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f1rstb0rn-auth0r · 9 months ago

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Ideas for future Spidey movies

Posted: February 19th, 2024 Edited: February 20th, 2024

Just saw Madame Web and now I'm thinking Spider-Man so... here we go!

Tobey Maguire's Spider-Man

Takes place after he returns to his universe. Otto is still dead, because he sacrifices himself to stop the machine. Sandman is no longer sand however, so there's that. Norman goes into a coma because he has a better reaction time to the glider, Harry still dies because he blames Spider-Man.

He comes back, MJ is pregnant with Maybelle and this kid named Miles Morales was bitten by a spider while he was away. So he starts mentoring Miles while MJ's ex-fiance, John Jameson returns back from space, again.

This Man-Wolf starts terrorizing the city, J. Jonah Jameson proclaims it's Spider-Man's long lost brother as new employee Ned Leeds flirts with Betty Brant.

Shocker will be in there as well, but more as a minor villain.

Near the end of the movie, after it's revealed Man-Wolf is John Jameson, Peter and Miles defeats him and Jameson blames them for what happened to his son.

Maybelle is born at the end of the movie.

Two end credit scenes. First one has it revealed Oscorp is being currently ran by Liz Allan, who is the mother of Harry Osborn's son, Normie, as she waits for him to be old enough to take over the business. Second one has Norman is a hospital bed looking into the sightings of Carnage.

Andrew Garfield's Spider-Man

Gwen's still dead and Max is in therapy because he tried to help Peter save her but failed.

Now, I'm hoping Sony confirms Morbius, Venom, and TASM take place in the same universe. Because with that, Eddie and Venom will know who Spider-Man is now, and they can go after him.

So, setting the scene, Peter works for the Daily Bulge selling photos of Spider-Man, recently he's been having troubles with Black Cat and now this big-shot from San Francisco comes in and is out for his job.

Also, we still don't get MJ. Peter's endgame after Gwen is gonna be Felicia Hardy. Also, depending if Andrew could convince Sony, Peter is bisexual. And there's be an newspaper shown with the headline; "Spider-Man caught flirting with the Human Torch?!"

Anyway, Black Cat realizing Venom's intention with Spider-Man, seeks help from Harry Osborn, breaking him out of prison. Harry ultimately does help Spider-Man through and through so he won't have to go back to prison and afterwards Eddie and Venom go into hiding.

End of the movie it's shown with Harry, along side Vulture and Morbius and (depending how the movie goes) Kraven the Hunter approaching Eddie and Venom about a Sinister Six. Eddie will make a remark about how there's technically five because he and Venom are one, and Venom will be doing the fighting. Then it's revealed the Sixth member is Mister Negative.

Now, I would want the end credit scene to be of the Jackal and the spider-clones, but I feel as if unless Sony plans to expand this universe, they'd save that for the MCU. So the end credit scene will reveal the Doctor Octopus, a former employee of Oscorp, plotting for the Superior Spider-Man arc.

Tom Holland's Spider-Man

Now, this is gonna be a long one since we're confirmed for another trilogy.

I'm gonna be honest, I haven't seen Morbius, I'm only using the knowledge I've seen online for this, but if Vulture has been transported to another universe because of the spell, I wholeheartedly believe the same thing would've happened to other characters.

For example, the Osborn's and Oscorp. The spell has made it as if Oscorp and the Osborn family has always existed within the MCU.

So, Peter is in college now, attending State Empire University, his roommate is Harry Osborn and his partner is some classes is Gwen Stacy. Peter does befriend them, but he is hesitant because of the whole No Way Home deal. He remember's how Peter-3 mentioned his Gwen died and all that stuff. But he decides to not judge what happens to his variants because every universe is different, right?

Well, he gets an internship at Oscorp, directly under Norman Osborn himself. And like in every other universe before Norman realizes Peter is Spider-Man, Norman adores Peter. He says all the crap of "oh, I wish you were my son." I wouldn't be surprised if Kevin Feige had the comment "if you're gay, marry my son" thrown in there.

Anyway, I do believe they'll try for a more Web-Warriors kinda deal in the MCU. But I don't think the first other Spider will be Miles Morales.

Alongside getting the internship at Oscorp, Peter gets a freelance job for the Daily Bulge, selling photos of you-know-who to J. Jonah Jameson, who is fawning over his son going to the moon which Peter pretends to be impressed. Betty Brant is working there as well which makes Peter nervous.

Now, here me out, Jameson's niece, Mattie Franklin becomes Spider-Woman. And I'm not suggesting that as a way as we need a female Spider-Man in the MCU, I'm suggesting it in a way as how fucking hysterical that will be.

Miss. Gurl overheard her daddy talking to Norman Osborn, knocked her daddy out, take his place during a ritual and gained superpowers.

And I still haven't mentioned who the villain will be. Now, I would say Kingpin, but I haven't seen Echo yet so I don't know his outcome and I don't know if Kingpin will be a villain in Daredevil: Reborn Again. So, Tombstone. He's rising to power, taking Kingpin's place as a criminal overlord or whatever. And like how it's done in Spectacular Spider-Man, he offers Spidey a job working for him, fighting who he says to fight and ignoring what he says to ignore.

Well, Peter, who is training like, fifteen year old Mattie, says no. Not liking this, Tombstone hires Chameleon to ruin Spidey's name even more, mind you, he's still being framed for Mysterio.

Chameleon does some awful shit, pretending to be Spider-Man, and Norman Osborn doesn't like this, and Peter being on high alert, afraid Norman will turn into the Green Goblin, doesn't realize Norman was actually turning his own son, Harry into the Green Goblin.

But it's more or less hinted throughout the movie, we don't see Harry as the Green Goblin until the second movie. The movie ends with Peter and Mattie taking down Tombstone and Chameleon, but only Chameleon gets arrested because Tombstone has bribed the NYPD.

The end credit scene will reveal Ned and MJ remember everything that they went through with Peter, but he was masked the entire time. So MJ thinks she's dating Spider-Man while Ned believes he's Spider-Man best friend, which were once true but Peter, not wanting to ruin their lives, has moved on is now best friends with Harry and is crushing on Gwen.

The second movie starts with Nick Fury talking to a girl slightly younger than Peter. At the end of the conversation, the girl states she has been having dreams about a boy (Peter) and believes him to be her older brother due to the dreams including Aunt May. Before revealing herself to be Teresa Parker.

Now, I should mention, Mattie's not really in the movie as John Jameson will be making his way back to Earth during this time. It will be mentioned in Easter Eggs across the film. And family is busy preparing for his return.

Peter's dating Gwen now and Harry's going out with a model- who is Liz Allan. Peter is friends with Robbie Robertson's son, Randy who is dating Sally Avril and the six are friends. Although, Sally has a tendency to pick on Peter.

Liz suddenly states she's pregnant, and not wanting to be a father, Harry panics and runs off. The same night, Liz Allan is murdered.

Sally, of course, blames Harry, stating he killed her but Gwen vouches for him, stating Harry called her last night, saying he felt dizzy before passing out on the call. She would state she called Norman, and Norman watched over his son while he was out.

Sally calls bullshit.

Peter, devastated, investigates the murder of Liz Allan. He'll try to go to Adrian Toomes for help, only to learn Adrian Toomes has "escaped" prison a year ago.

Not knowing what to do, he turns to Daredevil, who agrees to help him investigate by calling up Jessica Jones. (Now, in the comics, Jessica and Peter were classmates and Jessica had a crush on Peter. But I'm going off the Defenders saga here, so leave me alone). Jessica doesn't really do anything as a hero in the movie, she just investigates, similar to how Matt Murdock was only a lawyer in No Way Home and wasn't Daredevil until She-Hulk.

Now, Peter assuming it was Norman, tells Daredevil and Jessica but he couldn't provide why he was so certain it was him so they tell him that's just a dead-end.

Meanwhile, Harry is going crazy. And in going crazy, he realizes Norman has been drugging him using the goblin serums, so he attacks Norman. During the attack, he comes to the realization that Peter is Spider-Man and assuming Peter is the only one who can help him, he kidnaps Gwen as Green Goblin in order to draw Peter's attention.

However, it's revealed any and all crimes the Green Goblin committed, he didn't actually commit, and instead Tombstone, working with Norman, did. And everything Harry thought he did was just nightmares the serum was giving him.

When Peter states he can't stop what the serum is doing to Harry without proper research, Harry panics because the nightmares will turn into a reality soon if nothing can stop them, and within his panicked state, he drops Gwen.

Peter gets shot in the leg by Tombstone before he could jump to save her, so he shoots a web instead. It catches her before she hits the ground, but whiplash is a thing.

And voila, MCU Gwen Stacy meets the same fate as TASM Gwen Stacy. Leaving Peter more devastated then ever as Harry absolutely loses his mind. And he runs away, just as Daredevil arrives to the party and knocks Tombstone out, while also stopping Peter from killing him.

The movie ends at Gwen Stacy's funeral as Sally is determine to kill Harry Osborn. At the funeral, Teresa does approach Peter, claiming to be his lost sister and that's how the movie ends.

We do get two end credit scenes though. Nothing to do with Ned and MJ however.

First of all, we see Harry leaving a therapy session with Doc Samson before getting confronted by the Venom Symbiote that was left behind.

Second, we see Professor Miles Warren, a pedophile, who is devastated by the lost of his student he didn't get to assault, Gwen Stacy. So, with the example of Spider-Man's DNA, he had started the process of cloning Peter Parker.

The third movie starts out with Peter having coffee with his presume sister, Teresa. She explains that they're parents were S.H.I.E.L.D. agents killed by HYDRA, and she was born just before HYDRA killed them by hijacking the plane. When Peter asks why Fury didn't tell him, Teresa questions why Fury would tell him that if they never met before revealing Fury only arrived back on Earth a year ago, and the "Fury" stepping in was a Skrull, confusing Peter.

Now, this would be the movie where we finally get to see MJ and Ned fully again. As in, Ned got a job at the Daily Bulge and has been really interested in becoming Peter's friend.

But after everything, despite his longing to be friends again, Peter figures he can't befriend Ned or fall in love with MJ again.

Now, MJ being MJ, will realize Ned's new coworker is Spider-Man easily. Simply because she has came to the conclusion Spider-Man no longer trusts people and with that, there's no other way Peter could get the photos he gets of Spider-Man.

She will confront him, and he'll break down, revealing everything to her. She'll comfort him, telling him everything will be okay. Now, if this was comic Mary-Jane, she would've slapped him and told Ned, causing him to become the Hobgoblin. But this is MCU Michelle Jones, so she doesn't and Ned will not become the Hobgoblin until the next Tom Holland's Spider-Man trilogy.

Instead, we get Harry Osborn back as Venom. Now, Venom, presumingly being the same as Tom Hardy's Venom, has probably realized what Norman Osborn has done. And is full-on targeting him. Hey, Venom might want Spidey, but he hates toxic daddies.

However, we would be getting our very first live action version of Sally Avril's Bluebird. Now, I don't know anything about Bluebird, just being honest. But I do believe, with the murder of Liz Allan, she will attempt to kill Harry Osborn.

Now, Bluebird and Venom are going all out against each other while Norman Osborn watches, fucking drinking tea. Mattie will make her return as Spider-Woman, and now being either sixteen or seventeen, with still little experience, she'll fail miserably before getting unmasked and killed by a clone of Spider-Man while Spider-Man arrives.

This sends everyone into a shock. Doctor Strange will make a cameo where he just turns the TV off and states he needs to go to bed.

Spider-Man, Bluebird, and Venom did not like the idea of a sixteen-seventeen year old getting murdered by a clone and team-up to fight the clone while John Jameson's Man-Wolf instincts kick in at the death of his cousin on live television and generally, as Man-Wolf, he doesn't know who the fuck to blame, so he attacks them all, and wins.

Spider-Clone goes back to Miles Warren while Spider-Man, Bluebird, and Venom take cover at MJ's place.

Peter and Sally are shocked to discover each other's identity. And Harry breaks down, explaining everything. Peter and Sally do not trust him, but MJ threatens them so they allow him a second chance but don't allow him to help which Harry agrees too.

The final battles goes with Peter taking down his clone while Sally arrests Norman with the help of Teresa.

The movies ends with She-Hulk making an appearance talking to Man-Wolf. Harry, now going by Agent Venom is getting training by Peter. And Sally makes friends with MJ, Ned, and Betty.

We get the end credit scene of the Spider-Clone running away from Miles Warren and taking up the name of Ben Reilly.

Now, depending on the events of Kang Dynasty and Secret Wars, we would get a third trilogy based off of the Clone Saga. We'd probably get it where Tom Holland doesn't or can't act in one of the movies so Ben Reilly becomes Spider-Man for a movie, we'd get Kaine Parker and see him fight with Ben. I'd personally like it if we get Jessica Drew as Jessica Parker instead, y'know like Ultimate Spider-Man (comics), and we'd get Mattie Franklin revived. And within the Clone Saga, we'd get a bunch of other Spider-folks along with superheroes that more or less only Spider-Man comics.

#marvel #ultimate spider man #spider man #sony #spider woman #peter parker #mcu #tasm peter parker #raimiverse

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niiallhoran · 2 months ago

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jenncrkendall · 2 months ago

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spermeboy · 4 months ago

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haileyholland · 9 months ago

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hollywoodfamerp · 1 year ago

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Hotel Adlon Kempinski

In the heart of Berlin, facing the Brandenburg Gate and only a few steps from the government district, you will find the legendary five-star luxury Hotel Adlon Kempinski Berlin. A total of 385 elegant rooms and suites, 3 top-tier restaurants, including Lorenz Adlon Esszimmer, which has been awarded with 2 Michelin stars, and a spacious spa meet the highest demands of every guest!

Under the cut is the roommates list. Couples have been roomed together and everyone else was randomized by a generator. If you have been roomed with another fc that you play, please message us politely and we will fix it asap! Roommates are subject to change due to unfollows, follows, activity check etc. so please like this post to keep up to date on any changes.

UPDATED 9/27 @ 7:20 PM EST

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Kim Jisoo - Christian Yu

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rpgadverts · 2 years ago

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faefictions · 6 years ago

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The Kids From Yesterday | 2

Pairing: Harrison Osterfield x Reader

Word Count: 2,940

Summary: roadtrip au

Tags:

@smilexcaptainx @artsycth @rose-marys-love @chonisberonica @5sos-wdw @chloe-geoghegan1 @spiderlingsweb @embrace-themagic @staringmoony @fanficparker @eyesinconsellations @otheenglishsetters

(let me know if you would like to be tagged when I update!)

The next morning, you woke up with a headache. You didn’t remember coming back to the hotel the night before, but you did remember having the time of your life with your friends at the bar.

The rest of the boys were awake and watching something on television. Harrison was sitting up in bed next to you, and the second you saw him, you knew he didn’t get much sleep. The bags under his eyes were darker than you had seen them in a long time, but your worry melted away when his smile crinkled up his under-eyes.

“Good morning, sleepyhead,” he said. You groaned in response and pulled the sheets over your head to shield your eyes from the sunlight.

Tom had called for room service and ordered everyone breakfast. You were lucky enough to wake up a few minutes before it got there.

After you were all finished eating, you packed up your few belongings and brought them to the car to finish the drive to your new apartment. The dread in your stomach made you move slowly, but you knew that no matter how slow you took your steps, you would be in Adam’s arms by nightfall.

As you waited for the rest of the boys to finish bringing their things to the car, Harrison pulled you aside.

“Hey, you don’t happen to remember the walk home last night, do you?”

“Oh god, what did I do?”

“Nothing,” he chuckled.

“You wouldn’t have asked if it was nothing.”

“You got me there. It was nothing though, you just got a little upset and I carried you home. You wouldn’t tell me what was going on though, so I was just going to ask if there was something you wanted to talk about.”

He of course was lying, but he wanted to present the chance for you to tell him about your feelings about the move and Adam while you were sober.

“Oh, well that’s not as bad as you led me to think. But I’m sure I was just emotional drunk. You know how I can get,” You lied right back.

You knew exactly why you had been upset. You thanked your brain for not letting the truth slip through your loose, intoxicated lips. The last thing you wanted was to let anyone know about that dread in the last stretch.

Harrison just sadly nodded at your reply and went to grab his belongings. You were too focused on the fact that you had almost blew it to notice his change in demeanor.

The five of you made your way into the car and set off. The atmosphere felt a lot heavier than the day before. The windows were still down, and the music was just as loud, but no one was singing along anymore.

Each of you were secretly praying for some kind of halt to the journey. None of you wanted to let go.

The boys had one more stop planned, and that helped them cheer up a little. It was initially Harry’s idea to ask you to model for him one last time back home. He was going to bring you to one of the spots that he had always wanted to shoot, but the other boys talked him out of it. They said that they would find a better spot along their route for him to stop and take pictures of you. They had said that if he didn’t approve of the spot beforehand, then they would forget about it and he could go on with his original plan, but the second he saw what they had found, he forgot his plan altogether.

When the car pulled over to the side of the road, you were looking down at your phone. Adam had been texting you all morning, sending you photos of your apartment and asking when you thought you were going to arrive. You, of course, hadn’t had the heart to reply. You were doing your best to pretend like the move wasn’t happening. When you felt the car jerk to a stop, you finally looked up, and the sight before you was enough to make you gasp out an “Oh my god”. You had pulled up to a large field of flowers that stretched farther than you could see in almost every direction. The flowers were all bright and sectioned off in blocks by color. It was a rainbow like you had never seen.

“You like it?” one of the boys asked, but you were too amazed to respond. Sam got out of the car, allowing you to crawl out as well. You didn’t wait for anyone else as you approached the field. You were too enamored with the sight of the field to notice the boys behind you. Tom was taking full credit for finding the field while Sam helped Harry find all of the equipment that he had packed into the back of the car for this moment. Harrison, however, was busy looking at you. He knew you were too busy admiring the field to turn around and catch him staring, so he let himself truly soak you in. Your smile and wide eyes made his heart swell. The night before, he was happy to see you having a good time again, but he had never seen you this excited about anything. He had to force himself to look away when you shot around and ran back to them.

You were rapid firing questions to all of them, asking how they had found this place, what you were doing there, and how long you could stay. Tom ended up trying to answer all of your questions, but when he told you that they had brought you there to model for Harry, you attention turned to your former roommate.

“You should have told me, dipshit! I would have worn something better than this,” you exclaimed, gesturing towards your casual shorts and t-shirt.

“Y/n, we literally have your entire wardrobe packed into the back of the car, you are perfectly capable of changing in the backseat.”

“I hate you,” you chuckled, but wrapped Harry in a hug anyway. You were too happy to hate him.

You searched for one of your bags while the boys helped Harry find his camera bag. You found both bags at the same time, and as you searched for the dress you wanted to wear, Harry ventured off to find the spots with the best lighting and angles.

You jumped into the backseat and changed from your shorts and shirt into the sundress. Luckily the windows were tinted, so if anyone was around, they weren’t able to see you change through the windows, not that anyone was around anyway.

You exited the back seat and made sure your dress looked fine before you caught up with the rest of the group. Harry was quick to guide you to the first spot he had chosen, and Sam took the role of his grip, making sure reflectors were in place to get the best shot.

You hadn’t had any experience with real modeling, but that didn’t stop Harry from using you as one of his go to models. That was how you had initially gotten closer to Harrison. You had met him a few times through Tom, but you hadn’t spent any real time with him until the first photoshoot that Harry asked you and Harrison to do for him. That was also the first time you really realized how handsome Harrison was. Of course he was dressed for a photoshoot, and his poses were helping his appeal, but for a few months after that first shoot, you had to hide how flustered he would make you each time he would come around.

Little did you know, Harrison was thinking about that first shoot as he watched you dance around in the flowers. He fell for you just as you had fallen for him. He had always thought you were adorable, but he didn’t realize how beautiful he thought you were until that first shoot. You were wearing the same dress in that field as you did in that first shoot, and it made him wish he could go back in time. He tried to remain in the moment, he tried to keep a smile on his face, but watching you made him wish that he had gotten a chance with you before you had fallen for Adam. He knew there was nothing he could do about it anymore, but he wanted nothing more than to belong to you.

The five of you spent a couple hours in the fields of flowers. You had gotten tired of modeling, but Harry wanted to get some shots of just the flowers.

After the second hour, it was evident how exhausted everyone was, but no one would admit it. Once you were done with that stop, there was nothing else between you and your new home. The dread of the inevitable wasn’t enough to keep you there forever though. As the sun began to get lower in the sky, Tom had reluctantly suggested that you guys head back to the car. You still had to unpack all of your things from the car into the apartment, and the boys were going to try to make the entire drive back over night, although you had insisted that they just stay the night with you.

Dejectedly, you all made your way back to the car. Harry’s bags were stuffed back into their place, and you all packed into the car. Once you all had your seatbelts on, Harrison started the car, or tried to at least. The engine made a pathetic whirring sound, but it wouldn’t turn over.

Harrison cursed under his breath and continued to try for another minute, but the sounds just keep getting worse. “Want me to call a tow truck?” you asked from the backseat. Harrison didn’t want to admit defeat, but his frustration was rising. He tried to start it one more time, and you put your hand on his arm to tell him to not worry about it. He melted a little into your touch, but you suddenly had a great idea and your touch disappeared as your arm shot away from him in excitement.

“Everyone out,” you commanded with a huge smile on your face. Tension and annoyance were still heavy in the atmosphere, but you weren’t going to let it stay that way. Once you were able to get out of the door, you went around to the back of the car and grabbed your picnic blanket and spread it out on a patch of grass.

“I’ll call for a tow truck in a second, but first, we appreciate nature.”

“Y/n, that’s what we’ve been doing for the past 3 hours,” Harry sighed.

“No, we’ve been walking through a field for 3 hours, but now we’re going to sit, there’s a difference you div.”

The boys all sat on the blanket as you instructed and faced the field. It wasn’t late enough to watch a sunset, but the sun was low enough in the sky to turn the atmosphere golden around the flowers. It was beautiful, and you wouldn’t have been able to see it while in the field. You had to take a step back to really admire it.

You sat in-between Harry and Harrison, resting your head on Harrison’s shoulder as you admired the flowers. You decided to pull out your phone and call the truck so you weren’t stuck there for too long. You grabbed your phone out of your pocket, and your stomach churned at the sight of the notifications on your screen. There were 6 missed calls from Adam and 15 texts. He was never like that, but from the looks of the last few texts, you knew it wasn’t an emergency so you ignored it.

Harrison had seen your notifications as well, and was surprised to see you ignore them and carry on to search for the number for a tow truck like Adam didn’t exist. It wasn’t like you to ignore someone like that, especially not your boyfriend. He had been worried about you since the interaction the night before, and this didn’t help that. He knew something really had to be wrong for you to flat out ignore him.

When you called for the tow truck, they said they would be there in 15 minutes, and that they were going to send out a second truck so they could bring everyone to the shop. After you told the boys, the rest of the wait was spent in silence, admiring the field in front of you.

When the trucks arrived, you watched as they hitched Harrison’s car before you got into one of the trucks with Harry. Within 15 minutes, you were sat in the shop as they worked on the car. They said it would be an easy fix and you should be out of there in an hour or two.

This had been the delay that you had been hoping for, there was no way you were going to be able to make it to Adam that night. You were going to be with your friends for one more night, and you had never been more thankful for a shitty car.

The five of you sat waiting, making terrible jokes to pass the time. Tom had found a hotel not far from the shop for you guys to stay the night, but you had forgotten to inform Adam of the delay. It would have completely escaped your mind if he hadn’t have called while you were sitting there.

Your phone began to buzz in your lap, and you ignored it on instinct, but Harrison noticed.

“Your phone’s ringing,” he pointed out, making you snap into reality. You looked down to see Adam’s contact information on the screen. Now that someone else’s attention was on it, you couldn’t exactly ignore the call, so you cursed under your breath before you excused yourself to take the call outside.

“Where are you? I’ve been calling for hours,” Adam began, worriedly without so much as a hello as soon as you hit the answer button.

“Hey, Adam, sorry. The car broke down and we’re in the shop right now. I don’t think we’re going to make it tonight.”

“Well, I could come get you. Just need to tell me where you are.”

“That’s really not necessary. I can just finish the drive tomorrow.”

“Will you though?”

His voice suddenly sounded colder than you had ever heard it, more accusing than you had ever been spoken to. It caught you completely off-guard.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, is this really about the car?”

“What do you want me to walk the rest of the way?”

“Picking you up would be no hassle, so why don’t you want me to?”

“Adam, all I’m saying is that there was an unexpected delay. One night isn’t the end of the world.”

“First it was the lease, then it was this idiotic road trip with your idiot friends, now it’s the car, so what is it going to be tomorrow? Are you going to get lost in town? You’re putting off coming, y/n.”

“And why would I be doing that?”

You knew he was right, but there was no way you were going to let him have that satisfaction.

“I don’t know, why don’t you tell me.”

“It’s not what I’m doing, so I couldn’t tell you.”

“Whatever, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

With that, Adam hung up. He had never done so without saying he loved you first. That wasn’t what upset you most though. He had never liked your friends, but he had never insulted them. He had suggested you not do certain things with them, or to stay with him instead of going out with them some nights, but he had never called them idiots. And the fact that he was accusing you of not wanting to come upset you too, although deep down, you knew he was right. You were ready to angry cry, but before you could even react to the phone call, Harrison opened the door behind you.

“Hey, everything alright?”

He had seen your facial expression through the window while the rest of the boys were distracted, and he almost wished he hadn’t looked. You looked broken, and he couldn’t stay put. It took all of his strength to not run out and hug you. Instead, he calmly made his way out to check on you.

“Everything’s fine, why?”

“You, uhm, looked pretty upset on the phone.”

“Oh, that. Yeah, Adam is just a little annoyed that I won’t be there tonight, but it’s not a big deal.”

He nodded, but you didn’t see because you were doing your best to avoid eye contact. You were afraid you would cry if you looked up, and the last thing you wanted in that moment was for Harrison to see you cry.

“Do you need a hug?” he asked, still not convinced that anything was ok in the moment.

“I don’t need one, but I could never pass up a hug from you,” you giggled. He smiled and wrapped you in the tightest hug he could muster. He was less worried with you in his arms.

In that moment, he decided that he wasn’t going to waste one more second of what little time he had left with you. He came up with a plan on how to make it a night you would never forget. You both needed it.

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alltoowelltom · 3 years ago

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Tour (T.H. Social Media Fic)

tom holland x singer!reader

summary: tom & co. hyping up singer!reader as she goes on tour with her band

notes:

☆ reader here is a member of little mix, i used jade thirlwall as face claim

☆ i was inspired by and want to give credit to the little mix member!reader ‘Baby on the way’ series, I seriously recommend checking it out here <3

・°☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・°☆・°☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・

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y/ninstagram ☑️ : tour screens for the LM5 tour 👀 ...

leighannelasagne: Y/N OH MY GOD

y/nslovey: I’M COMING TO SEE YOU IN LONDON 😍

tomholland2013 ☑️ : 🤤🤤

lmstan13: y/n looking HOT as per usual

spideyy/n: when does the tour start ??

↪️ y/ninstagram☑️: september!

↪️ spideyy/n: OH MY GOD SHE REPLIED THAT'S IT I'M GETTING TICKETS

tuwaine ☑️: 🔥 🔥 🔥

jadethirlwall☑️: so excited for this one 😩

tomsparker: don't you just love when women 🥰

mtv ☑️: LOOOVE

wasabimixer: i love you sm

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y/ninstagram☑️: and it begins !

y/nmixer: BRING BACK THE TOUR DIARIES OR ELSE

↪️ y/ninstagram☑️: 👀🤫

↪️hollandy/n: holy shit what does that mean ??

hatchiandharvey: QUEEN ❤️

harryholland64☑️: nice photo

tomholland2013☑️: my girl is gonna smash it 😌

glorydayz11: ❤️❤️❤️

nikkihollandphotography: good luck darling x

↪️y/nssalute: this is so sweet 🥺

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y/ninstagram☑️: London you were incredible! what a way to kick off the lm5 tour 🥺

jadesmagic: I WAS THERE ❤️❤️❤️

hollandmix: The show looks so good I wish I could go

tomholland2013☑️: ABSOLUTELY KILLED IT DARLING

powermv: Y/N you were so good !!

leighannepinnock☑️: 💗

perriexox: their best tour yet 😭

y/nmixer: y/n's high note in power?? iconic

liked by y/ninstagram, tomholland2013, tuwaine, and 3,216,835 others

hazosterfield☑️: saw @littlemix's show tonight, it was incredible! by far the best show I've ever been to

y/ninstagram ☑️: thanks for coming guys x

↪️ hazosterfield: thanks for the free vip tickets 😏

perrieleelee: so cute 😭

jadeamelia22: Tom's face 🥺🥺🥺

petersy/n: I THOUGHT I SAW YOU OH MY GOD @y/nsheel I TOLD YOU I SAW THEM

↪️ y/nsheel: OH FUCK THEY WERE RIGHT NEXT TO US

etmixer2011: the way he looks at her like she created the sun or something 😭😭

harryholland64☑️: @tomholland2013 whipped.

↪️samholland1999: whipped.

↪️paddyholland2004: whipped.

↪️tuwaine☑️: whipped.

↪️y/ninstagram ☑️: yeah, whipped 😌

↪️tomholland2013: @y/ninstagram 😌😘

liked by y/ninstagram, nikkihollandphotography, hazosterfield, and 9,255, 787 others

tomholland2013☑️: so proud of my girl! @y/ninstagram, you are one of the strongest women i know and it fills me with joy to see you live out your dreams on stage. i am so lucky to be able to call you mine ❤️

📸: @harryholland64

tuwaine☑️: she looks so done with your shit mate

y/ninstagram☑️: 🥺i love you

↪️tomholland2013: i love you more

hollandinc: NOBODY TOUCH ME

zendaya ☑️: Queen 😍

y/n4life: this is so soft 😭

jadesmotivate: crying and throwing up 🥺

harryholland64 ☑️: photo creds ??🖕

↪️tomholland2013: added🖕

lifeisaloha☑️: if looks could kill...

nikkihollandphotography: Gorgeous! ❤️

perriesnoodles: where do i get a tom holland

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americaswritings · 3 years ago

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By your side

Warnings: angst, feeling low, fluff in the end

Request: “Hiiii!!! Could I request a Tom fic with reader living with the boys and one day she’s just kinda off and a little more snappy? Like she just started feeling bad out of no where but Tom can tell and doesn’t even say anything just walking to her and hugging her, knowing she loves physical touch with him :) maybe them just cuddling a while and her still snappy at the other boys but while still being all cuddly to him.”

Words: 2k

Pairing: Tom Holland x roommate!reader

A/N: This was requested. I hope you enjoy :) Also I still can’t get over how good Tom looks in Uncharted. He’s just *che’s kiss*

Please talk to people you trust about your feelings. Botteling them up won’t help, it will only make it worse. Don’t be scared to be vulnerable. Allow yourself to feel what you have to feel and open up about it to someone. It will help, trust me. I believe in you! xx

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You had woken up feeling off.

Living with Tom, his brothers and Harrison had been one of the best decisions you have ever made. Your days were filled with laughter, smiles and jokes. They distracted you from the hard reality, the parts of your life that felt like a mess.

For a while you could escape your habits of overthinking and doubting yourself, could forget your worries and dismiss your struggles.

But it seemed you couldn’t pretend with yourself forever, the reality of your life eventually catching up with you.

Yet you were taken by surprise as you woke up feeling on edge.

You didn’t know what caused your change in mood, making you irritable and annoyed by even the smallest of things. You felt bad for the boys, seeing the surprise and shock in their eyes as you snapped at them for leaving the dishes pile up or the window open for too long.

It wasn’t their fault you felt like this and deep inside you felt guilty for being so harsh, but you couldn’t stop. You weren’t able to push your feelings aside and put on a smile.

Sometimes feelings demanded to be felt.

You were relieved when the boys announced they were going out to play golf. You had never seen the thrill of the sport, only tagging along them sometimes when you didn’t have anything else to do. You doubted that being alone would make you feel better, but at least they wouldn’t be at the receiving end of your attitude anymore.

Hearing a knock on your door, you lifted your head. When you took your eyes off the phone in your hands you saw Tom carefully entering the room. “Hey.” His voice was soft, a glint of concern visible in his eyes as he leaned against the doorframe. You could see the hesitation in his movements, afraid to upset you. “Everything okay?”

You melted under his worried gaze for a moment, his caring words sparking something deeply inside of you, but the irritation returned only a second later. Crossing your arms over your chest in your own defence, you eyed him with a little frown on you face. “I’m fine.”

Your voice wasn’t harsh but sharp enough for you to flinch at yourself on the inside. You knew Tom didn’t deserve your cold behaviour, but you didn’t seem able to stop yourself, as if a part of you longed for the hurt that came with it.

“Okaaay.” Tom dragged out the word, seemingly not convinced but knowing not to push further. “The boys and I are leaving now. We will be back in 2 hours or so.”

His gaze flickered to the ground for a moment, as if he couldn’t bear to look at your harsh expression any longer before he found your gaze again. “Look I-” “Tom? Mate, you’re coming?”

Harry’s voice interrupted whatever Tom had wanted to say, causing him to tense as he turned to the hallway. “On my way”, he yelled back, shifting as he looked back at you.

“Call me if you need anything.” He held up his phone to emphasize his words, waiting for you to nod before leaving.

When the front door fell shut you let out a breath, your emotions threatening to overwhelm you now that you were alone and didn’t have to put up a front any longer.

The guilt for your mean behaviour had grown stronger. It was mixed with regret and hurt as you remembered the sight of Tom’s gaze darting to the floor so he didn’t have to look at you anymore and his hesitation towards you.

You wondered if the boys had planned to go golfing all along or if the idea had come up spontaneously, a way to escape your moody presence. You couldn’t blame them, but that didn’t mean it hurt less.

Your mind wandered, wondering if the boys were talking about you right now, complaining about your behaviour to each other. You gulped as you imagined it, shaking your head as if you could shake off the vivid images.

Tears had sprung to your eyes, causing you to get more upset at yourself. You weren’t the victim here. If they were ranting about you in this moment, there was no one else to blame than yourself.

Still, it hurt.

You were too drained to stop the tears from spilling from your eyes, didn’t care enough to hold them back any longer. Perhaps crying would release your bottled-up emotions and you would feel relief afterwards.

Your vision became blurry while more and more tears slid down your cheeks. Your body was shaking with sobs, and you curled into a ball on your bed. Pulling your knees closer to your chest you made yourself as small as possible, hugging yourself to provide yourself with comfort.

You didn’t know what had caused your sudden mood swing, the heaviness which suddenly weighted on your shoulders and darkened everything around you.

Surely there was some underlying cause to it, something that had triggered you or an unconscious thought or feeling which had built up over time until it had reached a tipping point.

The crying didn’t seem to help, only making you feel worse about yourself, but you weren’t able to stop. Pulling out your phone you scrolled through your contacts, your finger hovering over his name before you thought better of it.

He had told you to call, if you needed anything.

You didn’t know what you needed. Only that you needed him.

But it wasn’t fair to call him now, interrupt the game with his brothers so he could come to comfort you. You didn’t deserve it after the way you had acted, couldn’t bother him with your issues, especially since you couldn’t name a reason you were feeling this way.

The temptation was there; just a little movement of your finger and Tom would drop everything and come home to you. You wouldn’t even have to say something. The second he would hear your sobs he would be on his way.

You would have smiled at the thought, but the heaviness was too powerful to allow such simple joy.

Calling Tom would be selfish. He was always working so hard. Time off, spend at home and with his brothers doing something he enjoyed was precious for him and you wouldn’t get in the way of it.

He deserved to be happy and not someone to pull him down.

The clock told you it would only be a matter of time until the boys would return from their match. You would pull yourself together, you told yourself. It was just a bad day, nothing to make a big deal out of.

Yet the feeling that there was more to it, that something was off, didn’t fade.

You could hear their chatter before the door opened, laughing at each other and debating their match. “That was pure luck”, Sam argued, rolling his eyes at his twin before he noticed you in the kitchen. “Oh hey, y/n!”

He offered you a little wave, his voice revealing a hint of caution since he wasn’t sure what mood you were currently in.

The others were right after him, beginning to take of their jackets and shoes. Your eyes fell on Tom, his face so relaxed as he laughed at something Harrison had said.

When he locked up, catching your eye, you quickly turned away, trying to resume cutting tomatoes. You had only been distracted one second, but it had been enough time for the pasta water to boil and begin to bubble over.

“Damnit!” You ran towards it, quickly taking the pot of the stove and turning the heat down. You let out a sigh as you took in the mess in front of you, beginning to clean up the water which had spilled.

“Hey, what are you doing?”

You tensed as you heard his voice behind you, a sharp comment on your tongue but pushing it aside. “Cleaning up the mess I made”, you told him, not looking up as you wrung out the cloth over the sink.

You heard him step closer, the chattering noises of the boys shifting towards the living room. So you were alone.

“Yeah, I can see that. Let me help you.” You turned around to see him move towards you, eager to step in, but you held up your hands. “I got it, thanks.” Tom looked at you, the hesitation from earlier back in his features and now accompanied by a frown.

“What are you doing anyway?”, he asked. There was no judgement in his tone, only surprise as his gaze drifted over the chopping boards, knives and vegetables lying around and the stack of plates at the side.

You left the wet cloth in the sink, placing the pot back onto the stove and shifting your attention to Tom.

“I was trying to cook for you guys”, you confessed, biting your lip as the humiliation sank in. You weren’t the best cook, but not a terrible one either and after your behaviour earlier you thought it would be a nice surprise for the boys.

Moreover, it had been a good way to distract yourself and after a while the urge to break into tears had faded.

But it seemed today things just couldn’t go right for you. On top of that it seemed to faze you in a way it normally wouldn’t, leaving you upset over something unsignificant like the water boiling over.

Tom’s eyes softened, filling with concern as he took in your expression. He could see how upset you were and how you were trying to hide how low you felt. He knew you too well to overlook the clear signs you had been crying, your eyes still a bit puffy and your cheeks a little red.

You appeared worn out, vulnerable in a way that he feared you could break at any second. His worry grew and with it the unease that something had happened he didn’t know about, something that weighted on you.

He was desperate to find out what it was, so that he could make it better or at least help you through it. But he was scared how you would react if he asked, not wanting to risk overwhelming you and making you push him away in response.

Instead, he took a few large strides towards you, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into his chest. You were taken off-guard by the motion, a little stiff in his embrace at first but allowing yourself to relax into it as his warmth surrounded you.

You closed your eyes, inhaling his scent and focusing on the feeling of his arms around your body. Being with Tom, him holding you in his arms like this, felt safe. It grounded you and reminded you that things were going to be okay.

As long as you had Tom, you would be okay.

You clung onto that thought the same way you clung onto him.

You were the first one to break the hug, but somehow the atmosphere wasn’t filled with awkwardness or nervous chuckles to break the tension. Instead, you felt oddly at peace. The heaviness was still an invisible burden on your shoulders, but it felt a little more bearable with Tom by your side.

The two of you were mostly silent as he helped you finish cooking dinner, but you could sense Tom didn’t seem to mind it. You were simply enjoying each other’s company, no words needed as you fell into your own rhythm. The two of you had always worked well as a team. It seemed it wasn’t different in the kitchen.

The boys were delighted as you served the food, shooting you curious gazes to figure out your state at first. But as dinner went on, your sour mood seemed to be forgotten. Still, you stayed silent, not trusting yourself enough not to ruin the comfortable atmosphere again and instead listening to their stories from the match.

Later you settled on the couch for a movie night. The boys had picked Mission Impossible, one you had seen countless times before, but you found yourself not caring about their movie choice as long as you could stay in Tom’s arms.

He had pulled you close to him when you got comfy for the movie, and while you were surprised by how casually he initiated the closeness between the of you, you found yourself smiling a little for the first time that day.

You stayed cuddled into him for the whole movie, finally relaxing. You could see the boys giving you looks, some obvious to show their curiosity and silently asking what was going on between the two of you. Others were more subtle, when they were peeking at your position in Tom’s arms.

None of you acknowledged them and they were smart enough not to ask.

Tomorrow would be a new day, a new opportunity for you to wake up and leave the hollow feeling behind you. And if it hadn’t passed you knew you had Tom to rely on.

You would be okay.

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farfromharry · 4 years ago

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I like it when you hold me | Roommate!Harry fic

Summary: the three times you needed harry to hold you and the one time he needed you to hold him.

Word count - 3,251

Warnings - language? anxiety attack, brief mention of painkillers

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Your day today didn't consist of much. You’d gotten up early this morning along with your roommate to help him prepare for a high profile photoshoot he’d had booked for weeks. You knew he was nervous, panicking so much for the past few days as the day grew closer.

You made sure he ate breakfast and checked he had all his equipment before he left, helping to take that burden off of him.

He’d kissed your head as a thank you for the help just as he left, and then you were left to yourself for the rest of the day.

“You’re an angel, I’ll see you later.” You forced another hug out of him, wishing him good luck again, not that he’d really need it.

“Can’t wait to hear all about it.”

After that, things started to go south for you around eleven, your stomach beginning to cramp painfully as you tidied up the mess you’d left in the kitchen with Harry the night before. To try and settle the boy's nerves you may have had one too many alcoholic drinks while having a film night, but now being the one to clean it all up you were definitely regretting your drunk selfs actions.

You didn’t normally track your periods as frequently as you should, so this definitely caught you off guard, but you knew now any plans you had for the rest of the day were ruined.

After you sorted things out and took some painkillers, you crawled into your bed with your heating pad, pressing it up against your lower stomach with hope of at least some relief.

You didn’t even get a wink of sleep, the painkillers not working strong enough or long enough to make sure you were deep into a nap before your cramps began again.

You ended up spending most of the day staring at the different views of your room, just waiting and counting down the seconds until your roommate got home.

When he arrived back a few hours later, Harry expected to find you somewhere about the apartment, possibly expecting to find you watching a film on the couch where he’d be able to tell you all about his day.

When he didn’t find you he called out for you, getting a quiet ‘here’ in response from your room. He trudged to your room with a grin on his face, ready to see his favourite person’s face after a long day of going without, but he was instead met with the sight of you curled up in bed with a look of pain plastered all over your face.

He pushed down any excitement he had for the job he’d done today that he wanted to tell you about, deciding it could wait and you should instead be his priority right now.

“Hey, are you okay?” he asked, kneeling beside where you were laid in bed, gently stroking your hair. You gave him a weak smile, lifting your blanket to show him the heating pad you had pressed against your abdomen.

He pouted sympathetically, knowing exactly the time of month when you’d get that out, placing his lips onto your head lovingly.

“Do you need anything?”

You adored how attentive Harry was to you at this time of the month when you really just needed some extra loving.

“Painkillers and cuddles, please.” He thought you looked so innocent wrapped up in the covers of your bed just asking him to give you love and it made his heart ache.

“Coming your way.” You smiled as you watched him walk out of your room, leaving you to your own devices for a few minutes. He came back no longer than five 5 minutes later. A mug of tea in his hand, some painkillers and a change of clothes for himself.

“Take two of these, ‘m just gonna change and I’ll be back.” You nodded your head, shifting from your comfortable position to do as he instructed. He came back in much comfier clothes than early in no time, climbing underneath the covers of your bed beside you.

“Now, someone said they needed a cuddle?”

You laughed, curling into the man’s body as his arms snaked around your form. You had to wait a while for the tablets to begin to do their job, so your stomach was still aching despite the little things Harry had done for you.

“Do you need anything else?” he asked, looking so softly into your eyes. You smiled, taking the hand that was resting on your cheek and guiding it to your lower back.

“Can you just rub my back please? Hurts there too,” you explained. He hummed, carefully slipping his hand just under the bottom of the hoodie that was swallowing your body. His thumb rubbed circles across your skin and just the heat coming from his hand was enough to soothe you.

Your eyes began to feel heavy again, your head nuzzling against him, his chin resting on top of your head.

You were in that headspace right between being awake and falling asleep, completely in a daze when you remembered that Harry had come straight from his work, reminding you to ask him how things went.

“How did your photoshoot go?” you asked, burying your head closer to his chest. He could hear how tired you were in your voice, especially since you hadn’t been able to get any sleep during the day due to the continuous ache in your lower abdomen.

“I’ll tell you when you’re feeling better, get some sleep.”

He didn’t allow you time to protest and with one last kiss to your forehead you were out like a light in the man’s warm arms.

»»——⍟——««

You were a frequent guest at the Holland family events due to being so close to Harry, and it was a plus that his family loved you. This time around you’d been invited to a garden party, showing up with Harry and instantly being whisked away by his mother.

You didn’t get a chance to speak to him again until around an hour or so later, stumbling over to him feeling much more bubbly than when you’d arrived due to your constant intake of alcohol.

Your arms wrapped around the man with no hesitation, your body leaning against him for extra stability.

His arm wrapped around your shoulders, placing a greeting kiss on your head that didn’t go unnoticed by the men he was talking to.

“Hi,” he mumbled, confused as to why you’d suddenly become so clingy. You flashed him a happy smile, tightening your arm around his waist as the two of you broke from his previous conversation into your own little bubble. “Hi,” you giggled.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” he asked, chuckling towards the end of his sentence when your smile just got wider.

“I love your family, d’you know that?” You rested your head on his shoulder, your eyes scanning the garden as the party progressed. You finally noticed that Harry had been talking to Sam and Harrison, the two watching you both now with smirks at how close you were being.

“You do?” You nodded your head, a silly grin on your lips as you looked up into those warm brown eyes. His attention was torn when he heard a snicker from his twin, his head turning to look at the pair in front of you.

“What are you two looking at?” he asked, furrowing his eyebrows in slight annoyance. He barely went a week without hearing from them at least once how whipped he was for you, and they were never happy when he didn’t do anything about it.

“Nothing, nothing,” Harrison mumbled, hiding his smile behind his beer bottle. Harry rolled his eyes, swallowing the last swig of his own beer.

“Come on,” he mumbled, tugging you in the direction of the drinks. “‘m too sober to deal with them.”

By the end of the night you were more than a little tipsy, clinging to Harry’s arm with a certainty that you’d fall over if you didn’t. This wasn’t the first time he’d seen you in this state, having had many nights at the pub with a much worse result than this.

“I think we need to get you home,” he said. You pouted like a child, wrapping your arms around his waist again.

“Don’t wanna go home yet,” you whined. He placed his hands on your cheeks, gently lifting your face and looking into your slightly glazed over eyes.

“You’re drunk, bub.”

You seemed upset at his accusation, shaking your head against his chest. You couldn’t see the amused smile on his face as he watched you try and work your way around his words. You did give up after a few seconds, your intoxicated mind finding it too hard to form a well thought out lie right now, so you took the easy way.

“‘m not drunk.” He rolled his eyes, running his fingers over top of your messy hair.

“D’you wanna know how I know you’re drunk?” he asked, flashing you a smile that made your knees weak. “You get clingy when you’re drunk.”

You gasped, feigning offense as you realised he was right. Not wanting to further prove his point, you willed yourself to pull away from him, but right now all you wanted was to be in his arms.

You eventually sighed, accepting your defeat when his thumbs stroked your temples.

“Fine, but please just keep holding me.”

Harry’s heart swelled at your words, his arms snaking around your neck to hold you close to him. He had absolutely no issue with holding you close to him for the rest of the night, even if he was getting those looks from his family.

“I’ll always hold you,” he promised. “Whenever you need me.”

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You startled, jolting awake in a cold sweat as you stared into the darkness of your room. Your heart was racing against your ribcage, making it difficult to catch your breath, especially through the few stray tears that rolled down your cheeks still.

Every tiny sound you heard had you jumping in your place, the fear surrounding your nightmare still very present in the front of your mind. It took a few minutes for you to gather the courage to actually up and move enough to turn on your light, but even that wasn’t enough.

You were still shaking even as the lamp illuminated most of your room, scared of being alone where anything could get you when you closed your eyes.

It took you short of a minute to decide you needed Harry right now, but psyching yourself up to move the distance to his room took a little bit longer.

“You can do this, there’s nothing there,” you whispered, reassuring no one but yourself. You took a few deep breaths as you opened your door, staring into the intimidatingly dark hallway that housed Harry’s room.

You could see the faint light under his door, hoping he was still awake and hadn’t just fallen asleep with the light left on. You raised your hand and knocked quietly, trying not to disturb him if he was sleeping.

“Harry, are you awake?”

Now if the boy hadn’t been on his phone, still sorting some things out for his older brother, then he probably would’ve missed your ever so gentle knock on his bedroom door.

“Yeah, come in.”

You pushed open the door to his room with shaky hands, spotting the man laid in his bed, the light from his nightstand and his phone illuminating his face. He noticed the distressed look on your face, pushing himself into more of a sitting position to help you feel more welcomed.

“What happened?” he asked, rubbing his tired eyes as he watched you nervously shift your weight from your right foot to your left in his doorway. You sniffled quietly, adding on to the man’s worry about your wellbeing.

“Nightmare,” you simply mumbled. He frowned, shifting slightly under his covers to make more room for you to climb in. He lifted them up and with a ‘come on,’ you were already crawling in with him. You laid with your back to him, not wanting all the sympathy you’d surely get if he saw the dried tears on your face. Harry put his phone down and turned off the light, making the decision himself that you’d probably just want to go straight to sleep.

“Do you want to talk about it?” he asked, letting you get comfortable in his arms and against his chest. He was always glad you were able to feel calmed by his presence, and he would never turn down helping you after a nightmare because he knows you’d do the same for him.

“No,” you whispered, nuzzling your face in his arm. “But, thank you.”

You adored being Harry’s little spoon, for the sole purpose of feeling the way your bodies perfectly molded together. He was happy to tangle your legs together, one of his arms being thrown over your waist and the other being used as a pillow for your head. It often meant he was left with an ache in his arm but seeing how comfortable it made you was enough for him to deal with it.

You didn’t fall asleep straight away, neither did Harry, the two of you just laying in one anothers embrace. You felt him pull you even closer, your heart swelling as he did so.

“Harry?” you said, catching his attention. He could hear how shaky your voice still was from your nightmare. He heard you let out a whimper, tears now threatening to roll down your cheeks.

He cooed, letting you roll over and hide yourself in his arms. He ran his fingers through your messy hair, careful not to catch and accidentally hurt you.

“You’re okay.” He didn’t let up comforting you until he was sure you’d at least stopped crying. Your thoughts were now overwhelmed by Harry, your nightmare being pushed further and further to the back of your mind.

“Goodnight, Y/N,” he whispered, pressing a final kiss to your head. You smiled softly, allowing yourself to drift off in his arms and in his bed once again.

“Goodnight Harry.”

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The slamming of the front door let you know that Harry was home. For the past week he’d been working extra late with Tom, always coming home tired and almost always going straight to bed with as little of a greeting and a goodnight to you.

This was his final straw though, he and Tom had gotten into an argument today that left him mentally drained for the rest of the day. He was at his breaking point and he didn’t know how much longer he could hold it together.

He was unusually quiet as he strode into where you were sitting in the kitchen working on some things for your own work.

You watched as he headed straight to pour himself a glass of water, the glass almost slipping from his hands at how sweaty they’d become.

“Hey, you okay?” you asked, you didn’t have to be a genius to notice that Harry clearly wasn’t feeling himself. He barely even spared you a glance, the man was much too caught up in trying to calm all the racing thoughts in his mind.

“Harry?”

“‘m fine,” he choked out.

You could see the way his hands shook as he tried to take off his jacket, tears of frustration building in his eyes the more difficult it got. You watched as his chest began to rise and fall much quicker.

Harry felt like he was suffocating, his body temperature trebling in such a short span of time that he felt like he couldn’t breathe anymore.

You’d seen Harry have a few anxiety attacks in the few years you’d been roommates, so you knew the obvious signs of when things were happening in his mind, usually happening after he’d overworked himself.

You headed over to him and helped peel the jacket off of his body, helping lowering him to the floor when his knees buckled beneath him.

“Hey, hey,” you whispered, taking his shaky hands in yours, holding them close to your chest so he couldn’t hurt himself. Your eyes were focused on his face as he teared up, nervously biting his lip to try and contain the sob threatening to escape his mouth. “I’ve got you,” you promised.

He let out a whimper, squeezing his eyes shut as the tears began to fall. You placed a kiss on the back of one of Harry’s hands, keeping your distance so he didn’t feel as though you were overwhelming him too much.

“Like we practised bub, need you to tell me three things you can see.” You needed him to open his eyes, trying to coax him into doing so. It took a few moments of you rubbing your thumbs along the back of his hands for him to finally look at you, a look of uncertainty and fear in his eyes.

You hated seeing him like this purely because of that scared look you could see in his eyes. It broke your heart how scared of everything and himself he became in these situations.

“There they are, there are those pretty eyes,” you said, flashing him a warm smile. Your smile seemingly being enough to encourage him to listen to you. His eyes darted around nervously at first before trying to find somewhere to settle for a second or two.

“I-I can see my phone, y-you and um-“ he paused, taking a few deep breaths.

“Take your time, it’s okay.”

This attack seemed to be resolving itself quicker than the ones you were used to helping him through, his breathing beginning to slow rather rapidly. “And m-my jacket. Can see my jacket too.” You grinned, making sure to tell him how proud of him you were.

You were more than happy to let him crawl into your arms, his head tucking itself under your chin. You stroked his curls for a while in a comfortable silence, the pair of you still not moving from your space on the floor.

Your other hand ran up and down his back while he clinged to you. At one point he shifted slightly, brushing your cheek with his hair, creating a ticklish sensation that had you holding back laughter.

You moved your hair out of the way so it’d stop, but he only seemed to do it again and you weren’t sure if he was doing it on purpose or not.

The next time it happened you couldn’t contain the snicker, prompting Harry to glance up in your direction.

“Why are you laughing?” he asked, burying his head in your chest insecurely, thinking you were laughing at him.

“Your hairs tickling me,” you admitted with a small giggle, pushing his hair out of your face for the third time. You saw the ghost of a smile threatening to form on his lips, warming your heart a little bit.

“Come on, we’re going to go watch a movie and take your mind off of everything.” You left no room for protest from him, and he didn’t seem to mind one bit.

“C-Can we still cuddle? I like it when you hold me,” he muttered innocently, blushing shyly under your gaze.

You grinned, nodding your head. “I like it when you hold me too.”

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uglypastels · 4 years ago

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New Beginnings // roommate!au

(a/n) I’m sorry @duskholland for coming up with these aus. the good thing about it is, that I have no self control so here it is, the New Girl!roommate!au :) i’m not gonna say it’s great, and also i’v seen like 5 episodes of the show maybe so it’s definitely my own take on the pilot. hope you like it.

word count: 6.3k

warning: swearing, sexual references (the first paragraph is as bad as it gets), dark humour and mentions of murder, sex trafficking - basically reasons why not to move in with strangers you meet off of craigslist. Please be safe and responsible. but it’s all just fluff and humour. Also, possibly some horrible writing cause i couldn’t bother editing this <3

“And when I walked into the bedroom I found him in there, completely naked, with some slut sucking his dick… so basically, that’s why I need a new apartment.” You looked around at the three men in front of you, realising you had zoned out a bit there while telling your story. “Sorry, what was the question?”

“Uhh,” the blonde one, which introduced himself as Harrison earlier, spoke, “Do you have any pets?”

“Oh,” well that was embarrassing, “No, I mean I had a schnauzer when I was younger and I always wanted to get another one but who am I kidding, nothing will ever live up to Mr Snuzzlekins.” For the love of God, shut up! “No, I don’t have any pets.” You felt your entire face heating up. Suddenly you became very aware of a strand of hair that was in front of your face so you pushed it behind your ear

“Mr Snuzzlekins?” The other one, Tom, laughed with a small smile.

“My sister named him,” you lied. You were already embarrassed as it was.

There was a moment of silence where no one knew what to say next, so you decided to break the tension. Awkwardly laughing, you said: “You know, the funny thing is, I didn’t expect you to be… guys.” That was true. When you had been searching through the Craigslist advertisements there had been a lot of applications for housing but you had ignored most of them because they sounded too much like human trafficking scams or some other creeps looking for a way to get a girl. You had particularly found interest in this apartment, not only because of the actual great (and safe looking) location of the building but also because you had thought that the ad was written by a woman. Not that you didn’t think a woman could murder you, but it did bring a bit more security to you to live with someone of your own gender.

Well, as you saw three men sitting in front of you, you had guessed that wrong. They did seem nice enough though. Handsome too. You really hoped they weren’t murderers. They wouldn’t do well in prison… also, your death. Not a favourable outcome in the slightest.

“Why’d you think that?” the third one asked. You had missed his name during the introduction round, but you already felt like you could be good friends with him. His boyish charms made you think he was younger than the other two, though he did have a very small resemblance to Tom. You found it cute how his curls bounced around when he moved his head.

“Well, the ad, it was phrased… very femini-ninely...” That was definitely too many syllables. Could this interview go any worse? No, probably not. But the guys didn’t seem to mind your momentary idiocy.

“Oh, yeah, we had our mum write it for us.” Tom explained, sitting a bit more straight up, “We had been trying to find someone else to live with us ever since our friend Tuwaine moved out, but we kind of suck at advertising ourselves, so yeah-”

“Oh, well that makes sense, yeah.” Their mum wrote it. So they were a family. Brothers? Yeah probably. You didn’t really see how the Harrison guy fit into that since he didn’t look anything like the other two. Shattering blue eyes instead of the warm hazel. Dark blonde hair instead of the reddish-brown. All three had magnificent bone structure that you had to admit, but not in the same way.

“So, what do you guys do?” you decided to ask.

“We’re actors,” Harrison said, pointing at himself and Tom. Since you had no heart palpitating reaction when you first saw them, you could probably safely assume that they were still trying to find their break out role. Harrison pointed at the third of their addition before continuing. “Harry is more of a behind the scenes man, photography and directing, that kind of stuff.”

“That’s… interesting.” You smiled. Were you about to move in with three wannabes? If you were, would it be inevitable that you’d end up paying the rent for all of them because they wouldn’t be able to find gigs? That was a bit harsh. Besides, you could always look for a new place before that happened and move out. And who even said that you could move in, in the first place? “Anything I might have seen you guys in? Or some of your work?” You directed the additional question to...Harry.

Harry. Harrison. Try to remember that.

“I’ve had a few roles on the West End, nothing big yet but once I have a role, it’s at least steady for a bit, you know,” Tom said.

“I’ve mostly been doing headshots for people, so I doubt you’d have seen anything I’ve done.” Harry said. You nodded to his statement.

“And Harrison has been signed with this fashion designer. You might have seen some ads around town.” Modelling. Not another model to live with. You tried not to let your smile fade.

“No, sorry, I don’t think I have. But I’ll be on the lookout.” The grin you put up actually reached your eyes genuinely.

“So what about you?” Harrison was the one to ask, not noticing any change in your demeanour. “What is it that you do?”

“I’m a teacher. I know, not very glamorous or anything- and I might sometimes come home with an abundance of ice-lolly sticks- but it’s good fun and it pays well.” You looked around some more around the apartment. As you focused on the spacious living room of the loft, you wondered how these guys could afford it. Were their rich parents paying for it? Was there secretly asbestos in the walls, making rent not even a problem? Were they going to kill you?

It was a really nice flat. With exposed brick walls and wooden beams at the ceiling, which the guys used cleverly to hang their houseplants from. Even with the large space and the big windows covering the outer walls of the room, it felt very homey. Comfortable.

“I’m sure you already know, but it’s a really great place you guys got.” Compliments always worked, so that was your way to go to ensure you had a roof over your head soon. Feeling a bit more comfortable now, you decided to get up to walk a bit around the room. The reason for that specific action was unknown to you, but you did it.

It had been the first day since your breakup that you had actually made an effort in looking presentable. Hair washed and brushed, you had clothes on that had zero Cheeto dust on it. Of course, since these were guys it probably didn’t even matter to them what you looked like but when you still thought you might be living with other women, you were terrified of being denied because of how you looked or something. That could still happen, but they just didn’t seem like the shallow type. And they had seemed really surprised when you appeared at their front door, as if they didn’t expect a girl to show up either.

All three of them turned their heads as you walked around, following you with their eyes. It was a mix of curiosity and the same fear that you saw in people on competition shows, when they were waiting for the judges’ critique.

You looked out the window to see the view. It was a lovely lookout on the city.

“How come your roommate moved out?” Was it your place to ask? You had no idea. They didn’t seem to mind the question, though.

“He moved in with his girlfriend instead.” Harry was the one to answer. A heart wrenching feeling fell over you. You didn’t know this Tuwaine, or his girlfriend, but a sudden wave of hatred towards them and their happiness overwhelmed you. Why did everyone have to be all happy and in love? It was disgusting. You were sick of it.

“Well, I definitely wouldn’t mind living here.” Somehow you managed to speak out without showing any of your feelings through it. You allowed yourself to walk around to the kitchen island. It was recycled wood with a dark varnish on top, making the light from outside shine on it. You could almost see yourself reflecting in it. Were they this clean or had they no idea how to cook?

“Don’t get me wrong, you seem great, but we don’t really know anything about you yet.” Tom got up and walked up to you. The other two followed his steps. You were now standing on opposite sides of the kitchen island, making you feel as if you were a bartender ready to take their orders.

“There really isn’t much more to tell. I mean, I did just go through a break up, so emotions are uhm… out there. I might be spending the next few weeks watching horrible Hallmark movies, like 4 or 5… a day.” You saw the disgust on Harry’s face and quickly made an attempt at recovery. “But I can do that on my laptop and headphones, so ya know, I’ll be quiet. I’ll be in my room the entire time too, probably, so you might not even notice I’m here.” You tried to sell yourself as un-pathetically as possible. It had come to desperate measures in desperate times. Because, what your (possible) new roommates didn’t know, was that you had already spent the last four weeks looking for a new place, and while there was no luck in that, you had to do with sleeping on the tiny couch of your best friend.

As if he could actually read your mind, Harrison’s next question was: “So, where have you been living the last few days then? If you don’t mind me asking.”

“Not at all,” you said, finding large interest in the pattern of the stained wood. Not looking up at the three men, “I’ve been living with my best friend. She’s great but I just don’t think I'm suited for the life she and her supermodel friends have-” Why did you mention the models? Your eyes shot up to Harrison’s. But it was Harry’s and Tom’s that were wide.

“Supermodels?” Tom coughed out. You nodded, having leaned in with your elbows on the table, looking rather unimpressed. The way Tom’s hands grabbed for the sleeves of his roommates did not go unnoticed by you. Before you could say anything, he excused himself and the others and they had disappeared into the corridor. Earlier on they had told you that was the way to the bathroom. They were trying to whisper, but weren’t doing a great job at it. You could hear every word perfectly well.

“What are we thinking, guys?” Tom said, closing the door behind him. When he turned around, Harrison and his brother were rubbing their arms, on the spots where Tom had been a bit too rough on his grip. Harry sat down on the edge of the bathtub, while Harrison decided to remain standing,eventually leaning against the tiled wall. There was a bright light in the small bathroom, but the vintage green tiles made it all look much darker.

“She seems nice.” Harrison spoke up finally. “But I don’t know, she’s obviously a… she. Won’t that be weird?”

“What do you think, Tom?” Harry asked his older brother, who, even though had been the one to pull them into the bathroom, had not planned on saying much. “You’re the one with experience in living with a woman. So try to cancel out those supermodels for a sec.”

“I don’t know,” Tom bit the inside of his cheek. Before he had moved in with his brother and best friend, he had been living with his then girlfriend, Stacey. They had been together for a while until she had decided that maybe, this wasn’t meant to be after all. Unlike you, though, the apartment had been in his name so he had a place to stay, but he just couldn’t get himself to live alone in a place that was intended on being lived in by two people. So, he moved out.

“I mean… every girl is different, so I can’t say shit.”

“I’m really not that bad!” you shouted from the other side of the door, immediately hiding your mouth behind your hands. Now they knew you were listening to their private conversation. The bathroom door opened and Tom’s head popped out. He saw you sitting on the couch.

“Could you- could you hear all of that?” he pointed back into the bathroom. You nodded, still covering your mouth, scared you would say something else embarrassing. But the guys seemed to be just as abashed. One by one they walked out and came to sit on their basically appointed seats on the sofa. Did they have their own claimed seats? Would you need to be prepared to only sit in one spot of the room forever? Shit, they had all the seats with the window view…

“So,” Harry said, “when you said supermodels-” but he never got to finish his sentence because Harrison slapped him across the back of his head. You suppressed a small laugh. It didn’t go unnoticed by Tom, who reciprocated the expression. This, in turn, was missed by you. You only looked in his direction a second later, when the smile had slightly faded already.

“Thanks for saying that whole ‘every girl is different’ thing. Not saying I can’t cook… even if that is going along with the stereotype, but I wouldn’t exactly want to be accepted to live here as a nanny… not that I think you guys can’t take care of yourselves! I mean just look at-” you eyes wandered around them just for a second before coming back on the right track. “- at the apartment. What I mean is- uhh.”

“Guys are dicks?” Harrison suggested.

“Yes! No! No, of course not, well some. But I don’t think you guys are. You seem really nice. I’ve just had… experiences with living with other types of guys and that really was not the planned outcome now that I think about it and I don’t know why I can’t shut up now because I have no idea why I’m telling you all this.”

“Is this Spencer that we’re talking about here?” Tom asked and your eyes shot to his direction, shocking even him. The name had become somewhat of a trigger for you in the last few days. At the last moment, you realised you had actually mentioned his name yourself to them during your introductory story, so that spared you a good bit of humiliation there. You decided to keep quiet. You all did. Great, because this day had not gone awkward enough. Maybe you could sink into the surface of the ground and die there? Then there would be no more reason to find any living space. It would all be over. Yeah, that really didn’t sound too bad even.

“So, do you wanna see your room?” Harrison broke the silence and his words surprised everyone, even him. You took longer than it should have to comprehend what he had just suggested.

“What? Uhh, yes! Yes! Oh my god, that would be fantastic. Thank you.”

“Great,” Harrison clapped his hands on his thighs before getting up. Then he extended one of those hands to you. He led you to the corridor opposite the bathroom, the third door on the left. The door had some scraped paint residue on it and you could see a poor attempt was made at pulling off the scotch tape that held up posters on it or something? It opened up to a room. It wasn’t big or small. The wall color was a nice beige, a bit of a sandy, almost peachy color. You could definitely work with it.

The guys let you take it in, but also took that moment to give each other death glares, most of them directed at Harrison.

“What exactly were you thinking?” Tom asked him, this time properly whispering. For extra measure he extended his neck to look into the hallway to see if you were walking out of the room again.

“Actually, I was thinking about how you had showed up at my door at 2 am when Stacey dumped you.”

“She didn’t dump me. No one was dumped.” Tom denied like always.

“No, you were definitely dumped, mate.” Harry said, not even making an attempt at hiding the amusement in his voice.

“Anyway,” Harrison ignored the interaction between brothers, “I thought of you and how miserable you were then. She’s probably going through that same thing.” If not worse, he wanted to add, but he also didn’t want to edge Tom’s ego any further. “So, let’s give her a chance.”

Tom still didn’t seem to be entirely sure. He raised his eyebrow, thinking. He looked once more at the corridor, expecting you to walk out any moment, but you still were in the room. What were you even doing there? The place was entirely empty.

“Fine,” he gave in, “but if she turns out to be completely psychotic, you’re kicking her out, Haz.” He immediately noticed the wince in Harry’s face. Had he mistimed his words?

Yes, he had, because you were standing right behind him now. The sight of you made his heart stop for a good second as he went pale.

“Fucking Christ,” Tom gasped, “if you live here, you’re getting a bell. None of that sneaking around.”

“Are we talking service, hand, cow, or the kinky cat collar type?” you smirked, knowing you had gotten him completely flustered at your joke. While Harrison and Harry burst out in laughter, Tom didn’t move a muscle. His cheeks and neck, however, had started to turn a lovely rosy colour. He opened his mouth a bit, just to close it up again as he changed his mind.

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While you had told them that you would be spending your days crying into a pint of ice cream while watching movies, reality was much more different from that. It was true that you barely left your room, but that was because you were too busy unpacking all your things out and setting up your room. The guys were nice enough to help you bring up the furniture sets and the boxes, which had been lovingly left at the curb of the building by the people from the moving company.

That ordeal had taken up most of Saturday. Your first task was to set up the bed, which Harrison helped you with. You tried to tell him that you didn’t need help, but your words were futile the second you almost dropped a wooden plank on yourself. The flatpacks were easy enough to understand, and unlike what you had done there, you weren’t the worst when it came to building, so all the furniture was set up by the end of Sunday. It meant that you could spend the rest of the week opening boxes and making your room really yours.

But Monday also meant work, so you only had the afternoons and nights to do it. Together with the fact that you had to leave early for work, meant that the guys really barely saw you. The only sign of your presence would be the music you were playing from your room while doing the unpacking.

It was the fourth hour of your One Direction sing-a-long that Tom walked into the living room. Harrison popped his head up from his book to look at his friend. He did not look happy.

“Dude,” he said. The one word already evoked all that Tom wanted to say, but Harrison loved to annoy him.

“What?” he opened up his book again, pretending not to really pay any attention to Tom. This was made harder when Tom sat down next to him.

“If I hear What Makes You Beautiful one more fucking time-”

“Then what?” Harrison still kept his eyes on the words on the pages, not taking in a single word.

“You have to do something. I can’t take it.”

“Why do I have to do something?” Harrison closed his book with his finger still between the pages and looked at Tom, just in time to see him narrow his eyes in annoyance.

“Really? So do you wanna see your room y/n?!” His voice turned higher as he mocked Harrison’s words, following it up by a gagging sound. “You’re the one that got us here. Now, go solve it.”

“I really don’t mind it. If you’re so bothered, go talk to her yourself.” And with that, Harrison went back to his book. This time actually reading the words. It was enough for Tom to know that the conversation was over. He didn’t even try to argue. He gave Harrison one more glare and got up. While walking to your room, he noticed that Harry had actually been in the kitchen this whole time, listening in on their conversation. He tried to give his little brother a look, hoping for support, but he didn’t get any of that. Harry disappeared behind the doors of a cupboard and Tom went into the corridor, still rolling his eyes.

When he reached your door, he couldn’t hear you singing anymore. It was just One Direction coming from the speakers. Now, he enjoyed the lads just as much as the next guy, but after a while he just needed it to stop. And coming in in five hours was definitely a while.

He knocked on the door. There was a sound that resembled you. A bit of a murmur that formed no particular word. It didn’t sound like a denial though, so slowly, in case you didn't want him to come in, he opened the door.

You were quick in decorating the room. Only a few days ago it was still empty and a bit cold looking, now the walls were covered with posters and pictures. You had used one entire wall just for your bookcase. There didn’t seem to be an order on the shelves just yet, but you left that for the last thing to do since the rest of the room seemed a bit more important at the moment.

The bed was unmade, with several pillows thrown about over it. Behind it the headboard, which simultaneously served as a shelf. Stuffed animals and a few more books were strewn about. Overhead were fairy lights, matching the ones on the doorframe and on the bookcase. Together with the lamp that was on the desk, it was the only light in the room. Since it was dark, it gave the room a warm and cozy atmosphere.

But the first thing that Tom noticed when he walked into the room was the smell. Coconut? It wasn’t overwhelming, just strong enough to be pleasantly surprising and noticeable.

You were standing on a small step ladder, which you usually used to reach the upper shelf of your bookcase (high walls gave the opportunity for more shelves, which you could never say no to). You were in the middle of hanging up a picture on the wall as the song from your speaker continued.

Can we take the same road, two days in the same clothes-

You were holding on to the frame with both hands, trying to centre it on the nail in the wall, but every time you pulled away, the frame would slant to the side.

And I know just what she’ll say if I can make all this pain go-

Tom saw you get fed up with the picture, throwing it on the bed with a groan. That’s when you looked up at him. The dim and soft light was shining just at the angle that when he looked at you, he could see the tear streaks down your face. You had definitely been crying. You were still sniffling a bit when you stepped down to the floor.

“Am I too loud? Sorry.” you immediately reached out to your phone, which was connected to the speaker, and pressed down the volume. Then you decided to just turn it off completely. Maybe you’ve had enough of it for now.

“Uhh, a bit, but it’s fine. We like 1D here, so.” Tom suddenly felt like a real dick when he saw the small, apologetic, smile you gave him. You were holding the speaker in your hands as you sat on the bed, staring at it, a bit lost, and Tom wasn’t sure if he was supposed to leave or not.

“Are you okay?” he asked. You had clearly forgotten he was still there, because you looked up looking a bit frazzled.

“No.” You said honestly. What would be the point in pretending? You couldn’t fool anyone even if you tried. Misery was the only thing feeling your once Spencer-filled void. Ugh, the sound of his name, even just in your thoughts, made you want to scream. Unconsciously, and a bit to Tom’s amusement, you had grabbed one of your pillows and started to hit your fist right in the middle of it. Your hits were getting harder and rougher.

“Ever considered boxing?” He brought you out of your haze. You looked down at the pillow, seeing the sad looking indent on the kitten-patterned pillow. Tom took the pillow away from you and fluffed it out to its normal shape before putting it back.

“It’s just been hard, you know,” you said, more to yourself than to him and Tom understood that. He knew what you meant. He had been in that same position not too long ago and seeing you like this did definitely bring back some of those feelings he had tried to suppress back then.

“Like, I thought he was the one. And I know it sounds so stupid, I don’t even believe in that whole soulmate crap, but he was it for me. For the first time, I could actually imagine myself enduring nine months of hell to have a kid with him, sorry if I’m being TMI.”

“You’re good,” he said. He also understood that feeling. Maybe not in the exact, child bearing way, but he could resonate with that whole it thing. He had felt the same way about Stacey. He had never told anyone this, and was never planning on telling anyone, but the day before they broke up, he had been out in the city looking for an engagement ring. It had come unplanned. He wasn’t thinking yet about actually proposing. But he had been in town for an audition and on his way home he saw the jeweller. It was the first time he had ever thought of it, and it seemed right, so he walked in and just looked around.

“You must think I’m so pathetic though. Crying for weeks about some douchebag.”

“Well, you’ve only lived here for five days, so I wouldn’t know about that.” He smirked. You groaned again and fell with your head on a big fluffy pillow.

“But no,” he said eventually, “I don’t think you’re pathetic.”

“Thanks.”

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Another week had gone by and your mother had somehow found out about your new living arrangement. So, the last 20 minutes you had been sitting on the couch, listening to her yelling.

“No mum, I’m fine.” you said, for what felt like the 50th time. Right at that moment, Harry showed up in the living room, making his way from a shower to his bedroom, only a towel around his waist. His usually curly hair was a wet mop, covering most of his face.

“You don’t even know them!” your mother shrieked.

“Harry, are you going to murder me?” you asked as he walked by, covering the microphone of your phone. Without missing a beat, or looking down at you, he answered with a snappy “Yup,” and walked into his own room.

“They’re really nice guys, mum.” You told her. It took you another ten minutes to convince her not to come over tomorrow (or ever, in general). The conversation had taken an abrupt turn when suddenly, she invited you to a video call. Knowing that if you didn’t answer it, you would never hear the end of it, you accepted the call. Your mothers face, or better said, forehead, showed up on screen. You tried to cover your chin as best as you could with the collar of your sweater since you were too tired to hold up your phone at a reasonable angle.

“Hi mom,” you sighed.

“Where are they?!” she said, looking around as if she could actually see more than what your camera showed. You were going to lie that they had gone out, but right at that second Harry walked out of his room. Thankfully he was dressed, but his hair was still a bit wet. His shoulder was just visible in the corner of your screen and you tried to move to the side, but your mother had noticed him already.

“Who’s that?” Why did your mother always have to be so loud?

“Uhh, that’s Harry.”

He looked up at the mention of his name. You were scared that it would make him uncomfortable if you talked about him to your mom, it was making you uncomfortable for sure, but instead he jumped up at the opportunity and the next second he was leaning on the couch, almost over you, and smiling at your phone.

“Hi.” He waved to your mother. His quick movements made his hair move around, giving you a nice first row experience of the fountain show coming from it. You wiped the water off your face.

“What’s your name again?” Your mother asked.

“Harry, Ma’am. Harry Holland.” He said with a smile. You both knew that when your mother had asked him his name, she meant his full name. She wouldn’t be able to make any deep research, but it was in case you suddenly went missing, of course.

“How old are you?” your mother went on with the third degree, glaring at your roommate at each question. Harry answered it all with a big and charming smile. You held the camera, hoping the couch could eat you already. This could not get any more embarrassing, could it?

Oh, it could. Because half way through, your sister had shown up and sat down next to your mom. She didn’t say anything, but suddenly a text notification popped up on the top of your screen.

Who’s the hot guy?

Your sister was not imbecile, yet she loved to act like it. Of course, Harry saw the text and erupted in a loud laugh, startling your poor mother. As the timer on the call was reaching 30 minutes you decided to say your goodbyes and end the conversation. Harry was still laughing.

“So… you’re sister…” he said once calming down.

“Don’t even think about it. She’s 17.” you glared at him and he immediately shut up, which you appreciated.

“Well, your mom seems nice,” he eventually said. You knew he didn’t mean it in that way, but in the context of your previous exchange, it didn’t sound great. Now you were the one laughing.

“That is not what I meant!” he shouted out, grabbing a throw pillow and hitting you on the arm with it lightly.

“Jesus, calm down. I know.” You grabbed the pillow from him. You were both in a fit of giggles by then. It took a moment to catch a breath and by that point, your head was actually hurting.

“So do you think I’m hot?” Harry asked, raising his brow like the cheeky fuck he is. You just rolled your eyes and hit him with that same pillow. Maybe a bit too hard, because it knocked him off balance and when you looked up, he was no longer leaning on the backrest of the sofa.

“Oops. Sorry.”

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Something you had to learn the hard way when it came to living with the guys was that you had to lock your doors. They weren’t doing it on purpose, but they had a tendency to forget to knock when walking into the bathroom, or even your bedroom. Specifically, Harrison.

Usually, you’d consider him to be the more logical of the three, but that didn’t really mean that much. He was just as much of an idiot as the two Holland brothers at times.

The bathroom incident had happened during your first week of living with the boys. You were taking a shower. The loud water had cancelled out the sound of the door opening so you didn’t know that while you were washing your hair, Harrison had walked into the bathroom.

In his defence, he thought it was Tom showering, not you.

You had not been made aware yet of the honourable fifth member of the household: a life size Nicolas Cage cardboard cut-out. So, when you pushed the shower curtain aside, and were met eye to eye with Nick Cage himself, you screamed bloody murder, almost falling in the bathtub. The door opened to horrified Harrison, realising his mistake. He realised it as soon as he heard the screams, which clearly did not belong to Tom.

But another scream followed, which was shorter and more specific, followed by a “Fuck!” made him feel like something else had happened. It sounded like you had gotten hurt. So, obviously, he walked in to see if you were alright.

You were, in fact, alright, and seeing him standing there, eyes wide as he saw your naked body, you screamed again for him to get out. He took a second to grab Nick and pull him out of the room, mumbling a few sorrys, and closed the door behind him.

Flushed, slightly angry, and with a pounding heart, you dried off and got dressed. Unlike the guys, you were never one to parade half naked around the house on your way from the bathroom to your bedroom.

You walked out, a pile of old clothes in your hands, to see Harrison. He looked like a puppy that might be about to be smacked with a newspaper on his nose. Usually you were very much against that disciplinary practice, but Harrison was no puppy, and you had been scared shitless.

“y/n, I’m so sorry.” he apologised as he followed you to your room. You were telling him that it was alright, and actually quite funny, but he really wanted you to know that it was an accident and that he didn’t mean to scare you like that or walk in on you naked or linger his eyes on you for that long.

“Seriously, Haz, it’s fine. Shit happens… just, don’t walk into the bathroom anymore when I shower. Or ever actually, if I’m in there, don’t.”

“Yeah, of course.”

And he kept to the promise. You didn’t get any other sudden visits in the bathroom, but it was not the last time that Harrison saw you naked.

You were all going out to a bar one night, and a bit shamefully, you were taking a bit longer than usual with getting ready. The guys had been waiting for a while already, and you were trying to hurry up, but you just had no idea what to wear. Finally you had found yourself a dress that might make you get a bit lucky that night. You weren’t even planning on hooking up, but the attention was appreciated. In your, still not exactly over your break-up situation, it was actually needed.

In the meantime, the guys were deciding which one of them had to go and tell you to hurry up. It was getting late and they needed their time to get completely smashed. And while waiting for you, getting knock out drunk was definitely not happening.

Harrison drew the figurative short straw. He thought you were doing your make-up or something, being aware how much time that can take sometimes. He never imagined opening the door and seeing you standing in the middle of your room, only in a pair of panties. You didn’t see him at first because your dress was over your head as you tried to pull it on. Harrison closed the door before you saw anything. But you could hear the thud of the door closing.

You pulled the dress over your body, grabbed a pair of matching heels and put them on as you got out of your room. There you saw Harrison. His red cheeks indicated that he was the one who had walked into your room. Tom and Harry were standing at the door. They could see you walk out and their eyes had gone a bit wide. Clearly, the dress was serving its purpose.

Having already gone through this whole embarrassing scenario already, you decided to spare Harrison. You have him a soft smile.

“Could you help me zip up?” you asked, turning your back and pushing the hair away from the zipper.

“Uhh, yeah, yeah, of course.” He was so flustered. It was actually adorable. You could feel his hands on you as he grabbed the two sides of the dress and the zipper and slowly, carefully, pulled it up.

“Thank you,” you said when he was done. He didn’t respond, his face still as red as a stop light. And it didn’t get any better when you kissed him on the cheek.

It was definitely interesting to be living with them, but you couldn’t complain about a single thing… except for the laundry, maybe.

The END

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