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hlficlibrary · 2 years
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✤ C A N O N ✤
A new series of posts with the top five fics of each category plus five more hidden gems from that category! Remember to leave kudos and a comment on the fics you enjoyed to show your appreciation! You can find our other recs here.
- Top 5 Canon H/L Fics -
1️⃣ And Then a Bit by @infinitelymint [E, 158k]
“We’d like to give the fans what they want.” Magee states, placing his hand on the table in front of him and leaning forward. “We want to give them Larry Stylinson.”
Or, take a parallel universe where Louis and Harry were never together, mix in a two year hiatus and an impending comeback, pour in a dash of lost fans, two tablespoons of strong friendship and a Modest! employee with a good idea. Add a squeeze of pretending to be a couple, lots of kisses and a tattoo or two. Stir. Serve: the mother of all publicity stunts.
(aka Harry and Louis fake a relationship for publicity. Eventually it becomes a lot less fake and a lot more real.)
2️⃣ To the Ends of the Earth by stylinsoncity / @aliensingucci [M, 68k]
During a yearlong hiatus, Louis visits Harry at his cabin in Idaho, where long-buried feelings ignite like the fire keeping them warm.
3️⃣ i can't breathe (without you as mine) by togetherwecouldbealright [G, 2k]
It's slightly strange that Harry doesn't recognize him, but Louis doesn't really mind because, for some reason that's a mystery to him, Harry still somehow seems to be smitten with him.
or, the one where Harry just had surgery and is at the mercy of anesthetics, and Louis is having far too much fun video taping Harry's initial reaction to seeing him.
4️⃣ burn to ash by bethaboo / @bethaboolou [E, 116k]
Harry is sitting there, so fucking casual, and Louis realizes in a split second he was not ready. When Harry walked out in Detroit and never looked back, he was a boy verging on a man, still only twenty years old, but there's a man in his place now. Hard and resolute, yes, but still, for the first time in a long time, Louis can kind of see the old Harry in him. The soft, directness of his gaze, the hesitant smile he gives to Lou, the way he wrings his ridiculously large hands in his lap.
He's a little bit the eager sixteen year old puppy dog again, his innocence and sweetness resurrected miraculously, and Louis freezes in place. He was prepared to face the asshole Harry. He was prepared to meet a whole new Harry.
Louis is not prepared to meet one of the old incarnations of Harry, and it absolutely tears him up.
Or the fic where Harry spirals out of control, the band breaks up, and then he shows back up, five years later.
5️⃣ we can take the long way home by eleadore [E, 27]
“Fertile,” Louis says, and then laughs because it sounds stupid to say out loud. He hasn’t ever really thought of himself in those terms. Baby-making terms. It’s just one of those things his body can do, like exercise, or go without tea. Doesn’t mean he will.
or,
The band takes a break. Harry and Louis come together.
- Hidden Gems -
💎 Back to How it Was by @lululawrence [NR, 52k]
Harry carefully stood up and was on his way to the window to look outside when he ran his hand through his hair, and it stopped entirely too soon.
He froze then began fervently patting all over his head. Where was his hair? He’d been growing it out for a couple of years now and it was finally almost to the length he’d had as a goal the entire time. How could it have gotten cut off overnight?
Harry rushed over to the mirror hung on the wall adjacent to the window.
Oh shit. What the hell was happening? Harry leaned closer and saw that not only was his hair cropped shorter than he’d ever wanted to go again, but it looked like he had the beginning of crow’s feet by his eyes. Those definitely weren’t there yesterday! And what happened to his tattoos? He still had some of them, like the star and the letters he’d gotten for his mum and Gemma, but most of the rest were missing and there were a few he’d never seen before instead.
What. The. Fuck.
Or the one where Harry goes to bed angry with his bandmates and wakes up in a universe where One Direction was never formed and he has to find a way back home. Home definitely has nothing to do with his best friend and bandmate, Louis. That would be ridiculous.
💎 Drifting, Weightless by @dinosaursmate [E, 41k]
“We’ve been asked to do a gig,” Niall said slowly. “Harry and Liam are completely up for it, I am too.” “Alright. What’s the catch?” Louis asked with suspicion. “It’s, um…” Niall cleared his throat. “So, Juliana was contacted by this themed cruise company, and they want us to do a four-day One Direction cruise.” The words hung in the air as Louis’ right eyebrow slowly crept up and he fixed Niall with a stare. “Absolutely not.” Louis rolled his eyes. “You’re essentially asking me to go on a working holiday with my ex. Stranded on a boat in the ocean for four days.” “Cruise ships are huge! You don’t have to see him in your down time.” --- Harry and Louis are exes with benefits until they're not, and the Mediterranean Sea might just be the perfect place to work through some unresolved issues.
💎 Blinded by the Colors by @fallinglikethis [M, 20k]
After a heated fight with Harry, a maudlin, inebriated Louis Tomlinson questions his presence in his boyfriend's life. In fact, maybe all of One Direction would be better off if Louis had never been put in the band to begin with.
He never expected to wake up in a world where that's exactly what happened.
Or an It's A Wonderful Life Au where Louis Tomlinson realizes just how important he really is.
💎 old macdonald had a farm by vintagehistories / @adoredontour [NR, 5k]
Louis is a hedgehog, Harry is a fish, Niall is a parrot, Liam is a golden retriever, and Zayn is Zayn. It’s a crazy twenty-four hours.
💎 as we move slowly by snsk / @snsknene [G, 2k]
"You know what color your wings are?" Harry asked conversationally, on his stomach at the tattoo parlor, while Louis played absentmindedly with one dangling hand and flipped through some designs.
// Alternatively: Louis grows wings. Harry is the only one who can see them.
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berrynarrybanana · 3 years
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Me and You Together
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A/N: Hello! I would like to say first of all that ^ is not my gif. I had it saved on my computer from somewhere and it just felt perfect for this. I do love my little sweet pea and frat boy Harry, but I also feel like I’ve done them dirty in this fic. I wanted to add more angst, but we all know I’m shit at that kind of stuff bc I’m soft at heart. Anywho, I really hope that you enjoy this and I just want to thank the lovely @stellarboystyles​ for putting together this little fic challenge. Congrats on 3 years babe! I hope that you like this story and that I have done this celebratory moment justice! 
Word Count: 11.9 k 
Warnings: Alcohol, smut, pining, Louis being a dickhead, a mean roommate
Trope: Best Friends to Lovers with Frat Boy Harry 
Prompt: “Just sit on my fingers. Yeah, just like that.” (this is all the way at the end tbh, just a heads up lol) 
P.s I know nothing about frat’s honestly and I just tried to avoid that the best that I could but fratboy!h lives in my mind rent free and I wanted to write it so....yeah.
September
Piper’s POV 
I rolled my head back on my neck, looking up at the ceiling as my roommate sighed. 
“Has anyone told you that you’re a selfish bitch?” Carli asked, her perfectly manicured nail resting on the cheap, wooden door of our dorm room. “I’m trying to unwind and relax after an extremely hard week and you’re ruining it for me.” 
“I live here too!” I felt my brows pull together in frustration as I adjusted my bag on my sore shoulders, shifting from foot to foot. “The least you can let me do is come in and change before you start fucking.”
“You’re killing my mood!” She groaned, holding her hand out. “Give me your fucking bag and tell me what you need.” 
“Carli-”
“Tell me what you need or I’m shutting this door in your face, I swear to god.” She snapped, her brows arching up as she wiggled her fingers at me. “You have five seconds.” 
“Fine!” I said, shrugging my bag off my tired shoulders. “I need my purse, a black t-shirt, and a jacket.” 
“Great.” 
She slammed the door in my face, flicking the lock as I brushed my hands over my face angrily. 
College was not supposed to be like this. 
The next four years of my life were meant to be spent making new friends and partaking in fun activities on campus. So far, the only person I knew was Carli and she most definitely hated my guts with a burning passion. I wasn’t sure why she hated me so much when I mainly kept to myself, hunched over my desk with headphones on for most of the night when I studied. I hardly ever talked to Carli besides the odd argument about my typing being too loud and my presence being too...obvious. I hated every second of college so far and this wasn’t helping me at all. 
I was moments away from having a breakdown, the build up creeping up my throat as I stood there in the hall, waiting for Carli as everyone else stared at my back. I tried not to let their prying eyes bother me, but I could feel the hairs standing up on the back of my neck as I crossed my arms over my chest. I tried to distract my mind, thinking about where I was going to go while Carli got her rocks off in our shared room. Maybe the library? Maybe a cafe?
Just as I started listing off cafes in my head, the door opened just a crack. 
“Here’s your stuff, don’t come home before midnight.” She stuck a hand out, her voice muffled by the door. I rolled my eyes, grabbing my things from her hands. “Bye, Pippi!”
“It’s Piper, you unbearable asshole.” I sighed, holding my stuff close to my chest as frustrated tears started to accumulate behind my eyes. “I hope you don’t have an orgasm.” 
I turned on my heels, ready to storm towards the communal bathroom so I could change and collect myself before leaving. I only made it halfway down the hall when I heard someone shouting behind me. I wasn’t sure they were actually calling out for me until I felt a hand on my shoulder. I stopped in my tracks, sniffling as I reached up to wipe at my cheeks. 
“Piper, hold on.” The girl who was calling my name stepped in front of me, letting out a shuddery breath. She only had eyeshadow on one of her perfectly shaped eyes and a makeup brush in her hand as she stopped. “I just wanted to say that I am so sorry your roommate just did that to you. You can use my room to change if you’d like? I know the communal bathroom doesn’t always offer the most privacy and my roommate is never home. I’ll stand outside and everything!” 
“You don’t have to do that.” I sniffled before offering her a forced smile. I wasn’t in the mood to deal with teasing right now. “But thank you.” 
“I insist.” Her brown eyes looked softer as she spoke, her hand falling to her side. “My name is Eleanor. I think we have Modern English together.” 
“Piper.” I said. “Are you sure you’re okay with that?” 
“Yeah.” She nodded. “I don’t mind it at all, babes.” 
Eleanor left me in her room to get dressed, politely standing outside as I collected myself. 
I took a few deep breaths, trying to compose myself as I stripped out of the blouse I had been wearing all day. I pulled my black t-shirt on, huffing when I realized that this wasn’t the one I actually needed. This one was meant for darker jeans and a pair of heeled boots. This top was meant for parties and bars, not a cafe. The criss crossed pattern was far too fancy for a late night cup of coffee and a lonely piece of cheesecake. 
When I opened the door, my old shirt bundled up in my hand, I smiled at Eleanor. 
She looked over my outfit, her eyes growing wide. 
“You look great!” She said. “Do you have plans tonight?” 
“I was just gonna go to Fitz and Co for coffee and dessert.” I gave her a nervous chuckle, clutching my old shirt in my hands. “Probably going to wander around campus after to kill time.” 
“Don’t take offense,” She gave me a sweet smile, her accent growing thicker with each word she spoke. I hadn’t noticed it all that much before when my emotions were on overdrive and my mind was swirling with anger. “But that sounds absolutely dreadful and you deserve to have a little bit of fun. It’s Friday night for fuck’s sake and we’re in Uni!”
“I don’t really know anyone on campus.” I shrugged. “I’ve not made a ton of friends yet, you know?” 
“I do, actually.” She nodded. “If I had to say, you’re the first person I’ve tried to make conversation with since I’ve been here. I’m going to a party tonight because my boyfriend’s frat is hosting it, and he’ll just text me all night if I don’t go.”
“That sounds like fun.” I said. “Thank you for helping me out and offering me your room. I really hope you have fun tonight."
“Why don’t you come with me?” She asked. “I know frat parties sound horrible after all the stuff you see in films, and a lot of them are pretty shit, but I would love to have a drinking buddy.” 
“I don’t want to impose.” I said. “I’m sure you want to spend time with your boyfriend.”
“Nonsense, he sees me everyday.” She shook her head. “I would love to have someone to chat with that isn’t one of his football friends from back home.” 
“Um, okay.’” I shrugged. “I guess that’s not too horrible and I kind of owe you one.”
“You won’t regret it.” 
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“So the house shouldn’t be too crowded.” Eleanor pulled her flannel tighter around her body, hunching over as the wind whipped around us. “A few of the guys are still out getting alcohol and people aren’t supposed to start showing up for another hour at least.”
“That’s good.” I nodded. “So why did you decide to come to school here?”
“Louis.” She said. “I couldn’t stomach the idea of being away from Lou and there are so many opportunities in America for both of us. He’s here on a footie scholarship and I’m here on a performing arts scholarship.”
“That’s really cool!” I exclaimed, my eyebrows raising up. “I didn’t peg you for a theatre nerd.”
“Just a tiny one.” She chuckled. “I’m more into the costumes than anything. Fashion has always owned my heart and my Mum took me to so many musicals as a girl. I figured I would combine my love for both and make it my career.”
“I admire that.” I said softly, glancing down at the sidewalk as we turned a corner. “So how long have you and Louis been together?”
“Four years.” She smiled. “We met on a holiday to London one summer and we’ve never let go of each other. Last year we went to the same University for our first year before deciding to come abroad and it was….magical.”
“He sounds lovely.” I said. “He makes you happy?” 
“He does.” She nodded, her lips pursing slightly as she tried to hide her smile. “He’s a proper gentleman, even when he’s being a bit too laddie.”
“I don’t even know what that means.” I chuckled and Eleanor joined in. “What is a laddie? Is that like Lassie, the dog?”
“Not like that dog.” She scrunched up her nose. “I think you call them ‘Bro’s’ over here.” 
“Ah, I do understand then.” 
Eleanor and I continued chatting as we walked down Frat Row. 
The houses were large, but they looked a little plain and rundown. I imagine having a group of rowdy, drunk boys living in a house without supervision didn’t do well for wear and tear on a house. Eleanor told me that the last house on frat row in the cul-de-sac belonged to pretty much the entire footy team with a few odd guys sprinkled in. 
When we arrived, my jaw nearly dropped to the ground. 
I was living in a tiny dorm room and these men were living like kings and a gigantic and modern house that looked brand new. Eleanor laughed as I took in the dark, blue-grey exterior. The shutters and the porch were both painted a dark, charcoal grey. We walked up the stairs and I continued to look around like a kid lost in a candy store. 
Maybe joining a sorority wasn’t a bad move?
“So, that is the living room and just down that first hall is the bathroom. I recommend going upstairs to Louis’ room if you want to use a clean and unoccupied bathroom.” She chuckled. “I’ll show you around upstairs later if you’d like.”
“This is the cleanest Frat house I’ve ever seen in my life.” I said slowly, looking around. “How is it so pristine?”
“A few of the guys are really obsessed with cleanliness and organization.” She chuckled. “Also I spend a lot of time over here, so I do what I can.”
“I would spend all of my time here, too.” I said. “Why are you even in a dorm if you could be here?”
“Rules.” She rolled her eyes. “Technically women aren’t allowed to be housed in a frat, which blows, but I understand it.”
“Well, I’ll pretend to be you and stay in your dorm if you want to fly under the radar and move here.” I teased, patting her shoulder. “It’s a win win for both of us.”
“I might take you up on that.” She giggled, guiding me through an open archway. “This here is the kitchen-”
“Ellie, s’that you!” 
Eleanor flinched at the booming voice from upstairs, her eyes casting up to the ceiling as she grumbled. 
“Bloody hell, these men,” She shot me a sympathetic look and I tried my best not to laugh softly at her annoyance. “Yes, Niall?”
“I need help.” This accent was slightly different than Eleanor’s and it almost reminded me of the guy on the lucky charms commercial. “I don’t know what trousers to wear, should I do these dark jeans or these plaid one’s.”
The voice was closer and closer with each word and suddenly, a half naked man appeared in the doorway, holding two pairs of pants as he looked down at them. He was wearing white boxer briefs and white socks, the rest of his pale and freckled skin on display. I had to admit that he was extremely attractive, chestnut colored hair on top of his head and a soft stomach rounded out with a matching chestnut happy trail dusting under his belly button. 
“Oh, hello.” He looked up, smiling at me with piercing blue eyes and extremely handsome features. I tried not to blush, my eyes glued to his. “Which one’s do ya think I should wear, love? Good to have an outsider’s perspective sometimes.” 
The sound of a door shutting behind us caused my head to snap around. 
This was more of a man standing at the opposite end of the kitchen, his chocolate colored curls framing his face and resting on his broad shoulders as he looked up at me. His face was perfect, adonis like features catching my attention and his bright green eyes causing my breath to catch in my throat. He offered me a small smile, his features soft as he cleared his throat. 
“Hello.” He said softly to me before his eyes darted up, looking behind me. “For fuck’s sake, Niall. Why are you nearly naked!” 
“I needed help!” I turned my head back towards Niall as his brows pulled together, his lips turning to a scowl. “I can’t decide what trousers to wear and Liam is no help!” 
“We have a guest.” The green eyed god spoke from behind me, but I didn’t dare turn my head. I was afraid that if I did, I would be stuck staring at him for the rest of the night. “Don’t be rude.”
I glanced over at Eleanor who lifted her hand to pinch the bridge of her nose. 
I tried, again, not to laugh at her misery. 
“I swear to god, Niall,” She sighed heavily. “The least you could do is introduce yourself to the poor girl before you flash her.”
“M’Niall,” He rolled his eyes, looking over at me. “What’s your name, love?” 
Harry’s POV
“My name is Piper.” 
I stared at the back of her head, trying my best not to think about running my fingers through her soft curls that nearly matched the shade of my own. I inhaled sharply as I pressed my fingertips into the marble countertop below me. I had seen this girl, Piper, around campus before. I saw her flitting from building to building with her head tilted down and her headphones tucked in her cute little ears. I had a huge crush on this girl and now she was standing in my kitchen with my half-naked roommate and my best friend’s girl. 
This wasn’t a good thing at all.
“S’nice to meet you, Piper.” Niall winked at her and I rolled my eyes, shooting him a glare over the girls head. 
His brows furrowed and I gave him a pointed look before mouthing, ‘That’s the girl’.
Niall’s brows lifted up and he shot me a cheeky grin. 
He was the only one I confided in about my girl troubles. 
He knew all about the mystery girl that I passed by every day on my way to physics class and he had suggested to me several times that bumping into her was the best way to catch her attention. I declined, rolling my eyes at his childish suggestion. I had to admit though, if she had been in my class, I would have tossed paper at the back of her head to get her attention. 
It was a trick that never failed. 
“Well, I’m gonna go get dressed then.” He cleared his throat, glancing over at Eleanor. “Lou is stuck on the phone with his Mum, babe. I think he might need some rescuing if he’s going to join the party at all tonight.”
“Oh,” Eleanor stood straighter, glancing over at Piper. “I don’t want to leave Piper-”
“I can stay with her.” I cleared my throat, reaching up to fiddle with my hair as both girls turned to look at me. “I’ve finished my part of party prep, so I don’t mind.”
“Harry, I don’t know.” Eleanor said. “I’m already afraid Niall’s neon white body is going to scare her off. I don’t need you turning on your Cheshire Charm.”
“Oi, I resent that.” I narrowed my eyes at her playfully, trying to fight off my smile as she chuckled. “I won’t be turning on any charm tonight, love. I’ve got a big match to play tomorrow, remember? Gotta save my strength and energy if I wanna do well.”
“Alright, fine.” Eleanor sighed, turning back to Piper. “Are you okay if I disappear for a few minutes? I promise I’ll be right back.” 
“It’s fine.” Piper smiled at Eleanor, gently nodding her head. “Please, go ahead. I don’t mind waiting down here.”
“You’re sure?” Eleanor asked, her face laced with concern. 
“Positive.” Piper glanced over at me. “I think I’m in good hands with ol’ Cheshire Charm back there.” 
My smile was so wide that it hurt my cheeks. 
She was funny and gorgeous.
Eleanor glanced between the two of us before saying a quick ‘be right back’.
“It’s nice to meet you.” Piper turned around, her hands pressing against the countertop as Niall wiggled his brows behind us. He disappeared behind Eleanor moments later, leaving Piper and I alone in the kitchen. “Would you like a Whiteclaw?”
“Oh, sure.” She nodded, her eyes dropping down to her hands. “I would love one.”
“You seem a bit nervous.” I said, walking towards the fridge. “Do you have a flavor preference?”
“No.” She said softly. “And yeah, I guess I am a bit nervous. I’ve had a pretty tough day and I wasn’t exactly prepared to come to a frat party.”
“Why are you here then?” I asked, my eyes scanning the shelves until I landed on the one filled with canned drinks. I reached for two lime flavored cocktails, pulling them out before I shut the door with my hip. “If you don’t mind me asking, that is.” 
“Um, Eleanor extended the invitation and I kind of owed her one.” Piper smiled, taking the drink with a soft ‘thank you’. “My roommate is a bit of a dickhead and she kicked me out so she could get laid. Eleanor saw me in the hallway on the verge of a mental breakdown and we just...hit it off, I guess.”
“Sorry your roommate was a dickhead.” I smiled, letting my eyes roam over the soft features of her face. “I’m glad you and El hit it off though. It’s nice to have a new face around here.”
I let my eyes trail over the features of her face now that she was up close and personal. 
Her eyes were hazel, a soft golden hue to her irises. Her brows were thick and wild, but perfectly shaped. There were soft freckles peeking out from under her foundation and her cheeks were a soft shade of red. Her nose was soft and rounded at the end and I couldn’t help but think of hovering over her, brushing my own nose against hers as I thrust into her. 
I hated being a man sometimes. 
She was a beautiful girl and even in my head she deserved better than to be thought of that way. She was more than just a sexual object and she didn’t need some creepy frat guy thinking dirty thoughts about her only moments after meeting her. I cleared my throat, reaching for my drink. I took a long sip as she raised her brows, offering me a sly smirk as she sipped at her own drink. 
“Eleanor is a really sweet girl.” I rested my can on the marble countertop. “She’s been having trouble making friends over here, so it’s nice that she’s found someone to hang out with besides us.” 
“I really like her.” Piper said softly. “I’ve been having trouble making friends, too. I’m not really the best at putting myself out there, you know?”
“I think you’re doing just fine.” I flashed her a reassuring smile, noticing how her cheeks turned a shade darker. “I don’t think I’ve fully introduced myself, love. I’m Harry.”
“I’m Piper.” She held her hand out and I took it, giving it a soft shake. “It’s nice to meet you, Harry.” 
Her skin was so bloody soft, her hands a little cold and damp from the can she was holding. 
“You too.” I said. “If you need anything tonight, please don’t hesitate to find me. I know how overwhelming these parties can be and I’ll be happy to keep you company or walk you out for some fresh air if you need it.” 
“Thank you.” She said softly. “The same goes for you. If you need any company tonight, I’m your girl.” 
Just like that, my mind was back in the gutter. 
All I could hear in my head was the echoes of her sweet moans, her voice chanting over and over again ‘M’your girl, Harry. Yours’. I cleared my throat, giving her a tight smile as I tried to avoid thinking about her tucked in my sheets, writhing and gasping as I licked into her. 
I was so totally fucked.
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“Piper, babe,” I laughed, holding her hips tightly as she swayed. “I think we should sit you down for a minute, yeah?”
“If I sit, I’ll sleep.” She whined, looking up at me with her sweet puppy dog eyes. “Where did Eleanor go?” 
“Eleanor is going upstairs with Louis.” I said softly, digging my fingers into the fleshy skin above the waistband of her jeans. “Do you want me to take you home?”
She pursed her lips, shaking her head as she pressed her hands into my shoulders. 
I knew exactly how we’d gotten here. 
The party was still going strong around us, people dancing and shouting as Piper swayed in front of me. I wanted so badly to brush her hair from her face and stroke the soft skin of her cheek, but I would never do something like that when she was this off her face. Holding onto her hips was already too intimate for my liking, but I was afraid she would topple over without some form of support. She swayed forward, her eyes face pinching up ever so slightly before she pressed one hand to her forehead. I frowned, pulling her closer as a group of guys rushed by.
If Niall hadn’t suggested we play four drinking games in a row, Piper and Eleanor might not have been off their faces within the first two hours of the party. I had to admit that I didn’t exactly mind taking care of Piper. She was a funny drunk, silly puns and snide comments slipping from her lips carelessly as she leaned against me. It was when her eyes started to drift shut and her body started to sway, that I started to worry about her. I pulled her into the kitchen alongside a giggly Eleanor, handing them both bottles of water while I quickly cooked up some pizza rolls that Niall had hidden in the freezer. Both girls ate between loud laughs, knocking into each other as I watched them with a small smile on my face.
 Seeing Eleanor happy made me happy, but seeing her happy with the girl of my dreams made me feel like I was on cloud nine. 
“Mate,” Louis’ hand clapped down on my shoulder and I turned my head as Piper’s body fell into mine. “I can take her off your hands. El told me they live in the same halls-”
“She can barely stand on her own, Lou.” I shook my head, glancing down as she rested her head on my shoulder. “Gonna go put her to bed in my room. I’ll sleep on the couch after everyone is gone.”
“Lock the door if you leave her up there.” Louis said. “I’m going back up to El in a minute, but I figured I should get some painkillers and water for the morning.”
“Bring some up for Piper?” I asked him. “I probably won’t leave her alone in there, knowing all of these jackasses are around.”
“Tell me about it.” Louis snorted out a laugh, shaking his head. “I’ll be up in five.”
I nodded, watching him disappear through the crowd of people in our living room. 
“Hey, love,” I said softly. “Gonna take you upstairs and tuck you in, okay?”
“Kay.” She mumbled, turning her head until her nose brushed against the column of my neck. 
I made a mental note to have a talk with her tomorrow about going places with strangers when she was drunk. I knew that I meant no harm, but we were still getting to know each other. It set off a level of worry that I only ever felt when it came to my Mum or Sister. It was almost a primal need to protect, my arms winding tightly around her as I guided her to the stairs. 
It was no easy feat to get her up the staircase, but when we finally made it to my room, she snapped into a more alert mode. She looked up, her tired eyes growing as wide as they could before she brushed some of her hair out of her face. She looked up at me, her eyes searching my face as I pressed my hand lightly to her lower back. 
“Thank you for taking care of me, Harry.” She said softly. “I’m really sorry I’m ruining your fun.” 
“Nonsense, love.” I shook my head. “S’just another party, there will be plenty more.” 
“Still.” She mumbled. “I don’t want to take your bed. Sleeping on the couch is bad for your back and I overheard that you have a match tomorrow.”
“S’alright.” I said. “I’ve slept on a floor before a match and still kicked ass, Piper. I don’t mind giving my bed up for a good cause.”
She let out an aggravated sigh, rolling her eyes at me. 
I tried not to smile as she grumbled under her breath, reaching for the doorknob to my bedroom door. I followed in behind her, flicking the light switch on before I shut the door behind me. Piper staggered a little and I hovered, my hands waiting to catch her should she fall. Instead, she stumbled over to my bed on bambi like legs, collapsing on the foot with a soft groan. 
“You need some help?” I asked her as she lifted her leg, struggling with her shoe. She merely waved her hand at me, shaking her head. “You want something comfy to change into? I’ve got sweats, shorts-”
“Sweats sound lovely.” She mumbled, a soft ‘aha’ falling from her lips as she finally tugged the shoelace of her boot out of a knot. “You’re a true gentleman, has anyone ever told you that?” 
“My Mum.” I chuckled, walking over to my dresser in search of comfy clothes. 
“S’good,” Piper sighed out as her boot hit the floor. “Hard to find a proper gentleman these days, Harry. I think Jude Law was the last of them.”
“I won’t argue with you there.” I shook my head, trying to contain my laughter as I sifted through my sweatpants. I settled on my favorite pair, the light grey fabric soft and worn. “Do you want a t-shirt to sleep in or a long sleeve shirt?”
“Um, t-shirt.” She mumbled. “Your room is lovely. Did you do all of the decorating yourself?”
“I did, yeah.” I nodded. “Brought a few key things from home, but I spent most of my money in Target when I got here.” 
“Amen to that.” She hiccuped softly. “I like your record player. I’ve always wanted one of those.”
“One day you’ll have to come up and listen to some records with me.” I glanced at her over my shoulder, noting how the corners of her lips ticked up into a girlish grin. “What kind of music do you like?”
“All of it.” She said simply, her voice trailing off. “I’ve always been a fan of classical music for studying. My mom calls me a psychopath.”
“They are known for indulging in the genre.” I snorted, pulling out a white t-shirt before I turned around. “I think that’s lovely, though. I’ve heard some good stuff from Bach in my music theory class and I have to say, it makes for good studying music.”
“That’s what I’m saying.” She said. “I love me some cello, mate.”
“Look at that.” I hummed out, holding the clothes out to her. “Got you talking like a proper brit now, don’t we. Didn’t even know what footy was at the start of the night.” 
“Piss off.” She grumbled, trying to hide her amusement as she mocked my accent. 
“I’m gonna run to Louis' room while you get dressed, okay?” I said. “Gonna steal you some makeup wipes from El’s overnight bag so we can take your makeup off. I want you to lock the door and don’t open it for anyone besides me. I don’t care if it’s Niall or god himself, alright?”
“Alright.” She whispered softly. “You’re really fucking nice, Harry.”
I tried to resist the urge to brush my knuckles over the soft skin of her cheek, but I couldn’t. 
I inhaled sharply as she closed her eyes, leaning into my touch with a soft hum. 
“I’ll be right back.” I said softly. “Lock the door.”
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Piper’s POV 
Falling in love with Harry took me all of five minutes. 
I decided that it was physically impossible not to love someone so perfect. He was a real gentleman, keeping his hands in respectful spots even when I was falling all over him, drunk off my ass. I felt a little guilty about being so touchy-feely with someone I hardly knew, but I was comfortable around him from the start. He stood by my side for most of the night, talking with Eleanor and I as we tossed shots back like water. 
I stood up from the foot of his bed, fiddling with the button on my pants. My vision was most definitely blurry and my fingers were shaking as I swayed on my feet, but I managed to pull the button from the loop before I shoved my pants down my legs. It took a bit of wiggling to get my ass settled into Harry’s sweats, an article of clothing clearly meant for a man with no….assets. 
With a soft hiccup, I worked on my shirt, tossing it to the ground before I reached behind me to take off my bra. My drunk brain didn’t care about etiquette or embarrassment anymore. That all flew out the window with my third shot of tequila that Niall handed over. When I settled the fabric of Harry’s shirt over my tired limbs, I heard a soft knock at the door. 
I stumbled over, pressing my ear against the wood to hear who was there. I was plastered, yeah, but I remembered Harry’s speech about not opening the door for anyone. 
“Who is it?” I called out, my voice breaking just a little. 
“S’me.” I heard Harry’s gruff voice. “S’Harry.” 
I flicked the lock on the door, opening it up with a soft smile. 
Harry held up some makeup wipes and a bottle of water, flashing me a cheesy grin. I laughed, shutting the door and flicking the lock behind him again as he walked into his room. When I turned around, my arms crossed over my chest, he was looking at my body with soft eyes. 
“Everything feel comfy enough to sleep in?” He asked. 
“Yeah, thanks.” I nodded. 
“Alright.” He nodded, looking up at me with glassy jade eyes. “Let’s get you tucked in, shall we?”
I smiled, walking over to his bed. 
I picked the side farthest from the door and closest to the window. 
Harry pulled back the covers, waiting for me to climb in before he rested them over my legs. He set the bottle of water on the bedside table, two painkillers falling to the wood next to the plastic bottle. He sat down next to my legs, ripping into the makeup wipes with ease. I watched him pluck a sheet out before closing the pack back up, tossing it to the nightstand with the other items. I rolled my lips in as he turned towards me, holding the cloth out. 
“Do you want me to do it?” He asked. “Just so you know it’s all gone?” 
“Yes, please.” I nodded. 
I could take my makeup off in my sleep. 
I’d done it before, actually. 
But there was something about being doted on by Harry that I wasn’t ready to give up just yet. 
I preened as he wiped the cloth over my skin with gentle strokes, swiping away concealer and highlighter with ease. I let my eyes slip shut when he asked, his index finger gently brushing at the small bit of liquid liner and shimmery shadow on my lids. When it got to my lips, he did a few quick dabs before his touch was gone from my face all together. 
“All clean.” He smiled, tossing the wipe towards the bin in the corner of the room. “Alright, I’m going to tuck you in and turn on a movie. I’ll just be on the floor next to you if you need anything at all. Bathroom is through that door right there.”
“Don’t sleep on the floor.” I rolled my eyes. “I’m okay with sharing a bed with you, Harry. Friends do that all the time, don’t they?”
“But you’re drunk.” He said softly. “And I don’t want you to feel pressured or uncomfortable-” 
“I don’t.” I said. “From the moment we met, you’ve made me feel very welcomed and comfortable. I promise that I don’t feel unsafe or pressured in any way, Harry. If you feel more comfortable sleeping on the floor, then I understand, but I’m okay with you sleeping next to me.”
Harry reached up to rustle his long strands of hair, his curls flopping about as he looked at me with a curious gaze. He inhaled sharply, nibbling on his lower lip as I stared back at him with raised brows and an amused grin. 
“I’ll put a pillow wall between us and everything.” I said. “If it makes you feel comfortable.”
“I just don’t want you to wake up in the morning and freak out.” He said softly. “You’ve had a lot to drink and if you don’t remember any of this tomorrow, it might be a little scary to wake up with a strange man in your bed.”
“Well, it’s your bed.” I said softly. “And I’ve been worse off than this and still remembered what happened the night before, Harry. I come from a very small town where drinking is considered a sport. This is a regular Tuesday for me.”
“Alright.” He whispered through a breathy laugh. “But if you change your mind at any point through the night, feel free to kick me out of bed.”
“I won’t.” I rolled my eyes. “Get ready for bed, yeah? You’ve got a big day tomorrow and I can’t have you losing a match because of me. People will think I’m bad luck.”
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Harry’s POV 
When I woke up in the middle of the night, our pillow wall was gone. 
Piper’s cheek was pressed into her pillow, soft puffs of air escaping her parted lips as she tightened her grip on my shirt. Her hand was resting on my tummy and her foot was hooked over my calf muscle, but she remained on her side of the bed. I lay there for a minute, watching her peaceful face as she slept. I tried to commit her features to memory, my heart squeezing in my chest as she shuffled around a bit. I rested my hand over hers, softly brushing my fingers over her knuckles as her body moved just a little closer to mine. 
The dry feeling in my mouth pulled me from my peaceful moment, urging me to go downstairs for my own bottle of water. It was silent in the house, no more music pumping through the speakers downstairs, and I felt safe enough to leave Piper on her own in my room without the doors locked. I would only be gone for a few minutes at the most, running down for water before I ran back up to curl back up next to the sleeping girl in my bed. 
When I made it downstairs, Louis was already in the kitchen.
“Hey,” I grumbled, walking over to the fridge. “What are you doing up?”
“Same as you.” He said. “Thirsty.”
“Hmm.” I nodded. “Eleanor still knocked out cold?”
“Yeah.” He chuckled. “Love that girl to death, but she snores like a bloody chainsaw.”
“That she does.” I laughed, pulling a water bottle out. “I’m glad she’s got Piper as a friend. It was nice to see her unwind tonight.”
“It was.” Louis nodded, pressing his hip into the countertop. “Piper likes you.”
I nearly choked on my water as Louis looked up at me. 
“What?” I asked. “How on earth-” 
“It’s obvious, mate.” Louis rolled his eyes, an amused grin on his lips. “She’s got a bit of a crush on you, but what girl doesn’t?”
“Lou-” I said slowly, my eyes narrowing. “Why do I feel like you’re about to give me a speech.”
“It would break my heart if Eleanor lost her as a friend, Harry.” Louis said softly. “She doesn’t have anyone over here and I at least have you and Niall, you know? If she lost Piper because you two decided to fool around and things ended badly-”
“That’s not what this is.” I said quickly. “And I don’t appreciate what you’re trying to say, either. I would never hurt Piper, or anyone, on purpose. She’s a very sweet girl and it just so happens that I’ve liked her for a while.”
“You know each other, then?” Louis brows arched up and I sighed. “Wasn’t aware.” 
“We don’t know each other, but I’ve seen her around campus.” I mumbled. “Always had my eyes on her, Lou. She’s fucking gorgeous.”
“Harry,” Louis said softly. “I’m asking you as a friend, please don’t get involved.” 
“That’s a shitty thing to ask.” My voice was hoarse. “It’s late and we’re both still pissed. I’m going to bed.” 
“Just think about it.” He said, knocking his knuckles against the countertop. 
Lucky for Louis, it was all I could think about for the rest of the night.
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Piper’s POV 
When I woke up the next morning, I could feel Harry’s heartbeat against my cheek.
The annoying beeping of his alarm had me groaning and turning my face into his chest. I heard him mutter a soft series of ‘sorry’s’ before it turned off. Harry’s arm draped over my back, holding me against his chest as I closed my eyes again. I let out a soft hum as he brushed his fingers up and down my back, his chest rising and falling slowly under my head. 
“I see that we’ve lost the pillow wall.” Harry’s voice was deep and raspy, causing a shiver to run up my spine. 
“Sorry.” I whispered, lifting my head up as I pressed my palm to his chest. “I guess I tossed it aside in the middle of the night.” 
“You did.” He chuckled softly. “You pushed it down with your feet and then you pulled it out and chucked it because you were trying to get comfortable.” 
“You watched me?” I asked, blinking a few times to try and focus my vision as I rested my chin on the back of my hand.
“I felt you flopping around like a fish out of water and I had to check on you.” He said slowly, his own eyes still shut. “I fell back asleep and when I woke up for a wee you were snuggled so tightly against me that I could barely pry you off.”
“I didn’t know that I was a cuddler.” I mumbled softly. “I’ve never really slept in a bed with anyone else before.”
“Well, you can tick that box off of your bucket list.” He smiled, his fingers still brushing over my back as I looked down at him. “You staring at me?” 
“A little.” I confessed, a small smile creeping up on my lips. “Think you’re pretty.”
“Love,” He let out a breathy chuckle. “Easy.”
“What?” I asked, dropping my head back to his chest. “Why can’t I say you're pretty? We spent the night together, I’m allowed to compliment you a little.”
“Do you think it’s a good idea to flirt with me?” He cleared his throat, shifting around under me. I groaned, falling back to the pillow next to him. “Do friends flirt?”
Friends.
I should have known better. 
There was no way on earth someone like Harry would want to be with someone like me.
“Friends can call each other pretty.” I said dejectedly, turning on my side. “And friends can cuddle, too.”
“Well, if it makes you feel better, you’re an amazing cuddler.” He said softly, pressing his palm to my bicep as he leaned over to kiss my temple. “You’re welcome to sleep more if you’d like, but I would love to take you out to breakfast.”
“Breakfast?” I turned my head, looking at him with furrowed brows. “I thought you had a match this morning?”
“I’ve got a few hours.” He rested his body next to mine, his head falling on the pillow next to mine lazily. “Eleanor will be at the match.”
“I know.” I whispered. 
“You should sit with her.” Harry smiled. “I would like that.”
“Okay.” I said softly as he snaked his arm underneath my own, curling it around my middle. I tried to fight off a smile. “Thought we were getting up?”
“Few more minutes.” He mumbled. “You smell nice. S’that your perfume or your shampoo?”
“Probably both.” I smiled, resting my palm over his forearm. “Both sweet pea scented.”
“Piper.” He mused. “Sweet pea.”
“What are you mumbling about?” I asked, trying to contain my giggles at his sleepy rambling. 
“Gonna call you sweet pea.” He mumbled. “Because your name starts with a P and you’re so sweet.” 
Fuck being friends. 
I liked this boy.
And no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t ignore the fluttering feeling in my stomach. 
I was truly fucked.
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December
Piper’s POV 
There were only a few seconds left in the match and our boys were killing it. 
Eleanor gripped my hand tighter as Louis shouted to Niall across the field. Seconds later, he was kicking the ball with the side of his foot. Harry was much closer to the goal, ready to land the winning kick into the goal. I looked at him, his chest heaving and his hairline coated in a thin sheen of sweat. His face was intense and it made my thighs clench ever so slightly to see him so serious. He was always so attractive in the middle of a game, his brows pulled together and his lips pinched tightly together. I loved watching him pull his hair up before a game, twisting the long strands around before he tossed it up in a bun on top of his head. 
“He’s got this.” I said. “Come on, Lou!”
“He’s gonna pass to Harry.” She shook her head. “He has to, babe. He’ll miss from back there.”
“They have five fucking seconds.” We always got a bit snippy during games, but never at each other. “It better be a flawless fucking pass.”
Louis passed the black and white checked ball to Harry with a swift kick and I held my breath, waiting to see what would happen. Harry pushed a guy on the opposing team gently with his shoulder, sliding low until his foot collided with the ball. Just as the last second ticked down, it collided with the net behind the goal and Harry collapsed on his back as players rushed around him. 
Everyone cheered loudly, Eleanor jumping up with a loud cheer alongside the crowd. I could barely move, my heart thumping so loudly that it was all I could hear. I watched Harry’s back flat on the ground, my eyes watering as he continued to stay still. When I saw him sit up, shaking his head, I finally took a deep breath. Moments later, Louis and Niall were lifting him up on their shoulders. 
“Thank, fuck.” I whispered, standing up next to Eleanor as I clapped. 
Harry’s eyes flitted to the stands, landing on mine with a wide grin. 
He was covered in mud and dirt, but he was fine. 
Eleanor grabbed my hand, guiding me down towards the field. 
She was quick to launch on Louis when her feet hit the grass and Niall was quick to run over and scoop me up. I patted him on the back, laughing as he shook me around in his arms. 
“We won!” He cheered. “We bloody won!” 
“I know!” I chuckled, brushing my hand over the back of his head. “I’m proud of you, Ni.”
He put me on my feet, pressing a kiss to my cheek before he turned around to Harry. He grabbed his best mate by the face, kissing his forehead before he ran off shouting something that was terribly hard to make out. I rolled my eyes, steadying myself on my feet. Harry walked over to me, holding his arms out with that same wide and cheeky grin on his lips. 
“Come give your best mate a hug,” He said. “Gotta thank my good luck charm.”
“Harry, no.” I said, holding my hands up. “You’re covered in mud and grass and- Harry!” 
I squealed, taking off on the grass as Harry chased me. 
I dodged a few members of the opposing team, apologizing profusely. 
It didn’t take very long for Harry to wrap his arms around me, pulling me against his chest. 
“I deserve a bloody hug, sweet pea.” He squeezed me tight. “I won!”
“I know, but you’re gross.” I groaned, dropping my head back. “You get to shower before we go to lunch and I don’t.” 
“You could always join.” He whispered, his lips brushing against the shell of my ear. “Know you’ve been dying to see me naked, haven’t ya pea?”
“I will elbow you.” I grumbled, spinning around in his arms. “Don’t be a prick.”
“Just like watching you blush, Piper.” He reached over, pinching my cheek softly. “Where are we going for lunch today?” 
“Where do we always go for lunch?” I rolled my eyes. “Go on, get cleaned up so we can go.”
“Fine, fine.” He sighed. “I’ll see you in ten?”
“I’ll be here.”
I walked back over to Eleanor and Louis, my mind stuck on Harry’s cheeky comment. 
I hated when he did stuff like that. 
He was always toying with my emotions, pulling me to and fro like I didn’t have any feelings at all. He knew that I had a crush on him and he knew that it sucked for me to be so close, but I had the power to stop it at any time. The truth was that I couldn’t stomach the thought of being away from him like that. I wanted him in my life, no matter how I could have him. I walked towards Eleanor with a heavy sigh, crossing my arms over my chest as she kissed Louis deeply. 
Being around a couple constantly was torture when you weren’t apart of one yourself. Especially when the person you wanted to be a couple with was always around anyways. When the pair were done kissing, Louis ran off towards the stadium to take a shower in the locker room. Eleanor smiled over at me and I gave her a blank stare, my lips turning down. 
“What happened?” she asked softly. 
“He’s done it again!” I tossed my hands up. “He was all ‘you should come shower with me, I know you want to see me naked’. Isn’t he the one who keeps insisting we should just be friends?” 
“He’s an idiot.” She rolled her eyes. “I hate that he keeps doing this and I hate that you won’t let me talk to him about it.”
“I don’t want to come between you and an old friend, El.” I shook my head. “He’ll grow up eventually, I guess. If he doesn’t, I guess I’ll have to start moving on.”
“I think you two would be so perfect for each other, babe.” She sighed. “I don’t know what his deal is!”
“Has Louis said anything?” I ask softly. “I don’t want to pry but-”
“Not a word.” She said, her sympathetic grin causing my heart to sink. “He spends all of his time with you and we both know that he’s into you, but something is holding him back.”
“Yeah.” I grimaced. “I like him so much, El.”
“I know.” She frowned. “I wish I could smack some sense into that thick skull of his. I mean, men can be so daft and then they say we’re the complicated ones!”
“I know!” I exclaimed. “Anyways, you and Lou are still coming to lunch with us, right?”
“Yeah.” She nodded. “Louis is dying for a turkey apple sandwich.”
“That does sound good.” I hummed out. “I was thinking about soup, though, it’s freezing out here.”
“Oh, soup.” She groaned out. “That’s perfect,”
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Harry’s Pov
I wrapped my towel around my waist, letting out a heavy sigh as I turned the faucet off. 
I hated what I was doing to Piper. 
My sweet pea.
I couldn’t help but rile her up like that, watching her face flush red as I whispered in her ear. 
Part of me was certain that I was riling her up so that she would make the first move. If that was the case, maybe Louis would realize that our feelings for each other were real. 
“Mate,” Louis said. “What was that on the field?” 
“What do you mean?” I asked, my brows furrowing as I walked up to my locker. “We won, Lou.”
“I meant when you were chasing Piper.” He said. “That was flirting, Harry.”
I snapped my mouth shut. 
If he heard the things that passed between Piper and I when we were alone, he’d be livid. 
It was borderline verbal sex with us sometimes, the tension so thick that it had her clamping her legs shut and me shifting in my seat. 
“Was just teasing her, Lou.” I rolled my eyes. “You’re not getting onto Niall for picking her up and kissing her face.”
“Niall means no harm.”
“And neither do I.” I shot him a glare. “Mind your mouth.”
“Why her, Harry?” He sighed. “You could have any bird or lad on campus and you want her, why?”
“Because she’s Piper.” I turned towards him. “She’s the one that I want, okay. I can’t tell you why I think about her every moment of the day or why I want to be with her, I just do. I want to be there for her and you’re stupid fucking fear for Eleanor is standing in my way.”
“You can do what you want.” Louis’ jaw tensed. “M’not standing in your fookin’ way, mate.”
“But you are!” I shouted. “You are because you know that I would never do anything to hurt you or El because you’re family to me. You asked me not to do something and I’m being respectful of that because I respect you. I can’t say that you respect me though, because you would never ask this of me if you did. Can’t you see that this is killing me?”
Louis let out a frustrated huff as I turned back to my locker. 
I grabbed my clothes, angrily pulling them on before I ran my towel over the wet strands of my hair. Piper would be pissed to see me pulling at my curls instead of properly scrunching them up with a soft t-shirt, but I couldn’t be arsed to care about that right now. I slammed my locker shut, hiking my bag onto my shoulder before I stormed out of the locker room. When I walked out onto the field, Eleanor and Piper were whispering amongst themselves. 
“I just don’t get it.” Piper let out a sad sigh. “I want-”
“I know, babe!” Eleanor interrupted her with a chipper voice, pressing her hand to Piper’s bicep with a wide smile. “I wish they still had pumpkin spice too, I already miss it.”
“You women and your pumpkin spice.” I grumbled, pressing my hand to Piper’s hip before I leaned down to kiss her cheek. “Know you miss it, Pea, but it’s peppermint season now.”
“You’re right.” She gave me a playful pout. “I guess I can survive with that for now.”
“Thatta girl.” I chuckled, pulling my hand back as she reached up to touch my hair. “What?”
“You didn’t scrunch your hair properly, H.” She sighed. “I’ve told you to take better care of these curls! They’re going to be frizzy when they dry.”
I licked over my bottom lip, resisting the urge to lean down and kiss the pout off of her lips. 
“Sweet Pea, I’m sorry.” I said softly. “I was in a little bit of a rush, yeah? Wanted to get my favorite girls to lunch.”
“In that case, I guess I can forgive you.” She mumbled. 
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Piper’s POV 
I sipped at my peppermint latte as Harry tossed a french fry into his mouth. 
“So when are you all flying home?” I asked. “Only a few weeks left until Christmas and exams are almost over.”
“El and I are flying out next Friday.” Louis said, smiling over at his girlfriend. “I’m excited to see me Mum and sisters.”
“Me too.” Eleanor nodded. “Missed them all.”
“What about you, H?” I asked. 
“I decided to stay.” He shrugged. “I don’t want to disrupt my schedule mid year, you know? It’ll be hard for me to get back into things come January if I spend an entire three weeks vegging out with Mum and Gem.”
“Oh.” I said softly, my face falling as he cleared his throat. 
He was avoiding something and he was sad about it. 
“I’m not going home either.” I said softly. “Too expensive to fly around the holiday’s, you know? Don’t make nearly enough being a full time fan girl for the footie team.”
“Tell me about it.” Eleanor rolled her eyes playfully. “Who do I talk to about getting that raise I was promised.”
“Oh, you get plenty as it is.” Louis leaned forward, capturing her lips. “Pay you in love and other things.”
Harry let out a frustrated sigh, standing up from the table. 
“I’ve gotta go.” He pulled his wallet out, tossing twenty five dollars onto the table. “S’enough for both of us and the tip, Pea. I’ll see you later in Mcgregor Hall for our study session.”
“H-”
“Bye.” He leaned over, pressing a sloppy kiss to my forehead before doing the same to El. 
I watched him storm out with a confused look on my face. 
“Should I not have asked about Christmas?” I looked at Eleanor with soft eyes. “I can’t….El, I can’t do this anymore.”
“Babe, it’s gonna be fine.” She said softly. “He’s just a bit moody today, isn’t he? Misses his Mum a whole lot, it has nothing to do with you.” 
“What are you two on about?” Louis asked, glancing between us. “Is something going on between you and Harry?”
“No.” I shook my head. “That’s the problem.”
“They have this chemistry and Piper really likes Harry, but he told her that being friend’s was their best option.” Eleanor explained softly. “Sometimes he’s sweet on her though and it makes her sad because she wants him.”
“El.” I mumbled, my cheeks growing warm. “He doesn’t need all of the details.”
“You like that miserable sod?” Louis asked. “You’re not worried about a relationship with him ruining your friendship?” 
“Not really.” I shook my head at Louis. “Harry and I will always be friends.” 
“No, I mean,” Louis sighed. “You’re not worried about it ruining you and Eleanor’s friendship?”
“No.” I said slowly. “What are you talking about?”
“I feel like if you and Harry were to break up, you wouldn’t want to be friends with El because he’s always around.” Louis said softly. “Wouldn’t that be hard?”
“For a bit, yeah.” I shrugged. “We’re both mature, though. I think we could work through any differences and remain friends.”
“Why are you being so nosy?” Eleanor narrowed her eyes, looking at Louis. “What have you done?”
“Nothin’!” Louis exclaimed. “I’ve not done anythin’.”
“Louis!” She cried out. “You’re lying to me.”
“M’not.” He fidgeted in his seat, avoiding her gaze. “Swear I meant well.”
“Louis, what did you do?” I asked softly, my heart dropping as he avoided my gaze. “What did you do?”
“I didn’t do anything, I just…” He licked over his bottom lip, looking between Eleanor and I with wide eyes. “I just asked him to consider your friendship with Eleanor before making any moves on you. I didn’t want to see her lose her best friend, you know?”
“You’re a sodding prick, Louis Tomlinson.” Eleanor snapped. “You knew that Harry would respect that if you asked. He thinks of you as a brother and he would do anything for you.”
“I have to go.” I grabbed my bag and my coat. “I have to find Harry.”
“Go on,” Eleanor said. “I’ve got a very naughty boyfriend to deal with.”
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The first place I ran to was the frat house. 
Harry wasn’t there and Niall hadn’t seen him at all. 
The second place I ran was the park on the far end of campus that we often spent weekends at.
He wasn’t there either. 
When I finally found him, I was only a little shocked. 
“You just played a match, mate.” I let out a relieved sigh when he snapped his head up, his eyes softening when he saw me. “What are you doing out here?”
“Just needed to clear my head.” He said as I walked closer. “Why are you here?”
“I had to see you.” I took a deep breath, swiping the ball from between Harry’s feet with a swift kick. It landed in the goal and Harry let out an amused, but breathy chuckle. “I’m getting good.”
“You’ve got a good teacher.” He snorted out a laugh. “Everything okay, sweet pea?”
“No.” I said. “You see, I’ve got this friend and he’s having some girl trouble.”
“Oh, yeah?” He asked. “What’s his deal?”
“He really likes this girl and he flirts with her all the time, but he hasn’t made a move.” I shrugged, glancing up at Harry. “There’s this other friend of theirs that asked an impossible favor of him and he’s being loyal, which I admit is admirable, but a little daft, as you would say.”
Harry’s Adam's apple bobbed up and down softly and he looked over my head. 
“He does sound quite daft, doesn’t he?” He let out a soft laugh, closing his eyes. “Piper-”
“It makes me love him more though.” I said softly. “The fact that he’s putting aside his feelings because he’s that loyal to the people he loves. It’s stupid, but really sweet.”
“You think so?” He asked, his eyes a little watery as he looked down at me. 
“I do.” I nodded. “Why didn’t you talk to me about this, Harry? We share everything with each other and-”
“This was the one thing I couldn’t tell you, pea.” He said softly. “I never wanted to hurt you and...I knew that this would.  I didn’t want you to feel like I was choosing something over you, because that isn’t the case.” 
“Harry, it’s okay.” I said softly. “I would have understood and I also would have had a very long talk with Louis about minding his own business, darling. You’re free to be with whoever you want and no one can tell you otherwise.”
“What if I want to be with my beautiful best friend, pea?” He reached up, brushing his thumb over my chin. “What if I want to be with the girl that stole my heart the moment I saw her?”
“Then make a fucking move, Styles.” I let out a breathy laugh as he leaned closer. “She won’t wait around forever. She’s a fucking catch and-”
Harry’s lips pressed into mine, cold and wet and perfect. 
I pressed my fingers into his shoulders, gripping his coat tightly with glove covered fingers. 
He tilted his head slightly, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of my lips. 
“You’re perfect, Piper.” His breath washed over my lips as I shuffled closer, desperately seeking his body heat. “I’m so sorry.”
“Don’t apologize.” I said. “Just be with me, H. Be mine.”
“I’ve always been yours, Piper.” He brushed the tip of his nose over mine. “Always will be.”
When Harry’s lips pressed to mine again, something wet landed on my cheek. 
We both pulled back, looking up at the sky with wide smiles. 
“Snow.” I said softly. 
“Christmas miracle isn’t complete with snow, is it?” He teased, brushing his nose against mine. 
“Shut up and kiss me.” 
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Harry’s POV 
Louis looked like a child who had just been told Santa wasn’t real when Piper and I walked back into the cafe holding hands. He shot me a soft look that said ‘mate, I’m really sorry for being a dickhead’ and I gave him a tight smile in response. We still needed to have a talk about everything, but there was no use in fighting over something that was in the past now. It felt good, sitting next to Piper as her boyfriend and not just her best friend. It was sudden and my mind was still reeling, but I wouldn’t want it any other way. I walked her back to her dorm that night with a pout on my lips and our fingers tightly laced together. 
“I don’t want to say goodbye, pea.” I mumbled, my thumb brushing against her cheek softly as we stood in front of her door. “Just got you.”
“You���ve always had me.” She snorted out a soft laugh. 
“Never been able to make out with you, though.” I wiggled my brows. “Think we can finally carry through on all that sexual banter we’ve been partaking in.”
“Yeah.” She said quickly, her cheeks getting pinker. “But not tonight, H. Think we should take some time apart to think about things before we jump right in. It’s going to be a bit different now and I need to get used to the idea.” 
“Take as much time as you need.” I pressed my lips to hers in a soft kiss. “I’ll be waiting.”
I was only slightly regretting my words now. 
Everyone had left for Christmas and we had the house to ourselves. 
We were in the middle of a movie marathon in the living room, a few bottles of wine and takeout boxes scattered on the coffee table as we snuggled into each other. Piper’s head rested on my chest and her fingers rested against my stomach, slightly drumming over the bit of holiday weight I had put on over the last week or so. She looked so cute all snuggled up in my sweater and a pair of fluffy sucks, my sweatpants tucked into them carelessly. 
“You’re thinking too loud.” She whispered, lifting her head up. “What’s going on in your head, H?”
“Just thinking about how cute you are.” I smiled down at her. “You’re all snuggled up in my clothes with your pretty hair and your pretty eyes. I just can’t believe that I’m lucky enough to call you my girl.”
Her eyes searched my face as I reached up to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. 
“I want you.” She said softly. “But I’m scared.”
“I wasn’t…” I trailed off. “M’not trying to get in your pants, sweet pea. I just wanted you to know that I’m so in love with you.”
“And I’m in love with you.” She sat up. “And I would really, really like to show you how much I love you.”
“When you’re ready.” I said. “I know that you didn’t have the best first time and you’re a little nervous to dive back in, but I can wait. I want you to be one hundred percent ready when the time comes.”
She inhaled sharply before giving me a soft nod. 
“I love you.” I said, brushing my thumb over her bottom lip. “Get back over ‘ere, pea. Wanna snuggle you some more.”
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Piper’s POV 
Harry was snoring softly in my ear on the couch. 
The sun had long gone down and the credits for The Holiday were rolling on the flatscreen in Harry’s living room. With a soft groan, I flipped around in his arms, nuzzling my face into his chest as he tightened his arms around me. The scent of his cologne filled my senses, nearly lulling me back to sleep. I was moments from falling back into dreamland when I felt something firm pressing between my thighs, causing my eyes to snap open. I pulled back to look at Harry’s face, his eyes still shut as he continued to softly snore. He was still fast asleep. 
I let out a soft gasp, my walls clenching down as I shifted against his thigh. I let out a soft gasp, my fingers tightening against his sweater as I stilled my hips. I tilted my head back, looking over his face as he slept peacefully. I didn’t want to wake him, but was done waiting. I wanted him. I wanted everything with Harry and I especially wanted to indulge passion filled moments with frantic hands and desperate kisses with a christmas film playing in the background. 
“Harry.” I said his name softly, my fingers trailing up his throat to cup his cheek. “Harry, baby, wake up.”
“S’wrong?” He asked, tucking his head down. “You alright?”
“I want you.” I said it softly, my heart pounding against my chest. “I’m ready.”
“Sweet pea, s’late.” He opened his eyes. “Are you sleep talkin’?”
“No.” I shook my head. “I mean it.” 
I rolled my hips, grinding my core against his thigh to really send the message through. 
“Piper.” He gasped, his eyes wide open. “Darling, what….what’re you doing?”
“Was trying to snuggle up to you and you put your thigh between my legs, H.” I said timidly, my face heating up under his gaze. His lips were curling into a soft smile and I bit the inside of my cheek. “It felt nice.”
“S’that why you want me?” He let out a breathy laugh, shaking his head. “Needy girl.”
“Please.” I whispered. “I need you.”
“I’ve got ye’.” He leaned down, pressing a series of soft kisses to my lips. “Gonna push your pants down, okay?”
I nodded, but she shook his head. 
“If we’re doing this, I want to hear you.” He said. “I need you to say what you want.”
“Take my pants off.” I griped, tilting my head back.
“Good girl.” 
Two little words.
They sent a shockwave through my body, running straight to my core. 
I let out a soft whimper as he pushed at the waistband of my pants. 
“M’too tired to fuck you.” He said softly. “But I promise to make you feel so good, sweet pea. Gonna have you cummin’ fo’ me.”
“Please.” 
I shifted my hips as he moved the waistband of my sweats to my thighs, his hand brushing up the skin of my leg to my hip. He gave it a soft squeeze as our lips collided and I squirmed beneath him. He pulled back, brushing his nose against mine with his eyes shut tight. 
“Do you want my fingers?” He asked me softly. 
“I do.” I nodded. “My fingers are too small and I can never get the angle right when I try.”
“Fuck, pea.” He groaned, opening his eyes. “You’re killing me, my love.”
“Just want to love you.” I pouted my bottom lip out. “Wanna feel good.”
“I know, darling.” He sponged a few soft kisses over my hairline. “Let me get on my back, okay. I want you to ride my fingers.”
Harry wrapped his arms around my body, turning onto his back. I fumbled, my chest pressed tightly to his as he let one of his hands trail over my bum. I whimpered when he tucked his fingers between the crease of my bum and my thigh, brushing the pads of his fingers over my lower lips. His other hand maneuvered its way between our bodies, his thumb brushing swiftly over my clit before it dipped towards my entrance. 
“S’this okay?” He asked. “You feel comfortable?” 
“Yes.” I nodded. “I’m good.” 
He inserted his thumb, pulling it out quickly before he slipped it back up to my clit. 
He rubbed soft circles over it as his fore and middle finger brushed over my entrance in a teasing manner. 
I rolled my hips, desperate to have them inside of me. 
“Yeah, just like that.” He said gruffly. “Ride my fingers, sweet pea. Take what you want from me.”
I gasped when he pushed two fingers into me, my slick walls stretching around them as I moved my hips. I pushed down as Harry curled his fingers up, stroking over that spongy spot inside of me. I moved my hips up, his fingers sliding out slowly before I fucked back onto them. He cooed, brushing the pad of his thumb over my clit in quick circles. 
“You’re so tight, Piper.” He whispered into my hairline as I gripped onto his shoulders. “You’re clenching my fingers so tight.”
“Feels so good, Harry.” I whimpered. “Wanna cum.”
“Are you close?” He asked, a teasing lilt to his voice. “My girl is so greedy, isn’t she? Gonna cum before I properly fuck her with my fingers becuase she wants it so bad, isn’t that right?”
“Yes.” I gasped against his throat. “I need to cum, Harry. It feels so good and I can’t...I need it, baby. Please let me cum.”
“Take it.” He said, sliding his free hand up to my hip. “Take it from me, Piper. Make yourself cum for me sweet pea.”
I felt my thighs clamping as he pressed harder against my clit, my hips stilling against his hand as he stroked that spongy spot inside of me. I felt my walls clenching down around his digits, my whole body warm as my mouth fell open. It was better than any orgasm I had ever experienced on my own and it had me crying out into the skin of his neck. He brushed his hand up my back, slowly slipping my fingers out as I started to come down. 
“You’re so good.” he whispered. “That was perfect, darling. Did so well for me, didn’t you, pea?” 
“That was nice.” I mewled. “Thank you, thank you-”
“Gonna treat you so good tomorrow, darling.” He promised, a sharp edge to his voice. “Gonna spend hours with my head between those pretty thighs and then I’m gonna fuck you like you want. Gonna have you screaming for me, sweet pea.”
I whimpered into his neck, nodding. 
“I want that.” I whispered. 
My eyes felt heavy as he started to pull my pants back up. 
“I love you so much, H.” I whispered, my eyes slipping shut as he covered me up. “Love you, darling.”
“I love you more, pea.” he whispered. “Go to sleep, baby. I’ll be right here when you wake up.”
I drifted off to the sound of Harry’s voice, my face snuggling into his shirt. 
This was all I ever needed. 
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Louis pulls Harry closer by the belt loops. Harry could feel his breath warm against his neck as he brushes his lips against his skin. “You know... I don’t care if you kiss other people.”
Harry smiles as he feels Louis’ stubble scratch against his neck. “I know you don’t, but-”
He stifles a moan as Louis bites down gently on the soft surface of his skin. “You can kiss other people too-”
Louis pauses to look at him pointedly. “I know I can.”
“Well, have you?” Harry asks, his brows furrowed.
“What’s it to you?” Louis retorts with a smirk. “You’re the one I’m kissing now.”
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“Yeah, I want that,” he breathes. “Want you to take care of me.”
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His head lolls to the side, and his eyes float open to focus on what used to be his bedside table.
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"It’s your birthday tomorrow! And your papa better not do anything to muck it up! Because your dada worked very hard to organise it! And all of your aunties and grannies and granddads and friends will be there!” Louis continued in a sweet sing-song voice that seemed to get increasingly frantic as he continued. “And if your papa is in rut, then what? What’ll we do, honey girl? Your dada will be too busy! And your papa will be too horn-”
“Louis,” Harry interrupted, touching Louis’ arm. “I’ll be okay. It’s probably not even my rut. I can appreciate you… all of you… even when I’m not in rut.”
Louis looked at him skeptically, imagining the shitshow that would be Harry in rut, surrounded by family and friends, at their child’s first birthday party. “I hope you’re right, H.”
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He’s scrolling through his phone as this nervous energy consumes him. He feels like he’s on the edge of something. If he falls, he doesn’t think he’d ever make it back. He catches himself staring at his weather app. It’s sunny where his ex is.
It’s sunny here too.
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✰ say a little prayer: an outtake ✰
*a harry-centric drabble from sleeping on our problems taking place the five days after louis told harry about the baby.
(obviously: major spoilers from the fic!
a birthday present for @louislyrics <3 thank you for asking the question that sparked this!
The door shuts behind Louis with a dull thud, silence echoing as Harry stares at the wood, mouth still dropped open with his protest lingering on his lips. 
A wave of nausea rises in him, strengthened only by his disbelief, confusion, and slowly festering panic. 
Pregnant. Louis is pregnant. 
With his baby. 
The panic grows, tightening in his chest and filling his lungs. He exhales jaggedly, hands shaking as he sits down on his bed stiffly and places them on his knees, bracing himself.
He’s twenty. He’s twenty years old and he’s gone and knocked up an omega. He’s just recently been picked as captain. The season is picking up soon and he’s got classes and responsibilities and he’s knocked up an omega. 
A product of him and Louis has been planted in Louis’ stomach and will grow into a living breathing human after just nine and a half months. The white gap on his wall between his window and a poster sears into his burning eyes as he stares blankly. 
He doesn’t realize someone has entered his room until a hand lands on his shoulder, jerking him out of his tense actions. Liam’s face slowly comes into view when he glances down, a worried furrow between his brow. 
His mouth is open too, closing and widening as if pronouncing syllables and words, trying to communicate - except Harry can hardly hear a word through the thundering of his heart, deafening in his ears and making his vision go blurry. 
“Harry,” Liam says, maybe for the fifth or dozenth time, “Harry, are you okay?” 
Opening his mouth, he is unable to respond. Is he okay? Is he okay after finding out he’s going to be a father when he’s only twenty years old? 
And it’s like - Harry has always known he wants children, wants to find a nice omega and settle down and put a baby or a bunch of babies in them. He wants to have a family. He gets off on the idea, for fuck’s sake. But it’s different having it sprung on him so suddenly. It’s different because he’s not ready. Not even close. 
He’s Captain for fuck’s sake. He’s got a year to play well and play hard to up his chances of being drafted to a good team in the summer. Not to mention, an entire team not to let down. Hockey is his life - it’s been his life since he first got onto the ice at eight years old and fuck, he wants it to continue being his life for a long time. 
“H, you’re worrying me, what’s wrong?” Liam continues, sounding completely bewildered. Harry can’t blame him. He’s Harry - always cool headed, calm, and driven. Not much rattles him, though it’s safe to say this definitely has. 
“Liam,” he says slowly, voice hoarse. He forces himself to make eye contact with the fellow alpha, taking a deep shuddery breath. “Liam, I’m going to be a dad.” 
He watches as the words process and Liam’s face morphs into one of disbelief. He watches as Liam looks at him, face pale once he sees the tears in Harry’s eyes and the raw honesty on his face. He watches as he realizes it’s the truth. 
Fumbling for words, Liam sits down on the bed beside him. “Um,” he starts, giving Harry an anxious look. 
Shaking his head, Harry explains properly. He reminds Liam about Louis, the omega he hooked up with at their end-of-summer party and who helped him with his rut. He tells him that Louis wants to keep the baby. “I mean, s’his body, his choice, of course,” he says panickedly. “But he also wants to know if I want to be involved and-” He cuts off, unable to continue. 
Liam is silent for a bit. “What’re you going to do?” he asks eventually, voice soft and gentle. 
It’s still enough for Harry to break. Suddenly he’s crying into his hands, shaking because he has no fucking idea what he’s going to do. He’s twenty - he’s twenty years old and he has no fucking idea what he’s doing. 
He thinks of Louis. Sweet and beautiful Louis who’s caught his eye more than any omega he’s ever met, who his inner alpha feels an inexplicable pull towards, against his mind’s wishes. If he hadn’t been so dedicated to hockey, he wonders how things might have been between them. If this would be playing out a little differently. 
Most of all he wonders how Louis isn’t in pieces like him. He’s the same age as Harry and yet he was so sure - so certain of this new permanent fixture in his life. 
Even when he left, face crumpled and close to tears much to the torment of his inner alpha, there was no trace of regret or doubt in his face. He wants to keep the baby. He’s okay with being a mother and raising a child. 
Meanwhile Harry feels like he’s going to puke. He keeps crying, letting Liam awkwardly pat his back and murmur semi-encouraging words, struggling to handle an emotionally distressed Harry when he’s never even seen him cry before today. But Harry soaks up the little bit of comfort Liam offers, closing his eyes shut and wanting to scream because the ultrasound picture  he left on his desk is still branded across his eyelids. 
One thing’s for sure, he needs to make a decision here. But first he has to come to terms with it. 
-
Harry wakes up on Sunday morning and almost forgets the revelation of the evening before. 
He told Liam to tell their frat brothers he was feeling ill and would be eating in his room. Then he proceeded to have his dinner, which was tasteless and overall unappealing to him, while staring aimlessly at his laptop screen where Criminal Minds was playing. He remembers nothing of the two episodes he watched, putting his laptop on the nightstand and yanking his clothes off so he can sleep about three hours earlier than usual. 
Though he forgets, it comes back to him like a knife to the chest when he glances at his desk where the ultrasound is sitting, black and white little blob and all. He sucks in a breath and then exhales through his nose, heading to the door and slamming the door shut behind him.
Liam must have told the others to leave him alone because no one comes up to tell him good morning or complain about current chore assignments. He’s sure he’s radiating frustrated pheromones as he grabs some cereal and an energy drink. 
There’s a morning practice in half an hour so Harry brings his breakfast upstairs with him, eating as he gets dressed and grabs his stuff. 
He stares at the ultrasound as he gathers his gear, eyes latched onto it even when he’s stuffing everything in his duffel along with his water bottle, before turning his head and looking away. He pushes it all down. 
Striving to the door, he hesitates, glancing back at the desk. With an exhausted sigh, he walks back to the desk.
After spending the entire morning avoiding the elephant in the room, it all comes rushing back to him, a heavy weight in his lungs making it hard for him to breathe. But he makes himself look at the paper, lets himself study the small blob in the middle that will be his and Louis’ pup.
His pup. His child. 
He wonders what they’d look like. Would they look more like him or Louis? He imagines a baby in his head but its face flashes between Louis’ delicate features and his sharper ones, Louis’ big blue eyes and his green ones, Louis’ soft smile and his own. 
“Harry,” Liam says, knocking gently on the door. He’s cautious as he reminds Harry that they have to get to practice.
Harry nods, gnawing on his lip. “I’ll meet you down there,” he murmurs, not moving his eyes from the ultrasound picture. There’s traces of Louis’ scent on it, sweet ripe strawberries. So lovely and intoxicating and so much deeper now. Deeper because of the baby. He glances at Liam who hasn’t left, a concerned frown on his face. “I’m fine,” he swears, voice lowering to a whisper. 
Liam dips his head to his chest in acknowledgment and backs out of the room. 
Heart fluttering painfully, Harry realizes that he just spent five minutes thinking about his child and not panicking. 
Examining the black and white sheet carefully, he folds it gently and tucks it into his jacket pocket. It sits there like a promise through the entire day. 
-
Harry spends the next couple of days going through his normal routines and attending classes and practice completely dazed. He zones out during lectures, mind wandering to heartbeats and tiny limbs. He’s distant with his frat brothers and absent from his friends; ignoring text messages and Snapchats and cutting all interactions with everyone, except Liam, short. His mind is constantly spinning with thoughts of ultrasounds, parenting, and panic. 
How is he expected to talk to people normally when a lump the size of a boulder is clawing up his throat and fighting to spill out, his thoughts utterly consumed by something the size of a cherry. 
(A size of a cherry. That’s what the internet said when he googled information on babies at 9 weeks in the middle of Music Theory. Itty bitty. Just bigger than the pad of his thumb.)
He’s distracted in practice and everyone notices, including Coach, who pulls him aside during a practice game to tell him off for being sloppy. He’s captain for fuck’s sake and the season is just kicking off. He can’t afford to be so spaced out - he’s lectured on this point over and over, head ducked and shame curling in his stomach. 
And yet, he can’t stop himself from pulling the picture out of his pocket during class or practice or in the middle of the night when he wakes up staring at the ceiling, while his insecurities and nerves whirl around him like a never ending nightmare. 
The folds grow cracked and worn with the amount of times he opens and refolds the paper; looking, staring, and memorizing the lines of his future pup as his heart beats painfully. 
On Wednesday, three days after he found out, he calls his mom.
She answers with a, “Hey, lovey,” like she always does, chipper and happy.
Harry swallows, closing his eyes. When he speaks, his voice shakes. “Mom, I have something to tell you.” 
As if sensing the panic in his voice, her response is soft and encouraging. “You can tell me anything, darling.”
“I don’t want you to be disappointed,” he whispers. 
“You’ve never disappointed me and you never will,” she says easily, sounding confused and curious. 
It doesn’t make him feel any better. His stomach is twisting painfully when he finally works up the courage to blurt it out. “I got someone pregnant.” 
His mother’s shock is palpable, bleeding through the phone and seeping into his skin until he’s flinching, the hitch in her breathing almost deafening to his ringing ears. 
Before he knows it, his tears are brimming again. 
“Mom,” he says desperately. “Say something.” 
“Harry,” she says. “Oh my god.”
Needless to say, he starts crying again. The whole story comes tumbling out and his mother is achingly indecipherable, asking him questions about if they used protection (no, but Louis had been on birth control) and how far along Louis is (9 weeks and 4 days as far as Harry knows) and how well they know each other (“Not well at all,” he had been forced to admit). 
“Honey,” she starts, voice gentle but firm. “I’m your mother and you know I always want the best for you. But you also know I’ll never bullshit you, which is why I feel comfortable telling you that there’s a right and wrong decision to make here and I swear to God, Harry Edward Styles, that if you choose the wrong path - the coward’s path, I will come up there and -”
“Mom, I’m not abandoning him,” he interrupts, gaping. “What the fuck?”
“I know you’re not,” she scoffs. “I meant if you choose not to have a joint-custody. I know you, darling, and I know how much you’d regret it if you let one of your own flesh and blood slip through your fingers even when you’re as young as you are.”
“I…” He trails off, swallowing. “How am I supposed to raise a child when I want to be in the NHL?”
“How is this omega supposed to carry a child while attending classes and living his own life?” she counters. “I’ll tell you how. You figure it out. You work your ass off and you come up with solutions and you never give up. When it comes to family, you can move mountains if need be.” 
Harry exhales, words embedding themselves into his skin and sticking there. He nods even though she can’t see him. She’s right. She’s completely right. It’s been four days and his pup is still just an embryo but he’s already attached. He’s in too deep and there’s no way he can settle for anything less than as much as he can get. “What about weekends?” he suggests.
“Weekends,” Anne repeats. “Is that what you want?” 
He takes his time to respond, mulling it over and considering every option. Is it possible for me to do this? he thinks. Is it possible that he can live and breathe hockey and other obligations while still being a father that his pup deserves?
In the end, it’s an easy question to answer. 
“Yes,” he says, no signs of hesitance or doubt in his voice. “It’s what I want.”
“I’m glad to hear that, darling. So glad. But I also need you to understand. Being a parent will change your life forever - it’s the most satisfying and fulfilling and beautiful thing, but it’s hard. Looking after another human being is a full-time commitment and I know you want kids, but it’s different when you’re actually having them.”
“I know,” he says. He’ll need to do research and tag along to appointments and be as involved as he can. He’ll need to find time for his pup - make time for them - both before and after they’re born. “I’ll do my best.”
“And I don’t care if you and this omega are nothing but strangers,” she continues fiercely. “That child is half yours and this omega will be carrying it for the both of you these next nine months. You better be there trying to make it even a little bit easier for him every step of the way.”
He sputters. “Of course,” he says, defensive. “I would hope you’d expect better of me than that.”
“And I’d hope I raised you well enough that you’ll treat this omega as good as if he were your own omega and support him as much as possible,” she says.
“You did, I will,” he argues, brows furrowing. He thinks about Louis and how much discomfort, pain, and struggles he’ll have to endure over his pregnancy and how he knows he’ll handle it brilliantly. Because Louis is smart and determined and he’s going to be a brilliant mother. 
He knows it. 
“I love you and I’m proud of you,” his mother says after a beat, voice softening. “And I’ll be here for you whenever you need me, honey. Just a few hours away. For you and Louis.”
It’s the first time she’s said his name out loud and Harry’s heart does a funny thing at the sound. “I love you too,” he says belatedly. 
“Robin’s going to be home in a few minutes, so stay on,” she says. “I want you to be the one to tell him the news. You have to tell your sister too, but maybe in a little bit. I don’t want to overwhelm you, darling. But how long do you think is the appropriate time to wait before telling the relatives?”
Harry can’t help but smile as she rambles on but it fades as his earlier worries return. She wants to tell the relatives but Harry’s still scrambling to process, to believe. 
“Mom,” he says, voice ragged. 
“Yes, lovey?” she asks softly, sensing his distress.  
“Do you think I’ll be a good dad?” he breathes, wiping a stray tear with the back of his hand. He hears his mother’s shocked inhale before she’s crying too, telling Harry of course, darling, the best dad in the entire world. 
And Harry, through his tears and worries and anguish, believes her. He can feel it in his bones, in his mind, in his heart. He will be. For his pup, he’d be anything. 
They stay on the phone for hours. 
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It’s Thursday afternoon, five days after he found out, and Harry’s staring at the creased and wrinkled ultrasound picture - staring at his future - when he pulls out his phone and writes out a text. 
Hey Louis...
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this is one of quite a few drabbles i have on a list for already-posted fics and the first one i’ve actually finished (whoops) - hopefully i’ll get to the others too!! :) this was really fun for me to write and i hope it was nice to read :)
thank you @soldouthaz and chelsea for looking this over for me! <33
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The Left Side of the Butterfly - Part IV
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Warnings: Violence, mentions of drugs, injury
Word Count: 1436
A/N: Please take care before you read, ALSO i'm sorry it took me so long to get this out ;-; please forgive me :( last time i posted it was like May ;-; I sorry ,, Love you x -Salty
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You woke up to Gemma sobbing at about 03:24. You got up and walked to the guest room where Gemma was staying and you slowly walked through the door and sat on the bed. The bed was pressed against the wall with a window next to it.
Gemma flipped over at the sudden pressure on the opposite side of the bed. She wiped her face with her sleeve, sat up and looked at you. You opened your arms and Gemma collapsed into your arms, and continued to sob.
She spoke into your chest but you couldn’t understand through the muffling and crying. You rubbed her back, you knew the pain she was experiencing, you had gone through a similar thing because of Beau.
Gemma eventually fell back to sleep in your arms, you didn’t want to disturb her sleeping so you stayed and held her while she slept.
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In the morning Harry had noticed you were gone and looked in the bathroom, and around and eventually Gemma’s room. He opened the door and leaned in the doorway gazing at his girlfriend and little sister.
Gemma was gonna spend a lot of time with you and Harry because as a 19 year old she couldn’t support herself. You paid her enough she just wasn’t smart with money yet. She gets her hair done and nails done every few weeks.
You kept sleeping next to Gemma instead of Harry because you knew how it felt. You knew what she was experiencing. Laying in a cold bed with no one around to comfort you. Sleepless nights.
Mornings after Harry found you in Gemma’s room he looks at you leaning in the doorway. Harry loved the way that you “mummied” Gemma, the way you cooked for her and brought it to her room. The way you assured her that it’s gonna be ok. You occasionally switched places in the the morning so you can make breakfast.
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A few weeks after the incident, Gemma slowly but surely started to move around her room and the apartment. She hadn’t been seen by anyone since that day. You still comforted Gemma a lot, you slowly but surely let her spread her wings again.
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Its been months and Gemma is just about fully functioning again with minor breaks in between. She smiled a bit more now and was caught back up with the running.
Its a new week and you've got a shipment coming in and you need all hands on deck, Louis, Zayn, Gemma, Harry, Mitch, Sarah and You. Multiple different drugs,good ones that you sell on the street to dealers.
“On my go! Backpacks, first aid, and your good running shoes! Louis your taking the truck to the docks Gemma, Sarah jump in the back and strap yourselves in, we leave as soon as it gets dark!” You yell across the empty room with the few people you need. You check the time and peek through the blinds and smirk smugly, it's time and you're about to make a shit ton of money.
You gather everyone and secure everyone's bag with hair ties. You grab Harry and hug him putting your head on his chest with your face facing away from anyone, you let him hold you there gently and you look up and smile at him letting him lean down and kissing you. This was the calm before the storm.
You assembled your team, told Louis where he was going and putting the girls in the back. Zayn and Mitch were to take an alternate route to the docks but they would meet a few blocks before they got there. You and Harry always stick together, even before he was your boyfriend. It was like a superstition almost.
The sun had finally set and the street lights had turned on, it was time to go. You gathered your team and hugged them, and they were on their way, Louis and the girls got in the truck and Mitch and Zayn had already started on they're way. You looked over at harry,
“Are you sure you want to go?” You ask him walking closer to him and putting your hand on his older scar near his tattoo.
“Yes love, this is big and after the run in you had with niall I want to be there,” he replied to you smiling then reaching for your hands, “I want to go with you.”
You smiled at him and nodded squeezing his hands before letting them go. You handed him a backpack and you and him were on your way. You ran around Cars and jumped on a subway for one stop hopping the gates so you didn't have to pay. When you two got off you booked it up the stairs and ran down the street. You felt something was missing, you stopped in your tracks and turned around.
“H? H?” You panicked realizing he was gone, “HARRY?!” then you felt a tap on your shoulder and sighed in relief then looked up and hugged him, “You're supposed to run WITH ME!” you yelled at him while pushing him.
“Sorry love,” he apologized and grabbed your hand “let's go then we don't wanna make them wait right?” You nodded at his statement and grabbed his hand running with him.
You finally made it to the docks with Harry, Mitch, and Zayn. Louis backed the truck as close to the docks as possible. You met the little boat that carried the goods which you would soon distribute. The boys went to go help the girls and get ready to load up, You went to meet the person you were buying from and had the 7 backpacks full of cash, approximately 10 grand in each. You waited for the person to get off the boat so you looked down at your phone. When the person got off the boat you looked up, god damnit, why, just why? its always him.
Niall.
“Y/N, pleasure to see you here.” He said with a disgusting grin across his face.
“Niall.” you said back to him between your teeth.
“Do you know how sexy scars are to me?” he says to you with the same grin painted across his face.
“wh-” he stops you and pulls his gun on you. You put your hands in front of you and close your eyes in response. He walks towards you and grabs your chin.
“Open your eyes darling,” he tells you and you do. Praying for him to not to kill you too. You look him right in the eyes, you teared up with fear,
“P-please…” you beg barely making it out, he’s crazy and you know it.
Niall looks at you up and down smirking and pulling his gun on you and pulls the trigger and it hit your side going in and out quickly, you freeze and grab Niall falling to your knees tearing his shirt as you fall.
The loud band pulled everyones attention away from what they were doing, Mitch ran to the ledge looking over at you and Niall and cursing under his breath staring down Zayn and Louis to help him then motioning the girls to keep Harry with them. They jumped over the railing onto the lower dock and pulled their guns, Zayn pulling his trigger and getting him in the shoulder. Louis went over to you and pulled you away from Niall clutching you under the arms and you leave a smear of blood across the dock. You panted heavily and cried clutching where you've been shot.
“P-please don't let me die!” you cried out grabbing one of louis arms with one hand, you blinked slowly. “Wh-where’s Har-ry? …P-please I need him…” you said slurring your words, Louis looked up at Zayn signaling to go get him and bring him down for you and shrugs. At this point you were pale laying in louis lap fading in and out of consciousness breathing slower ith mitch trying to take care of your wound and trying to stop the bleeding.
Harry sprints over to you with Zayn trailing a bit behind him.
“Y’N!” he yelled for you. Panic filled his soft green eyes making them cold and panicked. He dropped to his knees next to you and replaced where Louis had sat.
“M’right here love, m’right here, y’gonna be okay…” he said to you reassuring you. At this point you were quite pale, you looked up and him and took your hand away from where you were shot and put it on his upper arm and whispered,
“Please don't let me die… “
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a bagel for all seasons
“You know what I think?” Shawn asks with a trademark grin. “I think we’re growing on you. Admit it, big city lawyer, this small town isn’t so bad.”
Niall cackles. He should hold back more, since he is leaving soon, but he likes this confident, joking side of Shawn, so he relents.
“It’s not so bad here,” he admits. “Can’t get a bagel to save my life, but the people are friendly.”
Niall is a lawyer from the big city who’s sent to a small town to get paperwork signed for his firm’s biggest client. He only expected to be there for one night, but the longer his stay lasts, the more he starts to fall in love with the town and its cast of quirky characters.
One in particular.
A Shiall Hallmark Christmas AU.
i fell in, i’m falling, i’m for you
And that’s when he sees him.
Illuminated by the bright morning light pouring through the windows, clad in ugly corduroy pants and an embroidered green jacket with what looks like a purse slung over his shoulder, and totally unaware of Zayn’s presence. His ex-boyfriend. Harry. Or H, as he used to call him back in the days when he thought they’d stay together forever. Maybe even get married. Have the houseful of kids that Harry had always wanted.
Fuck. Harry.
When Zayn gets a job teaching at the same school where his ex Harry works, he realizes he wants a second chance. Now he just has to do something about it.
i must admit i thought i’d like to make you mine
Louis fell apart when her ex broke up with her and moved across the country. Just as she’s starting to move on, Zayn comes back to town for their mutual friends’ wedding – with a new girlfriend as her plus one.
Blindsided and scrambling to save face, Louis lets herself get talked into a fake relationship with her new friend Harry. Their arrangement makes Louis feel pathetic and embarrassed, but it’s only going to last a few weeks. She just has to get through the wedding – what could happen?
if i’m being honest
Niall is perfectly happy in her dating life, always finding a reason to break things off before her relationships get serious. When she finally gets a chance with Harry, her dream girl, their friend Louis makes her promise to give her a real chance. The only problem is that Harry has a cat… and Niall is not a cat person. Instead of running like she usually does, Niall has to figure out how to live with an adorable menace. And when it starts to feel like love, Niall has to decide: Is she ready for the real thing?
Inspired by Must Be Love.
making my way downtown
“Bye, Harry!”
“See you tomorrow, hon!”
Harry turns in the doorway and waves before he hitches the strap of his backpack over his shoulder and steps out onto the pavement. He tries to ignore the pang of regret after he couldn’t muster a smile, knowing that the middle-aged women he works with love him and won’t hold it against him. The walk from the bakery to his apartment takes almost an hour, which is usually brutal after being on his feet for a full shift, but he decides to skip the bus today. Maybe the sunshine and light breeze will lift the mood that had taken a nosedive when he checked his phone after getting off work.
So Louis didn’t text him back. So what?
So fucking everything.
please forgive me if my lips quake
Hi ! Got your number from your cat Lou. Just want to make sure they’re not lost, only visiting
Harry's pet cat wing-womans her into a date.
we should open up (before it’s all too much)
“I’m not–” Harry breaks off, his voice strangled as he clutches his phone in his hand. He takes a breath and looks up, trying to keep the tears threatening to spill over at bay. “Louis, I’m not very good company these days. I–”
“Harry,” Louis interrupts, his raspy voice soft and soothing. “I get it. Sometimes it’s just easier to be alone, yeah?”
Harry nods, blinking back the last of his tears.
“But it can get lonely,” Louis states. Harry nods again even though it wasn’t a question, finally looking back at him. “So why don’t we try being alone, together?”
Struggling with grieving and depression since his dad died, Harry has never felt so alone. It’s too much to cope with on his own, but he feels like a burden when he tries to open up with people.
Then he meets Louis.
you came into my life
They stand around talking for a minute and then Jonathan starts to ramble, “Has there ever been, like, an unrequited gay love story in here? Like a Brokeback Mountain moment where, like, someone just fell in love and they didn’t mean to?”
Louis feels bile rise in his throat as Jonathan’s eyes sparkle, pleading for a yes. He manages to look around and see thoughtful looks on his coworkers’ faces before their heads shake no.
“Not here,” Liam says finally.
When the Queer Eye cast and crew sweep into Louis’ small town and fire station to make over his best friend and coworker Liam, Louis’ carefully constructed walls start to fall down and he has to face his fears – and the only guy he’s ever been able to see a future with.
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New Man - T. Holland
@starshonerose and I love Tom Holland a bunch and this kinda just exploded into my brain when I was listening to King Ed Sheeran.
Hope y’all like this! I was happy about it when I finished it but idk how y’all will feel!
Original story by Sarcastically-defensive17
Send in a request if you want! (And if you don’t mind waiting while I drown in uni work)
Anthony was... something. He was a careless boyfriend, a liar, a cheater, and just an all round twat.
Tom couldn’t help the anger he felt every time he saw his overworked, muscular arm wrapped around Y/N’s waist.
I heard he spent five hundred pounds on jeans, goes to the gym at least six times a week.
Sure, Tom worked out. A lot. He was Spider-Man, he had a physique to uphold, but Anthony was something else.
Letting Y/N go was one of the worst decisions he had made. They didn’t part on bad terms, they simply didn’t have time for each other and decided it was best to break up.
Now, he can’t help but wish he was Anthony, and wish he didn’t have to hear about her new man.
Wears both shoes with no socks on his feet and I hear he's on a new diet at watches what he eats. He's got his eyebrows plucked and his asshole bleached; owns every single Ministry CD.
The man was the definition of a douche bag, and Tom knew his only chance was to remind Y/N of the woman she was before Anthony worked his way into her life.
The type of woman that she would pride herself on being.
Tribal tattoos and he don't know what it means but I heard he makes you happy, so that's fine by me.
Being Harrison’s little sister, she was around a lot. And so was Anthony. He couldn’t deny how obviously happy he made her, and that in turn made him happy.
Sure, he was determined to get through to the woman, but if she told him to back off then he would listen to her.
Still lookin' at your Instagram and I'll be creepin' a lil'. I'll be tryin' not to double tap, from way back ‘cause I know that's where the trouble's at.
“If you are looking through my sisters Instagram again, mate, I may have to smack you,” He heard Harrison’s voice ring through their shared house.
Somehow his best friend always knew that he was creeping on the old memories they shared.
“Can’t help it,” tom mumbled. He knew he shouldn’t, but he couldn’t help but notice how much happier she looked when she was his. Before she found Anthony.
He can’t help but think she is faking her happiness.
Let me remind you of the days when you used to hold my hand, and when we sipped champagne out of cider cans. I guess if you were Louis Lane, I wasn't Superman just a young boy tryin' to be loved so let me give it to ya.
His heart basically stopped one night when a notification chimes on his phone. A DM from Y/N’s Instagram account. His heart raced, trying to figure out if he accidentally liked a picture from long ago.
The message was simple: You busy? I can’t stop thinking about you.
She tried to convince him to spend the night with her, and he was considering it, until he remembered that she was with Anthony. He hated the man, but he knew it wasn’t right.
This isn’t the type of person Y/N is. How unhappy is she?
I don't wanna know about your new man 'cause if it was meant to be you wouldn't be callin' me up tryin' to... 'Cause I'm positive that he don't wanna know about me.
A few days after, Harrison spent the day with his sister, consoling her after an intense argument with her significant other.
Tom didn’t know what it was about, but he was ready to pull his brown hair out in frustration when the following day the two were all over Instagram professing their love for one another.
Yet, Tom still receives messages from her, reminiscing on their relationship and subtly flirting. He couldn’t help but let his feelings flow through his fingertips and engage in the flirtatious comments.
I don't wanna know about your new man; We'll get there eventually. I know you're missin' all this kind of love but I'm positive that he don't wanna know about me.
She was so different. He noticed how unhappy she was deep down. She hid it well. How she would spend hours forcing herself to slim down. She changed her diet, he noticed that she was selling the near hundreds of books that she had read countless of times.
It was like she became a new woman for Anthony.
He had just hoped she made the changes for herself.
You were the type of girl who sat beside the water readin', eatin' a packet of crisps, but you will never find you cheatin'. Now you're eatin' kale, hittin' the gym keepin' up with Kylie and Kim.
He took the plunge and knocked on her door one afternoon. He was met with her, wearing athletic wear and a frown deeply set on her lips that he had always admired.
“What’s going on, Y/N?” He practically barged his way in. “Anthony here?”
She shook her head, following him as he took a seat on the lounge.
“He’s out with some work mates.”
He gazed around the house. It was as if Y/N didn’t live there. The comfortable quirkiness that used to inhabit every room she occupied was fading, and he hated it.
“What’s going on?” He repeated his question, eyeing her carefully as she dropped her gaze to her feet.
“Nothing? What do you mean?” Her voice was soft, and her posture radiated discomfort.
He wanted nothing more than to pull her to him and hold her like he would before.
He should never have let her go.
“What happened to my Y/N?” He was sad. He was angry. He was frustrated. He was worried.
“I’m not your Y/N, Tom. There’s nothing wrong with me.”
“Why’re you selling your books?”
“Don’t need ‘em.”
“Why?”
She huffed through her nose, “what is your point, Tom? I have stuff to do.”
“My point, darling, is that you are a completely different person,” he stood, placing his hands on her shoulders softly. “What is going on?”
She refused to meet his eyes, instead stalking off to the kitchen where he noticed a distinct lack of real food.
Y/N was the type of girl who loved to indulge in a greasy burger or chips from the local fish and chip shop. Now, all Tom could find was protein shakes, weight loss supplements, kale. His face contorted in confusion.
She noticed Tom eyeing the open pantry, and the grocery bags full of vegetables.
“Anthony convinced me to try this new diet. Said it wouldn’t hurt to lose a few kilos,” her voice was quiet, fearing the reaction from the brown eyed man.
“He told you to lose weight?”
She nodded softly, eyes downcast.
“You’re joking.”
“Nope.”
“If Harrison knew about this-“
“Harrison won’t know about anything tom!” She snapped, her eyes meeting his. He practically melts at the view, despite the fierce look on her face. “There is nothing for him to know because nothing is wrong.”
He pulled his brows together, frowning at the woman who he knew deserved so much better.
“Y/N, he is trying to change you! You are already so different to the person I know you are and it’s scaring me. You aren’t the type of girl to waste her time trying diets and dressing up just to post a photo to Instagram. You are the type of woman that is who she is. You’re the woman that prefers to be comfortable and happy rather than lose a few kilos and put your health at risk.” He had moved a lot closer to her now. His hands were on her face, wiping a tear away that she didn’t realize had fallen. “You’re the woman I am in love with.”
That struck a nerve inside of Y/N. She wasn’t angry, nor was she upset. She was simply confused.
She had tried for so long to move on from Tom, as they both decided they needed to focus on their own lives, especially with Tom traveling here and there to film.
She found Anthony when she was at her lowest and she can’t bear to lose another man that she had in her life. She couldn’t tell herself that she loved Anthony. She knew her heart still belonged to Tom, but she was determined to try to move on.
But Tom’s words through a metaphorical spanner in the works.
Okay, you need to be alone
And if you wanna talk about it, you can call my phone
“I-,” her voice was shaky, her mind racing to think of what to say. All she knew was that his hands on her face was conflicting her thoughts. She shrugged him off, “I need you to go. I need to be alone, Tom. Please.”
He nodded silently, moving towards the door before pausing.
“If you need me, give me a ring, Y/N. I mean it. You deserve better than him.”
I just thought I would tell you, 'cause you oughta know. You're still a young girl tryin' to be loved, so let me give it to ya.
The late nights messages stopped for a few days, until one night a simple message read: “Am I really that different now?”
His heart broke as he apologised to her. He didn’t mean to upset her that badly, he simply wanted her to acknowledge that Anthony was changing her so much. The man grew more controlling as the days went on; even limiting her from visiting her brother because of Tom and his brothers being around.
Everybody was quickly getting fed up.
Baby, I'm not tryin' to ruin your week, but you act so differently, when you're with him, I know you're lonely.
The messages ended in a phone call, Y/N’s sob filled voice flowing through the receiver and Tom whispering sweet nothings and reassurances through the device.
“Darling, you don’t need to stay with him,” he told her. He kept his voice low as to not alert Harrison to their call.
If he found out his sister was in such a tough spot with her controlling boyfriend, he sure as hell wouldn’t let it go on without his fist connecting with Anthony’s face.
“I don’t know, Tom. He loves me,” she replied, her voice as turning up in a question at her last word.
He simply sighed, “If you decide you want to leave him, you know where to go.”
He told her the same thing every time he ended a phone call.
Please remember you're still free to make the choice and leave. Don't call me up, you need to show me.
Almost a week later, a soft knock reverberated through the wooden door, and Tom opened it to revel Y/N in one of her oversized shirts and skinny jean combos that he adored so much.
She smiled wider than he had seen in the entire time she had been with Anthony.
“I broke up with him. He didn’t want me to see you anymore because he saw our messages. I couldn’t lose you again,” her voice was soft, the way it normally is. “You up for a burger?”
Tom’s beaming smile matched hers and pulled her into a bear hug.
His Y/N was back.
I don't wanna know about your new man
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The Hunter
Jack Rutherford x female reader
This is just a tester to see if I can write Jack Rutherford’s character from Code Vein (Amazing game). I’m not sure if I will continue writing for him but it all depends.
Feedback is appreciated please. Please enjoy.
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The Hunter. A person or animal that hunts. A killer that seeks out its prey and slaughters it without mercy. That was what Jack was known as. A shadow that many revenants feared to cross. And truthfully, he did not care. Why should he care what revenants think of him?
Shadows shrouded him as he watched a handful of Lost wander aimlessly for food, some fighting over some scrapes of a corpse that was more bone than flesh. This was what became of the once thriving city, nothing but a skeleton of what it was once. Disappointment tugged at him. As Jack turned away to leave, he heard something. A scream. His head turned towards the direction of the sound to see a small child sprinting with all their might as a handful of Lost chased after them. 
His grip of his sword tightened, normally Jack would turn away from this as he had Eva to take care of but something clawed at him to save this child. Using the roofs as an advantage point, Jack followed after them, a shadow gliding among the darkness. 
The small girl had reached a dead end within the park, the collapsed ledge falling down into an abyss that no one has escaped; once fallen they are never seen again. She turned away from the drop to see the Lost surrounding her, fear radiated off of her the way hunger radiated from the Lost that cornered her. Tears welled in her eyes, she was trapped. 
Just as Jack was about to leap from the shadows and attack, another figure beat him to it, seeming to materialise from the air with her weapon drawn to strike. The first Lost crumbled to ash, followed by a second one before the remaining could register what happened. This second figure -a [Hair colour] female- was fluent with her movements, almost bouncing one her feet to avoid the Lost’s attacks now that they have recovered from the little shock. 
Determination was burned into her face, even from his distance and through her filter mask, Jack could see it clear as day. However, despite her fluent movements and powerful strikes, she was still outnumbered. A shift of movement caught Jack’s attention, he turned to see the child watching the [Hair colour] woman fight, oblivious to the two Lost crawling from the cliff’s edge behind her. 
His sword drawn, Jack emerged from the shadows and brought his blade down on the Lost’s head, kicking its corpse off the ledge before decapitating the second one. The small girl, who also had [Hair colour] hair, looked up at him with admiration swirling around in her eyes. Jack didn’t stay to examine the girl as the older [Hair colour] one was knocked to the ground, her weapon kicked away from her as a Lost pinned her down, attempting to rip at her throat. 
In a swift movement, Jack’s blade sliced through the Lost’s neck, removing its head and forcing its body off of her. The remaining Lost were already nothing but dust. This woman was stronger than she appeared but she was outnumbered. She would have died if not for him. Her and the small girl. 
Before either of them could react, one final Lost leaped from ledge, its claws aiming for Jack’s head, ready to rip it from his shoulders when a yell was heard. [Name]’s weapon came swinging down onto the Lost’s head before Jack could slice his blade, shattering its skull against the ground and crumbling to dust. Beside where the Lost once was, was the small girl clutching onto the weapon the older woman was using. 
Jack was surprised. This young child, not even a teen, saw the danger before he did and terminated it, saving his life.  
Her [Eye colour] eyes locked onto his exposed eye, the determination that fuelled her fight remained present though it was calm, like a wildfire being tamed and controlled into a soft, gentle candle. No rage, no anger, just a soft warmth of light to comfort one. She tore her gaze away from him when the small girl spoke. 
“[Name]!” the small girl lept into the older girl’s -[Name]’s- arms, wrapping them around her tightly as if the Lost would return and snatched her away from her. [Name] held onto the child with just as much love, a protective hold. At this little display, it was safe to assume they were sisters, that and their resemblance.    
“Amelia, I’m so glad you’re okay.” [Name] said, her hold tightening on the young girl but not enough to harm her. “I thought I lost you for a moment.” Amelia pulled away enough to look at her older sister. 
“You nearly did, but then he saved me.” she rose her hand and pointed at Jack. [Name]’s gaze returned to him, taking in his appearance properly before her [Eye colour] orbs widened. Suddenly, she pulled her sister behind her, shielding her from him. 
“H-Hunter.” She lowered her head to him, bowing in an apologetic manner as if she had committed a great crime and wished for forgiveness. “Please, d-don’t hurt my sister. We didn’t mean to trouble you.” As she spoke, Jack tilted his head slightly. She has heard the tales of him, how he killed friend or foe without mercy. Amelia’s eyes glanced between her sister and him, seeming to struggle to understand her sister’s fear but not questioning it. 
Slowly, [Name] reached into a small pouch on her side, pulling out a Blood Bead and holding it out for him. This action surprised him somewhat. She was willing to sacrifice a Blood Bead in hopes that he would not harm them?
His hand rested on the Blood Bead and pushed it back towards her, earning a confused yet shocked look from her. “Keep it. You will need it more than I do.” he said to her. His gaze fell to Amelia who looked up at him with an innocent look he has not seen in this place for a long time. It... reminded him of Eva, in a way. 
“You just saved my life, Amelia.” He rose his hand and patted her [Hair colour] locks a little, making the little girl smile. He turned to [Name], picking her weapon up and handing it to her. She reached out and grabbed the handle but he didn’t release his grip. 
“Be careful out here. A place like this is nowhere for a young child.” she looked down slightly and he released his hold on her weapon. 
“I know. We were looking for a safe place to rest when the Lost attacked. I tried to protect Amelia but there were so many, so I told her to run.” Jack noticed how the small girl hugged her sister from the side. She fought to protect her little sister, willing to risk life and limb to keep her safe. Something he understood all too well. 
“There’s a place you can go. They’ll take you in without question.” he told her. He rose his hand and pointed towards the church where Louis and his friends had taken refuge. “There’s a church a few miles that way. Ask for Louis and tell him I sent you. He will take you in.” [Name] looked in the direction he pointed, a chance for a security for her little sister. No more running around for a safe place. 
She turned to him, “Thank you so, so much Hunter.” his lips twitched under his mask at this. A warmth brushed at his skin at that look in her [Eye colour] eyes. 
“My name is Jack Rutherford.” he told her before disappearing in a small mist of red. 
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eeveedel · 4 years
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For the thick alpha mafia: we know that louis in this au is v independent and strong, but can we see a scene where he’s suddenly vulnerable? (like when there’s a raid and he thinks h has been hurt). Or when Louis actually agrees to bond? x
This is more vulnerable Harry than Louis but I hope you enjoy it! Pls note this is copied from my RP with @houayloriana and I just edited it a bit; I wrote the stuff from Harry’s POV and she wrote Louis’s POV, so the viewpoints shift a bit and it’s not written like a normal fic. This is more meant to give y’all a taste of the AU we came up with together, so be kind xx
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Louis knew, logically, he should’ve been running for the hills, far away from this life and this man, try and salvage a way to forget about his missing little finger.Yet, he wanted to just lay with Harry, breathe him in.Louis quickly scurried to the master bathroom to wash his face with some warm water and peer around at what looked like to be a freshly cleaned and spruced bathroom, by one of his maids no doubt.He came back out to find Harry was still not there, so he climbed on his large bed, legs crossed, sitting upright and swimming in the large silk pajamas Harry has given him to wear. Even with the drawstring of the pants tightened all the way, his waist was still too small for it to wrap around completely.
Harry entered soon, and smiled to himself when he saw Louis sitting in his bed, surrounded in loose silk. He looked beautiful, so out of place in Harry’s big clothes, and yet it seemed to make perfect sense he was there.Louis looked at Harry, eyed tired and wide, vulnerable.“Lay with me.. please,” he asked softly, eyes flickering the open space on the bed next to him. “Please, sleep here with me..” he started to beg, uncaring if he sounded desperate. “I— I don’t want to be alone right now,” he sniffled, beginning to squirm with neediness.
Harry moved quickly to come over to the bed and kissed him.
“I’ll hold you, just lay down, sweetheart,” Harry coaxed. He pulled back the covers on the opposite side of the bed, moving next to Louis. He realized he chosen a side of the bed just for himself, always content to just sprawl in the middle of the mattress. He had never picked a side for his own bed, never had anyone to share it with.
Once he was under the covers Harry pulled Louis close to him, cradling his petite body. He knew Louis was small but had never felt him like this, so loose and dwarfed next to Harry’s own body.
Louis exhaled contentedly. He burrowed between Harry’s plush pectorals, inhaling his heady alpha scent. He nuzzled him, scented him, bringing his knees up to curl in slightly, small feet disappearing into the bottom of the silk pants. The nub where his little finger used to be throbbed, a dull pain radiating from there to his whole hand. The doctor had given him two small pills that seemed to dull it, a bottle of a few still sitting in the room he was examined for later.
He was a little fuzzy, from his fading adrenaline and being surrounded by his alphas scent. It was everywhere around him. His pajamas smelled of laundry detergent and him, his room smelling of cologne and his natural scent, bedsheets the same.Harry leaned down and nuzzled his nose into Louis’s shoulder. He still smelled so sweet, but his scent was laced with bitterness and fear, and it made Harry grip him tighter, digging his fingers into Louis’s back. There were guards in every nook and cranny of this house and its grounds, the worst thing that had happened to his home was a single broken window. But he felt like he was the last defense against Louis and anything in the outside world, he would do anything to protect him if he needed to. And still, his fingers shook a bit despite his tight grip, his nerves coming through.“This,” he started, and then swallowed, feeling his voice shake, “This is the first time I’ve had a b-b-boy in my b-bed,” he said, exhaling hard on the last word, rushing to get it out.Louis peered up at him blearily, eyebrows coming together slightly in a look of sympathy. He had no idea harry Harry a stutter. It sounded like more of a speech impediment than a casual fumble over words.“Oh, darling,” he exhaled the words, scooting up the bed slightly to put his face in his alphas warm neck, his pulse point throbbing erratically. “My sweet alpha,” he murmured gently, hand going to Harry’s messy head of curls, combing his fingers through it, all four of them.
Harry’s eyes and cheeks burned and he shook his head while the omega touched him and spoke to him so sweetly. Louis’s hand was so gentle in his hair, but Harry could feel where his hand had been bandaged and there was no longer a finger then. His stomach turned and he closed his eyes. “You got hurt because of me,” he said. The thought had been bouncing in his head for a long time, but it was bitter finally coming out. “I’m s—“The S lodged in his mouth, his tongue trapping it. He tried to purse his lips, coo, force it out like he had trained himself to do years ago. But his throat and tongue were both betrayed him, going stiff and choking him as he tried to speak.“S-s-s-s—“ he tried, and then squeezed his eyes shut again and whined weakly with frustration. He felt anger bubble inside him, but it wasn’t white hot rate, just frustration and underneath that, fear.He clung tightly to Louis’s fingers gripping at the loose fabric on the omega’s body, and he leaned in to breathe him in deep.“S-Sorry,” he finally breathed out.
Louis withdrew his face from Harry’s neck, hand still in his hair, looking at his alpha as he choked on the letter S, like he wanted it to come out, but somehow it was trapped in his mouth.
“Darling.. take your time,” he said softly, not even a touch antagonizing. He’d heard of people with speech impediments before, about stuttering and even those who had lisps or were completely mute. He had no idea Harry was one who had a stammer, and it make his frown deepen at the sight of Harry struggling to communicate with him. He’d figured Harry had trained himself or simply grown out of it, since he had no idea prior to this night, but the events had triggered it.
Harry felt dizzy and breathless with the effort of speaking, and he panted for a moment.“Done that since I was a k-kid,” he managed, swallowing hard after the last word. He felt his body tense, ready for Louis to laugh at him and tell him he was slow. He had heard it all before, but he didn’t know if he could survive it coming from Louis.“It’s— or for Pete’s sake, Harry, don’t you dare be ashamed, not for one second,” Louis scolded, hand moving from his hair to pet his scarred face, the keloid marks hard under his palm.He burrowed into Harry’s warmth, hands moving to caress both sides of the alphas face. He leaned in and pressed a tender kiss to his mouth, slow, no heat behind it, just a calm gesture of tenderness.He pulled away and pressed their foreheads together. He moved his head back and forth, rubbing their foreheads together in a gentle Eskimo kiss.Louis’s voice was a soft, gentle cooing as he spoke to harry, coaching him through his stuttering and comforting him. He touched Harry’s face gently, rubbing at his thick scar tissue and up over his stubble-covered cheeks. He came forward and kissed him gently, then rubbed their noses together in turn.
Harry wanted nothing more to melt into Louis’s touch, enjoy it fully. But instead he shut his eyes hard and felt a tear slip out, hot and angry. He felt hyper aware of the contrast between them, how Louis was so much smaller, prettier, and gentler than he was. And how he was injured, a part of him taken away he could never get back, and it was Harry’s fault. And Harry didn’t even have to balls or the tongue to tell Louis he loved him. He wanted to push Louis away, but he also wanted to pull him closer, savor every second before he gave Louis a way out. “Louis,” he said slowly. His voice felt a bit more solid, and he pressed hard on his words, trying to get each one out. “Louis, you — I’m not good for you.”He pressed his eyes closed hard, trying to prevent the tears from coming out, but they were already there.“I’m too old and ugly and married to my work and I get angry,” Harry said. “I got your fucking finger cut off, and I can’t even talk right.”He took a long breath, and his voice shook as he spoke again. “Why do you want to stay with me?” He asked, “You should find someone better. You should be happy.”
Louis pulled away from Harry, eyebrows pulling together and downwards at Harry’s words. He pulled back completely and sat up, legs and arms crossed. Harry cringed was Louis moved away from him, and then sat up, leering over Harry and glaring at him in the dark. He tried to sit up on his elbow, grunting as he tried to move his body up.“Listen to me, and listen well,” Louis said, eyes narrowed and beady, tone venomous, “You have no right, absolutely none, to tell me what’s good for me, is that clear? From day one I told you I’m my own omega and I can make my own decisions. I chose you to court me because that is what I wanted. So don’t you dare for a second assume you know what’s best for me, Harry Styles.” “This,” he held his damaged hand up and waved it in Harry’s face, the bandage a bit red on the tip where some excess blood had seeped through. “This is evidence enough I’m here for the long haul. The fact I didn’t run for the hills the second this happened should be proof that I—“ he choked on his words for a second and groaned, gesticulating with his uninjured hand.“That I love you, you miserable fatass!”Harry just blinked. Because amongst the insult Louis had just tossed at him, was the most beautiful word Harry had ever heard. “You love me?” Harry asked softly. “But — but why?”He rushed on, already seeing Louis frown. “I mean...” he trailed off. “I love you. I really do. You are the first person I gave loved in a long time. But why would you love me?”He twisted his fingers, looking down. He felt his stutter rearing up, slipping in and choking him as he tried to speak.“Is it my m-money? Because you can find someone else with money, someone b-better than m-me.”
Louis narrowed his eyes at his alpha, tilting his head to the side. “I take offense to that, I’ll have you know. You know damn well I have my own money. I make my own money. Sure, it’s not as much as you, but I have a top floor loft and priceless collectibles and money to burn. I want no one for their money, Harry, don’t flatter yourself.”Harry swallowed hard, clasping his hands together.“I can try to take c-care of you. But I don’t know if I c-can. Not the way you deserve.”He turned sincere for a moment. “Harry, I don’t want to be taken care of. I’m not a helpless omega or a damsel in distress that you need to rescue. Sure, tonight getting my pinky lobbed off before I could perform sort of tossed a wrench in that, but, you didn’t rescue me.. you helped me, Harry. That’s all I want from you, from.. from.. us, a mutual understanding and respect, and for you to know I’m not just your omega, but I’m a person, too,” he said, voice more quiet and vulnerable.
Harry blinked, biting down a bit on his tongue to keep himself from piping up as Louis spoke.
The omega in front of him was small, even smaller looking while drowning in Harry’s pajamas and in his big bed, but his body bristled and he spoke quickly and harshly.He softened as he spoke, and then, suddenly, he was yawning and collapsing into Harry, grabbing his arm. He inched closer to Harry, laying down once more and snuggling close into his warmth. “I’m tired, Harry.. will you hold me, please? Your doctor gave me quite a heavy dose of painkillers, and I think they’re working..” he yawned, wrapping both of his arms around Harry’s thick forearm, nuzzling his cheek into his warm palm.Harry lifted the covers, drawing them more firmly over top of Louis. When he was done he put his hand on the back of Louis’s head, drawing him closer to his chest. The omega was going soft and pliant in his arms, sleepy with exhaustion and pain pills. Harry kissed his forehead and held him carefully, setting his other hand on Louis’s hip to keep him grounded. “Sweet dreams,” Harry said softly. He looked down at Louis, slowly slipping off in his arms. The first time an omega had slept with him in this bed. The first time Harry had let an omega get this close to him.With Louis drowsy in his arms, he thought about what Louis said he wanted. An equal partnership, to stand on his own two feet. Harry hadn’t thought about mating in years, but in the back of his mind, he always assumed he would be the provider and keep the same control he had over the rest of his life. But Louis was breaking that all apart, and Harry wasn’t sure if he minded.
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heyyyharry · 5 years
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Can u do a drabble for flatmate where maybe they are food friends now and Harrys friends have like apologized to her and one day they all are going clubbing and they want y/n to go with them because she "doesn't know how to party like an animal" and Layla and trix get her ready in clubbing attire and when she comes out all the guys have their jaws slacked and Harry can't focus on anything else.....? Please forgive me if this is too much or if I'm being annoying😓
This might be slightly different from what you expected ☺️
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Harry didn’t know how to feel about this.
Half of him was obviously turned on by Y/N in that tiny dress, but the fact that he wasn’t the only one drooling over her was driving him insane. And he knew exactly the person responsible for this.
“Why did you bring her here? You don’t even like her!”
Layla quickly gulped down her drink and raised an eyebrow. “Who says I don’t like her?”
“You! You say that to her face all the time!”
“Okay fine.” She scoffed, turning to look at Y/N, who was talking to Louis and Liam and a few other boys. “Thought I did you a favor. You told me to stop you from doing something stupid tonight because you don’t wanna hurt your little princess.”
“That meant keeping me from drinking too much and leaving with some girl that looked like her! I didn’t ask you to dress her in your...your lingerie and bring her here!”
“Are you gonna keep complaining to me, or are you gonna be over there to stop those fools from drooling all over my ‘lingerie’?”
“Fuck you.” Harry scoffed, shaking his head. But before he could take Layla advice and break off the crowd over there, someone else had already done his job. “Who the fuck is that dude?”
His nostrils flared as he watched the dark haired guy flirt with Y/N. He couldn’t hear what he was saying to her, but his intentions were clear in his body language.
“That’s Louis’ new roommate, Nick, I think that’s his name.” Layla pursed her red lips. “He’s a hot piece of ass—Wait, where are you going?”
Harry acted like he didn’t hear her and marched straight toward the blonde in the corner of the room. That girl had been checking him out since the moment they locked eyes when he walked in. And the only reason he hadn’t come to her was because of Y/N, but now he didn’t have to worry anymore. Y/N was obviously into that guy who was touching her hair and her arm like he was her boyfriend. Fuck. Who was Harry kidding? He wasn’t worry, he was irritated and his chest was burning up with jealousy and anger.
“Hi.” The stranger flashed him a smirk. She was bold and she knew what she wanted. She wasn’t anything like his Y/N, who was shy and would never make the first move or take a compliment without blushing. Okay, he should stop thinking about Y/N.
But he didn’t even want this blonde. He didn’t want any girl that wasn’t his flatmate. Was he trying to get back at Y/N for flirting with that guy? Would Y/N even care? Would she be jealous? Fuck it, It didn’t matter, he told himself, and then accepted the drink from the girl who was already all over him.
The red and blue lights in the club and the deafening music made him feel like his soul had left his body. He was grinding against the girl’s body. Her perfume was too strong it made his head spin. But his tongue was in her mouth and his hands were on her ass, he was too preoccupied to worry about anything else. However, that was only until he felt a hand on his shoulder, tearing him away from the girl.
Before he could ask, Niall cried out, “Y/N has a panic attack! She’s in the bathroom!”
That was all it took for Harry to run. He frantically pushed his way through the crowded dance floor, panting while trying to navigate. He should’ve seen this coming. Y/N was socially anxious, she hated overcrowding places and clearly didn’t belong here.
“Y/N!” He burst through the bathroom door and found his flatmate standing with her hands on the sink, facing the mirror. Nick, or whatever the fuck his name was, was stroking her back. Harry didn’t even think about being rude as he pushed the guy aside and gripped her shoulders.
“Harry?” Her voice was soft and trembling. Then she turned to stare at him with her worrying eyes. She looked scared, and he felt like a piece of shit. Maybe this was all his fault.
“What happened?” He asked, glaring at the guy who was clearly still in shock.
“I-I don’t know. I took her to the dance floor and—“
“It’s okay, H...” She squeezed his arm. “I felt a bit overwhelmed, but I’m okay now...”
“You’re shaking, love...” He winced and cupped her delicate face between his palms. “Gosh, I should’ve been by your side.”
“No, it’s fine. Go back to your friend.”
He knew she didn’t say it in a bitter way. She was only speaking her mind and it made his heart hurt, because she actually thought that a stranger he didn’t remember the face of was more important than her. He had been sucking that girl’s face though, he couldn’t justify that. God, he was such a dick.
“Come with me,” he said despite what she’d just told him. “Let’s go back to our place.”
“Wait, you two live together?” The guy flicked his fingers between the two of them, but Harry didn’t care. He encircled her waist, pressed her head to his chest and signaled Niall to step aside so they could walk out.
Now she was clinging onto him like he was a lifesaver. He swore that he would never let Layla take her anywhere without telling him again.
”Does she know you’re leaving?” Y/N asked innocently once they had escaped from the rowdiness of the club.
“Layla?” He arched an eyebrow and received a soft smile. His arms were still tightened around her shoulders.
“No, your friend.”
“Actually, I don’t even know her name...”
His answer left her a bit confused. “Really?”
“Yeah.” He nodded and wetted his lips. “Besides, I don’t care about her, I only care about you.”
“Oh.” It wasn’t the response he’d expected, but at least it wasn’t total silence.
“Did that guy touch you without your consent?” His next question seemed to amuse her.
Laughing, she said, “no, I don’t think his boyfriend would’ve approved.”
“Oh,” he murmured. That was the same response she’d given him. His cheeks were crimson now, but his chest felt lighter as he heaved a sigh of relief.
They kept on walking, keeping a slow pace to enjoy each other’s company before they reached his car.
“Do you like my new look?” She broke the silence with a question that turned the color of his cheeks more vibrant.
Nodding fast, he cleared his throat, trying not to stare at her cleavage. “You look very...uhm...pretty. B-but I prefer how you normally look.”
“Why?”
“It’s more you.”
When she gave him a grimace, he believed he’d offended her by that answer. However, she said, “thank God, I’m not feeling this look either. This dress is squeezing the air out of me. I’m dying to get home and change into my PJs.“
Harry had no idea why he found her answer so endearing. He had to refrain himself from pressing a kiss to her temple as he pulled her closer to his chest. Now she was telling him about this movie she wanted them to watch when they got home. But all he could think about was her calling their flat ‘home’.
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“From Something to Nothing to Something” - Part 4
“From Something to Nothing to Something” - Part 4
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Alfred Pennyworth x Reader
Word Count: 2,000-ish
Key: Y/N = Your Name, H/C = Your Hair Color, E/C = Your Eye Color
Warnings: Depression type things, cursing(?)
Summary: After an apartment robbery changes your life, you find out how lucky you are.
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- DreaSaurusREX
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After a few months, you wished that you could say “I have a better apartment, a better job, and I feel safer than before!” 
Only one of those things is true.
You were still living in Wayne Manor. It was beautiful as always, but you hadn’t anticipated living there for more than a month or so. You felt as if you had been taking advantage of Bruce’s generosity even though he always said that it was no problem. You had even tried to give him or Alfred money for groceries, bills, gas, or even just for their willingness to help and house you. They always refused your money. If you ever managed to sneak some money into one of their coat or pant pockets, that money always found itself back on your bedside table. 
As for your job, almost a week after moving in with Bruce and Alfred, Oswald’s club had been taken over by Barbra Kean and Tabitha Galavant and is now called “the Sirens.” So needless to say, you were unemployed. You helped out as much as you could around the house while applying for jobs all over Gotham. Hoping something would catch. But so far it was just a lot of “We’ve decided to go with someone else” or “We’re sorry but…” type of emails and phone calls.
With all of the negatives that sprang into your life recently, you could at least say that you felt safer than before. 
Wayne Manor was so hushed and far away compared to the constant cars and sirens and people that you had gotten used to. Between the silence and the isolation from the rest of the city, it put you on edge for the first few weeks. But once you got comfortable being there again, it became more and more safe.
Some days were easier than others when it came to motivating yourself. You tried to hide the bad days from Bruce and Alfred. But sometimes it was hard to do that.
Today was one of the harder days.
You had been able to get up and open the curtains and grab your sketchbook, but nothing more than that. Some doodles were scattered on a page while you stayed in bed staring off into space and zoning out. You knew you needed to get up and do something productive today or at least eat, but your lack of energy kept you under your covers with no concept of time until Alfred knocked on your bedroom door.
“(Y/N)? You alive in there?” 
“Shit. Yeah! Hang on!” You hadn’t expected anyone for a little bit. You could have sworn that Bruce said they had a meeting at Wayne Enterprises this morning. You shuffled to the door and tried to prepare an “okay” look on your face. 
“Good morning, Alfie! What are you doing here? I thought there was a meeting?”
“There was. It was at 11 o’clock.” Alfred looked down at his watch. “It’s now 2 in the afternoon.” You grabbed his wrist to look at the time yourself, then looking back at the clock on your nightstand to make sure you were seeing things right. You ran both of your hands over your face and through your hair as you let out a groaned sigh. 
“Goddamnit.”
“Are you alright, (Y/N)?” You quickly plastered a small smile on your face in an attempt to make yourself sound true.
“Of course. I just lost track of the day. Why wouldn’t I be okay?” Alfred lifted the back of his hand to your forehead to feel for any sign of fever. When he found nothing, he opened the door more and made his way to sit on the side of your bed.
“Well something is off, so you might as well tell me now before it gets worse, yeah?” 
Alfred pat the space next to him and you shuffled over and plopped next to him, laying on your back while he sat upright. There was a moment of silence as Alfred thought over his next action carefully. While you weren’t looking, he reached out for your hand and took it in his, brushing his thumb over the back of it comfortingly. You already felt tears starting to sting your eyes as you held on a little tighter to his hand and shut your eyes.
After a moment of silence, all you could muster was, “This sucks.”
“I beg your pardon?”
“I am thankful for everything you and Bruce have done for me. But I feel like I’m stuck and I have no idea where life is going at the moment and that equally terrifies me and makes me upset. It’s got me asking myself, `What's the point?’ some days. At least when I was working for Penguin, I felt like I was contributing to something. Whether I was contributing to something good or bad was not my choice, but I was still doing something. Now I don’t even have the chance to produce much of anything.”
“You do plenty here.” With your eyes closed, you couldn’t tell that Alfred was watching your face as you tried to hold in some emotions. “You help cook and clean. I’m sure without you cooking sometimes Bruce and I would miss a meal when we get too involved in our work. Not to mention you have kept Master B in check plenty of times while I’ve had my back turned.” 
“I guess. But I still feel so small. I mean, I went from growing really quickly with Oswald and Butch at the bar because of my ability to learn and adapt quickly, to then having everything taken from me. And I couldn’t even go back to work because this is Gotham and nothing is really permanent.”
A brief silence left your words hanging in your head. Another tear slipped as you let out a shaky breath. Alfred saw, but didn’t say anything, he just kept holding your hand and trying to comfort you the best he could.
“Starting over isn’t easy for anyone, (Y/N). All of us have had to restart more than we expected these days. You just have to be patient and take things as they come. And you have a support system behind you, ready to help with whatever you need.”
You really didn’t want to cry in front of Alfred, which made your throat clench with unshed cries. All you could muster was an approving nod. A minute of comfortable silence drifted as you regained your breath and felt your chest loosen. Alfred kissed the back of your hand, your skin heating up at the unexpected but welcomed affection, before standing up and offering his hand out to you. Sitting up, you tilted your head slightly. 
“C’mon, you. Since you haven’t been out of bed all day, I’m assuming you haven’t eaten. So,” Alfred stepped forward, grabbing both of your hands as you scooted towards the edge of the bed, pulling you up with a smile, “up ya’ go!” 
You didn’t expect to be lifted so quickly and almost effortlessly, meaning you easily lost your balance. You laughed as you bumped into Alfred, his hands quickly moving from yours to your waist to keep you from falling back into bed, your smile not fading. 
Seeing you smile like this made Alfred’s heart grow, forming a smile on his own face. Having you in his arms was something he wasn’t sure would happen outside of a normal hug. It made his heart beat so loud that he was sure you could feel it from your palms on his chest. Before he could get too into his own head, he spoke.
“Shall we then?” 
The two of you walked to the kitchen, you tried to help cook or at least clean some of the dishes from their breakfast earlier this morning, but Alfred just moved you to the nearby chair. While he had his back turned to put the kettle on and start preparing lunch for everyone, you snuck on some light background music. It was an album of classics: Sinatra, Louis Armstrong, et cetera. You hummed along as you flipped through a nearby cookbook. You heard a soft chuckle from Alfred. “You got a problem with my music choices, Alfie?”
“Not at all, miss! Just amazed that you know some of these.”
“You forget that my parents lived off of artists like these.”
“Very true.”
Alfred was working on making tea for the two of you when you slid to the other side of the stove and took over grilling some veggies for whatever he had in store for lunch. He just gave you a look before fixing your tea exactly how you liked it. Instead of handing it to you when the veggies finished cooking, he set it on the table where he sat you moments ago. You sat down and he took the pan of vegetables off the heat, then finished preparing his own cup. 
When he turned around, you were staring at the mug of tea, your eyes starting to get glassy. He walked closer, putting a hand on your shoulder as he sat in the seat next to you.
“Everything alright, miss?” You jumped, not realizing how far into your thoughts you were.
“Yeah. I just.. I wasn’t expecting this mug.”
“Right. I hope you don’t mind. Detective Gordon called the earlier, asking how you were doing. He also said that your old landlord was renting out your space despite everything going on. So Bruce and I went over after the meeting at Wayne Enterprises and got the last of your things out. I thought it would be a nice thing to see that mug again.” Alfred paused, trying to read your reaction. When it didn’t change, Alfred worried he had messed up. “But if it reopened any wound or anything, I can get a different--”
“No. It’s fine. It’s actually perfect.” You swiped a tear off your cheek before reaching for Alfred’s hand and giving it a squeeze. “Thank you, Alfie.”
“Anything for you, luv.” Alfred gently squeezed your hand back. 
Something inside of you wanted to just throw every bit of hesitation out the window and kiss him for being so sweet towards you. You felt as if you both were on the same page, but too scared to keep going. You shifted your focus when you saw movement behind Alfred’s shoulder.
“Hey, Bruce!” Alfred pat your hand before letting go, rising and making his way back to lunch preparations. You smiled at Bruce and quickly wiped whatever remaining wetness was around your eyes.
“Good afternoon, (Y/N)! Are you alright?”
“Yes. Just got a bit emotional over a silly mug.” You chuckled hearing yourself. Bruce smiled. “Come sit! Tell me how the meeting went!” 
Alfred looked over his shoulder to catch a glimpse of you talking with Bruce. You were always so good with him despite an age gap. It was another part of you that made Alfred’s heart yearn for you. 
If only he could tell you how he felt.
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abundanceofsoph · 4 years
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SkyFire 1: Chapter 18
Four release, the AMAs & Christmas in Manchester 2014
Word count: 1.5k
SkyFire 1 MASTERLIST
>Instagram posts
In the middle of November, Aurora was glued to her laptop as she watched the little clock in the corner of her screen ticking away the minutes. She finally hit refresh on her browser one last time and suddenly the new One Direction album was live. She pressed play on the first track, smiling excitedly as Steal My Girl started to play. While the song filled her headphones, she opened up new tabs, logging into Twitter to see how the fans were reacting to Four. She smiled as she scrolled through tweet after tweet of fans gushing about their love for not only the album but also for the 5 boys. She felt so much pride for what they had accomplished, having been present for much of the writing and recording of the album she knew just how hard each of them had worked on every single track. She knew they deserved every piece of praise they were receiving now. She texted Harry once she was about halfway through the album.
◊Aurora: I am so god damn proud of you. Call me when you’ve got a break between interviews.
She continued listening and reading and she had only 2 tracks to go when her phone lit up with Harry’s grinning face. “Congratulations baby!” she cheered when she answered the call, hearing him chuckle.
“What on earth are you doing up in the middle of the night?” he asked.
“Like I was going to wait until morning for the album release. I wanted to see how all the Brit fans were reacting to it before the Americans wake up.”
“And what’s the verdict?” Harry asked.
“Oh, everyone on twitter hates it,” she joked, laughing when she heard Harry let out a mock gasp. “No, they love it. As they should. It’s incredible H.”
“God, I miss you,” Harry sighed. “We’ve got interviews all day and I’m already exhausted.”
While he was talking, Aurora scrolled across a tweet about her and she quickly read it out to Harry.
>1DFan75: Has anyone else noticed that @.AuroraStark has writing credits on Where Do Broken Hearts Go and Fools Gold… what do I do with this information?
“I’m gonna reply,” she said.
“What are you gonna say?” he asked.
>AuroraStark: Hoping this was a good revelation for you. If so, I’d advise listening with the volume cranked and scream along at the top of your lungs. Enjoy and go support our boys. x
“Well you have fun on twitter babe, I gotta get back to the interviews.”
“Have fun,” Rori replied, “I’ll talk to you later ok.”
xXx
A few days after Four was released, Aurora boarded the StarkJet and flew to LA. She went straight to the hotel as soon as she arrived and started getting ready. She had just slipped into her mid-calf length black dress and was sitting on the edge of the bed strapping on her heels for the evening when there was a knock on the door.
Your face lit up when you opened the door to be greeted by all 5 members of One Direction, Harry standing in the middle wearing her favourite grin. She laughed as she briefly realised that they were also wearing all black outfits, ensuring that it would look as though she had intentionally dressed to match them. Harry stepped forward, sweeping her into his arms and pulling her into a bruising kiss as the other boys pushed passed them into the hotel suite.
“I missed you,” she whispered when they pulled apart. “You look fantastic by the way.”
“Took the words right out of my mouth, love,” Harry replied.
“Can you too stop sucking face so we can go?” Louis asked with a laugh, interrupting the couple’s reunion.
Rori rolled her eyes at her friend. “Do you want a cuddle too, Lou?” she joked, letting go of Harry to walk towards Louis with her arms spread wide.
“Good to see you again darl,” he said as the two hugged. “But let’s go, the car’s waiting for us out front.”
Aurora had an incredible night; unlike the previous year she was able to enjoy the evening without the crushing anxiety she had been under with the pressure of her first performance. Instead, she was able to play the role of dotting girlfriend, a role she absolutely loved. She cheered loudly when the boys won each of their three awards for the evening, kissing Harry when each win was announced before he made his way up onto the stage with the other boys to thank their fans. When they performed Night Changes, Aurora sat in the front row in awe, her eyes glossy with unshed tears and her face full of the love and pride she felt for the man she was lucky enough to have called hers for the last year. When the show finally came to an end, Harry and Rori said goodnight to the others as the boys headed to one of the afterparties. The young couple chose to skip the party and headed back to the hotel instead to spend some much needed time together before Aurora flew back to New York the next day.
xXx
Aurora finished up at Columbia a few days before Christmas and after many hugs’ goodbye to her fathers, she boarded a flight to Manchester to spend the Christmas break with Harry and his family. Since she wouldn’t be home, Tony and Steve had chosen to also take a trip for the holidays and were spending Christmas in Malibu, so without access to the jet, she was on a commercial flight and it was long. She spent the hours with her sketchbook spread open on the table in front of her seat, a coloured pencil behind each ear and another between her teeth as she worked. When the flight finally landed, Rori collected her things, throwing everything into her oversized handbag and slinging it over her shoulder before pulling her carry on out of the overhead bin. Once she made it through the arrival’s terminal, she began scanning the hall. She spotted Harry standing towards the back of the small crowd. He had his Green Bay Packers beanie pulled low, his curls poking out from underneath it, dark sunglasses covering his eyes and a heavy winter coat slung over his arm. His smile stretched across his face when he finally noticed Rori making her way towards him, his dimples popping in his cheeks.
“Hey you,” he greeted softly once she finally reached him.
“Hey you,” she echoed, letting go of her suitcases handle and leaning up on her toes to kiss him. They made their way towards the parking garage after pulling apart, one of Harry’s hands resting on her lower back while the other tugged her luggage along behind them.
The sun was sitting as they left the airport and turned south, Aurora’s hand was resting on Harry’s thigh and she watched the clouds turn salmon pink in the sky. It was dark when Harry pulled his landrover into the driveway of Anne and Robins house, and Rori smiled warmly when she climbed out of the car to find Anne stepping out onto the front step.
“Merry Christmas sweetheart,” Anne called out once Rori closed the car door behind her and crossed the small front garden to greet the older women. Harry joined them a moment later with Rori’s bags in his arms and Anne lead them both into the house. Even though they’d only been outside for a few moments, Aurora’s nose was red from the cold and she gratefully removed her coat, hanging it on the hooks in the entry hall. They continued on towards the kitchen from which Aurora could smell the roast in the oven. Robin was standing in the kitchen, waiting for the kettle to boil as he prepared cups of tea for the four of them, and he happily hugged Aurora in greeting before turning back his task. Once the tea was ready, they all sat down around the kitchen table, catching each other up on everything since Aurora had last visited during the summer.
The next day was Christmas Eve and Gemma arrived that evening, just in time to join the family on the sofas in front of the tv, the fireplace crackling as they watched the Grinch who stole Christmas. Aurora had been quiet for most of the day, as she usually was on the anniversary of her mother’s death, but she’d found comfort in Harry’s constant presence by her side and had tried not to let her grief consume her as it had in previous years. By the time they found themselves snuggled up under a blank on the sofa, Aurora felt more at peace with her mother’s absence in her life than she thought possible.
Christmas with Anne, Robin and Gemma was filled with plenty of tea, cosy sweaters, cheesy movies and more food than any of them could eat. By the evening, Aurora was collapsed on the sofa, snuggled up against Harry’s side, sharing a soft blanket as the sound of Michael Bublé filled the living room and Gemma and Anne danced across the rug.
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lady-charinette · 4 years
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Don't Mess with a Parent - Dad Noir & MamaBug Drabble
Hugo would say his father was a very nice person, he usually seemed calmer than mom, but had many moments where he was goofy and teasing and fun. He worked hard but he always had time for him, Emma and Louis.
Hugo always loved his puns, except the dad ones, his sister liked those more. He thought his father was the kindest person he knew, that nothing could ever get him angry.
Hugo learned that day, that even his dad could lose his temper.
Very, very badly.
He was in the park playing with mom and Emma while Louis and dad went to get them ice-cream from uncle Andre. He was chasing after his little sister when it happened.
Something big with wings suddenly crashed into him and before he knew it, he was flying over Paris, hanging from some creature's mouth.
It looked like a lion but it had wings. "H-Hey! Lemme go! I want to go back to mom! Hey! Ow!" The lion tightened his grip around him, releasing a snarl before it swooped down into the city, flying through the traffic until it crashed into a building.
Hugo only ever saw those kinds of buildings in movies, where the bad guys had their hideouts.
When he was finally set down and Hugo saw a woman standing before him dressed in purple, he knew.
Those were the bad guys.
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Paris was used to the akuma attacks by now, they'd even taken safety measures against them. But nobody could predict what akuma Hawkmoth would send next and they weren't equipped to protect against all of them.
However, when an enraged Ladybug had landed on stage, disrupting Clara Nightingale's concert for a moment, the citizens of Paris knew something must've went horribly wrong as the whole room quietened down.
"My fellow citizens of Paris! There's been an akuma attack and a child was kidnapped! If any of you have seen Hugo Agreste, please report to me or Chat Noir as soon as possible! A child has been kidnapped, it's an emergency!" Ladybug has been their hero for years but the anger and distress in her voice was unmistakable, something that every mother in the crowd could resonate with. It was as if Ladybug herself had lost her child.
Chat Noir was nowhere to be seen, only Ladybug was patrolling the streets, swinging through the city with Rena Rouge and Pegase in search of the kidnapped boy.
It was only a handful of citizens that had caught it.
The black blur zipping passed rooftops, jumping over buildings like lightning.
Nobody dared question the distressed Ladybug where her partner was, they had a feeling if Ladybug was this distressed, Chat Noir would be worse. The feline hero was known to have a soft spot for children.
Paris had no idea just how much.
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"Thanks Luka." Chat Noir kissed Emma and Louis' foreheads, rubbing their heads affectionately, tail flicking anxiously behind him.
Viperion watched the way the tail swished back and forth, like a snake ready to strike. He could feel the distress rolling off him in waves and he squeezed his friend's shoulder in sympathy. He was a dad too, he would be livid if Hawkmoth attempted something like this with his kids.
The serpentine hero nodded, cradling both children in his arms. "It's fine, go and save your kid. Kagami and I will make sure nothing happens to them." he smiled down fatherly at his friend's children, squeezing their shoulders when they stared sadly at their father.
"Papa, where's Hugo?" Emma's bottom lip wobbled and Chat bowed down and nuzzled her cheek with his, a low purr rumbling in his throat that almost instantly calmed her down.
"Don't worry princess, papa will bring Hugo back. Just wait until mommy comes. Stay with uncle Lu and auntie Kagami until then." he rubbed his daughter's cheek, squeezing the miniature hand of his other infant son as Louis rested constantly in Viperion's arm.
"Don't worry kitty cat, call on us if you need help." Chat Noir smiled slightly at the dragon heroine, whose belly was slowly beginning to show as her eldest daughter clutched at her arm worriedly. A soft hiss made him turn his head to look back at the older snake hero.
Call on me. Viperion's unspoken plea was immediately understood by Chat, of course he wouldn't endanger the pregnant woman. No matter how fierce and capable Ryuuko was on the battlefield, a pregnant Ryuuko was the perfect target for Hawkmoth. Chat Noir hadn't let Ladybug transform during her pregnancy either, Mister Bug had saved the day with Viperion, Carapace and Rena Rouge with Queen Bee as backup at those times.
With that, Chat Noir quickly left the Couffaine-Tsurugi houseboat, entrusting the duo with his remaining kittens, while going on the hunt for his kidnapped one.
Chat Noir growled, claws extending from within the sheath of his gloves, eyes narrowed into slits as his legs worked harder and harder, jumps higher, runs faster.
Nobody hurt his loved ones, not his wife, not his friends but especially not his children.
I'm coming for you Hawkmoth.
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The chimera akuma had been standing vigilant on the roof, eyes scanning the area for the heroes, mind echoing with the soothing voice of his mistress as it commanded him to grab the siblings of the boy.
He'd prepared to take flight again, spreading its wings, before its tail was suddenly grabbed from behind and a violent force pulled it back.
A surprised growl was all it released before its back collided against the solid brick of the rooftop, shattering it in thousand pieces. It released a screeching yowl, before jumping onto its feet, teeth fletched at its enemy.
A silver staff struck the creature's face and it snarled until another powerful blow landed on it's stomach, claws digging into the concrete from pain that caused it to curl in on itself and whimper pathetically.
The air was still, a shiver racing down the akuma's spine when claw-tipped footsteps echoed closer to its cowering form. Black boots nearly crushing its trembling paws beneath their might.
The whimper it released brought a dark grin to curl the man's lips, staff twirling threateningly in his hand before it slammed in front of the akuma's nose, nearly striking it again. "Tell me where your mistress is, little cub."
The little whimper the creature gave with a submissive bow of its head told Chat Noir he wouldn't need to wait long to find out.
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"Now little boy, why don't you tell me where mama and papa are? I'm their good friend!" the weird woman had a sweet smile on her face but Hugo shied away from her touch, fear screaming at him to move away from her. She played with her thick chestnut brown hair, smiling kindly at him, holding a cane in her hand.
She couldn't be dad and mom's friend, why would she take him away from them?
"If you're their friend, why did you take me away?" his green eyes were full of distrust and the woman laughed.
The woman laughed, olive green eyes twinkling in mirth. "Oh little kitty, don't worry. Marinette and Adrien know that, I just wanted to surprise them." Hugo moved away from her arms, pushing himself hard against the wall.
"I-I don't trust you! I-I wanna go to mom and dad!" She knew his parents' names, but this wouldn't be a nice surprise at all, it certainly wasn't to him. Bottom lip trembling, Hugo's eyes filled with tears, his whole body shaking from fear as he wailed loudly.
The wooden door was flung off its hinges suddenly, splinters and wooden pieces flying everywhere as a pained cry from her akuma landing roughly on the floor beside her made the woman stand up on high alert, shielding her face from the flying wood.
Her akumatized chimera groaned pathetically, standing on wobbly feet as it cowered behind her form. "You stupid akuma! What are you doing?!" The butterfly mask glowed over its feline face, but the lion didn't budge, muscles locked in place in fear as a shadowy figure entered through the torn down doors.
When Hawkmoth attempted to grab Hugo, something silver flashed a hair's breath away from her face, embedding itself into the cement wall behind her. It was a staff with a green paw print.
A warning.
Shadowy tendrils of darkness enveloped the man as he stalked forward like a predator, steps slow but firm, every muscle tightened in preparation for a fight, clawed hand pulsing with highly destructive power at his side.
Glowing feline eyes were dead set on her face, black cat ears pulled back and perfectly white teeth bared into a vicious snarl. His tall form towered over her but Hawkmoth had her staff at the ready, a poor attempt to shield herself.
Menacing feline eyes briefly looked down at the wailing boy whose eyes were tightly shut in fear, the sleek purple staff aiming at high speed towards the blond man's face.
Chat Noir effortlessly grabbed the end of Hawkmoth's cane, fist tightly wrapped around the metal with his normal clawed hand.
The other one, pulsing with destructive power, neared Hawkmoth's face, a breath away from disintegrating her throat. When Chat Noir spoke, it was a threatening hiss that resonated within her very soul. "Tell me why I shouldn't turn you to dust right now, Hawkmoth."
As if realizing her dire situation just now, ice settled in her veins and turned her body to stone. The unsteady step back nearly made her fall if the killing intent reflected in the toxic green eyes glaring at her didn't. "Y-You can't! You're a superhero, don't forget who you are Chat Noir!"
Her staff was ripped from her grip to the side, his other hand coming to wrap around her throat, his activated Chataclysm still surging violently in his other one. "I think you're forgetting who you are and who you're dealing with. You're lucky my lady isn't here, she isn't quite as merciful as I am." Sharp claws pricked her neck and Chat Noir could feel her pulse racing in blatant fear. "You think kidnapping my kitten will get you in my good books? I may be a superhero, but I'm also a parent and you never anger a parent."
The woman struggled in his hold, her feet now cleanly off the floor as her fingers fought to pry the strong arm off holding her captive. "P-P-Please Ch-Cha-Chat Noir-"
A dark grin curled the hero's lips. "You're begging now? You should've thought twice before daring to come near my family." his grip tightened and he felt her thrashing even more until a quiet whimper made his ears stand and his head whip around.
Hugo was sniffling on the ground, voice small and low as he mumbled. "Dad....d-dad....dad...."
As if a spell was broken, Chat Noir's grip loosened and the butterfly Miraculous holder fell unceremoniously to the floor, coughing violently from the harsh grip around her neck.
A warm, familiar hand suddenly rested gently on Hugo's head and a soothing, calm voice entered his ears. "Shhh, it's alright now Hugo, I'm here. Papa's here."
When misty green eyes opened to look up at the familiar equally kind green eyes of his father, Hugo immediately threw himself into his arms, sobbing into his chest uncontrollably. "Dad, you- you- you're f-finally he- he-here." Hugo's small arms were clutching at Chat Noir's shoulders tightly as his father gently rocked him in his arms, soft purrs helping to calm down his distressed son.
He hiccupped a few times, his small body trembling violently in his father's protective grip. Hugo's head was gently pressed against his chest, shielding his gaze away.
Chat Noir turned his head to look down at the woman, reaching pathetically for her cane.
A booted leg firmly slammed down on the metal, toxic green eyes boring into her soul. "Touch my kittens again and the staff won't be the only thing that's broken." the hiss was the final warning she would get before he chose to summon Chataclysm again.
With that, the father walked off, akuma disintegrating back into the lion from the zoo with its collar destroyed by Chataclysm, as the dark butterfly began flying towards the roof slowly.
Chat Noir rubbed soothing circles on his son's back, kissing his forehead affectionately as his wife waited at the entrance, lips pulled into a tense frown.
"Show some mercy, bugaboo."
"Take Hugo home. I'm right behind you." her tone suggested 'mercy' didn't exist in her vocabulary right now, if the furiously spinning yoyo in her hand and her icy glare were any indication.
Chat smirked, bouncing his son gently in his arms, whispering soothingly in his ear to drown out the noises behind him as he vaulted from roof to roof back home.
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For the next week, there had been no akumas and that was fine by Paris.
The media had praised their heroes for saving the Agreste son, an exclusive, privately filmed meeting showed Chat Noir handing the worried Marinette and Adrien Agreste their child, with Adrien profusely thanking the hero while Marinette kissed his cheek in gratitude.
Marinette smiled at the TV, watching the documented exchange with a chuckle and glancing at Alya. "You know, your illusions really do come in handy from time to time." the doubles she created of her and her husband as civilians were flawless and strikingly true to their personalities.
Alya smiled proudly. "Of course, Rena Rouge is a master illusionist after all." she winked and both women giggled. Alya's expression turned sheepish when she looked at Marinette, who sipped at her coffee. "Girl, just what did you do to her? Hawkmoth didn't attack for like a week and a half."
The glint in her friend's eye told her Hawkmoth wouldn't be attacking for at least another few weeks. "Nothing much. Just politely showed her her boundaries. Kidnapping children isn't a light matter you know."
Alya snorted, taking a big gulp of the dark concoction in her mug. "You're telling me, I would've bashed her head in with Nino's shield had that been my little girl."
Marinette giggled at her friend's tempting suggestion, gazing fondly at her sleeping children after a full day of playing with their father, buried under all of his three kids, his arms curled protectively around them in his sleep. Adrien's sleeping face was peaceful now, squashed by a sleeping Emma and Hugo, with Louis sleeping on his father's chest.
"He's such a dork." Alya followed her friend's line of sight and snorted.
"Yeah, didn't look like a dork when he went on the hunt for Hugo. Even I got scared. Luka said he was tempted to go with him so he didn't destroy the whole city."
Marinette shook her head, smiling. "You're one to talk, fox hero who wants to bash someone's head in with a shield."
Alya wiggled her finger in the air. "Ah, ah, ah. That's taken out of context. I said I would bash in Lila's head, not just anyone's."
Both women chuckled amongst themselves, Plagg and Tikki lost in their own conversation.
"You should've seen him Tikki. I was so proud! He's still too much of a softy though..." Plagg crossed his little arms, while Tikki sighed.
"Plagg, he's still a superhero. Adrien's responsible enough to control himself, even if it is her."
A shiver raced down the cat god's spine, shaking his head. "Ohh no, sugarcube, that last Chataclysm would've went to her face if little kitten hadn't been there crying."
The kwami of creation sighed, settling in next to her lounging partner. "Well, Marinette wasn't much of a softie when she was done with Lila." an identical shiver raced down her own spine and Plagg smiled.
"See? I still think Kittenette is made for the Black Cat Miraculous."
"Oh shut up, stinky sock."
Thanks for reading! Just a silly little piece I made up on the spot. :3 I'm weak for parental Love Square / Dad!Noir fics.
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justrednow · 4 years
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A little Winter Fever
warnings: Severe illness, financial insecurity, hospitals, death, minimal editing, swearing, extreme cold,                                                                                      my crappy OCs
word count: 2393
Characters: Smalls. (OC’s->) literally everyone else except Roger I guess
Description: The Bronx newsies are hit hard by winter. Not only can they barely make enough to eat, they find temperatures are rising but not outside.    (Sorry for anyone who needs to scroll, I don’t know how to make read more)       _____________________________________________________________
Smalls stared at her bag still filled with 20 papers. She looked up to the street, snow danced in the lights from the lamps. It felt like her cheeks were being cut from the blizzard winds. She dropped the 21st paper back into the bag and shoved her ungloved hands into her pockets. The wind grabbed her skin through the thin shirt she had on. It was too early in the day to call it quits on selling, but her feet were numb. Her boots were wrecked, they were new too. she could feel the water seeping into them. She moved into the stoop of a store, to get out of the wind.
She jumped as a man pushed on the door behind her. Smalls quickly moved out of the way as he walked past her. “Care to buy a paper, sir?” She asked desperately.  To her delight, the man turned to look at her, almost studied her bright red cheeks. To her dismay, he huffed and scurried out into the winter winds. “Maybe next time,” she whispered to herself.
The day dragged on like that. Hiding and begging for people to buy from her. She didn’t break even on the day like she had hoped. Not even close. She pressed 3 coins in her pocket and trudged back home. She was shivering, her lips were blue and chapped.
Finally arriving at The Bronx lodge, she shook the snow from her hair, tossing the sack of papers to the side.  The slightly warmer air welcomed her with the hushed chatter coming from the other room. Smalls glanced at the attendant, lowered her head and kept walking. She owed money for her stay, 14 cents that she didn’t have. She spent it on food for the younger ones. Probably the only reason they hadn’t kicked her onto the streets yet. She traveled into the rec room as it was called. Young newsies ran, oblivious to the winter cold.
Spaniel looked up from her reading, a newspaper that hadn’t been sold. “Someone’s home late.” Her low voice chirped, alerting BlueJay.
Smalls shrugged it off, “it was a rough day.” Spaniel returned her dark eyes to the page. “As you already know, I’m sure.”
“Sure,” the girl murmured. “Didn’t see you at circulation this morning, how much did you take?”
“Only 25,” Smalls plopped herself down next to BlueJay who was sewing away at a loose button. “You?” She nudged him, having expected him to make more of a fuss about her.
“15, I’m not foolish,” he didn’t even look up from his work. “Spaniel didn’t leave today.”
“I did too!” Smalls heard the sound of a paper crinkling as she focused on the frost on the window glass. “But,” the girl stood up as a little newsie tripped over her outstretched leg, “I knew I wouldn’t sell nothing.” the little one, Frog, started coughing. “Carajo! Cover, child!” She stepped away, pulling her shawl closer to her. Frog shrugged and continued playing with the others. “What kept you really? Damn Brooklyn kid’s not dumb enough to walk up here, is he?”
“Someone’s nosy,” Jay chuckled, “it's not like she’s the last one back.”
“She might well be.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Smalls sat up a bit more than she had been. “Everyone else is still out there, they’re coming back.”
“No one told you what the paper was?” Spaniel frowned. Smalls hadn’t thought to ask,  the week had been so quiet and slow. “Scarlet Fever, all over Manhattan. They go down there, they’re good as gone.”
“No one is dumb enough to go to Manhattan in this weather,” Smalls assured her friend. “If they are...”
Jay nervously pulled at his sleeves. He had made it to Queens, to see his grandmother. Crazy old lady. “Only Manhattan?” He asked. He prayed it wouldn’t reach here. They’d all be dead.
“Right now, yeah. Hospitals are packed, you can’t see a doctor.”
“Speaking of,” Smalls interrupted, “Doc isn’t back. He’s typically here before you.” She shifted uneasily. She never liked talking about illness, it reminded her of...
Spaniel shook her head, curly black hair bouncing unaffected by the winter. “He’s upstairs, resting.”
“Tom?” Smalls frowned.
“He was here, now he’s not.”
Smalls opened her mouth to list off another name but Jay cut her off. “They’re fine, don’t let hyperbole get you upset.” He had already convinced himself not to be worried about this. “Besides someone having a little fever isn’t going to prevent them from coming back to the lodge.” he rested a hand on her shoulder for comfort. “Hypothermia will.”
“Why.” Smalls turned slowly, “why would you say that?”
“He’s an ass,” Roger walked into the room, stomping snow off of his boots and throwing himself down into a chair. “He’s right though, heard they found a kid from Harlem stuck in the snow. Said his skin was ice.” Roger took a breath as he brushed the water drops from his hair. “Wasn’t dead though. Don’t know how long before he did kick it.”
“Again,” Spaniel sighed and closed the door of the room, “ain’t no one dumb enough to stand out in that cold for that long.”
There was a moment of silence around the group. They were dumb enough, if not dumb they were desperate enough. Each thought about how many times they had refused to go back no matter how damn cold they were. The inside of their mouth could have been covered in ice from yelling and nothing would have changed.
More importantly, Roger’s mind wandered to Knot. The kid was 14 and refused to follow him back to the lodge. Roger had given up and left him alone in the cold. That was the wrong call. It took a week to find him, froze to death in an alley next to an apartment building. Roger took the blame, every time it came up. Not that it came up often. But it was hard for him not to when he thought about everything he could have done differently. It was hard not to think about it when the little ones set out on their own and Roger imagined finding their little bodies curled up around a coat they stole.
“Roger,” Smalls repeated for the third time. This time he came too. “Jay’s going to run and get food, want anything?”
Roger wiped under his eyes. They burned but no tears had fallen. “Yeah, whatever they have. I’ll pay you back,” he promised.
“Don’t worry about it.” Jay was already heading out before Roger could protest the idea. Roger glanced at the clock, he became aware of its ticking.  “it’s already 6?”
Spaniel looked up at the clock and shrugged. “Guess so.” She began to pick up clutter around the room, shooing the little newsies off to wash up. She tossed the paper into the fireplace, taking a moment to watch it smoke and crumple. After the few books in the whole building had been put back into their basket Spaniel found her way back to her chair.
“I’m gonna go find Tom,” Roger excused himself as the conversation was over.
Smalls chuffed in amusement, “looking for a fight?”
“You know it,” he sighed before ducking out of the room. Smalls watched him go before she began to pull off her boots. Her socks were still wet. She made a noise. She pulled them off and laid them over the fire.  Her bare feet were still cold but the carpet felt good, almost soft.
“What are we going to do with him,” Spaniel sighed with a smile as she traced her nail across the frosted window.
“Tom?” Smalls raised an eyebrow as she glanced out into the entrance of the building, “or Roger?”
“Both will get themselves killed,” Spaniel chuckled.
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Within the next 2 weeks, seven were sick. Five were little ones: Frog, Jani, Louis, Hop, and Slingshot. The other two were Spaniel and Roger. They were all kept in the sick room. The healthy children started calling it the death room, Smalls almost hit them. Yet they weren’t wrong. They had nothing to reduce fevers, all used up. The only medicine for the illness was in hospitals. No adult was rushing to pay that bill. No newsie had the money.
Instead, they went about their lives. It was never of their minds, though. Who was next to become ill, who would die first? What could be done?
Smalls got back earlier and earlier, she couldn’t stand to be away.  She sat in a little wooden chair by the door, listening to the coughing and children crying. She wanted it to be her, just to save one of them.
Jay returned for her when he could. But his own problems arose in Queens. He brought her a chunk of bread from his Grandmothers. “What did she say?” Smalls disregarded the offering.
“She doesn’t like Orphans, Smalls,” Jay let out a long sigh. “Especially street kids.”
Smalls stood up, she was ready to snap. “You’re a street orphan! But we all know that if it was you in that room you’d have a doctor living in the same room as you!” she shouted. “It isn’t fair! She can help them, you know she can!”
“I know...” Jay didn’t need a reminder of anything. “What do you expect me to do that I haven’t already done.” His grandmother was as stubborn as she was rich.  “We’d have better luck begging at the doors of a hospital.” Smalls turned to him. “Which we are not going to do because it’s probably a crime in some way.”
“What other option do we have, watch them die?” Smalls spoke again. He turned away. “They are dying, Jay! You can’t ignore that, it’s not going to go away.”
“That’s what I’m supposed to be saying to you right now,” Jay shook his head and pushed the door with his foot, looking into the dark room. Spaniel caught his eye right away. Her usually rosy brown skin was now all rose. She was sweating and shivering. but she managed a smile and a wave to them before throwing herself into a fit of coughing. “Alright, let’s go.”
Smalls pulled the door shut and they headed out. She felt the tear in her boot become soaked with water, but it didn’t matter. She followed close behind Jay as the wind whistled in her ears. Around halfway there she began to think about what would happen if this didn’t work. What were they asking of these doctors? These doctors with other patients who are paying and more important that grungy street orphans. Smalls hugged herself tight as she thought about the five in the room, she coughed instead of crying. Jay spun around.
“I’m fine, we’re almost there, right?”
“Yeah,” he nodded and slowed down so that they would be walking side by side.
Before long they were there, walking in and moving around the rush. Smalls stared, she didn’t realize how many people there could be. She averted her eyes when she saw a mother holding a newborn with an awful rash. She then turned to an older man and his wife, both nervous looking. Jay pulled her by the arm to the front administration desk.
“We need to talk to a doctor!” Jay demanded.
The lady at the front desk nodded, “yes, I could have assumed that. Are you visiting a patient or admitting?”
Smalls looked to Jay desperately. The answer was neither. They didn’t have a plan, they didn’t bother to make one. “Visiting our younger sister, we are very worried about her.” The lady looked between the two of them, they didn’t look alike. “Last name?”
Jay paled a bit but continued to speak. “Smith.”
She pulled out a book and shuffled some papers. “First name?”
“Mine?” Jay stammered, “or hers?”
“The name of the patient, and if needed the disease they have.” Smalls flinched as she listened, around her people were chattering and coughing and sneezing. It was loud and she was scared.
“Elizabeth, scarlet fever,” Jay answered. 1 out of 100 lies is true. Smalls nodded along. “May we see her doctor please?”
“‘Fraid that’s the only person you can talk to...” The lady tapped on the desk. “She died this morning.” Smalls chocked and Jay bit down on his lip. he imagined the newsies, dead. “Wait down the hall, the doctor will be with you.”
Smalls, in her turn, grabbed Jay by his coat sleeve and lead him down the hall. “Dead.” She echoed.
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“Alright, I‘m confused...” Dr. Ellsen stared at the two. “You lied to come and talk to a doctor about curing a disease?”
“We just need the medicine, we can take it from there,” Smalls explained. The doctor rubbed his face laughing in dark ironic humor. Smalls looked at Jay who had leaned forward to see what the laughter was about.
The doctor stood up and looked at the pair. “You don’t get it, do you?” He sighed, “there is no cure for Scarlet Fever. If there was do you think half of our wards would be full of crying toddlers right now?” The two said nothing. “You’re brave to come here, but there is nothing to be done.” Jay opened his mouth to say something. “Free advice, you best take it. Keep that door shut and locked. They’ll be dead soon enough. Especially considering how weak you two look, can’t imagine it’ll take long.”
“Your pessimism is much appreciated,” Jay retaliated.
“Try being an optimist after telling a new mother her baby died,” he ushered them to the door. “I’m sorry. No need to waste the money you have here.”
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By the time they got back to the lodge, they found out that two more had been brought into the sick room. Spaniel somehow looked worse. Smalls entered the room, despite her better judgment. 
She sat down on the edge of the bed that Hop was laying in. The child had curled around the thin knit blanket he had been given. Smalls brushed a hand over his sweating forehead. She realized how still he was and gave his cold body a nudge.
Panic swelled inside her as she jumped to her feet, shaking him harder. She looked for any sign of life. “Hop!” she shouted at him, alerting the others in the room. “Hop?” Her voice grew more and more desperate for the six-year-old to wake up. But he stayed in his endless sleep. Within the week half of those in the room would join him. 
There is no cure.
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Feathers
Summary: It's Clementine’s fifteenth birthday. It's time for her wings to finally grow in, only problem, she has to deal with five long days of searing back pain. Thankfully, her boyfriend and girlfriend, Louis and Violet, are there to help her.
Au: Modern, wings
Warnings: Blood, body horror
Clem thought she would be ready for the big day. Her fifteenth birthday. The day her wings would start growing. But when she woke at three in the morning with unbearable back pain, she knew she wasn't ready.
The day before, Clem was excited to get her wings. She wouldn't stop talking about it with her mom and dad, Carley and Lee. They would just smile and say how proud they were of her. Going to bed that night, the only thing on her mind was getting her wings. She fell asleep with an excited grin.
The peace didn't last. At three o'clock in the morning, Clem woke up to an intense, sharp pain in her back. A scream of pain left her lips, waking her parents. In moments flat, they came running into the room, Lee with a bat in hand. The moment they saw Clementine curled up on the bed, tears streaming down her face, they understood.
“I-It h-hurts.” She cried. Carley went to her bed and looked at her back. Just what she thought. The skin around her shoulder blades were being stretched out and ripping in some places. “The process is starting.” She told her husband. “I'll get the pillows and blankets.” Lee said, walking out of the room. “Okay sweetie, we're gonna help you build a nest.” Carley explained. “N-nest?” Clem whimpered. “It's gonna help you through your process.” Her mother explained.
Lee soon came back with nearly every pillow and blanket in the house. Carley carefully picked Clem up from her bed while Lee set the pillows and blankets up in a circular fashion. Once he was done, Clem's bed had been turned into a small nest like cocoon. Carley carefully placed Clem into the nest before crawling in with her. Lee soon followed. Clem curled up to her parents, the searing pain in her back making her whimper.
The night was long and painful. Sleep didn't come easy. Clem spent nearly an hour and a half crying loudly due to the extreme pain. All her parents could do was quietly comfort her and hold her tight. By the time the sun finally rose, Clem was finally asleep. Carley carefully crawled out of the nest, she needed to make a phone call. Clem whimpered in her sleep and clung to her dad.
Carley pulled out her phone and called Clem's boyfriend and girlfriend’s parents, seeing if they could stay over for the week. Thankfully their parents agreed. About an hour passed before they showed up.
Waving goodbye to his parents, Louis walked into Clem's house with Violet by his side. “Hi Mrs. Everett.” Violet said as they walked inside. “Where's Clem?” Louis asked as he took off his shoes. “She's upstairs in her room.” Carley said quietly. They both nodded and walked upstairs.
As they climbed the stairs, they could hear Clementine’s quiet cries. It broke their hearts hearing her in such pain. They walked down the hall, approaching Clem's door. The crying was louder now and more heartbreaking. Louis looked over at Violet before knocking on the door. Three simple knocks.
“Come in.” A deep voice called. Violet opened the door slowly. The room was dark, lit only by the hallway light and the soft glow of fairy lights that hung over Clem’s bed. Entering the room, they saw that Clem was curled up to her father in the nest on her bed. She looked so small and frail. She was shaking and crying quietly. Louis and Violet felt their hearts shatter.
Lee looked up at them. “Thank god you two are here.” He sighed. “She needs you two.” He told them. Louis and Violet both nodded. Lee slowly moved from the nest, giving the two the space. Louis crawled in first, laying behind Clem. She whimpered a bit before snuggling up to him. Louis wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her closer to him. Violet crawled in next. She curled up in front of Clem, wrapping her arms around her middle. Lee left them alone.
“Hey darlin.” Louis hummed, taking a hold of Clem’s hand. “How are you feeling, peaches?” Violet asked her. “H-h-hurts.” Clem choked out. “I know darlin. It's gonna hurt for a while.” Louis told her. “It's just five days, Clem.” Violet added. Clem slowly nodded, her eyes stinging from crying.
Another wave of pain overtook Clem and she let out a shrill wail. Louis and Violet sprung into action, holding Clem close and whispering comforting words to her. Her quiet sobs were heartbreaking. Louis looked at her sadly before an idea came to him. “Darlin, can you lay on your stomach for me?” He whispered to her. Clem sniffled and nodded, turning to lay on her stomach.
Sitting up, Louis pushed Clem’s shirt up with his hand. With gentle fingers, Louis massaged her aching back. Clem closed her eyes tight at the pain before suddenly relaxing underneath Louis's comforting touch. She could still feel the pain, but the nice feeling of Louis’s warm hands on her aching back was enough of a distraction.
Violet scooted closer to Clem, placing a small kiss on her cheek. Reaching down, she slowly and softly ran her fingernails up and down her back, lightly scratching. Clem finally felt a little bit relaxed after hours of nonstop pain and crying. Her eyes fluttered close and she drifted off to a peaceful sleep.
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Clem slowly woke up between Violet and Louis. She yawned quietly and nuzzled her face into Louis’s neck. “Morning sleeping beauty.” Louis hummed, a smile on his lips. “Morning.” Clem mumbled, her eyes half closed. “Sleep well?” He asked her. Clem nodded tiredly. “Well you should probably stay awake, Clemster. You've been asleep all day yesterday and all through the night.” He told her. “I have?” Clem looked up at him. “Yep.” He nodded.
“Five more minutes couldn't hurt.” she said, resting her head on his chest. “Hey, no. You're gonna get up and eat some breakfast.” Louis told her. “I don't wanna.” She whined. Louis sat up, pulling her up with him. “Well you're gonna have to.” He said. “Says the person who sleeps in till noon nearly every day.” Clem sassed. “Was that sass? Are you sassing me, little miss?” Louis said, his eyes narrowing playfully.
“You're damn right it was.” Clem smirked. “Ohoho you are in trouble now.” Louis chuckled, pushing Clem back against the bed. “You should know I hate sass.” He explained, sneakily placing his hand on her side. Clem's eyes widened when she realized what he was going to do. “Louis, don't you dare.” She warned. It was already too late.
Louis started lightly tickling Clem’s sides. Sweet giggles bubbled out of her lips. “Louis!” She laughed. “Yes, clemster?” He smirked. “Stop!” She squealed and squirmed around in his grip. “I don't know, should I?” He teased her. “Please!” Louis couldn't help but laugh himself at how adorable she was. He stopped tickling her and kissed her nose. “You're adorable, darlin.” He smiled, hugging her. “You're a jerk.” Clem huffed, hiding her face in his chest. “I love you too.” Louis said.
Clem perked up when she heard the door open. Looking over, she saw Violet walk through the door. “Morning, peaches.” She smiled, closing the door. “Morning, bunny.” Clem called over to her. Violet walked up to the bed, three bowls in her arms. “Fresh made oatmeal, you're favorite.” Violet said, handing a bowl to Clem. “Thanks.” She smiled, taking the bowl. Violet nodded and handed the other bowl to Louis.
“How are you feeling?” She asked Clem. “Still very sore.” She mumbled, eating her food. Violet nodded. After finishing her food, Clem put her bowl on the bedside table. Louis and Violet soon followed. The room was filled with silence. Clem soon broke the silence. “Guys?” She said quietly. “Yes, darlin?” Louis hummed. “Can I have a wing blanket?” She asked, her voice quiet as another wave of pain slowly started.
Louis and Violet both nodded with warm smiles. Louis stretched out his large wings from under his shirt. Laying on his stomach, he rested his wing over her. Clem smiled softly, running her hand over the dark brown and white speckled feathers. Violet crawled onto the bed, stretching out her black and white wings and laying one of her wings ontop of Clem.
Clem let out a soft sigh. This was a regular thing they did when they cuddled. Whenever Clem would have a nightmare, Lou and Vi would just rest their wings on top of her and she would be calmed in minutes. Clem loved wing blankets. It made her feel safe, knowing that her boyfriend and girlfriend were close by. Letting out a small yawn, she looked up at them. “I love you guys.” She whispered before drifting off to sleep.
-four days later-
Clem woke up the final morning in extreme pain. Her eyes flew open and she let out a strangled gasp. Sitting up, she bit down on her tounge to keep herself from screaming. Reaching over, she shook Louis and Violet awake. The two sat up immediately, looking at Clem. “What's wrong?” Violet asked her. Clem tried to speak but a yelp left her lips. “It's time.” Louis whispered.
Tears filled Clem’s eyes as she laid back. “Go get some towels, I'll help her get ready.” Violet told Louis. He nodded and left the room. “Peaches, I'm gonna need you to lay down on your stomach.” Violet told her. Clem looked up at her girlfriend with tears in her eyes. “Please do this for me.” Violet whispered. Slowly, Clem nodded and turned over, burying her face in the pillow.
Violet pushed Clem's shirt up, exposing her entire back. Violet could see the two large wings moving around under Clem's thin skin. They were ready to come out.
Louis came back with an arm full of towels and crawled onto the bed. Violet took some of the towels and placed them around Clem. This was gonna be messy.
Several hours had passed by. Clem was in absolute agony. Louis and Violet were doing everything they could to try and comfort her. But thankfully the final hour was upon them.
“We're almost there, darlin. Just hold on a bit more.” Louis told Clem. She weakly nodded, trying to keep her breathing even. Violet was keeping an eye on her wings. Clem's skin was paper thin, ready to break at any moment. With a towel in her arms, Violet was ready to catch any blood that goes flying.
“This is it!” Violet said as Clem's wings started to move rapidly. Louis held Clem's hand, wincing at how strong her grip was. The seconds seemed like hours to Clem as the pain increased in intensity. It kept building and building and building until…
There was a loud crack a splash of blood. The pain ceased and Clem collapsed into the pillows, feeling the warm blood run down her sides. Violet had caught most of the blood on the towel. Moving the towel down, she saw Clem’s wings. They laid on top of Clem, twitching slightly before they were stretched out.
Clem slowly sat up, looking at Louis and Violet. “You did a wonderful job, darlin.” Louis smiled. Clem looked back at her wings. They were light brown with white and grey specks, similar to that of a barn owl. Blood was glistening off the large feathers. They were beautiful.
“Bet it was worth all the pain?” Violet asked with a small smile. “Totally worth it.” Clem smiled. “Come on, let's get you cleaned up.” Louis said, helping Clem off the bed. Louis took her to the bathroom where he washed the blood off her wings. After her bath, Clem played around with her wings. Moving them and flapping them. Clem knew she had a while to go before she could learn how to fly. But with Violet and Louis by her side, it will be worth the wait.
A\N: There will be a part two to this coming soon.
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“What a lot of you guys don’t know, I’m not even sure if Y/N knows this herself, but Harry met Y/N a total of three times before he finally introduced himself.” Niall spoke into the microphone, his other hand holding a glass of champagne.You scrunch your eyebrows in confusion as you looked up to Harry whose eyes were already looking down at you, a faint smile on his lips. He shrugged and looked back at Niall, taking a sip of his own glass full of champagne.
Niall continued, “The first time he saw her, she was standing in the pit of one of his shows. I know it sounds...Incredibly cliche but Harry saw her.” Niall smiled. “You know when you’re performing, most of the time you see a whole bunch of phones rather than faces. Somehow...Harry managed to find Y/N’s face. Somehow with all the people around her, with dim lights...Somehow he found Y/N.”
You felt Harry’s hand grab yours lightly. You looked over to him and smiled. He returned the smile before he brought your hand up to his lips, placing a gentle kiss on it.
“Stupidly, Harry never made a move or anythin’.” Niall chuckled, earning an eye roll from Harry and a couple of laughs among the crowd. “He wanted to! I remember him calling me saying how gutted he was that when he realized he should’ve at least gotten her name somehow, Y/N was already gone. Some time passes and Harry is on his second tour and sure enough, he was in Y/N’s city once again. Y/N somehow won soundcheck tickets to his show. Now, for the older people that don’t know what that is, it’s when a certain amount of fans are allowed to see Harry getting ready for his show in terms of the sound. He plays...Maybe two songs? Y/N was once again standing in the crowd. Harry walked out and his eyes fell upon Y/N once again.”
“Surely, this was a sign right?” Niall asked the crowd. A couple of “Yes!’s were heard. Niall tipped his glass towards them before he continued, “Harry thought so too...But once again the idiot was slow and once the soundcheck ended, Y/N and the crowd of people found themselves out of the venue until the show started.”
Harry chuckled, shaking his head at his Irish friend. Even on his wedding day, he can count on Niall to somehow embarrass him amongst all his loved ones.
Niall laughed, hearing Louis shout amongst the crowd, “Get on with it!”
“Alright! Alright! Harry met Y/N again that same night. It was after the concert, Harry had some time before they had to move on to the next city so him, a couple people on his team, went to...You guessed it...Y/N’s favorite diner. Harry was sitting down as Y/N was leaving. Determined that the universe was throwing multiple signs to Harry that Y/N was somethin’ special, he ran. He fucking ran after her! And...Now we’re here.”
Niall raised his glass, earning the rest of the crowd to do the same. “Y/N, after all this time...Harry finally found you. Took him awhile but I’m so glad he did. I’ve never seen him so happy. I feel like he’s just always glowing with happiness. Thanks for waiting for him. Thank you for letting us all partake in your amazing day. Everyone, raise your glasses to Mr. and Mrs. Styles’.”
You tipped your glass towards Niall, mouthing a “Thank you”, your eyes glistening with tears. You clink your glass with Harry’s and took a sip. Harry placed his glass down and grabbed your chin gently, tilting your head up to him as he placed a kiss on your lips. You smiled in the kiss, placing your hand on his cheek. Harry pulled away, his lips brushing against yours, “Mrs. Styles, all this time and you are finally mine.”
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“What do you think she’ll look like?” You whispered, intertwining your hand with Harry’s. You felt his chest hum underneath you as he laid on the hospital bed with you. “I hope she gets her momma’s smile.”
You looked up at Harry and smiled. “I hope she gets her daddy’s eyes.”
“I hope she gets her momma’s laugh.”
“I hope she doesn’t get her daddy’s clumliness.”
“I hope she gets her- Hey!”
You let out a laugh as your nurse came in, smiling at the young couple, a clipboard in her hands. She placed the clipboard on the counter. “Mrs. Styles? Let’s see how much you dilated.”
Harry got off the bed as you sat up. The nurse took a look and stood back up. “Looks like we still got a little while to go! How you feeling?”
You placed your hands on your belly and smiled. “Just can’t wait to meet her.” You grabbed Harry’s hand as he smiled down at you.
The nurse smiled. “I’ll be back in a bit. Hopefully we can start pushing soon.” The nurse picked her clipboard back up and walked out, closing the door behind her.
Harry looked down at his phone that just dinged, signaling he received a text. He let out a chuckle, “Everyone can’t wait to meet her.” You pouted, looking down at your belly. “What’s the hold up, little one?”
Harry rubbed your belly tenderly. “Momma and Daddy can’t wait one second more.”
“Push Y/N!” Your doctor yelled. You screamed out in pain, clenching Harry’s right hand. Harry pushed your hair away from your sweaty face. “Come on, baby! You can do it!”
You yelled out in pain once more before squeezing Harry’s hand once more. “I see her! Just a couple more!”
You screamed out once more before you heard a cry. “Mr. and Mrs. Styles! You got a baby girl!”
You threw your head back on to the bed as you let out a cry, tears leaving your eyes. Harry’s eyes followed the doctor as she placed the newborn into Y/N’s arms. You let out a sob as you stared at the baby in front of you. “Harry! She’s so beautiful!”
Harry let out a couple of his own tears as he leaned down closer. “My sweet girl. You’re finally here.” He softly traced his finger along his baby’s face. “After all this time, you’re here.”
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“Now surely that can’t be my little Darcy!” Harry exaggerated, placing his hands on his hips as he looked down at the little girl jumping up and down in front of him.
“Grandpa! It’s me!” Darcy exclaimed. Harry knelt down carefully, using his cane for support. “No, no! My little Darcy can’t be growing up so quickly! My Darcy still had her two front teeth the last time she was here!”
Darcy chuckled, placing her hands on her own hips. “Grandpa! I told you my teeth were wiggly. Remember? They finally fell out!”
Harry chuckled, placing a kiss on top of his granddaughter’s head. “You’re so grown now. A little weed you are.”
“That she is!”
Harry looked up to see Emma and Michael walking up to him. Michael carefully helped Harry get back up. Harry smiled gratefully at his son in law. “How are you, Harry?”
Harry smiled at the family in front of him. “Better now that you guys are here.”
Emma stared out into the chair in front of her. Michael nudged his wife’s shoulder with his own, softly. “Penny for your thoughts?”
Emma snapped out of her daze and looked at her husband. She smiled softly before looking back at the chair. “Just miss my mom, that’s all.”
Darcy, who was sitting in front of her mother coloring on the coffee table, looked at her mother with a pout on her face. “Mommy, shh. Don’t make grandpa sad.”
Michael softly smiled at his little girl before glancing to the kitchen where Harry was gathering some cookies for the four of them. “It’s okay if your grandpa is sad. It’s hard losing a loved one.”
Darcy sighed before grabbing another color. “Talking about grandma makes me sad too.”
Harry placed a plate of cookies in front of Darcy before staring at your chair across the room, taking a seat next to Michael. “It’s almost her birthday soon.”
Michael placed a hand on his father in law’s shoulder. “We’ll definitely be here to celebrate it.” Darcy turned around and smiled at her grandpa. “Mommy and I are going to make grandma’s favorite! Strawberry shortcake!”
Harry smiled softly at his granddaughter, placing both hands on his cane. “You know. After all this time, I can’t bring myself to the thought that she’s actually gone.”
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“Emma, my darling girl. Don’t cry.”
Emma wiped her eyes before she walked closer to her father’s bed. Slowly, Harry grabbed her hand. “Your mother and I are so proud of you. Following your dreams, finding Michael, giving us Darcy.”
Emma closed her eyes, trying to stop her tears from falling while shaking her head. “Dad, please don’t talk like you’re leaving us.”
Harry glanced at his heart rate monitor beeping slowly. He gave a soft smile before looking back at his daughter. “I’m afraid my time is almost up.”
Emma let out a sob as she placed her head on Harry’s bed. Harry’s eyes, already filled with tears looked over to his left. “Michael?”
Michael sniffed before walking over to his father in law’s bed. “Yes, sir?” Harry softly smiled, grabbing Michael’s hand as well. “Take care of my girls?”
Michael choked back on his own tears. He quickly nodded. “Always. Always.”
Harry squinted his eyes, trying to adjust to the bright light around him.
“H?”
Harry gasped before he turned around. You smiled, your eyes glistening with tears. Harry let out a sob before he ran to you, picking you up, and spinning you around. “Y/N!”
You chuckled, your tears falling down. Harry put you down and grabbed your face before he placed a kiss of your lips. From the lack of air, the both of you pulled away. You leaned your forehead against his, your eyes closed. Softly you whispered, “All this time and we’re finally together again, my love.”
it’s been a minute, hasn’t it? you can find the rest of my writing here
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i also wrote this with this song in my mind :)
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