#we all watch old friend one last time as little rover says its goodbyes

[bigspoonlttlespoon]

a small lonely rover sent out on a long lonely journey meets a large lonely friend (neither are lonely any longer)

It wrinkles my brain that Jupiter’s moon Europa has oceans that are sixty miles deep, while Earth’s oceans only reach seven miles deep at most. I’m willing to bet good money that there’s life in Europa’s oceans. Like five bucks. You hear me, NASA? I bet you five bucks that there’s life on Europa… Now that there’s money and reputation on the line, I bet they send a mission there real quick.

[juniebjoneswrites]

Bring Me Home // Harry Styles

Hey Harry? (6)

On this particularly nice evening I drove up to the station to see Seb. The sun will be setting soon meaning the golden hour before a lovely cotton-candy-like  sunset is soon upon us, and my depressed ass wasn’t going to miss my chance for a moment of calmness. My car tire hits one of the big potholes and I curse this place for its dismissiveness of vehicle safety and my wallet. Getting out I see Seb inside filling the candy at the counter. I pull my supplies from my trunk and place the chairs near the door under the lotto sign. As I open the beach umbrella I hear a car pull up to a pump; I look to see if they need help but it seems they’re competent so I focus back on the task at hand.

“June, dear, what are you doing?” 

“Ah yes, Sebastian, thank you for joining me here today,” I drag the cooler from my back seat and place it in front of the umbrella, between the chairs. “You see tonight is supposed to be a very special night,” I sit in one of the chairs and crack open a soda. Seb waits for me to finish but picks up a drink and takes a seat anyway. “It’s the night before summer.” I toast him.

He chuckles and sips his lemonade. “You know you could have bought these here and given the store money,”

“Where else would I have gotten them?” I tsk. “I bought them before closing last night.” We wave as the gas pumper drives off, then sit in silence for many moments while the golden sun creeps up on us. The rattling in my chest has turned into the slow drip of an hourglass. I’m not sure how much time it has given me but I’m determined to use every last grain. 

“I am very proud of you and your friends, you know,” he says. “He was a good man.” My eyes are closed and I stay in this moment a little longer before responding. 

“Thank you, Seb. He was.” We sit in silence again as I watch the waves roll softly in. 

Moments before a black Range Rover drives up, Seb goes inside. Too much time spent in the sun thinking of loss can turn a person away. So he goes back into the cool shop where he can look at a picture of his wife and be distracted by a game show. The man waves, putting the nozzle in the tank and walking over. 

“Yeah no, you really shouldn’t leave it like that,” I call. I hold my hand above my eyes, shielding the sun. 

He turns back to the car and then back to me, “Eh, I think it’s probably okay,” 

Why am I always telling this man what to do? “Ah,” I say when he’s in front of me, “It’s you,”

He laughs, “I hope that’s okay.” 

I just shrug and offer him the other beach chair. “Unless it’s you know, not up to your standards,” He raises an eyebrow in defiance and takes a seat. I open the cooler and he picks out water. Boring. “I hope you at least turned it off,” I motion toward his car. 

“Of course,” he holds up his keys. I’m taking a drink but I give an enthusiastic thumbs up for a job well done. “You seem better than the last time I saw you,” he says carefully. 

“Yeah, well. Time heals all wounds,” I look back at the sea and play with the latch on the cooler. “That’s what they say at least,” I take another drink. He doesn’t say anything, and we spend a moment in silence. I wonder what L’s he might be remembering. His pump stops and I instinctively stand to take care of it. He catches my arm before I get far. 

“I got it,” he states.

“We offer assistance to those clients who,” I pause for effect, “Need it,” I give a small but reassuring pout and rub his forearm. “And, well, seeing as how you left your pump unsupervised one can only assume this may be new to you,” 

“Mm,” He hums, “Then by all means,” he steps out of the way and allows me to pass.

“Thank you,” I say courteously. I return the nozzle and cap his tank, closing the latch. To drag it out I take the squeegee from its holder and wash his window as well, making sure to get his lights. Then remembering this is a very expensive car, I pray I didn’t ruin anything by doing that. Putting the squeegee away I make a quick glance at him, he isn't angry so I let out the breath I've been holding. “Well there you are,” I say, trying to Vannah White his car but probably looking more like Will and Jada Picekett Smith at the red carpet.

“You’re very good at your job,” 

“Well, to be fair, it is not hard,”

I stand near his driver side mirror as he walks closer. “Why don’t you get one that’s more challenging?” His question sounds sincere but playful. “I already have that,” I counter. And I do, but it doesn’t pay well. Or at all. He tilts his head and raises an eyebrow questioningly. “Maybe I’m a hitman?” A lie too close to the truth. “Or maybe I’m not. You know I can’t really talk about it,” I give a defeated shrug.

“I suppose that’s not something one should reveal. But a very interesting secret indeed,” his eyes are too green, too intense. I fold under their weight so I refocus my energy. I look back at the sun giving me peak golden hour vibes, I smile and release some tension. “You like watching the sunset?” he asks.

“I do, I came up here for it,”

He frowns, “I don’t want to stop you enjoying it,” he turns slightly, giving me an exit that I take. 

I smile at him and continue on my way. I get a few steps and almost turn but I hear his door open and close. His car starts driving as I get to the chairs; I go to wave but he’s gone. 

“Okay, then,” I grumble and grab a book from my bag.

“You know he dies at the end?” He calls a few moments later. 

I throw my arms up then slam the book shut. “Why?” I ask incredulously. “You were gone, you should have stayed gone,” his head dips as he laughs. “And a little rude without a thank you or goodbye, might I add,” I throw the ruined book back in my bag. 

“I like the dramatics a little,” He takes the other chair again. “I think this would be nicer on the beach, yeah?” 

A small shiver runs through me, “Yeah,” I manage out. We grab everything and take it down. As I set it up he disappears back up to the station, probably securing his car.  I take that moment to enjoy the silence and the secret between Elijah, the Ocean, and I. If the three of us can work together we can make retribution happen. But for now I watch the pink and peach sky marry the water in a beautiful matrimony.

 A can opening pulls me back as Harry hands me a beer. A beer? A gas station beer. I look at him confused. I make direct eye contact with his “You Booze You Lose” tattoo and give a small laugh. 

“I thought it was the right occasion,” he sounds a little disheartened as he brings the can back to him.

I quickly grab it, “Thank you,” I rush out, not trying to seem ungrateful. “Thanks.” I take a drink. “Wait, what’s the occasion? The sunset?” 

He looks instantly uncomfortable as if maybe this was all a bad idea. “Your friend, Seb, said it's the night before summer,”  I nodded.  “And that it's… also.. Uh,”

“Eli’s birthday,” I sit back in the chair and take another drink. I didn’t think he’d remember. That old man is full of surprises. 

“Sorry,” he slides in the chair, still stiff and uncertain. 

“Thank you for this,” I smile at him, making both of us more at ease. Funny to me that he’d be the nervous one. 

We watch the sunset with easy conversation and laughs. It lights us up and gives our bodies warmth like we're old friends. I thank it in my mind, and I thank Seb for his words, I thank this beer for warming my mind, I thank Harry’s voice for it’s steadiness, I thank the waves. I watch him talk, a little rose tint to his cheeks, his dimples forming with smiles, he's happy and animated. I haven’t been his kind of carefree for a long time. The cold in the pit of my stomach threatens to ice over so I take another sip, and another, and another. I imagine my cheeks match his now. I rest my head back on the seat and for a time I don’t feel the coldness. He stops talking so I lazily turn to him. His smile reaches his eyes with curiosity so I have to admit that I may have drifted off in my own mind. 

He laughs lightly and pats my hand, “It’s okay, June.” 

The sun has left us, replaced by the moon. There’s no fire to keep us warm this time, no dancing or singing, no other friends. But there is a plan now. I stare back at the moon and dare it to tell me not to, naturally it doesn’t. It will keep my secrets. 

“Hey Harry?” 

“Mm?”

“Should we run tomorrow?

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[mysweetestcreature]

Wish Upon A Star (StepBro!Harry) Part IX

Part VIII

***

The bed is all too good at its seduction, with sheets that entangle her limbs, a pillow that might as well be a cloud, and the warm body that guards her back possessively. But it’s only a few more solemn minutes of enjoying the comfortable silence until a disturbance drags her out of dreamland. Her hand feels around for the phone vibrating on the side table. She squints her eyes and reads her assistant’s name that flashes on the screen. 

“Hello?” her greeting is drawn out by a long yawn that reaches octaves to put an opera singer to shame. 

“About time you picked up! Do you not know how long I’ve been trying to call you?”

“Isn’t it a bit early to be calling?” she glances at the clock, 8:09 am, “It’s like three in the morning over there.” Harry stirs next to her, his arm wraps around her figure and pulls her against his torso. He snuggles his face into the slope of her neck, his hot breath caressing the vulnerable flesh. 

“Actually, it’s 8:09, oh wait, now it’s 8:10! Anyway, I need you to pick me up.”

“I don’t think I follow,” she replies. 

“I just landed in Heathrow, so hurry up because airplane food does not satisfy. Oh, and I also need a place to stay, so thanks in advance!” Before she can ask any more questions, he’s saying his goodbyes and ending the call. The screen goes black, and she’s met with a reflection of her face staring back at her.

Earnest kisses press across her shoulder blade, the feeling of his morning stubble tickles her bare skin. She turns in his hold and lazily connects their mouths, her fingers lightly tugging at the astray locks of his messy hair as his own outline down her soft curves.

“Morning, my love,” he rasps, smacking her lips again. He shuffles on top of her and presses more kisses along her jaw and down under her chin. His movements are setting themselves up to become more sensual and it is only a matter of time until they’re joined together for the nth time in five days. 

“Wait, we need to-” but she stops when he begins teasing the spot below her ear, the stubble on his upper lip grazing over her lobe. What was she meant to do again? The memory is fuzzy for a couple of moments, but the orders––and who would have thought that her assistant would be giving her orders––are soon brought to the forefront of her mind. “We’ve got to go the airport.”

He looks at her with furrowed brows and panic begins to set in as she feels his muscles begin to tense over her. “I thought you weren’t leaving for four more days?” Y/n shakes her head and gives him a reassuring kiss.

“My assistant apparently took some unauthorized vacation time, and now he’s here,” she slips out from under him, and sits up to place her feet on the fluffy carpet. But he’s got his arms locked around her waist. “Harry, c’mon. I’m sure you’ve gotten enough,” she teases. She glances over her shoulder to see him shaking his head like a stubborn child.

“Can never get enough of you, love,” he says cheekily.

***

William knew there was something off about the situation, but never did he expect this. He’s been parked across the street from Harry’s apartment complex since the crack of dawn, waiting for him to come out. It’s definitely plausible that Y/n is staying with him. When a black Range Rover comes into view, he eyes the architect’s face in the driver’s seat, with Y/n sitting beside him. He ducks down until they’ve driven past him, then asks his driver to follow the car. 

The rest of the windows are tinted black, blocking his view of them. They drive miles and miles, until the airport pops up in the distance. Maybe she’s booked herself an earlier flight? 

“Just stay here,” he orders the driver. He watches as Harry backs into a spot and turns off the ignition. Now he’s got a clear view of the two through the windshield. She’s laughing at something, but he’s never been skilled at reading lips. Why are they just sitting there? It looks like they’re just talking, and for a quick moment he thinks he’s lost all sensibility.

“What the fuck?” he growls as he watches Y/n reach across the console to the driver’s seat. Harry smirks at her before he sticks his tongue down her throat. “What a slut!” he snares. He knew there had to be a reason why she never mentioned him, but this? He was not expecting this at all! It’s completely revolting, and undeniably incestuous!

***

Age 18:

The sun beams brightly over their childhood treehouse. It has been years since either of them bothered to climb the wooden planks. But as the weather shifts to nicer, more pleasant temperatures, it would be a shame to let such a beautiful day go to waste (especially with all the tensions rising in their home). So here they lay on the blanket spread on the floor within the confines of their mini palace. He’s been reading through the old comic books that he’d left up here. It’s a miracle that they’ve been able to withstand the tests of time. She reads along with him from where her head rests on his chest.

“Wait! I wasn’t done reading that,” she complains, and quickly turns back the page.

“Oi, you’re going to tear it,” he retorts. He lets out a sigh and waits for her to get through it. When a minute––but he really isn’t counting––passes, he speaks up again. “You done?”

She rolls off of him and on to her stomach. Her eyes wander over the little shelves nailed to the wall. All the toys that had never made it back to the ground. Yet, only a meager layer of dust engulfs them, and she’s starting to think that Eric comes up here to clean. On the top middle shelf are two of her Barbie dolls. One wears a purple princess dress, complete with a tiny tiara atop her head. The other, which she remembers as her favorite growing up, is dressed in a classic halter wedding dress with sequins and beads sown into the corset.

“You think my dress will be as pretty as that?” she asks. Harry follows her eyes, turning to find her staring at the doll.

“It’s a nice dress,” he muses, “but I think yours would be prettier.” A cheeky smile spreads over his face, and he puts the comic book down to cross his hands behind his head. 

His love gives him the cutest look, as she saddles a leg over him. “Tell me more about our wedding,” she dreamily asks, as she traces patterns along his abdomen. The butterflies are back and flutter about in her tummy.

“Alright, well,” he starts, one of his hands land to graze over her thigh, “I’m going to give you your dream wedding, the one you used to tell me loads about when we were small. It’ll be in one of those fancy gardens with hedge mazes. We’ll have a rose gold motive, of course, seeing as you’ve already got the necklace to match, hmm. You’ll have the most beautiful dress, make all those other brides jealous. It’ll be Vera Wang, or whatever designer you’ve got your heart set on. All I’m asking is that I can easily slip it off you,” he smirks. She giggles and falls down on his chest to snuggle him, her ear resting over his steady heartbeat. “Got to promise me that you won’t start crying during our vows though. Because you know that I’ll start crying and our guests won’t be able to understand anything coming out of our blubbering mouths.”

“I make no promises,” she responds. Just the thought of their wedding has her about ready to burst into tears of happiness.

He sighs to feign annoyance, “I guess that’s fine. As long as I get to call you Mrs. Styles by the end of it all, it’s all fine by me.”

“Hmm, ‘Mrs. Styles,’ I do like the sound of that,” she says, then pecks his lips. He cups both her cheeks to keep her there for longer. His tongue licks along her bottom lip, and she opens it just wide enough for him to slip it in. 

She moves against him, her ass rubbing over his cock every time. “Driving me mad,” he groans into her mouth. His hands guide her to grind over his growing erection even harder. She breaks their kiss, moving herself lower down his body. Her fingers hook through the waistband of his basketball shorts, and she slowly pulls them down his legs. 

“Someone’s excited,” she muses at the tent of his boxers. His breath hitches in his throat when she strokes him through the fabric. 

“Don’t tease me, pet,” he warns, but any essence of intimidation is lost. She slowly inches them off, he raises his hips to make it easier for her. He whimpers as she pumps him with her hand, stroking him at an almost offensive pace. 

“What else do you have planned for our big day?” she draws out, letting some of her saliva drop down into her hand to use as lubrication. “I want to hear all about it.”

“I-” but he’s too consumed in her actions to speak. She squeezes him, and he bucks into her in response. “I’m thinking it’ll just be close friends and family, yeah?” he gulps. “If Mum and Dad d-don’t come around by then, we can get Gregoire to give you away.”

She brings her mouth to ghost over his balls, “That sounds perfect,” she replies. She peppers small kisses over one of them, before she wraps her lips around it to suck on.

“And for our honeymoon,” he sucks in a shallow breath, “I’m thinking we can go back to Santorini. Can give you a proper l-loving on the beach…fuck, baby, taking me so well.” Her head bobs over his cock, the tip of him hitting the back of her throat. “And maybe we can-can…” the words are lost, and his eyes roll to the back of his skull as he enjoys the warm and wet sensation of the vibrations from her hums. 

He pulls her back to his lips, hands sliding down her body to remove her jean shorts. Another groan releases into the air when he feels just how wet she already is. “Want you to ride me,” he murmurs. With one last kiss, she slides back down, positioning herself over the head. She sinks down, her teeth nearly biting through her bottom lip. She allows herself a moment to adjust. Her walls stretch to accommodate around him. 

His hand slips underneath her shirt past her bra. He rolls her pebbled nipple between his fingers, flicking over the erect bud to elicit that delicious moan of hers. She uses his chest as support, as she rises up and falls back on his cock in even takes. “Keep talking,” she pants out.

“We can go backpacking through Europe as well,” he hisses as her nails drag over his flesh. “You’d like that wouldn’t you? I could make love to you in every country.” She nods her head. He feels her fluttering around him. 

“Baby, I’m close,” she whines, picking up her pace and bouncing roughly over him. Her own fingers launch at her sensitive nub, while he finds the strength to meet her thrusts her halfway. One hard pounding, and he’s filling her up to the brim. The feeling of him coating her walls prompts her own climax, and she lets out a cry of pure ecstasy. 

The sounds of their panting are accompanied by the natural sounds of the outside. In the next yard over, they can hear the neighbor’s kids splashing around in their pool. Harry’s eyes wander over the walls of the treehouse. What was once a beacon for childhood adventure has just been severely tainted of its innocence.

***

Present Day:

They walk hand in hand into the airport. Harry still isn’t quite sure why he’s here, or who they’re looking for, but he allows himself to be dragged along, nevertheless. Heathrow seems to be more crowded than usual, for an ordinary day, he notices. All around them, there are parents reuniting with their children, husbands reuniting with their wives, and friends reuniting with friends. It’s a heartwarming scene to witness. He tugs on Y/n’s hand, bringing her close enough to give her a sweet kiss. “I love you,” he says against her. She laughs when she pulls away, wiping her thumb across his bottom lip to remove any essence of her nude-shade lipstick.

“You’re such a nut!” she chuckles before nuzzling her nose into his neck. 

“Well, shit. You’re even more gorgeous in person,” they turn their heads to the voice. “What took you so long? Did you get lost?” he playfully rolls his eyes. Y/n releases herself from Harry’s grasp, and hugs the person tightly.

“You’ve got some explaining to do! What are you doing here? And oh my god, who’s taking my phone calls?” she lightly swats Miguel’s shoulder when she pulls away. The two large suitcases by his side are much bigger than she anticipated, but then again, he has never been known to be a light packer. 

“We’ll talk business later, but first,” he steps around her, “I think you need you to properly introduce me to someone.”

Y/n attaches herself back to Harry’s side. “Harry, this is Miguel, my assistant. Miguel this is Harry, whom I’m sure you know plenty about.” She pretends not to see the smirk on Harry’s face. 

Harry extends his hand out to Miguel. “Nice to meet you, mate,” he greets. 

“Believe me, the pleasure is all mine, and can I say that the pictures do not do you any justice,” Miguel replies. All Instagram posts that he and Y/n spent time looking at while working late at the office were nothing compared to the real thing. “Anyway, where are we eating? A ten hour flight, and all they fed me was questionable pizza.”

“There’s this place not far from here, has the best Thai food, if you’re interested,” Harry replies. He wraps an arm around Y/n’s shoulder and leads them to the exit. 

“No, that’s fine! I’ll eat anything at this point,” Miguel chirps as he drags both suitcases along. “Could you maybe-” but he notices that the couple is nearly ten steps ahead, already lost in conversation amongst themselves.

***

Miguel sits in the back seat of Harry’s Range Rover, carefully observing his boss and the man she’d been pining for since the day they’ve met. Harry drives with one hand on the wheel, while the other is clasped with Y/n’s. He watches as Harry kisses her knuckles every so often, and how she’ll bring their tangled fingers to cushion her cheek. Their actions, as he witnesses, are like an unconscious effort. When he first started working for Y/n, he had heard stories about them growing up and falling in love, then breaking up due to extraneous circumstance. 

It’s a story right out of a movie. Childhood sweethearts, soulmates, finding their way back into each other’s arms. Much like Love, Rosie…except instead of friends, they’re step-siblings, and Y/n isn’t pregnant––but who can say for sure because she’s absolutely glowing, from what he assumes is the amazing sex they’ve been having. He creates a reminder on his phone to start writing the novel.

“So, are you going to tell me now?” Y/n twists around to ask him.

“Okay, so get this: I’m sitting in your office, the phone has been ringing nonstop––oh by the way, Debbie called, she wants to have lunch––and Mr. Sengle called and…”

Y/n stares at him intently, edging him to go on. But Miguel holds on to the moment a while longer, enjoying how frustrated she’s getting. “Spit it out!” she all but yells.

“So, Harry, Y/n tells me that you’re an architect. Do you have any projects in progess?” he inquires.

“Yeah, I just met with the new clients yesterday, actually. They’re looking to expand their hotel chain to the riverside. Want a modern design,” Harry states. Yesterday, he’d brought Y/n with him to the office. For years, all of his coworkers had teased him about rarely going on any dates or never having a serious relationship. Nosey, is what they are. 

Well, the joke was on them when they laid eyes on his love. 

He takes his eyes off the road for just a second to glance at Y/n. He chuckles to himself when he sees the puppy dog eyes she’s brought out as her weapon. “You should just tell her; those eyes will follow you to your grave.”

“Alright, alright! So, the reason I’m here is because Mr. Sengle is suggesting––well more like ordering––you to move to the company’s London branch! I just thought I’d get a head start in finding my own place. And don’t worry, before I left, I recruited all the interns to pack up your belongings in your apartment. They should be arriving at your parent’s house in about a week.” Miguel watches as the information slowly begins to set in, and she goes from utter shock to complete excitement.

“Are you serious? You’re not joking? This is-oh my god! Baby, did you hear that?” Luckily, they’ve hit a red light, and she’s leaning over the seat to give him full kiss on the lips. 

“Looks like I’ve got myself a roommate,” he says, and then he’s kissing her again. They’re too consumed with one another to notice that the light’s turned green, that is until the cars behind them aggressively honk their horns. “Oh, for fuck’s sake,” Harry groans, placing his foot back on the gas. 

“Ok, but if you guys are going to be packing on the PDA, at least help me find a man of my own,” Miguel rolls his eyes. It’s annoying how cute they are. Justice for all the singletons out there. 

***

Y/n wonders if it was mistake arriving together. Would they disapprove again? Although, now that she’s twenty-four, they really have no say in who she chooses to love. As they stroll up the walkway to front door, her nerves are on fire. Harry’s been telling her to relax, but that’s not an easy task to accomplish. Before either one of them can ring the bell, the door swings open, revealing their overexcited parents. “Welcome home!” Anne chirps, bringing both in for a hug. “You arrived together?” she questions when she notices just one car in the driveway.

“Don’t badger them with questions, they’ve only just arrived,” Eric jokingly scolds. He looks behind his children and sees a stranger. Unless he’s hallucinating, he’s almost positive that the man isn’t William. “I’m sorry, and who are you?”

Anne slaps his shoulder, “Look who’s doing the interrogations now.”

“Miguel Garcia, I work for your daughter,” he says as he goes in for a hug. “Aw, it’s so great to finally meet you two.”

***

Lunch seems to be going well. It’s almost like old times, the four of them sitting around the table chatting the others’ ears off. Eric can’t help but lean back in his seat and admire his family. He can’t remember the last time they were all seated together. No harsh glares, or yelling, or anything of that nature. 

He watches closely at his two children. They’re smiling at each other in the same way they did six years ago, before they got caught. And it only just crosses his mind that maybe it isn’t too late for them. 

“The food was great, thanks, Mum,” Harry says, patting his stomach for emphasis. 

Anne grins at him, “Not a problem, bub.” She too has been watching them carefully, and if her intuition is correct, there’s a reason why William isn’t here today. But she refuses to meddle, not after what happened the last time. “You guys go into the living room, I’ll put the kettle on, yeah?” 

The rest of them take their seats on the couches and recliners. Eric asks Harry about work, and Y/n and Miguel listen as Harry explains in elaborate detail his plans for the hotel’s design. 

“And I’m thinking maybe all glass walls, the rooms would be one-sided of course.”

Eric nods his head in agreement, “Couldn’t make it more modern even if you tried.” They share a laugh and continue on with the conversation. Miguel nudges Y/n with his elbow.

“Think you’re going to tell them today?” he whispers to her. And honestly, she doesn’t know. At this point, there’s no good in hiding that they’re back together. They’re grown adults who have been through too much for anyone to say no to them.

She watches as Eric excuses himself when the doorbell rings. “Should we tell them?” she asks Harry once she’s sure her dad is out of earshot. Just as he’s about to state his opinion, he’s interrupted. 

“Sweetheart?” Eric calls to Y/n.

“Yeah?” She turns around and gasps at what she sees. “What are you doing here?”

William walks through the living room, examining each photo hung on the wall. Knowing what he now knows, he grimaces at each one. “Not happy to see me, Dollface?” he says arrogantly. “Why, you didn’t tell me you guys were having a little family get together. I’m offended that I wasn’t invited.” He takes menacing steps towards her, but of course, Harry blocks him off from getting any closer. 

“You shouldn’t be here, mate,” he warns as his eyes narrow in on him. Y/n clutches his arm, signing to him not do anything too rash. The atmosphere that encompasses them is thick with tension. It’s almost as though no one can breathe.

The intruder lets out a low laugh. “You’re an awfully protective brother, aren’t you?” He darts his eyes towards Anne. “Fine children you’ve raised. It’s amazing how close they are.” 

Does he know? But how? The questions run through Y/n’s head. There’s something almost sinister about the man’s demeanor. “In fact, I’d say they’ve overstepped any boundaries all together.” 

Four pairs of eyes exchange weary looks. Y/n comes out from behind Harry, and grabs William by the arm to lead him outside. He follows her, smirking at Harry before waltzing out the door.

“What’s the matter with you?” she shrieks at him. “We’re broken up. O-VER. I don’t see why you’re acting this way.”

“Why’d you break up with me, huh? Because we both know it wasn’t because I hooked up with some chic,” he counters.

Y/n lifts her hands up in exasperation. “You want to know why? Ok, I’ll tell you. I don’t love you, I don’t even think I like you very much, to be honest.” It was never her intention to give it to him like this, but he’s overstepped the line. 

“Why not? Too busy dropping your panties for your brother?” he shoots back at her. “Thought I wouldn’t find out, didn’t you? I never pegged you as a whore, Y/n. Because that’s all you are, aren’t you? A cheap little whore.”

“What the fuck did you just say?” Harry charges at him, but Y/n does her best to hold him back. She cups the side of his face and whispers for him to calm down. His nostrils are flaring in anger, and his eyes are hard as stone. 

Eric, Anne, and Miguel rush outside. Anne holds Harry by the shoulder when she sees the drastic rise and fall of his chest.

“What the hell is going on here?” Eric shouts at them. He stands in between the two men, looking between the two for an explanation for the raucous.

William shakes his head, “Mr. and Mrs. Y/l/n. I think you should know what your kids have been doing behind your backs.” All Eric does is lift an unamused eyebrow at him. “They’re in some kind of relationship! I saw them with my own two eyes. It’s absolutely disgusting!” He waits for a violent reaction to erupt from the older couple, but he feels himself shrink back when they remain stoic. “I don’t think you heard me: your kids are fucking each other.”

“And so?” Eric sighs. 

“Doesn’t that bother you? They’re brother and sister!” William screeches. This is not how he expected this scene to play out. “Don’t you know how much of a slut your daught-”

A fist collides with his nose, and he’s left leaning against the car for support. “Correction: they’re step-siblings. Not a single ounce of the one’s blood runs through the other’s veins,” Eric nonchalantly replies. Y/n and Harry stare at him with shock, before turning to each other. From behind, Anne has a smile on her face.

William clutches his nose, squealing pathetically when he sees the blood rub off on his hands. “You’re all fucked up, all of you! Have fun rotting in hell.” He quickly opens the car door and jumps in, and they watch it speed away. But before it can too far, Miguel throws a rock at its rear. 

“That’s right, run away, you coward!” he shouts after it. 

“Daddy,” Y/n moves closer to her father and touches his arm. Eric gives her a soft smile, and suddenly she’s engulfing him in the tightest hug he’s received in years. “Thank you.” 

“I’m sorry for everything,” he says against her hair. She nods and wipes away the tears that have cascaded from his eyes. He motions to Harry, reaching out for his son. “There’s nothing I can say to take it all back, but I just hope that one day you guys can forgive me.” 

“I’m so sorry too,” Anne comes forward, “we’re so sorry for doing the things we did. We should’ve handled the situation better.” Harry wraps an arm around his mum and kisses the top of her head. “Seriously, you two should have never broken up in the first place. Harry, I saw how miserable you were when she left. I’m sorry we did that to you.”

“Aw, and I’m sorry for calling you both terrible parents,” Miguel adds, and launches himself around Harry’s waist. 

“Excuse me?” Anne questions, eyebrows rising to her hairline. 

“It was a long time ago, before I knew what delightful people you two are,” he explains. “Yay, group hug!” 

***

It’s nearly midnight when they arrive back to Harry’s flat. Miguel, who is thoroughly exhausted and stuffed with Anne’s cooking, retires to the guest room and bids the couple a goodnight. 

The smile hasn’t wiped itself off of Y/n’s face since she watched her dad punch William earlier today. Seeing William quiver in fear, now that is one for the books. Harry notices her amusement and pulls her towards him by the waist. “What are you smiling about?” 

“I’m just happy,” she wraps her arms around his neck. “Everything is falling into place. I don’t have to go back to New York, Mum and Dad are onboard with our relationship, and now we’re roomies!” she giggles. “I think we just crossed everything off the list.”

He leans in and kisses her softly, pulling her flush against him. “Hmm, I think we forgot something,” he murmurs into her mouth. Y/n pulls away and raises a confused eyebrow at him. “I promised you that I would put a ring on your finger.”

“Harry…” she covers over her mouth when he gets on one knee.

“Didn’t expect to do this tonight, but with everything that’s happened today–– don’t even have the ring yet, but I can’t think of a more perfect time,” he starts. “I fell in love with you when I was six years old, and eighteen years later I’m still crazy about you. You mean everything to me, hell, you are my everything.” The tears begin to pool in her eyes, and he reaches up to wipe them away, mumbling for her not to cry. “And not even the six years of separation or stupid snobby boyfriend can change how much I love you. Y/n, I love you so much and all I want is to have a life with you and to have little bubs of our own. Because, baby, you’re it for me.” His heart is pounding, but in the best way possible. Now he too has tears falling down his cheeks. Y/n stands there, ready to give her answer. He doesn’t even need to ask her because he’s all she’s wanted her entire life.

“Be my Mrs. Styles?”

***

A/N: 👀Only one more part left! What did you all think? Have we forgiven Eric and Anne completely? And let’s all welcome Miguel into the family!

Comments, questions, concerns? Tell me here!

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Life Lines

Most of us truly love music. We like a song depending on its lyrics, tune, artist or its meaning. As for me, most of my favorite songs became my favorite because of their lyrics especially those I can relate to. That is why I love Taylor Swift as she is a great songwriter and I have a lot of favorite lines from her songs. With that being said, I want to share my fave lines with you in no particular order. These lyrics can be used as captions for your photos or you may simply post the lyrics as status that suits your current situation. LOL! I love using Taylor Swift's song lines on my social media accounts. 💕

You call me up again just to break me like a promise.

-All Too Well, Red

 I'm a crumpled-up piece of paper lying here.

- All Too Well, Red

 Baby, I'm a nightmare dressed like a daydream.

-Blank Space, 1989

  Sometimes when I look into your eyes, I pretend you're mine all the damn time.

-Delicate, Reputation

 I walked out and said, "I'm setting you free." But the monsters turned out to be just trees.

-Out of the Woods, 1989

 I can't say hello to you and risk another goodbye.

-I Almost Do, Red

 Someday when you leave me, I bet these memories will follow you around.

-Wildest Dreams, 1989

 You're still all over me like a wine-stained dress I can't wear anymore.

-Clean, 1989

  'Cause baby I could build a castle out of all the bricks they threw at me.

-New Romantics, 1989

  People like you always want back the love they pushed aside but people like me are gone forever when you say goodbye.

-All You Had To Do Was Stay, 1989

  Come feel this magic I've been feeling since I met you.

-Hey Stephen, Fearless

  Have you ever thought just maybe you belong with me?

-You Belong With Me, Fearless

  'Cause I see sparks fly whenever you smile.

-Sparks Fly, Speak Now

  My mind forgets to remind me you're a bad idea.

-Sparks Fly, Speak Now

  I'm captivated by you baby like a fireworks show.

-Sparks Fly, Speak Now

 The story of us looks a lot like a tragedy now.

-The Story of Us, Speak Now

  People throw rocks at things that shine.

-Ours, Speak Now

  And the saddest fear comes creepin' in that you never loved me or her or anyone or anything.

-I Knew You Were Trouble, Red

 Forgetting him was like trying to know somebody you never met.

-Red, Red

  They said I did something bad but why's it feel so good?

-I Did Something Bad, Reputation

  You know I'm not a bad girl but I do bad things with you.

-So It Goes, Reputation

  I swear I don't love the drama; it loves me.

-End Game, Reputation

  These hands had to let it go free and this love came back to me.

-This Love, 1989

  I wish I could run to you and I hope you know that everytime I don't, I almost do.

-I Almost Do, Red

  Fighting with him was like trying to solve a crossword and realizing there's no right answer.

-Red, Red

  I was a dreamer before you went and let me down.

-White Horse, Fearless

  I'm gonna find someone someday who might actually treat me well.

-White Horse, Fearless

  The taste of your lips is my idea of luxury.

-King of My Heart, Reputation

  I'd like to be my old self again but I'm still trying to find it.

-All Too Well, Red

  And I hate to make this all about me but who am I supposed to talk to? What am I supposed to do if there's no you?

-Soon You'll Get Better, Lover

 I'm shining like fireworks over your sad empty town.

-Dear John, Speak Now

 I don't wanna look at anything else now that I saw you.

-Daylight, Lover

  Hold on to the memories; they will hold on to you.

-New Year's Day, Reputation

  Darling you had turned my bed into a sacred oasis.

-Dancing With Our Hands Tied, Reputation

 I loved you in spite of deep fears that the world would divide us.

-Dancing With Our Hands Tied, Reputation

  I'm a mess but I'm the mess that you wanted.

-Dancing With Our Hands Tied, Reputation

  And I guess we fell apart in the usual way and the story's got dust on every page.

-Holy Ground, Red

  I've never been anywhere cold as you.

-Cold As You, Taylor Swift

  I guess it's true that love was all you wanted 'cause you're giving it all away like it's extra change hoping it will end up in his pocket.

-Tied Together With A Smile, Taylor Swift

  It's hard to make a conversation when he's taking my breath away.

-Stay Beautiful, Taylor Swift

  Was I out of line? Did I say something way too honest, made you run and hide?

-Forever and Always, Fearless

  And I don't know why but with you I'd dance in a storm in my best dress.

-Fearless, Fearless

  But in life, you'll do things greater than dating the boy on the football team but I didn't know it at fifteen.

-Fifteen, Fearless

  You could write a book on how to ruin someone's perfect day.

-Tell Me Why, Fearless 

 Why do you have to make me feel small so you can feel whole inside?

-Tell Me Why, Fearless 

I'm wonderstruck blushing all the way home.

-Enchanted, Speak Now

  All I know is I don't know how to be something you miss.

-Last Kiss, Speak Now

  And I'll keep up with our old friends just to ask them how you are.

-Last Kiss, Speak Now

  Love is a ruthless game unless you play it good and right.

-State of Grace, Red

  I hear the sound of my own voice asking you to stay.

-Treacherous, Red

  This daydream is dangerous.

-Treacherous, Red

  It's been occurring to me I'd like to hang out with you for my whole life.

-Stay Stay Stay, Red

  This is the last time I'm asking you this: put my name on the top of your list.

-The Last Time, Red

  And all the times I let you in just for you to go again.

-The Last Time, Red

  We blocked the noise with a sound of I need you and for the first time I had something to lose.

-Holy Ground, Red

  Words: how little they mean when you're a little too late.

-Sad Beautiful Tragic, Red

  And they tell you that you're lucky but you're so confused 'cause you don't feel pretty; you just feel used.

-The Lucky One, Red

  I've been spending the last eight months thinking all love ever does is break and burn and end, but on a Wednesday, in a cafe, I watched it begin again.

-Begin Again, Red

  This is falling in love in a cruelest way; this is falling for you when you are worlds away.

-Come Back, Be Here, Red

  While she waits up, you chase down the newest thing and take for granted what you have.

-Girl At Home, Red 

You searched the world for something else to make you feel like what we had and in the end, in wonderland, we both went mad.

-Wonderland, 1989

  And I can't let you go; your hand prints on my soul.

-End Game, Reputation

  If a man talks shit then I owe him nothing.

-I Did Something Bad, Reputation

  Love made me crazy; if it doesn't, you ain't doing it right.

-Don't Blame Me, Reputation

  'Cause all the boys and their expensive cars, with their range rovers and jaguars, never took me quite where you do.

-King of My Heart, Reputation

  But I'm not the only friend you've lost lately if only you weren't so shady.

-This Is Why We Can't Have Nice Things, Reputation

 And if I bleed, you'll be the last to know.

-Cruel Summer, Lover

  I'm drunk in the back of the car and I cried like a baby coming home from the bar. Said I'm fine but it wasn't true.

-Cruel Summer, Lover

  I don't wanna keep secrets just to keep you.

-Cruel Summer, Lover

  And I'm highly suspicious that everyone who sees you wants you.

-Lover, Lover

  All's well that ends well to end up with you.

-Lover, Lover

  You play stupid games, you win stupid prizes.

-Miss Americana and The Heartbreak Prince, Lover

  I hate accidents except when we went from friends to this.

-Paper Rings, Lover

  And baby, I'm so terrified of if you ever walk away.

-Cornelia Street, Lover

 My heart, my hips, my body, my love. Tryna' find a part of me that you didn't touch. Gave up on me like I was a bad drug.

-Death By A Thousand Cuts, Lover

  Please don't be in love with someone else; please don't have somebody waiting on you.

-Enchanted, Speak Now

  Tell me that I'm all you want even when I break your heart.

-Afterglow, Lover

  I once believed love would be burning red but it's golden like a daylight.

-Daylight, Lover

  I've been looking sad in all the nicest places.

-I Don't Wanna Live Forever, Fifty Shades Darker OST

  We found wonderland, you and I got lost in it.

-Wonderland, 1989

  The lingering question kept me up; 2 AM, who do you love?

-Enchanted, Speak Now 

 Soon she's gonna find stealing other people's toys on the playground won't make you many friends.

-Better Than Revenge, Speak Now

  And she thinks I'm psycho 'cause I like to rhyme her name with things.

-Better Than Revenge, Speak Now

  I never heard silence quite this loud.

-The Story of Us, Speak Now

  Wishing' I'd realized what I had when you were mine.

-Back To December, Speak Now

  We'd still worship this love even if it's a false god.

-False God, Lover

 We hadn’t seen each other in a month when you said you needed space. What?

-We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together, Red

 We’re happy, free, confused and lonely at the same time.

-22, Red

Wonderin' why we bother with love if it never lasts.

-Mine, Speak Now

I am pretty sure there's a lot more to this but these have been my favorites so far. 💕

[miragerules]

The 10 Best Films of 2017 so far, and the 10 Films to look forward to in the second half of the year

Well it is now July 6th, and we are now a little past the half way mark of 2017, so I will delve into what are the 10 Best Films of 2017 so far starting with number 10.

10. Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 2: What is it with Marvel and their villains and climaxes of their films?  Sure there are exceptions like Winter Soldier, Age of Ultron and Civil War, but in general Marvel has a real villain problem as well as finishing off their films in a fully satisfying way.  That being said Guardians of the Galaxy is perhaps the most light hearted and funnest of the Marvel films thanks to director James Gunn, the score, and the chemistry/acting of the cast.

3.75/5 Stars 

9. The Wall: The Wall is a short, but a pretty gritty and intense Iraq war film directed by Doug Liman.

4/5 Stars

8. Ghost in the Shell:  I will always give credit to the likes of Akira and Ghost in the Shell for helping to make Anime popular in America making it easier to for Anime series and films to be release here, but I as never that impressed with Ghost In the Shell outside of its stunning animation.

I have never liked the original Ghost in the Shell as much as the other anime films that I was introduced to in the 80’s through the mid 90’s with the likes of Vampire Hunter D, Ninja Scroll, Patlabor The Movie and Robot Carnival among others, so I had no I high expectations with the remake except to get a good film that would hopefully do well box office wise, so studios will take more chances on live action anime films like in pre-production Robotech and the always talked about Cowboy Bebop film.

I think those reasons might have helped me enjoy Rupert Sanders Ghost in the Shell, and I really liked the film. I haven’t seen the original in probably over a decade, but from what I remember the film stays pretty close to the original with the biggest change coming to the Major’s backstory, which I loved.

I won’t get into what I believe are very overblown and unwarranted criticisms of whitewashing when it comes to Scarlett Johansson’s casting, and instead say Johansson was wonderful as The Major who effortlessly brings The Major to life.

The action and visuals/effects were really good. My criticism of the film is the lack of real character development outside The Major and maybe Batou. There were certain Section 9 characters I would have like to seen more of. Another criticism is that although I liked the story, themes and ideas in the film, the film doesn’t dive too deep, and instead spent more time on the visuals and action. I contribute both criticisms to the films short run time at only about an 1 hour and 45 minutes that includes both the opening and ending credits. I wish Sanders and the writers could have spend another ten minutes on the story and supporting characters, but that isn’t a huge criticism for me as it didn’t stop me from really enjoying Ghost in the Shell as much if not more than I did the original film.

I really hoped Ghost in the Shell would do well at the box office, and we could get more films, because Johansson deserves her own franchise. Scarlett certainly has proven to me with her role Black Widow along with starring in Lucy and now with Ghost in the Shell that she can solo lead a action film/franchise.  Unfortunately that most likely is not going to happen.  Ghost in the Shell broke even and made some money, but I doubt Paramount is going to green light a sequel.

4.25/5 Stars

7. The Exception: A great World War II drama/thriller film about the exiled German Emperor Wilhelm II played magnificently by Christopher Plummer and co-starring Jai Courtney, and Lily James.

4.5/5 Stars

6. The Red Turtle: All your should need to know about The Red Turtle to see the film is to watch the above trailer and know that it was made by Studio Ghibli the same company that made Castle in the Sky, Spirited Away, and Kiki’s Delivery Service.  The Red Turtle is my third favorite Studio Ghibli film behind Grave of the Fireflies and Princess Mononoke.

4.5/5 Stars

5. John Wick Chapter 2: John Wick is the best action franchise since the first three Bourne films (I try to forget about two mediocre and bad sequels), and Keanu Reeves has found the role he was perfect for and meant for.

4.75/5

4. Logan: Logan might be classified as in the superhero genre, but to be Logan is a modern western with a small dose of sci-fi/fantasy elements.  Perhaps that is one of the reason Logan separates itsself from the rest of the X-Men films and the Marvel films along with its story, themes and tone help to make like Deadpool a breath of fresh air in the superhero genre.  Then there are Hugh Jackman and Patrick Stewart.  Logan is Jackman’s last film playing Logan whom he’s played since 2000’s X-Men, and Logan is most likely Patrick Stewart’s last film playing Charles Xavior who he’s also played since the first X-Men film.  Both actors give their best performances as Logan and Xavior as perhaps the last two X-Men alive in a world where mutants are all but extinct and being hunted down.  Logan truly is one of the best superhero/comic book films to go along with the likes of Watchmen, V for Vendetta, The Dark Knight, and Wonder Woman.

4.75/5

3. Wonder Woman: Personally I don’t understand all the criticism of Man of Steel and Batman Vs. Superman, but whether you agree with the criticism of the first two films of the DC Extended Universe and the really bad Suicide Squad the DC Extended Universe needed a win more critic wise than box office wise, and WB/DC got both with the excellent Wonder Woman.

4.75/5 Stars

2. Baby Driver: Baby Driver is a masterpiece of film making and a prime example as film as art.  I have never been as much as a fan of Edgar Wright as critics and my friends have, but what Wright has film with Baby Driver is magnificent.  Baby Driver is a high octane action, drama, musical that combines the cult classic Streets of Fire with the classic Heat.  The level of detail Wright, cinematographer, and stunt coordinators went through to match every song to each scene perfectly is astonishing and wonderful experience in the theater.  The acting by Jamie Fox, Kevin Spacey, Lily James, Jon Hamm, Eiza González, and even the relative new comer Ansel Elgort whom I had never seen before did an excellent job in the film.  Baby Driver is a film to be seen over and over again to fully appreciate the how great film Baby Driver is.

5/5 Stars

1.The Lost City of Z: It was hard for me to chose between Baby Driver and The Lost City of Z, but if there is one film that is better than Baby Driver than it is the Lost City of Z.  I am a sucker for historical films and especially ones about topics I know nothing or very little about.  Before seeing the trailer for The Lost City of Z I had never heard of Percy Fawcett (Played exceptionally well by Charlie Hunnam) the famous explorer and his disappearance in the Amazon.  The film is based on the non-fiction book of the same name and by David Grann which goes into Fawcett’s life and his disappearance as well as investigating the so called Lost city of Z.  The book is really good, and while Grann’s novel has garnered high praise, Grann has faced some criticism in his view of Fawcett and his exploits as an explorer.

Let us move onto the film itself directed by James Gray.  Gray’s The Lost City of Z has an old school Hollywood of the 40’s, 50’s, 60’s, and 70’s with the detailed story telling, themes, score, and cinematography.  As I said above Charlie Hunnam was fantastic as Fawcett bringing to life Fawcett’s love for adventure and his blinding obsession in finding his city of Zed.  Charlie Huunam is supported by Robert Pattinsion who in recent years has finally come into his own since leaving the bad Twilight franchise high praised performances in Cosmopolis and The Rover, and continues here in The Lost City of Z as Henry Costin, Fawcett’s right hand man and good friend.  Like Baby Driver the Lost Citye of Z is a film that should not be missed and seen more than once.

Films I have not seen yet, but want to: Beauty and the Beast, The Lego Batman Movie, Get Out, Life, Colossal, Alien: Covenant, and Megan Leavey.

The 10 Most Anticipated Films for the Second Half of 2017

1. Blade Runner 2049 2. Dunkirk 3. Star Wars: The Last Jedi 4. Wind River 5. Valerian and the City of a Thousand Planets 6. The Snowman  7. Justice League  8. Goodbye Christopher Robin 9. American Assassin 10. Greatest Showman