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Just Like Family pt 4 ~ Harry Styles

In which she’s avoiding him

Warnings: none :)

Word Count: 3.2k

A/n: Yay! Surprised you all didn't I? Well, honestly surprised myself too. Anyway, this is the last part to ‘Just Like Family’, even though I took my fair time I enjoyed writing this so much! From the bottom of my heart, thank you all and happy reading!

Pt1 Pt2 Pt3

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Y/n was completely shattered, her posture was slumped and her eyes were lost, her walking seemed vague and everything felt tasteless. Her heart swelled with pain and she no longer felt like reading or being her usual self.

Y/n was heartbroken to say the least.

Not only did she felt so much pain, but deep down she knew she was a moron and this was her price to pay. Once again, Y/n had let her fantasies get to her head, ideas of what-ifs and scenes taken from the many books and movies she had read and watched. The truth is, reality sucked. A hell lot.

How could she lie to herself so much? Dear God, how could she have believed that? No way in earth would Harry freaking Styles want to be her boyfriend-- her friend even -- but she had had reused to think otherwise and here she was.

At the end of the day, everything was as clear as water. Olympic Gods like Harry are meant to date Olympic Goddess like Sofia.

Sofia.

No matter how hard Y/n tried, her name would never sound hateful to Y/n. Besides, it was not Sofia’s fault Y/n had this nerve-wreaking crush on a boy for more than two years. But it would have been so much easier if Y/n hated her, blamed Sofia for her own stupidity and tried to move on.

Now, that seemed impossible. It was like every turned she made Harry was there waiting for her, to talk or ask her if she was fine. Y/n tried her best to avoid him, avoid the look on his eyes -- amazed and so in-love -- as he looked at Sofia, they fingers intertwined. Every little step Y/n made further, would take a single glance at them to push her two steps behind.

Three weeks since Harry and Sofia got back together and Y/n felt more broken than ever.

“Hey, Y/n?” Tracy waved her hand in-front of Y/n trying to gain her friend’s attention. She placed her fork back down and sighed, “Y/n, when are you going to be okay?”

Y/n felt guilt rushing through her veins, the sadness in Tracy’s eyes was so genuine she almost forgot about Harry for a second. Almost. Then he came rushing back in and Y/n could see herself hiding further behind her lunchbox.

“I’m trying Tracy...” Y/n’s sight was lost between the head of students. “It’s just harder than I thought” She was lying, Y/n wasn’t trying at all, she had given up two heartbreaks ago. She glanced back at Tracy, her friend was looking at her helplessly, Tracy’s eyes eyed her up and down as if she was trying to figure something out.

“I know, Y/n. I just wish you could see...”, Tracy turn her head around and allowed herself a small glimpse towards the table full of boys, “There’s plenty of fish in the sea, and you are such a pretty girl. It wouldn't be a surprise if a couple of boys liked you”.

Was she really pretty? Not like Sofia, at least.

Y/n sighed trying to clear her mind from those negative thoughts that would only ever bring her down, it was just that it was getting harder to get away from those thoughts when it seemed like it was the only thing she could think of. “I know, but... they are not like Harry.”

And it was true. They were not like Harry and they would never be. Harry could simply walk by and take her breath away, literally. He mesmerised her in every way possible, making her get lost in seas of green and memorising the way that rebel curl would differ itself from the other locks. The way his smiled shined and how the only sound she wanted to hear in repeat was his rough laugh.

Tracy wished she could understand her, she supported Y/n at least, but it was so difficult for Tracy to comprehend how someone could have such a strong crush. She knew Y/n wasn't lying, it was obvious by the way her friend’s cheeks would redden and how she stumbled on her words as she tried to express herself to Harry. But Tracy couldn’t believe how a feeling could be so intense, no boy had ever made Y/n feel this way.

Y/n was lost in Harry Styles’ spell and it seemed like she wasn’t going to get better anytime soon.

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Y/n L/n, Y/n, L/n, Y/n L/n... Y/N L/N!

Harry couldn't get her out of his mind, she was like a catchy song that would keep on playing on repeat until it became so tedious he had to find another one to fill in. The thing is, Sofia didn't seem to be doing the job just right.

Everything, somehow, had its way to connecting him back to Y/n, it wouldn't be as bad if she wasn't avoiding him. It started to seem as if the were playing cat and mice, and Y/n was a pretty good mice.

What had he done?

He asked himself the same question over and over. Harry knew he had done something wrong, he could see it in the way her eyes would get lost with pain, how she walked with no direction in particular, her back hunched down and her shoulders fallen.

Harry began thinking some girls were messing with her? He had noticed the way Y/n would look at her feet as soon as Sofia’s group passed by. If that was the case he would have a long talk with Sofia.

Regardless of what it was, something was bothering Y/n, and that seemed to bother him too. He had noticed this pattern a few weeks ago, somehow it was as if his and Y/n’s emotions were in some way connected. Y/n would feel angry, Harry would feel angry; Y/n felt happy, Harry felt happy; Y/n was confused, Harry was confused.

That’s probably the reason Harry was certain Y/n was feeling an enormous amount of pain. Because he was too. His chest felt empty and his stomach bloated, his mindset was completely lost and out of control and there was a certain swelling in his heart that would make his eyes prick annoyingly.

Whatever was going on, he had to fix it as soon as posible. For both their sakes.

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They were terrible terrible news.

How on earth was Y/n going to survive a second dinner with Harry by her side? She had barely survived last one and they weren't even friends, now, she was actually avoiding him and his weird questioning look. There was no way she was going to get away this time.

No way.

That’s what scared her, she barely had enough strength in herself to keep avoiding Harry. Oh god, how many times had she desired to run back to Harry’s opened arms. She knew well enough that the second she came back to him, Harry would be pleased as ever to have his friend back, maybe she wouldn't have to answer any questions and he would let himself live with the doubt of what had her distanced so much from him.

It seemed easier in a way. But she couldn't keep hurting herself in this absurd way, because at the end of the day, what did she win? Maybe third-wheeling with Harry and Sofia? That sounded awfully fun.

She had finally settled her mind in getting over her stupid crush on Harry, and her mother had come to ruin her plan.

With everything going around, Y/n had almost forgotten about the fact that her brother was dating Harry’s sister. That seemed to be the key problem that prevented her from achieving her goal. Well, that and the significant pair of green eyes.

Her hands were sweaty, extremely sweaty, she kept rubbing them on her jeans as she looked at herself in the mirror. Y/n didn't feel pretty. In fact, she felt awkward --her back hunched down, a rebellious straw of hair standing out and a smile that felt way too tight and fake. She thought that maybe she could come up with an excuse, say that Tracy needed her help or that an emergency had come up and avoid the night altogether.

But it was too late, and besides, when had she become so self-concerned?

“Y/n!”, her mom called, “the Styles are here! Come down, honey!”

That was her cue, and oh god how much had she wished it wasn’t.

“There she is!”, Y/n could barely hear anything as she descended, the stairs felt like they were moving and her grip on the railing was definitely not a soft one. She kept feeling her heart throbbing on her throat and an intense panic.

“Oh, look how beautiful you are!” she finally raised her head to catch Anne wrapping her tight in a warm hug, standing to the side both Gemma and Mason watched Y/n with a pleasant smile.

“Mom, let Y/n breathe, you are going to suffocate her”, it was funny how his voice would probably be the reason for Y/n’s suffocation given that her breathing seemed to stop every time he’s near.

“Oh, Harry, dear” Anne gave Y/n a final squeeze before setting her free, “you know how I am.” Everyone but Y/n laughed at this and soon enough Harry was approaching her too.

“Hello”, he said with probably the warmest of smiles as he leaned in to give her a quick hug, “how are you?”

“Great”, Y/n answered as they parted. The strange thing of it all was that it was the longest conversation they’ve had in weeks, well, of course it was given that Y/n’s had been avoiding Harry like a pro.

“Dinner is ready!”, Y/n’s father called followed by Robin as he held a big plate full of pasta. Chairs and plates were moved and soon enough everyone had sat down, Y/n had been oh so deeply blessed to have Harry right in front of her. Great. Now there was no way she could avoid interaction.

Fortunately, most of the dinner was focused on political matters, jobs and the two oldest children. Y/n’s dad had done a great job with the pasta, it was soft yet not overcooked, the salsa had just the right amount of spice, and a spoonful of pasta was enough to warm Y/n’s insides. She though that maybe, she could keep her head hung low and focus on eating.

Y/n wasn't oblivious to the fact that Harry’s eyes were stuck on her, what was he even doing? Examining her every move? The thought did break a sweat on her back neck.

“Y/n? How about you?”, suddenly every pair of eyes was on her and she felt like breaking into a run and completely dipping dinner. Anne was talking to her, what about? That, she didn't know.

She gulped down the pasta and cleaned her mouth with her fist, “hmm?”

Anne laughed kind-heartedly, “I asked you if you had a boyfriend?” That took Y/n completely by surprise, so much she coughed a few times as if trying to realise if Anne was in any sort of way joking.

Everyone looked at her expectantly.

She inhaled a huge lump of air. Where they for real, now? She tried to remember when did the once calm conversation took that unexpected turn. No way in hell was she answering that in front of everyone, in front of Harry. Oh how awkward!

Of course Harry already knew the answer. Y/n was as single as anybody could be. After all, who would want to date someone like her? Harry would most definitely not want to.

“I– em–”, she brought her hand to her throat that still hurled from the recent cough, “a boyfriend?”

That sent everyone into a fist of laughter. How dare they make fun of her? Y/n felt humiliated and dumb, ugly even. Everything was turning out so wrong, just like she predicted. How dare they make fun of her when she was the one who didn’t want to be here in the first place? She felt tears prickling her eyes.

“I’ll take that as a no”, Anne finally said, “I’m glad Harry isn’t the only one, then”

This made Y/n frown. Harry was not single. He was dating Sofia. Everyone knew that, they were together everywhere, held hands in the hallways, whispered things in each other’s ears, made out in classrooms.

Y/n had tried not to pay attention to it, but it was almost impossible given that it was the only thing the school could talk about.

How was Anne not aware of such thing? It was wrong, Y/n knew it was wrong, but it boiled her blood and raged her body. How had Harry not said anything? She had to suffer watching them everyday and he didn't even dare to tell his mother.

Y/n knew it wasn't her place, but it would feel good. Just a little bit of revenge.

“But Anne...”, she sounded confused, the right touch of innocence, “Harry is dating Sofia. They got back together weeks ago.”

Oh, how the tables had turned. Everyone was silent. Anne looked at her son confused, unsure as to why he would keep that a secret from her. And Y/n’s mother watched her daughter with uncertainty, why would she say that?

But Y/n didn’t feel bad at all, they all had mocked her, laughed at her and her absurdness. Why was it so wrong to fight back?

And then she looked at him. His eyes were fixed on her, a prominent frown on his face and a sad glow on his green eyes. Harry looked at her, up and down, trying to figure why in the world would she betray him. And that was enough to break something inside Y/n’s chest.

But it wasn't her heart. This time it was her pride and her morals that knew what was right and what was wrong.

And what she had done was completely wrong and out of place.

She had overstepped her boundaries and by doing so she had hurt someone she cared about. Someone she loved. And there weren't enough words to describe how much to pained her.

“Harry?”, Anne asked in a whisper.

It was all too much, too much for Y/n to handle and she could feel her cool crumbling down.

“I-”, Harry looked at his mother and then turned back to Y/n, “Why?”

Why?

Why had she said that? Why did she have to be so jealous and angry? Why did she have to love Harry? Why did it have to hurt so much?

Y/n once heard that love makes one blind. Right now, she could confirmed it.

“I... don’t know”, a single tear rolled down her cheek, “I’m sorry”

In a moment Y/n had stood up and hurried away from the table, a slam echoing through the house as she ran away.

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Y/n was cold, her hands rubbing her bare arms due to the fact that in the hurry she hadn’t been able to grab a coat. It was dark, and single cars passed every minute or so through the otherwise empty street.

Now, long gone from the heat of the moment, she felt stupid. Everything. The way she acted, how she reacted, and the fact that she had runaway.

How embarrassing.

How was she able to go back to school on Monday? Go back home, even? There was no way. No way at all. She could take in the cold and stay here on the bench forever.

“Y/n?”

Y/n’s heart completely stopped for what felt like the third time in the night. No no no. She didn't need Harry right now, in fact, she needed to stay as far from him as possible.

Yet, why did it feel so right when she was near him? So mind-numbing? His eyes, his tugged smile, everything about him made Y/n want to open her arms and throw herself towards him.

Y/n looked up at him, remained quiet, and looked back down embracing her legs with both her arms as she rested her head on her knees. Harry watched her for a while, taking in the way she glowed with the light of the moon and the tear-stained cheeks, then, he walked towards her and sat in silence next to her.

The silence was comforting.

Even though both of them where well aware that there were many things to be talked and explained, they remained in silence, absorbing their surrounding and silently enjoying the peacefulness of each other’s company.

A fresh breeze touched their skins and Y/n gritted her teeth. Without second thought, Harry took off his jacket and placed it over her shoulders. His scent was reassuring, a hint of roses and rusty smoke. She wanted to remember it forever, engrave it on her mind for when he’s long gone and only her dreams keep her awake.

Surprisingly so, Y/n was the first one to talk.

“I’m sorry.” Her voice came out raspy yet with her usual softness. She looked at Harry straight in the eye, catching the way his green orbits moved from side to side examining every inch of her face.

He shook his head with a faint smile, “forget about it, Y/n. Everything's okay.” She nodded, and a faded gasp falling from her lips when Harry intertwined his fingers with her. They were warm, his hold gentle and in a strange way soothing.

“Y/n, me and Sofia aren’t dating. I know we were back together for sometime, but we weren't working, mostly because I lost interest on her a long time ago.” Y/n didn't know why, but it didn't surprise her at all, or concern her for the matter. It was simply okay.

Slowly, their surrounding began to blur away, and in a moment they were all alone. Two lonely hearts staring at one another.

“May I ask, why did you tell my mother?”, Harry’s hot breath reached Y/n’s lips. She breathed in, suddenly realising how close they both were, their noses barely inches apart.

“Because I love you. And that makes me selfish.”

The words rolled through her tongue without warning whatsoever, and before she could retract herself, Harry caught her lips.

His thumb rubbed her tinted cheeks and Y/n could feel herself loosing her mind slowly. The kiss was so much more than she had ever imagined. It was snug and warm, their soft lips against one another as it magically started heating their insides until the only remnant of the cold where the tips of their noses. The feeling was so incredibly heart fluttering, it made Y/n stomach twist and turn with excitement.

She let her hands roam through his hair, hooking her fingers on one of his curls and tug it softly. That made Harry react with a low moan, bringing Y/n closer until their noses brushed against each other.

When they finally pulled apart and Harry rested his forehead on hers, she smiled, a bright full smile that Harry hadn't seen in so long.

“I’m glad mom made me attend dinner”, Y/n said.

“I’m glad our siblings started dating.”

Y/n nodded, leaving one last tender kiss on his lips. After all, Y/n L/n and Harry Styles were just like family.

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Okay, that’s it, I finished just as I promised, I hope you all enjoyed this mini series as much as I did. Love you all!

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Hey! How are you guys? I’m sorry I’ve been MIA for the last couple of weeks, I’m pretty sure I’m back. Anyways, I’m almost done with a writing and it’ll be up soon, hopefully this week but I’m afraid to make promises. Be sure to leave me any type of message (about your life, etc.) in my inbox, I would love talking with you guys!!

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niall-the-churchboy · 4 years

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Just Like Family pt3 ~Harry Styles

In which he breaks her heart.

Warnings: Swearing?

Word Count: 2.7k

A/n: Here’s part three, I honestly thought I could end it here but as I was writing it I knew I at least needed a new part. Anyway, I hope you all enjoy and thank you for all the support! Happy reading!

Pt 1 Pt2

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“Ugh, I feel like such a moron”, Y/n buried her face on a pillow as she laid down on her bed, Tracy’s face big on her computer screen.

Y/n had ruined it once again, it had to be illegal to be so awkward, she quite literally pushed him out of her house! Oh no... Harry’s confused expression was engraved in her head forever, his pinpoint onyx black pupils stared at her; his cheeks flushed with embarrassment asking himself what he had done wrong?, his big frame leaning down with sadness because once again she was pushing him out. This was terrible, might as well have the earth swallow her.

A frustrated sigh slipped out of her lips as she sat back straight, “Tracy? Why aren’t you assuring me that everything will be okay?”

Tracy rubbed her face with her hands and Y/n suddenly remembered that the clock was about to strike midnight, “Well, do you want me to lie?” Hearing Tracy’s teasing words only made Y/n sink further between her covers -- she had really, really fucked it up.

“Tracy, what in the world am I going to do?”, her voice sounded exasperated and she felt an anxious tangle forming at the pit of her stomach. This was truly her biggest nightmare -- at least it felt like it.

“Well, maybe start by telling me why you pushed him away”, the slumber in Tracy’s voice was clear, but if Y/n needed help she would stay up all night trying to calm her down and give her a new perspective. After all, that's what best friends are for and Y/n had done far more extreme things for Tracy.

Y/n reflected on the question, why had she pushed him away? Now, the whole scene seemed like it had happened days ago and as she tried to remember everything became blurry. But one feeling was clear, it would release a tickling sensation all over Y/n’s stomach, make her heart swell with giddiness, and she would simply feel content -- happy even. Why did Harry trigger these sensations in her body? That she didn’t know, but it sure scared Y/n to her core. He could laugh and it would replay constantly in her mind, wanting to hear it every second of every day; he smiled, dimples forming at the sides of his rosy lips, and the visuals would engrave in her mind; he could simply stare at her, those forest green eyes that loved to shine endlessly and were like urgent hands that pulled you in to never let go, the thing is Y/n didn't want to go anyway.

“I - ”, Y/n’s voice cracked, “I don’t know... He just looks at me and it feels like - like everything else disappears”, she tried to explain without thinking about it as much given that she felt tears prickling in her eyes. “It’s just me lost inside his eyes, and I know - I know that I should pull away but I just can’t”, Y/n hated the way she sounded, with all this weird feelings that were cheesy and childish, “and I think I don’t want to pull away either.”

This was a problem -- not being able to control her emotions -- she knew that if he wanted she would surrender to his feet, melt in his stare until she was nothing but a dirty puddle at the corner of the street.

“And you’re scared?”, it was more of a confirmation than a question, but Y/n nodded anyway, “scared of what? Your feelings?”

“Of everything, tracy”, Y/n tried to gulp down a knot that had formed in between her throat, “of what he can do to me, of the way butterflies come alive when I see him, of how my heart skips a beat when he talks to me and how my legs shake even though I try to keep them as still so he won’t notice.” deep down she knew it was a matter of time until she lost her own battle against her heart’s wish.

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Y/n had barely slept at all, she kept falling into a dreamy state where she hallucinated chasing down a beautiful green-eyed bunny through the woods, eventually losing herself in-between branches and leaves with the dim light of moon above her, only to jolt awake and find herself in her room once again. After the third time the dream began tedious, her mind playing repetitive games on her, so she decided to stay awake until her alarm went off.

Entering through the school’s glass doors she frowned when Tracy practically yanked her out of the hall and into the bathroom, not even giving her time to greet her. “Wha - ?!”

“Shh”, Tracy placed a finger against Y/n’s lips, her eyes looked nervous and her lips were pressed in a thin line. She closed the door and sighed, “don't talk, we’re staying here.”

“What? Why? No”, Y/n protested hosting her backpack higher on her shoulders before trying to push Tracy out of the door, eventually giving up, “Tracy, I’m serious. I have History in the first period and you know how Mr. Hanks hates when his students come late to class.” Tracy shook her head already decided to hide whatever she thought needed to be hidden, Y/n sighed tiredly. “At least tell me what’s going on? What are we hiding from?”

“I can’t, I need to -”, Tracy was pushed to the side, eventually forcing her to move from the way given that people outside wanted to enter the bathroom. They were two girls from their grade that smiled sweetly at both Tracy and Y/n before walking to the sink and fixing their hair. Y/n observed how Tracy’s eyes would skip between hers to the girls back, a tense look on her face and her shoulders straighter than usual.

Y/n had begun to grow suspicious when one of the girls gossiped with the other, “Did you see how Harry kissed Sofia? Ugh. They are so cute! I can only wish to have a boyfriend like Styles.”

Tracy’s eyes grew huge and Y/n could almost feel her heart breaking into two pieces, her hands falling to her sides as a helpless gasp escaped her lips.

“I know, right? But they are totally getting detention after locking themselves inside a classroom”, the other one replied completely oblivious to Tracy and Y/n behind her.

Y/n’s breath started to hitch and the bathroom seemed to be shrinking. She had to get out of there, fast. She pushed the door opening, Tracy not even daring to stop her, and as she walked with quick steps to her locker she felt the itching in her eyes, the anguish knotting up on her throat and the impossible task to breathe.

Her hands shook uncontrollably as she tried to open her locker, but then she realised her head was so messed up she was putting the wrong numbers. An exasperated groan escaped between her teeth as she forcefully tried to open her stupid locker, throwing her books inside when it finally opened. She could squeeze herself in, bring her legs to her chest and lock herself in, it seemed like the best way to avoid the blurry tears that were already forming in her eyes, the hard pain in her upper chest and the feeling of emptiness in her stomach.

She had let herself be fooled again, and even though she was sure to be trying everything in her power to avoid a situation like this, here she was with a broken heart that she would have to fix again piece by piece, little by little. The worst part was that she didn’t even regret it, she would do it ten times again if it meant to have Harry by her side, laughing at her dumb jokes and implying if she wanted to be his friend.

Friend. Even the word felt bittersweet, but it was greater than what Y/n thought Harry and her could ever achieve.

That’s a lie, she squeezed her eyes shut because she knew fairly well she was lying. She lived in daydreams where her and Harry would share kisses on cheeks; cheesy pet names; warm embraces that would be ten times as efficient than a thick sweater; where he would come looking for her and kiss the tip of her nose; she’d imagined his arms warped around her when she laid in bed with soft sobs coming from her mouth and a runny nose. She lived in a dream created by no other but herself, and she wished, wished hard that she was the one kissing his soft lips instead of Sofia.

“To my office, now!” the principal’s harsh voice could be heard through the hall, and the cheers and jokes were inevitably loud too. The white-haired man walked next to Y/n with a dead look in his face, both Sofia and Harry following close behind. His eyes had a tint of mischief in them and his lips were surely red and swollen, he was able to catch Y/n red eyes for a mere second before she turned around and hid her face in her locker. Only when a tear damped her blue sweater did she notice she was crying.

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The day passed slowly, every second feeling longer than the one before and the constant reminder to pay attention from professors. Y/n wanted to tell them she was trying -- harder than anyone, really -- but her head and her heart were not coping at all.

Avoiding Harry seemed harder than ever, it seemed that every turn she made he would be there walking by or chatting with a friend. His arrogant ass was able to leave the office with just a warning -- perk of being the school’s it boy -- and he was quick to joke with his friends about the whole situation. However, every time he locked eyes with her -- obviously just for a split moment before she practically ran away -- his whole expression would change to one Y/n wasn't sure what they expressed.

Her eyes stayed puffy and red for the whole day, and when friends and classmates asked if something was wrong, she would just shake her head with a fake smile and keep her head low. By the end of the day Tracy was trying to convince her to go out for coffee, maybe bake some cookies and eat them as they watched an episode of whatever Y/n was feeling like watching, but all Y/n really wanted to do was crawl back to bed and sleep for days.

“Y/n? I saw you crying -”, his voice stung and all she could really do was close her eyes and try to drown it out.

“Please, Harry, if you really want to help you should leave”, Tracy said before he could place a warm hand on Y/n shoulder. Tracy’s voice was cold and almost disapproving, but she had to do it for Y/n’s sake. Harry frowned, confused, but nevertheless he turned around and left.

“So, yes to the cookies?”

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Harry was confused, he didn’t know what exactly had gone wrong and why all of a sudden Y/n was completely ignoring him.

They were alright, good even, he was finally starting to grow a relationship with Y/n and that seemed to brighten his days. They were friends -- at least he thought so -- she would smile brightly at him and he would feel his stomach flutter with happiness, he’s not going to deny he practically jumped of joy when the math’s teacher put them together for the pair’s project, and it wasn't because he would avoid the older students -- he had a good relationship with them -- but because the idea of spending more time with Y/n somehow gave him hope.

Hope of what exactly? He wasn’t sure.

He was feeling confident, the sun was shining warmer and he knew the path to Y/n’s house by hard -- he enjoyed watching her go with a cheerful smile as she waved her friends goodbye --, Mrs/ L/n had brought them some god-sent sweet cookies and even though the math problems were hard, having Y/n beside him took out the boredom of the task.

They were laughing, joking even, and then, as quick as their friendship had emerged, she quite literally closed the door on his face.

Having Sofia by his side again helped drown the feeling of disappointment, by now it was almost clear Y/n didn't want him as his friend, and even though he did feel guilty for dragging Sofia into his whole emotional mess, it was the only way he knew how to cope with it. He did act abruptly, spotted Sofia with some friends and went with quick and decisive steps, then, he cupped her face with both his hands and kissed her lips. Even though he knew it was wrong, Harry was sure Sofia would take him back, and that way they would both compromise, Sofia would be with him and he would be able to distract himself from those kind eyes that literally made his world shake.

But then, he saw he cry. Her eyes were glossy and red, her mouth swollen and her nose had the tiny hint of blush that only meant she was indeed crying. Harry could barely contain himself, he wanted to run up to her and ask what was wrong, inquire who had hurt her, and try -- maybe he could -- to break a smile on her face.

He was able to leave the office with just a warning, they needed him for the Saturday’s game and a red admonition would prevent that from happening, and to say he sprinted in the search for Y/n is not enough. He crossed paths with her a few times that day, put she would quickly turn around and walk away, it was almost as if she was avoiding him, he later got his confirmation when Tracy asked him to leave.

“Please, Harry, if you really want to help you should leave”, the words stung, not because they were hard and almost angry-like, but because Y/n didn’t even dare to look at him.

And then he wished she hadn't. The next day he woke up with an encouraging feeling, he was going to talk with Y/n, but to his bad fortune, she missed school that Wednesday. He was sure something was wrong, besides, Tracy looked at him like she was containing the need to kill him. His shoulders shrunk on Thursday morning when he noticed she wasn’t there either, but then, as he was finishing lunching with Sofia by the hall, a tired figure walked through the school’s glass doors. He knew Sofia had noticed the way his posture stood straighter as he hesitated in greeting her, but it didn't matter because Y/n didn’t glance at him.

He waited until the end of the day, she was packing her things by her locker, throwing thick books inside her backpack and only one earphone in, it seemed like the perfect moment.

“Y/n?”, he approached her with hesitant steps, “Hi.” She kept on zipping her backpack and pushing the door of the locker close, she was ignoring him and each second he grew more desperate.

“Y/n, is everything okay?”, he insisted, “you seem off.” His attempts were useless, and he was about to let it go when he saw her hand fidgeting. “Y/n, please, tell me what’s wrong”, he cupped her hands and noticed how cold they were, “I just want to help. Maybe we can go finish the math project and I can try to cheer you up?”

That made her look at him, but he wished it hadn’t. Her eyes were dull and hard, a disgusted expression in her face that made him take a step back as she pulled her hands away from him. “I think it’s best if we finish it alone”, harsh, almost cruel, so different from her usual sweet and gentle voice.

She left before he had time to redeem himself, and it felt like his legs were going to give out.

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Oof it looks like Harry really fucked up. We’ll just have to wait for part numero cuatro :)

Part 4 is here

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Surprisingly so, today I have the long awaited ‘Just like Family” pt 3. The thing is there will be a pt 4

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Hey i love your tumbler

Aw thank you so much, babe.

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hi babe! can you pin your masterlist? i was just having trouble finding it haha if not it’s okay love

Omg I’m so sorry, anon. I just saw this! Here is my masterlist.. :))

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Niall and y/n get pregnant

You want a baby, baby? ~ Niall Horan

In which he wants a baby but she’s afraid he’ll replace her.

Word Count: 1.4K

Warnings: Mainly just fluff

A/n: Hi lovely anon! I’m so so sorry I took to long to write your request but my sister is leaving for college and I’ve been in a bit of a low. Hope you enjoy! Happy reading!!

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It finally seemed that after two whole years married, you had all the time in your hands to be with your husband. Sure, being quarantined wasn’t the best case scenario and you were sad that Niall had to cancel his tour but you couldn’t help but feel a little bit glad to have a much needed intimacy and privacy from all the social life with Niall.

However, with the recent news that Zayn and Gigi were expecting a baby girl the whole internet had gone crazy and fans were patiently waiting for you and Niall to announce you were expecting too. I mean, it made sense, you had been dating for more than six years and been married for two, after marriage comes the baby basket, right? And you’ve always been fond of the idea of babies, more when you imagine one with mixed features of Niall and you, but you didn’t want to jeopardise this whole spare time you had been granted with Niall. Even if it seems selfish, you were kinda afraid the baby was gonna steal Niall’s attention from you.

Unfortunately, for you, now that Niall had time to lay on the couch and relax, he came to the conclusion that something was missing in the house. What could possibly be missing? A baby. Besides, he had encouragement--and a bit of pressure too--from Maura and Bobby who called every week or so and claimed they wanted another grand-child apart from Theo.

The timing was perfect, Niall finally had time to welcome a baby, and him and Y/n had talked about raising a family in the past so why wait even more? He was growing his confidence in asking Y/n little by little, but the thought of a child running around the house, with his nose and Y/n’s beautiful eyes, was more than enough to have his heart fluttering with anticipation of a new kind of life.

Y/n noticed this, of course, Niall seemed more up-beat and enthusiastic, but the reason for it was beyond her knowledge so she just assumed he was enjoying all the free time. She did become more suspicious when Niall could barely take his hands off of her, practically clinging right behind her whenever she moved from one place of the apartment to the other. Oh, and how jealous he looked whenever Liam FaceTimed them and little bear appeared hopping behind.

It was nearing nine in the morning when he sat on the stool and watched her as she prepared herself some tea to start the day, the day before he had woken up sure to confront her about a baby but given she had felt a little bit funny all day he decided to delay his question. Now, in the middle of the shinning white kitchen, her beautiful face concentrated in the task at hand, it seemed like the perfect moment.

“Love?”, she barely raised her eyes at him, only replied with a sleepy ‘hmm?’ “I wanted to ask you something?” This captured her attention, Niall was usually the type to ask straight away and not dance around the question. Looking at him she noticed his hands were sweating.

“Yes?” her mind scavenged for what could possibly be so important it made him shift on the stool nervously and try to neat his bed hair.

“I’ve been thinking...”, he stood up and walked around the kitchen isle until he was looking down at her, “now that I have the time and everything seems more relaxed and airy...” he placed both his hands on each of her sides pulling her closer, however never enough to lose eye contact, “you know... You and me... We could maybe, start a family?”

Y/n frowned confused trying to take in what he meant, but the second everything clicked she placed a sturdy hand against his chest as she felt a weird feeling at the pit of her stomach. “You want a..., baby?” The second Niall nodded she felt the weird sensation crawling up her body, hardly giving her time to push away Niall and empty her stomach on the kitchen sink.

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Niall was sitting on the sofa, the past feeling of flutter in his heart long gone and scarcely any hope.

The second he saw Y/n’s figure contracting forward and heard her throw up, he took her hair in his hand and moved it away from her face as he rubbed her back with his other hand. He was happy he had asked, now she knew where he wanted to go, but they hadn’t talk about it after given that she still looked nauseous and dizzy and Niall was fully concerned she had caught something that may need medical treatment during such bad conditions the world was. His question was far from being answered though, and that made him surprisingly miserable.

Y/n knew that sooner or later she had to comfort Niall about the whole baby thing, she was fully aware that he was probably waiting nervously for when she’ll bring up the topic. After the day and a half, she decided she couldn’t make him wait any longer, so with hesitant steps she approached him.

A golf tournament was playing on low volume which meant he probably wasn’t paying as much attention, there was an abandoned cup of tea on the coffee table and his guitar laying on the other couch that hinted he had been playing. The second the wooden floor creaked against her foot he turned almost instantly.

“Hello, love. Are you feeling better?”, she fell next to him on the sofa and Niall brought a hand to her forehead to check if she had a fever. She nodded before nuzzling against his chest, pushing the moment she’ll have to comfort him just a bit further.

Her mind was pretty much a huge mess of tangled thoughts, with how weird she had been feeling and Niall’s prompt of wanting to have a baby, everything appeared ten times as confusing. Deep, deep down, she knew she wanted a baby too, she’d always adored babies with their tiny hand and chubby legs, but she feared that the second they’ll be expecting Niall’s attention would be jeopardise and she’ll stop being his number one.

“I just - love you...”, she sighed relieved to have Niall’s scent fill her lungs. He embraced her just as hard, kissing the top of her head before resting on it. Y/n closed her eyes, the feeling of nervousness origin once agin at the pit of her stomach, it was time to face him. “Niall...”

“Yes, princess?

“Do you really want a baby?”, he froze at her question, Niall had been sure she wasn’t going to bring the topic anytime soon after how she had reacted.

He granted himself a few seconds before answering. “Y/n, there’s nothing I wish more - well, besides having you next to me for the rest of my life”, he had parted himself from her so he could look at her right in the eye. He watched attentively as she closed her eyes and breathed deeply in and out.

“I’m just scared...”, she began, “trust me, I want a baby as much as you do, but - I don’t know... We finally have all this time for ourselves and never in my life have I had you for me for so long...”, oh how selfish she felt, it made her eyes prickle with tears, “I - I just enjoy having you all to myself and the thought of sharing you...”

Niall smiled, hardly ever Y/n was jealous, and the fact that she was afraid an unborn child might replace her made him love her harder. “Y/n..., never ever will our child make me love you any less. Even if we have thousands of babies that are far less complex than you and don’t get angry as easy will I ever replace you. You are my princess, forever will be and no one could ever change that”, he brushed off a single tear that rolled down her cheek and placed his thumb on her smooth lips.

Suddenly Y/n felt incredibly stupid for ever thinking that a baby could jeopardise Niall’s love for her, and the idea of having a baby that represented the immense love they have for each other, a mix of their features, made her heart swell with happiness.

“Good. Then this is probably a good time to tell you I think I’m pregnant...”, a shy smile drew on Y/n’s face as Niall’s expression contracted with surprise.

Even with everything going around, 2020 was going to be an amazing year.

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you had to kill me, but it killed you just the same

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Trouble Up ~ One Direction x Bestfriend!reader

In which the troublemakers cause a huge mess in the hotel and Liam must save the day

Warnings: none :)

A/n: I was feeling a little creative today and decided to write a short one shot for my favourite --and only-- series. :) This prob take place in the TMH

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As soon as Louis heard running water coming from the bathroom he hoped out of bed and lifted the mattress with Zayn’s help, Y/n opened the door widely enough as she gestured them to take it out of the room quickly. Meanwhile, Harry read a book spread on the other bed as he tried to ignored them completely and Niall watched himself eat a burrito on the mirror as he made weird faces.

“Guys, don’t tell Liam”, Y/n whispered as soon as the mattress was completely out of the room and the sound of the shower stoped abruptly. The trio shut the door and ran through the hallway pushing and pulling the mattress, Zayn and Y/n laughed--the adrenaline filling their bodies from doing antics-- and Louis just smirked mischievously when a few people opened their doors and pocked out their heads to look into the hallway. Y/n winced when she tripped over a tall crystal pot, the plant falling on the white and gold carpet as dirt scattered all over.

“Oh my god!”, she covered her mouth laughing.

“C’mon we are almost there!”, Louis encouraged as he realised Zayn began to pant. The royal stairs made out of marble became visible on the next turn they made, and even though both Zayn and Y/n were starting to get really tired they kept pushing and pulling. The mattress stumbled and demolished everything that was in the way, ceramic crockery; paintings hung on the wall; lamps on wooden counters; a complete trail of mess left behind.

By then, back at the bedroom, Liam had just gotten out of the shower--his hair damped and a t-shirt adhering to his wet torso--he frowned when he realised the trio was missing but remembered Y/n mumbling about being hungry. When he was about to fall on the bed--which he still didn’t realise was missing a mattress-- the cabled phone next to the bed began to ring.

“Hello?”, at this Harry lifted his head from the book, he was sure of what was coming next--Louis, Y/n and Zayn have a tendency of creating messes.

“Mister, am I talking with room 137?”, a panicked voice greeted Liam and his mind started to replay old deja vus.

“Yes..., is everything okay?”, Niall and Harry tried to drown their giggles, imagining what kind of messes Louis, Zayn and Y/n may have caused.

“Mister, I’m afraid everything is not okay. I’m receiving informs that three teenagers are running around with a mattress and-- OH MY GOD! THEY ARE SLIDING DOWN THE STAIRS! SOMEONE GET THEM!”, the line went blank and Liam frowned, the guys left to eat...

The moment he rested on the bed and his back met the hard board he practically flew to his feet. “Oh no! Guys! Come on!”, he started to run to the door but Niall and Harry remained on their accommodations, “why aren’t you coming?! Now!”

“What happens if I don’t?”, Niall dared to ask.

“I’ll eat you food for a whole month!” That was enough to have them both running behind Liam.

Simultaneously, a floor below, Y/n and Louis ran through the reception as two muscly bodyguards chased them, Zayn had given up and was being held by a third one who lifted him from the floor.

When Liam reached the reception to find elegant people--possible clients--gasping at the outrageous behaviour; the receptionist--a man probably in his early thirties--talking on the phone anxiously; Louis and Zayn trying to break free from the grasps of the body guards and Y/n still running; sweat began to form on the back of his neck.

The second the third Hulky man griped Y/n’s frame and lifted her from the floor, Liam turned completely on protective mode, “hands! Off her, now!” That was probably the first time his voice sounded so aggrieved, his eyes dead and a harsh look on his face, however it was enough to have the bodyguard release Y/n. “Come here”, Liam mouthed at her, and Y/n did as she was told because that was the first time such a big mess had been made and Liam might've just been able to save the day.

Zayn tried to break free once again, the tight grip on his stomach beginning to hurt, “Release them!”, Liam ordered and it made Y/n take a step back and clutch Harry’s hand at the harshness of Liam’s voice.

“But-”, the receptionists tried to intervene but his hesitation was clear.

“I don’t care. Whatever problem you have you can talk with our management, I’m sure they’ll be here any minute now”, Liam turned around the second the body guards placed Zayn and Louis to their feet and the other five followed close behind. Management was coming and it sure would be a long night.

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Hi! when are you posting 'just like family pt3?' And are there new stories you are working on? I love you blog btw

Thank you!🥰🥰🥺🥺 that makes me really happy. I’m not really sure when ‘Just like family’ pt3 is coming out because I only wrote a tiny bit and I haven't done much more than that. I have many drafts, but I’m working on a three story series from the three songs in folklore that are about a love triangle. In the series Y/n is kinda the side girl James (who will be Harry) cheated Betty with. So I’m really excited about it. I might do a little sneak peek.

But yeah, if you want to read something I posted today ‘Our Baby’ which is a one shot of Liam, so you can read that if you want to.

#anon ask #send me things #i love you guys

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I spent the whole weekend crying to folklore and I can now announce I am not okay. Guys go stream it because the album is literally perfect, it might have effects in your mental health like gloominess and remembering exes and first loves, but I’d totally recommend it. :D

Now if you excuse me I’m going to buy cardigan for the second time in iTunes.

#I am really THAT depressed #taylor swift #folklore #cardigan 1

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Our Baby ~ Liam Payne

In which she’s pregnant and he’s her best friend but he will never leave her side.

Word count: 5600

Warnings: Cursing and mentions of abandonment

A/n: This is the longest writing I’ve ever wrote, and I'm pretty happy with it. Hope you all enjoy it. In this one shot Liam has never been with Cheryl so he has never had tiny Bear.

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Y/n and Liam are inseparable and the world is well aware of this. Anywhere you see Liam in public it’s almost impossible his best friend won’t be there too--walking behind him or running a little late-- and if she’s not then something is definitely wrong. Both Liam and Y/n being celebrities, Liam a singer and Y/n a well known blogger, they always go together as each other’s plus-ones.

They were friends long before the fame, both of them living in the same block and eating together every Sunday due that their mothers still are close friends. They grew up sharing full days of laughters and goofing around--happy that they were each other’s weirdos, as their classmates liked to call them--, and after Y/n’s father abandoned her forever never saying why, Liam’s and Y/n’s relationship grew even stronger.

When Liam succeeded in the ‘x factor’ Y/n was scared he would forget about her, leave her all alone against the bullies and without a friend. She was almost sure he would, her father did so, why wouldn’t Liam? Except he didn’t. He called her every night to narrate his busy day; let her know some new things he had discussed with the boys; all the fans that would scream their names; and tell her how Louis would bugged him non-stop. And she loved it. She knew then that Liam, unlike her father, would always be there for his best friend.

And people know this, Liam has always demonstrate himself very protective over Y/n, insulting anyone who messes with her over the media and standing up for her.

After she finished high school, she took a whole fallow year before studying at college--which she drop out soon after-- and enjoyed her young adult life traveling with her best friend and his bandmates. The boys loved her being on tour, mostly because she has always been carefree and sweet --and because she loves to bake and that is a must for Niall--.

It was after tour that Liam suggested she should move in with him given that the college Y/n was applying to was close to his flat and he had a lot of extra space. Sure, as explained before, she dropped out six months later to fulfil her dreams, but they have always been comfortable with each other’s companies so Y/n never moved out. And it's been like that ever since.

Now, as she unlocks their front door, knowing exactly that Liam is waiting for her because they always stream several shows of ‘h&h’ on Friday nights, she can barely breathe. Her heart hurts and she tries to clean her face from any tear stain. Liam can't know. She’s pretty sure he’ll lose his mind and go look for Darren. Darren as in Y/n’s boyfriend -- ex now.

“Hey, love!”, Liam calls from the couch, his head perking up to have a clearer view of Y/n, “come quick! ‘say yes to the dress’ is about to start!” She just nods, taking her time to hung her coat so she can control her emotions, however Liam noticies this --Y/n loves ‘Say yes to the dress’ and normally wouldn’t let herself miss a second of the episode.

“You okay?”, he asks hesitant as she sits next to him on the couch, her posture rigid and her moves almost robotic. “Yeah”, she says trying to give out a reassuring smile, unfortunately for her it comes out more as a grimace than anything else.

The only reason for why Y/n doesn’t want Liam to know is because she is certain he’ll go look for Darren and get into a huge drama. Liam hates him --he actually told her-- something that Y/n never really understood but decided to leave it behind because it really didn't bother her as much. I mean, Darren has always been some kind of distraction --she’s not proud of this-- but in a way she believes the lack of feelings was mutual. Not now though, now she’s pregnant and Darren wants nothing to do with it.

The thought of her baby growing without a father is enough to send her back in tears as a single whimper escapes her lips, how could she let this happen? Not having a father is by far one of the worst feelings, no matter how much you go to therapy you’ll always have abandonment issues. And she doesn't want that for her baby. She has always promised this to herself, and now... she failed.

“Y/n, oh my god”, Liam reacts almost instantly cupping both sides of her face as he tries for her to look at him, “What’s wrong?” His eyes are full of concern--of sadness and confusion--and that makes Y/n cry harder, burying her face on his chest. He wraps his arms around her small back, rubbing soft circles but not pushing her because he understands quickly. She just needs to cry, she’ll explain later.

This is probably one of the things Y/n loves most about Liam, they are so in sync with each other that they instantly know what the other needs, sometimes kind reassuring words; a joke of how miserable they look; tickles even; but now, now Y/n wants just to be hold without question.

They stay like that for some good ten minutes, the lights of London’s tall buildings shining against the moon of the night, its shimmer lightening the opened flat through its wide windows, a dim light coming from a lamp shadowing Y/n figure.

“Want to tell me what’s wrong?”, Liam asks softly, brushing her hair out of her face as she parts from his chest to look up at him, her breathing finally even.

“I’m pregnant”, she says once and for all, her voice nasally. Liam freezes. Y/n bites her lip.

“Does Darren know?”, is the first thing he asks, his eyes shifting from hers to her tummy gulping as he thinks of a baby growing inside her.

Y/n nods before explaining, “I told him less than an hour ago. He broke up with me. Said I probably cheated.” Liam’s jaw tenses and his nostrils flare, Y/n noticies this and is quick to grab his hand, intertwining their fingers to prevent him from running out.

“I’m going to kill that son of a bitch”, Liam mutters under his breath as he begins to stand up.

“Don’t. Just...--please. Please stay with me”, she says with a single tear rolling down her cheek as she pulls him down again. And as much as Liam wants to physically hurt Darren, to have him plead for mercy, Y/n has always been far more important--will always be more important-- and he can tell she's scared. Of course she’s scared!, how could he think otherwise? Isn’t this Y/n’s biggest fear?

So he nods, kisses her temple and assures her everything will be okay. He mentally promises himself that he will never ever leave her side or her baby’s.

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3 months

The first three months are as easy as they can be-- sure, apart from the morning sickness which starts to become a constant alarm for both Y/n and Liam, who wakes up at the sound of her from the other room to hold her hair and stroke her back--, Liam cooks new food each day at an attempt to figure out what the baby likes and what it makes Y/n puke out her whole breakfast back to the kitchen sink. Soon he has a long list of things that have stayed just fine.

Darren is nowhere to be seen, fans and press notice this quickly and assume they’ve broke up. Nobody knows why but Y/n expects that as soon as her bump starts to become more visible, everyone will add two and two together and figure it out.

Is when Liam wakes up at dawn to find a sleepy Y/n roaming in the kitchen that the idea of a baby nearing really hits him. An unexpected warmth rushes through him as he watches her; the shirt slightly caresses the small roundness of her lower stomach, her hair is messily brushed to the side and her thumb is pressed against her lips. He doesn't even realise he has wrapped his arms around her until she leans against his chest, and it’s performed with such casualty that none of them grow uncomfortable with this new proximity.

And it’s not until morning that Liam finds himself missing that type of intimacy between them, an intimacy that had never happened before. Liam is no stranger to the heart-swelling feeling Y/n always triggers in him, but he has always stayed quiet, he is sure the feeling is one-sided.

After all, why would friendly Y/n, who has better humour than Louis Tomlinson himself and is loved by almost everyone would even take a glance at him? He knows it’s a miracle itself that she even is his best friend, and he thanks whatever force above him decided to grow them so close.

“Good morning”, she says with a sleepy voice as she exits his room --after some cookies and a warm glass of milk Liam had pursue her to sleep again, however she claimed that she would only do so if he slept next to her--, she plops on the couch next to him and rests her head on Liam’s lap.

“Good morning”, he answers brushing her hair with his fingertips, she hums content at his warm touch, “slept okay?”

“Slept tight and cozy”, she wraps her arms around his waist and squishes her head closer to him, “I love you, Liam.” His heart begins to beat faster and he feels his hand begin to sweat but he orders himself to calm down and just before she can drift to sleep again, he answers, “I love you too.”

If she only knew to what extent he meant it.

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5 months

After that night a new sort of routine was suddenly created. Weather Y/n goes to Liam’s room or viceversa, one of them always ends up curled in the other’s arms. Y/n finds it comforting, she always appreciates having Liam close to her, and now with the pregnancy hormones and all, she’s emotionally wrecked. And Liam..., well, Liam has to sing to himself the bible three times before eventually drifting to a soundless sleep.

“Liam!”, Y/n puts on one of the coats that hung in the wall next to the front door. December is slowly approaching and with it the steaming cups of hot chocolate and the fuzzy blankets. Y/n loves winter.

“What?! What is it?! Is everything o--”, Liam practically runs to her side from the other corner of the apartment, his eyes flushed with concern and fear. “What’s wrong.” He begins lifting her arms and touching her five month swollen belly, not waiting for Y/n to answer as he begins examining her to find where she’s hurt.

“Jeez, relax. I’m fine”, she looks at him with a funny smile on her face, “I need to go for the monthly check up, I’ll be back in an hour or so.”

“What? No, no way you’re going alone”, even with the her coffee brown coat on, a sweater underneath and loose jeans tucked inside heel-boots, her belly is swollen enough that once she’s outside the word is gonna spread. And once the word spreads..., “Paparazzi are gonna follow you everywhere the second a picture is uploaded into the internet, it’s dangerous”, Liam tries to reason with her.

“But I’ll go in a car--.”

“So? They can still follow you! I’m going with you”, he decides putting his coat on and kicking in some shoes that were laying on the floor, he grabs a beanie by the counter next to Y/n and places it in her head, “There, now you’ll stay warm.”

Y/n is about to complain --she has coats of clothes on!-- but she knows arguing won’t be worth it and she’s already running late for the appointment. Deciding to let it be she grabs the keys and opens the door.

As soon as they reach the hospital a picture of both Y/n and Liam has been leaked. In the ten-minute drive towards the hospital Y/n barely had time to see all the twitter notifications she was tagged in.

‘Y/n L/n is pregnant?’

‘Woah, when did this happen?’

‘You guys, I think this is why @Y/T/N isn’t with Darren anymore...’

The picture was clear, taken from a sideways angle where both you and Liam got in his car. He was opening the door for you, as you slightly touched your belly.

‘If my guy best friend doesn’t do this for me then I don’t want him’ this particular comment made Y/n smile, intertwine her fingers with his giving them a gentle squeeze. She knows that even if Liam can be super annoying sometimes, he’s just trying to protect her.

They sit at the waiting room, Y/n’s legs shaking up and down as she bites her nails. Liam places a reassuring hand on her thigh and smiles sweetly at her even though he is nervous himself too. Y/n is jumpy, today her doctor is supposed to announce her the sex of her baby, --and sure, the paparazzi trying to push inside isn’t making things easier--. While Liam is a bit edgy, he’s not sure what he should do, Should he go inside the room with her? Wait outside? Flip-off the paparazzi?

The nerves tense his hand and he’s not aware of the light squeeze he’s giving Y/n’s thigh until she places her hand above his. He looks up to see her glossy eyes, she’s scared--he can tell--, so he leans his forehead to hers and brushes her hair with his fingertips. Her scent is almost blinding, perfect roses and lavender; her eyelashes that hung from her closed eyelids curled up in perfect synchrony; her cheeks suddenly rosier, a single tear falling down; the tips of their noses barely touching. Liam is sure that if he tilts his head a tiny bit he might me able to...

“Y/n L/n?”, their faces are pushed apart, the peace of the moment long gone as they watch the woman wearing a white coat take notes on her notepad. “There you are, come in!”, the doctor says cheerful.

Y/n stands up, her hand tugging Liam’s, urging him to go with her. Oh well, that was easy, Liam thinks, some of the tension suddenly gone.

The room is white and light blue, the floor tiles spotless and shiny; a blue stretcher pushed to the wall next to an ultrasound machine; a neat wooden desk and bird drawings hung on the wall. Liam realises the baby doesn’t have a nursery back at their apartment.

“Please, take a sit”, The doctor motions towards the two chair in front of her desk as she sits on her own comfortable-looking chair. “How are you Y/n? I’m assuming this is the soon-to-be father?”, Y/n’s cheeks grow incredibly hot at her doctor’s comment, unsure on how to hide the awkwardness she laughs.

“Heh, no. This is my best friend, Liam.”, he smiles at the doctor and sticks out his hand for her to shake. “And I'm fine, morning sickness ceased completely so that’s great.” The woman nods and starts typing swiftly on her computer, for a full minute and a half she stays there, eyes concentrated and a frown on her face, everything else blocked away.

“Okay, perfect. Let’s do our monthly check up, shall we?”, Y/n stands up and moves to the stretcher, lifting herself up and laying on it. She takes out her hand looking for Liam’s and in a matter of second their finger and intertwined and she sighs in relief. “Today we find the gender, are you excited?”, The doctor asks pulling a bit up Y/n’s sweater and shirt so she can apply the gel on her swollen belly.

A sudden urge to caress Y/n’s belly invades Liam but he fight is off, he’s not about to make a moron of himself in-front of a doctor! And then his eyes catch the blurry outline of the baby on the screen, followed by a ‘tum tum... tum’ sound. All he can think about is that the baby is real, he is there, right there, with legs and arms and tiny tiny finger, and a strong beating heart.

He doesn’t realise he’s crying until Y/n laughs wetly at him, tears on her eyes too as she brushes a tear off his cheek.

The doctor smiles sweetly at them before focusing the ultrasound, “are you ready to know the gender?” Y/n just nods vigorously. “She’s a girl.”

A girl. Y/n swears she has never listened such a beautiful word before, a tiny baby girl to love and protect forever. Suddenly she can't wait anymore, she want to have her baby in her arms right now, brush her hair, give her kisses and hugs, and never ever leave her all alone. She brings her hand to her stomach and caresses it, Liam finally placing a firm hand there too, because he’s filled with so much happiness right now and everything seems perfect. He kisses Y/n’s temple, catching a wink from the doctor as he inhales her sweet scent.

In that moment he swears he’ll protect his two girls until his last breath, because that’s what people should do towards the ones they love and he has never been so sure of something in his life. He loves them.

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6 Months

Liam stirs in his bed, the dim light of dawn barely passing through the window’s curtains, his head widely awake remembering scene by scene of his nightmare.

The nightmare consisted on Y/n bleeding to death, locked in a bathroom as he’s unable to break in and save her, only after she died the door opened slowly to show a lifeless Y/n --her usually rosy cheeks bloodless, her eyes cold and lacking the glow she always has, her hands laying on the floor as if they still were trying to reach the door-- the image made Liam jolt awake.

And now he’s here, unable to check if she's okay given that she’s mad at him and has closed her door --sign that she doesn’t want him near--.

Liam knows he fucked up big time, but is it really his fault? You can’t blame him for defending Y/n against the biggest asshole the world has seen --aka: Darren. It all started as they were about to have dinner when suddenly both their twitters began blowing up, Darren had the audacity to have an interview and when he was approached with the question if the baby was in fact his, he completely denied it claiming Y/n was a hoe and had cheated on him, resulting her pregnancy.

Liam wasn't the only one who completely lashed out. How dare Darren call Y/n names and point accusing fingers at her? Fans were quick to defend Y/n, but the real mess began when Liam took matters into his own hands and tweeted a very clear explanation of what had happened.

@DarrenOfficial how dare you accuse Y/n of cheating? Don’t you remember who was the one that actually cheated or do I need to remind you? And call her a ho*?! Why don't you man up and start taking some responsibility, you know damn well that baby is yours!

The tweet was deleted minutes later when Y/n began shouting at him. He understands why Y/n would be uncomfortable with the tweet, she doesn’t want Darren near her baby girl, but he just wants her to understand that he’s only trying to protect her. It wasn't the right move, he’s well aware of that, but as soon as he read hoe he began seeing red.

Removing the sheets and standing up, he decides that he can’t take it any longer. The image of Y/n’s lifeless body completely covered in blood is haunting him until a point where he is not even sure if it was a dream, so with sweaty hands and awake eyes he makes his way to Y/n’s room, opening the door slowly.

The light from the corridor brighten Y/n’s otherwise dark room, Liam sighs when he sees her sleeping soundly, it almost calms completely down his hard-beating heart. Y/n’s figure on the bed, blankets pushed to the side due to the warm temperature in the room--he was sure to turn on the heater of the house as soon as winter started--, one of her arms cupping her swollen pregnant belly while the other is neatly packed below her cheek.

Liam decides this isn’t enough, he needs to be right next to her to reassure himself she’s alright and that her baby is healthy too. He climbs to the bed, making Y/n shift at the sudden movement, he slips his feet under the thick blankets and brings her closer to his chest.

“Li?”, Y/n asks with a sleepy voice turning to face him better, “what are you doing?” “Sorry, had a nightmare. Is it okay if I sleep here?”, he waits for her to nod before scooting closer to Y/n, eventually wrapping his arm around her belly and placing his hand right where he thinks the baby is. It takes a few minutes for Y/n to finally nuzzle against his neck--probably because she’s still a bit irritated--, and that is finally enough to calm him down.

Now he knows his nightmare was only just a nightmare, that Y/n will forgive him and most importantly, that she’s safe in his arms. Both of them are safe in his arms.

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7 months

The sun is beginning to set when Y/n wakes up from a long nap. After a long day of movie marathons and homemade cupcakes --Liam learned to bake them after Y/n woke him up several nights because she had sugar cravings-- she yanked the blanket on the sofa and drifted to sleep. Now, rough and loud sound came from down the hallway, the sound of metal; furniture being moved around; and hell, even hammers.

She sits up, trying to stretch my lifting her shoulders and tilting her head down, Liam’s t-shirt barely fitting anymore.

“Liam?”, she walks towards the sound, realising it comes from the spare room in the back, “Liam, what are you doin--?” Her words are stroked with amazement, what used to be an empty white room with one of Liam’s old pianos, is now covered in baby-pink walls, two white dressers pushed to one of the sides, a nice grey loveseat, and wooden sticks coated in white laying on the middle of the room.

Liam is so focused in assembling the crib that he’s completely oblivious to Y/n’s presence. His muscled tense every time he lifts a stick, his lips pressed tightly together when he nails the pieces together, and his eyes are concentrated and serious. As soon as they catch Y/n’s the change completely.

“Y/n!”, he looks to the sides, the hammer he had at hand falling to the floor, “no! You weren’t supposed to see! I thought you were sleeping!”

She laughs at him shaking her head, “well..., you weren't exactly the definition of quiet”, she starts to walk around the room, Liam’s eyes following her every move, “but I love it!”

At this a shy smile draws on his face, placing the wood on the floor he stands up and walks towards her, “I was hoping you would. I’m still far from finishing, though, I need to buy a changer; and a bookshelf; and many, many stuffed animals.”

“Liam...”, she looks at him disapprovingly, the one look that makes him know for sure she’s about to lecture him.

“What?” Better play innocent.

“You know how I feel about you buying all this things...”, she looks around bringing her hands to her face, “I need to repay you all this.”

He wraps his arms around her and pulls her into his chest, “Y/n, please stop worrying. Let me do this one thing that makes me happy”, she looks up at him, taking in his beautiful features lighted by the golden hour.

His soft lips curved into a shy smile; the prominent, clean cut of his jaw, slightly unshaven; his furry straight brows urging Y/n to brush a finger through them; the gleaming light against his rich brown eyes; and his hair brushed to the sides, short and thick.

“Okay”, she whispers, suddenly amazed by his stunning features.

“For your baby”, he kisses the top of her head, and Y/n can only wish he had said ‘our baby’.

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8 months

Suddenly, everything is about Liam. Y/n tries to shake him off but it’s impossible, her mind always fixes on him and she can't seem to remember the days when he was just her best friend. Now, all she can think about is what if, she knows it’s not worth it--why the hell would Liam fucking Payne want to date Y/n? But every time he brushes her hair, massage her feet, she dares to think that maybe, just maybe, Liam likes her back.

A crush. Hell, Y/n doesn't remember the last time she had feelings for someone--if she ever had-- and the weird feeling that spreads from her stomach all to her heart seems to never stop. And her baby kicks, she kicks so hard every time Liam approaches or talks, almost as if she wanted to let Y/n know she likes Liam too. After all, who wouldn't like him?

“Hello, love”, he falls onto the couch next to her, Y/n’s feet resting on the coffee table in front, “how are you feeling?” He reaches a hand to her stomach, placing it where he knows the baby always kicks, and soon enough he’s rubbing it making Y/n heart clench and her cheeks flush.

“Fat. But overall, okay”, she brushes down his hair when he rest his head on her stomach, a smile drawing on his lips when the baby kicks, “I was thinking of baby names. I have a few in mind.”

When he hears this his eyes shine, sitting straight again and cupping her hands on his, “Can I help? I want to help! I believe I made a list a few years ago, it must be somewhere.”

Y/n laughs shaking her head, only Liam would make a list full of baby names prior to actually having a baby. “A list? I suppose it could come in handy.” That's enough to have him rushing to his bedroom, the sound of drawers being opened and close as he tosses thing on the floor.

“HERE!”, he chants running back, a proud look on his face.

“Mhm...”, she takes the list from his hand, a crumpled paper with messy handwriting on it, “let’s see.”

“Claire-- no; Bella--too generic; Ryley...-- Liam, where do you get this names from?”, Y/n stops reading, giving the list back to him.

“What? You don’t like them?”

“No... They are not bad, but they are too simple”, she rubs her forehead. Y/n always hated choosing names for things, from a good username, to naming a pet, and now choosing a special name for her baby.

“So what? You want to give your baby a strange, exotic name? She’s gonna be bullied!”, Liam is a bit offended, he personally thinks those names are perfect.

Y/n brings a hand to her belly, suddenly believing that randomising a name wouldn't be that bad, she might get a horrible one but it would get the job done. “It depends! It's not like I’m thinking on naming her ‘Bear’ or something.”

He rolls his eyes at her, “And what were you thinking?”

“Maybe Reagan, or Quinn...”

“Definitely not Reagan”, Liam objects, “If you choose Reagan she will a hundred percent turn into an antisocial person that dyes her hair burgundy and wear black.”

Y/n slaps playfully at Liam, “Names don't define personalities, and besides, I’m not sure.” She stands up and walks to the window, her eyes catching the tall buildings; rain pouring down on people; umbrellas of every colour; cars and vehicles moving down the long streets of London.

“London”, she says out loud.

“I’m sorry? Couldn't hear you?”, Liam walks towards her.

“London?”, she turns towards him, a look of realisation striking him as he thinks about it, “It’s not exotic neither too generic. Besides, I think it has a nice ring to it, London L/n.”

“London..., could call her Londy for short”, Liam nods, “I like it.”

“You are not calling my child Londy.”

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Nine Months

Y/n eyes are fixed on the upcoming sunset that shines through the window, her head resting in Liam’s lap as she rubs her huge belly and tucks her swollen feet in the cushions of the sofa. There is faint music coming from the tiny speaker laying next to the television, but apart from that everything else is quiet. It has been the first hot day in a while, and the feeling of spring and runny noses can be seen everywhere, at least with Liam who can only rub his nose every minute or so.

“Do you believe in true love?”, Y/n’s question takes Liam by surprise.

“Wh-”, he clears his throat, “What do you mean?” Liam watches her sit straight, and turn to look at him, her eyes shining and her lips neatly packed in a thin line.

“If you believe in true love”, she says again, “like in actual love.”

Liam shifts uncomfortable, unsure on what he should say, “do you?”, he responds hesitant.

Y/n licks her lips, a frown forming on her face as she thinks, finally sighing before answering, “I don’t know... How do I know if I’m ever actually in love?”

Liam won't deny that Y/n’s question makes his heart clench, only wishing she loves him just like he’s in love with her. How does it feel to be in love? He only needs to look at Y/n once to know the answer. “Because when you are in love, all you can think about is that one person. You memorise everything about her, the way her eyes shine against the soft light of dawn while you talk about senseless things; or how her laugh sounds when you joke around; even how her soft skin feels against your hands. When you're in love, that person suddenly becomes your everything, you would do anything to make her feel happy and appreciated and most of all loved. Because when you look at her dead in the eye, she makes your heart skip a beat, and your stomach turn and this sudden feeling of giddiness run through your body while everything else simply disappears.”

Liam looks at Y/n and for the first time he can't seem to know what she's thinking, “that’s how you know you are in love.”

When a moment you have been waiting for a long time finally strikes, you have to make sure you are not dreaming. Liam isn’t sure he’s not dreaming, but decides to enjoy the moment when the prominent scent of Y/n reaches his nostrils, her lips soft against his, their cheeks hot. Y/n tangles her hands on Liam’s hair, and even though she has done this countless of times, right now it feels different. He feels different. A crazy feeling explodes in Y/n’s tummy, and she feels she might fly away, her legs feel wet and a sharp feeling in her back tenses her completely.

“Y/n?”, Liam parts his lips from hers, turning his head to the dark spot in the couch, “Y/n did you just-?” Y/n winces and that’s enough to confirm his question, her water just broke. Even though his head still spins from the recent kiss, he orders himself to keep calm, and run to Y/n’s room where the bag they prepared a few weeks ago is laying.

Y/n begins to pant, not because she’s in horrible pain, but because she’s completely nervous. What if something bad happens? She can’t help herself but think that she might not be strong enough. She finally lets herself calm down when she feels Liam’s lips against her forehead, a warm hand on her back as he guides her out the apartment.

The next few hours are a game where all you can do is wait, but not a second does Liam’s hand leave Y/n’s. Their grip tight, the feeling of sureness and the promise to never leave their side.

All her life Y/n has been scared of abandonment, but with Liam next to her, she knows that won't ever be possible for her. So when little baby London --wailing as she tightens her tiny fist--is pressed against Y/n’s chest, her eyes catching both Liam and Y/n who tilt their head as they smile at her, Y/n dares to say, “Look Liam. Look at our baby girl.” And all Liam can do is cry, happiness and joy erupting everywhere, because yes, its their baby girl.

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niall-the-churchboy · 4 years

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Hey guys, I’m kinda disappointed I have to write something like this in a special day like today, but we’ve gotta stop this.

Zayn can do whatever he wants, he should never be obligated to post anything. All the people who are threatening zayn and commenting things in a BLM post have zero respect for anyone. I can’t believe we had to start the trend #respectzayn for him to know we are not those people. I can’t help but understand each day more why he doesn’t want to talk about 1D, look how they treat him! So please stop, we all know Zayn is an angel and we are more than lucky to have him happy and healthy.

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niall-the-churchboy · 4 years

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honestly, FUCK 1d for even writing history.mp3 in the first place. they didn’t have to fucking talk to me like that when they were the ones who left ME. “thought we were going strong, thought we were holding on” like, bitch? i thought so too??????

#currently clowning #me: 🤡🤡🤡

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niall-the-churchboy · 4 years

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I think it’s safe to say we are all feeling ‘a little’ vulnerable today. Pulled an all-nighter just to be clowned 🤡🤡🤡🤡 But hey! we clown together. Now all we got to wait if for the page to be reloaded and pray to the gods to have the infinity mv, and the track version of teenage dirtbag. And Zayn posting obviously.

On another note, the boys’ posts including Zayn: I’VE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS ONE, TURN IT UP!!!

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Best friend reader x one direction request the reader meets a guy she likes at the boys concert and asks for some advice but they all get super overprotective instead.

Night-Out ~ One Direction

In which a guy asks Y/n out and the boys don’t like that idea.

A/n: Okay, so I changed it a bit, Y/n doesn't really ask for advice. Hope you don't mind! Happy reading <3

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“You’re up in ten, nine”, the stage producers begin a countdown as each of the boys strand straight on their platforms, “eight, seven.”

“Wish us luck, Y/n!”, Niall chants as their platforms elevate slowly.

“You never need it, I’ll be at the side watching you all!”, you shout back before your voice is no longer audible against the roaring of the crowd.

Smiling at yourself, you return to the nearest exit where your father is waiting for you, “Honey, we were supposed to go there five minutes ago”, Paul protests while escorting you to the side of the concert. “Thank you dad, now go!”, you say close to his ear. He gives you a close kiss on the cheek before running to his position on the other side of the stage.

Turning around to look at the whole stadium you smile proudly. Massive amounts of people shouting, clutching signs in their hands as they gleam with the lights of every colour above them. The loud speakers vasting the boys’ voices, the instrumental band concentrated as they move their hands in sync.

“The whole Etihad stadium, they should be proud”, you turn around to see a guy with brown hair and sweet eyes walk towards you, “Tried to get my stepsister a ticket while we are in Manchester, almost failed her.”

Instantly, the name Austin Mahone falls on your tongue. Behind him his little sister is lifted by one of the many bodyguards that surrounded the small side of the crowd given that its for celebrities.

“Well, it’s clear to say they are something else”, you answer while sticking out your hand for him to shake, “I believe this is the first time we meet, a pleasure.”

He smiles, shaking your hand lightly before turning to look at his sister singing at the top of her lungs, a t-shirt of ‘where we are tour’ clutched on her small hands.

“Couldn't wait for the boys to reach the US?”, you ask, a teasing smile on your lips. He brushes his shorts curls, his white teeth almost shining.

“Well, we came here for a family trip and all she could talk about was that the boys were gonna be here”, he explains, “I had no other option than to take her. However, now I know I did the right thing.”

“And why’s that?”

“Because if I haven't we wouldn’t had the chance to meet, don't you think?”, a weird feeling releases on your stomach as you nod at him, cheeks flushed. Suddenly you realise how unusually cute his eyes are.

“I-- well, tha--”, you stop dead in your sentence.

“Y/n! Y/N I LOVE YOU!”, a fan shouts reaching out her hands towards you.

“That’s my cue”, you smile softly at Austin.

“See ya’”

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You ruffle Niall’s hair, smiling proudly as they take off their mics and drink water. Peeking outside to the crowd I manage to look at the fans exciting the arena, faces filled with sweat and smushed signs but overall happy. Liam changes his black plain shirt for a white one that is handed to him given that Louis poured water all over him.

“You enjoyed the concert?”, Zayn asks sweetly hugging you from behind.

“Could I not?”, he laughs with you, “you guys completely killed it. This deserves a proper celebration”.

“Mhm..”, Harry tosses his locks to the side, “what were you thinking?”

“Watching ‘The Conjuring’ at the hotel?”, you suggest, a cheesy smile on your lips. One of the great things of the boys playing for the next to days in Manchester is that sleeping in the Tour Bus is not needed.

“I don't know..., a scary movie?”, Liam grimaces, a disgust look in his face.

“I vote yes!”, Louis announces happy before pumping his fist against yours.

As you are about to walk back to the small room to pick up your things and make your way to the hotel you hear someone call out for you.

“Y/n!”, both you and the boys stop on your tracks. Turning around you find yourself facing Austin, his hand neatly placed against his little sister’s. You feel the sides of your lips turning upward.

His stepsister--now with a rumble of blond locks--jumps up and down at the sight of the other five boys next to you. The boys look at you confused, but after a quick shrug they walk towards the small girl who gasps excitedly.

“Hey”, you greet Austin again, eyeing how the boys kneel to talk to the little girl and eventually take pictures with her, “are you coming tomorrow too?”, you are pretty sure the last words sounded more like a plead.

Austin smiles gratefully at your interest, “I don't think so...”, he catches your smile falling, “but hey! we can still meet in the US?”

You shake your head, a sad look on your face, “Unfortunately no. I won’t be going to the US with the boys, I have to stay in London to help my cousin with her wedding”, you explain.

“Oh, that’s too bad”, he sighs. After a pregnant pause he suggests, “Well”, he looks down at the hour in his phone, “I saw a club a few blocks from here, maybe we can go?”

You look down examining your outfit, black jeans and a scarlet shirt. “I don’t know..., I’m not really dressed to go to a club...”

“Nonsense”, he insists, “You look amazing.”

Suddenly, you feel a hand grasp your shoulder, turning around you see the five boys standing at your side. “Who looks amazing?”, Liam narrows his eyes, you feel you face grow hot.

“I- em-”, Austin looks at you with plead in his eyes, save me out, “I was just-”

“We were just talking about going to a club”, you answer, a deadpan look on your face.

Unfortunately, to your luck, you are quite familiar to the over protection your best friends present against any other boys. Liam and Zayn more than the other three, but whenever they find it amusing, Niall, Louis and sometimes even Harry hop in too. You guess tonight is one of the days given that Louis has crossed his arms and Harry stands protectively close behind you.

“She doesn’t dance”, Niall declares and you watch Austin take a step backwards.

Confusion begins to rise, “what the hell? Yes I do”, you frown.

“No you don’t, Y/n”, Zayn says and Liam squeezes your hand as if to try to make you agree with him. “Besides we are gonna watch a movie?”

“Well, yes. But we can still watch it tomorrow, don't you think”, a brittle laugh escapes your lips, suddenly the idea of going to the club tempts you even more. Austin glances at each of you unsure where he should stand.

“But I want to watch it now”, Louis complains.

“Louis, stop-- the five you, stop”, you answer with a low tone, “I am going because I want to go, and that doesn't involve any of you. I’ll be back at the hotel whenever. I’m pretty sure I am old enough to decide, okay?”, you nod at them before clutching Austins hand and dragging him towards the exit.

“I am totally deleting ‘Mmm Yeah’ from my playlist”, Liam snarks.

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You bring a mug of hot steaming chocolate to your lips before Louis lets a magazine fall in front of you as he takes the seat next to you.

“Okay...”, you frown surprised trying to break some of the tension that rotates around the whole breakfast table. Niall just rises his brows, an annoyed look in his face.

‘Y/n Higgings is Austin’s newest ‘Mmm-mmm yeah, yeah’?’ the cover of the magazine reads below a picture of you and Austin exciting the club yesterday night.

You roll your eyes, finally annoyed of the boy’s offended behaviour, “guys, please stop. You are seriously not doing all this drama for a stupid night-out.”

“If it was a stupid night-out then why did you go?”, Liam answers back tossing his toast back to his plate.

“Oh my god-!”, you sigh annoyed, “whatever, you guys are such hypocrites! You go out with girls all the time, get laid more than I could ever count, and do you see me acting all offended? Grow a little.” You stand up, deciding that you are not hungry anymore, before walking back to your room.

You understand why the boys mainly act like this because they care about you and want to protect you, but sometimes they need to back off a little bit. You can’t let them control life, that's dumb and totally not okay.

The boys turn around looking at each other, guilty and anxious looks in their faces, maybe they did took it a little far.

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