#please let violet have some fluffy squad time

[bestbookfriends]

I've decided, if you're writing 'Fourth Wing' AU, it now needs to have some form of squad sleepover where everyone is pulled into a bed together.

Tyrrendor is its own country? Put the squad together after a rough day

High school / college AU? Have the squad crash together after a party

AU set in space? In the desert? In the dark ages? Use the only one bed trope

I don't care if you have canon Iron Squad or the Tyrs + Violet or the Iron Squad + the Tyrs, I don't care how you do it, your fic will be infinitely fluffier with a sleepover scene, and we need the cuteness because the angst with canon runs deep.

[garricks4thwingqueen]

I'm Going to be a Father? Garrick Tavis X Reader

Synopsis: In honor of Father's day I thought it would be fun to do a fluffy prompt where you find out you're pregnant and go to tell Garrick.  Reader is Xaden’s twin and has been in a long term relationship with Garrick since the rebellion. 

Trigger Warnings: This is a floof of finding out your pregnant and telling Garrick.  Some Swearing

Word Count: 999

     You sighed as you had walked back from the healers quadrant. You hadn’t been feeling well for about a week. Squad battles had just happened and it was your third year at Basgiath so both you and Garrick along with your brother would be getting your lieutenant assignments soon and needless to say you were stressed about being separated from either your boyfriend or your twin. You didn’t even want to bother with going to the healers but after throwing up on your morning run with Imogen and violet you were practically dragged there by Imogen herself. 

    Breathe. It’ll be ok. Do you think you're the first rider to get pregnant before they graduate?   Your dragon Kira chimed into your head. I blame you and Chradh. Two certain dragons forgot their shields three weeks ago.  Garrick had to partially drag me out of battle brief. You hissed at your dragon through your bond. Having mated dragons was sometimes the biggest pain you had to deal with. But you were thankful that you had mated dragons with your boyfriend and neither of your dragons chose other riders. Chradh and I have not had riders in years after we lost our previous riders. We were waiting for the right couple. Garrick and I were the right couple? You have each proven the qualities we wanted in our corresponding riders and you had both started in the same year with an established relationship. That alone was important to us. Fine. Just keep your shield up about this till I tell him. As you wish my dear. 

   You shoved your shield back up. Wanting a few moments of privacy before having to go to breakfast and classes for the rest of the day.  You took the stairs up to the third floor where your shared bedroom with Garrick was and unfortunately it was also right across from Xaden’s. 

“Fucking staircases with no railings.” you mumbled as you caught your breath almost falling from the third step to the top of the landing onto the landing as you felt a pair of familiar hands touch your shoulder and catch you. “Falling up the stairs now that’s talent Y/N/” Xaden snickered. “Shut up.” You hissed at your brother. 

   “Hey.” He put his hands up in self defense. “Everything ok?” “What’s goi-” Garrick stopped noticing your now scraped knee. His demeanor completely changes into the soft protective Garrick you so much. “What happened. “ He asked, helping you get back on your feet steadily. “She fell going up the stairs.” Xaden smirked. You shot him a look with dagger eyes that could kill. “Let’s get you into our room, little one.” “I have to say falling up the stairs is a talent , especially with you. Are you feeling ok?” He asked, grabbing a piece of scrap fabric you both kept on the desk in case these situations were either of you maybe a little scrapped up. You hissed in pain at the contact. I think it's time.  Kira said softly. 

         “Actually, no.” You sighed and ran your fingers through his curls as he stood up and sat on the bed next to you and pulled you into his chest. “What's wrong, love.” He soothed and kissed the top of your head as you let his strong muscular arms wrap around and create your safe space that you felt so warm in. “I, I’m-” You started to say and suddenly felt nervous to tell him. But knew keeping anything from Garrick would be difficult especially with mated dragons. “It’s I’m, your-” You stumbled trying to find the right words. “Hey. It’s ok you can tell me.” Garrick said soothingly, making comforting circles on your back. “Please don’t get mad and I know the timing is shit.” “Baby girl, whatever you have to say I’m not going to be mad. I promise.” You took a deep breath before sighing and ripping off the band aid. 

           “Imogen dragged me to the healers because I threw up after this morning.” “and?” Garrick questioned. “And Im Pregnant.” You closed your eyes waiting for the disappointment because let's face who wants to get pregnant when you're attending a war college? “I know we are about to graduate and we could get separated for who-.” Garrick cuts off your rambling and places a hand on your stomach, “I’m going to be a father?” He said softly. You nod against his chest, your nervousness almost going away until you can’t help but blurt out: “What do you want to do?” You asked almost completely in tears. 

    “Oh sweety.” Garrick said, completely pulling you into him and holding you tightly. “Why do you even ask such a silly question my sweet love?” “Because we are literally prepping for a fucking war and we have no idea if we are getting placed together or not for our assignments.” You sniffed as your voice was muffled and laden with tears. “Y/N I know the timing isn’t great but we have always had each other and that’s what matters most. That and that I love you.” “I love you too, Gare Bear.” You smiled looking up at him as he leaned down and placed a soft kiss on your lips. “I promise I’m going to be right by your side and I promise we will get through this and start our family whether we have a happy and healthy little boy or girl; no matter what.” Garrick had said his lips were still on top of yours. “Promise with sprinkles?” You could feel Garrick smirk against your lip as you used the promise phrase you Garrick and Xaden had come up with when you were kids. Garrick chuckled “I promise with all the sprinkles ever. Whatever this journey brings, all that matters is that we have each other and a healthy little one at the end of everything.”  You hummed in content in Garrick’s arms, his words reassuring that everything would really be ok in the end.

[mssorceressupreme]

Hi!

Could I please request something? Let me start off by saying, I Love your work, never stop! And please, prioritise your assignments...

But could I request a Minho X Maze C!reader?

The reader meets the gladers with her friends at the beginning of the Scorch Trials, and they are also friends with Aris, since they've been at the way station for a while, and they all plan on breaking out together.

Could I also request that the members of Maze C use slang similar to today? Like cook/ed, eat, slay, lock in, gyatt (unironically), smash, sus, dead ass, bet, and cap. The gladers are confused on their slang and the Maze C peeps are confused abt glader slang.

Idk this just seems so funny, and you write with so much passion and creativity, I just think you'd write this super well!

You can totally ignore this request, or change it up, I really look forward to when you post! Good luck with all your school, assignments and other commitments, please never stop writing, I speak on behalf of all your followers who genuinely love your work!

Stay safe, stay healthy and have a good day ❤️❤️❤️

SLAYYY that’s such a funny prompt I can imagine them being the most gen z gladers ever ngl, I’d love to write this for you love ❤️❤️❤️ Stay healthy and safe too, hope you’re keeping well xx 🫶🏼

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Humour Me

Pairing: Minho x Reader

Summary: you’re a glader from Maze C, who ends up meeting gladers from Maze A with possibly the weirdest slang you’ve heard in your life.

Warnings: none :)) it’s a cute fluffy ish one

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The first time you and your crew met the Gladers was at the beginning of the chaos. The Scorch Trials loomed ahead, but you’d been at the way station long enough to recognise the signs of an inevitable breakout. Aris, your close friend from Maze B, had roped you and your squad from Maze C into the plan to escape together with these newcomers.

You watched as the doors opened, revealing a group of confused and wary boys from Maze A. They filed into the room, looking around with cautious eyes, scanning every corner, every unfamiliar face. One of the boys stood out—a tall, athletic guy with short-cropped black hair and an air of confidence. You’d heard Aris mention him in passing, always with a sense of admiration. "That one’s the runner," Aris had said. "Fast as hell. You’ll like him."

Your crew was chilling at the far end of the room, sprawled across the couches of the only lounge area in the facility, making jokes despite the tense atmosphere. Your friend Gia stretched out, yawning dramatically. “Deadass, if they don’t feed us soon, I’m gonna raid the snack bar. I’m starving.”

“Bet,” another friend, Agnes, responded with a laugh. “I’ll cook up an escape plan once I'm actually fed.”

"Oh they are feeding us well alright..." Freya drooled at the sight of the new Maze A boys.

"Smash." Violet added, "...specifically, the brunette with the blue shirt. For research purposes, I might need to approach him."

"Stop! Guys, we need to lock in! I'm not getting distracted by some newcomers." You asserted.

The Gladers, hearing your conversation, looked at each other in confusion. One of the Gladers with a British accent, leaned over and whispered something to the asian one. You couldn’t hear, but from their expressions, you guessed they had no idea what you were talking about.

Violet stood, approaching them and the others with Aris, offering a friendly smile. "So, you guys ready to break out of this place with us or what?"

You widened your eyes, 'Violet, get back here!' you thought to yourself. Scoffing, you stood up, catching up to Aris and her.

"I'm Violet, that's Y/N, Aris, Agnes and Freya. What brings you guys to the lounge? Us?" Violet chuckled.

The brunette obviously found her charming and responded, "You're pretty straightforward aren't you? Well uh, I'm Thomas. Minho, Newt, Frypan, and Winston. We honestly just came here to relax for a bit..."

"Slay, so did we." You replied.

"Honestly, this place is kinda sus so we're thinking of escaping as soon as we can, we've gyatt to get out of here." Violet teased, noticing that the maze A boys were rather fit, a little too fit not to notice.

Minho, arms crossed, raised an eyebrow. "You talk funny," he said with a hint of amusement. "We heard you guys earlier. What’s 'smash' supposed to mean? You guys trying to attack us or somethin'?"

You blinked, momentarily confused. "It means...uh, they're fond of you guys?"

He shook his head, clearly baffled. "You’ve got some weird lingo."

Aris chuckled beside you. "Yeah, and you guys don’t? ‘Shuckface’? What even is that?" Aris mentioned a few terms he heard the gladers using previously.

Minho’s lips twitched, holding back a laugh. "You wouldn’t get it, greenie."

You rolled your eyes but smiled, finding his teasing kind of charming. "Oh, bet. You think I wouldn’t get it, huh? And what’s ‘greenie’ supposed to mean?"

"It means newbie," Newt piped in from beside Minho. "Someone new to the Glade. First day, all that."

"Sounds odd," you joked, crossing your arms. "Anyway we've got to lock in and find a way out soon."

At that, Minho squinted at you, clearly trying to figure out your slang. "Lock in? You’re making even less sense now."

You laughed, genuinely entertained by the language barrier. "It just means we've got to focus, dude. Gonna use it. Anyway, we’re planning to break out of this place together, right?"

Aris nodded, leaning against the wall. "We’ve been here long enough to know it’s not safe here. They’re hiding something. We need to get out, head for the Scorch."

Minho looked you over for a second, clearly still processing your slang but understanding the urgency. He glanced at Thomas, Newt, and Frypan before locking eyes with you again. "Alright, let’s do it."

"Wait, so you'll form an alliance with us?" Freya beamed, "Slay."

Winston furrowed his brows, "Haven't had to "slay" anything since the glade. You guys need somethings sliced up?"

Agnes chortled, "Man you guys are funny as hell."

"Dude, you guys are the ones just spewing klunk at this point." Frypan laughed.

"Are you hearing yourself?" Agnes retorted.

"Alright shank, at least we'll be the ones breaking you out of this place." Fry continued.

"That's cap. Agnes has already cooked up an escape plan." You defended your gladers.

"Cooked? Where? You know...I was the head chef back in my glade." Fry grinned clearly proud of himself, "Let me know if you need assistance girl."

"Of course, I'll need someone to wash the dishes after I'm done cooking." Agnes was sarcastic, with playful tone.

"She kinda ate with that one." Freya was amused.

"Okay we're all cooked if we don't make a move now. Can we actually get to the planning?" You brought everyone back on track.

"Just don’t use any more of your weird phrases around me greenie." Minho warned, attempting to tease you.

You smirked. "No promises."

[chemiste]

Foresight ~ ch.8

a/n : oof, i’ve been a bad writer! i didn’t update my story for a month, sorry y’all. please stay safe during quarantine and if you go to a protest, wear long sleeves, close toed shoes, nothing with brand logos, gloves and have a MASK!! covid is still here and spreading so be safe :)

masterlist

The jet was beautiful, and you expected nothing less for the rockstar in front of you. 

Everyone had thankfully gotten through the security lines without a flash fan mob (bless sunglasses and big hoodies). Because you were taking a private jet, the group of y’all had to walk out onto the actual terminal and hop on an airport golf cart. Which sucked because it was still slightly dark out at 7am and 18 F/-10 C outside! 

As another cart loaded up your suitcases to put them into the plane, your cart started to drive off towards the plane. 

“Oh, Y/N?” Jeff turned to you has he was the one you sat next to in the flurry of events getting to the jet. 

“Hm?” You looked up from your phone, having been scanning through some of the comments on your latest posts. 

“I got a call from the intern and your extra luggage should be meeting up with us in Sweden.” You let the tension in your shoulders fall away from the good news. 

“Thank you so much, it’ll be great to have a fresh set of clothing to choose from.” He gave you a smile and the cart slowed right in front of the high class air mobile you’d soon be in.

Everyone loaded up and before you realized the wheels had left the ground and you were on your way to Stockholm. Squishing into the comfy window seat you’d claimed, happy to be warm again, you pulled your laptop out of your backpack hoping to get through some pictures from the previous show and check up on your emails.

Harry and the band had dispersed throughout the plane, Sarah and Mitch sitting next to each other with the arm rest up so they could snuggle, Clare in the window chair facing opposite them with her book resting on the shared table between them. H was chatting with Jeff and Hélène in the seats in front of yours.

Ding!

1 New Email : Professor Clemet

Hello Y/N,

In regard to your recent email, I’ve spoken to the administrative board and because of your ‘certain situation’ we’ve decided to grant you impromptu abroad study. Please make sure to keep up with the assignments I post to the college online platform, as there are only a few left I’m sure you’ll have no problem finding a good source for photos.

Best of Luck,

Prof

You did a little fist pump in the air as you finished reading the email. You thanked the stars your teacher was okay with you basically missing the rest of the school year. 

A body plopped down into the chair next to you. “Whatcha so happy ‘bout?” Harry asked. 

“My Professor sorta just told me she knows I’m with The Harry Styles and that she doesn’t live under a rock so its fine that I do school online while we tour.” 

He laughed, hitting his head back on the soft headrest.

 “Well, that’s great news love.”

The rest of the flight was uneventful, basically just a bunch of tired musicians taking the couple hours they had to relax before the hustle started again. 

A perk though was that you were all served a breakfast of toast, fruit, and yogurt. It definitely helped having something on your stomach before you had to brave the cold again. 

As you all piled into the SUV Jeff had rented for time there, you turned to Harry who was sitting next to and offhandedly asked, “When do we get to the Air BnB?” 

He looked at you with a confused expression as the car drove out of the airport.

“Huh what ‘re you—“ 

“Great news everyone, I’ve got a surprise!” Jeff said from the passenger’s seat, Hélène driving and paying attention the GPS on the dock.

“I’ve booked an Air BnB for the nights we’re here! It’s a big house that everyone will get to be hang out together in.”

The band cheered and Harry just chuckled, “That’s still so cool Y/N” he said looking up into your eyes again with a grin.

Jeff kept to his word, the house was big and very pristine.

The ceilings were high and boarded with white wood panels. When you entered the house, the living room was to your left; it had a glass doors instead of windows so you could open them all and walk out onto the wrapped around porch. The were two black couches, a large coffee table, and a fluffy cream rug. 

About 15 feet in front of the door was a staircase to the second floor and them to the left of that the entrance to the kitchen. It had a bar that separated the living room and kitchen but space flowing as you could still see anyone from both rooms. The kitchen had a white marble island, the stove was to the back of the wall, the sink was the left wall under a cute window that had small white shutters. 

To your right at the front door was a large glass dining table that had 8 glossy black chairs. 

On the right side of the staircase was a hall way with a sliding door to cut off the living room from the rest of the house. The nearest door was open to a bathroom and them a few more doors that you concluded were bedrooms.

In conclusion, your jaw may have opened when you entered the home.

“Girls call the upstairs bedrooms!” Sarah yelled out, earning a few groans from the boys and patted up the steps with her suitcase in tow.

You followed her as she turned right at the top, taking the first room to the left. You went to 2nd door and rolled your luggage in. 

It was a lovely room, the theme was a soft pastel purple but not too much that it gave you retirement home vibes. The tall ceiling had purple wood panels, the walls white. The white wooden poster bed was against the right wall, it was laid with a violet duvet and pillows with to small matching nightstand on either side.

The opposing wall had an antique dresser and a tv propped on top. To left was a small closet you guessed and to the right of it there was a sliding door to the en suite (that had a claw foot tub!!!!) and at the back wall were glass balcony doors cover with sheer white curtains. 

The last piece of furniture was a desk on the left side of the balcony doors, set with a lamp and some pens in a mason jar.

You flopped on to the bed after you moved your suitcase to the other side of the bed. You took a couple seconds to yourself before sitting up and taking your boots off and hanging your wool coat in the closet then headed downstairs. 

You heard the guys chatting to each other from their rooms, something about if Chelsea boots were superior to Doc Martins? You shook your head and went into the kitchen, you ran your hand across the sleek island counter. 

Then an idea popped into your head.

What if I cook for everyone tonight?

A smile to hold of you face as a plan started to form in your mind. You pulled your phone out and connected to the wifi at the house (thanks to a little sticky note on the fridge with the router and password) and searched up the stores around and what you could probably scrounge up for 7 hungry people. 

You raced upstairs, wrote the address and your grocery list down on a spare piece of paper with one of the mason jar pens. You changed into jeans and threw on a long sleeve undershirt and then black turtleneck, tucking them into your pants. You slipped your wool coat back on, buttoning it up and tying the belt. You tucked your gloves into the pocket with your phone and wallet. 

As you exited your room and entered the living room, you were met with Sarah, Clare and Harry propped up on the the two couches, watching…

“Is that Twilight?” You asked, a bit of a laugh in your question. 

The brown haired boy turned to you at the sound of your voice, “Yes it is, yo’ve got a problem wit’ it?” 

You shook you head, a smile on your face. “I’m going to the market up the road to pick up fixings for dinner tonight, I thought I could cook for everyone as like a big thank you.” 

Sarah cooed at your happy exclamation, “Thats so sweet Y/N, I’ll think I’ll come with you if that’s okay?” 

You nodded, “The more the merrier!” 

Clare stood up from the couch, “Me too, we’ll make it a girls outing.” 

The girls started chatting and headed up stairs to get ready. You turned to the boy in front of you, now wearing a childish frown. 

“What about me?” He whined, flopping back to starfish the couch. 

“Sorry Styles, your hair needs to pass your shoulders, but since you’ve cut yours your out of the girls squad.” 

He shot up from his seat, giving you a loud hey! as you doubled over laughing. Harry stood up and took his wallet out of his pocket, pulling out a sleek black card and tried to hand it to you. 

“If I can’t come, at least let me pay for the groceries.” 

“Harry no! I can’t let you do that, this is my treat!” 

He thrusted it into your hands, “The treat is you making it, I don’t expect you to pay for 7 peoples worth of food as a college student junebug.” 

You blew a raspberry, knowing he was right. “Fine, thank you.” 

He clasped his hands in front of him and bounced on the balls of his feet like her was a kindergartner showing his mothers the macaroni necklace he made for her, “Not a problem lov’.”

The girls and you found the market easily.

You loaded up with zucchini, squash, some chicken breasts, lime and basil minute rice, and some yams. You grabbed a good bottle of wine as well. 

Clare brought over some croissant and chocolate cookie dough, depositing both into the shopping cart. 

Sarah grabbed cheese and crackers, as well as a tub of vanilla ice-cream. 

The three of you checked out and bags in hand, headed back to the Air BnB. It was great time shopping with them, you felt like you got a bit closer to them both which was nice since besides Hélène (who had opted out of the shopping trip in order to look at photos) you were the only girls in the main traveling group. 

Once back at the house, you unloaded the food, putting it away before slicing up the cheese Sarah had bought. You spread some crackers out onto the chopping board you had been using. 

“Where is everyone else?” 

You asked taking your coat, turtleneck, and boots off, then siting down on the couch next to Sarah and Clare. 

The drummer grabbed a piece of cheese from the board while flipping through channels, “I think everyone is catching up on sleep, taking naps or working through emails, that sort of thing.” 

You hummed and snuggled back into the cushions, watching whatever Sarah had set the tv to. The 3 of you watched a few episodes on HGTV, then stumbled upon The Golden Girls, which had you laughing till you sides hurt, and finally switched to The Prince and Me, commenting throughout the movie on the characters and situations they found themselves in. 

As the credits rolled and the girls decided to turn the tv off and head upstairs to take showers, you checked the time. It was around 5:30, so you got up to start cooking. 

As you marinated and seasoned the chicken, you looked to the stove to see where the timer was and instead saw something else that piqued your interest. 

“Surround sound speakers? Hmm.” You tapped the panel that was on the left of the stove, which lit up and read ‘connect via bluetooth’. You grabbed your phone and hooked it up. 

You scrolled through Spotify, debating what to play. 

An idea popped into your head and you nodded to yourself, then clicked play on your playlist.

Hey, hey, hey, hey

Hey, hey, hey

Hey, hey, hey, hey

Hey, hey, hey

You started singing to yourself, setting the timer once you found it and popping the chicken and yams into the oven. You chopped the freshly washed zucchini and squash, clicking your heels together and bopping your head to the beat. 

Sarah, accompanied by Clare and Hélène, came into the kitchen.

Simmer down, simmer down

They say we're too young now to amount to anything else

But look around

We worked too damn hard for this just to give it up now

If you don't swim, you'll drown

But don't move, honey

You put the knife down and picked up the spatula, using it as a microphone and pointing to Clare.

“You look so perfect standing there

In my American Apparel underwear

And I know now, that I'm so down

Your lipstick stain is a work of art

I got your name tattooed in an arrow heart

And I know now, that I'm so doooooown!”

You sang, twirling her around as she laughed. 

“Hey Y/N, can I pop this wine?” Hélène asked. 

“Go for it.” 

Sarah found some glasses as the resident photographer got the cork popper.

Hey! Hey, hey, hey, hey

Hey, hey, hey

Grabbing a pan and cover, you turned a stove burner on and put the zucchini and squash with a glob of butter plus salt and pepper in to cook. 

The girls sat at the bar, so you came over of the kitchen section to parade around the foyer/living room area.

Let's get out, let's get out

'Cause this deadbeat town's only here just to keep us down

While I was out, I found myself alone just thinking

If I showed up with a plane ticket

And a shiny diamond ring with your name on it

Would you wanna run away too?

'Cause all I really want is you

Before belting, you checked to see if the hallway door was slid closed, thankfully it was so you turned back to your audience and gave the performance of a lifetime.

You look so perfect standing there

In my American Apparel underwear

And I know now, that I'm so down

I made a mix-tape straight out of '94

I've got your ripped skinny jeans lying on the floor

And I know now, that I'm so down

Hey! Hey, hey, hey hey

Hey, hey, hey, hey

You look so perfect standing there

In my American Apparel underwear

And I know now, that I'm so down

Your lipstick stain is a work of art

I got your name tattooed in an arrow heart

And I know now, that I'm so down

During the song, you paused your jamming to see from your peripheral vision the sliding door open. 

A just woken Harry came out in jeans and a t-shirt. 

“Ohmylord, the food smells delicious. What’re you up to?” 

He asked, watching you dance around him. 

You smiled, “We’re singing!”

“Couldn’t you at least be singing one of my songs?” He huffed.

Hey! Hey, hey, hey, hey

Hey, hey, hey, hey

Hey, hey, hey

You look so perfect standing there

In my American Apparel underwear

And I know now, that I'm so down (hey!)

Your lipstick stain is a work of art

You checked on the food, putting your make shift microphone down. 

“Y/N can you turn the volume up for next song?” 

Sarah asked while Harry snatched a sip of her wine. 

“Sure” you said and moved the dial up, making the end of the song louder.

I got your name tattooed in an arrow heart

And I know now, that I'm so down

“I can’t believe you listen to this Y/N, I’d never pegged you as a boy band type of girl.” H laughed. 

You walked back over to the group as the ending notes of the song died out.

“Hopefully something better comes on.” He quipped.

You're insecure

Don't know what for

Everyone froze. 

Harry’s back was to you as he had started for the couch, you were scared he might not be to happy to hear one of his pervious band hits. 

You could see the girls at the bar waiting with baited breath.

You're turning heads when you walk through the door

Don't need make-up to cover up

Being the way that you are is enough

You saw him take a big breath and you immediately started into an apology.

Everyone else in the room can see it

Everyone else but you

“Harry, I’m so sorry I’ll go turn it off—“

“Baby, you light up my world like nobody else

The way that you flip your hair gets me overwhelmed

But when you smile at the ground it ain't hard to tell

You don't know, oooooooh ooooh

You don't know you're beautiful!”

You gawked as Harry bursted into song, all the girls’ shoulder’s sagging in relief. He came dancing over to you, twisting his hips to the song.

If only you saw what I can see

You'll understand why I want you so desperately

Right now I'm looking at you and I can't believe

You don't know, oh oh

You don't know you're beautiful, oh oh

That's what makes you beautiful

You both sang to your hearts content, holding hands and twirling each other underneath your arms.

So co-come on, you got it wrong

To prove I'm right, I put it in a song

I don't know why, you're being shy

And turn away when I look into your eye-eye-eyes

Everyone else in the room can see it

Everyone else but you

Baby, you light up my world like nobody else

The way that you flip your hair gets me overwhelmed

But when you smile at the ground it ain't hard to tell

You don't know, oh oh

You don't know you're beautiful

If only you saw what I can see

You'll understand why I want you so desperately

Right now I'm looking at you and I can't believe

You don't know, oh oh

You don't know you're beautiful, oh oh

That's what makes you beautiful

“Na na na na na na na na na na… Na na na na na na…” He sang into your face with a scrunched nose, making it sound high pitched and squeaky. 

You sang the same thing back to him, the same sort of strange sound coming out of your mouth.

Baby, you light up my world like nobody else

The way that you flip your hair gets me overwhelmed

But when you smile at the ground it ain't hard to tell

(You don't know, oh oh)

You don't know you're beautiful

Harry turned and bounded over the coffee table, hoping up onto it and belting the chorus.

Baby, you light up my world like nobody else

The way that you flip your hair gets me overwhelmed

But when you smile at the ground it ain't hard to tell

You don't know, oh oh

You don't know you're beautiful

Grabbing your phone, you snapped a picture of the crazy rockstar on the table top to post later.

If only you saw what I can see

You'll understand why I want you so desperately

Harry made eye contact and pointed to you dramatically, serenading you with this specific part of the song.

Right now I'm looking at you and I can't believe

You don't know, oh oh

You don't know you're beautiful, oh oh

You don't know you're beautiful, oh oh

That's what makes you beautiful

The song ended and applause erupted in the room, but you both held eye contact, breathing heavily from all the movement. 

It was, strange, it’s like you seeing him in a new light all of a sudden. 

A hand on your shoulder pulled you out of the trance, “That was fantastic! Oh gosh Harry you scared us for a second—“ 

Sarah went onto chat about the band and you shook your head slightly as you walked back to keep cooking.

Whatever that was, it’s over now so don’t dwell on it.

A half hour later, the food was served and the whole group was seated to dig in. You received a few mmm!s and Oh how I’ve missed home cooked meals, suffice to say: they liked it.

After plates were half empty, people started to chat a bit more, taking their time to finish. 

“So Y/N, We about your crazy powers, can you tell us a bit more about you?” 

Clare asked. You eagerly nodded and patted your mouth with the napkin before starting.

“Well, I’m in my senior year at NYU, studying Photography & Media Arts with a minor in Creative Writing.” 

“That’s so cool! NYU?” Sarah commented. 

You nodded and took a sip of water, “Ya, moved to Larchmont as a kid and got residency in New York and then worked my butt off to send a good portfolio in. But some miracle that accepted it and I got a scholarship on top of it which, not gonna lie, I bursted into tears on the subway when I read the email.” 

Jeff scoffed, “I bet the superstar across the table couldn’t get into community college now if he tried.” 

The table laughed at Jeff’s nudge to Harry and the offended expression he wore. 

“Hey, I think I’d do pretty well! Even NYU!” 

“Oh my Harry darling,” 

You leaned on the table to get a bit closer, 

“No Gucci loafers aloud.” 

The group bursted into laughter as they watched Harry’s antics of waving his arms around in an X shape and mouthing NO. 

You continued, 

“I’m afraid you’d either get eaten alive by the business majors or absorbed into the philosophy department and never talk to anyone else again.”

The boys offered to clean up after which you were grateful for. 

You took a shower and changed into new pjs!!! As your suitcases had been delivered to the house from the flight they came over on. 

You came down the stairs in your dark navy long sleeve and legged satin ensemble (don’t forget the fuzzy socks!) to see what everyone was up to. 

The dishes were done and care was busy making the cookies she had bought.

 You flopped down next to H, it was like second nature for the both of you; while he watched Clueless he opened an arm up for you and you snuggled down into his side, propping you phone up on his stomach to post the picture you’d taken. 

“What do you think?” You held the phone up to his face.

“I look good, post it.”  You nudged him with you shoulder and smiled. 

You did have to admit, he did look good.

The concert was amazing, of course. 

You were sad to be leaving the Air BnB, but alas you had to go. 

Jeff and Mitch loaded the last of the luggage into the SUV and you all climbed in at the early time of 5:30 to get to the tour bus that was still parked at the arena.

“Bye Stockholm.” 

You whispered as you looked out the window of your bunk bed in the tour bus, inner curtain closed and ready to sleep again. 

You took one more glance, and then closed the window curtain.

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