#she probably thinks gemma would just leave if she ever wanted to leave

[ninawolv3rina]

"Gemma, tell me you love me"

I HATE THEM I HATE THEM I HATE THEM Kurt why. WHY did you write them like that i will fight you.

[lovecanyon]

IM UP! IM AWAKE! IM HERE! IM ACTIVE!!

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harry x director!y/n

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ynupdates Y/N ARRIVING IN VENICE ITALY LAST NIGHT FOR THE 79TH ANNUAL VENICE FILM FESTIVAL

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ynfan7 YES YES YES

harryfan10 she looks so stressed out

ynfan6 if paparazzi was following you how would you feel

harryfan13 are you guys forgetting she just had a kid a few months ago?

ynfan11 she came to slay

harryfan14 yeah her and harry definitely broke up 🫠

ynfan16 do not…please

harryfan18 y/n has that single person glow

ynfan12 can everyone just leave her alone

harryfan15 leave mother alone!

ynfan19 SLAYED

harryfan17 is everyone just ignoring the fact that she’s the director and is probably very busy since dwd is coming out soon…most likely she’s still with harry

ynfan20 right…harry literally has a baby with her, he’s never going to break up with her 😭

harryfan22 monday is going to be HELL

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harryflorals HARRY AND Y/N AT THEIR HOTEL IN VENICE TODAY!

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ynfan25 i knew they were still together

harryfan27 YOU ALL ARE GOING TO HELL 😭

ynfan29 the way he’s grabbing her chin…don’t talk to me

harryfan26 i can’t do this

ynfan28 NAURRRR

harryfan30 alexa play fine line by harry styles

ynfan32 THEY ARE SO CUTE

harryfan34 i can’t believe i’m saying this but…yes they are 💔

ynfan31 hottest couple ever

harryfan33 harry…count your days

ynfan35 why are they giving jack and alice vibes 🤭

harryfan37 so y/n is still with harry…good for her

ynfan39 we all survived the cheating rumors

harryfan36 i didn’t even believe them…harry and y/n are the type of couple to stay together forever…

ynfan40 crying over this

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papermagazine Y/N L/N reportedly will not be attending Don’t Worry Darling’s press conference for The Venice Film Festival because a few conflicts in her schedule came up.

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harryfan43 I’M CRYING WHAT IS HAPPENING

ynfan45 y/n leaving harry to answer all the questions is so funny

harryfan47 not florence and y/n skipping the conference 🤭

ynfan49 they are so real for that

harryfan44 isn't she the director though? this is so unprofessional…

ynfan46 y/n was the one that got the movie to be premiered at the venice film festival, let her skip the press conference if she wants

harryfan48 she can do whatever she wants…i will be there to defend her

ynfan50 chris, gemma and harry: 👁👄👁

harryfan52 what are the conflicts though

ynfan54 y/n most likely does not want to answer questions

harryfan56 florence and y/n said not today

ynfan58 i mean at least she’s going to the premiere

harryfan51 her and harry were seen together just a few hours ago…😭

ynfan53 jeff is working hard i see

harryfan55 what on earth is going on in the house of commons

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harryupdates “Our son is teething very badly and YN wouldn’t leave his side, she would’ve loved to be here but she puts our family first over work. She’s such an amazing mother, I love her so much. Thankfully she left Chris in charge instead of me.” - Harry at Don’t Worry Darling’s press conference.

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ynfan61 HE’S SO IN LOVE WITH HER IT’S SICK

harryfan63 not her putting chris in charge instead of harry

ynfan65 she knows how he answers questions 😭

harryfan67 harry looked so happy when they asked about y/n

ynfan69 he’s so hot, i don’t blame y/n for having a kid with him

harryfan62 the ring on his finger got me thinking about life…💔

ynfan64 y/n is such a good mother i can’t

harryfan66 harry talking about y/n with a smile on my face makes me cry

ynfan68 don’t bring it up again please

harryfan70 someone run me over

ynfan72 now can people stop attacking y/n for not going to the conference

harryfan74 he’s just praying on my downfall

ynfan76 “our family” literally sobbing over him saying that

harryfan78 it was so cute

ynfan71 i will be thinking about this forever

harryfan73 omg their son is teething

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florencepugh Distracting a teething baby is harder than you think. I applaud my dear friend Y/N for being such an amazing mother.

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ynfan80 STOP OMG THIS IS SO ADORABLE

harryfan82 florence and y/n hanging out wanna makes me happy 😭

yourinstagram we love you ms. flo ❤️

florencepugh I love you both very much!!! it was so fun hanging out with the two of you!!

ynfan84 i love the way they skipped the press conference and hung out together

gemmachan So very cute!!!

harryfan86 y/n is wearing harry’s sunglasses…someone please kill me

harry_lambert queen of all mothers

ynfan88 i’m crying over this

harrystyles I love my two bunnies.

yourinstagram go and finish getting ready

harrystyles Whyyyy.

harryfan81 i seriously love them together 🫠

jefezoff this duo is amazing

ynfan83 y/n is so beautiful 🫡

nickkroll one director holding a future director

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yndaily Y/N ARRIVING AT THE DWD PREMIERE FOR THE 79TH VENICE INTERNATIONAL FILM FESTIVAL!

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harryfan92 MOTHER MOTHER MOTHER

ynfan94 i really didn’t think she would show up with harry

harryfan96 me either 😭

ynfan98 when they both got out of the car hand in hand i gasped

harryfan90 y/n is literally so pretty

ynfan93 the way people cheered for her the loudest…honestly i would too

harryfan95 SHE LOOKS SO HAPPY 🫠

ynfan97 y/n arrived and slayed

harryfan99 this is her moment

ynfan91 the woman behind the magic ✨

harryfan100 i love her so very much

ynfan103 dwd is my joker

harryfan105 y/n seemed so excited 🥹

ynfan107 BEST FEMALE DIRECTOR EVER

harryfan101 this is so cute

ynfan104 she’s wearing a ring…

harryfan106 harry is too 🥲

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ynharrydaily “I’m very honored to be here. I just had a baby a few months ago so events like this have felt weird to me ever since. Luckily I have my husband Harry here for comfort.” - Y/N getting interviewed by Variety for The Venice Film Festival!

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ynfan113 HELLO??? SHE LOOKS SO GOOD

harryfan115 husband…

ynfan117 i’m literally screaming 🫠

harryfan110 crying and throwing up

ynfan119 i had a feeling they got married

harryfan121 WELCOME HOME CHEATER

ynfan124 so y/n is basically mrs. styles now 😭

harryfan126 this is the cause of my downfall

ynfan128 y/n talking about harry was the sweetest thing ever

harryfan130 imagine being married to THE harry styles

ynfan132 i’m emotionally unstable

harryfan134 listening to cinema…thank you y/n

ynfan136 y/n causally revealing that she’s married to harry…

harryfan138 if i was her i would do the same thing too

ynfan131 she’s trending on twitter…queen behavior

harryfan133 screaming into my pillow

ynfan137 y/n can’t keep surprising us like this

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harry_lambert Mrs. Styles for The Venice Film Festival.

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harryfan143 lambert…count your days

ynfan140 NOT MRS. STYLES 😭

yourinstagram i love you lambyyyy, thank you for everything!

harry_lambert i love you more more darling ❤️

harryfan144 SHE ATE UP THE RED CARPET

jefezoff queen of all directors!!!

ynfan142 y/n is the literal definition of a milf

harrystyles My beautiful wife, Mrs. Styles.

yourinstagram you are the love of my life, h!

harryfan145 i’m so sick right now

alessandro_michele truly the best woman i know

ynfan147 loving the y/n content

annetwist my daughter in law is so gorgeous 🤍

harryfan148 I WOULD MARRY Y/N AND WRITE ALBUMS ABOUT HER TOO

pillowpersonpp i love her so much!!!!

ynfan150 4 + 4 =

harris_reed OH. MY. GOD.

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yourinstagram venice with my love!

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harryfan208 HARRY’S SMILE

ynfan202 the caption 😭

harrystyles One of the best days ever.

yourinstagram you are so cute!

harryfan204 banging my head against the wall

glenne_azoff you both are so adorable

ynfan209 harry looks so happy omg

harryfan211 right…and most likely it’s because of y/n 🫠

kidharpoon mr and mrs. styles, i adore you!!!

ynfan213 this relationship is so cute 🥲

florencepugh you both put a smile on my face!!! 💕

harryfan215 and what if y/n took this picture of harry…

ynfan217 she probably did…

emmalouisecorrin you two are so cute together

harryfan219 I CAN’T KEEP DOING THIS

brittany_broski thank you for this mrs. styles

ynfan212 i’m sobbing

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variety Our first look of Y/N Styles in her film, Don’t Worry Darling.

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harryfan223 on my knees

ynfan225 THIS MOVIE IS GOING TO BE THE DEATH OF ME

harrystyles So so so gorgeous.

yourinstagram spit on me like you spit on chris pine, harry!

harrystyles Gladly darling.

harryfan227 WHAT 😭😭

ynfan227 they know about the spitting rumors omg

gemmachan a true goddess!!!

harryfan229 MILF MILF MILF

harry_lambert screamingggg

ynfan232 she has me in a chokehold

anthonypham now i know why harry was staring at his phone for so long

harryfan235 everything i learn is against my will 💔

pillowpersonpp i. am. so. excited.

ynfan237 THE CIGARETTE? THE DRESS??? I AM NOT GOING TO BE OKAY WHEN I WATCH DWD

nickkroll 👑 👑👑

harryfan239 she definitely got that cinema

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[kindnessisweakness2]

12

Day 1 without Jax was uneventful. Emily had saved up most of her annual leave to be able to spend the full 3 weeks off with Cara, so both of them were currently moping around her house. Stretched across a sofa each both of them were in sweatpants and jumpers surrounded by snacks watching Grey's Anatomy. "Ugh he hasn't called." Cara groaned as she checked her phone for the 4th time in the last 10 minutes. Emily rolled her eyes as she reached for the Doritos. " He's busy Car. I'm sure he'll call when he gets chance." She hoped juice would call or text her soon because she was ready to lovingly strangle her best friend if she didn't shut the fuck up.

Day 1 without Emily, Jax tried to keep himself busy. Nevada was a long ride and trying to keep their presence under wraps the club split up into pairs, each travelling different routes to Jury's clubhouse. Stopping at a gas station, Bobby shook his head as he watched Jax check his phone again just like he had at their previous stop. "Why don't you call her? Never seen you so nervous over a girl." Jax rolled his eyes at Bobby and pocketed his phone. "I don't get it. Usually other girls would be blowing up my phone by now. Begging me to call. Wanting to know the ins and outs. But I've had nothing from Emily. Not even a text." With a confused expression on his face, Jax followed Bobby to grab a drink and pay for their gas. On the way out, he was shocked to see some douchebag sat on his Harley. His blonde girlfriend taking a photo of him. "Here let me take that for you darlin" shocked she handed Jax the phone. "S-sorry I told him not to sit on your bike-" Jax flashed her a wide smile assuring her it was fine as he took the photo for her idiot boyfriend. Passing the phone to a smirking Bobby, Jax gripped his helmet tightly in his hand. "That's before." The guy on the bike looked confused but didn't get chance to speak before Jax smashed him across the face with his helmet. "Don't ever sit on another man's bike Asshole."  Bobby leaned down taking another photo of the guys bloody face. "That's After!" Closing the flip phone he threw it on the ground next to the guy. His girlfriend burst into giggles at the karma her boyfriend got. Grinning at Jax as he sat on his bike she twisted her hair around her finger. "Where you headed?" She asked him in a flirty tone. Now Jax usually would've snapped up her clear offer. She was obviously interested and he knew it would've been an easy lay. But as he sat and looked at the skinny blonde all he could think was she wasn't Emily. "No Where you are. Sorry darlin" clipping his helmet on, Jax started his bike. Bobby's eyes damn near popped out of his head in shock. Jax turning down easy pussy? For a girl that wasn't even his old lady? Unheard of!

As Bobby followed Jax out of the gas station, he couldn't help but feel that things had changed with his VP. He just wasn't sure yet if it was for the better.

Day 2 without Jax and Juice, Cara and Emily decided to stay busy. Yesterday moping on the couch the hours dragged by slowly. Today Emily was up at 9 and went straight to the gym while Cara had a lie in. She was back by 11 tackling the mess that had become her house when a knock on the door interrupted her. She would be lying if she said part of her didn't hope it was Jax on the other side, back early from his trip. She felt like an idiot. He probably wasn't even thinking of her. He was probably hauled up with whatever girl he took a liking for and she wouldn't even know. It wasnt her buisness to know. "Morning." Emily was shocked when she opened the door to reveal Gemma stood there in her own black leather, jeans and heels. Emily felt uncomfortable stood there in denim shorts, black bralette and an open checkered red flannel. Wet hair piled on top of her head in a messy bun. "Oh morning." Moving back from the door Emily let Gemma into her house and followed her to the kitchen. "Is everything okay?" Emily asked as she moved to lean against her counter while gemma took a seat at her table. She didn't miss her wandering eyes looking around her home. Probably judging it. "Yeah everything's fine." Gemma smiled as she hooked her handbag over the side of the chair she sat on. "Jax wanted you there when the guys left yesterday. You obviously mean something to him. Exactly what yet, nobody knows. But you've both clearly hit it off despite every thing with Noah." Emily bit her lip to stop something sarcastic or attitude filled flying from her mouth. " So it only makes sense that he would want you there when they come home tomorrow. Juice and your little friend obviously can not keep their hands off of eachother. Both of you need to be there to welcome your men home." Gemma smirked as she watched Emily's eyes widen. "He's not my anything." Gemma flashed her a knowing look that Emily would've loved to swipe off her face. "But you want him to be." Emily rolled her eyes and crossed her arms over her chest as Gemma stood from  her chair. It made her feel angry at herself that her liking Jax was apparently obvious. She's still healing. The last thing she needed right now was to fall for someone else. But the blue eyed little shit wormed his way in to her broken heart unexpectedly and quickly.  "I'll see you both at the clubhouse tomorrow at 1. Boys are expected back by 3. Don't be late." Shifting her bag onto her shoulder she put her sunglasses on her face. "I hate late." Without even a goodbye Gemma sauntered out of Emily's house. Rolling her eyes again, Emily scrunched up her face and sarcastically mimicked her. "I hate late."

Day 2 without Emily had Jax itching to leave Nevada early. He wanted this business handled and he wanted to go home. Blowing out the smoke from his cigarette, Jax sat outside of the clubhouse on a low wall overlooking the setting sun in the distance. He didn't understand why he still hadnt heard from her. Was she not interested? Was she waiting for him to make the first move? "What's got you so deep in thought?" Jax jumped at the sound of Bobby's voice as he moved to take a seat next to him on the wall. Jax shook his head as he pocketed his phone. "Nothing." Bobby sighed as he lit his own cigarette. "This girls got your head turning inside out brother. Turning down that pretty blonde at the gas station. You've not even looked at a single woman in there. She's not even your old lady. She's just some girl that Noah fucked around-" Jax's face changed instantly as he listened to Bobby. Snapping his head towards the old man, eyes burning with rage Jax spoke through gritted teeth. " Don't talk about her like that. She ain't got me turning any way. This is the first girl that hasn't jumped all over me because I'm VP of samcro. This is the first girl that doesn't fucking care. She doesn't want club info, she isn't trying to insert herself into our life. She was there yesterday because I wanted her there. She is the first girl that asks me how I am and genuinely cares about the answer. The girl that packed me a fucking lunch the other night when i had to leave because Chibs called about the Irish." Bobby's eyes widened as he watched Jax seethe. "We've talked about stupid shit like if aliens are real, life, the future, what we want. Fuck I even told her about Tara. She's not twisting me up. Not pulling me away either." Jax threw his cigarette to the ground, stomping on it killing the flame. "It's me. I'm just not sure how to handle it. Emily's different. I don't want to scare her away. I really like her Bobby. I just need to decide whether I want to pull her into this life. Whether I want to try this with her. Relationships aren't really my strong suit." Bobby clapped him on the shoulder comfortingly. He felt slightly guilty for getting the wrong end of the stick. He genuinely thought the girl was trouble. "It sounds like you've already decided, kid. If it's meant to be, it'll be. Who knows? Maybe she'll be at TM waiting for you to come home." Jax nodded at the old man. He hoped she would be there waiting for him. If she missed him like he missed her then she'd be counting down the fucking minutes until he's back.

On Day 3 Jax woke up early and headed out to a spot his dad wrote about in his journal. It felt weird to admit but as he stood under the painted red letters on the wall he felt closer to his dad. He missed him terribly. He would never tell anyone but he hoped to god his dad would be proud of the man he was turning into. He had doubts about the direction that Clay and Tig were leading the club and he couldn't wait to be sat at the head of that table with Opie one day. His phone ringing cut through the silence. Answering the call from Clay, Jax started walking back to his bike. "Yeah I'm on my way." Ready to go home, Jax sped away to meet the rest of the guys. He couldn't wait to get back.

On Day 3 Emily was praying Jax came back quickly otherwise she was going to strangle his mother. Sure enough when her and Cara arrived at 1 o'clock on the dot, Gemma put them both to work. However, It wasn't the running around and endless to do list that irritated Emily. It was the fact that Gemma was up her arse every second. Giving her a job but not trusting her to get it done. Hanging over her shoulder telling her everything she did was wrong. Emily was about to tell her where she could shove her famous chilli when one of the crow eaters she now knew as Jade came walking in holding a baby. And in an instant Emily melted. Babies were her weak spot. Instantly made her broody and turned her to mush in a second. " Hey Gem, Donna's here she needs help with the stuff from the car." Gemma nodded as she took the baby from Jade telling her to go help. Emily smiled at the baby in Gemma's arms, melting in to mush at the blue eyed baby with chubby cheeks and little blonde hair starting to grow. Gemma watched her, that smirk everyone hated spread wide across her face. "Can you take him? The guys are due back soon and I need to get this food out. You do not want near the shit storm that the guys will cause if they turn up to empty tables." Emily's eyes widened as Gemma passed her the child. "I don't know. Where's his mom? I'm a stranger. You can't just give her baby to a stranger." Gemma rolled her eyes as she picked up the nappy bag off the table and hooked it around Emily's shoulder. " Trust me baby. Is mom ain't worth knowing. Anyone says anything tell them to come see me. I'll come get him from you later." Emily looked at Gemma like she was insane but chose not to argue. The baby couldn't be no older than 2 or 3 months. He was propper fucking cute though. Taking the baby outside she sat in the shade. She found a little blue beanie with a reaper on it in his nappy bag so she placed that on his head for extra coverage from the sun. Lifting him up slightly she cooed at how adorable he was. The baby gave her a crooked smile in response. "You seem in your element." Cara spoke as she moved to sit next to Emily. "Babies. You know how much I love them." Cara nodded leaning across to stroke the chubby cheek of the baby in Emily's arms. "He's a cutie. Who's is he?" Emily shook her head. " not a clue. Gemma just handed him to me and asked me to take care of him till later. Told me his mom weren't worth knowing. She didn't even tell me his name." Cara matched Emily's confused look. "Wait. You don't think he's Jax's do you?" Emily's eyes widened at the suggestion. "Think about it. This baby is obviously close to Gemma. She won't tell you about the mom. I bet he belongs to Jax." Emily looked down at the blue eyed baby who was resting peacefully in her arms. Blue eyes closed dreaming. Little hand curled around her finger. He was obviously comfortable with her. "He didn't mention anything about a baby. Surely he'd mention it?" Cara shook her head again. "No he wouldn't. Think of how protective they are about their business. He wouldn't just drop the fact he had a son into your convosation. He will want him protected. Gemma is probably the main one taking care of him." Emily's eyes widened in realisation. The more Cara spoke the more it made sense. Would this baby change things? Would Jax even want her around him?

She was starting to over think and her anxiety was spiking. Cara could see it and grabbed her face gently. "Breathe Em. Gently." Cara breathed along with her deeply. "Your a good person. Your amazing around babies. And as much as your going to sit here and deny it I know you like Jax. Really really like him. I'm not stupid. And incase you need to hear it out loud. Having feelings for someone else is okay. Moving on is okay." Emily's eyes watered at her words. Leaning forward kissing Cara's cheek, she thanked god for her crazy best friend. The sight of cars pulling in and families starting to fill the lot made Emily smile. "I better go see if Gemma needs anything last minute. She'll have my throat if she sees me sat here slacking with you." Emily nodded watching her best friend disappear into the clubhouse.

For the last hour Emily had the baby she now knew as Abel snuggled against her chest in a baby sling as she chatted with Opies wife Donna. He'd had a feed, been burped and changed. He pretty much passed out milk drunk. Gemma had kindly fetched her his baby sling to save her arms aching. Every time she tried to lay him down he would wake and scream. She had a feeling Gemma would never let him self soothe because he wanted to be cuddled all the time. And what the future Heir to the SAMCRO Throne wants, he gets. Especially when it came to his grandma. It had gotten warm with the added heat from Abel, so Emily had had to shed a few layers. She now stood in a plain black bralette, high waisted shorts, white Nike air max trainers and her black and white checkered flannel tied around her waist. Her hair had been tied up in a high pony and all her tattoos were on show. Including the new black and grey roses etched onto her hip a few days ago. It was what originally started the convosation with Donna. "I love your ink. I would never be brave enough to get all of them tho. Opies crow on my ribs killed me enough when I was a teenager." Donna giggled at Emily as she showed her the black crow on a branch with Opies name etched underneath. "That's so nice though Donna. It's healed really well. I'm strange. I like the pain. It's like therapy sometimes." Emily smiled at her as her hand softly stroked Abel's sleeping face. Gemma watched her from her doorway. She was a natural all right. That baby had been loved on all day and that made her warm to the bright haired girl. She reminded her of herself when she was younger. Loud, takes no shit but carried her heart on her sleeve. You could read everything in her eyes. When she was hurt, sad, happy or excited. Yep, Gemma thought. Jax picked good with this one.

Speaking of her son, the unmistakable rumble of multiple Harley Davidson could be heard already. They were close. Her boys were home. Emily's stomach dropped as the sound hit her ears. A wide smile spread across Donnas face as she wrapped her arm around her. "Don't worry he's gonna he so excited to see you!" Emily managed a small smile. Would he? Would he be happy she has found out about his very protected son? How would he feel about her taking care of him all day? Would he feel like she was pushing in? She didn't have time to over think it this time as the bikes drove into the lot.

Here we go, was  all she could think as her heart pounded in her chest.

[dxncingthroughlife]

litg s9: mc

i missed my old mc tags from s3/4 so bringing this back for a bit of fun. template is random questions I came up with if anyone else wants to use it or be inspired by it.

Belle Hughes

FC: Olivia Moore

Age: 28

Occupation: musical theatre performer still

Hometown: Kingston-Upon-Thames

Current Location: Brixton

Which season is she from?: S3 of Love Island UK where she was coupled up with Harry. After things fizzled out with him and she was single for a while, she was invited onto Love Island Australia.

How old was she on her season?: 22 for UK, 25 for AU.

What happened after she left her season of Love Island?: she went on to get a part in Waitress where she understudied Jenna, had a role as Sandy in Grease on the West End and most recently toured with Mamma Mia as Sophie and did a short stint on the West End as Sophie.

How did she leave her season?: for UK, she left with Harry but things turned pretty sour after a boat trip - and she wasn’t going to take his shit anymore so called it off after all that. And AU - self explanatory, left in a friendship couple.

What convinced her to take part in All Stars?: she lowkey thinks she’s been done dirty on her UK and AU season but does love being part of the show. Also she thinks Rohan from S1 is attractive but doesn’t see him around at many events, so in all honesty, she was hoping he’d be on there.

Is there anything she would do differently this season to her previous experience?: yeah, not take anyone’s shit and call people out on it. And if she has to take part in a tent building activity that her LI moans about, she will kick off about it.

Best thing that happened from her season?: meeting her best friend Genevieve in LI UK and quoting H2O with contestants from LI AU.

Worst thing that happened from her season?: Harry forgetting her name in LI UK and probably leaving in a friendship couple in LI AU - she did end up feeling bad over the way Stefan was dumped but didn’t have as strong feelings as he did for her, so was glad she at least got to explore another connection.

Is there anyone she wants on All Stars?: Rohan, she thinks Rocco might deserve a second chance and would love to have Chelsea in the villa.

Is there anyone she wouldn’t want to have on All Stars?: Dylan - self explanatory.

Is she still friends with any of the cast from her season?: Genevieve, Elladine, Nicky, Seb and AJ - they all still keep in regular contact and have catch ups. Genevieve and her were best friends in the villa and remained best friends.

Any hidden talents?: other than her obvious talents from being on the West End, she can do a smashing Gemma Collins impression.

Random facts:

• the public backed her a lot during Love Island UK and she gained a lot of popularity from that which is why producers invited her back for Love Island AU and All Stars.

• she briefly worked with Cherry at a musical theatre charity show.

• there were rumours of her being linked to Lucas from various news articles, but it was all just rumours - he’d simply seen her in a show and was spotted chatting to her afterwards.

• she made a very public threads of tweets about Dylan in S4 and requested producers step in to remove him from the villa.

• she’s met various islanders from different Love Island events and has openly said Oliver is one of the nicest guys you could ever meet.

• she wouldn’t mind appearing on Celebrity Hunted or The Masked Singer as other reality shows.

Current All Stars LI: Jude

Endgame All Star LI: Hamish, probably

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SKIN AND BONES 𝟏𝟏| 𝖌𝖍𝖔𝖘𝖙𝖘 𝖋𝖗𝖔𝖒 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖕𝖆𝖘𝖙

The hours at work didn't seem to pass. Every minute felt like an hour, increasing Tessa's restlessness. Tessa had never smoked as much between shoots and during her breaks as she did today.

Besides smoking almost a whole pack, Tessa also checked her phone every five to ten minutes. There was no new message from Cal. It just had to be him, anything else wouldn't make sense. Little whore gave him away, revealing that he was behind the text and the attack on Tara.

God, Tara would hate her once she found out she was responsible for the attack. But she had to tell her the truthᅳ and everyone else too, especially Happy. This was something she couldn't keep to herself. In order to protect themselves, the club had to know about this, no matter how uncomfortable it made the Laney woman feel.

Taking a deep drag of her cigarette, she held the nicotine in her lungs for a while, slumping her shoulders. Why couldn't she finally just live her life? First she had to be afraid of Cal, her sociopathic ex, and then she was controlled for years by her father who was using Sawyer as leverage. Now it was CPS that she had to worry about. And to top it all off, the cherry on top so to speak, Cal came back into her lifeᅳ stabbing her friends for fun.

Why didn't the universe allow her to be happy for once? All she asked for was to live her life with her son in peace, maybe even with Happy in the future. And now, now all of that was at stake because everyone was in danger because of her.

A painful hiss fell from her lips as Tessa dropped her cigarette, being too absorbed in thought that she didn't notice how the stem had already burned down to the end and would now leave a small burn on her finger.

"Hey sweety." At Lyla's soft voice, Tessa wiped around, forcing a smile on her lips as the blonde came up to her and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "Are you okay? You seem off track today."

Worry flashed in Lyla's eyes, worry for her friend and Tessa felt miserable not being able to tell her what was going onᅳ yet. First she wanted to talk to Happy before she sat down at a table with Tara, Lyla and Gemma.

"I'm just a little tired", she waved her friend off with a strained smile, rising from the bench she had been sitting on. "And what happened to Tara..it's not fair."

"Shit, right. " Sighing, Lyla scratched her eyebrow. "I think I'll head over to her place and bring her some take out, make sure she's doing okay."

"I think she'd like that", Tessa assured, happy that Lyla would also check in on Tara. Still, Tessa was worried as hell about her two friendsᅳ the only real friends she ever had. "But just be careful, okay?"

"I will." Lyla scrutinized the younger woman, gently nudging Tessa's arm. "Hey, don't worry. Some idiot probably just tried to attack her because he thought a doctor must've a lot of money in her pocket."

With a tight-lipped smile, every muscle in her body tense, Tessa nodded. "Yeah..you're probably right about that."

The raven-haired woman felt Lyla's intense gaze on her, her blue eyes staring into her soul, as she noticed that Lyla was skeptical. But then the blonde placed a kiss on her cheek and clutched the handles of her bag.

"Okay, I'll leave so I can spend a few minutes with Tara before I have to pick up Piper", Lyla let her know, already on the way to her car before she turned around again. "You know you can talk to me if something bothers you, right?"

"I know, Lyla", Tessa replied, gratitude evident in her tone. "The same goes for you."

"That's what friends are for, right?" With a smile, Lyla patted the roof of her car with the palm of her hand before slipping in to make her way to the Teller House.

ᚔ

After her shift and finally back in her clothes, Tessa pushed open the large, heavy doors of the porn studio, a cigarette dangling from her lips.

Five hours may not have been a long working time, but at some point it became tiring to walk half-naked or even completely exposed through a former warehouse, from set to set, only to constantly have to perform uncomfortable poses for the perfect picture.

But it was a job and Tessa was grateful for it. The good feedback also boosted her self-confidence. For the first time, the twenty-one year old felt really comfortable in her bodyᅳ with or without clothes.

Reaching into her pocket, where half of her arm disappeared, Tessa looked for a lighter, groaning in annoyance when it took her forever to find the little thing. When she finally found one, she brought the flame to her cigarette, but looked up as the awful feeling of being watched returned.

Lowering the lighter, she removed the cigarette from her mouth, staring across the street. A little further away there was a car parked that suddenly seemed quite familiar to her. Since about two weeks the same car was always parked in a different parking lot near the studio.

Tessa had never thought about it until nowᅳ to be honest she hadn't even noticed how often the car was parked here. Until she got that text earlier. Since then she has been paying attention to every little detail and being more attentive than ever. Only then it dawned on her.

With shaky breaths, she rushed over to her old BMW, wasting no time in getting in. Swallowing, the Laney woman threw her bag onto the passenger seat and, without hesitating, started the engine and rounded the corner with squealing tires.

Tessa gave Gemma a quick call, asking her to watch Sawyer for a while longer, which turned out to be no problem at all. Gemma loved spending time with her grandkids and Sawyer. Then she also called Happy and asked him to come home because she really needed to talk to him.

And, as if they had planned it, they both arrived at Happy's house almost at the same time. Just a moment after her, Happy parked his bike next to her car and met her as soon as she got out.

His grim, stoic expression was tinged with slight worry as he looked down at her. "You okay? Did something happen?"

"I'm okay", she let him know quickly as she began to look around nervously, checking to see if the car had followed her. "But something happened", she added quietly, almost in a whisper. "We need to talk, Hap."

With a curt nod, Happy placed a hand against her back before gently pushing her towards the house, taking a look around himself. Tessa didn't seem so nervous and paranoid for no reason and Happy wanted to know why. If someone threatened her, which he suspected, they should prepare to lose the fight because he would kill that person before they could even try to run.

ᚔ

The Laney woman lowered her gaze in embarrassment as Happy's clenched fist came down on the table, her phone sliding across the table with Cal's text still open after she was completely honest with him. The tension in the air was thick, so thick it could be cut with a knife.

"The fucker won't live long enough to get close to you or Sawyer", Happy said with a low growl, a hint of madness in his gaze that sent a shiver down Tessa's spine. "You're sure your ex is behind this?"

The last time she saw him so angry, so full of madness and rage, was when she stormed into the clubhouse that one Friday night a little over two months ago and told him what her father had done to his mother.

"Yes", she murmured meekly, her self-confidence long since gone. Fumbling with her fingers, Tessa swallowed quietly. "He always called me little whore when he was angry", she told him with a shrug of her shoulders, something sad and disturbed in her tone. "He loved calling me thatᅳ anything that sounded humiliating."

"You know that I'm serious about him dying, right?" Happy's intense gaze was on her, boring into her soul while the muscles in his jaw twitched. "Until he's no longer a threat, you won't go anywhere alone. Andᅳ", he stood up, exiting the kitchen for a moment, leaving Tessa wondering.

But her eyes widened as Happy came back and placed a black Glock 19 right in front of her.

"You'll carry that with you in the futureᅳ always, you hear?", he said, putting emphasis on the word always, his look meaningful, showing her that he wouldn't discuss about this. "And if he comes close to you, you shoot without a second thought, Tessa."

"Happy, Iᅳ", her voice trembled as her breath hitched in her throat. With caution, as if she could release the trigger with just a touch, she ran her fingertips over the weapon. "I've never used a gun before, I have no idea how it works."

"I'll teach youᅳ it's not as hard as some might think, little girl", he rasped, something stubborn mixed with anticipation flashing in his dark eyes. "I just want to know that you can defend yourself if you need to and that the same thing that happened to Tara doesn't happen to youᅳ or worse."

The Laney woman uncertainly raised her gaze when Happy's hand slipped onto her shoulder, standing so close to her that she could smell the fabric softener on his clothes that she had been using regularly over the last few weeks. Before she moved in, it was a typical male householdᅳ which was okay, but she had added a few things anyway.

"Tara's going to hate me, right?" Her voice cracked at her question, tears welling up in her eyes. The guilt she felt towards Tara was eating her alive. "I never wanted anyone to get hurt because of me, you have to believe me."

"Why would you even think that?" With a grunt, he sat down in the chair next to her, shaking his head as soft sobs filled the kitchen. "No one's goin' blame you for this, Tess."

Despite the occasional tear rolling down her cheeks, a small smile tugged at her lips as he called her Tess, apparently a new nickname for her besides little girl. And she liked it. "But it's my ex, and he's only here because he wants revenge."

"Yeah, probably", the SAA said with a shrug, reaching for her hand, which he clasped in his to stop her from tearing at her long, black fingernails any further. "But you can't help it that your ex is a fuckin' psychopath, little girl."

"I'm so scared, Happy", she finally admitted, her voice no louder than a whisper as another tear rolled down her cheek, leaving a black streak from the mascara and eyeliner on her pale skin. "He'll hurt my baby. Or maybe even ᅳ"

Without even saying it, one sob followed the next, heartbreaking sniffles filling the kitchen as she wiped her nose and cheeks, desperately trying to stop her emotional outburstᅳ without success.

"I'm sorry", she choked out, probably never feeling so ashamed in her life.

Having such a breakdown in front of a man like Happy, who now probably thought she was weak, was nothing she was proud of. Then, when he leaned forward and placed a hand against her cheek, wiping away a few tears with his thumb, she felt an immediate sense of comfort and safety.

"Never apologize for things that don't need an apology, woman", he taught her, giving her his famous iron stare. "You don't have to be scaredᅳ I won't let anything happen to you, or Sawyer. You're familyᅳ and as you already know, I cross some lines to protect the people I care about."

Sniffling, she listened to his words, her nose stuffy and her eyes bloodshot from the many tears she had shed in just a few minutes.

Looking straight at him, Tessa took another deep breath, trying to get her voice under control as Tara's words from earlier swirled around in her mind.

'Talk to him and get to know him better.'

"Murder doesn't seem to be a problem for you", she stated matter of factly without sounding judgmental. It was frightening, yes, but on the other hand the whole thing also made her curious. Happy wasn't a bad person, that was for sureᅳ but he still seemed to have blood on his hands. "I want to know more about you. What you do, who you really are. Iᅳ"

Happy cut her off, looking at her closely. "I don't think you want that."

"Yes, I do", she replied softly, now placing her hand, which was not yet clasped in his other hand, on his. "Because I like you, really like you. And I just need to know who exactly I'm slowly falling in love with."

Her cheeks were glowing, blushing hard, as it had taken so much braveness for her to confess to him that she was slowly developing feelings for himᅳ if she hadn't already. Despite the shame she felt, this time she didn't look away from his now intense gaze.

"Okay", Happy simply grunted, leaning back in his chair. Of course he heard what Tessa had said, but he had to process it firstᅳ maybe he just wanted to pretend it wasn't a big deal. But secretly he knew how much he had been waiting to hear such words from her. "You want to know who I am? You're sure you're ready for that?"

She nodded slightly, her hand still on his. "Yeah, I'm sure. You know who I am, you know my whole story now. Let me know who you are, Hap."

Happy rolled his shoulders, getting ready to share his life story with the woman who was, so far, the only one he'd really considered opening up to completely. That just showed that he trusted her, that she was now one of the people in his life that he would kill and die for.

"In 1987 I started to sell drugs to support my Ma and me. She got sick around that time and we needed the money. I thought selling cocaine on another dealer's block would bring me new customers and more money. But that guy, Will, he jumped me and punched me in the face and I pulled a fucking gun. Well, it wasn't loaded. His crew beat me to a bloody pulp and I ended up in the hospital. I was arrested later for drug and gun charges and ended up in prison. That's when I met Tig for the first time. After I did my time I got out but Will kept harassing my Ma and me andᅳ", he trailed, studying her face to watch her reaction. At the thought of how he got his first smiley tattoo, a satisfied smile took over his face. "ᅳ and one day I snapped and killed him and another guy that was with him with an axe."

With her jaw dropped and her eyebrow lifted, Tessa stared at the man in front of her, swallowing softlyᅳ which he noticed. Yet Happy still continued.

"In Tacoma I got my first two smiley tattoos." Leaning back a little more, Happy pushed his shirt up to reveal all his smiley face tattoos so she would understand what he was talking about. Yet he was sure she had gotten a glimpse of them already once or twice when he was walking around shirtless. "I get a smiley face for every kill. Or, well, at least the important murders."

With her lips slightly parted, Tessa stared at the smiley tattoos, finally knowing what they were all about. She had often wondered whether they had a meaning or were just there on his skin because he liked them.

"My position in the club as SAA means that I'm the one, besides Tig, who's taking out the club murders. I have enough torture methods to get information out of people. And you know what? I even enjoy it most of the time", he finished his story that she wanted to know so badly with a slight shrug and pulled his hand back. Fishing a cigarette out of the pack on the table, he held the pack out to her, pretty sure that she needed a cigarette more than he did at the moment.

Happy wasn't a smoker, now and then he lit a joint, especially after a long day. But cigarettes, they had never been his thingᅳ yet he really needed something right now.

"That's my story", he said calmly, his dark lenses resting on her. "Are you still falling for me? The person I really am?"

Tessa chewed on the inside of her cheek, not taking her eyes off him. The entire time she had listened, she didn't break eye contact. As Happy handed her the lighter after lighting his cigarette, blowing the smoke to the side, she also placed the cancer stick between her lips.

The young woman placed the lighter back on the table wordlessly, letting the nicotine fill her lungs as she thought about an answer.

She was shocked, surprised even, and perhaps a little intimidated by the thought that Happy enjoying inflicting pain on people. But she also knew his other sideᅳ his caring side.

He was helpful, kept Sawyer and her from any danger, and made sure they were safe. Since she was here in Charming, despite Happy still not being happy about her decision to take the job as a nude model, he hasn't let her down for a moment or even thrown her out of his house, which he could've easily done.

Happy, people could think whatever they wanted of him, had a good soul.

"I should probably be more shocked than I am right now", she finally said, breaking the silence as a large cloud of smoke formed in front of both of their faces and immediately disappeared again. "But I got to know you, your good side, before you told me about this side. And, as stupid as this sounds, you only kill when necessary, when someone is a threat to you or your family."

"That's exactly what I do." Surprised and not too surprised at the same time, Happy frowned, brushing off the ashes from the cigarettes in the ashtray. "So no, I'm not just going to go out on the streets and cause a bloodbathᅳ I'm not a damn psychopath", he said with a huff, as if he didn't know for sure that he had sociopathic traits.

"I didn't expect that either", Tessa answered calmly, her heartbeat still a little faster than usual. But that was probably just the adrenaline that was pumping through her body from his story. "So yeah, I'm still falling for you. At least now I know where the nickname Tacoma Killer is coming from", she added with a shrug. "You won't be able to get rid of me that easily, Happy."

"Who says I want to?", he asked with a rasp, the slightest grin tugging at his lips, drawing a smile from her.

A comfortable silence fell over them as both took the last puffs of their cigarettes, just looking at each other. It was a look that said it all, a look full of commitment.

Happy opened up to her, which was supposed to show her that she was special to himᅳ and Tessa felt the same way.

[1d1195]

Made to be XI

Read the rest of the series here: Made to be

Notes: I think this might be it...I'm not sure if it's exactly what everyone will want. But the good news is, I feel like I might have few short extras/check-ins in the future so don't miss them too much.

Thank you, thank you, thank you all for reading this series for the last two months. I hope you enjoyed it sincerely and truly. I've really loved writing about this cute little couple.

Warnings: absolutely none

“Harry is so lucky to have you,” Gemma promised. “I won’t ever let him forget it, and you shouldn’t either,” she said. “I know he’s my brother, but he would be lost without you...it’s like...he was made to be with you. Has anyone ever told you that?”

“Once or twice.”

January

Harry had been so standoffish. He still took care of her—made sure she had enough blankets, enough water, enough to eat. But he was practically...unapproachable...That’s the only way she could think to describe it. He was short with her. Sure, kitten. No, kitten. I don’t know, love.

It made her uneasy. She didn’t want to bring it up...and she probably should have. She knew Harry was big on open communication... If it was anything but this, she would have talked it out with him.

But it was him.

And Harry...

Harry was...something else. It had been a year and a half of knowing one another. Just about a year of dating. This Christmas she and Harry did a quick trip to England, so they could spend time with her family around the Holidays as well. Even in England Harry was acting weird.

“Are you alright, love?” Anne asked. She was staring out the window while she insisted helping with the dishes. Harry and Gemma were in the other room cleaning up the wrapping paper and other dishes. Their bickering over who should be the one to take the trash out could be heard from the kitchen.

She felt her lip wobble. She didn’t want to talk about her son to her. She shook her head. “Harry’s been weird,” she whispered. “Feels like...how it did...with my ex,” she swallowed. “M’sorry. I shouldn’t talk to you about Harry.”

“Oh love,” she said stilling her washing and wrapping an arm around her shoulders. “Harry is crazy about you. Even when he’s not...expressing it. You’re in his every thought, I promise,” she said firmly. She nodded and took a deep breath.

She knew she should just talk to Harry about it. It wasn’t a big deal...probably. Like most things it was probably all in her head. “Maybe the novelty of me has worn off,” she mumbled. “M’not full of drama and excitement,” she joked.

“Love,” she chided sweetly. “Harry doesn’t love you for the drama and excitement. He loves you for the calmness and sweetness,” she whispered. “You make him excited the second you walk in the room. We’ve been waiting for you to find him...and I won’t let him act anything less than perfect for you—you’re not leaving any of us,” she said knowingly. “So get used to it.”

She smirked, swiped at the stray tear that fell down her cheek as Harry and Gemma came storming into the kitchen. “Mum, please tell Gemma that I was the one who put the star on the tree at Grandma’s when I was younger.”

“There’s no way, pipsqueak,” she glared up at her brother who was a foot taller than her. “You couldn’t reach.”

Anne rolled her eyes. “M’pretty sure Grandma would just take it off so both of you could have the chance to put it on,” she smirked.

Gemma’s mouth popped open, and Harry turned to look at her; a knowing expression on his face. The sweet girl by the sink giggled. “That’s adorable.”

“Technically, m’right,” Harry said.

“Technically m’right,” Gemma mimicked in a tone that wasn’t even Harry’s and she stuck her tongue out at him. Harry pinched Gemma’s sides and she smacked him across the chest as siblings do.

“Hope you’re in it for the long haul,” Anne mumbled in her ear as she continued with the dishes. She smirked and shook her head. “Harry, would you relieve your poor lady of dish duty.”

Harry snickered and flicked Gemma on the cheek for good measure as he made his way to her side. “Thanks, kitten,” he said sweetly, pressing a kiss to her temple and nudging her out of the way with his hip. She took a deep breath feeling a slight bit of relief at his display of affection. But it was still so short. Not that she expected a long eloquent speech about dishes. But it was everything in their life recently felt like this. It made her so anxious.

Gemma nodded toward the living room, so she followed her there. “I know time is pretty limited this visit, do you want to go shopping or anything while you’re here? Visit the bakery you liked or that bookstore?”

“Oh...um...we don’t have to, no. M’just happy to see you and your mom,” she said sweetly.

Gemma smiled at her. “You haven’t heard from your ex since I visited right?” She asked. It seemed out of the blue. Shocked her a bit to think about that stupid day.

She blinked in surprise at her line of questioning. “N-no, not at all.”

She nodded. “Good, I hope he keeps his word that he won’t bother you ever again,” she shook her head. “Ridiculous.”

“Um...is there a reason you asked?”

“Well, I’ve asked Harry every so often, but he’s all privacy when it comes to you, y’know,” she shrugged. “Like I’m not allowed to know information about my future sister-in-law,” she rolled her eyes. “Think he’s a bit miffed he got punched in the face,” she smirked.

There was so much to process in Gemma’s words. She felt like an idiot sitting there, not knowing that she had specifically asked Harry on clearly more than one occasion about the exciting event from Gemma’s visit to the states. She was stunned by the future sister-in-law comment. Thinking about it made her stomach and heart flutter in tandem. Harry acting so weird made it seem nearly impossible to think about. And thinking about Harry getting punched in the face, even though it was long since happened, made her stomach churn.

“Oh...” she shook her head. “Well, you could ask me.”

“I know, but I didn’t want t’ask you over the phone. Seemed a bit much and impersonal and me dragging stuff up. I didn’t want it to be a thing, y’know?” Gemma explained. “M’sure it seems like it is now, but I just love and worry about you,” she said squeezing her knee. “I’ve never had a sister or anything close,” she smiled sweetly. “I know Harry will protect you with everything in him, but I also know you would get pretty upset about that too...I’ve seen it in person,” she had a mischievous look in her eye remembering the sweet girl storming out of the apartment building ready to do who knows what to protect her little brother when he was the one who sent her away from the scene.

She looked at Gemma for a minute. “I have three sisters,” she said softly.

“I know,” she nodded. “I can’t wait for you to be mine,” she wrinkled her nose, and she looked so much like Harry. She loved Gemma so much. As much as she could love a boyfriend’s sister. They were the best family and she hoped Gemma was right about the sister-in-law thing because she would hate to lose Gemma and Anne.

“Do you really think...” she swallowed. “Do you think Harry will...” she sighed and closed her eyes thinking it was easier to get the words out. “Do you think Harry will actually...allow us to be sisters?” She wondered. It was a stupid way to ask the question. But it was the only way to ask.

“Oh my God, yeah,” Gemma said with an eye roll. It wasn’t even a question. She didn’t elaborate, nor did she ask any follow up questions. It didn’t need a follow up question because it was so obvious in Gemma’s eyes. “Are you alright, love?” She asked.

She nodded, then shook her head. “Yeah...um...just a bit overwhelmed...”

Gemma tilted her head at her. She could see her analyzing her, practically. Her eyes scanning over her body language and facial expression trying to piece it together. “You’ll have to teach me how to be a girl-sister,” she smirked. “I only know how to be a boy-sister. But I will say, Harry’s pretty good at painting nails and braiding hair thanks to me.”

She smirked. “Yes, I suppose I should thank you for that,” her face and body relaxing once more. It kept Gemma from analyzing her, but she felt like Gemma already knew everything she hadn’t said out loud.

“Harry is so lucky to have you,” Gemma promised. “I won’t ever let him forget it, and you shouldn’t either,” she said. “I know he’s my brother, but he would be lost without you...it’s like...he was made to be with you. Has anyone ever told you that?”

“Once or twice.”

Gemma nodded. “You’re perfect for him. Exactly who I’d want for him...and more importantly, me, obviously.”

She grinned. “Well, glad I could be of assistance.”

*

Harry was grading in their bedroom while she cooked. It had been a while since he’d written anything, and he thought he’d reread some of his old stuff to get back into the swing of things. He had been under a lot of stress with the holidays among other things. Now that things were slowing down, he felt the need to get back into writing. Venting and expressing himself the way he knew best—even if only he (and occasionally his angel) would read it.

He leafed through the pages looking for something worth rereading when he noted her scrawly script at the back of the last page he’d written on. He turned immediately. It was dated from before Christmas, almost a month ago.

I dated this only so you know why I’m writing it and maybe it will put things in context when you see it.

If you are sick of me, I wish you’d leave because I don’t think I’ll be able to bare talking about it. It’s so different this time. You’re different. Everything about it is different. I think I’m imagining things, but you’ve been acting SO different. It makes me nauseous it’s why I’m writing in your journal. I promise I didn’t read the rest—I just wanted to write it because I feel so terrible about everything that I think I would get sick trying to talk about it. I know you want me to be comfortable talking to you, and I am. But this…

Harry...

If you’re sick of me, please just leave me in the middle of the night. Don’t leave a note. Don’t leave a forwarding address just leave so I can die in peace. I know that’s dramatic. I don’t want you to think I’d actually die so you don’t leave if you want to. But part of me would die...my heart absolutely would. I wouldn’t be able to date anyone ever again.

You are made for me, and I don’t want anyone else. If I did something wrong, please tell me how to fix it because I guess I’m lying. I really would die without you in the most melodramatic way imaginable.

I love you and I’m sorry if I did something wrong and I hope I can still fix it.

*

Harry sauntered into the kitchen while she stirred the batter, she was making for something at school. He’s not sure what it was for. Maybe it was bake sale. It could have been a reward for her students for a job well done on their test. But regardless, it was definitely a function of stress. He liked to hear her hum and he leaned against the frame of the entryway admiring her quietly while she worked so cutely and diligently. She had an apron tied around her clothing and Harry just wanted to lay her on the counter and kiss her and eat brownie batter off every inch of her skin.

“What would you do about school?” He asked from the doorway. She turned hearing his voice, but it was muffled by the music in her headphones. As she turned, she pulled it out of her ear and shook her head at him. It was stupid, but she was suddenly very nervous around him. It was Harry and she wasn’t scared—not really. Just scared of what he would ask of her.

She licked her thumb of chocolate and she swallowed nervously. Her eyebrows pinched tighter. “W-what?”

“School?” He repeated.

She blinked. “What about it?” She asked nervously.

“Well, y’want me t’leave,” he said holding his journal up as evidence and then placed it on the counter haphazardly. “Not leave a trace behind. Am I t’quit m’job? Or would we jus’ run into each other every day?” He had a smirk playing at the corner of his mouth. It was ridiculous how handsome he was. Even when he was about to leave her. Her lower lip trembled ridiculously. She could sense the amusement in his voice. It made her feel silly, but she still felt worried he would leave.

“Harry,” she whimpered. He chuckled.

“Kitten,” he cooed. “What were y’thinking? In what world could I ever leave you?”

She let the tears fall freely. “You’ve been so distant,” she sniffled. It was suddenly killing Harry to keep the distance between them. Nearly half the kitchen separated them. The air felt so cold between them. He crossed the space quickly and slid his hands up her forearms. The air warming almost instantly. She still seemed so nervous, her heart pattering out against her chest. His heart nearly shattered when he read his name. One sentence all alone. It was a gentle pleading. Harry. He could hear her voice break just like it did a few moments ago when he was kindly telling her how ridiculous she sounded—that he would leave her. She wouldn’t let go of the spoon stirring her batter. It must have made her feel better. Harry ignored it and continued to gaze at her as if she had lost her mind a bit—and maybe she had.

“Angel,” he clucked his tongue, he tried to meet her eyes where they were shifting away from him as he leaned down to look at her. “If I left you, I would die instantly. Don’t think I’d make it all the way downstairs. Would surely combust in the parking lot.”

She frowned. “Did I do something wrong?” She pressed.

“My God, love,” he sighed in exasperation. But he wasn’t exasperated. He wanted everything to be perfect and it wasn’t. But he loved her so much it didn’t matter. He just wanted her. “I’ve been trying t’figure the best way to propose t’you. S’near impossible,” he told her. “And ‘ve obviously made this worse by trying t’be sneaky.”

She dropped the battered spoon back into the bowl. It splattered a bit onto her arm. Harry swiped it away with his thumb. She swallowed. “What?” She whispered in shock.

“Proposal, m’love. Want t’marry you so much,” he told her. “Never wanted anything so badly in m’whole life. Need it t’be perfect,” he said shyly.  “Clearly ‘ve ruined that now.”

“You want to marry me?”

“Love, are y’serious?” He rolled his eyes. His hands slid up her arms, over her shoulders, the sides of her neck and settled holding each cheek between his palms. “Kitten,” he smiled at her so warmly, she could feel it melting every inch of her. “Why d’you sound so surprised?”

“Because you’ve...been acting so weird. I thought I did something.”

“Why didn’t y’say, anything, angel?” He chuckled. “You were seriously jus’ gonna kick me out through writing in m’journal?” He asked. He knew she was embarrassed, nervous, and probably felt terrible about everything. But it was truly laughable. The poor thing. She shrugged in response, her lower lip jutting out a bit in the most adorable pout. Harry had no choice but to rub his thumb along it. “Baby,” he cooed at her.

“Harry,” she whined. “Stop making fun of me!” She stomped her foot. His hands slid back down to her upper arms, and he pulled her toward her.

“M’sorry, kitten,” he said pressing his lips into a line in a futile attempt to hide his smirk. She pushed him to get away from him. He pulled her closer. “C’mon, m’sorry,” he said softly. “S’jus...unimaginable love,” he mumbled into her hair. Her ear pressed to his chest, she ran her hand up and down his arm squeezing her eyes closed, savoring the moment of being so close to Harry like this. “The idea of leaving you...” he shook his head. “Don’t know how anyone could even think ‘bout it.”

She didn’t say what she was thinking, what Harry knew she was thinking. It would break his heart...just like all the other times she broke his heart by not saying what was right in front of his eyes. She stayed silent listening to his heartbeat under her ear. “You want to marry me?” She asked again.

“More than I need t’breathe, m’love,” he promised.

“Why didn’t you just ask me?”

He shook his head. “You haven’t a clue how special you are, kitten,” he said simply. She could feel her heart skip a beat at his words. “I wanted it t’be perfect.”

“You just asking is perfect,” she mumbled. Her face pressed to his chest. “I’ve been distraught, Harry,” she said softly. “Cried to your mom about it. Nearly cried to Gemma about it.”

He smiled and shook his head against her. “That explains the incessant messages ‘ve been getting from them,” he pulled away from her keeping hold of one hand and he knelt to the floor. She gasped and put her hand over her mouth.

“You don’t have to do that,” she whispered.

He rolled his eyes and knelt anyway. “M’love,” he said softly. She squeezed his fingers. She didn’t blink. She didn’t want to miss a second of Harry’s words or his voice or anything about this moment. “I adore you, more than anyone ‘ve ever known. You’ve made m’life so much better in every way. M’hopelessly in love with you. Don’t want t’think about a day without you. M’the luckiest man in the world t’be in your life and spend every precious second with you. I promise m’gonna cherish every moment we have and I’ll...I’ll do anything for you. Will you,” he paused, and she pressed the back of her free hand to her mouth as he pulled out a small box from his pocket. She wasn’t so lost in his speech that she realized he was carrying the ring the entire time. “Please do me the greatest honor and marry me?”

She nodded. “Yeah,” she whispered.

“Yeah?” He repeated, that gorgeous, perfect smile of Harry’s spread across his face, nearly touching ear to ear. He rolled her ring finger between his two fingers.

She nodded more vigorously. “Yes,” she said breathlessly.

He stood up and wrapped his arms around her in one fluid motion. He was chuckling the whole time as her toes lifted off the ground. She giggled and clung to him, wrapping her arms around his neck. “You poor, silly thing,” he chuckled. “Leave you...think m’mum would kill me,” he mumbled. “Kitten, I couldn’t dream you, if I tried.”

She pressed her face into the crook of his neck and nodded still. “I love you so much,” she whispered.

“I love you,” he answered. “Made t’be with you,” he mumbled.

“Made to be,” she repeated softly into his skin.

“Always, always, always.”

[bunbeeplays]

The Lemon Legacy: Generation 1, Chapter 95 - A New Forever

Xander and Ophelia bring Gemma home the next day, and they are obsessed with her.

Xander: Who's Daddy's little object? Is it you? Yes it is!

Ophelia gets started on creating a supply of milk. She should probably not do it in front of a window that people walk in front of all the time, but hey, she's tired. Give her a break, she's doing her breast.

After a successful pumping session, Ophelia gets a call from her gran, who's on her way.

Eve: You still haven't told me her name!

Ophelia: You'll see!

Eve: Ophelia Marie, if you named that child after me-

Ophelia: I didn't, I promise. I know you think that's corny.

Ophelia finally gets to make those biscuits she abandoned after going into labor and when she finishes up, she sees Eve let herself in.

Eve: Are those my famous biscuits?

Ophelia: You know it! Want some?

Eve: I've eaten these a million times, I want to see my great-grandbaby!

Ophelia: Here she is!

Eve: She's beautiful, sweet pea. Now quit being so secretive about her name so I know what to call her!

Ophelia: Well, growing up, you talked about how you always wanted a daughter…

Eve: And I had your shitbag dad instead. Yes, I remember.

Ophelia: What did you always tell me you would have named your daughter if you had one, a name you loved?

Eve: …Oh Fifi, you didn't.

Ophelia: Gran, meet Gemma Lemon.

Gemma: spits up

Eve: You're a sweetheart, you know that?

Ophelia: I learned from the best.

Eve: Most people wouldn't really call me 'sweet'.

Ophelia: Well, you definitely taught me not to take any shit.

Eve: You're damn right I did.

Eve: You didn't have to name her that for my sake.

Ophelia: The name is important to you! And besides, it's beautiful. I knew you'd be mad if I named her Evelyn so this was my best bet.

Eve: Well, it's an honor. I know you'll be a great mother, sweetheart. I'm proud of you.

After Evelyn leaves to catch a loading screen back to Sulani, it's dinner time.

Xander: Alright, dinner and a show!

Ophelia: Stop it! I'm pumping milk for your daughter! This is not sexy.

Xander: Agree to disagree.

Said milk gets fed to Gemma before everyone goes to bed.

Ophelia: Slow down, you little milk monster! We don't want you to get an upset tummy.

Meanwhile, in Sulani, it's time for someone else to go to bed too.

Eve slowly dances with her partner, Kaipo, before it's time for both of them to turn in.

Eve: Gemma's beautiful, Kai. Ophelia's going to be fine, I just know it.

Kaipo: I still think you should have told her.

Eve: I couldn't bring myself to. She's so happy… She'll get through it. She's got a good husband, and that beautiful little girl. I've had a long, long, LONG life, Kaipo. Damn bodybuilder aspiration. It's my time.

Kaipo: I know. I will miss you, Evelyn.

Eve: You too, darling.

And with that, Evelyn Lemon goes to sleep for the last time.

Eve wakes up.

Even though she finds herself laying in sand, her back doesn't hurt. Nothing hurts, actually

When Eve stands up, her knees don't pop. The wrinkles on her hands are gone. She feels like a brand new Sim.

She sees a man staring out into the distance. It can't be… can it?

When he turns around, her heart feels like it's going to jump out of her chest.

Eve: Walt… is that really you?

Walt: The one and only. I know I look a little different than the last time you saw me. I'm a lot less old… and a lot less bald.

The two kiss for the first time in over a decade.

Eve: Oh, Walt. You missed so much. Richard, he and Jane disowned Ophelia but she's excelling. She's a Rising Star, and she just started a family-

Walt: I know, dear. I've been watching.

Eve: So you know about Kaipo.

Walt: Yes. I'm glad you had someone to enjoy your last days with. I don't know how this afterlife stuff works completely, but maybe I'll get to meet him someday and thank him.

Eve: So uh… did you ever watch us do it?

Walt: …I missed you, Eve.

Welcome to the Forever Save, Eve.

Thanks for being the mother figure Ophelia deserved.

[calif0rnia-lovers]

Back again with questions. Only it’s about Mayans…as I said before I never returned after the s3 finale. I have bolded the questions because it somehow turned into a rant post as well.

1. Was Manny Montana being brought to Mayans worth it? OR was his addition a tactic to garner more attention back to the show?

With him being freed up from Good Girls, I keep thinking they brought Manny in because they know he can play someone who can fit into an outlaw role (ie Rio), but can also a lovable soft side (ie Johnny T). Ya’ll know I follow Manny from fan base to fan base, and love to see my guy booked & busy. But I’d hate to pick Mayans back up to find they’ve shoveled in a temporary character to avoid developing the old. My guess is he’s from the charter that showed up at the end of S3. So his character is probably just to fill in for S4 to distract us from the poor writing of S3. Probably won’t make it pass a season, kinda like how they used the prospect character for a bit and tossed him away in S3.

2. Do they ever focus on Miguel being Felipe’s child???

That storyline alone could have saved Mayans. I think Elgin could learn from “less is more.” I liked SOA and definitely noticed its faults BUT….You know our boy Kurt would have cut out all the extra “mini-shocking” storylines like Angel being a hoe (and disrespecting his momma’s memory by giving her ring to Nails), Coco’s trip to Meth Mountain (when he could have just been a father to Letty and adopt Mini), Ez and Gabby (Sutter would’ve had Ez pining for Em with them sharing some long lost love stares across town like Jax and Tara in S1), and Bishop’s dead son (I’m sorry but they could have used that screen time to develop Bish into a bad ass Prez. That “bad ass Prez” was implied when I just wanted to see Bishop fuck shit up). Used ALL that wasted screen time to develop Miguel into the central character opposite of Ez. How would this simple tactic develop a far more interesting plot than what we were served in S3? Miguel be the father of Adelita’s baby. Fuel source #1 to the fire in the ultimate brother show down. Angel has a reason to hate Miguel. Fuel source #2 to the ultimate brother show down? Miguel fathering another woman’s child…easy plug to push Emily back into Ez’s arms. Which would have given enough ammo to push the original premise of this being a battle between brothers….Fuel source #3 Miguel wouldn’t have chickened out of killing Emily. He would have had Miguel drown her. Not saying this because I don’t like her character. Just saying that Sutter knew one thing “less is more.” It takes a simple act to tip a characters motives and the plot. Prime example: Opie being killed lit a fire under Jax’s ass and started pushing him toward’s the main goal of Jax dying. If they had taken that route they could have easily killed two birds with one stone. Miguel would have finally “crossed the line” separating him from his father. They made big deal saying he wanted to be different from his dad, but in the next scene show he was a lot like the man he was running from. With Emily being dead Ez would have a motivation in the Miguel and Ez tension they pushed the entire first season, only to randomly leave it at the end of S1. My guess is instead, Elgin has Gabby killed because she was Ez’s love interest when I stopped the show. But if he did I as a viewer wouldn’t buy that as enough for Ez to tip like Jax did. He knew Gabby for what…a year??

3. Lastly, did Hank get away from Nails?

Male show runners love an age gap. I’m still salty they didn’t just give Miguel someone his age instead of someone as young as Emily. Danny Pino deserved better. I don’t know why they gave Hank that weak storyline of falling for a girl young enough to be his granddaughter. They should have given him an old lady his age. If you want to know what I miss about SOA…all the old heads had old ladies their age. Some Gemma’s and Luann’s would have sprinkled in our weekly spice of drama. You caught a glimpse of it with the shitstorms Dita was able to stir when she was alive. We needed some legit old ladies to save this plot man

4. Am I the only one who feels we were pitched an entirely different show than what we got?

I hate when shows deviate from the original plan. I came to Mayans the second I saw they added Danny Pino. Seeing him play detectives half his career let me know he was going to serve as Galindo (and he did all of season 1). Can’t believe this Danny Pino opportunity was wasted like that. I came for the deadly Galindo Cartel and poor writing served a half baked drug king pin and a MC that can’t get shit done because they spend all their time focusing on personal shit instead of securing the bag. For an MC that strives solely on the Galindo transactions, I didn’t see a brick of coke more than twice the entire three seasons I watched. Elgin tried to turn the Mayans plot into something poetic. Sir. People don’t watch shows like SOA for half baked poetry. We want you to stick to the outlaw shit. That other stuff?

[kygirl01]

A Teller Meets A Dutton

Overview

John sends his youngest daughter "Elsa" to California to meet with Elliott Oswald about some horses, that he is interested in; but she has car trouble and has to go to Teller-Morrow.

Disclaimer

I don't own any of the characters, this will be a one shot; if anyone wants to turn it into a story they may. But please give me some credibility for the idea.

"Well dad he had at least two horses that would be worth the money," El spoke to John on the phone. "If it's only a couple I'll just wait to see what Tavis has." "They are still worth the money, especially with their bloodlines." There was a moment of silence "if you think they are worth it, I will trust your judgment."

All at once the engine started to make a knocking noise, "dad I'll call you back before I leave on the plane; this car is making a strange sound." I pulled the car over in front of the barbershop, I got out and went inside.

"Excuse me could you tell me if there is a garage close by, my car is making a knocking noise and I want to get it looked at." The barber turned to me and said, "Teller-Morrow down the street is the only garage in town." Smiling I offered a thank you, and left the building.

I found the garage with no problem, and pulled up infront of the office. When I walked in I saw a older lady with dark hair and highlights sitting at the desk. "Hi I am Gemma, can I help you?" She asked "hopefully, my rental is making a knocking sound; and I don't want to get halfway to the airport and it die."

She smirked a small smile, "fill this paperwork out; and I'll have one of the guys take a look." I handed her the keys, and filled out all the information the car rental gave me. She came back inside and sat back down, "so where are you from?" "Montana" she made a humming sound.

"So what brought you to our tiny small town?" I lifted a blond brow "you ask all your customers their life stories?" She chuckled "only the interesting looking ones," I laughed at that "I was here to look at some horses."

The next thing I know to door swings open to reveal a tall, well built, blond, clear blue eyed, and probably one of the best looking men I have ever seen. "I am going to assume you drove that fire hazard in here" he said. "Is it that bad?" "Darlin your lucky it didn't catch on fire with you driving it."

"Is there a car rental place in town?" "There is, Jax would you mind taking her, and I'll call your rental place to come and take this hunk of junk back." "OK, I'll take you in the tow truck" said Jax.

I gatherd my stuff, and followed Jax to the truck. I turned around to say buy to Gemma to see several of the men trying to look at me without looking obvious. I smiled at Jax "can they be anymore obvious?" He laughed "they can't help themselves around a beautiful woman."

He drove me to the rent a car place, and we made idle chat. But when we got there he stopped me, "so do you have to leave so soon?" I gave him a half smile, "unfortunately I do have to go home." "You think you might come back around sometime?"

I tilted my head, "Well I do have to pick up a couple of horses in a week if you can wait that long?" His eyes gave a mischievous glow "I think I can wait."

[bisexualbumblebee-writes]

Carrying the Banner Chapter 7: The Rally- Albert DaSilva x Gemma Hayes

Word Count: 2.4k

“You goin’ to the rally tonight?” Gemma had been in the process of cleaning up the rest of his injuries that he couldn’t get to last night when Albert spoke. She nodded as she pressed the wet rag she’d been holding to his cheek. 

“I think so. From what I hear Davey managed to convince Brooklyn and Staten to come tonight.”

“Brooklyn and Staten? I had some doubts about that kid but he has some guts,” he laughed softly, making the girl smile. 

“He probably managed it because Jack wasn’t there to say something stupid,” she joked lightheartedly, earning another laugh from Albert. 

“You’re probably right.” 

“Are you goin’?” She asked as she continued her work. 

“Well, if Staten and Brooklyn will be there, I gotta go see what goes down,” he nodded with a small smile. 

“I’ve been hearing things about Spot Conlon and Scout,” Gemma mentioned idly. “Spot’s been visiting Staten a lot the last few days.” That managed to pique the boy’s interest. 

“You think we were playin’ matchmaker?” He joked before shaking his head. “Wow, that would really be somethin’.”

“They’d be a power couple,” the girl giggled. “The two toughest leaders in the city together? They’d be unstoppable.”

“And shit would hit the fan if they ever fought, ever think of that?” He half joked. “I guess we’ll get a look at that tonight.” She giggled and shook her head amusedly. 

“I gotta say I don’t blame him for going back so much. That place is like heaven compared to here,” she half joked. But, she couldn’t deny that she’d been thinking about it after the whole bulls attack. Quinn offered her comfort and safety, something Jack hadn’t done much of since the strike started. Albert’s brows furrowed a little. 

“You’re not thinking about movin’ there, are you?” Gemma didn’t answer at first. She’d been conflicted about it for several days now, on one hand Staten never had to go without anything, and there were almost no fights, it sounded perfect. But on the other hand, that meant she’d have to leave her brothers, and leave Albert. Leave the place she’d called home since she was just a kid.

“I don’t know….” She trailed off quietly. The boy looked down and attempted to gather his thoughts. He had just gotten everything he dreamed of and it was already slipping away.

“If it’s right for you, go and do what you think is right, but your family is here,” is all he responded with. The girl looked away and sighed softly. She hated knowing that Albert wasn’t happy with her. 

“I know,” she mumbled. Albert looked down at her with worried eyes, as if he knew what she was thinking. 

“I’m not mad at you,” he said quickly. “I’m just worried. I love you, gemstone, and I don’t want to lose you.”

“You’re not gonna lose me, Al,” she said without hesitation, almost surprised that he would think something like that, as she lifted her hand cup his cheek. “Even if I were to go to Staten you wouldn’t lose me. I just got you, I’m not about to let you go just like that.”

“I know, I can’t help but be worried,” he muttered. “I love sellin’ with you and all the little things you do and when you throw pillows down at me to wake me up…” A small, gentle smile appeared on the girl’s face and she leaned forward so their noses were nearly touching in their close proximity. 

“If you want me to stay, just say the word and I will,” she whispered. 

“This needs to be your decision, Gem,” he shook his head, taking her hands in his. “I want you to want to stay, I’m telling you how I feel. But I don’t want to force you to stay.” It was Gemma’s turn to shake her head. 

“It wouldn’t be forcing me to stay. “You’re more important to me than what Staten could offer.” Albert took a moment to think over her words, then he looked into her eyes. 

“Then stay here with me, we’ll save up and get a place eventually and get out of sellin’ papes,” he offered, voice almost too quiet for her to hear. Nevertheless, she did. Her smile widened at him and she quickly leaned forward to press a soft kiss to his lips. 

“That’s all you had to say,” she whispered once she pulled away. The two of them shared a smile, happy to be there with each other and content to stay that way. 

Albert  walked into Medda’s theater and raised his eyebrows at the amount of newsies that had filled the seats. He had never seen that many kids in one spot before. Gemma was also surprised by the amount of people, but she couldn’t deny that it excited her. They were better in numbers than ever before, which gave her hope that this could actually work. She gripped Albert’s hand and shot him an ecstatic smile. He returned the smile as she took a seat near the back of the theater, their eyes on Davey. The boy looked nervous from where he stood beside the stage, glancing around every so often. It didn’t take Gemma long to realize that they were a newsie short. 

“Hey Dave, where’s Jack?” She asked curiously. 

“Yeah! Where’s Jack?” Albert shouted as the kids around them began to chant for their second leader. The couple watched as Davey shot Lucy a panicked look before timidly stepping onto the stage. Everyone grew quiet and watched in silence as he cleared his throat. 

“Newsies of New York... look at what we've done. We've got newsies from every pape and every neighborhood here tonight. Tonight you're making history!” He exclaimed, earning cheers from the different boroughs. It visibly boosted his confidence enough to continue with a small but encouraging smile. 

“Tonight we declare that we're just as much a part of the newspaper as any reporter or editor!  We're done being treated like kids. From now on they will treat us as equals!” He called, which made the newsies cheer louder. Right after he finished speaking Jack abruptly pushed past Lucy to reach the stage. 

“You wanna be talked to like an adult? Then start actin' like one. Don't just run your mouth. Make some sense,” he grumbled.

“Hey, it’s Jack!” Albert shouted, warranting some cheers from the crowd. Davey was all too eager to step back and allow Jack to speak. Gemma, meanwhile, hadn’t missed the disgruntled look on her friend’s face. Her brows furrowed in confusion as Jack looked around the crowd with a small frown on his face. He held his hand up to cue an end to the cheering, which died down quickly and turned into silent anticipation. 

“All right. Pulitzer raised the price of papes without so much as a word to us. That was a lousy thing to do,” he started. “So we got mad and let 'em know we ain't gonna be pushed around. So we go on strike. Then what happens? Pulitzer lowers the price so's we'll go back to work. And a few weeks later he hikes the price back up again, and don't think he won't. So what do we do then? And what do we do if he decides to raise his price again after that?” His question confused everyone. Gemma and Albert shared a puzzled look before facing Jack as he continued speaking. 

“Fellas, we gotta be realistic. We don't work, we don't get paid. How many days can you go without makin' money? However long, believe me, Pulitzer can go longer,” he continued as the crowd started to boo him. “But I have spoken to Mr. Pulitzer and he has given me his word: if we disband the union, he will not raise prices again for two years. He will even put it in writing. I say we take the deal. Go back to work knowing that our price is secure. All we need to do is vote ‘NO' on the strike. Vote no.” 

Albert and Gemma could do little more as his speech sparked outrage from the newsies in the theater. While Albert merely sat silently in his seat, Gemma grew angry. She couldn’t believe what she’d just seen and heard, and she was (understandably) extremely upset. She’d known Jack since she first came to the lodging house. He was like an older brother to her, keeping her safe against the Delanceys or the bulls before she met Albert. She genuinely couldn’t believe he would do something like this to them. A quiet curse left her lips and she stood, storming out of the theater. She was too angry to stay there. It was only at that point that Albert broke from his distracted stare. 

“Gemma, wait,” he called as he ran after her. The girl shook her head, continuing to walk down the sidewalk.

“He sold us out,” she muttered so quietly it almost wasn’t heard, though the anger in her voice was still evident. Albert sighed softly.

“That doesn’t mean the strike is over though,” he tries, grabbing her arm in an attempt to stop her.

“Doesn’t it?” She snapped without meaning to, stopping abruptly to face him “This is the second time Jack has bailed, Brooklyn and Staten will never want to help us again, and every other borough follows them without hesitation! It’s just Manhattan, and I don’t even think they want to do this anymore!” 

As she finished speaking, drops of rain began slowly littering the streets of Manhattan. It was almost as if she didn’t notice the sudden downpour, though. Albert flinched as a raindrop landed on his head, and he sighed softly. He silently pulled off his coat and set it on her shoulders without paying mind to her slight outburst. 

“Gemma, Jack doesn’t define us” he said simply. The girl sighed softly and shook her head, attempting to calm herself down. 

“I’m pretty sure it’s over, Al,” she all but whispered. 

“What do you want me to do for you right now?” He asked, looking at her with sad eyes.

“I don’t-” she sighed again. “Let’s just go home.” She allowed Albert to take her hand and lead her back to the lodging home. As they walked, the boy looked down at her. 

“I’m sorry about Jack.” Gemma shrugged. 

“Nothing we can do about it.”

“But I’m still sorry, I feel awful.”

“It’s not like you’re the one who bribed him,” she laughed quietly. 

“I know.” The boy shrugged as they reached the steps of the lodging home. Gemma stopped and looked at him. She couldn’t help but smile when she noticed his now soaked hair sticking to his forehead. 

“You’re looking especially handsome in the rain right now,” she mentioned, hands idly holding onto his vest. Albert couldn’t help but smile upon seeing her mood shift, eyebrows raising a bit as he looked at her. 

“Is that so?” He questioned amusedly. “Well I think you look quite fetching in my coat.”

“Maybe I should wear it more often,” she half joked. 

“Maybe you should,” he agreed, leaning closer to her. “Your eyes look beautiful.” His voice was barely audible over the rain, but the girl still heard it all the same. She smiled up at him then, rather than answer, she leaned in the rest of the way and kissed him gently. Albert tilted his head and kissed back, wrapping his hands around her waist slowly. Then, without warning, he leaned over and held her in a small dip,  supporting her by the waist. The girl giggled against his lips before pulling away just a bit, staring up at him with wild adoring eyes and a breathless smile. He returned the smile with stars in his eyes. 

“I’m so lucky,” he whispered.

“I think I’m the lucky one here,” she whispered back, moving one hand to cup his cheek, her thumb rubbing against his bottom lip absentmindedly. Albert merely hummed in response before swooping, holding her like a bride 

“Let’s get dry, it’s pouring out here.”

“Really? I never noticed,” she teased, wrapping her arms around his neck as he hip bumped the door open. He brought her inside, setting her down once they were in front of their bunks so he could grab some clothes. While he did that she grabbed some of the few towels in the lodging home, bringing them back over to the bunks just in time to see him kick off his boots and unclip his suspenders. 

“Trying to seduce me already?” She teased. Albert stuck his tongue out at her before grabbing some clothes for both of them. 

“You came back before I could start my dance,” he joked back.

“I’m all eyes,” she giggled, throwing one of the towels at his chest, which he caught with ease before throwing some clothes at her. She watched him dry his hair for a moment before blushing and turning away, peeling away her clothes so she could dry off. Once they were both comfortably dressed they laid down on Albert’s bunk, which was on the bottom. Albert’s arms wrapped around her like it was the most natural thing, pulling her close with a content sigh. 

“I love you.”

“I love you too,” she muttered, burying her face in his chest. “I’m sorry I snapped at you earlier.”

“I’ve dealt with much much worse,” he laughed out, shaking his head. “I’m practically Race’s punching bag.”

“You’re practically mine too,” she teased. 

“I’m just a big punching bag,” he pouted jokingly.

“At least I give kisses after a punch. Probably can’t say the same for Race.” Albert snorted.

“No, he’s not nearly as affectionate in abusing me as you are.”

“Thank goodness, otherwise you’d have me thinking you were two timing me,” she joked, earning a laugh from the boy as he rolled onto his back, pulling her close.

“You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, gemstone.”

“Man, you must’ve been through some really bad stuff if I’m the best thing that’s ever happened to you,” she half joked

“Very very bad stuff, because you’re the worst,” he joked with a nod, poking her side.

“Aw, you have such a way with words, Al,” she giggled, a yawn leaving her lips afterwards. Albert laughed softly, kissing her forehead. 

“I sure do,” he muttered. “Goodnight, gemstone.” The girl couldn’t do more than hum in response before sleep finally overtook her.

[yuyu-bi]

......where do i start.....

okay well first....this is the longest season finale ever? we kept thinking each episode was the last one but it wasn’t and we still have one more episode to go...ughhhh

gemma is the true antagonist called it bc she literally lets so much shit slide past her for the sake of keeping her family together and it kinda makes her seem like an magnet for destruction but when it’s actually bc she’s incredibly selfish and manipulative and honestly...good for her lmao even when everything is falling apart around her she somehow manages to keep everything together for the most part but not for the reasons people believe

wendy coming back and wanting to see abel is not and should not be the crime of the century i’m so sorry i do think she does have a right to at least see her son??? idk if she even wants to be involved in his life but she should at least see him? but they literally treat her like a pariah and tara literally had a mental breakdown when she talked to her for what reason??? bc she said she had a right to see her son even though tara calls him hers? no one made you take care of abel this isn’t like a ‘shameless’ situation where tara was left w abel to fend for the both of them?? you wanted to take care of him and even had a kid of your own w jax like??? and yeah tara jax AND GEMMA all deny her that which ik wont end well for her but what is the harm in letting her see the child she birthed? they act like she abandoned him purposefully but she literally went to rehab and cleaned up her like a hell of a lot better than the three of them combined she even said she probably is the most stable adult in abel’s life currently WHICH IS SO TRUE RN LMAOO this plot line is dumb and i hate it so much bc it’s actually ridiculous 

gemma giving the letters to jax bc she wants clay to die is so funny to me lmao bc why are you validating your son murdering his stepdad and then being shocked when he still wants to leave charming after doing so? it’s hard keeping track of what ppl know and what they dont know about what happened this season most of the mc dont know the gemma was beat up by clay they dont even know that piney’s dead and they sure as hell dont know that clay tried to kill tara bc of the letters she had they’re completely in the wind w some of this minus tig and opie like??? they dont even know about the letters and i doubt they will for a while

lmao also there was a scene w clay and unser where like i guess he knows that unser is in love w gemma or whatever and comments that this is probs the perfect opportunity to take gemma from him and whatever and unser has literally been calculating his downfall since lmao he even told opie that clay killed piney not even a minute after discovering his dad died like wtf??? even when clay got shot i was literally hoping for him to just like say smth about that to him but sadly unser is nicer of a character than i thought :( would have been good though pettiness on this show is abundant 

i love how he still does not know about tig and gemma lmaooo even left tig w gemma at some point before all this even happened idk idk idk 

clay and gemma man.....is so sad that i think they’re still the best couple on this show?? i doubt they’ll even be together after all this but i do think they did actually love each other as opposed to jax and tara (who is now weirdly asking people to validate their love of her??? yikes) but lmao that scene where gemma saw clay coming out of tara’s hospital room (!!!) and tells him that opie is looking for him bc of piney and then afterwards hold his face tells him she still loves him and kisses him??? pure gold my guys gemma is truly unhinged clay’s face said it all during that scene like wtf actually lmaoo especially since she wants him to die like??? and he doesnt even know that im dead she’s great 

the fbi stuff i dont care much for but i wonder why danny trejo said that otto didn’t rat out the club but he did do smth?? maybe it was just bobby idk but also juice :( hope he gets out of that situation 

tig also most likely set forward the plot line for the next season w killing that girl lmaooo this is bc no one tells him what’s going on and also he felt guilty for letting clay get shot by opie bc he loves and respects him :( that whole scene w them reminded me of christopher talking to tony while he was still in the coma from also getting shot lmao there’s more to it but yeah 

[sweet-babyrose]

La Rosa Roja (Sandra Paños x Reader)

gif made by: ultraiboothings (deactivated?) 

fic requested by: @gt713​

Summary: Sandra hasn’t introduced the team to her new gf yet but decides to set up a cooking class at her new restaurant

Paños: I'm setting up a cooking night. Private chef instructor. Celebrate beating Real again. Need to know who wants to go. Tuesday. 8pm.

 Leon: Me!!

 Alexia: both of us

 Jenni: what 👑 said

 Ana: sounds wonderful

 Jana: none of us can cook. This will be an epic disaster.

 Cata: but we'll all be there anyways. They won't charge us if we burn the place down, will they?

 Paños: I've been assured the chef will be nice to us

 Pere: madre mía. I hate working for my dinner. But I guess.

 Patri: of course I want in. What're we cooking???

 Osho: yesssss

 Pina: my mom's are coming. I'm coming, too.

 CGH: me!

 Super Mario: oooo yes

 Leila: I have to comfort my gf - apparently she's still upset we scored 6 times

 Jenni: just tell her to come with us

 Jenni: and then she can score on you ;)

 Irene: please you two. Yes, I'll come.

 Mel: me too

 Jenni: what? We've all seen the hickeys the kid leaves

 Alexia: stop

 Marta: I'm in

 Gemma: yesss, can't wait

 That Tuesday, Sandra texted the address for the restaurant to everyone, having kept it a secret until then. La Rosa Roja had been booked solid since the day it opened six months ago. This was the chef's third restaurant in Barcelona. And the other two were Michelin starred restaurants. She laughed reading the new flood of texts reacting to the restaurant they were going to.

 She got there early, wanting to meet with the chef ahead of everyone's arrival. She spotted her in the back of the restaurant, double checking everything for their cooking lesson. Sandra greeted the host, a young 20 year old girl who waved enthusiastically back to her.

 "Hola, Sandra," she said. "She's waiting for you in the back dining room." Sandra smiled at her and then walked towards the back.

 "I'm looking for Y/N Y/L/N," she told the chef. "I heard she's an incredible chef willing to put up with an entire team of football players tonight."

 You looked up, a huge smile splitting your face. "Well you've come to the right place." You put your notebook down and walked to Sandra. "Hi, mi amor."

 "Hi." She kissed you, curling her fingers into the front of your white coat. "How was your day?"

 "It just got significantly better." You pecked her lips again and then wiped your lipstick from her lip. "Don't want them to guess too early," you said with a giggle. "Who do you think is going to get it first?"

 "Capi sees everything. But she probably won't say anything. I'll bet Pere or Patri will be the first to say something."

 "We'll see soon." You smiled, stepping away from her. She reached out, smoothing out the wrinkles she'd put in your coat. Her teammates would be showing up in the next few minutes. "Want to go see the new toys I got in the kitchen before they get here?" Sandra nodded, lacing her fingers with yours, and followed you back into the kitchen.

 By the time the team started trickling in, Sandra was seated along the far end of the table, away from where you would be instructing the group. She was pretending to read through the ingredient list when they walked in even though you knew she had already read it. Twice. You looked down at your notebook, trying to hide the smirk. Just a minute ago, she had been blowing air kisses in your direction.

 Mapi, Leila, Patri, Jenni, and Alexia were the first to arrive. You'd seen pictures of them around Sandra's apartment and knew most of their names at this point. They all took the seats surrounding Sandra. You weren't at all surprised when Alexia was the first to approach you.

 "Hi, I'm Alexia."

 "Y/N. So nice to meet you." You shook her outstretched hand. "My girlfriend's a big fan."

 "But not you?" she asked, laughing.

 "I don't know much about football. She tries to teach me, though. She's mildly obsessed with it."

 "If she ever wants tickets to a game, I assume you have Sandra's number now? Just tell her I said it was okay."

 You gave her a polite smile. "I'll be sure to do that. Thank you." You bit the inside of your cheek to prevent the smile from turning into a smirk.

 "No, the thanks is all to you for agreeing to put up with all of us for tonight."

 You laughed again. "Rowdy bunch?"

 "We can be. I hope you had some strong coffee before this." She smiled before returning to her seat.

 "I saw her in a magazine a few months ago. She's cuter in person," Leila said, leaning closer to Alexia.

 "And she's gay. You owe me €20, Mapi. Leave her alone," Alexia warns, seeing Patri look over at Y/N. "She has a girlfriend." Patri slumped back in her seat, crossing her arms.

 "How'd you set this up?" Jenni asked Sandra, looking around. "This place is so cool."

 "I know someone. She helped me out."

 "Would that be the someone that's had you all smiley the last six months?" Patri asked.

 "Might be," she answered, the tips of her ears turning red.

 "Seriously, when do we get to meet this girl of yours?" Jenni asked. "You're like halfway to asking her to marry you at this point." Jenni was startled by the way Sandra immediately shushed her. "What? It's not like she's here to hear this conversation." She rubbed a hand on Sandra's shoulder.

 "You'll meet her soon. I'll bring her for dinner or something."

 You came up behind Sandra, dropping your hands on her shoulders. She jumped slightly under your touch before looking up and relaxing. "Is this everyone? Should we get started?" She looked around, counting.

 "Just missing Mel." Sandra pulled her phone out of her pocket to text her but saw a message waiting. She quickly read it, sending a reply. "Baby emergency. She's not going to make it. So this is everyone."

 "Great," you smiled down at her, before walking back around the table to your spot. If you let one hand drag across her shoulder when you left her, well, it probably wasn't noticed.

 "Hi, everyone. I'm Y/N Y/L/N. Welcome to La Rosa Roja. I'm the owner and chef and I'm so happy to have you all here tonight. I've heard this is a big celebration for winning an El Clasico game again?" The room erupted in applause and cheers. You laughed at their joy and enthusiasm. You weren't used to such a large group of athletes. Yet. "And I hear also with a clean sheet for your goalkeeper?" You looked at Sandra, cocking your head to the side, giving her a smile when her teammates all cheered for her. She ducked her head to hide the blush, making your smile grow wider. She was just so darn cute sometimes.

 "Well, congratulations to all of you. I've been told this is a very big deal."

 "You don't watch football?" Pere asked.

 "Unfortunately not very often," you said with a nervous giggle. You weren't usually nervous in front of large groups but something about this large group had you wanting to hide in a corner.

 "Um, so I've prepared a menu for you all. Five course tasting menu. I'll break you up into groups and each group will prepare a different part of the menu. At the end, everyone can try anything they feel safe trying."

 "Sounds like you've been warned some of us are terrible cooks," Patri said.

 "I may have been warned of that, yes." You felt yourself beginning to relax and smiled at Patri. "Don't worry. If the food is really terrible, I'll make you something else."

 "Can I burn our food on purpose?" Jenni whispered to Alexia, who smacked her leg in response.

 "Just please don't start any fires," you said. You laughed when she paled at having been heard. "Alright let's get started. Split off into groups of 3 or 4. The ingredient list for what you'll be making is on the table in front of you. All of the ingredients are on those two shelves in the back corner," you said, pointing to two large stainless steel units in the corner. "Let's get going." You clapped your hands.

 And then the chaos began. Girls were shouting across the table at each other that they were claiming certain people for their team. Patri snuck under the table to swap her ingredient list with the table next to her. Pere folded her list like an airplane and threw it at Jenni, hitting her in the shoulder.

 You sat back in amusement and watched it all unfold over the next several minutes. And then something else happened. As soon as they all chose their groups, they settled down and got to work. You could see scrunched eyebrows and whispered tactics about tackling the dishes. Alexia calmly walked over to the shelves and picked up all the ingredients she would need. Pere ran for the shelves, tripping over someone's foot. Bruna and Cata went together to get everything.

 You met Sandra's eyes and gave her a soft smile.

 Walking around the table, you helped each group properly make their food.  You showed Cata how to debone a fish. She wiggled the bones at Jana, making her scream. You told Irene the best way to make sure the vegetables cooked evenly despite being different shapes and sizes. You made suggestions to Aitana about substitutions she could use if she didn't like the ingredients you had picked out.

 Stepping up behind Sandra, you covered your laugh with a cough. Somehow, she had ended up on cutting duty. Clearly her teammates had never witnessed her lack of kitchen skills. Sandra was terrible with a knife. You often showed her the proper way to handle a knife but she could never seem to get it down. When you saw the knife slip and nearly catch her hand, you stepped up closer, grasping her hand tightly over the knife handle.

 "Hang on, you're going to injure yourself," you said gently. You leaned over her shoulder so you could see the cutting board in front of her. You moved the onion closer, showing her how to protect her thumb, by holding it behind the onion, and curling her other fingers to help guide the knife. Holding the knife with her, you slowly lowered it and lifted and lowered until she seemed to get the rhythm. "Okay, try it yourself." You moved next to her to watch properly. Her face was red and you imagined that if you touched her right now, her skin would be hot.

 "Um, thank you," she said, clearing her throat, not looking up at you.

 Smiling to yourself, you patted her hand. "You'll get it. Keep working at it. Or let Alexia take over." You smiled at Alexia who was watching with interest. "I wouldn’t want anything to happen to those fingers of yours. I'd think they’re important to a goalkeeper,” you added with a wink. You kept moving, ignoring Pere and Patri who were hitting each other's legs and looking over at Sandra.

 "I know we're Spanish but that was…intimate," Leila said, whispering the last word to Sandra. Sandra blushed and continued cutting the onion, refusing to respond.

 "She's just being a good instructor," Alexia said, smirking at Sandra.

 When the dishes were done, you instructed them all to put the plates on the table in the middle of the room. It was a large table with a stack of plates and utensils at one end. Patri was first in line, waiting for everyone to put their dishes down so she could get some of each one. She nudged Leila out of her way when Leila tried to get in front of her in the line.

 As Patri made her way down the table, her eyebrows rose on her head. "Hey Sandra, looks like you're really in luck tonight. Aren't all of these your favorite dishes?"

 Since Sandra had already known the menu for the night, she forced herself to look down the table at the different dishes and act surprised. "Wow, it's almost like I set this class up myself or something."

 You laughed, drawing some attention to you. You and Sandra had spent quite a bit of last weekend creating the menu for tonight. "Sorry, sorry. Ignore me."  You busied yourself cleaning up while they all filled their plates.

 "Going to join us?" Alexia asked, stepping up to you with a plate.

 "I was waiting to see the general reactions after the first bites before I got some for myself," you admitted. "I don't generally join the people in these classes for a meal but I thought I could make an exception tonight."

 "I thought you might," Alexia said. She left the plate with you, going back to her seat. You smiled to yourself. Sandra had been right about one thing - Alexia would figure it out first.

 Hoping not to be too obvious, you filled your plate and went to sit back in your seat at the front of the room. Or that had been your plan until Patri called you over to sit with them.

 "We want to hear all about how it feels to be so amazing in the kitchen," Patri said when you took the empty seat on the other side of Sandra.

 Relaxing, you started talking. Food was something you could talk about all day. You'd always loved being in the kitchen and creating. Your parents used to let you go crazy putting things together and they used to eat it, no matter how disgusting it was. Now, they were happy to see that their years of eating cereal baked on literally anything had paid off and you were getting to spend your time creating food for others.

 You found them all easy to talk to, though you hadn't doubted that they would be. Sandra had a lot of love for all of them and you couldn't imagine her feeling that way about people who were purposefully difficult. You had been worried that your nerves would make you tongue-tied but that hadn't happened. It probably helped that Sandra had pressed her leg up against yours under the table, giving you some connection. Your nerves were probably clear to her with your constant hand gestures. You only used your hands that much when talking if your nerves were on edge.

 Talking to them, you hadn't noticed how late it had gotten until your house manager came in to let you know they had closed the dining room.

 "Oh shoot." You looked down at your watch. "I'm sorry, could you excuse me?" You rushed into the kitchen, apologizing to your team about being so absent tonight and letting them know you could clean up for the event if anyone needed to get home on time. Generally the kitchen staff stayed about an hour past closing to clean but you knew with the class tonight, it would take more than an hour. A lot of the staff had young children and it wasn't their fault you had lost track of time. And the girls had created a lot of dishes.

 "Sorry about that," you said, walking back into the back dining room. "Just needed to talk to my team for a minute."

 "Everything okay?" Jenni asked.

 "Oh yeah, no problem. Just letting them know I'll stay and clean up. So many of them have families waiting at home for them and I hate making them stay late."

 "We made the mess, we can clean it up," Alexia said. "There's a lot of us. We’ll be done in no time."

 "Oh, that's okay. Please don't worry about it." You started stacking the plates to take back to the kitchen. "I really enjoyed having you all here tonight."

 Jenni whistled loudly, startling you. "Hey, goons, let's clean this mess before we head out." And just like earlier, the room erupted into organized chaos. Within thirty minutes, the dishes were drying in the kitchen, the table cloths were in the wash, the tables were moved back where they belonged, the floors were cleaned, and the kitchen was spotless.

 "If any of you ever decide you want a career change, I'll hire you," you laughed, looking around the room with your hands on your hips. They'd cleaned the place so fast and so well that your staff was going to get to go home even earlier than normal. "Thank you so much for doing this. It was too much."

 "Thank you for a great evening," Irene said. "We really appreciate everything." She shook your hand as she walked out. They each thanked you as they walked out.

 "I'm just going to stay back for a minute, make sure the bill's all settled. I'll meet you in the parking lot," you heard Sandra tell Leila. She lingered until everyone left before approaching you.

 "That went well," you said.

 "I think so." She reached out, resting a hand on your hip. "Coming home soon?"

 "Yeah, I just have to finish up some paperwork and then I'll be home."

 "Sounds good," she said, giving you a small kiss. "See you in a bit." She gave you another kiss before walking out. You stood there for a moment, just appreciating how much love Sandra had brought into your life. You were grateful for her every day.

 Turning to walk to your office, you saw the leather jacket slung over the stool in the back. Picking it up, you noticed the rip in the side from when you'd accidently caught the material in a fence. Hurrying after Sandra, you opened the door to the main dining room, expecting her to be alone.

 "Hey, baby, you forgot your jacket." Except, Sandra wasn't alone out there. Her entire team was still standing in the dining room. They all went completely silent when you walked in with her jacket. "Um, oops." You gave Sandra a sheepish smile and a small shrug.

 "Guess that explains the pink lipstick on her face now," Leila said smirking. Sandra's hand immediately came up to her face, trying to wipe it away.

 "Sorry, thought I got it all," you said, rubbing your thumb over the tip of Sandra's lip to wipe the last bit away.

 "Called it," Patri said, high fiving Pere.

 "Alright, alright don't be weird," Sandra warned, looking at Pere before she could say anything. She lifted your hand to her lips. "Y/N is my girlfriend."

 You found yourself squished up against Sandra, in the center of a huge group hug. You'd never been part of team sports growing up and this unique position caused you to laugh. You buried your face against Sandra's shoulder, feeling her press a kiss to the top of your head. "This is their way of saying they approve," she whispered to you.

 "We definitely approve!" Jenni said, as they all stepped back.

 "Don't think you'll need me to help with those tickets, after all," Alexia said.

 "No, I don't think so either," you said, smiling. You laced your fingers with Sandra.

 "But we're going to fully expect you to start coming to games now. We'll make a full-time public WAG out of you," Jenni said, laughing.

 "A what?"

 "Nothing. It's nothing. We'll talk about this later," Sandra interrupted before Jenni could answer. "Okay, everybody out! Let's go, let's go." She started shoving them towards the front door, leaving you looking after them. When she ushered the last person out, she hurried back to you to give you a lingering kiss. "I'm so happy. This went so well."

 "She says with surprise in her voice."

 "They're just a lot. So thank you for handling them like a champ."

 "If I'm going to be the WAG of a champ, I have to act like one," you said, laughing at the expression on her face. "I may not know a lot about football but I know what that one means. My brother is always drooling over Victoria Beckham and Georgina Rodríguez. He's used the term before." Sandra dropped her head to your shoulder, groaning.

 "I'm sorry about them."

 "Why? She clearly meant it in a good way." You scratched the back of her head. "I'm looking forward to being a part time public WAG," you whispered. “I already have a full time job.”

 "And I'm looking forward to being a part time public um, what do they call the wives and girlfriends of top chefs?"

 "Nobody cares," you laugh, amused she would even consider that a word existed. "But I'll know."

 "Perfect. That's all that matters." She kissed you again, squeezing your hand. "Your paperwork going to take long? I can just hang out so you're not alone."

 "Maybe half hour?"

 "Okay, go. I'll be out here."

 "If you're going to be here, you might as well sit with me," you said, tugging her behind you into your office. You tossed her jacket in the corner, pulled her down into your lap, and turned on the computer. "Motivation to work harder and get home sooner," you said when she looked down at you.

 "Or is this just your way of asking me to distract you? Because this seems like a very good spot to be in for that job." She wrapped an arm around your shoulder, leaning down to bite your ear.

 "Keep your mouth to yourself for thirty minutes, Paños."

 "Okay, okay," she said, watching you start typing data into the spreadsheet you'd pulled up. Sandra grinned to herself. You hadn't said anything about keeping her hands to herself.

[finelinevogue]

he’s so vogue

Description - you are the journalist for the new Harry Styles December Vogue Issue

A/N - how is everyone doing? hope you enjoy! if you have any requests please feel free to ask. love you all and have a lovely rest of the week!

warnings: swearing

[masterlist]

Being a journalist for Vogue was probably the biggest flex you could ever make.

After 3 years of studying English Literature at Surrey University, you never thought, only a year after, you'd be working as an apprentice at Vogue UK. If it weren't for your Aunty, who worked in the fashion design section at Vogue HQ, then you'd no doubt still be a broke-ass, single, lonely student. Ok, lonely you still were but your job was so full-on that you didn't have time for a relationship.

Two years into your apprenticeship you were promoted to an official member of the team, and then another two years later you got promoted to team leader in your department of journalism, and editing; The Media - or as you like to call it - "The Celeb Goss". You were beyond happy with your job and found such passion in every article your wrote. Whether it be about a new celebrity romance or the collapse of one, you found a way to story-tell in such a meditated way that everyone loved your pieces.

That's why the Harry Styles had requested you to be the one to interview him.

Of course you'd written about A-list celebrities in the past, producing articles on pregnancy rumours, or engagements, or breakups, but you'd never met them before authoring an article. You'd met plenty of D-list celebrities who thought they were mega famous, but if you mentioned their names people would turn around and ask "who?".

This is why interviewing Harry Styles was a massive thing for you.

Not very often did you get to do work out in the field, especially in these covid infested days, but nevertheless it was your favourite part of the job. Getting to meet the people you were writing about was completely refreshing, allowing you to obtain a clearer outlook on which direction to take on your journal piece.

You were asked to go to Stonehenge, where the photoshoot was being filmed, as your office of interview. Even though you'd lived in the UK all your life, you'd never actually been to Stonehenge. It wasn't really on your bucket-list, but it was a pleasure to get to see it all the same.

Being the prepared interviewer you were, you'd prepared an array of questions that you were set on asking Harry. You'd never met him before, but after much googling and youtubing of him prior to meeting him today you would already be confident in saying he's the most brilliant man to ever exist. You were really nervous that you were going to screw this interview up and make a terrible mess in front of Harry Styles.

"Lisa! What if I accidentally say something I shouldn't?" You ran your stressed hands through your hair.

This whole morning had been frantic. It had started off by you waking up late, no thanks to Lisa, your best-friend and co-worker, pressing snooze on the alarm. You wanted to look professional today so you'd put on your best shirt - only to spill coffee down it ten minutes later. So now, you smelt of coffee and were wearing what was left in your wardrobe - and it wasn't much. The only things left clean were a pair of pink corduroy flares and some, pastel coloured, graphic t-shirt to go with it.    

"You won't. Stop being so negative." Lisa rolled her eyes, probably fed up with the amount of winging she'd heard from you this morning - and you'd only been awake an hour.

"My outfit is hardly professional either." You huffed, pouring the rest of your, second, coffee down the drain.

"Well I think you look gorgeous." Lisa stated, whilst putting her breakfast bar wrapper in the bin.

You and Lisa were back and forth about you stressing, and such, for about half an hour before you had to leave. You had a great panic about losing your glasses too. You could see without them up close, but for long distance viewing and reading you were practically blind. You were taking Lisa's car, since she didn't think you were emotionally stable enough to drive. Lisa was the creative director on the set, and thank goodness she was so you could at least ramble to someone.

After a two hour drive up from London, you arrived at Stonehenge and it was freezing. Although the sun was out, it did nothing to keep your body heated. The journey up had been nice because you sat in your nicely heated car, chatting away with Lisa and blasting some Harry Styles out of the speaker. You'd made it through the first album, and the second one up to Canyon Moon before reaching your destination.

Upon arriving you could just about, without glasses, make out about 15 other cars, arranged at the bottom of a hill. There was an array of Audis and BMWs, a few Range Rovers, which you placed your bets on one was Harrys, and a green, vintage, Jaguar which was most likely belonging to the fashion editor or something. There was also a modern barn, perched at the foot of the hill, which was where Harry would be getting changed in to his various different outfits.

It took you a moment to register that Lisa had parked and was already clambering out of the car, making you look a little idiotic still blankly staring at the beautiful scenes in front, and around, of you.

But it was still bloody freezing.

You jogged a little to the boot and whipped out your white cardigan. Originally you'd thought that this would've been enough to keep you warm, but now you were starting to think otherwise.

The atmosphere here was amazing. People were rushing around left, right and centre loading, and unloading, various pieces of equipment and clothes. You caught sight of brightly coloured fabrics being carried to and from various places. There were the camera crew, and presumably director, all chatting amongst themselves. The smell of the very fresh air was so lush that you'd forgotten what it smelt like - especially after years in London.

You grabbed your bag from the boot, which had your notes, recording kit and laptop stuffed inside, before locking the car and following Lisa in to the barn.

It was lovely and warm inside - a completely different climate to than the outside. It was as if it was Bali inside and Antarctica outside. Better Bali than Antarctica though.

"Ok. Let's put our stuff down over here and then go find people we need to meet and such." Lisa instructed, you still too in awe of the place to fully comprehend what was going on.

You followed Lisa and you two ended up dropping off your stuff next to some other bags. You took a liking to the purse next to your stuff. Next to your bag, it made yours seem ancient - like it was worth nothing more than a penny. It was luscious and a beautiful baby blue colour. You softly ran your hands over it, finding satisfaction in how smooth and subtle it was.

"Hope you're not planning on stealing that, love." A manly voice appeared from behind you. You whipped around to see who's bag you'd been messing with, and it was just your luck that it was to be Harry Styles'. Of all the people's it could've been it had to be his. 

Perfect.

He looked dashing. He was in black flares and his iconic 'But daddy i love him', t-shirt, along with a huge green anorak. His hair was prettily clipped back with a pink clip, presumably placed there to gave his curls greater volume. In his hand he had a pink toothbrush and you guessed he'd come back over to put it away in his bag - only to find you caressing it instead.

"Oh - no, no. Not at all. I - uh - I just thought it was beautiful." You stammered over your words, choosing them carefully to try and make you look less like an active criminal.

"Mhm." Harry nodded whilst looking you up and down, most likely judging why a peasant like you, in comparison to him, was touching his expensive property. "Well, I love your flares darlin'." Harry looked down at your trousers, his compliment making you blush a little.

"Thank you. That wasn't professional, and neither is my outfit, I know, and I apologise." You added, because you knew that if your boss knew you turned up today the way you did she would give you a right bollocking - and potentially even fire you.

"Never apologise for flares. You look amazing." Gemma perked up, making you feel more self conscious surrounded by all these other beautiful women. Gemma was in a slouchy, knitted, jumper and basic jeans - no doubt all from shops beyond your budget - and yet she looked like a model fit for the runway for Vogue.

"Okay, sorry." You apologised again, to which you, creepily, got the exact same, stern, look from the Styles siblings at the same time.

"My stylist, Harry, introduced me to big pants. He offered whether I wanted to try a pair of flares, and I was like, 'Flares? That's fucking crazy'!" Harry laughed as he told his story, earning a laugh out of you too. "Now they're my favourite item of clothing. Have a whole wardrobe dedicated to them."

"I wish he was joking." Gemma laughed at her brother and his flare obsession.

"Well you do look handsome in them, so I understand why." Your words rolls off your tongue before you could even comprehend what you were saying. Only after you finished your sentence did you completely intake what you'd just said.

"Good start." Lisa giggled to you, before turning to walk over to the coffee station. It was a help-yourself coffee bar and you knew that you were going to bed at least five cups to get over the last five minutes alone. You'd probably drain the station before letting anyone else have any.

"Oh god." You awkwardly mumbled, not daring to see how weirdly Harry would be looking at you, before walking off outside.

You had spent less than 10 minutes here and yet you'd never felt like a bigger clown. Joining the circus had never been so easy.

The outside wind hit you like a powerful leaf blower, and your hair blew around like crazy - most likely compiling into a birds nest on the top of your head.

Today was supposed to be the start of something great. Your hopes were set on a promotion from your written masterpiece, whilst enjoying the company of one of the most handsome, most lovely, most talented men of this century. Those hopes seemed a little too distant now. They seemed to mock you, as if to laugh at how you ever thought you were going to be any more successful. You'd completely, in more ways than one, made a fool of yourself in front of your interviewee, you were so underdressed, you were caught fondling his Gucci purse and you were still bloody cold.

It all felt too unprofessional for a job where professional was practically the driving force of the company.

You leaned against the barn, taking a deep breath to try and calm yourself. You were a master in over-thinking, but unfortunately that wasn't something you could add to your resumé. You let your eyes close and the other senses come alive for a few moments. The sounds of distant sheep and the smell of the cold wind were just two of the senses that allowed you to take a step back for a minute, and breathe.

"Thank you." A voice interrupted you from your attempt of quick meditation. You looked to your left and noticed Harry standing there, still in the same outfit as before.

"I'm sorry?" You asked confused, taking a step away from the barn to considerately pay more attention to him.

"Thank you - for saying I look handsome in flares." He repeated, smirking when he added the second part.

"Oh." Was all you could respond, feeling too embarrassed to take the conversation any further. "I should—" You pointed back to the barn, using it as an excuse to leave before yet screwed up anymore.

"Lisa told me you're the interviewer." Harry added, and it only occurred to you that you'd never actually introduced yourself. "So it's lovely to finally meet you Y/N." He stuck out his hand for your to shake, which you did willingly. His hands were a lot softer than you'd expected.

"Ho... You know my name?" You asked surprised.

"Of course. I also know you're the best writer in Vogue right now." He flattered you, which made you blush. You had a feeling he'd make you do that a lot today.

"Sure." You rolled your eyes as you spoke sarcastically.

"Well I chose you for a reason, didn't I?" He rhetorically asked.

"I mean.. I, well.. I don't know?" You stumbled over your words, making yourself look like a larger fool than you did already. Today was just turning out to be exactly what you didn't want it to be. "Sorry."

"Stop apologising. You do it too often." He told you, nearly making you apologise again but he gave you a jokingly stern look, as if he knew what you were going to say, and so you decided otherwise.

"Harry!" You both turned to see there was a man waving towards you both, but specifically to Harry. "Come get changed!" The same man shouted. Harry lifted his thumbs up, as if to signal he'd be there shortly.

Harry turned back to you and noticed you shiver a little.

"I'll start the interview after I come back from the dressing rooms, yeah?" Harry asked, taking off his, khaki green, trench-coat in the process. He handed it to you before you could oblige against it.

"Wait what?" You confusedly looked down at the coat and back up to Harry.

"Gives me a piece of mind knowing my interviewer isn't going to die of hypothermia before actually interviewing me." He smiled, obviously attempting to crack a joke and you have to admit you did laugh.

"Thank you." You say, before he runs off to where he's being called to.

                                                            ••••

You'd been sat inside for a little while, waiting for Harry to come back. It gave you time to perfect your questions though.

Thinking up questions to ask Harry had been a challenging task, but one that you'd been fully invested in. You loved creating questions to ask him that were going to get to understand him on a deeper level. He was a very private man, and you completely respected that. If you crossed any boundaries, with the questions you'd ask, you would write them out of the interview. You liked to think you hadn't thought up a question that would make him feel uncomfortable though.

Pissing off Harry would be on another level of shame.

"Coat kept you warm?" Harrys voice disengaged you from your notebook.

"Hm?" You asked then replayed what he'd just asked in your mind. "Oh, yes. Thank you very much." You stood up, from where you'd been perched on the floor, picking up your nearly finished green tea as you did so.

Only when you stood up did it come to your realisation that Harry was now in costume. He was dressed in luxury. Each item looked like it cost more than your rent, and that was saddening. He looked rich and luxurious. To be quite honest, you were finding it rather difficult to take your eyes off him.

"You think the outfit is Vogue enough?" Harry asked, striking a few poses, which made you laugh. It was refreshing to see him act so relaxed and carefree, rather than a stuck-up-prick you knew some celebrities to be.

"Completely. I love it!" You exclaimed, appreciating the twirl he did for you.

He was wearing a kilt-like skirt and he looked beyond beautiful in it. Fuck toxic masculinity. Fuck being a manly man - like what does that even mean? Harry was embracing gender fluidity and experimenting the ways in which there was no definitive line between men and women's clothes anymore, and you thought it was marvellous. Revolutionary, for times as politically and socially troubled as these.

You started removing the coat in attempt to give it back to him, but he refrained you from doing so by holding on to your forearm.

"Keep it. I thought we could go outside to start the interview, so you'll be needing that." Harry told you, and you agreed - however reluctantly that was. You couldn't really complain though, because the coat did kept you warm and, what's better, it smelt divine - just like you'd imagine Harry to smell.

"Okay. Thank you. Do you want to go now?" You asked hesitantly, not knowing whether he was busy for someone else right now.

"Whenever you're ready, love." He answered, making you feel more relaxed. He was going at your pace and was making you feel settled - he was even more of a gentleman than people described him to be.

The two of you had walked around the backside of the barn in silence, enjoying the comfort of each other's presence. Well, at least you were. It was a blessing no one was back here. It was just you, Harry and the scenery that surrounded Stonehenge.

You approached a bench and you plopped yourself down on one end, whilst Harry sat on the other. He respected the fact that there was a pandemic going on, and didn't want to make you uncomfortable in any way. You still had your mask on, so Harry had taken that as you were very conscious about the virus - which he admired.

You pulled out your glasses, from the depths of one of the coat pockets, and placed them on your face, probably making yourself look even geekier than you already felt. Today was just one of those days you wished you had good eyes...

You opened your spent notebook, musty pages practically falling apart, and turned to the section of questions you needed for that interview. You were so nervous already and you hadn't even asked anything yet, all because of the previous interactions with Harry today. Your shaky hands shuffled through the pages and you cursed under your breath when you struggled to find what you needed.

"Shoot. Come on." You mumbled quietly under your breath, hoping it would make this terrible situation end faster. You mustn't have been as quiet as you thought though.

"Y/N." Harry's name broke through your clouded mind of self-disappointment.

You looked up at him to see him softly smiling at you, blowing all worries away from you away with the wind. "Yes?" You timidly asked, pushing your wind-swept hair out of glasses - where it'd gotten caught.

"You’re alright, love. You don't have to be professional around me, alright? We're just two strangers having a conversation, to get to know each other, okay?" If his words didn't calm you enough, the soothing sound of his husky voice certainly did.

"But that would mean you asking me stuff too?" You replied, confused at his implications of the phrasing 'getting to know each other'.

"Mhm." Harry nodded his head.

"Oh I don't know Mr Styles, i'm not a very interesting person." You answered as if it were the most obvious thing in the world, pushing your glasses back up the bridge of your nose from where they'd fallen.

"I refuse to believe that." Harry chuckled, making a quick smile appear on your face. "And please call me Harry. Just Harry." He begged, obviously finding it weird you calling him by his professional title. All you wanted, ever, was for your interviewee's to feel comfortable and safe, so if Harry wanted you to call him Harry then so be it.

"Ok, Harry," you sarcastically said, earning a shake of the head on his behalf, "you can ask me a few questions throughout the day." You told him, but you knew he'd struggle to find even two questions when he realises how bland you are.

"Does that mean you only get to ask me a few as well?" Harry smirked, already knowing the answer to that question. Unlike Harry, you had to write an article about today when you got home and so he knew that you'd have to dig as much dirt as possible from him.

"No, sorry. I don't particularly want to lose my job." You paused to look down at your notes, squinting a little as you did to see better. "Okay. Tell me your experience with corona virus."

"Sorry I didn't quite catch that, love." Harry apologised, leaning in slightly to see if he could hear you a second time around.

"Sorry." You looked down to fiddle with your fingers - a habit you'd undertaken when you're embarrassed. "Um..," you cleared your throat, "would you mind if I took off my mask?"

Your timid voice sent tingle down Harrys spine. He didn't think anyone could ever be this sweet. "Not at all, ‘course you can." He replied, again, wanting to make you feel as comfortable as possible.

You hesitantly took off your face mask, feeling like you were in some dramatic movie where they face revealed someone. You kind of liked having the mask on, because, for one, it kept you warm, and for two, you were a little self conscious with how you looked compared to all the other women here today. You shoved the mask in your pocket, with trembling fingers, before looking back down to your notes.

"Woah." You heard Harrys voice being mumbled under the wind. You eyes shot up to his and you noticed him staring right back at you.

"W-what? Is my acne playing up? I knew I should've—" You self-consciously run your hands over the areas you know you got acne. The masks really didn't help when it came to skin care.

"Hey, stop. No. You just... You look beautiful." Harry complimented you, and a roaring blush arose on to your cheeks. You'd never been called beautiful before, and so you were taking the compliment like such a 13-year old.

"Oh, uh, thank you." You awkwardly answered, not really having any other words come to mind in that moment. Harry chuckled under his breath, still keeping eyes on you for some reason.

"Would you mind repeating your last question, I didn't quite catch it?" Harry asked politely.

"Sure. Um, tell me how you've experienced corona virus." You repeated for him, gripping ahold of your pen to start copying what he says and pressing start on your recording device in case you needed it later.

"Well, it's been tedious that's for sure. However, I just want people to be safe and for life to return back to normal, so therefore i've been very MIA for a lot of the time. Keeping to myself mostly. I only went out for hikes or bike rides. All my meetings were online, so it's been very lonely." Harry kept eye contact with your figure the entire time, and if it weren't for you concentrating on writing what he was saying then you'd probably melt away under his gaze.

For such soft eyes he sure was intimidating.

"I presume the loneliness sent you crazy at times." You laughed, because you sure felt that way through lockdown. Curse being single.

"You have no idea." Harry laughed along with you, making you, slowly, feel more at ease.

"Actually, you'd be surprised." You looked at him unsure, before returning down to your notebook.

"Okay then, first question from me," Harrys words made your head shoot up, "How can someone as amazing as yourself be lonely?" He asked and you made a mental tally of how many questions he'd asked.

"Could ask you the very same question, Harry." You slyly replied, avoiding the question by answering with another question. It was a tactic you'd learnt, throughout your years of journalism, when you wanted to dismiss something .

"That's cheating." Harry pointed at you and raised his eyebrows, but you couldn't take your eyes off the big, cheeky, smile perched on his face. You shrugged you're shoulders in defence and returned to your questions. "But you did just call me amazing, so I think i'll let it slide this one time." You blushed, again, when you understood what he meant.

He was amazing though - that was the truth.

"You were in L.A. for the majority of quarantine, am I right to say?" You already knew the answer but your manager had just wanted confirmation.

"Yeah, but L.A. feels like holiday, whereas London feels like home." He answered, which you appreciated. He hasn't got lost in the way that Hollywood could let people. He'd stayed grounded.

"So what did you entertain yourself with during quarantine?" You asked curiously, slightly side-tracking from your pre-written questions - just because you were intrigued (nosey).

"Not much, not to be boring. I ate a lot of bread. I worked out pretty much every day. I wrote quite a bit actually." He used his fingers to pinch his bottom lip, something you'd noticed he did in interviews.

"Does that mean a new album on the way?" Your inner fangirl was screaming at the thought of HS3.

"Can neither confirm nor deny." Harry smirked to himself, like the cheeky bugger he is.

"That's a yes then." You joked, pretending to write it down in your notes.

"You're impossible, you." Harry laughed and shook his head. It made you feel all funny the way you could make him smile like that. You were the source of his happiness for just that moment, and that was enough to make you feel happy for a lifetime - not that he felt the same.

"Next question," you stated, moving swiftly on because you knew you had limited time, "How's your experience with Vogue been so far?"

"Wonderful. Everyone has been so welcoming and that makes it so much easier for me to have fun. It's daunting going at things alone, but i'm getting slowly used to it now." Harry sniffled a little, probably due to the freezing cold weather here.

"Must be strange, not having four best friends around you, all the time, anymore." You stated rather than asked him, sure that he was missing his bandmates. I mean, you were - so he definitely would be.

"Brothers." Harry replied, making you look up at him confused.

"I'm sorry?" You asked, giving him your full attention.

"You said four best friends. Well, actually they're my brothers." His words actually caused a rift in your heart. You could feel it being pulled apart and torn in to two. If you wrote this in to the magazine the fans would have a worldwide passing-away-party.

"Harry." You said softly, slightly tearing up at his words. "God, I swear i'm not normally this emotional." You chest your throat and try to establish your dignity - however there wasn't that much left anymore.

"Oh shut up." Harry looked away obviously trying to hide the fact that he was tearing up too. You laughed at him but didn't draw any more attention to it than you guessed he would've wanted.

"They mean a lot to you then?" You asked, hopefully not treading on any unwanted territories.

"Much more than a lot, yeah." Harry nodded his head, turning it back to face you. He could tell this conversation was now off-the-record because of your closed notebook, your undivided attention towards him and the fact you’d turned off the recording device. He liked being able to look at you, rather than the top of your head. He swore you were the prettiest girl he'd ever seen.

"You still see them often?" 

"Not as often as i'd like. Niall did come around the other week to drop off some old guitars he didn't want anymore, and then we ended up playing around with some music for a bit." He admitted, which stitched your heart back together.

"So does that mean a Narry collab?" You teased, biting your bottom lip in anticipation.

"Narry? You so are a directioner." He laughed along with you.

"And you just avoided my question, therefore there is a song out there written only by you and Niall." You concluded, which shut him up.

This conversation was going a lot better than expected. Certainly a lot better than earlier. You will be permanently scarred by the way you spoke to him and handled his belongings. It was going to haunt you forever - and yet he'd forget about it by tomorrow. Or maybe he wouldn't, which is why you felt the need to apologise.

"Harry?" You asked, clearly indicating this was still a conversation away from the interview.

"Yes Y/N?" He watched you intently, listening to your every word.

"I, um, just wanted to apologise for my behaviour earlier. I was just really nervous to meet you, and to be honest still am. I didn't mean to touch your stuff without your consent and I certainly didn't mean to make you uncomfortable with any of my comments. So, i'm sorry. I can only imagine the awful, yet true, things you must think of me." You rambled really quickly, that you were uncertain whether Harry even caught one word of what you'd says.

"Do you know why I asked for you to interview me Y/N?" Harry asked, which wasn't the first thing you expected him to say after your apology.

"No. I...well Lisa told me it was because I can write well or something." You suggested, not wanting to sound egotistical.

"I mean you do write perfectly, but no." You were intrigued now. "I asked for you because I, and this is not for your magazine, have a secret - but not-so-secret - crush on you." This time it was Harrys turn to blush.

"Harry... you don't have to say that to—"

"I'm not saying it for anything. I sincerely think you are the most delightful, most prettiest, most fucking sweetest person i've ever met." Harry exclaimed, which you were taken aback by. Never, ever, did you think that Harry Styles would proclaim his likeness towards you. Ever.

"Harry don't mess with me, please." You shyly spoke, tilting your head down in disbelief that the Harry Styles was smitten about you.

He shuffled along the bench, stopping a little way from you but close enough to reach out for you. Your heartbeat increased when you noticed his hand move closer towards you. It didn't stop till he reached your face. He took his time, courteously, pushing your hair behind your ear before removing you of your glasses. He held the right-eye frame and slowly pulled the glasses off your face.

Once he'd successfully taken them off he folded them up and placed them alongside your closed notebook.

"Can see those pretty eyes now." He whispered quietly, but loud enough for you to hear.

"Don't lie. They're so dull." You mumbled, lifting your head up slightly. His face was still away from you.

"Not to me they're not." He retaliated, looking deep into your eyes as you did his. "I hate this corona virus."

"Why?" His words were so out of the blue sometimes, it gave you whiplash.

"Because I can't be as near to you as I want to be." Harry told you. And yeah, you hated corona too. It was getting a little laborious now.

"Smooth, Styles." You chuckled. You wondered how many new and weird pick-up lines could be made from covid. 

"I know." He winked, which honestly would have made you throw up if it were any other man on the planet. Somehow, though, Harry just made it seem attractive - along with every other thing that man ever did. "After this, would you like to come back to my house for a cuppa tea?" He asked sweetly, like a five year old asking whether you wanted to play together.

"Okay. Lisa was my ride though." You said more to yourself than anything else, debating on how you'd even get to Harrys. Uber? Taxi? Lisa? Walk?

"I'll drive us, it's fine. I have to drop Gem off, but i'd be more than happy to chauffeur you." Harry kindly offered, to which you were internally screaming about. You were literally, and metaphorically, having a field-day with all this Harry content and interview.

"Are you sure? I don't want to be a burden." You question politely, not wanting to overstep any boundaries - especially in these covid infested times.

"Of course. I wouldn't have offered otherwise." He protested, waving his hand at if to say it was no bother. You were already trying to work out, in your head, how much petrol money you were going to owe him.

"Then i'd be honoured to have a brew with you Harry." You giggled at how cringe you were being, even if this was just your normal self speaking.

"Great." Harry genuinely smiled, teeth and all. "My shoot should take a couple of hours, but feel free to continue to write and journal. I'm looking forward to reading this particular article." He winked at you before standing up.

"Wonder why?" You sarcastically asked, knowing full-well it was due to his exposure of his own feelings towards you. Even though you'd never says anything back you were quite in agreement on how you felt about him, like he did you. He would be a narcissist to say he knew you liked him the same, out loud, but he knew. And you knew that he knew.

"Wonder why indeed." He gave you one last smile before he'd disappeared for the rest of the afternoon, leaving you to digest and relive the past half an hour or so.

Being Harry Styles' crush was probably the biggest flex you could ever make.

                                                          ••••

After Harry had finished up his shoot he was quick to come find you again.

You'd watched parts of his shoot and he looked magnificent. There wasn't a good enough word to describe how amazing he looked. Harry, his stylist, was probably the best stylist out there. His fashion choices were unmatched and you wanted him to be yours. You were not rich enough nor fashionable enough, ironic for working in a a fashion company, to hire a stylist, but you would if you could.

You were so proud to see what he was achieving now as the person that he was. Harry was just being Harry, without the devilish control of shitty managements or ridiculous amounts of PR stunts. Harry was more free than ever, and it definitely showed just how much he was enjoying it.

You were certain that this Vogue magazine would break the internet - his fans were good at doing that. This could be a turning point for many people, with their outdated and ignorant views. There was no room for people with racist or homophobic or transphobic or xenophobic - and the list does go on - views anymore.

You were waiting by the front door of the barn, to catch Harry as he walked past. You caught sight of him in a white robe, presumably to get changed back into his everyday clothes. He looked really pretty in the robe - very domestic actually.

Today had been a good day.

Harry asked you to send over the more specific Vogue questions to him via email, so he could devote more time in to answering them in a lot more depth. You thought he meant you'd be sending them to some PA in his team, but you were shocked to understand he'd given you his personal email.

People were walking back to their cars and packing away the filming kit. You saw Lisa and the director talking to one another, no doubt discussing some in-work gossip.

"You ready?" Harrys voice reminded you that you'd been waiting for him. You looked to see he was back in the same clothes as this morning, only this time without his coat.

"Here?" You offered, having him over the coat once again but he declined.

"Looks better on you anyways." He winked at you, before walking through the car park and to his car. You were very surprised when you found out Harry was the one to own the green Jaguar. You assumed all celebrities drove the Range Rover, but no. The vintage car added to Harrys immaculate vibe and just made him that little bit more hot.

Harry properly introduced you to Gemma, who was equally as lovely as Harry. They were both amazing people and they were crazily alike. From the way they looked, down to the way they phrased their words, they were mistakingly twins. Gemma explained how Anne, their mum, didn't know they were doing this photoshoot and that it was going to be a surprise, which you thought was so cute.

Gemma spilt a lot of gossip on Harry, to which he got very embarrassed over. You learnt that Harrys first word was Cat. You learnt that Harry is godfather to multiple children, which you found heartwarming. You learnt Harry used to be a baker - which was something he elaborated on for a good half an hour. Harry was just a fountain of memories and Gemma was the one sharing them all with you.

The drive back to London was relaxed. You sat in the back, listening to Harry and Gemma pointlessly argue whilst an Arctic Monkeys album played in the background. You forgot that people like Harry drove, and listened to music, just like other regular people. You often misplaced celebrities in society, thinking they had everything done for them but in reality that (often) wasn't the case - at least not for Harry.

Gemma was dropped off quickly before Harry drove to his. It was no surprise that the Styles siblings didn't live too far away from each other. Harrys house was beautiful. Bigger than anything you could ever dream of buying. It was a palace compared to your cupboard-sized house. You were unbelievably jealous. He gave you the tour of the house, showing you where the toilets were, and even his panic room if necessary.

You migrated to the kitchen for a bit, talking about anything and everything. Getting to know the minuscule pieces of information that no-one else was trusted with, made you feel special. Harry made you feel special - even if he weren't meaning to.

Every moment held a spark. Every touch set off a firework. Every laugh was an electric burst. He made you feel so alive.

"We can go to the living room after this has boiled." Harry said, pointing towards the streaming kettle. He wanted to show off his fancy tea collection he had, and let you have a try if you wanted to. Harry was boring and chose the basic green tea, but, after much deliberation, you chose the cranberry green tea. It intrigued you and it sounded delicious.

"Why the extensive tea collection?" Not even you, a certified caffeine addict, had this much tea in your house. Coffee was a different story and one in which you didn't want to talk about.

"They help me with my meditation." He took the teabags and placed them in his glass mugs. They had a delicate Gucci stamp on them, and you just imagined that they probably worth the same amount as your daily salary.

"You meditate?" You were slightly surprised that he did.

"I try to yeah." Harry nodded, focusing on pouring in the boiling water into the mugs. "I've got very tight hamstrings and so it helps if I meditate twice a day."

Harry finished making the tea, in the light-filled kitchen, before showing you around to the open-lounge area. Everything was modern and chic. It was exactly how you imagined it, but better. The open, red-brick, wall was a beautiful feature and one that you were a whore for! It reminded you of New York and the memories you'd made there one summer.

The sofa was a beautiful velvet, green, sofa. It was soft and gentle, a lot like Harry when you thought about it. The whole house was an architectural masterpiece and you'd be lying if you said you weren't jealous. You sat on one end and Harry went to go and sit on the other end.

"I don't bite you know?" You joked, self-consciously wondering whether he didn't want to be sat near you.

"I know, I just don't want to step on any of your covid boundaries - which is perfectly fine by the way." He added, apprehensively taking the spot next to you.

"No, not at all." You ushered him to sit next to you, as you took a sip from your steaming hot cup of fruity tea. "If I smell though, do tell me!"

"Yeah, you smell bloody awful!" Harry sarcastically remarked, but laughing afterwards to assure you he was joking. The atmosphere went quiet for a minute, only the sounds of passing cars and deep breaths being heard.

"Y/N can I ask you something?" Harry turned the tone of the conversation. It sounded like he wanted to be more serious than you two were being beforehand.

"Anything." You encouraged him to continue. You placed the cup of tea down on the table, deciding it was too hot to drink right now, and gave him your full attention.

"Do you believe in love at first sight?" Harry questioned. You didn't think you'd be having a conversation this intense - especially if you had different opinions - on your first day of knowing each other, but here you were.

"I believe you can love someone at first sight. I don't believe you can be in love with someone at first sight. Why?" You were curious as to how his brain had journeyed to this particular topic. You'd never really had this conversation with anyone before, mainly because you were unaware of the true power, and meaning, of love.

"It uh... It doesn't matter." Harry shook his head and you could tell by his body language that he was shutting you out. Maybe you'd made him uncomfortable.

"Sorry I didn't mean to—"

"No, no. Please don't apologise. It's just - I like you a lot more than you may think." Harry shyly told you, which made you all soft inside. He was being vulnerable and that was something you admired in a partner. You didn't just need love, affection and trust in a relationship. No. You needed vulnerability and heartbreak too, and Harry was revealing that part of him to you.

"I like you a lot more than you think too." You repeated, not because you felt bad for him but because you truly did like him a whole lot. Love was a weird yet wonderful thing, and if you were to hazard a guess you'd say you loved Harry. 

You couldn't wait to be in love with him.

"Does that mean I get to crown you my girlfriend?" Harry excitedly asked. Harry happy was something that should be made a constant, and you were more than happy to be in control of that.

"At least take me out first." You bargained, wishing for nothing more than to go on a date with Harry. Where you'd go, you had no idea. Everything was closed right now and there was still the chance of becoming sick with corona, but no doubt Harry would think of something not only clever, but special.

Of course you'd love to be Harrys girlfriend. However, you wanted one more, official, opportunity to really get to know him - unprofessionally. You wanted to make sure that you knew, and he knew, that you wanted to be with him because he was the charming Harry you've come to love, not because he was Harry Styles.

"So you're allowing me to take you on a date?" Harry smirked like a little child, your heart fluttering at how excited he was to be able to treat you to dinner.

"Yes, Harry. Yes I am." You answered sweetly, offering him the cutest smile you could.

You can't believe what a turn of events today has been. You've gone from nearly writing yourself on Harrys enemy list to writing yourself on to his 'people he's dated' list. Who knows what the future would offer you. At the start of the day you had wished this whole day to end and for the ground to just swallow you up, now you never wanted it to end. It was too perfect to be true and yet it was.

Harry was the most wonderful human to exist and you were beyond surprised to be the one to catch his attention. You didn't understand why you were so special, but it was nice to feel like this for a change. It was nice to feel wanted.

                                                             ••••

A few months later and you were officially Harrys girlfriend.

It had been such a crazy few months. Harry religiously took you out on dates every week. Whether it be to grab a hotdog at a local diner, a coffee from a quaint cafe, a walk in Hyde Park or a late-night drive around London - which normally ended up with you falling asleep before you could make it back to yours. On sleepless jet-lagged nights he'll still drive through London's quiet streets, seeing neighborhoods in a new way, just as an excuse to spend time with you.

Harry often stayed over at yours. Even though you looked like you lived in a shoebox compared to Harry, he liked it. He liked the subtly and normality of it all. He wanted your life to remain as normal as possible and, apart from the occasional paparazzi incident, it did. You never had anything to complain about. Of course the online bullying created emotional wounds, at the start of your relationship, but it was nothing that Harry couldn't repair with a bit of love.

Lisa has nominated herself to be maid-of-honour when the day comes - if the day comes. Harry has already pinky sworn that you are it for him. The one, as some may say. You were utterly flattered, but you certainly unsure of what the future help for you both.

You loved Harry, you do love Harry and you will forever always love Harry.

It was ridiculous to think that all this stemmed from you working at Vogue. From you studying English Literature in a city away from London. From you dedicating you extra hours gaining work experience and money to be able get in and afford university. So many moments in life have you stopped and said 'i wish i hadn't have done that', but now you were convinced that they were the best things to have happened to you - because they lead you, all, to Harry.

And, being Harry Styles girlfriend was probably the biggest flex you could ever make.

[erodasfishtacos]

could u please do like a harry x youtuber/influencer!reader and like lots of fluff🥺

Hi bubbie! Here you go :)))

Word Count: 4k

Warnings: Language

Harry was panicking. His mum and sister were going to be here in less than two hours and he’s burnt the eggplant parmigiana he had worked tediously on. 

He grabbed what he had left in his fridge - ground beef, shredded cheddar cheese, and a little bit of bacon. 

It was the type of foods he usually strayed away from so sometimes when his shopper would bring this stuff home - he’d avoid it and admittedly sometimes it would go bad sitting in the fridge.

The singer pulls up YouTube onto his phone - hoping something would come up when he typed in the ingredients on the search bar.

He clicks on the first video by cookingwithnofucks. A chuckle at the name as an advertisement plays.

A cute, bubbly girl appears on screen in a beautiful modern kitchen. She has a shirt on that says ‘fuck the patriarchy and eat pizza’. A high ponytail and minimal makeup.

“Okay - today we’re making a cheeseburger casserole,” the girl chirps, “It’s a heart attack in a dish but it’s so fucking good.”

Harry finds himself smiling as he crinkles his nose - it sounds absolutely disgusting but he’s intrigued more by the girl on the screen.

“Shit, I forgot to introduce myself. Hiii, if you’re new - I’m Y/N and I do cooking shit. Subscribe to my channel and all that jazz,” she titters while cutting open her beef package.

Harry follows along step-by-step, shaking his head as she doesn’t describe the instructions nearly well enough and is generally all over the place.

It’s a fucking cooking channel and at one point the meat starts burning. She just laughs and says, “s’just a little crispy!” 

The casserole turns out looking even better than Y/N’s to be honest. It’s done in just the right amount of time for him to shower before his family arrives.

He makes sure to subscribe to her channel - eyebrows raising when he sees that she has 16 million subscribers.

Harry wanted to spend longer, looking at her social media but there was a fixed time so he locked his phone and went to get ready.

**

Anne - always the sweetheart just tells Harry that the casserole is delicious even as a bit of grease runs down her fork from the fatty meats.

Gemma wasn’t as kind, grimacing at the casserole and remarking, “You truly are turning into an American, huh?”

**

Laying in bed that night, Harry swipes back onto YouTube. Going back to the page he just subscribed to - under a pseudonym. He clicks on another video.

“Uh, okay. So I’m cooking...fuck, it’s called unicorn bark. It looks like a magical animal puke but it looks delicious so we’re going to try it.”

Harry realizes he’s been watching this girl cook for nearly an hour. Different videos from desserts to dinners.

She curses like a sailor, fucks up almost every recipe, and makes a mess everywhere. But she’s smiling and talkative which makes him quite memorized by her.

**

“I hate editing,” Y/N groans, letting her head fall dramatically against the desktop. Her best friend and dog looked at her oddly.

“I keep saying you need to hire someone, you stubborn bitch,” Laney retorts, clicking through her Instagram feed.

“Fuck off,” she tells her friend with no real heat. The video was almost fully edited - how to make spicy as fuck jalapeño poppers.

There is a calm silence for a while until Laney gasps, “Holy shit.”

“What is it?” Y/N asks, not really caring as she clicks her mouse to trim a segment.

“Harry fucking Styles just followed you on Instagram and Twitter!” Laney shouts, her dog - Rufus popping his head up in confusion.

Y/N looks at her friend to see if she’s really serious and sees no signs of deception. “Oh my god,” Y/N replies. She loved Harry Styles in One Direction and as a solo artist - a fangirl if you will.

Y/N was a well-known influencer and has run in the circles of many celebrities. She’s even met Liam Payne but she’s never been able to bump into Harry.

Her alerts tell her it to be true, she swallows as she looks back up at Laney, “He dm’ed me.”

“Open it! What did he say?” She squeals, squeezing herself on the chair next to her, peering over her shoulder at the phone.

Y/N is a bit nervous, trying not to have a mini aneurysm as she opens the message thread.

HarryStyles: Hello. Just wanted to let you know that your cheeseburger casserole recipe saved my ass last night. Cheers x

“He’s totally coming onto you,” Her friend states instantly, bouncing excitedly - she also had a bit of a crush on the singer.

It takes the two of them a minute to cool their shit before Y/N manages a reply.

Y/N/LN: Well I guess it’s only fair. Your songs have made a few of my nights much better. I’m a bit of a slut for Fine Line.

Harry laughs behind his screen at the cheeky reply he gets back. He’s usually never this forward - especially on social media where he likes to fly under the radar.

HarryStyles: Well if you fancy my music that much, I totally love for you to come to a show. I’m performing in New York City in two weeks.

“This has to be a joke, right?” Y/N sputters to her friend, eyes wide at the invite to a concert she already had tickets to.

Y/N/LN: I’m not going to lie, I already have tickets to the show. However, I don’t have any backstage passes to meet the man of the hour. Do you know someone who can hook me up?

It does wonders for Harry’s narcissism to know that she already had tickets for his concert. Was he really going to do this? He hasn’t met up with some like this since his One Direction days.

He had to remind himself - she may just be friendly and take this as a totally casual interaction. Which would be normal, Harry really shouldn’t be so infatuated with someone he’s watched cook on social media.

HarryStyles: I think I can arrange that. Shoot me your number? I’ll have them sent digitally to you with instructions on how to get backstage.

Y/N is a bit dumbfounded at how fast they agreed to meet up. A harmless backstage tour - he could just be a fan of hers and totally not interested, right?

**

Over the next few weeks, they never really stop texting. Harry sends her pictures of the recipes he copies off her channel - that usually always look better than the original. He sends her clips of him goofing around during tour rehearsal. FaceTimes her when he’s finally home for the night.  

She sends him videos of her watching Harry Styles Best Moment Part Five. A few photos she snaps throughout the city of him on billboards and buildings, in Times Square. YN facetimes him when she’s frustrated with filming or watched a sad movie.

It didn’t make sense to either of them how seamlessly they’d clicked - especially without meeting. They were a perfect balance for each other. Harry - laidback, organized, level-headed. Y/N - eccentric, all over the place, adventurous. 

Jeff had told him that he’s been gaining media attention from his social media interactions with Y/N. They like each other’s photos, begin following each other’s friends, and comment goofy things on their posts.

“Listen, I have a great idea,” Y/N begins - which Harry learned is never good. “You should film a video with me sometime.”

Y/N knew she was going out on a limb and instantly regretted the questions she’d been building the courage to ask for days when it’s quiet on his end. There’s static for a moment and Y/N needs to fill the silence.

“It was - I was just, uh, I know you’re probably too busy. I was -“ She stutters, embarrassment flooding her.

Harry cuts her off, “I’d love to.”

“Yo-you would?” She asks timidly. Was she really going to have Harry Styles in her apartment? If so, should she take down her poster?

He laughs sweetly, “Why do you sound so surprised? I can’t wait to come to New York, love.”

Y/N giggles, “Not the fact that you’re performing in front of a sold out crowd at MSG? I don’t think seeing me will top that.”

“I’ve been looking forward to meetin’ you in person since I came across your channel. You so lovely,” Harry replies, his voice a little softer but more serious.

“I’m nervous,” Y/N admits, picking at a thread in her jeans.

“Me too,” Harry murmurs, despite not wanting to admit it - he wanted her to know this was new territory for both of them. He didn’t want her to think that this was something that he did often. But a little too prideful to admit it’s the first time he’s ever done something quite like this.

“What if you don’t like me?” Y/N whispers, she...well she didn’t compare to the models he’s been seen with before. She’s regretfully fell into the rabbit hole of looking up his past flings and relationships.

Harry barks out a disbelieving laugh, “You can’t be serious, darling. I’ve been gone for you since I saw you burn that ground beef.”

**

Harry was having a bad day - scratch that. An awful one. He tried to go get coffee at eight in the morning and got bombarded by fans, he left the shop without even ordering. They followed him back to his car and it took him fifteen minutes to pull out.

His favorite Mickey Mouse Gucci suitcase he was bringing along on tour had busted. The zipper unraveling and the trim falling off as a result. It was a one-of-a-kind.

Then he’d been stuck on a Skype meeting about tour merchandise with a group of business partners for the last three hours - all he wanted was a fucking nap.

When Y/N’s contact vibrated across his screen, he’s itching to answer but declines as he needs to give these people his attention.

When she calls again, Harry feels a prickle of annoyance. It’s not even at her - to be quite honest. It’s just the shitty day and everything’s piling up.

He always got like this before he kicked off a tour - stress level maxed out and his ability to handle minor incidents nearly shot.

I’m busy

Okay! Sorry, just have a super exciting surprise for you, bub! 

I really do not feeling like talking. I’d rather be left alone.

Oh, alright. Hope everything’s okay! Do you still want to facetime later?

Harry leaves her on read because he doesn’t want to slip up and take out his frustration on her. He’d been known to do that and he didn’t want her to think he was anything but besotted with her.

**

Y/N feels a little hesitant as she begins the uploading process to her channel. The red loading bar told her it’d be twenty-minutes before it’s going to be posted to her 16 million subscribers - one of them being Harry himself. 

Twenty-minutes for her to back out and cancel the upload. She starts having doubts about it when Harry never replies to her text which is unlike him. 

She takes Rufus out to avoid staring at the loading screen with unnecessary anxiety and uneasiness.

**

Harry is just getting home from a business dinner with the touring company’s management team. The tension and anxiety from today piling up on his shoulders and he just wants to call Y/N and crash in bed. 

He tosses his keys in the little bowl in the entry and kicks off his dingy white vans to the side. His phone dings with an alert from Gemma.

You two are the literal cutest ever. It’s quite gross.

Harry slides onto a stool in his kitchen, confused by the text message before she’s sending the link to him.

Fine Line Inspired Cupcakes!

Harry isn’t quite sure why his heart starts pounding furiously in his chest. A sinking feeling in his stomach when he realizes that this was probably the surprise she was excited about.

He clicks on the thumbnail.

“Hiiii, it’s Y/N. Okay, well today we are going to bake some Fine Line inspired cupcakes. And if you haven’t listened to the album - get your ass out from rock you’re living under and stream it on Spotify!”

She has her hair down in long, waves and a loose cropped shirt that says TPWK in rainbow embroidery.

Harrys mouth is dry and he can’t take his fucking eyes away from the screen. 

“Soo, I was thinking the first batch would be cherry flavored? ‘Cause he has a song titled ‘Cherry’. Let’s start there. First - I need to find my measuring cups.”

In true Y/N fashion, she scours her kitchen - cussing and yanking stuff out of her neatly organized cabinets before huffing and storming off to the side.

She comes back into view, a little frazzled but smiling when she holds up the ring of plastic measuring spoons, visible bite marks notched into the material.

“My asshole of a dog had a little snack,” Y/N shows the camera before shrugging, “Let’s get this shit started. Okay, you’re going to need one cup of sugar - no wait, two? I can’t read my fucking handwriting.”

Harry’s absolutely enamored by this scatter-brained, giggly girl who manages to produce cute blue and pink cupcakes that very vaguely resembled his album cover. His heart felt a million times too big for his chest.

He was enraptured for the entirety of the thirty minute video without taking his eyes away once.

To be honest, he hadn’t felt this way since his last relationship which was over a year ago at this point.

It’s not even a thought as he’s requesting a FaceTime with Y/N. 

She answers after a few rings. She has a green face mask painted on her nose, chin, and forehead with gold eye masks under each eye. She is so fucking ridiculous it’s not even funny. 

What is even more ridiculous is how gone Harry is realizing he is for her. She was quirky, unfiltered, carefree. If he was honest - he hadn’t met a girl like that in a very long time - especially a well-known influencer.

“Hi! How was your day, grumpy?” Y/N asks brightly, making a goofy face as the mask begins to tighten and crack on her skin. Not holding the earlier conversation against him and deciding to just move forward. She understood how stressful it can be.

“M’sorry. I was a bit grumpy,” He admits, “I loved your new video, darling. Did you make those just f’me?”

He can tell she’d be blushing if her face wasn’t covered, a bit bashful as she mutters, “You already know I did it for you.”

“You’re too sweet to me, only six days until we meet,” Harry replies, voice taking on a slow, lazy drawl. 

“Six days,” Y/N repeats, eyes crinkling as she smiles with excitement.

**

“Is this outfit too much?” Y/N panics. Even though there’s literally nothing she can do about it - they’re already walking towards the backstage entrance of the massive arena. It’s still about two hours until the show starts but Harry requested her to come earlier.

Laney sighs, “For the millionth time, you look fucking sexy and Harry’s going to want to rail you right when he sees you.”

Y/N shoves her lightly with a faux annoyance as they meet up with a burly man who’s blocking the entrance to the backstage hallway and rooms.

She gives him their names and pulls up the passes on her phone before he’s nodding with any expression and letting them pass.

They’re not quite sure where to go from here so they begin to wander down the long hallway toward what looks to be the main area that people are milling about.

Y/N is nearly on the ground when someone rounds the corner without looking and walks right into her. Both of them let out huffs of air as they collide and attempt to stabilize themselves.

But there are large hands grasping her arms and holding her steady. In typical Y/N fashion she’s already cursing, “fuckin like a brick wall, look out next time.”

Then she’s looking up to Harry staring back down at her with an amused expression. He doesn’t let go of her and instead tugs her against his bare chest. He’s warm and a bit sweaty - like he’d just worked out. He was only in a pair of thin, running shorts, nike tennis shoes, and a little clip holding his hair off of his face.

Y/N can’t help but wrap her arms around his waist, returning the embrace and amazed by how right it feels to be in his arms. Her face tucks right against his collarbone and it’s like they’d known each other for years.

Pictures and videos don’t do this man justice. He’s gorgeous - sharp edges and dark inked skin. Tall and muscular but dimples that are carved in his cheeks. 

“Nice to meet you, m’Harry,” Harry rumbles, removing one hand from Y/N’s shoulder to reach out his hand to her friend.

Laney shakes his hand before asking, “Laney. I’ll leave you two lovebirds be. Where’s the food?”

Harry chuckles against Y/N’s wavy hair, “Down the hall to the left.”

Laney’s trailing off without another glance, she was very food motivated despite her skinny frame. Also not wanting to intrude of the very personal first moments of their meeting.

The popstar pulls back to look down at the girl he’s fallen for in mere weeks. She’s as beautiful as he thought she'd be - if not more. He can’t help himself, “Would it be too forward to kiss you?”

Y/N smiles widely, running a hand along his jawline, “I’ve wanted you to kiss me since you stayed up on FaceTime with me until two in the morning as I cried after watching The Notebook - despite me seeing it a million times.”

Harry ducks forward to press his lips softly to her, large hands come to cup the side of her face as they connect. He’s so gentle as he moves his mouth against hers. In true Y/N fashion, she’s bold and has no hesitation slipping her tongue into his mouth.

He’s so fucking in love with her. It doesn’t make much sense - it’s definitely not logical but he’s realizing that’s okay.

“Oii, get a room!” Someone shouts from down the hallway teasingly.

Harry flips them the middle finger and pulls back, pink lips swollen and puffy, dimples on full display, “Let me take you out to dinner after the show, darling.”

“You going to wine and dine me, Styles?” Y/N giggles, unable to contain the pleasant warmness he’s spreading through her body. 

“Mmm, have t’make sure you’ll want to keep me,” Harry murmurs happily against her lips once again, pressing kiss after kiss to her to make sure she’s real, “Definitely want to keep you.”

Y/N bites teasingly at his bottom lip, hand planted on the soft but firm skin of his stomach, “You’re never getting rid of me, hope you know that.”

“Was hoping you’d say that, now let me introduce you to my band.”

                                  -- ---- ---- -- 1 year later - -- --- --- --

“Hi bitches! Today is a super special day. We have the one, the only Harry Styles filming with us. I know that’s not really that special since he’s on here all the time with me. But we’re celebrating our one year anniversary!” Y/N smiles, bumping hips with Harry who stands dutifully next to her. 

Anyone viewing can see the absolute heart-eyes and adoration he has for the girl standing next to him. He’s still as lovestruck and gone for her as he was the first time they met. Harry’s fans were thrilled - for the first time in years, he’d opened up again.

They weren’t very public on social media beside’s tagging each other in memes and posting the occasional picture. Y/N was constantly uploading cooking videos from wherever in the world she was with Harry on his tour, she’d also begin making vlogs about different foods she’s been experiencing.

---

“Okay, so here in Peru - they’re known to have this really fucking spicy beef with noddles. So obviously, I’m going to make Harry try it first,” Y/N laughs as she props the camera up on the side of the table on a napkin holder.

Harry - who has a concert in a few hours - frowns at the steaming dish in front of him, “Darling, I don’t want to try it first. It’s going to burn my mouth. Not gonna be able to sing.”

“You’re sucha baby sometimes,” Y/N rolls her eyes, slurping up the noodles with her fork while making a silly face at her boyfriend. She pulls back, straight-faced, “It’s not hot at all. Tastes amazing, though.”

Harry takes that as an initiative to shovel a spoonful into his mouth. It only takes half a moment until his taste buds erupt in fiery flames from the spices, “You bloody little brat, y’tricked me! It’s so fuckin’ hot!”

Y/N smiles widely, laughing much too loudly in the restaurant when Harry chugs the glass of water next to the plate while glaring at his love. “I’m sorry, s’just to easy with you, lovie,” She replies, leaning over the table to press a kiss to his lips. 

He’s a sucker for her and kisses her right back despite his mouth being an inferno. His heart was on fire for her and that burned much more intensely.

---

“No, love. The instructions say baking soda, not baking powder. They’re not the same thing,” Harry sighs, attempting to read her scribbled, sloppy handwriting. She’d already spilled milk on half of the paper.

“S’interchangeable, right?” Y/N hums, cracking an egg into the bowl and Harry automatically knows to look to fish out the eggshells that’d she’d let slip in because she sucks at cracking eggs but always wants to do it.

Harry reaches over her, grabbing the vanilla extract and a teaspoon, “It’s not, baby. Lemme do this real quick.”

“Will you make me a grilled cheese after this?” She asks, nuzzling into his side and wrapping her arms around his waist as he finishes adding the wet ingredients to their bowl. Harry stopped questioning her thought process a long time ago.

Harry swipes his finger into the mixture of icing off to the side and rubs it right onto her nose, cackling at her pout and squeaking when she pinches at the fleshy skin of his hips. She in turn dips her finger into the sugary cream and pops it right into her mouth.

Harry eyes darken, watching her lips purse as she sucks off the icing. It was a dirty move on Y/N’s part and she knows it. It has her boyfriend dragging an icing-covered thumb along her collarbone before leaning down to slowly lick up the sugary trail with his tongue.

When Y/N slides her fingers into his hair and lets out a pretty moan, Harry’s standing back up, trailing over to the tripod and saying into the camera, “We’ll be back after a little commercial break,” and is then turning off the record button.

It takes little to no time for Harry to have Y/N’s bum on the countertop, mouth on her neck, and hand in-between her thighs.

And when they finally posted a very edited final cut of the video - well there may be a couple of fans who notice the how flushed Y/N is halfway through and a lovely purple mark on Harry’s neck that wasn’t there in the beginning of the video.

[mayans-sauce]

Gemma’s Daughter (1/?)

Pairing: Angel Reyes x Female Reader

Word Count: 1.8K

Warnings: Cursing, angst, yelling, cheating, heartbreak, physical fight

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This was the third time Angel’s phone went straight to voicemail. It was the middle of the night, and he said he would be home 3 hours ago for his and your movie night which at the end of it, you would share some thrilling life-changing news. You were worried sick about him not returning your calls, worried that something serious had happened. What if he was hurt? Or worse, dead? You decided to shoot him a text; maybe he was doing something important, making it so he couldn’t pick up right now.

📲 Angel😇

Baby, where are you? I’m worried! Please just let me know if you’re safe ok? I have something exciting to tell you. Love you❤️

You texted some of the other guys. None of them had heard anything from him. They told you not to worry. He was probably caught up with something and would turn up eventually. Luckily your brother Jax picked up when you called. You asked him for some guidance on if you should sound the alarm or wait until Angel gave off noise. Since he was in the same life as your husband, you figured he would know what’s best. He told you better to wait. That he was most likely dealing with something that had taken his full attention. If he didn’t turn up tomorrow, Jackson said he would take the drive over to help you look for him. You were so thankful for your big brother. He was always there to help you whenever he could. To protect and love you.

You refused to go to sleep before he came home or before he called you, so you knew he was safe and sound. Some movie was playing on the TV that you didn’t pay much attention to. The battle between you and your eyelids was still going strong. All of a sudden, you were woken up from your zombie state by the front door opening and closing. Footsteps that belonged to no other than Angel made their way into the dim-lit living room.

“Angel!” His movements were sort of clumsy. A sign that he had been drinking. You came to stand at his side. Holding him up by his forearm as it looked like he was going to faint face down ass up on the floor any second. Your nose scrunched up at the strong smell of the alcohol on him. “Angel, I was worried sick! Where were you?” “I was out with my brother.” His words had a pinch of sluggishness in them as he spoke. “We were supposed to have our movie night! We haven’t seen each other all week, and this was going to be our evening together.”

“Ugh,” he tugged himself out of your grasp, which took you by surprise. “Why are you so bossy all the time? I’m a grown man. I can take care of myself.” His words started to sting a little, but you didn’t think that much of it. He was shitfaced drunk, and he wasn’t his usual self. “Angel I-“ “No, you listen here, I’m sick and tired of you always going; oh Angel this oh Angel that,” he tried to mimic your voice but failed miserably, “like shut up. Shut the fuck up for one goddamn second in your life and stop being so fucking clingy.” You couldn’t believe what you were hearing from him. The tears in your eyes started to build up as you held two protective hands over your stomach. Your mouth was slightly agape in disbelief. “A-Angel ple-please-“ “No, I don’t fucking care right now. I’m leaving.” And just like that, he turned around and walked out. The force of the door slamming shut shook the whole house as you were left with an emptiness inside you.

The tears ran down your cheeks like it was pouring rain outside. Your body trembled at the anxiety and stress you were feeling at what just happened. You looked down at where your hands were laid over your stomach. “I-I’m so sorry li-little bean. I’m so so-sorry, my sweetheart.”

In the morning, you woke up in the worst state you have ever been in. The same clothes as yesterday were still on you. The pounding in your head wouldn’t seem to stop. Your eyes raw from crying, and your throat felt like rough sandpaper. Wrapping the blanket around yourself, you padded down to the kitchen to get a glass of water. As you stared out the kitchen window, you saw your neighbor playing with their kids, which started the production of tears again.

A gasp left you of the sound from the front door opening and Angel’s voice calling for you. You met him in the living room—both of you staring at each other without saying a word. You should be mad at him, shouldn’t you? To scream at him for saying those hurtful things? But for some reason, your heart wouldn’t allow you to do so. You were just relieved that he had come home.

Angel was the first one to break the awkward silence. “Please… sit,” he pointed towards the sofa. You sat at one end while he took his place at the other. His face was in his hands. It looked like he had something to share with you. “Angel… what is it?” Your voice was nothing but a whisper. His eyes locked with yours and his heart broke when he saw what mess he had left you in. “I’m sorry for how I acted. Yelling at you like that…saying things that aren’t true… it’s not what you deserve. I don’t know what came over me and… I have something I need to tell you.” He looked up to you as tears welled up in his eyes. You gave him a slight nod, a sign that he could go ahead with whatever it was.

“When I left in the night, I was supposed to go over to pop's house to sleep. I didn’t take the bike because I was too shitfaced to drive, so I went on foot hoping that it would sober me up… and... I just kept walking and walking until I found myself… not at Felipe’s.” He peeked up to you from where he was looking down at the floor just a moment ago. His heart broke into microscopic pieces when he saw on your face that you knew where his story was most likely going. As much as he didn’t want to finish, he had to. He had to come clean and straight with you. You deserved that much.

“I found myself at Adelita’s place… and… we hooked up.” The silence after he said that was hefty and long. Once again, he was the one to break it. “Querida… it’s the biggest fucking mistake I have ever made in my fucking life. I don’t know what the fuck came over me to do something like that to you… to us.”

He tried to get a hold of your hand, but you pulled away in disgust. You didn’t want him to touch you after he had been feeling all up on her in the night while you were home alone crying yourself to sleep. You had no words, none. Your mouth was opening and closing, but nothing seemed to escape it. “Please say something.” “Where is she?” “I don’t see ho-“ “Goddammit Angel, just tell me where the fuck she is!” The scream you let out startled him. “Sh-she’s at the clubhouse… there was some emergency that needed to be taken care of, and it couldn’t wait till later.”

At lightning speed, you had grabbed the car keys and were out the door. Angel registered what the fuck was going on when he heard the engine's roar from the car. He was quick to his feet and on his bike to try and catch up before you did anything stupid.

Not thinking straight, you barge through the Templo doors to be met with Adelita and the rest of the MC standing over a map planning something. “Sweetheart, you aren’t supposed to be here,” Bishop said with a stern manner. You didn’t hear him. You didn’t care that you weren’t supposed to be in the room. All you could think about was the rage filling you up as she stood there gloating at you. A smug look on her face that you knew where your man had been last night, all cozy and tangled up together in her sheets.

She didn’t expect you to jump her and start beating the shit out of her; she knew you weren’t that type of girl, so it startled her when you did. That’s when Angel walked in out of breath and saw the scene in front of him that had him stand dead in his tracks as he watched. Your hands punched and scratched as you screamed, "I'm the mother of his child, not you bitch! Don’t ever touch him again!” You didn’t register what you said, and now everyone knew. She tried to fight back, but you were much more powerful than her.

It took the guys a few moments to pull you off as they were in sheer shock at what was going on in front of them. You were usually a shy and sweet girl that wouldn’t even hurt a fly. They were surprised that you so quickly took her down. Once pulled off, Taza escorted Adelita out since it was time for her to leave. “How in the fuck did you do that?” They almost said in unison. "Jax may be my brother, but my mother is Gemma, and you definitely don’t want to fuck with us.” You knew your mother would be proud of you for standing up for yourself and for putting that bitch in her place.

“Wait… you’re pregnant.” “Yes, Angel, I’m fucking pregnant, and you’ve just fucked up our whole relationship, our future.” The tears that were threatening to spill were managed to be put under control by your choice of not showing any of them how you truly felt, sad, empty, alone, and betrayed by Angel’s choices of thinking with his dick and not his fucking brain.

You were about to storm out when he grabbed you by the forearm. “Wait, please… we can fix this! Please let me fix this dulce.” “No, Angel,” you twisted your arm to get loose of his grip; the touch of him made you cringe, “the damage has already been done. I can’t fucking stand to look at you. Not now. I’m going home… I’m going home to Charming for a while.” And with that, you left Angel there to mend his broken pieces at losing the two of you…

To Be Continued

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At My Weakest - two

rated: m, mature | word count: 4.2k | story page  

“I wanna taste you again. Like a secret or a sin.”

  - Matthew Perryman Jones 

When Gianna stirred awake, she wasn’t surprised to find Harry laying beside her. What she was surprised about though was the absolute softness of his face. 

The lines of his cheekbone and jaw were still sharp, but his skin was completely smooth. The usual indent between his brows was nonexistent, and his hair was a beautiful curly mess. She found herself reaching out to smooth some stray curls back behind his ear, her fingertips just barely brushing his soft skin. 

He didn’t disappoint once he got her in his bed. Turns out his smug, cocky demeanor could be backed up, and backed up well. He wasn’t short on foreplay, he didn’t rush into it. If anything, he drew out the string of anticipation so ridiculously thin it snapped; until they were all hands and mouths and moans and pleasure. 

It was good. It was fun. It was a much needed distraction.

But it looked different in the daylight. 

What was passionate gasps and needy hands in the dimmed moonlight, was just a sloppy rebound fuck with a friend in the early morning daylight. 

Gianna was careful to slip out of bed, nakedly grabbing her borrowed sweater from the floor before tiptoeing to his bathroom. And when she returned, she was met with green eyes and tousled hair. 

“Thought you left.” His voice was even deeper than usual, the early morning rasp doing nothing to quell Gianna’s increasingly warming skin. “Didn’t think you were a hit and run kinda person.” 

Gianna breathed a soft laugh as she made her way over to him in just her sweater.

“No, but I should probably get my ass on the couch before your sister wakes up.” 

“Y’know she sleeps like the dead.” He watched her as he fiddled with the corner of his duvet, eyes tracing the curve of her hip where the sweater ended against her caramel skin. “Could give you one more before you go.”  

The lightness of his eyes looked iridescent in the morning light, especially in comparison to the blown out brown of Gianna’s staring back at him.  

He sat up just then, the dark emerald sheet slipping down his chest to rest casually across his bare hips. He was a sight with his unruly hair falling over his collar bones and his toned chest and stomach on full display. 

“In fact,” he started as he scooted down the bed until he was right in front of her, his feet meeting the ground as he pulled her closer between his thighs, “was thinking we could do this whenever you want.” 

Gianna’s hands found his bare shoulders, his skin still incredibly warm from sleep and as soft as it looked. 

“Is this my sweater?” Harry asked suddenly as he looked down to where he played with the knitted fabric at her hips, his hands slowly splaying out on Gianna’s bare thighs.  

“Gemma gave it to me last night,” she responded softly.  

“Hm. Anyway… could be a perfect fit for both of us,” Harry murmured, his head tilted up towards Gianna’s, his lips inches from hers. The innuendo was embedded in his tone and the look on his face, and even more blatantly obvious when the most subtle indent of a dimple teased its way onto his cheek.  

It would be too easy for Gianna to take him up on the offer, crawl back into bed with him and let him bring her over the edge as many times as he wanted; as many times as she wanted. But for as sexy and generous as he’d been, she knew it wasn’t the best idea and something she shouldn’t get used to.  

Gianna sighed with a gentle squeeze to his shoulder blade. “H…” 

“G,” Harry rebutted in a playful tone. 

“Probably not a good idea.”  

“I beg to differ. Think it’s a great idea. My best idea yet.”  

“Last night was fun,” Gianna offered gently. “I just don’t think we should make a habit out of it. I have a lot going on and I don’t want to drag you—”

“—Hey, say no more.”  

If Harry’s ego was bruised from the rejection, he didn’t show it.  

Instead, he pushed himself up from the bed as she took a step back, the sheet knowingly falling away from his body as he stood before her at his full height. They were nearly chest to chest, and it took everything inside Gianna to ignore the way her nipples pebbled beneath the soft fabric of her sweater.  

“The offer’s available if you ever want it.”  His lips curled around every word, only making his offer even more overwhelmingly enticing.   

He didn’t wait for a response. Instead, his chest brushed against her arm as he carelessly moved around her to head to the bathroom, completely naked, every inch of his body on display.  

If he felt Gianna’s eyes on him, he didn’t show it.   

A fresh steam of her reworn silk skirt and sheer button down blouse later, and the party was in full swing, guests arriving one after another to her parents home.  

Gianna was lucky to have arrived when she did, the distraction of guests doing her every favor to hold off the inevitable questions from her family. A quick comment that Steve was held up at work was as far into it as she could get before her mother was whisked away by one thing or another. Gianna wasn’t so worried about the lie as she was her delivery of said lie. 

The end of her relationship was the last thing she felt like discussing at her fathers 50th birthday celebration.  

The one thing she didn’t anticipate was the possibility of Steve showing up.  

She saw him as soon as he walked through the front door, his polo shirt and perfectly styled hair immediately catching her eye.  His eyes scanned the room in search of her, and it felt like her heart could literally drop out of her ass.  

Gianna excused herself from her fathers colleagues before making her way toward him, her blood boiling as her heart pounded in her chest.  

“What are you doing here?” She whispered harshly as she pulled him aside, eyes ablaze as she looked at him.  

“You haven’t been answering your phone.”  His response was so casual for someone who blew up their life together without a second thought.  

“Yeah you lost that privilege yesterday, Steve.”  

“Gianna, please. Let’s just talk about this.”  

“You need to leave.”  

“Gianna—”

“Y’alright?”  Gianna turned to look up at the sound of the intruder's voice, her eyes meeting Harry’s expressionless face immediately.  

Gianna was quick to reel in her emotions as well, instead smiling and greeting Harry and Gemma and their parents.  

“Hi guys! Yeah, yeah, all good. Steve was just leaving,” Gianna continued to smile despite the confused look on Harry and Gemma’s parents faces. “He’s gotta work.” 

Steve huffed. “You’re being ridiculous.”  

“Let’s go find Lisa!” Gemma suggested to her parents with a gentle guide on both of their backs.   

“Oh, she’s in the kitchen.” Gianna pointed in the direction of her mother and released a sigh when they headed that way.  

Gianna turned back to Steve the moment they were out of earshot. “You’re a real asshole, you know that?”  

Steve opened his mouth to reply, but Harry was quick to interject. “Think she told you to go.”  

Gianna watched the anger wash over Steve’s face as he turned to Harry.

“Shouldn’t take me telling you for you to listen,” Harry added with a disapproving shake of his head.

That confidence Harry exuded? Yeah, it came in handy in a wide array of situations.  

“Don’t make me kick you out of here,” Gianna told Steve. “I don’t want to cause a scene and embarrass my mum but I will if I have to.”  

Harry took the most subtle step closer. He really only sort of shifted his weight towards Gianna more, barely enough to even notice, but judging by Steve’s disgruntled face, he noticed.  

Gianna noticed too.  

“We’re going to talk about this later.”  Just the sound of Steve’s voice made Gianna’s heart plummet. It wasn’t supposed to be like this, but it was. 

She watched him turn around with an exasperated huff, a withheld breath escaping her when he disappeared through the front door.  

“Y’okay?”  

Gianna momentarily forgot Harry was still standing beside her.  “Yeah,” she nodded. “Gonna go hide for a bit and collect myself.”  

She didn’t wait for his response before she disappeared upstairs with tears welling in her eyes.  

Who did Steve think he was?  Just showing up at her parents home as if nothing happened? Something did happen. A lot of shit happened.  Many words were exchanged and the way Gianna left their home and didn’t look back said even more then her frustrated, broken words.  

Gianna didn’t know how long she hid in her childhood bathroom, but apparently it was long enough for someone to come looking for her when she heard the softest tap on the door.  

She wasn’t crying, that was a plus. So she braced herself for her mother to be undoubtedly on the other side of the door, but opened it slowly to find none other than Harry leaned up against the doorframe, his face closer than she would have expected.  

His chin was pointed down towards his chest, leaving him to look up at her through his lashes with his eyebrows raised high and the lines across his forehead even more prominent.  

“Just checking on you. Y’don’t have to come out yet if you don’t wanna.”  

Gianna leaned against the wall so that she was standing parallel to him, her body lining up perfectly with his, both of their arms crossed over their chests, the door to the bathroom propped open just enough for them to see each other.  

“Is my mum looking for me?”  

He pursed his lips with regret. “I did hear her say your name a little bit ago.”  

Gianna released a deep sigh as she let her eyes fall closed. “I can’t believe he just showed up here.”  

“Do you know what he wanted?”  

Gianna scoffed. “No clue, probably to torture me some more. As if yesterday wasn’t enough.”  

“He’s got some nerve,” Harry shook his head in disbelief. 

Gianna exhaled again. “I don’t even wanna be here and now I gotta go put a show on for everyone and pretend like everything’s fine.” 

Harry gave her a small, understanding smile. “Want me to go fall down the stairs as a distraction?” 

The tiniest shiver rolled down his spine when she smiled with a shake of her head. 

“I’ll just dive head first. They’ll be so distracted with my broken collar bone that you can sneak out the back,” he added with a completely straight face, intently fighting the twitch at the corner of his mouth. 

Gianna laughed softly as she pushed her elbow against his. “What if you mess up your face? I’ll never forgive myself.” 

“Oh yeah, you’re right. Never mind scratch that idea,” Harry replied quickly, the smile forming across his face regardless of his efforts. 

Gianna’s face softened after a moment, and Harry couldn’t be positive, but he was pretty sure her body moved a half an inch closer to his. 

“Thanks for stepping in with him,” she said sincerely, her big brown eyes steady on his. 

Harry swallowed discreetly, licking his lips in a force of habit. “Anytime,” he murmured, his eyes flicking across her face. 

“You didn’t have to,” Gianna replied mindlessly, her eyes falling across his face. 

“Know I didn’t.” Harry’s voice was soft, because as much as he didn’t want to admit it, he felt like his skin was on fire. 

She was so close. Her perfume invaded his senses the same way it did on the roof, it had seeped into his sheets and lingered on his skin that morning. It was all he could focus on, subconsciously pulling him closer to her. 

Although, maybe not totally subconscious at all. He knew he wanted her. He knew that after one night with her, that he wanted her again, as many times as she’d give herself to him.   

He could tell she wanted to kiss him. Fuck, he was willing her to just do it. It was like every fiber of his being was screaming for her to just connect their mouths, get lost in each other again. But he could tell she was having some sort of internal battle that held her back. 

“What are you thinking?” he asked softly, eyes peering into hers. 

She blinked back at him, the soft furrow of her brows somehow making her more attractive. He watched her mouth open and close, trying to find the words. 

“Tell me,” he murmured. 

He could feel her breath just barely brushing his lips as his eyes pulled down to the curve of her Cupid’s bow first, then the curve of her chest, before traveling the same path back again, ready to dive back into the deep brown of her eyes. 

They were cast down, the curl of her lashes on display instead, and at first Harry assumed in shame or disinterest. But they burned against his own mouth, as she took account of every curve of his lips. 

“G...” he tried once more, hoping that the movement of his lips spurred her on. 

She was about to say something, Harry could see it on every inch of her face, but then there were footsteps entering the room and the sound of her name being called that Gianna snapped back, pulling away from him so quickly that it felt like the wind had been knocked out of him. 

“Oh there you are,” Gemma said, relieved. “Your mum's going to go searching for you any minute, wanted to find you first.”

“Yeah, same,” Harry nodded as he tried to casually run a hand through the top of his hair and gently tuck a stray piece behind his ear. Only it didn’t feel casual at all, the only thing he felt was fidgety. “I’ll go distract her,” he added as he pushed his hands into the pockets of his black jeans and turned to leave. 

The truth was, he felt like he couldn’t breath and he wasn’t even quite sure why. Gianna was hard to read, she was really good at bottling things up which left him completely unsure where he stood. She told him she wasn’t interested, and he understood why. Things could get complicated and that was the last thing she needed in her life at the moment. But then she looked at him like that, and her eyes - reluctant but burning into his skin - said something completely different. 

He wasn’t going to push her, though.  She needed a friend and that was what he was going to be to her.  So he went to Lisa’s side and talked her ear off about a recent show he had watched on Discovery, and watched with a small smirk as Gianna’s mum pretended to be interested.  

Luckily, the rest of the party went on as normal. And even more so, Gianna and Harry didn’t have a moment alone together until the goodbyes. There was the slightest bit of hesitancy when they went to leave a kiss on each other's cheeks, something they and their families always did when parting ways.  

It was a blip of a moment really, but it was enough to have chills running across Gianna’s skin just from the barely there scruff of Harry’s cheek brushing hers. He gave a small, but reassuring smile when he pulled away, a soft squeeze of her arm just before he followed Gemma out the door. 

It was insane, but she couldn’t stop thinking about him the rest of the night. While she helped her parents clean up, while they talked her ear off about their upcoming travel plans, while she finally peeled herself away from them at nearly midnight, while she drove back to Gemma and Harry’s place, while she tiptoed inside and locked up behind her. 

“Hey,” Gemma called from where she was curled up on the couch in front of the tv. “Rest of the night go okay?” 

“Oh, yeah. The usual really.” Gianna sighed as she slipped her studded heels off, her limbs feeling heavy from the long day. 

“I’ll be out of your bedroom in a mo, this is almost over,” Gemma said half heartedly, eyes still trained on the tv. 

Gianna didn’t bother with a response, but instead wandered down the hallway to Gemma’s room to steal some clothes. She couldn’t help but glance at Harry’s bedroom door, the light peeking through the bottom like a temptation. 

She wondered what he was doing in there as she changed, if he heard her come in, if he could sense her in the proximity somehow.  Her fingertips prickled with curiosity and her mind tiptoed along the ledge of “what if” and “maybe” and “why not”.  

He offered.  All she had to do was accept.  

When she stepped out of Gemma’s room with an oversized white tee shirt and minty fresh teeth, she immediately noticed that Harry’s light was no longer illuminating the edges of his door, the room seemingly pitch black.  

Maybe that was a sign from the universe or something.  Maybe, she thought, she should just quit while she’s ahead.  

Her makeshift bed was all ready for her in the living room, Gemma having neatly arranged blankets and pillows on the couch where she was previously sitting.  That was one thing about both of the Style’s siblings, they never made you feel unwelcome. 

“Alright love, let me know if you need anything,” Gemma spoke as she placed her empty tea cup in the sink.  

“Thanks, Gems. Seriously. Don’t know what I’d do without you.”  

Gemma smiled warmly as she walked over, wrapping Gianna in a quick hug before heading for the hallway.  

“Oh,” she turned around quickly, “Harry spoke to Steve after we left.”  

Gianna’s heart stopped, bracing herself for whatever transpired between them.  “How bad was it?”  

“Eh,” Gemma shrugged, chuckling lightly as she continued. “Harry yelled a lot, but he’ll be gone for a few hours tomorrow morning so you can go get your stuff. We’ll go with you to help.”  

Gianna released a heavy sigh, overwhelmed with her friend's generosity. “You guys don’t have to do that.”  

“Too bad because we are,” Gemma quickly replied. “Harry told Steve he was coming with you anyway, just in case he decides to try anything like what went on today. Plus, the more hands means the faster you can get out of there.”  

Gianna gave her a pouty smile.  

“Don’t look at me like that,” Gemma laughed. “You would do the same for me.” 

“I would,” she agreed.  

“Besides, Harry’s the one that made it happen. He just told me the plan before he went to bed.”  Gemma smoothed down the baby hairs sticking up at the front of Gianna’s hairline, a small, sympathetic smile on her face. “I love you, get some sleep.”  

Gianna didn’t know what she did to deserve a friend like Gemma, but she was grateful every single day for whatever cosmic blip happened in the universe to force them together. 

“Love you,” Gianna murmured as she watched Gemma head for her room, finding herself standing completely still as she watched her bedroom door close softly at the end of the hall.  

And then she was left in silence with nothing but her thoughts. Which if anyone could hear inside her brain, they’d know they were anything but silent.  

She went to plop down on the couch, letting out a long, deep sigh as she sunk into the cushions.  

Harry didn’t need to put his neck out like that, but he did. His exact reasoning, Gianna wasn’t sure. But he appeared beside her at that party like it was second nature. He took it upon himself to find a way for her to safely get her things from her former home, and she was grateful. He was a good friend. She knew that already, but it was even more prominent now.  

She thought starting something with Harry would be harder on her than not. She thought she didn’t need the added stress.  But he never showed any indication that he would make anything stressful for her. If anything, the only thing he showed was the opposite.  

A distraction, an escape, a good time.   

That was all she needed right now.  And in a way, that was exactly what Harry was offering.  

So she pulled herself up from the couch with purpose, and padded down the hall to the door on the right with her heart beating wildly in her chest.  Her fingers brushed along the grain of wood, a last chance effort to back away with none the wiser.  

But she didn’t want to.  As ridiculous as it seemed, Harry made her feel something that she desperately needed at the moment.  

So she jumped.  

It was the softest tap, her knuckle meeting the wood so lightly she was positive he wouldn’t even hear it.  Her breath was shaky as she did it again, this time the tiniest bit harder, more sure.  

There was no sign of movement behind the door.  She waited with baited breath, tapping her knuckles a third time, squeezing her eyes closed, begging for Gemma not to hear.  

But nothing.  No sound, no movement, no Harry.  

Maybe he had snuck out at some point, while she was changing perhaps.  Or maybe he had decided she was right after all, that this - she - was too complicated for him right now.  

She drew one last small pattern on the door, her temple pressed against the framing before she dropped her hand and pulled away.  

And then in a moment of pure heart stopping relief, the door swung open and a large hand wrapped around her forearm, tugging her inside the dark room so quickly she felt lightheaded.  

Her back was pressed up against the wall beside the door as Harry eased it closed quietly.  Gianna caught her breath, her chest rising and falling sharply as she took him in.  He was in nothing but boxer briefs sitting low on his hips, his hair pulled up in a bun, his skin reflecting against the light of the muted tv in the corner of his room.  His bed was unmade, the spot he was previously occupying obvious, what with blankets thrown to the one corner and pillows propped up against the center of the headboard.  

Harry was looking at her expectantly when she turned her face back to him, but he didn’t say anything, eyes simply scanning the features of Gianna’s face.  

“How’d you know it was me?” Gianna murmured softly. 

“I didn’t.”  His tone was neutral, but his eyes were blazing, even in the darkness.  

She couldn’t pull her eyes from him, and all she could think about was taking the half a step needed to be pressed against his soft skin. 

“Hoped it was,” Harry added after a beat of silence, his eyes falling to her mouth. “Didn’t know, but hoped.” 

The words barely made their way from his lips before Gianna was taking the small step to connect their mouths.  And it was as if  Harry was waiting for it, because his hand immediately cupped her jaw as he took his own step, her back pressing against the wall once more.  

His lips were warm, and they tasted familiar this time. That thought surprised Gianna somehow - this wasn’t the first time, and although it was new, it was comforting in a way she wouldn’t be able to explain if she tried.  

He kissed her with his entire body, every inch of him pressed tightly against her, pinning her to the wall.  His tongue teased her bottom lip, and without second thought, she met him with her own, sparks shooting across her skin in the form of goosebumps and anticipation.  

The soft groan that escaped his throat as he pulled her even closer lit her on fire, his fingers digging harder into the soft curves of her hips.  

“Fuck, I want you,” Harry sighed breathlessly, his lips trailing across Gianna’s jaw and down her neck.  

She scratched her nails down his back, his body only pressing against hers more in response. “Want you too,” she whispered, like it was a confession, as if her actions hadn’t already exposed her.  

His lips burned against her throat, sucking deliberate kisses to her sensitive skin as his hands smoothed up and down her sides, gripping here, pulling there. She could feel him, hard and needy against her pelvis, and it made her stomach twist with desire. 

“This has to stay between us,” Gianna spoke gently up to the ceiling. “No one can know.”  

“Good,” Harry stamped a kiss to her jaw, pulling her face to his by the back of her neck, his lips brushing hers with his words. “Can be our secret.”  

And it was, he made sure of it.  No one would know what went on between them under the darkness of the night, hidden behind the walls of his room, disguised behind their eyes in the daylight.  

It would just be theirs, whatever it was, for as long as Harry could help it.  

But that’s the thing about secrets… they always find a way out.  

a/n: *nervous laughter* Heyyy guysss lol so! There we have it! It’s happening, it’s fine, everything’s fine. The biggest thanks to the best babes @andwhenshesays​ @oh-honey-styles​ @harrytheehottie​ @real-work-of-art​ @haute-romance-quotidienne​ @all-things-fic​ for the comments and laughs and support and encouragement - you guys are the real ones. I hope everyone enjoyed this one! Much more to come *more nervous laughter* lol thank you for reading! I hope you’ve had a great friday! xxx 

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