in an entirely different continent.

"Do you know Sophie, Stina?" Mr. Forkle asked.

"I knew her," she replied, looking at a wall.

The temptation to stare at Sophie was strong, but she also knew that if she did, she wouldn't stop staring, her eyes would seek out all the ways Sophie had changed and the ways that Sophie had stayed the same after so long.

(She couldn't bring herself to look at Sophie and have hope.)

"That's good news. The desk in front of you is empty, and it would be good for Sophie to be able to sit with someone that she is familiar with."

Stina could hardly process those words until her sight was flooded with blonde hair.

This couldn't be real. She probably fell asleep in class again and was now dreaming of Sophie Foster.

Stina pinched herself. Sophie Foster was in Foxfire, was really sitting in front of her.

Mr. Forkle's words as he explained what was going on went in one ear and right out of the other, her body moving on autopilot to the dance room. Her brain felt like a train had run into it.

When Sophie was asked to show what she was capable of, Stina realized that she really shone so brightly. Sure, she fumbled at first—classic Sophie—but once she got going, she was smooth and elegant and it was as if she were glimmering.

So this was Sophie Foster now. She couldn't say she was surprised, because she'd always known that this was going to happen, but actually seeing it happen in front of her was completely different.

When lunch came, Stina thought that Sophie would have sought her out, that they would have gravitated towards each other like friends always did. They hadn't seen each other in ten years, shouldn't they talk?

Stina got tired of waiting for Sophie to come to her, and got up so she could just find her on her own and they eat their lunch together. When she eventually found Sophie, she was holding her lunch with one hand, using her phone with the other, talking to Dex excitedly.

Stina turned around and walked away.

So what? So what? Five year olds were young and stupid and Stina was stupid for thinking that they could continue from where they'd left off ten years ago. Why did she even think Sophie would remember? Ten years was a long time. Whatever.

She walked back to the lunchroom and sat down at the table her friends sat at. Well, they weren't quite her friends, but she didn't hate them either. Fitz and Biana were kind of stuck up, like the privileged rich kids they were, but Dex and Marella made snarky comments that made them seem like normal people. Keefe and Tam bickered all the time, always claiming to want to surpass the other, but it could be entertaining to watch from the sidelines. Linh was gentle, but in a purposeful way that was to never be underestimated, and was probably also the reason why Stina hadn't been driven mad from being around this group.

"So," Keefe began, "you know Foster?"

"Foster?" she asked dryly. Since when did those two know each other enough that he'd use a nickname for her?

"Yeah, Foster," he repeated, "C'mon, answer the question! How do you know the Mysterious Miss F, our transfer student?"

"She was a friend from when I was younger," Stina replied.

Linh hummed, then gave her a knowing smile. "Oh, is she Sophie?"

Marella was next to react. "Oh, that's her?"

"Wait, who?" Keefe asked.

"Ohh," Biana said next.

"Were you snooping in my room?" Stina asked.

Marella closed her eyes. "It's Linh's room too, you know. And if you have the picture on your nightstand it doesn't count as snooping."

Okay, she had to give her that one. Still, it was one thing for Linh to know, because Linh was her roommate, and another for the other girls to know too.

"Yeah, it's her."

"Are you excited?" Linh asked.

"Even if I was, it's not like it matters," she replied, leaning back, letting her legs against the bench seat keep her up. "Things change in ten years."

She revisited the thought that had been in her mind for the past few weeks. Maybe even longer. When Sophie walked into the lunchroom, Dex beside her, Stina thought that it was a good time to voice it.

"I think I want to switch to the stage production group."

The mild chatter from the others ceased, all heads turning to her.

"You want to do what?"

"You know I'm not one for self-deprecation, so I'm fully aware that my acting skills aren't that good. And maybe I do have "potential" or whatever crap Forkle would say when I eventually tell him I want to switch. But does potential even matter if going into acting doesn't feel like it's worth it anymore?"

Everyone at the table looked genuinely concerned. Sophie looked at her with wide eyes, as if feeling betrayed. Stina would be lying if she didn't feel any satisfaction from seeing that expression on Sophie's face.

What reason did she have to feel betrayed, anyway? A promise made ten years ago was never likely to come true.

She could feel Sophie's gaze on her as she ate, searing as if it were a brand. Stina simply ignored her. Even throughout their next classes, singing and theory, she could tell that Sophie was staring.

If she wanted to say something, she should just say it.

After all the classes were over for the day, Stina began making her way to her room, when she was stopped by Sophie.

"Stina," she began, and Stina felt hope surge within her. "Could you... lead me to where the rooms are?"

"The girls rooms are this way, follow me," she said, stamping out the hope. She really was an idiot, huh? "What's your room number?"

Sophie looked confused. "Foxfire hasn't given me one?"

Stina sighed. "How are you supposed to stay in a room if you don't know which room you're staying in?"

Silence. The two kept walking. When Sophie didn't say anything, Stina's mind started running full-force, coming up with an idea that was bound to be awful. Before she could stop herself, she blurted: "You should sleep in m—

"Can you lead me to the office?" Sophie asked. "Wait, what did you say?"

"Nothing." She needed to get a grip on herself before she tried to say anything else that was stupid.

Sophie stared at her, unconvinced. "Okay, I won't press on that." Then her face fell. "About earlier, what you said..."

Stina knew exactly what she was talking about, she was referring to when Stina said that she didn't want to act anymore. But Stina didn't want to talk about that.

"See that door over there?" She pointed to one of the academy's buildings, a blue door that had foxfire mushrooms glowing faintly around it. "In there, first door on your right."

Sophie began walking.

"You can just leave your luggage with me for now, you don't have to drag it everywhere," Stina told her. "My room's number 204, you can get it there."

Sophie nodded. "Thank you."

"No problem."

Sophie dragged the suitcase so she could give the handle to Stina. Their fingers brushed, and all at once, various memories flooded her: the feeling of Sophie's hands in hers as they ran and played; the wide, genuine, cheek-hurting smiles that adorned their faces; the breathless giggling; the heartfelt promises—

Sophie left, and Stina dragged the suitcase to her room, her heart pounding.

"You're finally here," Linh greeted. "And what's that?"

"Sophie's luggage. She needs to go find out which room she's staying in."

Linh nodded, then went to take a shower. Stina sat on her bed and looked out the window. To her surprise, she saw Sophie running.

That is the opposite direction to where I told her to go, where is she going?

Before she could decide otherwise, Stina put back on her shoes and began running after her. She was a fast runner and knew her way around, she was able to not lose track of Sophie, though only barely.

Why's she going back into the school?

Stina kept running and caught a flash of blonde hair going into one of the classrooms. When she got to the door, she realized that it wasn't a classroom. It was an elevator.

Since when did Foxfire have an elevator over here? And it leads to the basement?

She stepped inside the open elevator and pressed the down arrow. It began falling without any warning. She screamed, and was she going to die???

She was launched out of the elevator and landed on a soft, red seat.

"Holy sh*t," she breathed. "What the f*ck."

Once she finally regained her composure, she looked around. In front of her was a large stage, and she was sitting up in the audience's seat. Two large spotlights from opposite sides of the stage. Two people stood in the centre: a girl in red and a boy in black. While the colours and finer details of the outfit were different, they both wore a jacket and a skirt that went down to their mid-thighs. They both wore a pelisse jacket over one of their shoulders, held on to a white sash by a golden aiguillette and golden button.

What? Are they—

"The light of the stars ignites our burning hearts."

The two people sang, facing each other and lifting a hand elegantly. They spun away from each other in a series of chainé turns.

"We've made a vow to become the Top Star."

Those two actors weren't just ordinary people.

What are you two doing here?

Those two dancers were Sophie Foster and Tam Song.

"I'll use this rage of mine to tear the night apart!" Sophie sang, unsheathing a sword that gleamed in the light.

Tam sang next, unsheathing his own sword, "I don't intend to lose here, I call for the dark!"

All the lights turned off, the stage turning black save for the faint light that shone on Sophie, and a series of letters that briefly glowed way above it all.

☆ REVUE OF BEGINNINGS ☆

Then even those letters faded into the darkness.

"Revues..? What is this place?" Stina murmured.

Tam continued singing, but no spotlight shone on him, but she could see him appear in brief glimpses as he charged at Sophie, a ghost in the darkness, swinging his sword. Sophie, who struggled to see, could only barely parry his attacks.

"You're going to f*cking kill her!" Stina yelled.

Not having seen Sophie in ten years, Stina couldn't say much about her, but in the little bit that she knew Tam, she knew that he wasn't so reckless, wouldn't get himself in whatever swordfighting event this was. He was a serious, responsible person. So what the hell was he doing?

"Interesting!" A voice said from beside her.

Stina whirled around and saw a horse. No—not a horse. An alicorn.

"Revue!" The alicorn said cheerfully.

There were swordfighting duels in Foxfire's basement, and there was an alicorn watching it (since when did alicorns exist???).

What the hell.

"Song! Dance! Compete! Shine! Brightest light! Become Top Star!"

"You're telling me that they need to compete in duels to become the 'Top Star?'" she asked.

"Knock off! Jacket! Win!"

The constant pauses between words and the relatively monosyllabic way the alicorn spoke confused her, but she was starting to understand what they meant. As she looked closer at the revue, she could see that Tam wasn't blindly swinging, nor was he aiming for below the shoulders. Each swing was meant for that golden aiguillette that held the blue jacket Sophie wore to her shoulder. The swings grew increasingly precise, Sophie spinning around and around as she tried to guess where Tam would attack from next. She'd grow dizzy at that rate, and that was probably what Tam was intending on.

"She's going to lose!"

"Stina audience! No disrupt! No compete! Only actor compete! You give up acting!"

That was right. Stina had told the others that she was going to give up on acting. Her passion, her desire to act came from a childhood dream that seemed to be long gone.

She's going to lose.

Tam kept singing, his voice growing louder, and now multiple spotlights were shining on him. His swordfighting on the offensive, his singing the loudest, his movements the flashiest; Tam owned the stage, he was the brightest of the two.

Sophie had fulfilled part of her promise, she had promised to come back to Stina. Didn't that mean that Stina had fulfil some of hers too?

She stood up and took a deep breath, steeling herself for what was to come next. She made her way to the aisle, then took a few steps back. She ran and jumped off the balcony, the promise singing throughout every part of her body.

Sophie and I will become stars together!

As she landed, she slammed her weapon on Tam's, preventing him from making the cutting blow. She wore her own purple outfit akin to the other two.

"On this colourful stage of light and dark,

I shine like a shooting star!

Reborn, I am Foxfire student, Stina Heks!

A dazzling night sky will be created!"

Her entrance speech was overdramatic and cheesy, but Stina Heks was on the stage now, so she would fall into the role that she needed to play. All the spotlights were on her now.

"You shouldn't..." Sophie murmured, but Stina ignored her.

Instead, she focused on Tam.

"What are you doing here?" he asked.

I can ask you the same thing.

"You have the blaze of your own hopes and dreams,

My passion to act, embers that burn so low."

She swung her axe with a surprising amount of grace, considering that she'd never used weapon like this before. Tam leaped back, for once, on the defensive. The stage lit up, all traces of the shadows that Tam had used as his surprise weapon gone.

Their weapons clashed, again and again.

"Yet in this fight, I refuse to concede,

For I have a promise to uphold!"

She poured more of her strength into her next swing, knocking him slightly off balance. It was all she needed to go in and cut off the aiguillette, his red jacket falling to the floor. She grabbed him by the arm and dipped him, a mirror to their dance practice class yesterday.

He looked shocked and annoyed, wrenching himself from her grip.

Stina twirled to the centre of the stage, looking right up at the alicorn as she slammed the axe on to the stage, the bit piercing the 'T' symbol on the ground.

"Position Zero!" she declared, "I am Stina Heks!"

By putting herself in position zero, she was casting herself as a prominent role—the lead role.

Giant red curtains closed, blocking the view of the audience's seats.

"Audition one! Over!" The alicorn announced. "Stina win! Stina actor! Stina compete revue!"

Stina looked down at Sophie who was hunched down on the ground, looking up at her with wide eyes.

"I saved you, Foster."

Sophie closed her eyes. "You shouldn't have come here."

"Why not? I just saved your *ss, didn't I?"

"I would've won. You shouldn't have come here."

Stina huffed, putting a hand to her hip. "I see why Keefe calls you the Mysterious Miss F. You've got to tell me what's going on, because that alicorn—"

"Her name's Silveny."

"Silveny won't give too many answers, I think. Not in the way I want them at least."

Sophie kept quiet.

"Fine. Just... you don't have to bother going to the office, just sleep in my room."

Sophie's eyes widened. "But there's only two beds—"

"Sleep in mine," she blurted, "it's big enough for two."

"Are you sure?"

Today was a day that Stina kept saying things that would surely turn out bad for her, but she found that she didn't want to actually take back those words. She couldn't even make the excuse that they'd shared a bed when they were younger, because they hadn't.

"Do I make half-hearted promises, Foster?" she asked, then immediately winced and turned away, too afraid to look at her reaction. "Never mind."

She finally gathered the courage to look at Sophie again, only to see that she was gone. "Sophie?"

"Revues secret!" Silveny said. "Reveal secret punishment!"

"Punishment?"

Stina woke up in her bed.

☆ LEADERBOARD ☆

1. — Fitz Vacker

2. — Biana Vacker

3. — Keefe Sencen

4. — Tam Song

5. — Linh Song

6. — Marella Redek

7. — Dex Dizznee

8. — Sophie Foster

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9. (NEW) Stina Heks

☆ ☆

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Kotlc taglist: @keefeinnit @my-swan-song @impostertamsong @subrosasteath

Want to be added/removed from the kotlc taglist? Just let me know!

#stina heks #sophie foster #hekster #kam #marelliana #tam song #kotlc #keeper of the lost cities #kotlc fanfiction #ravi writes a thing #won't you shine with me (oh distant star of mine)

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renee-writer · 2 years ago

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Gold Dust Woman Chapter 7

AO3

Before the band went to their first location in Glasgow, Claire stops in to see John. He stands and greets her. “Claire, I hear the new album is doing well. Congratulations!”

She smiles at him and takes a seat. “Thank you. That is what I wanted to talk with you about. Mary Hawkins, the drummer and I, will be the only ladies on the road. I would feel better if you were out manager. I would also like trackers on her and It’s phone. I don’t trust anyone so you will be my only power of attorney. I want to be sure Mrs. Fitz is seen to. With the band, I just need a small allowance.”

“I would be honored to be your manager and can do all from here. If you are worried about being in the road, I have some friends in security.”

“Thank you. I don’t think I will need it here but, yeah in the States I would love to have someone watching my back.”

John looks down as she stands up and walks around his small office. Gay or no, she has a nice butt and he can’t help looking. “I will call my friend. He is really good and will set up security and a call system that will track you and let us know if we need to come looking for you. Usually it is if you don’t call back in a day.”

“Sounds good.” They do all the paperwork and she thanks him again. She then heads to check on Mrs. Fitz. She is having mobility issues and she just really misses her. John, meanwhile, calls his mate.

“Lord Grey, you know I can’t track your lovers to make sure they aren’t cheating on you.” A deep Scottish voice full of humor greets him.

“No Laird Fraser, it is for a client of mine,” John is also tickled, “She is the lead signer in a band named Golddust. She has been a client of mine for a long time and is getting ready for their first major tour from the UK to across the pond to the States. Something or someone is bothering her.” He explains to Jamie what she wants done.

The levity leaves his voice when he answers back “I have some things I can do. How many women in the group and where are they now?”

“Just Claire Beauchamp and Mary Hawkins, the drummer. They are in Oxford now.” He frowns as he thinks, “I think the threat is here, in Oxford. They will be in the New Theatre for the next few nights.”

“Very good. I have Willie in Oxford. We will place tracers on their phones and on them somehow. Why do you think the problem is in Oxford?”

“Just a feeling. She come to Oxford to see her uncle’s old home, where she grew up until she was seven. She hired me afterwards.”

Jamie is nodding. He trusts John’s instincts. “We will start protection today.” He rings off and rings Willie, explaining the new job. He then rings his computer guy, Gordon, to start the traces.

As the band sets up at the New Theatre, Willie enters as their new security. He goes into the dressing room and finds their phones. The trace is started. Then he places trackers in their shoes.

Out in the audience, Frank watches the band. She told him no. He doesn’t accept that. Plans are being made. He will do whatever he has to. He has done it before and will do it again.

#my writing #outlander fanfic #ladymeraud and i's latest #gold dust woman #chapter 7 #jamie and claire #cannon divergence #outlander fandom #modern au

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berrynarrybanana · 4 years ago

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Me and You Together

A/N: Hello! I would like to say first of all that ^ is not my gif. I had it saved on my computer from somewhere and it just felt perfect for this. I do love my little sweet pea and frat boy Harry, but I also feel like I’ve done them dirty in this fic. I wanted to add more angst, but we all know I’m shit at that kind of stuff bc I’m soft at heart. Anywho, I really hope that you enjoy this and I just want to thank the lovely @stellarboystyles for putting together this little fic challenge. Congrats on 3 years babe! I hope that you like this story and that I have done this celebratory moment justice!

Word Count: 11.9 k

Warnings: Alcohol, smut, pining, Louis being a dickhead, a mean roommate

Trope: Best Friends to Lovers with Frat Boy Harry

Prompt: “Just sit on my fingers. Yeah, just like that.” (this is all the way at the end tbh, just a heads up lol)

P.s I know nothing about frat’s honestly and I just tried to avoid that the best that I could but fratboy!h lives in my mind rent free and I wanted to write it so....yeah.

September

Piper’s POV

I rolled my head back on my neck, looking up at the ceiling as my roommate sighed.

“Has anyone told you that you’re a selfish bitch?” Carli asked, her perfectly manicured nail resting on the cheap, wooden door of our dorm room. “I’m trying to unwind and relax after an extremely hard week and you’re ruining it for me.”

“I live here too!” I felt my brows pull together in frustration as I adjusted my bag on my sore shoulders, shifting from foot to foot. “The least you can let me do is come in and change before you start fucking.”

“You’re killing my mood!” She groaned, holding her hand out. “Give me your fucking bag and tell me what you need.”

“Carli-”

“Tell me what you need or I’m shutting this door in your face, I swear to god.” She snapped, her brows arching up as she wiggled her fingers at me. “You have five seconds.”

“Fine!” I said, shrugging my bag off my tired shoulders. “I need my purse, a black t-shirt, and a jacket.”

“Great.”

She slammed the door in my face, flicking the lock as I brushed my hands over my face angrily.

College was not supposed to be like this.

The next four years of my life were meant to be spent making new friends and partaking in fun activities on campus. So far, the only person I knew was Carli and she most definitely hated my guts with a burning passion. I wasn’t sure why she hated me so much when I mainly kept to myself, hunched over my desk with headphones on for most of the night when I studied. I hardly ever talked to Carli besides the odd argument about my typing being too loud and my presence being too...obvious. I hated every second of college so far and this wasn’t helping me at all.

I was moments away from having a breakdown, the build up creeping up my throat as I stood there in the hall, waiting for Carli as everyone else stared at my back. I tried not to let their prying eyes bother me, but I could feel the hairs standing up on the back of my neck as I crossed my arms over my chest. I tried to distract my mind, thinking about where I was going to go while Carli got her rocks off in our shared room. Maybe the library? Maybe a cafe?

Just as I started listing off cafes in my head, the door opened just a crack.

“Here’s your stuff, don’t come home before midnight.” She stuck a hand out, her voice muffled by the door. I rolled my eyes, grabbing my things from her hands. “Bye, Pippi!”

“It’s Piper, you unbearable asshole.” I sighed, holding my stuff close to my chest as frustrated tears started to accumulate behind my eyes. “I hope you don’t have an orgasm.”

I turned on my heels, ready to storm towards the communal bathroom so I could change and collect myself before leaving. I only made it halfway down the hall when I heard someone shouting behind me. I wasn’t sure they were actually calling out for me until I felt a hand on my shoulder. I stopped in my tracks, sniffling as I reached up to wipe at my cheeks.

“Piper, hold on.” The girl who was calling my name stepped in front of me, letting out a shuddery breath. She only had eyeshadow on one of her perfectly shaped eyes and a makeup brush in her hand as she stopped. “I just wanted to say that I am so sorry your roommate just did that to you. You can use my room to change if you’d like? I know the communal bathroom doesn’t always offer the most privacy and my roommate is never home. I’ll stand outside and everything!”

“You don’t have to do that.” I sniffled before offering her a forced smile. I wasn’t in the mood to deal with teasing right now. “But thank you.”

“I insist.” Her brown eyes looked softer as she spoke, her hand falling to her side. “My name is Eleanor. I think we have Modern English together.”

“Piper.” I said. “Are you sure you’re okay with that?”

“Yeah.” She nodded. “I don’t mind it at all, babes.”

Eleanor left me in her room to get dressed, politely standing outside as I collected myself.

I took a few deep breaths, trying to compose myself as I stripped out of the blouse I had been wearing all day. I pulled my black t-shirt on, huffing when I realized that this wasn’t the one I actually needed. This one was meant for darker jeans and a pair of heeled boots. This top was meant for parties and bars, not a cafe. The criss crossed pattern was far too fancy for a late night cup of coffee and a lonely piece of cheesecake.

When I opened the door, my old shirt bundled up in my hand, I smiled at Eleanor.

She looked over my outfit, her eyes growing wide.

“You look great!” She said. “Do you have plans tonight?”

“I was just gonna go to Fitz and Co for coffee and dessert.” I gave her a nervous chuckle, clutching my old shirt in my hands. “Probably going to wander around campus after to kill time.”

“Don’t take offense,” She gave me a sweet smile, her accent growing thicker with each word she spoke. I hadn’t noticed it all that much before when my emotions were on overdrive and my mind was swirling with anger. “But that sounds absolutely dreadful and you deserve to have a little bit of fun. It’s Friday night for fuck’s sake and we’re in Uni!”

“I don’t really know anyone on campus.” I shrugged. “I’ve not made a ton of friends yet, you know?”

“I do, actually.” She nodded. “If I had to say, you’re the first person I’ve tried to make conversation with since I’ve been here. I’m going to a party tonight because my boyfriend’s frat is hosting it, and he’ll just text me all night if I don’t go.”

“That sounds like fun.” I said. “Thank you for helping me out and offering me your room. I really hope you have fun tonight."

“Why don’t you come with me?” She asked. “I know frat parties sound horrible after all the stuff you see in films, and a lot of them are pretty shit, but I would love to have a drinking buddy.”

“I don’t want to impose.” I said. “I’m sure you want to spend time with your boyfriend.”

“Nonsense, he sees me everyday.” She shook her head. “I would love to have someone to chat with that isn’t one of his football friends from back home.”

“Um, okay.’” I shrugged. “I guess that’s not too horrible and I kind of owe you one.”

“You won’t regret it.”

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“So the house shouldn’t be too crowded.” Eleanor pulled her flannel tighter around her body, hunching over as the wind whipped around us. “A few of the guys are still out getting alcohol and people aren’t supposed to start showing up for another hour at least.”

“That’s good.” I nodded. “So why did you decide to come to school here?”

“Louis.” She said. “I couldn’t stomach the idea of being away from Lou and there are so many opportunities in America for both of us. He’s here on a footie scholarship and I’m here on a performing arts scholarship.”

“That’s really cool!” I exclaimed, my eyebrows raising up. “I didn’t peg you for a theatre nerd.”

“Just a tiny one.” She chuckled. “I’m more into the costumes than anything. Fashion has always owned my heart and my Mum took me to so many musicals as a girl. I figured I would combine my love for both and make it my career.”

“I admire that.” I said softly, glancing down at the sidewalk as we turned a corner. “So how long have you and Louis been together?”

“Four years.” She smiled. “We met on a holiday to London one summer and we’ve never let go of each other. Last year we went to the same University for our first year before deciding to come abroad and it was….magical.”

“He sounds lovely.” I said. “He makes you happy?”

“He does.” She nodded, her lips pursing slightly as she tried to hide her smile. “He’s a proper gentleman, even when he’s being a bit too laddie.”

“I don’t even know what that means.” I chuckled and Eleanor joined in. “What is a laddie? Is that like Lassie, the dog?”

“Not like that dog.” She scrunched up her nose. “I think you call them ‘Bro’s’ over here.”

“Ah, I do understand then.”

Eleanor and I continued chatting as we walked down Frat Row.

The houses were large, but they looked a little plain and rundown. I imagine having a group of rowdy, drunk boys living in a house without supervision didn’t do well for wear and tear on a house. Eleanor told me that the last house on frat row in the cul-de-sac belonged to pretty much the entire footy team with a few odd guys sprinkled in.

When we arrived, my jaw nearly dropped to the ground.

I was living in a tiny dorm room and these men were living like kings and a gigantic and modern house that looked brand new. Eleanor laughed as I took in the dark, blue-grey exterior. The shutters and the porch were both painted a dark, charcoal grey. We walked up the stairs and I continued to look around like a kid lost in a candy store.

Maybe joining a sorority wasn’t a bad move?

“So, that is the living room and just down that first hall is the bathroom. I recommend going upstairs to Louis’ room if you want to use a clean and unoccupied bathroom.” She chuckled. “I’ll show you around upstairs later if you’d like.”

“This is the cleanest Frat house I’ve ever seen in my life.” I said slowly, looking around. “How is it so pristine?”

“A few of the guys are really obsessed with cleanliness and organization.” She chuckled. “Also I spend a lot of time over here, so I do what I can.”

“I would spend all of my time here, too.” I said. “Why are you even in a dorm if you could be here?”

“Rules.” She rolled her eyes. “Technically women aren’t allowed to be housed in a frat, which blows, but I understand it.”

“Well, I’ll pretend to be you and stay in your dorm if you want to fly under the radar and move here.” I teased, patting her shoulder. “It’s a win win for both of us.”

“I might take you up on that.” She giggled, guiding me through an open archway. “This here is the kitchen-”

“Ellie, s’that you!”

Eleanor flinched at the booming voice from upstairs, her eyes casting up to the ceiling as she grumbled.

“Bloody hell, these men,” She shot me a sympathetic look and I tried my best not to laugh softly at her annoyance. “Yes, Niall?”

“I need help.” This accent was slightly different than Eleanor’s and it almost reminded me of the guy on the lucky charms commercial. “I don’t know what trousers to wear, should I do these dark jeans or these plaid one’s.”

The voice was closer and closer with each word and suddenly, a half naked man appeared in the doorway, holding two pairs of pants as he looked down at them. He was wearing white boxer briefs and white socks, the rest of his pale and freckled skin on display. I had to admit that he was extremely attractive, chestnut colored hair on top of his head and a soft stomach rounded out with a matching chestnut happy trail dusting under his belly button.

“Oh, hello.” He looked up, smiling at me with piercing blue eyes and extremely handsome features. I tried not to blush, my eyes glued to his. “Which one’s do ya think I should wear, love? Good to have an outsider’s perspective sometimes.”

The sound of a door shutting behind us caused my head to snap around.

This was more of a man standing at the opposite end of the kitchen, his chocolate colored curls framing his face and resting on his broad shoulders as he looked up at me. His face was perfect, adonis like features catching my attention and his bright green eyes causing my breath to catch in my throat. He offered me a small smile, his features soft as he cleared his throat.

“Hello.” He said softly to me before his eyes darted up, looking behind me. “For fuck’s sake, Niall. Why are you nearly naked!”

“I needed help!” I turned my head back towards Niall as his brows pulled together, his lips turning to a scowl. “I can’t decide what trousers to wear and Liam is no help!”

“We have a guest.” The green eyed god spoke from behind me, but I didn’t dare turn my head. I was afraid that if I did, I would be stuck staring at him for the rest of the night. “Don’t be rude.”

I glanced over at Eleanor who lifted her hand to pinch the bridge of her nose.

I tried, again, not to laugh at her misery.

“I swear to god, Niall,” She sighed heavily. “The least you could do is introduce yourself to the poor girl before you flash her.”

“M’Niall,” He rolled his eyes, looking over at me. “What’s your name, love?”

Harry’s POV

“My name is Piper.”

I stared at the back of her head, trying my best not to think about running my fingers through her soft curls that nearly matched the shade of my own. I inhaled sharply as I pressed my fingertips into the marble countertop below me. I had seen this girl, Piper, around campus before. I saw her flitting from building to building with her head tilted down and her headphones tucked in her cute little ears. I had a huge crush on this girl and now she was standing in my kitchen with my half-naked roommate and my best friend’s girl.

This wasn’t a good thing at all.

“S’nice to meet you, Piper.” Niall winked at her and I rolled my eyes, shooting him a glare over the girls head.

His brows furrowed and I gave him a pointed look before mouthing, ‘That’s the girl’.

Niall’s brows lifted up and he shot me a cheeky grin.

He was the only one I confided in about my girl troubles.

He knew all about the mystery girl that I passed by every day on my way to physics class and he had suggested to me several times that bumping into her was the best way to catch her attention. I declined, rolling my eyes at his childish suggestion. I had to admit though, if she had been in my class, I would have tossed paper at the back of her head to get her attention.

It was a trick that never failed.

“Well, I’m gonna go get dressed then.” He cleared his throat, glancing over at Eleanor. “Lou is stuck on the phone with his Mum, babe. I think he might need some rescuing if he’s going to join the party at all tonight.”

“Oh,” Eleanor stood straighter, glancing over at Piper. “I don’t want to leave Piper-”

“I can stay with her.” I cleared my throat, reaching up to fiddle with my hair as both girls turned to look at me. “I’ve finished my part of party prep, so I don’t mind.”

“Harry, I don’t know.” Eleanor said. “I’m already afraid Niall’s neon white body is going to scare her off. I don’t need you turning on your Cheshire Charm.”

“Oi, I resent that.” I narrowed my eyes at her playfully, trying to fight off my smile as she chuckled. “I won’t be turning on any charm tonight, love. I’ve got a big match to play tomorrow, remember? Gotta save my strength and energy if I wanna do well.”

“Alright, fine.” Eleanor sighed, turning back to Piper. “Are you okay if I disappear for a few minutes? I promise I’ll be right back.”

“It’s fine.” Piper smiled at Eleanor, gently nodding her head. “Please, go ahead. I don’t mind waiting down here.”

“You’re sure?” Eleanor asked, her face laced with concern.

“Positive.” Piper glanced over at me. “I think I’m in good hands with ol’ Cheshire Charm back there.”

My smile was so wide that it hurt my cheeks.

She was funny and gorgeous.

Eleanor glanced between the two of us before saying a quick ‘be right back’.

“It’s nice to meet you.” Piper turned around, her hands pressing against the countertop as Niall wiggled his brows behind us. He disappeared behind Eleanor moments later, leaving Piper and I alone in the kitchen. “Would you like a Whiteclaw?”

“Oh, sure.” She nodded, her eyes dropping down to her hands. “I would love one.”

“You seem a bit nervous.” I said, walking towards the fridge. “Do you have a flavor preference?”

“No.” She said softly. “And yeah, I guess I am a bit nervous. I’ve had a pretty tough day and I wasn’t exactly prepared to come to a frat party.”

“Why are you here then?” I asked, my eyes scanning the shelves until I landed on the one filled with canned drinks. I reached for two lime flavored cocktails, pulling them out before I shut the door with my hip. “If you don’t mind me asking, that is.”

“Um, Eleanor extended the invitation and I kind of owed her one.” Piper smiled, taking the drink with a soft ‘thank you’. “My roommate is a bit of a dickhead and she kicked me out so she could get laid. Eleanor saw me in the hallway on the verge of a mental breakdown and we just...hit it off, I guess.”

“Sorry your roommate was a dickhead.” I smiled, letting my eyes roam over the soft features of her face. “I’m glad you and El hit it off though. It’s nice to have a new face around here.”

I let my eyes trail over the features of her face now that she was up close and personal.

Her eyes were hazel, a soft golden hue to her irises. Her brows were thick and wild, but perfectly shaped. There were soft freckles peeking out from under her foundation and her cheeks were a soft shade of red. Her nose was soft and rounded at the end and I couldn’t help but think of hovering over her, brushing my own nose against hers as I thrust into her.

I hated being a man sometimes.

She was a beautiful girl and even in my head she deserved better than to be thought of that way. She was more than just a sexual object and she didn’t need some creepy frat guy thinking dirty thoughts about her only moments after meeting her. I cleared my throat, reaching for my drink. I took a long sip as she raised her brows, offering me a sly smirk as she sipped at her own drink.

“Eleanor is a really sweet girl.” I rested my can on the marble countertop. “She’s been having trouble making friends over here, so it’s nice that she’s found someone to hang out with besides us.”

“I really like her.” Piper said softly. “I’ve been having trouble making friends, too. I’m not really the best at putting myself out there, you know?”

“I think you’re doing just fine.” I flashed her a reassuring smile, noticing how her cheeks turned a shade darker. “I don’t think I’ve fully introduced myself, love. I’m Harry.”

“I’m Piper.” She held her hand out and I took it, giving it a soft shake. “It’s nice to meet you, Harry.”

Her skin was so bloody soft, her hands a little cold and damp from the can she was holding.

“You too.” I said. “If you need anything tonight, please don’t hesitate to find me. I know how overwhelming these parties can be and I’ll be happy to keep you company or walk you out for some fresh air if you need it.”

“Thank you.” She said softly. “The same goes for you. If you need any company tonight, I’m your girl.”

Just like that, my mind was back in the gutter.

All I could hear in my head was the echoes of her sweet moans, her voice chanting over and over again ‘M’your girl, Harry. Yours’. I cleared my throat, giving her a tight smile as I tried to avoid thinking about her tucked in my sheets, writhing and gasping as I licked into her.

I was so totally fucked.

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“Piper, babe,” I laughed, holding her hips tightly as she swayed. “I think we should sit you down for a minute, yeah?”

“If I sit, I’ll sleep.” She whined, looking up at me with her sweet puppy dog eyes. “Where did Eleanor go?”

“Eleanor is going upstairs with Louis.” I said softly, digging my fingers into the fleshy skin above the waistband of her jeans. “Do you want me to take you home?”

She pursed her lips, shaking her head as she pressed her hands into my shoulders.

I knew exactly how we’d gotten here.

The party was still going strong around us, people dancing and shouting as Piper swayed in front of me. I wanted so badly to brush her hair from her face and stroke the soft skin of her cheek, but I would never do something like that when she was this off her face. Holding onto her hips was already too intimate for my liking, but I was afraid she would topple over without some form of support. She swayed forward, her eyes face pinching up ever so slightly before she pressed one hand to her forehead. I frowned, pulling her closer as a group of guys rushed by.

If Niall hadn’t suggested we play four drinking games in a row, Piper and Eleanor might not have been off their faces within the first two hours of the party. I had to admit that I didn’t exactly mind taking care of Piper. She was a funny drunk, silly puns and snide comments slipping from her lips carelessly as she leaned against me. It was when her eyes started to drift shut and her body started to sway, that I started to worry about her. I pulled her into the kitchen alongside a giggly Eleanor, handing them both bottles of water while I quickly cooked up some pizza rolls that Niall had hidden in the freezer. Both girls ate between loud laughs, knocking into each other as I watched them with a small smile on my face.

Seeing Eleanor happy made me happy, but seeing her happy with the girl of my dreams made me feel like I was on cloud nine.

“Mate,” Louis’ hand clapped down on my shoulder and I turned my head as Piper’s body fell into mine. “I can take her off your hands. El told me they live in the same halls-”

“She can barely stand on her own, Lou.” I shook my head, glancing down as she rested her head on my shoulder. “Gonna go put her to bed in my room. I’ll sleep on the couch after everyone is gone.”

“Lock the door if you leave her up there.” Louis said. “I’m going back up to El in a minute, but I figured I should get some painkillers and water for the morning.”

“Bring some up for Piper?” I asked him. “I probably won’t leave her alone in there, knowing all of these jackasses are around.”

“Tell me about it.” Louis snorted out a laugh, shaking his head. “I’ll be up in five.”

I nodded, watching him disappear through the crowd of people in our living room.

“Hey, love,” I said softly. “Gonna take you upstairs and tuck you in, okay?”

“Kay.” She mumbled, turning her head until her nose brushed against the column of my neck.

I made a mental note to have a talk with her tomorrow about going places with strangers when she was drunk. I knew that I meant no harm, but we were still getting to know each other. It set off a level of worry that I only ever felt when it came to my Mum or Sister. It was almost a primal need to protect, my arms winding tightly around her as I guided her to the stairs.

It was no easy feat to get her up the staircase, but when we finally made it to my room, she snapped into a more alert mode. She looked up, her tired eyes growing as wide as they could before she brushed some of her hair out of her face. She looked up at me, her eyes searching my face as I pressed my hand lightly to her lower back.

“Thank you for taking care of me, Harry.” She said softly. “I’m really sorry I’m ruining your fun.”

“Nonsense, love.” I shook my head. “S’just another party, there will be plenty more.”

“Still.” She mumbled. “I don’t want to take your bed. Sleeping on the couch is bad for your back and I overheard that you have a match tomorrow.”

“S’alright.” I said. “I’ve slept on a floor before a match and still kicked ass, Piper. I don’t mind giving my bed up for a good cause.”

She let out an aggravated sigh, rolling her eyes at me.

I tried not to smile as she grumbled under her breath, reaching for the doorknob to my bedroom door. I followed in behind her, flicking the light switch on before I shut the door behind me. Piper staggered a little and I hovered, my hands waiting to catch her should she fall. Instead, she stumbled over to my bed on bambi like legs, collapsing on the foot with a soft groan.

“You need some help?” I asked her as she lifted her leg, struggling with her shoe. She merely waved her hand at me, shaking her head. “You want something comfy to change into? I’ve got sweats, shorts-”

“Sweats sound lovely.” She mumbled, a soft ‘aha’ falling from her lips as she finally tugged the shoelace of her boot out of a knot. “You’re a true gentleman, has anyone ever told you that?”

“My Mum.” I chuckled, walking over to my dresser in search of comfy clothes.

“S’good,” Piper sighed out as her boot hit the floor. “Hard to find a proper gentleman these days, Harry. I think Jude Law was the last of them.”

“I won’t argue with you there.” I shook my head, trying to contain my laughter as I sifted through my sweatpants. I settled on my favorite pair, the light grey fabric soft and worn. “Do you want a t-shirt to sleep in or a long sleeve shirt?”

“Um, t-shirt.” She mumbled. “Your room is lovely. Did you do all of the decorating yourself?”

“I did, yeah.” I nodded. “Brought a few key things from home, but I spent most of my money in Target when I got here.”

“Amen to that.” She hiccuped softly. “I like your record player. I’ve always wanted one of those.”

“One day you’ll have to come up and listen to some records with me.” I glanced at her over my shoulder, noting how the corners of her lips ticked up into a girlish grin. “What kind of music do you like?”

“All of it.” She said simply, her voice trailing off. “I’ve always been a fan of classical music for studying. My mom calls me a psychopath.”

“They are known for indulging in the genre.” I snorted, pulling out a white t-shirt before I turned around. “I think that’s lovely, though. I’ve heard some good stuff from Bach in my music theory class and I have to say, it makes for good studying music.”

“That’s what I’m saying.” She said. “I love me some cello, mate.”

“Look at that.” I hummed out, holding the clothes out to her. “Got you talking like a proper brit now, don’t we. Didn’t even know what footy was at the start of the night.”

“Piss off.” She grumbled, trying to hide her amusement as she mocked my accent.

“I’m gonna run to Louis' room while you get dressed, okay?” I said. “Gonna steal you some makeup wipes from El’s overnight bag so we can take your makeup off. I want you to lock the door and don’t open it for anyone besides me. I don’t care if it’s Niall or god himself, alright?”

“Alright.” She whispered softly. “You’re really fucking nice, Harry.”

I tried to resist the urge to brush my knuckles over the soft skin of her cheek, but I couldn’t.

I inhaled sharply as she closed her eyes, leaning into my touch with a soft hum.

“I’ll be right back.” I said softly. “Lock the door.”

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Piper’s POV

Falling in love with Harry took me all of five minutes.

I decided that it was physically impossible not to love someone so perfect. He was a real gentleman, keeping his hands in respectful spots even when I was falling all over him, drunk off my ass. I felt a little guilty about being so touchy-feely with someone I hardly knew, but I was comfortable around him from the start. He stood by my side for most of the night, talking with Eleanor and I as we tossed shots back like water.

I stood up from the foot of his bed, fiddling with the button on my pants. My vision was most definitely blurry and my fingers were shaking as I swayed on my feet, but I managed to pull the button from the loop before I shoved my pants down my legs. It took a bit of wiggling to get my ass settled into Harry’s sweats, an article of clothing clearly meant for a man with no….assets.

With a soft hiccup, I worked on my shirt, tossing it to the ground before I reached behind me to take off my bra. My drunk brain didn’t care about etiquette or embarrassment anymore. That all flew out the window with my third shot of tequila that Niall handed over. When I settled the fabric of Harry’s shirt over my tired limbs, I heard a soft knock at the door.

I stumbled over, pressing my ear against the wood to hear who was there. I was plastered, yeah, but I remembered Harry’s speech about not opening the door for anyone.

“Who is it?” I called out, my voice breaking just a little.

“S’me.” I heard Harry’s gruff voice. “S’Harry.”

I flicked the lock on the door, opening it up with a soft smile.

Harry held up some makeup wipes and a bottle of water, flashing me a cheesy grin. I laughed, shutting the door and flicking the lock behind him again as he walked into his room. When I turned around, my arms crossed over my chest, he was looking at my body with soft eyes.

“Everything feel comfy enough to sleep in?” He asked.

“Yeah, thanks.” I nodded.

“Alright.” He nodded, looking up at me with glassy jade eyes. “Let’s get you tucked in, shall we?”

I smiled, walking over to his bed.

I picked the side farthest from the door and closest to the window.

Harry pulled back the covers, waiting for me to climb in before he rested them over my legs. He set the bottle of water on the bedside table, two painkillers falling to the wood next to the plastic bottle. He sat down next to my legs, ripping into the makeup wipes with ease. I watched him pluck a sheet out before closing the pack back up, tossing it to the nightstand with the other items. I rolled my lips in as he turned towards me, holding the cloth out.

“Do you want me to do it?” He asked. “Just so you know it’s all gone?”

“Yes, please.” I nodded.

I could take my makeup off in my sleep.

I’d done it before, actually.

But there was something about being doted on by Harry that I wasn’t ready to give up just yet.

I preened as he wiped the cloth over my skin with gentle strokes, swiping away concealer and highlighter with ease. I let my eyes slip shut when he asked, his index finger gently brushing at the small bit of liquid liner and shimmery shadow on my lids. When it got to my lips, he did a few quick dabs before his touch was gone from my face all together.

“All clean.” He smiled, tossing the wipe towards the bin in the corner of the room. “Alright, I’m going to tuck you in and turn on a movie. I’ll just be on the floor next to you if you need anything at all. Bathroom is through that door right there.”

“Don’t sleep on the floor.” I rolled my eyes. “I’m okay with sharing a bed with you, Harry. Friends do that all the time, don’t they?”

“But you’re drunk.” He said softly. “And I don’t want you to feel pressured or uncomfortable-”

“I don’t.” I said. “From the moment we met, you’ve made me feel very welcomed and comfortable. I promise that I don’t feel unsafe or pressured in any way, Harry. If you feel more comfortable sleeping on the floor, then I understand, but I’m okay with you sleeping next to me.”

Harry reached up to rustle his long strands of hair, his curls flopping about as he looked at me with a curious gaze. He inhaled sharply, nibbling on his lower lip as I stared back at him with raised brows and an amused grin.

“I’ll put a pillow wall between us and everything.” I said. “If it makes you feel comfortable.”

“I just don’t want you to wake up in the morning and freak out.” He said softly. “You’ve had a lot to drink and if you don’t remember any of this tomorrow, it might be a little scary to wake up with a strange man in your bed.”

“Well, it’s your bed.” I said softly. “And I’ve been worse off than this and still remembered what happened the night before, Harry. I come from a very small town where drinking is considered a sport. This is a regular Tuesday for me.”

“Alright.” He whispered through a breathy laugh. “But if you change your mind at any point through the night, feel free to kick me out of bed.”

“I won’t.” I rolled my eyes. “Get ready for bed, yeah? You’ve got a big day tomorrow and I can’t have you losing a match because of me. People will think I’m bad luck.”

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Harry’s POV

When I woke up in the middle of the night, our pillow wall was gone.

Piper’s cheek was pressed into her pillow, soft puffs of air escaping her parted lips as she tightened her grip on my shirt. Her hand was resting on my tummy and her foot was hooked over my calf muscle, but she remained on her side of the bed. I lay there for a minute, watching her peaceful face as she slept. I tried to commit her features to memory, my heart squeezing in my chest as she shuffled around a bit. I rested my hand over hers, softly brushing my fingers over her knuckles as her body moved just a little closer to mine.

The dry feeling in my mouth pulled me from my peaceful moment, urging me to go downstairs for my own bottle of water. It was silent in the house, no more music pumping through the speakers downstairs, and I felt safe enough to leave Piper on her own in my room without the doors locked. I would only be gone for a few minutes at the most, running down for water before I ran back up to curl back up next to the sleeping girl in my bed.

When I made it downstairs, Louis was already in the kitchen.

“Hey,” I grumbled, walking over to the fridge. “What are you doing up?”

“Same as you.” He said. “Thirsty.”

“Hmm.” I nodded. “Eleanor still knocked out cold?”

“Yeah.” He chuckled. “Love that girl to death, but she snores like a bloody chainsaw.”

“That she does.” I laughed, pulling a water bottle out. “I’m glad she’s got Piper as a friend. It was nice to see her unwind tonight.”

“It was.” Louis nodded, pressing his hip into the countertop. “Piper likes you.”

I nearly choked on my water as Louis looked up at me.

“What?” I asked. “How on earth-”

“It’s obvious, mate.” Louis rolled his eyes, an amused grin on his lips. “She’s got a bit of a crush on you, but what girl doesn’t?”

“Lou-” I said slowly, my eyes narrowing. “Why do I feel like you’re about to give me a speech.”

“It would break my heart if Eleanor lost her as a friend, Harry.” Louis said softly. “She doesn’t have anyone over here and I at least have you and Niall, you know? If she lost Piper because you two decided to fool around and things ended badly-”

“That’s not what this is.” I said quickly. “And I don’t appreciate what you’re trying to say, either. I would never hurt Piper, or anyone, on purpose. She’s a very sweet girl and it just so happens that I’ve liked her for a while.”

“You know each other, then?” Louis brows arched up and I sighed. “Wasn’t aware.”

“We don’t know each other, but I’ve seen her around campus.” I mumbled. “Always had my eyes on her, Lou. She’s fucking gorgeous.”

“Harry,” Louis said softly. “I’m asking you as a friend, please don’t get involved.”

“That’s a shitty thing to ask.” My voice was hoarse. “It’s late and we’re both still pissed. I’m going to bed.”

“Just think about it.” He said, knocking his knuckles against the countertop.

Lucky for Louis, it was all I could think about for the rest of the night.

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Piper’s POV

When I woke up the next morning, I could feel Harry’s heartbeat against my cheek.

The annoying beeping of his alarm had me groaning and turning my face into his chest. I heard him mutter a soft series of ‘sorry’s’ before it turned off. Harry’s arm draped over my back, holding me against his chest as I closed my eyes again. I let out a soft hum as he brushed his fingers up and down my back, his chest rising and falling slowly under my head.

“I see that we’ve lost the pillow wall.” Harry’s voice was deep and raspy, causing a shiver to run up my spine.

“Sorry.” I whispered, lifting my head up as I pressed my palm to his chest. “I guess I tossed it aside in the middle of the night.”

“You did.” He chuckled softly. “You pushed it down with your feet and then you pulled it out and chucked it because you were trying to get comfortable.”

“You watched me?” I asked, blinking a few times to try and focus my vision as I rested my chin on the back of my hand.

“I felt you flopping around like a fish out of water and I had to check on you.” He said slowly, his own eyes still shut. “I fell back asleep and when I woke up for a wee you were snuggled so tightly against me that I could barely pry you off.”

“I didn’t know that I was a cuddler.” I mumbled softly. “I’ve never really slept in a bed with anyone else before.”

“Well, you can tick that box off of your bucket list.” He smiled, his fingers still brushing over my back as I looked down at him. “You staring at me?”

“A little.” I confessed, a small smile creeping up on my lips. “Think you’re pretty.”

“Love,” He let out a breathy chuckle. “Easy.”

“What?” I asked, dropping my head back to his chest. “Why can’t I say you're pretty? We spent the night together, I’m allowed to compliment you a little.”

“Do you think it’s a good idea to flirt with me?” He cleared his throat, shifting around under me. I groaned, falling back to the pillow next to him. “Do friends flirt?”

Friends.

I should have known better.

There was no way on earth someone like Harry would want to be with someone like me.

“Friends can call each other pretty.” I said dejectedly, turning on my side. “And friends can cuddle, too.”

“Well, if it makes you feel better, you’re an amazing cuddler.” He said softly, pressing his palm to my bicep as he leaned over to kiss my temple. “You’re welcome to sleep more if you’d like, but I would love to take you out to breakfast.”

“Breakfast?” I turned my head, looking at him with furrowed brows. “I thought you had a match this morning?”

“I’ve got a few hours.” He rested his body next to mine, his head falling on the pillow next to mine lazily. “Eleanor will be at the match.”

“I know.” I whispered.

“You should sit with her.” Harry smiled. “I would like that.”

“Okay.” I said softly as he snaked his arm underneath my own, curling it around my middle. I tried to fight off a smile. “Thought we were getting up?”

“Few more minutes.” He mumbled. “You smell nice. S’that your perfume or your shampoo?”

“Probably both.” I smiled, resting my palm over his forearm. “Both sweet pea scented.”

“Piper.” He mused. “Sweet pea.”

“What are you mumbling about?” I asked, trying to contain my giggles at his sleepy rambling.

“Gonna call you sweet pea.” He mumbled. “Because your name starts with a P and you’re so sweet.”

Fuck being friends.

I liked this boy.

And no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t ignore the fluttering feeling in my stomach.

I was truly fucked.

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December

Piper’s POV

There were only a few seconds left in the match and our boys were killing it.

Eleanor gripped my hand tighter as Louis shouted to Niall across the field. Seconds later, he was kicking the ball with the side of his foot. Harry was much closer to the goal, ready to land the winning kick into the goal. I looked at him, his chest heaving and his hairline coated in a thin sheen of sweat. His face was intense and it made my thighs clench ever so slightly to see him so serious. He was always so attractive in the middle of a game, his brows pulled together and his lips pinched tightly together. I loved watching him pull his hair up before a game, twisting the long strands around before he tossed it up in a bun on top of his head.

“He’s got this.” I said. “Come on, Lou!”

“He’s gonna pass to Harry.” She shook her head. “He has to, babe. He’ll miss from back there.”

“They have five fucking seconds.” We always got a bit snippy during games, but never at each other. “It better be a flawless fucking pass.”

Louis passed the black and white checked ball to Harry with a swift kick and I held my breath, waiting to see what would happen. Harry pushed a guy on the opposing team gently with his shoulder, sliding low until his foot collided with the ball. Just as the last second ticked down, it collided with the net behind the goal and Harry collapsed on his back as players rushed around him.

Everyone cheered loudly, Eleanor jumping up with a loud cheer alongside the crowd. I could barely move, my heart thumping so loudly that it was all I could hear. I watched Harry’s back flat on the ground, my eyes watering as he continued to stay still. When I saw him sit up, shaking his head, I finally took a deep breath. Moments later, Louis and Niall were lifting him up on their shoulders.

“Thank, fuck.” I whispered, standing up next to Eleanor as I clapped.

Harry’s eyes flitted to the stands, landing on mine with a wide grin.

He was covered in mud and dirt, but he was fine.

Eleanor grabbed my hand, guiding me down towards the field.

She was quick to launch on Louis when her feet hit the grass and Niall was quick to run over and scoop me up. I patted him on the back, laughing as he shook me around in his arms.

“We won!” He cheered. “We bloody won!”

“I know!” I chuckled, brushing my hand over the back of his head. “I’m proud of you, Ni.”

He put me on my feet, pressing a kiss to my cheek before he turned around to Harry. He grabbed his best mate by the face, kissing his forehead before he ran off shouting something that was terribly hard to make out. I rolled my eyes, steadying myself on my feet. Harry walked over to me, holding his arms out with that same wide and cheeky grin on his lips.

“Come give your best mate a hug,” He said. “Gotta thank my good luck charm.”

“Harry, no.” I said, holding my hands up. “You’re covered in mud and grass and- Harry!”

I squealed, taking off on the grass as Harry chased me.

I dodged a few members of the opposing team, apologizing profusely.

It didn’t take very long for Harry to wrap his arms around me, pulling me against his chest.

“I deserve a bloody hug, sweet pea.” He squeezed me tight. “I won!”

“I know, but you’re gross.” I groaned, dropping my head back. “You get to shower before we go to lunch and I don’t.”

“You could always join.” He whispered, his lips brushing against the shell of my ear. “Know you’ve been dying to see me naked, haven’t ya pea?”

“I will elbow you.” I grumbled, spinning around in his arms. “Don’t be a prick.”

“Just like watching you blush, Piper.” He reached over, pinching my cheek softly. “Where are we going for lunch today?”

“Where do we always go for lunch?” I rolled my eyes. “Go on, get cleaned up so we can go.”

“Fine, fine.” He sighed. “I’ll see you in ten?”

“I’ll be here.”

I walked back over to Eleanor and Louis, my mind stuck on Harry’s cheeky comment.

I hated when he did stuff like that.

He was always toying with my emotions, pulling me to and fro like I didn’t have any feelings at all. He knew that I had a crush on him and he knew that it sucked for me to be so close, but I had the power to stop it at any time. The truth was that I couldn’t stomach the thought of being away from him like that. I wanted him in my life, no matter how I could have him. I walked towards Eleanor with a heavy sigh, crossing my arms over my chest as she kissed Louis deeply.

Being around a couple constantly was torture when you weren’t apart of one yourself. Especially when the person you wanted to be a couple with was always around anyways. When the pair were done kissing, Louis ran off towards the stadium to take a shower in the locker room. Eleanor smiled over at me and I gave her a blank stare, my lips turning down.

“What happened?” she asked softly.

“He’s done it again!” I tossed my hands up. “He was all ‘you should come shower with me, I know you want to see me naked’. Isn’t he the one who keeps insisting we should just be friends?”

“He’s an idiot.” She rolled her eyes. “I hate that he keeps doing this and I hate that you won’t let me talk to him about it.”

“I don’t want to come between you and an old friend, El.” I shook my head. “He’ll grow up eventually, I guess. If he doesn’t, I guess I’ll have to start moving on.”

“I think you two would be so perfect for each other, babe.” She sighed. “I don’t know what his deal is!”

“Has Louis said anything?” I ask softly. “I don’t want to pry but-”

“Not a word.” She said, her sympathetic grin causing my heart to sink. “He spends all of his time with you and we both know that he’s into you, but something is holding him back.”

“Yeah.” I grimaced. “I like him so much, El.”

“I know.” She frowned. “I wish I could smack some sense into that thick skull of his. I mean, men can be so daft and then they say we’re the complicated ones!”

“I know!” I exclaimed. “Anyways, you and Lou are still coming to lunch with us, right?”

“Yeah.” She nodded. “Louis is dying for a turkey apple sandwich.”

“That does sound good.” I hummed out. “I was thinking about soup, though, it’s freezing out here.”

“Oh, soup.” She groaned out. “That’s perfect,”

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Harry’s Pov

I wrapped my towel around my waist, letting out a heavy sigh as I turned the faucet off.

I hated what I was doing to Piper.

My sweet pea.

I couldn’t help but rile her up like that, watching her face flush red as I whispered in her ear.

Part of me was certain that I was riling her up so that she would make the first move. If that was the case, maybe Louis would realize that our feelings for each other were real.

“Mate,” Louis said. “What was that on the field?”

“What do you mean?” I asked, my brows furrowing as I walked up to my locker. “We won, Lou.”

“I meant when you were chasing Piper.” He said. “That was flirting, Harry.”

I snapped my mouth shut.

If he heard the things that passed between Piper and I when we were alone, he’d be livid.

It was borderline verbal sex with us sometimes, the tension so thick that it had her clamping her legs shut and me shifting in my seat.

“Was just teasing her, Lou.” I rolled my eyes. “You’re not getting onto Niall for picking her up and kissing her face.”

“Niall means no harm.”

“And neither do I.” I shot him a glare. “Mind your mouth.”

“Why her, Harry?” He sighed. “You could have any bird or lad on campus and you want her, why?”

“Because she’s Piper.” I turned towards him. “She’s the one that I want, okay. I can’t tell you why I think about her every moment of the day or why I want to be with her, I just do. I want to be there for her and you’re stupid fucking fear for Eleanor is standing in my way.”

“You can do what you want.” Louis’ jaw tensed. “M’not standing in your fookin’ way, mate.”

“But you are!” I shouted. “You are because you know that I would never do anything to hurt you or El because you’re family to me. You asked me not to do something and I’m being respectful of that because I respect you. I can’t say that you respect me though, because you would never ask this of me if you did. Can’t you see that this is killing me?”

Louis let out a frustrated huff as I turned back to my locker.

I grabbed my clothes, angrily pulling them on before I ran my towel over the wet strands of my hair. Piper would be pissed to see me pulling at my curls instead of properly scrunching them up with a soft t-shirt, but I couldn’t be arsed to care about that right now. I slammed my locker shut, hiking my bag onto my shoulder before I stormed out of the locker room. When I walked out onto the field, Eleanor and Piper were whispering amongst themselves.

“I just don’t get it.” Piper let out a sad sigh. “I want-”

“I know, babe!” Eleanor interrupted her with a chipper voice, pressing her hand to Piper’s bicep with a wide smile. “I wish they still had pumpkin spice too, I already miss it.”

“You women and your pumpkin spice.” I grumbled, pressing my hand to Piper’s hip before I leaned down to kiss her cheek. “Know you miss it, Pea, but it’s peppermint season now.”

“You’re right.” She gave me a playful pout. “I guess I can survive with that for now.”

“Thatta girl.” I chuckled, pulling my hand back as she reached up to touch my hair. “What?”

“You didn’t scrunch your hair properly, H.” She sighed. “I’ve told you to take better care of these curls! They’re going to be frizzy when they dry.”

I licked over my bottom lip, resisting the urge to lean down and kiss the pout off of her lips.

“Sweet Pea, I’m sorry.” I said softly. “I was in a little bit of a rush, yeah? Wanted to get my favorite girls to lunch.”

“In that case, I guess I can forgive you.” She mumbled.

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Piper’s POV

I sipped at my peppermint latte as Harry tossed a french fry into his mouth.

“So when are you all flying home?” I asked. “Only a few weeks left until Christmas and exams are almost over.”

“El and I are flying out next Friday.” Louis said, smiling over at his girlfriend. “I’m excited to see me Mum and sisters.”

“Me too.” Eleanor nodded. “Missed them all.”

“What about you, H?” I asked.

“I decided to stay.” He shrugged. “I don’t want to disrupt my schedule mid year, you know? It’ll be hard for me to get back into things come January if I spend an entire three weeks vegging out with Mum and Gem.”

“Oh.” I said softly, my face falling as he cleared his throat.

He was avoiding something and he was sad about it.

“I’m not going home either.” I said softly. “Too expensive to fly around the holiday’s, you know? Don’t make nearly enough being a full time fan girl for the footie team.”

“Tell me about it.” Eleanor rolled her eyes playfully. “Who do I talk to about getting that raise I was promised.”

“Oh, you get plenty as it is.” Louis leaned forward, capturing her lips. “Pay you in love and other things.”

Harry let out a frustrated sigh, standing up from the table.

“I’ve gotta go.” He pulled his wallet out, tossing twenty five dollars onto the table. “S’enough for both of us and the tip, Pea. I’ll see you later in Mcgregor Hall for our study session.”

“H-”

“Bye.” He leaned over, pressing a sloppy kiss to my forehead before doing the same to El.

I watched him storm out with a confused look on my face.

“Should I not have asked about Christmas?” I looked at Eleanor with soft eyes. “I can’t….El, I can’t do this anymore.”

“Babe, it’s gonna be fine.” She said softly. “He’s just a bit moody today, isn’t he? Misses his Mum a whole lot, it has nothing to do with you.”

“What are you two on about?” Louis asked, glancing between us. “Is something going on between you and Harry?”

“No.” I shook my head. “That’s the problem.”

“They have this chemistry and Piper really likes Harry, but he told her that being friend’s was their best option.” Eleanor explained softly. “Sometimes he’s sweet on her though and it makes her sad because she wants him.”

“El.” I mumbled, my cheeks growing warm. “He doesn’t need all of the details.”

“You like that miserable sod?” Louis asked. “You’re not worried about a relationship with him ruining your friendship?”

“Not really.” I shook my head at Louis. “Harry and I will always be friends.”

“No, I mean,” Louis sighed. “You’re not worried about it ruining you and Eleanor’s friendship?”

“No.” I said slowly. “What are you talking about?”

“I feel like if you and Harry were to break up, you wouldn’t want to be friends with El because he’s always around.” Louis said softly. “Wouldn’t that be hard?”

“For a bit, yeah.” I shrugged. “We’re both mature, though. I think we could work through any differences and remain friends.”

“Why are you being so nosy?” Eleanor narrowed her eyes, looking at Louis. “What have you done?”

“Nothin’!” Louis exclaimed. “I’ve not done anythin’.”

“Louis!” She cried out. “You’re lying to me.”

“M’not.” He fidgeted in his seat, avoiding her gaze. “Swear I meant well.”

“Louis, what did you do?” I asked softly, my heart dropping as he avoided my gaze. “What did you do?”

“I didn’t do anything, I just…” He licked over his bottom lip, looking between Eleanor and I with wide eyes. “I just asked him to consider your friendship with Eleanor before making any moves on you. I didn’t want to see her lose her best friend, you know?”

“You’re a sodding prick, Louis Tomlinson.” Eleanor snapped. “You knew that Harry would respect that if you asked. He thinks of you as a brother and he would do anything for you.”

“I have to go.” I grabbed my bag and my coat. “I have to find Harry.”

“Go on,” Eleanor said. “I’ve got a very naughty boyfriend to deal with.”

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The first place I ran to was the frat house.

Harry wasn’t there and Niall hadn’t seen him at all.

The second place I ran was the park on the far end of campus that we often spent weekends at.

He wasn’t there either.

When I finally found him, I was only a little shocked.

“You just played a match, mate.” I let out a relieved sigh when he snapped his head up, his eyes softening when he saw me. “What are you doing out here?”

“Just needed to clear my head.” He said as I walked closer. “Why are you here?”

“I had to see you.” I took a deep breath, swiping the ball from between Harry’s feet with a swift kick. It landed in the goal and Harry let out an amused, but breathy chuckle. “I’m getting good.”

“You’ve got a good teacher.” He snorted out a laugh. “Everything okay, sweet pea?”

“No.” I said. “You see, I’ve got this friend and he’s having some girl trouble.”

“Oh, yeah?” He asked. “What’s his deal?”

“He really likes this girl and he flirts with her all the time, but he hasn’t made a move.” I shrugged, glancing up at Harry. “There’s this other friend of theirs that asked an impossible favor of him and he’s being loyal, which I admit is admirable, but a little daft, as you would say.”

Harry’s Adam's apple bobbed up and down softly and he looked over my head.

“He does sound quite daft, doesn’t he?” He let out a soft laugh, closing his eyes. “Piper-”

“It makes me love him more though.” I said softly. “The fact that he’s putting aside his feelings because he’s that loyal to the people he loves. It’s stupid, but really sweet.”

“You think so?” He asked, his eyes a little watery as he looked down at me.

“I do.” I nodded. “Why didn’t you talk to me about this, Harry? We share everything with each other and-”

“This was the one thing I couldn’t tell you, pea.” He said softly. “I never wanted to hurt you and...I knew that this would. I didn’t want you to feel like I was choosing something over you, because that isn’t the case.”

“Harry, it’s okay.” I said softly. “I would have understood and I also would have had a very long talk with Louis about minding his own business, darling. You’re free to be with whoever you want and no one can tell you otherwise.”

“What if I want to be with my beautiful best friend, pea?” He reached up, brushing his thumb over my chin. “What if I want to be with the girl that stole my heart the moment I saw her?”

“Then make a fucking move, Styles.” I let out a breathy laugh as he leaned closer. “She won’t wait around forever. She’s a fucking catch and-”

Harry’s lips pressed into mine, cold and wet and perfect.

I pressed my fingers into his shoulders, gripping his coat tightly with glove covered fingers.

He tilted his head slightly, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of my lips.

“You’re perfect, Piper.” His breath washed over my lips as I shuffled closer, desperately seeking his body heat. “I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t apologize.” I said. “Just be with me, H. Be mine.”

“I’ve always been yours, Piper.” He brushed the tip of his nose over mine. “Always will be.”

When Harry’s lips pressed to mine again, something wet landed on my cheek.

We both pulled back, looking up at the sky with wide smiles.

“Snow.” I said softly.

“Christmas miracle isn’t complete with snow, is it?” He teased, brushing his nose against mine.

“Shut up and kiss me.”

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Harry’s POV

Louis looked like a child who had just been told Santa wasn’t real when Piper and I walked back into the cafe holding hands. He shot me a soft look that said ‘mate, I’m really sorry for being a dickhead’ and I gave him a tight smile in response. We still needed to have a talk about everything, but there was no use in fighting over something that was in the past now. It felt good, sitting next to Piper as her boyfriend and not just her best friend. It was sudden and my mind was still reeling, but I wouldn’t want it any other way. I walked her back to her dorm that night with a pout on my lips and our fingers tightly laced together.

“I don’t want to say goodbye, pea.” I mumbled, my thumb brushing against her cheek softly as we stood in front of her door. “Just got you.”

“You’ve always had me.” She snorted out a soft laugh.

“Never been able to make out with you, though.” I wiggled my brows. “Think we can finally carry through on all that sexual banter we’ve been partaking in.”

“Yeah.” She said quickly, her cheeks getting pinker. “But not tonight, H. Think we should take some time apart to think about things before we jump right in. It’s going to be a bit different now and I need to get used to the idea.”

“Take as much time as you need.” I pressed my lips to hers in a soft kiss. “I’ll be waiting.”

I was only slightly regretting my words now.

Everyone had left for Christmas and we had the house to ourselves.

We were in the middle of a movie marathon in the living room, a few bottles of wine and takeout boxes scattered on the coffee table as we snuggled into each other. Piper’s head rested on my chest and her fingers rested against my stomach, slightly drumming over the bit of holiday weight I had put on over the last week or so. She looked so cute all snuggled up in my sweater and a pair of fluffy sucks, my sweatpants tucked into them carelessly.

“You’re thinking too loud.” She whispered, lifting her head up. “What’s going on in your head, H?”

“Just thinking about how cute you are.” I smiled down at her. “You’re all snuggled up in my clothes with your pretty hair and your pretty eyes. I just can’t believe that I’m lucky enough to call you my girl.”

Her eyes searched my face as I reached up to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear.

“I want you.” She said softly. “But I’m scared.”

“I wasn’t…” I trailed off. “M’not trying to get in your pants, sweet pea. I just wanted you to know that I’m so in love with you.”

“And I’m in love with you.” She sat up. “And I would really, really like to show you how much I love you.”

“When you’re ready.” I said. “I know that you didn’t have the best first time and you’re a little nervous to dive back in, but I can wait. I want you to be one hundred percent ready when the time comes.”

She inhaled sharply before giving me a soft nod.

“I love you.” I said, brushing my thumb over her bottom lip. “Get back over ‘ere, pea. Wanna snuggle you some more.”

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Piper’s POV

Harry was snoring softly in my ear on the couch.

The sun had long gone down and the credits for The Holiday were rolling on the flatscreen in Harry’s living room. With a soft groan, I flipped around in his arms, nuzzling my face into his chest as he tightened his arms around me. The scent of his cologne filled my senses, nearly lulling me back to sleep. I was moments from falling back into dreamland when I felt something firm pressing between my thighs, causing my eyes to snap open. I pulled back to look at Harry’s face, his eyes still shut as he continued to softly snore. He was still fast asleep.

I let out a soft gasp, my walls clenching down as I shifted against his thigh. I let out a soft gasp, my fingers tightening against his sweater as I stilled my hips. I tilted my head back, looking over his face as he slept peacefully. I didn’t want to wake him, but was done waiting. I wanted him. I wanted everything with Harry and I especially wanted to indulge passion filled moments with frantic hands and desperate kisses with a christmas film playing in the background.

“Harry.” I said his name softly, my fingers trailing up his throat to cup his cheek. “Harry, baby, wake up.”

“S’wrong?” He asked, tucking his head down. “You alright?”

“I want you.” I said it softly, my heart pounding against my chest. “I’m ready.”

“Sweet pea, s’late.” He opened his eyes. “Are you sleep talkin’?”

“No.” I shook my head. “I mean it.”

I rolled my hips, grinding my core against his thigh to really send the message through.

“Piper.” He gasped, his eyes wide open. “Darling, what….what’re you doing?”

“Was trying to snuggle up to you and you put your thigh between my legs, H.” I said timidly, my face heating up under his gaze. His lips were curling into a soft smile and I bit the inside of my cheek. “It felt nice.”

“S’that why you want me?” He let out a breathy laugh, shaking his head. “Needy girl.”

“Please.” I whispered. “I need you.”

“I’ve got ye’.” He leaned down, pressing a series of soft kisses to my lips. “Gonna push your pants down, okay?”

I nodded, but she shook his head.

“If we’re doing this, I want to hear you.” He said. “I need you to say what you want.”

“Take my pants off.” I griped, tilting my head back.

“Good girl.”

Two little words.

They sent a shockwave through my body, running straight to my core.

I let out a soft whimper as he pushed at the waistband of my pants.

“M’too tired to fuck you.” He said softly. “But I promise to make you feel so good, sweet pea. Gonna have you cummin’ fo’ me.”

“Please.”

I shifted my hips as he moved the waistband of my sweats to my thighs, his hand brushing up the skin of my leg to my hip. He gave it a soft squeeze as our lips collided and I squirmed beneath him. He pulled back, brushing his nose against mine with his eyes shut tight.

“Do you want my fingers?” He asked me softly.

“I do.” I nodded. “My fingers are too small and I can never get the angle right when I try.”

“Fuck, pea.” He groaned, opening his eyes. “You’re killing me, my love.”

“Just want to love you.” I pouted my bottom lip out. “Wanna feel good.”

“I know, darling.” He sponged a few soft kisses over my hairline. “Let me get on my back, okay. I want you to ride my fingers.”

Harry wrapped his arms around my body, turning onto his back. I fumbled, my chest pressed tightly to his as he let one of his hands trail over my bum. I whimpered when he tucked his fingers between the crease of my bum and my thigh, brushing the pads of his fingers over my lower lips. His other hand maneuvered its way between our bodies, his thumb brushing swiftly over my clit before it dipped towards my entrance.

“S’this okay?” He asked. “You feel comfortable?”

“Yes.” I nodded. “I’m good.”

He inserted his thumb, pulling it out quickly before he slipped it back up to my clit.

He rubbed soft circles over it as his fore and middle finger brushed over my entrance in a teasing manner.

I rolled my hips, desperate to have them inside of me.

“Yeah, just like that.” He said gruffly. “Ride my fingers, sweet pea. Take what you want from me.”

I gasped when he pushed two fingers into me, my slick walls stretching around them as I moved my hips. I pushed down as Harry curled his fingers up, stroking over that spongy spot inside of me. I moved my hips up, his fingers sliding out slowly before I fucked back onto them. He cooed, brushing the pad of his thumb over my clit in quick circles.

“You’re so tight, Piper.” He whispered into my hairline as I gripped onto his shoulders. “You’re clenching my fingers so tight.”

“Feels so good, Harry.” I whimpered. “Wanna cum.”

“Are you close?” He asked, a teasing lilt to his voice. “My girl is so greedy, isn’t she? Gonna cum before I properly fuck her with my fingers becuase she wants it so bad, isn’t that right?”

“Yes.” I gasped against his throat. “I need to cum, Harry. It feels so good and I can’t...I need it, baby. Please let me cum.”

“Take it.” He said, sliding his free hand up to my hip. “Take it from me, Piper. Make yourself cum for me sweet pea.”

I felt my thighs clamping as he pressed harder against my clit, my hips stilling against his hand as he stroked that spongy spot inside of me. I felt my walls clenching down around his digits, my whole body warm as my mouth fell open. It was better than any orgasm I had ever experienced on my own and it had me crying out into the skin of his neck. He brushed his hand up my back, slowly slipping my fingers out as I started to come down.

“You’re so good.” he whispered. “That was perfect, darling. Did so well for me, didn’t you, pea?”

“That was nice.” I mewled. “Thank you, thank you-”

“Gonna treat you so good tomorrow, darling.” He promised, a sharp edge to his voice. “Gonna spend hours with my head between those pretty thighs and then I’m gonna fuck you like you want. Gonna have you screaming for me, sweet pea.”

I whimpered into his neck, nodding.

“I want that.” I whispered.

My eyes felt heavy as he started to pull my pants back up.

“I love you so much, H.” I whispered, my eyes slipping shut as he covered me up. “Love you, darling.”

“I love you more, pea.” he whispered. “Go to sleep, baby. I’ll be right here when you wake up.”

I drifted off to the sound of Harry’s voice, my face snuggling into his shirt.

This was all I ever needed.

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PERFORMANCE & CHOREOGRAPHY

2021

Maker and performer, No Hard Feelings, 5 hour continuous performance in studio shopfront, Wedding, Berlin, February.

2020

Dancer, sit stand lie / push pull stroke (PLAY I), by Mirjam Gurtner KINDL Zentrum für zeitgenössische Kunst, Kesselhaus, Berlin, June

Dancer, A Passo di Mulo, by Lina Gómez, Tanzfabrik Open Spaces at Uferstudios, Berlin, February

2019

Dancer and co-creator, Delight - Part 2, by Asaf Aharonson, Tanzfabrik Open Spaces at Uferstudios, Berlin, November

Dancer and co-creator, Sub Miss Eve (duet), by Asaf Aharonson, as part of the Carrier Bag Festival, Danseatelier, Copenhagen, Denmark, August

Dancer, ESPRIT, by Lyllie Rouvière, Tanzfabrik Open Spaces at Uferstudios, Berlin, July

Performance Assistant, Oh, yeah, tonight, video installation by Melanie Jame Woolf, commissioned for The National 2019: New Australian Art by Carriageworks, Sydney

2018

Dancer and co-creator, Soft Spot, by Przemek Kaminski, Polish Institute, Berlin

Performer, Highness, by Melanie-Jame Woolf, Sophiensaele Berlin

Dancer and co-creator, Magnea, album launch performance, Grießmuehle Berlin

Dancer and co-creator, Limitation Piece, Suddenly Collective, Tanzfabrik, Uferstudios Berlin

Choreographer and Performer, Extravagant Decay (once in a lifetime), Index Gallery, Stockholm, Sweden

Performer and co-creator, Fallback, by Emily Ranford, Dock11, Berlin

Performer and co-creator, Cranky Bodies Meet Again, Dock11, Berlin

2017

Performer, co-choreographer, Cranky Bodies Dance Reset, Peter Pleyer, Sophiensaele Berlin

Performer, co-choreographer, Thoughts on Thread, research presentation - Jana Unmüßug and Tina Jonsbu, Somatic Academy, Berlin

Choreographer and dancer, L DANCE (a du et), Uferstudios Berlin

Performer, Form that Accommodates Mess, Ewa Dziarnowska, Uferstudios, Berlin

Performer, co-maker, T.E.N.T., Weld Theatre Stockholm, Uferstidios Berlin and Dock 11 Berlin

Performer, Jaded, by Sheena McGrandles, with Claire Viviane Sobottke, Agora and Sophiensaele Berlin

2016

Recipient of the DanceWeb scholarship, a 5 week young professional training program, ImpulsTanz, Vienna

Choreographer/performer, LL, a solo, Uferstudios Berlin

2015

Performer/co-maker, AFTERNOON, with Aaron Ratajczyk, Yvonne Lambert Berlin, Dec

Performer, What’s That Noise?, by Sandhya Daemgen, Female Trouble at Kule Theatre Berlin, November

Performer, CUT OUT REALITY, by Miriam Kongstad, 3AM at Flutgraben, Berlin, July

Performer/maker, NFAT – Neurotic Faggots Arranging Things with Ivan Ekemark, Uferstudios and Dock 11 Berlin, April/October

Performer, Feed the World, Church of Banana – Kasia Wolinska, Martin Hansen, Uferstudios, April

Performer, Go to the…, Marc Gabriel, Uferstudios, April.

PRODUCTION DESIGN & ART DIRECTION FOR SCREEN

2013

Art Director, A Day in the Life of Bliss, a film by Wu Tsang with bocychild, Berlin

Art Director, HOMEcountry, a film by Imogen Heath with NowMomentNow, Berlin

Assistant Art Direction, MyMy, a film by Anna Helme, Sydney

2009/2010

Collaboration with filmmakers Sam Icklow and Imogen Heath of NowMomentNow, music videos for Bethia Beadman (Homerton Station, Berlin 2010), Sui Zhen (Car Crash, Sydney 2010) and The Blush Foundation (HeartBake, Sydney 2009)

PRODUCTION DESIGN FOR STAGE

2013

Video projection and design, Une Explosion, s’il vous plait, dance theatre by

Matteo Graziano, Master of Choreography project, HZT dance school, Berlin

2012

Production designer (set and costume), Best We Forget, ISTHISYOURS, Old Fitz, Sydney

2011

Set designer, As You Like It, BELVOIR main stage, Sydney

Set designer, Amanda Palmer Goes Down Under, SYDNEY OPERA HOUSE concert hall, Sydney

Set and costume designer, A Midsummer Night’s Dream, remount for regional tour ARTS RADAR and BELVOIR

Assistant to set designer Ralph Myers for BELVOIR’s The Wild Duck and OPERA AUSTRALIA’s The Marriage of Figaro, Sydney

ARCHITECTURE, INTERIORS & INSTALLATION

2012

Assistant Interior designer to Alice Babidge, THE BAR AT THE END OF THE WHARF renovation, Sydney Theatre Company Restaurant, Sydney

Installation, MUSEUM OF CONTEMPORARY ART SHOP window, Biennale of Sydney

2005-07

Student architect, X SQUARED DESIGN 2005-07 and TANNER ARCHITECTS 2006, Sydney

SET BUILDING & PROP-MAKING FOR THEATRE

Collaborator including design, installation and stage managing for GLITTER MILITIA productions including Clown Cult (Brisbane Festival 2011, Harvest Festival 2012), Monsta Gras, (Red Rattler 2010, ’11, ’12), Sydney and Brisbane

Productions at BELVOIR including The Business, The Wild Duck, Diary of A Madman, Gwen In Purgatory, Namatjira, The Sapphires, Measure for Measure, That Face, The Book of Everything 2009-2011, Sydney

EDUCATION

2014 – 2017 HZT BERLIN Bachelor or Arts, Dance, Context and Choreography

2007 – 2009 THE UNIVERSITY OF SYDNEY Master of Architecture

2008 McGill UNIVERSITY, MONTREAL One semester in B Architecture program

2003 – 2005 THE UNIVERSITY OF SYDNEY Bachelor of Design (Architecture)

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imagineclaireandjamie · 5 years ago

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i hear the river say your name, part I

anonymous prompt: I just want a new smutty Jamie POV of him having a dirty dream about Claire before they married. It can take place at Leoch, maybe after his oath or something. Have his interactions with her the next day be super awkward, but charming. 😆 I live for this.

I am living for this prompt, anon. I like smitten puppy!Jamie.

show!verse, Episode 01x04 (The Gathering), 01x05 (Rent)

At least one more installment is yet to come of this one.

Rated: T, this part

Soundtrack: ➥ Lord Huron - When the Night is Over

i hear the river say your name, part I

Jamie Fraser has been in hiding for awhile.

Away from his family – though he supposes the only Fraser he has left is Jenny. And the Lord knows he can’t ever face her again. He’s been away from home for awhile now – first to France, then to Castle Leoch. How long it’s been, he’s not sure. Though they don’t comprise the most upstanding cast of characters, Colum and Dougal could be worse, and the machinations of life at Leoch are, to say the very least, interesting:

One, a boy who calls Letitia “mam” and calls Colum “da,” but looks like Dougal, provides a source of suspense he hasn’t known since he saw King Lear acted on stage as a lad by a traveling theatre troupe.

Two, the obvious pandering of Dougal to Arthur Duncan’s witchy blonde wife, made him laugh into a mug of ale two nights earlier. Geillis Duncan’s figure is decidedly less and less waif like with each passing week, and her bones are so obviously shifting to accommodate Dougal’s bairn that Jamie wonders if he’s the only one with eyes, ears, and common sense.

These observations aside, though, Jamie’s heart is not split.

He does not share love for Castle Leoch with his home.

For now at least, his heart lives in one place alone.

Lallybroch.

A place he hardly lets into his subconscious for the ache the distance causes him.

But now he’s hiding again – hiding within his hiding place.

The Gathering thrums along at some distance, the smell of roasting meat making his stomach ache with hunger and his mouth water, and causing the prospect of her (in some borrowed gown with her bonnie pearlescent breasts hitched up to kingdom come) to flit stomp carelessly through his mind while engaged in other more survival-oriented pursuits.

Mistress Beauchamp.

He’s in a pile of straw and probably smells of horses.

Of course that’s when he thinks of her.

He’s half asleep and half hard at the thought of her – changing his bandages with too-soft hands and nail beds as pink as petals, asking him about his back without pity, looking at him like maybe-just-maybe her lips would part and she would arch into him if he kissed her.

The sounds of the Gathering have blended and merged with the assistance of a few drams, his subconscious is urging him to just stay put. He decides not to do anything about his cockstand, figures that it’s easier if he just lets it ache and ache until he falls asleep, waking with the Sassenach far from his mind.

And that’s when the mysterious healer who has driven him absolutely mad with wanting trips over him.

Literally trips.

Of course, he doesn’t know it’s her right away – the source of that uncomfortable swelling tenting his kilt, the ringleader in his mind’s afternoon distractions. It is his protective instinct to draw his blade, to rise up over the unsuspecting, fallen target, adrenaline making his fighting spirit soar, and suddenly he’s invincible. It isn’t until the interloper makes some exclamation (“Jesus H. Roosevelt Christ!”) that he realizes it’s her that is about to be speared by the sharp tip of his dirk.

He can’t help his smile (“no, Sassenach, just me” – though she makes him feel like God himself).

She looks so damned pretty in the dress Mrs. Fitz has found for her.

Her cheeks pink, her mouth letting out little frustrated pants, her breasts heaving as her own adrenaline surge blows her pupils to kingdom come.

Aye, she’s a pretty lass all dressed for the MacKenzie Gathering.

Even if she is about to flee.

Oh, he realizes, the Sassenach’s going to flee.

Jesus H. Roosevelt Christ, to adopt her turn of phrase.

As a prisoner in his own identity and living under an assumed name, he can’t say he hasn’t thought of fleeing himself once or twice. By the venom in her eyes alone, he knows she’s a scrapper alright. He is holding his dirk steady still, still poised to strike.

And as the adrenaline fades, he shakes his head, smirks. He sheathes his dirk, gets to his feet, and helps her do the same. He teases her a little – her satchel of apples and already-hardened bread – his condensation-laden breath coming in pants.

“How far do ye think ye’d get, lass, on a dark night wi’ a strange horse, and half the MacKenzie clan after ye by morning?” he asks, not expecting an answer.

She’s thought it through – the logical wee thing she is. Where she will go, how she will get there. He was walking and found a scrap of cloth, and he suddenly realizes her game. She’s planned.

Ban-druidh, he wonders, the superstitious Highlander that lives in his gut teases for a moment before he consciously, decisively shuts down the notion. No. Not a witch. She is a woman. A smart, cunning woman, ready to survive.

And a dhia, she looks positively enraged that he has foiled her plan to flee.

Later, as he is waltzing through a conciliatory speech without swearing an oath to Colum MacKenzie, he wonders about her.

He wonders if she’s watching.

***

Claire had left Leoch with them, getting further and further from the echoing stone chamber she called a “clinic” one evening as she checked his wound one last time. They have been sent away by the MacKenzie to collect rent. He can’t help but think that her scheme to flee is somehow both more within reach and further away from ever now that they’re on the road.

He watches her – she’s standing at the edge of a loch, separate from everyone, her thin arms crossed over her waist. While Geillis is growing with Dougal’s bairn, Claire is shrinking with Dougal’s oppression.

Before the rent collectors departed Castle Leoch, Dougal had boasted about how he told that Sassenach bitch, that redcoat spy, a feral cat was coming along. Dougal gave the old lawyer a look, and explained that no, he didn’t tell Claire Beauchamp anything, lads. Dougal finished a tankard of ale, wiped the foam from his beard on his sleeve, boasted that he commanded her to come along. Claimed that he’d have her English thighs spread and his cock roosting before they returned with a handsome tithing from the MacKenzie lands. Jamie had risen to his feet, fists pulsing at his side, aching to splinter bone and make his uncle’s nose collapse with a nasty, crunching sound.

Oh.

For more than a moment Jamie entertained punching Dougal – making his adulterous uncle spray blood and spittle spectacularly across the walls of the hall where they were eating a final meal before departing, watching his mother’s brother drop like a stone, where a boot could easily make home in the softening gut of his aging uncle and close in on a throat.

Then Jamie had realized that such violence was no way to protect her.

To protect Claire.

To protect my own, his heart hammering at his own reference to her.

Jamie paused his shaking fists, shook his head, decided to take Dougal’s challenging look on the chin, to let the man think that he’d bested his stupid nephew. Jamie knew better.

“Do ye see that lads? Jamie fancies the traitor bitch.” Jamie sat, clasping his hands beneath the table not in prayer, but in an attempt to keep the violent fantasy from becoming a reality. He stayed silent. “That’s what I thought. Sit, pheathar. Ye stinking jealous fool. Ye’ll find somewhere for yer cock to roost for yerself.”

Now, out here on the road, they are at a quiet gathering. Not the kind that they’ve just left. Not one to swear fealty to a laird, unless of course one is to consider the pillaging of each resident of their entire livelihood and savings.

Dougal chants it first: “Bragh Stuart!”

Jamie’s eyes catch Claire’s as he fights to pull his shirt on over his head.

There is no mystery left in what is happening. She is a smart woman, the realization crosses her face slowly, like she can’t quite believe it at first. That they’re betraying Colum MacKenzie, that the gold they’re collecting will fund rebellion, that they’re engaged in something traitorous against their Laird and the crown. She steps out of the too-warm, too-smoky shed, hair falling across her cheek and her small fist knotted in the cloak around her shoulders.

Jamie wonders what she’s thinking.

If she would just face him, he could tell, but she doesn’t turn around.

#i hear the river say your name #part i #;mod kate #jamie x claire #outlander fanfic #featuring: dougal #featuring: the jacobite cause #episode 01x04 #episode 01x05 #show!verse

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tinuviel-tinuviel · 6 years ago

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KOTLC theatre au

one of the HIGHEST TIER modern/non-magic aus is “rowdy high school theater kids” so here’s the sophie squad--

*Fitz: Actor, tenor. He and Biana are Those Siblings that always star because they’re triple threats and their parents can afford to send them to theater camps. Fitz has gotten the male lead for the last three years and half the drama club swoons over him.

*Biana: Actor, soprano. Hasn’t gotten female lead because she can’t play opposite her brother, but everyone knows it’s only a matter of time. The first person to be off-book each show. Color-coded script.

*Keefe: Actor, tenor. Always ends up playing comic relief, although Biana has begged him to audition for male lead. Never knows his lines but he’s the king of improv. Eats while in costume.

*Dex: Light-board operator, underappreciated. The only person who can make the old light-board go (often by banging his flashlight against it). Sophie’s cousin and carpool buddy. Pockets full of batteries.

*Linh: New stage manager. It’s her first year and everyone loves and fears her equally because she’s so encouraging and always has granola bars for the kids who didn’t have lunch, but on the other hand she will destroy anyone who talks backstage or messes with the wrong prop. Always has a chain of safety-pins pinned to her pants and a roll of tape in her bag.

*Sophie: Actor, soprano. Joined drama club this year and got female lead and Biana was PISSED at first. Sophie’s a talented singer and a good actor, but spends the first month of rehearsals crippled by stage fright. Sometimes after rehearsal she goes to the booth to talk to Dex and just starts crying.

*Tam: Crew. After a few years of building set-pieces, he picks up soundboard operation. His entire closet is black. When the actors talk over Linh he’ll blast the show’s loudest sound cue so they’ll shut up.

theater kids help me out

#kotlc #kotlc au #high school theatre #high school theater

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musichead84 · 5 years ago

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Seen as of 2019:

Festivals:

ACL - 2003, 2004, 2005, 2007, 2009, 2011, 2012, 2014, 2016, 2018

Bonnaroo - 2012, 2013

Coachella - 2010, 2014

Float Fest - 2014

Index Fest - 2013, 2014

Lollapalooza - 2006, 2009, 2011

Wakarusa - 2015

Fun Fun Fun Fest - 2014, 2015

35 Denton - 2016

Untapped Fort Worth Festival - 2016

Untapped Dallas Festival - 2016

Edgefest - 2017 (many more than this year’s…)

Old 97′s County Fair - 2018

A’s

Aerosmith (Dallas)

Afghan Whigs (Liberty Lunch, Antone’s, ACL 12, Coachella 14)

Alkaline Trio (Austin)

Aloha (Dallas)

Andrew Bird (Lolla 09)

All 4 One (Austin)

Animal Collective (Lolla 09)

Arcade Fire x3 (ACL 07, Lolla 06, Coachella 14)

Arctic Monkeys x 2 (Lolla 09, ACL, Edgefest 22)

Adair (Dallas)

American Eyes ( Dallas )

As I Lay Dying ( Dallas )

Atreyu ( Dallas )

Atoms for Peace (Coachella 10)

Allison Moorer (Austin)

Aubra Mae (Dallas)

A Perfect Circle (Lolla 11, Verizon Theatre)

AfroJack (Lolla 11)

Atmosphere (Lolla 11)

Alton Brown (Chef - Frisco) - Barnes & Noble

AVICII (ACL 12)

Atlas Genius (Edgefest23)

Airborne Toxic Event (Edgefest23)

AWOLNation x2 (Edgefest23, EF2015)

Annie Clark (Dallas)

A Day to Remember (Edgefest 23)

Alt-J (Roo 13)

The Avett Brothers (Summer Cut 2)

Austra (Granada Theater)

Alice in Chains (Gexa Pavilion)

Antemasque (FFFfest 15)

Alvvays (FFFfest 15)

American Werewolves (Three Links - Dallas)

At the Drive In (Red7, Trees, Club Dada, Southside Ballroom)

Aaron Lewis (Billy Bob’s)

American Aquarium (The Statler Ballroom)

B’s

Badfish x 6 (Dallas, Wildflower Fest)

Beck x 3 (Dallas, Coachella 14, ACL 14)

Ben Harper x 2 (Lolla 09, Austin, Waka 2015)

Big Head Todd & the Monsters (ATX, House of Blues - Dallas)

Black Crowes (Dallas)

Blind Melon (Dallas)

Bloc Party (Lolla 06, Dallas)

Blood Brothers (dallas)

Blue October (Austin, Dallas)

Burden Brothers (Austin, Dallas)

Broke (Dallas)

Band of Horses (Lolla 09)

Bassnectar (Lolla09, ACL12)

Ben Folds (chicago)

Beach House (coachella10)

Ben Gibbard (dallas)

Bert Kreischer - (comedian) Addison Improv (2), Irvine Improv

Black Lips (Lolla 11)

Bruno Mars (Lolla 11)

Busy P (Lolla11)

Black Keys (Dallas, Edgefest, ACL12)

Bush (Edgefest23)

Bjork (Roo13)

Big Gigantic (BreakwayFest)

Bear Mountain (Dallas)

Born & Raised (Dallas)

Bastille (Coachella 14)

Bush (Edgefest, Toyota Music Factory)

Blackberry Smoke (ACL14)

Bouncing Souls (Dallas)

Broken Gold (Dallas)

Ben Howard (Dallas)

Blue, the misfit (Dallas)

Brutal Juice (Dallas)

Best Coast (Dallas)

Bully (Dallas)

Bobby Patterson (HG6)

Black Fire Pistol (HG6)

Belle & Sebastian (Summer Cut ‘15)

Broncho (FFFfest 15)

Big Freedia (FFFfest 15, The Bomb Factory)

Bottle Rockets (2018 Old 97′s County Fair)

Bombay Bicycle Club (coachella 14)

Built to Spill (Granada Theater, Untapped 16)

Breaking Benjamin (Gexa)

Blink 182 (Edgefest 2017)

Brandi Carlile (ACL 2018)

Brock Hampton (ACL 2018)

Blood Orange (ACL 2018 Bowling for Soup (Wildflower Fest 2019)

C’s

Cage the Elephant (Coachella 10, Frisco, Lolla09/11, Edgefest 22, Coachella 14)

Christina Aguilera (Tx State Fair 1998)

Chevelle (Dallas, Ft Worth, Edgefest 2017)

Coal Chamber(killeen)

Coheed & Cambria (Austin, Coachella10, Lolla06, Dallas)

Cody Shaw & The Rhythm Boys (Hank’s)

ColdWarKids (Lolla06, ACL)

Common (Lolla09)

Cross Canadian Ragweed (austin)

The Confession

Collective Soul (dallas)

Carolyn Wonderland (austin)

The Cush (denton)

Cee-Lo Green (Lolla11)

Chico Trujillo (Lolla11)

City & Colour (Lolla11, Roo12, Dallas - Granada Theater)

The Chain Gang of 1974 (Lolla11, Dallas - Granada Theater)

Carina Round (Austin)

Charlie Murphy (Dallas - Addison Improv)

Christopher Titus (Dallas - Addison Improv)

Civil Twilight (Edgefest22)

Cake (Edgefest22)

Chris Lake (El Paso)

Capital Cities (Edgefest23)

Crizzly (BreakawayFest)

CHVRCHES (Dallas, Coachella 14, ACL 14)

Commotion (Dallas)

Courtney Barnett (FFFFest 6)

Chance the Rapper (Waka15)

Carrie Brownstein (Dallas)

Craig Finn (Trees)

Chris Stapleton (Dallas, ACL 16)

Cheap Trick (FFFfest 15)

Chromeo (FFFfest 15)

Calvin Harris (Coachella 14)

The Cult (Toyota Music Factory)

Camila Cabello (ACL 2018)

D’s

Dead Sara (Edgefest22)

Damian Marley (Lolla11)

Death From Above 1979 (Lolla11)

Daughtry (addison,dallas,frisco)

Dashboard Confessional (ACL05)

Death Cab For Cutie (Lolla 06, EF 15)

Decemberists (Lolla 09, Dallas)

Deftones (Dallas, Lolla 11, Edgefest23, ACL 2018)

Devotchka (Dallas - HOB, Indexfest 2)

Delta Spirit (Lolla11)

Drive-by Truckers (dallas)

Destiny’s Child (Tx State Fair 1998)

Dredg (dallas)

Death in the Family (dallas)

Dead Weather (coachella10, ACL09)

Depeche Mode (chicago)

Dirty Heads x 3 (Austin - Stubb’s, Dallas, Waka15)

Dwight Yokam (Grand Prairie - Lonestar Park)

The Drums (Lolla11)

The DA (El Paso - Tricky Falls)

D'Angelo (Roo 12)

Deadmau5 (El Paso, Dallas)

Dim Locator (Hailey’s - Denton)

Danny Avila (BreakwayFest)

Dave Chappell (Dallas - Oddball Comedy Tour)

Dirty River Boys (McKinney - Hanks)

Dum Dum Girls (Fun Fun Fun Fest 6)

David Ramirez (Kessler Theater, Untapped 16)

Dark Rooms x 3 (Dallas, Denton)

Doug Benson (FFFfest 15)

Dag nasty (FFFfest 15)

Dillion Francis (Coachella 14)

Disturbed (Gexa)

DJ Sober (The Best of Big D 16)

Dalton Domino (The Statler Ballroom)

David Byrne (ACL 2018)

Dead Flowers (The Rustic)

The Doobie Brothers (Dallas)

E’s

The Expendables (austin)

Eminem (Lolla 11, ACL 14)

Explosions in the Sky (Lolla 11, Breakaway Fest)

Empire of the Sun (Breakway Fest)

El-P (indexfest2)

Erykah Badu (Dallas)

Eric Andre (FFFfest 15)

Esme Patterson (The Rustic)

Erika Wennerstron (2018 Old 97′s County Fair, The Rustic)

F’s

Finger Eleven (dallas)

Fleet Foxes (Lolla 09)

Foo Fighters (Dallas, Lolla 11)

Foster the People (Lolla 11, Coachella 14)

Frank Black (Austin)

Funeral for a Friend (Dallas)

For Felix (Dallas)

Franz Ferdinand (Austin)

Frank Turner (Dallas, Coachella 14)

Fuel (Mayflower Fest)

Friendly Fires (Lolla 11)

Flogging Molly (Lolla 11, Roo 12)

Fitz & the Tantrums (Lolla 11 - met them, HOB - Dallas - met them, Roo 12, Edgefest 23, Wildflower Fest 2019)

Foxy Shazam (Edgefest 22)

Florence & the Machines (ACL 12)

Frightened Rabbit (Dallas)

Flash Gordon (Edgefest 23)

Flight of the Concords (Dallas)

Fatboy Slim (Coachella 14)

Foxygen (Index Fest 3, Fun Fun Fun Fest 6)

First Aid Kit (Fun Fun Fun Fest 6)

Flying Lotus (Fun Fun Fun Fest 6)

FKA Twigs (Trees - Dallas)

Future Islands (Index Fest 3, FFFFest15)

Fantastic Negrito (Summer Cut '15)

FRONTERA BUGALÚ - Gas Monkey

Father John Misty (Dallas)

G’s

The Gaslight Anthem x 3 (Lolla06,Edgefest23,Dallas)

Gin Blossoms (Addison, Wildflower Fest 2018)

Gnarls Barkley x 2 (Lolla06,dallas)

Gomez (Lolla 09)

Gossip (coachella10)

Greeley Estates (dallas)

The Gourds (austin)

Goo Goo Dolls (Dallas / Wildflower Fest 2018)

Grace Potter & the Nocturnals x 2 (lolla11, Summer Cut 2)

Grouplove (Lolla 11, Stubb’s, Roo 12, Coachella 14)

Garbage (Edgefest 22)

Girl Talk x 3 (indexfest 2, Fun Fun Fun Fest 6, EF 15)

The Growlers (Waka 15)

Glass Animals (Waka 15)

Galactic (Waka 15)

Gogol Bordello (FFFfest 15, Untapped Dallas 16)

Grimes (FFFfest 15)

Greg Dulli (Kessler Theater Dallas)

Grupo Fantasma (Untapped 16)

Glorietta (Kessler - Dallas)

The Guess Who (Wildflower Fest 2019)

H’s

Heartless Bastards x 11 (Austin, Lolla 09, Dallas, Denton - met twice, smoked with Jesse, and took pics with them)

Hole (Edgefest)

Hockey (Coachella 10)

The Hope Trust x 2 (Dallas, Denton)

The Holler Time (Denton)

Haim (Roo13)

Harland Williams (Comedian - Addison Improv)

Hozier (EF15)

Hayes Carll (Untapped 16)

I’s

Incubus (x3)(dallas)

Interpol (dallas)

DJ Irene (killeen)

Ishi (Dallas)

Israel Nash (Summer Cut '15)

I’m With Her (Ryman Auditorium)

J’s

Jay-Z (Coachella 10)

Jane’s Addiction (Lolla09,Dallas)

Jeff Klein (austin)

Jim Ward (Austin, Dallas, Fort Worth)

Jimmy Eat World (Dallas, Wildflower Fest 2018)

Johnny Cooper (Mckinney - Hank’s)

John Hiatt (Stubbs, HOB Dallas)

Jerry Lee Lewis (Richardson - Wildflower Fest 11)

Jim Jefferies x 3 (Comedian - Dallas)

Jim Breuer (Comedian - Dallas)

Jarrod Gorbel (Dallas)

James Vandervelde (austin)

Jack White (ACL12)

Japandroid (Roo13)

Jack Johnson (Roo13)

Juicy J (BreakwayFest)

Jenny Lewis (Dallas)

J Mascis (Fun Fun Fun Fest 6)

Jessica Lea Mayfield (Dallas)

Jack Kerowax (Dallas)

Jamie xx (GvB V)

Joey Bada$$ (FFFfest 15)

Jason Isbell (Southside Ballroom Dallas, Dallas)

Jason Aldean (Gexa Energy Pavilion)

Jaime Wyatt (2018 Old 97′s County Fair)

Jibe (Gas Monkey Live!)

Justice (ACL 2018)

Judah & The Lion (Wildflower Fest 2019)

Jason Bonham (Toyota Music Pavilion)

K’s

Kansas (Norfolk, VA - my very first concert!)

KISS (Frisco)

Kaskade (Lolla 09)

Killers x 2 (Austin, Dallas)

Kings of Leon x 3 (Lolla 09, Dallas)

Kid Cudi (Lolla 11, Coachella 14)

Killer Mike (indexfest2)

Kevin Devine (Dallas - Rustic)

Kopecky (Waka 15)Kaela Sinclair (Dallas)

Kurt Vile (Red Rocks Amphitheater)

Kacey Musgraves (ACL 16)

Kaleo (Untapped Dallas 16)

K-Flay (Dos Equis Pavilion)

Khalid (ACL 2018)

L’s

The Lusitania (Austin)

Lennon (killeen)

LCD Soundsystem (Coachella 10, ACL 16, The Bomb Factory)

Local Natives (Coachella10, Lolla11, Roo13, ACL 16)

Los Lonely Boys (Austin)

The Lumineers (ACL12, Dallas)

Lil Twist (BreakwayFest)

Lower Dens (GvB V, Club Dada Dallas)

L-P (Index Fest 2)

Lindi Ortega (Denton)

Lucero (Southside Ballroom, The Rusticx3)

L7 (FFFfest 15, Granada Theater Dallas)

Le Bucherettes (Dallas)

Lord Huron (2018 Old 97′s County Fair)

Lifehouse (Wildflower Fest 2018)

Lukas Nelson (The Rustic)

M’s

MC Flipside (2001 - Killeen)

MGMT (coachella 10, coachella 14)

mewithoutYou (dallas)

Modest Mouse (ACL 05, Dallas, Fun Fun Fun Fest 6, Edgefest '15)

Metric (Lolla11,Edgefest11,ACL12)

Muse (dallas,Edgefest10,Lolla11)

My Morning Jacket (austin)

Millionaire (dallas)

Matisyahu (Lolla06, Dallas)(Met outside of Granada Theater, have autograph)

Manchester Orchestra (Lolla 09/11, Dallas - Rustic, ACL 2018)

Mogwai (Lolla 11)

Mexicans At Night (El Paso - Tricky Falls)

M83 (ACL 12)

Major Lazer (Roo 12, ACL 14, Waka 15)

Mariachi El Bronx (Roo 12)

Matt&Kim (Summer Cut 2, Roo 13, BreakwayFest '13)

MsMr (Dallas - HOB, Coachella 14)

Midlake (Dallas)

Macy Gray (Waka 15)

Ms. Lauryn Hill (FFFfest 15)

Midnight Stroll (Trees Dallas)

Miike Snow (ACL 16)

Mumford & Sons (ACL 16)

Marilyn Manson (Dos Equis Pavilion)

The Mavericks (2018 Old 97′s County Fair)

Mad Mexicans (Gas Monkey Live!)

Metallica (ACL 18)

Margo Price (The Rustic)

Mipso (Ryman Auditorium)

N’s

Nas (Lolla11, Roo13)

The Naked & Famous (Lolla 11, dallas)

The National (Dallas - HOB, Southside Ballroom, Roo 13, ACL 18)

Neko Case (Lolla 09)

North Mississippi Allstars (Austin - Stubb’s)

Neon Trees (Edgefest 22, Wildflower Fest 2019)

Neil Young & Crazy Horse (ACL 12)

The Neighbourhood (Edgefest 23)

Nahko & Medicine for the People (Waka 15)

New Politics (Edgefest 15)

Neon Indian (FFFfest 15)

NOFX (FFFfest 15)

The Nixons (Edgefest 2017)

NIN (Las Vegas - The Joint x2)

NALGADAS - Gas Monkey

Nelly (ACL 2018)

O’s

Old 97’s (Austin, HG6, 2018 Old 97′s County Fair)

Owen Pallett (Dallas)

Of Monsters & Men (Roo 13)

Other Lives (Dallas)

The Offspring (Edgefest 2017)

Oil Boom (HG6)

Olivia Chaney (Dallas)

ODESZA (FFFfest 15, ACL 2018, Dallas)

Orville Peck (Southside Ballroom)

P’s

Paul Green’s School of Rock All-Stars – Austin, TX

Pavement (Dallas)

Portugal. The Man (Coachella 10, Lolla 11, Roo 13, Dallas - Granada Theater)

Paramore (Dallas, Edgefest 23)

Pearl Jam (ACL 09/14, Dallas - AAC)

Pepper (Dallas - Granada Theater)

Pixies (ACL 2005)

Placebo (Edgefest)

Pelican (Edgefest)

Phoenix (Coachella 10, Edgefest 21, Edgefest 23)

Passion Pit (coachella 10, dallas)

Pat Green (frisco)

Pretty Lights (Lolla11)

Puscifer (Austin - Long Center, Bonnaroo 2012)

Phish (Bonnaroo 2012 )

Pauly Shore (Edgefest 23)

Purity Ring (Roo13)

Paul McCartney (Roo13)

Phantogram (ACL14)

Paws (Dallas)

Parquet Courts (FFFfest 15)

Peaches (FFFfest 15)

Patricio (Coachella 14)

Pete Yorn (ACL 16)

Prayers (Verizon Theatre)

Paul Cauthen (2018 Old 97′s County Fair)

Peter Frampton (Toyota Music Factory)

Q’s

Queens of the Stone Age (ACL, Dallas)

?uestlove (Roo12)

The Quaker City Night Hawks x 2 (Dallas)

Quintron & Miss Pussy Cat (Dallas)

R’s

Ratatat (Lolla 11)

Rancid (Dallas - Gypsy Ballroom)

Red Hot Chili Peppers (Lolla 06, Dallas - AAC, Roo 12)

Rilo Kiley (Dallas)

Rise Against (Dallas)

The Receiving End of Sirens (Dallas)

The Record Hop (Denton)

Ramesh (Dallas)

The Roots (Roo 12, ACL 12, Waka 15)

Radiohead (Roo 12, Lolla 11)

Rodrigo & Gabriela & C.U.B.A. (Roo 12)

Robert Delong (Edgefest 23)

Ra Ra Riot (BreakwayFest)

The Replacements (with Billy Jo Armstrong @ Coachella14, ACL14)

Riothorse Royale (Dallas)

Roosevelt (FFFfest 15)

Ride (FFFfest 15)

Robert Plant (Bomb Factory Dallas)

Ryan Adams (Red Rocks Amphitheater, The Pavilion - Irving)

Roger Waters (American Airlines Center)

S’s

Street Sweeper Social Club (Coachella 10)

She & Him (Coachella 10)

Santigold (Lolla 09)

Say Anything (Edgefest)

Seven Mary Three x 11 (Dallas, Waco, Wildflower Fest - have Giti’s autograph)

Silverchair (How the Edge Stole Xmas)

Silversun Pickups (Lolla 09, Dallas)

Sleepercar (Austin, Dallas, Fort Worth)

Snoop Dogg (Lolla 09)

Sparta x 15 (Mohawk, Austin, Lolla 09, Dallas, Tricky Falls, Barracuda, Gas Monkey)

Spoon x 4 (Austin, ACL 14, HOB Dallas, HG 6, Wildflower Fest 18)

Staind (Dallas)

Steve Earle (ACL 07, Dallas, ACL 12)

STP (austin, Edgefest, Toyota Music Factory)

Silverstein (Dallas)

Santigold (Lolla 09)

The Smashup (Dallas)

Story of the Year (Dallas)

Street Drum Corps (Dallas)

Sublime w/ Rome (Dallas)

Switchfoot x 3 (Dallas, Edgefest 22, Wildflower Fest 2018)

Skrillex (Lolla 11, ACL 12, Roo 12)

Sarah Jaffe x 4 (Indexfest 2, Dallas, Summer Cut '15)

Shaky Graves (Dallas - Granada Theater, Kessler Theater, HG6, ACL 2018)

Sam Lao (Dallas)

STS9 (Waka15)

Slightly Stoopid (Waka 15)

Sphynx (HG6)

Sealion (HG6)

Saul Williams (Dallas - Club Dada)

Sons of Illustrious Father (Dallas - Club Dada)

Social Distortion (HOB Houston)

Slow Magic (FFF fest 15)

Stoney Larue (Billy Bob’s Texas)

Slipknot (Dos Equis Pavilion)

Shovels & Rope (South Side Music Hall 2016)

Sweater Beats (Coachella 14)

Sylvan Esso (ACL 18)

Santana (Dallas)

T’s

Tegan & Sara (ACL 12)

Taking Back Sunday x 4 (Dallas)

Thursday (Dallas)

Tito & The Tarantulas (Austin)

Toadies x 13 (Austin, Dallas)

Tool (Lolla 09, Dallas - AAC, Grand Prairie - Nokia)

Them Crooked Vultures (Coachella 10)

Tragically Hip x 4 (Austin - Stubb’s, Dallas - HOB)

Trish Murphy (ACL 05)

TV on the Radio (Lolla 09, Dallas, Untapped Dallas 16)

Thrice (Dallas)

The Heist (Dallas)

Twilight Singers (Dallas - Gypsy Tea Room & Granada Theater 2011)

Three Days Grace (Dallas)

Two Door Cinema Club (Lolla 11, ACL 12, Roo 12)

The Tings Tings (Edgefest22)

The Temper Trap (Lolla 11, Roo 12)

Twenty-One Pilots (Edgefest23)

The TonTons (Dallas - Trees)

Tame Impala (Dallas - Southside Ballroom)

Tinariwen (Fun Fun Fun Fest 6)

Tei Shi (GvB V)

Toro y Moi (FFFfest 15)

Tanlines (Trees Dallas)

Thomas Rhett (Gexa Energy Pavilion)

Travis Scott (ACL 2018)

Texas Gentlemen (Kessler - Dallas)

U’s

Uh Huh Her (Dallas)

Unknown Mortal Orchestra (Club Dada Dallas)

V’s

Van Halen (Dallas)

Vampire Weekend (Lolla 09)

Viet Cong (FFF fest 15)

Vaadat Charigim (35 Denton 2016)

Valerie June (2018 Old 97′s County Fair)

W’s

White Lies (Lolla 11)

White Rabbit x 2 (Dallas)

Warpaint x 2 (Dallas - Granada Theater, index fest 2)

Wailers x 4 (Dallas, Wildflower Festival)

Weezer (Dallas)

Wilco (Austin)

Wintersleep x 3 (Austin, Dallas - Trees (pic with them))

Walking the Moon (Dallas)

White Arrows (Dallas)

Walk the Moon (Roo 13, Dos Equis Pavilion)

Wu-Tang Clan (Breakaway Fest)

Wiz Khalifa (Fun Fun Fun Fest 6)

War On Drugs (Granada Theater)

White Denim (Index Fest 3)

We Are Scientists (Club Dada Dallas)

Wrestlers (Trees Dallas)

Wussy (Three Links - Dallas)

V’s

Vaadat Charigim (35 Denton 2016)

X’s

The xx - x 4 (Coachella 10, Dallas x 2, Roo 13)

Y’s

Yeah Yeah Yeah’s x 2 (Lolla 09, Dallas)

Young the Giant x 3 (Lolla 11, Dallas, Austin, Waka 15)

Yumi Zouma (GvB V)

Z’s

Zola Jesus (Dallas - Granada Theater)

ZZ Top (Roo 13)

Zobc (Coachella 14)

The Zolas (Dallas)

#’s

311 (Dallas, Edgefest 2017)

30 Seconds to Mars (Dallas, Edgefest, Dos Equis Pavilion)

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